"Ugh. Fine, fine... What do you want me to do?" You can't help but grumble as Elena gestures, leading you from the gym entrance to the parking lot. "And mind explaining just what's going on? Manny hasn't done anything but man-handle me all morning."
"Not out here," She says briefly. You follow quietly for a few moments before you arrive at her car. She pops the doors open and hops right into the driver's seat. "Get in."
"Sheesh... What's the problem? You think I'm a demon or something?" She jerks her head towards you, a slight scowl on her face as she raises an eyebrow. "What? Manny told me last night."
"Knew he couldn't keep his mouth shut..." She sighs and shakes her head. "Look. Long story short, you're probably not a demon. I tossed plenty of holy water on you yesterday, so if you were, you would've melted. But there are still half a dozen things we can't rule out. Possession, aftereffect of a succubus, terms of a demonic contract, something diluted in your bloodline..." You flinch, a few painful memories stirring in your mind. Elena starts up the car as she continues to speak, her eyes now glancing at the rear-view mirror. "I don't have enough tools available to do a full inspection, but I want to make sure that nothing's suddenly going to take control of you. Besides, your... load... wasn't a lot for us to work with." Your head slinks down, wondering if that was a comment about your rather feeble amount of cum. "I sent it to someone to take a better look at it, but I want to have a clean sample to examine myself. Demons can be tricky bastards, and I'd prefer to be thorough."
"What's that mean? You're not going to cut me up or something, are you?"
"What? No! Do you really think I'd do that?"
"You were waving a katana around at my face last night, Manny's been tossing me all morning... You guys aren't exactly gentle," You snap. "What exactly did you expect me to think?"
"Fine, fine, I get the picture..." The car starts up. "Look. If you're willing to take a few tests, then I'll stop bugging you about it. Once we're sure that you're safe to be around, then you can get back to your studies, alright?"
"Do I really have any choice in the matter? It's either that or take a sword to the head, isn't it?" You mutter as you fasten the seat belt.
"Actually, we'd just have to keep you under surveillance for longer."
You swallow, not sure if you can stand another few days of Manny's undivided attention right now. Your can feel your face burning, though you're not sure if you're blushing or fuming. "I'll take the tests."
__________
That entire family had to be a bunch of sadists. There's no other way to justify everything that Elena just put you through. At first, she just took you to a building on the quieter part of town. You thought you'd be okay until she lead you to what looked like a dungeon, filled with odd-looking implements, chains, barred areas, the whole shebang. Okay, sure, not all of the tools were torture tools, but it was still enough to creep you out.
And sure, the first few "tests" were just a bit of poking and prodding. A few odd chants, a few taps with a cross, half a dozen religious symbols (you assume, not all of them were recognizable) waved around in front of you... You're not exactly sure what she's looking for, but she's not finding it.
It only got worse after that. She started to put you through what she called a "training course", and wanted to see if any demonic power would react. You can see why that course might trigger something in demons... Anybody that could survive that training couldn't be human. It took all of five seconds before you were shouting your lungs out, getting the sense knocked out of you as you were smacked around by a couple of sandbags tossed at you by some unknown machine. You were tossed around by something in the floor, battered by a few bags, caught in a net and then dropped on the floor... If you had any demonic powers, you sure could've used them today. After that was done with, you thought that you'd get a break.
Instead, Elena insisted on testing you personally.
You're still dizzy from the entire thing. You're not even sure what happened, but you know that your shirt's badly cut up, your fur looks like a barber had a field day with it, and you've even got some red cuts across your back and your bum. You don't think you're bleeding, but right now, all you know for sure is that you're face-down on the floor and barely capable of moving.
"Just one more thing now," Elena says, placing a blade back on a rack. You can only make a small mumble, just glad to have it all over with. "I need another sample of your cum."
You can only groan out loud. "Seriously, Elena? This is quite possibly the least sexy scene I can think of right now. Even if I was in the mood, I can barely move my arms right now. Everything's sore."
"I told you earlier, I need another sample to look at. I can leave you alone in here if you want some privacy, or I can keep an eye on you if you want me to-"
Your eyes snap open and you manage to roll over against the floor. "You can what, now?" You try to shake your head, not quite sure what to say.
She shakes her head, speaking towards the floor. "I'm Manny's family, remember? Trust me, I've seen far worse."
"...I'll do it alone, thanks."
There's a small clanging as she drops a beaker in front of you. "Here... Try to get it in here. I'll be right outside, so knock on the door when you're done." By the time she's left the room, you've barely managed to push yourself into a sitting position. You wince a little as you feel a slight stinging from your behind, but manage to focus your attention back at the glass beaker.
This thing was supposed to hold your load? It must've been enough to hold a liter of fluid! What was she thinking, passing this to you? Hell, was there anybody that could fill this thing up with their load?
Your shaft snaps to attention as you think about it. There's at least one guy you know who'd probably fill it up. As you think about it, you could even picture Manny laughing at the idea and taking it as a challenge. Fuck, why did the goat have to be so impressive... And how the hell did you end up his roommate? How did you end up with a guy who could draw your eyes, then drive you completely insane?
Your motions are a little more drive, half by lust and half by frustration. You're just moving your paws through, the pleasure filling your body but your mind still working in overdrive. Maybe if you were big, then he wouldn't treat you so casually... Hell, maybe then, you could put him in his place... Maybe even get him to treat you like he treats some of the other guys... That'd be nice, wouldn't it? Maybe after a night out with him, then you could...
You're so caught up that you don't even notice the feeble dripping from your cock. You must've pushed yourself over the edge, but there wasn't even a sense of pleasure from it. You sigh, your libido just completely gone again. You just glance down to the beaker to see...
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