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Waving goodbye to Emma's car as it drove off into the night, Charlie smiled happily for the first time in months at the conversation he'd had with the mare. After so many hours of panic and worry after Rebecca caught him in the bathroom, it seemed as if he might at least have someone to talk to about the whole bizarre situation. The fact that it happened to be a friend who made his already stuffed balls pulse with even more need certainly wasn't a negative, and a small corner of his mind currently being commanded by his testosterone hoped that perhaps she might even be willing to be more than just friends.

As he went inside the apartment complex and waited for the elevator, he knew Emma had been right about one thing: he needed some experience with sex before Rebecca got her hands on his tender man-berries. She WAS blackmailing him, after all. There was no reason to let her be the first to milk out his cum, or squeeze it out. Biting his bottom lip, the goat really wasn't sure what Rebecca wanted to do with his balls other than handle them, and he was at two minds as to how he felt about the matter. Maybe she only wanted to squeeze and fondle them, with those soft, doe lips slipping around his shaft and sucking gently while her naked breasts rolled beneath his hands.

His cock twitched and shifted forward in his pants, the seam of the crotch tightening as he bounced on his hooves impatiently waiting for the door to open. Forget dinner, first thing he needed to do was have a massive wank and clear both heads. A frown dropped back across his face as he stepped into the elevator and began riding up to his floor, one hand pulling the half-eaten muffin from his pocket. After that enthusiastic manhood-jerking, he was going to have to have another look at the spell book he'd bought and see if there was anything that might explain what had been going on with the spark of electricity he had seen earlier. He had read the entire thing quite thoroughly before performing the spell, yet he was beginning to think that substituting arcane ingredients with store bought baked goods may not have been the wisest choice he'd ever made.

A grin spread across his muzzle and there was no ignoring the spark of power he'd felt from the small treat. He had performed magic. Real, actual magic! The shiver of power that ran down his spine couldn't possibly have made his cock any harder, yet even as he stepped out of the elevator with his gaze fixed firmly on his muffin, he could barely hold back the urge to grab his shaft and stroke it wildly in a self-congratulatory celebration.

Barely registering old Mrs Berkley startled gasp as he ran past her in the shared hallway with a flapping tent in his trousers, he hurried into his apartment and locked the door behind him. With one hand automatically reaching to turn on the lights before he realised the room was already brightly lit, he dropped his work bag and gripped at his arms with a slight tremble. Even with his jacket on there was a chill in the air, a dryness that made his nose itch and his ears perk up nervously at the sounds of quiet conversion tittering from the living room.

A news reporter babbled about the weather over the next few days on the TV, an oddity simply because Charlie was quite certain he'd turned the thing off before he left for work that morning. He had in fact not turned it on at all, given he preferred browsing the internet as he got ready for work each day. The newspapers with the arcane symbols on them were still strewn about the floor where he had left them that morning, yet they fluttered gently in some small breeze as he stepped closer, the only window in the living room locked tightly to prevent such natural interference while he had been casting his spell. Narrowing his eyes, he reached for the book of spells still laying open on the table and froze as the several pages turned over slowly, a chill breath running up his arm and settling on his neck.

The air conditioner gave an indifferent hum to Charlie's yelp of surprise, the goat grabbing at his neck and turning rapidly in it's direction with eyes nearly popping from his head. Staggering to the sofa and dropping down into it, he giggled and shook his head. Eyes fixed on the AC stuck up on the wall as the jets rotated and blew cold air across the room, his hand grabbed at the remote on the coffee table and switched it off. Shaking his head at his own foolishness, he muttered, "You almost had me there."

"You almost had me, too." A small voice said from the seat next to him. "Why don't you look before you sit down, you dopey bastard?"

Charlie's blood ran cold and he snapped his head around to look at the speaker. A thin, hairless creature sat on the cushion peering up at Charlie with one massive eye in the center of his face, leathery, bat-like wings folded behind comfortably. There seemed an odd incongruence between a creature barely 3 feet tall sporting an erection that easily hit a solid foot in length by itself, yet being able to use it's own shaft to support Charlie's tablet computer as it browsed the internet seemed rather convenient to the small being.

Holding out a long, spindly arm tipped with the sort of claws usually reserved for reaching out under a bed just before the lights were turned on, it said, "My name's Talbot. Can you turn the air conditioner back on? It's hot as balls in here."

It had been a continuing concern of Charlie's that, in moments of panic, he had always found his body frozen to the spot rather than enjoying the luxury of running away as most creatures did. The mere hope of being able to fight when confronted with danger was so far beyond his own experiences as to be one of those unbelievable skills only main heroes in action movies could possess. Even now he had no idea how he could have fought a creature with claws longer than his own fingers and possessing teeth like an angler fish, yet he fantasied quite vividly about his legs carrying him far from here even as Talbot gripped his unresisting hand and shook it carefully.

"Eeeeeiiiiiiiii? Is that your name?" Talbot asked, letting go and looking the goat up and down. "I hope I don't have to hold that bulging eye expression while I say it. My face isn't that flexible."

Spinning the tablet around in his hands, the video of a lioness getting her ass solidly crammed full by a zebra came into Charlie's view and Talbot gave what he probably thought of as a friendly smile. "Do you have one of those things to get the video up onto the TV? I always like a bigger picture if I can get it. I'm pretty long-sighted you see, and-"

"Your not what I summoned!" Charlie suddenly blurted out, his joints unlocking enough for his arms to creak up and hold the spell book before him like a shield. "And I did it hours ago! This morning! You're not even on time!"

"Well, I'm here aren't I? No one else offering their services. You can't be picky when all you've got is a penny to spend." Talbot said, putting the tablet down and letting his cock bounce up and down gently as he stretched his legs out. "You mean you opened a portal to the Underworld hours ago and never closed it? Here I thought I was lucky getting out before someone shut it down, but dozens of other demons must have been ahead of me. I was surprised it wasn't standing room only in here, but they must have all buggered off hours ago"

Charlie opened his mouth and stared, fingers gripping the book so tightly they were starting to go numb. "Dozens? Wait, wait ... I, uh ... You're really-? This isn't a joke, you're-"

Taking a risk, he pulled his gaze away from the weird little man sitting next to him and looked about the room. There didn't seem to be anyone else here, but then he hadn't expected to find anyone here at all and that expectation had already been exceeded. Flipping the book open and running through the pages, he speared a finger down on to a select chapter. "Ah! Ah! No, see. I did close it down! It says here that when you are done, break the circle and put out the candles."

"Sure, normally." Talbot said, his wrinkly face bobbing up and down in a nod. "But, you still summoned a creature who never came to you. That over rides the whole 'disbanding the circle thing', get it? It's like you put out a job application and never sent a 'job filled' message. So you've still got new applicants sending in their resumes. Which is me!"

Charlie's mouth dropped open and trembled, his lips and tongue fighting each other in an attempt to find the right words to argue against the demons offer. "Uh. What? No. No, I ... What even are you?"

"Me? I'm a popobawa." He said, a hint of pride in his voice as if so few people asked he was nearly exploding with the desire to answer any questions thrown his way. "Very rare, me. Not many of us get born on account of our preferences in bed, so that just makes us all the more valuable to have as a familiar. We're prestigious, we are. Got to have a familiar if you're a wizard, after all. Doesn't look right otherwise, a grown man hiding away in his tower alone. Makes the neighbors worried."

"And having a demon around the house doesn't?" Charlie mumbled weakly, looking back to the arcane symbols written on the newspapers in the center of the living room. Half expecting something else to rise up from the floorboards and demand a job, he tried to remember what he'd read on the subject of demonic summoning. It had seemed fairly simple: make the circle, say the spell, the demon stayed in the circle until a deal was struck, then magic happened. "Well, I appreciate it, sure, but I was trying to summon a succubus. I'm afraid I have to tell you 'no' and could you kindly go back to wherever you came from."

Talbot's face fell, not a difficult thing to do with all those teeth weighing him down. "Really? A succubus? No wonder they never got here. Buddy - Sir? Master? Look you, succubus are like thousand dollar whores. They cost too much, don't do anything a cheaper one won't do, and are picky about who they visit. Trust me on that. That's probably why no one showed up: they took one lok at you and stuck up their noses. Hundreds, thousands of people summon succubus every day and there's only a few of them. They can pick and choose as they please. You're NEVER going to get a succubus, but I'm right here, aren't I? I could be a, well, an incubus. I don't do butt stuff, though. I'm a giver, not a receiver. I don't mind giving blow jobs, though."

Charlie's cock tried to squeeze itself back in to his body at the sight of all those teeth breaking into a grin and the goat shifted nervously. "Uh, I don't... Why do you want a job, anyway?"

"Do you know how cold it is in the Underworld? People think it's fire and brimstone, but it's the opposite. All snow and ice and freezing winds that'll made your love spuds break off and shatter. It's a blessing that pants made it down there, I tell you. You know how some people get their tongue frozen to a metal pole in the cold? Try that with your balls and it ain't so funny." He paused and smiled with a dreamy expression, bringing up old memories. "Though there was a demoness I once knew who sat on a metal chair and her cunt got stuck to it. Lips glued to that thing like someone had taken a welder to it. That was a fun day."

Shaking his head, he added, "But it's boring down there normally. No fun, no internet, not even a decent library. All they've got is Shakespeare's old stuff, and who reads that anymore?"

"That sounds ... terrible." Charlie said, uncertainly. "But I really wanted, well. You know. A female demon?"

"Oh." Talbot said, sitting back in the chair and squeezing his dick. "Well, I can't transform, but maybe I could possibly maybe perhaps help you find a demoness. Not a succubus, because frankly fuck those stuck up cows, but maybe someone who will fuck you."

Charlie looked down at the book once more, then back to Talbot. "I guess..?"

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Alright then, uh. I'll try to think of some choices:

1) Keep Talbot and see what help he can be in attracting some mortal folk to have the naughty times with.

2) Ask for a refund and have Talbot take Charlie to the Underworld to try to find a demoness who might be more inline with making his balls bounce.

3) Drop the previous storylines and have Charlie become a demon hunter, tracking down and banishing the other escaped demons back to the Underworld with flame and fury as a badass wizard, riding a motorbike powered by the lustful moans all the womenfolk make as they gush themselves when he passes by.

4) I have a migraine. You think of something.