Demona
#9 of Odd Company
This story is rated "Y" for Yiffy. Reader discretion is advised. After a few hours of trekking across the valley, Drako and the odd company finally made their way to the base of the tallest mountain in the valley, padding slowly towards the immense cave where Razia dwelled. Luke allowed a small smile to form on his muzzle; it had only been a few months since he had changed his form from a squirrel to that of a wolf in the name of his love for Luna. Drako, on the other hand, felt a small chill run down his spine as they passed the threshold of the cave, feeling the wind blow back and forth as if some enormous creature was breathing. "So, who exactly is this Razia?" Drako asked, flashing a glance behind him at the cave's entrance. "Well, who she is we can answer," Trixey said aloud, her voice echoing softly throughout the cave, "What she is, well, you'll have to see for yourself." "Razia is a mythical creature," Luke began, "and has lived in the valley for who knows how long. She is very businesslike and has great power, but she has shown us a lighter, more affable side of herself in the past few months. We always take a little trip once a month to come and visit her; she doesn't get many visitors." "Why?" Drako asked, afraid of what the answer might be. "Razia has the power to grant wishes," Kent replied, glancing around the cave, "But she issues a test for anyone who wants their wish to come true, and if you fail, you get eaten." Drako fought within himself; this Razia sounded like a creature to be reckoned with, but just how imposing could she be? As if to answer Drako's question, the ground started to shake, the wind in the cave began to pickup and grow warmer. From out of the darkness of the cave, Razia's amethyst-scaled head emerged high above the five canines, her red eyes gazing down at them. Drako eyes went wide; never before had he seen a creature such as this. "Well, if it isn't my favorite pack of canines; it's so good to see you all again," Razia said with a smile, her eyes straying to Drako. "Who is your new friend?" "I'm Drako," the wolf managed to say, still awestruck by the immense dragon. "A pleasure, Drako," Razia replied, "So what brings the five of you here today? Your monthly visit wasn't that long ago." "We have a bit of a dilemma," Luna said, stepping forth. "Drako came to us one day with no memory of how he got here or where he came from. A few days later, I had a nightmare where I chanted some kind of prophecy that depicted two things; a large spire in a land across the ocean, and three creatures attacking the valley. We were hoping you could help us start our journey to return Drako to his home." "I see," Razia murmured, "There is little I can do for you; I cannot interpret your dream nor can I restore Drako's memory. However, I can transport you out of the valley at the base of the mountains, but you will have to find your way to Drako's home on your own." "Well, that's all we really need I suppose," Luke said, "But do you know anything about other powerful creatures such as yourself? Luna mumbled about a wicked soul with the power of the heavens, a black wolf with red markings, and a fox, who is the wolf's brother, which will decide the fate of the valley?" Razia thought for a moment, only to shake her huge head. "No; if there were, I would've felt them. There is something stirring across the seas, but I do not believe it pertains to these three you have described." Razia lowered her amethyst hand and traced a circle in the ground with her claw, sparks flying as her great talon sliced into the stony floor. "When you are ready, step into this circle and I shall transport you outside the valley; I wish I could do more, but sadly I cannot." "Alright, are we ready to go?" Luke asked the others, stepping into the circle. All four of the canines nodded their heads and made their way into the circle with Luke. Razia took a deep breath and released it, exhaling a white mist that enveloped Luke and the others. The circle flashed and before anyone knew what was happening, everything around them seemed to fade away.
The wolves and the foxes shook their heads and blinked their eyes, trying to regain their senses after the bright flash that had nearly blinded them. As the group recovered, they could feel the cold wind blowing against them gently and the freezing snow beneath their paws. All five of them looked around and were amazed; true to her word, Razia had transported them outside the valley at the foot of the mountains. The terrain seemed to remain as it was almost a year ago when Luke, Luna, and Trixey arrived at Kent's cave; the snow covered most of the mountains and the forest a few yards away from their base, but the weather was not as harsh as it once was and the snow was not as deep. "Wow," Drako muttered, amazed by both the sudden change of scenery and the picturesque snow-covered forest, "This is unbelievable." "Yeah; Razia's something else," said Luke, gazing at the forest. "Well, I guess we should get going. Any ideas as to which way we go?" "How about we travel back the way we came," Luna answered, "I remember the forest being vast and confusing, but I'm sure if we can find that route we took a while back we can get through the forest and find a way to the ocean." "Any game?" Trixey asked. The wolves sniffed the air, but were unable to pick up any scent of prey. "No, but there should be some in the forest, hiding from predators like us," Drako replied. "So let's get moving." As they started to move towards the forest, Drako caught a faint whiff of something; he turned his head around to see if there was anything nearby that they had missed, but saw nothing but snow. Before he turned his head to the front, Drako could've sworn he saw something red twinkle in the snow like rubies; the wolf shook his head and walked onwards with the others. As the group made their way through the snowy forest, each one of the canines became bored after a short period of time. Wanting to break the silence, Trixey said the first thing that popped into her head. "Hey Luna; remember when we were here last time and how Luke was whining about the cold so much?" Luna giggled as she reminisced on that day. "Oh, I sure do." Luke, frowning at being laughed at, glared back at Trixey. "Hey, I had never been to a place like this before and I wasn't used to traveling nonstop; get off my back." "I wonder how many times Luna said that," Kent muttered, causing everyone but Luke to laugh. Not amused, Luke kicked up a wave of snow behind him, covering the fox's face with the icy powder. Kent shook off the snow and shivered, irritated by Luke's stunt. Deciding to change the subject, Drako thought of a question he had wanted to ask all of his new friends. "So, how did all of you meet? Why do you stay together instead of joining a pack of your own kind?" Luna was the first to answer. "It's a long story, but we were all loners at one point until the day I met Luke. After that, we met Trixey and then Kent a few days later; as to why we stay together, well all I can say is we really enjoy one another's company." "But surely you all had family?" Drako asked. Kent's ears lowered and he stared at the ground. "My parents died a long time ago from natural causes; I lived in a cave in the mountains surrounding the valley for most of my life until Trixey and the others came along. I can't imagine going back to that life style again." Trixey padded up beside the large fox and gently licked his cheek, succeeding in raising his spirits. "I know how you feel, Kent. I got separated from my mother a few months before the fire burned down my home and never saw her again. But now I have the three of you to keep me company." Kent smiled and returned Trixey's lick. "How about you, Luke?" Drako said to the wolf beside him. "My mother died a year or two ago, and all my siblings went their separate ways. I lived alone until the day I met Luna, and the rest is history," Luke replied, carefully leaving out any evidence of his life as a squirrel. "Sounds like everything changed for these guys when you came along, Luna," Drako stated, glancing at Luke's mate. Ever since he first came to the valley, Drako had felt a strange connection to Luna; it was not sexual nor did it make him want to take her for himself, but something just made him want to be close to this wolfess. "Hey yeah," Trixey said with a curious look on her face, "We never heard much about your past except for the parts that included Fang; what was your life like before you met us?" "There's nothing really to tell," Luna said blankly, "My pack was attacked by humans, my mother died, and my ex-mate murdered my father and became the human's lapdog. It's not something I like to talk about." "We know, Luna," Luke said reassuringly, walking close beside his mate, "But surely there's more to your life than that; what was it like before that horrible event?" Luna took a deep breath and searched through her memories; it had been so long since she had tried to remember anything but that tragic day. "I lived in a small pack with my parents. We were nomadic, traveling from one place to another until we settled in this one remarkable place in some far off place. Life was filled with work and chores, but overall it was peaceful. Everyone in the pack treated me like their little sister, even though my only relatives were my parents." A small tear made its way down Luna's cheek, but it was one of happiness rather than sorrow. "Sounds like a great place for you to grow up," Luke remarked, pressing himself against Luna lovingly. "So what were your parents like," Kent asked nervously, "If you don't mind my asking." Luna smiled back at the fox. "Well, my mother was very young compared to my father; she was envied by all the young wolfesses and respected by all the males. My mother was always the voice of reason and preferred to keep the peace, but was not afraid to get her paws dirty. Every time my father became frustrated, she would always be there to soothe him in whatever way worked best. Her fur was always silky and the same color as mine. Her name was Aurora, a name befitting of her very being." "Your mother sounds wonderful, Luna," Luke replied, followed by the unanimous approval of the others. Luna smiled and silently thanked them for their kind words about her mother. "What about your father," Drako inquired, "What was he like?" Luna reminisced on her father, remembering everything she could about him. "My father was a great leader; fair and wise. He was by far the largest of the pack and the strongest of our hunters; thickly muscled with pure black fur, almost like Drako except your fur is dark gray. My father said that he once belonged to another pack, but soon left to find out about himself; I still have no clue what he meant by that. Many of the pack members believed he had some spiritual powers that allowed him to see into the minds of any creature, whether they were beast or human; I believe this was derived from my father's uncanny knowledge of misdeeds in our pack and his charisma with other creatures, although he did seem to know when I had done something wrong. Although he was strong, he was not above showing kindness to all who deserved it. My father always treated me well and made sure I followed the laws of our pack, all without laying a paw on me. He was the best father I could ever ask for; I realize that know, seeing as he never banished Fang despite his disrespect to him and the elders just to ensure my happiness. I wish I could've have told him that." "Trust me Luna," Trixey said, walking up beside her lupine friend, "I think he knew since the day you were born." "Thank you," Luna replied with a smile. "What was his name?" Drako asked. "Toga," Luna answered, "His name was Toga." Something inside Drako's mind seemed to stir; as soon as Luna mentioned her father's name, Drako felt as though he should've heard of that name before. Knowing it was impossible to try and figure out why that name made him nostalgic, Drako shook his head and continued onwards with the others. Drako heard a twig snap a few feet behind him and turned around; he could see nothing but snow and an endless array of trees. "Drako," Kent muttered, looking back at the wolf along with the others, "What's wrong?" Drako didn't respond. The wolf took a few steps, eyes fixated on where he imagined the sound had emanated from. Sure enough, Drako spotted the broken twig a few feet from the trail if their paw prints in the snow. As he approached, Drako could've sworn he saw something red glittering in the snow and moved towards it; but as soon as the wolf came close to the shining object, it vanished. "Come on Drako," Trixey called out, "Let's keep moving so we're not stuck here at nightfall." With a short growl, Drako turned back around and continued to journey through the woods with the others. Although the wolf didn't really see anything, Drako knew one thing; someone, or something, was following them.
Drako lay in the dry grass, eyes wide open as he stared out into the endless woods around them. The five of them were unable to find their way out of the woods before nightfall; no one would say it out loud, but they all knew they were lost. They did not suffer that night, however; they managed to find a fallen tree that managed to keep the snow off the dry grass underneath it, making it the perfect spot for the canines to rest for the evening. Better yet, Drako, Luke, and Luna managed to find a buck and took it down for their meal; Drako noted that even though Luke did his part, Luna was the one that seemed to coordinate his actions, which was rather odd for most wolves. After the wolves and the foxes had eaten their fill of the buck, they decided to call it an evening and slept underneath the fallen tree. Drako, however, could not sleep. The wolf rose to his paws and crawled out from underneath the tree, careful not to wake up the others. Drako strolled out into the woods, not too far that he would lose his way back to the Luke and the others, but far enough for him to do what needed to be done without disturbing them as well. Once Drako believed he was far enough, the wolf stopped in the middle of the woods and stood still, waiting for the slightest disturbance in the area. Drako stood still in the snow for a few minutes, the cold having no effect on him. Suddenly, the wolf heard the sound of snow crunching underneath something's paw from behind and instinctively ducked; a pure white-furred wolf with ruby red eyes sailed over Drako, snarling viscously as it landed a few feet away. The white wolf turned away and started to run; Drako wasted no in time in chasing after the mysterious wolf, positive that it was the creature that had been following him and his friends. Drako ran as fast as he could, but couldn't not shorten the distance between himself and the white wolf; it was obvious that the other wolf planned on running and blending in with the snow like it had done before, but Drako would not allow it to do so. Without warning, the white wolf spun around and charged at Drako, snarling and lunging at him with jaws wide open. Drako growled back and launched himself into the wolf, colliding with it as the two of them tore and bit into one another viciously. Drako cringed as the wolf sank its teeth into his flank and shook its head, but the wolf retaliated by biting down on his opponent's hind leg and pulling them off their balance. The white wolf yelped and fell to the ground, giving Drako the chance to place his forepaws on its throat. The wolf squirmed underneath Drako, kicking at his stomach in an attempt to get free; despite the painful kicks, Drako kept his paws firmly on the wolf's neck. One of the white wolf's hind paws struck against Drako's vulnerable balls, causing the grey wolf to release his victim and cough hoarsely. Now free from their tormentor, the white wolf dashed out from underneath Drako and into the woods, vanishing from sight. Drako caught his breath and chased after the wolf, trying to follow their scent as best as he could. Drako ran a short distance until the scent seemed to fade when he continued forward, but got stronger when he turned around; but no matter how strong the scent became, Drako could see nothing but snow. Suddenly, the snow erupted underneath Drako; the white wolf emerged from the snow below Drako and slammed her back up into Drako's underside, lifting him off his feet and knocking him onto his side. Before Drako could rise, the white wolf pressed her forepaws against his face and flank, pinning him to the snow covered ground. Drako could only watch as the white wolf bared their fangs and opened their jaws wide, ready to deal the finishing strike. From out of nowhere, Luna tackled into the white wolf, knocking it off of Drako and into the snow. Without hesitation, both Drako and Luna threw themselves on the wolf, immobilizing it completely. "Alright, alright," the white wolf cried out in a feminine voice, "I give up; just don't hurt me." "You've been following us all day and you just tried to kill me!" Drako snarled angrily. "I'm starving," the wolf spat, "I followed you to see if you'd find any food; if you didn't, I'd probably pick off the little vixen you were walking with. The reason I attacked you is because I knew that you were aware of my spying on you and believed you would try to kill me, so I decided to make the first move. Why do you wolves associate with foxes anyway?" Luna pressed hard against the white wolf's throat. "You are in no position to question us. You have admitted to attempting to steal our food and possibly kill our friend, and now that you've been beaten by the two of us you must pay the price." "Luna, what are you doing?!" Luke called out, emerging from the trees with Kent and Trixey close behind him. "This wolf has been following us and just attacked Drako," Luna answered, keeping her glare on the white wolf, "We can't let her live so she may attack us again." "What? No!" Trixey protested. "Please, Luna, don't be so cruel!" "We have no choice," Drako responded. "Wait," the white wolf exclaimed, "You're name is Drako, correct?" Drako brought his face close to his captive, growling viscously. "How did you know my name?" "I overheard your name when I was following you," the wolf replied in a hushed voice, "I know of a place across the ocean that has you name in it; I overheard it from a flock of birds some time ago. They called it Drako's Peak." "Drako's Peak," Drako repeated. "Does this ring any bells?" Luke asked. "No," Drako said solemnly. "Then her usefulness is over," Luna snarled. "Wait Luna," Drako interjected, "I know she is not to be trusted, but if she is right about this place then she may be able to lead us there." Luna gazed down upon the white wolf. "Well? Do you know how to get there?" The white wolf swallowed, trying to breathe as Luna pressed against her neck; with some hesitation, Luna allowed her some air. "No, but I do know how to cross the ocean. I'll admit it will be very risky, but it's the only way to get to the other mainland where Drako's Peak is." "Sounds too risky in my opinion," Luna growled. "Please," the white wolf uttered, a small tear traveling down her cheek as she held back a sob of terror, "Please don't kill me. I'm sorry." The white wolf's sincere fear and the urgings of her friends forced Luna to release the white wolf, unable to finish her off. "Fine; you will stay with us for the evening and you can have whatever is left of our food, but tomorrow you will give us directions on where to go and then you will leave us for good. Or else; understand?" The white wolf nodded, sniffing in appreciation. With the white wolf in their sights, the odd company and Drako led her back to their resting place; as the wolf feasted upon the buck, Luna and the others drifted back to sleep, leaving Drako alone with the ivory lupine. "So what's your story?" the white wolf asked between mouthfuls of buck meat. "I'm trying to remember who I am; I have no memories save for my name," Drako replied blankly, "I hope for your sake that you're right about this Drako's Peak." "You still don't trust me?" the white wolf inquired, sounding almost indignant. "You did try to kill me," Drako answered coldly, "I'm not big on relying on those who attack me for no real reason." "I had a reason," the wolf growled. "You would be wise to show some respect and change your tone, white one," Drako snarled. "I have a name," the wolf replied, "It's Demona, and you have no idea what I've been through for the past year." "Try me," said Drako angrily, "Though I doubt you'll get any sympathy from me." Demona glared at him, her ruby eyes seeming to become wet with repressed tears. "Do you know how hard it is for a lone wolf such as me to survive in this place? Food is scarce and the winters are harsh; even the summers offer little relief from the cold. Even when I tried to attack you, I was beaten and taken hostage, despite your generosity. I haven't been mated in a year; my life thus far has been nothing but a miserable one." After hearing Demona' short recap of her life, Drako felt a small pang of remorse for the white wolfess. "I'm...sorry to hear that," Drako muttered. "I just don't understand it," Demona continued, "I can't find another lone wolf like me and every time I come across a pack they refuse to let me join; they wouldn't even mate me out of pity. It's not fair!" As Demona fumed over her past, a small smile formed on Drako's muzzle. Drako admitted that he had fun with Sela the other day, but he longed for another wolf. Quietly, Drako moved behind Demona and pressed his muzzle to her ear. "If you want to be mated," Drako whispered, "Then I believe I can help you." Demona glanced back at Drako in shock. "What?! But you just said you didn't trust me!" "True," Drako replied, moving his face to her backside, "But they say that one's true self comes forth during their final hours and the throes of their passion." Smiling, Drako stuck out his tongue and gently licked over Demona's white furred slit. The white wolfess jumped at the sensation of the tongue lapping over her sex before she started to moan softly, pressing her rear into Drako's face. Drako pushed his muzzle against the white furred rump in front of him, snaking his wide tongue into the warm tight depths of the wolfess's cunt. "Drako," Demona uttered, shivering as the wolf's tongue delved deeper inside of her. Without warning, Drako pulled his tongue slowly out of her wet vagina and moved around to her front. "W-why did you stop?" Demona asked hysterically. "If you want me to continue," Drako replied smugly, "Then you'll have to make it worth my while." Demona cocked her head, pondering what he meant until her eyes came to rest upon his genitals; Drako's impressive cock was semi-erect and halfway out of its sheathe. Somewhat nervously, Demona ducked underneath Drako and crawled towards his hind legs, her head directly below his half erect cock and full balls. Demona simply stared at the wolf's crotch, taking a deep breath before gingerly licking over the sensitive tip. Drako moaned softly and gently pressed his cock against Demona's muzzle, wanting her to continue; seeing Drako pleased with her nervous first attempt, Demona smiled and began to lick up and down the wolf's emerging cock, tasting the sensitive flesh and loving every inch of it. Drako moaned above Demona, moving his erect cock into her mouth with a slight adjustment of his hips and started to slowly hump into her warm mouth; although a little surprise, Demona simply let out a muffled giggle and sucked on the large cock hungrily, her tongue slapping against the shaft and tip. The enthusiastic actions of the white wolfess aroused Drako fully, even more so than his brief encounter with Sela; however, despite how much he enjoyed the blow job, Drako pulled his cock out of Demona's mouth and walked back around to her rear. Before Demona could say anything, Drako mounted her, his weight forcing the white wolfess into a submissive position; the wolf lined his cock up to Demona's lips and rested the tip against them. "Prepare yourself," Drako whispered before slowly pushing himself into her tight passage. Demona shut her eyes and groaned audibly as Drako inserted his cock all the way inside of her, panting as she tried to adjust to his size. As the wolfess tried to catch her breath, Drako pulled his cock back a short ways before thrusting it back into her with more force; the initial thrust caught Demona by surprise, earning Drako a ragged cry of pleasure. Grinning, Drako began to slowly mate the wolfess, his large cock stimulating her eager pussy greatly. Demona moaned underneath Drako, amazed by the sheer size of his wolfhood and how the wolf was able to not only fit inside of her but take her ever so gently; the wolfess had half expected to be hammered into roughly as a consequence for her previous attack. But to her surprise, and evident delight, Drako thrust into her slow and gentle, taking it easy on the lusty wolfess. Drako could feel her hot tunnel contract and adjust to his size, chuckling to himself as Demona tried to speak in between moans and whimpers. Once Drako felt Demona push back against his thrusts, Drako began to pick up the pace; the wolf rammed his cock in and out of the wolfess's pussy with greatly increasing speed and force. Demona cried out underneath Drako, the wolf's unrelenting assault on her flaming pussy was almost unbearable as she neared her orgasm. Drako could feel his own climax building, too; his balls tightened up and his thrusts became more abrupt and forceful. Demona howled in ecstasy as her pussy clamped down on Drako's red-hot cock and came all over his shaft, unable to hold back any longer after almost a year of no sex. Demona's orgasm caught Drako off guard; with an even louder howl, Drako came inside Demona's quivering pussy, filling her to the brim whilst the excessive amounts spilled out of her love tunnel. As they rode out their orgasms, Demona and Drako fell on top of one another, both shaking with pleasure in the afterglow. "Drako," Demona whispered hoarsely, "Thank you." Drako smiled and licked over one of her ears, nuzzling into her warm white fur. Within seconds the two wolves fell asleep, Drako's cock still inside of Demona. Although their love making was a great relief to them both, Drako's dreams were not so comforting. Drako was running across a barren land, littered with bones of numerous creatures and devoid of any vegetation or water. Out of nowhere, a large muscular black wolf with blazing red eyes materialized in front of him, stopping him dead in his tracks. "Drako," the wolf remarked, his voice echoing throughout the barren field, "It's good to finally meet you face to face. I've been waiting for you for some time, now." Drako tried to speak, but for some reason he couldn't find his voice. The black wolf laughed. "Are you in awe of my very presence? No? Well, no matter; you have no need to speak, for I am the one who will do the talking. No doubt you are on your way to recovering your memories; you seem to be on the right track. However, I think it's only fair that I warn you about something terrible; something that involves those you "once" knew and loved. If you don't find your way back to them soon, every single one of them will perish, and so too will any chance of you regaining your memories. Hurry home, Drako; there're so many creatures that are dying to see you." The black wolf faded away, his cruel laugh echoing throughout the barren wasteland as it began to dissolve and vanish into darkness. Images flashed before Drako like lightening; a large peak littered with blood and dead animals as far as the eyes could see. Suddenly, Drako felt as though he were falling, his heart pounding in his chest. Drako awoke with a short shout, gazing around him frantically; he was back under the tree with the others. "Drako," said a sleepy voice from beside him; it was Demona, gazing at him through tired yet concerned ruby red eyes. "What's wrong? Are you alright." "I-I'm fine," Drako quickly replied, "But I think something horrible is going to happen. I need to get across the ocean as quick as possible." Demona nuzzled into Drako's fur. "Don't worry," Demona murmured, "I know a way to get across the ocean; I want to come with you, though." "Why?" Drako asked. "I don't know," Demona replied sleepily, "I just feel like I need to help you, that's all." "I'm not so sure Luna will like that idea," Drako whispered. "Mmm, I'm sure I can change her mind...somehow," Demona's voice trailed off. Drako desperately wanted to get moving, but seeing as though it was still dark and everyone else was sleeping, the worried wolf laid his head down and shut his eyes. Although Drako tried to relax, the wolf couldn't shake this foreboding feeling that loomed over him like a great dark cloud. All Odd Company characters belong to Sonic Fox. Drako, Demona, and Talon belong to Drakowolf. Please show your support for Drako and myself by commenting, voting, and faving. We would greatly appreciate it.