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February 2024 Flavor of the Month: Old Fashioned

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“Fuck you Cox! What do you mean I'm not good enough to be the headliner?" Rex growled at the old buck. “You know I have the horniest, most thirsty fucking followers on the net! I should be the one headlining this shit, not Stan."

The buck behind the desk was only half listening to the sabertooth's profanities as he wrapped up some editorial decisions on Rex's most recent shoot.

“Listen Rex, baby, honey, sweetie," Cox stroked a few keys on his laptop before turning to face the infuriated sabertooth. “You're hot. I know that, you know that, your followers know that. That's not the problem. It's the fact that you don't have the knee knocking kiebasa that our top models do."

“You know damn well I get you the real money shots every fucking time! No one's faking when Rex rocks your rocks off!" Rex snarled.

“We all know your slogan, Roxy," Cox smirked at the pet name he knew got under Rex's skin. “You're not a little guy, but you're certainly not the biggest. Not my fault that stallion's and bulls have the cajones that make you look like you're packing a coin purse while the rest are hauling money bags."

Cox was an old star from the industry who got behind the camera before his looks faded into obsolescence. The buck had powerful horns, his rack the pride of his work, but they were starting to show the first signs of yellowing from the cigarettes he cranked. The buck had a powerful frame, but once he started directing, he gave up the constant dieting and working out and now he was a pudgy gut porn producer. The former porn actor was well past his way to pasture as an actor, but he was far from done with the industry.

Unfortunately, he was the only one who would give Rex the time of day. Rex knew the asshole was his only shot at the big leagues, but being a solo-pornure didn't prepare him for how ruthless and scrutinizing the real business was.

“We all know it's not about the size-"

“Listen Rex," Cox cut off the porn actor, pulling on his suspenders like a businessman and snapping them like some eccentric fat cat. “This here is a visual business, you feel me? I'm not saying you're a small, fugly, prick. That's what the reviewers say when they see you trying to top. You got to have more than just the prowess, you gots-to-got the goods! And you are lacking a few inches to be considered camera ready. At least for topping."

Cox stood up, the buck's fur a fading ashen brown and his muzzle covered in the silver from not shaving often enough. His shirt a series of coffee and cum stains that his washer failed to fully remove. One of those stains was from Rex. Cox was very thorough with his interview process.

“You just got to give me a chance! Sure I'm not a two foot monster like some of the guys, but an eight incher that shoots thick loads like mine is what the freaks really want."

“Both Stan and Mark shoot half gallons that could soak you out," Cox rolled his eyes. “Listen, I'll keep an eye out for opportunities, but you can't compete with a stallion and bull, not in this market. Speaking of which, you've got a shoot with both of them in an hour. Shouldn't you be prepping?"

“Fuck you Cox," the sabertooth snarled.

“Oh come on now Roxy," Cox came over, grabbed the tiger by the straps of his tank top and pulled the sabertooth close. The buck a full head above the young sexy feline, not even including his horns. “Save the attitude for the shoot."

Rex pushed Cox away and gave a halfhearted snarl.

“Whatever," Rex huffed and turned, his thick muscled ass and thighs making him swagger as his lats and shoulders kept his arms at an angle. Cox gave a little whistle at that ass before Rex slammed the office door behind him.

“That old fart doesn't know what the fuck he's talking about," Rex seethed as he stomped to the bathroom to prep, snatching his drawstring from the dressing room on his way. The sabertooth tore open his satchel, clawing through the contents until he found what he was looking for. A vial of purple glowing liquid no bigger than a shot glass.

“I'm not going to be some loser in this backwater fuck-hole," Rex, rumbled as he went to uncork the vial. He knew the consequences of this type of magic, how it would corrupt his soul and body, how it would change him into something not human, but that wasn't his concern. He couldn't afford to go to college. All he had were his looks, and he wasn't going to let the best years of his life slip on by because some old prick was trying to relive his glory days through some big dicked nobodies!

Once the vial was open, Rex could hear a light crackling form inside the liquid. It was like someone had thrown a bunch of pop rocks in water. It bubbled and writhed like it was alive. Rex didn't care if it would turn him green so long as it did as he was promised. He knocked it back, the flavor bitter sweet champagne that burned. It felt sluggish and runny at the same time as it ran down his throat.

Rex put both his fists on the sink, the empty vial gripped in one as he looked at himself in the mirror. He didn't expect anything to immediately happen, but he did feel a burning in his gut. It was like he took a shooter of bottom rail hooch from a shady bar. To be fair, that wasn't far off from where he got it.

***

“Uhg, get me a drink," Rex sighed as he sat himself at the bar. “Whatever you have that won't make me feel like shit in the morning."

“You're new here," the bartender, a black wolf smirked as he was cleaning off some glasses. “Stumble your way in off the street?"

“Is this a bar? Can I get a drink?" Rex shot back as the little twunk behind the bar smirked at him. The black wolf wore a simple vest, the garment a little too short and showed off his belly button while his slacks were tight and form fitting. He had a button down on, but was only buttoned in the middle so the collar flung out like wings while the bottom was a pair of fluttering coat tails.

“I can get you a drink, but that won't solve your problem," the wolf turned, the back of his vest had elaborate violet stitching on it that looked almost like wings.

“I'm not here for a fucking lecture," Rex growled. “I'm here because I hate my boss and my fucking job."

“That's not true," the wolf was mixing a few things, his hands moving fluidly from one bottle to the next.

“What do you fucking know about it-"

“You love your job, you just hate that everyone else is better at it than you," the wolf turned and presented his drink. The lowball was filled to the brim with a dark amber liquid, the garnish a sprig of rosemary with an orange peel coiled around it. “You just hate that you tried to step out of your small pond and now you're drowning in the ocean." The wolf pinched the sprig of rosemary and it sparked, a trail of smoke curling off it like incense.

Rex finally looked the wolf in the eyes, those violet orbs glowing with power.

“Fuck…this is a demon bar," Rex growled. “I don't need you in my head."

“The Curio of Curiosities isn't a 'demon bar,' as you call it," the bartender smirked. “It is simply a bar manned by a demon."

“Whatever," Rex took a swig of his drink, his mouth warmed by the delicate balance of bourbon, whisky, and aromatics. “An old fashioned?" Rex cocked a brow.

“It's simple, but it gets the job done," the wolf leaned forward on the polished dark wood. “Sometimes the best solutions are the simplest."

“I don't fuck with demons, guy," Rex took another sip of his drink, the flavor bursting over his taste buds. “My soul is mine."

“Who said anything about your soul?" The demon smirked. “I simply want to help you out."

“Yeah? I don't even know who the fuck you are," Rex grumbled.

“That's by design," the bartender shrugged. “But for simplicity's sake, you can call me Jace."

“Well, Jace, don't be surprised when I say whatever your selling, I ain't buying."

“Who's selling anything?" Jace smirked. “I'm simply willing to give you the answer to all of your problems. One that'll simultaneously kick your competition out of the running and make you the greatest porn star anyone has ever seen."

“That's one hell of an offer," Rex smirked at his own joke. “So, no strings attached?"

“Well, no price you'll have to pay, but the type of solution I offer will change you mind, body, and soul. You'll still own every facet of all three, but you'll have to navigate the ravages of a new kind of hunger. Though, your profession would make it very easy to sate. It would actually be in your best interest if you stay in that line of work if you were to take this offer."

“Okay," Rex leaned in, his saber teeth gleaming in the low light of the bar. “Let's say I'm interested. What's your solution, mister brimstone?"

“Jace is just fine," the wolf's eyes gleamed. “And here's the first step." Jace pulled a vial out of his pocket, the purple glowing liquid a blazing neon violet. “Drink this and you'll be able to do the impossible."

“And, what if I decide I don't want to drink it?"

“Take it with you, it'll be useless after the week," Jace plopped the vial in Rex's drink, the bottle making the old fashioned shimmer. “Mull it over, and if you don't want it, just throw it out or let it expire."

***

That was only a couple days ago and the substance had lost some of its glow, but the sabertooth wasn't going to let Cox stand in his way of being the best, not if he had a say in the matter.

That potion boiled and burned in his gut, and for a moment he thought he was going to wretch. Then, it changed into a warmth that ran over his body and through his veins. His entire being hummed with pleasure, but there was also an emptiness deep inside him. A deep rumbling from deep in his bones that desired to be sated.

Rex felt a shiver go up his spine, his tail flicking behind him as he gave a lusty growl. He watched as his eyes bled from their emerald green to a shallow purple that flickered between his normal eye color, the unnatural power that coursing through him. His eyes like alexandrite that fluttered between emeralds and amethyst.

“I hope this shit doesn't just give me flashy eyes," he snarled as his gut rumbled. “Or that little demon is going to get a fistful by the time I'm done."

There was a sudden knock at the door.

“Rex," the voice on the other side shouted. “You done in there? The shoot is going to start soon."

“I thought I had more time," Rex growled back.

“They moved up the shoot cuz Stan has another one that was scheduled to overlap. They need you on in ten."

“Fuck me," Rex muttered. “I'll be ready in five."

The sabertooth gave himself another once over, his powerful muscles and body easily showing off his imposing physique. I just wasn't enough to make him the top dog.

“Soon…"

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