Ralph ran on tiptoe out of his house, embraced by the darkness of the night, while his parents slept. The little leopard had stolen a book from his mother's library that had been attracting his attention for several weeks because of its strange cover: with metal reliefs, hard covers, strange figures and a slight aroma of burnt bread. The boy, barely nine years old, had decided that he would satisfy his curiosity that night.

When the little feline entered the shed, which was located at the back of the yard, he turned on the light, dusted off his father's work table and dropped the heavy book, then looked for a high bench on which to sit to begin his research.

The first thing that caught Ralph's attention were the jaws carved on the cover, it looked like the mouth of a rather sinister fish that held the boy's gaze captive for a long while until he decided to open the book. When the leopard grabbed the cover to turn it to the left, it was impossible for him to lift it, leading him to turn the book over and try with the other cover, but he could not open it either. This frustrated the boy, as it seemed as if the pages were tightly glued together, forming a single block of useless paper, making him think he had simply stolen an ornament. But the adrenaline of doing something completely forbidden pushed him to keep trying, awakening in his mind a strange idea, which seemed totally foreign, that perhaps there was a hidden button with which to open the book, leading the boy to run both hands all over the cover until a hidden edge between the reliefs made a small wound in one of his fingers.

Immediately, Ralph pulled his hands away and sucked on the cut on his finger as he watched the blood that had been left on the cover slowly move down a trough in the relief, making its way to the center of the cover. When the thick liquid, which seemed to be driven by an invisible force, reached the fish's mouth, it sank into the leather and disappeared without leaving a stain. A couple of seconds later, the book opened on its own.

“'Cool!” exclaimed the feline.

Bringing his face close again, the boy found colorful lettering and detailed drawings, all in an unfamiliar but curiously catching language. Ralph began to turn the pages slowly, focusing simply on the dark drawings surrounded by text, until he came to a page with a different color and which, to the boy's surprise, was in his own language.

“Invocation of Halfmoon the Predator?” the boy muttered.

A sudden shudder made the leopard close his eyes immediately and, when he opened them again he found the pages completely changed, the text was still the same but now it looked much friendlier: the letters had gone from a crimson italic to a rainbow print, the additional dark drawings that occupied small gaps were now smiley faces and shamrocks, and the main drawing that occupied an entire spread where a squirming goat monster could be seen, went from a neat hyperrealism to a relaxed cartoon style. This radical change in appearance reassured the child and allowed him to continue reading.

“Do you want an amazing friend? Halfmoon is waiting for you, all you have to do is draw a little picture on the floor and follow the instructions to invite him to play. Halfmoon will be your best friend and will give you a great gift after you finish having fun...” read Ralph carefully, opening his eyes wide with excitement and smiling as he saw the little drawing of Halfmoon, a little goat that looked like magic.

“The first thing you'll need is a piece of chalk of any color...”

The leopard thought for a moment, got down from the bench and started looking on a shelf until he found a small box of colored chalk, put them down on the work table and continued reading.

“...You will also need: a jewel, a handful of ash, and a piece of paper...”

With his eyes, the boy looked around for the things the book asked for but found none of them. At that instant, in one of the margins of the page he had been reading, a small, very detailed drawing of a house with people sleeping in it appeared, giving Ralph a great idea.

The feline came out of the shed and, with great care, went back into his house. Amidst the darkness, the boy opened a small box in which his mother hid some rings and necklaces she had inherited from his grandmother, then picked up some ash left on the stove, and finally tore a page from the notebook he used for school.

Ralph hurried back to the shed, set the three items aside and, while catching his breath, continued reading.

“...The next step is to use the chalk to draw on the ground the following circle with a star inside and add the following words to it...”

The leopard grabbed the book, climbed down from the bench, picked up the box of chalk and knelt down to copy the drawing as best he could, taking quite a while to write the strange words indicated by the text.

“...You are now close to inviting Halfmoon to your home. Now you must place the jewels and ash in the indicated places...”

Carefully, the child placed the rings and necklace at one end of the star, and the handful of ash at the opposite end. Excitement invaded Ralph's heart, there were now only two items left on the list of instructions.

“... Well done, next you must strip...”

Ralph found this strange, but he had got that far, so he decided to continue. He took off his overalls, T-shirt, pants and underpants. It was quite cold, so before reading the last instruction he turned on the electric heater. He was very excited to meet Halfmoon.

“... Finally, repeat these words aloud while placing your hands on the chalk circle...”

Those strange words sounded like a tongue twister, Ralph held the book close to the circle so he could repeat them aloud, because there was no way he could remember them. As he placed his hands on the circle, he felt a very strong warmth emanating from the center. The boy's excitement could be seen on his face, which showed a birthday boy's smile, quite disturbing.

“Invoco te, Crescent, et per... perditionem et perditionem oni... omnium vivorum: malicto... maledictionem mortuorum est.”

The lamp on the stove exploded. That frightened the little feline, who was about to run, but something petrified him. Orange flames surrounded the objects and ignited the chalk strokes in the drawing, rising and dancing in the air, gradually turning blue as they swirled on themselves and compacted into a sphere. It was like a full moon that suddenly split in two like the shell of an egg, and from within it emerged a black figure, with pointed orange horns, red eyes and a colossal size compared to the body of the little boy.

The terrifying beast woke up with a growl and stood up. It was a male goat, completely naked, like Ralph, and with sharp claws that glowed like glowing coals.

“The hour of death is upon you...” as his demonic eyes rested on the little leopard, Halfmoon scratched his head. And, with obvious annoyance he said, “How could such a small child summon me?”

The demon's eyes focused on the book beside Ralph. All the warning signs that might make an adult's blood run cold, to the child were nothing more than little colored lights dancing on the paper.

“Wow, you're amazing,” the feline murmured, looking up to watch his new friend's face.

Halfmoon ignored the compliment and picked up the book, then said quietly, “What's this supposed to be? Oh... no, I know what's going on here.”

The goat demon drew two descending lines of fire with his claws, then three more crossed from left to right. Between each box that had been formed by the flames, numbers appeared. Halfmoon dialed 666 and a dial tone was heard in the room: tuu...tuuu...tuuu... tuuu....

“Hello, infernal affairs, how can I help you?” said a cold, female voice, which seemed to come from everywhere.

“Hello, yes, put me through to Baphomet,” replied Halfmoon in annoyance, as he sat on the floor, legs crossed.

“Baphomet went on vacation two millennia ago,” the operator replied.

“Well, then get me whoever's in charge of mortal public relations... Right now!” the demon raised his tone.

Ralph could do nothing but watch the situation, marveling: magical goats being born from flaming moons and phone calls with no phones.

“Hello, mortal PR department, what do you need?” asked another voice, male this time.

“May I ask who was the pervert who adapted the summoning spell for a child to do?” asked Halfmoon who, without waiting for an answer continued speaking, “I'm here with a ten year old boy...”

“Nine,” Ralph hastened to correct.

“Nine years old! What's the minimum age?” shouted the goat demon.

“We eliminated the minimum age two hundred years ago on the recommendation of BlackRock, JP Morgan and Monsanto, to go along with the CEO's new slogan: doom does not discriminate,” explained the worker.

“Well... I'm sorry but I'm not going to cause chaos and destruction in front of a child who doesn't even know how to masturbate,” protested the demon.

“I understand... we're sorry to hear that. Please remember to make any complaints and suggestions in due time and manner. The next stockholders' meeting will be in seventy-four years. Until then, you must obey the rules or you will be fired,” the operator replied.

“No no no! Get me your superior!” shouted Halfmoon.

Immediately the dial tone was heard...it had cut him off. The demon growled in anger and slapped his forehead.

The little leopard sat down in front of the huge male and stared at him for a moment before asking, “What is masturbating?”

Halfmoon opened her eyes wide as he realized the little nuisance was still there.

“Yeah, you said I don't know how to masturbate... What's that?” the boy asked again.

“It's... when you grab your dick and jerk it until it feels good,” the demon replied, hoping that raw information was the most effective way to explain it.

The little feline grabbed his penis and wiggled it back and forth and asked again, “Like this? I'm just ticklish.”

“No no, you have to gently grab it by the middle and move it out and in,” the goat continued to explain.

“How long?” asked Ralph again.

“Well...that depends on the person. When I was in college, my roommate took about 150 years to finish,” Halfmoon recalled aloud.

“But if it took that long he'd get old... “ said the little leopard.

“We demons don't age the same way you do,” explained the male goat.

“What's a demon?” asked the boy.

“I'm not going to get into explaining those things... Do you have the exchange paper?” asked Halfmoon.

“Exchange paper? I don't understand,” continued the feline.

“Look... Remember the book asked you to keep a piece of paper handy?” said the demon.

“Ooh, yes! Here I have it,” replied the boy, picking up from the floor a piece of paper he had reached for before giving the invocation.

“There you have to write down what you want me to do and I'll take your... You know what? Just write what you want me to do and give me the paper, I don't plan to charge you anything, you're too young to have an appetizing taste,” the goat explained.

Ralph nodded, took the paper and a crayon, wrote what he wanted and handed the paper to the huge monster.

“Be friends forever?” read Halfmoon before the paper was consumed in orange flames, then he grabbed his head with both hands and grunted in annoyance.

“What's wrong?” asked the boy, worried that he had asked something inappropriate.

“Nothing important... just that we just made a binding contract for your lifetime and it was... for free,” said the goat, in a rather regretful tone.

“Does that mean we are indeed going to be friends?” the little leopard asked again.

“Yes... we will be friends,” growled the demon.

“Yay!” celebrated the boy, raising his fist high in the air.

“You'd get along great with old demons...” muttered Halfmoon.

“Mom has always said I get along great with the elders,” Ralph replied.

“I don't doubt that...”

“Hey, now that we're friends, let's do that masturbation thing together,” said the leopard.

“If there's no choice...” growled the demon.

“Cool!”

Halfmoon dropped his butt heavily to the ground, spreading his legs apart and patting next to him before commanding, “Come here.”

The boy obeyed his new friend and stood next to the huge goat, paying attention to every move the demon made.

Halfmoon grasped his penis with one hand and the boy's with the other, masturbating them both in a quiet rhythm, breathing deeply as he thought of the years ahead of him accompanying this mortal who had unknowingly bound him to this plane for quite some time.

“Hmmm... Halfmoon, you have soft hands,” the boy murmured, as he watched and felt the huge hands of the goat male carefully masturbating his small penis.

“Thanks, after a few hundred years it's important to have a good hydrating cream,” replied the goat.

“Your weenie gets just as long as my daddy's,” Ralph pointed out as he watched the adult male's long, thin rod of flesh stretch out of its sheath.

“ Boy, you shouldn't see your daddy naked...” reproached the demon.

“Why?” asked the little feline.

“Because... Bah, forget it,” growled Halfmoon.

The demon continued to masturbate them, precum soaking abundantly into his hand and crotch, already feeling his ejaculation building swiftly due to the years he had gone untouched.

“Boy, suck my cock,” the huge male commanded.

“Nooo...gross,” Ralph refused.

“Aren't we friends?” asked Halfmoon, holding back as he took increasingly shaky breaths.

“Well... yes,” replied the little feline, not taking his eyes off that long, strong red penis.

“Friends always help each other, now I need you to suck my dick,” the goat repeated.

The kid nodded and, taking a few steps towards his new friend until he had that long penis in front of his face, he carefully grabbed it with both hands and stuck the tip in his mouth. The first thing Ralph felt was a gush of salty, slimy liquid that bathed his little tongue and which, as he felt a second gush, he hastened to swallow.

“That's it... take a deep breath, I'm almost done,” the demon growled, releasing the boy's penis to hold him by the head.

The leopard listened to what the adult was saying without understanding what he was referring to, as the long rod of flesh advanced inside his mouth slowly, spitting out another stream of the salty liquid every few seconds, getting dangerously close to his throat.

“Ooh swallow it! Swallow it all!” moaned Halfmoon, as he felt the tingle at the base of his penis.

The demon's hips gave a thrust against the boy's muzzle, causing his long penis to sink all the way down the throat of the surprised leopard, who opened his eyes wide at the strange, spontaneous sensation. Immediately, Ralph felt the caprine member begin to pulse inside his mouth, as the uncomfortable meat tube deposited a large load of demonic semen into his stomach.

When Halfmoon let go of the boy's head, he reared back, collapsing to the ground on his backside. The feline was breathing heavily, his eyes were watery and his belly looked slightly swollen.

“Good job, kid... it's been several centuries since any mortal swallowed all my cum,” the demon complimented, stroking the little mortal's head.

“Did you pee inside me?” asked the leopard, with some disgust as he stroked his swollen belly.

“No, it's not pee... when you masturbate, you eventually end up ejaculating... releasing milk which is called semen,” the goat explained.

“Why?” the boy asked again.

“Hmm... I'll explain later,” growled the demon.

“Halfmoon... I'm sleepy,” muttered the little leopard.

“Then let's go to sleep,” said the male goat.

“But my parents will be scared to see you, I guess...besides, you're too big to get into my bed,” said Ralph.

“Don't worry, I have an idea,” the demon replied.

Orange flames, which emitted no heat, surrounded Halfmoon causing the large demon to change shape and shrink in size to a small stuffed goat.

“Wow, Halfmoon you're awesome!” celebrated the little guy, who picked up his new friend from the ground and hugged him.

After that, Ralph picked up his clothes, got dressed, cleaned the pentagram he had drawn on the floor, took the summoning book and returned home. In his parents' bedroom, the boy carefully put down the book and quickly slipped away to his room.

The little leopard crawled into his bed, cuddled his stuffed animal and gave him a little kiss on the muzzle, trying to ignore the discomfort of the warm sperm still lodged in his little stomach, reminding him of the bountiful Christmas feast.

“I love you so much, Halfmoon,” Ralph whispered before closing his eyes and squeezing his new friend's soft fur tightly.

The stuffed goat's eyes flashed with fury as he thought again of all the time he would be spending with this mortal. Although, thinking positively, he could use these decades to have some fun. After all, what's the limit for a demon goat in the mortal realm?