Another beautiful bloody day in the Ring of Wrath, and not just any day at that one. After a few days of the best mud wrestling, obstacle maneuvering, target shooting, and some of the best pies to be had outside of the ring of Gluttony, the Harvest Moon Festival was finally wrapping up and coming down to a close. The day would be at it's end soon, and the moon would be just about in it's right place to show the lowly inhabitants of the ring the moon they so celebrate and worship, signaling the end of the crop cycle and the beginning of the turf wars to come. For a few quite notable demons around this part, this also came with some introspection and wonders about the nearby future. The one of whom was the least bit worried about that was waltzing his way past the crowd of simple minded imps. His feathered finger dancing lightly as he thought about his dear little imp lover who has shown off quite spectacularly~ pages turned within the hallowed book of the realms that floated lazily in front of him, showing so many things only a true Ars Goetia demon could understand. His mouth was twisted into a wry smile, absentmindedly thinking about the "Hog Tying" that had happened earlier that day, and about a few other ties he and his lover could do. Still, that was AFTER the quaint duty he had to perform, so Stolas clapped the book closed as his slender feet tipped up the stage. One who was ALSO not very worried about his future was seated about 400 yards away from that stage in a seedy and dark hotel room. The imp inside hissed softly, thinking about that loser and his job offer he had made a bit ago, but he was more worried about handling this hit and getting all of that money being offered for it. His fingers danced around a cleaning cloth, which barely had anything close to a smudge on it, around the shimmering silver silencer he trusted to handle his job. With that done and a quick spin, he was just about ready to get to work, getting the lens nice and clean lastly, before taking up his position on the windowsill, Stryker poised and ready to deliver his deadliest bite yet. The two most worried about the future were both on their ways to the most important place of that night, that hotel where Stryker was eagerly awaiting his signal. A larger imp with magnificent horns walked his way up the stairs leading to the room, his mind thinking about that final offer and the hopeful acceptance of it. His tail flicked, hoping to gain a new partner to add to his team, and also a chance to maybe let his guard down for once in his life. As Blitzo walked his way up, another was running very fast towards the hotel. This smaller imp had wrestled with his own acceptance for some time, but Moxie wasn't about to let his insecurities get the better of him. He knew Stryker was intent on Stolas' life, and he was going to stop it no matter what. With all these pieces in play, slowly moving across the board, it finally came time to the final check. The moment they would all come together. Stolas stood at attention and cleared his throat, floating his book and the microphone in front of him, unaware of Stryker staring down his sights at his throat. "My dear commoners of the Ring of Wrath... I, Stolas of the Ars Goetia..." The book's pages flipped without a thought as the magic of it's master ran through it, flipping through the various pages to the lunar pages. Stryker grit his teeth, waiting for the summoning to get his clear shot. "... Hereby curse this years harvest, with the glow of the true harvest moon." The book closed as the magic of the pages was focused in on one page in particular, and shot into the sky, making the clouds swirl and the sky buckle, as a portal to the heavens opened up. This was it. The door to the hotel room opened, Stryker flinched his finger, and Stolas looked upwards as he moved a hand up. his fingers flinched, as Stryker saw that neck and face glow with an unearthly blue hue. This wasn't right. Stolas' confidant face flinched, as up above the sky hung the moon alright, glowing in all of it's radiant beauty, but shining an otherworldly blue light. Stryker turned his sights up to look at it, and saw the stars shimmering even brighter then usual around it, bathing this demonic world in an almost comforting blue... it was beautiful, and tantalizingly so. His eyes widened in the sight, as lunar rays shone onto the small town, where shouts and yells of confusion began to rise up amongst the crowd of yokels. That was the moon alright, but it was the New Moon, signaling the beginning of the seeding season. And calling upon the power of the wrong moon in the wrong season was very much unlike the demon lord. Immediately the effects of those rays of love shown itself, as Stolas was now panting very hard. His hands clenched up and tried to reverse the magicks as quickly as possible, as the sky similarly clenched themselves back into itself with the clouds forcefully being pulled to cover the moon. This would prevent a full outbreak, but it was much too late for all those who had already seen it. Amongst the common folk, some of the imps around had already felt the power of it immediately as the crowds were either dispersing as quickly as possible to get away... or they were joining into a confused but VERY aroused moaning that was eminating like a chorus through the stands. Stolas himself was breathing very hard, his feathers ruffling and his tongue flicking out, as his chest piece began to feel very tight. The door to the hotel room opened up, and Blitzo silently walked around the dark room. He was about to say something, but a powerful smell was wafting around the room. An enticing scent of horse fur and cinnamon danced around his nose, but was immediately dashed away at the glimmer of silver that came from the window. Blitz has seen many silencers in his life, and knew one when he saw it, drawing his pistol and getting closer. However, his next sight was much more powerful then that. Said silencer moved down very shakily to try and take back aim, but it came with a soft moan, as well as someone speaking out softly. "Shit... Shit... S-steady, steady..." The gun was erratically shivering, just like the head of Stryker was... as the hat on his head didn't move, but his white hair was lengthening out rapidly. his jacket seemed to not fit much anymore, and the waist line on his jeans was fraying at the seam. That voice was going higher and higher in pitch as it tried to steady up, but it wasn't about to happen. Blitz finally got close enough to tell the scent, now having a bit of southern heat to it, was coming from Stryker. More importantly, it was coming from his pants, as they had a soaked spot in the crotch of it as it tore down. Those pants frayed in half and slid down her slim legs, unable to keep together with those thick hips of hers pushed out like that. Her tail rattled menacingly as she wanted to finish the job, sights still trained on an equally flustered and growing more so owl demon as her elegant jacket was meeting the same fate as Strykers jeans, but her body was now desperately screaming, having soaked in the full effect of those lunar rays through the snipers sight. It might have been time to harvest, btu the moon has decreed to those that saw it, it was time to SEED. Stryker now had the sense of mind to notice someone behind her, and tried to whip her rifle around, but that was caught immediately. A minute later, and a kick came to that very same hotel door, as Moxie had just made it and aimed his pistol into the room. He heard struggling coming from in here, as well as a number of other rooms, but he couldn't mind that now. He whipped the pistol around looking for- "MOXIE!" He flinched hard, not expecting to see this. "Do you mind!? For fucks sake, I'm initiating the new member of the team!" On the side of the door where the door swung in was Blitz, shirt unbuttoned just a little bit and his pants on the floor, with a woman pinned against the wall. She was being held by his hands, and her legs were forced over his shoulders. She looked kinda- "MOXIE!" "O-oh cheese and crackers! S-s-sorry sir! I'll-" "OUT!" Moxie gulped and slammed the door back behind him, eyes shrunken in his head now. Blitz grunted aloud, then smiled. "Now... where was I?" He pumped in powerfully, slamming all of his dick into Strykers aching needy pussy, drawing a loud moan out of her. "That's right, teaching you a lesson... on trying to double cross the boss!" "AH! Y-you don't... Aaaaah..." All of those complaints she had vanished the instant he slammed back in. Her brain was melting under her body's now screaming need for this imp to sow his seeds into her body. "I don't? Nooo no no, YOU don't go trying to kill the client! You naughty girl~" "I'm gonna- AH!" He bit into her neck, drawing out the loudest moan yet, as her golden fangs shimmered in the little light that danced around the room. Her rifle was tossed aside now, and all her other weapons were in her discarded jeans by the window. All she had left was her boxers on the floor under her, and that wouldn't do her any good now. All words left were lost in the rattling of the walls, as Blitz put his all into dominating the now feminine tall imp, keeping her pinned and helpless to the wall, her claws on her hands grasping and digging into his sides, but that couldn't stop him. She knew she needed to stop him, but that resistance was quickly leaving her body as it wobbled just as hard as his pounding was doing to her frail mind. Blitz grunted and huffed aloud, before getting in close and locking lips with Stryker, sucking face with her as his balls went to work answering the call of breeding her womb was sending like fireworks, as he dumped his baby batter deep into her womb, spurting his little bullets right into the back wall, where her eggs were rapidly being pushed out into the firing line. Blitz groaned softly, letting the kiss go as his hold on her faltered. He stepped back, letting her slide down off the wall and off his dick, landing on her firm cushioned butt. Her eyes were in a full daze, looking up. She muttered and mumbled something as she was overshadowed, and so was Blitz. Her next thing she saw was Blitz kissing a beautiful tall owl lady, fully naked with some impressive breasts on her and shimmering white circles all around in her feathers, gleaming just as much as the moon. Stolas pulled back and licked her lips, her own mind mushed, but still knowing just one thing to tell her little impy lover. "Ooooh Bliiitzy~ Celebrating your win in the competition... without me?~" It was Blitz's turn to be pushed up against the wall and join in the chorus of moaning now reaching a fervent crescendo. Near the bottom of the hotel, right against the wall even, was another owl girl. Her hoodie and shirt were intact, but tossed aside as she was too busy being in the spell of the moon to give a fuck about decency. Her body might not have changed, but her lover was a hellhound with beautiful silver fur with streaks of black in his hair. She was milking the puppy dry of all his seed, her womb practically ballooning out from it. The slender hellhound was panting happily, in his ill-fitting pentagram top and tattered skirt around his ankles. Octavia was as lost in blissful orgasm as Loona was lost in the testosterone of her male body seeding the needy owlet. --------------------------------------------------------------- Many moons passed since then. Lots of misadventures and other things happening in the inbetween, but it all came back ot the office eventually. And right now, in that off time, Blitzo was busy in his office, playing with his favorite hellhorse doll and making it prance around the desk. He didn't even hear the door close, but he did see a gun slam down on the desk, aimed right at him. Blitz did flinch, but he just smiled, looking up. "Heeeeeey Stryker~ Nice to see you again~" He looked up, to see Stryker standing there, of course, but with a growl in his throat. He was back to "Normal", but his hair remained long, hsi hips remained wide, and he had himself a nice wide and round middle protruding out like a dome. "How was your last job? Simple, right?" Stryker kept growling... then twirled, putting the gun away. "Yeah yeah, BOSS." He said with a soft hiss. "All taken care of, no thanks to passengers 1 and 2 here." He patted his girth with his off hand and holstered his gun. "Excellent!~" Stryker then waddled around the desk, and huffed aloud to Blitz. "... You're VERY goddamn lucky. I should still blow oyur brains out for doing this to me." "You did it to yourself, Stryky~" *Blitz danced a finger around his outie. "You couldn't finish the job Stella gave, and started working for me~ I even gave you a hefty starting bonus~" "CARRYING YOUR KIDS IS NOT A BONUS!" "It is to me~" *He chuckled aloud, but... a portal opened up behind him as he looked to Stryker on his right. He looked back to his desk to see that light, and then turned to get a faceful of feathered taut tummy, and that kicked back. "Am I interrupting something, my dear sweet Blitzy?~" Blitz went a hot red, seeing the white orbs on Stolas' feathers had remained, and still dazzled in the light like the moon, and his own belly had expanded out like the moon as well. "... Oh, no no my feathered friend, we were just... chatting about bonuses!" He said, which drew a rather happy gasp out of the owl. "REALLY now... Well, I know a nice bonus you can give to me, Blitzy, and maybe I won't-" His voice turned an especially dark shade of demonic as that glowing light turned red, Stolas' angry form blathering out for an instant about daughters, cuddling, and an intense amount of talking about pains in the back "That you AND your daughter has caused." Blitz went red in the face, now sweating bullets and looking back to the desk, as Stryker took the opportunity to push his girth against Blitz's head and horn. "... Least I'm not the only one in some kind of trouble." Stolas joined Stryker in pushing his twins against the other side of Blitz's face and horn, pushing him between 2 hard places, in a lot of ways. "Oh, do hush~" Meanwhile, in the office at the desk, Loona, back to herself but with a bit more muscle to her frame, was actively texting someone. She was smiling a bit and jamming out to some tunes, ignoring the combination of lights flashing warning abotu Stolas and an Angry Co-worker, as she got an image sent back. Octavia was at a concert, wearing a concert T and looking like she was having a blast. She had a big bump on her frame and a happy face on, as the text read "Wish U could join US!" Loona smiled back, waiting for her chance to get off work and get back to being in her happy place, with her happy partner.