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Shrouded in darkness three demonic faces peered into a crystal sphere, a plan of intent on each of their minds.

The first creature was an equine, a purple coated demonic steed with a large bladed horn upon her head. She stood on four hooves, body wide and strong. Her mane and tail was of spiky hair, flowing gently as if in a breeze as she gave a quiet snort.

Next was the face of a goat, holding the crystal in one of her human like hands. She stood on two wooly legs, knees bent above feet that ended in sturdy hooves.

To her other side was a hellhound. She sat like a dog, her canine head crowned with a double pair of horns as pert ears and bright eyes honed in on the image in the crystal before them.

All three demonesses watched a tall human walking into a room. He wore chain armour, thick bare arms and a traveling pack. A heavy sword slung over his back, several more blades of varying lengths sheathed across his belt. His hair was dark brown, a clean shaved face. He was a mortal combatant who worked and fought for his livelihood. Strength and determination a must for the man in his long travels.

“This one does look promising." The mare spoke, watching the man begin to disrobe as his weapons and equipment were laid down. His handsome features evident even to the demonesses as they watched.

“Indeed, he fits our agreed criteria. Experienced, strong..." The satyr paused, her attention interrupted as she watched the man pull the shirt over his head, revealing a well muscled chest.

“A man who could hold his own, even against us." She finished with a smile, feeling this man would not back down from their unique offer.

“But are we sure he will agree?" The horned mare asked.

“Men are rather predictable, our offer will not be ignored." The Satyr stated confidently, knowing humans were a horny lot, sometimes as driven as male demons.

The image in the crystal progressed, his pants pulling down as he changed his clothing for the night.

The sight of his bare groin came into view, a well sized human cock hanging casually as he gave his weary muscles a stretch. The three demonesses watched intently over his body.

“Mmpphhh… I'd say that settles it." The hellhound bitch lustfully announced, making her approval clear as she watched the man's cock and balls hang between his thighs.

“I could take him for a ride." The mare snorted happily, eyes still glued to the human endowment. He was no feral stallion, but among the best for a human.

Finishing his stretch the man yawned, not bothering with any night clothes as he hopped into the rented bed, curling up for the night under the covers.

“Very well, we shall pay him a visit and see if he agrees to the game." The Tall Satyr smiled, taking one last look at the sleeping man's face through the crystal.

The next morning the man was dressed and down in the pub. His breakfast was about finished, preparing to head into town to look for work.

He was a freelance fighter, going by the name of Darius. He was not a stranger to body guarding, heavy labor and treasure hunting. He was prepared to do most anything for his coin.

As his mind wandered he noticed a woman walking across the pub, the clack of high heels resonating to his ears. She wore a fine red dress, looking very out of place within the drab pub. Watching her closer no other head was turned to look as she uneventfully approached. Not even a glance from the seedy patrons splayed across the barstools as she carved her path towards his table.

“Greetings sir, do you have a moment?" She addressed him, confidently taking the chair across from him.

The experienced fighter kept his guard up, knowing there certainly was something otherworldly about this woman.

“I was not expecting company." His attention lifted from his plate.

“If things go well you may have much company over the coming days." She continued, not showing a bit of hesitation.

“Have you placed a spell upon yourself? Why does no other pay you heed?" He confronted her, The fighter not one to be swayed from his guard so easily.

“Well spotted, my business with you is of a delicate nature, our words will be lost to all others for now."

The presence of magic made him cautious, spellcasters could be very formidable no matter how frail they looked. But such tactics were not unusual, many wanted to keep their words masked from a vigilant guard or gossiping fool.

“So you have a job needing done then?" He was quick to keep things moving, not wanting to linger much longer in vaugeries.

“I, and my female associates are looking for a man, one strong of constitution and firm of mind. A man not afraid to show passion for the female form." The woman smiled, leaning forward as she looked over the man's muscled arms, admiring the mortal's prowess up close.

“So you need a judge for a beauty pageant?" He laughed dismissively as he finished the last bite of his cold breakfast. This wouldn't be the first time a woman had tried to pry cheap work from him with empty promises.

“This contest is more than you expect, we wish to have our sexual prowess and passions tested." She leaned forward, arms folded atop the table as she let her low cut dress reveal ample cleavage to his wandering eyes.

“And you may be just the type of man we are looking for..." She smirked, seeing his attention focusing.

“So if you are willing, you will spend a heated night with each of us, we will show you everything our bodies have to offer you. Then you will judge which of us is the greatest lover and end our feud."

Darius was silent, the proposition as unbelievable as it was tempting. He sat back, giving an audible sigh as he kept his face neutral, not foolish enough to take such words at face value.

But he could not deny the very idea was making him eager. He had been with women before, but lying with women so extravagant to arrange such a hedonistic contest? That surely would be a story for a lifetime.

“So you and your friends need a man to settle this disagreement?" He asked, prying further into her story.

“Ah yes, so this does intrigue you, human?" She leaned back in the chair, seeing his attention grabbed.

Darius's brow raised, the offer beginning to make more sense as he looked back while the woman smiled mischievously.

“Human?" He stumbled at the unusual address, confirming his suspicions of her true nature.

“Indeed, I am not as I appear, we three are demons." She confidently revealed.

“I should have suspected such a contest was the game of demons." Darius knew of the strange and powerful creatures, prone to things thought madness by many mortals. And as he looked across the table he now knew for sure she was serious.

“We do love our games, as you so call them." She laughed, seeing the man not phased by the reveal.

“And I am quite delighted to hear that is where your mind first traveled." She smiled, knowing the temptation was working its way deeper into his mortal mind every moment.

“I am not one to run headfirst into the unseen, reveal your true form if you wish for this to go any further." He leaned forward, ready to fight the demoness if she tried anything threatening.

“Of course, forgive the false skin. I needed to appear less alarming, lest you have drawn your weapon and looked quite the fool." She laughed, sitting up as she curled her body inward, head down as her arms quivered, pulling at her illusion before it tore away in a flash.

She sat back up, smiling back at the man with her real face.

Now sitting across from him was a goat like creature. She was a Satyr he was quick to identify, having studied many a bestiary.

Her goat like head was larger than a humans, a long with a thick pair of curled horns above. Under her horns a pair of floppy ears hung down, pierced by large gold rings. Her red demonic eyes and smiling snout pointed right to him. A fine, deep brown fur covered her body, small tufts of bunched fur on her elbows and chin.

And all around the patrons of the bar carried on their way, unaware of the demoness sitting among them, still hidden within her magic.

She sat tall, letting his eyes explore her. The man was quick to notice the lack of clothing covering her bare human like breasts. She quietly widened her grin as she saw his eyes sink down to her chest, curving her spine upward as she gave a mock stretch, arms reaching high over her horns to flash more of her body to him.

“Feels much better, do I look much better too?" She teased, settling back down as she folded her furry arms to let her breasts rest upon them.

“I've never actually seen such a beast..." He tried to keep his composure, not letting his guard fall too low at the sight of her shapely body.

“And you can get oh so much closer." She laughed, drawing him further in.

“What assurances can be made this is not a trap? Some complex ruse." He sat back up, determined to not let her get the better of him in this negotiation.

“I shall not touch you, I will simply speak and lead you until your full cooperation can be obtained."

He knew a demons word was binding, setting up rules and limits upon their actions. But still there was always the possibility of treachery with the twisting of words and exclusion of small details. But it would at least give a level of protection for now.

“If you are too frightful… simply walk away. Then we can find a braver, more capable man to judge our sensual skills." She grinned, already seeing his agreement before his lips opened.

“Very well… I will follow as long as I wish." He finally agreed.

“Oh yes, and we are prepared to pay you for your time with us, we know you mortals survive upon your gold." The Satyr demoness was quick to add, wanting to further sweeten the deal for the human.

“So… where are the two others?" He asked, glancing about the pub for any other disguised creatures.

“Of course! The others are very eager to meet you." She sat tall, preparing to rise.

“Lead." He stated simply, his mind occupied with hypotheticals as they both stood.

“I promise our exotic nature will be quite… invigorating to your mortal body.“ She turned her back to him and headed towards the door. He knew their specific forms mattered little. Immortal females were well known for their otherworldly feelings, giving a man pleasure beyond anything he will have experienced before. No matter their shape they were going to be something remarkable.

She was sure to keep a wide distance from the other patrons, her illusion in danger of breaking if she were to interact with any of them. He followed close behind, hearing the demonesses hooves clack against the stone path as they turned down the street.

Darius kept a hand on a sword, prepared to draw it at a moments notice as he followed the strange demoness. But as he followed his eyes fell to her rear.

Her legs were woolier than her upper body, a short goat tail at the end of her spine as the shape of human like hips swayed atop her hooved legs. Her sway was hypnotic as he watched her bare rear before him. He couldn't help but wonder what it'd feel like to press up into her demonic body. The grip on his sword grew slacker as he watched.

It was not long before they came to an abandoned house, the roof partly collapsed as the better part of a large tree lay across it, slowly sinking deeper into the broken structure.

Stepping through the doorless entrance he spotted two pairs of blood red eyes peering out from the dark corners. With the light he could see a fanged smile under one set of eyes.

He stopped just within the doorframe, remembering to take more caution as he steadied his stance.

“I see the meeting went well, Welcome human." One demoness spoke up, stepping forward on four hooves as her large equine shape stood tall. She saw eye to eye with him, just a little smaller than a full riding horse. He saw her purple hued hair glisten along with the large bladed horn upon her forehead.

“I was hoping you would be the one to agree." A second voice chimed in, a horned hellhound stepping out of the dark as her long pointed tail wagged in the low light. He looked over her dark black fur, long legs making her taller than even the largest hounds.

The female Satyr joined the two demonesses, turning about as her legs spread, giving a hint at the pair of lips between her legs.

The man looked to the canine, equine and caprine demons, their intimidating forms and red eyes peering back with a hellish energy possessed by all denizens of the infernal plane.

Yet they stood calmly, each relaxed and patient as they let the mortal study them.

He knew having four legs was common among demons, the creatures being derived from both mortal beasts and men. And dare he admit, their more exotic bodies were a source of intrigue. The promise of exploration and thrills from each of the differing bodies before him.

His initial impressions solidified the Satyr was the first to step forward again.

“Let me introduce myself. I am Scae, illusionist of clan Duress."

“I am Glorinna, the greatest of Hurinin's Mares and master of lightning!" The purple coated mare announced, posing proudly with one leg high.

“And I am Kaithir, Eternal lover of my beloved master Dar-Khernn." The hellhound bitch spoke with a submissive nod.

“Darius Keystone, veteran fighter." The man joined in, feeling a bit more at ease as time uneventfully passed. If there was going to be some betrayal, it should have happened already.

“Well, you're braver than many who would run at the mere sight of our kind." The horned mare complimented the warrior before them.

“I fear little in this world and beyond it." He spoke, standing solid before the demonesses. He was confident of his wits and strength, something that only made him more appealing to the demonesses.

“A clever one, I like your composure." The hellhound laughed, seeing an openness to the human that could prove useful.

“Oh yes, a man as strong as you does have so little to fear… how great a fighter you are." The mare stepped in again, flattering him as she gave a lidded eye and a long equine smile.

“So, what do you think, human?" The female Satyr posed, one hand slipping behind her head as the other perched upon her hip. She thrust herself forward, bare tits bouncing as the image caught the eye of the man. She grinned in an other worldly manner, letting her hips rotate as she gave a slow twirl.

Glorinna was quick to not be upstaged by her two legged rival, turning her larger body as her equine rump was presented to him. Her hips were large and round, long black tail swishing off to the side as her massive vulva pushed out just below her puffy, round anus.

The man had seen much horse anatomy in his time traveling, but no mare had quite the hind quarters as those now before him. As he looked to the equine body his male mind churned, the shapes exotic but their function quite familiar.

Her long pussy lips were jet black nestled between her violet cheeks. Squeezing as she clenched and winked to him, leaving a dribble of arousal rolling from her. Already he imagined what she would feel like to push into, to be enveloped by those massive lips as he grasped around that curvy rump.

As his eyes moved over their bodies the hellhound bitch was quick to join. Already turned about as her slender rear raised high, long tail flagging in a high arc as she invited his eyes to brace against her.

Standing out against her dark fur and gray underbelly was her deep red canine vulva. Her large swollen lips tensing up as she pulled at her muscles, letting her feminine flesh wobble before him, showing how soft and voluptuous she was.

“This is a… unique situation." He breathed out, seeing all three demonesses on display. He knew such creatures could be promiscuous, but nothing could prepare him to stand before such a sight.

“Not many men get to taste the pleasures of an immortal pussy, let alone three." The satyr moaned, pushing her hips forward as her wide fingers spread her inhuman lips to reveal a passage of warm, pink flesh. He could see that she was already wet, the warmth of her infernal body beckoning to him.

“You may touch me… if you so wish." Scae offered her bare, furred body as she stood casually before him, arms to the side to let him close.

“Yes, you may sample my most supple, strong lips before you take your plunge." The mare cooed over her shoulder, not to be left out of the offer.

“I am open to you as well, sate any curiosity your heart demands." The bitch swayed back and forth, her full lips wobbling before his eyes as she waved her whole rear.

He huffed determinedly, taking a few steps further into the broken house as he joined the demonesses. He had to fulfil his curiosity, so few were offered something so exotic.

“Oh, we are very real, Touch..." The Satyr stepped forward, gaining the mans attention as his hand lifted, the other loosening the grip on his sword.

Cautiously his fingers fell to the Satyrs side, stroking over her short fur as he confirmed she was indeed real.

Fingers moving up his palm fell against her, taking in the fine, smooth fur of her upper body before he met the underside of her breast. With little hesitation his fingers reached up, covering her pert tit as his other hand began to reach out, closing on her other tit as he boldly touched her chest.

The female Satyr smirked, hands to her sides as she pushed forward to meet the mans touch, human fingers eagerly rubbing her large areolas and erect nipples. He was brazen, groping and squeezing her ample tits.

Looking to the side she grinned wide to her competitors, feeling her victory assured as the man's fixation on her chest was stark and shameless.

Gently reaching up she gestured for him as she led his attention down her belly.

“Now that you've met the girls upstairs..." Scae whispered.

Her fur was much longer below her waist as he wordlessly let her lead him, a shaggier more animal like coat as he moved down. Passing the peak of her groin he quickly felt the touch of warm flesh as she spread her knees wider for him.

“Meet your cock's new best friend..." She cooed as his fingers found her pussy. A puffy slit with soft thin lips nestled firmly between her furry thighs. He was stunned by how pleasant her entire body was to touch, she must have bathed in very fine oils to get her coat and body to feel so delightful.

All the while his right hand held firm around her tit, caressing it every way while his other fingers pressed up against her feminine opening. It was odd to have a woman so shameless and open, but the goat headed demoness before him was certainly not like any woman he had met before.

His eyes closed as his finger dipped between her delicate folds, met with dripping heat as his eyes closed, savoring the unique feel of her inhuman body.

“It's… safe, right?" He asked, pushing deeper as her slick, hot pussy wrapped around his reaching finger.

“A demon's body can be rather intense, our pleasures much more exquisite to mortal nerves..." She cooed into his ear, voice low and seductive as she clamped herself around his finger.

“But you may cum inside of me, as many times as you desire." She moaned, feeling him press deeper for a moment.

Darius pulled his curious finger back, looking to his wet and warmed digit. He stood silent for a moment, unwilling to voice just how tempted he was to ask for a quick fuck right here and now to fully induldge his curiosity.

“Now care to sample a superior pussy?" He saw the mare's large rump push up from the side, her massive shape seeming even larger up close as she winked hard to him.

His hands changed their focus, turning towards the large equine rear as the Satyr took a reluctant step back, her arms crossing in distaine.

“I guarantee you have never felt anything like my pussy." She raised her ass high before Darius's whole hand fell against her feminine offering.

Her slit was as long as his entire hand, his fingers running down the middle of her shape as he explored her exotic body. Her lips were heavy and rubbery, growing slicker as his fingers dipped between her lips, feeling the long edge of her equine slit.

Her outer lips were firm to the touch, opening to a copious amount of tender pink flesh within.

To sate his curiosity his hand aimed forward, all four fingers pressing against her slit before they sunk in, quickly feeling her all around him.

“Wow..." He moaned, hand pushing deeper as the demonic mare easily took all his spread fingers. She eagerly encouraged him with raised tail as he pumped in and out of her exotic slit.

“A glorious shape, is it not?" She winked, squeezing about his pumping hand as his fingers kneaded the smooth hot flesh within.

He savored it for a few seconds more, her pussy a seemingly endless tunnel of warm, delicate folds to lose himself inside. A pussy so large was a wonder for him to behold, his entire arm would likely fit inside.

Pulling back he felt his whole hand dripping warm, looking to his digits as the slick heat clung between his fingers, giving his bare skin a pleasurable tingle as he huffed aloud.

“We will be quite intense… Many a man has lost himself within the gripping heat of a demoness." Came a voice from behind.

Turning it was the hellhound, the one standing the shortest among the three but sure not to be left out.

“Life is best lived upon the edge, to seize the forbidden... the exquisite." She smiled and turned about, presenting her own pussy for him. Her motion seemed so casual as the canine demon showed off her own feminine body.

She lay her forepaws down to the floor, letting her butt rise high as her long tail flagged outward. His eyes took in her very different form as she posed for his benefit.

Her rows of teets stretched down her long belly, nubs of reddish flesh pushing long from her dark fur. Following her form his eyes fell into her spread legs and the heavy triangular lips extending from her soft groin. Her tail extended higher as it curled back around to her body.

Kneeling down Darius let his hand fall to her rump, petting down her outer thigh as his eyes focused on her canine pussy as it wobbled gently at every motion of her body.

Emboldened by the tantalizing shape he let his hand slide around her muscled thigh, finding her heavy lips waiting at the peak of her groin.

"Touch..." She spoke softly, encouraging the man as curiosity led him on.

Swinging upward his fingers caught the underside of her deep red lips. He lifted the heavy shape, watching the pointed tip smosh upward as her delicate lips opened, round and soft.

He took his time examining her large and soft shape as it squashed before his eyes. He watched a bead of fluid drip down the horn of her vulva and onto his finger, hot and brimming with sexual energy like the others.

“Compared to a mortal beast my body is in an unending state of heat. I cannot wait until you get to taste what these lips have in store for you." She moaned, slowly swiveling her hips as his hand followed, watching in mesmerising awe as her lips contorted against his hand, her body now wetter and dripping as two fingers readied themselves against her triangular shape. With ease they slipped in, tasting the canine's hot embrace as her hips curled up at his touch.

“And Mr Darius, let me assure you we will do you no harm. Our quarrel is with one another." She smiled, still looking back as he curiously pumped himself in to the knuckle, watching her lips squash and stretch around his paired fingers. His pants were visibly tented, only growing firmer as he sampled each demoness, the want in him undeniable now.

“The nature of our game is to impress you. You have nothing to fear from us, and everything to desire..." She huffed, already feeling herself getting into the act as the human tried to reach deeper into her lewdly bulging lips.

“So, human… Will you enter upon this pact? You will be the soul arbiter of our contest and we all must honor your final word." The Satyr spoke up, regaining the humans attention as he looked back to the other two pairs of red eyes.

He pulled back, feeling Kaithir's pussy grasp his digits before they parted, leaving his hand still soaking and tingling from all three of the girls bodies.

“So just for three nights… and no pulling me down to your plane, no funny curse or magic trickery upon me?" He spoke aloud, wanting to put out one last assurance.

“I agree to those terms, we will treat you with the utmost care." Kaithir was first to speak, turning back around to sit up and face him.

“I second it." Scae Added, crossing her arms as she framed her tits. His eyes drifted right back to her chest as she grinned again.

“I agree also." Glorinna stepped forward, giving a gentle stomp to punctuate the deal.

“One last question… what are the aspects by which I will judge each of you?" He asked, unsure by what measures he would test them.

“The winner will be the best lover. So judge the feel of our bodies, our attentiveness to your needs and wishes. The heights of your pleasure and desire for us." Scae gestured with her inhuman hands, before one slipped back between her thighs, a long tongue licking out from her snout.

“The winner is whom most makes you feel like the stud you are." Glorinna spoke with a swish of her head, spiky mane flowing as she gave him a sultry look.

“The female who leaves the greatest impression upon you, the one who will linger within your dreams for years to come." Kaithir smiled, tail slapping eagerly against the old wood floor.

“Simple enough…" He breathed out, feeling much warmer after his first touch of the demonesses.

The three demonesses looked to the man as he ran the idea over in his head once more.

“I agree to be your judge." He gave a half smile, shifting into a more nervous grin as he saw the three female demons all smile in unison around him. Unable to shake the feeling he may be getting more than he bargained for.

“These three days will be the best of your life, One more than the others..." Scae giggled and bounced her tits, hands running down her lithe sides as the effort to tempt and impress him had no pause.

“Indeed… and I am up first." The mare stepped forward, turning to the side as she took center stage. The demonesses had already fought and decided their order, Glorinna relishing being able to be his first impression with immortal pussy.

“We are gonna have a lot of fun, you can rut me all night, with that big beautiful cock of yours." She grinned, moving closer as Darius felt the reality of his agreement barreling down on him.

With one last step of her hooves the dark mare was right in his face, a huff of warm breath blowing over him as he prepared himself.

“Not yet human, your time with each of us begins at sundown and ends at sunrise." Scae was sure to remind the pair, having drawn second and not wanting to give any advantage to the rival mare.

“Be sure you rest well, you're going to want to spend every minute inside of me." Glorinna reached out with her long snout, whispering into his ear with an err of promise.

“And the next day, eat, sleep and all those other things you mortals do so you are ready for me." Scae added, seeing his eyes fall back to her for the moment.

“I can get my room at the inn back if I am quick..." The man thought aloud, realizing he would need to wait to let out his pent up arousal.

“Come to the lake at sundown, there I will be waiting for you." Glorinna teased, shaking her hips before the man stepped back to leave.

“So... not until sundown...." Darius repeated, heading out of the ruined building as the sunlight hit him again.

He gave a long sigh, hand running through his hair as he thought forward to the upcoming night. Part of him still couldn't believe it, so much to consider as he waited for the sun to fall.

The fighter was no stranger to night jobs, getting his rest now would be wise. He would need his strength to make love to a demoness, something that could drain him far more than any previous labors.

He just hoped he could hold up for the three nights with these wild females. But he knew one way or another, he was going to have one hell of a tall tale to tell.

After he left the three demonesses turned to one another.

“Well, after that I am even more certain." Glorinna stamped the floor, remembering the humans audible awe at her body, leaving his hand dripping.

“Did you not notice the one he touched first? How his eyes kept drifting to these beautiful shapes?" Scae taunted, bending forward as her thick nailed hands groped at her own breasts, squeezing them as she flaunted her unique endowments among the three.

“Please… he will get over those feeble things, my pussy is the grandest a mortal could ever wish for!" Glorinna dismissed, having her own pair of teets to show if the man was so inclined.

“You need to raise your standards above the thick skulled brutes your clan calls males. I will be the one he names best lover." Scae confidently boasted.

The Satyr and mare continued to squabble, stopping just short of physical confrontation as per their deal. All the while Kaithir sat quietly to the side, happily wagging her long tail. Kaithir knew a human male before. An unlikely rogue her sister Lillin had fallen for, the mortal holding great passion for his demoness.

She had watched the man and her sister's passions intently as they made love before her whole clan. And then she would lay with her sisters and listen as Lillin recounted their journey while the man slept exhausted against her body. How he had fallen for her and she for him, Kaithir had envied her sister ever since. He was so focused, so dedicated and impassioned with his chosen hellhound, the mortal holding a surprising drive she was beginning to understand.

“Mphh, thats is if there's much left of his lusts by the time I am done with him!" Glorinna stomped again, the bright eyed mare showing her disdain for the two legged goat.

“And poor Kaithir, We'll have left him a drooling mess by the time he gets in her paws." Scae scoffed, redirecting her frustration towards the hellhound.

“Oh, yes, I did lose that little bet between us." She continued to sit calmly.

“Ha, such a puny creature! I pity you!" The mare grunted, looking down to the quite sizeable canine.

“It certainly is a predicament." The dark coated hellhound sighed out, leaving a hint of a smile upon her face.

“Very well, may the best, most beautiful of us prevail!" Scae proclaimed, ending their bickering as they each snuck off to prepare for their own night with the lucky mortal.

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Author's Notes: Hope you enjoyed this intro chapter! No full on sex yet but I am posting the first chapter right away since this was a shorter, teasier fair then my usual.

But it seems I just cannot get the demonesses off my mind! This one was inspired by the greek myth the Judgment of Paris, where three goddesses have a contest to determine whom is the most beautiful. I thought a more carnal, demonic twist on it would be fun. And this is my first opportunity to do non canines! I know for me it's basically sacrilege but a little diversion can be fun.

I really do want to do more with Lillin's clan, kids and the other demons in the future, the magic and adventure aspect gives so many creative opportunities to explore. Let me know what you think and want to see!

And if you missed the original series, you can find it here! https://www.sofurry.com/browse/folder/stories?by=417518&folder=66187