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Impish Pride and Prejudice

For BlazingPelt

By Draconicon

Jake kinda missed the old church. Not so much for the services - he never went to the sermons, after all - but definitely for the architecture and feeling of security that the grand old building had given the block. With the walls taken down and the floor being demolished in preparation for the construction of a new parking garage, he supposed it was only a matter of time before the whole thing was completely gone.

The cat sighed, shaking his head as he passed by the construction site. The machines were abandoned for the night, but he was pretty sure that there were still some people hanging around. Not the good sort of people, either, another reason to keep moving along. Never a good idea to stick around the abandoned places after dark.

His tail twitched as he hustled down the sidewalk, Jake thankful for the night vision that all cats had. True, it was basically gray-scale, but it was better than being completely blind in the dark. There were too many potholes in the sidewalk for him to avoid without it. Still, his tail twitched nervously as he looked this way and that, trying to stay aware of everything at once, and his ears kept close to the top of his head.

He was about halfway to the intersection where he'd turn off the main road for home when the sidewalk suddenly collapsed out from under him. The gray cat yelped, stumbling forward, grabbing the edge of the sidewalk on the other side as a hole opened beneath him, a hole far deeper than it should have been.

"How...what the...fuck..."

The cat looked over his shoulder, his eyes widening at the drop below. It was impossibly deep, going down for dozens of feet before the blackness kept even him from seeing what was down at the bottom. He shook his head repeatedly, whimpering as he kicked at the sides, trying to push himself back up.

"Come on, come on..."

Kicking at the earth pushed him up by an inch or two, but not nearly enough for him to get a better grip on the pavement above. His grip was slipping, and he could feel the earth coming loose beneath his shoes.

"Come on! Someone! Anyone! Please, tell me there's someone up there! Help me!"

There was no answer...and eventually, there was no support. The earth gave way beneath his shoes, and shortly after that, his claws scraped against the pavement, leaving claw marks on it as they slid off.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

Jake screamed as he fell, dropping fast into the darkness. The hole above him faded away, becoming a small gap in the darkness, then a pinprick in the blackness, then absolutely nothing at all.

The cat kept falling, screaming all the way down. He swore that he was going to splat, that he was going to break apart on landing and make a giant hole in the ground. Nothing was going to be left of him; nobody would find him this far down in the earth. Further, further, further he fell until -

"Nnngh!"

He came to a sudden, sharp stop. Not on ground, but on air. It felt like his bones were going to rip right through his skin as his skeleton tried to keep falling after his body stopped, but thankfully, all that happened was a full-body bruising pain. The cat groaned at the feeling, but was thankful enough to not be dead to not question it.

Whatever had stopped him turned him around, setting him on his feet. Jake panted for breath, his throat hoarse from screaming as he looked around.

There wasn't much to see. There was some sort of cave system all around him, the walls marked with symbols that he didn't understand, though here and there were crosses that were carved deeper into the walls. Those were broken down, though, shattered by some unseen hand, and he shivered as he saw that one of them had been flipped upside-down.

"What the hell is this place?" he whispered.

Looking up the way he'd come, he could tell that there was no way that he could climb out again. The walls were sheer, and the earth had turned to rock this far down. No way that he could kick out some handholds from this far down.

The caves were probably his only way forward, but...

But there had to be something down here, if those old symbols were anything to go by. What if it was still there? What if there was something around that could actually rip him to shreds, that people had once feared?

Jake tried to calm himself down, but there was little calming to be done. He had just fallen hundreds of feet from the surface, and something that was very much unnatural had saved him from crashing to his death.

Saved him...

Well...that might mean that it wants me alive...or it might mean that it just didn't want me to splatter to my death...

Hoping that it was the former, Jake cleared his throat. He fiddled with his t-shirt a bit more nervously than he would have liked, and he still felt a bit like pissing himself in fear, but he managed to speak.

"Hello? If there's...if there's anyone out there, thank you for saving my life."

"You are welcome...though if you know what's good for you, you'll know what to say when I make my offer."

The voice that came from the tunnels was darker, deeper, and a good deal more intimidating than he would have liked, but at least there was someone down here. That was better than what he could have found. The cat swallowed hard.

"Your...offer?"

"Do you know why churches are built where they are?"

"...Convenience?"

"Perhaps for some...but not all. This one? This one was built to keep me captive. To hold back the demonic power of the Great Monster, Ziz of the Seventh Pit."

Demonic...power?

He slowly turned around again, seeing the different symbols in a new light. They were here to hold a demon back? No wonder there were so many crosses. But so many of them were broken, and that upside-down one...

"When they ripped down the church, they started breaking the seals. Heh. You mortals, all of you fools. Fools of the highest order, no more than potential servants for my kind."

"P-potential?" Jake asked.

"Of course...you have to submit, first. And if you don't, you can become corpses. I'm sure that the other spirits of Hell will take kindly to being more overcrowded."

Not to mention that he'd be dead. Dead and gone and sent to the place that he really, really didn't want to be. Jake gulped again, trying not to think about dying, but now that it was planted in his head, it wasn't exactly easy.

"You have the choice now, kitten," the demon said, chuckling. "Serve Ziz, and he will give you a body of magic and power. Choose to fight, and you will die."

"...I...I..."

"Your time is running out, mortal. Tick, tock, tick, tock. Serve me, and be exalted, and perhaps even gain some power of your own. Fight me, and be destroyed."

He'd just been saved from dying, only to be told that he had to either become a complete slave for someone else or die anyway? That wasn't a choice. That was blackmail!

But against a demon...

Jake shivered, his breathing speeding up, becoming more of a pant than anything else. His face was burning hot with a painful blush as he imagined what a demon would want him to do, and how he would have to act afterwards.

There's no other choice. I HAVE to do this if I want to live.

"I...I accept your deal..."

"Fuck yes, you do..."

Suddenly, there was a red glow down the tunnel, a bright enough one for him to see horns in the background, a silhouette that could be nothing but demonic. Jake gasped, throwing up his hands in defense, but it was too late...and rather futile as well, come to think of it.

The light slammed into the cat's chest, knocking him off his feet. He hit the ground hard, gasping for breath as his entire body started to tingle, itching, crunching through his fur and down to his bones. There was never any full pain, but the actual sensation of the magic hitting him and affecting him was far from comfortable.

He panted for breath as he felt the pressure all over him pushing down, grinding into him. He felt it on his spine, first, and heard the crunching of bones as they compacted, pulling together, tightening up in a way that would never have been physically possible without the aid of the magic the demon had thrown at him.

What...what is he...what is he doing...to me...

He couldn't think straight, could only look down at himself. Shrinking spine came with a shrinking torso, pulled along with it, and his arms and legs began to pull in shortly afterwards. The feeling of his entire body collapsing in on itself was not what he had expected, a sense of everything being sucked in, pulled towards his middle.

His clothes no longer fit, and his hips slid out of his jeans at about the same rate that his torso slid out of his shirt. His arms were barely long enough to fit past his sleeves, now, and his new wings poking out of his back were stretching the shirt tight and taut around his chest.

The only positive was that he wasn't growing breasts or something. At least the demon wasn't turning him into a demoness.

As Jake wriggled slowly out of his clothes, he was able to look at himself properly. He was still shrinking, still losing bits of his height. He might have been almost five and two-thirds feet tall, before, but now he was just under, and still shrinking. The former cat stared as his fur started to fall out, leaving behind some sort of gray, ashen skin. Something that didn't look right...not for a demon, at any rate.

His tail shrunk in, becoming more of a little stub behind him rather than the spade-tipped thing that he had seen in all the legends. Jake shook his head again, panting for breath as he leaned against the wall.

The only thing that seemed even vaguely beneficial to him was the sudden weight that tugged down on his crotch, and that got his attention in a hurry when it suddenly started tingling.

He looked down, staring as his balls swelled. As they lost the fur that covered them previously, they sagged down, getting heavier and heavier. Thicker, too, and churning visibly, the testicles inside of the sack turning and swelling in alternation with each other. They were more than twice the size that they had been before, and he had no idea if they were going to stop growing.

His cock, likewise, was swelling and throbbing, pushing upwards in a way that he had never seen. It was already more than six inches long, more than eight, moving up to ten, and it wasn't even fully hard yet.

"What...what are you..."

"I did say that you would have some gifts from this. Some power."

"But...a big cock?"

"Heh, would you prefer a small one, slut?"

Jake rapidly shook his head. He had already lost almost everything good about his old body. He wasn't about to complain about the one good thing that he was getting.

Still, it was a good thing by comparison only. His shaft had to be a good fifteen inches, now, running up his chest and resting between his pecs. It strained, swelling further, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty before it finally stopped, the tip resting just under his chin, oozing pre against his neck. The sensation was a bit hot, he had to admit, but the sexiness was underscored by the fact that he could hardly move. His cock was so big that it actually got in his way for walking around.

The voice of the demon returned, chuckling at him.

"Well, now, that certainly is a better look for you. How about you turn around, let me see what I'm working with, hmm? Show me that ass of yours."

Jake's rump had always been a bit on the firm side, if a little bit wider than he liked, but he could feel the tingle spreading down his back, going right to his rump and squeezing it. It was like a pair of ghostly hands had it in their grip, pulling on it, squeezing it, spreading it, and the cool cave air on his hole left him gasping the first time he felt it.

"Not big enough for me, yet, but it'll do for now. It's time for you to meet your new master, slave."

Shivering, the demon - no, not demon, imp - turned around. He prepared himself for the horrible sight of a demon, a great, red-skinned beast of the pit. It would scar him for life, he was sure, but there was no way out of it now.

But such was not to be.

Instead of the creature that he had imagined, a purple thing flapped out of the cavern. It was a smaller beast than he had imagined, too, not a great and powerful, sword-wielding fiend, but rather -

"You're an imp?!"

The purple creature puffed up a bit, though the puffing wasn't a good look. It was already rather chubby, and that only took it from chubby to fat. The deflation afterwards helped as it hissed, but only so much.

"You call me 'just' an imp? I am Ziz, of the Seventh Pit. I have taken your form and given you something greater. You believe that you can insult me just for that?"

"But...but you're..."

The imp was barely more than four and a half feet tall, only slightly taller than he was now. If he had just charged down the tunnel, he might have been able to take him, beat him down before the transformation had started. The possibility made him groan, slapping a hand to his forehead.

"I can't believe that I made that stupid deal. You're not even that strong, I bet."

"You dare to doubt your master?!"

"I dare a lot of things."

"Oh, you stupid mortal! I am far stronger than you realize."

"Prove it, then."

"Fuck you!"

The imp pointed a finger at him, and suddenly, Jake was thrust to his knees. His eyes went wide as the spell slammed into his cock, forcing it harder than before, a ring of black and red appearing around the base and squeezing tightly. It pulled more and more blood into the shaft, the head of his cock swelling up and pulsing, pre running down the thing in rivers.

As he gasped in forced arousal, the imp flicked another finger at him. The ashen gray color that Jake had had a mere moment ago was transformed, turned from the hellish colors of fire and ash to something more akin to a pink feather boa. The color soaked into his skin, making him look like some prancing hell-fairy, like someone that went around fluttering his wings and spreading gay thoughts.

And speaking of gay thoughts -

Ziz grabbed him by the scalp, clawed fingers sinking into his temples. Not enough to cut the skin, but enough to hold him still.

"I may be an imp, but I am still from hell, you fucker. I'm going to make you learn some respect."

"Ah...ah! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

"Too late, shit-brains. You want to see what an imp can do? You got it!"

He was pushed down to his knees, then thrown onto his back. Before Jake could so much as squirm back to his feet, the imp followed him down, squatting down over his face. The former cat had a brief glimpse at balls even chubbier and heavier than his own before his face was ground into them.

"MMMPH!"

"That's it, you fucking slut. Get your nose in there. Suck in the scent of your new master."

Not that he had a choice. His mouth was forced shut by the angle he was kept at, and his nose was pinned against ball flesh that was as musky as it was sweaty. He groaned as he tried to pull his head back, but the imp was too strong.

The first breath stung his nose with the sheer strength of Ziz's musk, and the second made it hard to think about anything else but the raw power of that musk. The demon's scent went beyond masculine. It went into something deeper, darker, rawer. It hit something primal, a reminder that his own scent, his own strength, was so much less than this.

He shivered, going limp as he took a third breath, and then a fourth. His eyes started to roll back on the fifth, and his cock started to throb on the sixth.

"That's it, you fucking whore. Learn your place. Learn where you belong under Ziz, the terrible."

The imp grabbed his cock, hard, squeezing it around the base, right where the ring was. Jake gasped, his eyes going wider for a moment before he started sucking down that musk again. His body trembled, the ring tightening further around his cock, making it bloat harder, thicker, making it more and more sensitive.

"This hunk of meat belongs to me, just like the rest of you. And until you get it through your fucking head what you are, I'm going to be calling all the fucking shots for your body. You fucking got that?"

"Mmmph...mmmph..."

Each breath made it harder to resist, that hellfire of a musk making it harder to think, harder to reason, harder to be upset. All he could feel was horny. All he could feel was needy. All he could feel...

Was lust...

And submission...

The imp slapped him across the face with an endowment that was hefty, but not as oversized as his own. As Ziz got off of his face, Jake tried to roll onto his feet, but there was no strength in his limbs. He was a noodle man, unable to get up, unable to do anything but lie right there.

"And you know what? I'm not done with marking you. I'm going to make sure that everyone that sees you knows what kind of worthless little fuck slut you really are."

Thinking was hard, but even he understood what it meant when another guy grabbed his cock like that, taking aim with it.

Oh god...

There was a brief sting at the thought - likely because it was an imp referencing something religious - before the hot piss came flying. Jake gasped, almost getting sprayed in the mouth before Ziz started dragging the spray along his body.

It soaked him wherever it touched, the hot, bitter scent sticking to his skin and then running down his body. It was warm, too warm, humiliatingly so as it ran down his chest to his belly, and then over his cock. The piss smell along his dick almost got rid of his own musk, masking it beneath the powerful smell of the imp's urine.

Jake could do nothing as Ziz dragged the piss stream up and down his body, marking him from head to toe, but spending a ridiculous amount of time splashing it along his cock and balls. The feeling of that marking, the sense of his cock, his balls, and even his asshole not belonging to him...

He wanted to be angry, but his mind was pushed so far back that there was nothing that he could think of to actually be angry about. It was like his ability to think of his own needs had been taken away.

"You're just a shit-faced, cock-hungry whore, now," Ziz said, and Jake was forced to nod his head in agreement. "You're my fuck-slut, and you're going to stay that way until you learn proper respect for imps."

And he felt that was fair. Fair and right and true.

Then again, if Ziz said anything, Jake felt like he would start thinking the same.

"You understand then, huh?" Smack went that cock over his face as Ziz knelt over him again. "You understand what you are?"

"This one...this one is your...your slut," he panted. "Your fuck slut. Your whore."

"Heh, this one, huh? What, you forget your fucking name?"

Had he? He...he had had a name...but...

What was it?

His confusion must have shown in his face, because the imp chuckled at him. Ziz slapped his cock over the imp's face a few times, looking considering.

"Well, looks like I'll just have to fucking name ya. Let's call ya Jizz, kinda like my name, but worse."

"Jizz. I'm Jizz, Master."

"You bet your ass you are, though you won't be doing much without my say so. Get up. On all fours, whore."

Jizz did as he was told, the pink up moving so that he had his ass pointed back towards his master, his little stump of a tail lifted up, his massive cock sticking up and pressing against his chest and belly. He arched his back as he felt the master's fingers trailing down along his backside, trying to put himself out there a little better.

"Alright, slut. Let's see if that fucking ass of yours is any better than your brain."

A fat cock - not as fat or long as his, but big enough - slapped against his backside, a reminder of what he was, what he was going to be. Jizz nodded, thrusting his ass back -

POP!

And managed to slide his master's cock right into his hole without thinking about it. His eyes went wide as he realized what he'd done, but more, at how good it felt.

"Ooooooh..."

The raw heat and pressure on his asshole alone was amazing, but the sense of pleasure that came from it sliding in further, opening up what had been a completely normal asshole and teaching it how it was supposed to be used, hit his brain with a bliss that he had never expected. It was so insanely strong that he almost came right there and then, and would have if it weren't for the ring wrapped around the base of his shaft.

His tongue flopped out of his mouth as he felt that dick sliding in deeper, deeper, and deeper still, his legs quivering and his arms close to giving out. His hole felt super-sensitive, far more sensitive than it should, and even the slightest movement of that cock felt positively orgasmic.

"Mmmph..."

Jizz drooled on the floor, unable to help himself as his master started to rock back and forth, actually fucking him. His arms did give out at that point, dropping his chest to the ground, his arms pointing backwards, his face covered in a stupid, silly grin as he was fucked from behind.

"Hehe...hehehe...master feels...good..."

"Fucking hell...already breaking down?"

He had no words, only stupid, moaning giggles as he was filled to the brim and then emptied again, his body wracked with a pleasure that he didn't understand, nor did he know if he could. All he knew was that it felt good to be stuffed full of imp cock, to feel the master using him the way that he was.

He tried to rock his hips, but the slightest of movements felt so good that it was impossible for him to keep going. It was like that oversensitive feeling when one had just cum and wanted to keep stroking, but it hurt too much to actually do it because it felt so amazing. Except...no pain.

No pain, just a ton of pleasure.

In and out, in and out, those fingers gripping his ass cheeks and keeping them spread, his asshole flexing and squeezing down around that hot cock. He could feel it every time that it popped against his prostate, making him gasp and almost squeak with need.

The pleasure was burying his thoughts, and he barely cared. He just wanted more.

He needed more.

"Use me...use me master," he said, or at least tried to. It sounded like nothing but mush and babble to his ears. "Use me more...fuck me more...your whore...your little slut..."

And the master did. The master sped up, fucking him harder, deeper, and with each thrust, the master's cock forced his own shaft down to bump against his lips. Jizz looked up at it, staring at the strangled cock, seeing the way that it dribbled, seeing the way it was thrusting at his face like some...some...

Some customer. Some other imp that needed respect.

That thought was enough to keep him going. Jizz opened his mouth, and the next slap of his master's cock up his ass shoved his own shaft right down his throat. He gagged slightly, but either he had been transformed to have no gag reflex, or what his master was doing now just took the rest of it away.

He fucked his own face as his master fucked his ass, and the pleasure was so much that all thought disappeared. There was only the burn of that cock sliding into his hole, the pleasure of his shaft sliding along his tongue. Musk filled the air, a burning, hellish scent that made it impossible to think of anything but sex.

Of anything but serving his master.

In and out, in and out the pair of cocks went, always taking that little bit more away from him, always adding that little more need behind it. In and out, in and out, in and out, the slapping sound of balls on flesh only getting louder as his master got closer and closer to orgasm.

He panted for breath, his eyes rolling back in his head as he swallowed his pre, feeling his own orgasm right out of reach, the ring around his cock holding him back. He whimpered, trying to slap his ass back against the master's cock, only to be stopped by the painful bliss that came with it.

Please, master, please, let me have this. Let me have that orgasm. Let me have what you promised me.

Jizz moaned around his shaft, sucking at it so hard that his cheeks pulled in, and the pleasure was as intense as he could ask for, but he still couldn't cum. Still couldn't make it happen.

Please! he begged. Please!

The master sped up, Ziz's cock slamming in harder than ever, hitting places that the smaller imp didn't even know he had. In and out, in and out, faster, harder, deeper, until -

Splat, splat, splat. The heat of hot seed filled him, and he moaned in fulfillment. There was a sense of something better than climax there, something that made him feel...feel good, feel right with what he had done.

He had served, he realized after a few seconds. He had served his master and done what he was supposed to do, and that contentment was his reward.

Of course, that contentment was short-lived as the master flipped him over, Ziz standing over him, chuckling, smirking at the way that Jizz was still sucking on his own cock. There was a slight blush on his cheeks, but the smaller imp couldn't stop, couldn't take his mouth away from his shaft.

"You need a load in both ends that bad, huh?"

"Mmm-hmm..."

"Well, I can be generous..."

And with that, Ziz snapped his fingers. The cock ring around the base of Jizz's shaft disappeared, and wit its disappearance came the end of the chastity spell.

The sudden flood down his throat was almost too much for the new imp to take, his eyes going wide as he felt the surge of seed running down his neck. He had to swallow hard, sucking down mouthful after mouthful as his over-productive balls were finally allowed to let loose. They were so full that he swore that he took a full minute to suck down that load.

Master Ziz, however, didn't have the patience to let him finish. The bigger imp pulled his cock right out of his mouth, letting the rest of his seed splatter on his face. Jizz groaned in annoyance, but before he could properly complain, his master shifted position again.

This time, the purple imp squatted over his face.

"Now, since I did you a favor...you can learn how to worship ass. Consider it your new fucking church, and me, your new fucking god. Brace yourself, Jizz. It's gonna get a lot harder from here on out..."

The End