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"New Home"

By Patrick D. Lambert

Commissioned by Poisson Rougue

There was a strange beauty in a drone. The lack of expressions and the inert body reminded him mortals were nothing but vessels made of flesh commanded by a will easy to corrupt and destroy. Some people called that "soul". Without it, the body can still work properly but it won't do more than the most basic functions. And it was free for anyone to take.

The Demon didn't feel any regret for destroying Christopher's soul. It was worthless to him. And even if he kept it inside the doll it could present a risk, as the Demon was oblivious to how the cube actually worked--not only that, but a body with a soul could potentially kick him out eventually.

With Fishy also out of the picture, the Demon took his new vessel back home. Controlling it from the outside was complicated without the doll, so the movements were even more clumsy than before. The Demon had to move one limb at a time, struggling to keep the balance. People noticed, but no one could see the Demon or the cube on his hand, and simply assumed the fox was either drunk or high, not exactly the most friendly image for Halloween night.

After a considerable effort, the fox arrived home. One last struggle and it reached his bedroom. And once there, the Demon left it over the bed. Just laying there was enough to give it an eerie aspect. Even the light extinguished from its eyes now that the remaining soul energy abandoned its body, making it look like an extremely realistic mannequin. Well, not for long.

The Demon inspected the little cube, still purple and glowing. It was a direct connection with the fox's mind. Usually, separating the soul from the body affected the mind, but the artifact acted as some sort of protection. After leaving the cube on the nightstand, the Demon decided to test his theory and jumped straight into the cube. Its glow became gradually stronger until the purple light flooded the room. Then it turned off in an instant when the Demon was sent into the fox's mind.

What he witnessed was exactly what he expected: a gigantic white chamber with no visible end and thousands of doors floating in midair. All the memories and knowledge the fox accumulated over the years were behind those doors, but without a soul to give it purpose, everything got sorted in perfect order. That was meant to change as soon as the Demon possessed the body completely.

However, the process was different without a soul. Usually, the possession focused on controlling the soul to move the body. For an empty vessel like the fox, it was like getting a new shoe: it had to be worn for some time to loosen it up. Things like muscle memory were still present.

The first thing the Demon did was expand himself across the empty space in its mind, leaving the memories alone for the moment. He turned into fog and began to spread, turning the chamber from white to purple. As he did so, he also gained awareness of the body.

For a being with no physical shape, it was strange to "feel" the body; it was something that wasn't there before, and now he couldn't stop noticing its presence. He had something over him, his clothes. And he was no longer floating, but resting over a soft surface. He also felt the cold draft coming through the open window. New sounds reached his ears, reminding him how sensitive those were; the same happened with the smells. The senses were the first thing he controlled, as those were the more diverse from body to body.

The movement proved to be a little more complicated. The Demon expanded through the body as someone getting inside a full-body suit, gaining control of one limb at a time. It started from the fingers, then each muscle tensed momentarily. Each movement felt stiff at first, but after a couple of minutes of bending elbows and knees, the Demon managed to sit on the bed. It would take some time to get used to it, but that sufficed for that moment.

The purple glow came back to his eyes, a signal that he was completely in control of the physical aspect.

"It seems to be in good shape," the Demon said in Christopher's voice. He opened and closed his mouth several times before speaking again. "Small bodies feel so different. It's hard to fit in here," his voice got deeper as he spoke.

With little effort, the Demon stood from the bed and walked to the mirror on the other side of the room, evading the dirty clothes spread over the floor. Now that he was looking through its eyes, he found himself pleased with what the fox had to offer. His body, while slender, had a particular appeal that could be more noticeable with the right clothes. His orange fur had a tidy aspect, evidence of how thorough was the fox in its care--the products perfectly organized over the dresser were also proof of it. There was beauty and potential that the previous owner didn't notice before, probably trapped in a routine where he felt comfortable.

Well, that was about to change. But before he could do more, the Demon still had to take the most complicated step. As he went back into its mind, the chamber had adopted a more lugubrious aspect with the purple fog covering it. The doors were still floating, but there were no longer in order.

Possessing the mind was the tricky part. Dealing with the flow of information was always exhausting, but it was part of "being" Christopher. Instead of walking into a new room, opening the door allowed the memories behind to come through--not only that, but they would start opening one by one after that. The Demon turned the knob of the first one to set the chain in motion.

Memories after memories hit the Demon as they began to fill the chamber. He saw him as he went from a cub to an office worker, getting to see the faces of each friend he met on the way. He experienced dozens of parties before choosing small reunions at home or in a bar and witnessed how all his dates went.

It was hard to pick a memory in particular to live it slowly. Everything was happening before his eyes in a quick and messy display that somehow made sense in his mind. The Demon "recognized" the multiple places he visited, even when he never went there. Unknown faces turned into lifetime friends with whom he lived unforgettable moments.

He witnessed the first time he rode a bicycle, then a school trip during which some kids got sick, and after that his graduation from high school. It was always strange to recognize moments that never happened to him.

The overload of information made him dizzy. The Demon stepped back from the dresser and sat back on the bed, holding his head with both hands. For a moment, he thought it was about to explode. Despite those memories always being there, it was as if his mind couldn't keep them all inside.

The orange fur started to get damp from the sweat. His tail wagged violently against the mattress. Fangs gnashing, he endured the brutal assault going on in his new mind. It was completely different from a regular possession; he'd dare to say it was harder.

But after some minutes, the pain stopped, leaving the exhausted Demon with the last memories coming inside his mind. Everything was a mess, but when he thought about a moment in particular, a smile appeared on his face after seeing it was there, although not in full detail. In a couple of days, it should be easier to get the specific details of each memory.

The Demon lay on the bed and extended his arms. He had a new body of his own. And he was satisfied with what he got. There was so much he could do with the fox now that he had him. He wanted to explore the full potential of that body. Although he was one particular thing he wanted to do first.

Possessing someone was an exciting idea, so much that his cock was starting to get hard. He already had an idea of the fox's size just by looking through his memories, but the size still surprised him after he pulled down the zipper to free it. It was coming out of the sheat already with the tip covered in pre. And it continued getting harder the more he thought about using a cock that belonged to someone else.

Once he recovered, the Demon sat at the edge of the bed and held the red cock with his right hand. The soft fingers squeezed it softly, and a moan escaped from his lips after that. He got startled by how sensitive it was, although the Demon couldn't tell if it was always like that or was a product of the possession. Not that it made a difference at that moment.

Pulling the skin slowly got another moan out of him. The Demon closed his eyes and relaxed as his hand began to move up and down, stimulating the 10 inches--knot included. The motion quickly smeared pre over his fingers, which also made the stimulation even more intense.

The Demon looked through the memories and fantasies stored. While the fox wasn't that wild when it came to fantasies, he had his share of private fun not only in that room but in others. Versatile in bed, with an equal amount of experience being dominant and submissive. He liked to keep things fresh without going too far from the ordinary.

For the Demon that was fine, because it wasn't the things Christopher did that excited him, but invading those moments that should be considered private. The appropriation of that privacy and those moments, that's what the Demon enjoyed the most.

The fur from his nape bristled as the pleasure became stronger. The Demon bit his lower lip and arched his back. He was already close, something he assumed was due to the fox not jerking off for over two weeks. That would explain the huge amounts of pre still coming from his cock as he jerked off, going faster and faster.

His huffs turned into moans, and the strong musk coming from it was enough to entice the Demon to don't stop. His free hand played with his nipples from above the shirt, rubbing and pulling them to see how sensitive he was there.

"C'mon... let's see how far you can shoot," he said between moans.

He was almost there. Just a little more... and then.

"F-fuck!"

The Demon hunched as he reached climax. His cock throbbed hard in his hand as the strings of cum started to come from the tip, flying almost a meter before falling to the ground. The pleasure accumulated for days proved to be too intense for the demon, who felt a tear rolling down his cheek as the waves of pleasure ran across his body. He failed to contain his moans, which were heard all over the empty house.

Some seconds later, exhausted but satisfied, he let go of his cock and looked at the mess he made, starting from the fingers and moving to the lines of cum on the floor. It was... a lot. Enough to tempt him to wait another two weeks before jerking off again. After all, it was his body now.

With a long sigh of satisfaction, he fell back on the bed and smiled. "We're gonna have so much fun."

In the nightstand, the little purple cube turned into dust without the demon's knowledge.