#teeth-farie

He was scooping the contents into the hamper, grumbling about how he was missing a good race down here, doing the chore he considered to be the closest one could get to torture without jumping headfirst into a pit.

Then he stopped, his mumbled and incoherent complaints dropping from his tongue like chips onto a table.

There, sat nicely on top of a pile as if waiting for him to notice, was a pair of panties. No, that was a silly was to refer to them. These were fully lingerie. It was obvious by the black lace around them, by the crushed velvet exterior. They were a beautiful, radiant gold. Gold…

The best part was the metal loop in the center, it sat right under Salem’s belly button, or it would if it was being worn. There were two small chains, which connected from the loop to the sides. He ran his thumb over them, then the soft fabric, then the lace. He had an innate sense for the worth of sonething, and these were an expensive pair. Almost certainly custom made. Were they made for him? After all, they were HIS color, they had all the aesthetics he himself looked for in clothing. Had they even been worn?

He folded them, heart pumping as he realized how perverted that might have looked to anybody stumbling in. He wasn’t a pervert, though. His brothers, now some of them might sink low enough to steal Salem’s underwear, but not him. He was a classy gentleman.

He assured himself he was as he tucked the folded pair into his jacket pocket. He wasn’t stealing them, he was just keeping them safe. They were a real fancy, delicate pair, probably not even safe for a washing machine. If one of his brothers saw them, they’d certainly wash it like a dope or, worse, steal em. He wasn’t stealing nothing, he was just gonna tell Salem in private about it later, and they’d totally understand.

He finished for now, setting a reminder on his DDD to dry them because if he did not, he’d never remember, and he’d be hung from the ceiling in his own wet clothes.

He made his way back to his room, taking a deep breath.

…Salem!?

He glanced around, confused. He’d definitely smelled them… smelled their… arousal. But they weren’t here. He put his hands in his pocket, confused, and immediately recalled what he’d done as his fingertips touched cold metal and delicate lace.

He locked his door, pulling the lingerie out and examining the details, no longer needing to worry about what it might look like to others.

…

They had to be for him.

It wasn’t just any gold, it was his shade. He pinched the fabric, and yup, it was a perfect match to his favorite sunglasses.

So then, it was ok for him to have them- to keep them here, right? Salem would’ve shown him eventually anyway, they’re probably a gift for him. So it’s ok to hold onto them.

He sits on the couch, finding himself unable to get very comfortable. He’s hard as a rock. He squirms side to side, debating on what to do, on what Salem would think of him.

If it was clearly for him… and dirty anyway… they wouldn’t mind. He could always clean them and give them back.

He unzipped his pants, barely bothering to shove them down his thighs before grabbing at his cock. Quick, he just had to be quick. Nobody would need to know.

Nobody would see him slipping it over his face like a mask, breathing in deeply.

He wasn’t sure if it was because he was a demon, and therefore territorial. Or maybe it was his greed, his desire for every aspect of his human. Or perhaps it was a kink, and he was just horny. But this felt… right. It feels good to envelop himself in the scent of his human. Every breath draws in more, which only serves to further drive him into a frantic state. He pulls at himself, furiously with no restraint nor reservation. He could only think about them, and how much he wished it was the real them he was smelling instead.

The tricky thing is, it came true.

Salem had been watching for a few minutes, deciding how to approach the situation. But upon seeing his cock begin to twitch, they knew one thing; he wasn’t going to be cumming for a while. Not after stealing their undergarments.

They pinched the fabric, lifting the veil from his eyes which contracted in fear.

“SALEM! I, uh, you… th-these ain’t yours!”

“They’re not? Those aren’t the underwear I just bought at Victoria’s 9th Circle?”

“Nope. They’re, uh, mine.”

Mammon closed his eyes, visualizing himself waking up from bed after a bad dream. He’d wake up and see Salem was not there and he’d laugh in relief and go do the laundry for real now.

“Then prove it. Put them on.”

Mammon’s eyes snapped open. Never mind, if he was dreaming, he could afford to sleep in a little longer.

But like… he couldn’t just SAY that.

“Eh… Wh-what!?”

“You heard me, Mams. If they’re yours, they should fit you, right?”

“…yeah, yeah they fit me. They’re mine.”

“Then prove it.”

He rolls his eyes, and bites his lips. He gets up, shimmying off his underwear and pretending he wasn’t already painfully hard from the situation at hand.

He stepped into the pair, slowly dragging them up his legs, averting eye contact. Salem didn’t say anything, yet.

To his credit, they did mostly fit. They framed his ass nicely, and the chains complimented his thighs. Everything fit nicely in, except of course the head of his penis, which desperately poked out the side as if begging for affection.

“It’s a bit small in the front,” they said dryly. “These don’t fit you right.”

“Oh, well they fit me fine when I’m not-“

He’s cut off by his own gasp as Salem forcibly takes him by the head, tucking him back into his panties.

“Spread,” they commanded, and he obeyed. Gently, they fondled him into staying inside the panties, all while his mind rushed. This was the goddamn jackpot.

“Not bad,” Salem smirked, pulling away. They examined their handiwork. “You can keep them.”

“Thank you,” he replies with a little more desperation than he’d hope. Any chance of deceiving Salem was utterly crushed.

So nothing lost, everything gained.

“When I come back tonight… I want you to be wearing them.”

They glanced at his phone.

“Your timer is going off.”

Mammon hated doing the laundry.

“Delphi?”

Salem cautiously unlocked the door of Delphi’s magic shop using their spare key. They pushed open the door with a creak.

“Delphi, are you alright?”

There was no response at first, then a low whine. They walked in, closing the door behind them.

“Delphi, I’m here to help you. Asra told me what’s going on.”

…

Salem had been washing their clothes, and they nearly jumped out of their skin when Asra’s face materialized in the basin.

“Salem, Delphi needs your help.”

“O-oh, what happened?” They nervously wiped the soapy water from their glasses.

“They drank an unlabeled potion, and turned into a dog,” he said like it was normal for Delphi.

“That sounds normal for Delphi.”

“I know, but the problem is, this time it’s not going away on its own.”

“Uhuh, I’ll be right over, but uh, Asra… you know more about magic than me, why aren’t you helping them?”

“Oh.”

Asra’s face curled into a mischievous smirk.

“Because I told Delphi, ‘if you drink that and it goes wrong, I’m not helping you.’ And they did anyway.”

“Oh!” Salem said. “Yeah, that makes sense I guess!”

…

Back in the present, Salem cast a small light spell, letting it wash over the room. It looked slightly ransacked. Furniture was knocked over. There were claw marks in the floorboards. A few pillows had been shredded open, the feathers scattered across the shop. Salem bent down to examine one. It was… wet, covered in a transculent substance.

Had it been… chewed?

Just then, there was a scampering noise across the floorboards, the sound of claws on wood. They turned just in time to see a fluffy tail tuck behind a couch.

A fluffy, blue tail.

“Delphi?”

Silence.

They sighed. “Delphi, I know it’s you, and I’m here to help you.”

After a few moments, Delphi sheepishly crawled out from behind, crawling on all fours. They had a half relieved, half emberassed expression, their ears were drooping, and their tail was between their legs.

Wait

What?

“I see the problem now,” Salem said.

“Oh, do ya?” Delphi sniffed, their teeth poking out… huh, their teeth were a little sharp like this. They sat back with their hands curled into fists, between their legs. They tilted their head to scratch at an ear with their foot, and for some reason it was that exact moment that it fully sunk in for Salem that they were ass naked.

“So… you took a potion, and it turned you into a dog… person?”

“A dogboy! Yup!” They grinned.

“How did that happen?”

“Oh, you must be confused. I knew the potion was going to give me dog ears. I-I mean I didn’t, but I’ve used a dog ear potion before. That’s not the problem.”

“Oh, really, then what is?”

They suddenly looked a bit sheepish. “Well, I, uh, how do I put this. I didn’t expect it to make me so…”

Salem’s eyes once again wandered down their naked body, to between their legs.

“Great Arcana… you’re in heat, aren’t ya?”

“N-no!” Delphi blushed, turning bright red. “W-well, only a little. It’s just, I’ve been feeling so frustrated… I’ve been running around, chewing on the pillows, and that helps a bit, but not much, I think what I really need is…”

They shifted paw to paw. Salem crouched down, and started to scratch at their ears. Their eyes fluttered shut, a little “oh” escaping their lips. They leaned into their hands, mumbling about how good that felt. Salem went just behind their floppy ears, and they started to drum their foot on the floorboards.

Salem giggled, “you need attention, don’t you?”

Delphi nodded.

Their smile turned into an evil grin. “Say please.” Delphi was already something of a brat normally, they wondered if the potion would make them a good boy, or even more of a bad dog.

“Mmnph,” Delphi grunted, crawling into Salem’s lap. They playfully pushed them off.

“Say please, and you’ll get a treat.”

“Hmmm… or you could just give me a treat,” they said, tail wagging.

“Only good dogs get treats.”

“That’s bullshit!” Delphi said, punctuating it with a pathetic little whine.

“Whose your master?” Salem said, not realizing just how dirty it sounded in this context.

But it seemed to work. Delphi’s ears perked up as soon as the word left their mouth, and their tail began to wag even harder.

“You’re my master,” they said. “Please pet me more.”

“…that’s a good dog,” they said, patting their lap. Delphi quickly scrambled in, and allowed them to pet their hair, their neck, their back, all the while they trembled and whimpered like a bitch in heat.

Salem’s hands came to settle on their waist.

“Roll over.”

Delphi flushed bright red. “Uh-uh, no.”

“Is something wrong?”

“It’s just…“ Delphi blushed, burying their face in Salem’s chest. “Rolling over is a sign of submission. I’d be… submitting to you.”

“Oh?”

Salem gently but firmly grabbed them by the chin, pulling Delphi to face them eye to eye. They had a dreamy look on their face, a bit of drool at the corner of their lips from all the petting.

“Aren’t you already submissive to me?”

Delphi shivered, but still didn’t move. The message was unspoken, but still clear.

Make me.

And Salem was too eager to oblige. They grabbed them by the shoulders, pushing them onto the floorboards and pinning their back to them. They wriggled, and uttered, “hey, what are ya doing!?”

But their tail was once again wagging like crazy, betraying just how much they enjoyed the manhandling.

As soon as they were flipped over, their instincts took hold of them. They curled their hands into fists, holding them up to their head like paws. Their legs bent and spread, exposing their already wet, hard cock.

“Good dog,” Salem praised again, rubbing their tummy. Delphi’s eyes fluttered, “oh, oh that feels real good.” Salem’s hand wandered closer and closer to their crotch, but they refused to touch the throbbing member.

That drove Delphi crazy, they whined and wiggled, begging for Salem to touch them, but frustratingly, they didn’t reply, only smirking back at them. What were they missing?

…oh, right.

“Master, please touch my cock?” They huffed grumpily.

Which turned into a gasp as Salem finally grasped them.

“You aren’t going to thank me?” They teased, but it was useless. Delphi was lost again to their instincts, whining and kicking their leg as they slowly milked their cock, running a thumb over the leaky slit. They arched their back and started to hump into their master’s fist, whimpering about how good it felt.

“You know what would feel even better?”

Delphi froze, opening an eye.

“If you fucked me? Are you going to fuck me, master? Huh? Please? I said please. Now you have to. Good dogs get treats, you said that! So are you gonna fuck me?”

Salem couldn’t help but chuckle. They were so shamelessly needy like this.

“Get on your hands and knees, and stick your ass up for me.”

They did, scrambling and nearly falling over in their haste. They presented themself to Salem, who started by kneading their ass cheeks, gently spreading them to reveal their hole.

“Fuck me?” They demanded again.

“I have to prepare you,” they reminded Delphi.

Delphi whined, burying their face in their arms. Salem ignored their dramatics, and slowly inserted a finger in to test. As soon as they did so, Delphi started to squirm around impatiently, grinding against Salem and misbehaving. Salem was going to scold them when they noticed…

…they were already loose.

“We’re you playing with yourself?”

“Nnngh, no.”

Salem stuck in another finger, poking around until they found their prostrate.

They drove their fingers in, ruthlessly grinding against that spot.

“AUGH! Y-yes, yes I did, I was, I used my toys.”

“Toys? Tell me more.”

“Mmh, mmmmngghh, I-I, I… I used my t-toy cock, th-the little one w- Ah! With the suction! And I ch-chewed on my ch-chew toy.”

“You have a chew toy? Like a little doggie chew toy?”

“D-don’t judge me!”

“How often do you turn yourself into a dog? Are you some kind of pervert?”

“I said don’t judge me!”

They smacked their ass. “Go fetch your squeaker.”

They scrambled off, ducking behind the couch and emerging with a rubber bone. It was a deep, sage green, and riddled with bite marks. They dropped it at Salem’s knees.

“It’s my favorite. It reminded me of you, so I got it. I like to chew on it, w-when I use this potion I mean.”

“So you use this potion a lot? Does it turn you on? Do you like being a helpless, naughty little mutt being manhandled by me?”

“I’m not a mu- uhh, uhuuuh, ohhhh…”

Delphi opened their mouth to protest, but let it go when they started to pat them again. They gently pet Delphi, slowly going from their dog ears to their cheeks… before hooking their thumb into their lip, pulling open their jaw with some force. They ran their thumbs over their teeth, confirming their suspicion. Delphi’s teeth had grown sharper while under this spell.

Delphi moaned, letting their tongue fall out of their mouth, opening wider for Salem.

Then they bit down on their fingers.

“Hey! Bad dog!” They scolded, shaking their hand to get the drool off.

“What did you expect?” They smirked. “You can’t put something tasty in front of me and expect me not to bite.”

Salem forced their mouth open again, shoving the bone into their mouth. “I want you to chew on that while I fuck you, alright doggie?”

They nodded, and squeaked the bone in confirmation.

Salem glanced over them. Their teeth sinking into the toy, their adorable dog ears framing their lustful gaze, their tail wagging just above their puckered entrance, their poor needy cock… it was all perfect.

But perhaps it could use one last cherry on top.

“You got a dog collar?”

They didn’t reply, once again only blushing.

“May I collar you?”

They jerked their head towards a small crate, near the couch. Salem searched through it, finding a few more toys (of various purpose) and… a dog collar with a lead.

They returned to Delphi, who leaned their head into Salem’s neck again, nuzzling into them as they tightened the collar. Salem kissed their temple, and Delphi kissed their neck in response.

…

*Squeak! Squeak! Squeak! Squeak!*

Delphi moaned, clenching their jaw with every thrust. The leather of the collar dug into their neck, a sensation they usually disliked, but right now? They couldn’t get enough of it. Not could they get enough of the way Salem bent their body, maneuvering them to get the deepest possible angle. Gods, it was so good. If they they this was all it took to get some attention, they’d have drunk a suspect potion months ago.

“Arrrah,” they said, muffled by the bone.

“I can’t hear you, besides. I didn’t say-“

They spat out their bone. “Faster, faster im close!”

Salem smacked their ass. “I didn’t say speak.”

“Ah, Ah, sorry master, nngh, just too good!”

“You want me to speed up? Then start barking. Don’t speak English until I say you can.”

“Aahhh, arf! Arf!” Delphi barked, their cock starting to twitch. They had to ask permission, but…

“Bark! Bark!”

“What a good dog,” they cood, finally beginning to pick up the pace. They straddled Delphi’s leg, driving themselves directly into their prostrate.

“Ah, ahhhh!”

If that wasn’t permission, Delphi… really didn’t care. They were cumming either way. Their cock twitched harder, and they let out an animalistic howl as they began to spill onto the floor.

Salem cood over them as they came, petting their thigh as they too started to spill over, the warmth flooding Delphi’s insides, marking them as their dog.

“Did you enjoy that?” They asked, not even needing to. The satisfied expression on Delphi’s face really said it all.

Until their eyes snapped open, and they shot Salem a mischievous grin.

Uh oh.

“Will you behave now?”

“Woof, woof!”