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Running her fingers over her corset, Shax admired herself in the mirror. The red leather, paired with a matching skirt, heels, and pinned-up hair, would definitely make her little fawn mad with want. But she had other plans for him first. Revealing her obsidian wings, the garnet shimmer of her feathers catching the candlelight, she stepped out of the walk-in closet and into view.

Furfur had patiently waited, bare, on his knees. He gasped when he saw her.

“Groom my wings tonight, as the good pet you are, and you might get to come for me.”

“Anything for you, Mistress.”

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Furfur stared up at the gorgeous sight of Shax. It wasn’t often she showed her wings, and to be allowed to groom them was a rare treat. He loved to serve and the sweet sounds she made when he realigned her feathers.

Shax gave him a sharp smile and lifted his chin. “A service fawn should look the part, don’t you think?” she teased.

Furfur’s face flushed. He knew what that meant.

“Get your little tartan apron and present yourself. NOW,” Shax commanded.

Five minutes later, Furfur, dressed only in a green frilly apron, wondered what else she had planned.

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At one point, Shax drifted off to sleep while Furfur worked, and when all her feathers gleamed and lay perfectly aligned, he stretched out beside her, listening to her soft snoring. Would it be a mistake to wake her? He really wanted to play tonight. Maybe she wouldn’t punish him if he used his tongue. She loved waking up with him between her thighs, and had praised him many times for it. Furfur moved down and carefully spread Shax’s legs, delving in eagerly, eliciting soft sleepy moans until her thighs locked his head in place.

“You’re a very naughty deer.”

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Caught in the act, his head clamped in place, Furfur flicked his tongue over Shax’s clit once more before flashing her a teasing smile.

“I didn’t tell you to stop!”

Furfur chuckled and resumed his efforts, making Shax buck against his mouth until she fell over the edge, but still she didn’t release him. His cock throbbed painfully as he wriggled in her grip.

“You squirm like a little snake. Perhaps I should call you that instead of my deer.”

The comparison made his face burn.

“Careful,” she teased, running her sharp red nails over his scalp. “Storks eat snakes.”

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Shax released him with a stern look and walked to the chest of drawers that held the gear they’d collected over the years. She took out a few lengths of emerald rope, enough to tie her beloved partner to the anchor points on the bedframe.

“Take off that apron. Misbehaving fawns get punished,” she demanded.

Furfur bit his lip. “Yes, Mistress.”

Shax worked carefully, tying elegant knots around his wrists and ankles, securing them one by one and checking each for perfect tension. Soon she had her pet just as she wanted him: spread out and ready for her revenge.

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“When you play with fire, be prepared to burn,” Shax whispered in Furfur’s ear.

His eyes widened as he caught the sharp scent of the liquid she dripped over his stomach and chest. He squirmed, pulling at the restraints when she sparked her finger and a thin line of fire raced across his skin. It flared bright, then vanished in an instant.

“Ouch! I thought you liked my chest hair!” Furfur mewled, a little indignant as he glanced down at the singed patch.

“Consider it a lesson. Careful, my deer. Another complaint and I’ll have to silence those pretty lips.”

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“Will those lips get a kiss before you burn the entire place down?” Furfur teased as Shax picked up a horse-bit gag to lend weight to her warning. He knew he’d be punished for it and his cock twitched in anticipation.

“You’re eager tonight,” Shax chuckled, straddling him.

“I missed this,” Furfur said, just before Shax’s lips crashed down on his into a heated kiss. Too soon, her mouth was gone, replaced by the gag and the leather straps buckled behind his head.

“Do you remember your safeword?” Shax asked.

Furfur nodded and made the hand gesture pattern.

“Good fawn.”

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Shax leaned forward with a wicked grin. “Are you ready to be driven like Crowley drives that wretched Bentley?” she purred, tracing a claw down his chest. “But you’re not a Bentley, are you, my little pet? No, you’re much sturdier. More like a… what was it?” Her smile widened as she pretended to think. “Ah, yes. A John Deere. Knows how to plough… when I let him.”

Furfur squirmed.

She chuckled, mostly to herself. The only reason she even knew the name was from a stack of stolen magazines; Farmers Weekly hadn’t survived five minutes before finding the fireplace.

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Fingers softly trailed Furfur’s cock, then gripped tighter, moving up and down, slickening his length with the pre-come that had generously spilled. He moaned loudly as saliva dripped down his chin when Shax finally lowered herself onto him in one swift motion. He pulled on the restraints, wanting to hold her, kiss her, and bring her to rapture until the morning light breached through.

Shax leaned back, canting her hips, taking delight in his obedience. “Look at you, a captured angel. Holy. Glorious.”

Furfur shuddered beneath her, unsure if she was praising or damning him, and he begged for more.

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Shax noticed Furfur’s muffled pleading as she continued with words that would see her obliterated if they ever reached Satan's ears.

“God let you go, I never will. You’re mine, not Satan’s. MINE. If you hadn’t fallen, I’d have burned down all of Heaven just to take you. Just to have you here, tied to my bed, your grey halo of curls spilling over my pillow. The prettiest angel God ever forsook. But that bitch never knew what she had, did she? Well, I do.”

Tears of joy welled in Furfur’s eyes as she continued fucking him into the mattress.

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Drifting between pleasure and the utter bliss of surrender, Furfur was brought back to earth when his restraints suddenly fell away and the gag was removed, along with the slick heat that had enveloped him. When he opened his eyes, Shax stood beside the bed, wings still on full display. She had rolled her skirt back into place and beckoned him with one finger, a sultry gleam in her eyes. He moved to sit on the edge of the bed, still a bit stiff from being bound for so long.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” Furfur murmured. He reached out to touch her, but she shook her head.

“No. You’re staying right there. You are not allowed to touch me, but as you’re so desperate, I’ll let you touch yourself. Show me what I do to you, how much you want me. But don’t you dare come without permission.”

“You’re destroying me,” he mewled, but seeing the utter happiness in Shax’s eyes filled his entire world. Knowing she would have taken him from Heaven herself, so powerful and fierce, and he knew he would have followed her anywhere.

The radio clicked on, and a soft jazz tune filled the air between them. Shax chuckled and turned, loosening the laces of her corset as she moved in time with the music. “Yes,” she said with a smirk, “that’s the point.”

He fisted his cock, still wet from Shax’s onslaught, as, one by one her clothes fell away. She danced before him, moving sensually as candlelight flickered over her naked skin. He gasped at the sight, moaning loudly when her fingers slipped between her thighs and she rubbed her clit for his eyes only. Shax bit her lip, keeping her eyes locked on him until he was desperate to come.

“Please, I can’t… I can’t…”

“Use your words, my pet.” Shax ordered, dipping her fingers inside of her entrance.

Mewling and squirming on the bed, Furfur finally managed to say, “Please… May I come, Mistress? Please.”

“Not yet, my deer. You’ll wait until I say so,” Shax teased, plunging her fingers in and out of her cunt, her wetness dripping down her thighs. She moved her hand to her mouth and slowly licked the juices of her fingers, making Furfur’s cock ache and throb in his hand.

With a wicked grin she stroked her body, one hand stayed behind, playing with her nipples, as the other slid down over her waist, until it was back between her legs, rubbing in circles as soft moans escaped her. Each time he neared the brink, and begged her for release, she eased him back, denying him, watching the strain ripple through his body.

“Please…” he begged again, trying to hold back his orgasm with all his might, feeling his balls pull up closer already.

“You’re in luck, I’m very close myself,” Shax husked. She moved closer, letting him feel her body heat without granting him the touch he craved.

Furfur’s release tore free the moment the command he’d been waiting for finally left Shax’s lips, “Come for me my pet, my heart, my sweet slave.”

“Oh, love,” Furfur groaned, as stars flashed before his eyes and white heat engulfed him. Hot spurts of come coated his hand and the bedsheets beneath when he heard Shax sweet cry of release.

Furfur came back to his senses, and Shax wrapped herself around him, legs on either side of his lap, holding him close in her arms, planting soft kisses on his head, his cheek, his lips. Then, a glass of water was shared between them. Shax drew him closer, his head against her chest as she murmured quiet praise.

Furfur shivered. The emotions, the love, the release; it all had been a lot.

“Let’s get you under the covers. Let me hold you,” Shax whispered. And they did, sinking into each other's warmth. Shax’s wings wrapped protectively around him. He felt safe, loved and utterly undone.

This was just the start of their weekend together.

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Shax woke to the smell of freshly baked goods, smiling to herself when she heard happy humming and soft pottering coming from the little kitchenette of the flat. Then came the familiar hiss of the coffee maker. She sighed, feeling genuinely happy. She always did when Furfur stayed the night.

Slipping out of bed and into her scarlet robe, she found a basket of croissants (and one pain au chocolat) miraculously waiting on her breakfast table. Furfur knew what she liked. At first, she’d had trouble letting down her guard and allowing him to take care of her, suspicious of any kindness that didn’t come with a catch. But now, decades later, it felt like the most natural thing in her demonic world.

It had been a quiet morning—well, early afternoon. After enjoying their brunch, sipping the last of her coffee, flipping through Red magazine (despite the title, not one of her favourites), Shax came up with an interesting idea.

“I know that look.” Furfur remarked, peeking over the manual of another new camera.

“What look?” Shax answered, feigning innocence. “That one. You’re plotting something, and I’m about to regret it.”

“Maybe I am, but I think it could be fun for both of us.”

Furfur gave her a puzzled look as Shax rose from her chair, eyes flicking over him while she decided she needed to get him out of that boring pyjama as soon as possible. “Stay right there,” she commanded, walking out of the room.

“You’re not going to tell me what it is?” he called after her.

She laughed in response and heard a muffled “Guess not” as she stepped into her walk-in closet.

Going through her collection of clothes, thinking about which shades would best enhance Furfur’s complexion, Shax’s eyes fell on a vintage Dior from 1947. Funny, it was the same year they’d made it official. Well, between them, not to the rest of Hell.

But surely she couldn’t have him wear the iconic Bar Suit. The one she’d gone to such great lengths of temptation and bribery to acquire… No one knew the one in the Met museum collection was a replica and she had the real thing.

Or could she?

Shax turned and spotted the matching black hat, found at another auction. She picked it up and twirled it in her hands, imagining how her pet would look. Then she smiled, coming to the quick conclusion that she could do whatever she wanted. If only she knew where she left the gloves… Ah there they were, it was one of her favourite pairs. Soft black leather and after a few miracles they’d been as good as new.

Now for heels… She found a simple pair of black kitten heels at the back of her shoe shelf and changed the size to Furfur’s. She would adjust the clothes when she would dress him, not wanting to do more than absolutely necessary.

After picking out a sensual lingerie set that didn’t match the theme, but the thought of seeing him in it did things to her nether regions, she commanded Furfur to shower and present himself in it.

“You want me to wear your underthings?” he stammered, cheeks flushed as he held up a stocking.

“That’s just the start. Now go, let me prepare the rest.”

“Just the…? Y-yes, Mistress,” he gulped, though Shax had already seen the evidence of how much he liked the request.

When he finished and returned, she had everything ready, including the makeup, and Furfur shyly sat down at her vanity.

“Do you like it?” he asked softly.

Shax licked her lips, her gaze trailing over the chest hair that disappeared beneath the embroidered cups of the bra he was wearing. “Yes, you’re beautiful. Now, let’s turn you into a respectable lady.”

Furfur blushed and asked softly, “What’s next?”

“You’ll see,” Shax teased.

She styled his hair into victory rolls, then applied soft makeup to match the era.

“Even lipstick?!” Furfur’s eyes widened.

“Dior red, of course. It’ll look fabulous with your blue eyes.”

Furfur laughed, then obediently parted his lips as Shax painted them with a steady hand and a wide smile. The red truly brought out his features. She planted kisses in his neck and admired her work.

“It does make a difference,” Furfur said, a glint in his eyes, tilting his head as he admired himself in the mirror.

“We’re not done yet. Come.”

She led him to the bedroom, where the big mirror stood and the Dior Bar suit lay waiting. Dressing him in it felt exhilarating. The wasp waist and hip padding of the champagne coloured jacket transformed Furfur’s masculine frame into a sensual feminine silhouette, and she only needed to work a few minor miracles on the black skirt for it to fit perfectly. For the final touches Shax helped Furfur slip his feet into the heels, and set the hat atop his styled hair. The transformation was incredible and she melted at the sight.

“You look absolutely stunning, my pretty fawn,” she sighed, then teased, “Don’t you dare dress like this in Hell, though, I don’t want any competition.”

They both chuckled and Shax stepped away to retrieve Furfur’s camera.

“I’ve never seen you wear this,” Furfur said when she returned. He twirled in front of her, one hand holding out the skirt.

“It’s not exactly my colour,” Shax replied, adjusting the hat a little to the left. “But it’s the most iconic piece of women’s fashion from the last century, and I had to have it.”

Furfur looked down at himself, then back at her with a mix of disbelief and delight. “You’re going to photograph me like this?”

“Yes. Hold still,” Shax said, lifting the camera. The flash went off, and she grinned at the preview screen. “Perfect. I’ll put it on the wall, in a frame. Right next to my whip collection.”

“Oh, by Satan,” Furfur muttered, shaking his head, though the corners of his mouth betrayed a smile. “Well, before you do that… can this lady take you out to dinner?”

Shax laughed, lowering the camera. “Now, that’s an offer I won’t refuse.”

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Walking through London earned Furfur plenty of attention, whispers, cat calls and one loud “You go girl!” made them both chuckle. Shax beamed like a proud stork, one hand around his hip, keeping him close (and occasionally upright).

They chose a tiny restaurant with marble pillars. “Feels like Ancient Rome, doesn’t it?” Shax teased as a platter of oysters arrived.

Furfur looked at her coquettishly. “They say the Romans used them as an aphrodisiac.”

“Then they’re already working. Because the way you look right now, I want to drag you straight back to my flat.”

Furfur flushed under his make-up.

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They had flirted throughout dinner. At one point, Shax’s foot slipped beneath Furfur’s skirt, teasing him until the waiter returned with their banana split dessert. With a minor miracle cast over the room, no one but them was the wiser when Shax rounded the table to sit on Furfur’s lap, spoon-feeding him vanilla ice cream and scandalously kissing the chocolate from his lips. When she slowly licked the spoon, eyes locked with his, Furfur groaned, “Is that a promise for later?”

“Maybe. If you behave.”

“You are making that very hard.”

Shax wiggled in his lap. “I can feel that.”

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After leaving the restaurant without paying, they strolled towards Shax’s apartment. A small tattoo shop was still open, its light spilling onto the street.

“Would you ever consider…” Furfur began as they stopped by the window, watching the artist work.

“Me? Getting a tattoo?” Shax asked, surprised.

Furfur adjusted his hat nervously. “No, marking me.”

“With a puny tattoo?”

“As yours. More permanently.”

“Sign you like you’re my lunch?”

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have—”

Shax pulled him close, kissed him, and whispered, “When I mark you, my pet, you’ll never be able to remove it. It’ll mean you’re mine forever.”

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Back in the flat, layers of clothing were carefully shed; it took all of Shax’s self-restraint not to simply tear the Dior suit off Furfur. Down to nothing but her lingerie, he looked ravishing and she jumped on him the moment he shook out his pinned curls. Pressing him into the plush sofa to make good on her earlier teasing (he had behaved, after all), she turned him into a whimpering mess with her mouth and tongue, riding out her own pleasure on his lips.

Afterwards, while laying on top of him, cradled in his arms, Shax studied Furfur’s features. Her gaze tracing the smudged makeup as she reminded herself that beneath this mask was a ferocious stag demon. Her stag.

“I should help you take this off,” she murmured, wiping her thumb over the smeared lipstick on his lips.

“It’s just a small miracle,” Furfur said, but before he could snap his fingers, Shax caught his wrist.

“I want to.”

“Ok, but not before I kiss you again.”

They melted back into each other for a while, exchanging kisses, laughing at the way they’d scammed the restaurant earlier. Then, at last, Shax rose and led him to her vanity.

“You really made a mess,” Furfur teased, smirking at his reflection as he sat down.

Shax smiled at him, noticing her own smudged makeup in the mirror and miraculously setting it back into place before picking up a cloth. She took her time, wiping away every trace of colour, until Furfur’s familiar face gazed back at her.

He watched her quietly for a moment, eyes locked with hers. “Did you mean it?”

“Mean what?”

“When you said you’d mark me. Did you mean it?”

“Every word.” She set the cloth aside, then slipped her arms around him, fingers threading through the hair on his chest. “But not like this. When I mark you, it will be during a ritual, on your true skin. Your true form.”

Furfur’s eyes glowed in the mirror, and Shax swallowed. The muscles along his arms and chest rippled as great antlers burst from his head. She took a step back, breath catching as the transformation unfolded, until a magnificent stag stood upright on two hooves before her, tail sweeping through the air behind him and narrowly missing the bottles on her vanity.

Wide-eyed, arousal coursing through her, Shax stared as the glorious creature bowed before her and lowered his antlers. She cupped his cheek, lifting his head until his eyes met hers. “There you are,” she whispered. “My beautiful boy. It’s been a while.”

Sniffing the air, Furfur bared his sharp demon teeth. “I can smell what this does to you, Mistress.” He reached out, a massive clawed hand cupping her thigh, inhaling deeply as he nuzzled against her skin.

Shax chuckled, there was no hiding from his enhanced senses. “Careful, my deer. You forget who you’re teasing.”

Furfur tilted his antlered head, eyes gleaming emerald. “Maybe tonight I’m willing to take a risk.”

Shax smirked, gripping his antlers and forcing his head back. “You wouldn’t dare,” she hissed.

“Is that a challenge?” Furfur licked his lips, pulling her closer.

“Yes.” Shax’s smile widened as her teeth lengthened and feathers began to sprout along her shoulders. She slipped from his grasp as her true form unfurled into a towering stork demon, wreathed in obsidian and scarlet plumage, wings spreading wide enough to darken the room. It had been so long since she’d shown him this side of herself, it made her feel powerful and vulnerable at the same time.

She beat her wings, and the sheer force sent Furfur crashing backwards into the vanity. The mirror shattered, make-up and bottles of perfume scattered across the floor as the air between them visibly crackled.

“My glorious stork… let me have you,” Furfur gasped, as he righted himself, his desire for her on full display.

“You’ll have to catch me first.” Shax cackled, shattering the window as she soared off into the night.

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A wicked grin spread across Furfur’s face. Shax had just challenged him to hunt her in her full demonic glory, and he was determined to claim his prize. Without hesitation, he unfurled his wings, skin membranes taut between bone and sinew, and, like a bat out of Hell, leapt out after her, scanning the darkness for a large, gleaming stork.

It didn’t take him long to spot her. Shax was waiting, hovering above the block of flats opposite. He could hear her cackle echoing through the neighbourhood.

“What are you waiting for, little boy?” she taunted. “Have you lost your courage already? Or are you just admiring the view?”

Furfur grinned, baring his teeth. “Hard not to watch, love, when you’re showing off like this.”

“You really think you can keep up with me?”

He spread his wings wider, sending thunderous pulses through the air. “Try me.”

Shax shrieked with laughter and darted upward in a blur of red and black, the moonlight catching her feathers. Furfur shot after her, the air crackling with their power as they twisted and dived through the clouds in a furious chase.

Finally, with a burst of speed, he caught her mid-flight and dragged her down, their wings tangling as they crashed onto the open road below. The few humans still out this late stopped to stare, frozen at the unusual sight before them.

They wrestled, rolling across the asphalt until Furfur ended up on top, pinning Shax beneath him. She hit him with one free wing and clawed at his belly with her taloned feet, but Furfur was stronger and held her in place. His clawed hands and powerful limbs were too much for her lighter frame, and after a failed attempt to peck out his eyes, Shax finally stopped struggling.

“Did I win?” Furfur asked, nuzzling the feathers at her neck. Her wild, animal scent was intoxicating, sending a tingling sensation straight to his cock.

“Only because I let you,” Shax countered. She slowly shifted back into her usual, more human form. Wings retracting, feathers fading, the soft mounds of her breasts pressing against his fur as she lay naked beneath him.

He pressed a kiss to her soft, reddened lips and slipped his demonic tongue into her mouth, tangling it with hers in wild fervour. Breaking the kiss, he nipped at her neck, leaving love bites that bloomed purple against her skin. With each mark he made, the desperate need to claim her surged through him.

Furfur growled, barely being able to control himself. “I need to have you.”

“Then claim your prize, wild one.” Shax wrapped her arms and legs around him, canting her hips pulled him closer.

He moved to take her, lining his throbbing length up at her swollen, wet entrance, ready to receive him. But then something moved at the edge of his vision. He snapped up his head and glanced around to find a dozen or so humans standing nearby. Most of them stood frozen, mouths agape.

“We’re being watched,” he murmured, turning his gaze back to Shax’s twinkling eyes.

“Let them watch,” Shax replied with a wicked grin. “No camera can record us, and they won’t remember a thing in the morning. No one would believe them anyway.”

With hunger flaring in his eyes, Furfur’s grin returned. “Should we give them a show, Mistress?”

Shax laughed, pulling him close again. “Yes, they won’t remember, but we will.”

A wild moan escaped his lips when he finally drove himself home. Pressing into her slick heat, stretching her around his large true form cock, filling her up completely. Shax’s sounds of pleasure filled his ears when he started moving, slowly at first, savouring each and every whimper and sigh he extracted from her lips.

“More, give me more,” Shax pleaded beneath him, meeting his every movement.

He complied, gripping her so tightly his claws certainly would leave bruises. Upping the pace, he rutted into her. “Like this?” Furfur growled in her ear.

“Yes, yes, YES,” Shax mewled, clutching at the fur on his back.

The audience around them faded into the background, and with his focus entirely on the demon beneath him, he moved with wild, relentless force until Shax shuddered in his grip, pulling him with her into an earth-shattering orgasm that split cracks through the street around them. The streetlights flickered once, then went dark, leaving only the molten glow of Furfur’s eyes illuminating Shax’s exalted smile.

“Was it worth the chase?” Furfur asked as flames licked up from the cracks in the asphalt, smoke curling around them. Maybe the humans wouldn’t remember, but Hell would certainly hear of their little adventure.

“Hmm, yes,” Shax purred, brushing soot from his cheek. “But let’s go before they realize it was us.”

He kissed her once more, then lifted her into his arms and flew them back to the flat. It was certainly a night that would linger in his thoughts for a long time.

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Furfur didn’t know how long he’d slept, but the sun was already high, warming his skin. Softly snoring, still cradled in his arms, was Shax. He must have shifted back to his human corporeal form during the night, for his arms no longer had the fur of his True Form. When he looked around, he saw that Shax had repaired the broken window but left the curtains wide open.

He kept still, not wanting to wake his beloved, but before long she stirred and opened her eyes. When she looked up at him, a mischievous smile spread across her face.

“You still have your antlers,” she teased.

Shax glanced down, and Furfur followed her gaze: not only did he still bear his antler crown, but his hooves remained as well. He felt something twitch behind him and sighed. “And apparently, the tail too.”

Shax laughed, untangling herself from his arms. Her hips swayed as she walked toward the bathroom. “Turn back so we can go out for breakfast,” she called, as Furfur heard the hot water begin to run.

“Oh no,” he groaned, trying to shift back into his human form. Nothing budged; he was completely out of demonic energy. He tried again but only managed to make his tail an inch shorter.

“Shit,” Furfur muttered. He slipped off the bed and leaned against the bathroom doorframe, arms crossed. “I think we’ll have to order in.”

“What is it?” Shax asked, amused. “Did I take everything out of you last night?”

“I think destroying the street while, well,” he cocked his head, “would do it, yes. And I did carry you back here.”

“Don’t say you didn’t like it,” she mused as she sank into the bathtub, her curves disappearing beneath the bubbles. The familiar fragrance of elderflower soap drifted through the room.

“I hated it. Never doing it again.” He swept his tail with a smirk. “So… next week, same time, different street?”

She tilted her head toward him with a sly smile. “Well? Are you just going to stand there, or are you getting in with me?”

Furfur hesitated for half a second before grinning and stepping in, one hoof at the time, trying not to slip, and by doing so splashing water everywhere.

Shax shrieked with laughter as foamy water sloshed over the edge. “Careful, you clumsy stag-boy,” she teased.

When Furfur was finally settled, his hooves on either side of Shax, bubbles clinging to his chest, Shax picked up a washcloth and moved closer. She carefully cupped the base of his antlers. “Hold still,” she murmured, “Let me clean these properly.”

She ran the cloth along the curve of one horn. “You really do take pride in these, don’t you?” she teased and softly kissed his lips.

“They’re part of me,” Furfur replied, closing his eyes as she wiped away the soot from last night. Steam curled around them as her movements grew slower, more careful. Almost reverent. “You once said they make me look dangerous. A killer.”

Shax smiled. “I lied,” she whispered, polishing the last ridges until both of his antlers gleamed. “They make you look magnificent.”

Furfur beamed, then a sly grin crossed his face. When Shax had settled again on the other side of the tub, he lifted one of his hooves out of the water just as she grabbed a fresh washcloth. Pointing at it with mock seriousness, he asked, “What about these?”

Shax rolled her eyes and splashed a handful of water at him. “Careful, or I’ll use this cloth on something less deserving.”

“Like what?” he teased. Something about keeping part of his true form made him bolder, more confident, even knowing she’d likely punish him for it. But maybe that was the point.

Shax moved in a blur, and in a split second stuffed the cloth into his mouth. Her hand cupped his chin, sharp nails digging into his skin as she purred, “This. Now wash my back, while I think about your consequences”

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After the bath, and an ordered-in full English, Shax had only occasionally given him a knowing glance, never revealing what she was planning. Not even when he’d taunted her that he’d gotten off easy if black pudding was the punishment. She hadn’t taken the bait, only smirked and taken another bite of bean-covered toast.

Fueled and caffeinated, Furfur, feeling his powers returning, decided to try changing back into his full human form once more. He’d had enough of the antlers for now, especially after getting them stuck in a towel earlier, needing to be rescued.

“You’re going to try again,” Shax said, wrapping her arms around him from behind.

He curled his tail around her legs. “I don’t want to be stuck inside all day. You know I have to return to Hell tonight, stuffy office for a whole week. No you,” he sighed.

Shax pressed a kiss between his shoulder blades. “I’ll miss those antlers,” she murmured, “though not the holes in my towel.” Shax stepped away, smiling as she disappeared into her walk-in closet.

“This better work,” Furfur grumbled, giving it his all. He sighed in relief when his tail vanished and the weight lifted from the top of his head. Looking down, he saw his hooves were gone too, replaced by ten toes, though noticeably less hairy than before. He shrugged. Probably nothing to worry about.

Following Shax into the walk-in to prove it had worked, he barely had time to speak before she gasped, eyes widening as if she’d discovered a new temptation.

“By Satan, you’re young!” she blurted, circling him slowly, her gaze tracing every inch of his body as if seeing him anew. “Look at you, smooth skin, no grey, not a single wrinkle. You look like… like… the before.”

“Heh?” he muttered, confused. He’d only tried to return to his human form, but then he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. Brown hair he hadn’t seen since the Fall, a young, unworn face, and the eyes of the boy he’d been. The one who had only ever tried to fit in with Lucifer’s crowd. “Oh.” He’d tried a bit too hard.

Trying to push away the flood of memories, he turned and pulled Shax against him. “So… you mean handsome?” he purred.

“You were such a pretty thing,” she said with a soft smile. “I regret not having you like that.”

“You could now…”

“If I do,” she murmured, tracing a finger along his jaw, “I won’t let you go back to Hell. They’ll immediately transfer you to Temptations.”

“You could keep me here, tell them you’ve got a big one to handle.”

Shax smirked. “Maybe I will. Keep you on as my junior employee, but not before a proper interview. You’ll have to show your new boss what you can do.”

With a flick of her wrist, and a wicked grin, she miracled away the trousers he’d worn to breakfast and let her dressing gown slide from her shoulders.

Furfur licked his lips, eyes roaming over the soft curves of Shax’s body before him, feeling himself harden at the sight. He didn’t need much in life as long as he got to have this. More than eager to demonstrate his youthful strength, he lifted her up with ease and pressed her against the only free part of the wall.

Shax wrapped her legs around his waist, her hands sliding through his hair as she kissed him with growing passion. Their tongues moved together, slow at first, then hungry, stealing his breath away.

“Take me,” she whispered when he trailed kisses along her jaw and down her neck, grinding against her, slickening himself with her need.

Adjusting her slightly in his arms, he eased himself inside with slow, deliberate movements, until he was seated completely.

“I never get enough of this,” he murmured, upping the pace.

Shax dug her sharp nails into his back, urging him on. “Faster. Harder. Show me your youth,” she demanded, and he obeyed with a growl, pistoning into her until the peak of their pleasure was reached. When he spilled inside, she clenched around him, keeping him locked in place as she cried out his name.

Covered in a sheen of sweat, Furfur eased them down to the floor and they caught their breath in each other’s arms.

“Did I pass my interview?” he smirked, pressing his forehead to hers.

“Hmm,” Shax purred, with a lazy, content smile, “I think a second round is in order.”

Chapter Text

Another “interview” was held a mere hour later, involving Shax’s desk. Furfur’s hands were pressed flat against it as she pinned him there.

“I expect excellence from my employees,” she hissed in his ear, her breath hot against his skin as nimble fingers slid over his bare buttocks. “I want them to be able to take anything I give them, without complaint.”

Furfur gasped as he felt cold lubricant being applied between his butt cheeks, and Shax’s finger ghosted over his hole. “Hold still,” she commanded.

A finger slipped inside, then another, stretching him slowly, preparing him for the strap-on.