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"Have I ever turned someone human? Sure, plenty of times," Davin answered, smirking at Uther's look of surprise. "What, you think I'm just here corrupting humans left and right for my personal amusement or something?"

"No, I was just curious," Uther sighed, drinking some more of his soda. "I'm starting to come around to the idea daemons aren't how they used to be."

"But I bet even the Virtues still make you nervous, huh?" Davin said, before looking up at the stage. "Sure you don't want to watch, by the way?"

"I didn't know what night it was, okay?!" Uther hissed, blushing as he kept his eyes away from the stage. "Last week I was in that room for the party most the night, so..."

"Hey, I'm teasing. Relax," Davin said. "At least you're not speaking Welsh this time."

"I never used to know it," Uther meekly said. "At least Dylann understands me when I'm like that. Honestly he seems like the only Virtue who even wants to deal with me."

"Can you blame them? You make a lot of daemons nervous just by existing. Your blade doesn't come from any of us," Davin said, looking a little tense despite his smile. "It reminds us that there might be something out there more powerful than us, but not as... intrusive. We don't like to think about it, you know?"

"...I guess that makes sense," Uther said, feeling awkward now. "I'm bisexual, I think."

"I know you're just trying to change the subject... but that's still good to hear that you're learning more about yourself," Davin sighed. "If it helps you feel less awkward, I think your existence is a positive thing. But as with any power, how you use it will determine... well, everything about you."

"Well, yeah. I know that," Uther said, shrugging. "But it's been another week and that's all the progress I've made on my identity. It's... more than a little frustrating, especially when everyone has these weird expectations just because of a god damn magic piece of metal. But I am the one who accepted it, aren't I? I can't complain now. Fuck, I'm doing it again!"

"Well, as long as you're stuck in 'work mode'," Davin laughed, walking out from behind the bar. "Mind helping me with something? Liam and I can't seem to do anything about it, but maybe you can."

"I suppose," Uther asked, curious. "I thought you could do anything here, though."

"Even if I still had the amount of power that Liam has, I'm more used to initiating transformations than actually undoing it. Especially when I'm not the one who did it in the first place," Davin said, leading Uther past the dance floor. "Plus the last time I walked in there he almost got me all the way in."

"I'm not going to like this, am I?" Uther grumbled, but Davin wasn't telling him anything more. Reaching a door with some sort of sigil on it - a ward, huh? - he watched the daemon hold up his arm and dispel it. "What's inside?"

"Stellan. He's sort of a tree monkey thing right now," Davin said, seeming to brace himself as he held the door handle. "I'll probably be a burden, but I'll try."

"Move," Uther commanded, shoving him aside as he wrenched the door open. Stepping inside with Davin in tow, they immediately felt something close the door behind them before a slithering feeling crawled around his arms and legs. Vines?

"Ah crap he's bigger now," Davin managed to say, before a vine shoved itself into his mouth. He was even more bound than Uther, and from the looks of it he was already enjoying himself too much even as he struggled. He simply wondered why Davin wasn't using his power until he realized the immense pressure of the power all around him.

"What the hell were you all thinking?!" Uther growled, before a vine lined up with his own mouth. Not having it, light erupted from his body as his aura manifested and burned away the vines constricting him. Reaching out, he felt his sword in his hands as he pulled it out from the air. Cutting Davin down, he guarded the daemon while he coughed up the vine and purple sap that had been pumped into him.

"Thanks. But you can leave now..." Davin said, clearly zoned out still. "I want a taste of that large cock there..."

"You're useless," Uther sighed, gold chains binding the daemon as he waved his hand. He was in his element now as he faced the giant tree. If this place had been a garden before, it now looked more like a forest of some sort. They were a bit odd for trees, though he couldn't sense anyone inside them like he could with the big one. If anything, they seemed to exist only to impede his progress as he walked forward. Perhaps to protect against threats?

"You know what?" Uther said, his voice as full of power and authority as it was irritation. "I'm getting real sick of your shit."

"Who's... that? Ook," a voice boomed, sounding extremely tired. "Oh. A mortal. And Davin?"

"Stellan, right?" Uther replied, cutting aside some vegetation. This wasn't exactly a machete, but it was still doing the job as he advanced. "Mind letting me through?"

"That sword hurts..." Stellan said, obviously upset. "Your light hurts... what are you? Stay away..."

"Can I come then?" Davin asked, struggling against his bindings. "I want more of that sap..."

As much as he cut, the vegetation seemed to thicken as Stellan resisted. Despite his power, he could only access a fraction of it and it showed. He realized the only way he was getting through was if he was vulnerable... looking back at Davin, he grumbled irritably as he released his bindings. The daemon stumbled forward at the lack of restraints, catching up to where Uther was before being stopped by the same foliage that only kept thickening around them. Putting his blade away, he stopped emitting his aura despite his better judgment; almost immediately, the vines that had been waiting patiently until now seized them both and lifted them up.

"I'll cut myself down again if you shove that in my mouth," Uther threatened, and the vine that had been lining up with him suddenly retreated. "Why are you doing this anyway?"

"Feels good," Stellan said, his eyes half-lidded. "Want others to join me. Grow. Produce. Be good trees. Ook."

"Yeah. Sounds good," Davin said, licking the vine in front of him over and over again. His features were already changing to something more simian-like as his horns began to match the antlers upon the tree's head. At least, Uther thought they were antlers. They looked green and flexible, shaking with every movement of Davin's head. "Ook..."

"Want to be with me?" Stellan asked Davin, and the daemon simply moaned and writhed. That seemed to be the response Stellan was looking for, since a large vine came out from behind the tree and wrapped itself around him. No, it was a tail, not a vine. Uther felt conflicted; he was very pissed about what was happening, but at the same time he was becoming increasingly turned on and curious about what would happen next. Taking advantage of his loss of focus, a vine hovered over Uther's lips and smeared them with sap... opening his mouth in a daze, Uther allowed it to begin filling him with that sweet tasting sap as the vines readjusted to let him watch. Realizing his mistake, he tried to resist even as he saw that tail lower Davin toward Stellan's massive cock, but it was so hard to focus long enough to draw upon his power or even reach for the sword. He felt so tired and lazy, and he had to admit the vines felt good against his bare skin as they slowly cocooned him. He wasn't even sure what had happened to his clothing, but he didn't care as first Davin's feet entered, slowly sinking up to his legs and then his waist as Stellan used him as some sort of strange toy.

"Relax... sleep," Stellan said, his deep, rumbling voice shaking through Uther. He watched through sleepy eyes as Davin relaxed even more, slipping in up to his armpits as the tail let him go completely. Other vines wrapped around his arms and lifted them up as the daemon seemed to fall asleep, but after a few throbs from Stellan's member all Uther could see were Davin's quickly disappearing hands as he was guided in. As if he were a fly in a pitcher plant, the bulge that was Davin quickly traveled downward into one of the sides of his enlarged sac. Moaning, Stellan sprayed his sap all over Uther as he came from the sensation, and before Uther knew it he was passing out from the pleasure overloading his brain.

The next time Uther was aware of anything, he was barely able to open his eyes. The vine had stopped doing whatever it had been doing to him, but now he just hung from one of the branches like all the apples around him. He gave a weak attempt at trying to escape his bonds but only succeeded in making himself swing a little bit. Why was he up here, anyway? Where was Davin?

"He's awake... ook," he heard a voice boom, reminding him of the daemon in question. Looking up at the source, he saw a new monkey head that looked more like Davin. Whatever Stellan had been before as a tree, he had somehow absorbed Davin and made him part of it. Two heads looked at him, and Uther realized he was dangling right in front of their eyes. Looking down as far as he could, he realized the large cock was now two shafts connected at the base with the sac having doubled in size.

"Good, now he can... join us," Stellan's head said, looking at Uther with only one eye open. "But can't unless... he chooses to..."

"Ook... right," Davin agreed. "Sword... and Virtues..."

"What's going on?" Uther managed to ask, feeling confused, tired and horny. He remembered what had happened to Davin before being swallowed up, but for all he could tell he was still human himself. Whatever else that sap did though, he couldn't block all the effects of it.

"Making you a tree..." Stellan said, yawning. "If you want. Feels good."

"Just relax. Grow. Produce fruit..." Davin said, and for a moment Uther thought maybe that wouldn't be so bad. He was tired of the burden of his blade already, if only because he couldn't remember who he'd been before this version of him had died. If he couldn't remember who he was anyway, then what was the point in struggling? He could feel the tingling of magic start to penetrate his skin slowly, sensing his weakened resolve... but then Uther shook his head.

"Let me go," he ordered halfheartedly. "I don't want..."

"You do want," Davin's head said, not believing him. "Just afraid. Can feel... desire..."

"Ook. Accept and eat," Stellan said, and an apple dangled in front of Uther's face as a branch seemed to bend on its own. "Be like us."

Uther's head hurt at that last phrase, a sense of overwhelming familiarity and fear rushing through him. He was back in the chamber from his dreams and memories again, losing to that daemon as he mocked and tempted him over and over again through the fight. Be like us... anger flashed through him, cutting through the combined haze of lust and sloth in his mind.

"Never again," he said, his voice full of power as the light returned to his body. He'd already let this go too far in trying to get closer to Stellan, and now he had to deal with two powerful daemons instead of one. The vines burned away from him as Stellan and Davin closed their eyes in pain. Falling, Uther calmly closed his eyes and called the sword to him; light danced from the sword along his naked form as he twisted midair to strike deep into the trunk, slowing his descent as it left a large gash in its wake. The armor of some sort of heavenly knight formed around him, cleaning and dispelling the effects of all the sap spraying him from the great wound in the trunk. If they were mortal and not a giant damn tree then he might have felt bad about it, but instead he pulled free and landed on his feet before placing the sword on his shoulders. Pointing his free hand at them, he channeled the power of Caledfwlch; it felt so easy now, where before he'd always had trouble properly channeling the blade. But now he understood why; in this moment, he and the blade were one in purpose as years and years of experience informed his actions. He smiled beneath his helm as a powerful orb of light formed within his outstretched palm.

"Gan Caledfwlch, gael ei buro," he commanded, the orb flying from his hand and directly into the heart of the tree. At first, they cried out in pain... but as more and more light began overtaking the tree and burning the surrounding vegetation away, the clearer his own mind felt. Falling to his knees, he dug the blade into the dirt while his spell did its job. It felt like hours to him as he waited, but in reality he was waiting perhaps several minutes before two shapes slowly rose from the remains of the tree.

"I feel like shit..." Davin said, stumbling out of the vegetation. Most of it was gone now, and what remained burned away in strange embers of light as it faded away. "You okay, Stellan?"

"Where the hell..." Stellan said, and as Uther saw him get closer he realized he was a giant fruit bat anthro. "Right. The experiment..."

"The fuck is wrong with you two," growled Uther, his armor gone now. In its place were his old clothes reformed from his memory of them. At least the blade saw fit to keep his modesty intact after all that, seeing as how he didn't remember doing it himself. "Seriously. The hell..."

"I really owe you... several favors, actually," Davin promised, shaking his head. "I knew I was going to be useless but damn. I didn't think that'd happen. You're worse than Seth was, Stellan."

"If it wasn't clear before, then it is now. We need to destroy those apples," Stellan said, though from the look on his face Uther could tell he was reluctant to do so. Rising slowly to his feet, he pulled his sword from the earth and swung it back onto his shoulders.

"Fuck that. I'm destroying those apples. If I let you try to do it then you'll just be tempted to eat them again," Uther said, being a bit harsher than he wanted to. But he was still full of his own power and the memory of battle, quick as this small encounter had been. The two of them shrank back slightly before Davin nodded.

"Not a bad idea really. Besides, you should head back to your realm anyway, Stellan," Davin encouraged. "Once you get those wards down for Uther, anyway."

"Agreed. Though not before I walk around a bit," Stellan said, wrapping his wings around him. He seemed far more alert compared to his previous tree self as they all waited for every trace of the 'corrupted' plant matter to dissipate; Uther's spell was as effective as it was ruthless. All that was left in the end was the indentation where a tree had once been, as well as any surviving crops from before. Only then was Uther satisfied enough to allow them to lead him through the hallways of the back room areas, and before too long Stellan had unlocked the door he had warded personally. Uther could feel it inside, the same magic as before reaching out to him.

"I'll make sure no one enters besides you," Davin said, leaning against the wall. "Then afterward we'll see about how I can make it up to you, hm?"

"We'll see," Uther said, entering the door. It was an impressive work area, but all Uther cared about as the door closed behind him was ending those apples. It was easier to channel the spell this time since the targets were far smaller, and once the room was bathed in the light of Caledfwlch and all traces of the magic apples were gone, he finally relaxed and let the sword return to the between space it always went when not in use. Exiting the room, he shook his head before punching Davin in the shoulder as hard as he could.

"Fuck!" Davin yelped in surprised, wincing as he rotated his shoulder. "I mean I deserve that, but still! You hit harder than most mortals, remember?!"

"I know," Uther laughed, before rubbing his temples. "I feel sick. Probably all that damn purple goop in my stomach... got a cure for tree-induced hangovers?"

"Well, I can probably whip something up..." Davin said, smiling as they both walked toward the bar. "Nothing with fruit though."

"Gods no," Uther agreed, belching up a sickly sweet scent. "I'm getting steak for a week."

"Now you're just being mean," Davin joked, his bull hooves clacking against the floor. The two began chatting about what had happened, and despite his embarrassment it felt good to realize that Davin was just as awkward about it. Honestly, Uther didn't blame him too much. He'd been under the heavy influence of an elder daemon, and the only reason Uther hadn't joined them was because of Caledfwlch and his technical status as a mortal stopping them from trying to change him while he was unconscious.

"Nope," Davin said, after a moment or two in the loud main area. "Nope. Fuck this. Private bar."

Uther had to agree. His head was pounding as well, and it was only made worse by the loud music and crowd. Was that event still going on? How long had he been dealing with this 'problem'? He realized his phone wasn't destroyed as he brought it out as he was ushered into a smaller room. Only an hour, huh? It had felt like days or weeks to his sluggish mind at the time, but it was still a bit disorienting to his sense of time. He sat and waited as Davin poured the contents of a single bottle into two glasses, handing one to Uther as he held his own up to his lips.

"Bottoms up," Davin said, before slowly chugging his own with a grimace. Looking at the suspicious liquid, Uther just shrugged. What the hell, it couldn't be worse than how he was feeling. He allowed the contents to pour down his throat and immediately regretted it, but he kept going if only not to be one-upped by Davin. The taste was extremely unpleasant, but memories of taking medicine or drinking something similar in the past distracted him enough that he ended up finishing his drink long before Davin did.

"This is alcohol?" he said, feeling a little tipsy. He wasn't drunk, but he could feel his stomach settling even as energy poured through him.

"Yeah, sorry," Davin sighed, cracking his neck left and then right as he shrugged his shoulders around in their sockets. "It's not on the menu, but we stock it just in case it's needed. I've only used it for hangovers and upset stomachs, so it's more medicinal than recreational... but you'll still get pretty fucked up on it if you have more than a few."

"I can imagine," Uther sighed, leaning back in his seat. "But the next time you ask me for a favor, make sure it doesn't involve agriculture. Or horticulture, for that matter."

"Yeah, yeah," Davin sighed, sitting next to him in a nearby seat. "Just let me know what I can do to start making it up to you. I feel pretty bad about how that went... it's easy to forget I'm still a lesser daemon. I can't go toe to toe with elders like that anymore without a solid plan."

"Like a challenge or duel," Uther said, causing Davin to nod. "I guess you'd have to be at least some kind of useful if you took the title from-"

"Don't say his name," Davin said, gently but firmly. "But yeah. Want a proper drink?"

"Sure, but not alcohol," Uther said, watching Davin head back to the minibar. "Were you planning on turning those apples into cider or something? Sorry if I..."

"Don't apologize. Those damn things are more trouble than they're worth," Davin said, shaking his head in irritation. "They weren't that powerful when I plucked them, though. It makes me wonder what was going through Seth's head when he grew them with his magic."

"Maybe he wanted company," Uther offered, causing Davin to nod his head a few times at the theory. "But who fucking knows for sure. Magic and daemons are always tricky. You're just lucky I like you."

"Yeah, but I have to admit you were pretty damn cool. Here," Davin said, tossing a soda bottle at him before opening his own. They were the smaller bottles one might get if they didn't want the normal size. "Hope you don't mind but that's all the non-alcoholic stuff I've got at this one."

"That's fine," Uther shrugged, waiting a bit before opening his own. The two decided to spend the time just chatting about normal stuff for a while; they'd had their fill of strange stuff for the day.

*******

"I don't want to know," Liam said, holding a hand up to Davin as he returned to his workstation. "I assume it's taken care of, right? Then I don't want to know."

"You got it boss," Davin said, a bit of a sheepish tone in his voice. He looked over to see Uther leaving and waved goodbye, smiling as the human hesitantly waved back. Next time he wouldn't drag him into it, but he hadn't been expecting Stellan to have grown that much in such a short amount of time; it was just supposed to be a simple job with Uther as backup. Thank the gods he'd warded the door, or they might have had an infestation on their hands.

"Might want to take care of that one," Liam said, getting Davin's attention. "He looks shy for someone with so much muscle."

"I usually get the opposite type, but I'll get right on it," Davin said, looking to where Liam was pointing. Walking along the counter, he greeted Jared in passing before he stood in front of the patron. Liam hadn't been kidding; the man looked way too nervous for someone who could easily bend most people in half. He must work out all the time, to have a physique like that. As if noticing him for the first time, the human's eyes boggled out of his head before he averted his gaze toward the stage.

"...Um..." he said, blushing. "Can I get another... uh..."

"Calm down, I don't bite. Hard," Davin said, winking. It was a corny line, but with the way he purred with the delivery usually got most guys to look at him with interest. If anything, it had the opposite effect as he was more determined to look away from him. "Rough night, hm?"

"Yeah. Kinda," the bodybuilder sighed. "I'm only really here because of a friend, but uh..."

"Let me guess. He's over there enjoying the show without you," Davin said, causing him to nod. "Too nervous to go over there yourself? Well, that's fine. I'm Davin Connors... what's your name?"

"Jeff," he said, answering to be polite if nothing else. "Sorry but I don't feel like talking much."

"But you don't mind listening, do you?" Davin gently asked, backing off a little. "Do you want that? Or should I leave you alone?"

"...Nah, you're fine. I'm just... not good at this," Jeff said, tugging at his ear lobe. "This is more my friend's thing than it is mine. Not that I'm in the closet or anything but, well..."

"Oh I get it, trust me," Davin chuckled. "You're not the first guy today who's been uncomfortable with the show. Though with you, I think it's more than that."

"Yeah," sighed Jeff, averting his eyes from a few of the patrons as they eyed him in passing. He crossed his arms over his large pecs before choosing to look at Davin. "How do you deal with them? The eyes and attention. You're bigger than I am, yet they keep staring at me."

"They don't have as much of a chance with me, in their minds. Besides, even if they're into anthros... I'm a bit too big in this form," Davin laughed. "I usually enjoy the attention, being a lust daemon and all."

"Oh! Well... that makes sense, then," Jeff said, uncrossing his arms as he leaned on the counter. "...Hey. Daemons grant wishes here, right? That's what I keep hearing anyway."

"I'm not a fairy godfather, but if you're looking for a temporary change I can offer you one of our transformatives," Davin said, but whether it was his presentation or what he said it was clear Jeff wasn't having it.

"I know you can do more permanent stuff," Jeff said, shaking his head in irritation. "Don't give me that man."

"I've never denied it. But I always start with the temporary. You're looking for a change it seems, but I can't help you unless you tell me what it is that you truly want."

"Right... well, my friend here knows I'm gay, and so does my family. I'm not completely closeted, but... well, the guys I work out with aren't as open-minded. I have to pretend with them. I feel like such a coward, but... promise you won't laugh?"

"I won't laugh. I promise," Davin said, before pretending to zip his lips. Smiling at that, Jeff seemed to relax a little.

"I'm this big because I can't say no to them," Jeff sighed, his face a mix of frustration and doubt. "We used to hang out in high school too, and... I've said shit I'm not proud of just to blend in. I thought about leaving a few times, but I guess I'm more afraid of being alone than I am at having my ass kicked. If I could... if I could fight, though, that would change everything."

"I won't make you violent, but... hm..." Davin said, getting a few ideas. "There is merit in defending yourself or others. Is that more what you have in mind?"

"Kind of. For all this mass though? I can't hit for shit. I didn't train for strength or anything, you know? Besides, it gets in the way more than anything. I just feel trapped."

"You want to slim down. Trade some of that mass for power instead," Davin said, giving voice to Jeff's feelings. He seemed to soften at that, before sighing.

"You really get me. My 'bros' would just laugh at me if I tried to do anything but lift at the gym and try to pick up chicks or whatever. But I'm also tired of being an awful person to people who don't deserve it. I just... what do I do? Can you help me somehow?"

"I can. I only have one more question, then we can try something," Davin said, preparing a glass already. "Human, or fur?"

"You can do that even? Um... fur I guess. What the hell," Jeff said, though the look on his face betrayed more than just plain curiosity. "Don't make me a gym rat or something like that, though. No bunnies either."

"Well there go my only two ideas," joked Davin, giving him a wink. "I think I have something you might like though."

"Surprise me, then," Jeff said, readjusting his backwards hat.

"You might still be a bit big as an anthro, but at least it'll be power and not mass," Davin said, pouring in one more ingredient before using a stir stick. Placing it aside to be cleaned later, he slid the drink in front of Jeff as a group of people walked up to them. "Friends of yours?"

"Ah fuck," Jeff muttered, trying to shrink in his seat after glancing at them. "They'll never let me live this down... I..."

"I had to fucking see it to believe it!" a rowdy individual said, causing Jeff to flinch. Davin snorted as three guys walked up and surrounded Jeff. Despite being bigger than all three of them, he was clearly not the one they looked up to. Especially not now that they'd come into this bar looking for him; their desire sickened Davin as it rippled from them. They wanted to humiliate him and put him 'in his place'. He knew that feeling all too well from people like this. Instead of doing exactly what he would have liked to do, he simply cleared his throat and flashed a smile.

"Can I get you boys anything to dr-"

"Is this your boyfriend, Jeff? I always knew you were into guys, but apparently we have to add furs to the list!" another of the group mocked, and Jeff's jaw clenched in anger. "I bet that small fry that ogles us at the gym brought you here, huh? We should kick his ass and-"

Jeff simply looked up into Davin's eyes as the mockery continued, pleading with him to do something... anything. Davin simply smiled, before nodding down to the forgotten drink. As if getting the message, Jeff quickly brought the glass to his lips and chugged as quickly as he could.

"What the fuck, bro?! Are you ignoring us?"

"He probably thinks he's better than us!"

"I bet he-"

"Fuck off!" Jeff said, finishing the last drop. Fur was already sprouting from his body as he rose from his seat. Growing in height, his muscles looked less and less like someone who worked only for mass and began to take on the appearance of someone who worked out for power. A small muscle gut formed as his shirt began ripping off, though his pants were soon to follow as a powerful tail began growing from his spine. Hopping up and down on the balls of his feet, Jeff was suddenly filled with new energy as he punched the palm of his hand in a threatening manner.

"What... the hell?"

"I'm the one who's talking, Andy! So shut the fuck up and listen for once!" Jeff said, his hair changing to a slightly darker shade but otherwise matching the dust-colored fur. A beard sprouted from his chin as he crossed his arms, and as the rest of his pants fell off they revealed a set of track pants that did their best to hide his jock-strapped bulge as he leaned backward. Resting on his new tail out of instinct, he flexed one of his arms as the muscles grew only a little bit more as his face grew outward into that of a kangaroo's. The three could only watch as markings and tattoos matching someone who lived for fighting appeared all across his body.

"What'd they do to you, Jeff?" Andy asked, clearly afraid now.

"I had a talk with Davin here, and he made me realize a few things. First, fuck you guys. You're not my friends, not really. You only kept me around because you could get me to do whatever you wanted. That stops now."

"The fu-"

"Another thing!" he yelled, his voice deeper than it was already. "I'm gay as fuck, and always have been. I can't take back the shit I said while trying to 'fit in' with you assholes, but I'm not doing it anymore. I made an effort not to be closeted with my family and friends, yet when it came to you I always was afraid. I'm not afraid anymore."

"God damn right you're not," Davin encouraged, and quite a few people gathered around began yelling similar sentiments while booing the three antagonizing him. "Show them what you really are deep down, Jeff."

"What's going on?" someone said, though Jeff seemed to recognize the voice before looking at him. "Oh! Nice! Got to try out one of those drinks, Jeff? Awesome!"

"I knew it! It's that bastard who stares at us when he thinks we're not looking!" Andy shouted, changing targets. "You got our bro all fucked in the head! Fuck you!"

Rushing in to take a swing, Andy grunted as both of Jeff's legs connected with his torso and sent him flying into a nearby table. Davin winced at that; those legs were powerful, especially since they belonged to a kangaroo anthro. They were bent a bit like a normal kangaroo's too, though a bit modified to allow for comfortable walking. Also, the fact he was wearing shoes probably hurt more too.

"Don't you dare touch him!" yelled Jeff, cracking his knuckles as murder flashed across his eyes. As the remaining two nervously squared up against the kangaroo, a loud roar caused all of them to flinch.

"Break it up! I said break it up!" shouted Mark, coming between them all. He was on floor duty tonight, and as they all looked around they realized the show had been interrupted because of their spat. "I don't care who started it, but I'm ending it! No fighting in the bar or I'll kick all of you out!"

"Mark, could you do me a favor?" Davin asked, and Mark waited as he tilted his head at him. "Could you give Jeff here a pass? He was merely defending his friend and himself. Though... do throw out the three troublemakers. As far as I'm concerned, they're blacklisted from now on."

"You got it, boss," Mark said, smiling widely. Roughly picking up Andy from the floor, he beckoned for them to follow him - or else, his eyes said. A couple of other security staff showed up to make sure it all went smoothly before Jeff finally stood back on his feet and looked toward his friend.

"Are you okay, Dean?" he asked, concern on his face.

"Yeah, the bastard didn't get close to me thanks to those powerful legs you've got... wow. I didn't think you'd go kangaroo. Looks good on you, though. Nice tail!"

"Oh yeah. It's pretty cool, isn't it?" Jeff asked, realizing he'd been sitting on it again. "You don't mind me looking like this, then?"

"Do you wanna look like that?" Dean asked, and Jeff nodded as he scratched the back of his head. "Then go for it. You don't need my approval you know! You're Jeff no matter what you look like to me. Unless you wanna use a different name, I guess... then you're that."

"Well shit, that's good then," Jeff said. It was clear he wasn't expecting such acceptance, even if it was from his friend. "What's your price then, Davin? That's how this works, yeah?"

"Hm... you're really willing to make this permanent? It hasn't even been ten minutes yet," Davin said, once the crowd had cleared a bit. He'd put a veil around them to give them some privacy and allow the show to get going again.

"Honestly? With how I was as a human, I want a fresh start. Besides, I can finally move around without feeling like I'm in a weird fleshy prison. I'm actually... pretty flexible, really," Jeff said, surprised at some of his movements himself. "I mean sure, I'm a lot taller now, but... I want this, bro. More than anything I've ever wanted before."

"That settles that, then. What about you Dean? Willing to make a change yourself? I can do a two-for-one special..."

"Nope! I like how I am now," Dean said, giggling a bit. He was definitely not that small, though he was fairly slim as far as builds went. "Thanks anyways."

"Thought I'd ask while I had the ingredients out," Davin shrugged, before turning back to Jeff. "Well, as for you, the first part of my price is obviously your 'humanity'. The energy of your latent human form, that is. You won't need it if you're making this permanent."

"I know, the boards I looked into sorta outlined that might be something you asked for. It's not my soul, just... well, yeah. I can feel it inside with me, what you mean. That's what you want huh? Okay, you can have it then."

"I'd normally think up some second part of this 'price' but honestly? Just enjoy the rest of the show with your friend there and I'll consider it paid in full. You already gave me everything I actually wanted when you sent Andy there flying."

"Ah, yeah. Sorry about that asshole," Jeff said, though he was clearly proud of himself. "Alright, let's do it then. If that's your price, that's your price man."

Handing him a glass flask with the usual liquid in it, Davin watched as he opened it up and winked at Dean before downing the contents. As usual, his humanity came pouring out through his mouth and nose in a vapor form before settling into the bottle and closing itself in. Handing it back to him, Davin placed it behind the counter for later.

"Hey, Dean..." Jeff said, turning to the smaller human. "I never really had the nerve before, but... you wanna go out with me?"

"I thought we were already sorta unofficially dating, honestly," Dean said, blushing a bit. "I mean, how many hints do I have to drop really? Bringing you to places like this?"

"So that's a yes?"

"Yes, dummy," Dean said, hugging him. "Thought you'd never ask. Come on, we gotta go enjoy the show now. Remember?"

"Oh, right!" Jeff laughed, before looking back to Davin. "Thanks, Davin. For everything."

"It's what I do," Davin modestly replied, going to clean the glass left on the counter. "Have fun, you two."

As they left to go enjoy the show as a couple, Davin felt a hand on his shoulder give him a comforting squeeze. Turning to look over at Liam, he smiled before picking up the flask.

"Want your due, boss?" Davin said, before Liam shook his head.

"No, this one's yours. Besides, it feels like you've spent a bit of energy tonight."

"Oh, that," Davin said, rolling his eyes. "Uther saved my ass. But I'll spare you the details because you 'don't want to know' remember?"

"I still don't. But good to hear he's capable, at least," Liam said, pushing the flask back into Davin's hands before he began walking away. "Drink up when it's ready. You've got a long shift ahead of you and you still need to make up for that lost hour. I'll be in my office if you need me for anything that isn't apple, tree, or monkey related."

"So he did know," Davin chuckled, as soon as Liam was out of earshot. Oh well. He was done with fruit trees for a long, long time. Especially ones of the monkey variety.

*******

"You got one to grow?" Seth asked, looking past Orias out into the garden area. He could see a small tree growing out under the red sun of this world. They'd been trying to get the seeds to grow all week but no matter where they planted or how much Orias tweaked the garden's soil, they just wouldn't sprout. At least they'd stayed intact upon digging them back up, pulsing with the magic of his formerly mortal self. It was like they were waiting for something.

"Sort of," Orias said, smirking. "I figured out what we were doing wrong, but promise me you won't freak out?"

"Why would I...?" Seth began asking, before he realized he could sense his energy being very faintly replenished from the tree itself. "Oh... that's a mortal, isn't it?"

"He was willing, and had nowhere else he wanted to be but here," Orias sighed, massaging Seth's shoulders from behind. "Happens to be into bondage, immobility, statue play... the works. I offered the chance to become a tree and he took it. Can't you sense how much he enjoys it already?"

"A bit, yeah," Seth said, though he was still a bit concerned. "What if the Virtues..."

"Even IF they took issue with this, those seeds are a product of when you were a mortal, tree or not," Orias said, reassuring him. "But just to be safe, I made absolutely sure it was what he wanted. Offered him several outs. He refused every time and insisted on staying so that, and I quote, 'you can feed from me all you want, sir'. We had a lot of fun while you were at work; he's a kinky one, though with how much he'd prefer pleasure over work I figured it best to pick him up before Stellan ran into him. Or Gluttony, for that matter."

"What about Liam?" asked Seth, cautious. He was turned on of course, watching the tree slowly growing. It was much slower though, as if something was drawing out the process; considering how he'd been as a tree, Seth realized it was probably for the best to keep it under some sort of control.

"Lust? He has enough mortals in his realm. He also doesn't get dibs on mortals just because he's our elder. There are more pocket realms than you can count on two hands, you know? Though nothing would stop him from 'asking' for one from me, it's true."

"He's not really that greedy, though. That's what you're going to say," Seth said, causing Orias to chuckle before kissing his neck.

"Exactly. Any other concerns, or would you like to see how he's doing?"

"Hey, I just wanted to be sure. I've only been a daemon for a week; last thing I want is to get in trouble just because someone ate something I made once. But why did it matter if I was mortal or not?"

"They don't regulate mortals like they do us," Orias explained, before leading Seth by the hand outside. "With us, the rules are there mostly so we don't start consuming souls, raising mindless armies and razing the world. Earth is supposed to be a neutral ground for all of us, seeing as how it's one of the few realms that are so... plentiful. It took us a few millennia but we realized we should take a less direct approach to mortal politics and wars and such. It's far less messy that way. Though we did have to interfere with that pandemic when some mortal somehow learned a true name and began using a daemon to... well, make mortals more fuzzy. A magical pandemic that no one but us could end."

"And then everyone found out about daemons. Right," Seth finished, before looking at the tree. Yeah, it was definitely a mortal. He could see their sleepy face smiling as their cock twitched and grew. Yet he felt no urge to do anything despite the purple sap already leaking from him. Placing a hand under his chin, he moved the fox's quickly changing head up to look at him directly. "You don't have to speak, tree. I'm just making sure you're growing properly and enjoying your new existence."

"I am..." they said, their eyes only half-open as they gazed up at him in admiration. "Thank you, Master."

"Master?" Seth said, completely surprised. "Did you...?

"No, I didn't tell him to do that at all," Orias said, clearly just as surprised. "Yet... in a weird way, I suppose you are his 'father' or 'master'."

"...Yeah, now that I focus... I feel a strange connection to him beyond what I can feel as a daemon," Seth said, smiling. "I hope you don't mind him calling me that, though. This is your realm."

"It's our realm, as far as I'm concerned," Orias said, his fangs biting him gently and injecting his venom. Seth shivered in delight as he licked his wounds closed and whispered in his ear. "I said before I wanted us to be equals. Won't you join me?"

"I prefer you being in charge, but yes," Seth gasped, Orias' hands massaging his chest as his arms wrapped around him. "Whatever you need me to be, babe."

"Normally I'd take advantage of a statement like that, but with you I simply want you to be my partner," Orias said, his voice echoing throughout his head. "To share in my power, and my realm here too. I didn't spend so much time awakening your dominant side only to have you serve at my feet, after all. You had potential, and I brought it forth. Unless you want to go back to how you were before we met?"

"Fuck no," growled Seth, cementing his dominance even as the words helped him focus. "I was weak. I won't go back to that... and I don't want to be alone."

"You won't be alone with me, beautiful," Orias whispered, groping his bulge with one hand. "We'll fill this realm with mortals eager to serve and empower us. Won't we?"

"Yeah..." Seth said, smiling at the idea even as his gaze was vacant. It wasn't that he was mindless, but that he trusted Orias completely and loved being entranced by him. They desired each other, so it didn't need to be any more complicated than this. After all, he could just walk out any time he wanted with no strings attached. But he had been given so much already, and he didn't want to leave this all behind. He wanted to be this way; Orias was simply helping him to achieve his goal.

"I hope this tree grows big and strong. I used every seed we had on him; one didn't seem enough, but before I knew it he'd grabbed them all and swallowed them up like his life depended on it."

"It'll be fine," Seth said, knowing a part of his former magic and power flowed through the tree now. "It will produce fruit, and then we'll have more than enough for an entire grove. You might wanna protect yourself from it though."

"I already have," Orias said, his hypnotic eyes glowing orange. "I remember what you told me about them. This one will be a part of this realm now, and will not affect me as its master. Though it seems to regard you in that way naturally. Saves us some energy aligning you to it as well, at least."

"Tree," Seth said, not knowing the name of the individual that was growing inch by inch before their eyes. "I want you to produce fruit and seeds much like the ones you were grown from, so that all your kind will serve both myself and Orias."

"Yes... Master. Ook," the tree monkey said. Seth focused a small part of his power to bring forth the tree's latent magical abilities even more, and soon enough the growth accelerated and began pulsing with both magic and lustful energy. Soon it would always be horny, dreaming of nothing but sexual fantasies in an endless feedback loop. He knew because he had once been the same way, even though several of the things he developed had never been intended.

"This one's a bit different, though," Seth said, observing the tree's growth. His mind was lightly tranced but there was no fog, only pure focus and pleasure. "Red leaves. Beautiful."

"Some orange, as well," Orias said, pointing it out to Seth. "The bark will probably be a darker brown, though. I don't want every single thing in this realm to be purely my colors. A little variety breaks the scenery up a bit, especially for a garden or a grove."

"Could get some statues or topiaries," Seth suggested, his head swimming with ideas. "Maybe a water fountain like you suggested. But with actual water, by the way."

"Oh I might lace it with something lust-inducing or hypnotic, but I'm not into whatever you're implying otherwise," Orias scoffed, kissing Seth on the shoulder. "I have hard limits too, you know."

"Hey, just letting you know mine too," Seth said, turning to face Orias and embracing him. "Communication's important, right?"

"Sure is... but come with me. I've been wanting to ask you something," Orias said, walking toward a nearby bench. When had that been there? Either way, Seth followed and sat down with Orias as they watched the tree keep growing. At the rate it was now going, Seth reasoned it would take the better part of a day or two to reach full maturity. Better than an uncontrolled growth rate, at the very least.

"What's up?" Seth asked, nuzzling against Orias' chest as he was pulled close.

"I was wondering if you wanted to be able to do what I do," Orias said, pulling his face up to meet his gaze. "Though to a lesser degree, due to your form."

"What, like what you do with those wonderful eyes of yours?" Seth said, grinning like an idiot as he willfully fell into them. "Yeah. I'd like to do that too."

"And the venomous fangs?" Orias asked, prompting Seth to nod once more. "Then hold still, and try to enjoy yourself. This will be more intense than usual..."

Seth didn't bother to respond other than to allow his head to be tilted to the side. While Orias was quick to sink his fangs in once again, he was gentler than before as he held them there and allowed more venom to invade Seth's body. It felt different than before, more charged somehow, but Seth didn't pay much attention as he felt some sort of pressure building behind his eyes. It felt good in a way, even if the sensation was strange to him. He wasn't sure when the venom stopped pumping into him, but soon he was kissing Orias deeply as his tongue constantly scraped against his teeth. He felt pressure building up inside his mouth somewhere as his top two fangs grew a bit longer and thicker, mimicking the cobra's in shape as they poked out of his mouth a bit. They weren't so big he'd need to retract them, but he somehow knew he could fill them with venom at will now.

"My venom is constantly replenishing itself, but yours will be slower because you're not a full naga like me," Orias said, after a break in the kiss. "You shouldn't need it often enough for that to matter, but to compensate I've made it more potent than mine. Do you understand?"

"Yessss," Seth said, a slight hiss in his voice due to how relaxed he was. He was a bit giddy in how he was feeling, the enlarged fangs making him feel a bit like a cobra himself. Though to a passive observer, they would only think he just had larger wolf teeth that poked out of his mouth despite how much larger they already felt to Seth.

"A wolf after my own heart," Orias chuckled, laying the wolf's head down on his lap. A breeze picked up, rustling what leaves had formed on the tree as Seth closed his eyes. They ached so much, and his teeth were still a bit sore after their adjustment.

"Feelsss nice," he said, smiling as Orias pet him slowly. His wolfish tongue lolled out, though there was now a forked tip.

"I didn't do that to your tongue, but it's a nice touch," Orias complimented, scratching him behind one ear. "Sure you don't want to go full naga? Silly wolf."

"Shut up and pet me," Seth said, laughing. "But maybe one day I can try it out. Jussst for a while."

"Once you have enough energy, perhaps," Orias chuckled. "The energy I gave for those changes should suffice for now."

"Yes yes, it'sss easier to maintain than to create," Seth said, rolling his eyes under his eyelids. "I know, babe. But thanksss."

"Here I thought you loved listening to my voice," Orias said, his voice a mock pout as he played with Seth's chin hair. "Hanging on my every word as I twist that little wolf brain of yours around my fingers. You love it."

"I do love it," Seth said, knowing it was true. "But I don't wanna think too much right now, you know? I got all eternity for that. Think I've earned a break."

"Well, I could turn you into a butler. Or a drone. Or a drone butler? Well while I'm doing all the thinking, why don't you go deep, blank and empty for me?"

"Yesss..." Seth said, smiling wider as he felt his mind emptying. This wasn't his first time, and he'd been conditioned very well to respond this way. He was only vaguely aware of Orias speaking to him, though most of what he said seemed to resonate as his own thoughts. He was a big, bad wolf. He was a dominant male who enjoyed controlling others. He was the perfect lover for Orias. When he had been mortal he had always felt these suggestions were mere choices, even though he had been out of his mind with pleasure. But now that he was a daemon they were more commands to him, and he wouldn't have it any other way. It was always hot not knowing for sure if his choices were truly his own at times, though he trusted the cobra enough not to question it. Besides, if he was going to end up serving a daemon anyway then he wouldn't have had it be anyone except his own boyfriend. This was just a bonus.

"Awaken," he heard, shaking his head as he obeyed instantly. Blinking a few times, he was momentarily disoriented as he saw himself in the mirror in front of him. He was wearing boots as usual, though his pants were replaced with leather chaps, exposing his ass and groin as his bulge throbbed and twitched in his thong. Instead of his jacket, he was wearing a harness of some kind over his chest, and as he reached up to adjust the leather cap on top of his head he couldn't help but flash a cocky grin at himself. He could tell instantly his two altered fangs were definitely more snake-like, though not super obvious to anyone who didn't already know even as they poked out from his muzzle.

"It'll return to normal outside this realm, but while you're here I figured you should have some more appropriate attire," Orias explained, looking at him in the mirror as he wrapped his arms around his waist. "Do you like it?"

"Yeah babe, I love it," Seth said in a sultry voice, not even realizing he was doing it. "This feels amazing. Hell, I look amazing... but do you know what it's really missing?"

"Why don't you tell me, beautiful," Orias said, lewdly dragging his tongue across his neck.

"A horny bastard on his knees, worshiping me and servicing my cock... hell, maybe two or three," Seth growled, his purple eyes glowing just like Orias'. He didn't feel tranced by his own power, though he did notice Orias swaying slightly before the cobra caught himself. "We should go get us a couple mortals to play with. I'm hungry..."

"Let's go get a bite to eat, then," Orias said, licking his fangs as they walked side by side, arms around their waists. Even if they didn't find someone right away, they could enjoy each other until an opportunity presented itself. They had all the time and patience in the world.