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Bit late on this one. Went longer than I expected, and a bit more world building than I expected. Exposition should be done now at least. As always, enjoy.

Standard boiler plate: This is fantasy, not real. Simple rule of thumb, do not do things to people without their consent in real life. That is bad. No more to say there than that.

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A day ago, if someone had said to Milo that the loudest thing in the world was silence, he would have politely nodded, thrown them some change, and walked away grumbling about damn hippies. But now, standing, or rather floating in the middle of an empty endless void... He could see how silence can be like thunder. Ever since he left the goat, Milo had been trying to figure out how to wield his new found power with no success. Now, with the additional distraction from the shrieking nothingness, something difficult had leapt to flat out impossible. It wouldn't have been a problem, Milo thought, if the goat had given him a bit more guidance than "Go forth and do stuff," but at this point frustration was setting in and he was desperate to blame anything but himself.

Milo covered his ears and tried to focus himself again. This time he decided to try to create a field. Lots of green all around, maybe some flowers, nice blue sky... After getting a nice pastoral image in his head, he reached forward and focused as hard as he could. This time he was going to get it. He was going to push himself until he made something or died trying. Well, died again. Can he die again? No, right? So if he gave himself a stroke trying to conjure up a field what would happen? The thundering silence started to filter back in. He dropped his arm, opened his eyes, and took a deep gasping breath. Still nothing. It was useless. He had to face facts, he'd never be able to focus long enough to actually create anything. He was a failure before he even started.

There was nothing he wanted more than to lash out at something, anything. The surrounding emptiness made it so the tantrum that followed was a flailing, impotent gesture. He swore at no one, stomped on nothing, and had anyone been watching, would have accomplished little else but making a fool of himself. Eventually he tired himself out and calmed down a bit. He hadn't realized just how exhausted he was. It seemed trying and failing to create reality could take a lot out of you, even if you don't actually have a body. Milo thought for a moment. He did have a rather long day, it couldn't hurt to just rest for a bit.

Yeah, that's what he needed... just a little rest. As if on queue he let out a yawn and sat down. Looking at himself, he realized for the first time that he was still wearing the same cheap business suit he died in. Thinking back to how the goat undressed before, he stood back up, raised a hand, gave an exhausted chuckle, and snapped his fingers. He stood still in shock as his clothes immediately fell to the ground, leaving him nude. His next reaction was to cover his crotch with his hands and tail, before remembering that there was no one around to see. He looked at his hand and muttered, "What the hell?..."

Milo had no idea how he managed to accomplish his minor feat. Did he do something on his own? Or is snapping one's fingers the universal trigger for 'Get nude' in hell? He snapped his fingers again, wondering if maybe that would put his clothes back on, only for nothing to happen. Snapping his fingers several more times had the same lack of effect. He sat down on his shed pile of clothes and rubbed his temples. "What did I do differently to make that work?" he thought before lying on his back. "I wish I could just be back in the office so I could ask him to fill in the damn details." He closed his eyes and wondered what the goat was doing.

"Probably sitting in his office shaking his head in disappointment."

The cacophony surrounding him was making rest difficult. He tossed and turned before remembering the discarded clothes he was using as an impromptu bed. Milo grabbed his undershirt and wrapped it around his head, covering his ears and eyes. It wasn't perfect, but it provided enough silence that maybe... something...

The void fell away as he reached a state of something like sleep. It wasn't sleeping, exactly, but more like his active mind fading away and giving free reign to his subconscious. His last thoughts of the goat's office began to take root around him, causing rudimentary lines to form out of the emptiness.

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Some time passed before Milo opened his eyes. He panicked for a few moments before remembering the shirt blindfolding him. After removing it, he looked at the white walls that had suddenly appeared and wondered, dejectedly, if the goat had finally had enough and summoned him back. Climbing back to his feet, he noticed that the desk wasn't there, and while the room looked similar, something about it just felt off... lines too thick... parts unfinished... almost looks like crayon... no... he had no idea how he did it, but this was his creation. Milo was overjoyed. He finally made some kind of progress, conscious or no.

Looking down at his pile of clothes on the white carpeted floor, Milo noticed a black rectangle that seemed out of place. He picked it up and looked it over, realizing that it was a tablet computer of some sort. It looked fairly nondescript, lacking any kind of buttons or anything else aside from the main screen.

"Did I... did I make this too? What is it?" Milo thought.

As if responding to his thoughts, the screen came to life. There appeared to only be a single app oddly named 'Tortr.' Milo didn't know whether to laugh or facepalm at the name, though he favored the latter when remembering his own subconscious may have coined it. He opened the app and was shown a massive list of names, images, details, crimes, all kinds of information. With that, Milo remembered the last thing the goat had said. This must be what he was talking about, an interface that will allow him to access the different damned souls in hell. It made sense, if the last guy was from the 80's and used an old computer, that he would make a tablet.

The interface wasn't elegant, exactly, but it was exactly what Milo wanted. He started flipping through the names, getting a feel for it. Panda, wolf, squirrel, wolf, skunk, wolf... Milo started to wonder if there was a majority of wolves in there for some reason, until stopping short on a name, Conrad Hart, with a picture of a kangaroo.

A kangaroo he recognized.

A kangaroo he recognized from the single worst moment of his career.

Many years ago, one of his earliest 'Successes' was a case defending a local college star quarterback. The star in question was accused of drugging and raping several girls at college parties over the span of two years. Once one of them came forward there was a major scandal. Unfortunately, the scandal in this case was more about how this slut dared to besmirch the name of this upstanding scholar-athlete. When a legion of additional accusers also came forward, it became too much for the local community to bury, and the kangaroo was brought up on charges. Milo had been assigned as his defense. Throughout the trial he was forced to demonize these victims while seeing that smirking unrepentant bastard watching him work. The local media painted Milo as a hero fighting for the underdog, but every day he wanted to tank the case and put that bastard behind bars where he belonged. His sense of professional ethics kept him honest, even if it made him spend every morning vomiting after waking up.

In the end the world was as cruel as he expected and the bastard was declared not guilty on all charges. The kangaroo's handshake and thanks were too much for Milo, who could only give a stunned mumble in reply. As Milo watched him smirking over at the crying families peppered throughout the court, he knew he had to get out. He moved across the country, found a job in a quieter community, and had a successful if uneventful career. But that case always ate away at him. He did his best to forget, never following up on anyone involved, but it left a gaping hole in his soul.

At least it did until the moment he saw that kangaroo on his list. Milo had that same smirk the kangaroo had when he escaped justice. The goat was right, everyone does eventually have to answer for their crimes.

Without thinking any further Milo pressed the kangaroo's icon on the screen. More details came up... seems he was killed recently by the father of one of the raped girls after he discovered he was terminally ill... Milo's anger flared up again, he didn't think that whole story could get any worse. He saw another icon that said "SUMMON" and pressed it. In an instant, the kangaroo appeared, completely nude same as Milo, prostrate on the floor.

Eagerly, Milo paced around the kangaroo. For the first time since he died he felt the same confidence as when he was in the courtroom. The one positive to come from defending the kangaroo was the strength, or maybe numbness he developed that let him defend every client equally regardless of what he personally felt about them. And now he finally had a chance to thank him for everything. He stopped at the roo's feet and started to take stock.

Clearly he never matured past his college days, as he looked the same way he did when Milo knew him. Muscular, but thin, typical quarterback build. Reddish brown fur, darker brown headfur, usual kangaroo markings. It wasn't possible to tell the size of his cock from the limp sheath, but if the heavy balls were any indication he was packing some serious heat. Looking lower down, Milo admired the unusually long footpaws and claws common to his species. Milo never considered himself a paw fetishist by any facet, but he couldn't honestly say something about kangaroo feet didn't arouse him at all. He hated to admit it, but Conrad was rather attractive even if he was a sociopath at heart. Oh, the fun they would have...

A sudden twitch of the roo's foot brought Milo back to reality. He failed to consider that summoning the kangaroo might reanimate him as well, which now seemed

to be the case.

"Oh. Oh! Oh shit oh shit, nononono," Milo stuttered as he started to back away. "No, no! Go away! Go back!"

The kangaroo groaned while rubbing his head.

"What the fuck happened... where am I? Why the fuck am I naked?" he grumbled while sitting up.

Milo entered full panic mode. He frantically looked for some kind of an undo button on the tablet, some way to send him back, only to find nothing. He stopped when he felt the kangaroo's gaze turned his way and sheepishly lowered the tablet.

"The fuck is going on here!? Why are you naked? Oh, did you drug me, you little faggot? Was this some kind of Rufie thing? Drug me and try to fuck me?" The kangaroo stood up and started advancing towards Milo.

Milo was frozen in terror. In an instant his grand revenge had become his worst nightmare.

"Speak up, faggot. Or maybe you need a reason to talk?" The kangaroo gave Milo a quick punch to his stomach.

Milo staggered back. Youthful body or no, Milo was never a fighter. He was severely outclassed. Suddenly he remembered the reality shaping powers he supposedly had. If there was any time for them to work, this was it. He caught his breath and held his hand up to the roo.

"STOP!" he shouted at the top of his lungs.

The kangaroo punched him square in the snout this time. Milo coughed up a bit of blood and fell back onto the ground. Conrad looked down at him.

"Wait. I know you don't I? You were my lawyer, right? Back when I was in college? The fuck is all this about?" Milo spat out a tooth. Conrad took another step towards him as he frantically scrambled back before hitting the wall. "Speak up, asshole!" he said with a sneer.

The weasel was trapped, and too terrified to say anything. Conrad looked down at Milo's balls lying on the floor. He raised his foot above them while Milo's eyes widened.

"Fine, have it your way faggot," he said as he brought his foot down.

"PLEASE STOP!" screamed Milo once again. He closed his eyes and waited for the pain. After a moment passed he slowly opened his eyes. The kangaroo was frozen, his foot only a few inches from his balls. Milo wondered if somehow he tapped into that power again while nervously trying to stand back up.

"Off to an inauspicious start, I see?" said a feminine, though familiar voice.

Milo screamed and fell back onto the floor. He clutched at his chest, gasping for air before looking over at the source of the voice. It was the goat standing off to his side, though something was different about him. He was back to his ten foot height with another creature strapped to his front as a suit. This time the suit appeared to be a female lizard... no, crocodile judging by the ridges along her back. She was stomach to stomach with the goat, wedged between his breasts, but upside-down with her pussy in his face. Her legs were hooked around the goats shoulders, ankles chained to thighs, with her arms cuffed behind his back. From what Milo could tell, a leather hood held her jaw open at a painful angle and sealed against a thong over the goat's crotch. A more traditional metal chastity belt, instead of the usual series of piercings prevented her from receiving any pleasure herself. Milo guessed that a string sticking out of her tailhole was likely attached to some anal beads. Occasionally the goat bucked his hips a bit, clearly forcing the croc woman to pleasure him.

Realization struck Milo.

"Wait. Between his breasts? HIS? BREASTS? That was what was different, Chas was a woman.

"You know, your ephemeral terror at any minor surprise is beginning to lose its charm, Milo," said the now female goat.

Milo was about to snap back at him before a stern glare told him that would not be the best course of action. Instead, he quietly cleared his throat and replied, "I know, I'll try to work on it."

"So, I suppose you want some help in getting started?"

Milo nodded before replying, "Can I ask, respectfully, why you couldn't have just helped me from the start instead of just throwing me out?" Chas looked off into the distance for a moment before looking back at Milo.

"The short answer is that I am old, and I get bored sometimes, even beyond getting my baser nature fulfilled. On those rare occasions when I get a new caretaker I like watching them try to learn to wield my power on their own. Sometimes they take to it instantly and no further input from me is necessary, but most times I get to witness a fun little tantrum like the one you had after a number of failures. I usually step in once they are about to snap, but this was a special case. I will admit, this is the first time since I can remember that someone managed to bring in one of the damned before developing any degree of control. You are indeed a special one, Milo." Milo continued nodding along to his speech, but his gaze was fixated on the goat's tits. He was attractive as a male, but now, he, or rather she, was completely off the charts. The goat noticed this and added, "And yes, I am a woman for the moment. It should not be much of a surprise that the God of Lust can change gender at will." The goat pet the croc's rump and continued, "This little lady, midst the other flaws that landed her here, was quite extremely anti-gay, so what better way to torture her than force her to eat pussy. Speaking of which..." She grabbed the back of the croc's head and pushed it harder onto her crotch. "Mmm... there it is. Everything good now?"

Milo gave a sincere nod and the goat continued.

"The secret to shaping reality is a fairly simple one. It is essentially normal perception of reality, but with the input and output flows reversed," she said as she motioned with her hands to indicate reversal. She saw Milo's confused stare and elaborated. "The way reality works, as you understand it, is that an object exists." She held out her hand and a small gray block appeared. "It has certain attributes, and you receive information about those attributes through sensory organs. The information is interpreted and as a result the object has shaped your perception of reality." A quick wave made the block disappear. "To shape reality instead of be shaped by it, you simply have to use your perception to define what exists."

The increasingly confused look plastered on Milo's face was not lost on the goat.

"Alright, Milo. Maybe this will help illustrate the point. Close your eyes."

The weasel did as he was told.

"Can you describe the column in front of you?"

"There isn't a col..." he mumbled before getting cut off by the goat.

"There is, Milo. Do not trust what you saw. Trust me. There is a column there, describe it." Milo gave a slight shrug.

"Ok... there is a column in front of me. It is blue... ridged like those old Greek ones... "

"How does it feel?" interrupted the goat.

"F... feel? It... smooth the the touch. Like marble."

"Now reach forward and feel the column." Milo stuttered a bit at the goat's command.

"I already tried this... just picturing things did nothing."

"Don't just picture that it is there, Milo. KNOW that it is there. Know that if you reach forward, you will feel a marble column, Now do it."

Taking a deep breath, Milo thought, "Alright. If I reach forward... I will touch the column there. I will. He reached forward and gasped as he felt a cool, smooth object in front of him. His eyes opened in shock and he saw the blue column he imagined right there. Behind the column Chas was smiling.

"It is that easy."

"I... think I get it... it's not about trying to command reality to change... it's about knowing reality is bound to how I perceive it... my perception shapes reality, not the other way around anymore... is that right?"

The goat was sporting a large smile.

"That is exactly correct. That is why snapping your fingers removed your clothes. Having seen it work told you it worked that way. And again, your subconscious is just as powerful as your active mind. That is how you created this room when you 'slept' and surrendered your will to it. Your active perception switched off, allowing the subconscious to craft what you had wanted. Now, for your next lesson..." She gestured toward the still frozen kangaroo. "Perhaps you can try out your new abilities on him."

Milo, remembering the beating he received shied away.

"C... could I practice a bit first?" stuttered Milo.

"It is generally better if you just jump in headfirst. Now, listen to me, Milo. That dark side of yours, the one you keep buried. Use it. Remember what he did, to those girls, and to you." She picked up Milo's tooth. "Know that he deserves the worst you can imagine, and see it through. But one last thing before that." She waved her hand and the tooth disappeared. Milo was healed. "Now do it."

She snapped her fingers and the kangaroo unfroze. The forward momentum of his stomp and the now missing weasel caused him to collide with the wall and fall to the ground. Milo started to panic again.

"Concentrate, Milo. Be calm, and focus. Now, what is happening to him?" The kangaroo began to stand while growling at Milo.

"I dunno how you did that you little slimy weasel piece of shit but..." A louder growl interrupted his threat. The kangaroo didn't remember it, but beyond everything else, Milo never forgot the insult he spoke at their first meeting. That additional little insult shook something loose. Milo felt nothing short of rage as his old confidence came flooding completely back.

"Quiet," was all Milo said in reply. He finally found his footing. Milo pictured a muzzle... with a ring gag, maybe... black leather... The kangaroo started making gagging noises as the muzzle appeared on his snout. He reached up to try to remove the new device as Milo smiled and nodded to the goat. He stroked his chin while wondering what to do next. Restraining his arms and legs seems like the natural choice... maybe more black leather... A pair of shiny black sleeves appeared covering his arms from armpit to wrist. Another pair of black leather sleeves appeared from his thighs to his ankles. With a thought, rings at the wrists and ankles were chained to the wall, painfully slamming the kangaroo to it. Milo considered the struggling kangaroo for a moment, trying to figure out where to go from here. He looked back at the goat.

"You know, I never had any pets." The goat watched but stayed silent. "I think he might make a good pet."

He made the chains disappear, but altered the arm and leg sleeves as the kangaroo fell to the ground. The arm sleeves expanded to cover his hands like mitts, while also bending his arms at the elbow and sealing them shut in a permanent bend. The same happened to his leg sleeves, sealing them in a similar bend at the knees. He left the feet exposed, however. Those, sexy, sexy roo feet... Milo shook his head and refocused. He increased the padding on the elbows and knees since that was how he'd be walking from here on out.

Conrad was flailing about uselessly on the ground. His tail, the last unsecured part of his body, was still whipping about wildly. A band around the tip attached it to the back of the muzzle, and a band around the middle connected it to a new band around his stomach. With that his tail was just as immobile as the rest of him. Milo walked over to the struggling kangaroo.

"Oh, the things I'm going to do to you..." For the first time, the reality of his situation began to sink in to the kangaroo. He let out a gurgling whine that just made Milo grin harder. "Alright then, let's see what you're packing." Milo tried to force him to get an erection, only to be disappointed by the lack of a reaction.

"Remember, you can control their bodies, appearance, biological processes, etc. That much is controlled by their perception," the goat interjected. Milo nodded again. He'd have to do this manually.

Milo sat on the kangaroo's chest and started to rub at his sheath. Slowly, despite his struggling, his cock began to emerge from his sheath. Milo stopped his rubbing after noticing the prince albert piercing at the tip. A wicked idea crossed his mind, a way to use that piercing to harshly chastise the roo. He looked back at the goat.

"Do you know how to do genital piercings?" Hearing this, the kangaroo's eyes when wide. He flailed hard enough to flip the weasel off of him. Milo grunted in annoyance before creating chains to secure him tightly to the ground.

"I do, but I think you'd be better served creating a character to do it for you." Milo's face scrunched up in confusion. "I mentioned it previously. You can create characters which, at their core, are manifested aspects of myself. Being that I am omniscient, they will have any knowledge or skills you want them to have. It works the same as creating anything else. Conceive a new person who knows what you need and make them real. Your subconscious will fill in any tertiary details to make them fully fleshed out."

After giving a nod of understanding, Milo tried to focus again. He pictured a person... a piercing specialist...and when he opened his eyes again, a new person was standing with them. New in the sense that he wasn't there before. He certainly didn't look new, given that he looked like a shorter, more squat version of the goat, but wearing a floppy hat, t-shirt, and shorts.

"Howdy fellas! Who's the varmint what needs a fixin'?" Milo was a bit stunned at what, or rather who he created.

"The kangaroo here... you know what I want done?"

"Indeed ah do suh, ah did come outta yuh mind aftah all." He walked over and went to work on Conrad's junk.

The goat looked like she was trying to stifle laughter as the weasel rubbed his forehead.

"Character creation was always a weak point for me," clarified Milo.

"Yes, well, good job anyway. You will get better at it as you practice."

A series of muffled, gurgled screams came from the kangaroo and interrupted their conversation. The goat... the smaller goat was blocking his view so they didn't know what exactly had happened, but he could guess.

"I must say I'm truly impressed with how quickly you took to all this, once I gave you the secret at least. Remember how to channel your dark side as you did and you will be fine."

"You mean that confidence I felt? That's what you mean by dark side?" The goat nodded. "Well, your coaching definitely helped, but what really pushed me over was that little insult... the first thing he said to me when we first met was a joke about having a weasel for a lawyer. I know it doesn't sound like much, but it was a specific sort of specieism I had to deal with most of my life. It definitely set the tone for the rest of our interactions, living hell that they were. And hearing him do that again... everything just hit me again in one fell swoop."

"Whatever helps you do what you need to. All I care about is that you are now able to create things for me to fuck, so I am happy for you." The smaller goat stood up from the kangaroo and turned to Milo and Chas.

"So yeh, it's done, y'all."

"What accent is that?" asked Milo as he hid his face again. It sounds like a southern cartoon character trying to fake an Irish accent." The smaller goat just stood there smiling. "N... nevermind."

"You will get better," reminded the larger goat.

They all looked down at the now crying kangaroo. Per Milo's idea, three large rings were now pierced through the center of his scrotum, one in the front, one at the bottom, and one in the back. The kangaroo's long, thin, limp cock was threaded tightly though the rings until it reached his perineum, where a new piercing was hooked to the prince albert ring. One last ring was snugly held around the base of his cock and balls,just to hold it all together. Any attempt at getting erect would be extremely painful for the roo. Milo felt proud of his work when he saw Chas nodding in approval. He looked down and almost laughed when he saw his own erection looking back.

"Ennythin' else, suh?" Milo looked back at the smaller goat.

"Yeah, three more. You know what I want."

"Yessuh!" he eagerly replied while walking up to the kangaroo's chest.

Judging from how Chas was bucking her hips, Milo figured she was enjoying this as much as Milo was. A few more gurgled screams later and the new piercings were finished. Milo walked around to the kangaroo's side to inspect the new work. His nipples were each now sporting a thick, heavy, completely solid gold ring. An L-shaped peg extending from the ring gag was also added, pierced through the middle of his tongue with a stopper at the end to hold it in place. This forced his tongue out of his mouth giving him the appearance of a panting dog. And as Milo thought, would probably feel great on his balls...

With no way to fight back Conrad had been able to do little else but cry, his eyes now red and completely wet. Milo leaned forward, snout to snout with him.

"I hope you're having fun. This is going to be your life for a long, long time." Conrad closed his eyes and sobbed harder. "But for now, I could use some stress relief." Milo released the chains pinning him down, then helped him to 'stand' on his elbows and knees. The kangaroo in one last attempt at defiance tried to hit him with a knee, but Milo easily dodged the hobbled attack. "I should've mentioned this sooner, but while your obedience won't be rewarded, things like that will be punished."

A powerful electrical shock hit the roo's cock, balls, and nipples, causing him to fall on his side writhing in agony. "I'll admit, I enjoy hurting you, so it's best not to give me any extra reasons to want to. Now get back up." Conrad stayed on his side, weeping, before another shock hit him. "Get. Up." He struggled back onto his elbows and knees without any further protest. Milo walked behind his rear, admiring the taut rump flanked by those sexy roo feet. Milo looked down and smiled again at he series of rings caging his cock between his balls. He started rubbing his own modest erection while admiring the sight.

"Since you have everything else under control, you can also enhance yourself, if you like," added the goat. Milo agreed, and a few moments of concentration later, his cock was at least twice the size it originally was. At least a foot long, and maybe two inches thick. Overwhelmed by the feeling, Milo grabbed the kangaroo's footpaws, clasping them both on either side of his cock. He furiously pumped away, loving the feeling of the roo's paws rubbing against his enhanced length. The silky fur, the soft pads... this was so much better than heaven could ever offer.

Conrad was completely confused by what was happening. Was he... was he fucking his feet? What kind of sick fuck... He almost considered trying to use his toe claws to hurt the weasel, but remembering the shock to his junk just a few moments ago... That would probably not win him anything. The reflexive twitching of his footpaws from the slight tickling wasn't lost on Milo, who started working it into his rhythm. He bit his bottom lip while changing for a moment to rubbing his cock up and down between his paws. Milo almost climaxed right there sandwiched between those glorious jumpers, before backing up for the main event. The kangaroo almost jumped, if he could have at least, at the feeling of a digit rubbing at his tailhole.

"Oh yeah, you have gotta be a virgin," said Milo as he began to work his thumb past his sphincter. The only reply he heard was a muffled grunt. With some effort he worked in his other thumb as well, grinning at the sight of the anus spreading open. The pink hole he was working to open further was driving him mad, he had to have it now. He lowered his cock to the virgin tailhole and rubbed his tip along the rim. The kangaroo winced and desperately tried to shuffle away from this treatment before a small shock reminded him that wasn't in his best interest. Milo pushed forward, wedging the tip of his cock in alongside his thumbs. As he slowly humped a bit more in, inch after inch, he moaned at the velvety warmth surrounding his length. After a minute of trying he manged to hilt himself in the tight tailhole, removing his thumbs and moaning at the tightness. The feeling was indescribable, he was squeezing his cock like a vice. Conrad felt like he was going to be sick, everything hurt before, but now he had a tree trunk shoved up his ass as well. He gave up trying to stand on his elbows and fell to his chest, his face now on the ground. A stream of drool was trickling out of his forcibly opened mouth.

With some effort Milo pulled out, leaving only his tip inside. He couldn't help but appreciate watching the anus stretch out slightly as he pulled out. It was almost like it was trying to pull him back in, like it was sucking him off better than anyone else ever could. While his paws were heaven, his ass was paradise. He quickly pushed back in, establishing his rhythm. This was the easily one of the greatest moments of his life... or rather his existence. Not only did this tightness hugging his cock feel, well, amazing, but finally getting justice, or at least revenge against the kangaroo, that was just icing on the cake. He held onto the roo's feet like handles as he pounded away harder and harder. His fingers were thread between his toes, gently caressing his feet in contrast to the brutal fucking happening to his ass.

On top of everything else, Milo's balls were slapping against the roo's painfully swollen trapped cock. It was trying to fill with blood but with nowhere for it all to go it merely acted as an obscene addition torture, as designed. The sound of his hips smacking against his ass were almost deafening, only getting louder and louder. Milo grabbed the roo's waist and changed to increasingly short, quick thrusts. Conrad could swear he was touching his tonsils. After a few more moments of raw, brutal fucking, Milo pulled himself back in to the hilt and creamed deep into his ass. The warmth filled the kangaroo completely, and it would have been flooding out if not for the perfect seal made by his tailhole.

Milo sighed happily. He never thought he would get closure on this, much less the perfect closure that just happened. He pulled back out of the kangaroo's ass leaving a large gape filled with cum. Milo knelt down next to him, getting back into his face.

"Remember this feeling. This is what you did to all those innocents while alive, and this will be your life from now on. You're my little bitch pet, Connie, I hope you learn to appreciate it." He looked at his feet again. "One last gift for you." He created 6 more gold rings, perfectly fitted to each of the roo's toes. Each ring was placed around its respective toe before Milo took a step back. This was without a doubt his masterpiece. He had to look away from that dripping jizzhole though before he got hard all over again.

"So, think you are ready to get started now?" The goat's question snapped Milo back to reality. From the mild blush and panting coming from her, he figured she must of just orgasmed into her suit as well.

"Oh, absolutely. I can't wait, especially now that I have a pet to follow me around." The kangaroo only gurgled in response. "So..." he motioned to the smaller goat, still standing nearby with a vacant, dopey grin, "what about him?"

"You can just create and dismiss characters at will. At their core their just parts of me, so do not worry about killing them, or anything like that."

"...Alright then." He motioned again and the smaller goat disappeared.

"I will be heading back to my office now. I look forward to seeing what you create, Milo. Have fun, I will see you again soon." With that, Chas and her crocodile suit vanished as well.

Milo created a door to the room he had created. He looked around. Despite its rough, almost crayon like appearance, it had a certain charm. Especially as his first real creation. "Maybe I'll keep it as my own office," he thought with a smirk. He picked up his tablet and looked back at the dazed kangaroo, still on his chest and knees with his cum dripping tailhole up in the air.

"Are you coming?" Milo asked with a hint of impatience. The kangaroo didn't respond. "I should let you know, Connie. If I get too far from you those rings will go off again, including the ones on your toes. So unless that's what you want, you should stand up and follow." With that, he struggled back to his elbows and did his best to walk over on all fours. He fell over multiple times, each time earning another light shock spurring him back to his knees. They both exited through the door back into the void. Milo looked back into the emptiness while rubbing one of the roo's feet. Colors began to swirl to life as he thought, "Time to make me a world." Conrad only gave a muted scream as reality fell away.