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"...Can yuh...say it again...?"

"Mar-goa-shee-leo ...Jeez, it's pronounced how it's spelled."

"Ah'm jus' gonna call yuh Margo."

The bull flicked him the bird, noticing that Tuck's truck finally got out of city limits and allowing them to shed out of their mortal disguise to take their amber, demon identity in a burst of red light. He filled out the passenger seat right away, leaving the nearly comatose Todd's eyes to shoot up from the sudden change.

"Wh-whoa whoa, what is this guy!?" The otter retreated towards Tuck, clambering over the gator's thigh and hiding between his legs like he were in a trench at war. The minotaur, now known as Margo, blew a raspberry at Todd.

"I'm your worst wet dream, kid. I'll make you cream yourself as soon as you go to sleep and make you leave yourself dry when you wake up." Margo winked, leaving Todd to hide entirely within Tuck's seat.

"'Ey now, quit scarin' 'em. They're on th' run from th' Grease Angels too."

"Funny way of saying that." Tuck's brow rose up into his hat and he glanced at Margo, whose eyes seemed boredly trained on Todd who continued to try and make himself smaller. But his dick made that impossible.

"What d'yuh mean, funny? They were threatened wit' death from tippin' their bikes, that's more than enuff reason t' tail it from that gang."

"Why're they runnin' from their own crew?" Tuck looked between the road, then Margo, then Todd in his lap before returning his gaze to the lounging minotaur.

"Say that...again...?"

"Why is the squirt running from the Angels if he is one?" And there it was. The bombshell that nearly made Tuck stop driving right then and there before his gaze locked onto Todd. The otter was trying to make himself look tiny at this point.

"Is this true, kid?" He didn't answer, getting Tuck to yank them out from trying to get comfortable between his legs, only for the answer to show itself when that shirt hiked up from the force of his pull. A belly swirling with a white glow resided in the midpoint, making Tuck glare at the boy in his hands in time to catch them whimpering. "You are one o' 'em!"

"I-i'm sorry, okay!? I didn't want to be with them!"

"You wouldn't be with them with a belly like that." Margo was quick to point that out and Tuck nodded with his newfound distaste for Todd. Who cares if he had a dick that looked like it'd satisfy any man of any size? He was affiliated with the enemy, his dick was a baby's thumb now!

"I DIDN'T WANT TO BE WITH THEM!....Their leader ...f-f-f-f.....for....." Todd didn't say anymore, already seeing the disbelief in Margo and Tuck's face before retreating to the floor of the former's seat and curling up there. "F-forget it ...you won't believe me...."

"Uh, damn right. Make sure you leave yourself good stomping fodder if I catch you being of use to them when they start coming for us." Margo made sure to clack his hooves at the diminutive otter and he simply turned away to stare into the wall. "Sheesh, tough crowd. Don't worry, Tuck, I got your back. Always wanted to get into a fight with another demon-my tussles with Hargo aren't really fair."

"Why's that?" Anything that brought them off the topic of Todd being a traitor to their efforts was good enough for the gator.

"He's a hybrid-on-hybrid-on-hybrid type of hybrid. One minute he's a mix of these animals, then the next thing you know he's a snake, or a gorilla, or a dragon, or a gator like you or even a rhino. Still makes for some funny-looking dicks whenever he wakes up from a nap."

"You two sound like a cute couple instead o' brothers."

"Eh, we tried that out when I got old enough. He started getting too busy getting initiated into the demon lord business since our dad was retiring at the time and we just fell off. We still talk to each other-when we're not preoccupied-but we're more or less keeping things platonic. Besides, we can still get laid off mortals so it's no loss. Ass is ass, but pussy is pussy."

Tuck nodded to that. His own ass was something to be desired in comparison to his honey pot. Why try for the back door when the front did everything-hold your nut, let you cream into its depths, and massage you when you're feeling so close yet so far?

"What 'bout muh pussy?"

"Definitely worth fucking over any piece of tail. Hell, that little convo you had with my brother...if you were riding me, I'm pretty sure you would have had me under your ropes even if he wasn't handing you over to me."

"Ah still can't believe it's supposed t' be any special."

"Well you better start believing it. I don't think you're gonna be fighting off any of these guys with your fists..."

Margo's words brought the concern back into Tuck's stomach, making him eye the road ahead as his truck drove on. Their chat seemed to fall off now that the situation was brought up, and not even questioning Todd would seem like a means to pass the time, so for a while there was nothing but hot yet setting sun and listening to the radio crackle whenever Tuck tried to see if his boss was trying to call him.

Things didn't start looking dire until Tuck felt a pull on his clit.

He thought it was Margo being sneaky with his demon powers so the gator glanced towards them, but he didn't see anything out of place from the minotaur so he ignored it. But then it happened again, and Tuck looked down to see his clit swollen to its full size. Strange, he hadn't been thinking of being hor-

He felt something drill into his snatch, nothing too big but the sensation around his love button compensated for the lackluster penetration. He tried to yell out, but felt his mouth was barely able to open from something invisible keeping it shut, though he tried to use his hands and found them stuck on the wheel.

Tuck screamed as best as he could against his muzzle, getting louder as he noticed a pair of white eyes glaring at him from between his legs. He felt his clit start quivering and his pussy lips start readying up a climax. But a rather uneasy feeling in his gut made him think that cumming from anything that he didn't want would be a bad idea...

Just when he thought that it'd be over as soon as it started, Todd suddenly leaned over from his place under Margo's feet, grabbing at something above the pupils seemingly floating in the air around Tuck's pussy and pulling his hand into the waning light. Immediately, Tuck's mouth and arms were released in time to see a chameleon colored in a full pale white materialize in the otter's hands and bring back their black tongue.

"Holy shit, you're disgusting." Margo pitched in his two cents, only to crack open the passenger window and yanked the intruder from the otter to fling them out of the cabin. Their departing screech was fleeting, but it meant that the fight was about to begin soon.

Tuck's heart was pounding; Todd retreated back to his hiding hole, Margo sat up straight in his seat as the road ahead suddenly seemed harder to look at. The sunlight seemed to...kick up in the horizon and make things blinding. And then a thick scent wafted into the truck from the window...

"Is that...?" Margo started, but Tuck finished it for him in a foreboding tone.

"Grease...."

The sounds of a motorcycle speeding down the road shocked them out of their stupor, Tuck looking at his side view mirror just in time to see it bludgeoned off by a closing-in assailant. The gator heard the same thing happen to the other side and knew the Angels were trying to limit their perception of how many were after them. Tuck felt his pussy clench up in fear, because this was-for the second time in his life-the world seeming genuinely prepared to make him feel terror.

"Bogey on your side!" Todd suddenly yelled out from the floor, his stomach glowing like a lantern light from where he was lying. Right on cue, Tuck heard the sound of someone climbing up to his window and saw them jump up to his door.

It was a ferret, but his pale visage made him look like a ghost that had been through war with all the scars and lacerations adorning their biker-clad body. Didn't help that there were no pupils in those white graveyards for eyes they had, Tuck getting startled when they hammered their fists into the glass. There was a crack and Tuck dared to open the window a tad so he could speak clearly.

"Sorry, Ah'm occupied! Find yer own damn truck!" The ferret kept up, fault lines growing alone the window like ice breaking above a freezing lake, only to suddenly stop and brandish a gnarly claw at Tuck. They held it up for a good minute before reaching down, the gator staring in confusion only to see the lock on his door slowly come out from its secured state. He jammed a finger in there, just in time to see the passenger side window get bashed open and glass shards flying everywhere. Tuck was a big boy, so he didn't get cut, but he didn't know about Margo nor Todd while he was busy driving and keeping them out.

He caught wind of the minotaur struggling and chanced a glance towards them only to see them go slipping out of the window. Todd crawled up now that they weren't blocking the way with their hooves and quickly used his large shirt to act like a cover for the time being while brushing the glass to the floor that he left. The two of them exchanged looks, the otter nodding to the gator in a manner of respect before taking Margo's seat ready to do what he can. Tuck knew it'd be pretty hard to forgive and forget with how ready he looked to throw them out, so he nodded back and went back to looking at the road. Which was now almost bright enough to burn his retinas if not for his hat blocking most of it out.

He heard feet above his side of the cabin, wondering just how in the hell anyone managed to climb up there without falling back off since the gator's foot was flooring the pedal to speed up away from his chasers, but then he saw the ferret looking ready to break in through the window get punched in the head and shot down out of sight.

The red-furred fist only meant one person.

"Margo! Yer alive!" Tuck's happiness that his friend wasn't gone just like that was tremendous, even though he was pretty sure a demon wouldn't just cease to exist being thrown out onto the interstate.

"And still kicking ass! Listen up, that light is Gryms' real bike, so keep your eyes on the road but don't look directly at it! I'll try to keep any bogeys off the cabin until we can get past it!" At the mention of the light, Tuck glanced back at Todd, only to see them shielding their face with their arms since despite their height only allowing them to see the bottom of the windshield the light was still on them. So Tuck offered a better solution-his lap.

The sudden regained trust definitely got the gator a look of appreciation from the otter before he sunk himself into that belly, but not feeling them sink their way into his honey pot was to be expected. That'd be a big jump and it's probably a bad time to try and fuck when there were demons hunting them both.

Tuck felt his stomach churn in agony, making him growl from the pain and nearly turn the truck off-road trying to soothe it with his hand. Todd joined in with both hands and his face, and it seemed to work for a bit.

"Keep 'er steady for me, big guy! I can't-*bbooooow*-fight these guys off if you're swerving like that." That blow was loud enough to make both gator and otter flinch, and when the former saw a naga get flung off the roof of the cabin he was grateful for Margo's assistance.

"Sorry 'bout that! Muh gut's gettin' real antsy down in 'ere!"

"That's Hargo fighting off Gryms' influence. Let it hurt!" Definitely not what Tuck would have expected as an answer to the pain, but he was glad that there wasn't just one demon trying to help him here. He'll have to ask how the chimera was doing it whenever this was over, so for now he let his stomach keep at its rather discomforting pace.

Then, a shadow cast itself into the light, splitting it into two but allowing Tuck to look forth and see the bull staring him down from ahead. Gone was that simple, ebony visage; now, the bull was a hulking ten feet even with his horns looking like they could gore a stack of Todd-sized folks like a kebab, white fur making him look like an intimidating spirit vengeful for getting back at the people that killed him, and white eyes now carrying red slits for pupils instead of everything blank.

"Last chance to give up, meat." His voice was a lot worse now that he wasn't hiding anymore, both Tuck and Todd feeling their guts writhe around like they ate a bunch of eels while they were live. "Both of you know I'll have you one way or another, so I better see you come quietly or I'll make your souls beg for me to kill you."

Tuck felt his truck slow down despite him being nearly full on gas, realizing that there was a counterweight pushing down on the back of his carriage and making his tires squeal like pigs being lined up for slaughter. Margo suddenly brought his head down from above, shaking his head furiously at the gator with Todd's pained face joining in. He knew why they were doing that.

His eyes in the rear view mirror was flashing both white and red.

It seemed Grymslow had the power to convert others without the need for sex and Tuck could feel the demon bull worming his way into his head to try and force him to say yes. And for a moment, things looked really grim for the gator as his mouth opened.

Only for Todd to reach up and shut it.

"Hmph. Feeble little rat. I knew I should have killed you when I saw you walk into my diner, but I had to show mercy to one mortal and gave you the chance to join my crew. And now look at what you do...turn your back on me to help your replacement...." That booming voice seemed to hit home harder for the otter than it did for Tuck, because their arms began to give as their body slowly turned white. Claws began to grow from their blunt nails, mud-brown fur turning into a sickly pale view that looked bleached rather than the pure white that Grymslow was sporting. Todd whimpered as the changes reached his face, his muzzle being forced to elongate while fangs filled it out. A few peeked out from inside, making him look more like a baby sabertooth tiger that took a dunk in the wrong tub until his rudder tail grew out into a thick, flayed out goat's.

They opened their eyes, showing Tuck their completely whited-out irises and lack of pupils. Grymslow laughed from outside, as if mocking both of them for being so resilient against his forces.

"Now release the gator and let him join my crew officially, you sniveling worm." Tuck...felt a tear come out of his eye as he stared down at Todd, pouring everything he could in his contesting oculars to tell them not to do it since his mouth was just a slip from betraying him to Grym. He could feel their grip slacken, making his heart pound up to his throat as he could feel his lower jaw start readying the words.

And then ...Todd shoved it back up.

"Margo, get in here and keep him still!" The demon otter's voice was garbled from control and forced will, so the minotaur sprang into action by clambering around to the broken window to get back inside. Right away, he felt glass cut into his thighs and asscheeks but he ignored the meaningless pain in favor of holding Tuck's mouth closed, just in time for Todd to breathe onto those lips and a cold breeze erupting from the gesture making the gator shudder.

Ice muzzle.

"Whoa, good thinking!"

"Not over yet..." Indeed, the muted gator could tell Grymslow wouldn't take that sitting down. And looking up to the giant bull brought Tuck's attention to them getting on their bike, which after they pulled it to the side let the gator gaze in horror at it.

It was made...of bodies...Distinctly scaley ones that had a very similar pattern to his own body shape that made him want to puke. But, remembering that he had his mouth shut by a last-ditch effort, he gulped it back as best he could.

"Last chance, gator. Give up that pussy and join me in taking over Hell and this dirt ball of a planet, or be the first I conquer when I do it all myself."

Tuck glared out at them with his red and white eyes, flashing them the bird just in time for Todd to suddenly kick the brakes down and bring the truck to an official stop. The second the big haul came to a halt, whatever had been holding it from speeding off past Grym was thrown forth from the back of the carriage and onto the ground in front of the cabin. Tuck didn't get a chance to see what it was, for Todd let go of the brake and they shot off from their stationary position and "rocked" when they got past the parked bull made of light.

"And that's how...you get revenge ...Fucker held me down when that asshole did me in." Todd's new voice was definitely gonna take some getting used to, and for a minute Tuck wondered if they were gonna be stuck like this for a while as they finally started making progress towards home again.

Then, the world around them began to quake as if they were driving right over a fissure on the road, a loud tire screeching nearly deafening for the three of them as it sounded off from behind the truck. Margo poked his head out the window after punching out the remaining shards of glass.

"Holy....shit....DRIVE, TUCK! THAT BULL'S GONNA CRUSH US WITH HIS GIANT-ASS BIKE!" Tuck didn't even know if his big girl would even go that fast but Todd was already cramming his feet against his own foot to make that pedal nearly snap in two keeping the gas guzzling. Another quake rocked the truck, the sound of something clanking faint with the resulting screech muting out any other sound.

The truck suddenly dipped on the right sight and Margo looked back out to check.

"He took out a tire! Keep going, I'll see if I can yoink a spare from his cronies!" For a minute, Tuck thought that the minotaur was gonna go flying out the window the second he started climbing out, but then Todd threw something onto the hybrid's bleeding ass that looked like webbing. They turned back only to see the otter holding the other end with the strand coming out of his mouth, so they flashed a thumbs up before getting a move on. Tuck was glad they were back to working together to keep him safe...

The truck whizzed past the Angels' diner, seeing it devoid of vehicles of any sort and making him wonder if him parking in the space had let him slip into the plane where it was populated by the bikers and felt that probably would explain the lack of a low-rider anywhere in the lot nor on the off-road as Tuck looked around. He saw that spotlight shining from behind his big girl, knowing that Grymslow was hot on his ass like a branding iron, but he kept a little hope in his conflicting heart as he knew that from here on out it was a matter of reaching Hargo.

Then, two cycles roared out from the dirt off-road and blazed onto the asphalt ahead, Tuck seeing the back wheels of the cyclists' generating a white fire on the street and leaving him confused until he heard Todd speak in strained garble tongue thanks to his mouth being full.

"Don't...let...the flames....touch your tires...." That would have been a simple task if they weren't breaking a hundred miles per hour and not wobbling from the acceleration necessary to keep the speed up and a missing tire, but Tuck tried his best not to get side-winded by these two combatants. He saw movement in the corner of his eye and saw Todd pulling his webbing back, and soon he felt his truck pick up even more speed as it aligned itself with the road again. Margo was successful. But then, Todd's strand began to pull against him and before he could stop it, it shot out of his maw and out the window. He froze, looking back up to Tuck in fear despite his blank irises and the gator joined him in thinking that Margo was gone from the action again.

But then the end of the webbing that had been in Todd's mouth swung around to the windshield in the middle and began to wind around just as another crashing impact rocked the side of the truck rather than the back.

"...ooooolyyyyy SHIIIIIIIIT, THIS IS AWESOOOOOOOOOME!" Margo swung into view, bringing relief to the ailed Tuck and Todd, the two of them watching the minotaur launch himself towards the roof before he hit the asphalt and hearing those hooves land on the roof again. "IF THIS WASN'T SO DANGEROUS I'D DO THIS EVERY TIME I WENT OUT ON THE ROAD!"

"SILENCE, WHELP!" Grymslow's voice was thunderous now, making Tuck's head hurt even when he tried to cover his head and Todd suddenly going limp against his leg doing the same.

"FUCK OFF, YOU DAMN CREEP! WHY DON'T YOU GO SUCK SOME DICK BIG ENOUGH FOR YOUR DONUT!?"

"I'M GONNA ENJOY MAKING YOU SUFFER IN FRONT OF YOUR BROTHER!" At the fleeting mention of Hargolem, Tuck looked out towards the road and saw ...a sign.

The sign for Gnawer Town and the truck stop that brought him to the chimera's diner. And right there below it was the well-dressed gator himself.

Tuck suddenly had a fearful thought that maybe they were sleeping with their head hanging low like that, but soon they came up to let out a screeching roar that made the gator glad he still had his ears covered up. He saw that hat, blazer and cane get thrown out of sight and mind and watched in amazement as Hargo went from being shorter than Tuck to suddenly giant and red all over. This must be what Hargo looked like when he was completely going all-out...and probably what Grymslow looked like from his bike. The truck went right through Hargo's legs, and with a carriage docked in the back Tuck could only watch from out of his window to see what happened.

He heard a great roar then the sound of a tire screeching being muffled out by his thick hands, seeing the spotlight that had been hanging over the road ahead spin out of sight several times before being snuffed out. Then, Tuck felt his heart pang as he heard Hargo shout out in obvious pain.

"Drive!" Margo peeked his head down from the roof, having obvious been watching the whole scene from above and looking angrier than he did when Todd was revealed to be a Grease Angel.

Tuck couldn't speak but his eyes filled up with several "Why"'s that the minotaur shook his head at.

"We'll get through this, just drive dammit!" Saddened, Tuck felt a tear fall out of the eye that was red as he heard Hargo screech again...

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"That fucking gator...He's gonna be so sorry when he gets here...." The billy goat, Mr. Wrich according to the name tag on his vest, was pacing around the front gate to the truck lot where truckers collected their vehicles full of goods to be delivered before heading out into the interstates and highways to send them to the goat's networked associates. Though, after having to lay off one person tonight he was too livid to think of giving anyone mercy.

The sun had set long ago, bringing the street lights on and making the goat's pacing seem even more ominous to any bystander. The rut he had made with his feet was just about to make Wrich trip, however, before he saw a truck pull up onto the street where the lot was located and the caprine rubbed his hands together. Oh yeah, time to finally get rid of this no-good gator.

Mr. Wrich waited for Tuck to park his truck in its designated space, stomping right over getting ready to shut down any excuse from the nymphomanic gator, only to pause as he wasn't the only one to leave.

"What in the...." There was Tuck, but he looked like he just got out of a rave with his glowing gut flashing like a red light in a photography room and his eyes shimmering with his left a blank white and his right a deep red.

"What the fuck!?" The billy goat was in shock, for Tuck walked past him without a word and revealed an otter. But they didn't look the least normal; not with their sharp fangs looking ready to eat into a carcass; not with their all-white body making them look like a horror movie monster that was killed by the main characters but got reincarnated as a ghost of its former self that stalked them for revenge; and definitely not with those white eyes glaring at Mr. Wrich as they walked past.

"What the fu-" He was cut off from cursing again by a minotaur that looked taller than Tuck who yanked him off of his feet and brought him to their face. They looked like they had just seen a chick flick that bombed too hard to just pass off as goofy and unoriginal and they snorted in the goat's face once they were matched in level.

"Look old man, we've been through enough shit for today and I don't wanna hear that you're gonna make things worse by firing Tuck over there. He just lost a friend today-my brother-and he'd like to have some time to get over the loss." The red minotaur sounded delusional. Since when is Tuck of all people sad about someone that wasn't sex-related in any way?

"Now you listen here, you overgrown freak show. Rules are rules and he's broken enough! So let me go and let me deal with my employee, please." Though the big guy didn't let him go as demanded and when the goat realized this he began to struggle anyway.

"Pass. I think I know just how to deal with you. Todd, take Tuck home and make sure he stays safe tonight. We need to think over this and come up with a plan, but I gotta deal with this jackass." The demented-looking otter nodded and patted the forlorn gator into walking off with them, getting Mr. Wrich to struggle harder watching them leave.

"H-hey! Get back here, Tucker! You're not off the hook just like th-" The goat was cut off from speaking again by the minotaur's hand wringing his neck, leaving the old man's eyes bulging wide as the air was sucked out of him in an instant.

"Shut. Up. Or I'll make this harder for the both of us than it'll be for me..."

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Tuck had a custom SUV built for his build to drive home once he and Todd got out of the lot, the otter deciding to hide himself into a bundle of a blanket that Tuck used for a camping trip once upon a time. It definitely helped get him inside without much of a hassle once they reached his house in a neighborhood some fair way away from downtown, and only when they found his bedroom did the otter take it off.

"Listen...Tuck.."

"It's fine...." The otter stopped, trying to find the words he wants to speak but feeling that they were all gonna jump back to what he was sure the gator was trying not to bring up.

"No...it's not." Tuck turned back to the otter standing at his doorway, arms crossed and looking up with determination. "I know things looked bleak back there ...but I know that guy won't give out that easily."

"Ah dunno..."

"Trust me ...And if not, trust his brother....We'll all make it out of this ...I promise." Todd's voice sounded a lot softer now that he wasn't fighting to keep his own body sane from Grymslow's control and for a bit it sounded adorable in Tuck's mind. But he was too downtrodden to really compliment it and only sighed before taking a bouncy seat onto his bed. It reeked of pussy juice in here but neither gator nor demon otter acted upon the pheromones in the air.

"...Okay ...I trust yuh ...but what're yuh gonna do if that bull...comes fer yuh again?"

"What I have to...to make sure you stay your true self..." Todd came up to the bed, patting Tuck's inner thigh in support. "It may be too late for me to truly turn my back on the Angels, but a change of heart is easy when you never wanted a part of them in the first place."

"That works, huh?" Tuck's never heard of that before-going against the brand you're affiliated with while still showing that brand's colors around like a number-one fanboy.

"It hurts like hell but it works. Listen, you get some sleep, I'll lock this place down and keep watch. I don't need sleep." The gator was about to ask them if they were gonna need some sleep and if they should take turns, but that last bit cut him off more than the demon otter's departure did. So Tuck laid back on his bed and let his upper body get bathed in moonlight.

Today ...was something ...and all he could think of was hope Hargo was okay.

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"You've fucked up now." Grymslow sent his leg flying forward towards a heap on the ground in front of him, sending it towards what appeared to be the Grease Hog but dimly lit rather than the blazing fire it was hours ago. The heap unfurled, revealing to be Hargolem, but he looked like he had put into a fight club, walked out unscatched but then told someone about said fight club and paid the price.

"Put a sock in it, fleabag..." His rebuttal was about as weak as the tone he uttered it with, blood spitting out from his swollen maw as he laid on the ground. The bully wouldn't have any of it, stomping into his gut and making his screech of pain lethargic from the extensive beating he's endured to this point.

"Watch your tone, meat. Thanks to you, I just missed out on the pussy that woulda helped us take over...Helped us make Earth the new Hell...And now you gotta pay..."

"Nothing...y-you can say...will make me cave into your foolish goals..."

"...You're right." The bull's words threw off the pained chimera, making him look up to the angelic-colored bovine standing over him until he saw them drop down and pin his broken arms around his head. "Why speak when I can do instead...~?"