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The Devil May Care

Part 2

For DuskCypher

By Draconicon

After a surprisingly tense hour of frustrated dealings with the local police, Dusk put his mind towards improving his immediate surroundings. He had already upgraded his apartment significantly with the magical power that he had managed to amass previously, but now that he had the power of the Devil, he could take that far further.

The power of Sloth filled his apartment with idle, ghostly hands that were willing to take care of anything that he wished. Invisible to mortal eyes, the ghostly appendages would take care of his cleaning with never a worry about someone finding something that they shouldn't know about. It was hardly the most organized of cleaning, of course, as the power of Sloth was hardly the most motivated of the sins, but they were...adequate. And they were quiet, for that matter, as well.

The power of Lust filled his apartment with the whispers and ghostly moans of spirits of arousal and need, of lust and pleasure. It echoed across the walls in a symphony of debauchery, males grunting and moaning, panting and gasping for his pleasure. He thought of them as shadows on the wall, and they appeared in every possible position, a live show of the spirits of the damned for his enjoyment.

The power of Wrath filled him next, and his apartment cracked, the walls hardening from drywall and wood to metal, the wrathful power of war filling them with the need to protect and stand strong, to keep out those that did not belong. Wooden panels might have covered them, but none would penetrate his realm without his permission.

And so down the list he went, filling his apartment with treasure through Envy and Greed, stocking his kitchen with the power of Gluttony, and making it rise through the world with the power of Pride. Yes, he rose further, the power of the Devil transplanting his apartment from the mid-levels of the building to the very top, allowing him to look down on other buildings the way that they had formerly looked down on him.

And it was all done with no-one being any the wiser. Reality itself had bent to his will, and that meant that nobody would know that anything had ever been different to what it was now. He smiled to himself, leaning back on his new throne in his living room, the couch and the rest of his furniture as new as his status.

Yet, for all that, he was bored. He had managed to change his standing here, yes, but there was more that had to be done. He tapped his foot upon the ground, thinking of what else he might do.

He could make whatever he wished for himself here. Despite the fact that he was on earth, he could use his powers as the Devil to pull one of the demons from the lower planes to him, to enjoy them and make use of them, but that felt...inadequate. They would be forced to serve him. He wanted someone to wish to.

The black cat smiled, fondling his cock idly as he imagined what he could do with the power of the Devil. The world was his oyster, but where -

Ah, yes...

He was not just endowed with the ability to change the world, but he also felt something different. Temptations. Temptations where the average mortal would feel the urge to do something that wasn't quite moral, wasn't quite right. He smiled to himself as he imagined following them to their source, and he felt for the temptations of lust around him, fondling the strings of fate and following them to one of the nearest focuses for it.

Joe's.

It was a metal nightclub, somewhere where the harsh music was played, where the customers lined the walls in spandex and latex, where the body was exposed and the party spirit flowed free. Demons would crawl the walls, waiting for someone to tempt, and he would be one of them.

Dusk got to his feet, and with but a thought, called at the clothes that he wished for this trip. A pair of leather pants barely large enough to contain his cock and yet show off all his muscles down along his ass and calves and thighs were formed out of nothing but the darkness around him, and a trenchcoat that left his chest exposed was called out of the shadow. They both appeared with ease.

He fluffed them out slightly, making sure that they hung fashionably loose on him, and he walked out the door. It was time to have some fun.

It didn't take long to reach the club, and it took even less time to get inside. Despite the line, Dusk walked right past them to the bouncer, and he smirked as the big orca looked his way.

"You got an invite or something, bud?" the big male said.

"I have something better."

Dusk met the orca's eyes, releasing a hint of the power that he held inside of him. The raw aura of the Devil had nearly overwhelmed him behind all the powers and defenses that he had summoned the night before. Even a splinter of it, a mere fragment of the panther's power, was sufficient to leave the orca tenting his pants, almost gasping with the sudden need that he felt.

The cat reached out, caressing the bigger male's chest, sliding his hand up to the orca's neck. The bouncer groaned softly, shivering.

"Let me in."

"I'll let you...let you in..."

"Such a good boy..."

The line glared at him as he walked inside, but that was hardly an issue for him. After all, he had the power to demand it. If such power rested in the hands of anyone else, he was sure that they would be doing something similar. After all, why not indulge when you had the power to turn the world into whatever you wished it to be?

As soon as he walked through the front door, he felt all the magical energy that he expected to feel. Being infused with the soul of the Devil meant that he could sense the magical energies of the beyond that much better than he could before. He had always been vaguely aware when something that wasn't mortal was around, but this was different. Now, he could see them.

The minor demons crawled the walls like great insects, bat wings spread wide and casting shadows on drug-users, alcoholics, and worse throughout the building. Some were casting shadows on women that were separated from their mates, trying to get them to be tempted to cheat, while others were tempting the aggression and the rage that he had controlled only a few hours ago.

It was a den of iniquity, and it throbbed with the pulsing beat of the band that were playing at the far end of the small club. Joe's bounced and shook with the pounding beat of the drum and the wild flair of the bass guitar, and the singer shrieked with all the power of a soul damned to eternal punishment.

It was exactly the sort of place to find someone to tempt himself.

Dusk enjoyed the eyes that glanced at him as he walked through the middle of the club, making his way to the bar on the far side. The cat's tail twitched back and forth, the over-fluffy limb battering a few people that came too close, the desperate that were already trying to flirt with him. He didn't want that today. He wanted something different, something more exotic, something that he couldn't have gotten on his own before.

As he sat down, he looked around the room, pulling the aura of the Devil back into himself. The orca had nearly collapsed with that little use of it, and he didn't want to turn the whole club into mind-zonked, braindead slaves. Perhaps another time, as part of a fantasy, but not today. Not when he was still experimenting with what he could do.

Which one, which one...

He immediately dismissed most of the pretty-boys that hung out with the audience listening to the band. There were a few punks in their ranks, some of which were starting fights in the front, but most of them were little more than tempters, trying to get the straight guys to try something with someone that was curvier, that had a bit more of an ass than the average man. They were try-hards, people that he didn't need to tempt to him, and that was not what he wanted tonight.

For a moment or two, he thought of the bikers that were taking up space further back from the band, those that were sitting and nursing drinks rather than listening to the banging thudding sound, but that was likewise dismissed. They could easily be overwhelmed, but then they would be someone entirely different rather than someone that he had merely tweaked to be into him. It would be less than satisfying.

Then there was -

"Ah...yes..."

Dusk smirked again as his eyes slid over a stallion near the backdoor of the establishment. He was a bit of an anachronism for his species, a paradox of sorts. While other stallions that the cat had seen were large, bulky and broad, this stallion was more tall and lean, tending a little towards willowy. There was a certain masculinity to him, though, and he didn't share the same sort of curvy build that the try-hards in the crowd were trying to maintain, wasn't trying to look swishy to get the attention of other men.

Indeed, he was hitting on a rabbit girl, someone that didn't seem that interested in him yet, but was wavering. The white-furred lapine was turning in her seat, looking up at him with a raised eyebrow, but not quite getting into his pants.

Dusk looked him over a bit more, taking in the silk shirt he wore, the tight jeans that showed off a package that was eminently better suited to being uncovered and a pair of balls that nestled in just a little too tightly to be comfortable. He took in the mane, loose and flaring every time that the horse tossed his head, just a bit of a darker brown than the rest of his frame, and he saw that the big guy was definitely interested in getting it on with someone.

Glancing at the ceiling above the stallion, he saw an imp spreading its wings, casting the shadow of temptation on the pair of them. Whether it was trying to get a woman to ignore her promises to herself or trying to get the horse to spread his seed somewhere else, it was going to be disappointed.

He is mine.

Dusk's decision was echoed with a shimmer in the other reality as he let loose a bit of his aura. Not much, merely a fragment of it, but it had enough of an effect to get the attention of the various demons in the establishment. He felt their wings pull back, the shadows of temptation changing throughout the building, and he felt their eyes shifting to him.

Yes...learn who has taken the power of the Devil. Tell them. Tell everyone what has happened, and let them try and take me down...

This would serve two goals. He would have his fun, and he would declare his power to the rest of existence. The other worlds would know that the Devil was no longer the same person, that Lucifer had lost his power by now. There was no way that they would not have noticed the fact that one of the great leaders of the universe had completely disappeared by this point. They would be wondering what had happened, but they would not have missed his absence.

This would answer their questions. Someone would come, eventually, but until then...

Dusk focused his attention, his aura, on the stallion. He watched the shadows of temptation change, watched as the horse blinked, slowly turning away from the rabbit girl. She seemed almost disappointed, reached out for him as if she could tempt him back, but no. He was done, though he didn't yet know why.

He smiled as he watched the horse stumble away from the rabbit, pulling himself into the crowd in front of the musicians, trying and failing to sort himself out. He obviously wanted an answer, wanted to know why his dick had died in front of the other woman, but Dusk didn't let him have that so easily.

Instead, he cast his power across the room, muffling the attraction that any female might give the horse, instead pulling on a different sort of need, a different sort of mood. He spread it further and further through the establishment, ensuring every female was blunted, and every male enhanced.

And none more so than himself.

Dusk didn't have to lift a finger as the horse's eyes traversed the room, didn't have to move. All he had to do was wait as the stallion's attention drifted over everyone, his cock rising, falling, and rising again in his pants as he looked between the different males and females in the club. Sooner or later, he would find the cat, and then he would approach.

Out of idle habit, Dusk sipped at a beer bottle that found its way to his hand, waiting the time out. Several demons winked out of existence in the middle of the club, and he knew that they had gone somewhere else, either on this plane or another. Some would have fled in fear, others would have fled to inform their masters.

Heh...let's speed this up.

The room started to change again as he let out a little bit more of the aura of the Devil. Those that fought each other fought harder. Those that were trying to get into the pants of each other started to move to more aggressive strategies, even going so far as to threaten rape in a few cases. He ignored them, merely pushing their needs higher, their hungers stronger.

As the room erupted in angry orgies, the stallion finally turned his attention to the cat. Dusk chuckled, watching as that bulge threatened to rip right through those tight pants the stallion was wearing, leaning back on the seat to rub his own cock through his leather clothes. The bulge was seen, appreciated, and the stallion took the bait. Hook, line, and sinker, he was caught, and he started walking across the room.

Dusk finished his beer, passing the bottle back to the bartender when the stallion stepped in front of him. He smirked.

"Saw you looking. You interested?" he asked.

"I'm definitely interested. Your place or mine?"

"I was thinking the alley. Why wait?"

"Well...it is my first time...With a man, anyway."

Of course it was. The big guy had been straight as an arrow only seconds ago, and now he wasn't. The power of the Devil's aura could change much, tempting, twisting, and even transforming others to what Dusk would wish them to be. He smiled.

"You think that it's gonna be any easier in private than in public?"

"Heh...maybe not..."

"And did you think that you were getting my ass?"

The horse took a step back, his eyes widening slightly and his smile fading. Dusk didn't let him go far; he reached out with the aura, with his power, and the horse stopped with one hoof in the air.

"Don't be afraid. There's no reason to flee. Just let yourself go, and you can have me."

"But...I've never..."

"You think that it matters, what you've never done?"

There was every reason for someone to be afraid of him, considering everything that he could do. Dusk had the power of the Devil, now, but even before that, he had the power of voodoo, of black magic that could warp the mind and turn the body against itself. More than once, he had turned a half-willing person willing with the power of his magic, and now, he could turn someone that would never consider fun with a guy into a raging bottom, a deviant dick-sexual that would crave it more than he craved the air that he breathed.

The cat reached out, taking the horse by the crotch. The big guy groaned at that, hissing under his breath, and Dusk chuckled.

"What's your name, hmm?"

"Nngh...Why am I still..."

"I asked your name, not your questions."

"Andrew," the horse said, almost looking shocked when he answered.

"Well, Andrew...come with me, and I'll show you something that you've never considered before. Let me open a few doors for you."

The cat got to his feet, stroking his hand up along the stallion's shirt, along his chest and over his neck. He leaned in, kissing the horse on the cheek, and then walked right by him, using his tail to keep contact for as long as he could.

It was all part of changing him, using the aura of the Devil to work his magic. The power of lust, of greed, of pride pushed through, pulsing to create an aura of majesty and command, and that command spread through like a tide across the beach, wearing away at the identity that Andrew had known for his entire life. The cat's wishes were stronger than the sand of identity, and he used that power to shape what he wanted the horse to be.

The hunger for cock, the curiosity for dick, everything that Andrew didn't have was given to him. Everything that refused to support it was washed away, dragging the horse into a new state of mind, one that would follow the cat into the alley.

And that was exactly what happened. Dusk smiled as the clip-clop of hooves chased him along, following him through the club and out the backdoor to the empty alley. The smoke of half-finished cigarettes filled the air around them, and as the door shut, the music of the band was locked inside once more, leaving them with nothing but the sounds of the city.

Dusk smiled, slowly running his hand along his own zipper, tugging it gently.

"You know you want to try it," he said.

"I didn't...but..."

"But what?"

"You're...different."

"Different enough to be acceptable, heh."

"More than."

"Get on your knees, big guy."

The horse followed his orders, just as Dusk had known he would. Reality itself was happy to bend to accommodate his fantasies. There was no reason a horse would have the strength to hold back from doing the same thing.

He pulled his zipper down, just a centimeter or so, just enough for the smells of malehood to slide out of his pants. Andrew leaned in a bit, almost like he couldn't resist, and he breathed it in. The horse's shaft throbbed eagerly, almost ripping through those clothes. Dusk grinned -

Then paused. Something had changed. Someone from hell had emerged, and it was -

The cat whipped his head around, staring at the forming silhouette of something thicker, stockier than the horse at his feet. Andrew showed no sign of seeing it, so it had to be something that lived in the other planes, not merely someone that had gone to visit.

Boar tusks formed at the edge of the stranger's snout, and he saw that there was a portliness to him in addition to his muscles. Not a great fatness, but something that moved with him, a bulk that slid and sloshed slightly atop the muscles that the stranger had. He had an aura, too, something that reeked of greed.

A demon, then, and one that was stronger than the imps that had been infesting the building until his arrival. The black cat shook his head, pressing his hand to Andrew's forehead and casting a spell of Sloth. The power slid down his arm, and the horse slid back, resting against the building, too lazy to move, too lazy to pay attention to anything that happened around him.

"It seems that I caught someone's attention," Dusk said. "Who are you?"

"Heh, why should I answer that?"

"If you want to keep your hide, you'd be quick to do as I say. Who are you?"

The boar laughed, hugging his stomach as he stepped into the light. Pink skin, more of a pig than a full-on wild boar, and someone that didn't care about holding back to make a better impression. Barely more than five-foot-six, shorter than the cat, and well and truly someone that looked like a slob rather than a dignified demon. He was naked, too, showing off a cock that was barely more than seven inches long, looking slim and lean rather than dominant and powerful. A weakling of a male, but one that had an aura of a bit of power, at least. Stronger than the ones in the club, for sure.

"Heh, I'm going to be your new master, little kitten."

"And you think that will happen...how?"

"I'm a demon. You might have gotten some power, but I'm going to show you what real power is."

"I doubt you comprehend the fight that you're getting into."

"Heh, hehehe. Then show me."

The pig lashed out, and the aura that Dusk had sensed formed into a blade of sorts. A stabbing, aggressive spell, one that was meant to sink the demon's power into him, to corrupt him, to convert him into an eager, piggish worshiper.

It didn't work.

He caught it on his own darkness, the power of the Devil shield as well as weapon. He smiled as he tilted the darkness like a lever, tilting the pig demon's strength away from him and diverting it into nothingness.

"Is that the extent of your power?"

"The fuck are you doing?" the pig grunted. "That shoulda - oh ho ho, you're that one, huh? The one that fucked with Lucifer?"

Dusk nodded. The pig oinked softly.

"Heh...well...that's why you're strong...but I bet you can't use it right. I bet you...oh, I bet you I can take that..."

"You will take nothing."

"Yeah?" The pig oinked...and then oinked again, from behind the cat. "I bet I can."

A clone? Or - no, it was something else. A powerful spell of gluttony, he realized, a hunger for more for oneself, or more of oneself. Creative, he had to grant it.

But not creative enough.

The panel of darkness that had deflected the first attack spread out as a bubble, surrounding him on all sides. The cat stood in the center, feeling the battering attacks of the eager, if stupid, demon that thought it could handle the power of the Devil. He looked down at his wrist, feigning a lack of concern, and sighed.

"I was in the middle of getting a blowjob. I'll give you two minutes before I get back to that."

"Hmmph. You think that just because you stole his power that you can use it?"

"I think that you are an ignorant, stupid little piglet that is biting off more than he can chew, and you're going to pay for it. However, I'm going to let you exert yourself for a while, merely as a show of the respect that you obviously lack."

"...Huh?"

"My point exactly."

Besides, it would give him time to think. The pig obviously had some ties to gluttony with the magic that he had used, and that meant that his aura was obviously one of hunger, one that begged for food and wanted to be filled with its appetites. He shook his head as he leaned back, feeling the battering, intense aura of the demon slapping at his protective barrier.

The wall of Wrath, however, was harder to restrain. It wanted to attack back, to lash out and show the piglet just what it was dealing with. Dusk restrained his power with some difficulty, but he did manage it, keeping it tight and taut around him. Besides...that would be a mistake, considering the corruption that was running rampant.

The power of Hell was stronger than an earthly mage could handle, and if he'd lacked the Devil's soul, then he would have been beaten already. Weak as the pig's power was compared to his own, it was still more powerful than any voodoo priest's would have been. He could feel it warping the ground around him, cracking the concrete, pulling at every soul in range.

The minutes ticked by as he considered his options, waiting for something to reveal itself to him. When it finally did, he smiled.

"Pig."

"Nnngh!?"

"Your time is up."

He snapped his fingers, and the bubble of Wrath pushed out from where he stood, slamming into the dumpster, the wall, the ground, even the demon. Wherever it touched, it cracked the surface of what it struck, like a rampaging storm had gone by. The demon went flying back, and Dusk followed him.

Lust and Pride followed, a commanding aura that burned like a sun through smoke. The light wrapped about the pig, binding him in powerful manacles. It collared him, stilled him, and held him aloft.

As the demon grunted and squealed in fear, Dusk forced the glow brighter, pulling on more than the small fragment that he had dared to use on the mortals. It glowed brighter and brighter, more and more brilliantly, lighting up the alley as if it was brightest day. The pig's eyes glowed, then shattered, becoming nothing more than a reflection of the white light of the cat's powerful aura.

"Now...your name?"

"Apophis. My name's Apophis, Master."

Dusk nodded. As he'd expected, the commanding aura of Pride and the domineering streak of lust through it had bound the pig demon in a different way. Not merely as a subject to a king, but as a submissive to their dominant. A slave to their master.

A pity that has changed my plans, but...a demon...

That would be different than his original thoughts of summoning one. It would give him the chance to really get into breaking them down, seeing what made them tick. Keeping Apophis and using him a few times would also give him a better clue as to how demons worked, see if there was a way for him to break them down physically rather than just using his power. After all, this one, for all his blather, was still a weaker specimen. If he had to deal with more of them, or the higher-ranking ones...

As much as he hated to admit it, Lucifer had been right about one thing. The throne of Hell was empty, and that meant that there was going to be a power struggle. If any of the greater demons wanted to claim that throne, they would have to come to him, either with a request, or with a demand for what he had.

And he did not yet have the strength to fight so many at once.

He lowered the demon to the ground again, letting the pig get his balance on his trotters before grabbing him by the balls. Apophis oinked and squealed as he was pushed up a bit, pulled forward by them.

"Come with me," Dusk said.

Dragging the pig along through the alley by the balls, the cat called on his powers once more. The power of Greed, the power of Pride. A limo came around the corner, called into existence by the mere desire to be better, to show it off, and the doors opened in the back with the aid of the hands of Sloth.

He threw the pig inside, looking over his shoulder briefly for the stallion before shaking his head and moving on. The horse would have been the better partner for the night, but he would live with this. It ticked more of the practical boxes than Andrew could have.

As soon as he slipped inside, he shoved the pig onto all fours in front of him, slapping that fat, pink ass. Apophis obediently parted his ass cheeks, showing off a sloppy sort of pucker, the sort that was regularly fucked, regularly used, and he shook his head. It would be wrecked by the end of the night

Bastard wrecked my night.

He pulled his cock out of his pants properly, allowing it to flop over the pig's ass cheeks. The demon oinked again, shivering, his curly little tail pulling in as his fat ass cheeks quivered like jello.

"You are going on a diet."

"But...but I'm a gluttony demon."

"Did I say that you had the option to refuse?"

"No, Master."

"Remember that; everything's going to be much easier if you remember that."

He slapped that large, pink ass, sliding his cock through the wetness that lay between the cheeks. It was sweat, a soft, musky sweat, and it was slimy enough to serve as lube as he approached the pucker again. His cock 'kissed' it gently, then slammed in without pity or consideration of the pig's pleasure.

He had been interrupted in the middle of his fun, and he was definitely not amused.

In the alley, Andrew slowly came to his senses, though it was a battle to get there. The horse groaned, feeling a strange malaise over him, something that made him want to go back to sleep. The only thing that kept him from doing that was the strange idea that he had been in danger, and he needed to get out before it could get worse. Almost like he was drugged, but with an adrenaline surge just under it, getting worse by the second.

He groaned, the horse slowly forcing his eyes open as he looked around. The alley...the alley was ripped apart.

His eyes opened the rest of the way as he took in what had happened. The ground was ripped up like some sort of earthquake had passed through, the walls cracked as if they'd stood up to the world's worst windstorm. As he forced himself onto his hooves, his legs shook as he tried to keep his balance on the uneven concrete.

"Nnngh..."

Andrew huffed softly, shaking his head as he tried to remember what had happened. He'd been...flirting? Yeah, flirting with some cute rabbit girl...or...or he'd thought she was cute, at least. Then she...

Then he...

Think...just think...

The stallion continued to groan, trying to think through the night. Something big had obviously happened, and he'd been present for it, but how did he get outside? Why was he outside in the first place? And how had he slept through what had ripped through the pavement and the building behind him?

He couldn't remember, but he could remember a person. A person that stood out in his mind like a pillar of midnight in the middle of the day. A great black cat, one with a fluffy tail and sharp eyes, one that had been in leather pants and had a bulge that he could never, ever ignore.

There wasn't even a name there, merely a hunger, a desperate need to find him again. Andrew groaned, his cock throbbing upwards, and he knew that he would have to find this guy again.

For now, though...for now, he needed a drink, and a big one. He walked on wobbly legs back into the club, rubbing his head as he walked over to the bar. Something had changed inside, almost like there was an angry smoke cloud that surrounded the band, and the air stank of sex, but he ignored that. He sat down on a barstool, gestured at the bartender, and called for a few shots of vodka.

He felt that he was going to need all of them.

The End

Summary: Dusk begins his experimentation with the power of the Devil, starting with his apartment and ending with people. However, it doesn't take long before someone else starts taking notice...

Tags: M/M, demon, cat, horse, pig, corruption, magic, modern fantasy, straight to gay, orientation play, orientation change, mind control, master/slave, series, anal,