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The journey from the twisting corridors of the Impossible Fortress to the Materium was not an easy one. The walls of Tzeentch's domain were constantly shifting, churning into new shapes and layouts that could drive mortal men mad. Beyond the Fortress was the Crystal Labyrinth, a similarly convoluted and nightmarish maze that only the most powerful of the Lord of Change's daemons could hope to navigate.

Beyond Tzeentch's realm was the ordinary chaos of the Warp, after which a transference was required into what mortals knew as "real space". Such a thing required a small tear in the universe, which was itself no small feat. Rituals, incantations, and magical artifacts had to be aligned in just the right way by the most careful of worshipers, or the whole journey would be for nothing.

Through one of these tears in space, Rin emerged as a pulsating mass of matter. His nature changed moment to moment, becoming flesh and metal and smoke in the blink of an eye. Facial features appeared and disappeared seemingly at random, emerging from the mass only to be consumed again. With the spell finished the monster took shape, sprouting feathered limbs and talons that could rip through the strongest metal the Imperium of Man could produce. Its face formed a beak and two milky white eyes that glowed faintly in the dim light.

Rin looked around, letting out a quiet hiss as he took in his environment. The room was dark, with only the blue flames of a summoning circle to light the area. Nine groupings of nine sacred sigils encircled it, along with nine sequential rings that were perfectly inscribed in a nine-fold process of nine steps. Someone had really done their homework, and it showed.

"Who ssssumons a Lord of Change?" Rin hissed. His wings flared, the purple-blue feathers gleaming with ghostly light in the darkness. His physical body, normally a constantly changing mass of daemonic energy, was unusually solid. "Who conssstrains my shape? What acolyte daresssss to bind me so? It is an affront to the Massster!"

There was a tiny click from across the room, and a small flame sprang to life. It began to light candles one by one, leaving three of them sitting on a table. That didn't seem out of the ordinary, since ritualistic candles were often used during summoning ceremonies. "Sorry about that, your eminence," a voice said. "It's part of the spell. We can't very well talk business if I'm instantly driven insane at the sight of you."

The room's lights gradually brightened, revealing a cramped residence with no windows. The place was tidy, but the furniture was worn and threadbare. In one corner of the room was a table set for two and several lit candles. A bottle of wine waited to be open, and there was a small trail of flower petals leading into the next room. "What...what is this?" Rin demanded. "Who are you?"

The summoner left the lights down low, just bright enough to maintain the romantic atmosphere. He was a beast man, and a very strange one at that. He stood on four legs like a centaur, with a rabbit's face and inquisitive blue eyes peering out from behind thick glasses. "My name's Jack," he said shyly. "What's yours? You like red wine, right?"

This was unexpected. That in and of itself was a rarity for a Lord of Change. Normally Tzeentch allowed his followers the kind of foreknowledge that would make even the most powerful of human seers envious. "My name is Rin. You...have the wrong daemon."

Jack removed a pot of something from his stove and set it on the table. "What do you mean?"

"I'm not a servant of Slaanesh. Go to one of his freaky tit-monsters if you're looking for a night of passion." The avian looked down at his body, realizing now that it was quite a bit more sensual than the usual forms he took. He only understood why when he noticed the specific wording of the spell on the floor. The third sigil's cantrip was altered, asking for 'passionate learning' rather than forbidden knowledge. "Did you do this on purpose?"

"Of course!" Jack pulled a chair away from the table and banished the summoning circle with a wave of his hand. "I don't want a night of passion with a freaky tit-monster. I want one with a clever bird." He gestured for Rin to sit down.

"That's not how it works," Rin insisted. "That isn't how any of this works! Your soul is forfeit just for summoning me! Why aren't you taking this seriously?"

"Why aren't you taking dinner seriously?" Jack shot back. "Look, it isn't easy for someone like me to put this together all by himself. Beast men aren't exactly paid well in the Imperium of Man. Why don't we play a game? If you win, you can have my soul and do the whole 'shatter your mind with forbidden knowledge' thing. If I win, you teach me _only_what I want to know and spend the night here doing whatever I want. Deal?"

Despite his overwhelming frustration, Rin perked up at the mention of a game. He'd always had a weakness for the smaller, simpler strategies required to win at such things. "This is such a waste of my time. Very well, if that's how you want it. I'll play your game, mortal. You've caught me in an indulgent mood. However, you surely know that a Lord of Change is familiar with every strategy for every contest that has ever been devised. Surely you aren't foolish enough to think that you can overcome that sort of knowledge!"

Jack slapped a deck of cards down on the table. "We're playing Magic!"

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"This is stupid!" Rin whined, his library down to a few final cards. "You...you're not playing fair!"

Jack giggled and munched on a piece of bread covered in cheese. "Mill decks are perfectly legal and there's nothing you can do about it. What's the matter, not used to seeing your plans foiled?"

Rin tossed his cards onto the floor and stood up quickly enough to knock his chair over. "You...you fat, pun-hurling cheater!" he snarled. "You won't get away with this. I'm going to completely shatter that pudding-filled pumpkin you call a brain! You're going to learn things so monstrous and horrifying that you'll beg me for death by the end of the night!"

Jack's smile disappeared for the first time, and he laid his cards face-down. "You're supposed to be able to see the future," he said. "If anyone's cheating, it's you." He looked back along his rear half, nervously fidgeting with his paws. "You don't really think I'm fat, do you? I _try_to watch what I eat. Really, I do! Healthy food is just so expensive. I had to save up for weeks just to afford the wine for tonight."

Something in the rabbit's voice was heartbreaking enough to give even a Lord of Change pause. "Crocodile tears won't save you," Rin sniffed. He sipped his wine, and briefly wondered how much he'd consumed already. It was getting hard to keep track. "Twitch your cute little nose all you want. You'll find me quite capable of devouring even the most innocent of souls."

"You're going back on your word. Aren't you guys all about honoring your deals?" Jack stood up from the cushion he'd been kneeling on and took a moment to finish his wine. "Come on, you know I'm right. The night is young and we've got a lot to cover."

Maddening though it was, Rin knew that his talons were tied. He'd lost, and all the foresight in the world hadn't helped him. Maybe Lord Tzeentch was trying to teach him a lesson in humility. "Very well, mortal. What is it you wish to know?"

"Call me Jack," the rabbit insisted. "We'll get to that later. Come here." He pressed his lips to the Lord of Change's beak, and the bird let out a startled squawk of protest. There was no resistance, though. The rabbit was simply claiming his prize, and Rin had already given his word to allow it.

Things got a little more complicated after they reached the bedroom. It began well enough, with Jack laying his partner down on the mattress and kissing Rin's neck. The bird was even starting to enjoy it despite himself. It was only when he noticed the taur's absurd equipment that he began to protest. "That's never going to fit if you don't let me change my shape."

"Not a chance," Jack said, a hint of laughter in his eyes. "I _like_this shape. You're really cute, and you've got a nice, big rump." His hands traveled south, causing Rinto give a nervous squeak. "Could be a little bigger, though. You're the sorcerer, bird boy. Why don't you conjure up something to make it easier? I don't have anything on hand."

Rin let out a resigned sigh and waived his wing, summoning a large bottle of clear liquid on the bedside table. It was really more of an empty box sitting on the floor than a table, actually, but it served the same purpose. "I can't believe I'm using my powers for this," he muttered crossly. "Skra'kalichaust is never going to let me hear the end of this when he finds out."

Jack climbed onto the bed next to him and rolled onto his back. The cannon between his legs was already standing straight up and twitching in time with his heartbeat. "Who's that?" he asked. "Is he hot?"

The indignity of the situation was too much to bear. This was a job for Slaanesh and all his kinky flesh creatures, not a revered servant of fate! More than anything Rin wished he could crawl back inside the Warp and disappear from the rest of the universe forever. He was stuck here, though, and there was no escaping it. Might as well get it over with. He smeared a thick coating of lubricant onto Jack's cock, making sure that none of it was missed.

Before long, they were prepared. Jack took it upon himself to lubricate Rin's ass, an experience that the Lord of Change had no proper way to describe. It was strange and uncomfortable, yes, but also weirdly pleasant. Now he was bent over the edge of the mattress, his avian feet just barely reaching the floor as the rabbit mounted up behind him.

"Looks like you made your ass a little bigger," Jack noted as his frontal paw groped his lover. "Nice. Was that on purpose, or did your magic just pick up on my desires somehow?" He used the same paw to guide his shaft forward, pressing the blunt tip of his cock against Rin's slick hole.

Rin tried to brace himself and relax at the same time. That proved to be harder than expected. "A bit of both," he whimpered, and gasped as he felt the pressure on his tail hole. Jack could have forced his way inside, but fortunately he was patient. The artillery piece between his legs didn't make things easy, but with enough time and lubrication he was able to plunge all the way inside the Lord of Change's plush ass.

The two of them were completely overwhelmed with new sensations. Jack had never felt anything so tight, and Rin was more or less a virgin. There was a bit of a gray area there as he'd reproduced with other daemons, but procreation in the ever-shifting realm of chaos was a whole different process.

Jack was a slow, passionate lover that seemed to delight in exploring Rin's body. His paws touched everything, eagerly memorizing every feather-covered curve and line of the Lord of Change's figure. "Want me to help you cum?" he whispered into the bird's ear, reaching around to grip Rin's cock with one hand. "I'm not sure if you really need help. Your prostate seems pretty sensitive, but if you do...all you have to do is ask me. That, and give me your true name."

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Once they'd worn themselves out, Jack and his daemonic guest relaxed on a mattress damp with sweat and lubricant. "I can't believe I did that," Rin mumbled numbly. "I-I'm so ashamed. What a terrible misuse of Tzeentch's power."

"You're just mad that I didn't need to use my hand the second time," Jack teased. "Besides, Tzeentch allowed it to happen. That means the universe's biggest nerd _knew_it would go this way and was okay with it. Let's talk about that knowledge I want, shall we?"

Rin couldn't help but groan. He was stuffed full of fondue and Jack's seed, his legs still quivering after several hours of the best (well,only) sex he'd ever had. The last thing he wanted to do was talk shop. "What do you want?"

"I want help making it to Tau space," Jack said. "I've heard they treat people like me better there. Is that true?" His partner nodded. "Yeah, I figured. I want the knowledge that I need to make it there safely and make a good life for myself."

"I'll make it happen." Rin contemplated leaving, but knew that his time wasn't yet up. Jack still owned him for another few hours. He shimmied a bit closer to the rabbit's hefty midsection, nuzzling deep into the fluffy belly fur and letting out a tired groan. "I hate you so much. I didn't even get a soul out of all this. The other daemons are going to ridicule me for millennia over this." He closed his eyes and buried his face in the soft fur. "S-Stroke my legs a little more, though. That feels nice."

Jack giggled and began to run his paw over a thigh thick enough to make Colonel Sanders sweat. "Cheer up, bluebird. There's always next time. You've got a lot to teach me, so I have a feeling we'll be at this for a while."