Ristin dreamt. Lying in his bed, surrounded by warmth, he wiggled his arm and leg stumps in pleasure, or perhaps need. Valrith never knew with mortals. The scent of the raccoon's arousal drifted up from under the covers. The Sigil Prince only needed one sniff to know what the dream was about. The male fragrance rising from between Ristin's legs gave it away. The cute little cuntboy dreamed of his transformation...

	VVV

	“Wake up, pet.” a soft voice murmured in his ear. Ristin blinked the sleep away. His head felt heavy, and his limbs would not respond. With a gasp, he saw why.

	The raccoon lay on a large metal table, thick leather straps holding him down. The hard surface felt strangely warm and those straps around his ankles and wrists seemed to tighten on their own accord. When he tried to struggle up, Ristin found a much larger metal strip holding him by the middle.

	I wished for this, the raccoon thought, breaking into a cold sweat. The Sigil Prince stood by the table, flexing his claws, smiling, and all Ristin could imagine was the end. Soon, the ferret monster would stab him, or slice him, or...pet him? The gentle strokes along his belly were so unexpected he screamed. Valrith's paw withdrew immediately.

	“Shhh. All is well. Remember your wish. I am taking care of you.” the ferret said.

	“Where am I?” Ristin tried to remember how he got to this dark place, and could only see his own apartment fading away before waking up here.

	“In my home, of course. If I am to take care of you, I need to have you close by.” the Sigil Prince replied.

	The City of Blood, Ristin thought. The book he found spoke of the place as being a place beyond the world, where the deepest, darkest desires of its master came true. The raccoon clenched his fists, and growled in spite of himself.

	“You kidnapped me, and stuck me here.” he snarled at his captor.

	“May I suggest you give this situation some thought? You summoned me from MY home. Then, you made a wish. So, I am fulfilling it. Here you are, helpless in a dungeon, your every movement restrained. You are at my mercy, and everything I am about to do is already in your mind... as a fantasy.” the ferret's eyes glowed like embers as he bent down to kiss his captive's neck. Ristin did not resist.

	“You want this.” the voice echoed through the chamber.

	Ristin blinked, unbelieving, then melted, a limp toy for his new master. The ferret's mouth on his, those paws caressing his suddenly stiff member, the heaviness of that naked, muscular body as the Sigil Prince slid on top of him.

	“Here, drink...” Ristin obeyed readily, gulping down something sweet that left him feeling light as a feather. The ferret giggled as he gripped both of their shafts, and began to pump them. Slowly, at first, drawing out precum from the raccoon under him, then faster, watching as the smaller male whimpered in need.

	“Cum for me, lovely pet, and I will reward you.” he encouraged with a hiss, feeling his own climax approaching. 

	Ristin jerked as the ferret's hot, throbbing maleness shivered against his own, a strong paw rubbing their juices together. When he felt Valrith stiffening, he could not help himself. He humped, best as he could tied down as he was, and spurted his seed. The Sigil Prince grunted in approval and added his own load to the growing puddle on the raccoon's belly. Without another word, the white-furred weasel wiped his cock against Ristin's thigh, and stood. With a flourish, he produced a knife, the curved blade glinting in the light.

	Valrith examined it, running a claw over the edge. Then, he pressed something on the side of the table, and Ristin's restraints began to tighten further.

	“What are you feeling, Ristin?” he asked.
	
	Ristin had no words. The pressure of that leather against his flesh felt wonderful. His arms and legs tingled in the most exquisite way, and everything in the room swam in the best afterglow the raccoon ever experienced. When the Sigil Prince sliced across his shoulder, Ristin shuddered. The skin parting under cold steel sent waves of paralyzing pleasure down to his crotch. Exhaustion forgotten, the raccoon's dick jerked up, slapping against his stomach wetly.

	“Good.” Valrith Kelm hissed.

	Methodically, the Sigil Prince cut into every limb, encircling arms and legs with deep gashes that left his captive moaning in bliss, his blood spurting in equal measure with his pre. Then, the ferret took up a small paintbrush with thick, black liquid dripping from its tip, and ran the bristles over every part of the raccoon's wounds. Ristin gasped at the new sensation. The bleeding seized almost instantly.
	
	Satisfied, Valrith continued his work with the knife, gently prying more and more flesh apart on every limb to reveal his pet's fragile bones. These, he carefully coated in black amber with another, smaller brush, watching Ristin's reaction all the while.

	“Cut them off!” he breathlessly cried. The raccoon found his voice at last, the agonizing pleasure of having his flesh separated from his bone driving him wild. Were he not tightly bound, the drugged pet would have been humping at the air. He spilled more and more seed all over himself, member jerking with each tickling touch of the brush.

	Producing a saw from beneath the table, Valrith Kelm obeyed his pet's wishes. Slowly, so as not to spoil the coon's orgasm or ruin his bones, he cut through each limb. Ristin was too far gone now to feel the sawing. Stars blossomed in his vision, and warm wetness splattered on his chest with every spike of pleasure. When at last the Sigil Prince finished cutting through the raccoon's left leg, leaving his pet with four perfect stumps, he wiped a bit of sweat from his brow.

	“Almost done, my little pet.” he sang as he used needle and threat to quickly sew together the flesh. One last dab of black amber, and four rolls of silk bandages later, Ristin slowly rose from his drugged climax to watch the Sigil Prince take out a long, thin scalpel.

	“What...is...that...for?” he panted.

	“I can't have my pet making this much mess when I give him a taste of my pleasures.” the ferret answered, paw gripping Ristin's still-hard prick. Everything on the table looked white, covered in sticky coon cum. Valrith's pet blushed, in spite of himself.

	The Sigil Prince kissed the blade, and it hummed, glowing a dull orange. Ristin did not have much time to think of what was about to happen as the knife bit into his erection. His blood hissed around the razor, and in a moment of sudden, blazing pain, his dick fell out of the ferret's paw unto his stomach, cum still dribbling from its tip. Tears came to his eyes, but whatever drug coursed through his veins kept Ristin from passing out and transformed the terrible loss into a strange ache that ate away at his gut.

	Then, the hot knife bit into his balls. With a horrified shriek, he tried to struggle away, but already his testicles were cooked in their pouch, lying on the table inches away from his destroyed crotch.

	“Do not worry, little pet. You will get something you will enjoy far, far more than these.” the Sigil Prince assured him, putting the knife down and petting the coon's fluffy chest, feeling Ristin's heart beat harder and harder.

	Producing a small vial, the ferret emptied it unto his captive's newest wound, watching as the light pink liquid sculpted and shaped burnt and sliced flesh as if it were clay. Ristin writhed on the table, tears forgotten as he felt new pleasure blooming in him, expanding within him, becoming a tunnel of bliss.

	“There. All better now.” Valrith Kelm smiled down at his racoon's pussy, perfect female lips spread enticingly on an otherwise male body.

	The next thing Ristin knew, he was being mounted. The weasel above him forced his thickness into the racoon's cunt, making him squeal with the alien feeling.

	“You will forget all this, but remember in your dreams. It will be your secret, just as the simple truth: when you wish for it, all this will reverse...” the Sigil Prince gasped as he pounded out his second release.

	Ristin shivered and cried and humped, feeling his fur stick to the white ferret demon's with his last cum as a true male. The terrible pleasure sank its teeth into him, and the amputee cuntboy raccoon screamed as everything turned white.

VVV

	“Enjoy your dreams.” said Valrith, leaving the room with a smile. His pet would need the rest for tomorrow. Six new arrivals wanted some exotic fun.