Brother Laurent trudged through a snowy forest, struggling against a frigid snow storm and replaying his last few hours in his head. What had begun as a fairly standard evening of drinking alone in the church he was the charge of had taken a turn when a mysterious woman had asked for shelter from a blizzard. The woman, as it turned out, was a demon come to steal his soul. But through some twist of fate, Laurent had transformed himself into a demon, probably impregnated his attempted murderer, and was now being led into a forest by her to meet  other people, who were presumably also demons. 

	The demon was currently wrapped around his arm, cheerfully walking next to him as she led him towards a clearing. She was much shorter than he was, and covered in charcoal-grey skin. On her face was a wooden mask made to look like a wolf's skull, and  a bushy black tail wagged behind her. Occasionally, the demon would look up to him and smile, revealing two bright blue flames that sat in her eye sockets. Laurent recalled how alien her appearance had seemed to him at first, but now, not only was he used to her, he was now as alien as she was. His skin was as black as hers, he had a small, flossy tail sprouting from his lower back, and on his face was a wooden mask shaped like a deer's skull, complete with a small set of antlers. As Laurent wondered if he could manage to find a pair of trousers that would fit around his tail, the demon stopped abruptly.

	"Could you wait here for a second? The other guys weren't really expecting company," she whispered as she ran in front of him, "Oh, and if you hear me screaming, feel free to step in." Before he could say anything, the demon bounded towards a clearing and motioned for Laurent to hide behind a bush. Just after he did so, a shadowy figure emerged from the storm. Laurent was able to listen in on the conversation the demon was having with the figure.
"How did it go with that priest, Lillie?" the figure asked in a gruff, masculine voice as it leaned against a tree.
"It went a lot better than I expected."
"So you got his soul then?" The demon hesitated for a moment.
"Umm... He doesn't technically have it anymore."
"Well, do you have it?"
"It's nearby."
"Oh no."
"What."
"You didn't."
"Listen!" the demon whined, "He was really pathetic, but in a cute way, and then he pulled a complete turn around and put candles in my-"
"I don't want to hear it," the figure bellowed, "You didn't just leave him in that church, did you?"
"Well, we actually burned down the church, and he's hiding in that bush." The demon pointed towards the bush Laurent was hiding behind.
    
  	Cautiously, Laurent stood up and waved.
"Hello," he said awkwardly, "My name's Laur-"
"Holy shit!" the figure exclaimed, "Why didn't you tell me he's a demon?"
"I thought that's what you meant when you said 'You didn't'."
"Wait, who's a demon?" a fourth, more nasally voice interjected.
"Get out of here, Edgar," the figure shouted as another, shorter figure appeared behind him, "Don't stick your nose in-"
"You know that priest I was supposed to seduce?"
"Yeah?"
"Well he's a demon."
"Shouldn't we have figured that out before we sent-"
"Lillie turned him into one, idiot," the taller figure shouted, "You, new guy. Get over here."

	Laurent shuffled awkwardly towards the group of demons, covering his exposed loins with a bundle of linen sheets "Lillie" had given him to hold on their way to the forest. 
"What are you doing?" Lillie hissed, grabbing the sheets away from him, "Don't embarrass us."
"Yeah, come on lover boy. Is your dick to pretty or something?" the larger figure bellowed as he sauntered towards Laurent, arms crossed and shoulders back, "Oh man, Seran is not going to be happy tonight, Lillie."
"This is, like, my first major screw up. It's not like she'll just... just kill me, right?"
"It’s not you I'm worried about," he said, pointing towards Laurent. Laurent glanced at the other demons in front of him, and then back to "The Demon," who was returning his nervous stare. The shortest demon walked in front of the group, stretching lazily and yawning as he did so.  
"We can worry about that later. Let’s introduce ourselves to the new guy. He's kinda cute."

	A few minutes later, Laurent was introduced Edgar and Garth, who wore owl skull and bear skull masks respectively, and formally introduced to Lillie, who was still clutching his arm, as the four demons sat around a fire pit hidden behind a thick wall of foliage. Much to his surprise, the other demons were remarkably welcoming, laughing and chatting to each other as he and Lillie recounted their tale to them.
"So," Laurent said, breaking an awkward silence that had fallen onto the group after he had finished his story, "This Seran guy, what's he like?" After a few ums and ahs from the group, Garth spoke up.
"Well, Seran is a woman, first off. And she's kind of our leader, just because she probably knows more about this whole demon thing than any of us. She's one of the oldest people I've ever met, about three hundred and thirty."
"What's she like personality-wise?"
"Total Bitch," Edgar interjected. Garth slapped the back of his head.
"She can be a bit hard to get along with, but once you get to know her, she's alright. Fun at parties, if you're into... that." Laurent began to glance around the fire pit nervously.
"Where is she now?"
"She's running some errands to get some ingredients for a spell or something. I think that's why-"

	Suddenly, in a flash of black smoke and bright light, another demon, who was certainly Seran, appeared in the middle of the bonfire. Her back was turned to Laurent and Lillie.
"Surprise, bitches!" she exclaimed as she posed victoriously, resting one hand on her curvy hip and holding a cloth sac up in the other. Laurent dove into another bush behind him before he had a chance to be seen.
"You guys look like you just saw a ghost," she chuckled at the two stunned demons in front of her, which were doing their best not to draw attention to the bush Laurent was hiding in.
	
	From the bush, Laurent was able to able to examine Seran. Her skin was the same as his, she was about half a head taller than he was, and had a tail like the other demons. But hers was wrapped around her left leg. And as it uncurled itself, Laurent realized that her shapely legs were not entirely human. Below her knees, her legs tapered down and bent backwards into hooves. She was even less human, he observed, as when she stretched while she spoke to Edgar and Garth, she flexed backwards, stretching her arms forwards and arching her back in an impossible way so that her breasts slumped up her chests, and so she was mask to mask with Lillie. It was then that Laurent saw Seran's "face". 

	The first thing Laurent noticed was an unnaturally wide smile that spread across her face under her mask as she spoke to Lillie. The next was the mask itself. Seran's mask didn't appear to represent any earthly animal he knew of. Four narrow, sharp eye holes sat in the center of the mask, and as the mask descended down her face, it began to resemble the skull of some kind of coyote or fox, complete with rows of jagged teeth. A short set of spiral horns protruded from the top of her forehead and swept backwards, and a pair of long, sharp ears bedecked in gold piercings jutted backwards.  Saran suddenly brought herself upright, and sat in between Garth and Edgar.   

	"So," Seran said in a deep feminine voice with a strange, half French accent, "Got any good news for me sweet-cheeks?" Her smile widened as she wrapped her arms around the shoulders of the men next to her, pulling them towards her. They looked at each other nervously, and then to Lillie, who was scratching the back of her neck as she attempted to explain her situation. 
"Well, I think it’s pretty good," she said with a shrug, "Whether you think it’s good is..." Seran's flaming eyes narrowed and hardened, but her smile remained just as inhumanly wide as before.
"So I take it getting that loser priest's soul didn't go as smoothly as it should have. Mind explaining why?"
"He... convinced me... to do otherwise..."
"What kind of otherwise?" Seran replied slyly. She paused for a moment until her eyes widened."Stand up for me." Lillie reluctantly did as she asked, revealing her bruised rump to her peers. Seran laughed gleefully as she examined the bruises and scars on the demons back, poking and prodding her as she admired Laurent's handiwork. 

	"I see! I guess he figured out where you're soft spot is," Seran teased, "You didn't happen to let him live, did you? I'd quite like to meet him."
"Really?" the demon responded with a sigh of relief, "I-I sort of... he's still around."
"If he can do this as a human, just imagine what he could do if he were one of us." Edgar and Garth instantly relaxed, laughing to each other as they allowed themselves to breathe again. Lillie squealed in excitement and turned to face Seran, grabbing on to her hands and bouncing up and down as her tail wagged back and forth excitedly.
"You'll love him! He's kinda awkward, but when he gets going, he-"
"Where is he, sweetie?"
"In that bush!"

	With a snap of her fingers, Seran somehow caused the bush Laurent was hiding in to burst into flames and disintegrate into nothing. Cautiously, Laurent stood up and waved.
"Hello," he said awkwardly, "My name's Laur-" He was cut off by a sharp whistle from Seran, who was beginning to saunter towards him. She stopped just in front of him, posing seductively while she flipped her hair out of her eyes, which was shaved off except for a wide band in the middle of her head, and let to fall to one side.
"It’s been a while since I got to try out a new man," she said lecherously. She turned and walked away motioning for him to follow. He looked to Lillie, who's expression had become sour once she realized Seran's intentions. She sprung towards him and latched onto his arm, shooting him a stern look as they left the fire pit.

	Thankfully, the blizzard had dwindled into a cold breeze by the time the group stopped next to a dying tree after a short walk. Seran slumped lazily against it, and motioned for Laurent and Lillie to sit across from her. She noticed  how Lillie was clutching on to Laurent, and a wicked smile spread across her face. 
"So, new guy," she teased, "If you sent someone to go out and do something for you, and they didn't do that thing, what would you do?" He stole a glance at Lillie, who had tightened her grip around his arm, and began to press her legs together.
"I don't know," he replied cautiously.
"What would you do, Lillie?" Seran said as she tried to hold back laughter. She failed and fell backwards on the ground, laughing, and absent-mindedly exposing her lower parts to her two acquaintances. However, she stopped suddenly, pulled herself upright and began to speak again. 
"Come over here, Lillie," Seran said as she patted the ground in front of her, "I think you ought to be punished, don't you?" 
	
	Lillie nervously stood up and slowly walked in front of Seran, who spread her legs open and gestured for her to sit in between them. After Lillie sat down, Seran pulled her back against her chest and started running her fingers through Lillie's hair. Lillie became increasingly nervous, but as Seran's hands moved from Lillie’s head to her belly and chest, her tail betrayed her emotions and started to wag softly. Suddenly, Seran's left hand dove towards Lilies sex as her right hand clasped onto Lillie’s breasts. She pinched Lillie’s clit between her sharp nails, and did the same for one of her nipples, making Lillie squeal and squirm while Seran held her in place. After about a minute of this abuse, Seran stopped momentarily and spoke to Laurent.

	"Am I doing a good job so far?" she said with a mocking sneer. Laurent remained silent as he sat down and shifted his legs to try and hide his growing erection, "Not feeling talkative? Don't think you can do better than this?" Seran released Lillie from her grasp momentarily, and clasped her hands together. As she drew them apart a long, golden, ribbed crescent appeared in between them. She then shoved Lillie away from her, knelt so that her hooves crossed under her behind, and drove one half of the crescent into her sex, sighing quietly as she did so. Lillie, who was now splayed out on the snowy ground, slowly got up. For a moment, she turned to Laurent, who was now watching the two women in equal parts confusion and arousal.
"Hey," she said sheepishly, "You wouldn't mind it if I just..." Laurent shrugged his shoulders.
"No, go ahead. I want to see where this goes." Seran broke out into laughter once more.
"Amazing! He's already got the right mindset! I don't think he was ever human at all!"

	Lillie crawled towards Seran as a few droplets of moisture fell from her slit. She stood up and then slowly lowered herself onto Seran's golden sex toy, straddling her voluptuous hips and resting her head between her bosom. She then began to raise and lower herself, grinding her sex against her lover's metal shaft while she wrapped her arms around Seran. As she did this, Seran gently patted her thigh and flank, gingerly caressing her curves until another sadistic smile slithered across her face. As she stroked Lillie's behind, she dug her nails into it, leaving tiny red scratches, and making Lillie inhale sharply each time she did so. Despite the assault on her rump, Lillie continued, and then hastened her self-induced punishment until she was moaning loudly with each motion. Seran felt that her prey was reaching her climax, and as she did so she spread Lillie's cheeks and then dug her nails into them. Lillie's moans became faster and louder until she was just about to have an orgasm. And then she stopped.

	Lillie stopped, because with a snap of her fingers, Seran disappeared from underneath her, leaving her face down and ass up in the snow. Seran suddenly re-appeared in front of Laurent. She leaned forward so that she was face to face with him.	
"She's all yours. Warmed her up for you," With a wink, she sauntered away from Laurent, brushing his face with her tail as she did so. After she had left Laurent stood up and walked toward Lillie’s upended rump. 	
"She does this to me all the time," she whined, "I should have known. What an asshole."
"Oh, cheer up," Laurent said as he pulled Lillie onto her knees by her hair, "You'll get yours."
"What are you gonna do to me?" Lillie asked excitedly as her tail waved back and forth behind her. Laurent sat down next to her and rested on his hand.
"Well you did just cheat on me."
"And?"
"That tree over there wouldn't be too comfortable if someone tied you to it."
"And?!"
"I'll be right back."

	Laurent got up and sprinted back towards the fire pit, leaving Lillie knelt down alone in the middle of the forest. 
"Why do you people do this to me?" she screamed at him as she sprung to her feet, "This is worse than the bondage!"
"Just relax, I'm getting some rope!"
"Fine!" Lillie sat down against the tree, pressing her legs together and whimpering quietly to herself as she tried sate her desires with her fingers. But this did little to satisfy her, and instead only pushed her further into her lust. But thankfully, after what felt to Lillie like hours, Laurent returned with the linen sheets he had held before twisted into makeshift ropes. Lillie stopped her attempt to please herself and leaped up to hug him. Laurent realized, however, that Lillie was not only hugging him, but also grinding her moistened sex against his leg, quivering slightly as she did so.

	Laurent threw the ropes against the tree and picked Lillie up by her arms. He then walked her over to the tree and placed each of her arms over two of its mangled branches. He fetched the first piece of rope and tied it tightly around her waist, adjusting her so that the two were at eye level with each other. He took a second length of rope and walked to the other side of the tree with it. Lillie gasped as Laurent grabbed onto both of her legs, crossing her ankles around the other side of the tree and tying them together so that her legs were spread open. Laurent then picked up the final two pieces of rope and tied one around Lillie's right arm, binding it firmly to the branch. But as he was about to tie down the second one, Lillie spoke again.
"Before you do that, watch this!"

   The demon took her free hand and slid her mask upwards so that her mouth was revealed, but her eyes were covered. She smiled savagely, revealing a set of sharp fangs, and an equally knife-like tongue. She allowed her tongue to hang from her mouth as she panted lecherously, letting a few droplets of saliva to drip from its pointed tip.
"What'd you do that for?" Laurent asked.
"Well, it’s going to be hard to make out if my mouth is covered by my mask." Laurent snickered a little as he bound her left arm.
"We aren't there just yet." From Lillie's blinded perspective, she managed to hear Laurent walk a few meters away from her. She heard a snapping sound from somewhere, and then Laurent's snowy footsteps in front of her again. Suddenly, a jolt of pain arced across her belly. 

	Laurent stood in front of Lillie, holding a tree branch he had snapped off of a conifer. He struck her with it once more, making her moan and pant with lust as she twisted and contorted in her bindings. He hit her again and again until small red bands of blood began to appear from the scratches he had left behind. He paused for a moment, thinking to himself he had gone too far. However, he realized he had gone just far enough when he saw his lover's expression. Lillie's mouth was agape with a warped, hungry smile. A cloud of moisture appeared in front of her each time she exhaled, and beads of saliva and condensation dripped off of her lips and pointed tongue. Laurent dropped the stick on the ground and stood just in front of Lillie. He reached around the tree, fumbling for moment to untie the binds that held her legs in place. Once those were undone, he slid his mask up as she had demonstrated, temporarily blinding him, but freeing his mouth.

	With one hand, Laurent held onto Lillie's hips as he drove his stiffened member into her boiling insides, and with the other he caressed the side of her face as their lips met. She aided him by wrapping her legs around him, guiding each thrust as she did so. Laurent rubbed his tongue against hers as he thrust into her. Compared to his, Lillie's tongue was swift an nimble, dancing around and teasing his, only allowing them to meet if he pleased her enough with his manhood. Lusty fluids were squeezed from Lillie's sex as Laurent's member glided in and out of her, rubbing against her greedy folds and pressing against her soft innards. Suddenly, she bit down on his tongue, signaling that she was nearing her climax. Laurent doubled his efforts, and after another minute, he too was at his limit. After another few grinds against Lillie's steaming insides, Laurent allowed himself to release a torrent of semen into his lover’s greedy sex. As he did so, he managed to catch and bite down on Lillie’s tongue, causing her to heave and contort under him. Spurts of white hot seed squirted out from the sides of her slit as he continued to glide in and out of her until he was certain he was spent.

     Lillie unwrapped her legs from around her lover’s waist, letting them droop lazily under her as he pulled out. They released the grips they had on each other’s tongues, making a sticky strand of saliva hang from between their lips for a moment. A similar web of seed still ran from the tip of Laurent's manhood to Lillie’s sex as a small but steady trickle of semen dripped down her dainty legs and onto the snowy ground. Laurent untied the ropes around her waist and arms and gently placed her onto her feet. When he saw that she was to shaken to stand on her own, he lowered her against the tree, and then sat on the frosty ground next to her.

	"I hope you've learned a valuable lesson," Laurent chuckled as he scooped from snow off of the ground and began cleaning Lillie’s scratches with it. Lillie winced a little as he dragged the soft snow against her chest and stomach, removing the drops of blood that were running across her belly and down her cleavage. As she finished, she leaned forward and tried to kiss him on the cheek, but missed and ended up sticking her tongue in his ear.
"Why don't you put your mask back down," Laurent said, cleaning his ear.
"I like having it up," she whined, "I'll put it down either when I need to see or my teeth stop being sore." Laurent looked at her quizzically.	
"Why are your teeth sore? Why are my teeth sore?" he said as he became aware of the throbbing sensation in his mouth. He examined his lover’s mouth, and after a moment he was able to discern that Lillie's fangs were becoming sharper, and that the set of teeth behind them were sharpening into fangs as well. Laurent explained to her what was happening, and then asked her to check if the same was happening to him. She slid her mask down, Laurent slid his up, and she looked inside his mouth.	

	"That's so cute!" Lillie squealed while running her finger along Laurent's newly sharpened canines, "We match now!"
Laurent took Lillie’s hand out of his mouth and slid his mask back over his face.
"How is this happening?"
"Magic, probably."
"Yes, but how."
"I don't know," Lillie sighed, "These things just happen when you’re a demon. You become, like, shaped by your actions. Or the magic could just mess with you."
"How can 'the magic' just 'mess with you'?"
"Magic can have a pretty sick sense of humor," she said matter-of-factly, "Oh! I think I read somewhere that it's your subconscious desires making themselves real! Weird, huh?"

	"Did somebody say weird?" Seran said as she popped into existence behind the couple.  Lillie shrieked and flailed forward until she saw Seran behind her, smilingly hysterically as she lay on her side, supporting her head with her hand. Lillie’s face drooped into the same look of cold contempt Laurent's was expressing.
"Oh, hi there Seran," he said glumly, "How are you?"
"Just great, you pervert, you," she said while she sat upright, breasts swaying slightly while as playfully nudged Laurent's shoulder, "How about you sweet-cheeks? You holding up okay?" Lillie did her best to ignore Seran's taunting sneer. 
"You watched us, didn't you?" Lillie said quietly. Seran snickered quietly to herself.
"Maybe..." she said coyly, "Would you have liked it if I did?"
"Shut up you-"
"What do you want, Seran?" Laurent interjected. Seran's inhuman smile widened somehow.
"Simple! I want you!"

	Laurent stood up, followed immediately by Lillie and then Seran, who stood up lazily and pretended to stretch by pushing her shoulder together and leaning forwards towards Laurent. 
"Follow me," Seran said as she grabbed onto Laurent's arm, pulling him away from Lillie.
"No, stop!" Lillie whined, grabbing on to Laurent’s other arm and pulling him away from Seran. "Quit trying to steal my boyfriend, you jerk!"
"Let me try him out once, and if I don't like him, you can have him back!" Seran shouted as she yanked Laurent back towards herself.
"That's not fair!" Lilie screeched, yanking him again.
"Sure it is! If I wanted, I could just take him!"
"Could I just-"
"Shut up Laurent! I turned you into a demon, so I got dibs!" But, with a sudden burst of strength, Seran yanked Laurent away from Lillie and sent him tumbling behind her. She then shoved Lillie to the ground and straddled her chest.
"If you don't let me have him, just this once," she whispered as she gently stroked the side of Lillie’s face, "I'll tell him you-" 	
"You wouldn't," she interjected quietly as her eyes widened in terror, “Please, don't."
"Then is that a 'yes' to 'Can I have him'?" Seran said, smiling sadistically while drops of moisture from her sex dripped down Lillie’s stomach.
"Fine," she replied as she tried to hold herself back from crying, "Just take him and leave."
"Ooh, thank you!" Seran said in feigned thanks as she clapped her hands together in joy. She sprung off of Lillie and jumped towards Laurent, grabbing his arm and tugging him deeper into the forest.

	"What did you say to Lillie to get her to let me go with you?" Laurent asked after a few minutes of walking.
"With Lillie, you just have to know what to say," she giggled. Eventually, Seran stopped abruptly and looked around. Suddenly she pinned him to a tree by jamming her forearm against his throat.
"Alright, new guy," Seran sneered while Laurent struggled under her arm, "I think we might have some disputed territory. Because you've been hurting poor, poor Lillie. And that's my job!"
"And you're gonna choke me to death? Out of jealousy?" he spat. Seran snickered wickedly.
"Of course not! You're too cruel for me to kill! I want to fight you... over Lillie," she whispered lecherously. "Whoever makes the other come first gets first pick on Lillie. No holding back, no rules."
"And if I say no?"
"I'm not gonna let you."
"Works for me."

	Suddenly, Laurent grabbed onto one of Seran's horns and shoved her downwards, freeing him from her arm. He brought his knee up to her gut, be she leaped out of the way and elbowed him in his ribs. Laurent threw a punch which connected with Seran's face, sending her reeling backwards. She laughed for a moment as a rivulet of blood fell from under her mask and down her chin. She stuck a lengthy tongue out of her mouth and lapped it up, giggling manically as she did so.
"I thought you said we were going to bang?" Laurent shouted as Seran walked towards him, rubbing the line of blood that was now running down her breast. 
"Haven't you heard of foreplay?" She said, winding up a punch. Laurent tried to duck out of the way, but the punch connected with his gut, making him double over. From his lowered view, he saw a drizzle of moisture drip from Seran’s sex and flow down the insides of her legs. Her eyes were widened and crazed, and her mouth was twisting into a lecherous, deranged smile. But just as she was about to speak, Laurent tackled her to the ground. After a brief scuffle on the icy forest floor, Laurent was able  to get on top of Seran. He managed to grab her hands around her neck, and as she thrashed and scratched at him, he tightened his grip.
"You're crazy," Laurent said through clenched teeth. "This isn't even about Lillie, is it?"
"Smart and sadistic! What a great combination!" she cackled sarcastically, "Now shut up and fuck me!" 
Laurent contemplated on his actions for a moment. His mind wandered back to Lillie, who was probably sitting against- 

	His thoughts were interrupted by Seran. Her manic smile was replaced by an irked scowl. 
"You pussy. Just stick it in me already. If I have to make you rape me, we're going to have issues."
"Fine, jeez."  Laurent Slowly slid his member into Seran's ravenous sex and began thrusting anxiously. 
"You fuck!" Seran shrieked, "You tie her to a tree and whip her with a branch, and you can't even choke me a little? You wimp! Hurt me, or I'll rip your guts out!"
"Fine. FINE!" he shouted has he clenched down on Seran's neck, "I'll make you regret saying that!" Seran's breathing became labored as Laurent thrust furiously into her and pressed harder and harder onto her neck. She heaved under him, causing her breasts to brush softly against his chest. She raised one hand and caressed his face.
"That's... better," she coughed," That's perfect." 

	Seran stared dreamily up at Laurent's scowling face as her arm went limp and fell to her side. Laurent savagely bucked his hips into Seran's slit, making her breasts jerk up and down, which was spreading the line of blood from her nose across her cleavage. Finally, Laurent ejaculated deep inside Seran's body as a maniacal smile slowly stretched across her face and her fiery orange eyes fluttered shut. But he didn't stop there. Driven by his rage, Laurent continued to pound Seran, brutally ramming his throbbing manhood into her dripping sex.  However, he became aware of a voice off in the distance. He became more aware of it when he was pulled away from Seran's body by a familiar black hand. 

	"What the fuck are you doing!" Lillie shouted at Laurent, who was shocked out of his frenzy when she did so. He released his grip from Seran's neck and stood up slowly.  He stared at his hands, then at Lillie, and then at the bloody, cum-covered, and motionless Seran. 
"Did you just kill Seran with your dick?!" Lillie screamed.
"She was asking for it. Don't look at me like that!" Laurent replied as Lillie stared at him in disbelief, "She literally told me to strangle her!"
The couple looked back at Seran. They stared at her for a moment until she finally stirred. She leaned forwards and used her arms to prop herself onto one knee. She wheezed dreadfully, but the wheezing turned into a hoarse chuckle as she stood up and drunkenly stumbled towards the couple.

	"This guy," Seran said in an recognizably raspy voice ,"Is a sociopath. You got -so- lucky, sweet-cheeks. So lucky." 
Seran stumbled towards Lillie and leaned over her. She forced her weight onto Lillie, who struggled to hold up her punch-drunk 'friend'. Lillie collapsed, and ended up with Seran on top of her.
"I like him, Lillie. A lot. I think I'll keep him to myself."
"You bitch!" Lillie hissed, "I thought you said just once!"
"Once isn't enough. He's mine. I'm his," she hissed lecherously.
"I can't believe you'd do this to me."
"And do you know what the worst part is?" she whispered perversely, "I told him everything." Lillie covered her mouth in horror as she forced herself backwards until her back was against a tree. Seran crawled towards her on all fours.
"He knows all about what you did, you perverted slut!"

	At this point, Laurent was becoming worried. But as he approached the two women, Seran snapped her fingers and a giant apple appeared in his mouth. As he tried to remove the fruit from his mouth, Seran continued to torment Lillie.
"I told him everything," Seran screamed viciously as Lillie covered her mouth and sobbed. She shook her head in disbelief, but remained silent.
"He knows about the animals. The wolves. How you let them use you. How you whored yourself out to a pack god forsaken of animals! You should have seen his face!"
"Just stop," Lillie whimpered pathetically.
"He was disgusted!" Seran continued, "He thinks you're disgusting! That's what this is," she said, crouching over her while drops of Laurent's semen dripped from Seran's sex onto her mask and chest, "He's mine now! He couldn't give a shit about you! You got him in, and he's done with you! He's mine! He's-"

	Seran's rant was cut short when Laurent's knee made contact with her side sending her flying away from Lillie. He sat down next to her, wrapping his arms around her as he tried to comfort her. Lillie sobbed uncontrollably and tried to pull herself away from him. He held her closer to his chest and stroked the back of her head as she continued to cry. Seran was rolled over on her side facing the couple as she began to laugh at them.
"What the hell is the matter with you?" he barked at Seran as her laughter intensified. He then turned to the tearful demon next to him.
"Don't worry, she's lying. She didn't say any of that," he assured Lilie. She immediately stopped crying and snapped her neck towards Seran who was rolling on the floor, laughing psychotically.
"So he found out about this now?!" Lillie shouted at Seran, who was nodding her head as tears streamed down her twisted, smiling face. She turned back to Laurent, who was still holding her next to him. "Fuck me, then. Well, now you know my darkest secret."
"I'm fine with it," Laurent said dryly, "It's kinda hot, actually."
"Well I'm not! I hate thinking about those animals." 
"Do you, you whore?" Seran chortled, "Is that why you look like one?" 

	Seran slapped the ground hysterically as she struggled to cease her laughing for long enough to speak.
"You are so angry," she wheezed gleefully at the couple, "You could just rip me in half, couldn't you!"
"Why don't you just leave us alone, Seran?" 
"Because this is the angriest I've ever seen your little pet, over there," She said as she rose to her knees and started fingering herself, "Look at her she's shaking!" Seran's voice was becoming deep and sultry again. "You want to hate-fuck the shit out of me, don't you, sweet-cheeks?"
"Nobody wants to-"
"Absolutely," Lillie interjected, "Get on your back and open your mouth, asshole."
"Oh, yes master!" Seran said mockingly as she slid her mask up her face and brought her hands up to her breasts, contorting them so that they resembled paws. She opened her widened maw and let her lengthy tongue flap lazily down her face. She began to pant, and barked occasionally as Lillie lunged to her feet. 
"Stop that!" Lillie screamed as she approached her. Seran continued to bark jeeringly at her, waving her rump back and forth as she wagged her tail. Suddenly, Lillie pounced on Seran. She pushed Seran onto her back, straddled her face and forced her sex against Seran's grinning mouth as she fell into the snow. 

	"L-Lick it," Lillie demanded nervously. Seran eagerly complied, burrowing her tongue inside Lilie's yearning sex, making her moan and quiver in sullen pleasure. Lillie then turned her attention to Laurent, who was nervously watching her mash her groin against Seran's face.
"Get over here and fuck her!"
"Again?"
"DO IT NOW!" Laurent did as Lillie instructed and jammed his manhood into Seran's torrid folds, pushing some of her fluids and his seeds out as he did so. Lillie adjusted herself so that she faced Laurent and rested her hands on Seran's breasts. Lillie continued to rub her sex into Seran's face, wailing and writhing as Seran did her best to pleasure her. She thrashed and whipped her tongue against Lillie’s dripping innards as she groped and lacerated her hips and the sides of her abdomen with her nails.

	Lilie's mental state was softening as her expression shifted from rage to joy. She shuddered and squirmed as an orgasm tore up through her body, causing her to lose her balance and fall over towards Laurent, who was still dutifully thrusting away at Seran's neither regions. He stopped for a moment to catch her, pausing for a moment to balance her upright on top of Seran. However, as a second climax peaked through her, Lillie fell backwards and lay with her legs straddling Seran's head. Seran dragged her tongue out of Lillie’s slit and let it dangle out of the side of her mouth. Lillie spoke to Laurent, who was still eagerly humping Seran.
"You better not cum in her again," she said in a soft yet menacing tone, "I don't want her getting any ideas..."

	Laurent obliged, and as he ejaculated, he pulled out and shot his semen across Seran's chest and belly. Exhausted, he leaned backwards away from Seran, who was now running her fingers across her semen covered chest. She rubbed a bit of Laurent's seed on two of her fingers and brought it to her mouth, allowing it to drop into her hungry maw. 
"Thank you," Seran said to Laurent as a sly grin slid across her face. She sat upright and twisted backwards to face Lillie, "You too, sweet-cheeks. Maybe you're alpha material after all." Seran burst out laughing, stood up, and walked away.
"I'll see you two later," she said as she scraped Laurent's seed off of her chest, "I'm going to see if I can bang Edgar."
"I thought Edgar was gay," Laurent said to Lillie, who was still lying in the snow in front of him.
"That won’t stop her," Lillie said as she tried to stand up. However, she failed and fell over on her side.

	"My legs fell asleep," she whined as Laurent stood over her.
"Try slapping them a little," he said as he sat down next to her, patting her thighs softly once he had settled down. "If it's any consolation, I've got a pretty bad headache."
"Are your teeth sore again? Mine are," she said as she thumbed her growing fangs, " I guess I-"
Lillie shrieked in pain as one of her calves cracked backwards. She winced and grabbed onto it, but screamed in pain and horror again when her other leg did the same. 
"What's happening to you?" Laurent shouted as he rushed to Lillie’s aid. Lillie said nothing and only clutched her mutating legs. Laurent tried to do his best to comfort her, but nothing he said or did was of any help. All Lillie could do was grab onto his waist and bury her face into his chest while she waited for the pain to pass. For another two minutes Lillie’s legs bent and twisted, forming into a new inhuman shape. Finally, and much to her relief, the pain in Lillie’s legs stopped.

	Lillie looked up to Laurent, whose eyes were darting back and forth between her head and her feet.
"What happened to my legs?" she asked, half crying. 
"Well, you might be really happy... or... you might never want to look at your legs ever again." 
Lillie reluctantly let go of Laurent's chest and craned her head towards her lower half. Her eyes widened in shock as she saw that her dainty, slim legs had transformed into those of a wolf. From her hips down, a thin layer of dark ashen fur covered her legs. They had, for the most part, retained their shape up to her knees, where they then bent backwards and then formed into paws. She stared at them in a dazed silence for a moment. After that moment passed, she stood up nervously, wobbling slightly as she tried to balance herself. Laurent shot upwards, grabbing onto Lillie’s shoulders as she nearly fell over.
	
	“What are we gonna do about this?”  Laurent asked concernedly as he did his best to make sure Lillie retained her balance. Lillie, who was staring blankly into the forest, slowly turned her head towards him.
“We should tell the others,” she said softly, “This is usually a big deal for demons.”
“What will they think?” he said while his lover stumbled forward towards the distant glow of the campfire. 
“They should be happy for me. Like I said,” she whimpered as a shallow frown fell upon her face, “This is cause for celebration.”
“Well then act like it,” he whispered as he stood in front of her and took her hands in his, “Don’t be ashamed of yourself. It’s not like they’ll judge you for something you probably can’t even control”
“I don’t care if they don’t judge me,” she muttered,” I’ll judge me.”
“We’ll I won’t,” he said as he hugged her, “And I don’t care if you can’t stand yourself. I can. And I’ll love you, whatever kind of legs you have.”

	For a moment, Lillie stood silently in Laurent’s embrace until a gentle smile spread across her mouth.
“I can’t believe you said that with a straight face,” she teased as her usual chipper complexion returned to her. He couldn’t help but notice that her tail had begun to wag again.
“Cut me some slack,” he chuckled as he released her from his arms, “This is the first time I ever had to comfort someone because their legs transformed.”
“But seriously,” she said as her face hardened again, “ Do you actually like them?”
“Of course!” 
“And you don’t mind that I-I...”
“Water under the bridge. Hopefully you won’t have to resort to that while I’m around!” 
Laurent walked backwards away from his lover, who bounded gleefully towards him. Unfortunately, she stumbled as she tried to run with her new legs, tripping on herself and landing face first in the snow.
"Maybe you aught to take it slow, for a while," Laurent insisted as he crouched next to her.
"I'll get used to it," Lillie replied as she sprung back upright, sitting in the snow.
"Come on. Let me help you," he asserted as he stood back upright. He grabbed onto Lillie's underarms, holding on to her as she caught her balance again and stood still for a minute.

	"Just so you know," Lillie said as she held her arms out to either side of her, "I think those horns of yours really suit you. They bring out your, uh, eyes."
"I think they're supposed to be antlers." Lillie shook her head.
"Those dropped off a while ago. You horns-"
"Wait, what?" With a jolt of panic, Laurent felt the top of his mask where his antlers had been a moment ago. He then looked behind Lillie and saw what appeared to be a pile of saw dust in the snow. Slowly, her touched the sides of his head where his headache had been before. His fingers immediately rubbed up against a spiral protrusion that stuck out well past the side of his head.
"Lillie, what do my horn's look like?" Laurent asked cautiously.
"Do you know what a ram is?"
"I think so."
"Then like their horns, probably."
"Are you okay with that?" Laurent asked confidently. Lillie nodded her head eagerly. "Well then I'm okay with that!" 

	Once Laurent was confident that Lillie would not fall over, he stuck his elbow out towards her invitingly. She obliged, and grabbed onto his arm with her whole body, half leaning on him, half hugging him as they walked towards the distant fiery light, eager to participate in whatever celebrations their companions would have for them.