Chapter 1

“You sure?” the hot blonde whispered in my ear as she rubbed her very wet pussy along the shaft of my extremely hard cock. “It’s your choice, but we might make a baby ... you don’t want that, do you?” She was angling her hips up, nearly capturing the tip in the entrance of her hot hole. “Do you? All you have to do is push me away.”

I moaned and didn’t push her away. She adjusted herself and I felt her pussy lips expanding around the head of my dribbling erection.

But I’m getting ahead of myself.

“Hey, kid!”

I frowned and looked around the convenience store. There was some severe-looking blonde lady wearing road leathers three aisles over, scrutinizing the product, but that wasn’t where the voice had come from. It had been a male timbre, sort of, though it was quiet, kind of ... small?

“Kid!”

I looked down between the chocolate bars to see a seven-inch-tall muscular man standing there in leather pants and a leather vest. “Uh...”

“Yeah, I’m real ... look, kid, I need your help, and we don’t have much time. See that blonde searching the shelves?”

I took a glance -- she’d gotten an aisle closer -- and nodded.

“She’s gonna fucking kill me if she finds me. Sneak me outta here, willya?”

I screwed up my face to say no ... maybe I was dreaming, or having a nervous breakdown, but...

“I’m a sex demon with mind control powers, and I’d owe you a favor.”

Okay, that got my attention. I held out my palm, the guy jumped on, and I tucked him into my jacket pocket before heading to the front counter with my basket to pay.

“You wanna show me what you put in your jacket?” the clerk asked with a squint as he rung me up.

“My G.I. Joe.” I reached in and pulled the little demon out, who played along by remaining stock-still.

“They still make those? Don’t recognize that one.” The clerk finished scanning the items. “Okay, that’s $19.75.”

I tossed him a $20. “Keep it.”

“Thanks! Hey, lady, you can’t go back there! Hey!” He left the register to chase after the blonde as she forced her way through the Staff Only door. I took my bag and quickly strode out of there.

The little demon crawled out of my pocket and held onto my jacket. “Good thinking ... now, you did me a solid, so what can I do for you, kid?” he asked.

“Name’s Ray.”

“Call me Eros. My powers are limited to sex stuff, and I can’t change what people want, or how they feel about each other thanks to my mistress’ command to never do that again, but I can be creative.” He gave me a wink. “She and I got separated when that hunter caught my scent.”

I shook my head ... demons and hunters! As we walked, I told my new little friend my big problem: a couple weeks ago, I’d been invited to my next-door neighbor Taylor’s eighteenth birthday party but, overwhelmed by all the bikini-clad flesh around my virgin eyes, I’d slipped into her washroom to rub one out. I hadn’t secured the lock, though, so as I got close, the door flew open and Taylor and her best friend Sybil burst in with their phones out, videoing me. The shock of surprise caused me to blast my cum all over their bare toes. They were fucking pissed at that, and were about to tell everyone at the party, but I begged them to be merciful. I was solitary, socially anxious, and being known as the guy who whacked off at a birthday party would destroy any chance of ever losing my virginity. Instead, they decided to make me their slave. “I was actually just getting them some snacks from the store.”

“Lucky for me,” Eros said. “Okay, take me to those ‘ladies’. Also, call my mistress and give her the address so she can come pick me up. Here’s the number...”

I did as directed before heading into Taylor’s house. I’d been given permission to just walk in, as her single mom had known my parents for years, and I think she probably thought I was gay or something.

“There you are, Cumpiggy,” Sybil commented as I stepped into Taylor’s bedroom and closed the door behind. They’d called me that after I spurted onto their ‘piggies’. Sybil was an 18-year-old, thin, fit, dark-skinned beauty with B-cup boobs. “What, didya have to rub one out on the way?”

I blushed and dropped the bag of snacks onto the bed next to her reclined form. Taylor, a slim but stacked blonde with C-cups, was sitting there, doomscrolling on her phone, so didn’t even acknowledge me. I went and faced the corner of the room to whisper to Eros.

“Whattaya got there, Cumpiggy?” Taylor asked as I heard the plastic bag rustling.

“This.” I turned and held out my palm, upon which stood the diminutive demon.

Taylor leaned forward. “What the fuck is that?” Sybil was looking now as well.

“Ladies! No screaming ... we need to talk.”

I looked down and saw that Eros’ eyes were glowing. The girls’ mouths were hanging open; he’d frozen them with his stare!

There was a honk outside.

“That’d be Patty,” Eros told me. “Go tell her I’ll be a few minutes figuring this out.”

“Uh, sure.” I put Eros on the corner of the bed and went outside to find a brown-haired lady in glasses, maybe in her mid-thirties, driving a Honda hatchback. She rolled down the window as I approached. “Hey, you’re Eros’ ... mistress?”

She blushed. “Yes ... where is he?”

“He said he wanted to do me a favor for helping ... he’ll be a few minutes.”

The woman facepalmed herself. “Ugh ... hope you know what you’re getting into, young man. Demon favors don’t always work the way you want.”

I looked back at Taylor’s house. “I don’t even know what he’s doing.”

“Something perverted, I’m sure.”

We stood there looking at each other. “So, uh, demons are real, huh?”

“Yup.”

“Um ... okay.” We stood there looking at each other. Then my phone chimed; it was Taylor telling me to come back. “I’ll go get him.”

The little demon was standing at the top of the stairs instead of in Taylor’s bedroom when I got there. “Okay, bud ... I think I figured these girls out, and gave them some ‘alternate truths’.”

“Alternate truths?”

“Yeah, you know: like how some people think that vaccines cause autism, or Jewish space lasers exist. You could try to convince them otherwise, but they just dig in ... their ignorance trumps your facts.”

“Oh ... what alternate truths?”

“Take me to Patty.” As I picked him up, he continued, “I’m not gonna tell you ... like I said, I can’t change their nature, but if these girls are as sadistic as I think, I didn’t need to. If I’m right, you’re gonna love your life from here on in. If I’m wrong, well, it’ll be no worse.”

I stepped out the front door. “No worse? I thought you owed me.”

“Did my best, guy. If I was a betting demon -- Hell, of course I am! -- I’d put money on your rising star. Also, got you an unexpected bonus. Hey, Patty!” We’d arrived at her car.

“Bonus?” Upon seeing Eros’ devilish grin, I realized that he wasn’t going to say anything more, so I lifted the demon through the car’s open passenger-side window. “Hey, why are you so small, by the way?”

“So I can do this!” Then the demon’s body writhed, transformed, and turned into a rubberized, red dildo.

Startled, I dropped it onto the seat. Eros changed back and laughed. “Seeya, Ray!” Then Patty, her face blazing, revved and drove away, leaving me to my possibly new life, whatever that meant.

When I got back to Taylor’s bedroom, the girls had their heads together looking at their phones. “Where’d you go?” Taylor asked between chews on her Red Vines.

“Just ... had to take care of something.”

Sybil made a jacking motion with her fist and both girls cackled.

I sighed. New life? Same as the old one. The girls murmured about whatever was on their screens while I cleaned up the mess Taylor had made of her room since the previous day.

“Hey, Cumpiggy, which of us were you thinking of when you whacked off in the bathroom that day?” Sybil asked.

“Huh?” I turned to them, my cheeks heating up. They only mentioned the incident when they wanted my obedience, and had never delved into specifics. “I, uh...”

“You prefer dark skin?” the thin girl asked as she lifted her t-shirt enough so that I could see her smooth, flat tummy.

“Or are you maybe a leg man?” Taylor rolled backwards and pulled her sweatpants off to reveal her red panties and shapely gams.