[b][u][center]Halloween Purging Failed For BlazingPelt By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] This had to happen on Halloween, when the demons were at their strongest. So much for getting the night off for horror movies or other things that would have served as a lovely distraction. Nooooo, he had to deal with the crap of a demon making trouble for people. After finding the various squirming, gasping, needy, almost orgasmic parishioners in the parking lot, the cat knew what he was dealing with, and more to the point, he knew that he didn't have a way to put it off until the morning. [i]This is some bullshit,[/i] the cat thought as he dropped the various car keys he'd collected from the parishioners into the collection plate at the front of the church. Shaking his head, he pulled out one of the spare robes from the cabinet by the front door, throwing it over his own clothes. Not that they were much; he'd been going as a priest - and a bit of a fantasy priest, for that matter - to a local party, and that would be all too easy for the demon to tease him over. He needed to command a little respect, and that meant a proper black robe and crucifix and everything else that the station demanded. He smoothed it out, cleared his throat, and walked across the small room to the doors that led into the main auditorium. Even as he rested his fingers against the door, he could feel the powerful corruption pulsing on the other side. The demon had clearly come to make itself a new home here, and was spreading as much power through the floors and walls as it could. [i]Well, not on my watch.[/i] Jake pushed the doors open, not surprised to find that the walls were darkened with shadow and the floors were too dim to actually see. He stepped inside, shutting the doors behind him, pausing to look back and forth. Little red flickers danced on the wall, places where the demon wandered, where it cast illusions of where it wanted him to think it was. No real sign of it just yet... Which meant that it was still trying to pull together a shape for itself. Which meant that there was a chance to send it back to hell before it got much stronger. "Demon...by the power of the Holy Father, I call upon you. Show yourself," Jake said. "Mmmmm...and why should I listen to the commands of your father?" It was a hissing, soft voice, something that teased and chortled to itself even as it mocked him. Jake shook his head, slowly turning in circles as he walked down the aisle, looking every which way. "He is the father of all. Not just mine." "And yet, he doesn't seem to be here...Does he not care for his house? His...family?" "They rely on me to take care of them in his place." "Hmm hmm...you don't seem to be doing a good job." "I was on my way as soon as I heard." "Mmmm, I'm sure...but not to save them, I think." The shadows shifted, sliding from the grand projector screen at the front of the auditorium to the walls at the back. They deepened, the darkness thick and impossible to see through, even for a cat's night vision. Red eyes slowly took form, looking down on him from the upper parts of the wall. "You don't strike me as much of a holy man, priest," the demon growled, chuckling under his breath. "After all...you don't want to be here, do you?" "...Whether I want to do my duty or not is my own business," Jake said, his cheeks flushing slightly before he got himself under control once more. "And besides, I just have to see you gone...that's all." "And do you think that will be easy...without your cross?" [i]What?![/i] He grabbed for his chest, expecting his fingers to find the little wooden symbol, but all he found was loose string. Somehow, somewhere, the cross had come loose, probably in a previous service. It was gone...and he was defenseless. [i]Oh, shit...[/i] The cat tried to leap back, but the darkness surged forward before he could. The pumpkins that the congregation had carved for the auditorium leaped upwards, floating around him with bright red eyes as the darkness surged around his ankles, trapping him in place, becoming all too solid compared to the air around him. Like shackles of shadow, they pinned him in place, all while the bright red eyes floated closer. "What are you really here for, priest?" the demon asked, that chuckle bubbling in his voice. "Are you here to banish me...or are you here to welcome me?" "You can't be serious." "Oh, no?" The shadow whooshed past him, the force of it carrying his robes from him and revealing the costume underneath. Not of some modest man in boxers, but a cat in a costume. Soft blue silks adorned him, running from his shoulders to his thighs, revealing quite a bit of leg, showing quite a bit of fur and skin. If it were not for the fact that his tail stuck through a hole in the back rather than going under, that gust would have blown his robe up, showing off his ass and...and everything else. His cheeks still burning, he held out his hand. "I call on the Holy Father -" "He won't hear you without your special toy," the demon said, the shadows swirling deeper and deeper around him. It had turned his legs black from the knees down, and the darkness was spreading. "And you...heh...he won't be listening to you anytime soon, little priest..." "You can't stop me from calling out to him. I can -" "You can't do anything...not to stop me...and not to keep me out..." The demon moved like smoke, swirling around the cat and gradually spreading along his flesh. Jake gritted his teeth, trying to find the words to kick the demon away, to banish him from his body, but they refused to come. The only thing he felt was heat...heat and smoke...and a tingling feeling that rustled through his fur and continued to grow as he stood among the demon's darkness. It spread up his legs, along his cheeks, towards the back of his tail, and...and then... He gasped as he was turned on his heels, pointed towards the front of the auditorium. His legs moved without his consent, dragging him onwards to the podium that he had used to address his people again and again over the years. He could not stop them, and his cock, against his will, was slowly rising, pressing forward against the front of his other robe. His cheeks burned hotter as he realized that he was actually dripping pre-cum already, starting to ooze with unholy need. "What are you doing do me?" he hissed. "Exactly what you want," the demon said, that voice coming from right beside his ear. Marched right up to the 'stage', he found himself staring down at the ground. At first, he didn't know what he was looking for, but then the demon marched him towards the baptismal bath. Sticking out of it was a small rod, the metal rod that turned the water flow on and off, and controlled the heat. It was nothing more than a rod, but pointing up like that - "You can't...what are you doing?!" "Giving you what you need, little priest..." Jake tried to stop it, but no matter how hard he strained against the control of the demon, it never stopped. He was soon straddling the metal rod, his robes flicked up. His underwear had been pulled to the side already, one set of claws half-ripping it in the process. The cat could feel the demon forcing him to sit back, to feel that thing rubbing against his ass cheeks, then between them, almost sliding inside of him right then and there. "Nnngh...mmmph..." "You'll do well to break this place...soon, it will be nothing but a font of corruption...a place for me and mine to dwell..." "Nnng...I won't...I won't give you..." "Your body? Oh, yes, you will." The demon pushed him back, and he gasped as he felt the tip of the baptismal's water control rod slide right into him. It was smooth, easily taken, and he shivered as it ran right over his prostate. His cock jumped right then and there, and as it did, as he squatted in shocked pleasure, the demon...entered him. It was like tendrils seeping through his mouth, over his pucker, into his cock, even. Every opening that he had, from ears to nose to...well, things that he didn't want to think about, felt like they were ever so slightly pushed open, as if the air itself was trying to slide into him. The heat that had been brushing over his body, that had filled his cock and made him throbbing hard, seemed to seep into his blood, making him gasp for breath, his head rolled back, his mouth hanging open. "Mmmph...nnngh..." "Oh, yes," the demon whispered, its voice coming from his throat. "Yes, this is good...but a little...underwhelming...let's fix that..." Jake groaned as he felt a sudden flex between his legs, a throbbing that started, faded, and then started again, rising up between his thighs. His eyes went wide as the demon's power flooded through his cock, making it feel like it was growing - No, it was growing. It was growing quickly, too, and rising between his thighs, pressing against the fabric that had hidden it, and then pushing past it. His shaft reached seven inches, then eight, then nine, standing up and proud, begging for attention. He moaned out loud, gripping at his thighs in a desperate attempt to leave his cock alone. Yet, the demon obviously had other plans. His hand started shaking, then reaching for his shaft. He did his best to stop it, to hold back, but no matter how hard he strained, his muscles refused to obey him. His arm obeyed the demon now, and the demon wanted to touch himself. The demon wanted to get off. And what the demon wanted, the demon [i]got.[/i] Jake moaned, thrusting his hips forward against his hand, his shaft still thickening, his cock still getting longer. He pushed back, feeling the metal rod sliding in further. Forward, back, forward, back, fucking himself against his hand and against holy property, and with each thrust, he felt his control of his own body fading. The demon inside made him smile, and he shivered. "Happy Halloween," his own voice whispered to him, and he realized that he could say nothing back. [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]