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I hoped to get this up sooner, but it's one of those things that just kinda kept going. Probably going to keep future chapters shorter, but there was a lot I wanted to get set up. I have the next 3 chapters planned out already, so I'm looking forward to getting to them.

I don't know what it was, exactly, but this is just an incredibly fun series to write. I hope I did justice to the first chapter, and will continue to do so for that matter. 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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In one of the many rooms of the Wechsler mansion, Valian stared in silence while sitting motionlessly on a large plush couch. His hands were folded over his lap, hiding his chastity cage and granting him at least one small degree of modesty. As he stared he wasn't looking at anything in particular, mostly just trying to forget the world while waiting for time to pass by. Time that was irritatingly illustrated by an antique grandfather clock in the corner ticking away the seconds.

The room in question was one Matty, Valian's new master, had made into something of a lounge, a place to read through his shelf after shelf of books and comics, play games or watch movies in his fully stocked entertainment center complete with massive flat screen TV, and otherwise spend most of his free time cut off from the outside world. In stark contrast to the regal aesthetic of the rest of the mansion, he had made this specific room into something that would look more appropriate in a college dorm. The nice, soft couches, several beanbag chairs, and the innumerable chip wrappers and plastic cups littering the floor were all new additions. Several ratty band and movie posters littered the walls covering up much of the wallpaper, the majority of them horribly askew.

Granted, he'd only been living there for a few months, but aside from the kitchen and bedroom it was the only place in the sprawling mansion the black fox ever went, and in that time he'd made quite a nest for himself. In fact, it was exactly where he was at that moment, sitting bunched up on the red beanbag in nothing but boxers, his footpaws crossed and knees clutched to his chest. Like Valian he was staring, though in his case he was staring at the white bat himself, biting his lip with barely contained enthusiasm. He was almost shaking as he rocked back and forth, unable to take his eyes off his new pet.

It had been like that for most of the morning. Once their combined breakfast/blowjob concluded, Matty beckoned the bat to follow and they headed to his den, as he called it. After placing a blanket on the couch for the nude bat to sit on, he flopped down on a beanbag and there they had been ever since. Matty had intended to relax and get caught up with some comics as the previous day had been quite literally draining, twice, but when he tried to focus on his reading he instantly had trouble keeping his eyes off of the tall, sexy bat.

Finally tiring of his new master's incessant staring, Valian looked over and growled, "What, exactly, are you do-?"

"THIS IS JUST SO COOL!" exploded forth as Matty let go of his legs and held a hand over his mouth instead. He calmed himself a moment, cleared his throat, and apologized. "I'm sorry about that... Wasn't very dignified was it? It's just that a week ago I didn't know anything like you existed, and now you're not just sitting right in front of me, but I'm your MASTER? It's the most amazing thing that's ever happened to me! Even including, you know, the vast fortune and all. I mean it still sucks I had to lose my grandpa to get all this, but silver linings and all."

Valian huffed and rubbed his forehead, wishing he could have just been found by an actual demon hunter. Dealing with the annoying little ball of energy was wearing thin, and on top of that he had no idea where it was coming from. He fed on him twice in the past day, even if it wasn't through optimal means, it should at least mean he would be fatigued, not sitting across from him spewing out every word that popped into his head.

"Say, do you mind if I ask you a few questions?" Matty asked, leaning forward and clasping his hands together.

"I can't really stop you, can I?" Valian responded with no small amount of open hostility.

"Good point," replied Matty, oblivious to the bat's threatening tone. "So here goes... If you don't eat or anything, how come you have, you know," he pointed to the bat's rear, "plumbing? How come you have a tailhole and everything?"

Valian groaned and rubbed his forehead before giving his answer, in the back of his mind still trying to figure out how his life took such an asinine turn. "Basically, when an incubus is summoned it becomes a mimicry of the summoner's greatest desire, which are generally anatomically correct. If we find a way here on our own, we just take the appearance of the first mortal they encounter, same thing. Everything still functions if we want it to, it's just not necessary to survive."

"Wait, so were you summoned? How? By whom?"

After thinking for a moment Valiant replied, "The answer to all three is I don't know. All I remember about it is I've been here a long time."

"How long exactly?"

"At least 200, maybe 250 years. That's about as far back as I can remember. Are you done?" asked Valian with an annoyed sigh.

"Not remotely!" answered Matty with yet another sudden burst of enthusiasm. "What do you do for fun?"

"What do I... You mean aside from feeding?"

"Yeah, obviously, on your down time."

"Depends on where I am. Sometimes I visit museums or parks and the like, but most of my time is spent traveling or hunting. I don't generally have down time."

"I guess since you'll be staying here for a while now's the time to find a hobby," Matty commented with a laugh. A loud grumble was the only sound that came from the bat. "Do you know any other demons?"

"You mean up here? None I keep in touch with, we tend to keep to ourselves."

"Are you able to sense other demons at all? Like can you track them?"

"You mean like you can sense and track other foxes?"

"Alright, point taken," mumbled Matty, looking nonplussed. "You are a mystical being and all, it isn't that crazy a thought... how about this, how come your jizz tastes like barbecue?" That one managed to surprise the bat, who could only stutter back, "E-excuse me?"

"When I made you cum last night it smelled and tasted like hickory smoke. For that matter up close you kind of smell like a campfire."

"Oh... That's the first I've ever heard that. I guess it just never came up before. If I had to guess it's all probably a side effect of the hellfire in me."

"You... you have a literal fire burning inside you?" asked Matty, trying to stifle a laugh at his phrasing.

"Hellfire, yes. It's my equivalent of a stomach, digesting whatever life force I absorb."

"Huh..." Matty looked thoughtful for a moment before a mischievous grin appeared, unsettling the bat more than a little bit. "Does that mean the rest of you has that same kind of smoky taste?" he asked, licking his lips as he spoke.

"I'm... not sure what you mean."

"That's alright, I think I'd like to find out. This calls for an experiment! Please turn around, if you would."

Valian held up his hands, assuming he knew where the fox was going. A part of him was still reeling from the previous night, still trying to come to terms not just with breaking his kind's single greatest taboo, but loving the hell out of every moment of it. "Just wait a moment, I don't think that-"

Cutting him off in the midst of the minor protest, Matty repeated his command, "Turn around and get on your knees."

Whatever feeling of control the bat had once again fell away as he felt his body moving and getting into the requested position. He soon found himself kneeling on the blanket covered cushion, chin resting on the back of the couch and ass in the air. Despite the worried look he shot the fox over his shoulder, his short, pointed tail was twitching, almost like it was wagging as he recalled the events of the previous night.

As Matty climbed off of his seat and approached the kneeling bat, he had a look nothing short of pure lust on his face. Valian, knowing there was nothing he could do one way or the other, chose to look forward and brace himself.

The feeling of a pair of hands cupping and massaging his ass cheeks was expected, getting no more of a reaction than causing him to bite his lip. The sudden feeling of a freezing cold fox nose sniffing at his tailhole, however, came out of nowhere. Since he had braced himself he kept from jumping forward, away from the probing snout, but he was unable to stop himself from letting out a loud gasp.

"Wh... what are you doing?" he asked, looking back over his shoulder to see the fox inhaling deeply at his rear.

"Mmm... it's almost like applewood... it's like it's sweet, that's just crazy, seriously," Matty mused dreamily as he pried the skinny ass cheeks further apart, completely exposing the pink tailhole. Valian watched in disbelief as the fox shifted slightly, leaned in with his tongue out, and took a few tentative licks at his the tight pink ring. The sudden feeling of the cool, moist appendage lapping at his vulnerable backside earned another gasp, quickly followed by a moan cut short by his hand clapping over his mouth. "Learning to enjoy it, huh?" asked the fox, laughing at the withering glare he received.

Having confirmed the presence of a surprisingly pleasant, if not outright enjoyable taste, Matty was ready to go all out. He used his thumbs to stretch open the tight hole as much as it would allow and speared his tongue in as far as he could get it in one shot.

Valian had no idea how to react, the cool, slick feeling of this penetration was different than the knotted cock from the night before, but it felt no less amazing. His whole body involuntarily shuddered, close to forcing another loud enthusiastic moan, only able to stop himself by biting down hard on the back of the couch. The cage locked around his cock quietly hissed as his flesh engorged, swelling out between the wires but unable to expand any further than that.

It took a good amount of force to get into the bat's tight tailhole, but Matty was more than happy to keep working his way inside the delightfully aromatic super-heated orifice. Shortly past the midway point he had to back off a bit to rest his tongue, using his fingers to fill in and keep the hole stretched open. As he managed to get a third finger inside, he watched the bat losing his mind, humping at the air repeatedly, frustrated by his cage but shamefully delighted by the feelings coming from under his tail. The bat's eyes were shut tight as he continued to bite down on the back of the couch, close to tearing away a mouthful of fabric and stuffing.

Feeling recovered enough to continue, Matty removed his fingers, leaned back in, and speared his tongue the rest of the way inside. He smiled as best as he was able at the sound of muffled screaming coming from his pet, barely masked by his impromptu gag.

With no small amount of enthusiasm he began to tongue-fuck the bat, driving over and over into the hot hole as deeply as possible. Sometimes before pulling out he would hold his position, swirling his long, flat tongue and thoroughly coating the bat's insides with his comparatively cool saliva.

As Matty took care of the vulnerable tailhole, he noticed the delicious target his heavy, dangling balls presented as well. He used his free hand to gently but firmly massage them, easily able to feel them tightening as he continued the assault on his rear.

Before long Matty could feel Valian's scrotum draw closer to his body signaling an approaching climax. Thinking quickly, the fox pulled his tongue out with a loud slurp and ducked his head underneath the flexing nutsack, using one hand to angle the cage while wrapping his mouth around the tip. He used his other hand to bury three fingers into the slightly gaping ring, helping to finish the job. A brief moment later he felt several spurts of hot smoky cum filling his mouth and bulging his cheeks outward.

Despite his best efforts, Matty could barely swallow fast enough to get it all down, coughing a bit out the sides of his mouth. As the fox attempted to keep up, Valian aggressively bucked his hips and gouged his claws deep into the couch, the back of which was beginning to look exceptionally tattered and damaged. His wings extended, twitching as they reached their full span while the bat's shuddering orgasm finally began to subside.

Once it seemed like the bat had finally finished, Matty let go of the cage, removed his fingers from the loosened tailhole, and dropped onto the floor feeling quite exhausted. Valian was not doing any better, panting heavily through a ripped wad of couch stuffing stuck to his large fangs and staring at the wall.

"That... was pretty awesome..." gasped Matty as he felt along his face to see just how messy he had gotten. He briefly grimaced when he realized most of his muzzle was matted down with demon seed, but it quickly changed to a large smile. This was definitely a scenario he was more than eager to repeat, and he was planning on taking a shower anyway so a mess wasn't a problem. The missing chunk from his poor love-seat was a bother, but hey, he could always buy a new one.

Once he managed to pull himself to his feet Matty stretched his back and gave the dazed bat's rump a playful swat, chuckling at the regrettable yelp Valian let out before he could cover his mouth.

"You know, I'm normally not much of a cum guzzler, but you could open a restaurant." Matty smiled as he wiped a glob of demon jizz off his muzzle and licked it off his finger. "Mmm... Anyway, I'm gonna go grab a quick shower. Feel free to relax for now, you can use it once I'm done. You've gotten pretty dirty in the meantime."

"Fuck... you..." was all Valian could gasp out as he recovered.

"Maybe later," he replied with a smug look of achievement. With that, Matty left the bat alone, panting heavily while lying in a small puddle of his own cum.

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A short time later Matty returned wearing a comfortable blue T-shirt, tan cargo shorts, and his favorite red sneakers. As he entered he saw Valian had returned to sitting in the same spot he was all morning, hands once again folded over his cage. This time, however, the fox could swear he recognized a small blush of embarrassment on his face. He couldn't help but feel just a little proud before addressing his pet.

"You're welcome to read or watch TV you know, no need to sit in silence."

"Silence can be nice sometimes," Valian hissed back without looking over.

"Anyway, the shower's available, you should go clean yourself up." A subtle bristling shudder from the bat gave him pause.

"I don't use showers. Water and I don't get along."

"Really? How do... I mean, you do wash yourself right? How do you do it?"

Valian turned his head and gave the fox a coy look, rather interested in his question. "You want to see how?"

"Definitely!"

"As you wish." Valian leaned forward, spreading his arms along the couch and extending his wings. Matty watched curiously, trying to figure out what he was doing as he was struck by a sudden wave of heat. Within seconds the bat was completely engulfed in flames, yet somehow unbothered by his predicament. He didn't react at all, only showing a serene face as the fire burned, fading as quickly as it appeared. All that was left was a smug demon crouched over a pile of ash and surrounded by the remnants of the poor charred couch. After dusting himself off, clearing a small amount of ash from his fur he glared over at the slack-jawed fox and simply said, "That's how."

Matty was in shock, partially because of seeing the bat channel raw flame as he did, partially because he just saw his favorite piece of furniture get nuked, but mostly because despite what it had been through, the blood red carpet was completely unscathed. Of course, it certainly stood to reason that his grandpa would use demon-proof materials to construct his house. Either way, he realized he needed to be more careful with his commands in the future.

At least the chastity cage was still intact and unharmed, either by design or by pure luck. It wouldn't have been worth much if the prisoner could get out of it so easily, he figured.

Valian flashed his own condescending smile to the fox and reveled in his small measure of revenge. He may not be able to attack him,or anyone else, or try to destroy the mansion by any facet, but if he could use his words and demands against him he was more than happy to.

"Alright, was incredibly impressive," Matty mumbled, scratching his head, "though you should probably do that outside from now on. In the rock garden. With no one around. And no explosives. Well, anyway, get dressed once you've cooled off, I want to pick up a few more things from storage and you get to come with me, should be lots of fun, right?"

Valian only grumbled back.

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"Of all the indignities you've heaped upon me, somehow this is the most grating," Valian growled under his breath. A series of barely stifled laughs from the fox fanned his rage as the two walked side by side down the crowded street, passing many local businesses as they went.

The source of his current annoyance was his new outfit. It turned out that Matty had sent the clothes Valian was captured in to his cleaning service along with his own laundry, so his only options were whatever happened to be lying around the mansion, namely Matty's old clothes. While the fox wasn't small, being a tad over average height, the bat's extreme tallness and skinniness meant there was nothing ideal. He had to settle for a loose fitting white tank top that ended a couple of inches above his belly button and a pair of red gym shorts that looked more like cutoffs. His mirrored shades and sandals were the only remaining pieces of his wardrobe, making him thankful for at least that small grace. He probably would have lost it if he had to cram his long claws into a too-small pair of tennis shoes or something obnoxious along those lines. His get up was certainly getting plenty of attention from passersby as they strolled along. The kind of attention Valian was just as happy not to get.

"Oh, quit complaining, you're just lucky your motel happened to be near the storage place so we can pick up your bags."

"Yes, the stars have really been aligned in my favor of late, haven't they?"

Before Matty could respond, a shout of "MATTY!" from across the street got his attention. Both he and Valian looked over to see a waifish, almost feminine black and white badger wearing a green T-shirt and light blue jeans waving and running their way. He just about tackled Matty with a tight hug for several seconds before releasing him.

"Holy shit, Will, what're you doing back in town?" Matty enthusiastically exclaimed.

"Heh, the school year's over, man. Though I guess you wouldn't know, huh, would you rich boy?"

"Yeah, I'm too busy swimming in a vault full of coins to keep track," Matty replied as they both laughed. "How's the college stuff going? You've been pretty silent for the past few months."

"Ah, yeah, sorry about that, the last semester really wiped me out. I killed it though, looking like I might graduate with full honors next year if I can keep it up. How've you been?"

"No worries, no worries, great to hear you didn't just fall off the world or something. As for me, well, without overselling it, my life has been one long extended fantasy for the past few weeks. I'm not sure I've ever been happier."

"Wow. Sounds like retired life is agreeing with you then, huh?" They both chuckled as Valian watched on with profound disinterest masked by his eye-wear. "So, uh, who's your friend here?"

"Oh, right, I should introduce you two, this is Va-" Matty barely caught himself before saying the unique name, thinking it might be best to think of a more mundane one if he wants to blend in. Not to mention he doesn't even have a last name. He wasn't planning on keeping all of this a secret from his best friend for very long, but it was probably best to handle it sooner than later. Clearing his throat, he continued, "Sorry about that... Vvvvincent... Nnnnight... ranger... no, Night... fang... no..."

Valian, figuring the fox wasn't about to stop anytime soon, gave a polite bow and interrupted him saying, "It's just Night. Vincent Night."

"Riiiight, right right right, this is Vincent Night, my boyfriend," Matty clarified, grinning as he watched the bat's eyes fly open. He gestured toward the badger saying, "And this is Will Froelich, I've known him since I was a kid, and we were roommates at college until I dropped out."

"Nice to meet you Vincent," the badger said, bowing back with a smile. "Well, as much as I'd love to catch up I'm already late for work, give me a call sometime, we should hang out soon!"

"Definitely, we're pretty free anytime!"

"Heh, I'm sure you are."

They parted ways with a last friendly wave, and Matty and Valian continued down the street on their way to the motel.

"You're calling me your boyfriend now then?" the bat asked with no small amount of hostility.

"That's probably the easiest one to explain. Not far from the truth either, really. Why, what would you rather I call you?"

"How about your future murderer, I think that works." An elderly rabbit reacted in surprise at his threat as they passed by. Matty gave her an awkward shrug as she shook her head and went back to her own business.

"Well, if you don't like boyfriend you have some other options... buttslut, ass-slave, ooh, cumdumpster! I like that one."

"Fine, boyfriend then. Just keep the shows of affection to a minimum, okay?" The bat immediately felt the fox grab his hand, and couldn't do much more than growl as they continued hand in hand down the crowded street.

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"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T HAVE THEM ANYMORE!!!" Valian shouted in a full rage.

The motel clerk, a pudgy female rat, was obviously used to dealing with irate customers and didn't seem to be impressed by the fuming bat.

"I'm sorry, was I unclear? I mean exactly what I said. They're gone. You disappeared over a week ago without checking out, so sorry if we didn't feel the need to keep careful track of your shit." She reclined in her office chair and kicked her feet up onto the unkempt counter. The cluttered front desk was probably the cleanest thing about the place Matty thought, looking around in disgust. He figured if tetanus was a physical location, he may have found it. But then, the bat was probably more interested in a place that valued discretion over cleanliness, or customer service for that matter.

"Go. Get my bags. NOW. Or I'll make you get them."

"Oh, you will, will you?"

Out of the corner of his eye Matty saw the rat reaching under the counter for what he could only assume was a gun. He ran in front of the bat waving his hands, trying to defuse the situation.

"Haha, wow, so sorry for my friend here, he's a bit of a hothead. How about this, I'm sure you kept his stuff somewhere, and maybe if I paid, I don't know, a finder's fee you'd be willing to take a look, okay?" To his relief, the rat sat back with her hands behind her head.

"Alright, let's say $200 and I'll take a look."

"Fine, take it." Matty pulled out his wallet and handed over a wad of cash. The rat happily counted and pocketed the bills as she stood and headed into the back. Matty turned to Valian while they waited and grumbled, "If I wasn't afraid I'd get an STD from owning this place I'd buy it and burn it to the ground." To his surprise, he swore he could see a brief flash of a smile before the bat went back to his default scowl. A moment later the rat emerged from the office with a thin, shiny, black box about the size of a brick. It sounded hollow with something shifting inside, but as far as Matty could tell there was no way to open it and see.

"This is the only thing we didn't get rid of, mostly since we had no idea what it was, though I've been using it as a paperweight. Everything else is gone." She held it out to Matty, but before he could take it, it was snatched away and deftly pocketed by Valian.

Obviously fuming at the loss of the rest of his property, he leaned in nose to nose with the rat and hissed, "You're lucky that fox is here, because if it was up to me I'd incinerate you where you stand." He then stormed out the door, slamming it behind him and knocking a sign off the wall. Matty soon chased after him, stopping to give the unimpressed rat an apologetic wave as he left. They walked in silence for the next couple minutes, the bat still fuming with each long stride. Matty was barely able to keep up with the bat's brisk pace.

"Sorry about your clothes, Valian. I'll get you some new ones, don't worry."

"Doesn't matter, I got the only important thing."

"Right... what's in that box anyway?"

Valian glared back at the fox, who merely shrugged and continued walking.

"You aren't going to force me to tell you?

"Nah," the fox succinctly replied.

"Oh. Well... thank you." Valian said, feeling slightly confused as the fox nonchalantly shrugged.

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The term storage locker was a bit of an understatement for what amounted to a small warehouse full of shelf after shelf filled with various trophies, books, and assorted tchochkies collected during his grandpa's various hunts. It seemed, best as he could figure, that everything was organized simply by the order in which it was archived. Matty was headed to an office in the back where he hoped he might be able to find a book, a talisman, a radar, anything that might assist him in tracking down other demons he could capture. He had yet to figure out how his grandpa found his targets, but he was confident he'd figure it out sooner than later.

He did make sure to tell Valian to keep his hands to himself when he saw him discretely reaching for a golden dagger.

Unbeknownst to the two of them, the moment Valian passed through the doorway a red pentagram on a recessed wall began to glow. A small mason jar on the ground shook as a light blue mist coalesced around the lid.

Valian was looking down a list of demonology books when he felt an odd tug on his ankle. As soon as he looked down to check what it was, he felt all of his limbs grabbed and pulled hard in different directions. He screamed, "WHAT THE FUCK!?" as he was quickly lifted and held spread eagle by clear blue tentacles wrapped around his wrists and ankles.

Matty came running only to see the bat suspended off the ground and held still by the misty blue tendrils, not quite sure how to react.

"What the fuck are you staring at? Get me down!" shouted Valian, though Matty couldn't tell if he was alarmed or simply angry. If history was any indication, it was angry.

"Hold on, they don't seem to be going after me so you must have triggered some kind of security... Would you be able to burn through them or something?"

"I can't burn through water! It'll just make them stronger!"

"Fine, fine, just hold still a minute, I'll follow them to their base and see if I can turn it off or something."

"Fantastic, I'll just wait here then!" sighed Valian as he slumped in his bonds.

It wasn't hard to trace the tentacles back to their source since the glowing stood out easily in the low light of the warehouse. He made his way to a bookshelf against a far wall from which the tentacles seemed to emerge. With a bit of effort he managed to pull the shelf out just far enough to squeeze behind it into an alcove marked by a glowing pentagram on the wall. Looking down at a small football sized mason jar surrounded by glowing blue mist, Matty was confident that it was the source of the bat's predicament. He crouched down to take a closer look only to gasp in shock at what appeared to be a minuscule otter stuffed inside.

From what he could tell the otter didn't seem to be in any sort of distress despite being trapped in the small container. It didn't seem to be moving at all, though it didn't seem dead either.

Two things stood out as Matty carefully inspected the otter. For one, he had a thick silver collar engraved with a pentagram. For the other, he appeared to have a black fur tattoo in the center of his chest similar to the one around Valian's nipple. Unlike the bat's, however, his design was different, consisting of an oval inside a circle looking somewhat like an eye.

Remembering that he was able to identify the bat as an incubus from his tattoo's design, he sprinted to the office and returned with the book he had cataloging the various types demons. As he rapidly flipped through the pages he recognized the symbol in one of the first entries and concluded that the otter was, in fact, an imp. Matty gave the entry a thorough read through, finding several bits of information that jumped out at him.

Most common type of demon, usually with no distinct abilities or traits.

Imps are unusual because they are more playful than evil, lacking the amoral malicious streak present in every other type of demon. Some are even downright friendly.

Mostly used as meat or target practice by greater demons.

Can easily be enslaved and controlled by being collared.

Collaring binds then to captor's entire family line.

In extremely rare cases some have unique useful qualities that can be utilized by trapping them in bottles.

Possible source of genie legends.

Matty stroked his chin as he considered the information. The otter was already collared so he could be controlled without even needing to be branded, and seeing the poor thing stuffed in a jar, hidden behind a shelf, and forgotten was more than he could handle. Without thinking any further Matty grabbed the jar's lid and unscrewed it, watching in awe as the otter dissolved into a glowing blue mist that floated out into the air. The mist quickly grew and coalesced into the shape of a still small, but full sized otter.

The otter was a little over 4 feet tall, slightly pudgy, tan furred with dark brown webbed hands and footpaws, and aside from the collar was completely nude, exposing his plump sheath and heavy, round balls. A small pair of pointed horns were visible just under his darker brown crew cut head fur. Aside from his irises glowing blue, his eyes could just about pass as normal. He had a series of bright blue ovals running down the backs of his arms from his neck to his wrists, 4 of which now seemed to be the starting points of the tentacles leading out to the bat. A long thick tail idly waved behind him as he stretched out, giving an exaggerated yawn and blinked his eyes to adjust to the light. When he saw the fox his head tilted to the side and he smiled.

"Hi again Mr. Wechsler! How are you today?" he cheerfully inquired.

"You know me?"

"Of course I do, you captured me and gave me my new home after all!"

"I... think you may have confused me with my grandpa."

The otter rubbed his eyes and looked a bit more intently at the fox before looking both surprised and embarrassed. "Oh, dear... I'm so sorry! You look just like him!"

"Yeah, I heard that from my parents a lot too," Matty chuckled. "So I'm guessing you were installed here to act as a security system, huh?"

The otter nodded enthusiastically. "In all my years this was actually the first time I was ever triggered. By the way, everything is alright, yes?"

"Yeah, don't worry, that's a just a friend of mine."

"Oh... would you like me to let him go then?"

Matty was about to respond in the affirmative, but a wicked idea popped into his head, one he absolutely could not pass up.

"Sir?"

"No, keep holding him for the moment. Follow me though, I think I should introduce the two of you," Matty said before squeezing between the shelf and the wall to make his way back to where Valian was still hanging.

"Yes, of course sir, that would be nice!" the otter responded gleefully as he followed, having considerably less trouble getting past the shelf.

As they walked Matty added, "You don't have to call me sir by the way, just call me Matty, alright? And what's your name for that matter?"

"Oh," he shyly mumbled, "your grandpa never asked me that... It's Vydra."

"Nice to meet you then, Vydra "

"Nice to meet-" The otter froze solid as he rounded the corner and saw just what he had snared, nothing less than a furious incubus staring daggers down at him.

"A FUCKING IMP!?! Is the universe just determined to humiliate me at every turn?"

The last thing the otter wanted, especially this soon after being released from captivity, was to come face to face with something that eviscerated his kind for sport. He began to hyperventilate as Matty tried to calm him down.

"Hey now, you can relax, he can't hurt you," Matty said reassuringly while holding the otter's shoulders. Matty held up his ring, which the otter instantly recognized. "I won't let him, see?" Vydra smiled again and nodded, as the bat thrashed again in his bonds.

"Like fuck I won't hurt him! The moment he lets me go I'm going to take him apart, fuck that ring!"

"I doubt you'll be in any condition to do so by the time he's done with you. See, a thought crossed my mind back there when Vydra and I were chatting. I seem to have an opportunity to see something that I never, not in a million years, EVER thought I'd be able to see in real life. Vydra, I think I'd like to see you give Valian here the hentai treatment." Matty tented his fingers menacingly as he grinned up at the bat. "Trust me, Valian, you're going to love it!"

Valian for his part instantly understood what the fox meant this time, thrashing twice as hard and screaming, "NO! FUCKING NO! I'm drawing the line here, you are NOT going to let an imp do that to ME!"

Vydra, on the other hand, was looking at Matty with a confused smile. "I don't know what a hentai is," he mumbled, not wanting to disappoint his new master.

"Huh... how long have you been here exactly?"

"I don't know," Vydra said with a slight tilt of his head, "I was free for a while, but Mr. Wechsler caught me in 1961. What year is it now?"

"2015, yeah, we'll have to get you caught up... Anyway, what I mean is for you to make some more tentacles and fuck him silly. You can do that, right?"

Vydra lit up with joy, gleefully shouting, "OH! Yes, of course I can do that! Did you want me to take both sides or just his butt?"

"Both sides. I want to see you fill him up... More. Than. ANYTHING!" Matty exclaimed, no longer able to hide his excitement at the prospect of seeing a real, actual, tentacle fuck.

"Then if my master wills it, I'm happy to comply." Vydra held his arms up and the remaining circles on them activated, glowing brightly as more blue mist flowed forth and formed into new tentacles. They then snaked toward the struggling bat as he continued to fight to no effect. The first tentacle drove itself down his throat, preventing any further objections as the otter worked.

Matty was beyond giddy as he watched Valian gagging around the long, watery appendage. For this first time he didn't want to do anything more than watch and not miss a moment, but he was having a hell of a time keeping himself from dropping his shorts and beating off then and there.

A pair of tentacles hooked around the waistband of the Valian's shorts and tugged them down to his knees as another approached his tailhole and ran its tip in circles around the rim. If Matty's normal body heat felt cool to the bat, the slimy surface of the misty tentacles was more like ice. Valian shivered and tried to get away from the teasing at his rear by shifting as little as he could. The two tentacles let go of his shorts and moved up his chest under his tank top, latching onto his nipples and pinching them in an alternating pattern.

Yet another tentacle slipped between the bat's legs, massaging his balls and moving up to his cage, only to back off when it came into contact with the metal and caused an audible hiss. Vydra winced and looked pained for a moment, but quickly recovered and refocused his efforts.

The tendril at Valian's tailhole firmly pressed its way in, able to make easy progress thanks both to its natural slipperiness and the stretching Matty gave him just a few hours ago. The bat was screaming unintelligibly around the obstruction moving deeper into his throat, though it was starting to seem like it was more from reluctant pleasure than pain. The scream changed to a loud extended moan as he shivered and shuddered while suspended off the ground.

Figuring he had made enough progress deep inside the bat, Vydra shifted him to be belly down, parallel with the ground, and began to rapidly piston in and out, aggressively spit roasting his helpless victim. The tentacle wrapped around his balls gently squeezed and rubbed the dangling orbs as he desperately tried humping at air, unable to do much else.

Matty was bouncing excitedly as he watched, but soon realized there was a flaw in his plan. The otter wasn't going to be able to wrap a tendril around the cage to catch the surely ensuing mess, and he didn't exactly like the prospect of finding a mop to clean up the floor, and that was just assuming none of the artifacts got hit as well. Regretting having to miss even a second, he sprinted back to the alcove where he found Vydra, grabbed his jar, and ran back at top speed.

Thankfully it didn't look like he had missed anything though Valian was now arching his back while his nipples were tugged by the smaller tendrils clamped around them. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he splayed his toes and clenched his fists. The tentacles rapidly pounding in and out were moving with an intensity that Matty could never hope to match, he was just in complete awe. Valian was clearly undergoing some kind of pleasure overload, almost frothing at the mouth as that fat tentacle endlessly filled up and pummeled his rear.

Matty easily recognized the telltale signs that he was ready to blow, running over and holding the top of the jar up to the tip of the cage, as close as he could get it.

Valian gave one final pleasured moan and shot several thick streams of his ashy cum through the tip of his cage and directly into the jar. By the time he was finished he was hanging limply in his bonds, eyes shut with a look of pure bliss, and Matty had a half full container of demon cum.

Vydra lowered the dazed bat to the ground and dematerialized his tentacles, showing a wide beaming smile at Matty.

"Thank you s-" Vydra said, catching himself, "Matty. Thank you Matty."

"No, thank you. Thank you thank you thank you! That may have been to single most amazing thing I've ever seen! You're really good at it, huh?"

"Of course! I've had a lot of experience doing stuff like that over the years, though something that intense really tires me out, I can't do it that often. As far as I know the tentacles are unique to me, and once people find out about them it's usually the only thing they want to do. Mr. Wechsler was the first one to capture me and not do that, actually." He looked down to see his former home, only to see it had been flooded and sighed, "Aw, is that my jar?"

"Yeah," Matty said, holding it up and sloshing it around. "I didn't see any buckets around. Why, did you still want it?"

"Well, yeah. I live there!"

"I was actually planning on taking you home with me, I have a mansion with lots of extra space, you know." Matty looked down and noticed, for the first time, that the otter's small cock was standing at attention. "And I'll even help you out with that once we get there, I could definitely use the release after your little display, what do you think?"

"Yes, that sounds quite lovely," Vydra said with a warm smile.

"Great! This place will be fine without you, right?"

"Absolutely! Mr. Wechsler was a bit nutty about security. I was just the first line of defense... Speaking of which, you should probably get him out before the next one kicks in," Vydra said while pointing at Valian, still sprawled out and moaning.

"Right, good idea. Go ahead and get him to the entryway, please, I need a bit of time to find what I came here for, and something for you to wear outside for that matter. He won't be any trouble if he wakes up. And if he is, you know what to do." Matty clicked his tongue and wiggled his fingers, making it completely clear what he meant before heading back to the office.

Vydra couldn't remember ever feeling so happy as he looked down at what previously would have been just another tormentor and dragged him to the front of the warehouse. All he could think was that he was going to like this new master of his.