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Tuck woke up thinking the world had fixed itself upon his first yawn, but the second he felt around for his hat and felt something smooth on the rim he froze and sighed, dejected. He really wish he didn't get that reminder, but what can he do? Treat it like it didn't matter to him?

It mattered tons to him.

So as he worked his way up from being laid out on the car seat like a dead body, he came to a simple "Draw me like one of your French girls" position and stayed that way. His squirming around alerted Todd in the passenger seat and he looked to the driver.

"He's up Margo, you can close the windows now."

"Good", the uncloaked minotaur quickly shut the passenger side window with a click of a button, "was getting tired of letting all that pussy funk out. Felt like we were making sure they knew we were leaving."

"Better this than Tuck's truck-the Angels would have definitely caught us the second we tried to leave in that monster of a beacon."

"And that's not counting the damages..." Tuck let them chat away, finding it heartwarming that they were still willing to be a team despite their obvious difference. One was of fire, with a red ember ablaze on their head and one was of ice, though with a white ember on their head. Yet them putting aside differences was better than any soap opera that dared find its way onto the trucker radio channels. The gator eventually yawned again and looked up as best he could without making anyone looking at the car look towards where he was.

"So where we headed, boys? Think sleepin' took th' plan outta muh head...." At that, Tuck scratched his, only to come up short on trying to get the groggy feeling out.

"We're heading for the Grease Pests. Lowest level on the list but they're about as good as finding out what happens among the other diners as a professional spy. If they don't help us find out if Hargo makes it, then we'll keep checking with everyone else. No way Gryms would keep himself on the downlow for this long."

Margo sounded determined to find out what happened to his brother, and Tuck nor Todd could blame them. Those two were blood family and having one missing-in-action with no word on his whereabouts was about as foreboding as it got. Who knows what that bull's doing to the chimera, and thinking of plausible scenarios left a bad taste in Tuck's mouth. But he refrained from spitting as the midday sun began to quite literally bake his pussy. And the resulting increase in the smell it naturally gave off grew noticeable to the two up front.

"Hey, I can't drive with a boner. Quit smelling so good!" Todd looked back and saw the conundrum, though he only spat out some cold webs to lay over Tuck's cunny. The gator gave him a noise of approval before the demon otter went back to sitting in the passenger seat. It always struck Tuck that he's never seen Todd try and turn back to his normal skin, but then again so hasn't Margo and it's only been two, maybe three days since that truck ride. Thinking back on it made his stomach churn, but to his misfortune it didn't hurt as much as he reached up to rub around the spot it was hurting.

"I'm sure he'll pull through, big guy." The otter decided to just get out of the sun by tucking himself away in the back with Tuck. Margo snorted but didn't say anything. "Think the fact that he has you under his wing proves such."

Tuck nodded. "Yeah, he sure did. But then again, he told me had muh honey pot not gave up as he did, Ah'd be calling th' shots fer Grease Hogs. An' Ah ain't th' leadin' type, yuh see."

"Don't sweat it so hard. Even if you two were evenly matched, that's no reason to not have faith in him. I'm certain he'd want you to keep fighting on for him. Like Margo. It's only right to have faith in your demon lord."

"And what's keeping you from doing the same for yours?" It seems mentioning the demon minotaur up front made sure he stayed in a shorter temper than normal. Todd didn't let it faze him though.

"Because like I told you guys, I got forced into it from then to now. Never liked being an Angel, never will with how it's ran."

"Enlighten us, pipsqueak. How is it ran? Do you guys go spouting about the Anti-Christ and how he'll make Hell a better place in the long run like mortals believing in Jesus coming back to Earth to spread miracles until he gets crucified again?"

The otter made sure he wasn't gonna slide off of Tuck's sweaty belly before replying. "If you must know, the Angels run things like a cult, not a church."

"No difference between either of those."

"Besides the point. Basically, new recruits weren't just taken in willy-nilly. Someone had to die so you'd take their place-whether you were strong or weak, old or young. If they didn't die, you would have your soul ripped out and your body would just be a trophy for Grymslow's wall."

Tuck shuddered at the thought of Todd being hung up like some bear's head, and then it came back stronger when he thought of Hargo being left the same way. "How'd yuh get outta that if yuh got initiated an' whatnot?"

"I dunno."

"Course you don't", Margo cut in, "because how would the little guy know how he escaped one of the most psychotic demon lords of Hell on a whim and got rescued by a passerby who just so happened to be under some other demon lord?"

"If you could let me finish, Margo...." The otter sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I dunno how I got out. One day, I came to after getting force-fed a heart attack by the Angels' chef and saw everything was blurry. Then they started making fun of me being bottomless but not bothering to just be full-on nude when I'm disguised and....It just...got under my skin..."

"Yeah, yuh told me 'bout that. That's why yuh tipped their bikes o'er right?" Tuck was given a nod for his deduction.

"Mhm. The diner doors weren't blocked off by some huge hulking fella that didn't close his legs the second I made a mad dash for it, so I did what I could and took off into the nearest safe place. Which wasn't my car since they had it surrounded with bikes."

Margo snorted, as if that story was about as undignifying as being told by a priest that his chances of being a demon lord were lower than his ball sack between his legs. "So luck then. They were so busy laughing their asses off at you that you managed to escape their Hell-scape back into the real world and make them mad on your way out."

"Uh...pretty much?" Todd wasn't really sure where he was supposed to go with that.

"So lemme ask this. What's stopping you from going back? You sure as hell ain't make an effort to hide yourself like I do when we were moving out from the city and you stick out like a damn sore thumb when you're not trying to turn yourself into a blanket burrito."

"I already told you that I got forced into being an Angel. That means, I didn't want to be an Angel when he offered, I didn't want to be an Angel when he got busy making me an Angel and I still don't want to be an Angel to this day. But I'm stuck like this, so I have to live with it!"

"What do you mean 'stuck'?"

"I can't turn back to normal. He forced me to turn, I didn't have a choice or say on the matter. Tuck saw it. Damn asshole left me feeling like I was just his little torture doll until I basically told him to kiss my ass. Now will you stop treating me like I'm just some backstabber? I'm an otter, not a weasel!"

Things were getting heated between the two of them, and thus the reminder that they still weren't completely over being of opposing factions rang into Tuck like a belly.

"Yuh know ...If I'm supposed t' be a Grease Hog, how come Ah ain't red like you, Margo?"

The minotaur didn't wanna look away from the road in case of speed wobbles, so he flicked the rear view mirror down to Tuck instead. "That's the reason why we're doing our damn best to make sure Grymslow doesn't get his hands on you. The last time there was pussy like yours going around Hell, there used to just be four levels that weren't a combination of others. Things were a little too hectic having a demon lord that ruled three at the same time, but that was until Satan himself stepped in and snuffed the whole thing out."

Tuck gulped. Here he thought Hell was run by the demon lords and that their cronies were a combination of damned souls and innocent ones that they corrupted with their antics. To think that there's an even bigger boss than the likes of Grymslow and whoever runs the seventh....

"If big boy 'imself snuffed it out, how come yuh still know it happened?"

"Hargo told me the story. Since he was one of the lucky ones that didn't get caught up in that mess. Grymslow was, which is saying something with how powerful he is, but I'm pretty sure that was just a rumor that Hargo wanted to start to have some fun among the demon lords."

Thinking of that jolly chimera's smile made Tuck smile, and it seemed to catch onto Todd because he smiled too. Margo wasn't amused though. "Fuck y'all smiling about?"

"Jus'....you an' Hargo laughin' yer asses off thinkin' o' Gryms bein' somebody's playthin' instead o' how he is now...." Tuck wasn't sure if thinking about plausible situations was a good thing, but the imagery seemed to work since Margo eased up.

"Well ...we definitely did laugh. Think we had the diner cracking up for a good ten minutes until we finally started calming down. One of the few times we both weren't too busy to be in the same space as each other and didn't have to worry about getting called away ...I miss those times ..."

"You won't miss 'em", Todd started, "because they're not ending. We're going to get him back. And that's the end of that."

"....Tsk. You talk so big for a little guy." Tuck could sense Margo trying not to smile, so he went slack and just enjoyed the car ride. That is, until he felt some buzzing around his clit.

"What is that...?" He tried to nudge it with his arm but his finger popping was just barely out of reach for whatever was doing it. The buzzing got stronger, as if being empowered by being noticed, and Tuck felt his walls clench once and splash juices all over the door at his legs. At this, both of the exposed demons turned to him.

"Horny already, tubby?" Margo looked back from the driver's seat to check up on the gator.

"Naw, it's ...somethin'...at muh love button ...Fiddlin' wit'out touchin' me..." The more Tuck spoke about it, the more powerful the vibrations of the buzzing got and soon he was squirting a lot more and a lot more frequently. Todd tried to look around for what he was talking about and he held back a snicker.

"Sheesh, I've heard of being horny for insect manlets, but you're getting aroused by a moth?" The otter's words didn't get any concurring laughter from Margo, who brought the car to a screeching halt and turned back to the two of them.

"Hold that orgasm, big guy. He's tryna turn you." The buzzing calmed down but remained, leaving Tuck able to do just that-since he was moments from losing it. The minotaur suddenly let out a flame from his snout, catching it into his palm and prepping to throw it towards the gator's cunny. Of course, Tuck was quick to reflexively clench his pussy from getting burnt. "Hold still, tryna make him show himself."

"What're yuh plannin' on doin' wit' that fire there?" The trucker-turned-carrier-weight was getting a bit nervous since Margo didn't answer right away. "M-margo...?"

Then the minotaur threw it and Tuck screamed out as he waited for the pain of burnt coochie to register in his head ...but it...didn't come.

"AHHH!" He heard that high-pitched scream come from between his legs, the buzzing going completely away and letting him relax from being attacked in such a manner as whatever made that noise began to whizz around with Margo's fire on them.

"It may not hurt much but unless you wanna get treated like fresh roadkill, you better get out here and talk." The minotaur's threat was genuine, for he had more fire to dish out that thankfully won't be aimed near Tuck's sensitive bits anymore-he hoped. The flying ember of sorrow suddenly stopped in place, buzzing suddenly getting louder and louder to a point where it sounded like there were crickets in one's ears playing a heavy metal song and Tuck covered his ears from the pain. After maybe a minute of waiting, Todd nudged his underarm and he took in his surroundings.

Now in the passenger seat, looking like he just barely avoided getting smacked by a truck windshield was a moth. The only way one could tell they were a demon were the horns; they weren't any abnormal color all-over, didn't have goat legs and they didn't have a fire on their heads. And after Tuck got done looking them over, he realized they had their eyes on him and he felt a shudder ride up his spine from how unwavering it was.

"Well, I didn't think the boss of the Pests would be out trying to stake his claim on the first pussy he can come across but I shouldn't be surprised. Chances of you getting laid as you are now are slimmer that the gator's gut." Margo's mocking words got the moth to turn to him and they glared as best as their expressionism could allow.

"Sheesh, didn't know Hargo's brother was an egomaniac. First you burn me then you try to step on my nuts with that. Maybe you should try talking about your compensation going on down there, think I'd miss that?"

"Got you to stare at my balls."

"Fuck off."

"How 'bout you fuck on somewhere?" Their bickering seemed to be getting a bit heated and Tuck held his breath, but color his surprise when the moth just leaped into Margo's lap and they started making out like they were talking dirty to each other. They were really deep into the kiss too from what he could hear from behind the driver's seat so he had to wait until they pulled away.

"Mmmm...You're an ass but you're a hot ass..."

"And you're a hot piece of ass. What's the difference?"

"The fact that mine is tight?"

"Maybe if you quit tryna chase the first tail you can find on the road and just summoned me like I taught you, you'd be loose." Margo let them go but Tuck could see the moth demon was aroused from the way their prehensile erection bounced around between their legs.

"If I start calling you more often, my boys'll start asking me to bring you around. And I told them you told me you do more than get called around like a door-to-door gigolo."

"Doesn't hurt to try. I'm not knocking up pussy every second of the day."

"And if you're not doing that, you're palling around with Hargo. Speaking of which, where's he and why do you have a Grease Angel and a fat Grease Hog in your ride?" The onslaught of questions got the three of them looking at the insect, who looked between them rapidly as if not having time for an answer.

"That's ...why I came around. I need a favor..."

"Margo, I thought you'd use that for something more important. A foursome is cool and all but I'm not comf-"

"It's not a sex favor. Pretty sure you'd break in half taking the otter before you took me. No, I'm here to ask if you can do some snooping." The demon moth seemed to perk up with interest at that, leaning in towards Margo as if he were gonna kiss him again.

"Snooping around, hmm? You know I love being able to catch stuff that people don't expect. Where am I going?"

"Grease Angels' diner." And that interest immediately faded away.

"Uh, no. Last time I tried peeking in on Gryms, he had bug zappers in front of all the windows. I only got out the dirty way and let me tell you, that shit was horrifying."

"It's for Hargo, man. Please? I can't go another night without knowing what's happened with my brother since he got into it with Grymslow."

"What the fuck did you do?" At this, Margo pointed back at Tuck, who nervously waved when the moth's stare seemed a lot more intense than it did a minute ago.

"The bull was trying to get him and Hargo cut him off so we could lay low. But he hasn't been in his diner for the last few days and it's eating me alive."

"With you two's history, I'm surprised you haven't gone and hulked out at their diner to get him back."

"Believe me, I wish I could do that without being crushed like roadkill by that bull's fucking bike."

"But isn't he getting it repaired?" At this, Margo leaned up to the moth and his glare narrowed to slits.

"Where you hear that?"

"My uh...boys were doing recon 'round the Grease Wolves and they were talking about how Gryms' bike got totalled in a wipeout and it's being fixed."

"So that's why he hasn't been after us. He isn't biding his time, he's just waiting so he can come back after us."

"Why would he be hunting you, Margo?"

"Big boy in the back." All eyes on Tuck again, so cue the blushing gator. "That pussy you were so quick to try and get a piece of ain't normal. First time he met my brother with it, he tamed the whole diner and nearly got him too."

At this, the moth did their best impression of a shocked gasp as they stared towards Tuck's legs. "You mean this mortal's the...."

"The next big pussy, yeah...."

The demon moth seemed to contemplate this deeply, for he began to stroke his horns like one would scratch their head in thought. They remained silent for a bit, looking between Tuck and Todd, until they cleared their throat. "Well...as much as I would love to see if this guy could just be left to roam around Hell, I'm not keen on losing out on bein' a demon lord anytime soon. I'll have some boys of mine buzz around the Angels' diner and have them report to me if they get anything on Grymslow or Hargolem. Best I can do."

"You're the bug, Jestov." Margo hugged them again, though they didn't share a kiss this time, and after he let go the moth adjusted himself.

"And since we're even after this, I expect you to come around later when I call you. I'm not letting you get away with grabbing my ass that easily." At that, Margo went ahead and slapped it, leaving them to yelp and him to smirk. "Ass..."

"I'm your favorite ass, don't forget that." Jestov scoffed then stared to Tuck.

"And you. You better be putting that pussy of yours to good use. You may be under Hargo but that doesn't mean you can't go making other folks bend to your whim. Lot more to taming than just some raw stamina."

"Aye aye...." The moth nodded and soon he shrunk back down to that tiny flea-sized form of his before slipping out through the ventilation of the car. Margo gave it a bit before he began to drive again.

"So....", Todd felt that maybe now was a good time to cut in since he hadn't been any form of attention except in mention, "is that all we had to do to make sure we can find out if we can rescue him?"

Margo shook his head. "Nope ...We gotta make sure Gryms ain't trying to make other demon lords keep an eye out for Tuck either. If the Wolves know about his bike, then they're a no-go."

At that, Todd shuddered and Tuck felt it run through him as a tingle that made his cunny squirt a bit. "So then we gotta...."

"Yeah. The Grease Queens."

The bombshell seemed to make Todd want to shirk away and shrink down like Jestov did before he left, so the gator was left wondering what the hub-bub was about. "Grease Queens?"

"The top, before Satan himself. Only ones who can make Gryms act like Todd as he is now."

"Hey!" The otter shouted in objection from the backseat's floor.

"Don't act stiff. You're making the comparison accurate. But yeah, they make him look soft. Don't think any mortal that's been in their diner's ever made it out without being one of them, and anyone that hasn't is either fresh souls or fresh meat for their pets."

"'Pets'...?" Tuck had a feeling they weren't the folks that had cutesy guys like dogs and rabbits.

"They have Cerberus just about everywhere in their diner. Place is huge just so they can all roam around inside the Hell-scape. Anyway, we need them to not be in cahoots with Grymslow so we can have an easier time getting Hargo back. If they are, then we might as well think about making a replacement for him...." The way Margo gripped the wheel with his brute strength made Tuck glad he's never personally gotten under the minotaur's skin.

"They mus' be nice dudes...." At this, both Margo and Todd looked up at Tuck like he was crazy and he clarified. "What? Y'all've heard o' size queens, right?"

Todd shook his head. "No no, it's actual queens. As in, ladies."

"Wait, there can be lady demon lords?"

"Doesn't matter what you identify as when you get inducted, so long as you can run it without it going to shit. After all, if you coulda been a demon lord, then what does that tell you about the ones you don't know yet?"

"That...Ah shouldn't expect normal stuff when meetin' these folks?"

"Well yeah, but...I was getting at not assuming everyone that runs a level of Hell is a guy. Like I've met retired ones that got what you got going on, or your complete opposite. Think second level's still a herm unless they got replaced." Margo's explanation was starting to make sense in the gator. And it brought up Jestov's words.

"Lot more to taming than just raw stamina..." So he can't just expect everyone to be some overly hung fuzzball of Hell with a libido that'd make the Pope shart himself in public? That makes things complicated, because had they not been other genders then it'd be easier to win them over to their favor with his pussy. Tuck was so lost in thought that he didn't even notice they were in a city until Todd covered himself up in a blanket and the driver seat wasn't glowing red anymore.

"Keep your head down, big guy. And your legs closed. Think this is Gromer or some place, all I know is everyone here's about as huge as Todd." And now everything was a challenge. Tuck fought tooth and nail not to just break the window at his feet so it stayed permanently down so he could fire pussy juice at the streets as his mind played back all those rounds he had with Sam. That fennec was too much fun even when he was hyped up on the full moon's hold on his libido.

"Wh-when can Ah look up...?" Tuck was worried he might do it anyway, but he was trying to put every once of faith he had in Margo's driving to get them around or out of here.

"In a bit ...after I stop to get some gas...." At that, Tuck whined. He knew he'd be ready to throw himself at the nearest dick a minute into waiting on Margo to get back. And when the disguised minotaur began to turn off towards someplace with a big sign outside, he braced himself for the aroma of gasoline and dick.

Gas station bathrooms were eighth best in a quickie spot to go to when you couldn't hold your nuts back.

The second Margo brought the car to a park and left, Todd suddenly hopped up to Tuck's head and he patted him in support. "Sorry you gotta go through this...but there is a couple ways to get through it..."

The way he said that meant Tuck wasn't gonna like either of them, but the gator doesn't want the otter to think that his opinions didn't matter. "An'....?"

"I could make a diaper outta my webbing an-"

"Pass. Ah do ah lotta things fer dick, an' wearin' that is not one o' 'em."

"Figured you wouldn't like that....The next one is....well..." Todd held his hands out, making Tuck think he was gesturing to the measurement of a dick he's seen once in his life, until a powder of snow began to grow between his palms and rapidly freeze. Immediately, Tuck saw that the otter was making...

A frozen dildo.

"I stick this inside of you and you'll be full but not horny. Or as turned off as you can get."

Tuck didn't like either, as he thought, but the dildo was honestly better overall. His pussy couldn't complain about being empty and he wouldn't be able to get too horny with someone cold keeping his walls on ice and somewhat numb. So he nodded to get the otter to hurry, and felt his legs try to slam themselves closed as Todd shoved it in right away. Though as Tuck came to a clenching ease, he knew why the otter rushed-chances of him taking something that frosty without a fight were none.

"Thanks, Todd...."

"No problem, Tucker." Their little moment was cut short when the driver door opened and someone was thrown into the passenger seat like a rag doll before they got up. Margo reappeared, slipping back into his place and shutting the door behind him before getting the car ready, the engine roaring to life before he made his way out of the gas station. Tuck got a good look at who he had caught and he saw that it was a gray-furred wolf.

Bound and gagged like a dominatrix' dream.

He was about to ask why when Margo started explaining. "Caught him sniffing around the car, brought him to a tussle and won, so here we have ourselves a Grease Mutt."

"Grease Wolf." Todd clarified since Tuck got confused for a bit. Then he saw the horns, the goat legs and the orange fire on their head as their disguise was ripped from them by an unknown force. Only when they tried to attack Margo while he drove did Tuck realize that they had tried to attack the minotaur and were failing. Miserably, even.

"Anyway, how about you tell me why I shouldn't be snapping your neck, little guy? You seemed mighty sure you found a catch in my car." They growled into their bonds, effortlessly burning them all off once they lit themselves on fire.

"I smelled pussy ...and I'm gonna get it whether you like it or not." Their gaze found Tuck, and in an instant their glare became a sadistic grin that looked crazed. But before they could make a move, Todd appeared and used his suddenness to shoot webbing at the lupine. They got splattered in the cold snare, trying to fight it off only to make things worse for themselves, and eventually they came to a crumpled heap that had them balled up like a wad of paper.

"So much for getting pussy ...Now how about you talk while we're still in a good mood."

The wolf snarled, trying to break through his bonds of freezing webs but only achieving getting his head free from being uncomfortably bent against his knees. "Fuck you..."

"Bad answer." Margo reached over and delivered a punch to the wolf's exposed face, making him yelp from the collision that sent him to the door as he did when he arrived within the car.

"Fuck you!..."

"Really tryna get me to snap, aren't you?" Margo's glare was bright enough to see where Tuck was laying, so he knew the minotaur was holding back despite how hard the captive hit the passenger door.

"I don't know nothing..." At this, Todd came back into play and pulled the guy back over to Margo, who took the time to punch him again in the face. He spat to the floor, a tooth and blood spilling from his mouth as he tried to tough it out. "You hit like a bitch..."

"Someone really wants to get stampeded today..." The otter's comment was met with a nod from Tuck, who flinched as he heard a third punch that sent the wolf careening into the passenger window with a *crrrrrack* to follow the impact. They were panting, and the smell of blood was starting to fill the car up over the faint smell of Tuck's frosted cunny.

"One last time and maybe I won't send your body as a welcoming gift to your boss.....What do you know about Grymslow's bike getting fixed?" The wolf seemed to ignore him, which led to Margo audibly cracking his knuckles at them, but soon they raised their head and laughed wispily.

"He's got the Grease ...Dragons...*cough cough*...on the case...so you...can kis-*cough cough*-kiss my ass...You'll never get 'em back ..."

"...Bad answer." And just like that, Margo punched the wolf out the window, glass shattering from the force of the blow and leaving them to fly out into traffic before hitting the sidewalk of pedestrians. The minotaur massaged his hand, feeling his fingers ache from being so assertive with the guy.

"So...." Tuck broke the silence that followed some time later, feeling as if their driving had been quite quiet for a little too long. "What're we doin' now...?"

"Same deal as I said. We gotta get to the Queens to make sure they're not helping Gryms. At best, they only got offered a hand to play and they refused-since he ain't in their good books by a long shot anyhow."

"How long'll that be?"

"Now that I got a full tank for free.....'bout five hours." Tuck ended up groaning, feeling as if he'd never get out of this back seat and somewhere where he can stand up and stretch without feeling like his honey pot's on display. Todd gave him a patting of sympathy to his gut, but he still tipped his hat down to let his exasperation be known. He thought today would be progress but they're just chasing finicky leads one after the other. He just hoped that moth isn't gonna go backstabbing them....

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Tuck didn't know when he had fallen asleep, but when he woke up he realized he was laying down in a pool of what he hoped was water since it was blood-red. His nose couldn't tell for him, because he was stuck where he laid, so he was really riding on benefits of the doubt.

That is, until he felt the ground shake.

Tuck thought that maybe his feet came to and he took a step without knowing, but the second he saw that his legs weren't moving when the ground quaked once more, he knew that it wasn't him doing it. And when it happened again, he felt panic well up enough to make him open his mouth to ask who was there.

But nothing came out of his maw.

Stuck and speechless, Tuck was trapped in feeling the unknown presence step closer towards him, for he knew that within this dark and vast...pool, that he was the object of their attention. As the quaking got stronger, he felt his legs slide apart from their petrified state and unintentionally present his honey pot to whoever was coming up on him. Against his better judgment, Tuck was blushing as he was unable to even try closing himself off as a means to tease them. After he found that he could open his eyes wider than what he's managed so far, he looked outwards...

And wished he hadn't.

He saw a pair of maniacal white eyes topped off with fiery red slits steadily growing brighter as the stomping drew closer and closer. His eyes hit the widest they've ever gotten, for who they belonged to sent ice down his spine.

It was Hargo, but as a twisted form of his true self mixed with white.

He looked savage, like he had been in the wild for a year with nothing but himself to fend for and he steadily deteriorated from the prim and proper gator that Tuck knew and appreciated to this thing that looked ready to kill. As their face got clearer, Tuck saw a giant hand plant itself next to him on his left, the fingers red but having the white splattered on there like a disease spreading throughout Hargo's body. The other one showed up and it brought Hargo to a looming hunch over the prone gator, and allowed Tuck to see all of those sharp teeth in his maw ready to chomp him to pieces.

But one flop of something meaty that slapped onto the gator's lower half proved that Hargo wasn't here to eat him.

Just when Tuck thought this couldn't get anymore of a nightmare, he saw another pair of white eyes with red slits over Hargo's shoulder, the chimera's face bending to a deeper snarl at its arrival like he could tell who was behind them. Then a voice began to boom in the dreamscape.

"I'll make sure you fit in just fine with my Angels..." Then Hargo came in for a bite and Tuck's soundless scream rang like bells into the landscape until he suddenly fell back and plummeted into the water around him. He didn't need to smell to tell, so he was thankful he didn't need to try plugging up. Once he found that he could move, he made a dash for the surface, trying to work his overweight hide towards air that he could breathe. The water didn't seem to drag him down thankfully, so Tuck made short work of getting up to where he could see his surroundings and gasped for air when he broke through.

One quick look around and he realized that he was in that pot he always had dreams of since meeting Hargo, coming to scan the familiar area for the throne that he saw. And as he thought, he saw those furred legs shamelessly letting him see the crotch between them. But instead of silence that led to him falling back under into the real world, he heard a new voice.

"Do you wish to see your friend again?" They sounded ambiguous, like they were promising nothing but something Tuck needed dearly at this time of his life. He didn't even stop to think of what the deal could be entailing and nodded as best he could since he didn't trust his voice to work. Though to compensate, he poured out as much heart as he could to Hargo so that it was clear who he wanted to see. Then the voice spoke again and a pair of eyes made themselves known to Tuck.

Gray with a pentagram of colors for pupils.

"Then so be it." Tuck felt the waters around him shove him back underwater, thinking he was gonna drown for real this time only for everything to go dark despite him still having air in his lungs....

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Tuck shot up when he felt another splash of water douse his head like he was being bathed by his Pa after he got into a mud fight with the farm hogs, coughing when he felt some get in his nose and feeling the creeping cold still going on strong in his honey pot. When he calmed down, he looked to see Margo and Todd staring at him as if he had been dead for a while and just came back to life. "....What?"

"Were you ...talking to somebody...?" Todd looked disturbed, like he just saw Death up close and made it out alive on a whim.

"Ah dunno..." Tuck honestly didn't, because he wasn't sure if the voice was talking to him or not. "Ah saw...Hargo ...an' Ah think Gryms ...then Ah got dragged t' that pot again ...an' Ah was in front o' those huge legs..."

"Did you see anything else about those legs? Like color or voice?" Margo's voice pitched in, hands away from the wheel bringing it to Tuck's attention that they weren't moving.

"No...they didn't sound on-spectrum...All Ah saw was their eyes..."

"What about them? Anything familiar?"

"Naw ...They was jus'....gray...wit' ah weird star..." At this, Margo and Todd shared a look, that left the groggy Tuck to stare at them before trying to look up to see where they were stopped. "Where are we ...?"

"We had a bad run-in with a band of Wolves driving past." Todd jumped back into the fray once he collected himself, "They didn't do much but blow a tire out, so we decided to hide out on this farm until we can figure out a way to get to the queens."

At that, Tuck shot up as best as his lounging position could allow, feeling old memories wash over him like he was a stargazing, wanderlustful teen again. He saw the big, green barn in the back, the corn fields a ways away, the feed silo and the windmill standing tall in the distance, and the old house looking like it's seen some refurbishing after a while of looking ready to get blown apart by a tornado. The smile on his face that grew brought worry to the otter and he tried to shake the gator out of it.

"Uh, Tucker...? You still got your marbles?" The big guy shook his head, doing his best to seem really eager to get out of the car.

"Don't y'all recognize this here farm?"

"Uh...no?"

"Why, it's muh old home!"

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Tuck waited patiently at the front door of the farm's house, having knocked on it three times in a row at this point and being greeted to silence. Margo and Todd were with him, but it didn't take a genius to see that they were slowly losing hope in the idea that they were gonna get an answer as to if someone still lived in this dump. There weren't even any animals around to tell, and the corn fields-after getting a closer look-looked freshly picked with their empty stalks standing tall in the heat.

"Comin'!" Finally, a voice answered the call to come forth from Tuck's nodding and he quietly squealed.

"Here comes muh Pa ...!" Todd wasn't sure if he should be sharing the same excitement as his friend, but he held his tongue anyway so he didn't sound apprehensive. However, Margo looked to be in deep thought now that someone's said something and the otter caught it after getting tired of looking at Tuck's ass sway in front of him.

"What's up with you?" The minotaur, still clad in his disguise just to be safe, didn't say a word, just shaking his head and snorting as he tried to mull his head around something. So Todd left him be and looked past Tuck's thigh to the front door. After about a good minute, the sound of thunderous footsteps came up to the door and the front door creaked open, revealing a gator that was even bigger than Tuck.

They looked like the trucker if he aged up well enough with an honest living, gray patches of hair lining their chin, head and in a very thin trail of hair going down his overall-covered gut to his groin.

"Pa!" Tuck took them into a hug that they didn't return, for their gaze had locked onto Margo and he returned the favor until his eyes widened.

"...Parigius?" The minotaur's lone word got Todd to look in shock between the three of them, Tuck to come out of his hug to stare back at Margo and the older gator to glare at him.

"Who's that?" Tuck asked, after seeing his father and friend just have a staredown with the otter wondering who'd be the first to throw a punch with how intense things were getting.

"Parigius ...is mah ole name, boy...A name that nobody should be speakin' unless Ah say so..." Pa answered, eyes getting even narrower until it looked like he was squinting at a computer screen without glasses on.

"But, why Pa?"

"Because", Todd came in, staring up at the pair of gators like they were gonna spontaneously squash him under his feet, "Parigius was...Grymslow's predecessor."