THIS CONTRACT IS SEALED

Following the instructions of the Studs 'R' Us phone operator, you open the web address that has just been emailed to your inbox, skim over the terms and conditions, end-of-user liability arrangement, and so forth, and hit 'Accept' with reckless abandon. Soon, not only will you have a small demonic sex pet to break in, but in doing so, you'll unlock crazy demonic sex powers

... Crazy demonic sex powers which you can then use on your small demonic sex pet! It's so perfect!

"So, so perfect."

... Wait just a second, that wasn't you! You spin around in your chair, just in time to spot the last fading wisps of a cloud of smoke that had poof'd into existence just behind you, the moment you agreed to the terms of your purchase. Manifested in the centre of where the cloud had been is an... Well, an... Impish creature, with a shiny reddish humanoid torso, and thick brown fur covering his unguligrade legs (which, you note, end in dark cloven hooves), hovering with the aid of a pair of small demonic wings.

Though difficult to tell from his slack posture and slightly-raised legs, he looks like he could barely stand taller than one and-a-half foot. Despite his... Stature, there's something undeniably alluring about the modest but defined musculature of his chest, his slender waist, and his oddly strong-looking furred thighs. His facial features, topped by a pair of blunt, black horns, are vaguely animaloid, with the slightest impression of a muzzle, and nostrils that remind you of a picture of a goat skull you saw once.

Openly dangling between his legs is a furred ball sack, backing up a flaccid member that bobs lewdly from one side to the other as the imp flaps to maintain his altitude. It looks very impressive on him, though after a moment or two more of looking at it, you'd estimate that it's no larger than your own. Probably smaller. The imp snickers at you, his cock twitching in response to your curiosity, and you cast your gaze back upwards so that you're maintaining eye contact with those yellow, black-slitted demon peepers. Damn it. You clear your throat and speak, thinking to yourself that this isn't a great start...

"Ahem. What's so 'perfect'?"

The imp chuckles condescendingly, and grabs his genitals in one hand, rolling them around as his dick very gradually hardens. His lurid display leaves no doubt that he noticed where your gaze had lingered for just a moment or two too long. He maintains his airborne distance of a metre or so, though his soft, bouncing parts still result in just the briefest whiff of genital musk and kindling meeting your nose, at which you snort in defiance (and also to clear the undeniably masculine scent from your nostrils).

"I should be asking you that! Here we are, barely acquainted, and it looks like you've already found something you like..." As if playing to his perceived advantage, he flirtatiously narrows his eyes into two glowing slits, and licks his lips with a very, very flexible forked tongue. "I must admit, I didn't expect my mortal 'subject' to be so immediately flushed with... Envy." His plump semi, which you're still sure must be no bigger than yours, twitches slightly.

Envy? Is he implying-

You scowl in his direction and begin to correct him, though your case isn't helped by the rising redness in your face (anger, of course). You may not be envious of anything this pipsqueek has to offer, but you must concede that you're probably beginning to look a bit 'flush'. He interrupts you, evidently not caring for your words of protest.

"I'd be more than happy for you to show me just how wrong I really am, mortal." He wiggles his fuzzy goat-butt and gestures with his devil tail at your trouser fly, which despite yourself, has begun to noticeably bulge at his wanton display. "Why don't you just take a seat on the bed over there, and we'll put this to rest?"