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This is my first published story; it started with a premise for a forum RP, but like how it happened with many other of my RP ideas, i stayed thinking about it for too long and it became too elaborate and with a plot too well defined to just be an introductory post and i kinda gave up on posting it on the forum (might do it some day though), though for some reason, this one actually managed to get written. I haven't had it beta'd by anyone yet, and there will probably be a few changes needed i missed after i first post this, there usually are when i post stuff online (to make things worse the textbox here in SoFurry does not seem to be compatible with Firefox's spellchecker)

edit: btw, any feedback, notes etc about this story are more than welcome

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intro

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For those that wanna picture me as you read this, here's how i look: I'm about average-tall; i'm a striped dark gray housecat; if you look just at my butt, from the right angle, it's hard to be sure i'm a male; i think my cock is about average in size, though a friend online said i am big enough to be a porn star, somthing kinda unique on my cock is even though i got feline bristles, i also got a knot due to my greatgreat(i think there might be one or two more greats here)grandma getting it on with with a great dane, though it has been diluted a bit over the generations, it's not as big as a dog of my size; i'm not pumped up muscular but i'm fit, no bones outlines where muscles should be; as with just about every other species where the ferals have digitigrade hind legs i stand on the 'balls' of my feet; my tail has a few vertebra more than the average for my species, and i've worked my muscles there to the point it's just about as strong as my arms, with a good swing i can put quite a dent on the door of a car (i discovered this the hard way when i once closed a friend's car door with my tail in a hurry) ; i don't got hair in my head, just regular fur like on the rest of my body, my greatgrandpa was like that too, and i got a cousin with very short hair, the rest of my family got regular hair (i've been told it's a recessive gene thing, but i'm not sure the math adds up)

Following the instructions from the email i reached the address, a huge office building; i've been to this street many times, i'm pretty sure it wasn't there before, actually the buildings on each side were supposed to be neighbors. Anyway, as i got to the doors, they opened by themselves, they were huge, like about 3 stories high, well, if this was the middle ages or in some abandoned house it would've been spooky, but being modern times they probably had some pressure or motion sensors and some big ass motors inside the walls; before entering i looked back, the street was eerily empty, it usually had at least a couple of people walking and one or two cars driving by but not always so it could be just a coincidence; walking in it was a long corridor, about as wide and tall as the doors, on each side rows of normal sized doors, numbered, but somewhat randomly, some even had letters and some other symbols i didn't recognize, above the doors tinted windows of varied colors, some shiny and some plain; as i steped far enough for the huge doors to not hit me they closed behind me, i only noticed due to the sudden silence, no more exterior noises, now only the echoes of my toeclaws clicking against the marble on each step, being the loudest sound in the place made me suddenly few very self conscious, i retracted my claws now just making light shuffling sound on each step, eventually even that sound started to be a bit too loud, i looked around, it seemed i was in a section that was mostly numbered walls, except one that was labeled FUK, made me chuckle. I reached down to the back pocket of my jeans pulling out the piece of paper, the email printed out, unfolding it i check the bottom, the final part of the address:

Door #517 The number of the Best

I roll my eyes at the pun and look around, luckily i'm near it, it's just next to the door #FUK, i chuckle again and then head to #517, it opens automaticly, sliding inside the wall with a hiss like those scifi doors; before i have time to process the door opening a female voice comes, it's strong, threatening, yet quite sexy:

-We've been expecting you Mr. Anderson.

Once again, it would have been spooky if i didn't had an appointment and they hadn't already seen pictures of me. Before i get a good look at her, she turns around, she's looks like a feline i can't pinpoint the species, huge claws on her feet, black fur, long black flowing hair with subtle blue reflections and the slightest waves, and an ass to die for.

-Follow me.

With an ass like that, she didn't need to ask. Watching her ass sway side to side on each step was driving me wild, her big toeclaws clicking loudly on the black marble floor, i looked down, damn no reflections from under her skirt; anyway, i felt like showing off, extended my claws, my little clicks made me few like a little kitten, those claws on her were scary, i had probably a few veins popping in my head with all the blood trying to go to my cock with my jeans fighting back.

I lost track of time as we walked down the corridor, her ass hypnotizing me, but at one point, without looking over her shoulder, she raises her tail just to emphasize her ass and comments:

-I know you're crazy to pounce and mount me right here right now, but keep this in mind, in one of my holes i might have sharp teeth, and the other one might have acid, how do you like those odds?

I miss a step, she sounded dead serious; but her tail raised, swaying, the arrow tip almost in my face, and that ass...wait, arrow tip? Nice bod mod....wait, sharp teeth? I once again lost track of time, this time the ass was not the only thing in my mind, i wasn't sure what i was thinking about, all those things fighting in my head just evaporating in a twisted lust fog. Eventually she stopped, i thought about pretending to be distracted and just walk into her to get a good feel of her ass with my crotch, but before i came to a conclusion it already happened; i paused for a moment, my muzzle buried into her silky hair, breathing against the back of her neck, afraid i shouldn't have done that, but she didn't seemed to be bothered by it, her tail played between my now literally painfully tight jeans and her voluptuous ass, the arrow tip tickling my neck.

We stayed in that less and less awkward position for a little while, but eventually she tilted her head up, perhaps just to not look crazy talking to herself talking with her earpiece i imagined, and announced loudly:

-Sir, he is here.

And with that she turned around, still pretty close to me; damn her breasts were also perfect; i just glanced down, her busyness suit had a cleavage almost down to her bellybutton, i looked back at her eyes, our lips almost touching, she's wearing the cutest little secretary glasses down her nose, her eyes, just black, no pupil, no iris nothing, just black, at this time i wasn't even trying to rationalize that it could be sclera contacts, i didn't care if she was a demon.

-Behave cutee, or i'll be seeing you in your nightmares.

She winked and snapped her jaws with unbelievable precision, plucking a couple of furs from my upper lip and walking off before i even got time to react. Rubbing the spot where the fur strands used to be, still a bit dazzled with it all i replied without thinking much:

-Cya

I hear she chuckling as she leaves the room thru a side door, only now i realized we were in a room, it was huge room, might as well be a hall, about two stories tall, and bigger than a basketball court.I looked around trying to figure out if i should wait, or follow her, there was the corridor we came from, the side door where she exited, two huge statue footpaws on the side opposite to the corridor, some stuff i couldn't identify behind the feet. Then the whole room rumbled, or perhaps it didn't take any time after i told that hot demoness to come give me nightmares without realizing i did it, i was still not quite back on my feet, i looked at the wall above the corridor and somthing grabbed me lifting me off the ground for real, first by my neck and then by my thorax, i was going high, almost touching the ceiling, i was moved over the legs above the statue feet, then over the crotch -holy shit that is a big cock!- and the chest of the statue and then above the ceiling another floor and there i was finally placed down.

The floor felt weird, kinda soft, like, like..., well, like a carpet made of paper. I stumbled a bit before i stood up, i was staring at a wall -oh shit!- it was not a wall, it was a TV screen the size of a building, and i still couldn't see pixels, i started turning around, around the carpet the floor was made of wood, shiny lustrous wood, turning a bit more i see some huge pens, pencils, staplers, a notebook, a desklamp the size of a street lamp, the cogs in my head start to fit together, continuing to turn i finally see the huge statue, it looked like a dragon, but with lots of non-reptilian traits while still scaly, it was looking at me, of course....

-Mister Five-One-seven i presume?

Once again the whole environment rumbled as he chuckled, he slapped the huge desk once emphasizing his good humored reaction, making me jump almost loosing my balance.

-Please, please Tom, call me Lasthraeel; if we're gonna do busyness here it's better get on a first name basis, no need for formalities.

I eye the massive being up and down, pausing for a moment before finally accepting this was real.

-So...all that talk about magic and miracles and stuff online, you were serious?

The rumbling voice responded, a grin in the huge muzzle above me:

-Dude, you slipped and hit your head on the sidewalk, are you ok?

I stared at him blankly for a moment before he started laughing thunderously, i laughed too finally getting he was messing with me; he snaps his fingers, a scary sound, and his hand catches on fire, he brings it down next to me, palm up, i see into the fire all sorts of demonetes dancing on strip poles, he closes his hand somehow crushing the flaming image as if it was a solid object and opens again, a few pages, a contract, rests on his palm, it's regular sized, looking tiny in his hand; i walk close, and lean, almost laying on his hand to reach it, only then i realize i'm still hard from earlier, with my crotch pressing against the side of his hand, i quickly pick up the papers and stand up hoping he didn't felt it. Well, he did, he chuckled a bit before addressing me:

-I see Zandra caught your interest.

I blush under my fur trying to pretend i didn't hear him, trying to read the contract, actually, it was requiring quite an effort to read, lots of legalese, ancient english, and even some writings that didn't look like anything used anywhere in the world, not even in ancient history; after flipping the pages back and forth for a bit i finally gave up.

-Lemme guess, if i sign this you'll grant me 3 wishes in exchange for my eternal soul?

The giant demon laughed hard again.

-No, no no, i can't have your soul...

-Oh? Is it like an inalienable right god gave me my soul and regardless of any agreement the soul is still mine?

He chuckles again.

-Nah, no such nonsense. It's just we have laws now, we're civilized...

I raise an eyebrow.

-Back in the old days some low lifes would do such things, gave us demons bad name, we still haven't recovered from that, we're getting there, but still some way to go.

I nod.

-So i won't become your slave nor anything?

He chuckles again.

-Common, do i look like some evil demon overlord?

He looked down making a playfully forced cute face, still grinning displaying his huge fangs, we both chuckled for a bit, and as we regained our breaths i straightened myself and went back on topic:

-But why the cryptic contract then?

He pauses for moment.

-Do you remember when i mentioned the low lifes of old? Well, nowadays we have lawyers.

He pauses for a moment for the joke to sink and continues:

-If you really can't understand it yourself and you don't got a lawyer versed in demon law, there is somthing i can do to make you understand the contract, but you really have to trust me, do you?

I pause for a moment, thinking about the situation.

-Well, when we talked online you did seem like someone i could trust, even though back then i though 90% of what we talked about was just fantasy, and i did come to your non-existing address, got inside your haunted building all the way to your unbelievable office, i guess i trust you, what would be involved in that thing to get me to understand this stuff?

-Just stand still; for some people it helps if you close your eyes, but i think you don't need that.

I nod, take a deep breath, and then look up:

-Ok, go ahead.

Lasthraeel nods, raising a hand, he closes all but his pointing finger, and with a sudden movement he sticks it into his head, black blood splats out, huge gobs falling on his side, he moves his finger a bit like he is feeling up looking for somthing and then pulls it out, covered in black blood and a weird glow, it's not like a light glow, it glows some other way that i can't explain, and then he brings his finger in front of me, it is dripping black blood, though the drops never hit the desk, they don't fall thru it either, they fall away going far and far, yet never going thru anything, kinda looks like they start falling and then shrink in the air, but if you look with two eyes they are moving away; after trying to understand what was happening to the drops without success i change my gaze to the huge claw in front of me, and just then he moves his finger towards my head, i feel the claw touching me between my eyes and then he pushes further, but it doesn't push against me, he keeps going all the way to the elbow, and somehow from each of my eyes it still looks like he is pushing between my eyes, each of my eyes is seeing one side of his arm somehow. Then i hear him snapping his fingers, inside my head yet very 'deep', and he pulls out completly and sucks his finger clean.

I stay still, not sure if it's over, not really feeling any different yet; Lasthraeel seemed to noticed it and lowered his head to the desk, not really eye level with me, but with his chin against the desk. and whispered:

-Hey! Tom, try reading it now.

He grinned, his teeth so close now, i could see each one was bigger than my head. I shook myself and then looked at the contract, to my surprise all the mumblejumbo made complete sense, i read and re-read it, some pretty awesome stuff there, lots of it was what we had talked about online, i was gonna star snuff movies, the important details is it was gonna be for real yet i was gonna be revived, and what was in it for Lasthraeel? His species , like many other demons, feeds on strong feelings, emotions and sensations, so both during the shootings, and when people watched the movies, he and the other demons under him in the company would get what they need to feel good, not to mention survive, with the current reach of the movies, they actually had an excess of income the company sells for other demons. And i could clearly see there was no small print making me a slave, selling my soul nor anything like that, much to the contrary, the whole thing is very respectful of employees, actors or otherwise, everything done only with consent, free health plan, high salaries, free courses on the dark arts (that are dark not for being evil but for not being known by people in general) for anyone interested and lots of other niceties, and employees can quit when they want, work when they want, never owning the company anything, pretty much sounded like a magic gory slutty version of those software and videogame companies with flipper arcades, firemen poles, beanbags etc in the offices.

As i read it, the grin in my lips grew wider and wider, I re-read it one last time to confirm i hadn't read it wrong, it looked too good to be true, but then, i was standing in the desk of a giant naked demon, a dream job was not so hard to believe compared to that.

-I see here i'm supposed to sign with my own blood, because names alone without intent and physical association are meaningless for the, erm, i understand the word, but i can't pronounce it, the whatever mechanics of this type of contract, how exactly do i do that? Bite my finger and leave a bloody fingerprint?

The demon waved his hands in the air as i described the technicalities, he knows all this shit with his eyes blinded, his hands behind his back and a leg chewed off, at the point i ask about how to sign, he popped a drawer, i fall on my ass with the shaking, he pulls out a box, a chest for my size, and places it next to me, flicking it open with a finger, it had a bunch of different pens, most of them expensive looking.

-Pick one, they all work the same, when you press it against the paper you will feel a tiny prick, if you don't, throw it away and get another one, they'll automaticly pump the exact amount of blood for your strokes, amazing little things, back when i started we had to fill a cup with blood and dip an actual feather in the thing, you believe it? Nowadays things are much easier, the Internet, hell of a thing, we don't even need to go haunt people at night in their bedrooms looking for anyone interested, now they find us; back in the old days hunting for good employees was kinda gray activity, whenever our headhunters visited someone unfit to be an employee often they still collected some just from their reaction to the visit, that didn't help with our image either...

I chuckled at the reminiscence, getting on my knees and picking what looked like a mix between a cheap Bic and one of those golden expensive pens, had a nice fit for the fingers, i pulled the lid of the chest down and went to sign the contract in all the required spots, the prick of the pen close to pleasant, too subtle for my taste though, i started from the last page for some reason, when i finally got the first page, there was only one spot in the first page, I started scribbling when i heard a loud noise and heat coming behind me, i looked back and to my surprise a huge red stroke had appeared, i looked around me, and only then i realized i was standing in a giant version of the contract i held in my hand; i studied the layout in my hand and the giant one and moved away from the signature line, Lasthraeel chuckled in a way that made me think i didn't had to had moved, but now i was already on the other side anyway, i knelled down and finished signing, watching as the giant version of my signature was burned with blood in front of my eyes, it looked like it appeared milliseconds before i had actually written, though when i tried tricking it into doing when i wouldn't have, it didn't fall for it, seems this also amused the big guy

Once finished i verified all the pages to confirm i didn't need to sign anywhere else and looked up, Lasthraeel nodded smiling and picked a giant pen that was nearby, as the tip of the pen touched the giant paper i heard a wet thud, by the sound of it the prick on his finger was thicker than my fist, as he signed the first page i could feel the paper vibrating, he closed the 'little' pen box and placed it aside, grinning as he lifted the paper and made me roll off of it, i tumbled till i hit the huge building sized screen, by the time i stood up he was already about to go to the last page, as he signed it i could feel the desk rumbling as the tip of the pen rolled over the grain of the wood, my legs shaking as i walk trying to keep my balance, he finishes to sign and things get stable again, i walk towards him, taking care to not step into the wet signature and i look up smiling.

-I would shake your hand now, but, heh...

I gesture to the size of his hand, he chuckles and lean down a bit, placing down the pen and his writing hand next to me.

-Heheh, well, you can fuck the prick wound if you want.

I looked at his fingers and spotted where the pen had pricked him, the black spot, still a bit bloody, i could see it closing very slowly, still a bit big.

-You mean, i...your...there...? Ahm, sure, ok...

I stood up, started taking of my clothes, my black cotton shirt easily tossed, my jeans a bit harder at first, damn button too tight, seeing this Lasthraeel slides a claw in front of my pants, i feel the hard material squeezed against my cock, its surprisingly smooth, he keeps pushing it in, it starts to get painfully tight, he lifts me by my pants shaking me a little till the front of pants and my underpants rip wide open, i fall on my back, quickly i kick my legs up and before i can reach my pants he pulls them off, i stand there, in this giant desk butt naked, my cock hard and throbbing, the time for selfconciousness has past, i let him take a good look at my body and then pounce his giant hand, first sticking my muzzle at the open wound, his blood tastes weird, but not unpleasant, i slurp some and then position myself hugging his finger, my tail wrapping on his claw getting a bit of a close shave, i didn't expect it to be so sharp, i keep humping his finger, trying to find the spot, i feel the wetness against my belly and i crawl a bit higher and finally i stick it in, seems i'm a bit longer than the hole is deep, i feel the tip poking the warm flesh, he chuckles, bringing me to eye level and nudging my back with the tip of his muzzle.

-Go wild Tom, don't worry about a thing

I look over my shoulder and give his nose a pec nodding at him before humping his wound like crazy, somtimes i feel i hurt him a tad but i just keep going, my cock drolling pre mixing with his black blood, i hug the finger with all my strength, clawing at it, the size difference so big my claws don't even penetrate his scales all the way thru, i bite down on the edge of a scale trying to peel it off as i fuck his finger. I can feel the wound healing, the blood is getting mushier, the hole tighter and tighter, the blood that came out has formed a shell around my balls and as it clots down it is squeezing them, the scale i'm biting just breaks the piece i was biting revealing just more skin under it, i chew on it trying to break it into swallowable sizes, the wound now has healed so much my cock is being pinched between two scales, it's getting painful, and so tight it's starting to push me out. I give up on the piece of scale on my mouth and bite on the exposed skin under my previous bite, this time i can bite a decent chunk to chew on, yet it's not even deep enough to bleed, the wound hole now almost inexistent, my cock is being bent awkwardly under a scale, in a bloody area, i'm almost there, on one side the hard scale, on the other quickly healing rough skin, just a few more humps...fuck, it healed and pushed my cock off completly, i'm just dry humping the scales of his finger. After grabbing another mouthful of surface skin a give up, relaxing my hug on the finger not realizing i'm not just over the desk, as i slip off my feet reach for the desk only meeting air, i scream for about ten meters before Lasthraeel grabs me by my tail, still dozens of meters from the next solid surface.

-Woah, thanx

He chuckles and toss me on the desk, making me roll for a small bit, ending the rolls i'm facing my clot covered balls, i bite down on them just enough to crack the black shell, and eat the semihardened chunks before standing up and slapping my hardcock making it bob, facing the demon, we both chuckle and then a pause, i look down at my cock and then at his hand.

-Hey, how will it work exactly? Will i heal like that?

-Well, that depends on the director, usually we keep the scenes realistic, you get hurt and stay hurt, often until you're dead, but somtimes to perfect a shot they might bring you back or keep you going beyond regular, and while you're not shooting you can ask the techs to leave you at any degree of healing power you want, though you should be warned we got it set so outside people won't be able to see you heal magicly, if you get hurt out there you're on your on until no one is around or you die, and if you die out there, remember to let the cleanup crew know so they can fix things for you, unless you want to make the world really think you're dead.

I nod, remembering a few sections of the contract that already explained some of the details and look around, seeing my clothes trashed i chuckle a bit and kick my clothes to a spot in the desk that looks like wouldn't get in the way and then i just lay there, cock still hard staring at the ceiling for a while, Lasthraeel chuckles and goes file his copy of the contract in a drawer. When he comes back, looks at me and press on me with a thumb, squeezing me just a bit painfully.

-Want me to finish you off? Or perhaps finish you off?

In the first question he rubs me up and down, and with the second he squeezes me against the table a tad harder, making the meaning of each question clear. I press my hips against the thumb on both times, though not being able to move much, but after he releases the pressure just enough for me to catch my breath i reply to him with my own question:

-Tell me Lasthraeel, Zandra told me there is the risk one of her holes has sharp teeth and the other has acid, does she really got teeth and acid?

The room rumbles with his laughter, it takes a while for it to die down, when it does, the giant demon has a fangy grin on his lips, he press down a button on this intercom thing on a side the desk.

-Miss Zandra, come to my desk please

I sit up and start to stand as Zandra enters the room by a side door just like the one bellow the desk, except this one is at the desk level, she looks at me naked finishing standing up and grins with a predatorial stare.

-Yes sir?

-Tom here wants to know if what you told him is true or not, why don't you let him find out?

Her grin widen.

-Gladly sir.

She walks to me, and eyes me up and down

-Well Mr. Anderson - Lasthraeel clears his throat - ok, ok. Well Tom, are you sure you can handle what i got?

She strokes the underside of my chin with a fingerclaw, i can feel it's sharpness against my skin. As her finger leaves my chin i gently hold her hand an give the tip of her claw a lick, keeping my eyes locked on hers

-Zandra- she raises an eyebrow but i just continue- with the health plan from a job here, i don't have to be sure.

I grin and lick her claw, this time more strongly making my toungue bleed. She grins, her nostrils flaring, she pauses for a moment and then looks at Lasthraeel.

-Boss, can i play with this?

He looks at me:

-Well Tom, what do you think?

She looks a bit angered for having her plaything actually have a say in the matter, I grin licking my lips.

-Sure, as long as i can play with this

I nod with my head towards her, she hiss slightly, but quickly regain her composure, with a last glance to the giant demon the demoness stares me with a fierce look, if i hadn't just got myself a vitalicious get-out-of-death-free-card her look would had made me think twice, but with things how they are now, it just made me even more interested.

My cock twitched, and it seems she took that as provocation and kneled me hard in the balls, lifting me almost half my height out of the ground, i fell on my knees only to have my face meet her knee, throwing me on my back, a bloody grin still on my lips. With skills beyond feline she jumped over landing stomping one of my ears, i mewed in pain, still too dazled to stand up, then she literally walked over me, one step on my throat, another on my chest, another on my belly, a hard one on my cock and balls, another one on my tail, and a last one on my shin, on each of them i could feel her toeclaws close to piercing my skin. Finally she grabbed me by the tip of my tail, way too strong strong for her size, and starts dragging me to the side door, i turned around played trying to not be dragged, dragging my claws on the wood desk, i looked up to Lasthraeel and winked at him confirming i was just playing, not that he needed any confirmation.

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to be continued