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Alastor stood in his room, frantically rubbing his antlers along the wallpaper, tearing it to shreds in his wake as he watched velvet fall off in fleshy chunks, spreading thick black blood all over his hair and the wall.
His shadow, Beauregard, was following him, eating the chunks and lapping up the blood like an animal.
In some regards, Alastor hated his animalistic side, especially during the rut, itchy antlers, hormones through the roof, an ever-constant throbbing in his lower regions that made him need to breed and a fever that would not leave.
The demon sighed and looked at his somewhat ratty antlers, the big rack having large chunks of velvet still adhered to the bone. He cringed visibly, knowing just how much more it irritated him to touch them; how touching just the velvet made him want to crawl out of his own skin and screech with feedback.
Alastor grunted at the feel of clothing against his skin. He began to strip down, tossing his clothes into a heap. Beauregard neatly hung them up on a hanger, used to his master's rut.
The radio demon stood at the edge of the bayou, his hooves in the soft mud of the bank. He waded in slowly before he dipped his head under, popping up again, he flicked the water out of his ears.
He floated, happy at the temporary relief from the heat on his skin, his eyes closed as he floated comfortably, listening to the sounds of his little piece of home, frogs croaking, alligators bellowing in the distance, the delicate sounds of deer grunting as they rifled through the grass for fruit.
He floated within the water, his eyes closed, the water against the velvet of his antlers felt like heaven, he took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, relaxing further.
Alastor floated for hours till he eventually flipped himself down upon the muddy bayou bank, feeling the warmth of the supposed sun on his back. He wagged his tail as he placed his head upon his folded arms.
Slowly, the tension eased from his body before a sudden knocking at the door brought it back. He knew it was Charlie, judging by the strength, Vaggie would have just knocked the door down.
Alastor peeked an eye open, far too deep in the bayou for Charlie to see him lazing naked. He summoned Beau to open the door, using the shadow as a speaker of sorts,
"Come in, dear princess!"
Charlie looked a little startled at the shadow, walking in,
"Where are you, Al?"
"I am currently busy and cannot come to the door; Beauregard will have to do for now in a pinch."
Alastor simply didn't feel like putting on clothes or seeing others at the moment. He wagged his tail in contentment as Charlie spoke,
"Oh... Ok, I just wanted to check on you, you seemed irritated with Husk today... I know you don't like him that much, but you don't usually get that angry...unless it's with dad."
Beauregard flicked his ears and smiled crookedly as he normally did,
"Oh, fiddle faddle, Husker and I are just fine! He simply forgot to do something for me, and I had to remind him," he said with a grin. What Husk forgot to do deserved more than just yelling.
Husk had forgotten to clear his schedule, meaning he had to sit with Charlie and Vaggie and have a meeting about inviting new guests, which was irritating on its own had it not been for Angel making sexual comments the whole time and interrupting every five minutes, drawing it out for an hour longer than it was needed.
Charlie tucked a strand of hair behind her ear,
"Ok, as long as both of you are alright with each other and talked it out,"
"Oh yes, we've talked it out just fine! We are on equal terms," if by talked it out she meant nearly hung the bar cat by the chain he was bound with; then yes, they surely talked.
Charlie smiled,
"I'm glad you two did. I was worried I'd have to sit with you two and get you to talk it out." She said as she fidgeted, Alastor noticed.
He slowly got off the bank and began to rub his ever-growing antlers against a Cyprus tree, stomping his foot as he did in contentment. Charlie heard the scraping,
"Are you alright otherwise, Alastor? You know I really don't like to bother you,"
"I am grand, darling! Why do you ask?" Beauregard tilted his head.
Charlie looked at the ground,
"You seem different lately, I just, I don't want you to suffer in silence if you're upset about anything, I know you don't really have anyone on this wing of the hotel other than Dad, and I know you two don't get along..." She rambled. Alastor looked in the direction of the door now,
"Nonsense! I am just fine!"
The deer sinner knew prying Charlie out of his space was going to be harder than he thought. He smacked his head briefly against the tree, his ears pinned, and he nearly let out a screech of feedback when one of the branches tangled in his antlers.
Charlie sighed,
"Alright, but my office is always open if you need to vent to me," she said softly. Beau twirled her and opened the door for her,
"Yes, yes, I know Charlotte, I will be just fine, ta ta for now!"
Just like that, Charlie found herself in the hallway, confused as to how she got there, but she shrugged and walked off to check on her father.
Alastor growled at his shadow,
"It would have been much easier if you had just not let her inside the door, you dirty rat!" He hissed. Beauregard looked back at him, mocking him for being angry. The sinner waved his hand and cast him out of the room. "You'd better mind your P's and Q's out there or I will put you in with the others."
Beauregard shivered at the thought of being thrown in the pocket dimension that kept the rest of his puppets; he drifted from wall to wall, finding himself in the kitchen, where Angel was making coffee and had a plate with some cut fruit.
The shadow wasn't usually hungry, he sniffed at the counter as Angel didn't pay attention, texting on his phone, well stirring skim milk into his coffee.
Beau moved a little closer and snatched an apple. Angel startled a bit and looked over,
"Fuck sake, you scared the shit outta me," he said, nearly dropping his phone.
Angel blinked and watched the shadow let out a little mock laugh. He rolled his eyes,
"Why are ya in here anyways, you don't usually eat, do you?" He asked, thinking about it. Beau shook his head and looked at the apple.
The spider demon stopped stirring his coffee and looked at him,
"Want me to cut it for ya? Where's Smiles anyway? I haven't seen him since he was yelling at Husky."
Beau nodded feverishly and gave the apple to Angel, who took a knife and cut it with his upper arms. Beau watched "in his room, I got put out," he said in a withdrawn whispering type voice,
"Ya pissed him off, didn't ya?" Angel smirked, and the shadow nodded.
Angel set down the apple slices on the counter for Beauregard,
"He's really testy lately, too. I don't know who pissed in his Cheerios the past few mornings, but fuck."
Beau ate the slices slowly, being polite when he did. Angel looked at a calendar in the kitchen and hummed before he glanced over at Beau's antlers,
"So that's why he's so pissy," he said softly as he reached out to touch one of the shadow's antlers.
Husk walked in,
"Fuck angel, don't do that!" He said loudly, when the spider demon's hand met the hardened yet still-wet bone of Beau's antlers, a harsh screech of feedback sounded out so loud it made the lights flicker.
Angel stumbled back into Husk's waiting arms, Beau's form went sharp as if he'd been shocked, violently he hissed out,
"DON'T TOUCH ME!" and melted into the floor, disappearing out of sight.
"What the FUCK was that!" Angel said, looking at Husk,
"He gets real nasty this time of year. I made that mistake once, and he fucking gored me with his antlers."
The cat pinned his ears and helped Angel back to his feet,
"I thought it would help... fuck, I know he's been rubbing on shit all week, the door frame looks like a bloodbath in his wing. How the hell does he even deal with rut? Isn't he ace or some shit?"
Husk nodded and poured himself a coffee,
"He locks himself away as near as I know, always has," he spoke softly. Angel had an idea and took his coffee and his slices of apple and breezed by Husk. "Mhm, ok, got it, thanks, whiskers."
Beauregard was at the end of the hall, licking his wounds so to speak, in a shadowy ball, hidden in the darkest corner. Alastor peeked out of his room,
"I told you to stay out of trouble!"
Alastor rubbed his temples and waved his hand, tugging his shadow into the room with an annoyed groan; he shut the door, only clad in his union suit with a housecoat over it, tied tightly.
Alastor sat down in his chair and began to read a book, after various rubbing spots he'd managed to get nearly all of his velvet scraped away.
He relaxed and slipped to his book till he heard footsteps outside his floor, his ears flicked toward the noise before he flicked them, annoyed by the disturbance.
Till a knock came, the footsteps left soon after. Alastor felt somewhat confused, so he got up and went to the door, cracking it open before he looked down at a medium-sized box. He tilted his head before he tugged it in.
A note was laid on top. Judging by how it smelled, he knew it was Angel who left the box. He read the paper. 'I know what's up with you lately, smiles, I have clients who get rut and heat every year, hope these few things can help you through it, I'd offer to "help" you more but you ain't interested. -Angel'
It read, a heart carefully drawn beside his name.
Alastor pinned his ears a bit. It did make sense for the porn star to know about ruts, but how could he help? The sinner peered into the box and went red.
Contained within four cardboard walls was an array of sex toys like no other, along with a few snacks and scent blockers to use when he started to get musky.
"These are absolutely aberrant," he said as he stared at the silicone cast behind of god knows who.
He recognized a personal massager; they had them when he was still alive after all, he rubbed his face in somewhat annoyance, there was more in the box, specifically dildos that he didn't want to even look at. He sighed and pushed the box aside, moving to flop down on his bed face-first.
A little later, Alastor looked at himself in the mirror nude. He had showered with the scent blocker Angel had sent in the box of illicit items. He stared in his reflection, annoyed, he noticed the fawn spots along his back, the fur along his chest and shoulders was fluffier, fuller even.
The normal bit of fur at the base of his tail had spanned up to the base of a ruff of hair on his shoulders, like hackles. He rolled his eyes in annoyance.
He brushed the rutting fur and his hair, carefully blowing his hair and fur dry, shaking it out to fix it, huffing in irritation when his bangs wouldn't fall just so, he stomped his hoof on the floor, blowing in annoyance.
This was his first rut in years in the company of others.
He was already irritated.
Lucifer stared at the plate of food he had made himself in his room, his eyes narrowed as he ate a small piece of apple before he gagged with an audible groan.
He hated mating season; it always crept up at the absolute worst time. Normally, it wouldn't be so bad had he still been living at the palace away from everyone and everything.
Instead, he had moved into the hotel after the battle with Adam destroyed it, on the farthest point across from Alastor's radio tower.
Lucifer ran his hands over his face and sighed. His wings were starting to ache, and his moult was stuck; of course, his moult was stuck. He needed someone to groom his wings, but Lilith had left him, and it hadn't been done for the last eight years.
He rubbed his face and snapped himself dressed, texting Charlie that he'd be out for the day before he dialled a number and listened to it ring.
A tired-sounding warble came from the other end as the phone was picked up,
"Ausmodus speaking,"
It's Lucifer. Is it possible to come see you for an appointment?"
"Of course, Lu, it's been ages since you've come to see me."
Lucifer opened a portal, albeit a bit jittery as his wings twitched; they were growing itchy, he flapped them, irritated and sighed as he walked through the portal to lust, directly into Ozzie's office.
The sin smiled,
"It's been years, Lucifer, how have you been?" They asked as he gestured to a chair for Lu to sit in. "I've been alright, Lilith and I separated some years ago, Charlie opened a hotel to rehabilitate sinners...Uhm, what else?" he said, trailing off.
"That's a lot of change, Lucifer. How are you holding up?"
Lucifer sat with a soft sigh as Ozzie poured them tea into ornate cups,
"Not well, to be fully honest, I've just been a wreck since Lily left me..."
"I understand, a first love is always the hardest," he said sympathetically, gently nudging a plate of cookies over to him.
The angel noticed they were all shaped like cocks, he smiled a little and took one, eating a piece,
"It will get better when the heartache stops... what brings you to see me today?" Ozzy asked as he sipped his tea, the heads floating in his mane raised an eyebrow,
"Well, since Lily left, I haven't groomed my wings properly, and I'm moulting into my mating plumage."
Ozzie hummed,
"I can imagine just how painful that is for you. Do you want me to help groom you?"
"If it isn't too much to ask," Lucifer looked into his tea and stretched his wings slightly behind him
"Not at all, I'd love to help."
After idly chatting for a few more minutes, Ozzie laid out a mat on the floor and got Lucifer to lie down, letting him shrug off his coat and fully open his wings. The sin looked at them, noticing just how tangled and matted the feathers were.
The dirt and blood that stained them from the fight with Adam, Lucifer couldn't wash them when they were this bad, even before they were that bad, he'd run them underwater.
He couldn't touch his wings, not after Lily. It felt wrong not to have a mate clean them. Ozzy started slow on the outside wing, and Lucifer lay his head down on his hands, closing his eyes.
"You know I don't like to be nosy, but why don't you groom them yourself?" Ozzie asked as he dipped a cloth into a basin of water, slowly wiping the feathers to get them somewhat clean before he started to preen,
"It's not the same... Not without her, I got so broken up when we parted that I could barely get out of bed, I didn't eat much, I just buried myself in hobbies."
Ozzie nodded,
"Lust is not lust without some kind of love to start. I know you may hate the thought, but what about taking someone temporarily for mating season? It might help you relax a little more," he suggested. Lucifer shivered when the sin began to take out broken feathers, tugging loose ones,
"I don't know if I could do that, Ozzie,"
"How long has it been since you've had sex, Lucifer? With someone else, not with yourself."
Lucifer let out a sigh,
"Not since Charlie was maybe 9 or so. We started to grow apart when she was young, my depression got bad, and eventually, everything just fizzled out. We kept to our own rooms and our own sides of the palace...I cheated on her with Eve a year later, and I think it broke it beyond repair. I fucked a lot of humans that year,"
"And how long has it been since you've touched yourself in season?" He asked softly. The sin got one wing done, and Lucifer had his horns out. He flicked his tail gently as Ozzie moved to the second wing,
"Not since we stopped sleeping together, depression killed my sex drive."
Ozzie nodded,
"How about I send you home with a few sex toys? Maybe they will help improve your mood this mating season," he said softly as he worked through primary feathers,
"I'll try it."
A few hours passed, and Ozzie finally finished preening. He carefully washed Lucifer's wings with a soft sponge, getting the dust out; he slowly rolled feather shafts in his claws to crack them open.
He touched Lucifer's back, gathering some oil from the glands at the bases of his wings as he ran his hands down his wings. Lucifer ruffed and shook his feathers into place,
"They feel so much lighter, thank you, Oz," He purred.
Ozzie sat back on the mat and watched Lucifer. He sat up and cracked his back, shaking and shifting his wings; the normally white and red exterior shifted slowly.
The normally white outsides shifted into a shimmering red, like a cluster of glimmering rubies; the tops of his wings were lighter than the deep crimson primaries.
Ozzie smiled more,
"How gorgeous," he said softly, and Fizzy knocked on the door before he came in, holding a larger tote bag of newer sex toys they had designed,
"Ozzie, I have the stuff you asked for. Whoa," he got a bright smile on his face as he came closer.
Lucifer cracked a smile and stood up to his feet,
"Ozzie, you never told me you had a boyfriend?" He asked the sin blushed heavily,
"It's not official yet, but I do, this is Fizzairoli, we've been together for a long time," he said, smiling, fizzy grinning at the thought.
The Angel bowed and kept his wings up,
"Very happy to meet you, Fizz, I'm glad Ozzie found someone special," he said softly. He wondered just how many of the sins had lovers now.
"Nice to meet you, too," he said with a large smile. He handed the bag to Ozzy, who handed it to Lucifer, the angel peered into it and blushed red,
"Things have really evolved since I owned any of these," he said quietly.
Ozzie let out a loud chuckle,
"Oh, they definitely have! Try some things out, text me if you like something specific, and I can send you a few more things like it," he said. He was always proud of his work, especially the work he and Fizz did.
Lucifer opened a portal and hugged Ozzie goodbye, giving one to Fizz as well.
"Thank you."
After a quiet supper, Lucifer was back in his room, staring at the items he'd laid out on his bed to inspect.
Lucifer looked at the sex toys, swallowing as he stared at the array of toys for penetration, others fuckable, and some just made to grind on.
"He wasn't kidding when he said they had come far, " he said softly as he stared at the brightly coloured things.
He idly squeezed and played with one of the dildos as he decided what he wanted to test. He hummed, shifting his wings a little so they folded comfortably.
Lucifer decided he wasn't in the mood to fuck anything, so he put those toys back, hummed and decided on the dildo he was currently playing with in his hands.
It wasn't too large nor too small; it looked like a normal cock spare for the swell of a knot at the base. The toy had a dark tip and a red base with a suction cup.
He stretched and got down on the floor, setting down a towel, the lube and the toy. He manifested himself as a vulva and hummed.
It had been a while since he had manifested this. He hummed softly and got on his knees, he put lube on his hands and stroked the toy slowly, squeezing the knot with a soft purr.
Lucifer moaned and slowly bucked his hips as he rubbed his clit in slow circles, nearly whimpering at the feeling of pleasure that zipped up his body.
His eyes slid shut as he focused on the pleasure. He waved his hand and grabbed a vibrator that floated over from the bag. He flicked it on and settled it against his clit. He squeaked loudly and turned it down a bit.
Lucifer rolled his hips against it before he grabbed the silicone cock, moving to adjust himself a bit as he began to sink on the toy. He moaned loudly, throwing his head back at the welcome stretch.
His wings flared out, dropping with mating oil as he fluttered them, riding the cock with vigour, he sank on the knot with a growl, flicking the vibrator on high.
He came with a scream, thankful for the fact that his room was soundproof.
He squirmed in overstimulation and flicked off the toy, rocking on the cock slowly to ride out his orgasm. He panted and leaned forward, moaning when the toy slipped out. He could feel his pussy drip. He turned to look at the puddle he had left.
Maybe Ozzie did have a point.
On the other side of Lucifer's door, Beau had his nose at the threshold, sniffing frantically at the scent of angelic arousal, drooling and panting heavily.
A growl left his throat when he was pulled back to his master, who was standing stiff-cocked with his arms crossed, irritated by the sudden erection. He snorted as he tried to get the scent out of his nose.
It was going to be a long rut.