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Isabella grumbled while she filled out the complicated application, and shook the quill pen in her paw in disgust. "I still don't understand. You want me to-"

The penguin, whom the vixen had learned was actually named Smythe and had once lived not further than a kilometer from her own flat in medieval times, rapped on the desk with an ordinary ruler - which shot off sparks the moment it struck the wood, and caused the girl to shield her eyes. "Miss Armana, we don't want you to do anything. People seem to have this outlandish notion that once you arrive at the gates of Hell, you are to abandon all your hope and be a slave for eternity, doomed to charred fur, burnt flesh, the smell of brimstone....' He snorted, "That's all just poppycock we like to throw around. Honestly, we don't want a lot of degenerates here, mucking up our little paradise. It's bad form. Besides, we've hardly the room for them!"

Isabella looked decidedly perturbed and bit her bottom lip. "But...the angels? The fallen ones? The...the existence of God...?" She lowered her voice to a near-whisper. "Does...does he exist?"

Smythe sighed and plopped down next to the vixen, taking her paw meaningfully. "My dear, stupid girl, of course he does. And you know what he truly hates most of all?" He looked deeply into his eyes and smiled.

Isabella smiled uneasily. "What?"

Smythe's smile faded like a brake light. "That people ask if he exists. Hurry on now, you still have three pages to go. Time may no longer be a factor to you, but I've got the Robbins family to see in a few moments. Here." He took the quill from her and tapped it gently on her forehead before then putting it away. "Now you can just think your answers and the form will fill out."

"But what if I make a mistake?"

Smythe flailed his tiny arms. "Think Control-Z, you stupid girl! Now hurry! I still need to get you to your first class."

The vixen sighed deeply and looked at the next set of choices concerning her sexual fetish knowledge. There were twenty main ones, ranging from bondage and domination, to food-play, watersports, and necrophilia. After careful thought, and many Control-Zs, she chose none of them.

When she was positive she had filled everything out and was truthful about it, her application was snatched up from the table and filed without another thought. Then Smythe took out a cell phone and dialed. "She's ready." He waited for acknowledgement, tapping annoyingly on the ornate desk. He listened raptly to the response, which to Isabella resembled a growling tiger, an elephant's roar, and a serpent's hiss blended into one horrific sound. "Very well." He snapped the phone closed and offered a wry smile. "Room #221. You are to be lectured on the proper practices and etiquette of a succubus, third-class."

The vixen looked confused. "I thought you said first class earlier?"

"Nono, you misunderstood. Your first class is for your training in third class."

"Well, what about the second?"

"The second what...?" Smythe snapped impatiently.

"The second class...?"

Smythe growled. "Oh stuff the second! You have to serve for several decades before you can even graduate to second class succubus."

Isabella growled back. "Nono, if my first class is training for the third class, what in the devil's name is the second about?"

The penguin stopped and glared at her. "Do I really need to push the button again?"

The vixen quickly put her paws up, looking at the ceiling in fright. "Alright, alright! I'll muddle through. I'll follow your advice to the letter, Mr. Smythe." She quickly got up from her seat. "If you'll be so kind to tell me where Room #221 is, I'll be on my...way?"

She was no longer in the penguin's office, nor was he in her presence. Instead, she found herself standing in a small, bare white room in front of a pleasant, very-good-looking, bare, white lion with powerful arms and legs, a burly chest, and a long golden mane that flowed down his shoulders in waves. Deep brown eyes stared at her, and the vixen unconsciously brought her arms up, covering her breasts, trying to keep her pink nipples at bay.

"Miss Armana?" The white lion's voice was soft, peaceful, hauntingly so, and filled with melodic growls and purrs she liked immediately. He stepped closer to her, his full, thick and throbbing feline member bobbing between his thighs, and nearly nose-to-nose, reached for her paw to place into his much larger one. "I am David."

Isabella's feet slowly shifted and she tip-toed closer, until she could feel the warm weight of his sex pressed to her bare stomach. "Hello..." she whispered. "I'm...I'm...Isabella...forgive me, David. You are...so handsome I seem to have...ohhh..."

His member pushed against the softness of her stomach and she immediately trickled juices from between her thighs, having a sudden orgasm on the spot. She feared she'd wet herself, it was that intense.

David seemed not to notice or worry. "I get that quite a lot, pretty vixen." He chuckled and even his laughter set a fire to her crotch. "It's what I do, after all. But don't worry, soon you'll have the same talents I do. The power of seduction unlike anything you have ever had before. Men will want to do anything for you, women will want to do anything to you, and herms, well, they'll just be doubly-happy."

The lion, who nearly towered over the fox girl, brought a paw down to her chin and gently lifted her gaze to his eyes. "Now then, begin."

Isabella looked out of sorts, between shifting her petite footpaws back and forth, and trying to stop the generous flow of cum still dribbling from her. "I'm...I'm sorry...? Begin what?"

"Well, first off," David laughed again and took the vixen's paw. "We need to finish this, don't we? Can't have my lovely student all bothered like this." He guided it down the vixen's waist and hip, then tucked it gently between her thighs. "There now..." he replied, almost a whisper, and started to rub at her silky, fur-covered folds with her paw, massaging the slickness into her labia, while Isabella looked like she had eaten a large beetle, her face scrunched up, violet eyes closed tight.

As the lion pushed further and his exploring digits reached inside of her to pluck at her clitoris, she lost control again, and gushed, spilling out another generous flow of her cum as it ran down her bare legs and dripped onto her feet. She had never felt anything like it in her life. She stood rigid before the great white feline, continuing to cum and moan, and then cum some more, and then moan some more. In time, she could no longer stand, and leaned heavily against the lion, her face buried in his chest fur. He smelled of lilacs, petunias, roses, and the unmistakable lingering smell of marinara, her favorite.

"Ohhhh...oh...g-g-g...God..." She murred against the lion's chest, completely spent, and happier than she had ever been in her life. "I've...n-never...did it so...hard before...oh God, I want more..." She whined and grasped the lion's paw over her own, and kept him tucked between her russet thighs, eager to continue climaxing.

David smiled and slowly pushed the vixen away from him, and then untangled their paws. "No...not now. You need to learn some self-control, vixen. This is just a taste, shall we say, of what you can expect during your servitude. Unbridled pleasure 24 hours a day, 365 days a year and-"

"No holidays off?" The vixen was still stroking herself, trying to enjoy the feeling again on her own.

The lion blinked. "I...no, not really. Well, sometimes All Hallows Eve, but that's a rarity. We usually don't get a day off, Miss Armana. I mean, this is Hades. Um, if we could continue, I need you to now learn some parts of the male arousal, and how to titillate it. Most of your clientele will be males, and probably not strapping ones. Nor will they be handsome, or built, or...very smart. I mean, they're calling upon a succubus for sexual gratification, how incredibly daft are they, am I right?" He laughed again.

Isabella just watched him curiously, head tilted.

The lion stopped laughing and cleared his throat. "Right then. So, to review, you will be required to fulfill sexual needs of every kind, and you're most likely to meet those whose looks could stop a clock. Now then, to please a male. Since you are a virgin, Infernal Affairs is especially interested in you. You see, virgins have absolutely no knowledge of anything regarding sex. Oh sure, they read books, watch disgusting porn films, or whatever, but...they are not, shall we say, paws-on." He waited for the vixen to admire his punnage, but again the vixen was quiet. "Right. So, um, since you have no experience, ergo, you become easier to train because everything is so new to you. You won't ask stupid questions, because there are none where you're involved. Moreover, you won't want to do things your own way, and will be more accepting of our own tried-and-true practices we've used for millennia without fail. Now then, I want you to take my cock, Miss Armana."

The vixen stared at him, as if he'd asked her to have tea with him on the moon. "I...huh? What?" Then she looked between the lion's legs to his proud, nearly-foot-long member.

David rolled his eyes and grasped Isabella's paw, placing it around the tip until she could get a firm hold. "It's not going to bite you, vixen," he growled. "Just hold it now. Get your digits all around it so...oh, good, yes, just like that. Feel it throbbing now? That's my blood rushing into it, keeping it good and hard for you."

Isabella had the good sense to blush prettily, and her tail drooped. "I...I...I know about cocks, Mr. Lion. I just...I haven't had one...in-inside me, that's all." She continued holding the firm member, and as she did, she was pleased that when she squeezed around the shaft, the pulsing and throbbing seemed to go faster, and make him all the more harder. "You're very...big..."

"That's excellent, Isabella. Compliment them on their size, they love that. Even if they're as small as a toothpick, show them you love their cock. Good job, dear girl. Ready for the next lesson?"

Isabella, her paw still firm around the lion's hardness, smiled softly up at him. Perhaps this could be fun after all.