Blackmill: Descisions, Descisions...
#2 of Blackmill
"So how does this work?"
"If I have to instruct you on how to use your cock then perhaps I should find myself a new Incubus."
The Lady Cheza was as beautiful as she was intimidating. This was a dream. It was how she had always communicated with him since that night nearly two months ago when she first told him her plans. Though, it was more than a simple dream. Once he had made the mistake of calling her just 'Cheza' and for that she had dug her claws into his shoulder and lifted him at least two feet off the floor as if he weighed nothing. When he woke up, the gash from her claws were still there and visible. The message was clear; if she was displeased with Dregs, she could hurt him. Likely in more ways than Dregs would like to think.
"No. I mean the mind control and the soul stealing. How do I make it work?" Dregs said. He was currently standing in what seemed to be the courtyard of some ancient castle. However, it looked like it had been abandoned for some time The small plot of garden around the edges was nothing but long dead flowers and thorn covered vines that has overtaken the walls and forced their way into various cracks in the stones. The fountain in center court had crumbled to the point that the statute was impossible to figure out save that it had once been a female something as a the slender feminine legs and a single bare breast remained. The once white stone of the fountain was stained by the murky almost back stagnate water in it's base. Whatever this place had been, he got the feeling Lady cheza called it home.
"It is simple." The twin tailed demon fox said walking a slow circle around the fountain. "You only need a few strand of fur, hair, feather from your choice. You can give a single command for each hair in your possession."
"So I just pluck a few hairs and tell them what I want them to do?" Dregs said feeling very uncertain about all of it.
"Simple speak the command aloud. It makes no matter if the victim can hear you so long as you speak it aloud."
"Then what?" Dregs asked. "I mean how do I, well, collect the soul."
Lady Cheza walked toward him, towering nearly two feet taller than him. Her large bare breasts hung there in his face. Each as large as his head. She placed a white furred hand against his chest and suddenly he couldn't breathe. She began speaking in some twisted tongue he couldn't understand and he felt as if al his strength was being drained from him. darkness began to creep in around the edges of his vision and he felt as if he might collapse when Cheza pulled her hand away the sensations left.
"What the fuck was that?" Dregs said breathing heavily and clutching his chest.
"You need place your hand over their heart and claim their soul in my name." Lady cheza sat on the edge of the fountain, which cracked slightly under her weight. "Their soul will belong to me but their mind and more importantly their body will remain yours."
"How do I choose?" Dregs wanted to ask what fate he was forcing upon whomever he chose but he felt for the moment he'd rather not know but he was certain he knew what might happen if he refused the Lady Cheza and he didn't want to think about that either. Lady Cheza simply gave him a wicked grin, baring her pointed teeth. he was about to ask again but suddenly he was back in his classroom. All around him he could hear the stifled laughter and whispers from his classmates.
"Mr. Dregas! The answer, please." Miss Learu, the English teacher, was a slightly over weight and a very well endowed zebra. Her chest was actually quite modest for her size but her wide hips and well rounded ass almost distracted from her bitter attitude. Almost.
"What do you expect. He's only human." Said a husky male from behind him. This was met with laughter from the other students. Dregs was frozen for a moment wishing Lady Cheza would give him some kind of warning he was about to wake back up. Staring at the white board at the front of the class he tried to piece together what the question might have been. English class. The title of some book written by a fur he'd never even heard of was written on the board. Shit. It was that damn book he was suppose to have read last night.
"I don't know." Dregs finally said which only brought more chuckles and sarcastic comments from the class. Mrs. Learu was not pleased by any of it.
"While I won't tolerate the insult from the rest of you, it would be nice if you tried not to fit the stereotype of ignorant human in my classroom." She said turning her attention to another student. Careful Mrs. Learu or your name might just make my list. He thought to himself. Perhaps picking out eleven souls wouldn't be so hard. Already it seemed he would have no problem giving the souls of his entire English over to Lady Cheza, but were some simple sarcastic comments worth damning theirs souls to whatever fate Cheza had planned? Dregs didn't know and he wasn't sure if he could do actually bring himself to do it. "Mr. Dregas, I'd like to speak with you after class."
Dregs gave a low sigh. "Yes, Miss Learu."
The rest of class went without further incident. Perhaps Miss Learu had decided him a lost cause for the time being as she didn't so much as acknowledge him for the remainder of the class and Dregs found himself making small sketches of what she might look like on her hands and knees spreading her ass, "Fuck me, Mr. Dregas." she begged via speech balloon. Perhaps gathering souls for Lady Cheza wouldn't be so hard as he thought.
The bell rang and as he was putting the finishing touches on his picture and at the front of the class Miss Learu was motioning for him to approach her desk. Reluctantly, he slid his artwork inside his folder and approached her desk. Thanks to the 'modifications' Cheza had made, dregs was feeling extremely conscious of how visible his erection might be through his jeans. He'd have to remember to buy looser fitting pants. As he approached her desk he thought for a moment she might have looked directly at the bulge that ran clear to his knee or perhaps it was his imagination.
"Mr. Dregas." She said her, ice blue eyes staring up at him, "I know this must be a difficult transition for you but unfortunately for you I can't allow myself to appear soft on anyone including you."
"I understand Miss Learu." he said trying to keep his gaze on her face and not looking down the front of her shirt. "I wouldn't want you to make any exceptions for me anyways. I'll catch up on my own."
"Well, that's good to hear." She said placing her thick framed glasses on and pulling a sliding a stack of upgraded homework assignments in front of her. "But, if you do find you need any extra assistance. Do not hesitate to seek me outside of class."
"I will, Miss Learu. Thank you." he said and she gave him a kind smile and a nod to let him know he was dismissed before focusing on her papers. Dregs breathed a sigh of relief although he wasn't entirely sure why. Turning back to his desk he nearly froze when he spotted that his folder was missing. oh, fuck no.
Dregs rushed to his desk and searched his bag. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. The word repeated in his mind when he suddenly became aware of the sound of laughter out in the hallway. His heart stopped and the acid of his stomach began to creep up his throat. he grabbed his bag and rushed out into the hallway.
"Oh, Fuck me Mr. Dregas!" he was immediately greeted with by a brown furred bear barely taller than himself. A crowd had gathered and at it's center was a leopard girl he come to know was named Felicia. tall, slender with out much of a rack or ass to speak of but her proportions were perfect for your typical evil spirited head of the cheerleading squad. She had the personality to match.
The insults only got worse as Dregs pushed his way through the crowd to try and retrieve his folder from her. She was flipping through it now trying to find any other images it might contain, which it did. He tuned everyone out, the anger fueled by his embarrassment tuned his ears to only hear the sound of his own pounding heart. he felt as if he could breathe fire by the time he reached the center.
"Give it back you bitch!" He bellowed snatching the binder back but in the tug-o-war the ensued the rings popped open and his papers scattered across the floor. He screamed, "You fucking cunt!" and without any warning a fist slammed across his jaw from his left. Dregs dropped to one knee completely caught off guard.
"Watch how you're talking to my girl, human." A hyena said popping the knuckles that had damn near shattered dregs jaw. In the next moment the bell rang and Dregs didn't think he'd ever be so thankful for the sound of it again.
"Pervert." She said purposely stepping on some of his papers as she walked off under the arm of the hyena. the crowd slowly dispersed, a few taking the opportunity to insult Dregs one last time before heading to their classes. Dregs remained his fists clenched tight wanting more than anything to beat that Hyena into a bloody pulp but soon as the crowd dispersed he opened his fist and stared down at the small clump of yellow fur he had managed to pluck from Felicia's arm.
Congratulations, Felicia. You're our first contestant.
Dregs thought on the instructions Lady Cheza had given him, on what it meant it might mean to give someone's soul to the demoness. Could he really deal with the thought of that on his conscience? He thought hard about it. For less than a second and whispered a single instruction into his open palm.
"Boys locker room, fourth period. Be there twenty minutes before the bell rings." When the last word was spoken one of the hairs shriveled and vanished as if it had been burned by some unseen fire.
To be continued.