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Davin served yet another 'Christmas Special' drink, both a reminder of the season as well as a nod to the many one-off movies and shows that would play on television around this time of year. It was also special because it was a transformative, and one Davin was proud of. Whoever drank one would either become a reindeer anthro with manageable antlers so as not to bump into people when walking around, a 'Santafied' version of their current selves including belly and beard, or Krampus minus the switch and basket. It was all cosmetic, naturally, and as all transformatives would wear off either by the end of the night or when the patron decided to leave the bar. The hallway between the bar and the outside world was laced with wards for just such a purpose.

It had been hours since Dylann had dropped him off. Before he left they had both gone up to the office to see Liam, who had been waiting to finalize what would happen to the bar. He had laid it out, plain and simple, using one of his own contracts; Liam would retain the title of Lust and ownership of the bar, since the place was tied directly to his power, and Davin would be his partner on the business side. After some arguing and negotiating, as well as a sign of goodwill on Dylann's part, Liam had added Dylann on a probationary basis. If he could help the bar turn a profit and also help Davin with ways to improve the bar, he would then be happy to consider him a business partner on the same level as Davin. Then after a drink to celebrate, they had parted ways and Davin had helped his new boss to set up for the event for the night. It didn't take the daemons too long using the powers, and as the staff had braced they had opened the doors to usher in the patrons that had started to line up outside the door.

"You make a good Krampus, boss," Mark said, taking his break inside while Rick, now Zale, took his shift outside. Due to suggestions from Mark, they had created a proper booth to stand inside when not at the door and sorting people in and out of line. "Not sure if he existed or not, but hey. Not everything legend has to be real, right?"

"Enjoying your first night back on the job, then?" Davin said, winking at Mark. He had changed his form as a way to make a life-like costume, though with all his charm intact. He supposed if the drinks had a chance to make the patrons a Krampus, he was the sexier version of that. Though from some of the couples he'd seen hooking up, he supposed they were into that.

"I should ask you that. But why no elves?"

"For one, you know what happened last year when we tried to do something like that," Davin said, shuddering. "And two, Liam wanted one drink, not two. If you try to mix your jolly fat man with your happy little toy-makers, well... things get weird. I have no idea why."

"So no wave of the hand, magical fairy godfather bullshit, hm?" Mark asked, causing Davin to blush a bit as he remembered their time with Dylann in his realm. He still got hard, thinking about submitting to Temperance, being forced into a sort of chastity... but he wasn't about to repeat that mistake.

"Rules are different here," Davin said, not offering Mark any explanation. It was just fine with the lion fur, scratching his crimson mane lazily as he scanned the crowd instead. "...I can't stop thinking about when you tied me up, though."

"...Really?" Mark asked, smiling as his eyes fell on someone heading right toward them. "Guess you're not the only one, then."

"Hey, you came!" Davin laughed, genuinely happy that Dylann had shown up after all. "What can I get you? Water or soda? Your usual?"

"...Well," Dylann said, blushing as he ran a hand through his wild blue hair. He was even cuter in his slacks and tank top; the man had tried at least, but he was still very much in the lawyer mindset when it came to his fashion choices. "I said it earlier, but I've just been working too hard, lately. Do you have anything you'd recommend to get me out of my own head space? Make me less... me, I guess? I've never really ordered one of these, you know."

"I'll have to use the daemon liquor, but yeah. I think I have something in mind," Davin said. He wasn't able to scan his desires like he could with a mortal, sensing the form inside that desperately wanted to come out... at least, that's how he would have described it, given his success rate. But he didn't need to; he already knew what Temperance was like. As he finished the drink and handed it to Dylann, he simply sat back and watched.

"What?" Dylann said. "Is this going to fuck me up or something? I know that look..."

"It will most definitely give you what you asked for," Davin said, winking.

"...Good," Dylann said, taking the glass and chugging the drink. The effects began to pulse through his body, and as he slammed the drink down he couldn't help but belch. "Woah... I feel really weird. Yoooo...."

"Just relax and let it happen," Davin encouraged. "It's a bit intense for a first-timer, even for an elder daemon. Liquid magic, you know. But I promise you'll feel really good."

"...Damn, I do feel good," Dylan said, his jaw squaring up even more as his beard grew courser. It wasn't growing in length, but it was quickly starting to look like someone who shaved but didn't trim his beard for a professional job. Stubble grew around his mouth and crawled up his cheeks from his jaw, giving him a rugged look as his eyes grew even more intense. While his tank top had been loose before, it began to fill in with muscle mass like when he'd been merged with Zale, except that it ballooned his pecs even more as his arms exploded with power. His waist became more defined, and anyone who hoped he didn't skip leg day were not disappointed once the muscle rippled down his legs, ripping his slacks as the transformation didn't stop there. Tearing off the scraps, he revealed a pair of leather shorts that defined his thighs and ass very well, even as his tank top began shortening into a crop top. While it had been blue before, it changed pink as the words Dumb Jock formed, one word for each pectoral on his chest. As if true to the advertisement, Davin watched as the intelligence drained away from Dylann's eyes, the intense stare turning more into a horny one as they looked Davin up and down.

"...Bro, you're hot," Dylann said, smiling as he sat back down. "What were we talking about, again? I was ordering a drink, wasn't I?"

"You just had one, but if you're not feeling tipsy yet I can get you another one," Davin said, smiling at his friend. "I have to say, you look very sexy tonight. You do know it's a Christmas event, right? We have a special menu of drinks that are half-off until midnight, if you want a look."

"Fuck no, I'll just have the usual man," Dylann said, stretching his arms up over his head. As if on cue, his pecs popped right out, though if he'd noticed he certainly didn't care.

"Coming right up," Davin said, watching as several bar patrons started staring at the now hulking beast. Since Davin had mixed the drink, he knew exactly what the man was craving as he made a simple rum and cola. While he bore him no grudges, he was certainly having his fun with him. The irony wasn't lost on Mark either, as he stifled a laugh or two before taking a genuine interest in him. "Here you go, man."

"Thanks, bro," Dylann said, taking a big gulp of his drink before almost slamming it down. "Ah, sorry. My bad."

"Just don't break the glasses and we'll be fine," Davin chuckled, waving off the apology. "You sure you want to stay human, though?"

"Uhh... I think I made a promise or something. Don't you remember, bro?"

"Oh right, you have to stay human for a month. Still, I have to ask. It's my job."

"Speaking of jobs," Mark said, sitting right next to Dylann as he leaned in closer. "Did you manage to seal the deal with Liam? About the bar, I mean."

"We did," Davin said, answering for Dylann. "You might want to go easy on him, Mark. Hard questions like that just aren't any fun for him anymore."

"I dunno what that means exactly, but I'm here to have fun," Dylann said, a big dumb grin spreading across his face. "Damn, you're hot though. What's your name?"

"Wow, I like this," Mark said, tracing a clawed hand finger up his arm. "I'm Mark. Like what you see, Dylann?"

"Who's Dylann? My name's Billy," the jock said, causing Davin to shake with mirth as he bit his lip. "What? It is!"

"Well then, 'Billy'..." Mark said, cocking an eyebrow at him. "Are you as big downstairs as you are everywhere else? Or is all that muscle just for show...?"

"Wanna find out, bro?" Billy said, bouncing his pecs up and down.

"You can go ahead if you want," Davin said. "In case you're wondering, Mark, all that interest in your... assets... is strictly from him. I only gave him the means to let loose for a while and meet new people. Even the ones he's met before. You know how these sorts of drinks go."

"...Fuck, give me what he's having then. I want to be this stupid drunk," Mark said, taking the high five that was offered him by Billy. As Davin made another, he slid it down the bar into Mark's waiting hand and watched as the lion chugged it just like Dylann had before. As his shirt exploded and his pants turned into a pair of sweatpants with sneakers, a backwards hat formed on top of his head as a silver chain rested on his quickly growing chest. "...Bro... you got some nice nips..."

"You're a fucking sexy lion bro, bro," Billy said, clearly getting into it. "Nice arms."

"Yeah, I try," bragged Mark, fake memories of countless hours in the gym filling his mind. Granted, he'd already worked out a lot before, but now he was even larger than Billy as muscle replaced brainpower. "What's your name, bro?"

"It's Billy. Didn't I already tell you that?"

"I guess I forgot," Mark said, confused for a minute. "...Wanna fuck?"

"If you're going to do that, go in one of the rooms in the back," Davin said, signaling to one of his staff that he had yet another horny couple ready. As the two dumb jocks were lead away, already starting to make out here and there, Davin chuckled. He really hoped they had fun. Liam had hired several new bouncers, so Davin was happy to give Mark the rest of the night off. He deserved it.

"Well, well, someone's getting their sweet revenge," a powerful voice said. "Having fun with Temperance, are you?"

"Hey, Lucian. What can I get you?"

"...Just like that, hm? First time I'm in your bar and that's what you say? That's service," Lucian said, flashing a white smile at him. His teeth were like any humans, save for his canines being just a bit too long. His natural red hair was slicked and tied back into a ponytail, the length of which reached the middle of his back. His beard looked trimmed but framed his jaw in a way that reminded Davin of the eastern style of dragon, and thin beard lines framed his mouth as if to form two large fangs, one on each side. Despite the eye color his anthro form usually had, his eyes were a stunning hazel instead.

"...And?" Davin prompted, before Lucian crossed his arms.

"...I wonder, do you have anything to make me more, well..."

"Desirable?" Davin joked, though when he saw he was serious he simply smiled. "I think I know what you mean, honestly. You're very handsome but you want something to make you even sexier, just like you deserve."

"Yes, that's it," Lucian said, nodding. "I didn't wear any of my usual clothes, so I don't mind if they get ripped off like so many patrons here tonight."

If Davin thought an explanation of how everyone's forms and clothing were restored upon leaving the bar would have helped, he would have already told him. Instead, he began mixing a new drink, having to dig deep into the daemon liquor cabinet to find what he was looking for. When he had buried himself up to his shoulder in what should have been a shallow cabinet, Lucian found his head tilting on its own as he watched with interest.

"Ah! Found it," Davin said, pulling his arm back out and closing the door. Placing the bright red bottle on to the counter, he prepared the rest of the drink while he let Lucian read the container's text.

"...How did you get this?" Lucian asked, narrowing his eyes at Davin. "It's not supposed to be outside my realm."

"How do you think? Mammon," Davin said, causing Lucian to scowl. "I bet one of your own sold that to him, but it'll work perfect for what I have in mind for you. Assuming you don't drink this stuff all the time, anyway?"

"I use it to convert new minions who have pledged themselves entirely to me, as they all should," Lucian said, shaking his head. "It's not something I need to drink, but if you think it'll help then you have my permission to use it. This is your area of expertise, after all."

"Praise from Pride! Holy shit, it's a Christmas miracle!" Davin teased, causing Lucian to blush a bit. It only made him look hotter somehow, though.

"You know I'm not all about arrogance. I appreciate those who strive to master any craft they take great pride in," Lucian said, watching as Davin picked up the bottle. Careful not to get any on himself, he slowly tilted it until just a few drops spilled into the glass. Vapor resembling smoke rose from the liquid as it turned bright red, though if one stared long enough they could see glimmers of blue and purple occasionally. It was hot to the touch, even on the glass, but it wasn't meant for normal people anyway.

"I know, Lucian. I really am flattered, though," Davin said, carefully placing the drink in front of him before backing away in a mock bow. "Your drink, milord."

"What's it do? Besides what I know about that special ingredient, I mean."

"Do you want me to explain it to you and ruin the fun, or do you want to just drink it and get what you asked me for?"

"If I end up a slavering buffoon like those two, I will tan your hide once it wears off," threatened Lucian, bringing it up to his lips. Any flesh it touched immediately began to form scales as he expected it to, but the taste caused an involuntary moan to escape his throat. Despite that, he found he couldn't stop drinking it until the last drop was down his throat, slamming the glass on the counter and breaking it. "...Fuck. I'll pay for the damage."

"Don't worry about it. That display of raw drinking power was enough payment for me," Davin said, waving his hand as the glass reformed. Normally he would have just swept it up like normal and reformed it later out of sight, but he was dealing with Pride here... and besides, he wanted him to have fun like anyone else. The scales had already covered most his body, his horns sprouting from his head in their usual fashion: two horns from the sides of his forehead curling up and back, and two more below forming from the sides of his head and curling forward to either side of his face. His ears had already migrated to the top of his head and either side of his top horns, and his eyes turned completely black before a red glowing iris formed, more draconian than human.

"I don't feel any different, so far," he said, carefully folding his wings back as they grew outward. Kicking aside all his torn clothes, he cracked his neck as he enjoyed the sensations anyway. "I know I said more 'me' but..."

"Give it a second," Davin said, leaning on the counter as he watched, looking like a Christmas devil as he bit his lip. "It's not done yet. This is just the first wave."

"First wave of wh- oohhh fuck..." Lucian moaned, feeling his cock growing erect. While he didn't have a 'slit' or whatever like some dragon anthros, preferring to display his dragon cock to the world because he 'had nothing to hide', he rarely felt this turned on while doing so. His dragon whiskers dangled around his half-open mouth as he panted, closing his eyes as the throb from his cock seemed to begin taking over his entire body. No matter where he touched himself, it was as stimulating as the meat still growing between his legs; he was normally big, but as his muscles bulged and his chest swelled, he could feel the tip of it pressing up underneath his shelf of muscle. He didn't even need to touch it to know that it had grown thicker now, likely to split open anyone dumb or brave enough to try riding it unless they were very big themselves, but he knew all he wanted was for many men to worship his muscles and meat, just as he deserved. He wasn't even aware of his new set of gold nipple rings until he found one with his roaming hands, but instead of being angry or questioning it he simply gave it a small tug. If he had been feeling good before, this was absolutely heaven as his sensitive nipples sent an electric shock through his entire body. Some sort of fluffy texture gave him pause as a hand passed over his chest; looking down, he could see a trail of purple hair or fur leading from the middle of his chest and downward. While he couldn't see past his chest, he could feel with his hands that it went down to his new treasure trail. Curious where else it might be, he found more on top of his head forming a mane of some sort from the top of his head and back. He was pretty sure that it went down to the base of his neck or so, since he was able to feel the air making it move like it did with his human hair. It sort of reminded him of his ponytail, actually, though attached to his hide instead. He wasn't at all surprised when his red dragon whiskers were now hair as well, dangling well past his now fuzzy chin.

"Want to see?" Davin asked, holding up a small mirror he kept behind the bar just in case.

"...I'm different, but... you've somehow managed to accent my form quite nicely... but fuck, did you have to make me so horny?"

"The horns are the same, I assure you," Davin said, although he wondered if maybe he shouldn't have made them a different color now. "Though I couldn't help but give you a bit more size in every area. Especially where it counts. Should be good for anyone wanting to properly 'worship' you, yeah?"

"...Definitely. I need to be worshiped," Lucian said, feeling something tug at his mind as Davin said those words. "I deserve it."

"Yeah, definitely deserve anything and everything you could ever want. Within reason, of course."

"Of course," Lucian said, echoing the words but not realizing Davin was speaking to his subconscious. Lucian prided himself on not angering the Virtues any more than necessary, so he was likely not to do anything stupid. Still, the bar wouldn't allow him to do anything that couldn't be reversed. Not with his or Liam's consent, at least. They weren't in Dylann's realm this time.

"The special part of that hair, especially, is that it creates a pheromone that draws naturally submissive men to you. Like moths to a flame."

"Is that right?" Lucian said, though now that Davin mentioned it he could definitely smell some new scent flooding his mind. It made him feel more manly and powerful than before, knowing it was coming from himself especially. "Damn, I smell good."

"Yep. Especially for guys who love the dominant 'daddy' types. You know, I also bet leather would look very sexy on you."

"...You're fucking with my head," Lucian said, slightly aware of his suggestibility now as he felt everything Davin was saying was now true. Yet, some of it did resonate more deeply within him than he first realized, awakening some sort of feeling he didn't know he had.

"And you fucking love it, I bet," Davin said, smiling wickedly. "What, did you think I was going to let you get away without a bit of punishment too? I remember what you were saying to me during that contest. You should apologize."

"Sorry..." Lucian said, gritting his fangs as smoke rose from his nostrils.

"Sorry... what?"

"Sorry... sir," Lucian growled, feeling something click when he did. "...Mmm, I deeply apologize, sir... forgive me... ohhhh."

"You know, you're only going to be like that with me, though," Davin said, before tilting his head. "Or Liam, I suppose. He's my boss, after all. But to anyone else tonight, you are now Big Daddy Pride. Though the pride in this case stands for the pride flag, not the immense pride you feel about yourself and everything you have to offer."

"I need some fucking leather, maybe a mouth or three to worship this god cock of mine," Lucian said, his identity cemented for the night as he started to get into it.

"Well, if I wasn't busy I could help you with that last one, but don't let me stop you with the leather. Everyone will just think it's part of your drink."

Having permission to use his power temporarily, leather gear quickly began forming on Lucian. Studded bands formed on either of his biceps, and a few even formed in varying sizes along his tail. Even if it weren't for his wings, a shirt would have been much too small for his enormous ego; everyone needed to see his chest, his abs, his everything! If it wasn't making him look sexy, it wasn't needed. A leather harness formed over his chest, and several leather bindings appeared on his wings, making it so he couldn't unfurl them by accident. It somehow made it hotter to him, knowing he needed Davin or Liam's help to remove them. They weren't his master, of course; nothing about this was enslavement or even against his will, it seemed. While he'd been a bit angry at first, he realized he'd actually needed this. Though he would definitely get Davin back for this later, he just continued by giving himself leather chaps and boots, though the boots were contoured to his own clawed feet and able to be easily removed if he needed to, despite how tightly everything seemed to fit him. The smell of leather drove him wild, even as something resembling a leather thong did it's best to cover his impressive tool, though nothing was left to the imagination at all as it strained itself to the limit. Somehow, a belt formed around his waist as his cock jutted out due to the thong, and a ruby-studded belt buckle completed the look with the words Big Daddy on it. To complete everything, a leather hat with a rainbow flag in the center dropped onto his head from seemingly nowhere. To anyone else, it was just another transformative drink.

"How do you feel now?" Davin asked, the transformation having gone better than he expected.

"...Is this what a lust daemon feels all the time?" his sultry voice said, looking over at Davin with bedroom eyes. "I feel damn good. But I'm still going to punish you later."

"...Maybe after my shift," Davin said, his heart fluttering despite himself. He was going to make a joke about being threatened with a good time, but he couldn't stop thinking about him being tied up and 'punished' by the big dragon male. "God, you're hot."

"You've got a bit of sub in you, it seems," laughed Lucian turning away to go look for a new conquest. "Of course you are, though. I'll see you later tonight, so don't go anywhere."

"Have fun, Lucian," Davin said, taking a moment to collect himself. His head had been swimming with desire, but as Lucian walked away he felt it beginning to clear a bit. Well... he had sort of expected that, though he was a switch himself. He wondered how powerful it'd be for a true submissive. Clearing his workstation, he carefully put the special bottle back in the bottomless liquor cabinet before seeing to his other patrons.

"Holy shit, boss!" a panther said, having watched the whole thing. "Did you just..."

"That's my business, Jared. Don't worry though, staff are off-limits for him... unless they're off duty, I guess. But good work tonight so far. Keep it up."

"Y-you got it!" Jared said, smiling confidently as he mixed another drink for someone. The sleek cat was nice and buff, but not always the most dexterous. Yet he had to admit, he'd improved in just a few days. Maybe Davin really had been the problem, though now that he was starting to get in the groove of his job he was starting to get a lot more attention from everyone else, too. Moving back to his workstation after making his rounds, he felt a tap on his shoulder.

"...Davin, did you change Pride and Temperance into a couple of walking stereotypes?"

"Maybe," Davin said, a smile on his lips as he turned to face Liam. "They needed to be punished for being naughty boys this year. Besides, if Pride asks me to reverse it I will. He has yet to ask me..."

"You know he doesn't ask. But if he isn't commanding you to change him back then I guess it's fine..." Liam sighed, shaking his horned head. Despite being in his anthro state, however, he looked very slick in his casual business suit. It was one of his, Davin noticed, but modified to fit him better and let his tail out.

"I've been meaning to ask, Liam. What exactly are you? Besides the obvious, like those ram horns."

"Oh, that," Liam said, watching the crowd from behind the bar as he leaned against the counter behind him. "It's an extinct marsupial from earth. Though for a while they thought that they hadn't exterminated them all, but... I convinced someone to take them in. Now there's a whole realm filled with Tasmanian wolves and other species... kind of like a nature preserve, I guess."

"I think I know who you convinced, but let's not get so serious. Otherwise we'll be up all night talking about elder daemons and such. Well, besides the ones here, I guess."

"You gave Mark the night off, I noticed," Liam said. "Honestly, good call. He overworked himself all the time trying to 'pay you back'. But did you really have to turn him into a jock and hook him up with Dylann? Ah, who am I kidding. He probably asked for it. Say what you want about Temperance, but Mark seems to have had a sexual awakening because of him. And Mark was already a sexual being, so that's an accomplishment."

"From what I hear, he can go for hours... but only if he really wants to," Davin said, taking out a couple of shot glasses and pouring a dark liquid into one of them. "Want one?"

"What is it?" Liam asked, curious. "I haven't seen that one before."

"That's because I make it myself. Well, I did, when I was still your boss. You'd have to make it now, seeing as how it's specifically for powerful lust daemons."

"I'll try it then. But why are you drinking it?" Liam asked, carefully taking the shot glass from him. It didn't have a smell, so much as whatever scent it was triggered memories and ideas related to sex and desire. He wondered if it was different for everyone.

"Because I can. Anyone with less power than me might have trouble, though," Davin said, his head swimming as he savored the scent. "To you, sir."

"And to you, for preparing me for this role," Liam said. Clinking their shot glasses together, the daemons downed their shots. Placing their glasses down before they dropped them, they both struggled not to just jack off right then and there as a ripple of power and desire flowed through them.

"What is this? You never said," Liam prompted, once he'd composed himself. It was like he was drunk almost, but with his own libido instead of actual alcohol.

"Liquid Lust," Davin said, sighing as he stripped his shirt off. He'd been wearing some gaudy Santa coat, but now he couldn't be bothered. "It's hard to make, and if someone who can't handle it drinks it then, well... they wouldn't have a good time once it wore off, eventually. Assuming they were still here physically."

"So it's dangerous, then?"

"If you mean 'will we spawn a bunch of lust daemons if the humans get into it', no. Only daemons can see it, much less drink it. But if a daemon without enough power drinks it, they'll lose their form immediately. And if they're not a lust daemon before they drink it, there's a very good chance they will be after. Just depends on their personality."

"Yeah, I can feel it kicking in," Liam said, beginning to get it as he felt more powerful. "It's like I'm in our realm. I can feel all their desires. Their wants. Their needs. I feel like I'm about to pop and yet I'm fully in control of myself and my form."

"The name's very literal. It's a rush when I drink it still, but I don't need to use it anymore to get a good idea of what mortals want when it comes to the transformatives. Well, the ones who really need them like Mark and Zale. What's it taste like to you, by the way? Mine's mostly leather and musk, though there's a hint of sea salt now. I think it's sea salt, at least. Weird."

"I don't know what it tastes like, but I get the feeling like we're back in that contest we did, except instead of us being on the ice it's Pride and Temperance fighting for our amusement this time. What's that flavor? IS that a flavor?"

"Dominance, probably," Davin said. "Depends. Do you find the idea of them on their knees arousing? Especially if they worship your cock and go 'yes sir' while you show them who's truly boss?"

"...Oh my god, that's it," Liam said, clearly not expecting that. "I mean, I liked to top a lot but... wow. Did not realize that was in me."

"...I did," Davin said, whispering in his ear as he passed him by. "You should think about what else it tasted and smelled like. It'll clue you in on just who you are, Elder Lust. Though don't take more than one shot in a single week, or you really will go 'pop'."

"I'll keep that in mind," Liam said, clearly hot and bothered. "I'm going to go check on the other staff. Keep up the good work, but try not to transform any other elders if they show up. Okay?"

"I'm happy with what I've done already," Davin said, laughing as he readjusted his package. "You should tie me up sometime."

"...I definitely should," Liam said, clearly coming to another realization about himself. "As for the vague sea salt, it's obviously your submission kink but geared toward Temperance now."

"...Fuck, you're right," Davin said, shaking his head in amusement as Liam left him to his work. "...Huh. Whaddya know."

"You look lost in thought," a jolly voice said. "Realize something about yourself?"

"Oh, hey. Been a while since you showed up, Jelly Donut."

"You know you want a piece of me," the man laughed, patting his belly. He'd obviously had one of their Christmas Specials, looking even rounder than before if that were possible. "It's good to see you here again, Davin."

"Good to be here," Davin said, using his power to mask their presence from the patrons. He wanted some time to talk to him alone. "Can I get you another drink, Everett?"

"Something sweet, like always," Everett said. "I already had that special so maybe something less holiday themed? I'm craving a lot of sweets this week. I can't help it, it's the holidays."

"I got it for you here," Davin said, having already made a drink for him while he was lost in thought. As the big man sat down, he took a gulp from the big glass before licking his lips.

"Yeah, this hits the spot," Everett said, smiling. "I'd relax more but I'm digging this look right now. Would you like to sit on my lap, Davin?"

"That would be a strange sight. A small Krampus on a large Santa," Davin laughed, before he saw a cookie in Everett's hand. "You know you can't bring food into the bar."

"Liam said I could, so long as it was just these," Everett said, not biting into it. "Besides, this one's for you, if you want it."

"...Huh. I guess it's okay then. What's this one do?"

"Take a bite and find out," Everett said, a mysterious twinkle in his eye. That was more the drink than it was him though. Damn, they did a good job this year with that Santa bit. "I've handed quite a few of these out already."

"Ah, what the hell," Davin said, shrugging as he took the cookie. It was shaped like one of those holiday cookies, the cute frosting eyes looking up at him. "I was bound to gain some weight anyway."

Taking a huge bite, he found himself closing his eyes and savoring the flavor as he chewed, licking the frosting off his lips as he kept eating. It was more than just the sugar and the shortbread that he enjoyed about it, feeling almost compelled to finish the cookie but not wanting it to end. Before he realized it, he was licking his fingers clean.

"...Yep, there's the weight," Davin laughed, examining his small pot belly that had replaced his abs. "Those were tastier than usual, Everett. I kind of want another one."

"Here, have two," Everett said, pulling three more out of the box. Davin knew he had grabbed that many on purpose, but he found himself grabbing all three anyway before he could change his mind. "I really enjoy seeing you eat for me. You always get so into it."

"Well that's partly your fault, isn't it? Remember the last time I hung out in your realm? So many bellies... how do they even get around? Mmf..."

"You know I don't like immobile servants," Everett said. "That's more Sloth's thing, you know? I'd rather they be baking something or indulging themselves with their own cooking. Or you know, feeding me..."

"I really did enjoy feeding you, and being fed by you..." Davin said, already down to his last cookie. He'd been taking large bites between replies, the magic going straight to his ballooning gut. He just wanted more, though. He could feel his pot belly turning into a round ball gut, his ass ballooning as his red leather pants stretched to accommodate his form changing. It only felt good for him to grow that way, even as he brushed some crumbs off his softened pecs. There was still plenty of muscle there, but now they were layered in some fat.

"If you keep going like that I won't have cookies for anyone else," Everett said, snapping him out of his mild trance. "Though you definitely look better, now."

"Umm... urp," Davin said, realizing he was reaching out for yet another cookie. "How many did I eat again?"

"I wasn't counting, but it was more than you realize," Everett chuckled, patting his own belly as he ate one of his own cookies. While it did nothing to him, he still teased Davin as he kept the rest away from his outstretched hands. "As much as I'd love to keep fattening you up, you look really good as you are right now."

"I do feel a bit better," Davin admitted, though he knew that was just how Gluttony's magic worked. "You just adding a few pounds to some guys here and there, though?"

"Oh, one or two, here and there. Last thing I want right now is some mortal begging me to take him to my realm. It's Christmas, you know?" Gluttony said, though he looked like he wouldn't have minded either way as he adjusted his glasses. With his jet black hair and beard longer than usual, combined with the Santa costume he'd worn that night, he looked like some kind of devilish St. Nick. It was rather stunning, especially with his chocolate brown eyes being more mirthful looking than usual. "If this were one of my buffets, I'd be a bit more generous. But we're at Deviant Delights tonight, and besides, Liam would kill me if I went overboard. It's enough that all the guys I've fed are feeling good about indulging in some sweets... especially the ones who go to the gym regularly, if I judged them correctly. They'll have a bit of holiday weight to work off for New Year's. Nothing abnormal."

"I can see why Liam let you do that, then," Davin chuckled, feeling his belly press against the counter. "I guess we have enough skinny Krampus types in here anyway. Thanks, Everett."

"Hey, don't mention it! As long as you enjoyed yourself. You've always been my favorite of the elders, though I suppose you're not an elder anymore, hm? Still, if after the holidays you want to spend some time in my realm, I'm open to it."

"Normally I'd be down for that, but after recent events I'd rather not do anything like that for a while," Davin said, his cock twitching at the idea of being tied down and fed meal after meal for a while. "You know how it is."

"Oh, right. Temperance really got to you, didn't he?" Everett said, concern in his eyes. "First time I've seen you submit to a Virtue though. You must have been missing him."

"...Sort of. It's hard to explain," sighed Davin. "I should have reminded Dylann of his duties, yet nostalgia and my own nature as a lust daemon took over. You know how I am when it comes to submission, Jelly Donut."

"I think it's why we get along so well, but hey. You know I would have helped if I could have, right?"

"Oh don't worry about it. Maeryn and Mammon didn't do much either. I think they put money on me even... you know. Greed always gambles, and Maeryn hates being left out of anything. It's a good thing Lucian's more powerful than any of us. You think that's why he picked that name of his?"

"Oh, right. Remember when he was on that whole 'angel' kick for a while?" Everett laughed. "I'm kind of glad he's decided to change it up a little. The last couple millennia have been better for him, I think. Don't tell him I said that, though. He'd never admit he was feeling down about anything."

"Did you know he apparently owed me a favor, and that's why he helped me?" Davin asked, causing Everett to blink in surprise. "Even I didn't remember."

"You're joking of course. He never owes anyone anything. I guess that's he justifies it, hm? He must like you a lot."

"I think he's a little annoyed I didn't take back my title, but Liam has been doing a better job at that than me anyway. I am grateful, though. Said we were even, though I don't remember that because I was so sloshed I could barely stand at that point."

"Okay, he definitely likes you if he's not lording it over you as a favor you owe him, then," Everett said, a big smile on his face. "Though he's not going to do it a second time, you know. Not without making you one of his in return."

"Don't I know it," Davin chuckled, the veil around them dissipating. Davin smiled as some of the thinner patrons started eyeing him up, his new bearish physique intriguing them. "Anything else I can get you while you're still here, Jelly Donut?"

"Oh... I could keep going all night, but I think I'm going to go see about that skinny fellow over there," he said, his eyes on someone particularly scrawny looking. "He'd look pretty cute as a cub, hm?"

"Well... I can see his heart actually desires it. Perhaps he has a fast metabolism? Or maybe he thinks guys will only like a skinny twink? Either way, feel free to feed him more than a couple. Just so long as you know when to stop."

"Hey, I'm not looking to add to my realm any time soon. You know I don't do that during the holidays anyway. If I did then nobody would be around for New Year's Eve, hm? Besides, I want a few muscle gluttons when it's time to hit the gyms again."

"Oh, right, I forget you're not just about big bellies," Davin said. "Well, good luck. Maybe he'll be a good cuddler, hm?"

"I hope so. Though he needs a few more pounds on him before that'll happen," Everett laughed, rising from his creaking seat and slowly making his way towards his target. Davin watched as the young man kept his eyes on Everett, the look in them confirming Davin's suspicions. He saw them go to a nearby seat, but just as Everett put him on his lap and began feeding him some of his cookies he heard a throat clearing nearby.

"Was that Gluttony, boss?"

"Sure was," Davin said, turning to face Zale. He wasn't in a costume, but between his jeans and the staff shirt, the name tag reading 'Zale' over a crossed out 'Rick', he had to admit he didn't want him to be in one. "How's the new hire?"

"For someone so big and intimidating, I was expecting him to be more confident. But he's doing okay right now. Maybe a few more weeks and he'll get into the swing of things. I'll whip him into shape, yet."

"Still got some of that soldier mentality, do you?" Davin chuckled.

"...Is that so bad?" Zale asked, wondering himself. "But no, it was good to learn that discipline over the years. I doubt it'll ever fade away completely. Besides, it'll come in handy if someone more competent than a drunken brawler heads our way. Where's Mark, though?"

"I dumbed him down and jocked him up after he wanted what the other guy was having. You know how he is."

"Well, sounds like he could use the break anyway," Zale chuckled. "Oh... that reminds me. Did you see Dylann yet? He showed up."

"Yep. He ordered a transformative."

"What did you end up doing to him?" Zale asked, surprised. "I assume he asked for whatever you did to him."

"I dumbed him down and jocked him up. He was the other guy, after all," Davin chuckled. "I could have done something else for more payback, but I'm not that vengeful. He wanted to be less 'him' so I just went for an extreme."

"Wouldn't the rules prevent you from doing anything he didn't ask for though?" Zale asked, surprised when Davin shook his head. "Wait, really?"

"The rules only apply to you mortals. Daemons are fair game, but Pride and Prudentia probably wouldn't like it if we started going at each others' throats with this sort of back and forth power play."

"...Prudentia? Who's he?"

"She," Davin corrected. "And she is Prudence, technically, but she enjoys being called Prudentia instead. Adds a bit of flair, don't you think? Besides, it's not exactly without precedence. Anyway, I could go into details about her sphere of influence, what she does, etcetera et al... but suffice it to say she's the one in charge of all the other Virtues. The most powerful of the Unity."

"...So how is she different from Temperance then, besides power level I guess," Zale said, clearly confused about something. "Or is she better at opposing lust daemons?"

"...Ohhhh, you're thinking of the word 'prude'. That's not what prudence actually is, you know," Davin laughed, nodding his head sagely. "Okay, a little tidbit then: think of her more as someone who usually knows the right course of action to take. Usually. I won't say she's perfect, since no daemon is, but she's very good at discerning things when it comes to reality here on Earth. Some people think she's even psychic sometimes, but that's not it. Ever get a gut feeling about what to do, and it ends up being the right thing to do after all? Chances are a Prudence daemon helped you out."

"...Wow, I had no idea," Zale said, tapping the counter with a clawed finger. "But I'm on break and you're looking a bit bored. Can I get my usual?"

"Do you want me to modify it for your new form?" asked Davin. "Otherwise you'll just look how you did before."

"Oh, right! Yeah, sure, do that," Zale said, shaking his head. "Not that it'd matter once I stepped back out there, but I really enjoy being this way."

"I know, that's why I asked," Davin said, mixing the Lion's Pride and adding a bit from a bottle with a Capricorn on the side. "I think you'll enjoy this one. Think I'll call it... Catfish Tonic."

"I'm not a catfish," Zale muttered, taking the drink anyway. Taking a sip, he was pleasantly delighted with the taste if his sudden smile was anything to go by. "This is good. I think I know what my new usual is going to be. But for the love of god, call it something else."

"Will do, kitten," Davin winked, causing Zale to roll his eyes. "Still, I have been getting quite a few more aquatic based transformation requests lately because of you. I might have to ask Liam to add a pool section sometime if it keeps up. Or a Jacuzzi."

"You can just do that?" Zale asked. "Oh... well I guess this place isn't quite in Earth, is it. It's actually an abandoned building there, huh?"

"Well, abandoned so far as no one can buy the property and renovate it yes. I wouldn't want some poor businessman to accidentally wander into the bar on his way to work, after all. So Mammon helped me with that when I opened this place twenty years ago. Once I have enough power I can alter the place myself, but until then Liam gets the final say on everything."

"Oh, so he put you in charge of it after all," Zale said, nodding. "That's good. I'd hate to see you two fighting over this."

"He gets an entire realm to rule over in exchange, so I'd say he got the better end of that deal for someone who's beginning to love being in charge," Davin said, laughing. "I'm too subby to be an elder daemon. I only did it in the first place because of what the last Lust did. You think what Dylann did to you was bad? Now think of him as a lust daemon with absolutely no restraint in anything. Who doesn't care if you want to feel 'good' or not, because you're going to no matter what you want. I just... felt disillusioned by it all, so I took him out."

"How the hell did you do that?"

"In a game, similar to the one I competed against Liam in. Though with more danger and higher stakes. Prudentia and Pride judged that one together. If I could scar, I'd have several nasty ones already... but you should have seen the other guy."

"...What happened to the previous Lust? How come I've never met them?"

"...That's not a topic I want to talk about, sorry," Davin said, suddenly quiet. "Not your fault for asking it, but please never bring it up again. The short answer is that you won't meet them. No one will. Never again."

"...Ah... I see," Zale said, feeling very fearful all of a sudden. He felt like a fly in a spider's web somehow, Davin's aura feeling extremely dangerous as it radiated from him. It wasn't directed at him, of course, but... he knew not to press it further. "...Have... you gotten many customers, tonight?"

"...I have," Davin said, taking the distraction as he smiled. The feeling of danger passed, as if it had never happened. "Some mortals here, some lesser daemons there... you'd think we were in the realm of Lust with how horny everyone's been tonight. Well, more than we already are, at least. Still, everyone's having a good time! I actually did miss this."

"Hey, Catfish, what's up?"

"Oh my god," Zale said, pinching the bridge of his nose as Seth sat next to him. "No one is ever going to let that go."

"Seth, feeling better?" Davin said, stifling a laugh. "Or do you still need some time off to get off?"

"...Ah... I think I'm okay now," Seth said. It was his turn to be embarrassed, remembering how ramped his libido had been in the past few days. "I actually got some sleep last night. Though it was still a wet dream, so..."

"Well as hot as the idea is to me, we can't have you jacking it on stage," Davin said, causing Seth to be even more embarrassed as he grinned sheepishly. Out of habit, he bounced a ball of purple energy between his hands as he looked away. None of the mortals could see it, but a few patrons did look at him with interest. Daemons, most likely.

"I know," sighed Seth. "To be fair, I knew I wasn't ready for that lifestyle. Even if... I miss it, sometimes. But I'm young, dumb, and full of cum so..."

"Not so dumb these days, but I get what you mean," Zale said, laughing. "Do you need any help with that, though?"

"...Nah. I'm good," Seth said, though Davin could tell he was still tempted by the idea. "I know you and Mark have an open relationship and all, but I'd just feel like the spare of a third wheel. Not that Dylann's a third wheel, I guess... but still."

"Hey, that's fine," Zale said. "You do you."

"Can I get you a drink, Seth?" Davin asked, every part the friendly bartender now. "After what you've been through, though, it's on the house tonight."

"...Heh, just like the first time. Okay, get me one of those... no. You know what? Surprise me. I'm down for anything about now."

"You know how dangerous it is to give me that much to work with," Davin said, a mischievous look in his eyes as he began mixing a drink. He knew just the one the wolf was craving. "Don't worry, though. Nothing fishy here."

"...You mean that literally, don't you?" Seth asked, his sharp mind picking up on the nuance. "And yeah, I know what I'm asking for when I phrase it that way. Like I said, though, I want to be surprised. What's life without a little mystery?"

"Here. This should definitely surprise you, then," Davin said, sliding the drink down the counter towards Seth's outstretched hand. "Although, don't chug it. It's a more intense experience than some of my regular drinks."

"If I turn into one of Santa's little helpers, I swear..."

"Oh definitely not that. Not after last year," Davin said, still not willing to dwell on what had actually happened. "Just remember to take it slow. Sometimes it's better that way with this sort of drink."

"I'll do that, then," Seth said, taking a sip. Smacking his lips, he took a few more sips before putting it back down. "I don't feel anything, but it's really good. Is that licorice?"

"Jager, but not far off," Davin said. "But don't worry about feeling things yet. Though if you don't like what's happening, feel free to let me know and I'll mix you something else."

"I trust you, sir," Seth said, not realizing his slip of the tongue. "But I'll be sure to do that. Did you know there's someone passing out cookies, though? I didn't know you could bring food into the bar..."

"Well, Liam said it would be fine if Everett did that. I had more than a few myself, as you can see," Davin said, patting his own belly.

"Gotta say, makes you look like a hotter Krampus," Seth admitted. "...Wait, the cookies are magic? Wait... I get it now. He's Gluttony, huh? I think I read something in a book once about what his food can do, if you end up eating it. Is it wise to..."

"Oh he's just spreading the holiday spirit," Davin reassured Seth. "Trust me, if he does anything wrong then Liam will be sure to kick his ass out. And he will know, believe me."

"Maybe I'll have one later, then..." Seth said, his mouth salivating at the idea as he took another drink. His fur was starting to take on a different color, fading from black to a brown color. There were no scales to change on him, however; he had returned to his previous wolf form after returning to Earth, albeit with his purple eyes still. They glowed even now as they scanned the area. "There's a lot more daemons here than I'd have thought there'd be. Physical ones, I mean."

"Oh yeah, we're everywhere," Davin chuckled. "Though not nearly as numerous as your kind are. It's harder for us to, well, manifest. All a mortal needs to do is do the nasty, but daemons have stricter conditions to form. Though most of the daemons you see are pretty old, honestly. Usually we don't allow enough energy to form for a 'genesis' to occur. Though sometimes it happens, like with Vance there."

"...The fox?" Seth asked, looking over at the arctic vulpine chatting with Jared. "Really? How old is he, then? He looks like he's been doing this job forever."

"Wait, isn't he that ice bartender from the contest?" asked Zale, completely shocked. "I thought he wasn't a real person!"

"He wasn't, and technically they're not the same entity anyway," Davin said, smiling as Seth experienced some more changes without noticing. His shirt was already gone, and his pants had been replaced with a thong. "But I think between Pride's power, Temperance's magic, and the lust Liam and I shared between us... well, I was just as surprised as you were when he showed up with an application, honestly. He remembers everything, too. Though... he's still a bit naive to the world, so I've taken him under my wing for now. I'm not sure if he'll swing Lust or Gluttony, but Lucian seems proud of him either way. Lucian was always a good body sculptor, though. But if we keep talking about him his ears will start itching. Or whatever it is you mortals say."

"He's... pretty damn cute," Seth said, leaning on one hand as he stared. The arctic fox must have noticed, because he turned to wink at Seth with his pale eyes. Hell, most everything about him seemed to be made of ice still, except instead of the frozen contours of an ice sculpture he was made of flesh and fur and bone. The degree of varying shades of white and pale blue was fascinating.

"He's single, too," Davin encouraged, though Seth merely shook his head. "Don't worry, even when a daemon is newly created, they form an identity with certain skills. Usually based on what they formed around, even. It's no surprise he's just as good as me at bar-tending, considering it was his entire reason for existing at first. I think his 'body' is something like college age, though."

"Maybe after a while," Seth sighed, rubbing the sides of his head as a headache rocked through him. Yet, it was more of a dull, pleasant throb than actually painful as two nubs formed. In an attempt to soothe himself, he drank even more of the concoction in his glass. "I am feeling pretty horny, though."

"You definitely are," Zale said, stifling a laugh as the horns grew out even more. Seth seemed to be completely unaware of it though, even as the fur on his head and face began to take on more of a green tinge to match the horns. Every so often, a small bud of some kind formed as his brown fur began to look rougher. If one touched it they would feel soft fur, but at a glance it gave the impression of a tree trunk with vines and moss as the green parts began growing down. His face began flattening down as his wolf features were slowly replaced, his tail becoming longer as his hair shortened in most places.

"It's not like... compelling though," Seth said, lazily shaking his head to attempt to clear the fog. "I just feel horny and tired. It's a good feeling. I needed this, Davin..."

"You know you can rest in one of the special rooms, right?" Davin asked, causing Seth to nod his head. "We have a variety. The sunspot rooms are particularly popular right now due to the winter season. Especially the beaches."

"Oh, yeah, I forget you can do that," Seth chuckled. "Various rooms to fulfill everyone's fantasies, sexual or not. Though mostly sexual..."

"Usually you have to pay for the honor, but since it's Christmas Eve and you're an employee, you get it for free," Davin said. "I think you might especially like the summer garden theme. Don't you agree, Zale?"

"I think that'd do him some good for sure," Zale said, feeling his cock twitching. "I could, uh... do with some horticulture, myself."

"It's weird, but any other day I'd ride that cock of yours," Seth sighed, content to just exist for now as his transformation slowed for now. He looked to be a mix of a monkey and some horned creature of myth, his claws sharpening as he let out a small 'ook'. "When's this drink gonna... well, maybe I need to finish it first..."

"Go ahead and do that, then Zale can take you to the room," Davin encouraged, happy to see a few of the buds were beginning to bloom already. "Maybe later we'll show off your progress, hm?"

"Yeah okay," Seth yawned, before downing the rest of the drink in one gulp. He then stood up and allowed himself to be lead away by Zale, both of them waving goodbye as Davin smiled back. A couple hours passed by as Davin served drinks, normal and otherwise, before he finally decided to take a break for the rest of the night. All the bartenders had been taking turns, what with the extra help tonight, and Liam had wanted them all to experience at least some part of the event before it was done and over with for the night. As the part lion, part Krampus bartender plodded off toward a booth, he could see a head of blonde hair headed towards him.

"Well well! You're looking festive," Maeryn said, though if Davin hadn't known better he would have wondered if he was jealous of him, somehow. "On your break?"

"Yeah. There's a few hours before the event ends, and I'm done with my shift tonight. Time's been extended tonight, you know. It'll be hours yet before midnight rolls around, and even then we're still going until closing. Liam's decided a two-to-one ratio is better for the bar; none of the mortals will notice though. You know how flimsy their perception of time can be."

"Hmmm, makes me wish I had your job sometimes," Maeryn sulked. "My realm's a lot more complicated. Especially with everyone constantly vying for my attention and trying to one-up everyone else. It's hard being me, but I manage it somehow."

"You wouldn't do it if you didn't love it, though," Davin said, calling him out. "Still, I suppose the mortals in your realm don't mind it either, somehow."

"Yeah, but I haven't taken a mortal in some time there, so it can be a little boring," Maeryn said, shrugging. "Mind buying me a drink, sweetie? I could use a friend right now."

"So we're friends, are we?" Davin asked, smiling as he mentally signaled Vance. It wasn't as powerful as when he was Lust, but he did have control of the bar. So long as the bar made a profit and did its job, he would stay in control of it as part of his deal with Liam. "Well, I suppose you haven't tried to off me yet."

"Hey, that guy was a jerk," Maeryn said, scoffing. "Good riddance to bad company. But let's talk about something else. Did I see Lucian here dressed like a leather daddy, or was that my imagination?"

"Oh that's definitely him," Davin chuckled, a wicked grin on his face. "He did ask for it, though. If he's not a leather dom deep down, then I'm losing my fucking touch."

"It fits him," Maeryn agreed, being a bit more serious in his attitude. "He does a lot of work, too. More than he's willing to let anyone know. I only know because it's my job to know secrets and shit. How else would I ever get the inside scoop on the latest trends? My job would suck if I couldn't do that."

"I suppose you envy their truths as well as what they have, hm?" Davin asked, wondering what sort of info Maeryn had on him. "Well, even if I have things to hide, I don't think you'd blackmail me."

"Nah, that's not my style. Extortion's real ugly, and as you may have noticed I go for a cute aesthetic. At least, lately that's been my thing. Somehow guys and girls just love how I look and want to emulate me, or have a partner like me, stuff like that. Though it was fun being a diva when opera was still popular, and women weren't expected to be so thin all the time."

"You're still a diva," Davin joked, causing Maeryn to blush.

"Even so! You have to admit this era's idol and hero worship has been good on my complexion! Silly mortals and their celebrities... though between you and me, I unironically enjoy Lady Gaga. Maybe I'll do something like she does in my next life."

"When you're sick of internet fame, anyway," Davin chuckled, nodding his thanks when their drinks had arrived. When they were alone again, they sat in silence for a bit as they enjoyed the noise of the bar and the taste of their alcohol.

"This is even better than I was hoping for," Maeryn praised. "Wait... is that Vance over there? No wonder."

"Well it's not surprising, especially with so many elder daemons in one place," Davin said, nodding. "I'm glad you enjoy it, though. He's not qualified to handle the transformatives yet, but I'm sure I can get him up to speed eventually. He has to know more about how people are before he can fulfill what they desire deep inside. The first step to doing that is just seeing what sorts of people enjoy what sort of drinks. Get a feel for it, you know?"

"I hope he flips Lust, honestly," Maeryn said, giggling. "I mean, I'd take him for my own but he seems happier here somehow. Ugh... now I really want him... but nah. He makes a perfect Dirty Shirley, and about as sweet as I like it, too! Maybe I'll plug your bar in my next video, hm?"

"Make sure you talk to Liam about that, first. He makes decisions like that from now on."

"Ohhhh, right," giggled Maeryn, his face a little flushed. He wasn't at all drunk, but Davin still found the effect to be cute. He imagined he was supposed to, really. "To think, this place used to be a BDSM dungeon. Not to mention how many mortals got lost here... ah. That's a sore subject. Sorry about that. I just meant to say it's amazing what you've done with the place."

"We still have some rooms geared for those kinds of mortals, but yes. Let's change the subject," Davin said, hiding his displeasure with another sip of his drink. "Visit any interesting realms, lately?"

"Well... there are a few I'm a bit jealous of..." Maeryn said, though there was more amazement and wonder on his face as he began telling Davin about the things he'd seen recently in other worlds. The lust daemon found himself particularly interested in a few of them; one was a realm of pure rubber, while another was filled with big green orcs. Orcs, hmm? Davin was starting to get a few ideas for some new drinks, making a few mental notes as he enjoyed catching up with the elder daemon.

*******

"I didn't... expect any company," Seth yawned, keeping his eyes closed as the sunlight beamed down upon his leaves. He knew by now what had happened; he'd been turned into a plant-like being. He had a faint memory of once requesting something like that, so maybe the lingering desire had... ah, but he was too tired to think of that now. He was enjoying this too much.

"Well, I meant to find another room, but..." said the individual below his cock. Seth had grown a bit once Zale had planted him in the soil, his feet turning into roots as his legs solidified into a solid trunk almost as wide as his torso. Yet, he had retained his more humanoid shape, even as his arms had risen to either side and his horns and fur had grown leaves and flowers. He wasn't too large, but he was about the size of a decent tree now as his cock constantly leaked sap down his shaft, drying up before it could reach the ground.

"But what?"

"Well, I sensed a tired soul in here," he said, adjusting his robe as he drank some of the coffee he had. "When I saw it was summer in here, I figured I'd join you. Winter gets me down, you know?"

"It's nice," agreed Seth, feeling good about the smaller person resting his back against him. His fur was still somewhat soft, but a bit thicker now that it felt more like a furry tree of some kind. He could feel himself nurturing something growing from some of the closed up flowers, though when he'd still wanted to look around he had realized he was some sort of fruit tree hybrid. "I didn't think I could be like this..."

"Davin's pretty good with those drinks of his. Did you want to be a tree, or...?"

"I said 'surprise me'," Seth said, too tired to laugh as he simply smiled. Most of his thoughts were as slow and sluggish as the sap flowing through his veins, but he didn't mind at all. He was still himself, and he felt that if he really wanted to he could stop at any time. "Guess I wanted to be like this deep down..."

"Well, you'd fit right in with my realm," the daemon said, revealing his nature to him in that sentence. "Your energy feels nice, honestly. It's been a long day."

"Are you allowed to... do that?" Seth asked, opening one wary eye. His eye color had gone from purple to a light green. "Ook..."

"Yes. It's not like I'm sucking out your soul or essence," he answered, shrugging. "Daemons are always feeding off mortals. We have to, you know? Otherwise we stop existing completely... sorta. It's complicated, and I don't want to bug you."

"Then it's fine," Seth sighed, closing his eye again. "I know you're Sloth. Thought you'd look different, though."

"What, like a fat lazy slob?" laughed Sloth, shaking his head. "Nah. I like being clean and thin. It's too much energy not to be, and more people want to be around you when you don't smell like a dumpster. Though right now, you're very slothful. Very content not to work or do much except exist... things like that. All you do is sit there and grow big. Didn't think your sap would be purple, though."

"Is it? I didn't notice," Seth said, his cock throbbing at the compliment. It was always throbbing with every pulse of sap his plant-heart pumped. At least, he thought that's how it worked; it was hard to really think about much of anything in any serious manner. "Wonder how my fruit will taste..."

"Delicious, I'm sure. Name's Stellan. Used to be Stella but I got bored being a woman, so..."

"So you changed your form again," Seth finished, surprising the daemon. "I used to study your kind. Ook. With Temperance."

"Oh, so you're one of the mortals he had," Stellan laughed, relaxing more against the monkey-tree. "No wonder you're used to me already."

"I knew when you fed from me," Seth said, sighing contentedly. "I feel... really lazy. Like this. Yet I'm doing a good job, aren't I?"

"Being a tree? Yeah. You're doing a very good job," Stellan praised, yawning a bit. "You might stay this way if you're not careful, though."

"I trust Davin," said Seth, feeling himself grow another inch. "He'll only leave me here as long as I want to be here. My energy goes to him and Liam, too."

"Ah, the horny part of you," Stellan said, patting his trunk. "Well, hopefully you don't have anywhere to be."

"...Not until New Year's..." yawned Seth, letting his mind wander and think tree thoughts. "I'd like to stay this way until then... now that you mention it."

"I might too, then," Stellan said, the summer heat lulling him to sleep. Even in the shade, he began feeling a bit too hot, so he took his robe off and gently placed it to one side. Placing his always full coffee mug on the flat rock he'd been using as a coaster, he rested his hands on his lap as he got more comfortable. If Seth had had the presence of mind to look down at him, he might have seen the shirtless man dressed only in his pajama bottoms, his shoes having been kicked off a while ago. Stellan was lean and muscular, a few tattoos here or there gracing his tanned skin.

"You know, I like fruit a lot," Stellan said, after a long while. "Do you know why?"

"No... but I like bananas. But not because of this," Seth said, letting out a small ook once again. It was an involuntary response, sort of like a nervous tic, except that every time he did it he felt his cock pulse with pleasure. "Still not sure why I have horns, though."

"Davin likes horns. But maybe you're like, part lizard or something. You enjoy sunbathing enough, whatever it is."

"I'm not a lizard, I can feel that much. But... why did you like fruit, again?"

"Oh, right. Well, I guess because it feels good and sweet to eat. Some of it. Apples are my favorite, but I'm down for other stuff too."

"Oh... would you like one...?" Seth offered, feeling one of the apples was ripe enough. As if on cue, it fell from his branches and sent an orgasmic wave of pleasure rocking through his entire being. If this was what it felt like for an apple to fall off, what would it feel like if he was plucked?

"Thanks," Stellan said, taking the apple from the ground. Seth opened his eyes halfway, watching in anticipation as he brought the apple to his lips and took a bite. "...Oh my god. This is good."

"...I'm glad," Seth sighed, closing his eyes again in satisfaction. "Could you please water me? I'm kind of thirsty now."

"Sure, buddy," Stellan said through a mouthful, his cock tenting in his pajama bottoms as he searched for a hose. This was a garden, so it wasn't hard to find what he needed as he watered an area near the base of the tree. "How you feeling?"

"...Ook," was all Seth could say, feeling himself soak up the water almost instantly. He'd need a lot of water if he wanted to grow big and strong, but even the little bit he was being provided with was already making him feel better and better. Maybe he'd stay past New Year's Eve... he was on vacation anyway. "Thanks."

"Hey, you were kind enough to share, so I'm just returning the favor," Stellan said, waiting a while before turning the water back off and putting the hose away. "Besides, I really like plants like you."

"...Yeah..." Seth said, agreeing. "Think I'll... go to sleep now."

"Go ahead," Stellan said, sitting back against Seth's trunk, away from the wet patch of grass and dirt. "Just sleep and grow, buddy. All you need to do right now."

"Yeah..." Seth said, finding his mind falling into a heavy trance-like sleep as the sun shone down on him. It wasn't the Sloth daemon's doing, but he didn't care as his thoughts focused only on sunlight, water, and growing taller and more bountiful. Each apple grew as he did, the sensation of it feeling like he was constantly being edged. He couldn't see it, but he could feel his horns grow more nubs on them, starting to branch out... no, not horns. These were antlers, or something close to it. The new weight felt good as the leaves on them began to bud, bringing even more sunlight into his body. He was going to be a good tree when he was done growing. If he ever finished growing, that is.

*******

Zale had been tempted but instead of joining Mark and Dylann, who had definitely been turned into dumb jocks like Davin had said, he decided to keep exploring the rooms in the back of the bar. He'd been working here since August, yet he'd been so busy helping out at the door or boozing it up with Mark and dancing that he'd never bothered to wander the rest of the building. It was free for him as an employee, so long as he did his job when on duty. With all the extra staff on hand tonight he found himself with more free time than he knew what to do with.

The bar was a massive building, he began realizing. Of course, the building that was there normally was a big office building that had long since been abandoned, but he had always assumed it was a two-story place because of the office. When he went through the door to get to the back rooms, he had been suddenly overwhelmed with choices.

"Actually, now that I think about it," he muttered to himself, his detective brain latching onto the mystery of it all, "maybe it's just another pocket realm?"

"What is?" he heard a voice say behind him, causing him to jump. He hadn't realized someone else had come out of one of the other doors.

"Oh, uh... nothing," he said, trying to cover up what he just said. When he realized who he was talking to, his jaw dropped. "...Lucian? Is that you?"

"In the flesh," Lucian said, the dragon walked up to him. Zale could feel his cock twitching even before some sort of scent hit his nostrils, causing him to feel very bashful all of a sudden. Taking notice of this, Lucian smiled as he reached out and caressed his cheek. "My, but aren't you a handsome one? Cute, too. Where's your boyfriend, hon?"

"Having fun with Dylann. They're kind of both dumb jocks now," laughed Zale, letting Lucian bring him closer. "I wanted to look around, maybe find something new to do. I was just thinking how big this place was."

"Ah, hence the talk of realms and such," Lucian said, nodding. "You're not exactly right, but you're not wrong either. If this were a building on Earth, it'd be much larger on the outside. But you don't really care about that right now, do you?"

"Nah, it was just a passing thought," Zale chuckled, inhaling that wonderful scent. "You smell so good. But I thought you were Pride?"

"I am Pride, boy," growled Lucian, though it was more out of amusement than irritation. "Though Davin's drink has me feeling pent up and needy. Don't you think you should do something about that? Maybe repay me for everything I've done? Well, it doesn't really matter how you justify it in that tiny mind of yours, mortal. You should just worship me, your superior."

"Yes sir," Zale said, starting to kneel before he was stopped.

"Ah ah, not in the hallway," Lucian said, pleased at how naturally submissive Zale was. Though he supposed that should have been obvious from the start. "Follow me. I have an idea."

Nodding, Zale followed the superior male as his head swam with desires and fantasies. It wasn't like his previous experiences with daemons, though. He could just walk away and not engage, but he wanted to see where it would go. As they entered one of the many doors, Zale could see all sorts of leather gear and toys in the darkened room. He could see several others here already, though some were bound or gagged even as their cocks throbbed with need. He wondered if that would happen to him? While he wasn't normally into that, he realized it didn't matter. He wanted to please Lucian in any way possible, even if it meant trying something different for once.

"Hey, relax," Lucian cooed, massaging his shoulders from behind as he closed the door. "Daddy's here and will keep you safe. But if you feel like I'm going too far with something, you can always give me a signal or tell me the safe word."

"Signal? Safe word?" Zale asked, his mind fogging up with lust as he let it happen. "Oh, um..."

"Well, the safe word is... Pride, since you'll be calling me sir most of the time. I'll also accept Daddy, of course. If you say Pride then I'll stop whatever I'm doing and make sure you're okay. We'll try something else, or you can just leave... whatever you want. Sound good?"

"Yes sir," Zale said, nodding. He felt a lot more comfortable now that such a rule had been established. "What if I can't talk though?"

"Well, you can signal with your hands, or your feet if those are tied up," Lucian said, showing him examples of what he meant. "If I see something like that, I'll ask if you want to stop. Besides, I've been getting a pretty solid feel for when someone's not having a good time with me, thanks to some of the boys in here. Isn't that right, Toby?"

One of the nearby mortals, a jaguar of some kind, simply moaned through his ball gag as he nodded. He had been blind-folded and tied to some kind of post, forced into a kneeling position as he pistoned himself up and down on a dildo of some kind. He had just enough range of motion to move up but not off the toy, but not enough that he could hold that position for long without plunging back down on it. Zale had to admit, it was hotter than he thought it would be.

"Of course, I'm not going to do exactly to you what I did to him... unless you're into that boy. Are you into that?"

"I don't know, sir," Zale said, feeling weak in the knees as he found his hands roaming all over Lucian's muscles. When he tried to reach down to his cock to free it, however, he felt Lucian lightly slap his hand away.

"Ah ah, that's only for good boys who have earned it," Lucian said, allowing Zale to reach up to his chest instead as he began to slip off Zale's pants. "You're not worthy of it yet. I'm not sure you ever will be, though maybe I'll change my mind if you convince me somehow?"

"How do I do that, sir?" Zale said, his eyes rolling up to the back of his head as he buried his face in the new purple hair on Lucian's body. "Mmm I'll do whatever you want me to do..."

"I know you will. Now kneel," Lucian ordered, having guided Zale to an empty spot. It seemed there were several areas set up this way, as if the room could be used for multiple doms and their subjects. Though it seemed that Lucian had claimed the room for his own, as he was the only one in any position of authority. Zale barely noticed any of this however, his knees instantly giving out as he obeyed. He held his arms up when Lucian prompted him to do it, stripping his shirt off and tossing it aside with his jeans. "Yes... that's how I like my boys. Naked and eager for my attention. You don't need anything except this, anyway."

Taking something off the wall behind him, he slowly slipped something around his neck and fastened it. Feeling something lock in place, he attempted to reach up and feel it before Lucian stopped him again.

"Sorry, sir," he said, dropping his hand back down to his side. "What am I wearing though?"

"A leather collar, naturally. Padlock included," Lucian answered. "It isn't too tight, is it?"

"No sir, it feels fine," he said, purring slightly. "Thank you, sir."

"That's better," Lucian chuckled, ruffling the top of his head with his meaty hand. "Now stay there for a few moments while I check on some of the others... oh, and no touching yourself. That doesn't belong to you right now."

"Understood, sir," Zale said, making a point to keep his hands far away from his groin even as it throbbed and twitched in time with his heartbeat. He watched the jaguar across the room from him still going at it on the dildo, though when Lucian came near him he seemed to know he was there.

"Mmm, you're being such a good boy for me, aren't you Toby?" Lucian said, and Zale found himself wanting to be a good boy too. "No shame anymore, and you were so bashful and nervous when you first arrived here. Would you like a taste of Daddy's cock?"

Toby furiously nodded as he increased his momentum. A small cruel laugh escaped Lucian as he took a something off the wall. It was some sort of visor that reminded Zale of those virtual reality headsets, though this one looked far more comfortable and lighter to wear.

"Well you can't yet, Toby. Though you're getting very close to earning that reward, so don't feel too disappointed. I'm going to remove the blindfold now."

As Toby's eyes adjusted to the dim light, he looked up at Lucian with need before the visor was lowered onto his head. Securing it, Zale saw him take a pair of earbuds, placing one in Toby's ear before lowering his muzzle to his open ear.

"You won't be able to see or hear me, or anything in this room once this is active, but it will make you feel like a very good boy. So don't panic if you see or hear nothing. I'll still be here watching over you, okay? Nod once if you understand and want to continue. Shake no if you want me to stop."

Toby wasted no time in nodding, and Lucian placed the remaining earbud in his ear in response. Flicking a switch on the side, it powered on as Lucian picked up a nearby tablet and began scrolling through something. Smiling, he tapped a few times before something seemed to happen to Toby's visor; a green light flashed from left, to right, to left in a repeating pattern as Toby slowed down. Whatever he was seeing or hearing, he began to slowly and rhythmically pump himself up and down on the toy buried in his ass as Lucian continued on to the next sub. Zale found himself watching Toby go up, and down, and up and down... it was enough to make him space out a bit as he waited and wondered what was happening to the jaguar. Before he knew it, he felt a hand under his chin directing his attention up into Lucian's eyes, the dragon on one knee so that their faces were closer.

"You ready to continue, kitten?" he asked. "It took me a bit longer than I wanted to, but now I can give you the attention you deserve."

"...I'm nervous, but ready sir," Zale said, feeling his nerves come back despite the heady aroma wafting down on him. "But I have a question if that's okay?"

"I'm feeling very generous today, so I'll allow it. Ask away..."

"Are you taking control of me?"

"...You mean like with Dylann," sighed Lucian, though his tone of voice sounded as if he had expected it. "No. That was different. Davin has turned me into this hyper sexual, dominant leather daddy whose scent drives submissives like you wild, but you are not here against your own will. Even if you might be feeling a bit light-headed with pleasure, hm?"

"Yes sir," Zale said, shivering as Lucian tweaked one of his nipples. He relaxed more, feeling his doubts melt away with that answer.

"This is just some kinky fun we're having, though you always have an out. Besides, for you to be one of my subjects in my own realm... you'd have to have a bit of a different disposition for me to be even mildly interested enough to take you home with me. Does that put you at ease, kitten?"

"A bit, sir," sighed Zale. "You're a lot gentler than I expected, sir."

"Well I wouldn't be a good dom if I didn't care about my boys, now would I?" Lucian began whispering into his ear, though Zale wondered if that was the full reason or not. "There are so many full of pride in this world, yet more often than not it is the foolish pride of a moron who doesn't know what he's doing or doesn't care. I used to take such mortals and punish them for their hubris, though I would instruct a few of the more promising ones in whatever they did. I don't do that so much anymore, though. But we're getting sidetracked here. Put your hands behind your back and clench them together... yes, like that. Good boy."

"Thank you sir," Zale said, happy to receive the praise as he felt his hands being tied behind his back. He wasn't sure what it was; while it felt like leather bonds of some sort, he could feel his skin tingling and his muscles relaxing wherever it touched. He could feel something waking up inside that he didn't know had been there before. A want, a need...

"Is that too tight?" Lucian asked, prompting Zale to shake his head.

"It's not tight enough, sir," Zale said, wriggling slightly to prove his point.

"Hm, so it isn't," Lucian said, tightening it until Zale was properly bound this time. "Work on the tone next time, but you're a good boy for letting me know. Now, what else shall I do with you... ah, yes. This will do nicely."

Zale thought about looking over his shoulder to see what had been selected, but decided to keep staring at Toby across the way. He was slowing down, the lights pulsing hypnotically on his visor non-stop. He seemed extremely focused on whatever it was he was experiencing, only moving up and down every so often.

"Oh, curious what Toby's doing, hm?" Lucian said, dangling a couple of leg cuffs in front of his face. "Well, that doesn't matter right now. Though he certainly looks like he's having fun. While I fasten these on you, tell me something Zale: what turns you on? Don't spare any details, now."

"Well... being dominated, for one," Zale said, though he felt that was obvious by now. "I guess I've always had a thing for strong men doing what they want with me."

"Don't guess," Lucian said, encouraging him despite the growl. "Tell me who you are, Zale. Not who you think you are."

"...I... yes, sir," Zale said, feeling the first cuff being locked in place. "Apparently I'm into this, too. I'm not sure how far it goes, but I want more. I had no idea before. What I do know for sure is I'm into big dicks, leather, bottoming..."

"Yes, go on," Lucian chuckled, locking the other cuff in place. While Zale was busy and distracted listing various kinks and fetishes mixed in with what he found attractive about men, Lucian connected the cuffs with a small link of chains, making it so he was unable to separate his feet too far from each other.

"...I guess... know," corrected Zale, before he could be scolded again, "I know that I..."

"That you... what?" Lucian prompted, gently kissing him on top of his head. "There is no judgment here. Go ahead."

"I want to be controlled. Mentally, physically... I don't know exactly when that started. It's just... hot to me. But it scares me, too."

"A loss of control is always scary, but you are brave to admit it. I imagine this has something to do with Dylann once again. His name comes up frequently, lately."

"Sorry sir, but yes... though I always fantasized about that sort of thing when I was human, too. It just sort of got amplified later. Also I wasn't fully controlled by Dylann, just so you know."

"And yet he had you curled right around his finger, but I don't blame you. Mortals rarely can resist that sort of influence when exposed to it for so long... and so dramatically, at that. Oh, don't worry, they all know," Lucian added, sensing his sudden tension. "Though I have to wonder, when you asked if I was taking control of you before... what were you feeling?"

"Fear, tension... excitement," Zale said, a bead of pre forming. "It's just admitting that to you is..."

"Exhilarating, titillating... perhaps what you want deep down, if I have you pegged correctly. Am I right?"

"...Yes, sir," Zale said, moaning as he let his inhibitions go. "I need to be a controlled puppet who only does what he's told!"

"Hm, not very inspired but at least you know what you want," chuckled Lucian. "Of course, you don't really need to think if you're going to be a puppet for my pleasure. Hm... maybe we should add some strings? Although I think I see one right here..."

Zale jumped when he felt a firm grasp on his tail, feeling as Lucian threaded it between his arms and his back. He wasn't sure what was happening until he felt it being inserted and fastened into some sort of padded loop. Once Lucian was finished, Zale realized it was connected to his collar. It wasn't just the tip of his tail, either; from how limited his tail's movement was and how much his taint was now exposed, it had to have been a decent enough length. He waited patiently while Lucian came back with some bands, fastening them around his biceps as he told him to relax them as much as he could. Looking at them, Zale could see there was several metal loops attacked to each one, as well as a padlock to keep them from opening back up. He felt himself being lifted carefully to his feet, and no words were needed as he slowly followed Lucian to the middle of the room, his ankle cuffs making it difficult to move at any normal speed.

"What a sight you are," Lucian said, though whether it was mockery or praise was anyone's guess. When he'd finally walked far enough, Lucian guided him into place. There was some kind of machine here, though from the winch and chains Zale could guess exactly what it was used for. His suspicions were confirmed when he felt Lucian attaching something to his arm cuffs and collar, before prompting him to kneel. The chains jangled with his movements, the sound only reminding him of his current situation. Leaning back a bit, he allowed Lucian to attach something to his wrists and ankles, though when he tried to return to his previous posture he found he couldn't.

"Wha-"

"Hush, kitten. I'm almost done," Lucian said, connecting one more chain to whatever was binding him in this way. "I have to lie you on your stomach for a bit, but I won't leave you there long. If this is too intense for you, however... you know what to say."

"...Understood, sir," he panted, allowing Lucian to proceed. He squirmed a bit, wondering how long he had to stay this way until he heard the sound of the winch being used, the chains moving with every turn. He was soon being lifted into the air; while he wasn't completely horizontal, he found that no matter what he did or how he moved that some part of his body was just uncomfortable enough to make him shift slightly.

"Is the collar chain too much?" Lucian asked, once he was high enough.

"N-no, just weird feeling myself being sort of strangled, but not really," Zale said, realizing the neck chain wasn't what was holding him up. It caused him to have to hold his head up to have any slack, though. "I can breathe just fine, sir."

"Well as long as you don't feel like you're going to pass out, then that's good," Lucian said. "I'm proud of you, boy. Though I can't help but notice you keep staring at Toby. Come to think of it, Toby may be ready now. Hang out here while I go check on him."

The pun wasn't lost on Zale, though he couldn't help but smile. He watched as Lucian strode over to Toby, the jaguar absolutely still now as the dragon picked up the tablet. Smiling, he tapped a few times and the visor seemed to turn off. Removing the visor and ear buds, the jaguar's eyes looked vacant and unfocused. Removing the ball gag, Lucian placed it in on a tray for later cleaning.

"Report status," Lucian said, crossing his arms as he looked down at Toby.

"Drone is ready to serve," Toby said, something clicking in his head. His eyes were still vacant, but they were aware of their surroundings now. "Awaiting orders, sir."

"What's your name?" Lucian asked, looking over at Zale as if to encourage him to watch.

"Drone does not understand, sir."

"...Alright, let me rephrase. What is your designation?"

"Drone's designation is JD-061," Toby said, his voice flat. The whole display was causing Zale to wriggle in his bonds, unable to do anything about his arousal. He was also starting to spin around as a result.

"What is your purpose?" he heard Lucian say, and the jaguar drone responded immediately.

"To serve, worship, and obey Master Lucian, and to ensure his pleasure in all things."

"Good. Now, hold still while I free you."

Zale heard a bunch of sounds that he assumed was Lucian releasing the newly minted drone, though he wondered how much of that was just roleplay as he hung there, slowly spinning. When he could finally see them again, the jaguar was standing at attention. His only articles of clothing were the collar every sub was already wearing, and some sort of thong. Zale could tell he had gone flaccid, but he was most curious about the glowing padlock symbol on the front of it. It reminded him of some artwork he'd seen before, though the memories of his time in high school caused him to blush harder than he should have.

"I assume you're enjoying yourself. Toby, or should I say JD over here, happens to have a huge kink regarding mind control and drones," Lucian said, walking back over to him. "...You know, your scales really do shimmer nicely in the light, now that I have a proper view of them. I'm glad I let you keep this form after all. Though you'd look even better as a dragon, I bet."

"...Yes, sir. You know best, sir," Zale said, enjoying the praise.

"Damn right I do, but I wonder... maybe you'd like to join him? Drone, bring me a visor setup."

Wordlessly, 'JD' picked up a visor and brought it to Lucian, his motions mechanical and deliberate. Now that it was closer, Zale could see that the earbuds were wireless but could connect to the visor itself to charge their individual batteries.

"Do you know what this is?" Lucian said. Zale shook his head; while he could guess what it was for and what it looked like, he wasn't entirely sure of anything when he wasn't on Earth specifically. Even if it was a pocket realm just next door. "Of course you wouldn't. Well, obviously I can turn good boys like you into mindless drones with it, though Davin isn't the one who came up with this particular product. But he did modify them."

"Modify?" Zale asked, squirming slightly. Lucian used a free hand to turn him so that he could see him face to face. The visor was brought directly into his field of view.

"Yes. This is meant to brainwash and program new slaves, which was a specialty of Lust. Not Davin, before you ask. The Lust before him. It doesn't matter what you want, as soon as this does its job you won't be anything except what you were programmed to be. It's quite efficient. However... Davin has modified these to be far less permanent, so that they can be used for fun instead. He hates it when mortals are forced to do things completely against their will. Consent is important to him, even if he is a fool sometimes. It's part of why I like him."

"I see..." Zale sighed, looking into Lucian's eyes.

"Oh, I know what you're thinking. Why didn't he fight harder for you then? Well, I initially thought he was a fool but with him thinking so far ahead as to provide a backup in Liam... well, I have a theory. To challenge Temperance directly, especially when that old sea-goat was lost to his own desires... well, it would have been absolutely foolish. He would have had to put you all up as the prize, and then when he eventually lost... you would still be there, and Dylann would not have learned his lesson. That's most likely what was going through that horny little head of his. Besides, he'd have been the only judge as well. That's hardly fair, yes?"

"Makes sense, sir," Zale said, though he wasn't entirely sure he was convinced. "But how'd he win against the previous Lust if he's that weak?"

"He wasn't weak, Temperance is just that strong. Especially against a lust daemon. The only reason I was able to do anything, aside from my own vast amount of power of course, is because I know his true name. He gave it to me when I... made a mistake. I don't know why he took pity on me, or maybe he was impressed by my humility in the face of my absolute defeat that day. But he greeted me as an equal and told me his. That way, neither of us could have an absolute advantage over the other. Don't tell anyone this, but I helped Davin as much for Dylann's sake as his and yours. Besides, if I don't look out for my Vices and their subjects, who will?"

"Thank you sir," Zale said. "Really."

"Normally I'd be disgusted by that, since empty words of thanks never really did much for me. I prefer mortals to take responsibility and take pride in their ability to rectify their mistakes. But in this case, and partly because of this fun transformation I'm experiencing, I do appreciate being appreciated. But if you really want to thank me, you'll put this on. You did want to be a mindfucked little puppet, didn't you? Do you still want that?"

"Yes sir!" Zale nearly shouted, finding the idea both frightening and hot at the same time. It was all temporary, and yet the way JD just stood at the wayside waiting for orders...

"Oh, but before I put this on... here. A glimpse of your future," Lucian said, palming the jaguar's bulge. As if responding to his touch, some sort of latex or rubbery material began spreading from the thong. "Another little toy from Davin's predecessor. I know this all seems like advanced technology for what was available thirty years ago or so, but the idea of a 'virtual reality' has existed for longer than that. A little magic and a daemon with enough imagination is all that's required, as you should know by now. Though the chastity ball is new. Place it on him, Drone."

"Chastity ball? What is tha-aaah!" he said, squirming and gasping as he felt something cold and rubbery being placed over his cock. While it felt absolutely amazing, he could feel his cock going flaccid even as he felt it increase in girth. Or maybe it was just the rubber making it feel that way. While pleasure was still there, he found he couldn't get hard soon as the material spread to form a thong like JD had been wearing, though the jaguar's own rubber had reached up to his neck. Returning to Lucian's side, he waited for more orders as soon the only flesh that could be seen was his emotionless face.

"I would have waited, but I'm curious to see how this will affect you while you undergo your own programming," Lucian said, a wicked smirk on his face. "Though even when you are 'brainwashed' you'll still have that small part of you that can leave at any time, just by saying the safe word. After all, if you couldn't then anyone could just enslave anyone else here and no one would be the wiser... at least, until they left the bar."

"Good to know, sir," Zale said, his heart beating faster as he watched Lucian slowly lower the visor onto his head. He felt something slick enter one ear, and for a moment he was disoriented from the sensation of being partially deaf. Feeling Lucian's breath on his open ear, he felt him nibble a bit on him before whispering in a way that made his shiver in anticipation.

"Enjoy yourself, Zale. I know I will."

Feeling him press the last earbud in, he was now entirely blind and deaf. The visor was efficient in not letting him see anything at all, not even a mote of light peeking through as it formed to contour to his features. He wondered how long he would have to wait before his senses were assaulted by an initial segment of flashing light and confusing sound, his mind shutting down a bit already to compensate for the overload. It was soon replaced with a soothing light that he couldn't help but stare at, as words and images flashed before his eyes. He was barely even aware of himself once the words and music started, though if he could have seen himself from the outside he would have noticed the visor's lights had begun flashing from left, to right, to left again as it began to reprogram him as yet another drone.

*******

Well, this was interesting. Davin had been sat at the bar, chatting with Vance to help him practice his small talk when a dragon encased entirely in rubber walked up and ordered a drink for 'Master Lucian'. Looking at the encased bulge on his front, Davin merely smiled; someone had been busy with his favorite room.

"You heard the drone, Vance. Make a drink for his master," Davin said, clearly amused at the arctic fox's confusion. But whatever else he was feeling, Vance expertly prepared the drink with utter perfection and served it to the drone, who then carefully took it in one hand. The wings of the dragon had been bound, but even so Davin couldn't help but be impressed by how well sculpted the body was. Inside, he could sense the dulled mind feeling constant pleasure; this had been one of his desires, he could tell.

"I'm still not used to that," Vance said, his voice somewhat deep for a fox. It was a bit rougher than his ice golem counterpart, Davin noticed, but then that sort of thing happened when a daemon formed around something that wasn't supposed to have been alive in the first place. He'd seen stranger origins for a daemon, though.

"Well tonight's a bit special. Everyone gets the rooms for free, though normally that luxury is for employees. Though you have to work here a month first," Davin cautioned. "Otherwise they range in price. Still, I'm glad Lucian is enjoying himself over there, even if he could definitely afford it."

"I didn't think Zale was so into that, though," Vance said, causing Davin to raise an eyebrow. "Who knew."

"I don't see Zale, what do you... ohhhhh, you kinky fuck," Davin chuckled, realizing Vance meant the dragon drone. "How can you tell?"

"You can't?" Vance asked, just as shocked as Davin was. "I thought everyone could. Though... it's not like I can 'see' him. More that I know it's him. His aura, or something, I don't know what you call it. All I know is that I look at him, and my mind goes "That's Zale". So..."

"Interesting gift you have, Vance," Davin praised, taking another drink from his glass. "But keep it to yourself for now. Some daemons don't appreciate being singled out like that when they're here. Assuming you can see even that much, of course."

"Well I still don't get it, but okay boss," Vance said, nodding as he cleaned out a glass. "When I woke up in this world, I thought the most confusing thing was how I was going to find you or Liam again. You're the two I remember most, for some reason. But I'm starting to see that this world is just..."

"Fucked in the head?" Davin asked. "Well, humans are interesting creatures. Not like you and me. Though have you begun being able to feed yet?"

"No, but I'm thankful for the steady supply in exchange for working my dream job, boss," Vance said, smiling. "I don't know what I'd do if I had to figure all this out in a week."

"I'm surprised you have a form at all. A physical genesis is very rare. Normally you'd be intangible, and your aspect would have matched whatever energy you were around the most. But when daemons are created with physical forms from the start, it's a bit more difficult. Not only do you use more energy, but you don't have as much freedom of motion to absorb energy."

"And I'm unaligned, I know I know," Vance said, having obviously heard this before. "I'm new, boss. Not dumb."

"Hey, I have to be sure," joked Davin, and after a minute or so the fox laughed. "See, that's what we have to work on. How to recognize a joke and laugh at it... well, if you find it funny. Not every joke is a good one."

"At least I can get them too drunk to care, boss," Vance said, smirking. "Was that one good?"

"Yes, but you don't need to ask for clarification," Davin chuckled. "It does kill the joke a little bit. Just let it hang in the air next time. Either they get it, or they don't. Everyone's different, you know?"

"I know. I feel it in them, though. Their pride, their envy, their lust conflicting with their conscience..." sighed Vance. "I just... don't know what appeals to me yet, I guess. I feel like once I choose it's going to be hard to change it."

"Well that's more because of your personality than anything," Davin said, shrugging. "Would you believe there are mortals who have no idea who they are? That is, they don't develop an identity of their own until much later in life, usually because of their parents or peer pressure. They spend so long being what people want them to be, that when they sit down to think about who they really are they draw a blank. Some of them even have existential crises."

"So you're saying I shouldn't feel too bad about this," Vance said, a look of relief on his face. "I'll try and meet all sorts of people, then. So I can figure out what I like and don't like."

"Hey, that's all me or Liam asks of you. Honestly, even if you don't flip Lust we'll let you work here for as long as you want to. You are going to need money eventually, even when you get your energy situation sorted."

"Oh, Liam's paying me minimum wage right now, plus any tips," Vance said, smiling. "Says if I do well enough I might get a raise. He helped me set up a bank account and everything, too."

"Well that's good. Keep up the good work and you'll be moving into your own place in no time. Maybe with some company, if you're lucky..."

"I told you already, boss, I don't feel anything like that," Vance said, though he seemed flattered anyway. "I mean I'm trying to, but... I look out there, I see all that flesh and everyone hooking up, but nothing happens. It's interesting in the same way I might find a good book interesting."

"Well, you don't need to be a flirt to be a lust daemon. But it helps," Davin said, winking. "Some people like that, though. The hot guy or girl who's clueless about the interest of those around them. It adds to the charm, I think. But for all I know you could flip Pride. I hope you don't of course, but who knows what will happen."

"I'd rather just focus on being me, first," Vance said, smiling. "It's kind of annoying, having to think for myself. I remember being that construct; I absorbed its 'memory' after all. The echo of what it was. Its personality, its skill... but that thing didn't need to think. It didn't think. It just served drinks in a contest. I serve drinks, but now I think about things like 'am I being too friendly' or 'what would they say if I suggested this type of drink'. It's annoying."

"Welcome to existence, friend. Though mortals have to do all that and more."

"Mortals have it rough, don't they?" Vance said, a flash of compassion in his eyes. "Well, I'm glad I can help them relax then. If only for a while. But would you like another drink, boss? We've been flapping our gums and I bet you're parched by now."

"Good idea. Give me a... no. Not a rum and cola, I've had enough of that for a lifetime. Give me a Screwdriver. No ice. Oh, and while you're at it tell the boys to start closing the bar up."

"Last call!" Vance shouted, making Davin wince at the memories that came flooding back. As Vance delivered his drink, him and the other bartenders began cleaning and putting away things while serving the last minute patrons that came scrambling up, while others got ready to go home. The other parts of the bar would still be open, especially for anyone staying overnight in one of the back rooms, but there would be no more alcohol until after Christmas since the bar was closed on that day every year. Davin had always insisted it was because they would have far less business on that day, but deep down he smiled at the thought of people spending time with their families and friends.

"I'm heading to the arctic room," Vance said, having clocked out finally. "If you need me I'll be sleeping there."

"I still can't believe the cold doesn't do shit to you," Davin said, shaking his head as he handed his empty glass over. "Even I have to bundle up during the winter, even with my fur."

"I just don't mind it, really," Vance said, shrugging. "Thanks for letting me stay there, though. You and Liam. G'nite, boss."

"Good night, sweet fox," Davin said, winking at him as he left. He simply smiled in acknowledgment as he left, his bushy tail swaying after him. Looking over at Lucian, he noticed the transformation was starting to wear off for him as he reclined in his comfortable seat, his eyes closed as he seemed to be sleeping almost. Walking over to him, Davin waited until Lucian opened his eyes. Instead of the glare he was expecting, he simply smiled.

"I am still going to punish you, but... I have to admit, this was more fun than I expected it to be. But now that I'm thinking with my head instead of my dick now, I think I should change into something more presentable, don't you?"

"Go ahead," Davin said, not stopping him in the slightest as the dragon stood and focused. His leather gear and clothing quickly melted as it was replaced with more casual wear. Leather business shoes and a set of slacks covered him, though Davin was quick to notice the thong was still there before it disappeared from sight completely. The belt buckle changed to 'Pride' but otherwise the belt remained the same. Instead of a business top to complete the look, though Davin was surprised to see him wearing a black button-up shirt, the top three buttons left unbuttoned as his purple hair was left exposed. In fact, Davin noticed he hadn't shifted back to his old physical form at all, keeping all the changes he'd made... though he suspected his dick was more manageable now, even if it was still very large.

"What? Even I have to admit this is much more my style," Pride said, a cocky grin on his face. "I'll simply chalk it up to the fact you were inspired by me, your muse."

"Yes, clearly that's it," Davin chuckled, though he was happy all the same. "It looks very good on you."

"Everything looks good on me, but that's to be expected. I'm still going to kill you for that little submissive side you put in me though. Just you wait and see."

"I'll look forward to it. But don't you think you should let them go?"

"Oh! I'd almost forgotten," Lucian said, looking over at his two drones. "How do I undo this, actually?"

"I can help with that. Have the follow us to the back," Davin said, having a specific room in mind for just this sort of situation. "I need to get rid of all this holiday weight anyway... and whatever other effects those cookies might have had that I don't know about yet."

Lucian ordered the drones to follow as they headed toward their destination, though there was far less of a sexual undertone to it this time. Davin kind of wished he'd stayed as 'Big Daddy Pride', even if he'd done that as a bit of a joke. Maybe next time he'd get some one on one time with the elder daemon, if he was ever in the mood for it. They both passed by Mark and Dylann, who for the most part seemed to have returned to normal... though Davin noticed there was just a hint of a blush on Dylann's face as he tried to avoid contact with him. Ah, the walk of shame. He knew it well. But from the small grin on his face, Davin could tell he had really enjoyed himself. He still had a lot to do to make up for the past, but for tonight he was just another patron going home. Once he sorted the drones and himself out, he would have to go check on Seth's progress and see if he wanted to change back yet or not. He had said that transformation was intense, so he wouldn't be surprised if Seth wanted to stay that way well past New Year's Day. Though he wouldn't let it go that far; there was always a next time if he wanted to do it again later, so he was going to change him back sooner than later. Besides, with the year of the bull around the corner, Davin had to wonder just how good Seth might look with horns and hooves like his. A wolf and bull hybrid, hm? He felt himself getting aroused at the thought even as the group entered the room used for 'purification', door closing behind them as the sign above lit up with the words 'In Use'.