The plan.

Sly's glade was cast in perpetual twilight creating a sense of peaceful timelessness. This made it very easy to lose track of time, especially when you have a heavenly piece of ass bouncing on your brand new supercock with inhuman stamina. The sidhe and angel were lost in sensation as Sly put his new body to the test. Sly pumped yet another load into the squealing Ariel's asshole, his hands running up the angel's body as it collapsed against him found something new. Tits. A cups at most but with the god's eye view definitely tits. In fact Ariel's body was overall a bit softer and more pliant and there just above his little cum dribbling cock was Sly's mark.

"Huh, I should have predicted this. Get off." Sly said and Ariel obeyed.

"What's wrong Master?" Ariel asked, brows knit together in worry.

"Look at yourself Ari. I didn't think about the extras I put into my cum."

Ariel ran his hands down his newly feminized body, shuddering as his delicate fingers brushed along his tiny new breasts. Confusion and anger rolled over his face along with more emotions than either could recognize in the moment, though Sly's uncanny perception caught more than the angel could. Ariel's voice came out in a breathy whisper. "What did you do Master Simon?"

"I'm sorry Ari, your body is suppose to be yours. I would have warned you if I had just thought... It... I didn't know if I'd get an out. If I was stuck as a breeding bull I wanted to ease the process a bit... And maybe rally an army to escape. I didn't even think about other guys. Very few are pretty enough..."

"You think I'm pretty?"

"Yeah, shit, that's not the important part here." Sly said, getting a bit flustered as reality started to catch up to him. He had in the last Day/Eternity: Died, gotten shanghaied by horny **** demons, mutated against his will, mutated more, snatched by an angel, mutated even more (Admittedly better this time) and stolen and corrupted said angel. Fuck it. Too much.

"Ari, I'm gonna go bury myself for a while, got things to do. Keep an eye on the grove for me, yeah. Good boy." Sly mussed the mind-broken angel's hair affectionately and Ariel leaned in beaming at the praise from his Master.

With that Sly gathered up some twigs and muddy dirt from beneath his throne and created a half dozen fetch emanations set to making a longhouse at the edge of the glade. Once his constructs had their orders Sly reached down into the earth calling the roots of his trees to drag him deeper and deeper into the soil. Once the pressure built to the point where he felt like, even here in his place, the earth would crush him he entwined himself with his forest and got to work. Meanwhile a very confused Ariel just stared at the spot of black soil where his Master had disappeared...

"Master Simon thinks I'm a pretty boy..." A smile crept across his girlish face and Ariel flew up to the canopy to follow his Master's last order.

***

Ariel was getting a bit impatient. It had been weeks since Master Simon had buried himself and Ariel' needs had only grown since Master said it was ok to have them. In that time the glade had transformed. Master's emanations were unusually clever and had turned the camp into a proper home. Where once it was silent and empty, now a pair of ravens nested in the roof of a longhouse while a pack of grey wolves had moved in and slept nestled into a pile. All these beasts bore his Master's mark. Just like Ariel himself. He ran his hands over the soft, pretty, form Master Simon's cock fucked into him. His tiny breasts still just as sensitive and leaking now as Ariel twisted his puffy nipples. He fought to keep his eyes open as one hand reached down to shove a finger in his own ass remembering his master opening him up for the first time. Ariel watched the glade while he fucked himself, hoping he was doing enough to hear a 'Good boy'. That was it, the memory of his Master buried balls deep in his tight ass calling him That. Ariel's eyes never more than blinked as he came. He would Watch The Glade until Master came back. After all Master has a plan.

***

Sly was overwhelmed to say the least. He did not, in fact, have a plan. Oh, he had some ideas and had been looking for ways to subvert this demonic bullshit since the start. He was really glad he had the mind of a hobgoblin for most of it, that low cunning had been useful. Too bad he didn't get the chance to mind break the demon twins... That would have been helpful. Fun and helpful.

~Fucking breeding kink~ Sly thought nestled in his comfortably crushing darkness. ~I made it through a whole, relatively short, life without that one biting me in the ass and now it gets me on The First Fucking Day. I had way to much fun making my 'secret weapon' and now I need to be more careful how I use it.~

Simon Oliver Baxter was a willful person, always had been and he hated being a pawn. Didn't much like using people like that either. Sly was a goddamn anarchist and he already, basically... enslaved... another... sapient being? Fuck, that made him a little sick. Ariel seemed alright though. He got some genuine happiness for a while, didn't he? Sly could see that he needed a good fuck right in his stats and the Light seemed to be a bunch of repressed weirdos. Better than the Dark but still pretty fucking shitty in his not entirely humble opinion. He wanted to give that poor angel a new perspective, he hadn't realized that he was 'subduing' the little shit.

Wishing for nothing more than to hide away Sly sent his senses out into his domain and had emanations bring him a steady supply of magic-mushrooms and got very, very high. It was niiiice, relaxing. It would help with perspective. Right? For a while his mind floated freely among the roots and shoots of his domain. Occasionally giggling at his own stupid rhymes and puns. For a while he slept, then did that again. Sadly all good things must end and that aftertaste isn't going away anytime soon at this rate. So Sly checked the weave seeing that he'd been here a little over a week and his record fuck session 18.6 hours. Couldn't do that back home. So he'd been getting high and feeling sorry for himself for a solid week. On the plus side his classes and race had all hit level two while he was getting wrecked. That was cool. Passive exp. plus exp. boosts and laziness are a powerful combo but too slow for his needs at the moment.

~Alright~ Sly thought. ~Lets get some shit done~