Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrlllllll. 

Walking along a dusty road on the outskirts of Demonstone, DD rubs his stomach. Dressed in only a pair of tattered brown shorts and an equally torn white shirt, his hooves kick up clouds of dust and send tiny pebbles skipping in front of him. The ten year old imp boy grimaces. It’d been only a few days since he’d left the “homebase” of Los Vidaritañios, a gang that stationed themselves outside of the city. He’d grown bored of seeing the same thing, day after day: the same rundown plastered walls, the same broken cloudy windows, the same scuffed dirty floors, the same boring old men. 

“I don’t need ‘em!” the ten year old boy shouts up to the ashy blue sky. Up there, the faintest glimmer of a crescent moon hung, nearly swallowed up by the light of the sun. “I can get along just fine on my own!” The words that pushed him to leave in the first place still echo in his head. “You’re too little to travel! You’ll just get hurt.” DD sneers, mimicking in a derisive tone. Those were the words that Carlos Bilbao had said just a couple of days ago that incensed the little imp so much that he’d gathered what little things he had into a small backpack and set out on the road with only a few snacks and a waterskin to last him until he got to Demonstone proper. 

Except, DD didn’t know how to get to Demonstone. He knew it was by the shore, where there would be boats to take him away from this boring place, but he didn’t know what direction the shore was. What was supposed to be a single day’s journey had turned into three, and his supplies didn’t even last him one. The late summer tropical sun beat down on him, the desert heat sweltering to any normal person. Maybe it was luck that DD wasn’t really normal. 

Near the end of the second day, DD had found this dusty old road, and followed it. He could feel it deep in the pits of his growling stomach; a fear, percolating, squashed down but building in tumultuous anxiety. “I’m fine!” he shouts out to himself. “I’ll be okay.” That was a bit quieter. This was the right way, right? Maybe he should turn around?

Maybe it was blind luck that his stubbornness won out. Three hours later, he sees faint specks in the distance. Buildings. Demonstone! He just had to make it there and find something to eat and drink, and then he’d be fine. Everything would be totally awesome! DD picks up his pace a little. His goals flash before him, pushing him. He had to do it!

The sky had turned a deep violet from the scar by the time the imp’s hooves reach the boundary between the desert and Demonstone proper. The imp breathes heavily, his elation fading quickly as he looks around. The buildings here weren’t any better than the ones he’d run from. They were ugly and squat, built for function, almost brutal and blocky in design. Carlos had told him a couple of years ago that Demonstone was a mining town, but as the valuables slowed, so did trade. The town was dying. DD hadn’t believed him then. A port city was supposed to be lively and exciting! 

He was disappointed.

With it being the evening, only a couple of dozen people mill around. DD sniffs the air. Food. Right now, what he really needs was food. And something to drink, too! After ten minutes of searching, he stumbles upon a food stall nearly about to close for the evening. The lone boar working there had just placed a sign stating they were closed. No! Not when he was so close to a good meal! 

And so DD strides up to the food cart. “Um, hi, Mister! Do you have any leftovers and water I can have?” he says in his best goody-two-shoes voice. Adults were suckers for vulnerable kids, but DD wasn’t like most kids. “I’m really, really hungry and I don’t have any money…” It was true. The imp didn’t have a copper to his name. 

The boar gives a cursory glance back and down as he continues to clean his station. “Beat it kid, stall’s closed,” he said, his voice deep and gruff. “I ain’t doing handouts.”

DD pouts and folds his arms. Some adults were just like that. No matter. The imp has something for those types as well. With the boar’s back turned, he doesn’t see the subtle manifestation of DD’s power, a faint reddish-black magic circle that spins around him. “Pretty please? You sure you don’t have anything you could spare?” he asks, his voice reverberating with a hint of authority and causing the air around them to tremble. 

The boar turns around and faces him now, a contemplative look on his muzzle. “Well, I think I have something here for you,” he says with a smile. DD matches it, though what the boar mistakes for joy is actually satisfaction. DD wasn’t normal. Not only did he possess abilities to affect the mind and bend people to his will, he had great affinity with fire and ice. Perhaps that is what saved him during the trek through the desert. The boar digs around and ten seconds later, the boar hands DD a plate full of cured meat sandwiches as well as a carton of water. “Here you go! On the house!”

“Thanks, Mister!” DD says as he takes the plate and water before immediately sprinting full speed away. Just as he turns the corner behind one of the blocky grey buildings, he hears a roar of anger and a slew of curses. That was the bad thing about the weaker charms. Whoever got charmed figures it out after a couple of minutes, so you have to get in and get out fast!

As soon as he was certain he was safe, DD sits down in a small alley cramped with broken pallets and waste bins. The sandwiches were cold and the bread a little stale, but even then, the imp can’t keep from drooling in anticipation of that first bite. And that bite was heavenly, indeed, the water so refreshing, and all of it over all too soon. As he swallows the very last bite, a wave of satisfaction washes over him. “I told you I could do it…” he says, looking up towards the sky, fighting the urge to drift to sleep. It was a fight he lost. Eventually the deep violet gave way to darkness, and the little imp, his stomach full and his thirst quenched, slips into a deep slumber.

That is, until an hour later, he’s woken up by a large hand clasping his shoulder and shaking him roughly. “Eh?! Finally found you, you little pipsqueak! Then you can just run off on me like that, eh?!”

“H-Huh?” His head was filled with fog and it takes a moment for DD’s blurry eyes to focus. Dumbly he looks up to see the boar from earlier glaring down at him. “Oh shit!” A wave of panic rushes through him and his eyes dart around for an escape. Instead, he sees two other people, men, one a rat, the other some kind of feline, both standing at the entrance of the alley. Even if he could get away from the boar, he’d have to somehow get past those two. “H-Hi, guys? What’s up?” he asks with a nervous laugh.

“You little fucker!” The boar grips DD’s other shoulder with his free hand and hoists the imp up into the air until they were looking each other right in the eye. DD’s hooves hang helplessly dangling in the air. “I don’t know what kind of fucked up magic you used on me, but it ain’t gonna work anymore! You’re gonna pay up, kid.” 

“H-hey, I-I’m sorry, dude, I was just hungry, okay?” DD says apologetically. “If I had money, I’d totally have paid the normal way, okay? I just, you know…” The voice of Carlos echoes in his mind, and he tries hard not to grimace. “L-Look, I can make it up to you, promise!” he says quickly after. “I got stuff I can do… I-I’ll trade you it if you don’t hurt me… a-and maybe give me a place to sleep and food until a boat comes? Uh, m-my name’s DD. What’s yours?” Behind his back, DD crosses two fingers. It was a risky play, and if it didn’t work, he’d be in even more trouble. A stronger charm, this one more subtle in nature, could save him or could make things so much worse.

Confusion crosses the boar’s face. More than anything, he wanted to smash this kid’s face in. Sure, the food was leftovers and wouldn’t have made him any money, but it was about principle. Yet deep within the recesses of his mind was a small inkling of interest and intrigue. “What could a fucking urchin like you do?” he growls, his grip tightening.

DD winces. It hurt but not too badly. “W-Well… I-I could make you guys feel good. Real good, you know?” He licks his chops. “I’m real good at it. Better than you’ve ever had before, I bet! You know, Mister.” The imp could feel the boar’s grip slacken just slightly. That was a good sign. A really good sign. Already, he could feel himself starting to get excited.

“Dominic,” the boar says, and slowly starts to set DD back down. The moment those hands left his shoulders, DD’s steps forward, his own hands rubbing the boar’s crotch. Dominic gives a lecherous sneer and places one hand on DD’s head, looking back at his compatriots. “Looks like we got ourselves a little toy here.” Looking back down at the imp boy, he grabs DD’s chin and forces it up. “Food and bedding, that’s what you want, right kid?” When DD gives a strained nod, Dominic’s sneer widens. “Alright. You do exactly what we say, and we won’t have any problems. You talk back or use any of that weird magic, and you’ll get what’s coming to ya.”

The boar roughly releases DD’s chin, who rubs it before nodding again. It was hard to keep from mumbling ‘a bit late for that’, but eventually he manages a “Y-yeah, I got it. N-no magic.” The two other men step aside, and as Dominic walks through, he motions DD to follow. The imp obeys, his hand gripping his backpack. Not shivering was getting more and more difficult. The fear only made his excitement that much more prominent. The two slink down through the city, heading into one of the rougher looking blocky buildings. The grey stone was blackened from what looked like a pretty bad fire earlier in the building’s life. The inside wasn’t all that spectacular, either. A table, a few chairs, and three mattresses with unkempt sheets and storage chests lining the wall were all that was inside. “You guys live here?” he asks. Despite being rundown and plain, it still wasn’t all that different from what they had back at homebase, though there was maybe a little less broken glass and a few more beer and wine bottles there.

“Home, sweet home,” the rat says, closing the door after the four of them had come in. “Javier. A place to crash when we’re not working.” He walks by DD and cups a finger under the imp’s chin. “Good place to have fun, too. So, we’re here. Why don’t you show us what a kid like you can do to, what’d he say, ‘make us feel really good’?” Javier sits in a chair and spreads his legs. “Dibs, by the way.”

“You fucker,” Dominic says with a laugh, joined by the feline. “Fine, but I’m gonna be the one to break him.”

DD swallows and gingerly steps near the rat. The man wore leather slacks fastened by a belt and buttons. With his small hands, DD cautiously unfastens the belt and undoes each button. One, two, when the third is undone, a wave of musk washes over the imp. “Ha-haa…” he stammers, trying to stifle a moan. Carlos had said one of his parents must’ve been some kind of incubus or succubus. He didn’t know for sure, but one thing was certain. The smell of man drove him wild. 

Fishing down Javier’s underwear, DD drools at the sight. Even flaccid, the rat’s cock was about the size of DD’s palm, uncut, with the tiniest hint of pre building at the tip. When the imp’s soft padded hands wrap around it and he draws it into his mouth, he feels that cock grow more firm and longer, too. At first he can fit the whole things easily into his muzzle but as Javier grew more erect, soon DD feels his muzzle stretching. 

The imp pulls off that cock and kisses the tip. His little tuft for a tail wags. The scent was just so much, so good. DD nuzzles against it, licks it, dots kisses all around. “Y-you’re big,” he murmurs. It’s not a lie. Besides maybe Carlos and a few others, this rat was maybe in the top five in size. He slathers his tongue up and down, his paws working the base of the shaft and the rat's pair of peach-sized balls. “You smell so good…”

“Yea, well, I’m still waiting for you to show me what you can do. I thought you were gonna make us feel good, right, DD?”

“I-I’m gonna!” the imp says looking up with a determined pout and brushing his dark hair out of the way of his eyes. His orange-yellow irises, accented by his black sclera, glisten with desire. In a huff, and driven by both lust and impatience, the imp pulls back, opens his maw, and dives down on to the rat’s thick cock. Fully hard, he could get in about half before it starts pushing the back of his throat. 

He tightens his lips around and begins to bob his head. The sound of sucking with the occasional moan slipping from DD bounces around the room. The imp doesn’t stop when he feels Javier place a hand on his head, the purlicue wrapped around one of his horns. Instead, he doubles his efforts, massaging with his tongue, twisting it around, doing whatever he can to get Javier to moan.

Yet, still, the rat hadn’t made a sound, and by this time, DD had totally focused his efforts. He didn’t notice when Javier placed his other hand on DD’s head. “Good, kid. But I’m gonna need a little more!” 

DD’s eyes go wide as Javier pulls his head down with a surprising amount of force. The rat’s cock slams the back of his throat and keeps pushing and pushing until down it slips! The imp gives a panicked whine but like this, he can’t do anything as Javier pushes deeper and deeper. The imp’s throat bulges. He can’t breathe! DD tries to pull back, but Javier just keeps him there, pushing deeper and deeper. DD’s struggles start to slacken and only once the imp stops struggling does Javier pull back and out. DD collapses forward, coughing, tears in his eyes, but fresh air entering his lungs. 

After giving the imp a moment to catch his breath, Javier pulls DD back down onto his dick, this time thrusting his hips up in time with his tugs down on the imp’s head. The rat’s pelvis bludgeons the imp’s snout, and DD can only close his eyes and focus on breathing as he’s facefucked for the first time in his life. It’s hard for him to move or even think, and his body slumps against the chair as Javier fucks his mouth.

“Fuck, this is a good mouth. Tighten up for me. There you go. Nice, boy. Keep it nice and tight.” Javier’s coos bounce in DD’s addled mind. The rat’s rate speeds up, and DD can feel him start to tense. He feels that cock heat up and start throbbing and just a moment later, DD’s eyes shoot open as his muzzle fills with hot sticky cum. Javier pulls out and lets his cock paint DD’s snout and hair. “Oh fuck…”

“You good, man?” the feline asks, patting the rat on the shoulder.

“Hell ya. Just been a while, Alonzo. Soft fuckin’ tight throat on this kid, too. Took it like a champ.”

DD slumps there, head resting on the seat of the chair between Javier’s legs. His head buzzed with static. It isn’t until he’s scooped up that he realizes he’s being spoken to. “H-Huh?”

Dominic was carrying him. “I said, time for the next round. Alonzo’s gonna have some fun with you, then it’ll be my turn.” The boar drops him on the mattress, and DD grunts. “Alright, go on. Strip for us. Show us a show.”

“S-strip?” DD slurs. His head was still hazy. “O-Okay…” Rising unsteadily, his hooves causing the mattress to screech in protest, DD begins to disrobe. Normally, he could afford something more seductive to get his audience in a mood, but thinking was too hard. He slowly slides off his shirt, exposing more of his deep maroon fur. There, on his navel, a marking not unlike that of a frilly heart, glows with a gentle violet hum, not unlike the scar in the sky. Next come the pants, held up just by a twine rope. He undoes that, and the shorts slip right off, exposing his very excited erection and fuzzy sac no bigger than a small plum tucked in close right underneath the base of DD’s cock. 

Alonzo grins and steps near the small imp, a deep purr vibrating in his chest. Out of the three men, he was the tallest, and his hands were large even compared to the other men DD had played with. When Alonzo’s fingers start exploring his body, his claws leaving furrows through the imp's fur, DD finds himself trembling. He can feel the cat’s purr through his whole body. Was he scared? No, but he’d never felt so exposed before. “W-what are…?” he starts to stammer.

“Just inspecting the goods. Now this is an interesting marking,” Alonzo says, his voice mesmerizing, bouncing in his head. A claw traces the outline of the imp's marking. “What is it? Where does it come from?”

“I-I dunno…” DD closes his eyes and curls his hands to his chest. The cat’s big paws kept exploring him, and the more they did, the more naked and vulnerable DD felt. They traced everywhere, leaving no place sacred: the back of his knees, the sides of his waist, up the length of his cock, over his nipples, around his chin, down his arms, between his fingers, everywhere. DD’s knees start to knock and when again Alonzo cups his balls, he can’t help but bleat. “B-baaa-aaaa….”

“Oh, now that was adorable,” Alonzo purrs, and though DD’s fur hides it, his cheeks and ears flush. The cat licks his chops with all the deliberation of a predator stalking his prey. “Now, let’s see what this little morsel tastes like, hmm?” He stalks around DD, grabbing and steading the goat by both arms, and letting his fangs graze through the soft fur around the imp’s neck and shoulder. 

“Pl-please,” the imp whimpers, his tail hiked and his cock twitching. The sensations were so much. Each touch brought him close to the edge, but never crossing it. Over and over again, he was brought to the brink, and even now, his dick leaked a sweet-smelling pre. “I-I’m close… pl-please give me a little more?”

“But why would I want to do that?” Alonzo asks with a cruel grin, one paw releasing DD’s shoulder to trace down his body, drawing the back of a finger against DD’s cock. “You want this?” he asks, wrapping his thumb and index finger around the shaft and giving it three small and gentle jerks. When DD cries out an affirmative, Alonzo releases his grip on that shaft. “Oh, but we have the whole night to go. You want to make us feel really good, right? Then don’t you dare touch it!”

“B-But…” the young imp whimpers. He was so close. He’s nearly painted the mattress six times already, but each time the cat would shift away, never giving him that result. “Please? W-what m-more do I have to do?”

“Oh, well, that depends on Dominic,” Alonzo purrs. Still holding on to DD with one hand, his other slides up the back of his thigh, between his legs, across his scrotum and finally resting right on the bud of his ass. “How many guys you sleep with, kid?” he asks, pressing in gently, not near enough to penetrate, even despite DD instinctively pushing back against him.

Giving a frustrated whimper, DD pouts. “I-I dunno… s-sometimes it’s ano…anonomus…anonymous…”

“You like getting fucked, kid?” The imp nods. “You wanna get fucked?” DD nods again. “You wanna get fucked so hard you pop?” 

At that, DD looks at Alonzo with desperation in his eyes. “I-I just wanna cum! W-why’re you being so mean!” 

“Awwr, he thinks I’m being mean. No…” Alonzo leans forward until he looks DD square in the eyes. They were deep, piercing, and so golden. DD quivers before them. “You don’t know what ‘mean’ even is.” A pop of a cap opening catches DD’s attention and he turns to see Dominic pouring a bit of lubricant on to his fingers. The boar had taken off his shirt, exposing his thick, muscular body. His thick upper arms seemed like they were bigger than DD’s whole torso! Alonzo grabs his head and forces DD to look back at him. “So here’s what you’re gonna do. You’re gonna get on your hands and knees, and you’re gonna hike up that pretty little tuft of yours. Got it?”

The imp boy nods before dropping down to his hands and knees. He hadn’t noticed before but the mattress stunk of sweat and sex and was covered in stains. He feels two fingers slide between his cheeks and push at the ring of his ass, sliding through with hardly any resistance. It was too hard, DD couldn’t keep from moaning. His fingers tighten around the sheets of the bed. Those fingers were thick, and somehow, DD’s body felt even more sensitive. As those two fingers and eventually a third explore his depths, the imp shivers and gasps. He can feel the pressure building, more and more, as one digit presses down against his prostate. “Pl-please…”

But instead, those fingers pull back, and DD feels empty. He looks down at the bed, ears flopped forward, hair hanging. He feels his body heaving with each breath. Why did he feel so sensitive? Was it the mark? Was it something the cat did? What did…

He feels something thick and long fall hard on his back. His eyes widen. What was that? That was too big to be a… He looks back. The boar had stripped, but DD’s eyes instead fell on to the monster that boar was packing. It was girthy, thicker than the imp’s forearm and just as long. It shimmered with lubricant. For the first time in his short life, DD starts to tremble not with excitement, but fear. “W-wait! Th-there’s no way I can take that! Y-You’re too big!”

Dominic sneers at the imp. “You know, I wasn’t gonna fuck you, but guess what. Whatever weird spell you somehow cast without us noticing wore off. So I said you were gonna get what was coming to ya.” With that, Dominic grabs hold of DD’s waist with one hand and positions himself with the other. Then, slowly, arduously, he pushes forward.

“W-wait, please!” DD whimpers and begs but once the head of that fat dick starts to spread his hole, he feels his mind start to unravel, and he squeezes his eyes shut just trying to keep his sanity. "Fuck! Oh f-fuck! Gaaahhh!!" The stretch was so much, but more than that, as sensitive as he was, it just felt so fucking good! Inch after inch slides into him, and DD buries his head into the bed and bleats! “BA-AAAA-AAAAAAAA!!” More inches! He feels it in his belly. He feels it grinding against his prostate! How much more? How many more inches?!

When finally his cheeks sit flush against Dominic’s hips, DD lays there panting. An eye slips open and he looks down to see an outline of that thick dick pushing through his fur. Incredulous euphoria spills across his muzzle. How was that even possible? Dominic starts to pull back, and somewhere in DD’s broken mind, a hope sparks that maybe it was over. A foolish hope, proven so when the boar slams his hips forward, and DD cums on the spot! "BA-AAAAAAAAAAA!"

“You fucking brat, did I say you could cum?!” Dominic growls, grabbing DD by the back of the head and grinding it against the mattress. “No, you little slut! Now I’m getting my payment!” Dominic pulls back and slams his hips forward again, all the while DD’s body clinches and writhes beneath him. Each thrust was full and brutal, and the little imp whimpers, pants, and moans all the while. What little sense he had remaining had been scrambled by his orgasm, and with Dominic busy rearranging his insides, DD could do nothing by drool and cry. Tears roll freely down his cheeks, soaking into the mattress.

At some point, what pain he felt from that large insertion fades, even with Dominic pounding away at full speed. The other men were talking, but DD couldn’t focus on it. He couldn’t focus on anything. Something taps his snout and in a hazy look, he sees Alonzo with his cock hard. He sees the cat mouth something, but he can’t understand. It isn’t until he feels a hand clap against his rump that he snaps back. With his yelp, Alonzo pushes forward, thrusting his cock into DD’s mouth.

Time lost meaning. DD stayed there, pressed between the two men. At some point, they stood, taking him with them, and DD could only jerk and twitch as the two continued to spit roast him. At some point, Dominic pulls from imp completely, only to lay on his back and pull DD back on top of him, stuffing him past capacity yet again. Alonzo grabbed DD’s head and, at this better height, began facefucking him even harder. The imp’s throat aches and his stomach burns. His eyes shake, unfocused, unseeing. Four times more he cums, each a dry blank.

The cat is the first of the two to pop. Alonzo pushes in as deep as he can go, using DD’s throat to milk himself of every drop. When he pulls free, he leaves only a tiny trail of cum. Dominic lasts a little while more. He changes position again, first laying DD on his side, and then on his back on the mattress. With that leverage, he mercilessly thrusts until finally, with a grunt and groan of satisfaction, Dominic cums.

DD can feel it, too. Every inch of Dominic’s huge dick throbs, and he can feel it swell as cum rushes up and spills into his bowels. It’s so much that the outline of the man’s cock starts to lose definition. When the boar finally pulls himself free, DD lays there, staring at the burnt cement ceiling, his body twitching. It takes a few minutes for the feeling and sense to return to him, and he gives a cum-smelling burp. “O-oh… f-f-fuck….”

“Easy there, kid, easy,” Dominic says, picking up the imp and sitting with the boy in his lap. “You know, I gotta say, I didn’t think that it’d be someone like you that could take all of me. I’m thinking it was a good idea I didn’t smash your face in when I found ya.”

DD wipes his maw which had grown slick with drool and cum. “F-fuck, you guys… fuck…that was fun…ugh….” He tries to move but just falls back against the boar.

“Hey, take it slow and get some rest. We did a number on ya. Especially Alonzo’s hypnosis. Honestly, I’m surprised you handled the whole thing. You’re pretty tough, kid.” Dominic gently takes DD’s chin and guides the boy to look at him. “But… if you ever use that magic on me again, you’ll regret it, you hear me?”

DD nods weakly. “Y-Yeah… I-I won’t, but… you’ll help me get on that boat?”

“Boats won’t be here for another two weeks, but… yea, I think we will. We’ll let you stay and feed you, too. But you’re paying for it.”