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The Demon's Café Improvements

For AkimitsuSevecan

By Draconicon

The familiar pressure of a coin in hand was followed by the warmth of a coffee shop and the slightly bitter-burning smell of espresso being poured through machines that probably hadn't seen the right side of a scrub-brush for the better part of a week. Azorious groaned, the red-furred wolf rubbing his nose at the powerful smell and shaking his head. Lykus, his other half, was still humming to himself as he made a beeline for the counter, probably just as eager for that latte as he had been when they were still in the same body and making their way here.

The demon, on the other hand, was more interested in the people. The café wasn't particularly large, perhaps no more than twenty feet on the long side and twelve on the other, but there were a few tables, a couple of sandwich stacks, and other little accoutremants that were available for those that wanted to pay for a non-chain experience.

Not that he understood that. The chains at least had some baseline of quality. This place looked like it mostly got by on the fact that it wasn't a chain and did its best to make sure that nobody forgot it.

Good thing I'm not interested in the coffee, the demon wolf thought, looking at the customers. An otter here, a fox there, a bull at the back sweeping the area where customers never went and probably needed the cleaning the least. They had the same dead-eyed look of every employee in food service and retail, and even he, an incubus of some power, couldn't quite latch onto enough libido to get them to instantly start fucking for his amusement.

Grumbling, he sat down at one of the tables, leaning on his hand as Lykus made small-talk with the fox behind the counter. The vulpine clerk had some sort of civil expression on his face, barely responding to the flirting, darker-furred wolf, and even when Lykus leaned in and tried to steal a kiss, the only reaction he got was a 'sorry, sir, I don't swing that way.' Disappointed, his other half moved to the waiting counter while Azorious shook his head.

"Well, I don't think you could have found a more boring place to stop for coffee," he said.

"At least everyone's too droned-out to notice that you popped out of me. You could have waited for that."

"Nobody ever notices. Not really."

"Portal Games."

"That was an exception."

"The last time that we popped apart in a church."

"Demon. And besides, the pews were catching fire from me being there."

"Heh, got an answer for everything today?"

"If I have to."

He sighed. If he had his druthers, they would have skipped the coffee shop and headed down to the Red Light District. For once, they were in a city that had one, and instead of getting their rocks off and getting him fed off the debauchery, they were stopping for coffee. He didn't get anything from coffee. Caffeine was useless to someone like him. Get him something that actually compared to an energy burst from someone's long-withheld climax and then he'd give it a shot, but coffee was nothing more than a sweet-bitter nothing that needed too much effort to make good.

Now, that otter? If they'd had the chance to really settle in and enjoy themselves, he was pretty sure that he could stoke the flames of that half-dead libido back to life and bring them to an orgiastic level, sufficient to the point where they would be fucking at the table rather than just waiting for something to happen. Azorious was forced to just watch the otter stocking the sandwich stacks from the table, allowed no more than his imagination of how that otter ass would look spitted on his cock.

"Come on. It's not that bad," Lykus said. "We're off for the weekend. We can take some time to enjoy ourselves."

"Then why aren't we down at the brothels?" Azorious asked, the wolf's eyes locked with the ceiling. "I'm hungry, too, you know."

"Because that's fast-food for you."

"So?"

"So, I want something better. That gets soul-fattening."

"It's good enough."

"It's boring."

"Since when do you think a brothel is boring?" the demon asked, bringing his head back down. "You've begged to go there for years."

"Well, maybe I got some standards."

"Ugh. I knew that hanging around that dragon would bring bad things. Just what I need. A host with standards."

"It's for our own good."

"Fuck that."

"I was thinking fuck this place, actually."

Azorious slowly brought his head down, not entirely surprised to find his host sipping at the latte he'd gotten and smiling over the edge of the cup. There was a certain smugness there that was usually on his face rather than the other way around. He cocked his head to the side.

"I'm listening."

"Well, not in a macro sense, but -"

"Seriously?"

"Well, I thought about it, but there's other things. Other options."

"Uh-huh."

"Well, look. Instead of going to a brothel, where you expect to fuck, what if we changed things up?"

"Lykus, let's stop being around the bush."

"And start beating some ass?"

One of the few things that could get a little difficult to bear was the wolf's constant need to joke around. Azorious grumbled as he sat up properly, leaning over the table. He fixed Lykus with a firm stare that was followed up with firm pressure from his paws right over the other male's cock. Lykus yelped as his dick was used as a gas pedal, freezing in place.

"Stop joking, and start persuading. Or I'll fuck you right here."

"Don't - mmph!"

"Talk, Lykus."

"Okay, okay, fine. Just...a little less pressure, please."

After a moment's continued pressure, he eased off. Lykus wheezed out a breath of relief and shifted his position in his chair. He brushed his vest out a bit, squirmed back and forth, and cleared his throat before continuing.

"What if we turned this place into a brothel?"

"Too small," Azorious said. "Not enough pleasure to be worth the trouble."

"You say that, but what if I happened to have made a new deck?"

"You haven't."

"I have so."

"...Show me."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than Lykus had a box of cards off his belt and on the table. The backs of them, shimmering black with purple borders, all but screamed corruptive magic to the demon, and as they were flipped over, the images on the other side all but confirmed it. Gone were the spells that summoned elemental effects, and left behind were the cards that would have gathered spirits to fight and do nasty things to one's enemies. They were replaced by debauched cards of pleasure, each and every one of them meant to call out a different kink focus.

Azorious's grin grew by the second until it threatened to meet at the back of his head, and he looked up with a nod of approval.

"Do it."

"Well, that's the thing. I need a little power boost for that -"

"Done."

"And I need to make sure that nobody calls the cops or stops me."

"You think that anyone would dare with me around?"

"I think I need you to stop them."

"...Heh...Done."

As Lykus got up, whistling as innocently as the wolf was capable of doing, Azorious pulled his own power into focus and brought it to bear. His pants, already rather tight in anticipation, ripped to shreds beneath the table as the cock of a demon was allowed its freedom. He growled deep in his throat, a red-yellow glow filling his eyes as he oozed his aura through the coffee shop. The whole place started to burn with the warmth of a maladjusted heater, and the whole place started to smell of sweat and the natural musk of the body.

It took nearly five minutes for any of the employees to notice a difference, and the otter - that twinky otter - stepped out from behind the counter to talk to him. He opened his mouth, probably to apologize, only for Azorious to shove a finger between his lips and pin his tongue.

"Say one word, and I'll pin you to the table and fuck your throat until all you can say is 'cock.'"

"..."

"That's a good boy..."

The otter's eyes took on a little red themselves. Not possession, of course; Azorious wasn't that cruel. No, it was just a hint of corruption, a little bleeding effect from their physical proximity and the spells that he happened to be channeling at that moment. It didn't take long for the otter's blue apron to start rising up, a meager little dick starting to take its place underneath. The otter panted, huffing, puffing, shivering as he started to show every symptom of demonically-enhanced need, his hips twitching and thrusting forward to grind against his own clothes, and his balls started churning, making that bulge good and dark.

Azorious loved it. He always did.

He glanced at Lykus. The wolf was doing his thing, planting his cards throughout the building. Even from here, he could feel the magical network that was slowly being built. It was the only way to make something like this work, admittedly - anything more exaggerated would have called Lykus's teacher down on them, or some church-going folk, or both - but it was still so slow. He would have preferred the chance to just warp reality outright, but the cards, much as he hated to admit it, were better suited to making sure that nobody really noticed what was happening until it was all done.

He wasn't even keeping them from noticing the magic. He was just keeping their attention off a wolf that was going to different parts of the café and doing things that he probably shouldn't. All they had to do was look at the weird dog at one of the tables as he molested one of the employees.

Completely understandable molestation, to be fair. He was hungry, and as far as the demon was concerned, the employees were on the menu. He stroked his finger down the otter's tongue, leaving him panting and slightly drooling, and stroked his claw down the apron to the bulge. So small, really, compared to what his standards were. Six inches was nothing for a demon like him. Incubi started with a want for ten inches and up, and this...this was lacking.

"Hmmm..."

"Don't start yet," Lykus said.

"Are you trying to tell me what to do, pup?" Azorious asked, cocking his head and looking across the room. "Because I could take you, instead."

"Tempting, but you know it wouldn't fill you up."

"Hmmph. You're worse than knock-off Chinese."

"I'm better; but come on. Just enjoy the touch. Don't change them yet."

"Hmmph. This better be the best meal this year, Lykus."

"Oh, it will be."

"It better be."

After all, there was only so much satisfaction that could be had from just fondling someone. He reached down to the otter's pants, pulling his cock out. Truly disappointing to view, but it was at least something. He rested his hand under it, and the otter's moans got louder as his excitement grew stronger, leaving him thrusting and humping against the air as if he could get off from that alone.

If Azorious ever brought his full will down on him, he might have, but for the moment, the wolf demon's attention was split with the others. The bull would have been far more interesting in the main room, helping serve rather than just cleaning stuff up, and the fox should have been putting his ass out there for those to use. Those extra-dimensional holes weren't for nothing, after all.

"Almost done," Lykus said. "And then -"

"There better not be another step here."

"Well, I was going to invite Drac."

"..."

"You know that he'd need to see it if we don't want him taking it down immediately."

Much as he would have liked to argue otherwise, he knew that the wolf had a point. The dragon had too much power to just dismiss like that. If he wasn't part of the fun, then he'd just shut the fun down before either of them could get into it.

"Besides, I set the cards to activate in the morning."

"You're starving me here, Lykus."

"Oh, just get some take-out."

"Bag the fox."

"I meant something filling."

"Pup, there's nothing more filling than a fox."

"Only when you're the one doing the filling..."

"What did you expect? I'm not the bottom, here..."

Draconicon knew that there was something fishy going on down at Jamie's. He'd felt the magical tweaking going on through the night, though he'd left it alone once he knew that it wasn't malicious. The idea that someone was doing something to alter the people in the city wasn't that bad, so long as he could reverse it, and from the general taste of the magic in the air, he knew that was eminently possible. Whatever the magic had been set up to do, it was little more than temporary.

It was also very familiar, though it had taken getting the invitation to meet his student there for lunch to actually tell him what it was. He sighed as soon as the scroll popped out of his letter box, shaking his head as he saw the penmanship inside. It had unmistakably come from Lykus, and the taste of the magic of the conjured letter matched the taste of the stuff around Jamie's. The black dragon adjusted his robe, the dark cloth falling from his shoulders to his ankles to cover most of him up, and he shook his head as he walked toward the front door.

"Alright, Lykus, what did you do this..."

He hesitated as he rested his hand on the door, feeling the magic pouring through the building. There was something going on there, alright, something intense and more than slightly discomforting. It prickled at the edge of his mind, just enough to make him want to look the other way, just enough to reach down his spine and yank on his cock and prostate from the other end. He gritted his teeth as he felt the urge to just give in and have some fun tingling at the back of his mind and trying to take over, and it was only the combination of centuries of magical experience and the fact that he was aware that it was a spell that kept him from immediately sinking under it.

"Mmph...impressive," he muttered under his breath, pulling his hand back and rubbing his wrist. "Definitely stronger than he used to be."

But that meant that there had been a greater bit of magic exerted here, which meant Azorious was involved. This wasn't just perversion for perversion's sake, then. It meant that there was something else going on.

"Might as well find out..."

Resting his hand on the door again, the black dragon took a deep breath and stepped through. The magical field reached out and pulled him in, and he fought to keep his own awareness -

"Holy..."

It was easier once he saw what had happened to the café. What had once been a fairly lackluster place notable only for the cheap coffee and the occasional good batch of donuts had turned into something else. It was three times its previous size, to start with, and the tables were massively different -

No, they're the same.

Draconicon shook his head. That was part of the magic, the spell trying to convince him that it had always been this way. No, no, no, they had never, ever had tables that had rabbits embedded in them, their asses up and available for anyone that happened to take a seat, with butt-plugs to stuff with the used-up napkins and other trash before ramming them up those bunny butts. He groaned under his breath as his cock twitched beneath his robes, almost pushing him to take one of those fluffy-buns right then and there.

"Next!"

He turned his head to the front counter, catching the eyes of the Dalmatian employee on duty. The spotted dog was all but naked, only wearing an apron that hung from his dick and barely covered the top part of his enlarged balls. The canine smiled at the customer next in line, taking an order for a 'nut milk latte' before grabbing his cock and jerking it off right then and there. There were a half-dozen customers - more than he had ever seen in line for this place before - that just nodded and went about their day.

That was new. That was very...

No, it wasn't.

Yes, it was.

Wasn't.

Was.

Wasn't.

Draconicon held onto that knowledge, knowing that the spell was trying to drag him in to be part of the fun. Once he'd found those troublemakers and ensured that there was nothing out of the ordinary going on besides their little spell - and ensured that it was done with the right motivations - he would enjoy himself, but not until then.

He walked around the line of people waiting for food, panning his eyes across the café. It was more of a proper café now, with table service and sandwiches and other mild lunchtime items that could be quickly made and sold for people. There were bulls walking from table to table with their dicks out, offering to 'sauce' food if needed, and there were some customers that were taking the large bovines up on the offer, grabbing their dicks and squeezing tight, milking them for all they were worth. The dragon's own cock jumped up at the idea of having it be used like that, and it took some effort to push it back down.

It wasn't even all men in the café. There were two employees at the edges of the room, one sitting at either side of the restaurant, with their breasts out and milkers attached to them. One could milk either of the vixens by the machine attached to them or by taking the cups off and milking them directly, and both looked more than willing to take their services further. They eyed him, for that matter, and they both winked with a knowing look towards his crotch.

"Okay, enough of this. Lykus!"

His sharp shout cut through the noise filling the cafe, drawing the eyes of everyone else. The customers didn't bother him, and he tapped his foot with his arms crossed.

Eventually, the dark-furred wolf with the white bands around him popped up from behind the counter. Lykus whispered something that sounded like 'rain check' to the bull he'd been sucking off, then hopped over the counter to join the dragon. He looked eminently pleased with himself, as far as the black dragon was concerned.

"Hey, Drac. What do you think?"

"Quite elaborate."

"Thanks."

"And very much not just your responsibility."

"...Weeeeeeell."

"Where's Azorious?"

"Back room. Fucking a couple of foxes."

"Figures."

"So, um...you're not upset, are you?"

"No, just...wanting confirmation before..."

One of the bulls wandered by, the big, muscular male completely naked just like all the other employees. Unlike the rabbits, which had soft, wide rumps, the bulls were big and hard from head to toe, and those asses popped hard. It didn't hurt that they had the sort of puffy, more obvious assholes that he liked, either. He leaned forward, watching one of them walk by before dragging himself back out of the enchantment that threatened to suck him in.

"I wanted to make sure that you were doing something stupid," the dragon said, more bluntly than he normally would.

"Would I do that?"

"If it was fun, in a heartbeat."

"Ow."

"Am I wrong?"

"No, but still ow."

He smiled slightly, but had to force his head back down as some of the other employees kept walking by. The whole place was a den of debauchery at this point. Three of the tables were filled with customers just using the rabbits built into the tabletops as toys, each of them getting filled by at least two cocks, and one by three. The Dalmatian behind the counter had managed to climb onto it, spreading his legs and letting some of the customers finger him to orgasm for his nut milk, while some of the customers were renting milkers at the tables to pull out their own 'milk' for their drinks.

It was impossible to completely shut out the lewdness, so he focused his attention more exclusively on Lykus, trying to make sure that the wolf got all of his attention for the moment rather than anything that would steal him away. He breathed slowly through his mouth to avoid the musk in the air.

"What's the point of all this?"

"Well, um...mostly fun, I admit," Lykus said. "But also to make sure that Azorious was eating healthy."

"...Healthy."

"Yeah, um. Brothels or other quick-fucks like that are kinda like fast-food to him. Tasty and all, but it's not really good for him long-term."

"...Uh-huh."

"While something like this, more elaborate and all? It's like a proper three-course meal at an elegant restaurant."

"So, you basically told reality to fuck off and invited me here - knowing that I'd be tempted to get sucked into the whole thing - just to make sure that Azorious did the equivalent of eating his veggies."

"...Kinda?"

"...And the fact that you're getting free dick in all directions is just a happy little byproduct?"

"Well...there might be a bit of self-serving stuff going on, but come on. Can you blame me?"

"With all the stuff here, not really. I just want you to be - mmph...that's hotter than it should be."

He'd just spotted a rather hot-looking demon behind the counter using his soles for hot-plates, keeping sandwiches and other foods on them while customers waited to pick them up. Draconicon rubbed his face, pinching his snout just at the bridge between the eyes, and breathed out slowly.

"Alright...alright. You promise me that this has nothing to do with anything sinister?"

"Word on it, Drac."

"Fine...then you can keep going."

"Heh...well, how about -"

"You can spend your time sucking dick if you want. For now, I have my own preferences..."

Azorious stepped out of the back rooms with his dick still hanging out, hard as could be and throbbing just a little. His knot was slowly in the process of going back down, though it was soaked with the extensive juices that came from fucking a nice fox butt as hard as he could, and it was unlikely to lose that sheen anytime soon.

As he looked around the much-altered café, he spotted the dragon. His host's teacher was rather busy getting it on with one of the bulls, pushing the saucer down and fucking his ass as if there was no tomorrow. He supposed he should have seen that coming; he had put that design in for the bulls just for the sake of the dragon, after all. It would get him to use up more of his dominant energy before the wolves had to deal with him, which meant that they'd have an easier time getting some of that slutty persona out and ready to play.

He licked his lips. Too little time with that dragon as a slut. He wanted to see it himself, wanted to enjoy it rather than just hear about it. The incubus wanted to come out and play.

"Mmmm..."

The familiar moan pulled his head to the left. The same otter from the day before was on his knees behind the counter, panting and nuzzling up against the demon's balls. He had been in and out of the café for the entire day, sometimes falling on hands and knees for some of the other employees, and at other times, begging the demon to give him what he really wanted.

Azorious turned, slapping his cock against the otter's face as he savored the raw lust that permeated the building. Much as he was loathe to admit it, Lykus was right. There was a real difference to the pleasure of one or two people in an alley, or even a bunch of people in a brothel, and this sort of meal. The sexual energy that rolled through the air was like a thunderstorm building energy, and the taste of it on his tongue, not to mention the satiation in his soul - what there was of one - meant that he was actually eating for pleasure now rather than merely for survival.

The otter alone was something different. Not just the roaring libido that the demon could have raised in anyone, but rather the definite need of someone that had been carefully addicted to what he could offer. The otter leaned in and sniffed deep of the wolf demon's balls, sucking in the rich scent that clung to the red pubes, and Azorious chuckled as he felt the urges climbing in the other male.

"Mmm, you want it that bad, you little slut?"

"Mmmph...so bad, sir."

"You want my milk?"

"I want it...all of it..."

"Show me."

The otter moaned and opened his mouth wide, sucking at the broad head of the hyper-sized cock. He already knew that the little bitch wasn't going to get it even halfway to the knot, but that didn't mean that the show wouldn't be fun. He leaned back, resting his arms against the unused coffee machines at the back of the employee area, and looked up at the rest of the restaurant again.

Everyone was a mess of lust and need, and there wasn't a table occupied that didn't have dicks or tits out. Either they were using the rabbit hole trash cans on the table for their own pleasure, or they had pulled their milkers out from under the table and set the machines to jerking them off. The bobbing glass and plastic tubes were visible from all sides, and the customers moaned as if they were being sucked off by some of the demons that he used to boss around down in hell.

But the most interesting part of it all was the fact that nobody seemed to realize that they were all partaking in the pleasure. They just stared straight ahead, talked to each other, and moaned only when the pleasure got too strong and they started releasing down the tubes. Nobody commented on the sexual insanity of the situation.

Of course, they could thank Lykus for that. He knew what the wolf had done, and he knew for a fact that Jamie's was going to stay a sexual hotspot that nobody really understood or recognized for a while. Oh, sure, it would wear off eventually, but by that point, they would have gotten their fill of food and then some.

As the otter employee continued bobbing his head up and down, sucking away, the incubus had more than enough focus to spare to look for his host. A blowjob was nothing special for him. The pleasure was something that he was so used to that he might not have even come from it if he didn't want to. It was the pleasure in the air around him, the raw sexual charge of the various customers that didn't even know why they were so horned up that was feeding him and getting him off. He looked for the other wolf with the various customers at the tables and failed to find him. He checked with the bull saucers, but found that they were more interested in the dragon at that moment.

To his surprise, he spotted the wolf by one of the milk vixens at the side of the store. Lykus was curiously allowing her to give him a titjob, something that normally wouldn't have interested the dick-sexual wolf at all, but it seemed that there were moments when these casual spells just let him try things that he normally would have declined.

It was just short of an orgy, and the only thing keeping it from crossing that line was the general lack of awareness that anything that they were doing was sexual. The customers, the employees, everyone was just doing what struck them as fun. Everyone thought that they were just doing their everyday thing, not getting sucked into some great sexual celebration.

And that lack of awareness was kinky in and of itself. He smiled as he grabbed the otter's head, getting a grunt in response.

"Hold your breath."

"Mmm-MMMPH!"

And just like that, he knotted the otter's mouth. Something popped as he did, and he wouldn't have been surprised if the otter's jaw had just popped out of its joint. He did have a rather massive knot, after all.

That said, it was only going to get him off if he started using it rather than just the tip of his cock. He could only get so much stimulation as he fucked the otter's throat, and that tongue on his knot would be much better.

Azorious started thrusting away, popping his knot in and out of the other male's mouth, and was halfway to climax when he felt something else going on. He blinked, pausing as he turned towards the dragon in the middle of the cluster of bulls. The black dragon was panting, on the verge of -

"...Oh, boy."

Azorious braced himself at the last second, but even he wasn't able to entirely avoid the backwash of sexual energy that came off the dragon. It was more than just the satisfying orgasmic energy, though, but a blast of need, and want, and stamina.

So much stamina.

The black dragon met his eyes, and held up two fingers. Azorious smirked. So, the dragon wanted to keep this going, did he? Well, two could play that game...

The End

Summary: Lykus and Azorious have some fun at a café and invite Drac along to join them.

Tags: M/M, M/F, M/orgy, Dragon, Wolf, Demon, Public, Extreme Casualness, Slutting It Up, Otter, Oral, Public, Exhibitionism, Masturbation, Fingering, Anal, Orgasm, Cum,