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Turning Faces

Chapter 3: Crossed Wires

It was a long time before the rutting calmed down into a draconic snuggle puddle, emphasis on the puddle. The four of them were sticky and slick with sweat and their own juices, all of them laying atop the drake exhausted and sleeping. It was a wonder how Teryx awoke first, still in the snow leopard body and being held close in a matting embrace. His mind was awash with pleasure, his body a constant buzzing of euphoria that kept everything fuzzy. Every time he tried to move, the drake holding him close and impaled would pull him closer, cum and dragon essence squelching in his worn out pussy. Even Teryx couldn’t resist the call of the dragon’s demands as he fell back under several times while they slumbered. It wasn’t until late in the afternoon that Teryx was able to devise a plan that would work.

And like most plans, it involved delegating responsibilities to Fang.

“Fang,” Teryx did a harsh whisper to the black fox. The guy rousing from his slumber, his fur cracking as the dried in jizz flaked from him.

“W-What?” He yawned.

“I need you to find the conduit,” Teryx whispered. “Go find it.”

“Do it yourself,” Fang yawned and rolled over, snuggling up to the big croc.

“God damn it,” Teryx sighed, focusing as the massive dragon holding him close snored. “Whatever, I’m sure I can manipulate the dragon domain influence. Not like Ron had any training in it.”

There wasn’t much magic in Ron’s body, and it flowed in a direction that Teryx wasn’t used to, but he was still familiar enough with draconic magic to manipulate it. So, it was sloppy, but effective.

“Your dragon king demands your service,” Teryx snarled, his eyes glowing gold. “Find the conduit Fang!”

“Of course, My King,” Fang yawned and stood up, his mind fuzzy as he wandered around the rubble before the magic broke and he blinked. “The fuck am I looking for?”

“The spell conduit you twit! Do it before Ron wakes up and we start another romp!” Teryx whisper shouted. Fang got the idea, his eyes going wide before looking about.

Fang was going to grab the petal from the mason jar, but he found that the jar was shattered and the petal was missing. He was going to panic, but then he saw it. The petal was wafting around a pile of broken furniture. He tiptoed his way over and moved some broken glass and splintered wood to find the stem of the rose under an overturned chair.

“Now what?” Fang asked. “Just reattach it?”

“No!” Teryx shouted, but quickly quieted himself. “No, bring it here. If someone is already in contact with another petal, we’ll just shuffle and this’ll all start over again. I need to delay the switch somehow.”

“Jeez, don’t freak out or whatever,” Fang padded his way back, making sure to avoid any broken glass.

“Wha…what’s going on?” Ron rumbled as he roused in his dragon body.

“Sleep,” Teryx slapped his palm on the dragon’s muzzle, his palm glowing bright. The dragon’s eyes went wide, but then drooped back into sleep. “I just bought us a few more minutes, but let’s get this done quick, please. Grab me the green flask from my office. It’s in the cabinet to the left of the entrance.”

“Fucking Christ,” Fang groaned and made his way to the office to retrieve the flask. It was easy to find. It was a little vial and he brought it to the snow leopard encased in the slumbering drake.

“Okay, this will buy us some time, but at least we’ll be able to keep things from getting any worse.” Teryx nodded and uncorked the flask and carefully let a single drop out and onto the stem of the rose, the petal Fang was still holding onto glowed a deep, angry red.

“Okay, let it go.”

***

“So, how much time do we have?” Fang asked as he slouched in a chair of Teryx’s breakfast nook.

“I don’t know,” the drake looked at the rose and it’s two petals, the one from Fang and the other from Ron. “Holy water would only abate the demonic effects of the other petals for so long.”

“Wait,” Fang put his hands up. “Demonic effects? Did you seriously pull demonic magic into the cruse?”

“Well, demons possess people all the time,” Teryx shrugged, his robe hanging loosely from his body. “I just took the possession factor a bit further so two creatures with bodies can possess each other’s vessels.”

“So…you used demon magic?”

“Of course not,” Teryx waived off his friend. “Just demon essence.”

“You used DEMON MAGIC!?”

“Oh quit your screaming,” Teryx pinched the bridge of his muzzle. “We have bigger issues than who used what in what spell. There’s several things in place to keep any demonic forces in check, but we need to find a way to stop this body swapping or who knows what will happen next.”

“Demon magic?!” Fang pressed.

“You’re still on that? Catch up Fang, we got to think of something. You know a thing or two about magic, don’t you?”

“I think I’m going make like Clark and Ron and leave. You’re just lucky they’re happy to raise your bastards. I won’t be roped into more of this bull you’ve tricked me into swallowing.”

“You owe this to me,” Teryx huffed, pouring some coffee for the two of them and sitting down.

“No, I don’t,” Fang’s fur was on end. “I’m not going to get roped into your demonic bullshit.”

“Really? You’re the one who caused all this you know.”

“I’m not the one who used DEMON MAGIC to swap his soul with someone else for a fucking fantasy!”

“Mmm, fuck that was hot, but I mean the initial storm that scattered the flower’s petals to the four corners of the wind. You could have tried to have some sort of restraint, but this mess is just as much your doing as it is mine.”

“I’m not the one who used DEMON MAGIC!!! Are you even registered to use hell mage spells?”

“Let’s not get bogged down on who used what to do what unmentionables—”

“I think it’s really important—”

“Because at the end of the day, our fingerprints are all over those petals. If one of us goes down for this, both of us do.”

“The fuck do you mean?!”

“Well, I needed virgin blood to get the demon magic, and yours was readily available.”

“I’m not a fucking virgin, also, you used my blood for WHAT!”

“‘Virgin Blood’ just means it hasn’t been used in a spell before. Obviously I’ve used my own blood for spells, but I know you’re squeamish about that kind of stuff, so…I assumed correctly you’ve never used your blood in that kind of thing.”

“I can’t FUCKING believe you! I’m done! I’m out!” Fang moved as though making for the door.

“I hope you have a good lawyer to explain to the authorities how your blood was used in this curse.”

Fang stopped dead in his tracks.

“You wouldn’t,” Fang turned to face his titanic friend sipping his coffee like he didn’t just threaten his entire life with the legal implication of communing with demons as an unregistered hell mage.

“I can’t control the conclusion that the prosecution will come to,” he sipped his brew before nudging the other cup of coffee closer to the fox. “So why don’t you come help me think of something that’ll keep this thing from blowing up in our faces.”

“Oh my god I’m ruined,” Fang’s eyes were wide as he shuffled his way back to the table, cupping the mug as he watched the steam roll off it. “I’m dead, my life is over…”

“Not yet it isn’t,” Teryx shrugged, sipping his coffee. “We just need to get the rest of those petals before something happens to them that causes the curse to go haywire.”

“Haywire?” Fang’s ears perked up, his eyes almost devoid of all light.

“I mean, yeah,” Teryx shrugged. “If just a little holy water can delay the body swapping effects, just imagine what other stimuli could do to the spell without us even knowing?”

“I thought you said it was safe?” Fang’s heart started to race.

“Yeah, if I kept it in a controlled environment. I’m not going to name names or place blame, but when someone scattered the petals on the wind it threw them to the elements. Who knows what kind of odd ends or ingredients could be added while out in the wild. We’re lucky that it’s just been my soul swapping bodies so far. Who knows when the spell will start just randomly swapping and shuffling other people’s bodies? So help me think of a way to cut this little social experiment short and get these petals back before anyone else notices.”

Fang looked like his soul had metaphorically left his body, he was holding his head up by threading his fingers in through his hair, his other hand limply holding onto the handle of his coffee mug as he recounted all the mistakes that put him in this situation.

“I think I need to lie down,” Fang muttered.

“Well, you’re already sitting, so you’re half way there,” Teryx shrugged and sipped his coffee.

“How are you not panicking? How are you so calm?”

“What do you mean? I’m an absolute wreck,” Teryx sighed contentedly as he took another sip of his coffee. “But these beans were imported from Bolivia. I’m not going to spoil the flavor by souring my mood.”

Fang looked up with his eyes at the dragon, then slowly slid his mug off the table, the cup shattering on the ground and spilling the hot liquid across the tile.

“Oh, now look what you did,” Teryx rolled his eyes. “Do you have any idea how much work you’ve already made for Esteban with the foyer? Do you have no respect for the help?”

“Your cleaner is named Esteban?” Fang narrowed his eyes.

“It’s something like that,” Teryx shrugged. “I never bothered learning their names. It’s someone else every week. I just decided to call them Esteban for simplicity.”

“You’re a fucking child, you know that?”

“And you’re a living-room destroyer and waster of good coffee,” Teryx huffed. “See, we can both be hurtful. Now stop moping and help.”

“Help with what?”

“Thinking of a way to stop this from getting worse. We wouldn’t be in this mess if it weren’t for your reckless use of my storm abilities.”

“And we wouldn’t be in this mess if you wouldn’t have come up with this stupid curse thing for a cheap lay.”

“Oh Fang, don’t sell yourself short,” Teryx smiled, his toe claws fanning. “You weren’t a cheap lay, and it’s mostly your fault anyway, but let’s not get stuck on who’s fault this is, Fang, because we have a timer.”

“You’re fucking insane,” Fang huffed. “You don’t get to just dismiss me like that.”

“Are you still insisting on who’s to blame? Don’t beat yourself up Fang, we need to move past what’s already been done. Can’t change the past, so don’t dwell on it. We need to figure out what to do now before things get out of hand.”

“Out of hand?”

“Well, more out of hand than what you’ve already done,” Teryx shook his hand as though weighing something.

“Okay, fine then, what were all the ingredients used to make this thing,” Fang knew they were talking in circles and that there was no reasoning with the drake when he was like this. “And I mean ALL of them. Don’t leave a single one out.”

“Well, the conduit of lust, the rose,” Teryx started going down the list. “Spit from a lust demon summoned with virgin blood, venom from a phoneutria spider, the dyeing breath of a life lived in lust—”

“What the hell was that last one?”

“Oh, it was the video will of some porn star or something,” Teryx shrugged. “Honestly, it was the easiest piece to get. I also wove several other curses from an old wedding ring and a ball of red yarn.”

“And what is it that makes the bodies switch? What series of ingredients?”

“Well, curses are made by the power you give them, not the power they have. So, my desire for this fantasy is what fuels it.”

“So your dragon boner is what keeps the spell strong?”

“You felt my lust before. You know how hard it hits. It just made a committed couple cuck themselves. How many forces on this earth do you think can do that?”

“Well, what turns you off?”

“Your attitude,” Teryx jabbed.

“Do you really think this is any time to crack jokes?”

“Who’s joking?” Teryx sipped his coffee.

“Seriously? Are you just going to keep messing with me until you come up with something?”

“The thought crossed my mind,” Teryx shrugged. “But you do your best work when I’m needling you.”

“My God...” Fang gave a sigh before he held back a wave of nausea. Then it hit him. “Oh, I think I have an idea.”

“See, it’s already working,” Teryx smirked.

“Shut up, do you still have that cola I asked you to get me so I didn’t have to drink everything neat.”

“Yeah, somewhere collecting dust in one of these cabinets.”

“Oh, I think I have a turn off for you,” Fag had a wicked grin on his muzzle as he glared at the drake.

“You’re not suggesting I mix my sipping whiskies with your children’s swill.”

“No,” Fang’s grin grew sinister. “Worse.”

“Oh no,” Teryx looked pale.

“Oh yeah,” Fang nodded.

***

“Oh god it’s so nasty,” Teryx gulped air as tears welled up in the corners of his eyes. “It tastes like sugary piss and snot-nosed ball pits.”

“Yeah,” Fang smirked and cracked another of the generic colas and poured the warm bubbling liquid into a red plastic cup. “Don’t be shy. If we want this to work, you’re going to need to drink a lot.”

“There must be another way,” Teryx sighed, putting the half-drunk cup of soda down.

“Knock it back big guy. We ain’t stopping until we get a nice big belch.”

“God, I hate you,” Teryx hissed. “I knew I shouldn’t have let you know that belching turns me off.”

“Yeah-urp,” Fang gave a little burp from his own soda he drank. “Just be happy I’m doing it with you and not making you fend for yourself.”

“You mon-urp-ster…oh god its so unrefined and brutish,” Teryx put his fingers to his lips.

“No, no, no,” Fang waged a disapproving finger at the drake. “Don’t be trying to silently let the gas out like a gentleman. If you want to extract something that is really going to turn you off, you better hold it in until you can let a really big one out. Now, drink!”

“Oh god,” Teryx looked a little green around the gills as he held his breath and started gulping down the soda. The two of them drank, guzzling down the drink, the fizz burning in their throats and making their eyes water and their noses run.

“Oh god,” Teryx gasped, snagging a tissue from a box on the table and swiping his eyes and then going in for more.

“Done!” Fang huffed, his empty solo cup clicking against the table. “Hoooo fuck that burns.”

“Shit, you did this with your siblings?”

“Yeah, anything to beat the boredom,” Fang smirked. “Didn’t you do anything painfully stupid with your family to dull the pain of boredom?”

“Nothing so…unrefined,” Teryx was about to knock his chest with his fist when he thought better of it and cracked another soda, this time not even pouring it and downing the can as quickly as he could. The storm drake’s plumage rippled, static popping along his horns as his spine tingled. His gut felt like it was about to burst, that he was going to throw up, but instead, a large gas bubble forced its way up. He quickly set down the can in preparation of the burp of the century.

“BuuuwURRRUUUUWWUUURRRUUUWWrruuuwwuuUUUUUUUURP!”

The storm drake’s entire body released a massive, hot, sour belch that rattled up his throat and wetly splattered out of his maw. It was like a demon being set loose upon the world, bellowing from the depths of hell itself. Like some sweet, disgusting sulfur it filled the air as it rolled out from the deepest parts of the drake’s gut. Before it could go anywhere though, fang had a glass vial, the gas and sound spiraling into it. As soon as the last little bubbling fizz of that burp left the drake’s maw, the black fox corked it and smirked.

“There, now we might be able to get somewhere with this after all.”

“Oh fuck, just kill me,” Teryx head was on the table, drool dribbling from his muzzle as he groaned.

“Oh shut up, you big baby,” Fang looked at the vial. It was a spherical vial that housed that burp, the magic etched into the glass making the belch take on a physical shape. It looked like a bubble pretending to be a virus. It was a green with a pimply surface, the bubbles constantly popping off and then circling back into the belch contained in that flask. It was like a mixture of fizz and boiling water.

“Please tell me it worked,” Teryx sighed, pushing himself back up into a sitting position.

“Yeah, it’s strangely hypnotic to look at.”

“Well, anything draconic in nature has some sort of allure to all lesser beings, even if it is just a dragon’s belch.”

“You think we’re lesser?”

“Not me, it’s just what the magic texts say,” Teryx straightened his robe. “Inferior resistance to a dragon’s magical allure does suggest some sort of genetic superiority, but anyone could master it if they put in the time and effort. We’re just effortlessly outstanding.”

“Yeah, sounds like you wrote the book,” Fang sighed and tossed him the vial. The drake fumbled with it before clutching it to his chest.

“What the hell! What if it broke!”

“Then I would have gotten to watch you go to round deux,” Fang smirked before giving a belch. It was big for the little fox, but it might as well have been the burp of some kitten compared to the dragon’s bellow that rattled the rafters moments before.

“Nevertheless, I just hope it’s enough to disrupt the energy of the curse,” Teryx took a deep breath before a final belch rolled up his throat. He let it silently sizzle out his nose, a sour expression taking on his face as he waived it off. “Oh god.”

Teryx took the vial to his study, the room a proverbial laboratory of brews, tesla coils, and ancient tomes. He grabbed the rose and its two petals and uncorked the vial, the belch staying inside it. He took the stem and slipped it inside, the clipped tip of the rose’s stem piercing the bubble. He gave it a few moments, the veins inside the rose glowing with the green energy of that burp before a light screaming sigh echoed off the petals. A withering hiss came from the rose and dozens of glowing red threads appeared. They were all connected to the stamen of the stem, the little threads each reaching out into the city towards a different petal.

“All this work for only two romps,” Teryx cocked a brow as he pulled out a dagger. “Worth it.” He sliced the threads, the curse screaming as the glowing connections started to dissolve and fizz away. He pulled the stem from the vial, corking it again, the bubble still there, but significantly smaller. He put the stem on his desk, the various ingredients housed inside it still writhed against the dyeing energy of the curse.

“Maybe it can be salvaged,” Teryx shrugged. “For now, at least, we can put this whole debacle to bed. Now, I need to call the cleaners and get my apartment back in order.”

The dragon huffed, synching his robe back up and walking out the door. The rose rested there, green bubbles flying off it every once in a while and bouncing in the air before popping and letting out little echoes of that dragon belch. That was, until one bounced against a glowing thread. One singular red thread of light spiraling off like some errand strand of spider silk.

***

Teryx stirred the next morning, his mind heavy and shrouded in a thick layer of fog, but his body was his. His hands roamed up over his chest, his claws catching on the armor like scales of his underbelly. Despite them being softer than his hide, they still caused his claws to bounce as he traced them. He took in a deep breath, his powerful chest filling with air before he let the sigh roll out of his muzzle, sparks flying around his fangs as his maw glowed with the blue sparks.

He was surprised at how clear his senses were despite the fog. He had a bit to drink the night before and he was expecting to spend the day lying about recovering, or a bit of the hair of the dog to chase his hang over. His bed had never felt so nice or his sheets so silky. A gentle thrumming of energy tingled up his spine and down to his toes. Whenever he breathed in, it would flow to the crown of his head, spiral up his brow in twin arches before flowing back down like the weeping streaks of fireworks.

Teryx gave a soft moan, his hand slipping down to scratch his nuts, his claws working over them, the orbs felt both heavy and light at the same time. Buoyant in his nut sack like a duo of oranges that sparked flames as they rolled between his claws. He fanned his toe paws as he relaxed into the sheets, his plumage popping and clinging to the fabric as he stretched.

He stretched, cracking his joints, his spine felt like it was floating, his tail whipping out behind him in comfort. He gave a soft sigh as his palm ran over his dick. It felt so thick and powerful. So familiar and yet not at all at the same time. He gripped it, a low, rumbling moan slipping past his lips as that shaft swelled and expanded, climbing towards the sky with the slightest touch. Usually after a night of drinking, he wasn’t able to be at attention so quickly.

Teryx gave a low rumble as his hand started to stroke his cock, his fingers sliding up and down that shaft, slipping them over his tip, slicking themselves up with his own juices before sliding back down. It felt so good, so strange, like someone else was jerking him off while he laid back. Deep in his mind’s eye he was back at that bar, that cute little snow leopard bringing him drinks. What was his name again? Whatever, it wasn’t important. He smirked and looked over at the tiger manning the bar. The tall man a vision and a testament to his species masculinity.

His body was thick, the tiger’s muzzle dusted with a light beard, his hair slicked back, the slight creases of crow’s feet at the corners of his eyes showing his age, yet his emerald eyes glowed with youth and had a depth of knowledge. His sleeves were rolled up to show off those stripped forearms, those thick fingers expertly cleaning glasses, his vest accenting his tight waste and the top button of his dress shirt being popped showed off the tuft of white chest fur and the crown of his cleavage.

Teryx gave a low purr, his tail flicking as he brought his claws to the man’s face, his fingers brushing over his cheek and pulling him up into a deep kiss, their tongues mingling. The faintest taste of his last cigar graced his lips and the flavor of the last drink he sampled before serving stinging his taste buds.

The tiger purred, deep and rumbling, his lips parting and his fangs biting the drake’s lips.

“Aren’t you the big boy,” the tiger rumbled.

The drake was speechless in his fantasy, his eyes going wide, then half sheathed as he deepened the kiss. The drake’s maw opening to flick his tongue forward into the tiger’s maw, beckoning him to take his muzzle. He did, whisky breath and all. Their tongues lulled in each other’s maws as they made out.

Teryx gave a little purr, his spine tingling as he imagined himself in the tiger’s body, the tiger in his. The massive storm drake before him simply murred.

“Good boy,” he rumbled, continuing the kiss, that thick dragon tongue filling his muzzle, the now feline body that Teryx had drooled around that massive tongue.

The sheets on the bed were tented, the tip of that dragon cock pressed firmly against the fabric and causing a dark spot to form. Precum welled up and dribbled over the seats like the rolling lava that was bubbling out of a volcano.

Teryx could smell his own musk, his mind reeling in its grogginess as he smelled the total studly man essence rolling off of him, his hand stroking faster as his fantasy played out in his head. The two had stripped their clothes off and the storm drake was now pinning the tiger down on the bar and ramming his dick deep into him.

Back in reality, the big drake’s foot paws fanned, his hand slicking over his shaft as those silk sheets continued to drink that cock snot. That rolling hand sliding up his shaft coated in his virility, thick slick covering his cock as he stroked with an even and calculated ease.

“That’s right, nice and slow, just the way I like it, kitten,” the dragon in Teryx’s fantasy was now leaning back, his soul in the body of that tiger was riding on that cock, gripping the bar and using it as leverage to ride that massive dragon prick. Wet slapping and squelching filled Teryx’s mind as he felt his pleasure welling up inside him, filling him with a growing sense of both dominance and submissiveness.

“Good kitten, keep going for daddy,” Teryx’s body rumbled as his hand stroked that shaft faster, gripping harder. “That’s right, keep it nice and tight for me. Just like that. Almost there.”

Teryx’s eyes fluttered open as they rolled back into his skull, his legs twitching further apart as he edged closer and closer.

“Do it,” His imaginary body snatcher purred. “Do it for me. Be a good little cub for daddy.”

Teryx couldn’t hold back and he kept stroking, his hand flying up and down unable to hold back anymore as he stroked like a madman. His balls drew up and bounced, his thick, draconic load shooting through his sheets and welling down it like a bursting damn. He stroked through his orgasm, his dragon spunk soaking his loins in a thick musk as he came and came and came.

“Good boy,” Teryx’s body snatcher moaned before he dismissed the fantasy. He was still groggy though. He gripped the sheets, intending to deal with them after a nice shower. He sauntered over to the bathroom connected to the master bath, his muscle memory taking him there. Then he flipped on the switch and he paused.

“What?” Teryx felt something very wrong. He couldn’t move. Shock at his own appearance paralyzed him. Then his body moved of its own accord.

“What the fuck?” The man looked at himself in the mirror. “This…what the fuck is going on?”

“What the hell?” Teryx tried to take control of his body, but his muscles only shook in defiance as the foreign presence shook his head, rattling Teryx in his own skull.

“Who was that? What the fuck is going on? Where am I!” The man growled. “This isn’t my place…this ain’t me.”

The man’s eyes went wide, his body feeling completely normal. He felt like this was all normal, but for some reason…he knew this was wrong. He wasn’t a dragon. He was a tiger.

“Just calm down!” Teryx shouted.

“Who was that! Where are you?” The tiger in the dragon’s body snarled, taking a defensive stance that was well practiced. His plumage snapped and crackled with electricity, his horns glowing with power.

“Me,” Teryx spoke, but it wasn’t with his mouth. He was simply a voice in his own head. “The question isn’t who I am, but who the hell are you and what are you doing in my body?”

“I’m Reese,” the tiger snarled. “Now show yourself!”

“Oh my, what the hell happened here,” Teryx snarled. It didn’t’ take long for the drake to figure it out, though, this Reese fellow was in for a very rude awakening.

They were two souls trapped in the same body, and it seemed that Reese was the one behind the driver’s seat.

“Tell me what’s going on now!” Reese demanded.

“I don’t even know where to begin,” Teryx was floored. Before Reese could do or say anything, the dragon’s phone rang. That sound triggered something in Teryx and he felt some control come back over his body as he went to go grab his phone.

“What! Where are you taking me!” Rees snarled, his southern drawl coming out in his rage.

“Just let me handle this for a second,” Teryx felt like he was both in control and one false step from losing it all together. He reached his phone and it read “Fang Calling.” Teryx rolled his eyes and picked it up.

“Hey, so, small little problem on my end here, can I call you back?” Teryx answered.

“Now, I don’t think that would be in yall’s best interest,” a smooth voice purred like thunder over the receiver.

“Wait,” Reese took control again, their body hunching over as though he had tripped into his body. “I know that voice.”

“Oh? That’s where the kitten’s soul went,” the voice was deep and rumbling, powerful yet smooth. “I don’t know what you did with my little curse darlin’, but I’m not a fan.”

“What are you talking about,” Teryx wrested control of his body again, arching back up and rolling his shoulders as he cracked his jaw out of Rees’s scowl.

“Ah, we’re talking to the man o’ the hour,” that voice continued. “So, looks like things have gone sideways and we’re going to need to pivot. If you two are in the same body, the curse was designed to give control to the person possessin’, so why don’t I talk to the big kitten, a’right?”

“That’s my voice!” Reese lunged forward and gripped the phone like he was trying to strangle a man. “What have you done to me!”

“Calm down big guy,” the voice purred. “Lucky for you, I ain’t got no use for your fragile body, and you got yourself something I want. So, how’s about a little tit-for-tat? You bring me that dragon skin suite you’ve bogged yourself down with, and I can give you your body back. Sound like a deal.”

“Dea—”

“NO!” Teryx lurched backward. “Even a verbal contract is binding with a demon.” Teryx put it together just at the last second.

“Oh my, almost had you there,” the demon purred through a cocky chuckle. “Offer stills stands…uh…where’s your wallet…ah! Reese. If you want your body back, come and get on o’er here. And Teryx, I’ll even sweeten the deal.”

“What could you possibly have,” Teryx snarled.

“You’re none too bright are you,” the demon chuckled darkly. “Do you know who’s phone I’m callin’ from?”

There was a brief moment of dead air where Teryx’s ears rang and his heart sank.

“Hey, so you know how I was upset about you using demon magic,” Fang’s voice came over the receiver. “This fucker is saying shit like he’s going to eat my soul. I swear, if I die, I’m going to fucking kill you.”

“Fang!” Teryx lifted the phone to his ear again. “Where are you. Don’t you DARE hurt him!”

“Like I said before,” the demon’s voice was smooth and confident. “My offer still stands, kitten. You come to me and hand over that body, we’ll be golden. And Teryx, you bring the conduit and a deal makin’ mood, and Fang here gets to keep his soul for a little while longer.”

“What the hell! Where are you!” Reese shook his way back into control, the dragon’s mane ruffling as the two souls fought for control.

“The dragon knows where the fox lives. Don’t keep me waiting. If I don’t have that body and curse in-hand within the hour, well, we’ll be having a different kind of communion with the body and soul of a cat and fox. Goes without sayin’ the Church stays out of this too. Now you two get a move on, ya hear!”

A fluttering of notes indicated the call was ended. Half of Teryx’s face was racked with rage, fangs bared, snarls flying, eyes like slits, horn glowing with static and popping. The other was dead still. Any onlooker would think the drake was having a stroke, but in reality Teryx was frozen. He didn’t know what to do.

Teryx let the phone slip form his hand and clatter onto the floor.

“FUCK!” The two roared in very different tones.

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