FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

_ Codex Maledictus _

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

_ Codex Maledictus _, believed to be originally published in 419 AD, is an illustrated encyclopedic tome of pre-duotheistic _wicche_mythos, seasonal rituals, herbalism and alchemical formulae. It is thought to have been originally compiled from various disparate documents, bound together to create a working canonical reference manual for the preservation of tradition against the influx of monotheism.

The manuscript consists of three major sections, each with distinctly different materials used in their composition: the Histories, largely retellings of world-creation and soul-cycle lore; the_Almanac_, a compendium list of dates, seasons, phases of the sun and moon and important events; and the Rites, which are a mixture of abstract poetry, indexes of important spirits and ceremonies of communication. The Rites are written on much thicker vellum, generally of a smaller size than either the Histories_or the _Almanac, and do not obey standard left-to-right, top-to-bottom syntax.

During the Thirty Years' War in 1648, the codex vanished from the archives of the Holy Empire, presumed to be taken as plunder, and despite several unsubstantiated reports has not surfaced since. It is presumed to have been destroyed by the Church...

---

Demon Love

by

Dissident Love

November 2013

Part 1 - Once Upon A Midnight Dreary

Hallowe'en had come and gone. The Keynes household had passed through the traditional annual sugar-fueled psychosis and come out the other side relatively unscathed, with most of the younger members swearing off chocolate and other assorted sweets until at LEAST.... mid November.

It has often been assumed that Hallowe'en was a night of great power, a thinning of the spaces between dimensions, a particular time of the year where witches cavorted with satyrs, where ghosts and spirits left their realms to terrorize the living, where ghouls and monsters roamed the shadowy places unseen by normal eyes.

In reality, Hallowe'en is just the night where people wear as little clothing as they can get away with, drink as much as they can get away with and pretend that fake blood and plastic dismembered limbs are the absolute peak of good-natured hilarity. Calendars change over time, cycles no longer synchronize with government-approved pieces of paper, and lore fades into myth.

Those who were more in tune with the Universe, both the reality and the unreality of it, know that the night that used to be known as the Night Of The Dead now fell on the fifth of November, and they planned their unholy observances accordingly.

"Fireworks?"

"Check."

"Toilet paper?"

"Check."

"Paint bombs?"

"Check."

"Blackberry wine?"

"Ohhh, totally check!"

Ever since the V For Vendetta movie reminded everyone that domestic terrorism was hip, the 5th of November had been enormously easier to take advantage of. Fireworks sales continued on through Hallowe'en, often peaking on the 5th, and there were even Anonymous Parties to attend that provided excellent alibis for young, mischief-minded mystics everywhere.

Marshall Keynes trudged along with his friends, keeping his head down, backpack weighing heavily on his slender shoulders. He was excited for the fireworks, as all boys his age were. There was something about possessing illicit explosives that surpassed all other thrills, and blowing up a piece of nature was a fundamental reason to exist. He could do without the wine, or more accurately he could do without his friends getting plastered and forcing him to debase himself, but with any luck things wouldn't escalate quite that far tonight.

He heard someone call his name. The young white-tailed deer quickened his pace, tiny hooves clacking as he caught up. "What?"

"I asked if you were all ready, Marsh," Jick grinned, the much larger otterboy clapping him on the back. "You got all your magical ingredamints and stuff?"

"It's not magic," the deer said automatically.

"Dude, you sound like a broken mp3. Come on, it's gonna be awesome! You're the man, Marsh!"

The other boys laughed. They weren't his close friends, and he sometimes got their names mixed up. Jick was the buffer between himself and the outside world, and he was reasonably sure that Jick was as close a friend as he was liable to get.

"You're going to do what I say when it starts, right?" Marshall asked, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"Of course!" Jick said, flashing his most winning smile. "You're the expert here."

Johny and Bentley nodded in agreement. Johny (or was it Bentley?) was a tall wolfskunk, and tonight the white patterns on his dark grey fur were dyed purple and green. Bentley (or was it Johny?) was a dracobunny, a strange mixture of furre and dragon. They were proud of their mixed heritage, and especially boastful of their enchanted bloodlines. Jick had very little innate ability, limited to only the most basic illusions, but Marshall had always helped to balance him out, helping the otter when he could.

"Definitely the expert," the wolfskunk said.

"Definitely," the dracobunny agreed.

All around the neighborhood, cheap fireworks were popping off. Children giggled and screamed, music streamed out of open front doors as people wandered from house to house, exchanging snacks and pleasantries. The latest Guy Fox traditions had mutated into a form of alcohol-fueled social anarchy, where for one night the concept of private property was abandoned, or at least shelved. When Marshall left his house, there were half a dozen people he'd never seen before in his living room, and he was pretty sure most of his brothers and sisters were likewise in other homes.

He'd made sure to engage all three locks on his bedroom door before leaving. Social anarchy be damned, he had some expensive, rare and very dangerous things in there.

They reached the end of the cul-de-sac and continued in down the narrow gravel pathway between the houses. Meadowlark Park was vast, and the most privacy they were likely to get. To the south, the park ended at the local elementary school, and there were more fireworks popping and whooping down there, but to the north the great oak trees were dark and silent.

"Pop the wine, dude!" the wolfskunk said before they were out of earshot of the nearest houses. The dracobunny grinned in the darkness, reaching into his own backpack and pulling out two blank corked bottles, clearly of the homebrew variety.

They turned off the gravel path, navigating carefully. The stars were hidden by the huge boughs overhead, the streetlights were far too distant to provide any illumination, and no-one had thought to bring something as frivolous as a flashlight. Marshall had a lighter for the candles, and Jick had matches for the fireworks, but that wouldn't have been any great help.

Bentley and Johny each took long swigs, wiped their muzzles on their sleeves and handed the bottles back to Jick and Marshall. "Drink up?"

Jick took the nearest bottle, and seeing that the deer wasn't about to, ended up taking both. "Ya don't want any? It's sweet. It's not like that crap we got last year that could take paint off a pickup."

Marshall shook his head. "I'm good."

"Sure?"

"I'm not exactly baking cookies here," he chuckled, poking the bottle away from him. "This is delicate work."

"Ok, good point, good point," Jick said, taking a pull from each bottle and handing them back. "Whaugh! Ok, maybe it's a little like the stuff we had last year... whew."

The four boys laughed, although Marshall's was always a little bit later and a little bit quieter. He didn't want to be here. He didn't want to be out. He didn't enjoy Parentalia or Samhain, and having them overlap in this fashion made the little deer very nervous. Even tucked into his bed and protected by half a dozen familial wards, he still found himself being woken up by long-deadancestors, most of whom just wanted to chat and wouldn't take no for an answer.

But out here, in the woods, preparing to draw the attentions of a winter spirit and bartering for good fortune? He'd rather have the candy-sweats for an entire year than crack open Auntie Danni's codex, but Jick had a way of asking that made it very difficult to refuse.

Besides. It might work.

The wine bottles were empty and long discarded by the time they finally fumbled their way into the clearing. It was easy to find in the daylight, as the drifting mounds of expended fireworks, candy wrappers and pop cans would attest, but approaching midnight it took the tipsy teens quite a bit longer. Marshall could have found it easily, but he wasn't especially eager to start.

"Ok, let's get a move on! I'm eager to start!" Johny or Bentley said, slapping his scaly paws together.

The wolfskunk snapped his fingers, creating a tiny globe of white light and illuminating the clearing. Marshall smacked his palm against his forehead, but said nothing. Yes, this is exactly the sort of mind I want to give access to a winter spirit...

Everyone had their talents. Johny and Bentley were skilled conjurers, able to 'create' small amounts of mass or energy. Really, conjuring was a form of redistribution, and science had long ago determined that nothing was being created or destroyed, but the level of control varied wildly by innate capacity. Jick was more gifted at sensory manipulation, particularly farsight and some limited precognition, but he was still tremendously at the mercy of the crushing headaches that temporal interference caused.

Marshall couldn't create a spark to save his life, and his best attempts at farsight had caused him to go cross-eyed for three days, but it was a fairly well-known fact that somewhere far in his family history, he was related to Judah LaVeya. He had been told quite plainly that one fact was one of the only reasons he was not picked on more in school.

He started laying out candles, driving them into the soft earth, and clearing away the brown, drying leaves. Jick was organizing the contents of their backpacks, more than a dozen particular ingredients required for this ritual. Johny and Bentley were breaking into the third bottle of wine and whispering among themselves.

"You remember what I said about limitations, right?" Marshall asked for the tenth time.

"Yes, yes," Jick said reassuringly, heavy tail swishing with mirth. "You can't ask for WEALTH, you can't ask for HEALTH, and you can't ask for LOVE. It doesn't DO that sort of thing."

"So what are you going to ask for?" the deer prompted.

"To help unlock my spiritual skill and potential."

"Knowledge of all things scientific!" the dracobunny said.

"Good fortune and protection for the coming year!" the wolfskunk called.

Marshall nodded. That was the trick with nature spirits, particularly winter spirits. You couldn't be too specific, but you ALSO couldn't be too general. Auntie Danni's codex went into considerably greater detail than most old demonological tomes he had access to, which is the entire reason he was here. He regretted bragging to Jick at school that he felt confident enough to summon his own daemon, which was just a term for any spirit that could influence the living. Demons were not inherently evil, but they _were_inherently untrustworthy, unless you knew how their minds worked.

"What about you, Marsh?" Jick asked.

I am going to ask the spirit to dickpunch anyone that calls me Marsh."Nothing," he said.

"What, seriously? Nothing? Come on, you can get some big shit! You're in the prime of your life, there must be something you want. Girlfriend?"

"It can't grant love."

"Not_love_, dumbass. A girlfriend."

Marsh sighed, finishing out the candle placements and checking everything over with a tape measure. "They can't influence minds."

"Can you ask it for a car? Chicks dig cars."

"Just hand me the chalk."

Fifteen minutes later the circles had been marked out, squeeze-bottles of chalk carefully squirting runes and protective barriers. Jick, Johny and Bentley were conscientious enough to actually keep away from the farthest rings, knowing just how dangerous an empowered spirit could be. The history of demonology was replete with rather accurate and graphic depictions of what few body parts remained of unsuccessful summoners.

He knelt by the apex, behind a rune that looked rather like his own antlered head. "Ok, let's see... good, good, good, fine, ok, good. I think we've got everything ready." Now that he was the centre of attention, now that he was prepared to actually take on this dangerous ritual for reasons that he wasn't entirely sure of or comfortable with, he was all business. "You guys ready?"

The three boys nodded.

"You're gonna be quiet until I'm done?"

They nodded again.

"I mean it. Seriously. Don't say anything. Don't breathe loudly. Don't come TOWARDS me, and don't LEAVE the clearing. RIght?"

They exchanged uncertain glances, but nodded a third time.

"Good."

Marshall stood up and very carefully, one by one, lit the candles in a clockwise direction, filling the clearing with a warm golden glow. He glared at the dracobunny, and the tiny white orb of light flickered out of existence, with a muttered call of "Sorry!"

He knelt, arranged the ingredients and fetishes as required, and with no other ways to stall for time, pulled the codex out of his backpack. The book was old, he knew that. Incredibly old. It was bound with wood, two quarter-inch planks blackened with time and connected with rings of tarnished brass. The pages within were all different sizes, shapes and thicknesses, and the scrawled, faded diagrams and sigils made his eyes hurt.

Written on the inside cover in silver glitter-pen were the words:

To my favorite nephew,

you're the only person

I trust with this book.

Take care, live well, love lots,

and nothing within can harm you.

Hugs and kisses!

Danni

He flipped through to the page he had carefully marked with a Post-It Note, and took a deep breath. Weeks of translations, weeks of notes, weeks of rehearsal, and he was still only mostly entirely completely fairly sure that he was on point. Mostly.

"O valde quod noti phasmatis, audite meus cornu placitum," he chanted, heart pounding, scattering the crumbled-up sleeping pills which contained belladonna extract, and dark cocoa for flavor. The candles trembled, but there was generally no reaction. Ok, so far, so good.

"Si istic auditus, forte utinam certe loqui ista nunc," he continued, hoping he managed that guttural last syllable without snorting. The chicken-stuffing seasoning went next, rosemary and sage and thyme flitting through the air and sparking in the candle flames. He could have sworn he felt a tremor, but that was probably just his knees.

"Meus canis haud nose. Quam is nidor, atrox." The first part he was dreading drew nigh, and he swallowed hard. Carefully holding the little shard of wrought iron in one palm, poached earlier that week from the garden fence, he slammed his hands together. He winced and bit his lip, but did not cry out. Moving his hands slowly apart, the tiny droplets of blood (both palms, he was immensely relieved to discover) pattered around the edge of the Inner Veil. Tiny waves seemed to be passing through the chalk lines, but they remained steady and solid.

The three bigger boys exchanged nervous, excited glances. The dracobunny opened his mouth, tongue poised to speak, but a quick-thinking Jick gripped the dracobunny's lower jaw with a lightning-quick motion, shaking his finger admonishingly. The dracobunny swallowed and nodded.

"Si quisquam est reddo is vos es captus fun ex meus fabula," Marshall intoned, voice growing steadily louder in order to be heard. There was no avoiding it now: the wind that sprang up was unnatural, focused with growing intensity on the centre of the chalk circles, whipping the candle flames into long streamers but somehow not extinguishing them. Leaves and twigs spun and tumbled, flying high into the sky and off into the trees, but the chalk lines and sigils remained eerily still.

And this is the hard part, the deer thought. Please, please, please don't say anything, you guys, or I'm going to be very, very mad. Or dead. One of those.

The Inner Veil was now a suscept, a point of weakness between, not _other_worlds, but between the worlds of the Seen and the Unseen. Marshall saw it as a vaguely egg-shaped glow hovering in midair, and through it he could see... shapes. His mind tried to identify colors, curves, angles, anything, but whatever geometries operated on the other side of the barrier they were not simple enough for his four-dimensional brain to understand.

He carefully withdrew the final component from his shirt pocket, popping the lid on the tiny tupperware container and removing the wilted, blacked rose bloom. It had been frozen overnight and now represented the transition of autumn to winter, the first frost. It was supposed to be dried and crumbly, and he'd wished he'd brought the ice chest, but that would have aroused too much suspicion.

In hindsight, potentially being grounded was perhaps not worse than improperly summoning a demon.

He crumbled it, the petals turning to mush in his fingertips, and sprinkled it into the Veil.

He looked at his fingers and saw the smeared, perfume-scented remains stuck to his fur, none of it actually falling free. He almost swore, but caught himself. Ok, ok, don't panic, there's an open suscept right in front of you, with neither filters nor commands in place, and the only remaining component is compost. No need to worry.

Marshall carefully tensed his fingers and tried to flick the rosey remains into the Veil, hoping that the demons weren't too concerned with moisture content. The nervousness became apparent when his arms twitched, hands shaking visibly, and flecks of flowery debris falling into the Outer Veil, the sigils, his own hooves, and into the suscept itself where they vanished instantly.

Well, fuck.

The bass thrum that filled the clearing put everyone's teeth on edge; Marshall could feel it in his antlers, forcing his eyes in different directions. The wind died almost instantly, but the candle flames continued to flail like whips, impossibly long and bright. The shapes beyond the suscept seemed to become agitated, vanishing from sight. Marshall wasn't sure how he knew, but the spirits and demons on the other side weren't just leaving... they were fleeing.

"Bleach!" Marshall called out. "Now! Bleach!"

A glance out the corner of his eye, and his stomach quailed at the sight of his three friends doing absolutely nothing. He took a deep breath, and tried again. "BLEACH!"

Jick shook himself, reaching into his own bag for the squirt bottle of household cleanser. In an emergency, he had been given the responsibility to purify the Inner Veil, something that the codex had been quite vague on. Cleanliness and purification, both inner and outer, was crucial. Marshall knew he was probably about as pure as anyone here was likely to be, but he couldn't have kept such a potent chemical near the other components.

The otter took one step, squirted the bottle and screamed in terror when a gout of flame emerged from the little plastic spigot. He dropped the bottle and stepped back, shoving his burnt fingers in his mouth. The bleach fell outside the Outer Veil, exploded and seemed to sublimate completely, leaving only a sickeningly grey mist.

Huh. That wasn't in the book.

"Avaunt!" Marshall cried, kneeling and clapping his hands together above the sigil of Self, scattering blood droplets and distorting the chalk. He had to close the suscept, and he himself was the key that kept the doorway open. Without the sigil of Self, there would be no connecting passage, merely a window...

The blood droplets fell onto the sigil but turned away mere inches from the chalk, floating upwards, glinting like rubies in the candlelight.

I think I just peed.

He wanted to run, but the suscept would always remain, tied to himself. He wanted to close it, but short of piercing the Inner Veil he wasn't entirely sure how, and putting himself beyond the inner barrier would be putting himself at the mercy of whatever lay beyond.

"DUDE! CLOSE IT!"

When I figure out which one of you said that, I am going to punch you in the dick.

"Si non superesse dicerent salve uxor!" he quavered, trying desperately to sound forceful. "Si tu flammabiles et crura, nunquam es claudebant ignis exitus! Si..."

The oval void trembled, swelled, and burst with no more force than a soap bubble, extinguishing the candles and plunging them into darkness.

"... quid infernum?" he croaked, terror squeezing his throat.

For several moments, the only sound was Marshall slowly recovering his breath, the other three boys trying hard not to breathe, and the shredded autumn leaves slowly settling onto the ground once more.

Jick was the first to speak. "That didn't go well," he said, voice oddly flat. "Marsh? Are we gonna be ok?"

Yeah, ask if 'we' are going to be ok. Don't worry about the person actually summoning the f... the demon. He caught himself before blaspheming against a spirit. They couldn't exactly read thoughts, but the actions of the mind left imprints on the soul. They tended to take that personally. "I think so," he replied, getting slowly to his hooves, brushing his bloody, rosy palms on his jeans. "Ain't gonna be no rematch."

"Don't want one," the otter said with a faint, terrified chuckle.

Eventually his eyes adjusted to the faint illumination from the sky above, and he could make out the wolfskunk and the dracobunny picking themselves up from the tree they were huddled against. "So it didn't work?" the latter said with a trace of annoyance.

"No, it didn't," Marshall said politely.

"Why not?!"

Be polite, stay polite, don't rock the boat... "There was an issue with the final component," he said through clenched teeth, "because no-one was willing to bring a cooler."

"That was your job, you're the demonologist!" the wolfskunk protested.

"Yeah. It was my job. Everything was my job." Dejected, he started to gather up the components and candles. The wind had blown everything around, and even some of the candles had been uprooted. In the darkness he couldn't make out most of the chalk sigils, but he supposed it was time to erase the evidence of their presence. He didn't need someone reporting a strange ritual to his parents.

He reached out to grab a candle that had rolled towards the middle of the clearing, and just a moment too late his mind sparked the thought, did anything come through the gate?

His paw passed through the Inner Veil, and before his fingertips could touch the candle an invisible, iron-strong grip snatched at his wrist. Tiny pinprick claws touched his skin, and as much as he struggled, digging his hooves into the dirt and scrambling backwards, he was stuck as surely as a fly in superglue. Someone screamed, a high-pitched panicked shriek, and he was a little bemused to discover it was himself.

"Going somewhere?" purred a deep, malevolent voice, far too close to his ear for comfort.

"WHAT?!" Jick was yelling, strangely distant. "WHAT'S HAPPENING?!"

The larger boys watched Marshall slowly being dragged to the centre of the clearing, digging furrows in the cold earth. The deer was howling with fright, eyes huge and white in the darkness, and the unseen presence hoisted him bodily into the air, hooves dangling uselessly.

"HELP HIM!"

"FUCK YOU, YOU HELP HIM!"

"THIS WAS YOUR IDEA!"

"I DIDN'T TWIST HIS ARM, HE COULD HAVE SAID NO!"

"YOU SUCK!"

"FUCK YOU I'M OUT!"

The wolfskunk and dracobunny sprinted out of the clearing, and with a pained expression Jick took one step towards the suspended deer... shook his head, shuddered, and fled.

Marshall twitched, but it was largely involuntary; none of his muscles were responding anymore, least of all his lungs. There was an overwhelmingly powerful force around his chest, not crushing, not hurting, but merely making itself known. His stubby white tail spun with dread, his eyes rolled back, his mind filled with scarcely imagined horrors surely to await. Winter demons were notoriously vengeful when their attentions were not appeased.

A pressure built at the back of his mind, a thought that refused to go away, a phantom pain where there were no nerves. He could make out a silvery outline now, pearly and translucent, and two tiny, ruby-red eyes that he initially thought were his floating droplets of blood.

"You are the Summoner?" the voice whispered with all the force of tumbling lead anvils.

Marshall bleated once, and fainted.

Drifting in slow circles through the middle of the seemingly empty clearing, his thin chest rising and falling, antlered head hanging limp, the deer was well beyond hearing the high, clear, feminine voice sigh. "Aw, darn it. Not again."

---

He was back in the forest. He was running for his life, hooves pounding, heart thundering in his ears. Something pursued him, darker than the midnight sky, breathing down his neck, drawing inexorably closer. It wasn't a winter spirit. It wasn't anything he was familiar with. Something had come through that suscept, something capable of frightening away the other demons, something that lured him to pierce the Inner Veil, something that was tied to him now, something that would follow him to the ends of the Earth...

... and drag him down to Hell.

He thrashed, his arms weighed down, his legs trapped, his mouth filled with cotton, light piercing his eyes, and he sat bolt upright and screamed.

At least, he tried to scream, but his muzzle was full of high-thread-count sheets.

"Vhhuvvhhnnk?" he groaned, blinking the sunlight out of his eyes. He was in his bedroom. He was in his bed. His sheets and blankets were knotted awkwardly around his body and one corner was tangled in his antlers, as they so often were. He carefully extracted the damp cotton from his mouth, flexed his jaw and yawned, flopping back onto his pillow.

There was a knock at his bedroom door. "I know last night was a party night," came the stern, sarcastic voice of his mother, "but SOME people in this house still have SCHOOL to get to, hmmm? This is your last warning before I get the hose."

"I'm... up..." he gasped, staring hard at the ceiling, trying to focus, trying to slow his breathing.

Ye gods, he thought, what in the world happened last night? Was it a dream? Am I dead?

"Not dead," came that deep, melodious voice next to his head, a tiny tongue licking at his delicate pink ear. "Not a dream. But you do definitely have some explaining to do."

Marshall's head whipped around, antlers tossing his pillow clear across the room, bringing him face-to-face with a slender ivory-white muzzle, tiny blood-red eyes sparkling just below a pair of cute black horns.

"Bleat?"

He wasn't sure how he missed the figure sharing his bed, and a quick flick if his eyes downwards only amplified his disbelief. She was a mouse, but her dainty heritage was defied by a pair of breasts that she would be hard-pressed to get her arms fully around, snow-white and impossibly silky. They weighed heavily against his own chest, rising and falling in time with his breath. A great deal more bulk pinned his legs, more than his blankets could possibly weigh, and some exploratory pats with his free hand confirmed that the she was actually a shi.

The mousegrrl winked and leaned in, kissing at his nose. "It's ok," shi said with exaggerated impatience. "I'll wait."

He lifted up the blanket slightly and peered down between their naked bodies. His own unremarkable hazel-brown nethers were completely hidden by a milky white sheath that reminded him of the propane tank fuelling his father's barbecue, and just beyond it a pair of equally alabaster spheres that dwarfed hir immense breasts.

"Seen enough?" The decidedly over-abundant mouse dragged an onyx claw teasingly down his chest, swirled his bellybutton, and then back up to the nape of his neck.

"Wh-"

"Oh, don't say 'who are you', that's so cliched," the mousegrrl chided, shifting hir weight effortlessly to somehow roll even closer to him, one melon-sized breast pinning his chest. "Come on, there's gotta be a better question than that in there. Come on. You can do it. Wow me."

His mind was a maelstrom of chaos, but he still had the keen analytical mind of the introverted demonologist. "You're not a winter spirit," he wheezed.

The mouse shook hir head, ears twitching just behind hir horns. "Correct, and not actually the stupidest thing you could have said! Also not a question, though, so you lose a point." Hir hand slid down his chest, wriggled beneath hir sheath and around his genitals, that same iron-strong grip not actually squeezing to the point of pain, but very close. "One more try?"

Oh crap what happened last night, something came through, obviously THIS came through, I can't ask what shi is, shi won't tell me, shi wouldn't dare give me power over hir that shi did not want me to have, but I can work it out if I can just get to my codex, but where... "How did I get here?" he asked, instantly wishing he had phrased it better.

The tiny hand twitched and he jerked, but the grip loosened a hairsbreadth. "Also not stupid, but you're a spoilsport," shi pouted. Strangely enough, Marshall's brain chose that moment to point out that hir nipples, delicately small compared to hir immense bosom, were black. "I brought you here. It seemed the least I could do. Hmmmm, it seems the rest of you is waking up. You better hurry before you get too big for my tiny little hand..."

Against his wishes and against every self-preservation instinct he possessed, he was undoubtedly growing aroused in hir paw, the pressure rising alarmingly. Can't ask who shi is, can't ask what shi is, can't ask why shi's here! Shi has to be tied to me through the suscept, shi was summoned at my call, so we're linked, but... physical body! Most don't have physical bodies! And WHAT a body! Sweet merciful...

"Mmmm, things are speeding up down there! Be careful, I've got a competitive streak," shi grinned devilishly, shifting hir hips and dragging that colossal sheath across his thighs. "Tick tock, lover!"

"Are you malus amante inferium?" he asked hastily, rolling the proverbial dice.

Hir grin turned malicious, hir grip tightened and shi lunged, overpowering him...

... and came to a rest atop his body, tiny hands pinning his shoulders, hir lips pressed to his. "You don't know how happy I am to be summoned by someone who actually has to GUESS that!" shi giggled, wriggling like an excited puppy. Hir slender muridian body was perched completely atop the bulges of hir breasts, sac and sheath, which were in turn smothering his entire body from the neck down.

"Oh, no," he moaned, furious at his traitorous body for returning the kiss.

"Oh,yes," the hyper-herm purred, nibbling at his chin.

He was about to ask where his codex was when the door burst open, revealing Marshall's mother. Mrs. Keynes was a tall, imposing figure of deerhood, and right now her eyes were ablaze with righteous fury. "Marshall!" she bellowed, hands on hips. "What is going_on_ in here?!"

His jaw worked soundlessly, arms and legs trying to free themselves from the demon's assets and failing. "I... I..." he managed, wondering if it was possible to simply die from overstimulation. "I... shi..."

"School!" Mrs. Keynes snapped. "Shower! Breakfast! Shoes! SCHOOL! NOW!" With a frustrated final glare and an affronted huff, she turned and stormed out.

His jaw continued to flap, and he stared up into the demon's twinkling, mischievous eyes. "By the way, no-one else can see me," shi said airily. "So! What's for breakfast?"

Part 2 - Old Mistakes In A New Day

Getting dressed with a hyper-endowed love demon staring at you is, perhaps, one of the more difficult activities one can engage in.

"You're in school?" shi giggled, covering hir tiny muzzle with a dainty paw. "I guess that's respectable... in the old days, people stopped going to school before they were a dozen years old, so it hardly ever happened. Me meeting someone who was in school. At least, being summoned by them. I MET them all the time."

Now that he was out of the bed, the demongrrl was taking up the entirety of it. Shi lay on hir side like a pinup model, the blue striped sheets only accentuating the tremendous bulges beneath. Marshall was trying to keep his body hidden from view, pulling articles of clothing from the closet at random. "Yeah people go to school until they're eighteen or twenty or longer sometimes if they go to college look I really have to go to class in a few minutes you can totally stay here if you want but I have to go have a shower I'll be back later and we'll sort this out I'm really sorry for summoning you but I have to go bye!" he gasped, finally running out of breath at the end and dashing out of the room, slamming his door shut behind him.

He stood in the hallway, clutching a ball of clothes to his lap and panting. Oh fuck! What am I going to do? Shi's invisible? Mom's a better summoner than I'll ever be, but I can't ask her for help! AUGH!

"I thought you were showering," the demon said, tapping him on the shoulder.

"FUCK!" he screamed, spinning around and bouncing off of the linen closet. The demon, abundantly naked and immaculately groomed, stood fully nude by his side, leaning casually against the wall. "Wha... you... buh..."

Shi was shorter than he was, hardly more than five feet tall, but he would be hard pressed to find any porn model on the internet that could match any of hir curves. Save for hir crimson eyes shi seemed purely monochromatic, either frosty white or glossy black. Catching his gaze, shi wriggled hir hips, vast sheath and balls swaying and sloshing enticingly. "See something you like, lover?"

"I... shower..." he said weakly.

"Dude, that's just gross," came a voice from behind him, the high-pitched tone of his brother Monty. "Your ass is _not_what I want to see in the morning."

Marshall dashed into the bathroom, slamming that door even harder than his bedroom's, and collapsed onto the warm, damp tiles. I can't do this, this is ridiculous, I think my heart is exploding...

An immensely soft, warm and dense weight settled onto the back of his head. "Are you ok?" the demon asked, hir voice full of concern.

He managed to shift around enough to peer up with one eye. Shi knelt by his side, legs spread wide to allow hir enormous balls to press against his back, his shoulders, his cheek. At this distance he could make out the fine network of veins just beneath their velvety surface, and his eyes managed to grow even more panicked when those vessels suddenly plumped up, hir sac expanding with an audible gurgle.

"Do you want me to wash your back?" shi asked, smiling down at him over the broad curves of hir bosom.

Ok, ok, ok. Ok. Ok. Get a grip here, Marshall. No-one can see hir... so that's a good thing. Shi doesn't seem to be able to touch anything, except you, so that's... not so great. You have school, and that's definitely going to be awkward. I think it's time to rack up my first sick day. But for right now...

"Can you wait outside?" he asked, getting to his feet and trying not to touch hir anywhere. It wasn't easy; the mousegrrl's curves were taking up a lot of the very narrow bathroom.

"Why?" shi asked, nibbling a claw, idly rubbing a sponge against hir sheath.

Moving as confidently as he could, he pulled the shower curtain closed, tossed his clothes out onto the counter, and turned the water on. He bit back a cry of shock as the expected initial spray was icy-cold, but it eventually warmed up, enveloping him in a relaxing cloak of steam.

Ok, I can figure this out...

"Mmmm, that feels nice," shi sighed, stretching hir arms high above hir head and thumping hir sheath against his rump. "Do you have any citrus shampoo? I love that stuff."

Shi followed him around as he finished his shower, dried off, dressed and headed downstairs for breakfast. He nearly had an aneurysm walking into his crowded kitchen when all three brothers and all three sisters turned to stare at him, smug in the knowledge that he had been yelled at, thereby raising their status within the parental hierarchy. He thought they were looking at the demon, but shi continued to wander around unnoticed.

"Took your sweet time getting down here," Melinda sneered, tossing a piece of toast at his head. It bounced off of his muzzle, but he managed to catch it with only a few buttery fumbles. "Out LATE last night? Doing anything FUN? No-one heard you come IN..."

"Why are you yelling like that?"

"Why are YOU avoiding the QUESTION?"

He stifled a yawn, keeping an eye on the demon. The naked, and increasingly attractive, demon seemed to be far more interested in the toaster.. "I'm just really sleepy, ok? I was out with Jick and Johny and... and Bentley... and..."

A dozen eyes watched their brother sprint out of the kitchen, his toast falling uneaten to the floor. In the distance there was a chaotic rustling from the hall closet, and then the front door slammed hard enough to shake the entire house.

"Ok, everyone else here thinks he's gay now, right? It's not just me?"

---

Already the sidewalks were filled with kids of all ages trying desperately to get to school as slowly as possible. The air was crisp and cool, the temperature having dropped considerably from the night before. Marshall was pulling his coat on one arm, struggling with his backpack straps with the other, his untied shoes flapping awkwardly. He reached the end edge of the sidewalk, turned to head towards Jick's house, and tripped over his own hooves.

"Whoa, there! Where are you going in such a hurry?" the demon said brightly, hooking hir hands under his armpits, catching him in mid-fall. Mid-fall, however, placed his head squarely between hir breasts, leaving only his antlers poking out of hir cleavage.

I wonder if other people see me just leaning at a forty-five degree angle now, the clinical part of his mind thought.

The slightly larger teenaged masculine portion of his mind was just thinking OMG BOOBS.

Shi carefully righted him, brushing some imaginary dust off of his shoulders, helping him slip his coat on and carefully arranging his backpack. "There! All better," shi grinned, nodding with satisfaction.

He stared at hir for several long seconds. His jaw worked, but nothing came out.

The demoness rolled hir eyes. "I swear, it's Salem all over again," shi sighed, crossing hir arms under hir breasts and hoisting the already incredibly perky swells even higher. Little puffs of steam emanated from hir nose, as well as from hir tiny horns. "Are you just going to ignore me?"

"I... I'm not trying to ignore you," he said slowly, double-checking his words for anything shi could use against him. "I just... don't know how to deal with this yet. I wasn't expecting to summon a...you last night."

A brother and sister fox from down the street passed by to either side of him, staring at him curiously. The demoness smiled winningly at them, but they did not notice. "I don't know who you were trying to summon, with a ritual like THAT. A virgin, pure of heart, delving a suscept with blood and roses on the Samhain Eve Of Creation, in the Dark Heart Of The Forest? You came a-knocking, lover, and I answered."

"Eve of... Dark Heart of... oh, dip..."

"Dip indeed, darling," the demoness snickered, sashaying closer and pressing hir outlandish bulges against him, rolling hir hips for good measure. "You're a little new to this game, hmm? Your blood practically sings with your lineage, and you act like this is the first time you've ever made dark pacts with the ineffable forces beyond!"

"Well..."

Hir grin stretched unnervingly wide, and he squeaked with alarm as shi spun, hooked his elbow and started walking briskly down the sidewalk, all but dragging him along. "I suppose I get to be your companion, then, as you... come into your own," shi said primly, skipping girlishly. Marshall was bewildered by hir ability to move so easily with such obviously burdensome assets. "It's been so long since I've been allowed to enjoy the wonders of your world! I suppose there's been a rather dramatic drop-off in pure hearts these last few centuries..."

"How... how do you know I have a pure heart?" he asked, struggling to keep up with the direction of the conversation, as well as the direction of hir steering arm.

"Demon's intuition?" shi said innocently, hir tail curling around his leg. "That's really just a technical term, anyways. Pure doesn't always mean nice... I've met some very puritanical folk with dark sides that would make a satyr blush, and I once spent an enjoyable winter with a toothless berzerker warrior who truly had the heart of a poet." Shi smiled wistfully, inhaling deep and bugging Marshall's eyes out.

They crossed a street, and Marshall suddenly remembered why he had sprinted out of the house without putting anything in his stomach. "I have to go... this way," he said, gesturing down the cross road. "Just... for a bit... look, do you have to keep following me around?"

"Uh, duh, yeah," shi said, exhibiting remarkably modern diction for someone who claimed to have been out of the loop for better than a hundred years. "I can interact with precisely one person in this world, so you are the sole and entirety of my amusement, but I want nothing more than to help you."

"And I should believe that because..."

Shi smirked. "Because my time here will be short, painful, and worst of all BORING if you don't want me here. I'm a selfish unholy bitch, but that same selfishness means it's in my best interests to make you deliriously, sinfully, orgiastically happy."

Marshall blinked. "Oh. Uh... huh. Yay?"

He didn't think it was possible, but with one swift motion shi slid hir arm further through his, hir tiny paw darting down the front of his pants and wrapping around his sheath once again, tiny claws pricking the base of his sac. "So I guess what I'm saying is... how can I make your day?"

Marshal swayed back and forth, one eye rolling back. "You could... _stop_doing that... for now..."

"Awww! Why?"

"Because people are staring at me!" he hissed, tugging uselessly on hir arm.

"Yeah, but not ME, and not at THIS," shi said meaningfully, squeezing him tenderly and forcing several inches to emerge within his jeans.

"Stop... for... NOW!" he grunted, managing to push himself away from the shockingly-figured mouseherm.

"Oohhhh, just for now?" shi purred. "So you're saying we can pick this up later then?"

"I... yes... just... look..." His mind was ablaze. A love demon to call his own? Yay! A demon he didn't know how to unsummon? Not good! A demon no-one could see who apparently delighted in messing with him? Definitely a problem! The most physically gorgeous creature on the planet? Yay again! "I just need to talk to my friends, before they get me in trouble!"

"Oh, you mean Jick and Johny and Bentley?" shi asked, chewing hir pinkie.

Marshall froze on his way up Jick's walkway, trying to surreptitiously arrange his pants to conceal his arousal. "What?"

"How do you think YOU got back to your bed?" shi asked pointedly, just as the front door opened and the otter stepped out. "Ask him yourself!"

"Hey, Marsh," the otter said, smiling at the deer. "What's-"

"JICK!" Marshall cried, grabbing the older boy's shoulders. "What happened last night?! Are you ok?"

The otter fell back against the door, caught off balance by the skinny cervid. "Whoa! Dude! Chill! We went to Bentley's place to chase tail, and you never showed up! I didn't think you'd take it so personal-"

"The forest! The clearing! The summoning!"

Remembering that he was twice the size of his friend, Jick straightened and pried Marshall's fingers from his coat. "Ok, you have clearly been drinking way more than we were," he said carefully, annoyance creasing his features. "Are you all right? Did you do something stupid last night? You know Hallowe'en's over, so you missed your chance to summon-"

Marshall let the otter go, stepping back and shaking his head. "I... I guess not," he said woozily. "Sorry, I... I had a weird night. No, I didn't," he added, glancing over at the demoness, who was clapping and bouncing very distractingly. "I didn't do anything stupid."

"Good. Jeez, dude. Easy on the duds. Come on, I'm late for school."

"I'll catch up, I have to forget something at home," Marshall said, walking backwards. "I mean, I forgot to remember something in my room. At home. Uh. This way. Bye!"

Jick watched the nerdy little deer run off and rolled his eyes wonderingly. "Maybe insanity runs in his family, too," he mused out loud, walking obliviously over the mouse-shaped footprints on the lawn. "It practically gallops."

---

Marshall tore through his now-empty house and charged into his room to find the demoness already back in his bed. Shi lay on hir back, hands wrapped around, or at least partially around, hir sheath, examining it awkwardly around hir breasts. "Tell me what you think," shi said curiously, moving it back and forth. "Honestly. Is it too small?"

The deer nearly tripped over his hooves, taken aback by the sight of the sensual mousegrrl sprawled on his bed. How many times had he wished for a girl to be in that position, or maybe a grrl if he was lucky? Too many to count. His eyes and his loins were warring with his common sense. "It's... it's... look, I'm just trying to find my book, ok?"

"Book?"

Don't let on too much! Shi mustn't be allowed to gain power over you. "Just a book I need," he replied, rifling swiftly through his desk, his shelves, his closet. Eventually he had to check under his bed, and the approach was made all the more difficult by the demongrrl rubbing the cuff of hir sheath against the undersides of hir breasts. He nearly thumped his forehead on the frame, peering under the mattress. "It's kinda big, pretty thick, heavy cover."

"This one?" shi asked cutely, pulling the codex from between hir breasts where he was positive it had not been a moment before.

"Yes," he said hoarsely, trying not to act tense. "That's the one. Can I just-"

Shi started to flip through it. "Awwww, this brings me back! I Actually helped write some of these, you know. Mostly the medicinal uses for deep tissue massage and birth control. Ooo, here's a great picture of my brother! He really doesn't look quite that fierce ALL the time..."

Marshall reached tentatively out for it, and shi swatted him away as though keeping a child out of a cookie jar. "Hey, that is mine, you know..." he said.

"Yes, and I'm using it," shi said primly. "You can have it back when I'm done. Why do you need this for school, anyways?"

"Er..."

"Unless you DON'T need it for school," shi said slowly, narrowing hir eyes. "Maybe you just need it so you can get rid of me... or enslave me... or HURT me..."

He raised his hands defensively. "No! I just want to learn more about you!" Of course, he eventually wanted the ability to get rid of hir, but the other two were definitely not his plan.

"Learn more about me? Then why don't you just ask me? Are you sure you don't want to get rid of me?" Shi swung hir legs off the bed, sheath and sac swaying alarmingly. Hir glare was challenging, tiny little fangs peeking out from hir glossy black lips.

"No! Of course not!"

"Do you swear?"

"Yes!"

Hir demeanor changed instantly and shi sprang to hir feet, handing the book over. "Good! Now, remember you said that. You swore not to get rid of me!"

Marshall reached out to take the codex, and there was a brief flash of fire and smoke. His eyes widened and his stomach dropped. "I... guess I did," he groaned. Good job, genius. You just swore, on a codex, to a DEMON, that you wouldn't unsummon hir. Fan-fucking-tastic.

"Oh, relax," shi giggled, punching him in the shoulder good-naturedly. "Think how much fun I'm going to have!"

"That's what I'm worried about," he said, sagging against his desk and flipping through the codex, not really for anything in particular but just to keep his eyes off of the mousedemon. "I mean, no offence, you SEEM nice... sort of... but I really don't want to have you following me around all the time."

Shi smirked knowingly, tracing hir fingertips along hir more prominent curves. "Really? You're a smart, confident teenaged sorcerer, who has bound his will to a love demon who is ready, willing and oh so very able to make his most naughty, salacious, forbidden desires come true... and you don't want me?"

He opened his mouth to reply, but managed only to quack.

The mouseherm stepped closer, filling his lap with hir sac, enveloping his thin chest with hir breasts, pressing hir lips to his. "Surely there's something we can do that's more fun than school..."

His fingertips trembled, still holding the book between hir bust and sheath, and he tentatively returned the kiss. How bad could it be, his hormone-driven better half cried, shi's a love demon! Shi is bound to you, and shi clearly is invested in your happiness... what could go wrong?

"What could go wrong?" shi purred, twining hir fingers through his hair and pulling him closer, maneuvering him towards the bed.

His eyes flew open and he twisted out of hir grip like a snake. He grabbed his backpack with one finger and left the room at a dead sprint, papers swirling through the air in his wake. The front door slammed, and the sound of his hoofbeats faded into the distance.

Shi pouted and glanced down at hir body, twisting back and forth to take it all in.

"Definitely too small," shi nodded, searching for a mirror.

---

Running on an empty stomach, insufficient sleep and trying to minimize a painfully raging erection was more difficult than it sounded. The only saving grace was the sidewalks had largely cleared out, and the distant sound of the late bell rang accusingly in his ears.

He clutched the codex to his chest. There had to be something in there he could use, either to protect himself, or keep hir away, or... or something. He couldn't unsummon hir, and even thinking about it was like a pressure behind his eyes that threatened to pop them out of his skull, but that left a lot of leeway, he hoped.

"Is school this way?" shi asked, leaning against a street light. He was past hir in a flash, but shi didn't seem to mind. He turned onto the main connector that ran east-west through the neighborhood, dashing towards the rising sun and the distant bulk of his high school.

"It looks like a prison," shi mused, sprawled out on the hood of a parked sports car, hir sac and sheath draped over the edge. He sped on by, trying not to stare.

How fast is shi?!

"What manner of taxidermy is this?" shi asked, kneeling on someone's lawn and poking curiously at a pink flamingo ornament.

He skidded to a stop, wishing he'd remembered to put his shoes back on when he left a thin layer of keratin on the sidewalk. "You're not going to leave me alone, are you?" he gasped, chest heaving, steam rising from his fur.

"You're not a long-distance runner, are you?" shi winked, continuing to inspect the flamingo.

"Ok, look," he wheezed, crossing the lawn and standing over hir, trying not to admire the impressive rondure of hir ass, or the way hir softer front portions tried to squeeze out around hir arms and legs. "We've got to set some ground rules."

Shi looked up at him and rolled backwards, spread-eagled on the icy cold grass. "Ground rules!" shi nodded, cradling hir breasts and kicking hir feet girlishly.

Marshall looked around in a panic, but realized once more that no-one could see hir, although they could see him apparently having a heated argument with a flamingo. Better than nothing, he supposed. "For starters, what do I call you? I can't just keep saying 'demon'."

"Ah ah ah," shi admonished, waggling a finger at him. "You know I can't tell you my real name. A real name... that's power, Marshall Maynard Keynes."

He winced at hir mention of his full name. "Indeed," he agreed reluctantly. "But I have to call you something."

"Mrs. Malus Amante Inferium, at your service!" shi declared, pulling a black leather wallet out from beneath hir sac and opening it up to what seemed to be a driver's license. "But my friends call me Mally."

He peered closer at the license, not surprised to find out that where it said 'Sex', it was immediately followed by 'Please'. "Mally works," he nodded. "Ok, then. Mally. The next thing... could you PLEASE put some clothes on?!"

"Why?" shi asked innocently, wrapping hir hands around hir mini-keg-sized sheath and tugging suggestively.

His pants tightened and he winced. "Just because I'm never going to get anything done if you keep... being... out... and... argh, just please? Can you borrow some clothes from where?"

Mally sighed and shrugged, slowly getting to hir feet in a tumbling, shifting avalanche of flesh. "If you absolutely insist, I will do as you command," shi grumbled wearing, rolling hir eyes. Shi snapped hir fingers. "How's this?"

One moment shi had been standing as naked as a jaybird naturalist, and the next shi was wearing what would have likely been a very modest full-length woolen gingham dress, complete with underbust corset and frilly trim. On hir body, however, it seemed to magnify hir attributes, red and white pattern stretched almost painfully around hir chin-high bosom.

"Well-" he started to say, trying to tear his eyes away from hir gravity-defying decolletage.

Shi frowned and nodded. "Too old-fashioned. I told you, it's been a while for me! Let's see, what do the ladies of today wear..." Shi stared blankly into the distance for a moment and broke into an enormous smile. "Oh! Is this better?"

Another fingersnap, and Marshall could feel his skin crawling with goosebumps and desire. He was not particularly into any fetishes, as far as he knew, and even his browser's search history was fairly vanilla, but he knew a dominatrix outfit when he saw it. White fur shon through black fishnet stockings and elbow-length gloves. The corset remained, but now it was ebon rubber and buckled with chrome fixtures and provided incredible lift and support while simultaneously leaving hir breasts almost completely exposed. A spiked collar encircled hir neck, hir wrists, and a nervous glance confirmed that a fourth and much larger collar adorned hir sheath. Hir sac swung free and unfettered, squeaking slightly as shi dragged a rubber-clad finger over the fluff.

"Oh, you do like it!" shi exclaimed, drawing him into a powerful embrace and nearly smothering him between hir upthrust breasts. "I'll wear it every day!"

His day might have improved if someone had called an ambulance, but sadly no-one was around to see the wild-eyed deer boy collapse for the second time in as many days, fainting dead away.

Part 3 - When Two Become One

He missed all of first period, all of second period, and he only barely managed to make it in to Trans-Species Relations before the late bell rang. He dropped heavily into his seat, aware of all the curious glances aimed his way, and immediately buried his face in the textbook. Incognito. If anyone asks, I felt sick. That's all that happened. I felt sick, and I went home to lie down. Everyone will believe that. No problem.

"They look like zombies," Mally said, wandering between the rows, occasionally thwapping one of his classmates on the head with the whip shi had somehow acquired. "This is education? The teacher isn't even doing anything, he's just staring at that... what is that? Half the students have their own, too. I think they're chatting, there's words on them."

Smartphones, he thought. Shi talks like shi's straight off the Jersey Shore, but shi doesn't know what a smartphone is. I have to keep hir away from computers!

Shi continued to idly bonk students on the head, none of them seeming to notice. Occasionally one would fiddle with their hair or rub their head after a blow, but it could almost be chalked up to coincidence. Almost.

The demongrrl appeared next to him, hir sheath rubbing against his whiskers, spiked cock-collar scratching his neck. "How long do we have to be here? I want to do something fun!"

Carefully, he pulled the codex out of his backpack and slipped it into the open pages of his social conscience textbook. Grabbing a scrap piece of paper and a pen, he scribbled out a few words for the anxious spirit.

Shi knelt to read it, forcing hir left breast into his lap. "Four and a half hours. What, really? Oh, come on! How often do you have to do this?" He scribbled some more. "Five days a week for the rest of the YEAR? Awwwwwwwwwwwww!"

I thought you were hundreds of years old why no patience?!

"There's no time like you know it between worlds. There is the experience, the flow, the passing of minds and souls and acts and hearts. I don't know how long I've got in this world, and I don't want to spend all of it reading a textbook about... what does that say, the pandas went to war with the foxes? When did that happen? I missed that!"

We can talk at lunch more, I will try explain.

"You better! It seems like a little bit of a waste of this outfit," shi grinned, bumping hir hip against his and forcing his chair to slide a few inches across the floor. More furs looked his way and Marshall blushed, moving his chair back. "Well, at least I can still find SOME things to amuse me."

Please don't not in class I just want

Mid-scrawl, the young deer stiffened. Mally was still leaning against him, incredibly soft flesh filling his vision, but hir hand had slipped down the back of his pants, fingers wriggling enticingly between his rump and the uncomfortable plastic chair.

"You're so tense," Mally murmured into his ear, black claws digging delicately into his cheeks. "I think this might be the longest I've ever gone after summoning without being ravished. If I didn't know better, I'd say you would rather I weren't here!"

Stop stop stop stop stop stop

Hir silky little paw slid further, brushing against his sac and drawing him to full arousal within his jeans. He wished he could slide the textbook onto his lap to hide it, but hir corset-clad cleavage was blocking him. Something pressed skillfully against his tailhole and his leg spasmed, kicking the chair in front of him.

"Sorry!" he said, too loud. Giggles rippled through the class, but faded when the teacher finally stood up, directing their attention to the board. Marshall gripped the pen so hard his knuckles whitened, and he tried to keep writing.

"Should I call you master?" shi purred, the monochrome domme-styled demon staring up at him adoringly. "Will that help? I once knew a bishop who loved for me to pretend to be his slave... it didn't end well for him, but I don't think you'll treat me nearly as badly as he did. You're not that sort of a man, are you?"

Marshall was so still the girl sitting behind him thought he'd been suddenly paralyzed, but his arm continued to shift and shake as he took what she assumed were notes. Mally shifted hir weight again in order to read, hir muzzle all but buried between hir breasts. "Get my hand out of where?" shi asked coquettishly.

"Mister Keynes, where do you think you're-" the teacher said, slamming one huge polar bear paw down on his desk, but the deer was out of the class with a flash of his white tail before he could finish. "Huh. That's a detention. Does anyone know what's up with him today?"

A mink at the back stuck his hand in the air. "I heard from his sister than he's gay now," he offered helpfully.

"Detention for you, too."

"Awwww!"

---

Marshall barged into the bathroom, throwing his bag onto the counter and biting down hard on his fist. "Rrrrrrrr! You can't do that to me when I'm in class, when I'm around other people!"

"Why not?" Mally asked, perched casually on the hand-drying machine, legs dangling. "You were enjoying it, unless I'm greatly mistaken."

"No! I wasn't!"

"Really? Three more seconds and you would have exploded all over your trousers," shi said, breathing on hir knuckles and polishing them on hir corset.

"That's not... ok, yes, on one level I was enjoying that, and I'm not saying you can't EVER do that, but... not in school! Boundaries! We need to establish boundaries!"

Shi frowned. "Are you all right? Your eyes are going in different directions, and you're sweating even though it's really cold in here."

"NO! I fainted on frost-covered grass this morning, and you just left me there, and you keep feeling me up when I'm in public and you're naked and sexy and wearing eat-me-beat-me fetish gear, and you WON'T LEAVE ME ALONE!"

He stood there, echoes slowly fading in the white-tiled washroom, fists clenched and teeth bared. For the first time, the demoness actually seemed slightly taken aback, and the look in hir eyes was... not hurt, but if anything slightly amused. Shi inhaled, corsets straining mightily, and nodded.

"Then tell me to stop," shi said simply.

"WH-..." he yelled before catching himself. He steadied his nerves and tried again. "What?"

"Tell me to stop."

"Would you listen?" he asked sourly, turning to look in the mirror. Ye gods, I'm a mess today.

"Of course!" shi chirped, hopping down effortlessly. "You summoned me. I can't directly oppose your will!"

He blinked and stared. "But... oh, come on. You've done the exact opposite of everything I've asked you to do!"

"Well, yeah, because you asked," Mally grinned, rolling hir eyes. "Really, I'm ruining some of my own fun by telling you this, but I think it's better in the long run if you don't get committed to a sanitarium before I've had a chance to really enjoy myself. Really, I would expect the descendant of Judah LaVeya to know the_basics..._"

Marshall just stared, mental gears whirring. "But... I said no, and stop, any number of times..." Even as he said it, though, he realized that he lacked specificity. Ordering someone to stop didn't necessarily indicate what they had to stop, divorced from context, and demons were nothing if not exceedingly pedantic. He always thought lawyers were descended from them.

"Stand on one foot," he said with authority, straightening his back and feeling on top of the situation for the first time all day.

In complete defiance of gravity, Mally lifted one foot without shifting hir weight. Shi waggled hir toes in the air and made a show of examining them for dust. "That's the best you can do?"

"Wear a pink schoolgirl outfit."

A faint 'pop' of matter and energy dancing a tango later and Mally was clad in what was, technically, a pink schoolgirl outfit. It wouldn't have fit a normally-proportioned girl of Mally's height, and so was stretched so impossibly tight on hir spectacular frame that shi seemed in danger of exploding. A tiny skirt, high heels and even pigtails in hir raven black hair; despite the prim, obedient nature of the outfit, shi was fairly drenched with forbidden naughtiness.

"Now we're getting somewhere," shi grinned, swaying seductively closer. "Come on. Hit me again."

Marshal blinked woozily, unabashedly eying Mally up. The thin strip of plaid hardly covered anything, the pure white stockings accentuated how slender hir legs were in comparison to the vast volume of hir hermness, the blouse restraining hir breasts by the last fibre of their being, and all of it topped by the most voracious come-hither eyes he'd ever seen. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad, after all, he thought, clinging to self-control by his teeth.

Shi slipped a delicate paw up his inner thigh, setting his leg to shaking once more, tracing hir fingertip around the prominent bulge there. "Come on," shi breathed. "I promise not to make you faint again... unless you want me to, of course, and trust me, I _can_do it if you want me to..."

He took a nervous step backwards, rump pressed against the bathroom counter, but shi took two steps to match him. Soft and dense demonic flesh enveloped him from knees to neck, and shi craned hir neck, bringing hir lips to his, nipping at the wispy beard at his chin.

"I..." he began, wracking his brain for which illicit liaison in which to initially indulge. "You... uhm... erh..."

The bathroom door banged open, followed by the padding of heavy feet. Francis was scheduled to be in Remedial Math at the moment, but he wasn't very good at math. Or schedules. Really, it was easier on the teacher as well as the other students if he just didn't show up. He smelled of cigarette smoke and Venti Pumpkin Spice Lattes, and he had another half hour to kill before his favorite subject: lunch.

He was not expecting to find a very dishevelled deer facing the far wall, one hand pressed to his ear and arguing very loudly. "No!" he said vehemently, waving his free hand vaguely in front of him. "Not right now, ok? Look, it's Friday, tomorrow's the weekend, we'll have LOTS of time to do stuff tomorrow!"

"You tell her, dude!" Francis called, assuming it was the deer's girlfriend. "Don't take no guff from no women!"

Clutching his backpack almost protectively, the deer started to head out of the bathroom. "No! You have to do what I say, so I command you to leave me alone for a few minutes!"

"Wow," Francis mumbled. "Dude's got some control problems. Chill out, bro."

The deer stormed out of the bathroom, walking awkwardly, as though his pants didn't fit quite right. "Mally, we've got all of the future ahead of us, so you're going to need to learn some patience, and patience means wait until two thirty, all right? Good. Keep the outfit, though."

The door closed slowly, and then Francis was alone. "Yeesh, ninety-nine problems," he chuckled, heading for the urinal. "You never suspect the quiet ones!"

It was only by chance that he noticed the strange burn mark on the hand-dryer. It looked like a heart, but it was scorched clear through the stainless enamel exterior and right into the aluminum beneath. The eldritch meaning was not lost on the worldly wolf.

"I gotta steal a blowtorch from shop class," he said, awestruck by the skilled graffiti. "That's awesome."

---

Marshall had been pleased at his quick-thinking. He desperately needed to get a smartphone so he could actually convincingly pull off talking to Mally in public. Shi had acted thoroughly hurt and affronted, but the smile never left hir slender muzzle, even when he ordered hir to keep out of arm's reach so he didn't accidentally bump into hir in the hallways.

Lunch passed fairly uneventfully. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Mally wandering around, investigating the other students, peering at the latest technological gadgets and examining the latest fashions. He hadn't packed any food that morning, and he'd skipped breakfast, so he was compelled to use his powers for personal gain and summon a handful of change from one of the vending machines just so he could put them right back in exchange for several packets of Cheez-Os.

"Can I have one?" Mally asked, sticking hir nose into the bag. "They seem pretty evil..."

"Can you even eat food?" Marshall asked, holding a small black notebook to his ear and hoping no-one looked too closely. "I mean, what does it look like to everyone else? A floating Cheez-O that just disappears?"

Mally shrugged. "Never been an issue before. People don't seem to notice what doesn't fit into their worldview. Can I at least blow you under the table?"

Marshall twitched. "N-no," he said at last, after playing out the scenario in his mind. "Later. Trust me."

The demongrrl punched his shoulder again and laughed. "There you go, you're loosening up! About damn time." Shi hopped up onto the table, straddling his torso with hir knees and completely filling his vision with the tightly-bound mounds of hir sac and sheath. "If you feel like a nap, you can just rest your head here. I'm told they make excellent pillows."

He sighed, despite immensely enjoying the view. "You really are a flirt, you know that?"

"Honey, it's what I am. Do you know what romance was like for your people before we came along? You just sniffed each other's butts, rutted and had a litter in a cave. We invented all the good shit, because you weren't making any progress at all. You should be_thanking_ us!"

Marshall dumped the bag's remains into his mouth and tossed it into the nearby garbage can. "How... and please don't take this question the wrong way, because I really don't mean it the way a lot of guys do, but... how old are you?"

Mally leaned forwards, pressing hir breasts around hir sheath, nearly a solid wall of sensual, swollen flesh. "Skating on thin ice, aren't you, hon?" shi grinned dangerously.

"It's a viable question! I don't really care if you're OLD, I'm just curious about your kind, and the codex kind of skimps on straight answers. No-one knew how to make bulleted action-item lists in the fourth century."

Shi made a show of examining hir tiny, mousy claws, which looked really quite alarmingly sharp up close, and tapped his muzzle. "You're lucky you're so cute when you're being nosy," shi chuckled. "But the answer won't make you happy."

"Even so."

"The answer is... I don't know."

He stared at hir and sighed. "I knew you'd say something like that..."

"Hey, I told you time doesn't pass in the same manner for us! We are the worlds between life and death, the space between light and dark, all that stuff. We don't have much of a past or a future, we're just sort of... there. We observe the worlds around us by peering through the lenses of conscious minds, particularly the clearest lenses like yours. We see time passing as... impressions. How you saw boobs when you were five compared to how you saw boobs when you were fifteen, that we're aware of. We don't know about the ten years in between."

Marshall frowned, pondering this. "I... see," he said at last, briefly forgetting there was a mostly-naked hyper-herm inches from his face. "Interesting. But you mentioned experiences that pre-date recorded history, and thats more than ten thousand years ago, but you might not be aware of the time spent in your own world, only time spent under the ken of our physical laws and constants..."

Mally flung the back of hir paw to hir forehead and dramatically collapsed onto the cafeteria table. "Oh, yes, analyze me more, you sexy stud!" shi wailed sarcastically. "Showing a grrl a good time, that's your specialty, hmm?"

He was rubbing hir knee reassuringly before he even knew what he was doing. "Look, this is new for me, too, but I promise I'm going to make it up to you. You just picked a very weird day to nuke my world from orbit."

"It was the only way to be sure," shi leered, slipping a foot into his lap and kneading with hir toes.

"And that's another thing! Why do you talk like a valley girl? Don't you predate them by a couple dozen decades?!" He tried to surreptitiously shove hir foot out of his lap, but when he realized it just looked like he was playing with himself he stopped.

"That's the power of lenses," shi said, tapping his forehead. "Impressions. It's sort of like... do you remember when you were tiny, and you tried to read the newspaper? You didn't know what it said, what it meant, or why your parents were SO interested in it, but you basically knew what it was and why it was important, right?"

"I guess..."

"It's like that. I know how people feel about their smartphones, but I didn't know what they WERE until about ten minutes ago. By the way, I need a smartphone."

"You're a demon! Who would you call?"

"El Diablos Pizza," shi replied instantly. "But it works with clothes and traditions and, yeah, even language. I'm not entirely sure what half the shit I'm saying MEANS, but I know what I'm TRYING to say, and you know what I AM saying, so it works out in the end."

He pondered further, shook his head and gave up. "This is a lot to deal with for my first day."

"You and me both, sweet cheeks," shi sighed, relaxing on the table once more and somehow working his zipper down with a toe-claw. "By the way, nice choice with the schoolgirl outfit, but can you give me permission to pick my own clothes again? I have some things I wanna try."

"Hmm?" he grunted, trying to do his zipper back up. "What? Oh, yeah. Look however you want."

His mind caught up to his mouth a moment later, but it was too late. Mally snapped hir fingers, poofed, and rolled awkwardly onto hir side to more fully display hirself. "I don't entirely know what this signifies," shi giggles, fiddling with the gold filigree that covered the incredibly scanty garb. "But it showed up a LOT in the last little while."

Marshall swallowed, trying to focus on the gold bikini-like outfit and not the seemingly endless expanses of jiggling white flesh. As much as he considered himself a modern-minded male, intellectually and morally superior to the sexist macho alphas of the past, Mally's current appearance was yanking hard on many deep-rooted desires and half-remembered fantasies. "Uhm... see... there was this movie called 'Return Of The Jedi'... and there was this princess..."

---

By the end of the day, Mally had thankfully gotten bored of the golden slave bikini, but had returned to hir black, spiky, rubbery getup, which was only marginally less distracting. Marshall had been called into the principal's office, after concerns and complaints from numerous teachers, but had been able to fast-talk his way through a mostly-true story about feeling under the weather and being overly stressed out by issues at home. The meeting was not made any easier by Mally performing a very inventive erotic dance on Mr. Kinison's desk.

"You know, I think I'm going to like this world," the demoness was saying, drifting backwards a few inches above the ground by Marshall's side. "There's so much MORE here than I'm used to, even if a lot of it seems stuffy and overly-scheduled and uptight. I've always said, if something is that uptight, they're that much more loose when you get down."

"You haven't always said that," he accused with a chuckle.

"Well, it loses something in the translation," shi conceded. "So what are we doing now, big boy?"

They walked through the late autumn afternoon, surrounded by the hundreds of other students as they fled the institutional prison of learning. It was long weekend time, and the boundless hope and unfettered enthusiasm had returned to the world. Marshall had managed to turn his low-grade demonically- induced psychotic break into a source of inspiration, and now with his backpack slung over his shoulder, fingers stained with Cheez-O powder and pants still rather painfully constructing his five-hour erection, he was starting to look forward to his future with Mally.

"Right now, I'm going home, because I haven't eaten much today," he said into his imaginary phone. "Then I'm going to go to the mall and finally get myself a smartphone, since I've finally got a reason to get one. THEN you and I are going to go for a very, very long walk and... get to know eachother."

Hir horns seemed to perk up at that. "Oh, really? I love to get to know people after meaningful pauses in diction," shi husked, drifting closer and patting the front of his trousers. "It's about time, too. I was starting to think I wasn't your type of extraplanar nature spirit."

He glanced down to hir dangling toes and let his gaze linger on its way back up to hir beautiful, open face. "I can't imagine anyone more gorgeous than you," he said thickly, amazed at his own blatant honesty. "I really can't. I didn't expect to meet you last night, but I'm sure glad I did."

In spite all of the yelling, the frustration, the terror and the arguments, this was the first time the demongrrl actually seemed surprised. Shi lost altitude, heels dragging for a moment on the sidewalk, before shaking hir head and rising up again. "Well... you're not so bad yourself," shi said, voice shaking slightly. "I mean, you're pretty young, and skinny, and you don't know sorcery from sriracha..."

Marshal tried to hide his smile. "Stop, I'm blushing."

Shi sighed, magnificent breasts briefly brushing hir muzzle. "... but I suppose I can stand to spend some time with you. You definitely need the help."

Oh ho, hit a sore spot there, did I? he thought, pleased with himself. You're not used to being complimented. You're not used to people thinking of your feelings...

The feeling of pleasure rapidly faded, to be replaced with sadness and sympathy. How enjoyable has your time on our world been? What sort of people are most likely to summon a demon like you? Not the greatest, I'm guessing...

"I suppose I do," he agreed. "So what do you want to do? What do you want to see? You've missed out on... when was the last time you were here?"

"Calendar read 18-something. I wasn't paying too much attention. It was a short visit."

"What happened?"

"Burned for being a witch."

They walked and drifted along in silence for another block, golden-grey sunlight sluicing through the few remaining leaves. "Did it-"

"No, it didn't hurt," shi chuckled, squeezing his hand this time. "I guess I'm lucky there. I'm probably one of the few times they actually got the witch-hunt right!"

"On behalf of my ancestors, sorry. I promise no-one's going to burn you this time."

Shi responded by dropping to the ground, landing with a ballerina's grace, and pulling him into a powerful kiss before he could stop or walk around hir. "You know something?" shi said when shi finally let him breathe. "I believe you."

"Fwah," he agreed, uncrossing his eyes. "Besides, no-one can see you. Hey, wait a minute... how come they could see you before?"

"Lots of factors, really," shi said, orbiting him like the most improbable satellite. "How I was summoned, how much power I'm given license to in this world, stuff like that. If I'm here long enough I will begin to acquire more influence and substance, and then people will be able to see me. Uh oh... you look nervous again."

He made some gestures with his hands, roughly mimicking hir figure. "You, ah... stand out, a bit," he said hesitantly. "It would be hard to explain why I'm suddenly hanging around with the world's awesomest porn star."

"Porn star? Oh, wait, I saw those on a lot of boys' smartphones. Gosh, you really think I'm as pretty as them?" Shi seemed exceedingly pleased by the comparison.

"Way, way prettier, but... hmmm. You'll have to let me know when that starts to happen, ok? I'm going to have to think of something."

"Oh, don't worry, it doesn't usually happen for months. Years, sometimes. If ever. Besides," shi whispered conspiratorially, "isn't it worth a little bit of hassle to be seen with someone like me on your arm... or in your bed?"

"Under my parents roof?" he said hollowly, imagining the yelling that would surely follow.

"Well, we've got to get you out of there post-haste, don't we!" Mally declared, hands on hips, which only directed his eyes back down to hir spiky-collared sheath. "What age do people move out on their own these days? I remember when I was arranged to be married to a twelve-year-old, and she was going to have her own house on the family property, but there was a lot less, uh, value placed on life in those days."

"Without a job and money, it ain't going to be easy," Marshall sighed. "I have two older siblings and they haven't moved out yet, and my parents would kill me if I used any paranormal powers to get money. They frown on that sort of thing REALLY hard."

"But they're cool with summoning winter spirits in order to bargain for success and good fortune," shi winked.

"That... wasn't my idea," Marshall winced. "Jick and Johny and Bentley, uhm, you know... convinced me."

They were closing in on Marshall's house now, and Mally seemed beset by a facial expression that made the young deer very nervous. "I suppose that does present a little conundrum, but nothing insurmountable. I need to learn, though... this is a great big world, and I'm just a tiny little mousie... cold and alone..."

"Not that tiny," he chuckled, quickening his pace to place his hand on hir hip, trying gallantly not to let it slide anywhere salacious. "Not that cold, from the feel of you... and definitely not alone."

He thought it was a pretty smooth and romantic line, considering his lack of experience with girls, grrls, mice, demons, and just about everything else even vaguely related to this situation. Shi flew upright and he feared he had gone too far, but hir tiny hands clutched his shirt so hard he could hear it rip and he found himself flung to the cool grass, pinned by the surprisingly heavy herm, being kissed so violently his tongue felt like it was being yanked out.

When shi eventually released him, staring down with frank amusement over the vast pillowy landscape of hir cleavage, he was more focused on the two shapes just visible over hir shoulders.

"This is just getting sad," Melinda said archly, the older deer frowning and curling her lip slightly. "Can you please be weird in the BACK yard, not the front?" Mitch, the oldest brother, just shook his head.

Marshall waited until they were gone, and no other hoofbeats seemed to be approaching, to carefully shove Mally off of him. "Boundaries," he sighed. "We need them."

Part 4 - In The Heat Of The Night

"What?" Mally asked, reluctantly removing hir hand from the front of his pants.

"I said, boundaries."

They were at the smartphone kiosk at the mall, and Marshall was fiddling with all the glorious new features that he never knew he needed but now knew he would never be able to live without. He was constantly having to pause his button-fiddling in order to pretend to talk on the phone, mostly to order Mally in increasingly specific ways which portions of his anatomy were off-limits in public.

Shi stuck hir tongue out at him in a pointedly childish manner, gripping hir scantily-covered sheath and giving it a shake for good measure. "Patience, I know, blah blah blah. I'm BO-O-ORED!"

"I thought you were renowned for your fearsome patience, timeless and ageless of demeanor."

"That's the other demons! I need attention, I need stimulation, I need skin on skin and sweat on sweat and dicks in-"

"Whoa!" Marshall said quickly, lifting the phone to his ear and raising his other hand defensively. "I'm still at the mall, all right? I'll be home soon, and then we can go over what you need, all right? How does that sound?"

Mally pouted, but could never entirely shake hir knowing smirk. "That's fine... I guess... for now... but buy me some chocolate, ok? I_lo-o-ove_ chocolate, and have you ANY idea how hard it was to get the last time I was here? There's four shops JUST IN THIS MALL that have more chocolate than I've ever seen in my LIFE!"

"Can't you just like... poof, steal it, or whatever it is you do?" he asked before thinking he should stop giving hir ideas.

"It doesn't work like that," shi groused. "I can interact with what YOU give me, since your presence by extension is my presence, but I can alter the reality within my immediate area to, you know, blow your mind with sexy outfits and such, but it's not real, anymore than I'm real."

"You do seem pretty unreal to me," he grinned, giving hir a surreptitious pat on hir pet rump while they walked and drifted through the mall. "But that doesn't explain-"

"I could make something that looks like chocolate and acts like chocolate, but it wouldn't be REAL... I would LOOK like I were eating chocolate, but to me, it would be just like air," shi finished sadly. "It's... it's sort of needlessly unfair."

"Who makes these rules?"

"When I find out, I'm going to kick them. OOH an Addition-Elle store! LOOK AT THOSE MANNEQUINS!"

Marshall was trying not to look at the mannequins, knowing what sorts of outfits were sold there. "If you were a little more real, I would take you there," he said softly. "Maybe you can get some ideas, though, hmm? I can get their whole catalogue online, and you can poof some more clothes."

Mally clapped approvingly. "That thing can do real magic! There's so-o-o many things I need to learn..."

"Just don't Google 'war'."

"I'll try not to. What's a Google?"

On their way out of the mall, he made a few quick stops. Already some stores were putting out their Crimbo decorations, which he thought was a little tacky, but it also meant a lot of great early sales. He purchased a few assorted chocolate collections, much to Mally's incredibly loud delight, as well as a pair of shades so people would stop asking what he was looking at when shi did something distracting.

They were hardly out into the parking lot before shi compelled him to open one of the foil-covered boxes and start handing hir the delicate little treats. Once they passed from his paw to hirs shi seemed almost orgasmically delighted, sniffing the candies and rubbing them against hir muzzle. "Ohmygosh ohmygosh ohmygosh these are so much fancier than I'm used to! OHMYGOSH THERE'S STRAWBERRIES IN HERE!! EEEE!!"

Despite the chill, shi still wore hir virtually non-existent black rubber outfit, and he made another little mark on his mental checklist. Pro: is always dressed erotically. ALWAYS.

His list of pros and cons was heavily populated, and he was definitely coming down in favor of keeping Mally around as long as possible, and keeping hir as happy as possible. The cons were few, but enormous... there were always risks with keeping a demon under one's sway, especially since demons liked to be free. This particular demon, though, seemed to want nothing more than to be as under his control as possible, which was a big pro.

Seeing the sensual glee shi took from simple chocolates. he added a few more to the pros side of the list.

"Gimme gimme gimme! Come on, little boy, keep them coming!"

He tossed hir one with a green stripe running down the middle and felt his insides warm at hir response to a simple mint-filled bonbon. Despite being potentially thousands of years old, and a self-confessed multiple murderer (though shi was also quick to point out that they all deserved it, even by demonic standards), shi seemed a creature of almost childlike wonderment. Paired with theoretically unlimited power, though, it could just as easily become very dangerous to be hir friend, but perhaps it was the joy in hir eyes, the smile on hir lips, or the hormones in his brain every time he glanced at hir spectacular, nearly-impossible body, but he made his decision.

"So," he said casually as they left the parking lot, turning onto the damp, quiet side streets. "How do we bring you more into this world, so you can buy your own chocolates?"

Shi paused mid-chew, chocolate trickling from the corner of hir white muzzle, hir fur so snowy and pure shi seemed to glow against the darkness surrounding them. "You really want to do that?" shi asked, eyes wide. "Like, YOU want to do that FOR me?"

Marshall nodded. "I know it's in your nature to grow your influence yourself," he explained. "That's the nature of every spirit that crosses over into this plane. Every page of the codex says that. But, obviously, it's easier if you have someone here to_help_ you, and, well... you don't seem all that bad. For a demon," he added with a wink.

Shi drifted closer, licking at the chocolatey corner of hir mouth. "You sure? We can't be trusted," shi said with a knowing expression. "I might destroy your mind and leave you a broken shell of a man. I might no longer hold you in my favor and plague you with ill will and misfortune. I might haunt your family bloodlines for centuries, snatching babies and... and... doing stuff to them," shi finished vaguely, waving hir hands.

"Will you?"

"I might," shi repeated, locking eyes with him.

They walked and floated in silence for a minute, until Marshall just shrugged. "Eh. I'll take my chances."

Mally's reaction was not quite what he expected, but he supposed he should have. Shi quite literally exploded, flames and smoke rolling over him even though he felt no heat nor inhaled any fumes. When the detonation faded he realized shi was wrapped around him, hir ankles hooked around the backs of his legs and hir arms around his head, kissing him frantically and murmuring thank-yous in between pecks. His hands waved uncertainly, very little safe mouseflesh available, until one by one shi grabbed his wrists and forcefully shoved his paws against hir sac and breasts, respectively.

"So... you approve... then...," he gasped when his mouth wasn't being smothered with affection.

Shi ground hir hips lewdly against him, or more specifically hir hips ground hir immense hermness against his lap and belly. "You won't regret this," shi squealed, all but vibrating with barely-restrained hysteria. "I will make your life so awesome, your every waking moment will be awash with the pleasures of the flesh, good fortune will pursue your life's goals, I will protect and honor your wishes and dreams..." Shi continued to rain promises and smooches all over him, and it was difficult for him not to be washed away in the flood of possibilities.

In order to free his muzzle long enough to complete a sentence, he had to wedge his head between the incredible valley between hir neck and bosom. Shi continued to nuzzle the back of his head, but it gave him a moment's respite. "I'm glad you're glad," he said, feeling his entire body flush. "I know you probably don't mean most of that, but I'm still pretty glad."

"Mmmm, you'll see how much of that I mean," shi growled into his ear, setting all of the stiff hairs on the back of his neck on end. "Don't trust me, hmm?"

He opened his mouth to answer, but he wasn't sure what he could say that wouldn't make hir angry. Fortunately, shi kept right on talking. "Smart boy," shi giggled. "Never trust a demon. Least of all one that's trying to seduce you. I mean, you can trust ME, of course... just not those OTHER ones..."

"You're trying to get me to change my mind," he murmured, nuzzling at hir endless cleavage. "It won't work."

Shi inhaled, hir rubbery corsets creaking in agony, trapping his muzzle between hir breasts. "Then I guess we agree to distrust eachother, and just do our best with what we have. Sound good?"

"Mmmf!"

"Good. Now, first thing's first... we need to get a little... closer..."

"Mmmrrff?"

Slender arms pushing with irresistible strength, shi shoved him back. His arms pinwheeled and he had a sudden mental image of falling into the street and getting run over, but instead he found himself landing on his bed, still unmade from that morning. He bounced once and looked around, thoroughly confused. "How-"

"Because I said so," Mally grinned, putting one footpaw on the bed, hir trim thigh forcing hir colossal sac and sheath even higher. "I told you, I have a little bit of power over you, just like you have some over me, and as our connection grows, so does my influence. Just professing to help me was enough to bind ourselves thusly..."

"Wow," he said, awestruck. "I'll never be late for school again!"

Shi frowned and shifted hir weight, putting hir footpaw against his chest and pinning him to the bed. "Your lack of imagination disturbs me," shi intoned, eyes briefly flickering with internal fire.

"Kidding!" he squeaked, watching tiny black claws wiggling far too close to his heart for comfort. "Just kidding!"

Shi leaned forward, pushing him into the bed, springs squeaking in protest... but then bounced back with a titter of laughter. "Me too!"

His bedroom was dark, save for the standby lights from his computer and the faint moonlight filtering through his blinds, and a quick glance at the door confirmed that it was also still locked. "On the other hand," he mused, "sneaking out is going to be so easy... that is, if you want to accompany me on exciting adventures after darkmmff!"

Shi landed hard on top of him, his bed nearly surrendering from the impact. "Now you're talking!" shi cheered. "There's a whole world of naughtiness out there, just waiting for me to force you to experience!"

"Shhh!" Marshall wheezed when he managed to wriggle out from beneath hir bosom. "My parents are downstairs!"

"And they will hear nothing from this room," shi said reassuringly, "that I don't want them to hear."

His eyes widened still further, and he made a show of bringing his palms together in the scant space hir body allowed. "Oh, marvellous worshipful Mally," he chuckled. "Praise be unto thee, and I prostrate myself before your lovely, uhm... bits."

"Oooo, I have supplicants!" Mally purred, sliding hir hands down his body and digging hir steely fingers into his rump. "It's been so long since I've had one of those..."

"Does it help?"

"Couldn't hurt," shi said softly, nibbling at his neck. "At least, couldn't hurt me..."

"Mmmmm?" Laying beneath hir, sandwiched between his mattress and the most gorgeous, unearthly creature in existence, he was finding it difficult to put his thoughts into proper order. "What do you mean?"

And just like that, with a faint pop and a screech of relaxing bedsprings, shi was gone. Marshall made a sad little sound, sitting up slightly and looking around, trying to blink away the film that blurred his vision. "Mally?" he mumbled, adjusting his constricting jeans once again.

"Yes?" shi said into his ear, and he turned with a start. "You rang, master?"

He had expected hir to be the consummate tease, wearing something modest and keeping him on the perpetual edge, but instead shi knelt without the slightest stitch covering hir body, hands on hips, putting hirself on display.

"Fwah," he managed, his stomach twirling and trying to leave through his chest.

"So," the demoness husked, "do you like what you see, or is there anything you'd like... different?"

Sparks went off behind his eyes. Shi's so perfect, how could I ask for anything to be different?! Or better?!

"Wow, you really think that?"

Wait... did I say that, or just think it? Was I talking? Can shi hear me?

"No, yes, no, yes. In that order," shi winked, reaching out and dragging a claw gently down his body.

Uh oh...

"Don't worry, I promise to only use my powers for good... ish," shi giggled, hir fingers sliding across his lap, across the bed and to his wrist. Shi tugged him closer, placing his paw against hir sheath, which felt even warmer and heavier than before. "But you can tell me... you can tell me anything. If I am to be yours and yours alone, I need to be YOUR perfection."

At that invitation, his mind filled with every naughty jpeg he'd ever drooled over and every thoroughly fantastical fantasy he'd ever entertained, even the ones he'd never told anyone about, online or otherwise. Mally's eyes widened and shi brought hir free paw to hir mouth, covering a shocked smile. "Oh, my goodness... people these days are so inventive! I think you and I are going to get along... just... fine..."

Marshall fancied he could feel his heartbeat pounding in his antlers as hir sheath suddenly swelled enormously, as tight as a truck tire, and retracted with such force his fingertips nearly got rugburn. Before shi had been well-endowed to a mind-boggling degree, but eighteen inches of fuzzy white velvet tugged back to reveal twice that of soft, silky, blazingly hot black flesh. Hir shaft tumbled over hir pumpkin-sized balls, half of it resting on his bed and coming to rest against his leg.

"I figure we'll start small," shi growled softly, "just so I don't wear you out."

"Small?" he squeaked, sliding his paw down three feet of glossy black mousecock, bigger around than his thigh and growing larger and firmer by the second. "This... is small?"

"For me," shi said breezily, "and from some of the things I saw in your mind, for you, too!"

"Well, those are just... pictures! They're not real!"

"Like that's going to stop me..." With one sudden rush of blood, veins bulging beneath his palm, hir shaft rose from the bed, swaying back and forth with ominous weight. Hir tiny paws moved lovingly over the surface, coaxing hir still harder. "Hmmm, your mind has gone all red and fuzzy."

"Fwah..."

Shi leaned forwards, on all fours now, the tip of hir cock nudging against his muzzle even as shi nibbled at his ear. Hir scent enveloped his mind, and he licked reflexively at hir heavy glans, causing hir to squeak and jerk. "Mmmm, so you do approve," shi breathed, kissing hir way down his neck. "That's good... that's good..."

He moved his hands to his belt buckle but was no longer surprised to discover that they weren't there. Cool night air moved over his completely naked body, and he managed a hoarse, strained laugh. "I guess that's another advantage!"

Hir delicately pointed teeth nipped and pricked at his chest as shi continued to writhe down the bed, hir immense soft breasts enveloping his belly, hir rhythmically pulsing cock a line of heat from his loins to his neck. "Still impressed by the least of what I can do," shi snickered, strong fingers wrapping around his own painfully erect maleness. "I'm going to need to open your mind to the possibilities..."

"Oh, it's plenty open-" he started, trailing off into a helpless, mewling cry as shi shifted hir weight and tumbled between his legs, dropping hir muzzle down on his shaft, completely hilting him within hir mouth and throat.

When he could open his eyes again and unclench his fists from the bed sheets, knuckles popping, he had just enough time to think 'so that's what it feels like!' when the familiar sensation of climax clutched him, though far more intense and for the first time with someone else present. He sat up on his elbows, staring down at Mally on hir hands and knees between his legs, or rather on hir sac and breasts as hir hands and knees would never reach. Shi bobbed up and down on him, once, twice, and when he could hold back no more shi plunged down a third time...

... and squeezed hard with hir jaw, miraculously not drawing blood with hir teeth. He cried out at the top of his lungs, an anguished and strangled sound as his body tried to overcome the blockage of hir maw, but was unable to. He couldn't tell if it was pleasure or pain, but it filled his loins with white-hot fury, and it seemed to stretch on forever.

When he finally collapsed, panting as though he had just run a marathon, a tiny paw snaked up his body and patted his chest reassuringly. "There, there," came an amused voice from just below his aching groin. "I didn't want you to finish too early..."

"You... could... have... warned..."

"Oh, where's the fun in that?" Shi gripped his hips and pushed hirself up, releasing hir trapped cock. It was propped up by hir pillow-sized testes, the underside brushing softly against his own still-hard shaft. "You said you were going to prostrate yourself before me, so that means I get to decide what happens to you. Best part about having worshippers, really."

He decided that, all in all, it had been pleasure and not pain, but there was a very fine line in that area. "Are you going to do that again?"

"Mmmmmmm-maybe," shi said, chewing hir pinky. "If it seems appropriate."

"Your sense of appropriate is a little... scary," he said wryly, scooting down a little bit to kiss the underside of hir hermness. "Ye gods, you're big... I never thought... like, never REALLY thought I'd meet a grrl like you..."

With a sound like a thick-walled inner tube being pulled in half, shi swelled once more, several inches thicker and longer. "Really? You mean grrls don't do this here?" shi asked innocently, wiggling hir hips. His legs were being forced apart slowly but surely by hir balls, filling out in all directions.

"Fwaaahhh..."

His bed creaked alarmingly as hir weight increased. He squeezed with his thighs, sliding his hands down hir shaft tenderly and moving to caress the wondrous swells of hir breasts, wanting to do anything and everything in his power to please hir and not knowing where to start. It was overwhelming, the sheer volume of mousegrrl in his presence and the sheer possibilities of going further than he'd dared dream.I'd thank Jick for making me summon hir, if he'd actually had any memory of it!

Shi snapped hir fingers and Marshall's body went stiff, or at least stiffer. He rose into the air, drifting away from the kneeling mousedemon, and gently spun back down to the sheets, face first. He tried to look back at hir, eyes huge and fearful but also intensely intrigued, but his muscles were no longer under his control.

"Mmmmm," shi rumbled, kissing the base of his stock-still tail and giving him a little nibble. "This is a sight for sore... eyes."

I don't like the location of that pause, he thought.

Hir hefty shaft came to rest against his back and rump, scalding hot and pressing him deeper into the sheets. He tried to struggle, but only one finger twitched. All he could see was his pillow, his breath hot against the feather-filled mound. It didn't take a genius to tell what was coming next, and as terrified as he was, as any inexperienced male would be, he just wanted control of his muscles back so he could watch hir do it...

Dainty claw-tipped paws walked backwards down his thighs, giving his calves a squeeze before clamping onto his ankles like visegrips. A startled bleat escaped his lips, and shi just laughed in response. "Don't worry. With any luck, we've got enough influence over eachother for this to work..."

Luck?!

His entire bed canted to one side as shi leaned back, lifting and tugging on the helpless deer. The mass pressed against his lithe little rump felt terrifyingly large, certainly bigger around than his waist was by now. Shi pulled like a bulldozer, slow and unstoppable, and he imagined some truly horrible ends...

... and his self-control returned as his tailhole parted, his entire body stretching absurdly around hir. He cried out in mixed shock and ecstasy, hands flying to his belly as it swelled with hir flesh. His bellyfur thinned as shi filled him, the bulge pressing up to his ribcage, pushing outwards, and he was almost able to make out the outline of hir glans through his skin.

Another tug, and the deer-wrapped cock thumped against his jaw, fireworks exploding behind his eyes. He climaxed again, this time without anyone to stop it, twitching and erupting over and over beneath his outlandishly distended body. Every little pull of his ankles forced hir a few inches deeper and elicited another spasm of seed, along with another groan of rapture.

Mally released his ankles and leaned forwards, hir breasts resting luxuriously against his back, hir arms trying vainly to hug his swollen midsection.

"Aren't you glad I started small?" shi crooned, rocking hir hips slowly back and forth, somehow overcoming the forces of friction and dragging hir hyper-sized shaft an easy foot in and out of him.

"I... glurk... I... unf..." He wasn't sure why he wasn't dead, all of his internal organs so completely rearranged he didn't know if they'd ever straighten out again, but he thanked his lucky stars for Mally and hir kind heart. Shi could have, he knew, NOT allowed him to stretch quite so easily. He turned his head, resting it against the tan-colored outline of hir hermness, and stared back at hir with love in his eyes. "N-next time?"

"Yes?" shi asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Bigger."

Hir eyes widened and shi laughed, loud and hard, shaking his body with every outburst. "Oh, we're going to have such _fun_together, you and I," shi declared, eyes sparkling. "So... much... fun..."

With each word shi expanded within him, stretching him out further still. Hir girth was now substantially larger than his body had been just a few minutes before, and a disbelieving questing of his hands showed that he could not even reach hir tip anymore, several feet of deer-colored condom extending beyond the edge of the mattress. His legs were splayed out to either side, wiggling weakly, with the mousegrrl riding his straining rump like a horsey.

"I thought... mice... were meek..." he gulped, feeling his skin tightening alarmingly. He could perceive every little ridge and curve and straining vein pressing against his insides, and every time shi drew back and rammed hirself home shi rubbed with violent delight against his most sensitive places.

"It helps us sneak up on our prey," shi murmured into his ear, nuzzling his cheek and bumping hir horns against his antlers. "So they can't get escape..."

"I... glurk... don't think I can escape..."

"Would you try?"

"Gods, no..."

The bed was splintering beneath them now, the formerly sturdy wooden frame far exceeding its design loads. Marshall was still worried his family would hear, to say nothing of the entire neighborhood, but if they hadn't come upstairs by now they were probably still oblivious. Is there anything Mally CAN'T do?

"We're going to have a lot of fun finding out," shi breathed, chewing his ear and sending ripples of electricity through his body. "Be careful what you think, lover..."

"Why can't I read YOUR thoughts?" he pouted, clinging desperately to his badly tumescent torso.

"Maybe you are, and I'm just not thinking about anything," shi giggled.

"Cheater..."

A tremendous weight suddenly came to bear against the backs of his legs, and he glanced back in surprise turning to a strange mixture of lust and horror. Mally's sac had filled out perhaps even more than hir shaft, rising up behind the demongrrl like twin snowy globes. He couldn't begin to guess their size, but he doubted he could get his arms halfway around one of them, and with each little pump of hir hips they trembled larger, higher, and audibly tighter.

"That... you..."

"Shh shh shh," shi sang softly against his neck, stroking his flanks reassuringly. "Don't worry. I'm almost positive you'll be fine..."

"Wha-ah-aaahhh!"

Whatever was happening to hir anatomy inside his body defied description, but he was certain that shi was growing once more. Turgid black flesh became hotter and hotter, bulging weirdly, twitching and spasming, and he finally understood only moments before the pressure began to mount once more.

Their cries of bliss mixed as Mally began to pump with new vigor, pre-seed spilling into his body at a pace that could shame a firehose. Marshall's fingers sank into his fur as he was no longer wrapped around a rock-hard shaft, but rather bloating like a waterbed. Mally bucked hir hips and his entire body rippled and jiggled, and shi squealed with pleasure. "Mmmmm, you're so squishy and huggy now!"

He felt like a scuba tank, holding far more grrl than should have been physically possible, and even his fairly broad grasp of the word 'impossible' was being taxed. Snaps and cracks were coming from the bed now, and he was pretty sure hir sac had just knocked over his bookshelf. "H-how... how much... m..."

"We're going to be so close," shi moaned, sounding detached, dreamlike. "You and me... lovers... forever..."

I'm not sure I can take this sort of love forever! He thought in a mild panic, a rising sea of tawny-brown fur filling his vision as his body continued to expand, growing more spherical by the second. His muzzle was being pressed between his tremendously overfilled belly and hir outlandishly plump breasts, and he could just make out hir knowing, playful smirk above.

"Trust me," shi whispered, giving him a quick kiss on the lips before gripping where his hips used to be and hilting hirself in the helpless deer.

He wanted to howl with euphoria, but all that came out was a gout of seed, forcing his jaws apart and splashing against his fur. Hir cock quaked within him, and he could feel hir forcing his tailhole wider and wider as shi expanded one final time. His arms started to vanish as his body doubled in size from the first moments of hir climax.

Shi jerked back and forth, growling like an animal, coming over and over. His arms and legs were forced back, disappearing into his balloon-like body, sweet musky seed flowing out of his muzzle with steadily increasing volume. It was nowhere near enough to relieve the pressure within him, and as he pressed against two walls, then three, and then all four, his skin thinned and tightened further and further.

I'll never survive, he thought, feeling his bed flattened beneath them, all of his furniture crushed and splintered, the fury of hir orgasm only increasing. He could feel the walls bowing out, wood and concrete construction simply no match for the demon's desires.Still... worth it...

His world was swallowed up as his seed-filled torso enveloped his head, the last sound dancing in his mind that of Mally's tinkling laughter...

---

... which sounds like birds, twittering, without a care in the world.

Marshall cracked an eye, blearily surveying the devastation of what had been his home, and finding everything right where he left it. There was his desk, there was his bookshelf, and there in its traditional spot was the codex, pink and yellow bookmarks still sticking out of it. There were his shoes, inexplicably by the bedroom door.

His hand moved stealthily, creeping under the covers behind him, and found the gently snoring, bonelessly-sprawled figure of Mally.

Hir arm was thrown around his waist, tiny paw possessively but gently gripping his nethers, and his head was resting against two soft, warm mounds that were most definitely not his pillows. He turned his head slightly and hir breasts shook, his hair brushing across hir pert black nipples.

"Mmmmm, morning, master," shi mumbled, squeezing him intimately and tugging him closer. "How did you sleep?"

He looked down at his body, skinny and bony and just the way he left it. His rump felt oddly... exhausted, but otherwise he seemed to be in working condition.

"Fine," he said thickly, stifling a yawn. "Uh... Mally..."

"Was it a dream?" shi asked rhetorically.

"Uh... yeah..."

Shi wriggled deeper under the covers, nuzzling hir breasts against his back and burying hir nose against the nape of his neck. "Mmmmm, you have nice blankets," shi said sleepily. "You need to buy silk blankets for me."

"Silk blank-... why silk?"

"I like silk," shi yawned. Hir hand moved across his lap, dragging him closer still, pressing hir once more normal-sized (for hir) sheath against his rump. "Mmmmmm, keep me warm. Ten more minutes."

"Was it a dream?" he asked again.

"Life could be a dream, sweetheart," shi murred, patting his belly reassuringly. "Go back to sleep."

"But-"

There was a knock at his door. "Marshall? You up?"

He winced. Every Saturday. "No, Mom," he called back. "I'm not."

"Haa haa, Mister Funny Man. Come on, we're going to the Legion for pancake breakfast. You coming?"

"Mmmmrrrrrfffffff. Do I have to?" He placed his hand over Mally's, twining his fingers in hirs and feeling his loins stir. "Can't I stay home?"

"You love pancakes!"

"Well, today I love sleep."

"But you're not sleeping!"

"And whose fault is that?"

The handle rattled and Marshall suppressed the stab of terror. Mally's invisible, dummy! You'll be fine! "Look, I don't ask much of you, and I let you stay out all night TWICE this week. The least you can do is come share a nice family breakfast with us." She seemed to be in a good mood this morning, and at least she was still in her bathrobe, nursing a cup of coffee. "Come on, buddy boy, twenty minutes."

"Rrrrrrrr," he groused, tugging the blankets higher. "Fine. Twenty minutes."

"Thank you," she said with mock exasperation. "And you can bring Mally, too. Good morning, Mally!"

Mally's arm snaked out from under the covers. "Morning, Mrs. Keynes!" shi called brightly.

Marshall's mother closed the door and walked off, hooves thudding gently down the carpeted hallway. Mally giggled and snuggled up closer to him, moving hir other arm beneath his body and patting his chest. "Are you all right, hon? It feels like you're having a heart attack."

"She... she... she..."

"I told you we'd be close," the demongrrl giggled, bumping hir hermness meaningfully against his rump. "I told you that, eventually, I would have more influence in this world."

"But... she... she..."

"Oh, relax. She gave us twenty minutes." Shi swung a leg over his, pinning his knees and squeezing him tight. "Guess what I can do with twenty minutes now..."