Characters: [Lord] Jarr (The wolf), Orion (Liger)
Ych taken by/Story written By   rumbaler

[Story is a Work in Progress, Update coming someday]

Orion being sent out to investigate a manor of sorts. Perhaps a gala of sorts as their client had noted that they realize the manor used to be an abandoned building on the block and in just one week's time it's been fully remolded. No one but him seems to realize what the manor used to be. Now it's the hottest place in the neighborhood as it seems a Lord had brought the place. His gala's are worth getting in as well. However regular joe's seem to get invited as well. But there's the kicker about those special invites.

The person who goes in either doesn't leave and can be sudden seen in fancy butler attire happily attending their new duties without a care in the world or, just vanish entirely. So the group realize they need to get into the gala itself and get to the bottom of this. But the moment they realize that they have neither the funds to get a fancy suit (The group is always near broke, and tends to be a running gag for them) and they'll stick out like a sore thumb, a letter arrives.
'Lord Jarr, invites the Dusk Hours Agency to the evening gala. Please come in your best attire, if one can not be procured then one shall be provided for you.'

So clearly this is a trap.

Terrel is noping out of this one. This sounds like magic bulls--- and she needs a break from that. Hedge decides to just make a flower camera and volunteer for survalliance duty. So that leaves the naga and the Liger. Demaciaus is the boss and the only one that can well use magic with confidence so it's down to Orion. He sighs and gets ready.

The Liger arrives with his regular outfit seeing all these folks in fancy suits before he feels eyes on them the moment he walks inside the place. It's so large inside before a red and cream color wolf greets him only to shake his head. "Tsk tsk. Not properly dressed I see. No matter." With one snap of his fingers, red smoke appear and thickly cover Orion's body from the neck down before vanishing to reveal a dashing suit that he could never afford. "There we are. The makings of a young butler...mmm no..." The wolf smirk's eyes giving a glow of red. "A young lord himself." He reaches out with a claw and strokes the Liger's chin before saying in a gentle tone. "I have a show for you later on. I want you to be there. I'm sure you'll find it quite life changing if you do.~" And with that the wolf heads off to greet other guests leaving the poor Liger dazed as that glow filled his mind with something a desire. A desire to attend the show later. Like a compulsion that he has to complete.

Orion realizes his flower at least is still there for Hedge to monitor him. Even his earpiece still works. He goes off and checks the area noticing the butlers are indeed the ones that left their jobs and livihoods to live here. Their suits being as tight as ever and yet they maintain a high level of poise as they offer food and drinks on a try to all guests. Hedge's realizes tho their eyes are the same red as the wolf but Orion doesn't appear to notice. In fact, Orion has been listening less and less as time has gone on.

It's so hard to focus when his own cock feels like it's being constantly teased and fondled as if firm powerful paws were playing with them within his suit. It leave him panting, wanting as the incense smell makes focusing on his task difficult until...wait what was he doing again. He mewls uncermoniously and blushes. How uncorth of him to do that. He needs to maintain some level of dignity. Yes, that's right. He is a guest here, he needs to act like it. And then, the call for the show begins. He feels delighted to go even if there's an annoying buzzing at his ear. Why does he even have it on? Digusted, he pulls the earpiece out of his ear even as Hedge pleads for him to stop, and then tosses out that flower that doesn't even match his outfit.

Much better, now he can join the others properly

When he arrives. Music is played at first. Lovely settling music. He notices others getting closer to one another, holding and nuzzling them as Orion himself just watches on. Juggling and other acts are performed as it seems most are really indulging in at least dignified flirtations. Orion isn't sure how much time has passed but he knows he must keep poised and maintain dignity at all times, no matter how much he desires to cum.

It takes so much to not pant before finally the lord arrives on stage. "Thank you, all for attending my lovely gala. I have one last treat for you all before you go. You my reach of your stable reality only goes as far as this place itself. You all might have felt it at first when you walked through my doors. How the rules of your world no longer apply in here. I am proud to say that reach shall grow larger by tonight's end. I say, this entire block will be mine to contain, but I won't be doing it alone. We have someone special with us tonight. Come Orion. You been so patient with us that it's time for your reward~"

Orion's body moves before his brain even realizes it. He makes his way up the stage as the group clap and cheers for him as he turns to them and gives them a bow.

"Perfect, such the perfect little lord don't you all agree?~" The wolf saids as the crowd claps grow louder in response. "But lord can not be one in just title only. So ladies and gentleman, watch as we begin the transition of this lovely Liger from being a penniless investigator into something more, something better. A true lord of lust~"

The groups cheers were near deafening at this point all no longer realizing that something is clearly wrong here. All caught within the same enchantment

"Come, to my side little lord, it's time for you to take your rightful place~" Jar saids he stands side by side with the Liger. They both move in sync before their feet touch together only to fuse with one another. Orion feels the first taste of power feeling his toes wiggle within that body. Next his hip pushes within the wolf himself conjoining the liger with the demon. The sensation is unreal, as he blushes deeply. It feels so good. "That's it. Just enjoy it~" The wolf saids as his arm wraps around the Liger's shoulder and bringing him all the closer. The two were starting to look like an Orthos at this point with both heads next to each other. One mewling and a full mess of lust. While the other gives a smug look knowing they have already one. It's not long until the two heads begins to mix together along with their memories.

Orion..was a demon of a Lust...no wait...he was Jarr..Jarrion. Yes, that seemed better. They were lord of this manor. Having honed their skills not just in physical combat but magic as well. He even knew his once former allies from the dusk agency. They may come and try to rescue him but he didn't need rescue in the slightest. He was finally what he was meant to be after so long. Before long it was done. A wolf-liger in a suit in a combintion of the former two. His blue neck kerchief still present before the demon opened his eyes to reveal black scarlas with red iris's. His hair style similar to Orions but tinged with red instead of blue even the facial markings were red as well as he let out a victorious laugh. "So perfect you and I...oh wait..." Jarrion could only smirk at himself. "We've always been like this, how silly of me~" With that he bowed to the crowd as he said with pure confidence, not even minding how well aroused he was now. "Thank you my adoring patrons. With that I close this gala as we...I get settled into this lovely body of mines~"

He strightens out his jacket at that point, pulling out a pocketwatch from his pocket to flick it open. "Mmm, yes do come back in a couple weeks time. Only remembering how perfect this place was. All except for you~" He soon looked over at one of the patrons. A fox as he smirks. "You can stay." As he saids this smoke red smoke starts to surrond the fox before enclosing around him. Soon that very mind of his would be empty and when the smoke would clear, there would be another butler in a dashing outfit that would be ready be trained. "As for the rest of you. Come back soon, and invite your friends. And remember, to come in your best or it will be made for you~"

With that the crowd began to depart. All lost in the spell, once they spent enough time away from the incense and wolf's influence their minds would return all but for one lingering thought in their head. 'They must return in 2 weeks time with a friend.'

A chair with a high back appears for Jarrion to sit on, pretending to be exhausted soon after. The new fox butler presents him with a glass "Will you need anything else my lord?" They say the words feeling so natural to them now.

Jarrion waves them off before swirling the wine in their glass. "No no. But do tell the others to prepare our manor for unexpected guests. Hrm, yes. I say we have ooooh.." He then flicked open his pocketwatch. "A day for the Dusk Hours to arrive.~" He then takes a elegant sip. "Be sure to give them our best hospitality and excuse their rude behavior. That will be all~" With that the butler bowed and proceeded to go about his buisness with the others.

Jarrion let out a sigh of relief. He knew his former allies may try an offensive forceful strike to undo all of this but it would all be for naught. Once they realize that Orion was as much as Jar as Jar was Orion they will become pleasant and cooperative, allowing him to move into his favorite part of being a demon. Striking a deal.
He finished his drink before leaning back within the chair. Such a productive night this has been. The demon was going to enjoy whatever they would be willing to offer him.

[The end?]