{"sf1_id":1661854,"sf2_id":"k1VN2BA1","title":"Another Day on the Job","author":"Vaunmutt","words":7331,"posted_at":"2020-12-17T05:14:00.000Z","tags":["Demon","Rat","Renamon","Size Difference","Small dom big sub","intersex"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1661854-another-day-on-the-job","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/k1VN2BA1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/e1/5e/e15e2dc5-4cc4-4d82-983a-82caa5340d74","description":"#2 of Commissioned Work\n\nPro Tip: To defeat the Cyberdemon, fuck its brains out until it can't maintain its corporeal form. Also, my IT professor is screaming out there, somewhere, because I said \"ethernet cable\" instead of \"RJ-45 STP Cable\".\nI had a blast writing this one for strikeanywhere and their demonic Rena!","content":"The monitor emitted a faint glow as the system powered on, fans spinning up as the gentle whirr and click of a hard drive barely bit over the din of idle office chatter. The creak of a plastic office chair held together by little more than hex screw and hope blot out those minutiae as the hefty husky sat down at his desk for the start of the day's work - his \"World's Okayest Boss\" mug steaming from the boiling-hot coffee recently poured into it. Taking care to type in his password such that nobody could see, he logged in to see something.. odd. Well, other than the fact that those TPS reports he'd requested the day before _weren't_\u0026nbsp;sitting next to his keyboard.\n\nHis desktop background - what was once a lovely picture of his wife and kids from a recent fishing trip - had changed into a void of pure blackness, with the faintest hint of red hidden within behind the soft shadowing of various icons. Scratching at his chin, he quickly dismissed it as a simple glitch, turning about to talk to someone who'd just walked into his office. Beneath the sound of their inane conversation about golf, a quiet whisper rung out, barely reaching his ears - a shiver running down his spine. He glanced back at the screen, only to spy something that caused him to scream.. and then promptly rip his pants off in a sudden fit. The shocked employee quickly rushed from the scene to call.. well, he wasn't sure _who_, but probably Anthro Resources.\n\nWith eyes lidded and pupils dilated, the entranced male feverishly pushed his fat sheath against the screen as smoke poured through the display and out every crevice the device had. Humping himself to full, throbbing, crimson mast as thick gooey pre-jizz splashed out onto the surface of it. Behind the pixel-distorting mass of his engorged canine cock _thwapping_\u0026nbsp;against the display - that faint hint of red grew closer and closer to the foreground until a visible, blood-colored maw pushed out from the abyss and opened wide. A lengthy tongue uncoiled and then _leaped_\u0026nbsp;from inside the screen, enshrouding the offered cock and bathing it in steam from the sheer **heat** of it. An echoing grunt resounded through the office; the crowd gathered outside looking on through the glass walls of his office overcome with a lopsided mixture of horror and arousal as a geyser of off-white jizz of truly _otherworldly_\u0026nbsp;proportions burst from the head of his cock and spat into the air - only to swirl about and splash straight into the monitor, dripping inside as those puffs of smoke whirled themselves back within the circuitry and plastic making the machine up.\n\nA low, popping hiss filled the air as Max took a lazy drag from his vape, the sound mingling with the crinkling page-turning of a magazine. It'd been _weeks_\u0026nbsp;since he'd gotten work that wasn't a panicked grandmother terrified she'd just deleted her cherished family photos, only to find she'd just deleted the _shortcuts_. Of course, they wanted _those_\u0026nbsp;back too. Always did. The rat let out a rough sigh along with a cloud of puffy white smoke tinged with the smell of blackberries and menthol, idly kicking his foot against the desk he'd pulled from a thrift store when he started this business in the first place. He was _just_\u0026nbsp;about to call the day a wrap - ignoring the fact that it was only 10 AM - when his phone rang; the sound so startling to the spaced-out rodent he nearly fell backwards on his teetering chair. He scrambled to pick it up, fumbling with it in the air a few times before he slammed it against his ear, huffing and puffing in a mix of excitement and outright surprise.\n\n\"_Glitchbusters Computer Repair! Max speaking; how can I help you?!\"_\n\nHe probably sounded a _bit_\u0026nbsp;more excited than he intended to, but he quickly calmed himself. Can't scare away the scant customers he found, after all!\n\n\"_Uh. Hi. Yeah - you're an IT professional, right?\"_\n\nMax puffed his chest out, putting on a show for absolutely nobody.\n\n_\"One of the best, sir! What sort of problem are you having?\"_\n\nThe man on the other side paused for a moment, the sound of a dry mouth swallowing barely audible on the other end.\n\n_\"..So. Uh. Is that ad you put out, ah.. accurate?\"_\n\nThe rat wrinkled his nose and lifted a brow. ..Which ad? He'd put out _dozens_\u0026nbsp;in the past month alone in cheap penny rags just to get his name out there. The question on his lips was answered before he could even voice it.\n\n\".._The one about you_ **_also_** _\u0026nbsp;being a paranormal expert?\"_\n\n**_God._**\n\n**_Damn it._**\n\nMax gulped down and quickly tried to change the subject.\n\n\"_O-Oh! That one! That, uh, was a_ **_misguided_** _\u0026nbsp;attempt to draw more interest! I don't even know where it came from! Hah! Ha-HA!\"_\n\nThere was a grunt from the other side along with the sound of a hand muffling the receiver, the faint sound of a woman talking barely audible.\n\n_\"Oh. Sorry to bother you, then. We're looking for someone who can uh.. do.. both?\"_\n\nThe man went to hang up the phone when a resounding **yell** \u0026nbsp;cut through from the other side.\n\n**_\"WAAAIT! THAT WAS A JOKE HHAAHA! I CAN DO BOTH, YES!\"_**\n\nAfter recovering from the sudden surprise of such a mighty display of lung power, both the man and the woman nodded.\n\n_\"..You can? Great! We're uh.. having an emergency. Can you get here soon?\"_\n\nMax grinned from ear to ear, hugging the phone to his shoulder as he nodded - again, for the benefit of no one.\n\n\"_Absolutely!\"_\n\nA quick scrawl of an address later, and Max was already loading his supplies into his hatchback. God, though.. what to bring? He didn't really get a _description_\u0026nbsp;of what was going down, so it was probably better to just bring.. everything. He _really_\u0026nbsp;hoped the elevators worked, in that case. He started going down a quick checklist: Incense? _Could be a malevolent spirit!_\u0026nbsp;Holy water? _..Could be demons._ He glanced down at his collected supplies, and spared a quiet look at a sealed black box he kept beneath everything else. He huffed, cracking it open and seeing if everything within was in order, tucking it under his arm when he'd confirmed such.\n\n\"_Really hope this is just a_ normal_\u0026nbsp;case. The last one was, uh.. \"Draining\". Yeah. Let's go with that.\"_\n\nScreeching into the parking lot with little care for staying in the lines, Max quickly stepped out and puffed himself up, trying to look the part of the hero. ..A hero clad in an oversized hoodie and board shorts, replete with matching sandals. He loaded up his gear on a dolley and wheeled his way up the concrete path towards the high-rise office building, garnering.. more than a few looks from the paramedics as they loaded up a dazed husky into an ambulance. Skirting his way past police officers taking statements, the rat made himself available to the first important-looking person he saw. Skirting up to the front desk, he was quickly reminded of one fact about himself: his height. Being a lanky nerd wasn't enough of a curse for him - he also had to be _short._\u0026nbsp;Almost laughably so. He knew rodents weren't the tallest out there on average, but he **had** \u0026nbsp;to be bringing down that number by virtue of existing. Clearing his throat as he reached up and clapped his hand down on the bell, the secretary stirred from her stupor and stood up, glancing down at him. A fetching.. secretary bird _(way to buck the trend)_\u0026nbsp;met his up-tilted gaze with a bit of a startled smile.\n\n_\"O-Oh! Hi! Are you the, uh.._ specialist_?\"_\n\n_Now,_ it'd be for the benefit of somebody! Max puffed his chest out and tried to look as big as he could.\n\n_\"Max Crowley, of Glitchbusters.. uh, Incorporated, at your service!\"_\n\nHe found he couldn't hold that pose as long as he'd _desperately_\u0026nbsp;wanted to, and slowly began to deflate before the avian lass' boring gaze.\n\n\"_..Ah! ..Right. Well, uh, Ms. Jennings is up on the sixth floor, she'll be waiting for you. She's in charge after Mr. Kane's.. incident.\"_\n\nThe rat waited to hear those magic words. The words he _depended_\u0026nbsp;on for jobs like these. Those five, glorious little sounds that lifted his spirits like a cherub unto the heavens.\n\n_\"The elevators are over there!\"_\n\nBliss.\n\nWith a nod, Max turned his dolley around and clicked the buttons required to speed him to his destination. Upon arrival, he was greeted by a sea of blushing faces and barely-concealed smirks. A well-trained eye told him to look for the person surrounded by _other_\u0026nbsp;people, and he quickly found her - though it would've been much easier if he'd been told to look for _antlers_. Ms. Jennings cut a commanding figure as she rallied the shaken workers, her charming voiced entwined with the impressive scale of her physique ensuring she had all eyes on her - especially Max's. Worming his way through the throng of office workers, he pushed himself to the front and found himself skirt-to-face with the smart-dressed elk. She.. didn't even notice him. He glanced around sheepishly for a moment before coughing into his fist, the sudden sound cutting through the chatter and drawing her eyes down to him.\n\n\".._Hello? Can I help you?\"_\n\nSure, being short had its advantages - he was never turned down for rides at local carnivals, for one. And he _definitely_\u0026nbsp;couldn't argue with the viewpoint he was having. The size disparity between them was such that though she was looking clearly down at him, he had to look _up_\u0026nbsp;at her, _through_\u0026nbsp;those hefty mounds on her chest. ..And the discrete bulge showing through her skirt. He really couldn't pick which one he'd _rather_\u0026nbsp;be looking at, but common courtesy dictated the former, at least so he could talk to her.\n\n\"_You called for me? I'm, uh, the.. IT/Paranormal specialist..\"_\n\nQuiet, under-the-breath chuckles pealed out around him. He was used to it by now. Ms. Jennings, however, was _not_\u0026nbsp;chuckling.\n\n_\"_Good!_\u0026nbsp;Its about time you got here. Come, I'll take you to Mr. Kane's office. That's where this all happened.\"_\n\nThe rat happily followed behind, happy both that _someone_\u0026nbsp;here took him seriously, and that he'd get to work his way out of such a mess of people. He always hated crowds. Rounding a corner, Max immediately noticed which of the offices the incident took place in - its windows covered with trash bags to prevent anyone seeing inside, and a nervous-looking janitor stationed without to keep curious salary workers from going in. He'd also noticed that this section of the office was rather more desolate. Only a few workers stayed at their desks here - most of them looking flushed and hunched, with more than a few hands stuffed down between thighs as soft sounds of self-love barely worked into the air. The janitor - a Border Collie - notably sported a hefty mass down tucked up against his waistband that throbbed and shifted poignantly when he changed his footing. Ms. Jennings stopped just short of the door, folding her hands beneath her breasts.\n\n\"_This is where it happened. Mr. Kane came in to work just like everyone else.. He seemed fine. Honestly, I wouldn't've called you if it was just a matter of the man inappropriately working a load out at his desk. Gods know_ I've_\u0026nbsp;done that plenty. No - the reason we called was what the employees around claimed to see. ..Smoke, and a tongue, that seemed to burst right out of the screen. From what I've been able to gather from those who either didn't quit on the spot or hurried themselves to the bathroom for an \"_extended break\", _the strange, phantom muscle jerked him off to such a momentous climax that there's still puddles of the stuff in there - what didn't get_ **_sucked back in with it_** _, that is.\"_\n\nMax, for his part looked.. not shocked. He had a look on his face that almost seemed _dull_. Ms. Jennings thought it strange, certainly, especially when the short rat let loose a resigned sigh.\n\n_\"..So, a sex-fiend.\"_\n\nThe elk furrowed her brow and slowly nodded in slight confusion.\n\n_\"I.. I suppose? If that's what you think it is; you're the expert here.\"_\n\nMax sunk, and returned her nod.\n\n\".._Yeah. Its a sex-fiend. Look.. just. Just clear out of here. I'll get this taken care of. I'll need a wiring diagram of the networking equipment too. Should be a couple of hours, but.._\"\n\nHe couldn't even bear to finish the sentence. His head hung as he stared at his sandal-clad feet. Well, it looks like this _wasn't_\u0026nbsp;going to be an exciting duel between good and evil - or shepherding a lost soul to the other side after centuries of lingering torment. ..Not even a mischievous poltergeist! ..A _sex-fiend._ Just like the last case, and the case before _that._\u0026nbsp;He almost preferred Old Mrs. Smith's Shortcut Restoration Hour to _this._\u0026nbsp;At least that didn't leaved him _chafed, sore, and utterly spent_. Grabbing his dolley and shooing the janitor out of the way, he snatched the diagram from the office-elk's hand and quietly skulked into the shut-off office. Other than the tacky decoration job _(who actually buys those tiny golf holes, anyway?)_ he was immediately struck by the scent of fresh squid, his sandals squishing down into the soaked carpet, footsteps squeaking as he made his way past cum-stained furniture to heft himself up into the office chair. One glance told him that the tower and monitor both were toast; after the demon exerted itself into the machine it either overloaded from its presence or the massive load splashed both across and into it.\n\nHeck.\n\nHe'd have to go crawling around a stuffy wiring closet, now.\n\n**Double heck.**\n\nAfter a truly exhaustive effort of tracking down the building's IT room through the winding corridors of badly-lit back-hallways, Max _finally_\u0026nbsp;trudged through the threshold, his dolley in tow behind him. His sandals were still idly squeaking with cum that he _really_\u0026nbsp;wished he didn't feel between his toes, but the thought escaped him once he took a glance at the room. Something was _definitely_\u0026nbsp;off here - enough so that someone without his special abilities could tell. An otherworldly air hung thick, clinging to the ceiling tiles and spilling through the little holes where plenum-grade cable was punched through - almost thick enough to be seen by the naked eye. Plucking a multitool and a flashlight - and, much to his dismay, the sealed black box - from his assembled tower of supplies, he pushed deeper into the room, the overhead lights growing more and more dim as he passed racks of servers idly humming along. Shining his beam towards the IT managerial desk, he found it both empty -and- stinking just as the office did; the difference being _this computer still worked._\u0026nbsp;\n\nHe hurried over to it and planted himself atop the seat.\n\n\"_Time to confirm my theory, at least. ..Maybe I'm wrong? ..Maybe there's a_ completely unrelated sort of demon that causes people to blow a swimming-pool's worth of cum over a room?_\u0026nbsp;..Probably not, though.\"_\n\nWith a quick glance around, Max confirmed that he was, indeed, alone. Setting the box atop the desk, he cracked it open and rifled around until he found a small, ornate-looking case. With a slight _click_\u0026nbsp;it opened, displaying a series of carved, colored crystals fitted with small silver threaded caps. Leaning back into the cheap-feeling chair, he tugged the hem of his shorts down as a hefty, fleshy **_flop_** \u0026nbsp;filled the air as Max's massive slab of meat slapped down on his thigh. Easily eight inches flaccid, he let out a quiet moan as he tugged back the lengthy, distended foreskin that drooped past the head of his cock and sagged down. Buried within was a thick, silver piercing threaded through his cumslit that faintly shone with a mixture of sweat and what he'd forgotten to shake off after he took a quick trip to the urinal - with a noticeable gap placed in the metal.\n\nPlucking a shimmering purple crystal from the petite case, the rat worked himself slowly to half-mast, pumping that wrist-thick, ill-fitting dick until his plump veins started to work overtime, stuffing blood into that rat-cock until it looked _angry._\u0026nbsp;Standing proud above his crotch at an ass-rending 14 inches, he gripped it tight and made sure that lengthy foreskin was good and back; he'd gotten pinched doing this before and he wasn't about to repeat _that_\u0026nbsp;event. Carefully threading the crystal into position, it audibly **snapped** \u0026nbsp;into place and began to faintly glow, a warmth spreading through the piercing and into his girthy meat until he let his head loll back in shameless bliss. He enjoyed it _just_\u0026nbsp;long enough to feel guilty about it, a shake running down his spine as his fleshy tail twitched. Now, he'd play the waiting game. While also playing the \"you're on the job, don't just jerk off\" game. That one was arguably more fun.\n\nStaring at the screen for a few minutes until the colors began to blur together and he had to rub his eyes to make sure they were still working properly, Max grumbled beneath his breath as he swiveled the chair to face away from the computer.\n\n_Why isn't this working? The crystal alone should be_ plenty_\u0026nbsp;of bait for a lust demon, let alone the fact that I haven't tugged one out in three days.._\n\nHe was forced to turn back outward when he heard the door handle click, only for a familiar and wholly _unwelcome_\u0026nbsp;figure to bend down just to fit inside. Ms. Jennings was mid-sentence, asking the rat how his investigation was going when she gasped and gawped at his fat boner.\n\n\"_Th-This is..! Wh.. Do you take me for a fool?!\"_\n\nHe let loose another tired, ragged sigh. Not the first time he had to explain what he was doing. He nonchalantly pressed his cheek into the palm of his hand and talked like he _didn't_\u0026nbsp;have a cervix-knocker of a hard-on standing up half-way to his throat.\n\n\"_Look, I know this looks bad, but this is all a part of the investigation. If its a sex-fiend, I have to.. y'know,_ give it some sex_\u0026nbsp;to lure it out so I can exercise it properly._\"\n\nThe elk stamped a hoof and folded her arms, glancing away with a faint heat in her cheeks and a definite tent poking faintly against her skirt. She pointed a sheepish finger towards Max, her eyes going wide as she exclaimed.\n\n\"_Wh- What is_ **_that_** _?I\"_\n\nHe glanced down at himself, looking at the crystal.\n\n\"_This? Its an crystal of desire. I whittled it down into a fitting for my cock piercing so I co-\"_\n\nShe _promptly_\u0026nbsp;interrupted him.\n\n_\"No you idiot! I'm talking about THAT!\"_\n\nHe followed he gaze and quickly swiveled around, only to be met by what could only be described as a _mountain_\u0026nbsp;of titflesh, pressed up against the screen and moving like a scene from a cheap porno involving a car wash - the stiff, rounded peaks of those red-black nipples dimpling the screen outwards where they shifted. Max was taken aback - not by the surprise of seeing a demon, but the sheer _heft_\u0026nbsp;of them, and this was just what he could _see._\u0026nbsp;He gulped, scooting himself back quickly as he stamped on the power strip below, the monitor going black as the computer whirred down with the sudden lack of juice, the dents on the screen persisting despite the demon's temporary banishment. \"_Well then.\"_\n\nThe elk stammered, pressing herself against one of the server racks partly in fear and partly to hide the unmistakable boner she'd gotten from the enthralling sight of those hell-bent udders.\n\n_\"Bu-.. th.. A.. A demon? I - Its really a d-demon?!\"_\n\nCalmly nodding, Max idly thumbed his pendulous nuts scrunched up against his taint by his waistband.\n\n\"_Mhm. Unfortunately, you've got yourself an infection. Or.. something. I'm still not sure what to call it. Digital.. desire, demon. Sure. Let's go with that.\"_\n\nJennings was struck by how.. nonplussed he was by what had just happened. Truly, she was glad she'd called _him_\u0026nbsp;and not that Mack Dagans from _Spirit Quests._\u0026nbsp;He was actually _first_\u0026nbsp;on the list, but she kept getting voicemail. Here, though, she had an _expert._\u0026nbsp;Shakily agreeing with her own internal dialogue, the elk folded her hands down tight over the front of her skirt, wincing as she folded her erection up beneath her blouse until the head of it scantly peeked past the top of her cleavage.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\"_W-Well! You.. you seem to have things in control here! ..I'll just.. be.. going now! Yep! I'll tell everyone to leave you be! And I'll be.. in my office, if you need anything! Just, uh.. knock? Several times.\"_\n\nThe obvious nervous arousal she felt wasn't lost on Max; he'd be more surprised if she showed _no_\u0026nbsp;reaction to that Mardi-Gras-From-Hell style flashing. He swiveled his chair around and kicked both sandals and shorts free on his way to click the lock shut on the door. He'd be having no interruptions this time. They'd only be put in danger - and _he'd_\u0026nbsp;only be embarrassed beyond all belief if what came next was going to be seen. When he said \"exorcise\" he really should've said \"sexorcise\" - because that's what he now had to do.\n\nHe had to sexorcise this fuck-demon.\n\n**Triple heck.**\n\nCoughing from an unexpected cloud of dust after flinging open the door to an ill-cleaned wiring rack, Max clenched his teeth down on the flashlight held there, glancing about the exchange blocks for the telltale signs and symbols he was looking for. Wispy streaks of incense hung low in the air - merely for the stuffy, unpleasant smell of warm, running electronics - and there was barely a sound save his idle working and the gentle hum of dozens of overworked blades. He had checked and double-checked _every_\u0026nbsp;closet in here save two, and he was quickly worried he'd have to muck around in the exchange down in the basement to find what he was _really_\u0026nbsp;looking for. That fear was dispelled the instant he unlatched the next, the door creaking open on its own accord as soon as he'd undone the lock. _There it was_. It was a sight he was frustratingly used-to by this point in the line of work he'd chose. Ethernet cabling assembled in an upside-down star formation, surrounded by a thin circle of fiber-optic wiring.\n\nA pentagram. ..A.. cyber-pentagram. But not really _cyber_, because it was physi-\n\n_Not the time to get bogged down in technicality_\u0026nbsp;- he thought.\n\nPlucking the.. _slightly_\u0026nbsp;saliva-stained light from his maw, Max shined it down into the depths. Just the one. A quick, reaffirming nod, and he set to task. Clenching down on the first cable, he winced as the socket it was plugged into seemed to _moan_\u0026nbsp;upon its removal, the capped end of it dribbling a few drops of milky-white fluid as it seemed to deflate in his hand. Feeling a discomforted shiver roll down his back, he dropped it and quickly **yanked** \u0026nbsp;the rest out, the sudden motion resulting in an impromptu groan pouring out from the machinery as the ports themselves seemed to _quiver_\u0026nbsp;in unholy taint. Each of the cables twitched and _throbbed_\u0026nbsp;in his grip and, learning from the first, he aimed the ends away as a gangbang-bukakke's worth of cyber-cum spat from each end. As soon as the pentagram was broken, he could _feel_ a shift in the room's energy. Each of the overhead lights blinkered and flicked as the rat glanced about for any sign of manifestation, taking this time to hurry over to the desk to replace his piercing.\n\n_Okay, okay. This is.. probably the most powerful sex demon you've yet encountered Max.._\n\nHe looked back over his shoulder, hurriedly twisting the new crystal out - the warm red sphere making his cock bounce harder the more it screwed into place.\n\n_Just be calm. Be cool. You can -do- this. You're, like, the be-_\u0026nbsp;\"yaAGH! ....fffffuck...\"\n\nHe winced, unscrewing the piercing a bit and forcefully tugging his cockshroud back. He was _especially_\u0026nbsp;relieved nobody else was in the room now. At least, he _thought_\u0026nbsp;nobody else was. The rat was just about to turn about to check for a portal when a voice slithered through the air, worming into his ears like a lubed-up snake.\n\n**_\"Awh. Come, let me kiss it better~.\"_**\n\nGulp.\n\n**Triple heck, plus one**.\n\nMax rounded on his heels and struck.. a pose of sorts, he didn't really know what it was, and to explain it would reveal just how much of a dork he really is. What was important, though, is that his cock was _thrust_\u0026nbsp;forward, presented like a sharpened spear to the foe. He grit his teeth as he gazed upon her.. well, voluptuous didn't quite do it justice. She was **_fucking obscene_**. Sagging, full tits that seemed to wobble with promises of sweet, demonic milk from those puffy teats. A piercing crimson gaze outlined with markings that resembled the running mascara one might find on a well-paid whore after a blowbang, framed with sharp horns that curved up to better emphasize the same symbol on her brow that he'd seen in the wiring rack. And that was just _up top_. Further down, as he let his eyes wander, he was met by thighs he was _sure_\u0026nbsp;had crushed skulls before, providing the perfect staging ground for that fleshy, heat-seeking missile that hung relatively dormant between her legs.\n\nMax thought _he_ was well-endowed, but even were their heights comparable, she'd still put him to shame; the cyberfiend's drooping, **sweaty** \u0026nbsp;dick was truly a sight to behold. Endowed with more foreskin than he was and leaving a snail-trail of dickmusk-infused sweat beneath her, the sagging shaft was seemingly outlined by pencil-thick veins that wormed beneath the surface of her flesh like something out of a horror movie. Dangling _low_\u0026nbsp;beneath that dick were fat, churning nuts that drooped down nearly to her knees, each one radiating enough heat that he could feel his skin start to prickle from the slow uptick in temperature of the room; everything wrapped in a package the color of dried blood accented with bright crimson fur-fluffs and the deep, light-devouring black of her bare flesh. For even an experienced demon-hunter, such a sight - such a raw, unabashed display of infernal sexuality - would be enough to send them to their knees. But Max was no ordinary demon-hunter.\n\nHe was a shut-in who went to community college, hung out with his weird uncle Aleister and, most importantly - had an _extensive_\u0026nbsp;porn collection. This? This was _nothing_\u0026nbsp;compared to some of the visual novels he had on one of his many hard drives. He steeled himself and narrowed his gaze, gathering his voice as he pointed something -other- than a dick at her; his finger.\n\n\"_Vile creature born of depravity and data, you stand before your doom!\"_\n\nIt always sounded cooler in his head.\n\n\"_I don't know who summoned you, but they've hired me to make sure you don't cause any more.. uh, sudden semen eruptions on company time!\"_\n\nYeah, still cooler in his head.\n\nThe demon was still for a moment, then broke out into a fit of open laughter that made her generous assets bounce and wobble as her bushy tail flit out behind her.\n\n_\"_ **_Oh, you are_**  **too**** _\u0026nbsp;funny. And what makes you think you can stand before such a monument to sin and want as me? I, who have guzzled the seed of man for a thousand years! I, who have supped upon the nectar of maidens and tasted the sweat of kings since before your grandfather's grandfather's grandfather's grandfather was adrift within his father's balls? I invite you, mortal, to come and sink into my bosom and drink deep of my seed. Join me in debauchery and degeneracy so that you might taste this goddess before you!.\"_**\n\nThat was a little gross to think about - so he didn't think about it. Rather than replying with words, he instead opted to roll up his sleeves and get to work, by literally rolling up his sleeves. When the demon saw what was beneath, she quickly went quiet. On the bare flesh of his arms were intricate woven lines of ink that stretched up from wrist to collarbone - each arm bearing a different incantation in a language Max didn't even know how to read. Even his Uncle was guessing a little bit when he wrote it all down for him. But, even if there _were_\u0026nbsp;a few typos in there, it always seemed to work. Those eldritch tattoos were what made him the best around (in the tri-county area, at least) and the fact alone that it caused this horny fuck-fiend to take a half-step back was enough to dispel any lingering doubts about its efficacy.\n\n**_\"I-Impossible! Th-those are the markings of He Who Cums! Th-... The Wombslayer!\"_**\n\n_..The_ **_what_** _? That was a new one. Huh._\n\nSpreading his toes out on the warm tile beneath his feet, Max threw caution to the wind and charged forward, holding his arms out in front of him as he aimed for his first target; those pendulous teats sagging down from her chest. He leaped upon the office chair and sprung forth, landing hands-first against the demon's chest. His fingers sunk _deep_\u0026nbsp;into those fleshy mounds of fun, his grip faltering from the sweat beading on her skin until he found the purchase he'd need to clench down around her nipples. Still in the air, he landed with a resounding _thud_\u0026nbsp;- he might've sprained his ankle - and pulled down with him. The intricate runes on his arms glowed to life - the light spreading down into his fingertips as the fuckfiend let loose a howling moan that seemed to warm the air around her. She shivered down to the floor, hunched down over Max as he pumped and kneaded those massive teats, aggressively milking her as one might a particularly robust goat. Creamy, heady, _thick_\u0026nbsp;fluid began to run down his fingers as she convulsed against his grip, a slow wisp of smoke beginning to pour from her nostrils as she tried to fight back against the magical assault - to little avail.\n\nDodging the ferocious need-humping of the demon as the incantations carved into his flesh worked to sap her strength, he could feel his own arousal begin to swell - though not from any specific _part_\u0026nbsp;or _sensation_, or even from the undeniably powerful aura she gave off that _most definitely_\u0026nbsp;had everyone on the same floor as him feverishly fistfucking whatever genitals they had to explosive, shameless climaxes. No, unfortunately for him - or perhaps fortunately, if one were the pragmatic sort - it was solely from the _draining_\u0026nbsp;effect his magical tattoos had on creatures of otherworldly design. He could feel the power slowly sapping out of her as he twisted and squeezed those fist-thick milk-taps and siphoning off towards the enchanted piercing he wore down below. Where the last was a crystalline fragment of pure, concentrated _desire_, this was a shard of infernal lodestone - a hellish mineral known in the occult world for its uncanny ability to draw and contain the energies a demonic spawn needed to stay manifested in the corporeal realm. It had the.. interesting side-effect of giving _him_\u0026nbsp;some of that energy, his cock feeling so stiff he swear he could've fucked a hole into the wall.\n\n**_\"R-Release me, foul hunter! I-I will cease this! Ghh.. Hnnh.. I- I will slide back into my realm, never to b-bhhhh... hhhhnhahhh.. bother a mortal! I beg of you!\"_**\n\nMax wasn't too convinced. He'd heard fear-compelled promises like this before, and he knew them to be empty and hollow. Regardless, he _would_\u0026nbsp;have to release her soon. His hands were starting to cramp up from the death-grip he was holding on her milk-slick teats. With a flourish he'd certainly seen in some anime, he let go and took a bounding step back, landing in a pose he _really_\u0026nbsp;wish someone saw. He'd look _so_\u0026nbsp;cool. The demoness let loose a resounding gasp, the sound a mixture of pleasure and abject relief as she fell to her knees - her cock drooling copious pre-jizm onto the floor that steamed and bubble in the open air, each _throb_\u0026nbsp;of her fat piece sending a gooey lance of it feet out in front of her. Panting, she turned those crimson eyes upwards only to find that Max.. wasn't there anymore. Fear overcame her which quickly morphed to panic as she felt a hand slide across that sweating shelf of an ass that jut out behind her.\n\nThe rat furrowed his brow. He.. wasn't expecting _that_. Rather than stay content to be buried between those mountainous buttocks, the fuck-fiend's asshole had swollen out to an utterly _obscene_\u0026nbsp;state, like an overproofed doughnut glistening with oil, ready for the fryer. Just as the demon was rearing itself up to begin a counterattack, Max hefted his hand up and brought it down with a deafening **crack** \u0026nbsp;of flesh-on-flesh, the hellspawn's buttock sent into a wobbling fit as the imprint of his hand shone on the surface of her flesh. A hellish, whorish moan and a puff of smoke oozed from her drooling maw as she reeled in mingling bliss and agony from the strike - the enchantment adding threat to what would normally be a pleasant sensation. Plucking a bottle he'd hastily snatched from the kangaroo pocket on his hoodie, he held it up like a trophy.. mostly to ensure he'd grabbed the _right_ bottle. \"Oh Good Lord! - Holy Water-based lubricant\". He _had_! Though.. based on just how _blown out, puffy, and sweat-lubed_\u0026nbsp;her hole was, he doubt he strictly _needed_\u0026nbsp;it. Still, better safe than sorry. He uncapped the flask and tilted it down, pouring a glistening, vibrant stream of clear goop onto his engorged prick. Flecks of it managed to go awry and land against that donut where it sizzled and popped like water on a hot burner.\n\nHe pressed himself up, initially hotdogging that puffed-out shitpipe, grinding the throbbing, pulsing underside of his fattened pissvein against it - just to spread that lube around. Each subtle motion of his dick - even down to his heart pumping in those swollen veins - pulled an echoing groan from the fuck-fiend, his slow uptick in breathing and occasional hitch betraying his arousal. Sure, he might be jaded, but there was no denying the fact that blowing a thick, saved-up load of chunky ballbatter balls-deep inside a sex-demon's ass was an enjoyable experience! The hellbent spawn began to speak in a token attempt at begging, but quickly found her efforts wasted as that piercing-clad mushroom started to push inside - the combination of blessed lube and sapping gem felt immediately. While Max let out a subtle, quiet _huff_\u0026nbsp;of excitement-laden breath upon pushing up inside of her, the fuck-fiend began to **howl** \u0026nbsp;like a banshee - if said banshee was a _fucking slut_. The air seemed to bend and shimmer where her smoke-laden breath touched it, her gaped maw and unfurled tongue pouring drool onto the floor as she barked like a bitch clawing for a knot. That thick tail hiked itself up as Max gripped down _tight_\u0026nbsp;onto her buttocks, the enchantments giving him a measure of leverage against her obscenely-jiggling mounds while he fed that demon-felling dick deep inside the fiend's rectum, his choice of lubrication both giving him a measure of protection from the _sweltering_\u0026nbsp;infernal heat of her innards and serving to weaken her.\n\nLoud _scraping_\u0026nbsp;filled the air as the demon claws at the tile floor, scoring deep gashes as she tried to wrench herself away - to free herself from this huntsman's grasp and to escape back into the mainframe - but she was so.. _weak_. So _powerless_. It was.. an exquisite sensation, one of entwined fear, submission, and outright sexual bliss that she'd never been privy to before. It might very well be her end if she gave into it - let it _consume_\u0026nbsp;her..\n\n**_\"Ghnhhh.. Fhh-I, I will, make you a llh.. l-lord! A baron of he-ehhhhffff.. Hell! R-Rule, with me! I - I will pleasure y-ghhh! You - fo-for all the days left in thisss.. this universe!\"_**\n\n..It _was_\u0026nbsp;a little tempting. But, nah. He liked living in his apartment. Plus, if he was in _hell_, how would he watch the newest season of that anime he was following? They don't have torrents down there.. _did they?_\n\nHe gave his reply with a resounding **slam** \u0026nbsp;of his hips forward, the piercing spearing forth like a javelin and landing oh-so-conveniently right against her prostate. The demon _immediately_\u0026nbsp;devolved into a gibbering wreck, her pleas dissipating into so much shameless, baseless noise. Her eyes had lolled up into her skull and her unfurled tongue was _dangerously_\u0026nbsp;close to shorting out a server cluster with the puddle it was creating. The comparatively diminutive plumes of black, acrid mist pouring from her throat were replaced by a furnace's worth of ashy, coal-black smoke that began to fill the air just beneath the ceiling tiles. Hunched over and practically laid across her ass, Max began to hump into her pillowy, searing-hot donut with gusto, his height perfectly lining him up with the plumped-up hole and his prodigious dick-heft giving him _all_\u0026nbsp;the leverage he'd need to get this job done. Wrenching her cheeks apart and clapping down on them with each hand in a staggered rhythm, the rat began a blistering pace of dick-deep thrusts that sent his plump nuts clapping into the beast's taint and sagged-out ballbag with punishing **thwaps** \u0026nbsp;that nearly drowned out her wordless cries of pleasure.\n\nDeep within, his piercing was _grinding_\u0026nbsp;down against her prostate, boring into it like a diamond-tipped drill as he drew power directly from the well of her strength, her cock beginning to go limp but losing none of its sheer _girth_ as it belched out a slow stream of chunky, yellowed nutbutter with weak _throbs_\u0026nbsp;and pulses. Max, for all of his gusto, was.. quickly finding himself near his limit. Not quite a two-pump chump but neither a champion racehorse, he grit his teeth and let loose an almost cute grunt as he sighed out and hefted himself up from her backside. Slowing his pace but losing none of his power, he used what remaining stamina he had to deliver a punishing salvo of thrusts deep into her core, his willpower quickly being eroded by the fiend's sporadic clenching and _wringing_\u0026nbsp;of his cock - her p-spot throbbing up against his sensitive underside with progressively weaker jolts until he could scarcely take it much longer. He drew back until his cock **popped** \u0026nbsp;free, nuts and crotch absolutely _soaked_\u0026nbsp;by demonic sweat that clung to flesh - thick webs of uncomfortably-warm goo connecting pelvis-to-pelvis and nuts-to-nuts, only to snap moments later and dribble down over the contours of his sack to coat the floor in yet more unholy juices.\n\nPanting just as hard as the demon was by this point, the lanky nerd could feel that coil of pressure winding up behind his cock - his balls slowly climbing their way up towards his puffy taint for that blissful, drawn-out release. Gulping down saliva to wet his dried throat, he quickly shoved himself in to the hilt and flexed his cock - the added stimulus combined with her welcoming squeezes pushing Max over the edge. He let out a meek grunt as his nuts surged the rest of the way up, each one pulsing slightly out of rhythm with the other as his syrupy seed made the long pilgrimage forth towards the head of his cock. The rat could _feel_\u0026nbsp;her muscles locked in a struggle to either fight or help his release forward, the sporadic clenching stopping up his seed like a dam as his cumvein bulged out obscenely - only to suddenly let loose as a veritable _flood_\u0026nbsp;of rat-nut splashed forth. She wailed out in pleasure from the sheer fact of an orgasm happening near her, only to feel that ecstatic sensation suck away as his piercing drained out whatever energy she'd get from his release. Bereft of sexual energy and left utterly weakened by his magical onslaught, the demon could do little but idly writhe and twitch on the floor - her unabated stream of jizz continuing to slowly dribble out into the pool she'd made. When he finally drew himself out, he could feel her muscles weakly trying to keep him in - to fruitlessly wring life-energy from him - to the point that her puffed-up hole visibly stretched out around the swollen head of his cock, refusing to let it go until he put his back into the affair.\n\nWith a sickeningly-lewd **_schlooorP_** \u0026nbsp;Max pulled himself loose, stumbling back against the wall as his cock still leaked unshot nut in long, gooey strands. Alongside his cum dribbling out from her ass came a slow billow of that same smoke he saw ooze from her throat, the acrid black bubbling up through his nut like something he saw in a nature doc. Weakened, but not finished, Max knew he had one last thing to do to truly seal this fiend away. And, seeing as it wasn't a _conventional_\u0026nbsp;demon - they never were, to his chagrin - he _had_\u0026nbsp;to get his hands dirty. Well, _hand_. From the same pocket he produced the lube came a plump metal cylinder, smooth and glossy. He rounded about on the demon and pushed her over with a considerable amount of effort - the sudden shift to her back causing an untoward deluge of his own cum to slowly divulge from her fucked-open hole. Seizing her jizz-coated limp dick in one hand and the metallic piece in the other he winced as he briefly looked away and promptly _stuffed_\u0026nbsp;the object down her still-dribbling piss-hole. He watched it _slide_\u0026nbsp;down her veined black cock until it disappeared behind the muscle which controlled her release. Gripping her saggy, spent balls in one hand and the base of her shaft in the other, he uttered an incantation of sealing as his tattoos began to glow once more, the energy worming down his fingertips and into the demon's flesh, visibly surging up through her veins until a faint glow began to show from within her pelvis.\n\nSuddenly _acutely_\u0026nbsp;aware of what was happening, she summoned up the last of her strength to thrash and flail, attempting to fight him off - but the endeavor was fruitless. The demon's cries and curses in her native, eldritch tongue disappeared into the same cloud of black smoke the rest of her body was engulfed by- her form dissipating until all that remained of her was the mess she'd made. The metallic object he'd stuffed into her plumbing clattered to the floor, occasionally bouncing and moving of its own accord until it grew still and quiet. He glanced down at it and plucked it up, returning it to his pocket as he went to stash his things away and slide his clothes back on.\n\n* * *\n\nAnother slow drag on his vape, another lazy afternoon. Max had just gotten the invoice back from Ms. Jennings for his services, and while it _was_\u0026nbsp;stained with a few noticeably white splotches, it _did_\u0026nbsp;have a number with a fair few zeroes on it. ..Minus what would come out of his pay for repairs to the server room he'd unintentionally tainted with his efforts. Still, it wasn't as bad as he'd feared. He idly thumbed the object he'd plucked from her \"corpse\" and flicked it open, revealing it to be a contrived sort of USB drive. He exhaled, puffing out another fluffy cloud of white smoke as he swiveled his chair around, only to find an upset-looking red demoness sitting on his taskbar - her limp dick swaying down below the screen's space. She glanced up at him, huffed, and looked away.\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Commissioned Work","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1661845-bathroom-break.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1661858-six-feet-in-er.json"}}