I woke up in a different bed than the one I had fallen asleep in. The sheets were silk instead of worn cotton, and the mattress under them was missing the familiar sagging spot worn in the center. I sat up, bewildered as memories of strange, fantastic dreams added their own confusion into the mix. There were posters of half-naked pop stars and athletes and a huge flat-panel television on the walls, thick carpet on the floor, and expensive-looking furniture. What had happened to my peeling paint, Salvation-Army furniture and Star Wars posters? Then two things alerted me that those drams might not have been so fantastic after all. First of all, a thick tail of golden flesh twisted out from under the covers next to me, accompanied by some very odd sensations around my butt. And I realized that I had a pillow caught on one of my horns.
Yanking off the pillow, I threw back the covers and gaped. Slight pudge and the patches of body hair had vanished, leaving the trim, bronzed body of a young athlete. A spectacularly hung young athlete. They say that you can't feel things in a dream, so I decided to check things out. No, I did not pinch myself. And I definitely discovered that I felt things as my immense cock emerged from its sheath, stiffening under the pressure of my hands, and finally erupted in a gush of semen that splattered my chest, face, and hair. I was still wide-eyed and panting from release when the door opened and a familiar and equally spectacular young man looked in with a grin.
"I thought I heard you 'up'." Runt chuckled. "I was just coming to rouse you - don't want to be late your first day!"
"Late for what?" I slid out of bed, wiping the sticky spunk off with my fingers. "I'm sure not going to work looking like this!"
The demon shook his head and gestured at a chair, where I saw some expensive-looking clothes neatly folded. "Get dressed. You have school today."
"School!?" I stared at him a minute, still disoriented. Then everything clicked and I ran over to look in the full-length mirror on the bathroom door. The beautiful demon boy looked back at me, mouth open in amazement and tail twisting back and forth like a cat's. I was probably 13 or 14, and except for the tail and horns, a perfect example of a 'tween' model.
"That's your new job!" Runt came over and hugged me from behind, pulling me against his smooth, warm chest and even warmer crotch. "Tempt the kids, give them what theyw ant, and harvest your reward."
I twisted my head to look up into his face. "What kind of reward? You didn't say anything about that before."
Runt patted my butt as he stepped back. "Energy. Life force. We need it, they have it. Demons, remember? We use some of what we take to make the changes they want, and the rest we keep for ourselves."
I suddenly remembered old horror tales of succubae sucking men into dry, withered husks. "I don't want to kill anybody!" I spun to face him. "Especially not kids!"
The demon rolled his eyes. "It's nothing so dramatic. They get it back, kids especially fast. Hell, I sucked you dry last night to transform you, and I bet you feel fine now."
Last night came back in vivid detail, and I recalled the overwhelming fatigue that had swallowed me up. Still, as Runt said, I felt fine now. Pretty normal, unlike last night, when I had felt like I was exploding with energy.
Runt sat on the bed. "Get dressed. You have to get to school, and we can't do time travel." He snapped his fingers and was suddenly dressed in casual, if nice slacks, polo shirt and leather shoes.
I blinked, then said "How come I have to get dressed?" I snapped my fingers, but nothing happened.
"Because, my VERY ignorant new little brother, you have not learned how. Get those clothes on."
I grumbled a bit, but slid into the clothing. It turned out to be a uniform, not all that different from what Runt was wearing. Khaki slacks, leather shoes, and a polo shirt with "Frederick Boy's Academy' embroidered on the pocket. There was some sort of heraldic shield with a uniron, a lion, and a cross embroidered below the name. "A religious boy's school?"
Runt grinned. "Yeah. I figured your first job should be easy. A whole building of 12 to 18 year-old boys from strict, church-going families. You are going to have so much fun, and make so many very, very close friends."
I looked in the mirror and realized I had dressed without cleaning up. I was still slightly sweaty from masturbating, and I could see a spot in my hair where a glob of semen had matted some of the perfect hairdo. Which I had not brushed.
Runt guessed my thoughts. "We're sort of wash and wear. We get dirty and sweaty, but hose yourself down or jump in a lake and everything is perfect again." He stood and headed for the door. "Let's get you registered and ready to corrupt your first victim."
I didn't like the idea of hurting kids, but I followed Runt. This wasn't really hurting anybody. And I wouldn't do anything until I knew more. Besides, gong back to school might be fun!
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