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Toby Halstead hesitantly slid the trio of heavy books onto the counter at the front desk of the library. The gangly bat pup was so small as to almost be the same height as the books--for a ten-year-old, he was definitely on the short end of the scale. His charcoal fur stuck out at odd angles and his eyes were slightly bloodshot, giving the boy a disheveled, sleep-deprived look. It would probably be worse, in fact, if his black beanie weren't covering his wild shock of untamable black hair that constantly looked like bedhead regardless.

His long, furry, pointed ears jutted out of the beanie on either side, and swiveled to hear the librarian clear her throat in his direction. The librarian, a lean middle-aged lioness whose luxuriant blonde mane held a few streaks of silver all tied back in a neat ponytail, gazed at Toby with mild surprise.

"Are you okay, little guy?" she asked in a husky voice. "You don't look so hot, if you don't mind me saying."

Toby did mind her saying, in fact, but he tried not to get annoyed--she was right, after all. He didn't look hot. He looked like he hadn't gotten a good night's rest in days, which made sense because he hadn't. "I'm okay," he said, trying to be polite. His mother was always pressing him to be kind to strangers, even if they were mean to him. He didn't always succeed, but he managed this time. And she hadn't been mean, really. She looked genuinely concerned. "Really. Just had some nightmares last night. Didn't sleep good."

"Mm," the lioness said, clearly unconvinced, but at least she dropped it. She glanced over his stack of books and began scanning them, frowning at the titles. "You sure you want these?" she asked skeptically. "If you think you're having nightmares now, they'll only get worse reading this stuff."

Toby grinned. "Actually, they're to help me with the nightmares."

The lioness looked downright incredulous now. "I dunno how The Key of Solomon_or Volstag's _Book of True Names are gonna help," she said. "I'm not even sure I should be checking these out to you. These are meant for grown-ups."

Toby frowned, trying to think through his sleep-deprived fog. He needed these books if he was going to figure out what was attacking him at night. He knew it was a demon, it had to be. What else could it be? One bat claw absently drifted to his sore bum, rubbing it through his battered and faded blue jeans, as he considered his options.

Toby had never been very popular with anybody. Grown-ups liked to refer to him as "aloof," whatever that meant. He was painfully shy, and his lithe stature made him a natural target for bullies. It made it hard for Toby to open up to anyone, and he had no friends besides Tina Wong, a bratty snow leopard a year older than him. (Although, he was pretty sure she only kept him around because he would do whatever she told him to. Tina was scary.)

But maybe being small would help him here. He gave the librarian his best sheepish look. "I know," he said, absently rubbing one foot against the other, his beat up sneakers squeaking slightly. "But... these nightmares. They're about demons. Or something like 'em. They scare me a lot. But Mama said the best way to not be scared anymore is to face your fears. So... can I please check these out? I don't wanna have nightmares anymore." What the heck, it wasn't like he was lying, exactly. She didn't need to know the demons were real, not just in his nightmares.

The lioness sighed and gave the young bat a pitying look. "Tell you what. Take The Book of True Names. The Key of Solomon isn't going to have much to help you in that regard--it's all boring text, no pictures. And Daemonomicon_is all pretty hokey stuff. But you'll find plenty to scare you in _The Book of True Names. If anything's gonna make you face that fear, it's that one. Okay?"

Toby wanted all three, just to see for himself, but he was probably lucky just to get the one. He beamed at the librarian and nodded vigorously. "Thank you, miss."

She gave him a breathy chuckle as she scanned the book and took his library card, swiping it in the reader and handing it back to him along with The Book of True Names. "Good luck, sweetie." He smiled, waved, and hustled out the glass doors of the library, hurriedly shoving the big leather-bound book into his backpack as he walked.

* * *

Toby ducked into an alley behind the Gamestop on Tenth Avenue, hoping to avoid the notice of Collin, the freakishly huge bear from sixth grade that liked to loiter there and beat the snot out of tiny bat boys that tried to cut down Tenth to get home quicker. He hadn't seen Collin yet, but he decided adding a few hundred feet to his trek by cutting through the alley was worth it to reduce the risk of a bear attack.

He popped out the other side of the alley and nearly ran straight into Tina's butt. Her tail inadvertently slapped him across the face as he skidded to a halt. She turned, eyes wide, and spun to face him, hiding something behind her back.

"Gah!" she yelped.

"Uh, hi Tina," Toby gulped. "W-whatcha doin'?"

"Nothing, twerp!" Tina huffed. "Mind your business."

Toby shrank a little. "Oh. Okay. Um. Your tail's on fire."

Tina yelped again and dropped whatever she had been holding, batting frantically at the few strands of fur that had started smoldering. A long, thin tube of paper lit at one end rolled away from her across the sidewalk. Toby's eyes widened. "You were smoking!"

Tina blushed, then gathered up her tail and began preening it, turning her nose up at the bat. "Well, I mean, duh. All the older kids do it. It's pretty cool."

"Then why'd you try to hide it?" Toby asked guilelessly.

Tina snorted. "Well it's illegal, obviously. You're such a baby, you don't know anything, do you?"

Toby blushed and cast his eyes down. "It's not cool to break the law," he grumbled.

"Don't be such a whiner," Tina snorted. "And you better not snitch or I'll beat you up."

Toby shrugged. "Wouldn't be the first."

Tina looked lost for a second, like she didn't know how to respond to that. Finally her expression softened a little. "Jeez, dude. You need like, karate lessons or something. It's getting kinda sad."

Toby stared down the street toward the next intersection, where he would cut left and head down Oakland Street toward home. "Mama said 'no,' I asked her like two months ago. Said I needed to not solve my problems with violence."

Tina rolled her eyes. "Well you need to solve it somehow, and I don't think Collin wants to hug it out."

Toby gave her an awkward grin. "Was that a bear joke?"

Tina blinked, then snorted with laughter. "It is now!"

Toby giggled. "Hey. I got something from the library. Wanna see?"

Tina grunted, toeing the cigarette on the sidewalk as if debating whether to pick it back up and start smoking it again. Eventually she seemed to decide it was a lost cause because she stomped it out with her sneaker. "Man, I don't read your dumb comic books. You know this."

Toby blushed. It was true that the only things he usually read at the library were their old comic books. Books with all words and no pictures were just so boring. He shook his head. "You'll like this book I bet! It's a grown-up book."

Tina threw up her best poker face, appearing disinterested. "Uh huh. What kind of grown-up book? How to do taxes or something?"

Toby knew her well enough to call her bluff. "Nope," he grinned. "Remember how I told you I got attacked--"

Tina waved a hand to interrupt him. "Duuude, come on! There's no such thing as demons. Everybody knows that."

Toby frowned. He wished he hadn't told her about the nightmares. She acted just like the adults, dismissing his tearful, frantic claims out of hand. He'd hoped at least she would believe him, but she dismissed him like everyone else. Well, he'd just have to solve his demon problem by himself, then.

"Whatever, fine, don't believe me," he griped. "But I got a book full of demons if you're not too cool to come hang out and look through it."

Tina lost all pretense of nonchalance as her golden eyes lit up. "Whoa! Jeez louise, Toby, next time open with that! Let's see it!"

Toby shook his head. "It's kinda old. I wanna wait until I get home to open it so I don't drop it in mud or something. I'm a klutz with these stupid wings." He waggled the vestigial wings that drooped under his arms, glaring at them as if they might bite him.

"They're not stupid, stupid," Tina scolded. "They're cool. I like your wings, they're fun to touch."

Toby blushed. Admittedly, he also liked it when Tina stroked his wings. It made his tummy feel kind of tingly. "You're so weird," he grumbled, blushing. No need for her to know he liked it--Tina already had a big head. "Let's go to my--"

"Oi! Pipsqueak!"

Toby groaned.

Coming through the alley, some fifty feet away, strode Collin Darby, the terrifyingly large bear cub from the middle school. He was flanked by his usual two cronies, a border collie named Damien and a skink that everybody called Patch, due to the green-and-yellow patchwork coloration of his skin. The two smaller boys had yet to do anything to Toby except watch their bigger leader pound his face in, but it didn't help Toby feel any safer in their presence.

"Ugh," Tina said with a particularly potent roll of her eyes. "This dope again."

Toby panicked, bolting up the street and sprinting as fast as he could toward his house. Tina yelped in surprise, "Wh--hey! Dangit, Toby!" before following after him, calling for him to slow down, wait up, but Toby was having none of that. Somewhere behind Tina's bright white Keds sneakers, the young bat heard the pounding of three more sets of feet on pavement--Collin and Co. were giving chase.

Toby didn't let up, his lungs burning and his knees screaming from the sudden burst of adrenaline. Somewhere behind him, Collin wheezed loudly, "G... get 'im!" as the bear cub's heavy footsteps faltered. No endurance I guess, Toby thought with a manic giggle as he leaped over Mr. Sedgwick's rose bushes. The old skunk shook a fist at him, then at Tina who passed over them far more gracefully. Then he outright screamed at Collin's cronies, who didn't bother jumping the bushes at all. As Toby glanced back, he saw two big ragged gaps in Mr. Sedwick's neatly trimmed hedge where the bullies had plowed right through.

Toby saw they'd gained on him. Panic bloomed anew in his chest, and he pumped his scrawny little legs as fast as he could. But he knew it was no use; there was still too far to go before his house, and these boys were older, with longer legs. It also didn't help that Toby was small for his age, and besides, he was no athlete. He spent his non-homework time playing Minecraft, not jogging. Who jogged for fun, anyway??

Bullies, apparently, he thought miserably.

From behind him, a furry paw slipped into his, and Tina practically dragged him forward. "If you're gonna run, run!" the leopard snapped, her tail jouncing wildly behind her as her long legs pushed her forward with impressive speed, and her powerful upper arms yanked her smaller friend along with her. Toby scrambled frantically to keep from stumbling thanks to their faster pace.

Against all odds, they reached the door to Toby's house ahead of their pursuers, who faltered and fell back as soon as the two had crossed into his yard. Bullies were usually stupid, but they knew The Rules. Stepping into the yard would get grown-ups involved, and bullying was not for grown-ups to get involved in. The stalkers scowled at their escaped prey and started slouching off down the street again.

Toby panted heavily and hunched over, supporting himself with his hands on his knees as he tried to catch his breath. Tina shoved something in his face: his beanie! He frantically shoved it over the messy shock of black hair on his head and pulled his long, pointed ears through the two holes on the side. "I... I didn't even realize it fell off," he wheezed.

To his disgust, Tina didn't even look winded. "Yeah, well," she sniffed. "You owe me. And seriously dude, you gotta join the Cross-Country team or something, build up your cardio. If you're gonna run, at least be good at it." Tina was on the Cross-Country team, of course. Nobody on the team liked her, or so she said. He wondered, not for the first time, if that was why she hung out with Toby. They were both losers.

Toby pulled open the door to his two-story stucco home and called, "Mom! I'm home! Tina's with me!"

A plump bat in well-filled Capris and a pink blouse poked her head through the kitchen island and smiled warmly at them, her jet-black hair spilling behind her in an ornate braid. "Hey sweetie. Hi Tina. You staying for dinner? Pan-fried steak and fruit salad."

Tina grinned. "Yes, Mrs. Halstead! Er. If it's cool with my dad. I should probably call him first."

"Of course," she nodded. "Wouldn't have it any other way. Feel free to use Toby's phone."

Tina's ears swished bashfully. "Thanks." Toby pulled out the Trac-phone his parents had bought him and handed it to her. It wasn't a smartphone--Dad said he didn't need one at ten, he could wait until he was a teenager--but it did its job. Tina took it awkwardly and started dialing her home.

Tina's family wasn't as well-off as Toby's, and she hated bringing it up in any fashion (such as being reminded neither her nor her dad had cell phones of any sort, let alone smartphones). She stepped into the den off the main hallway to make her phone call as Toby shuffled into the kitchen.

Elise Halstead regarded her son with bemusement as she started pulling fixings for a boloney sandwich out of the fridge and cupboards. While she put together the snack, she glanced at her boy. "Okay, spill," she said, waving a mayo-laden butter knife at him in mock threat. "You look like you just ran the mile, and you said your next mile for PE isn't until next Tuesday. What happened?"

From out of the den, Toby's little sister bounded and glomped onto his leg. "Toe-beans!" she squealed.

Toby scowled. "Not now, Lily. Go play or something."

The chubby little six-year-old's face bunched up and her eyes watered. "Toe-beans?"

Elise gave him an even stare, and Toby sighed, hauling his baby sister up onto the stool next to him at the kitchen island, then grabbed her tiny feet and wiggled them up and down. "Toe-beans plays wif toe beans!" Lily squealed. Toby grinned at her and pretended to eat her toes. He wasn't sure why a six-year-old still thought baby stuff like that was funny, but his sister was an oddball.

"You never answered my question," Elise said as she pried a few leaves of lettuce off a head and plopped it down on the bread.

Toby blushed and laid his head down on the countertop. "Some bullies chased me."

Elise huffed. "Who?"

"Dunno," Toby mumbled, blushing.

Elise stopped slathering mustard and frowned at him. "Well now, I know that's a crock. Why are you protecting bullies, Tobias? I thought we taught you better than that."

"I'm not!" he cried. "I don't know who they are! They're just kids from school."

"Well, I'll be telling your father about this when he gets home. We'll see what he has to say about it."

Toby groaned. Nothing good, he imagined.

* * *

Toby and Tina sat on his bed in his room, door closed so his mother wouldn't see what he was about to show the leopard. His mom was a buzzkill, always talking about how "God would disapprove of (insert fun thing here)." And that was for fun_stuff, like shooting games and _Magic: the Gathering. She'd absolutely flip if she saw a book about demons. Well, what she didn't know wouldn't hurt her.

Tina stared wide-eyed at the musty-looking leather-bound book, the title scorched into the front cover like a brand: The Book of True Names, by Nikolas Volstag. "Wow!" Tina breathed, running one paw over the smooth, worn leather of the cover. "How old is this thing?"

Toby shrugged. "Dunno. I didn't even realize the library kept books like this. Everything is E-books nowadays. Not even sure why libraries exist anymore--place was dead."

Tina sniffed. "I like the library."

"Yeah but you're a girl and girls are weird. You like lots of weird stuff."

Tina crossed her arms, covering the picture of some wolf in a backwards hat from one of those dumb boy bands Tina listened to, and scowled at the smaller bat. "Like what, exactly?"

Toby shrank under the look. "Uh. N-nothing. Forget I said anything."

Tina narrowed her eyes, making Toby gulp audibly, before finally turning her nose up. "That's what I thought." She considered him for a moment, then glanced at the closed doors. "Hey. While we read, can I...?" Her gaze drifted to the limp flaps drooping from Toby's arms.

He looked at his vestigial wings, then back at his friend, blushing again. Why did she have to be so weird? "I-I guess."

Tina grinned and scrambled up the bed to sit uncomfortably close to Toby, pulling his arm into her lap and gently stroking his wing. There was no true fur on the wings like the rest of him, just a little fuzz, short and almost imperceptible, but soft to the touch. Tina was obsessed with stroking them, much to Toby's chagrin. Though, if he was being honest, it did feel really nice. Much nicer than any other time Tina touched him, which was usually to punch his arm or slap his butt. He was glad she hadn't done that yet--he was still sore from last night's dream. The very thought of it made his face heat up again in embarrassment. That, combined with Tina's surprisingly gentle strokes, were making his stomach feel tingly and his boloney sandwich gurgle and do a flip.

He tried to ignore the pleasant electricity of Tina's strokes and opened the Book of True Names on his lap. It was so large he ended up resting one half in his lap and the other in his friend's. Tina didn't complain, just tugged his arm closer to her flat tummy to make room and kept stroking.

Within the first few pages, Toby felt his chest tighten with excitement. Full-page diagrams of creatures beyond anything he'd ever seen before. No Anthros existed that looked like this. One was a bird-folk of some sort, a vulture if he had to guess, but with a writhing feral viper where his wiener should have been, and holding a long spear made of some dark material and covered in cruel barbs. A column of text stood to the right of the drawing, written in a cramped hand in very small letters, forcing the cubs to squint at it to read.

PAZUZU

_ Blood demon. Patron saint of serial killers. Snake-phallus envenoms those with whom he copulates, often against their will, causing violent madness and eventually death. Occasionally leaves victims alive after sexual assault so they may bear his offspring. True name_ (here the text became weird symbols neither of them recognized.)

Toby's stomach turned again as he looked at Tina, who was staring at the snake between Pazuzu's legs. "Does yours look like that?" she asked breathlessly.

"What?? No!" Toby huffed. "It looks like... well, you know. A wiener."

Tina looked crestfallen. "Boring. Never mind then."

Toby scowled and turned the page. The next two pages sported a wide variety of circles with different designs and symbols inside, as well as a maddening chaos of notes scribbled in the spaces between them with no apparent rhyme or reason to them, and no indication of which notes went with what circles. Toby shook his head and flipped the page.

On the next page, a tall, hideously gaunt creature stretched from the top of the page to the bottom, but took up less than half the width. Its pallid, hairless gray skin (ew) was covered intermittently in strips of filthy brown cloth. Its single bulging eye stared out of the page.

GORGOROK

_ Could find little on this creature. Possible Phobophage demon. Certainly_ looks_like it feeds on fear. Last sighting Prague, 1225 AD. Coincidence? Hard to say. True name_ (more of the weird symbols) but seeing as it came from a drunk steamboat captain, who can say as to its veracity? Use with great caution.

Toby glanced at Tina, who turned to face her smaller friend. The snow leopard's puffy-cheeked face was uncomfortably close to Toby's. His tummy tingled again. He could smell the stink of cigarette smoke still on her breath from earlier, but he found he didn't mind. "This," Tina said solemnly, "is the coolest thing I've ever seen."

Toby smiled in spite of himself. "Yeah. Scary, but... cool."

Tina leaned her head against Toby's shoulder and resumed stroking his wing. God, she was so weird. Was he weird for liking it? He probably was. Everybody thought he was weird, maybe they were right. Toby sighed and flipped a few more pages, then stopped as his breath caught in his throat.

"Whoa!" Tina breathed. "That's a demon? I thought demons were all ugly." She scowled. "Wait, girls can have wieners?? Nobody told me girls could have wieners."

Sketched on the page, a thick-hipped wolf woman with curling ram horns, large, exposed breasts, dark ridges of graceful-looking bone protruding from her brow and elbows, leered out suggestively from the page. A thick red erection jutted out from between her legs, complete with a bulging knot. Toby started shaking.

LILITH

_ Ancient corruption demon. Said to devour men's souls through coitus. Probably malarkey. More likely she simply sustains through sexual congress like any other succubus. May also be an Oneiromancer. Summon with extreme caution. True name_ (more weird symbols).

"I want a wiener," Tina grumbled. "Then I could pee standing up. You know how gross the toilets are in the girl's bathroom? Well... the guy ones are probably gross too. But at least you guys have urinals to--" She stopped, frowning at Toby. "What's up with you?"

Toby swallowed down bile and pointed a shaky finger at the sultry wolf.

"That's her," he whispered.

Tina blinked. "That's who?"

"T-the demon. From my d-d-dream." He stared at the familiar thing sticking out between her legs. It didn't look so big in the picture as it had the past few nights when he'd seen it. It sure felt bigger when it went in him.

Tina looked uncertainly from the wolf demon to her friend and back. "Oookay," she said dubiously. He'd told Tina about the demon, sure, but none of the details. He was too embarrassed. He was also really glad there was a book on his lap right now. Mom had said what was happening down there was the Devil's work and he needed to not do it, but he didn't know how to make them go away. Maybe that was why the wolf-demon had come after him: punishment.

He looked away guiltily and stared out the window at the orange cream sky. His father would be home soon, and Mom would tell him about the bullies, and he'd be in trouble all over again. He felt tears welling up and blinked hard to make them go away. "Hey."

Toby turned to Tina, who wrapped her arms around him and squeezed him tight. Toby let out a startled "ulp!" and awkwardly returned the gesture. Why was Tina being so nice all of a sudden? It worried him. "I'm sorry I didn't believe you," she said, nuzzling her soft, poofy cheek fur against his neck.

Now he was really glad there was a book on his lap.

"Uh," Toby wheezed. "I-it's okay." Her left paw rested dangerously low on his back, near the waistline of his jeans. He clung to the soft cotton of her blouse and thanked the heavens she couldn't see how red his cheeks had gotten. The fur on his own cheeks was so short, his blushes could actually be seen, and he hated it.

Tina didn't release him from the hug, slowly running her right paw up and down his spine. Toby swallowed, feeling wildly uncomfortable. But, if he was being completely honest, it also felt really nice, like when she stroked his wings. Still, the sensations it was causing made him squirm, so he pulled away, cringing in preparation for Tina's anger. Instead, she looked... disappointed.

"Sorry," Toby said reflexively.

Tina shrugged. "For what?"

"For..." He rubbed his arm, unsure how to respond. "For uh... nothing. I guess. Never mind."

Tina cleared her throat and turned back to the book in their lap. Toby glanced up at her, then shyly extended his arm into her lap. She grinned and snatched it, resuming her light strokes on his wing.

Really,really glad there was a book in his lap.

* * *

Toby lay in bed, staring up at the dark ceiling, shaking from head to toe. Despite the cool October breeze through his cracked window, he had his sheets thrown off him and his pajamas off, nothing but his boxer briefs covering him. Even still, his fur was sticky with sweat. He was exhausted after three days of lousy sleep and an afternoon spent running from bullies, but he fought sleep off tooth and nail. He wanted to get on his Xbox and distract himself with some Minecraft, but his parents would see the light under his door for sure. At least his dad hadn't chewed him out about the incident with Damien and Patch. All he'd said was, "We'll discuss it tomorrow." He'd been granted a reprieve, and he'd gladly take it.

There was no reprieve here, though. His eyelids felt heavy, and no matter how much he sweated from the dread, he felt his blinks get a little longer each time. The thing he dreaded was coming whether he wanted it to or not. Maybe she won't come tonight, he thought with meager hope. She couldn't visit him _every_night, right?

Right?

After almost an hour of staring at the ceiling trying to evade the inevitable, Toby drifted off to sleep.

* * *

Toby opened his eyes and immediately tried to scream, but no sound escaped his lips save a near-silent, breathy whimper. His body was frozen, limbs limp and unresponsive. It was as if every muscle in his body had failed at once. His eyes darted down to the foot of his bed, where a shadow loomed in the moonless dark of his bedroom. The shadow stepped forward, taking shape into a curvy wolf, her copper fur accentuated with streaks of dark brown down the outsides of her arms and legs, her shaggy tail swishing playfully behind her. Her naked breasts were large and unnaturally perky, two copper barbells pierced through the nipples, and a huge fuzzy sheath drooped between her legs, the balls of them seeming to be nearly half the size of Toby's head. Black ram horns curled back from the top of her forehead, and bony protrusions jutted from her brows and elbows.

The bat pup let out another noiseless moan.

"Hey Toby!" she said cheerfully, waving and giving him a big wolfy grin. "Ready for tonight's session?"

Tears streamed from Toby's eyes as he struggled to make any part of his body move. Nothing happened.

"Aw," Lilith said as she bounded over to the side of his bed and sat down. "Hey, c'mon. Don't cry, please? I'm just doing my job. And it's fun! Right? It feels nice, doesn't it?"

Toby didn't respond. Couldn't. But even if he could, he would never tell her that when her wiener went in his butt, when it stretched and hurt really bad, part of him also thought it felt kind of good, too. Even if she was nice to him, he'd never admit that.

But he couldn't anyway, he was utterly paralyzed. Even coherent thought was hard. He tried to scream at her to leave him alone, stop, don't put it in his bum again, but he said none of those things.

Lilith ran one paw through his matted, sweat-soaked chest fur. Her ministrations might have been soothing, were it not for the fact that an angry red tip was starting to poke out of her sheath as she rubbed him. "Did I start too rough?" she asked sweetly. "I think I started too rough. Let's try something softer tonight, yeah? Work our way back up to anal. It's gonna be hard for me to contain myself though. Damn, that's a good tush." Her other paw dipped under his bum and gave one cheek a squeeze. Despite all his best efforts, not an inch of him stirred--except in his underwear.

Lilith didn't miss it. She yanked them down and off him in one swift motion, and his small penis sprang up, bobbing once before flopping against his tummy fur. Lilith licked her lips. "So cute! Look how little it is. I bet it's gonna get a lot bigger in a couple years, though. Hmm." She trailed one sharp nail gently along the underside, stopping to poke his glans, making the head peek through his foreskin.

Toby whimpered again and started praying. He'd never really understood religion, or why Mom was so vehement about it. He thought the idea of some great big all-seeing bat in the sky was kind of freaking terrifying. Not as terrifying as the wolf-demon molesting him, though, so he figured he'd try it. Couldn't hurt.

Unsurprisingly, nothing happened. Lilith just kept running her nail up and down his little shaft. Then she wrapped her paw around it and started slowly stroking up and down. God, it felt amazing. Somewhere in Toby's brain, he knew it wasn't supposed to feel this good. It was supposed to be evil, Mom had said so. He tried again to force his limbs to move, but nothing did. His penis twitched hard in her hand, and he knew soon it would tingle all over and feel really good. Usually after that happened, he slept better. Not when the wolf-demoness was doing it, though.

Lilith looked around. "Your room is really boring, dude," she said, not stopping her strokes. "You need like, some band posters or something."

Unsurprisingly, Toby didn't respond.

Her gaze eventually fell on the leather book on the floor, and her paw immediately stopped stroking him. Toby was both infinitely relieved and shamefully disappointed. Then a new terror seized him: if she'd stopped at the sight of the book, she probably knew what it was. Would she be angry? Oh god, please don't be angry, please don't hurt me...

Lilith gently picked up the musty old book and lovingly stroked the cover. "Ah, Nikolas," she murmured. She sounded... sad? Toby didn't even know demons could _get_sad. "You old fool. I told you not to mess with planar magic. You never listened." A single tear fell from her eye and down her fur. Of all the things Toby had dreaded happening when she saw the book, this was definitely not one of them.

Lilith stared morosely at the book for a long time, seeming to forget Toby was even there, still limp with terror next to her. Finally, she set the book down and turned back to Toby. "Please don't use that book," she said. Toby was now confused as well as terrified. Lilith sounded paradoxically nice when she came to torment him--chipper, even. Now she sounded serious... and maybe a little scared. Which only scared Toby more. He felt warmth leak out of his erect penis, making more tears stream down his face.

"Oh!" Lilith said. "You poor thing, you made a mess." Her muzzle clamped down on his penis, taking the little member into her mouth and suckling gently, drinking down his urine as he watched in fascinated horror. Once he'd emptied his bladder down her throat, she licked her lips, then lapped at the pee in his fur, even the small puddle that had made it down to his bedsheets before she'd caught it. "Mm," she murmured. "You should probably drink more water, kiddo. But thanks for that." She moved up his body, planting licks on his tummy, nipples, and neck, before reaching his snout. His jaw was still slack with fear, and she pushed her tongue into his mouth. It tasted terrible, the way pee smelled, but his wiener bobbed and throbbed even harder nonetheless.

Lilith finally pulled away from him and resumed her tummy rub. "I really like you, Toby," she muttered. "I'm sorry I scare you. I really don't mean to. I'm just doing my job. I mean--I like my job, I like doing naughty things to you. But I don't like being scary." She studied him thoughtfully for a few moments.

Toby studied her back. Did she mean that? Certainly, she was always upbeat and chipper in these dreams. (Were they dreams? Toby wasn't sure. He usually didn't have so many sensations in dreams. Maybe he just wished that they weren't real.) Maybe she really didn't mean to be scary. And he definitely liked the things she did to him, even if he didn't like that he was so powerless when they happened.

God, the not moving! Being frozen like this was the worst feeling in the world. The helplessness of it... A hitching sob escaped his lips.

Lilith sighed and said, "I'll tell you what. If you can sort out my True Name, and speak it aloud, you'll have complete power over me. Figure that out and you can make me stop." She leaned down and licked his penis. "If you want me to stop." She rubbed one finger up and down his naked butt crack, making him swallow dryly and utter a shuddering, breathy moan that was almost silent. He wasn't sure he did want her to stop. He just wanted to be able to move...

"I'll give you your first hint," Lilith said as the finger pressed against his tailhole. This one didn't have a sharp nail, thankfully, but it still hurt when the tip pushed past his anus. He whimpered again as her thick red erection crept steadily out of her sheath. "Look for Nikolas's other works. You won't find them at the library, but if you can find a copy of his journals, you can start deciphering the symbols. That's only the first step to learning a creature's True Name, though."

She pushed her finger roughly into Toby's rectum, moving it in and out in a quick rhythm. "That's all for lessons," she growled, licking her lips. "Now we play." Toby felt sick to his stomach, knowing he'd be shivering violently if there was any strength in his muscles whatsoever. He was a limp toy for the demon to play with. She straddled his torso, her thick member bobbing in his face, dripping some clear liquid. "You gave me a drink, now I'll give you one. It'll take me a few minutes though." She pressed the tip into his slack mouth. "Oh, also... Might wanna breathe through your nose, cutie."

She slid her penis against his tongue, up and down, in and out of his mouth, and again he felt his little erection throbbing painfully. He expected her wiener to taste awful, but he was ashamed to realize he liked the heady, musky flavor. He had no more control over his mouth than anywhere else, and at this point he was almost grateful for it--he wasn't sure he wouldn't start sucking on her stiffy if he could.

"Mmf," she moaned, biting her lip. "Fuck, kid, that mouth is so soft. Wish you could move, I want your lips all over it."

Toby tried very hard to pretend he didn't want that, too. He thought hard about wiggling, twitching, any kind of movement; he'd read online that if you could wiggle one part of your body during a night terror, it would break the paralysis and end the dream. But he was having a tough time concentrating on moving anything with this big slab of wolf meat in his mouth. The little bat gagged as Lilith pushed deeper down his throat. "Toby," she breathed. "Toby. Suck me, Toby." He blushed furiously at the words, staring up at her bouncing breasts as she pushed more of herself into his mouth. He gagged again, hard, feeling his eyes water and his tummy clench. The tingles started building in his nuts, even without any stimulation from Lilith. Was that some kind of sorcery? Had she used magic on him? He'd always wanted to believe magic was real. Maybe it was, though he found it less fun than he'd hoped, if that was the case.

Lilith grabbed his messy black hair and shoved her penis down his gullet. His throat contracted around her girth as he gagged even harder than before, and he realized with horror that if she kept up, he was going to puke. Oh god, please don't make me puke, please don't... The tears streaming from his eyes weren't just from gagging anymore.

Thankfully, Lilith suddenly stopped humping his mouth and shuddered, her paws grasping and stroking his hair as she pushed as far down his throat as she could go. He gagged again, but not quite hard enough to lose his dinner, then something hot started filling his throat. "Swallow," she begged in a tremulous voice. "Oh fuck, swallow sweetie. Drink my cum. Please..."

Toby obeyed, mostly on reflex, gulping over and over. She pulled back from him until her erection rested on his tongue and she spilled the warm, sticky fluid all over his mouth. "Unh! Taste it! Taste it, Toby! Do you like it?" The gooey mess squirted over and over from her into his mouth. It tasted bitter and salty, and had an unbelievably potent smell.

Toby gulped it all down reflexively as it slid down his throat. He remembered hearing some of the bigger boys in the locker room talking about "jizzing," making sticky stuff come out of your penis when you played with it long enough. Toby had never done that, but he suspected that's what Lilith had just done to him.

A new horror dawned on him as he savored the flavor of Lilith's load as it slid down his gullet: he'd liked it. A lot. Now his penis tingled all over, the cub humping the air instinctively as the tight pleasure pulsed through his erection. Then it began to fade, spreading a tingling warmth across his tummy and thighs as his penis shrank down.

Lilith waddled backward on her knees and sat right down on his crotch, letting his soft little mound where his erection had just been slide up and down her butt crack. The fur there was silky and warm, and Toby closed his eyes as she gyrated her hips. "You are so sweet, Toby. I can't wait until you learn my True Name and make me do anything you want." Eyes still closed, Toby felt her tongue slip into his mouth again, licking at his teeth and gums, under his tongue; he realized she was cleaning his mouth. "Mm. I taste so good, don't I?"

Yes, she did. Toby whimpered.

"Goodnight, cutie," she said. "Tomorrow we'll get back to that cute butt of yours."

Toby's big toe wiggled, and the world faded back to darkness.