#instantimp

Your new house was perfect. You had saved up quite a bit to buy an original pre-Great Incursion home in the countryside. It wasn’t so far out that you had to worry about monsters in the deep woods but it was far enough from the suburbs and cities to give you a sense of peace. The new Federal States government may guarantee housing for those willing to live in the city but it was a sign of pride that you were able to get a house. A place to truly make into a home of your own. It was also the perfect place to work on your art.

Yet, there was also a problem. Being out in the countryside it was difficult to get everything you needed. The nearest town was a good 30 minute bike ride away and you didn’t own a car, having relied on the public transportation in the city. The movers had bought the items from your apartment but a single bedroom apartment wasn’t enough for a full sized house - well, cottage but it was still more than twice the size of your old apartment. You needed a real table, chairs, book cases, and a whole slew of other random things. Not to mention all of the space outside you now had. It was as daunting as it was exciting.

Luckily, there was an easy albeit expensive option. Instant Imp. You could order most things online and they would deliver it to you within an hour or so. They even had a new service where you could go into town and shop, then summon an imp directly and have the items teleported to your front door. It was definitely cheaper than paying for individual delivery from the stores or hiring movers to be on call while you were shopping.

  A notification popped up on your phone from the Instant Imp app. We noticed you moved!

Opening the notification you read over the detailed information. A discount on large transportation services for a week. Well, that just settled it. Instant Imp it was.

You were at the secondhand store. It was better than some of those in the city with high turnover and everyone cleaning out their closet. This was closer to a true antique store. It was full of hardwood furniture from long before the Great Incursion. The new stuff was so expensive and so often it was enchanted which was nice but drove the price up even more. Buying the cottage had drained most of your savings so you had to keep your budget for furniture tight.

You ran your hand over the beautiful oak table, it wasn’t in perfect condition. The legs were scuffed, the polish on one edge rubbed off, and one of the chairs was missing. But if you pushed it up against the wall of your kitchen - probably what the previous owner had done - it would be a wonderful place to eat breakfast…or let it be a great place to build up random crap.

Taking off the bottom half of the tag you headed up to the counter. In your hands was also the bottom stub for a lovely chaise lounge. The worker rang you up and you handed over a few hundred dollars.

“Would you like the boys to bring this over to your house or you got a truck?”

“Nope, I am going to use Instant Imp,” you explained, already opening up the app on your phone.

“Careful with those imps, I hear they bring bad luck,” the worker warned. Even so she called two men to bring the table, chairs, and chaise to the pickup zone.

Outside you scanned your furniture and sent in the order. A couple of minutes passed and your phone lit up. The light turned on and you pointed the beam down. The Instant Imp sigil was projected against the ground. From the center of the sigil there was a spark of light and puff of smoke. Flapping its wings to hover a couple of feet above the ground was a two foot tall imp dressed in a cute little retro-postal uniform. A half second later and there was another poof, a second slightly larger imp shoved the first out of the way.

“Move,” it snapped. The second imp moved just in time for a third imp to appear. A small horde of five imps poured out of the sigil. Then in less a puff and more billow of smoke a large five foot tall imp appeared. You had never seen an imp of such size. It was intimidating, yet your eyes couldn’t help but be drawn to his thick powerful muscles. He’d make such a good model.

He stepped out of the sigil growling instructions to the smaller imps in their infernal language. The five imps saluted and began lifting the items up, three grabbed chairs, two lifted the chaise. The massive imp flexed his wings as he rolled his shoulders back. Grabbing either side of the table he lifted it over his head.

Your mouth dropped open just a bit and a flush of red went to your cheeks. Wow, that was impressive, it took two men to bring it out here. The imp made their way into the sigil and disappeared. Your items would be stored until you used the app again to complete the delivery. A nice precaution so your items weren’t left on the porch. 

Right now you were done shopping though. Swinging by the grocery store you picked up some pasta and veggies for dinner then headed to your house. Your house. It still felt so great to imagine and know it was no longer a dream.

It took about forty-five minutes from when you ordered the imps to you arriving home and putting away your food. Taking out the app you brought up your order and hit ready to deliver. A couple of minutes later and there was a knock at your door just as the app pinged.

Opening the front door you saw the large imp standing on your porch and the other imps hovering behind him holding your items. “Instant Imp delivery,” he announced.

“Thank you…” A sudden thought crossed your mind as you looked at the large heavy table. “Um, are you able to bring those in? I live alone here, haha, I guess I didn’t think this through.”

If you hadn’t been awkwardly glancing to the side you would have seen a shift in the face of the large imp - from boredom and annoyance to intrigue and interest. “Not supposed to,” he lied smoothly, “but willing for tip.”

“A tip? I didn’t know Imps used money.” It wasn’t that you weren’t willing to give them a bit of cash but it simply surprised you.

“Ah, human language not best. Not tip…favor.”

“Well…I guess you would be doing me a favor, so that’s fair.” But then you thought of the woman working the counter’s warning. Imps brought bad luck. You had heard that they were sometimes inappropriate with people. Wasn’t there a court case you heard about where a person was cursed with cow features or something?

The large imp shifted the table and stretched out his hand. “Then deal?”

“Hang on, you also have to assure that the favor you ask of me isn’t going to be anything strange, it has to be normal.”

There was a slight twitch of the imp’s lips but then his eyes brightened. “I bring in item, exchange I get favor. You will think favor I ask completely normal. Deal?”

You grinned pleased at your cleverness to set the condition and nodded, “deal.” 

As you shook his hand you felt a strange spark, like static electricity, pass between you. Rubbing your palm as the skin tingled, you stepped back and held the door open to the imp. He said something to the other imps in their natural infernal language and they chittered in reply, lining up behind him.

He stepped through into your new home, carrying the table into the kitchen. The other imps waited outside still holding on to the other pieces. You were about to question why when you realized you had only given him permission in your deal. “Put here,” he called out in question.

“A bit more back.” You hurried away from the door to help him position it. Once it was in place he left and came back carrying a chair. Then repeated that twice more with the other two chairs. You directed him to the living room and hurriedly moved a couple of boxes so he could set it down properly. 

“Perfect,” you told him with a smile. “So what favor can I do you?”

“Five,” he replied with a grin.

“What?”

“I bring in item, exchange I get favor.” He repeated the first line of your deal. “I bring in 5 item, exchange I get 5 favor.”

Your eyes widened. Shit. That had been the language, hadn’t it. Not bringing in your items or the delivery. “Fine, of course. Five normal favors. What do you want?”

The large imp stroked his pointed bony chin, his large hoofed foot tapping against your carpet. “Must think. Ah! Favor one get me alcohol drink.”

A drink, you could get him an alcoholic drink. That was a perfectly normal request. He had just worked hard lifting those heavy items. Oh but, “I don’t have any alcohol in the house yet.”

You felt compelled to complete the favor though. It was simply normal. Taking out your phone you went to the favorite seller and ordered a bottle of your favorite whiskey via Instant Imp. Looking at him you smiled, “I had to order some whiskey for you, it should be here soon.”

He smirked, almost as if he was pleased you had gone so far to fulfil his request. His gaze turned considering again. This time he stayed quiet for much longer. The imp sat down on your freshly placed chaise lounge. 

“Favor two…” He said slowly, his eyes watching you carefully as if unsure if this would be acceptable. “Act like animal.”

It was a bit embarrassing but it wasn’t strange. You were glad that the imp was keeping his word to make sure the favors were completely normal.

Kneeling on the rug before the imp you paused. “What animal?”

The imp shrugged, “try out, find one that good.”

You shrugged in return and decided to start out with the basics. On all fours you barked, giving your best dog impression. You pretended to sniff around but you saw the imp frown and shake his head. “Next.”

Meowing you pretended to lick a paw like a haughty cat.  “No, no, next,” the imp said quickly.

You tried to think of another animal and your mind flashed to the cows you passed on the bike ride back from town. “Moooo,” you intoned.

A blush rose to your cheeks. Maybe not a cow. You had a few men call you a cow before because of your larger body size. What other animal could you do? Pig - certainly no. A horse? Yes that would be--

“Perfect,” the imp complimented, “favor three you enjoy being cow, find pleasure.”

Enjoy being like a cow? That was such a strange - and in an instant a tingle like the one you had felt in your hand when making the deal filled your brain -- it was such a normal request. Honestly, it was rather considerate of him to tell you to enjoy being a cow. With a body like yours it could be something you embrace, find pleasurable. You shouldn’t let those rude men ruin being a cow for you.

“Moooo,” you intoned again, a happy smile on your face. Bending down you pretended to eat some grass. “Moooo.”

There was a knock on the door as your phone buzzed. The order from Instant Imp was here. You made to stand but the imp got up first and went to the door retrieving his whiskey. As he brought the delivery inside you felt another tingle on your hand. Oh, he had brought in another item, you owed him another favor. Well, his favors weren’t bad.

The imp popped open the bottle of whiskey, drinking from it directly. “Favor four, give me tour of house.”

Standing up you grinned broadly. Oh your first time showing someone your new home. This was so exciting! “Of course! Well, as you can see I just moved in, so things aren’t really set up yet. But this is the living room. There is a working fireplace - I just need to clean the chimney. I’ll be getting a bit more furniture for company, but along this wall I’m going to put some shelves and bookcases.”

You danced over to the kitchen, “and you’ve seen the kitchen. It is a bit small but since it's just me here it works. I’ll have to get one of those hanging racks for pots and pans though, since there is so little cupboard space.”

Leading him down the short hall you pointed to a door that was a jar, “that’s the bathroom, it has a lovely tub that an adult can actually soak in and a shower for other times. Plumping is a bit old but I am going to get it fixed eventually.”

“This is my bedroom, nothing much to see there.” You hurried past your private space and directed his attention to the other room. “And this is going to be my studio!”

Opening the door you revealed a lot of boxes but also several easels, blank canvases, and box lights. The new renaissance in humanoid-made art after the Great Incursion had been a boon for artists like you. While digital art was still popular many people wanted paintings, portraits, and just physical things they could hold in their homes. You had a good streak selling your art for a few years which had allowed you to save up for this home…well, that and a few patrons that had commissioned works for themselves. Somehow you had become rather well liked among some wealthier monsters after your study of Minotaurs series.

“Studio? You artist,” the imp asked. “Work from home?”

“Yes! I am sure I’ll have to travel for art shows or commissions but I bought this house to be my home and workplace. I even have the space to expand or make a second studio in a shed outside on my land.”

Your land. It still thrilled you to say. It may have only been a couple of acres and most of it wooded but it was yours.

“I see art?” He asked, looking around at the empty canvases.

“Oh sure, I have some photos on my phone. I can show you out in the living room, better than standing in the doorway.” As passionate as you were about your work, the two favors you owed him had slipped your mind or else you would have told him that would count as a favor.

Sitting on your new chaise, you pulled up the photos from a recent exhibit you were included in. The imp sat next to you looking over your phone. Your art was of monsters interacting with the human world, a faun in the park, a minotaur at a cafe, a werewolf at a train stop. 

“This is some of my older work. I want to return to doing more things like this.” You pulled up your old minotaur series and the second one you did on orcs.

Suddenly, a reminder pinged on your phone that you had to start dinner. If you didn’t put in reminders you would forget while working and it was easier just to keep them on all the time. This one made you realize that you’d spent well over an hour with this imp. “Alright, let’s hurry up with those last two favors,” you told him.

The imp frowned slightly, then seemed hit with inspiration. “Ah, favo--”

Suddenly, he was cut off as a crackling surge of energy coursed over him. He doubled over in pain, his claws digging into his skin. After a moment the energy faded, but he looked up at you, his face strained.

“Oh my gods what happened,” you asked, laying a careful hand on his back, between his thick wings.

“Too much time gone,” he panted, “contract punish me.”

“Oh, okay, um…” What about the other two favors? You didn’t want to seem selfish though when he was in pain.

“Must return, will ask favors later.” With that he poofed away returning to Instant Imp.

You stared at the spot where he disappeared. How horrible. You knew that the imps at Instant Imp were technically being held there because they would otherwise be executed for their role in the Great Incursion. It made sense that there would be a limit on how long they could be away to prevent them from running. Still, he looked like he was in such pain. It wasn’t right.

Honestly, the more you thought about it the more awful it was. They said imps were created to serve by witches and power demons but he wasn’t a mindless automaton. That imp had shown personality, he had been interested in your art. Maybe you could find a way to help him keep away from Instant Imp as long as possible. It was the least you could do…well, first thing you’d do when you saw him next was ask his name, so you could treat him like any other monster.

You had found a wonderful new dresser for your bedroom at another of the local secondhand stores. There were surprisingly a lot in the surrounding towns. You supposed it was due to lots of people leaving the countryside for the cities, closer to protection if another event like the Great Incursion ever happened again. But that was only a boon for you to get amazing deals on furniture and other things you needed (and somethings you didn’t need) for your new home.

Using the Instant Imp app you had seen the large imp once again. While the imps looked fairly similar in appearance to each other, you felt the tingle of your deal on your skin seeing him again. When he saw you he gave a smirk and his forked tail wiggled as if in a wave.

At your home you used the app to have your items delivered. From the projected sigil the large form of the big imp appeared with your new dresser. Several smaller imps appeared behind him with the other items you had purchased. 

With a smile you held open the door for him to carry the dresser inside. As he passed the threshold you felt your hand tingle again. You stepped out to take an item from one of the smaller imps to bring it inside when the large imp called out, “favor, sit down and wait.”

You blinked, your arm outstretched, then smiled. Sure, that wasn’t a problem. It was completely normal for him to bring everything inside. That was your deal after all. Stepping back inside you directed the large imp to your bedroom before sitting down on the chaise. The warm numbness of your hand slowly traveled across your body with each item the imp brought in. Each item which should have made you question how many favors he was actually racking up, especially when every item that had been in a bag was brought in by itself. 

Yet, you just sat there waiting. Thinking everything was normal. Watching his devilish form wander about your home, carrying items inside. The cast iron skillet you bought. The wicker flower basket. Each matching ceramic plate, bowl, and mug from the set. The vintage floral patterned throw pillows. A pair of black high heels, each shoe carried separately, along with the individual parts of the cow print lingerie, with stockings and… 

Wait…

It was when he brought in a set of stockades that you noticed something was off. Those weren’t just your things. 

“Hang on…” You started before he cut you off.

“Favor! Accept gifts.”

You brightened as the tingling in your head grew stronger for a moment. “Oh! Housewarming gifts, how thoughtful, thank you.”

“Here,” he handed over the clothing, “favor, go change.”

“Only normal to see how the gift fits,” you replied, taking the clothing with another smile. Heading into your bedroom you changed out of your regular clothes and into the cow print lingerie. You pulled the stockings up your legs and got into the high heels. Last but not least you put on the choker necklace with a cowbell attached. This was certainly much different than what you usually wore. The bra barely contained your breasts, your ass was half hanging out of the underwear. The heels were ridiculous. What were you doing wearing these things? 

You were about to change back into your regular clothing when you heard the imp call out, hurriedly as if he just thought of something. “Favor! Show me how gift looks!”

Oh, well, you supposed you should show him how his gift looked on you. It was only normal to show it off even if you never wore it again. Wobbling slightly in the heels you made your way out to the living room. The imp was lounging on the chaise, hands behind his head as if he had made himself at home.

He whistled as you walked out. “Pretty cow.”

A blush rose to your cheeks at the compliment. The favor from last time coming to the forefront of your mind. You like being cow, find pleasure.

The skimpiness of the clothing was a bit embarrassing but you supposed it wasn’t too bad. Being in cow print was rather nice. Still, you should probably change back… 

“Favor, wear gift when I here!”

Well, you suppose you could wear it until he had to go.

“You owe me many favors,” he commented, patting the space next to him on the chaise lounge. Moving over you joined him, your breasts swaying almost ready to pop out of the bra with each step.

“I’ve been meaning to ask, what is your name? I have no idea what to call you besides big imp.”

The imp looked a bit flustered at the question. “Ah, sensitive topic. Name belongs to InstantImp, part of contract. I just number, do not like number.”

“Oh, I…” That was awkward and rather disturbing. You had never really thought about it before but InstantImp was kind of exploiting its imps. They said they were trying to reform them from having served the demon lords but wasn’t that just like that old pre-Great Incursion argument about prison labor? “Do you have something you want me to call you then? A nickname?”

The imp grinned. “Yes, do me favor, call me Master.”

“Of course, Master it is then.” It was an odd nickname but there was nothing strange about calling him by his chosen name. “My name--”

He cut you off before you introduce yourself. “Favor, you are Cow.”

“I suppose you can give me a nickname too, sure,” you agreed. Yet even as you said that the numbness of your deal grew your brain. A dual meaning favor. He would call you Cow but also you were a cow.

“Cow, as favor me play with your udders.”

Your udders? Your breasts he wanted to play with your breasts? That was ridiculous. Yet, the fuzzy numbness from now engulfed your mind completely. If only you had paid attention to the wording of your deal this could have been avoided. The deal was that you would find the favors normal not that he would ask normal favors. Magic had infused your common sense to twist into viewing every single favor he asked as being perfectly normal.

“Of course, Master.” You adjusted yourself on the couch presenting your breasts - no - your udders to him. Udders. You were a cow.

Master reached out and cupped your udders through your cow print bra. His sharp little claws dug in as he squeezed. He rubbed and massaged your udders Under the bra your nipples slowly hardened at his touch. Master dragged his claws across your clothed nipples causing a shiver to run straight to your core. Your legs shifted as you felt your pussy swell with arousal.

After a few minutes of playing with your udders he removed his hands. “Favor, get me drink, fresh milk.”

You blinked, pulling yourself out of the hazy arousal. “Ah, yes, I think I have some milk in the fridge…”

“No, fresh milk. You cow.” He reached out and squeezed one of your udders. “Want milk.”

“But I’m not lactating…”

“Not problem.” He grabbed a small flash from the coffee table. Something that you didn’t recognize but you saw was labeled Moo-duce. “Drink.”

You hesitated. This seemed a bit far for a favor. It was rather--

“Do me favor and drink.”

A smile came to your face as the numbness filled your brain again, twisting your sense of normality. To fulfill the other favor of course you had to drink. Besides you were a cow, it was only right for you to give milk. “As you wish, Master.”

Taking the vial you downed the potion in two long gulps. You looked down at your udders waiting for something to happen. And nothing did. 

Then Master put his hands on your udders again. He said something in his natural infernal language, some sort of spell. Suddenly, you felt your udders grow hot. The flesh began to swell, pressing against the already ill fitting bra.

Your scalp began to itch and your lower spine ached. Reaching up you scratched your head only to feel the hard numbs of horns. There was a tingle in your ears and they began to protrude outward into bovine ears. Shifting your body as your udders felt uncomfortable, like pins and needles, a long cow’s tail thumped against the chaise. 

The strain of your growing udders against the bra was too much and they popped out, now almost comical in size and heft. But then you felt a most glorious sensation as milk dripped from your nipples.

“Perfect cow,” he complimented.

“Thank you, Master,” you sighed, the fuzziness in your mind had not gone away. In fact, it only grew as he lowered his head and began to suckle at your udders.

The rush of hot milk stream from your udders into his eager mouth. It felt amazing. Your nipples had always been sensitive and each long, hard suck felt like he was sucking on your clit. You moaned in pleasure. It felt so good to do Master favors. 

Your moans only spurred him on as he began to suck faster. Each rapid pull and release pushed you closer to the edge of ecstasy. Then he stopped.

Master pulled back from your udders and licked his lips before burping. “Delicious milk.”

“Glad you enjoyed, Master…I…” You shifted your hips trying to hide your arousal but nothing could hide your flushed face and darkened eyes. 

“Oh, Cow enjoy being milked?”

You nodded mindlessly in response, still blissed out from your near orgasm.

He continued, “Lot of milk left. I cannot drink. Cow, do me favor, I invite other imps to drink?”

“Yes, please.” It wasn’t like you had anywhere to put it or anyone to milk you. It was only right to share the milk from your generous udders.

Master snapped his fingers and a horde of imps appeared in your home as if they were waiting for the invitation. The imps lined up, some shoving each other as they jockeyed for position. After a sharp command from Master they settled down.

The first imp in line hurried forward. He was about half the size of Master and had to use both arms to grapple one of your udders, dragging the nipple to his mouth. Rapidly he began to suck, your milk gushing out in pleasurable streams. The second imp in line, saw your free udder and moved forward himself. You screamed with pleasure, your head tipping back at the sensation of two imps milking your udders.

“Ah, ah,” Master tutted in your ear. “You cow. Cow moos.”

“Moooo,” you moaned instead. The sound only seemed to encourage the two imps as they began suckling even faster. Once more you were approaching the edge of orgasm. Then the two imps pulled away.

“Mooo,” you mournfully moaned this time.

“Poor Cow,” Master commented sympathetically. “Making Cow cum is not in deal. If Cow wants to cum must make new deal. Do me favor and consider.”

Another two imps surged forward and began suckling on your udder. You mooed in pleasure, your hands grabbing them both by the head and holding them in place. Their little sharp teeth scraped against your overly sensitive flesh as they eagerly drank from you.

“Mooo. Mooo!” You moaned, your hips writhing. Would it be so bad to make another deal? Your mind was numb with magic and pleasure. And you wanted to cum so badly.

The two imps pulled away. Your hands shot to your cunt ready to get yourself off but the next to imps grabbed your hands. Master grabbed your hips and with ease lifted you over the back of the chaise. Your ass sticking in the air, your pussy lips spread aching calling for a cock to fill it. Your udders hung down like true cow and the two imps released your hands. Master spoke in your ear the two imps fell onto your udders sucking away. 

“Cow listens to Master, follows Master’s words. Master give cow pleasure, cow make milk for Master.” His fingers slipped under your panties and began fingering your dripping cunt. “Cow understand me Master, Master make you happy cow. Deal?”

Your blissed out brain on the edge of orgasm could barely parse the words he was saying. What was the beginning and end of the deal? You listened and followed his words as he said he’d give you please, you were already making milk. Yes, you understood him and he wanted to make you happy? That was it right? That sounded like a really good deal.

“Deal!” You exclaimed wanting nothing more at that moment but to cum.

Master’s free hand slapped your round ass at that word. You felt the burn of magic course through your body from that spot. The sensation was enough to send you finally tipping over the edge. 

“Mooooo,” you cried as your cunt clamped around his fingers. You felt a pressure rise in your breasts as milk streamed from your nipples right into the imps’ ready mouths.

“Good cow,” Master told you, removing his fingers from your twitching hole.

He moved behind the chaise. With a simple movement he tore off your panties and lined his thick ridged cock up with your dripping slit. “Who owns you, cow?”

You panted, your mind sluggish from the orgasm. What? Owns you?

The fresh sigil on your ass burned like a brand and the answer flashed in your mind. Cow understands me Master… You understood now. He wasn’t just Master, he was your master.

“You Master, you own Cow!”

He rewarded you by slamming his cock into your sensitive cunt. You cried out with pleasure as he began pumping his hips rhythmically. With each thrust the cowbell around your neck rang out. 

“Mooooo, moooo!”

An imp appeared in front of your face, his wings flapping and his juicy red cock dripping with milk precum. “Cow want milk?”

Master slapped your ass again, causing your mouth to open in a low moo. The imp shoved his cock into your mouth, grabbing your new horns like handle bars as he thrust. You moaned around his cock suckling it just as the imps were suckling your udders. The imp didn’t last long and soon poured his sticky hot milk down your throat. Quickly another imp took his place and you eagerly took him into your mouth.

Down below the imps had stopped sucking on your nipples. Instead, they were giving themselves boob jobs, using your leaking milk as lubricant.

Master sped up his thrusts. You began cumming around his cock wildly, your inner walls desperately clinging to his searing hot rod trying to keep it in place. He hit the perfect place inside of you with a final powerful thrust. You felt his cock head grow as his thick, burning seed poured into your womb. Mouth still full of imp cock you mooed loudly, your eyes rolling back in your head as a massive squirt shot from your body all over the back of your chaise.

“To make Cow make milk, Master must breed Cow.” He began to pump his hips once more, still hard within you.

An hour later your chaise was covered in cum, squirt, and milk. You were just as dirty as your lounged against it, casually cleaning a limp imp cock with your tongue. A final imp was squeezing your drained breasts together pumping his cock between them. Your pussy twitched as your Master’s cum slowly leaked out of it.

“Cow,” Master said as he redressed into his Instant Imp uniform. “Master must return. But you do big favor and keep Master’s Bunny safe. Yes?”

“Of course, Master,” you told him with a pretty smile. 

Master grinned. It had been getting increasingly dangerous to keep Bunny in the Instant Imp dorms. Someone had reported Bunny missing and there had been investigations where Bunny was almost found. The whole reason he pursued you was because you lived alone. Here was the perfect place to hide Bunny away. Now he not only had a perfect little service Bunny to breed, but a gorgeous Cow to milk as well. 

The thrill of power coursed through Master. Imps were destined to serve but now he had two humans under his command. What would happen if he got a third? Maybe he’d finally be powerful enough to break away from Instant Imp. Well, there was only one way to find out…

Always watch your language when making a deal with a magical creature! Master here is particularly tricky since he uses the fact his English isn't that good to insert double meanings into his words.

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You walked along with the tour crowd. The guide in front of you walked backward as they discussed the “campus” that you walked around. InstantImp headquarters. The belly of the beast. There had been several complaints against the company in recent years about their imps harassing customers. But after three people came forward about the imps using magic on them, causing them to become physically corrupted, the “investigation” by the Department of Monster Affairs was short and all too quickly said that the company didn’t actually break any laws.

You were not with the government. You weren’t even with the private law firm representing the victims of InstantImp, who were pressing for reparations in civil court. No, you were an independent truthseeker. You knew that there was a larger plot afoot.

A government agency finding that a corporation did nothing wrong simply due to technicalities was nothing new, even after the reforms that occurred following the ouster of the Red Hats from power due to the Great Incursion. A liberal government would always favor corporate power, even one with a good social welfare system. The question was, what did the Department of Monster Affairs get out of letting InstantImp contract out the old hordes of imps that the demon lords created? Were they trying to learn how to control the demons? Trying to create an army of super spies that could enter all of our homes? Or even worse, trying to normalize the idea of living alongside demons?

It was those questions you were trying to answer. There had to be something in InstantImp “campus” that would incriminate them.

“And here we have the living quarters of the imps. As imps prefer to congregate in hordes, we keep them in these dorm-style rooms to facilitate healthy socialization and enrichment. As we enter, please keep to the right side of the yellow line at all times. While the first floor does contain our most well-adjusted imps, this is still their home and we shouldn’t intrude on their living space.”

The first floor was obviously the show floor. There was no way all the other floors were this nice. Posters perfectly hung on the walls, potted plants being tended to in the window sills and on desks, books neatly arranged, the imps were even cleaning the floor. For the uncritical eye, this would impress and comfort - the imps were orderly and clean - but it was far too perfect. A truly lived-in space wouldn’t look like this, even if they knew the space would be shown off.

You made note of the entrances and exits of the building. In particular you saw a pair of doors leading upstairs to the other dorm spaces. It was next to a window. In a moment of sheer luck the tour group stopped right by those doors as the guide spoke to one of the imps letting people ask questions. It was so obviously prearranged as a “random” encounter with a happy imp.

While the others were distracted you carefully unlocked the window. Opening it just a crack you slipped a thin splint in to keep it from closing properly. It would hopefully give you enough leverage to fully open it from the outside when you returned.

The tour continued on for another half an hour. You saw various points of interest that you noted in your mental map. The warehouse for many commonly ordered items, the order board, the teleportation circles, and the returns center. Interestingly too were the offices for the human workers. You noticed lines of salt, disguised as artful decorations, separating the area from where the imps were working. If the humans here wanted protection from the imps, how safe could they really be?

Finally, the tour concluded in - what else - the gift shop. A company having a gift shop, it was so retro, even the old delivery companies before the Great Incursion never did this. Mugs where the handle was a devil’s tail with two little horns sticking out of the sides. Masks that mimicked the bat-like faces of the imps but that were so cartoonish you had to wonder if it bordered on speciesism. Not to mention all of the shirts - how was “I went to InstantImp and picked up my OWN T-shirt” the most popular thing they had? It was such a bad joke!

But the chaos of the gift shop, people disappearing into dressing rooms, going to the bathroom, and the tour host leaving finally gave you the opportunity you needed. Slipping into the bathroom you withdrew the little vials of magic potion you had snuck in. Three in total. One to hide you until nightfall, one to help you stealth around to search for clues, and one to aid your escape.

In a single gulp you drank your first potion, a chameleon potion. A real invisibility potion was too expensive for you but with this, you were near invisible. So long as you didn’t move too quickly or make any big gestures no one would notice you beyond a mere flicker in the corner of their eye. With the caveat that the potion would last until you began touching anything that wasn’t currently on your person.

You waited until someone opened the bathroom door and slipped out. Then you waited by the gift shop entrance until the next tour group arrived to slip back the way you came. Slow and steady would win this race. Luckily you had taken one of the last tours of the day, so you wouldn’t have long to wait until the place was clear of all but the imps and few guards. Finding a shadowed corner in the office building you hunkered down to wait.

Eventually, you heard the humans open their office doors and make their way out of the building. The lights in the halls dimmed as half of them shut off to save power. It was time to move.

You moved from your spot and made your way to the offices. The doors were locked but you had a handy little mundane device for that - a vintage folding lockpick set. Most high profile security nowadays was guarding against magical intrusions which made the classics a useful skill to learn and you knew it would come in handy; but luckily, most people never bother to lock their office doors. You knew you couldn’t search every office so you had to be selective. You had two targets. The Head of Imp Management and the DOMA Liaison.

You had found mail in the trash meant for each of them so you knew their office numbers. Heading off to the Head of Imp Management’s office on the second floor you were easily able to find the office. And just as you thought it would be, the office door was unlocked…into the assistant’s office. Of course. You should have known there would be an assistant.

Stepping into the office, the automatic lights turned on. Shit. You’d have to work fast in case anyone saw. This was too easy of course something had to go wrong. Well, you had to hurry anyway. You downed your second potion. A speed and awareness potion giving you the animal essence of a rabbit. Your ears tingled as they shifted up, extending upwards into bunny ears. An unfortunate side effect of the potion but one that would disappear when it timed out.

Now on hyper alert you quickly went through the papers. Nothing. And the computer was biolocked. Using your lockpick you managed to open the main office. With quickened pace you began going through the papers on his desk. Nothing. 

Nothing! 

Wait. What was this?

You reread the short memo you had almost dismissed. 

The imps' magic is acting out again. We need to find an outlet for their urges. I know we’ve tried toys and images but we might need something more real. If it wasn’t for the corruption issue it would be easy. 

That was just what you had been looking for. An admission that the imps were using their magic and out of control. What were these toys and images though? Maybe outlets for the magic? Strange.

You wanted more though. Something to uncover this conspiracy. And you struck gold again. An internal memo to the Board. A very mysterious group of shareholders that were said to have come from the old money before the Great Incursion and whom many thought had struck some sort of devil’s deal to keep their privileged positions after the MAGA regime had fallen.

We need more imps to keep up with demand. If the DOMA cannot or will not provide them then we will have to look elsewhere. Do any of you have contacts with California or the Kingdom of Donensi that could provide? If we want to expand to the Great Lakes Union or other continents we will have to figure out means to maintain a steady growth rate. 

Still, trying to find a fix for the magic problems and their urges. Have to fix that first before we can expand or else it will become a bigger problem than now. 

Perfect. Perfect! You knew you were close to what you were looking for. There was a conspiracy here, you knew it.

Then your now sensitive ears pricked up. Footsteps. Someone was coming down the hall. “Is that a light? I thought…better not be a fucking imp lose again.”

Shit one of the few mortal guards. Human or not you knew you couldn’t be caught. Opening the window you leapt out of the second floor window. Usually, too high to fall without injury but not with the potion you took. With dexterous ease you hurried toward the imps’ dorms. Though your running was more like skipping, dare you even say hopping, one of the side effects of the rabbit essence in the potion.

You waited by the dorms, watching the main building. No alarms. Good. You could take the time to search the dorms properly. Finding the window you had prepped earlier you carefully pulled the window open using the slip of wood you inserted as leverage. Slipping into the building you saw the lights in the halls were dim. Pressing an ear to a nearby bedroom door you listened carefully. Not even the sound of breathing. Peeking inside you saw nothing. 

Go figure, the imps didn’t even really live down here. You knew it was for show.

But that meant they were all on the upper floors you wanted to explore. Sneaking upstairs you heard laughter from down the hall. If the upper floors were in a similar layout to the first floor it seemed many of the imps were in the rec room, perhaps relaxing after a hard day’s work. It was hard to see in the dark but the dim lights already revealed the true conditions that the imps were living in. Graffiti lined the walls, some of the doors hung open, knocked off their hinges, and a strange musky scent lingered in the air.

Stealthily you made your way to one of the open bedroom doors. The scent inside made you gag. What the fuck?

Taking out a pen light you shone it around the room. And the sight nearly made you gag. Pornographic posters lined the walls. Mostly of women as far as you could tell - a mixture of monster and human, a mix of cisgender and trans - but all in highly erotic and degrading positions. You had nothing against sexual expression but seeing it like this…It was sheer objectification and sexualization.

Your eyes wandered down from the walls to the beds and floors. Scattered about were porn magazines and strange tubular items…fake vaginas you realized. And there were strange spots of dark stains. Oh gods. It was dried cum.

Quickly you backed out of the room. You had to get out of here. There was no telling what these imps would do to you if--

The sound of flapping wings met your ears. In horror you turned your head back to the stairs. A two foot tall imp hovered in the hallway having come down from the third floor. He stared at you. You stared at him…then you bolted.

The potion quieted your fleeing hops but not the cry of the imp in their natural infernal language. The window. You just had to reach a window.

Imps came pouring out of the rec room. You turned tail and ran back towards the lone imp who had cried out. Not alone anymore. Three more imps from upstairs had come down at the call of the first. It was still the smaller group though. Three versus who knew how many.

The three imps dived on you. Even at two to three feet tall they were too small to take you down individually but there was a reason imps were usually found in hordes. Numbers were to their advantage.

You might have been able to escape just those three imps. But it wasn’t just those three. They slowed you down enough, their claws tearing at your clothes, and weight throwing you off balance, that the horde was able to catch up. The many imps grabbed your arms and legs. They threw themselves against your back, causing you to crash against the window you had run for. Escape was so close but now far from your reach.

The imps’ weight pulled you to the ground. Your knees cracked against the tile. You writhed and twisted face down trying to use the potion’s dexterity to your advantage. But there were too many. Their chittering, hissing language grew louder. They held you down, until you gave up the struggle. It was better to save your strength and wait now. 

Yet, you were perfectly aware what was going on, your hyped up hearing picking up every twitch of their wings and patter of their feet. Then something heavier. Something bigger. The click of hooves on tiles.

A clawed hand grabbed you by the collar and lifted you up. In the reflection of the window you saw the creature. An imp lord. An imp that was so old, growing in power as it aged, that it could command a horde of imps. Far weaker than most other demons and certainly not a demon lord but far outside your league even without the other imps.

You went to struggle again, trying to break free from his hold. But the imp lord wrapped his thick spaded tail around your throat in warning. The lord dragged you back to the rec room that the horde poured out of. He was giving commands in his infernal language and a few imps disappeared. Maybe, maybe was telling them to alert the guards and he was going to turn you in. That was the only hope you had in your head. Better to be caught by Instant Imp and jailed for trespassing at this point than have to deal with a horde of horny imps.

The hope quickly faded from your thoughts as he tossed you against a wall and imps closed in an arch around you.

You could see the imp lord better now. Much taller than the imps around him, his muscles more pronounced, wings thick with power. As a sign of his age and experience the imp lord’s skin was covered in scars - most likely from his battles in the Great Incursion.

One of the smaller imps moved forward eagerly. The lord’s tail whipped out and smashed the imp back. A clear line, no one was to approach until he gave permission.

Three poofs sounded around the room as the imps who had vanished returned. They were holding items. Fuck. They hadn’t gone to fetch the guards.

“Bunny,” the imp lord spoke, his thin lips curling up in a wicked grin. “Naughty bunny, not supposed to be here.”

“Please, I didn’t mean, I just…I…” Words failed you. Tears pricked at your eyes.

“No cry,” the lord commanded, “will let bunny go.”

Your bunny ears twitched with hope but your human mind knew there was a twist. “Bunny hops away if bunny serves.”

He grabbed one of the packages from the smaller imp. He pulled soft pink fabric from the bag. A leotard. Then a pair of suit cuffs and a mock dress shirt collar. A pair of bunny ears on a headband were tossed aside. “Bunny has her own.”

The imp lord tossed you the scandalous outfit. His other hand picked up a nearby pornmag and showed you a photo. A woman in a bunny outfit acting as a waitress for men playing poker at a table. “Serve this night. Freed in morning.”

Oh gods. They wanted you to fulfill some sort of sick fantasy. But it was better than any alternative. You nodded. “Okay.”

He held out his clawed hand. Your enhanced senses felt the prickle of magic about it. A devil’s pact for this devil’s deal service for freedom. His status as an imp lord was fully on display. Not just bigger and stronger, smarter and more magically powerful - able to make deals not just forced to serve. “Bunny will serve us. Bunny will follow orders. In morning Bunny can leave.”

“I won’t have sex with any of you,” you told him, if you were going to negotiate anything it would be now. 

“Bunny does not have to have fuck us. Deal bunny?”

You knew his and the other imps wouldn't be patient forever. With a shivering nod you shook his hand. The magic coursed across your skin like rough velcro being dragged across your body. Your back arched with a strange combination of pain and pleasure. And in an instant it was over.

“Bunny stand up,” the imp lord told you. Deep in your chest, as if your heart were on strings you felt a tug. It wasn’t painful. But as you tried to grapple with that feeling the tugging grew stronger. Much longer and it would grow painful.

Bunny will follow orders.

You stood on shaking feet and the tugging stopped.

“Good bunny,” the lord hissed. “Bunny will follow me.”

He turned and the horde of imps parted. You followed him to a bedroom. Just as awfully messy as first one you were in. “Bunny will change into uniform.”

Your nose flared with discontent but you knew this was coming when you agreed. At least he was letting you change without the stares of the horde. Though his beady yellow eyes stared at you. Carefully you stripped out of your basic, don’t stand out from the crowd, clothing. You shoved your clothes into a small bag with an internal expansion charm on it.

Even as you turned your back to the lord you could feel his eyes on you, heating your back. Pulling on the leotard the magic imbued in them let it fit snuggly on your body without trouble and held itself up on your breasts.

This must have been from the returns, defective, as there was no tail in the back, just a hole. You affixed the cuffs and collar. A pair of four inch high heels slid across the floor. Bending down you slipped them on, luckily they were sturdy and without difficult straps.

“There, done,” you told him, turning back around.

“No, no, Bunny is missing important part.” He held up a fluffy white bunny tail with a shiny silver knob at the end. Oh no. The hole, it wasn’t defective. “Bend over Bunny.”

Even as you did as you were told you wanted to deny what was about to happen. “You said no sex.”

“I not fucking Bunny.” He kicked your feet apart. Grabbing the leotard he played around with it until the hole lined up with the clenching sphincter between your ass cheeks. “Not agreed to not touch.”

You didn’t have time to curse yourself before you felt thick viscous gel ooze against your asshole. He stuck the end of the tube inside and squirt even more in. Then the end of the anal plug dragged along your hole, spreading the lube around the plug. A small grunt left you as you tried to ignore the spark of pleasure as the imp lord shallowly pressed the end into you. Back and forth, almost too slowly, he pressed the plug in and then pulled it out. Each time going further and further.

Without thought your body began to heat at the gentle play. Your lower lips swelling slightly, your nipples hardening. Then he forced the plug all the way in causing you to gasp with surprise followed by a low moan of unwanted pleasure.

Your head swam from the thick jizz scent of the room and the teasing the imp lord just gave you. “Good Bunny, come, time to serve.”

As you followed him back to the rec room with the horde your ass clenched around the plug. It was uncomfortable walking. You couldn’t quite tell if the wetness between your legs was from the excess lube trickling down or your own arousal. You prayed it was the former.

The horde was waiting in the rec room, it seemed even more imps from upstairs had joined. It was an unseemly press of tiny bodies, each one staring lustfully at you. “Bunny!”

A tray was pushed into your hands and glasses of whiskey piled on top. The imp lord sat down at the poker table. “Bunny, serve drinks.”

As confidently as you could, you walked forward to the table. The height of the table was set for shorter imps forcing you to bend at the waist to serve the drinks. Your breasts threatened to spill from the leotard but you knew they wouldn’t due to the enchantment. What was worse was how the plug rubbed against your insides as you leaned over. You didn’t want it to feel good but it did.

Most of the imps weren’t playing poker though. The majority were along the walls watching the show. Glancing around you saw many of their cocks being released from their Instant Imp uniform pants. Their cocks were short compared to most monsters, only about four inches but they were thick with bulbous heads, smaller flares running down the length, and irregular bumps scattered across the skin.

The imp lord saw your gaze. “Bunny want carrots?”

The imps around the table snickered. You lifted your head defiantly. “No.”

There was a smirk around the imp lord’s thin lips as he turned his attention back to the poker game. The hands were played and tokens were moved around. As the cards were being shuffled by the dealer one of the smaller imps held up a cigar. “Bunny light.”

You looked around for a lighter or matches. There weren’t any you could see. “I can’t.”

Before you could explain yourself the imp lord shot you a look. “Bunny will follow orders. Bunny need punishment.”

“No, no! I just don’t have anything to light it with!” You hurriedly explained, taking a step back in fear.

The imp lord snarled and commanded one of the imps on the sidelines. It disappeared and reappeared with a silver lighter. Its cock stood out proudly from its pants, shining with precum, as it offered the lighter to you. “Like my carrot, Bunny?”

Tearing your eyes away from the cock floating near your breasts you snatched the lighter from his hand. He cackled before returning to the sidelines, pumping his cock with the hand that had held the lighter. Bending over you were scowling as you lit the cigar.

“Bunny will serve with smile,” the imp lord commanded. You felt the pack induced tug in your cheeks now. Internally swearing you smiled wide and the tugging stopped. The imp lord gestured you over to him as he picked up a cigar as well. 

You followed the silent command. As you bent over to light the cigar you felt the anal plug shift inside of you. A soft whimper escaped you. Why did it feel so good? It shouldn’t feel like this. What kind of lube did he use?

As you lit the cigar the imp lord inhaled then exhaled the smoke right in your face. You couldn’t help but cough. Your ass clenched around the plug stimulating your insides further. The excess lube was pushed up into your ass, oozing along the inner walls, absorbing into your body.

“Sorry, Bunny,” the imp lord cackled as your coughing jiggled your breasts. It was obvious he had done it on purpose. “Bunny is trying, I will reward Bunny.”

He pulled out a small magic remote. “Oh fuuuuu---”

Your curse turned into a moan of perverse forced pleasure. It buzzed inside of you rhythmically. The vibrations racked up your spine sending waves of pleasure across your body. Knees weakening you clung to the back of the imps lords chair, your breasts barely an inch from his face.

You couldn’t stifle your moans. And you weren’t sure if you were still smiling because of the order or because of the pleasure.

Suddenly, the vibration ceased. You stood there grappling with what just happened. The imp lord reached up and cupped your breast, massaging it gently. Under the cloth your nipple hardened quickly under his touch. “Good Bunny. Understand serve means pleasure.”

You whimmered, still smiling. Your ass had never felt this good before.

“Does Bunny understand,” the imp lord asked.

“Yes, Bunny understands,” you repeated shakily. You didn’t have time to reflect on how you just called yourself Bunny before the imp lord tweaked your hardened nipple and turned his attention back to the game.

“Bunny go serve others,” he commanded. As you turned to see what other imps needed drinks or lights, he smacked your ass playfully. The sharp sting blossoming to pleasure quickly.

It was hard to stifle your little noises of pleasure as you walked around the room pouring whiskey for some of the imps on the sidelines. Your thoughts were getting sluggish. Your body growing flushed with desire. But you still had a modicum of cognition within you.

Every time you finished serving an imp a spark of pleasure grew within you. His words from before. Understand serve means pleasure. It had been a hidden order. Your body was being forced to follow it. Your mind was slowly being shaped to follow the order of your pact master.

And your ass. The plug deep inside of your anus. That lube. There was only one way your ass would become this sensitive. Feel as sensitive as a pussy. Cubi saliva. It was illegal but it was long suspected that the imps of Instant Imp also dealt in illegal items. Cubi saliva that would make any place it touched a highly sensitive erogenous zone.

You were bending over lighting another cigar when one of the smaller imps came up behind you, wings flapping. “Freeze Bunny,” he ordered.

You followed the command. Remaining bent over. Then you heard grunting and a wet slicking sound behind you. Wait he wasn’t--

A hot stream of cum shot out of his bumpy imp cock and landed across your bare back. “How dare you,” you snarled through your smile, turning around angrily. 

“Naughty Bunny,” the imp lord’s harsh voice rang out. “Come here.”

Forced to follow the order you approached with fear in your eyes but a smile on your flustered face. “Bunny happy to serve, no get angry. Need to punish.”

You knew there was no getting out of it this time. He stood from his chair and harshly pulled down the front of the leotard, revealed your breasts and hardened nipples. Taking out two small items he affixed two ring shaped nipple clamps to your aching nipples.

In his infernal language he ordered some of the sidelined imps over. “Remember, be good Bunny. Smile, Bunny, stand still.”

The imp lord stepped back taking out the magical remote once more. The plug in your ass began vibrating with long powerful pulses. Once more pleasure shot up your spine with each pulse. Then the rings on your nipples began to tingle, sending small shocks into your breasts. You couldn’t help but moan loudly. It hurt but felt so good.

The imps that had been called over hovered in front of you working their cocks furiously. Even with the order you couldn’t keep still. Your legs buckled but you caught yourself against the table. Yet, now your back was arched, breasts sticking up, and legs spread as the imps masturbated over your body. Gods it felt so good. That damn lube. 

Your eyes rolled back with pleasure. You were so close. Leaning into your ear the imp lord chuckled maliciously. “Bunny cannot come. Bunny must get permission to come.”

“Noooo,” you whined as the magic of the pact forced a block to your pleasure. Right on the edge of ecstasy. You felt each hot spurt of imp cum as it splattered across your chest and stomach.

The shocks to your nipples ended and the vibrations in your ass slowed before ceasing. Your legs collapsed properly this time. The imp lord caught you before you hit the floor. “Careful Bunny, still must serve.”

He pulled you into his lap and fixed the leotard top, the imp cum slowly drying on your sweaty skin. “Recover then serve, Bunny.”

You were too worked up to argue. Your thoughts too muddled. It didn’t help that as he continued to play poker he kept caressing your sensitive ass with his clawed hand. A hand dealt and he ordered an imp to get something. Then held a glass up to you. “Drink Bunny.”

You hadn’t even realized how thirsty you were. Eagerly you drank the whole cool glass of sweet liquid. Was this a potion of some sort?

Another round. Your whole body was starting to feel hot and sensitive. The lube must have been absorbed into your guts causing a body wide reaction. Gods you wanted to be fucked so badly but you knew you had to resist.

  The game wasn’t going in the imp lord’s favor. His pile of chips was dwindling. One of the imps raised. The imp lord didn’t have enough chips. So, he tossed the magic remote on the pile.

You were feeling drunk off the all encompassing warm pleasure across your body. Your eyes moved around the room to all of the imps still pumping their cocks while looking at you. You wiggled on the imp lord’s lap. His erection was still in his pants but you could feel how much bigger it was than the other imps. You doubted it would fit inside of you. 

No. No. You didn’t want it inside of you. Did you? A thick hard cock would feel so amazing right now. Scrapping your insides. Cumming deep inside of you. Breeding you like a bunny. No. No. You had to do something…what did you have to do? 

Suddenly, the vibrating pulse in your ass started. The imp lord was drinking his whiskey grumpily. He had lost the remote. It was now being used by one of the smaller imps.

“Bunny come here,” the smaller imp ordered as he caused your nipple clamps to vibrate as well.

You followed the order without thought. Moans issuing from your lips as you went. The commands he gave you barely registered in your mind before your body reacted to them. You slide to your knees. The plug was pushing up inside of you, your juices dripping to the floor. His cock hovered in front of you. It was dripping precum. You licked your lips.

“Bunny want carrot?”

With that offer you leaned in, mouth open about to take him in your mouth before the dregs of your consciousness stopped you. “Noooo….”

You were panting with effort as you forced yourself away from the succulent red cock. Looking at the imp lord you moaned with pleasure but forced out the question. “What did you do to me?”

The imp lord smirked. The pain of losing the remote gone as he saw your willpower cracking. “Bunny is a bunny. Bunnies always ready to mate. Bunny wants to mate.”

Was that an order? You weren’t sure but it didn’t matter. Your body reacted instinctively to the idea. You pussy clenched with desire. Yes. A cock. Being mated. You wanted it. You craved it. You needed it.

The vibrations running across your body were driving out any logical thought. You were running on instinct. The imp lord approached you. His heavy hooved steps send small shocks through your body. Your head was right at the level of his bulge.

“Bunny does not have to fuck us, but if Bunny wants, we can fuck Bunny.”  He adjusted his pants and released his massive cock, the scent of his corruptive precum filling your sensitive nose. “Does Bunny want carrots?”

“Bunny wants carrots,” you cried. “Bunny wants to be bred!”

“Good Bunny. Bunny serve all of us.” Walking around you the lord grabbed your hips and lifted them up forcing you on to your elbows. Presenting your ass to the imps around you. He pulled aside the soaking cloth to reveal your needy pussy begging to be bred. He lined his unnaturally massive cock up with your hole. Then slammed into you.

You screamed in pleasured pain as his huge member stretched your inside beyond comprehension. In that moment you were destroyed. Your willpower shattered around his bumpy flared cock. All of them you needed all of them. To be taken by the horde. Ruined. Corrupted. Claimed. Their good little service bunny. And his. Your pact master’s, your lord’s forever.

You barely noticed that the vibrations stopped. The imp who won the remote tossed it aside as he landed in front of you. Lifting you up but the hair he presented his vile member. With a smile you took it into your mouth. The thick head filled your mouth to the limits but you were eager. Bobbing your head you could feel each flare and bump in your mouth. Your throat lighting up with pleasure.

Yet, that was nothing compared to the unholy ecstasy from your pact master’s cock in your pussy. Each thrust blanked out your mind while each time he pulled back it was like he was scrapping out your thoughts, leaving nothing behind by a horny bunny.

Then he pulled back, just the merest tip inside of you. You whined the vibrations causing the imp in your mouth to come violent down your throat. That distracted you for a moment sucking on the delicious salty nectar washed across your tongue. The imp pulled out just as the lord slammed back inside of you.

You screamed. It got better. His heavy hot balls struck against your lips. Their weight and size so mighty that they slapped against your clit. Nothing could be better than this nothing except one thing.

“Bunny want to come,” your lord asked as his thrusting sped up.

“Bunny want to come,” you echoed mindlessly.

“Bunny beg.”

“Please! Bunny want to come! Bunny want to come! Please let Bunny come! Bunny be good! Be want to be bred! Breed Bunny!”

His cock hilted inside of you and then you felt it, the thick hot rod inside of you growing. His claws dug into your hips as he gave you mercy. “Cum Bunny.”

You pussy clenched wilding around his massive cock. You could feel each perfect flare and bump. Your scream was loud enough to reach the heavens as his searing hot cum poured into your womb branding you from the inside. Squirt after squirt, until your womb swelled with the load.

“Good Bunny,” your lord purred as he slowly dragged his cock out of you. The cum he has deposited in your dripping out slowly.

“Breed Bunny. Good Bunny. Bunny serve.” You repeated mindlessly, your body twitching from the aftermath.

The imp lord said something in that infernal chittering to his horde and they descended upon you, cocks ready to have their fill.

The morning light crested over the campus of Instant Imp headquarters. Inside of the Imp dormitories the imps were getting ready for their day. Within private room of the imp lord you lay there exhausted on his bed. Your stomach bloated from cum pumped into you all night in each and every hole.

“Bunny,” the imp lord said, rousing you.

“Mmmm,” you moaned as you pulled yourself from slumber.

“It morning. Bunny can leave in morning…Bunny want to leave?”

The part of yourself that would have eagerly said yes had long been shattered by the imps’ cocks. Your mind had been broken more than your body last night. In the face of overwhelming pleasure you could only be Bunny. You shook your head. “Bunny serve.”

A maliciously beautiful smile crept on to the imp lord’s face. “Good Bunny.”

He patted your swollen womb and chuckled. His Bunny was already pregnant with a new litter of imps. Ones that weren’t bound by Instant Imp. As soon as they were born he would impregnate you again and again until he had a completely free horde that could overthrow this damned company. And that’s when the real fun would begin. It would be slow, maybe he should speed it up by getting a playful kitten or a healthy milk cow to breed.

I really didn't mean to make it this long, I was just having too much fun adding in detail! Hope you enjoyed! Comments and reblogs are appreciated.

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