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[18+] “Downward Dog” by Scribbles Monhagen
[18+] A demon is summoned to an apartment building for a spicy threesome, only to accidentally show up in the wrong room.
Tonight’s story is “Downward Dog” by Scribbles Monhagen, who is an editor at Thurston Howl Publications, and the author of the book The Phantom Janitor and several short stories. You can find more of their stories on the published works page on their blog.
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Today's story concerns adult subject matter for mature listeners.
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Speaker:please skip this one
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Speaker:You’re listening toThe Ghost of Dog on The Voice of Dog.
Speaker:This is Rob MacWolf, your fellow traveler,
Speaker:and Tonight’s story is
Speaker:“Downward Dog” by Scribbles Monhagen,
Speaker:who is an editor at Thurston Howl Publications,
Speaker:and the author of the book
Speaker:The Phantom Janitor
Speaker:and several short stories.
Speaker:You can find more of their stories on the published works page on their blog. It is natural to fear what is dangerous. It is understandable to fear what is unknown. Though it is strange to fear what we desire, it is a fear that very few of us can claim we have not felt.
Speaker:The place, an ordinary apartment.
Speaker:The situation, an evening at home
Speaker:alone. The business, yoga practice. Consider this a cautionary tale, though
Speaker:what it cautions against, listener,
Speaker:is for you to determine. Please enjoy:
Speaker:“Downward Dog” by Scribbles Monhagen
Speaker:Dwayne stretched his legs out,
Speaker:facing toward the door of his apartment.
Speaker:Keeping his legs straight, he lowered his upper body into a pyramid pose.
Speaker:He was only partially focused on his yoga exercises
Speaker:and craned his neck so he could still keep an eye on his tv screen.
Speaker:Yoga and scary movies.
Speaker:The otter couldn’t ask for a better evening ritual.
Speaker:His roommate wouldn’t be back for another hour,
Speaker:so he had plenty of time to finish both his routine and the movie. As the otter held his stretch, he could feel himself getting warmer.
Speaker:He thought it was just the burn from his stretches.
Speaker:He’d already been working on other poses for about an hour at that point.
Speaker:After a few minutes or so,
Speaker:Dwayne raised his upper body so he was standing with his back straight.
Speaker:He groaned and shook his arms out,
Speaker:slowly rolling his hips in a circle before moving to bend the other way.
Speaker:“Oh, don’t stop on my account.”
Speaker:A voice softly growled behind him.
Speaker:Dwayne jumped and, as his feet came together, tripped into the tv,
Speaker:making it fall back against his apartment wall.
Speaker:He grunted as he faceplanted into the tv.
Speaker:His vision spun a little as
Speaker:he moved to stand up.
Speaker:He looked down at his small flatscreen tv and it was broken.
Speaker:Colors spiderwebbed across the screen
Speaker:as the sound from the movie kept playing.
Speaker:“Damn. Never had that reaction before.”
Speaker:He stood up straight and whirled around,
Speaker:ready to yell at whoever had just walked into his apartment.
Speaker:His voice, however,
Speaker:caught in his throat.
Speaker:There was someone –
Speaker:no, something – sitting on his couch.
Speaker:Its legs were covered in heavy fur that ran from its hips down to a pair of cloven hooves.
Speaker:It’s tail was that of a rat, swishing slowly against the couch cushions.
Speaker:A harness covered a hairy torso of short brown fur.
Speaker:And the creature’s head was that of a Doberman
Speaker:with a pair of curved horns behind his ears.
Speaker:The otter’s face flushed as he registered the tented jockstrap around the creature’s waist.
Speaker:“Who–” The otter swallowed,
Speaker:and tore his gaze from the creature’s crotch to look at his eyes.
Speaker:The canine muzzle was curled up in a soft smirk.
Speaker:“Take your time, I know it’s a lot to take in at once.”
Speaker:He chuckled softly,
Speaker:casually spreading his legs a little.
Speaker:Dwayne was tempted to look back down again, but his anger and confusion bubbled up.
Speaker:“What the fuck are you doing in my apartment?”
Speaker:He put up his paws, curling them into fists as if he could do anything against…
Speaker:that! “Who are you?”
Speaker:“What?” The otter could feel its green eyes looking him up and down,
Speaker:and lowered his arms quickly,
Speaker:feeling an overwhelming shame.
Speaker:“W-who are you?” “Is this a part of the bit?
Speaker:Like… I am cool with it, but I could have used a heads-up.”
Speaker:“What?” Dwayne almost yelled.
Speaker:“Chill, chill.” The beast waved a clawed hand dismissively.
Speaker:“My name is Epithumia.” “Ep
Speaker:-ee-what-ia? What kind of a name is that?”
Speaker:“A demon’s name.” The creature’s green eyes burned with a cool fire as he leaned in.
Speaker:“Jeez, you don’t have to be an ass.
Speaker:I don’t have to be here. I just came for the appeal of sex.”
Speaker:Dwayne’s eyes widened
Speaker:and he almost stumbled back into the TV again.
Speaker:“Sex?” “Why are you acting so confused, Brad?” Epithumia stood to his hooves
Speaker:and took a step towards the now trembling otter.
Speaker:The beast’s horns lightly scratched against the ceiling as he loomed overhead.
Speaker:He leaned over so that their faces were level.
Speaker:Dwayne felt the demon’s abnormally hot breath on his face and winced.
Speaker:“You’re the one who summoned me.”
Speaker:The otter couldn’t respond.
Speaker:He was so confused, and the demon was so close to him.
Speaker:Epithumia huffed,
Speaker:giving him a judgemental glare as he stood up straight and looked around.
Speaker:“Now, where’s Ashley so we can get this shebang-bang started!”
Speaker:“Ashley? Brad?” The otter repeated the names.
Speaker:“Who… Who are they?”
Speaker:The demon’s gaze snapped back to the otter.
Speaker:“Who are they?” He scratched the back of his head.
Speaker:“Wait… No. Your name is Brad, isn’t it?”
Speaker:“No. No, it isn’t” Dwayne frowned.
Speaker:“Jesus H. Christ!” The demon flopped back onto the couch.`”You
Speaker:know, I’m a pretty competant demon. You’d
Speaker:think I could figure out how to properly arrive
Speaker:at an address.” He lifted his hand up and snapped his fingers, and a bottle of beer appeared in his hand,
Speaker:and he took a quick swig.
Speaker:“You’re actually a demon?”
Speaker:Dwayne looked at Epithumia, tilting his head.
Speaker:Epithumia raised an eyebrow and lowered his beer. “Isn’t
Speaker:it a little late in the conversation for you to be askin’ me that shit?
Speaker:I mean, look at your ceiling.” He gestured up to the ominous pentagram drawn in soot right above the couch.
Speaker:“Look at my beer!” The beer in his bottle sloshed as he waved it.
Speaker:“That wasn’t here before. right?
Speaker:Unless you drink. Do you?”
Speaker:“No!” “Exactly,” The demon purred softly, a smile forming on his muzzle.
Speaker:“Because you’re a
Speaker:good boy, aren’t you.”
Speaker:Dwayne froze up, feeling that familiar heat rush over his body.
Speaker:The demon leaned forward and gently grabbed Dwayne’s shirt, pulling him a little closer.
Speaker:“Want me to prove my powers again?” Dwayne
Speaker:let out a nervous yelp. “H
Speaker:-How?” He squeezed his legs closed so his body wouldn’t betray him.
Speaker:The demon chuckled,
Speaker:taking a claw and gently stroking the otter’s cheek.
Speaker:“Maybe I could…” He leaned close,
Speaker:breathing his hot breath against Dwayne’s ear.
Speaker:“Fix your TV.” The demon used his free hand to snap,
Speaker:and let go of his shirt,
Speaker:leaning back with a smile.
Speaker:Dwayne turned to look at his TV.
Speaker:Sure enough, the crack was gone from the screen
Speaker:and it was sitting upright on the stand.
Speaker:“Oh.” “Yes.” Dwayne turned to look at the demon again, and the demon grinned back at him,
Speaker:patting the seat beside him.
Speaker:“Why dontcha sit down,
Speaker:Not Brad.” “It’s Dwayne.”
Speaker:The otter took a seat on the couch.
Speaker:The demon stretched his arms up and lowered his right arm to drape it over Dwayne’s shoulder
Speaker:and pull him closer to him.
Speaker:Dwayne could feel a soft heat emanating from the demon as he was pulled close.
Speaker:“Nice name, Dwayne.”
Speaker:“Thanks.” The otter squirmed,
Speaker:sitting up straight, to the amusement of the demon beside him.
Speaker:“So… What kind of demon are you?” Epithumia took another swig of beer, finishing off the bottle and setting it down next to the couch.
Speaker:“I’m an incubus. My game is pleasure and lust.
Speaker:I love satisfying mortals and their
Speaker:desires, within reason of course.
Speaker:course.” “Huh.” Dwayne squirmed a little more in his seat,
Speaker:feeling the hand on his shoulder gently stroke his fur.
Speaker:He was loving the attention.
Speaker:From the smile on the demon’s muzzle, Dwayne knew he could probably sense his excitement. “Mhmm.
Speaker:I know every mortal’s desires.”
Speaker:Dwayne kept his eyes on the screen;
Speaker:he could feel the demon’s gaze on him.
Speaker:“Oh?” He looked towards the front door, trying to hide his flustered expression.
Speaker:“How useful!” “Mmmmhm.” The demon’s free hand moved to gently take Dwayne’s chin
Speaker:and turn the otter’s gaze to meet his.
Speaker:“Does that make you nervous?
Speaker:Curious?” He wiggled his brows.
Speaker:“Excited?” Dwayne let out a nervous “Eep!” “Feeling
Speaker:a little shy?” Epithumia pulled his arms back
Speaker:and patted his lap.
Speaker:“Want to come sit with me?”
Speaker:Of course, he wanted to!
Speaker:The creature was so close,
Speaker:his fur so soft. Dwayne slowly climbed into his lap, facing him. “Good boy.”
Speaker:The demon reached his hands to gently stroke the otter’s sides through his shirt.
Speaker:“How do you feel?” “G-Good.”
Speaker:He let out a soft gasp and squirmed under the gentle rubs.
Speaker:The physical touch made him even more excited as he scooted forward to lean against the demon’s chest.
Speaker:The demon slowly moved his hands up the otter’s sides to his back to
Speaker:gently hold him close.
Speaker:His muzzle rested near the otter’s ear.
Speaker:“Good.” His breath tickled Dwayne’s ear.
Speaker:“Intimacy. That’s not something I have seen and done too often.”
Speaker:He whispered. Dwayne nuzzled the his cheek against Epithumia’s. “I
Speaker:-I’m sorry. It’s just–” Epithumia’s chuckle rumbled in his chest.
Speaker:“Don’t apologize. Just enjoy it.
Speaker:I sure am.” Dwayne could tell, he could feel the tented jock rubbing against his rear. “O
Speaker:-Oh my.” “Yes, oh my.” The demon’s chuckling turned into soft laughter.
Speaker:He suddenly groaned softly and pulled his head away from his ear.
Speaker:“Damn amatuers are trying to summon me again…”
Speaker:Dwayne pulled back, and blinked.
Speaker:He felt a little ashamed,
Speaker:but also a bit sad.
Speaker:“Oh. I forgot about that.
Speaker:that.” Epithumia sighed and groaned again, looking up at the ceiling.
Speaker:“I mean it is a threesome, so I can only assume that it’ll be
Speaker:fun.” He looked at Dwayne.
Speaker:“Nothing like a demon coming by to rile you up, eh?”
Speaker:Dwayne looked away, still pretty flustered.
Speaker:“Sorry!” He quickly sat up and crawled back to where he was sitting before, smoothing out his shirt.
Speaker:Epithumia stood up and stretched with a loud, raspy groan.
Speaker:He stretched his arms behind his back,
Speaker:then above his head. “God, you’re so fucking adorable.
Speaker:You know that, little otter?”
Speaker:Dwayne didn’t know what he was supposed to say here.
Speaker:He felt like each feeling the demon brought to him was pulling him in a different direction.
Speaker:It was like a wild rollercoaster,
Speaker:except in his mind
Speaker:he was riding the demon
Speaker:instead of a theme park ride.
Speaker:His thoughts were interrupted as a warm sweaty cloth landed on his face.
Speaker:“Hey!” He pulled it off his face and looked over to where the demon was.
Speaker:He froze. The demon was facing mostly away from him, another way to tease the poor otter.
Speaker:Dwayne looked down at the jockstrap in his paws, then at
Speaker:the now fully naked demon.
Speaker:He looked between them rapidly, his heart racing.
Speaker:“What?” “Hold onto that for me?”
Speaker:The demon winked at him over his shoulder.
Speaker:“I don’t think I’ll need it up there.”
Speaker:The otter held the fabric in his paws, the smell of arousal fresh on the fabric. He still
Speaker:didn’t completely understand.
Speaker:Was he just leaving it with him?
Speaker:“Wait, what?” “Thanks, Dwayne.”
Speaker:The demon grinned, turning to look up at the ceiling.
Speaker:“I’ll see you later.”
Speaker:Dwayne looked back down at the jockstrap in his paws.
Speaker:“See me later?” He was coming back?
Speaker:Was the demon just teasing him again?
Speaker:He looked up, his mouth open to say something.
Speaker:But Epithumia was gone.
Speaker:The air smelled like sweat and smoke as the symbols on the ceiling were dotted with glowing embers.
Speaker:“What?” This was “Downward Dog” by Scribbles Monhagen, read for you by Rob MacWolf, Werewolf Hitchhiker.
Speaker:You can find more stories on the web at thevoice.dog,
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