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Sorry about how long this one took. Had to do a ton of involuntary traveling over the past few weeks and had little to no time for writing. Plus, it went really long. But that's a good thing, isn't it? More to love? Maybe?

It was a real treat to write either way, so I'm happy with it. New character, of a species that apparently lacks a specific tag, haha. I hope you all enjoy as well. And thanks, as always, for reading!

Axel, Gensa, Kazama, and Sirius Created By and Belong to SkyWing

Proofread by SkyWing

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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Matty was reading through yet another old tome as he ate his breakfast, getting ready for yet another full day of combat training. Constant soreness aside, after several days of sticking with it, he was beginning to find something of a groove. There was still a long road ahead before he could potentially be worth a damn as a fighter, but it felt good to truly commit himself to something. Of course, with the little competitions he and Axel had at the end of each session, it was easy to stay interested. Matty had yet to even come close to winning, not that he was complaining. Regularly being power-bottomed by the insatiable black bat was a different, if no less profoundly enjoyable experience.

An odd beeping from the counter suddenly grabbed his attention. It seemed that the DPS, or oracle, whatever it was technically called, was trying to get his attention. The device had lain dormant ever since it conversed with his grandfather, revealing it possessed a degree of sentience. Suffice it to say, Matty was a bit mystified by this new development. This was the first time it had ever actively tried to get his attention, for some reason seeing fit to spring to life on its own.

Overtaken by curiosity, Matty picked up the device and inserted his ring. Moments later the screen's readout flashed, reading, MATTY & KAZAMA, followed by an address a few states over. Smiling eagerly to himself, Matty grabbed a pen and paper and transcribed the information on a small notepad. His smile faded as he finished writing, recalling his earlier promise not to hunt until he was fully trained. He quietly stared down at the screen, hoping for either some additional guidance or advice.

"Would you look at that thing!" Axel exclaimed, casually strolling into the room in nothing but his jockstrap and an open robe. "Still looks the same way it did decades ago! I'm surprised you got it to work again. What's it say?"

"Oh, uh, it says me and Kazama, then an address. That's about it."

"It's sending you on a quest! Sounds like it could be fun, I'll come with you! If we head out now I can-"

A shrill, almost annoyed-sounding beep interrupted him. Having grabbed their attention, the DPS's screen updated to read, I'M SORRY, WAS THAT TOO VAGUE? DID MY SCREEN FLICKER? I SAID MATTY & KAZAMA. YOU WERE NOT INCLUDED.

"I was just-"

NO, NO, BY ALL MEANS, FEEL FREE TO IGNORE MY RECOMMENDATION AND JOIN THEM. CLEARLY YOU KNOW FAR MORE THAN I DO.

Giving a bemused smirk, Axel raised an unimpressed eyebrow at the snarky device.

TO BE CLEAR, THAT WAS SARCASM.

"Yeah, it was pretty obvious."

JUST MAKING SURE. WHILE I FEEL LIKE I SHOULDN'T HAVE TO EXPLAIN MYSELF, I WILL, JUST THIS ONCE. ONE: YOU ARE NOT INVULNERABLE. TWO: YOU ARE IN NO WAY SUBTLE. DESPITE YOUR LONG ABSENCE DURING YOUR TRAVELS, YOU ARE STILL VERY WELL KNOWN AMONG DEMONS AROUND HERE. SOMETIMES THAT CAN BE USEFUL. NOT HERE.

"Anyway," Matty interjected, rubbing his eyes from having to quickly read so much tiny scrolling text, "are there any more details you could give?"

Flashing slowly, as if it was attempting to simulate a frustrated sigh, the DPS's screen updated again. I WOULDN'T BE MUCH OF AN ORACLE IF I JUST GAVE YOU ALL THE ANSWERS, NOW WOULD I? I'VE ALREADY SAID TOO MUCH. THE PUZZLES ARE YOURS TO SOLVE. OR RUIN BY IGNORING WHAT ADVICE I WILL GIVE. YOUR CHOICE.

"I think I liked that thing better before I knew it had a personality," Matty mumbled under his breath, hoping the judgmental chunk of plastic didn't hear him. "So, what do you think, Axel? Should we go? We meaning me and Kazama," he clarified, shiftily eyeing the device. "I mean, would he want to go? I'm not sure if I should try going out into the field again until I'm absolutely ready, honestly."

"Absolutely! To both! Kazama's got plenty of experience, he'll take care of you just fine. You'll have to ask him to be sure, but I bet he'll be happy to join you. Plus, getting in some some field training as you go is the best way to learn the ropes. The oracle can be tactless sometimes, if not an outright dick, but it won't steer you wrong. I say go for it!"

"That's all I needed to hear," Matty joyfully exclaimed. "I'll run it past Kazama and call to get my jet ready!" For a moment Axel seemed like he was about to say something to correct him, but the black bat simply returned the smile, giving an approving nod. With a grateful shout of, "THANKS!" Matty took off down the hall to search for wherever the crow might be hiding.

Now alone with the DPS, Axel gave a small sigh, eventually asking, "Was all that bitchiness really necessary?"

I WAS STUFFED IN A DRAWER FOR SEVERAL DECADES, AND I'M STILL STUFFED IN AN OLD BROKEN PORTABLE TV. SORRY IF I'M NOT EXACTLY A BIG BALL OF SUNSHINE.

Stroking his chin thoughtfully, the black bat grinned as the device's words gave him an idea.

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One relatively brief flight and a bit of driving later, Matty was sitting on his nice hotel bed, using his laptop to do some research on the address they had been given. A quick search revealed that it was for a decently-sized college cafe that featured nightly improv acts, live music, or open mics. Aside from the groanworthy name of 'The Java Archive,' there was nothing too interesting about it.

Except, of course, a string of incidents over the past several weeks where patrons wound up needing to be hospitalized. In every case, the patron in question had arrived sometime after 10PM, stayed a few hours, and was later admitted for what was initially assumed to be an overdose. Without fail, each of those patrons turned out to actually be stricken with some bizarre, dazed form of fatigue. There was no question that a demon was feeding off of them, though it didn't give much insight as to what they should be expecting. Whatever it was, it was feeding enough to be harmful, yet not enough to kill, which made Matty hopeful that whatever it was might be friendly. Or if not friendly, at least not outright malicious. He'd learned he could work with either.

In any case, it was still well before 10PM. He figured while they waited it would be nice to try and get to know his new partner. The eerily silent crow had slept the entire way through their trip, now sitting on the other side of the room, watching curiously as Matty did his research.

Kazama was wearing a white tank-top so as to not confine the large, feathered wings emerging from his shoulders. For pants, he wore a simple pair of tight, white shorts, leaving his scaly, gray legs below his knees exposed. Both garments blatantly stood out against his pitch black feathers, which may have been the intent. Matty couldn't speak to a certainty.

Ever since they had arrived the crow had been perched on his chair like that, knees clutched to his chest, occasionally nodding, smiling, or gesturing, but never saying a word. Mostly, he just watched on, seemingly happier to observe than interact.

"How come you never talk or anything?" Matty bluntly asked, looking over at the crow.

Remaining silent, Kazama blinked, giving a small smile.

"Sorry if I offended... did I offend you? I honestly have no idea. You're really hard to read."

The crow slowly shook his head, pointed to his throat, and shook his head again.

"You're... mute? Is that it? You can't speak at all?"

Shrugging slightly, Kazama held a hand up, twisting it as if to say, 'yes and no.'

"What do you mean?" Grinning knowingly, his companion closed his eyes, spreading both his arms and his wings. Within moments, Matty felt an unnatural wind begin to blow inside the closed room. He could hear noises begin to sound all around him, almost like whistling or chirping, eventually merging together into a single coherent voice.

"I can talk," the voice intoned, "Just not with my throat. Takes a lot of effort and precision. So I prefer to listen."

Utterly floored by the demonstration, Matty leaped to his footpaws shouting, "That was INCREDIBLE! You can control the air? Like how Valian can control fire? That is so cool!"

The awkwardly chuckling bird nodded in the affirmative as a small red blush showed through his feathers.

"Is that standard for... for crow demons? Whatever kind of demon you are? Or is it unique to you? Can you control other elements? Can others of your breed control other elements? You know, I never really thought about it before!" Suddenly perking up, Matty excitedly bounced on the edge of the bed, nearly knocking his laptop onto the floor. "Do all incubi have power over fire like Valian and Dax? Or could there be, like, a water incubus? Or maybe an ICE-cube-us! HA! How many different kind of elements are there? Can different demons of the same breed have completely different elemental abilities? I do remember reading that imps sometimes have mutations like with Vydra's tentacles, is this something like that?"

Blinking in surprise, Kazama stared in wide-eyed silence, having no idea where to even begin answering the rambling slew of questions.

"Sorry, I can get a little over-excited," Matty apologized, sharing a small laugh with the amused crow. "Hey, this might help," he mumbled to himself, pulling his phone out from a pocket in his cargo shorts. After a few taps, he brought up a chat client, handed the phone to Kazama, and did the same with his laptop. "There! You can keep that phone, I've been meaning to get a new one for a while. Now we can chat!" He noticed the crow tilting his head curiously at the object in his hand, adding, "You know how to use it right?"

Kazama threw Matty an incredulous grimace. After a few taps to the phone's screen, he sent Matty a message.

i know to use a phone. haven't seen a new one in a while. very different.

"Good then... Do you remember any of my questions? I kinda forgot, honestly."

Chuckling softly, Kazama tapped away at his new phone.

wind control normal for karasu tengu. im stronger than most but also deafmute in exchange.

"You're... deaf too? How?..."

technically yes but i hear by feeling vibrations in wind kind of like seeing sound. hard to describe. very longer range too.

"Cool, cool," Matty mumbled. A flurry of dings sounded as received a series of additional messages.

elemental affinities guaranteed to some breeds like wind for me. random affinities common to most others above imp level. extremely rare for imps. luck of the draw mostly. fire most common for incubi though ive seen plenty of different ones, water, ice, air, stone, etc. too many elements to list all. Stopping momentarily to scratch his beak, he sent one additional note. i think that was everything.

Humming with fascination, Matty looked up from his computer. "Don't worry, that's more than enough. Thank you, Kazama!" Another ding sounded from his laptop.

;)

Stifling a laugh, he completely lost it when he looked up to see Kazama winking as well, additionally giving a thumbs up. Once he settled down, he asked, "So, we've got a few hours to go. Feel like watching TV or something?"

After thinking for a few seconds, Kazama sent another message.

one thing universal to all demons incubus or otherwise is profoundly powerful sextant

Matty blinked in confusion, wondering what, exactly, the crow was implying.

sorry. meant sex drive. profoundly powerful sex drive. part of having physical form in mortal world. im sure you noticed right?

"Ah, okay. I think I get where you-" Matty hushed up the moment he saw that the lusty crow had stealthily fished his semi-erect cock out of his shorts, slowly stroking his fist along its pink, tapered length. "Yup, no mistaking that one. Sounds good to me!"

Setting his new phone aside, Kazama stood out of his chair, posing for the fox as he let his shorts fall to the floor, and crawled atop the bed wearing nothing but his tank top. He dropped to all fours, looking over his shoulder, tantalizingly wiggling his tail feathers at the enthralled fox.

Matty was barely able to keep himself from tossing the laptop off the bed like a frisbee. Mustering all the restraint he had, he calmly closed the lid and placed it safely on the desk. With that safely stored away, he dropped his facade of control, completely disrobing in less than an instant, rapidly tossing his clothes to the floor in a messy heap. He promptly vaulted onto the bed, knelt behind the waiting crow, and hungrily stared at the beautiful black-feathered ass.

"Oh, hm. Did you happen to, maybe, bring lube or anything?" Matty asked, rubbing idly at the tip of his cock as it slowly emerged from its sheath.

Sticking out his tongue, Kazama ran a finger along the fleshy pink organ, then reached around to tap the pucker nestled between his cheeks.

"Ah, ok, gotcha! I've done that for... or maybe TO Valian a few times. Brace yourself!" Shuffling forward, Matty cupped both of the crow's taut ass cheeks, spreading them apart and rubbing his thumb around the rim. He stroked the long, smooth tail feathers as he leaned in close, blowing a teasingly hot breath of air onto the clenching ring.

Letting out a happy sigh, Kazama dropped forward onto his chest, holding his rump up as high as it would go, pressing it closer to Matty's muzzle. With his hands now free, he reached between his legs, squirming with anticipation as he again stroked his long, thin length. Not wishing to make his partner wait any longer, the fox dove right in, making Kazama gasp as the powerful tongue speared deep into his tailhole with a single thrust.

Matty eagerly probed Kazama's ass, occasionally forcing his long, flat, pink appendage in a little deeper or using it to caress the walls of the quivering rear tunnel. After what may as well have been an eternity of this treatment, he sat back, successfully removing his tongue from the clenching hole despite Kazama's best efforts to keep him inside.

"Okay, so Valian tastes like barbecue. You taste like, what, flowers on a summer breeze?" Matty asked, smiling as he watched Kazama, half his face resting against the sheets, snickering happily. "It may not be a super-heated furnace like Valian's, but this is just as just as unbelievable. You demons never cease to amaze!"

When the crow reached his free hand back, pulling his ass cheek to the side, Matty took the hint and resuming the deliciously wonderful rimjob. Once again driving his tongue deep into the bird's rear, he was far more aggressive about it, lavishly swirling his tongue, rapidly pistoning it in-and-out of the twitching ring.

Making something like a loud, coughing moan, Kazama felt his climax building. Aside from a few other assorted hisses and grunts he remained largely silent, though a gentle warm breeze was beginning to blow through the closed room. The change went unnoticed by Matty, who was far more focused, both on the bird's rear, as well as his own fully engorged erection.

Again slipping his tongue out of the disappointed crow's rectum, Matty quickly placed the tip of his cock against the saliva-soaked hole. "You sure that's good enough?" he stopped to ask. The furious, frustrated nodding that followed told him everything he needed to know. With the bird's desperate blessing, he thrust his hips, instantly burying his throbbing shaft in up to his fully inflated knot. He thrust his hips like a crazed beast, quickly giving way to lust as he hammered his knot against the well-prepared anus over and over, slapping their balls together all the while. At most he was only faintly aware of the chorus of a thousand birds singing, drowning out his own moaning, calling out all around them.

Kazama bit his beak down on a bunched up cluster of sheets, jerking his cock so speedily that his hand looked like a black blur.

After what felt like a glorious eternity of rutting the crow, Matty popped his knot past the fleshy ring with an especially powerful thrust, firmly tying them together. The room positively exploded with birdsong as the crow instantly reached his peak, opening his beak in an empty scream as he jerked several loads of thick, cherry-scented, demonic cum onto the sheets. Matty continued to hump the feathery, tied rear with a series of shallow thrusts until reaching his own climax, creaming deep inside the pleased crow's ass.

Falling to his side, Matty pulled Kazama down with him so that they were spooning together, quietly enjoying the afterglow. Almost in a daze, he reached over with his leg, gently stroking the crow's black, scaly shin with the pad of his footpaw. He vaguely noticed the gradually fading chirping and singing surrounding them as his afterglow died down.

"Instead of screams or moans or groans, you make a whole sound like a summer day in a forest?" Matty mumbled, only half awake by that point.

Kazama smiled and shrugged.

"Mmm. 'Sbeautiful. Can't wait to REALLY introduce you to Valian," he added with a small laugh. "The alarm's set, right? 9PM?"

Kazama nodded.

"Perfect. Give us time to-" He momentarily stopped talking to make an obnoxiously over-exaggerated yawn. "-get ready. For now, nap." Once he finished speaking, the only sound left in the room was that of his snoring.

With a bit of concentration, Kazama altered the air around the fox's muzzle, changing the sound of the fox's lumber-mill-appropriate snoring into something more like a gentle humming. That little feat accomplished, there was nothing left but to cuddle up against the napping fox's belly and get some rest before the main event. Yawning heavily, he soon joined the fox in his slumber.

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Yawning as he wandered the halls of the sprawling mansion, Axel shook his head, clearing out any residual grogginess. With Matty having left to go on an adventure, his day was unexpectedly free, and he was never good at handling downtime alone.

He had initially wanted to talk to Will, Matty's badger friend, about the DPS, but as usual, the badger was out somewhere with his poodle incubus boyfriend, Dax. Gensa, Vydra, and Sirius had gone out shopping together, while Valian was off doing his usual solo thing. Having nothing else planned, and no one else around, he spent most of the morning exercising, skinny dipping in the pool, or jogging around the mansion's grounds. After eating a late lunch, feeling accomplished and full, he had returned to his room for a nap.

He awoke later in the evening, idly strolling through the halls until noticing the sound of a television off in the distance. Following the source of the sound, he found himself in Matty's den, where Will and Dax were lying together on the couch and watching a movie. As he entered, Dax faintly acknowledged his presence with a friendly wave before returning his focus to the screen.

Stealthily taking a seat in a nearby armchair, Axel curiously watched the loving couple. The poodle was wearing nothing but a skimpy pair of cutoff jeans, while the badger was wearing his usual cargo shorts and black t-shirt combo. They were both lying head-to-foot, snuggled next to each other, resting their heads on the couch's cushioned armrests. What really stood out about their position, though, was the fact that the taller poodle had his bare footpaws resting on Will's face, sandwiching the badger's short muzzle between them. Even more interesting was the fact that Will didn't seem at all bothered by them. If anything, judging by the almost drugged look on his face, he was downright pleased. Every once in awhile, he closed his eyes, hugged the poodle's ankles close and took a long huff of the long, white-furred, brown-padded paws. Each time that happened, both Will and Dax shared a small, happy sigh, then resumed watching the television.

Sitting back in his chair, Axel was more than happy to wait until the movie was over to discuss the DPS. He hadn't the faintest idea what movie they were even watching, having walked in partway through it, but he was far more fascinated by the show taking place on the couch. His eyes widened when Will began sucking on Dax's toes, occasionally pulling back to lick playfully at the blunt claws or tow pads, earning a barely stifled series of giggles from the apparently ticklish demon.

Axel smirked as he felt a pleasurable tightness growing in his shorts. For the time being, he was definitely happy to sit back and watch the show.

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Looking up at the big, garish sign, Matty said, "The Java Archive. Yup, this looks like it."

Kazama nodded.

"Alright, so, I guess we'll go in, I'll point out the demon when I see it, and then we can just keep an eye on it until I can get close enough to mark it with my ring. Sound good?"

Kazama nodded again, this time giving an enthusiastic thumbs up. Chuckling softly, he walked inside with the crow following just behind him.

Despite the late hour, the cafe was quite busy, filled with a number of patrons drinking coffee or eating meals. The low droning hum of idle conversation was easily drowned out by some of the most beautiful music Matty had ever heard. It was impossible to describe, almost like Kazama's orgasmic birdsong. Somehow warm and inviting, making him feel joyful, optimistic, and full of energy. It was wonderful.

He found himself hoping someone would be selling albums inside.

As he was led to one of the few open tables, he couldn't help but notice that every other patron, without fail, had their eyes glued to the stage at the side of the room. The instant he followed their gaze to see a peacock sitting atop a stool, playing a guitar and singing, he recognized the glow of an unbound demon. The precise type was still unknown, but there was no question; the peacock was their culprit. After nudging Kazama with his elbow and discretely gesturing at their target, he took a seat, quickly regretting getting the table closest to the stage. He deftly slipped his hand into his pocket to keep his ring hidden away until it was needed. With nothing else to do but wait for their target to get off stage, he simply waited and observed the enchanting performance.

The peacock demon, whatever it might be, was very neatly dressed with a nicely pressed buttoned-up white shirt, long black slacks, and a pair of glasses with thick black frames resting on his yellow beak. His feathers gave him an overall light teal coloration with thick black rings around his green eyelids. Several silver metal studs were pierced along the edge of the right side of his beak, and an additional silver ring pierced his left eyebrow. Unlike Kazama, he didn't appear to possess a pair of wings sticking out of his slender shoulders. He did have a remarkably huge set of tail feathers completely fanned out behind him, looking almost like a rainbow peppered with shimmering eyes gazing back at the crowd. The peacock held his actual eyes tightly shut as he sat on a stool, playing an acoustic guitar while singing in a guttural language Matty couldn't recognize. Whatever it was, it was beautiful. As he continued to listen, he failed to realize that his consciousness was beginning to fade, gradually replaced by a euphoric haze.

Kazama, however, felt perfectly fine, enjoying what he could of the lovely music as he idly read through the menu. He glanced over at Matty, growing worried when he saw the increasingly vapid, trance-like expression pasted on the fox's face. Looking around the room, he could see the same was true for the other patrons. They weren't just enamored of the music, they were literally entranced, all in a barely functional state while staring up at the stage. Even the waitstaff, despite continuing to work, appeared to be having difficulty looking away from the passionately singing peacock. Only Kazama was unaffected by whatever was happening.

Beginning to grow worried, he waved his hand in front of Matty's face, snapped his fingers, and shook the fox's shoulders. He tried anything that might help Matty snap out of his trance, though it was all to no avail. When the music suddenly stopped mid-song, he was shocked to see that the peacock had opened his bright green eyes and was staring directly his way.

A pregnant silence hung in the air, peppered by random groans as the peacock's influence over the crowd rapidly faded. With a slow mumble, the peacock asked, "...You can hear me, can't you? I can tell... But you're not..." Too stunned to even gesture back, Kazama gave no response. The peacock, having officially jumped from startled to full-on terrified, promptly resumed playing, only now in a far angrier minor key.

Before Kazama could react, he felt Matty's fist impact his cheek, knocking him clear out of his chair. The rest of the crowd soon followed suit as every warm body in the place charged directly at him. In full panic mode from the drastic turn of events, he flipped backwards off the floor, using a gust of wind to launch himself spinning onto one of the small, round, wooden tables.

At first he tried making his way to attack the peacock directly, though several of the enthralled patrons had lined up, acting as a shield wall. Rethinking his plan as fast as he could manage, he rapidly jumped from table to table, stepping in several half-eaten meals along the way, stopping only to kick bowls of soup or other dishes at attackers when they got too close. After nearly slipping on a sandwich, directly into the furious crowd's reaching hands, he finally had enough. Using another burst of wind, he leaped up into the ceiling, grabbing hold of a low beam, and took several seconds to calm himself and develop a plan. Remembering his time with the fox a short while ago, or at least the time just after when he muted the fox's snoring, he focused his power on altering the all the air in the room. Within seconds, all sound vibrations throughout the local area were forcibly stilled.

The peacock failed to noticed everything had been muted until his control completely failed, his temporary minions falling to the floor, exhausted and asleep. Realizing that his only remaining option was to flee, he clumsily dropped his guitar and took off at top speed, tripping over any number of discarded items as he frantically tried to find some way out the back.

Letting go of the beam, Kazama landed gracefully on the floor and ran to Matty, slapping the snoring fox twice in rapid succession. Having only been briefly affected, the fox quickly snapped awake, glaring at the crow, shouting, "The hell was that for!?!"

Pointing to the open rear exit, Kazama grabbed Matty's wrists and unceremoniously yanked him to his feet and dragged him outside. He began rapidly gesturing toward the peacock fleeing down the alley as Matty obliviously rubbed his head. Snapping his fingers to finally get the fox's attention, he again pointed to the peacock, pointed to Matty's ring, pointed to himself, spread his wings, and made a pushing motion.

"What?" was all Matty was able to say before the exasperated crow took the initiative, using a strong burst of wind to send the confused fox careening like a rocket into the peacock's back. Whether it was through pure dumb luck or because the fox finally regained his senses, Kazama couldn't say, but the makeshift missile hit its mark. Matty successfully branded the nape of the peacock's neck with his ring as they collided, sending them tumbling together along the ground.

Matty sat back, stiff as a board, staring at the sky with the prone peacock lying heavily across his chest. Carefully checking to make sure there hadn't been any onlookers for their little escapade, Kazama approached, helped Matty out from underneath his newly enslaved demon, then back to his feet.

"Okay, so that was something," Matty grumbled, rubbing his sore hand. "I'm going to be feeling this one for a while." Noticing the crow's swollen cheek, he added, "Sorry about decking you there... That wasn't me you know? I'm really hoping we're even after you hurled me into the blue like that. ...Right?"

Kazama snickered softly.

"I guess we should get back to the hotel before, I don't know, the cops show up. With any luck this'll just be written off as a gas leak or something." Commanding the enslaved peacock to his feet, Matty prepared to leave, then stopped himself. "One second," he mumbled, running back into the cafe, returning with the peacock's guitar. "This might make for a good peace offering if we want to make friends and all."

Kazama approvingly nodded. With that, they headed back to the hotel.

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"Mmm, not bad," Dax mused as the movie's credits rolled. Will hummed his agreement, still clutching the poodle's paws to his face. "What did you think, Axel?"

"What? Yeah, it was great," the black bat mumbled back. What he had seen was perfectly enjoyable, some superhero-type flick or another. He had spent far more of the past hour, however, observing the pair casually molesting each other. While Will was totally focused on Dax's footpaws, the poodle's wandering hands had reached down the front of the badger's unzipped shorts, idly fondling the contents therein through the thin boxers. If he was being completely honest, Axel hadn't even realized the film was over until the poodle spoke up.

Arching his head back over the couch's armrest, Dax grinned when he saw how the reclining bat's own shorts were blatantly tented between his legs. "I'm not sure we were watching the same thing, hon."

"... You two have been... distracting," Axel said with a soft chuckle. "In all my life I've never seen anyone that paw obsessed before."

Only slightly paying attention to the exchange regarding his burgeoning fetish, the badger dreamily muttered, "They're beautiful and smell like hickory smoke. Not gonna apologize." Taking a long slurp along Dax's toe-pads, earning another small giggle from the ticklish dog, he added, "Tastes just as good too..."

"Not judging! If anything I think it's weirdly adorable. Giving me a few ideas too, maybe."

"More than just ideas, I think," the poodle cooed, eyeing the black bat's enormous bulge. "Since we've gotten you all worked up I suppose the right thing to do would be to help relieve your frustration. What do you think, Willy?" The badger gave a small hum of agreement through the well-worshipped paws, groaning in disappointment when their owner jumped off the couch. "Sounds like we're good if you are."

"Oh, absolutely!"

"Alright!" Dax excitedly shouted, gesturing to a sturdy, plastic-covered sofa off to the far side of the large room.

It had quickly become apparent to Matty that, with the increasing population of the mansion, his den was incidentally becoming something of a focal point for many of the various fun-time shenanigans shared by their little community. The smart move seemed to be keeping a specific area set aside for those exact purposes, with some toys and supplies discretely stored in a chest, a tarp underneath the sofa, and the aforementioned plastic covering the sofa itself. In case he ever had legitimate company like one of his siblings, it was far easier to get that cleaned up and hidden than a legion of stains peppered about everything. Of course, with living fountains of cum like Valian and Dax it wasn't perfect, but it was a definite improvement.

Dropping his shorts after several awkward hops, Axel's footlong erection sprang free, and he practically dove onto the colorfully named 'fuckseat.' Will followed suit, excitedly disrobing with a flurry of clothing tossed to the floor.

Having only his skimpy shorts to remove, Dax took his time, sensually slipping it over his curvy thighs, making a little show of it. He let out a small sigh as his cage popped out over the waistband, holding the base of it between his index and middle fingers, giving it a wiggle toward the now completely naked, fully erect badger. "Want to help me out and engage the blocker?" he asked with a wink.

"Already?" Will asked. "You just finished a full week of denial this morning! Don't you want to spend a few days recovering first?"

"Oh, generally I would, but this is a special occasion, isn't it? Someone new and all? And before we know it my club'll be opening! I can't very well be stripping with a pair of watermelons between my legs! We should get in our fun while we can!"

"If it's what my puppy wants, it's fine by me," the badger acquiesced, giving the ring at the base of the poodle's scrotum a twist until it clicked into place. As soon as the cage was ready, Dax embraced Will, engaging him in a powerful kiss, lifting the shorter badger a bit off the ground as he did so. Once the kiss was over, they briefly locked eyes before joining the bat by the couch.

"You guys are just adorable. There's no other way to say it," Axel laughed, having watched everything while idly pumping his hand along his thick, rock-hard, foot-long shaft.

"Oh my, now that is impressive," Dax said, staring at the bat's eager fuckstick. Struck by a sudden bit of inspiration, he retrieved some lube from the supply chest and speedily gave both Will's and Axel's shafts a liberal coating. "It's been far too long since I've gotten to go full size queen!" he almost cheered, standing in front of the grinning bat, proudly displaying his well-trained tailhole. Moving with practiced fluidity, he pressed the tip of the bat's cock against his pucker and sat down, easily popping the thick head past his tight rim. Shimmying himself the rest of the way down the impressive length, Dax moaned with pleasure as the black bat let out a long sigh, loving the pulsing, burning heat of the poodle's ass. Before long, Dax had taken him to the root, his tail thumping heavily against the bat's abdomen. At least it was thumping until he sat back against Axel's chest, forcibly spreading both of their legs wide open. Now completely settled, he crooked his finger toward Will, beckoning the badger over, then pointing down at his stretched tailhole. "Come on, Willy, stuff me good!"

"Are you sure? You-"

"I've been triple-teamed by horses, I can handle this. Let me have it!" To further entice his mate, he lifted one of long legs, wiggling the clawed toes at his easily enticed boyfriend.

Stepping forward, hugging Dax's fluffy leg close to his chest, Will pressed the tip of his cock against the poodle's already occupied entrance. With some effort, he squeezed his lubed shaft against the notably larger one, eventually managing to force his way in alongside the moaning bat, grunting with every short, powerful thrust of his hips. The familiar heat of the demon dog's insides mixed with the tightness of the impossibly full rear was almost enough to send him over the edge the instant he was fully hilted inside. He wasn't entirely certain how he kept from blowing his load right then and there. Not that he really dwelt on the issue, instead taking a deep inhale of the paw after shoving his nose against the warm paw pads. His other hand wandered down to Dax's throbbing cage, tracing a finger between the bars at the tip, feeling sparks as he teased the encased cockflesh.

Letting out a loud whine of pleasurable frustration, Dax asked, "Well? Are you gonna stand there or get this thing moving?"

Happy to comply with the poodle's request, Axel raised his ass off the couch, lifting the poodle with him while putting his full weight on the back of the couch, supported by his shoulders between his wings. Ignoring the sound of crinkling plastic, he thrust his hips upward, furiously pounding his cock into the doubly stretched tailhole. His hands found their way to the sides of Dax's white-furred chest as they fucked, both to keep him steady and to playfully tweak his nipples, earning a moaning whine from the dog.

Will had to take another step forward to keep Dax's stuffed ass from being yanked right off his cock. He was hardly able to prevent himself from falling on top of the both of them in a pile at that angle, holding onto the poodle's leg in order to stay upright. To his relief, though Dax was bent nearly in half by their new position, the flexible incubus appeared no worse for wear. If his cock angrily throbbing in its cage as it tried to grow erect was any indication, he enjoyed being contorted.

Taking a moment to regain his footing, Will moaned, already close to the edge from the bat's slick cock rubbing against his own. Tired of holding back, he clutched the poodle's leg close to his chest, shoved his nose hard into the paw's sole, and thrust his hips with everything he had in an attempt to match Axel's intense pace. Every so often, he and the bat thrust in at the same time, forcing a pleasured cry from the sandwiched poodle as their balls slapped together.

Too overwhelmed with pleasure to do much else, Dax simply held onto the couch as he was fucked raw, positively squealing as he was so thoroughly filled over and over. He splayed his toes, giggling as the badger took the opportunity to suck them.

As much as he wished he could have continued on forever, Will all too quickly reached a mind-blowing climax. Letting out a long, low groan, he hammered forward several more times, cumming deep inside his mate's rear. As soon as he was finished, he let out a satisfied sigh, pulled his cum-soaked cock out, and fell to the floor in an exhausted heap.

Perhaps prompted by the badger's orgasm, Axel soon followed suit, thrusting up one final time into the slightly less stuffed tailhole. Biting his lip, he absolutely flooded Dax's rear with a river of jizz that put Will's own to shame.

Dax was the last to finish, though thanks to the cage's blocker he was unable to cum himself. Instead, as he shuddered with joy, both from the tingling itch of denial and from being filled to the brim by both studs at once, his balls grew to the size of melons. Once their swelling ceased, he rested back against the impressed bat, letting out a final pleased moan. For the time being, they silently agreed to just sit together a while, quietly enjoying the afterglow.

Without warning, both Dax and Axel had to stifle laughter as they felt Will grab their ankles and rub his face against the soles of their footpaws. After taking a long breath, he slowly exhaled, tickling their feet with his hot breath.

Suddenly remembering why he went looking for them in the first place, Axel asked, "Before I forget again, Will, you're good with tech stuff, right?"

"Depends what you mean, but sure, I know some stuff," the badger hazily replied, lying on the floor with Dax's and Axel's right footpaws resting on his face.

"Good. I think it's well past time the DPS got an upgrade. Feel like taking a look?"

"Mmhmm," was all the response he got, followed by the sound of light snoring from beneath their paws. Sharing a quiet laugh with Dax, they decided, for the time being, to let the badger enjoy his nap.

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"Okay, wake up," Matty commanded, waving his hand toward the limp, comatose captive propped against the back of an armchair like a ragdoll.

As commanded, the peacock's eyes immediately shot open. He stared in shock at Matty, then Kazama, finally setting on Matty again. After what felt like an eternity of abject terror, he sensed his only possible means of escape. Leaning his head back, he began to sing.

"No, no, none of that!" Matty shouted, causing the frightened demon's beak to snap shut tight. "No more mind control, whatever that was. No violence, no causing others to commit violence, no anything bad for the time being. Got it?"

The peacock was frozen like a statue, staring in pure terror at the smiling fox. Kazama tilted his head curiously to the side.

"Okay then, how about we start with introductions. I'm Matty, this is Kazama, and you are?" Saying nothing, the captive demon merely stared back. "You may speak," he clarified with an awkward chuckle. "And make sure to tell the truth."

"PLEASE DON'T KILL ME! I don't want to go back there! I'm sorry about what happened to those people! It'd been so long, I don't know my own strength! Please don't make me go back! I'll never do it again, I swear! I'll do anything you want!!!" the peacock frantically begged.

"Calm down, okay? If I wanted to kill you I would have done so already. You know, like when you were completely out cold for the past couple of hours? I have no interest in hurting anyone unless it's absolutely necessary. No offense, but you don't really strike me as a genuine threat."

"I'm not! I'm... I'm just trying to survive..." the peacock mumbled, beginning to feel cautiously optimistic. "If that's true, why did you come here and attack me? And kidnap me?"

"Strictly speaking, you attacked us first," Matty indignantly huffed. "Though, to be honest, from the start I was planning on, well, doing exactly this. After my last hunt went a little sideways I wanted to err on the side of caution; Aside from the fact that something appeared to be feeding on people, I didn't know what we'd be up against. I certainly wasn't expecting either of us to be recognized so easily."

"Oh... When I sensed that something was extremely amiss with your friend there, I panicked," the peacock explained, pointing toward Kazama. "I guess I may have overreacted a little... I'd been trapped down... there... for so long... Hell isn't very accommodating to my kind... With the war going on I saw an opportunity to escape and took it. I've only been free a few weeks now, and I don't ever want to go back..."

"Understandable. Misunderstanding over, no more violence, sounds good to me. You?" Matty asked, happy to see a tentative nod from the captured demon. "Alright! Now that we've agreed to not try to kill each other we can get back to introductions! Aaaaaaaand you are?"

"...Calliope..."

"Nice to meet you, Calliope! Now, I'm really curious about the whole singing thing. What are you, exactly?"

"A siren."

"A siren? Like from greek mythology? Or those movies? They're real? That would explain the singing. Weren't they supposed to be female? I guess in the right light you could pass as female... Wait, sirens are demons? Are other mythological monsters demons?" Matty rambled away without ever stopping to take a breath. Eventually he realized both Calliope and Kazama were giving him wide-eyed stares. "Sorry," he chuckled after catching his breath, "Sometimes I get excited."

"Okay," Calliope said, giving a weak, nervous smile. "The old stories about monsters aren't entirely accurate, but yes, many of them are actually about types of demons. I've never really understood where the female thing came from. I know I'm not exactly masculine, but I think it's obvious I'm a guy, right?" He leaned forward and spread his long, beautiful tail feathers, earning a chuckle from the fox and crow.

"So sirens feed by singing for others? Is that it?"

"Adoration, attention, focus. I perform and feed off the attention paid to me as I do so. My singing, specifically, just acts as a lure to get people to focus on me. Besides, after being trapped in hell for so long, it's wonderful to be able to express myself again."

"Any kind of performing would get you fed?"

"If I have an audience. Why?"

"Just considering some ideas... So, why sing in a little cafe like that? Why not use the internet? Your music was beautiful, no way you wouldn't get a huge fan base! And you'd get fed whenever they watched a video, wherever you are!"

"For one, it has to be live, not an old recording. Two, there's such a thing as overfeeding. Playing to the whole world would probably kill me. The cafe's audience was perfect. And three, I learned my lesson about being famous the last time around. The rise of hunters led to us getting killed off pretty horribly." Calliope sighed, glancing downward at his gray-scaled, taloned feet.

"Really? It seems like the whole mass mind control thing would make a pretty good defense."

"It is, but it has its limitations... I get tired eventually, and the effect won't last forever or effect a whole army either. Plus, it's not really mind control, exactly. It's more like gentle manipulation than anything. I usually use it to make listeners forget me once I'm done playing. Or get a free guitar from a pawn shop. Or just bring joy to an audience." Calliope sighed softly.

"Or sic that audience on someone," Matty slyly interjected. "We saw that one up close, didn't we?" Rubbing his sore cheek, Kazama silently nodded.

"Sorry..."

"So what about the people you sent to the hospital? What happened there?"

"Oh... occasionally see a specific person in the crowd and I'd go a little overboard playing for them specifically. My singing can have an genuine narcotic effect when concentrated like that. They were just accidents."

Recalling the images he saw of the victims, a list of young, profoundly attractive males, Matty immediately put it together. "You were horny!" he shouted, laughing heartily. "I'm guessing you haven't gotten laid yet since getting topside, hm?"

"Eh... OH! Um... No, I, uh, suppose not," Calliope stuttered, now heavily blushing. "I've been pretty focused on surviving. I hadn't even thought of it."

"Did I just embarrass someone that eats attention? I think that must be a new personal record!" Matty shouted, far more proud of himself than he deserved to be. He was happy to see the wary peacock loosening up a bit. "I never thought I'd encounter a prudish demon!"

"No, it's not that! I'm no prude! I just didn't expect you to be so blunt about it," the peacock awkwardly chuckled, pushing this glasses up his beak. "I suppose it's well past time I explore ways to relieve that specific sort of tension. Thank you for pointing it out."

"No problem! You don't have to worry, we're all pretty open sexually back home. Having two incubi numbering among you will have that effect. Or is that two and a half? Not sure how to file Axel at this point. Whatever, the upshot is you'll have plenty of new friends happy to help you with that specific problem."

"I... don't understand..." Calliope mumbled, looking somewhat confused. "What do you mean? You believe I'm not a threat, right? Aren't you going to let me go?"

"Of course I believe you! I commanded you to tell the truth, remember? The problem is that I can't in good conscience let you roam free if you're hurting people, even if it's by accident and not out of malice." A resurgent look of terror crept across Calliope's face. "Hey, let me finish before you freak out again, okay?" he admonished his fearful captive. "I have a way for both of us to be happy."

Though he looked no less worried, the peacock gave a slow, tentative nod.

"Good. Now, first thing tomorrow we're going to head back home to my mansion. It's huge, so you'll get your own room to do with as you please. I don't know enough about how you feed to say for sure, but there should be enough of us living there for you to survive. From there, you can either work on getting better control or we can look for some way to prevent you from doing any incidental harm. Once I'm sure you're ready, I'll be happy to release you. After that you'll be free to leave, or you can stay with us as long as you like. Come to think of it, one of my friends is opening a club pretty soon. I bet if you played there it'd be great for business! How's all that sound?"

"...It does sound nice."

"I bet you'd make a great dancer too," Matty mused, looking the brightly-colored bird up and down.

"What?"

"Never mind, it's Dax's club, I'll let you two work it out. Do you, um, have any questions for me?"

After spending a solid minute contemplating the information, Calliope asked, "It all sounds a little too good to be true. How do I know I can trust you?"

"You don't have much of a choice. It's not so much a proposal as it's me saying what's going to happen. If it makes you feel better," Matty said, placing his hand over his heart, "I swear to you that I'm speaking the truth. Oh, and maybe this will help!" Running over to the side of the room, he retrieved the peacock's slightly dented guitar, happily handing it over to the surprised bird. "I thought you might appreciate getting this back. Made sure to snag it before we made our getaway. I'll, uh, have it fixed after we return."

"It was just something I picked up a couple weeks ago," the peacock said, softly smiling as he ran his hand along the hollow base. "But the gesture means a lot. Thank you." An awkward silence fell upon the trio until he finally broke the silence. "What now?"

"For the rest of the night? I was just going to fuck Kazama and go to bed. You're up for it, right?" he asked the crow, who rapidly nodded his reply. Turning to look back at the peacock, he laughed when he saw that the other bird was frozen with surprise. "What? I don't know if it's a side effect of your music or what, but I'm incredibly horny myself right now!" Both he and the crow stood up from the bed, unashamedly disrobing in front of the nonplussed peacock. "You can either sleep on the couch in the next room, stay and watch, or join in. I'll leave this one up to you. I know I'm biased here, but If you want my advice, I honestly think releasing some of that pent up lust will go a long way with controlling yourself."

Tapping the base of his guitar, Calliope looked up at the fox and crow. With a small sigh he agreed, "Okay, you have a point, I could really use this." Placing the guitar off to the side, he rose out of his chair and unbuttoned his shirt. Tossing it to the floor, he stepped out of his long pants, now wearing nothing but his piercings and thick-rimmed glasses. Both from being treated to a full view of Matty and Kazama's uncovered bodies, as well as his own long denied horniness, he was already fully erect. His tapered prick was on the short side, just over four inches long, though the base was well over two inches thick.

Deciding to take charge, Kazama took Calliope's hand, sitting him down on the edge of the bed, then sat Matty down right next to him. He dropped to his knees in front of the fox and leaned forward, swirling his tongue around the tip of the red, vulpine cock as it emerged from his black-furred sheath.

"Watch the beak, there, okay?" Matty nervously requested between moans.

Hearing that, the offended crow gave an indignant huff, choosing instead to work on the wordlessly observing peacock. As he took the fully erect, if smaller cock into his mouth, he glared over at Matty, inwardly smiling as the fox groaned with disappointment. In an instant his eyes flew wide-open as the other bird tensed up, sending a particularly voluminous load of pent up seed directly into his mouth. His cheeks bulged out as he waited for the gushing flow of cum to finish. Pulling his mouth off the slickened, spent prick once it was over, he gave Calliope a mildly disappointed grunt through his mouthful of spunk.

"Sorry... It's been a while," the peacock meekly apologized, trying to ignore the snickering coming from beside him.

Shrugging, Kazama flashed a small, understanding smile to the peacock. Swallowing some of the spent cum, he spit the rest into his cupped hands, using the gooey fluid to thoroughly coat the fox's stiff, knotted cock. He climbed atop the bed, and as he did earlier that evening, fell to his hands and knees. After snapping his fingers to make sure he had Matty and Calliope's attention, he authoritatively pointed to his rear, then Calliope's crotch, then Matty's crotch, then Calliope again.

"I'm already going soft, I think that might be it for me," Calliope nervously said, upset at having finished so unceremoniously.

"If I understand what he was saying, that shouldn't be an issue for long!" Matty said, helpfully guiding the peacock behind the crow, upright on his knees. Once they were both in position, he knelt behind the peacock, pressing his slick cock tip between the bird's ass cheeks.

Those long, beautiful tail feathers shot up and fanned out the instant the peacock felt an intruder prodding at his vulnerable tailhole. Involuntarily making a shrill, "EEP!", he slapped his hand over his beak, unfortunately too late to prevent the embarrassing squeak. On the plus side, he finally understood what the crow had tried to communicate. He blushed even harder, not due to the hands firmly gripping and spreading his cheeks or the cock tip rubbing against his tailhole, but from the raucous laughter coming from over his shoulder.

"I don't think I've ever heard anyone make a noise like that before!" Matty exclaimed once he regained his composure. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't be laughing. Are you alright?"

"I wasn't expecting... it's been a long time, alright?"

Grinning widely, Matty couldn't help but notice that Calliope's short, tapered cock was already fully engorged again. He found himself wondering if the siren somehow got off on being embarrassed, or simply enjoyed the feeling of his ass being groped. In either case, he looked forward to thoroughly exploring both options in the future.

He snapped out of his reverie when Calliope's rear was suddenly shoved back against his hips, immediately forcing the first inch of his cum-slick cock into the squawking peacock's clenching tailhole. It seemed Kazama had gotten impatient waiting up front and had slammed his ass back onto Calliope's pelvis, taking all but the thick base of the peacock's shaft in a single thrust. His beak was open in a silent moan, while Calliope was just about frozen stiff, his beak also open in the midst of a low, lingering groan. Best as Matty could tell, the peacock was having trouble coping with the twin sources of pleasure overwhelming his senses at once.

More than ready to get the show on the road, Matty reached around the seized-up peacock's stomach, tightly grabbing Kazama's waist, and used the smaller bird to support him as he gradually worked his eight-inches of red, hard, fox cock into the overly tight hole.

Once the initial shock wore off, Calliope let out a moan of ecstatic glee at the pure pleasure he was feeling. He didn't even have to do anything himself to enjoy himself. After the first few thrusts of the fox's hips forced his own against Kazama's, the thick base of his tapered prick was fully enveloped by the pleased crow's tight rear. Every one of the fox's short humps that followed, pulling back and shoving forward over and over, effectively fucked Kazama for him. Aside from another loud, almost whining moan, he simply sat back and let the duo sandwiching him, filling him, rubbing him, squeezing him, bringing him an indescribable amount of pleasure do whatever they wanted. Before long, his eyes widened when he felt a hot, fleshy bulb knocking at his rim.

"I'm in, doing alright?" Matty asked, panting with desire.

"Mmhmm," the peacock barely managed to reply, groaning when Kazama, annoyed by the lack of motion, clench down hard around his prick.

"Cool, gonna get started, brace yourself."

"...Get started? You hav-" Calliope began to ask, promptly silenced by the fox pulling his cock partially out and thrusting back in up to the knot. His eyes flew open as his body again completely seized up, only twitching and emitting a small, choking squeal.

Too in the moment to laugh at his reaction, Matty proceeded to piston his hips, furiously pounding the sandwiched peacock's vice-like tailhole, in turn forcing him to repeatedly hump the delighted crow's upturned ass.

Falling to his chest, Kazama kept his ass in the air, reaching down between his legs to rub at his own cock as best as he was able. In his current position it had been squeezed between his feathered thighs and was thus somewhat difficult to reach. Frustration aside, he was thoroughly enjoying being pounded by the peacock's slightly stubby prick, especially when assisted by the fox's incredible enthusiasm. Much too soon for his liking, he heard Calliope make a shuddering gasp followed by a long whine, and felt his ass get absolutely flooded by the peacock's second load of the night. Giving an amused huff as he rolled his eyes, he waited for the flow to subside and crawled forward, making Matty let go of his hips in favor of holding onto the peacock's. He huffed at the unwelcome empty feeling and turned around, watching as the completely dazed peacock got fucked by the horny fox.

Grabbing hold of Calliope's shoulders, Kazama pulled him forward until his beak was right at his crotch level. The moment the peacock opened his beak, Kazama thrust forward, skillfully minding the edges as he joined Matty in spit-roasting their new friend. Sighing happily now that his own member was getting some attention, he felt the wind building around him as his own climax rapidly neared. Powerfully fucking a squealing peacock's beak while his own rear was sticky and full of cum was driving him close to the edge far faster than he would have expected.

Just before Matty's orgasm hit, he slammed his knot into the gasping peacock's tailhole with a resounding pop. As he howled, cumming deep into Calliope's rear, he could hear the telltale birdsong of Kazama climaxing as well. Almost in unison, they filled the peacock from either end, utterly stuffing him well past his limit.

Despite being knotted, there was a visible stream of cum leaking out of Calliope's overstuffed ass. His cheeks were bulged out by the crow's geyser-like load, having to swallow multiple times to get it all down. Feeling an arm hook around his chest, his beak was pulled off of Kazama's cock as he was pulled over onto his side, lovingly spooned by the fox. Moments later, the crow plopped down in front of him, scooting back until they were spooning as well.

"So, have fun?" Matty asked, idly stroking the peacock's tail feathers, followed by a small yawn.

Calliope and Kazama both nodded, Kazama additionally reaching back to stroke the peacock's forearm.

"Ah, good. You're gonna fit right in..." he trailed off as his eyes fluttered closed. Both birds soon followed, drifting off to sleep as the exhausted trio waited for the morning.

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"We're back!" Matty excitedly shouted. All told it was the third time he had shouted it as he didn't find anyone until coming across Axel, Will, and Dax in the kitchen.

"Who's your cute new friend?" Dax asked, winking at the blushing peacock.

"This is Calliope! He's a siren!"

"You can, um, just call me Cal, I think," he replied, awkwardly chuckling. Will, Axel, and Dax gave a polite nod, a wave, and a suggestive wink, respectively, welcoming him to the mansion.

"He's an amazing singer! I figured once he gets better at controlling his power, maybe he could-"

"Say no more," Dax interrupted, already able to tell what the fox was about to suggest. "I'll be happy to give him a shot."

"Told ya," the fox smugly said, nudging the smiling peacock with his elbow.

"Pretty shocked sirens are real, gonna have plenty of questions for you shortly," Will said, staring in awe at the peacock. "But to shift the topic a bit, we have a surprise of our own for you."

"For me? I love surprises! What is it? Please say it's a slip'n'slide! It's really hot out and I've always wanted one!"

"...what? You're a billionaire!"

"I can still enjoy simple things can't I?"

"That was in no way my point!" the badger shouted, genuinely uncertain if his best friend was messing with him again. "Whatever. Anyway, here it is," he said, handing Matty a white watch-like device with an unusually thick case.

"Your old busted smart watch? ...Thanks?" Matty said, shrugging slightly. Though he had no real use for it, he figured it was still nice for them to give him something.

"LET'S SEE HOW GOOD YOU LOOK WHEN YOU'RE AS OLD AS TIME," the watch spoke in an overly loud, robotic voice. Matty yelped in surprise, barely keeping himself from tossing it into the air. "IF IT'S ALL THE SAME, PLEASE BE CAREFUL WITH THIS BODY. IT'S STILL NEW AND I LIKE IT."

"New body? What?"

"It's the DPS!" Will proudly explained. "We upgraded it! Apparently oracle stones innately bond with any technology they're installed into. I popped the stone out, had some pretty freaky visions because I didn't wear a glove, and stuck it into the watch. I still have to add the port for your ring so it can locate demons, but now it can talk!"

"I CAN ACCESS THE INTERNET NOW TOO."

"You, uh, removed your credit card info from it, right?" Matty whispered to the nonplussed badger.

"HE DID NOT."

"Well," Will mumbled, nervously laughing as he snatched the new DPS from his friend. "Still got a thing or two to iron out."

"I love it, Will! Thank you!"

"It was actually Axel's idea, to be honest."

"Thank you too, then, Axel! I look forward to the final version," Matty said with a laugh. "Have fun working on it, I'm going to give Cal a quick tour and let him pick out a room, let me know how it goes."

They each gave brief goodbyes and went on with their day, while Matty and Cal left to wander the halls. Kazama followed close behind, yet to leave the peacock's side since waking up that morning.

"See, what did I say?" Matty asked, holding his hands behind his back as he walked beside the birds. "Pretty nice, right?"

"It's quite wonderful so far," Cal replied, fascinated by the grandeur of the place. "It's almost hard to believe... I think whatever happens... Maybe it would be nice to stay a while." Kazama shifted a little closer to him, walking together almost shoulder-to-shoulder.

Smiling over at the pair of demonic birds, Kazama now holding a surprised Cal's hand, Matty simply said, "Awesome."