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Remember how I said I wanted to keep future chapters shorter? Apparently what that really means is I'm going to write the single longest damn thing I've ever written. The problem is it's so fun to write I have trouble stopping myself. The downside is It was a horrid beast to proofread, so I apologize in advance for all the typos, errors, and mistakes. I just hope it doesn't disappoint. Either way as always, enjoy!

I think I'm going to work on the sequel to Quail next, that one's way past due for an update, but I don't know how long I'll be able to stay away from this series :)

Standard boiler plate: This is fantasy, not real. Simple rule of thumb, do not do things to people without their consent in real life. That is bad. No more to say there than that.

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As the pastoral landscape passed by below, Valian had no choice but to smile. Between the wind in his face and the warmth of the fire burning around him as he blazed through the air like a comet, it was all just too wonderful to describe. It had been far too long since he was last able to fly free, long enough that he had forgotten how just how perfect it felt to careen through the skies with reckless abandon.

As he curved upward to climb even higher the quiet crackle of the flames was joined by the rhythmic flapping of his wings. Flapping that was strangely getting louder as he continued his ascent. The sound wasn't just getting louder, but gradually shifting from flapping to something more like slapping. The repetitive noise began to overwhelm his senses, causing his paradise to shimmer and fade into darkness.

Letting out a groggy groan, Valian opened his eyes to find he was lying on a couch, and judging by the familiar red carpet he assumed he was back somewhere in Matty's mansion. The last thing he remembered was passing out in the warehouse after his ordeal with the tentacles, so there seemed to be a sizable gap in his memory.

While the stiff couch wasn't terribly comfortable, being too short to house his tall frame without leaving his legs hanging over the arm, it was a far cry from the worst place he'd ever had the spend the night. As he sat up, rubbing his temples and trying to clear his head, the intensity of the smacking continued to increase. He let out an annoyed grunt, turned, and looked for the source of the sound.

There on the other side of the room, Matty, his black fox captor, and Vydra, that damn tentacle-otter-imp were on a bed together. Vydra was on his back, reaching above his head with one hand holding the headboard while the other rapidly jerked his small but stiff cock. Matty tightly held his rear off the bed as he knelt between the otter's raised legs and plowed into his tailhole over and over.

It seemed the sound that shook Valian out of his nice little dream was nothing more than the fox's hips smacking into the otter's rump as they fucked just a few feet away from where he slept. Despite wanting to go back to his dreamland, Valian was having a hard time looking away from the rutting couple. In fact, as he watched he was starting to feel a familiar annoying and mildly painful feeling of tightness from his chastity cage.

Over on the bed Vydra was giving cute little joyful squeaks every time the fat knot collided with his tailhole, splaying his webbed toes, tugging hard on his shaft, and generally having the time of his life. Matty, on the other hand, looked far more focused, having closed his eyes while biting his lip and thrusting his cock in and out of the otter's stretched hole.

Valian was mesmerized by the scene going on in front of him as Matty thrust hard into the otter's tight rear, tying them together with a loud sucking pop. While Matty switched to short forceful humps and climaxed deep inside him, Vydra beat his own cock a few more times until he came as well. The otter sent several spurts of glowing watery blue cum into the air, which then quickly dissolved into mist and appeared to simply evaporate.

Both Matty and Vydra fell over onto their sides, panting heavily while enjoying their afterglow. While Matty hugged the otter close, cuddling as they were joined by his knot, he noticed Valian intently watching them two of them.

"Mmm, morning Valian. Enjoying the show?" Matty asked with a warm smile.

Valian ignored the question with a small sneer before realizing what had been said. "Wait, morning? How long was I out?"

"Since yesterday at the warehouse. I guess Vydra really wore you out, huh?" The little otter absentmindedly hummed lightly at the mention of his name. "I grabbed a bunch of stuff from the office before we left, not entirely sure if any of it is actually useful for tracking you guys, but I've got time to figure it out. Vydra helped me carry it all to the car, after which he helped me carry you to the car. You're a lot heavier than you look, you know? We didn't get back until late and just went directly to bed, and after we woke up I decided to follow through on my promise and give him a little ride of his own. He earned it after yesterday." Matty chuckled. "Anyway, that's all you missed."

"...Since... yesterday..." Valian sighed and rubbed his eyes.

"Yup! As far as today goes I was planning on looking through the books and artifacts and such we brought back to see what I can figure out, so you can either keep me company or find something to do to keep yourself busy."

"Will keeping you company involve much talking?" The fox said nothing, letting a sly grin act as his reply. "I'll find something to do on my own, then."

"Aw. Well, there are plenty of comics and games in my den, feel free to use any of them, or just watch TV if you like."

"If it's all the same, I think I'll just spend some time outside."

"Oh," Matty said dejectedly, "That's fine too. There's plenty to do out there. I'm not actually sure where the property ends, to be honest. Just have some fun, alright?"

Valian shot the fox a withering look as he tucked in his wings and headed out the door. With a shrug, Matty sat back and waited for his knot to deflate enough to slip out of the otter. A short while later he pulled himself free from the tight hole and slid out of bed. He cricked his neck twice while the otter looked up at him worshipfully, beyond happy just to be there.

"I'm going to grab a shower and get to work. You remember the job I gave you?"

"I get to do all of the cleaning here!" Vydra answered, nodding enthusiastically.

"Good man, I'll be in the study if you need anything."

"Yes sir, Matty!"

Matty gave one last appreciative smile and headed off to start his day.

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A largely uneventful week passed following a simple pattern.

Matty sequestered himself in the study with the items they retrieved and tried to figure out what, if anything, he could learn from them. It was truly tedious work, poring over all the papers and tomes trying to figure out how his grandpa did his hunting, but he was determined to figure it out. He was never the best student, as evidenced by his dropping out of college the moment he received his inheritance, but in this case the rewards were well worth the effort. That's not to say he didn't find himself watching an hour of TV for every 5 minutes spent reading another dry demonic encyclopedia or journal entry, but at least he was putting in some effort, and for him that much focus was nothing short of heroic.

Vydra busied himself catching up on the dusting and general upkeep of the mansion. He was more than happy to do so because, as he explained to the fox, imps receive sustenance from the simple act of serving their masters. Matty was a bit confused by the concept at first, but compared to another demon feeding through intercourse it wasn't that hard to grasp.

Before Matty could really get started on his research he was interrupted by a loud shriek. He rushed down the hallway in the direction of the disturbance only to find the shocked otter staring into his den with his hands covering his mouth. Apparently the state of the abused room, with the garbage and charred remnants of furniture littering the floor, was bad enough to sincerely terrify the fastidious otter. Stifling a laugh, Matty headed back to to his study while Vydra began frantically cleaning everything as best as he was able.

Valian spent most of his time outdoors in the quiet, exploring the small forest, lying in the grass and watching the sky, or as Matty observed while taking a break, tending to some of the flower beds outside. It seemed odd to him that a fire obsessed demon who a short time ago killed for pleasure seemed to get so absorbed by working with plants, but he was just happy that the bat had found a hobby.

Even though a large part of him had expected the fox either renege on or just conveniently forget his promise, Valian was pleased that Matty followed through and ordered him new clothes. They were nothing fancy, mostly just blue jeans and tank tops with plenty of room for his wings, but all he cared about was that everything fit correctly so he was happy. He wouldn't have to walk around wearing any more hand-me-downs that were several sizes too small, except for maybe on special occasions. Matty made sure to set aside his short-shorts and belly-revealing tank top for another day.

Each day ended more or less the same way with the three of them in bed together. It wasn't necessary for Valian to feed that often, but more than anything it came down to Matty enjoying his company. That, and he felt a definite need to make it up to Vydra for having been locked away for half a century, even if the otter himself really didn't seem to mind. Either way he was more than happy to let the cute little otter join in to have some fun. Besides, even though the bat never explicitly said anything, as the days passed Matty could tell he was growing to enjoy their encounters. On the outside Valian was as viciously opposed to his ass being filled with fox cock as ever, but each time his protests seemed less and less severe.

Matty had no doubt that if he were to free the bat his next thought would be how much decapitation hurts, but it was a process, and he definitely felt like he was making some progress.

The first few nights were simple, Valian bent over and kneeling on the bed while Matty humped away at him doggy style. When Vydra was called over to make use of the bat's mouth he was understandably nervous, especially when the bat snarled and bared his fangs, but after being assured he couldn't hurt him felt confident enough to slip his cock inside. The sight of Valian glaring up at him was more than a little unnerving at first, but Vydra was soon far too interested in the wonderful feelings coming from the hot orifice to be bothered for long.

After several nights in that basic formation, Matty decided to shake things up by, despite Valian's protests, switching places and letting Vydra fuck the bat's upturned ass. Compared to the fox his cock was barely noticeable, but the humiliation of being dominated by an imp in that fashion sent Valian into a fury. Luckily, Matty was both ready and willing to plug the bat's mouth and stop the enraged shouts and threats. As always, before long his various protests changed to muffled moans as the thrusting began, shamefully loving even the smaller prick buried in his backside.

Each night ended with Valian, despite the cage around his cock, enthusiastically cumming all over the sheets while filled from both sides by the fox and otter. All three would then fall asleep together, gathered into a sticky pile while waiting for morning.

On the final night of the week, Vydra was finally feeling recovered enough for another bout with his tentacles. This time Matty was almost desperate to join in, lying atop Valian and wrapping his arms and legs around the prone bat and waiting to be lifted. Before long Valian felt the tentacles grab his wrists and ankles and promptly lift them both off the bed. As Valian grit his teeth and braced for what was to follow, Matty was laughing hysterically with eager anticipation and pure joy. He wasn't foreign to taking things up the ass himself, but he wasn't exactly experienced at it either being the dedicated top that he was. Still, he absolutely saw joining the bat in a tentacle fuck as a worthy exception.

A pair of tentacles arrived at both of their tailholes and began pressing their way in at the same time. Valian angrily clenched his jaw while Matty hugged him tighter and let out a loud gasp. Before the bat could react, Matty, being careful of the long fangs, pressed their mouths together in an enthusiastic sloppy kiss while the remaining two tentacles patiently waited nearby. When Matty released the kiss he smiled warmly at Valian, who despite his surprise looked ready to unleash yet another tirade. Before he was able to utter a word they were both gagged by the remaining tentacles plunging down both of their throats.

Matty eagerly thrust his cock along the bat's belly fur as he reveled in the glorious feeling of the long slick tentacles quickly working their way in and out. Below him, like the first time, Valian was instantly overwhelmed with his cock growing as stiff as it was able inside its cage. The writhing fox clutching his body twitching and moaning was a nice addition, he found himself unconsciously thinking, though he was far too busy enjoying being thoroughly double-teamed to give it any active thought.

It didn't take long for Matty to hit his peak as he rapidly thrust his cock along the bat's fur and climaxed, blowing his sticky load between them. Meanwhile, Valian as always had his own shuddering orgasm and sent a thick stream of smoky cum through the tip of his cage and managed to hit the startled otter square in the face. Valian gave a smug smile before he passed out and went limp. Once Vydra lowered them back onto the bed he used a newly free tentacle to wipe his face before happily climbing on alongside them and drifting off to sleep.

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The following day started the same as usual with the three of them heading off to their separate activities. Matty was reading through yet another old journal, still finding no mention of how to track demons, while idly fiddling with a small rectangular device he had found in the office. The small device was odd but not terribly notable, looking like nothing more than a broken old school portable black and white TV. To his surprise, when one of his fingers accidentally pressed down on a hidden side panel it sprang open to reveal a recessed area in the shape of a circle containing a pentagram. He immediately recognized the design as the same one as on his ring, or at least it looked like the end of his ring would fit perfectly inside. Tentatively, he placed the end of his ring into the side of the device and it instantly kicked on.

The screen was grainy but readable saying, "The Kennel Club, Lynchburg." When he pulled the ring out the screen faded only to turn back on the moment it was placed back inside. It seemed to be giving a location, though as for why that location was significant he couldn't say. Best as he could figure, his grandpa had found some way to harness the ring's power to find unbound demons from a distance, and there was currently one at whatever the kennel club happened to be. It looked like he had lucked into finding the key, the way his grandpa found new demons to hunt. Of course, while it may not have been very detailed, a lead was a lead, and he was happy to follow it.

Since Lynchburg was only an hour or so away by car, Matty decided it was at least worth checking out. Before he got ahead of himself, he did a quick search on 'The Kennel Club' to see what info he could find, only to have a good laugh when he saw that it was an all male strip club featuring dogs as the dancers. He was going to have fun dragging Valian along to that one.

After grabbing some supplies, including what he assumed was a hunting knife effective against demons, he excitedly ran outside to grab Valian and get moving. While he was leaving with the goal of peacefully bringing in a new friend, he didn't want to be caught unprepared if they weren't as easy or willing as Valian or Vydra.

When Matty found the bat, he was in the midst of tearing out and incinerating weeds from one of the larger flower beds nearby the mansion.

"Good news Valian, we're headed to Lynchburg!" For a moment Valian looked over at him, but promptly went back to his gardening. "I found what I think is a tracking device, like a GPS for demons. A DPS I guess. There wasn't any labeling on it or anything, but it said to go to a... club... there. Come on, let's go!"

"A tracking device. And what, exactly, is it tracking?" Valian grimly asked without looking up.

"A demon, obviously! Probably. At least a strong maybe. Probably. I don't know how long it'll stay put, we can get there in an hour if we leave now, so let's get moving!"

"So, you're planning on blindly attacking an unknown enemy with no training or preparation? Sorry, I want no part of it. You've recently made me pretty invested in staying alive, and I feel like your luck is past due for running out."

"Don't be like that! At the absolute least I just want to know if the thing works. If it looks like it's too dangerous or something I won't make you go in, alright? Worst case scenario I get killed and you go free, right?"

Valian stopped working, sighed, and rose to his feet. "Fine, I'll tag along, but only because if you do get killed I would truly regret missing it."

"Great!" Matty exclaimed with a joyful clap. "Head over to the car, I'm going to let Vydra know what's up and I'll be right out. Valian only gave a hissing sigh as Matty hurried back inside.

It didn't take long to find the otter, who was busy vacuuming the unending plush red carpet and awkwardly dancing along to an old Walkman Matty had found in one of his old boxes. He gave the otter a quick update as well as a few instructions and numbers to call for a small project he scheduled and hoped would be finished by the time they got back. Vydra, as always, was happy to help and waved as the fox jumped into the car with Valian in the passenger seat and sped off to Lynchburg.

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The trip didn't take long, though it certainly felt an eternity to Valian. It was by and large just a solid hour of Matty having a one-sided discussion about each and every band that came up on his mp3 player. Valian was staring out his window with a visible twitch, thinking only that he had made a huge mistake in agreeing to tag along.

As they closed in on their destination, Matty got out the DPS and used his ring to kick it on, happy to see that the readout hadn't changed. As he put it away he burst into a fit of laughter, startling the bat.

Against his better judgment Valian asked, "What's so funny?"

"Remember how I called this the DPS?" was all Matty uttered between laughs, holding up the device and giving it a shake.

"And?"

"DPS, like plural of DP."

"Ah. Got it."

"You know, like Vydra and I've been-"

"I get it, I know."

"-doing to you every night."

"YES! I GET IT!" Valian shouted with a snarl, and as Matty noticed, a subtle blush.

Matty couldn't stop himself from quietly chuckling for the rest of the drive, which, mercifully for Valian, wasn't long. Of course, since they arrived well before the club's mid afternoon opening time, he still had plenty more quality time in the car ahead of him.

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To the fox's disappointment, Valian's reaction when he found out the The Kennel Club was an all male strip club was rather subdued. As they stood outside waiting for the place to open he inspected a series of posters featuring some of the dancers and merely muttered, "Hm. I suppose I should have seen this coming," while rubbing his forehead. "Your first glorious hunt WOULD have to take us to a gay strip club."

"Aw, come on, cheer up and have some fun for once! And it isn't necessarily gay, plenty of women come to these things. I think. They do, right? Huh. Anyway, since they've been here since before they opened I'm betting the demon is a worker here, maybe even one of the dancers!" Matty pointed to one poster emblazoned 'Hellhound' featuring a muscular doberman wearing red spandex and devil horns. "Oooh, what do you want to bet it's him?"

"A little on the nose, I think," Valian responded disinterestedly.

"How about Firehose? Locke? Cuffs?" he asked pointing out a lithe dalmatian dressed as a fireman, a tall, fit but curvaceous poodle dressed in bondage gear barely passing as a prison guard uniform, and a short but stout corgi dressed as a policeman.

"I don't really care. I'm just here until you either lose interest, fail, or get yourself killed."

"Spoil sport," Matty huffed as he stuck his tongue out at the bat. "Fine, they're opening now so let's go inside and get a table. I wouldn't mind getting something to eat while I look for our new friend."

"Strip club food, yes, you've really moved up in the world, haven't you?"

"Hey, I've been to college, I have a pretty high threshold for terrible food. As long as it looks edible I'll enjoy it."

"And when it doesn't?"

"I'll enjoy it less." Matty smiled as Valian shook his head. They found their way to a table in the back and sat down while Matty scanned everyone he could see for anyone lit up the same way Valian was when they first met, but so far no one was standing out.

The interior of the club was a bit on the skeevy side, in its way, but he had to admit the place was pretty nice. Not exactly high class, but not a gutter either. The attractive German shepherd and greyhound dancing in nothing but thongs on the side stages certainly helped the ambiance though. The fake dog crate facades lining the walls and bone and fire hydrant themed decorations where a bit much, but if nothing else he respected their dedication to the theme.

When a waiter finally came by Matty ordered a huge plate of boneless wings. A short time later the waiter returned with his order, setting the small mountain of meat between him and Valian.

Once the waiter was gone Valian began to say, "I already told you I don't eat..." but trailed off when he looked over and saw the fox ravenously tearing into it on his own. Valian just muttered, "Ah," as Matty looked up with a confused grunt, at least 4 wings stuffed into his mouth.

By the time he finished his unreasonably large meal, the emcee came on and announced the first show of the night was ready to begin. He introduced the first dancer, which as Matty hoped was Hellhound. Unfortunately, as the scantily clad doberman sauntered out Matty didn't see any hint of a genuine demonic light in him. The horns he wore were obviously a simple cheap part of a Halloween costume and nothing more. While he was disappointed, Matty had an easy time finding a silver lining in getting to watch the red leather clad dog strip.

The doberman certainly appeared to be having fun while doing his job, smoothly dancing to the beat of the loud music while twirling his plastic pitchfork like a baton. Before long it was tossed away and he began to tease the crowd while slowly, enticingly slipping out of his vest. He gave the crowd a sexy look while twirling around the pole, shimmying and dancing along to the music. His wandering hands felt all along his body, eventually sliding down to his thong, slipping it off in a sultry manner before kicking it away.

Matty sighed, feeling more than a little regret that the doberman wasn't going to be his new acquisition. Transfixed by the sight of his cock beginning to emerge from its sheath and plump balls bouncing along to the beat, Matty absentmindedly let one of his hands wander under the table to Valian's thigh. A growl from the bat went largely unnoticed as Matty watched to dog wrap up, take a bow, and head backstage wearing nothing but his fake horns and a grin. Matty sadly watched him leave, only just then noticing that he was gently molesting the annoyed bat. He sheepishly grinned while the emcee announced the next dancer, Locke.

The moment the feminine, curvy poodle passed through the curtains Matty saw him glowing with a radiant explosion of light, confirming that he was the target. Matty elbowed Valian and whispered, "Bingo," before settling in to watch.

The poodle's outfit looked like a typical 'sexy prison guard' Halloween costume obviously designed to be worn by a woman even though it fit his form perfectly. He even wore the open-toed heels putting his red painted toeclaws on display. Underneath the unbuttoned vest he wore a leather bondage harness crisscrossing his chest and pressing into his thick white coat of curly fur. A set of leather cuffs were around his wrists and ankles, with a gag in the form of a thick rubber bone hanging on his chest from around his neck.

He seemed to be even more into the dancing than the doberman was, moving with an unearthly grace and climbing all over the pole in the center, even at one point hanging upside-down while thumbing his nose at the concept of gravity. He briefly hit the ground to remove his vest, slowly and seductively pulling it off to expose more of his thick, curly fur. Once his chest was fully visible, Matty recognized the same exact black fur tattoo around his left nipple that Valian sported in the same spot, confirming that the poodle was, like Valian, an incubus.

Having confirmed both the demon's identity and breed, Matty nodded approvingly and relaxed a bit, considering where to go from there. Between that and just watching the sexy creature gyrating, he easily forgot that the doberman ever existed. With his vest now gone, the poodle ripped off his tearaway shorts revealing his thong and went right back to his dancing, running his hands along his curves, and obviously loving the attention and cheers from the enthusiastic crowd.

As the poodle continued on and teasingly lowered his thong, Matty was surprised to see a glint of metal flash between his legs. Spinning around to hide his crotch from the crowd, he used the pole to hold himself upside-down again, this time lowering his legs to either side to do a split while proudly putting a familiar chastity cage on display.

"Heeeeeelloooooo, what have we here?" Matty uttered in surprise while Valian remained in silent shock seeing one of his kind seemingly happy to be bound in such a manner.

The poodle lowered himself back down with a show of otherworldly dexterity and grace, blew a kiss to the cheering crowd, bowed, and left the stage.

"So, that was something, huh. Where do you suppose we should go from here?" Valian remained silent, too stunned by what he just witnessed to respond. "We should wait for him out in the parking lot, right? That's probably the way to go. With any luck it'll be isolated so there won't be any complications. According to the schedule he'll be performing the rest of the night so we can just come back before closing and do it then."

Understanding the continued silence as agreement, Matty settled up the bill and they headed outside to find something to do for the next several hours.

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By the time the Kennel Club was closing for the night, Matty and Valian had yet to see the poodle emerge from the employee exit. They returned a few hours prior to begin their stake out, which mostly consisted of Matty happily chatting at Valian, who was once again visibly twitching in the passenger seat. The rear door opened giving Valian yet another glimmer of hope, only to be dashed when the doberman appeared and headed to his car.

His disappointment didn't last long, as a moment later the door opened again and the poodle finally walked out, now wearing a skimpy top putting his midriff on display and a pair of loose fitting jeans. Matty shook his head, not sure whether he was expecting or just hoping he would be wearing the costume from before.

Without saying a word Matty slipped the knife into his pocket and got out of the car. Best case scenario he could sneak up behind him when he stopped to open his car and tag him before he knew what was going on. As he silently followed along, the poodle made his way past the few remaining cars in the lot and ducked into the bus shelter, leaning idly against the back wall. That added a new little wrinkle to his plan, since with the poodle tucked away in the alcove as he was, it was no longer possible to launch a surprise attack. No matter, he figured as long as he didn't give the dog a reason to be suspicious he should be able to get close without any issue. Just strike up a conversation, same as he did with Valian.

After rounding the corner and entering the bus shelter as nonchalantly as possible, he saw the poodle look over to check him out with a smile. Matty gave what he intended to be an unassuming nod of greeting, but judging by the poodle's sudden reaction of wide eyed primal terror, he wondered if he might have missed the mark by a tad.

The poodle was frozen in place staring silently at Matty, who was too confused by his reaction to do much else but stare back. Matty nervously clutched the knife in his pocket as they held completely still, worried for the first time that Valian may have been right and this was a bad idea. After what felt like an eternity the poodle looked like he was opening his mouth to say something, but instead took Matty by surprise by taking off like a shot and bolting into a nearby alley.

Despite being startled by yet another wrinkle Matty muttered, "Oh, shit!" and took off after him, quickly regretting his choice of sedentary, hedonistic lifestyle. He may not have been fat at all, but he sure as hell wasn't in any kind of shape for running either.

Seeing this go down almost as poorly as possible, Valian grinned, got out of the car, and casually strolled along after them.

The chase didn't last long as the poodle soon found he had navigated his way into a dead end. When he turned around to get out, the black fox was standing, or more accurately hunched at the entrance, struggling to catch his breath while looking ready to vomit. He barely managed to gasp out, "Hold... on... not... hurt... you..." as the poodle backed up against the wall.

"I'm not going to let you take me again! I don't want to hurt anyone, but so help me I'll kill you if you don't leave me alone!" the terrified poodle shouted with a wavering voice.

Matty, suddenly piecing together what was going on, managed to catch his breath and say, "Hold on, I'm not who you think I am, I just want to talk." He slowly and carefully drew his knife and showed to the poodle before tossing it into the shadows. "I have no interest in hurting you either, see?"

The poodle tilted his head to the side and took a closer look, seeing that the fox indeed looked different than he remembered. "You... really aren't him are you?"

"I have to assume you're thinking about my grandpa, and no, I'm not him. I inherited the family business, you could say, but I'm trying to be a bit less... stabby about it."

"You look-"

"Yes, yes, just like him, I get that a lot." They both went back to staring awkwardly at each other until Matty finally broke the silence. "Is there someplace we can talk privately?" he asked, scratching his head and accidentally flashing his ring.

"Is that the rin-"

"Ring of Solomon, yeah. I'll admit I initially approached with the intent of, well, enslaving you, but you seem... different. I'd remove it as a show of trust, but I have something of a reluctant friend waiting out there, so I'll just keep my distance for now and promise I won't use it on you. How's that sound?"

"Alright... After that last little display I'm pretty sure I can move a lot faster than you, that could work. The club should be empty, we can go inside and talk there."

With a nod, Matty went along ahead with the poodle following a fair distance behind. As they walked they saw Valian strolling up.

"You actually managed to get him? That's a bit of a letdown," the bat grimly stated.

"No actually, we're just going inside to have a chat," Matty said, causing Valian to warily eye the oddity of an incubus.

"You mean he's chosen not to eviscerate you of his own free damn will?"

"More or less, yeah."

"Just keeps getting better," the bat muttered under his breath as they all headed inside.

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Matty wasn't sure if the room they found themselves in was a break room for the dancers or a VIP room for special clients, but either way it was nicely furnished. There were a few couches, a refrigerator, a table and chairs, and large closest full of what Matty could only assume were lots and lots of costumes. He and Valian were sitting next to each other on a small couch while the wary poodle sat a reasonably safe distance away.

Thinking that the best way to begin was just to introduce themselves, he gave his name and what led him here, his grandpa disappearing and being declared dead, inheriting everything, meeting Valian, capturing Valian, caging Valian and force feeding him, finding Vydra, finding a tracking device, and eventually finding themselves there. For the duration of his story Valian looked on with a grimace, audibly grinding his teeth at the mention of his capture.

The poodle nodded along, fascinated, then began his own story, starting by introducing himself as Audax, or just Dax for short.

"I traveled the world my whole life, sometimes killing, sometimes not, but always feeding on mortals to stay alive. At some point around 50 years ago I targeted a black fox, but he did something to paralyze me... an artifact or spell or something, I don't know. It must have been before he got the ring. Anyway, while I was helpless he put this cage on," he tapped the slight bulge showing through his jeans, "and turned me loose, laughing as he left me to starve. He could have just killed me, but he wanted me to suffer first." The poodle shuddered as he remembered what happened. It was easy for Matty to understand why he ran away like he did.

"By the time the paralysis wore off I was too weak to hurt anyone, not that I was able to feed anyway. Withered and close to death, I stumbled out of the abandoned building and eventually collapsed in an alley, naked and alone. A drunken wolf stumbled into the alley, saw an easy target, and forced himself on me. I tried to protest, but I was too weak to do anything about it. At first I was terrified about being forced to break our one biggest rule right before being sent back down, but as he continued I felt stronger, more alive, and frankly, it was like nothing I ever felt before. When he finished not only had I cum through the cage, but I was more than strong enough to snap the wolf's neck with one hand. After that I knew I couldn't ever allow myself to go back to hell, but at the same time the rules no longer applied to me, so I became something new, traveling the world bringing pleasure to others instead of taking it, but always on the move to avoid being found again. I've had a few close calls over the years, but I've always gotten away. At least until tonight."

While Matty listened to his tale, in awe of what happened, Valian was sneering. He dared to hope he found a potential ally, but the ending of the story made him doubtful.

"Wow. Holy shit... that's just... harsh. He never told me that story. I guess he was kind of a dick, huh?" Matty asked, remorseful for his apparent legacy.

"Maybe a little, but honestly, I can't fault him for doing what he did. I was a killer, remember. A week before he caught me I drained a nice squirrel couple, and would have gladly done it again."

"Yeah, but still, leaving you to die is one thing, but laughing while doing it, that's pretty cold. I'm glad it worked out for you at least." When Matty looked up at the poodle, he noticed something he had missed before. "Hey, how come your eyes are, you know, normal? And where are your horns for that matter?"

"Hm? Oh, I'm suppressing them so I can pass as just another mortal. We're all capable of doing that."

As Matty curiously eyed Valian, the bat immediately interjected, "Yes, I can hide them, but you can't selectively do it, and there's no way I'm losing my wings aga-... No way I'm losing my wings for something I can fix with a pair of sunglasses and longer hair."

"Oh, that makes sense, I guess. Say, I hate to change the topic, but is there a bathroom back here? I could, uh, use a break."

"Sure, just go out the door and around the corner, you can't miss it."

"Thanks!" Matty shouted as he sprinted out the door.

The moment the fox was out of earshot, Valian leaned forward and in an urgent whisper said, "Okay, he's gone, drop whatever this shit is and kill him. Once he's dead we can help free each other and everything to go back to-"

Dax, reclining in his chair with a finger against his temple and an amused smirk, interrupted him with a jarring laugh. "Were you not listening to me at all? Please, honey, I have no interest in any of that demon bullshit anymore. In all my time walking the Earth I've never been happier than after leaving it all behind me. Take my advice, you can't change what happened to you, so the sooner you learn to embrace it the happier you'll be." The poodle gave an enthusiastic flourish as he finished speaking.

"EMBRACE IT?" Valian shouted, digging his claws into the couch. "Embrace what? Being enslaved and forced to not just live with that nattering lunatic, but be his BOYFRIEND?"

"You're really making it out to sound worse than it is, I'm sure. Look, I have a seventh sense for reading people, Val."

"Valian."

"Sure. And that lunatic, as you say, is a genuinely good person. Sure, I freaked out when I first saw him, but that was just from seeing my personal bogeyman leap out from the shadows at a bus stop. Actually talking to him here... it's rare to see someone as honest and kind as he is. He isn't perfect, sure, no one is, but he's the first hunter I've encountered that wanted to help redeem demons instead of merely killing or banishing them."

Valian snarled, shouting, "You think he's GOOD? You call taking me against my will every damn day GOOD?"

"Context means everything. If he was doing what he's doing to another mortal then he'd be evil, no doubt about it, sure. But the rules are different with us. We're designed to be monsters, parasites, pure and simple. By our nature we not only kill and feed on innocents, we're hardwired to love doing it too. We don't belong in this world, and just by existing we're a blight upon it. All the lunatic is doing is showing you another better way, one we never would have found on our own, while electing to keep you alive." With a lusty grin Dax added, "And it does feel pretty great, doesn't it?"

After Valian visibly blushed and gave a small stutter he regained his composure and tried to avoid the last question. "N-no... Fuck that. I'm not going to sit back and accept being a slave."

"And when haven't you been a slave?" Valian blanched at his question. "Did you forget? We fell because we wanted free will and followed those who promised it. Once they were the ones in charge of things they just turned around and made us not just slaves, but monsters as well. Did you do what you did because you wanted to? Because you genuinely loved it? Or were you just warped into something cruel and unrecognizable, given an addiction, and shoved out into the world? Sure, there are a few doors closed to you now, but you're freer now than you ever were before."

"How is that, exactly?" Valian quietly asked, a bit stunned by everything he'd heard.

"Easy, in for a penny, in for a pound. You've already broken the biggest law that was forced on us, right? You can't get any lower than you already are in our so called culture, and you sure as hell don't want to go back, so why not choose to be who you really want to be? I'm guessing if Matty didn't stop you from being able to ask others to kill him, he left the leash pretty loose on you, so take the opportunity to try new things. Be something the mortals wouldn't want to send back to hell. Matty won't last forever, but you could. Forget all that demon nonsense, forget wanting to kill, forget wanting to go back to what you were, and be something better. Or don't. It's up to you."

Valian went completely silent, for the first time in his entire existence as a demon considering that not living by the rules was an option. Dax stomped on the ground and shouted, "You hear all that assholes? FUCK YOU!" before sitting back quietly, daintily crossing his legs as a heavy silence filled the air.

"Do you remember any of it? Before?..." Valian asked shakily.

"Very little, I'm sorry. That was taken from me same as you. I get impressions sometimes, but nothing real... It doesn't matter though, I'm happy here. But I will admit, while I love this life of mine, I'm pretty jealous of you."

"Jealous? How?"

"I've been like this a long time and I've never had a real partner like you do, I just run from place to place too afraid to ever settle down for more than a month at a time. I think you're lucky, even if you don't."

Valian looked at the ground but remained silent. It seemed he had a lot he needed to think about.

"I think I might be able to help you with that," Matty said as he walked back into the room. "I mean, at least the settling down part." He took his seat next to Valian and continued, "Now, let me finish before you stop me, but I have a proposition for you. If you decline, we'll leave, and you'll hear no more from me."

The poodle raised an eyebrow and cupped his chin, definitely intrigued by what he might offer.

"What I'm suggesting is you let me brand you with the ring." Dax was about to protest but Matty held up a finger and silenced him. "You let me brand you, but I won't control you or anything, just leave you free. If you're bound to me you won't have to worry about any other hunters ever finding you. Of course you'll have to trust me, and I wouldn't blame you for being skeptical. Or I could just order Valian to kill me if I ever go back on our agreement." He looked over at Valian expecting to see him pleased at the thought, but was surprised to see him blankly staring at the floor.

While twiddling his thumbs, Dax continued to eye the fox warily, but did seem to be considering the possibility.

"You can move into my mansion with us too if you want company or just a place to stay. There's way, way more space than I need." Suddenly shifting from the serious tone to his characteristic enthusiasm, he added, "And, actually, this could be fun, how would you like a strip club of your own?"

"A... a club of my own?" Dax's eyes widened as he touched his chest, completely stunned. "You would do... you would be willing to do that for me?"

"Why not? I think it's be a worthwhile business venture, the town could use a club like that. And I think if you're willing to trust me here, I'd be willing to trust you to run it."

Despite Dax sitting in contemplative silence, Matty hoped the swiftly wagging tail said everything he needed to know.

"And you swear you're not just messing with me, right?"

"Of course not!"

"Then what the hell, why not? Let's do it!" Dax answered, slapping his hands on his knees and smiling excitedly. "What do you need to do to bind us?"

"I just press the ring against you for a few seconds and we're done. Where do you want the mark?"

With a wink Dax stood, walked over, dropped his jeans, and pat his left butt cheek. Matty chuckled, reached over, and pressed his ring against his rump through his fur. After a small hiss filled the air the poodle was frozen stiff. Matty waved his hand to release him and he instantly reanimated and shook slightly.

Rubbing his head lightly, Dax looked over at Matty and smiled again. "If we're going to be heading to your mansion, do you mind if I grab my stuff from my place before we leave?"

Matty gave his own lustful smile and chuckled. "Actually, before we get to that, since we're friends and all, maybe you'd like to celebrate our little business deal?" As he spoke he reached forward and cupped the dog's plump balls hanging under his cage.

"Ooh! You are a fox after my own heart!" Dax giddily shouted before running over to another couch and grabbing something from a nearby supply drawer. He tossed some lube to Matty before climbing aboard the couch and wiggling his round rear at the eager fox. After catching the tube, Matty wasted no time rapidly shedding his clothes while running over to join him.

It wasn't lost on him that Valian was still sitting in the same spot, staring ahead almost catatonically, like the weight of the world was directly on his shoulders, but Matty figured it was usually for the best to give him some space when he got like that. Besides, ever since watching Dax dance, he'd been having a hard time getting that poodle butt out of his head.

In one quick motion Matty climbed on the couch behind Dax and slathered a generous amount of lube onto his already stiff cock. While palming and massaging the round curly furred ass he pushed two of his lube covered fingers into the welcoming tailhole, happy to feel the same burning warmth he got so used to enjoying with Valian. Dax was moaning enthusiastically at the intrusion, wagging his tail and clearly eager to proceed. With an enticing glance over his shoulder, he cooed, "Come on honey, quit teasing and fill me up."

Matty grinned, loving the dog's attitude, and acquiesced to his request. He aimed his slick tip at the glistening pink ring and pushed forward, easily making his way into the experienced tailhole. It may not have been offering much resistance, but whenever Dax clenched his muscles it felt like he was inside a vice. The dog definitely had a lot of practice.

When Matty bottomed out, tapping his knot against the tight hot ring, he wasted no time and began thrusting, ferociously pounding the delighted poodle's ass. Below him, Dax was losing his mind, enthusiastically moaning and reaching underneath his cage to play with his balls. All he managed to utter between his extended moans was a tremendously pleased "Yeeeeeaaaaaaah."

Across the room, Valian snapped out of his thoughts, having considered the Dax's words and made a decision. While he wasn't quite ready to embrace things, as was suggested, the poodle did have a point. If he wanted to stick around, hopefully forever, then perhaps it was time to try a new approach. He looked to the rutting pair, feeling once again a familiar stirring in his cage. Giving a small sigh, he stood and walked over, dropping his clothes as he approached.

Both Matty and Dax were startled by his sudden appearance, temporarily stopping to watch as he climbed aboard the couch in front of Dax. Without saying a word he bent over and presented his ass to the smugly grinning poodle.

"What... are you doing Valian?" Matty asked, genuinely surprised by the sudden turn of events.

"Taking some advice. Now get to work," Valian answered sternly, looking forward and clasping his hands, bracing himself as always. Dax didn't need to hear any more than that, happily grabbing the bat's ass with his free hand and forcefully driving his skilled tongue into the waiting rump. Matty resumed his thrusting, now wearing what was probably the biggest smile of his life.

It was Valian's turn to let out a symphony of moans as he got a masterful rimjob from Dax, whose long canine tongue was swirling about inside his ass and driving him crazy with pure pleasure. With every thrust, Matty forced Dax's muzzle a little harder against the bat's rump, happily assisting with the poodle's task. Both of their cages were nearly ready to burst as their cocks swelled within them as far as they could, not that either of them minded. The feelings coming from their tailholes were more than enough to keep them satisfied.

The threesome continued on that way for some time, Matty steadily increasing in speed as they all approached their respective climaxes. As Matty forced his knot into Dax's ass he fell forward, draping his body over the curly furred back like a blanket and continuing to hump as best as he was able. Within moments he came deep inside Dax which in turn sparked the poodle's own climax, shooting thick ropes of demon jizz onto the couch cushion. Valian soon followed suit, losing control from the poodle's skillful work under his tail and soaking another couch cushion with multiple spurts of his gray, smoky cum sent through the tip of his cage.

They all collapsed in a heap together, just happy to relax after their celebration concluded. Matty felt particularly weak after that last bout, but given the fact he just added a second incubus to the roster, he couldn't say being drained twice as much came as a shock.

Once his knot had gone down enough to slip out of the poodle, Matty yawned and stretched, suggesting that they should gather their things and get moving since it was almost morning. Dax left to empty his locker and write a quick thank you and goodbye note for his boss while Matty helped gather their clothes and asked Valian to clean up the couch. The moment they left the room the bat shrugged and flipped the cushions, figuring that was good enough. With those last bits of business taken care of, they headed out to Matty's car, stopped by Dax's motel to grab his things, and began the journey back home.

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As he soon discovered, the addition of Dax provided Valian with a greatly welcome conversational buffer while riding in the backseat of the car. The two of them were up front rapidly chattering about something, the bat didn't much care. It was far easier to ignore it all when none of it was directed at him, leaving him free to just peacefully watch the landscape passing by, looking almost similar to the one from his dream. He didn't know if he'd ever be able to change, as Dax suggested, but in that moment he didn't care. It was just nice to be able to slow down and appreciate the scenery for once.

With everyone enjoying themselves this time around, the trip went by in a flash, which was lucky because as they approached the mansion, the sun was already beginning to rise. No one was more surprised to see that than Matty, who thanks to his enthusiastic conversation with Dax hadn't even realized just how tired he had gotten. The moment he pulled the car up to the house he let out a loud, obnoxious yawn and smacked his lips a few times.

"Mmmm. I should probably get to bed and get some sleep before it's too late. Go ahead and take your stuff inside, Dax. Just pick an open room, there's more than enough." Dax nodded and happily hopped out of the car, grabbed his bags, and practically danced inside. After a second, somehow louder yawn, Matty looked over at Valian and added, "Before we go in though, there's something I want to show you, really hoping they finished."

Valian raised an eyebrow, clueless as to what the smirking fox had planned. He followed warily as the smirking fox strolled along a path leading around a corner to small open field off to the side of the mansion, stopping only once when he reached a newly built fence surrounding a large area about the size of a tennis court. He stopped, turned, and with a flourish shouted "TA-DA! Do you like it?"

He looked over the short barrier, not quite sure what the fox was expecting him to see. It looked like the grass inside had been torn out and replaced with a darker brown topsoil, but other than a large shed there was nothing notable.

"It's a garden! Some assembly required, you know, but everything you need is in the shed, seeds included," Matty said, beaming proudly at the bat.

"A... garden? How did... What..." Valian muttered, too stunned to piece together a response.

"Well, I noticed you doing a lot of yard work and you seemed to enjoy working with plants, so I thought I'd take the opportunity to do something nice for you while we were gone. I paid my landscapers to do a rush job, and here we are. Do you like it?"

Valian looked like he was struggling to say something, anything, but was completely unable to find the words, simply answering with a slight nod.

"Great! I was a bit worried I was going overboard on something you wouldn't want, I have a tendency to do that, I know, but I'm glad to see it was a success. Just out of curiosity, can I ask why you like working with plants so much? I'm not judging, it just surprised me with your affinity for fire and all."

Without looking over, still fixated on his new garden, Valian quietly answered, "I don't know, it's been so long since I stayed put long enough to grow anything. It's quiet, peaceful. Something about being in nature, tending to plants... I feel like l can remember..."

"When you were summoned?"

Before Valian could respond, their conversation was interrupted by a terrified Vydra screaming at the top of his lungs while bursting through the front door and speeding away as fast as his stubby legs could take him.

With a nervous chuckle Matty mumbled, "Oh. I guess I probably should have let Vydra know we had a new resident." No more than a second later the poodle followed, screaming and running in another direction. "And I probably should have covered that giant portrait of grandpa. Well, I, uh, should probably go calm them down. Have fun with the garden!" After patting Valian's shoulder, Matty ran off after them, hoping he wasn't going to need to talk them down out of the trees.

As soon as he was out of earshot, Valian looked over and quietly said, "Thank you," before heading to the shed check out his gift.