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“Would you still love me if I was a USB stick?”
Alastor just wanted to sleep. He’d just started to drift off when the words jolted him awake. He didn’t sleep that often but when he did it was out of pure exhaustion, and tonight was one of those rare nights. Vox had been pestering him all week begging for sex. Every day he had comments like, “come on, it’s been a while” “just a quickie?” and “please, I’m so horny.”
Alastor had finally said yes, but it was definitely not a quickie. Well, the first round was for Vox. He was so pent up, he didn’t last long. He did for the second and third rounds though.
They’d never done it that many times in one day, and Alastor was exhausted. He’d let Vox have his fun. The least he could do in return was let Alastor sleep after running him ragged.
“What kind of ridiculous question is that?” said Alastor gruffly, not even opening his eyes. “Go to sleep.”
Vox was lying next to Alastor in the bed, staring at the ceiling. “Okay, but like ridiculous because the answer is yes no matter what form I take? Or do you just mean the general absurdity of being with a USB stick?”
Alastor pulled the blanket farther up over him, snuggling deeper into the bed. “Please, Vox. Going three times in one night …” he said gruffly. “Let me sleep.”
Vox smirked. “I didn’t hear you complaining while we were doing it. But I did hear gasping and moaning and those cute little deer squeaks you make somet—“
A pillow to the face cut Vox short. Alastor had smacked him across the screen with it using a tentacle.
“The only thing I want to hear now is silence,” said Alastor.
He got about two minutes worth. Just enough time to slip back into a restful slumber. Only to startle awake again when he heard Vox’s voice say, “I just really want to know.”
Vox often said some odd things after sex. “Sorry, post nut clarity hits me weird sometimes,” he’d told Alastor once before when questioned what the hell was that? But this was the strangest one yet.
“Please, Alastor, answer me. I need to know,” Vox pleaded. “Would you still love me if I was a USB stick?”
Alastor resisted the urge to strangle him with a tentacle. It’d probably excite Vox more and backfire anyway. So he held his tongue. “Sure, dear,” he finally said, still nestled snugly under the comforter.
Vox’s screen lit up in excitement. “REALLY?!”
Vox’s volume was up too. That definitely woke Alastor up. He sat up enough to lean his elbow on the pillow, resting his head in his hand with a smirk. “I’d actually like that if that meant I didn’t have to hear you chatter anymore.”
Vox looked offended. He scowled down bitterly at Alastor, already rolling back over to hopefully finally get some sleep.
“Goodnight, babe,” said Alastor in a viciously taunting tone.
Vox only tolerated that for about ten seconds this time. Not enough time for Alastor to fall back asleep. “I don’t believe you!” he said defensively.
Alastor groaned. “Don’t think I won’t kick you out of your own bed.”
“I’m gonna make myself a USB stick and prove you wrong!” said Vox as he threw off the blanket the both of them.
Alastor gave him a cheeky grin as he looked up at Vox’s scowling face. “Promise?”
Vox startled. “What the?! I wasn’t serious!”
Alastor sat up again, this time his smile looking more devious than Vox would like (after sex was over, at least.) “Let’s make a deal, Vox.”
“Not the post fuck deal offer,” Vox worried, already holding his hands defensively close to himself.
Alastor’s hand was outstretched, ready to shake on it. “How about this? You do indeed transform yourself into one of these so-called USB sticks,” he said, leaning closer, glowing palm open. “For a whole day.”
Vox looked to Alastor, then to Alastor’s hand, then back to Alastor’s face again, his expression confused. “And …?”
“And what?”
“And what do I get out of this deal?”
Alastor shrugged. “I thought you were offering to do it. I was just going to have you shake on it to keep you honest.”
Vox furrowed his brow. “That’s not a deal! I’m supposed to get something out of it too.”
“Well, what do you want?” Alastor humored.
“A real answer!” snapped Vox. “I’ll do it for a day but at the end of it you have to tell the truth—if you still loved me as a USB stick.”
“Twenty four hours. You must remain in that form the entire time.” Alastor made sure to be thorough in the terms of his deals. “And what I said before still goes. You can’t speak.”
That part gave Vox pause. “Now that’s hard. I do like to talk.”
“Yes, I’m quite aware of how much you like to hear your own voice,” said Alastor, amused.
“You’re one to talk!” Vox said with a roll of his eyes. Then he hesitated. “... about … talking …”
“Those are the terms of the deal.” Alastor’s glowing hand was still outstretched between them. He nudged it closer as he said, radio filter on his voice thickening, “What do you say?”
The dimly lit bedroom was illuminated with Alastor’s green glow that melded into a beautiful teal color when it met Vox’s blue luminescence.
“Damn you don’t even wash that hand before using it to make a deal,” said Vox with a smirk as he met Alastor’s palm for an official handshake. “Still sticky from what we did earlier.”
Alastor’s antlers branched menacingly, eyes darkened into radio dials as his green stitches manifested with that eerie glow.
“Oh, sorry,” said Vox, not looking that sorry. “I forgot you were trying to be spooky.” He broke the handshake after a couple seconds, enough time for it to be binding. “But yeah, hard to do that with leftover dried precum and lube on your hand.”
The pillow hit much Vox in the face even harder that time.
***
Vox could change his form. He had his regular form, the one everyone knew him by that was plastered all over VoxTek ads, billboards, commercials, all of that. Then there was his larger, surprisingly terrifying demon form. He rarely took that form because it was bad for his image. And it’d be hard to miss, as he loomed as large as a movie theatre screen with that jumbo screen like an IMAX, so he only used it it when he needed to.
But Vox could also do the other end of the spectrum. The absolute smallest he could compress his form into was indeed a USB stick. He’d done it before, just playing around with his powers and seeing what he was capable of. He was curious just how small he could make himself. That’s how he even knew he could do this and what prompted him to ask Alastor this ridiculous question to begin with.
Vox wasted no time after their deal was sealed. Actually, he wasted a little time. Six minutes to be exact. It was 11:54 when they’d shook on it and Vox said no way was the deal starting at six til midnight, that was stupid, even though Alastor pointed out that twenty four hours is twenty four hours and it didn’t really matter. “No, it needs to be a nice even number,” Vox had said.
So when the clock struck midnight, Vox was like a reverse Cinderella. A flash of blue light as his power engaged and then all that was left of Vox was a USB stick sitting on his pillow.
“Oh!” said Alastor with a curious grin as he picked him up for closer inspection. “I hadn’t realized how small these things are. You really are a tiny little thing, huh? Like a little caterpillar.”
Vox was only a couple inches long in this form. He still had little eyes to see and little antennae to hear. But his little mouth didn’t make a peep when he tried to respond.
“Sorry, dear, I’m afraid I can’t hear you,” Alastor teased. “You didn’t forget our agreement already, did you?”
Vox looked surprised at first before he remembered. No speaking. He growled in frustration but it just sounded like a little beeping noise to Alastor.
“No beeping either,” said Alastor. “Not when I’m trying to sleep.”
So Alastor put little USB stick Vox in the drawer in the bedside table. Then closed the drawer. Then Alastor snuggled back into bed with a peaceful smile on his face.
“Yes, I like this form of yours already,” he said before finally falling into a good, deep sleep until morning.
***
Alastor slept in late that morning. It only seemed fair since Vox had kept him up so late. He contemplated the idea of sleeping all day but decided it would be more entertaining to eventually get up and finally take little USB Vox out of the drawer. He just took his sweet time though.
“I slept so well,” said Alastor as he stretched his arms. There was no late night yammering, or cold edges of a monitor bumping into him, or nudges into his back from an impatient erection to wake him. All three of those had awoken him at various points in the past, but with Vox in this form, it was impossible.
Alastor finally opened the drawer to find what appeared to be a very angry little USB stick. Vox’s tiny brow was furrowed and it looked like he was yelling something, but Alastor couldn’t hear it. The magic of their deal prevented him from speaking. He was inaudible in this form.
“Good morning,” said Alastor to little USB stick Vox in his hand. “Hope you slept well too.” Alastor paused to feign listening to what was probably angry cursing, but it just sounded like little angry beeps. “Now why do you seem so distraught? You fit quite well in that drawer. And it even had your little toys you like so much in there. I thought you’d feel right at home.” Alastor meant Vox’s phone and tablet in there, but there really was a sex toy chucked somewhere in there too. It was the bedside nightstand, after all.
Alastor slid little USB Vox right into a front pocket of his coat. It wasn’t usually there, but he whipped it up with his powers just for Vox. It made a perfect spot for Vox to tag along with him for the day.
Vox seemed to like that. He stopped beeping and calmed down when Alastor stuck him in there, his face poking out like a pencil. He had a happy little smile when Alastor said to him, “Come along now, I’ve got a busy day ahead.”
First up, Alastor walked down to a nearby cafe. They had a quiet table to themselves as Alastor sipped his coffee and read the paper.
“They sure do like to slander you in the papers,” said Alastor as he read an editorial. He held the paper closer to his chest so little USB Vox could see the article. The newspaper was one of the few forms of media Vox didn’t control, so it talked shit about him. “See this one about the new levels you added on your tower to make it the tallest building around? They said you must be compensating for something.”
Alastor chuckled as Vox raged in the form of angry beeps from Alastor’s pocket.
“Ha ha! If only they could see how tiny you are now,” teased Alastor.
The rest of the day, Alastor took a leisurely stroll around town, running errands and enjoying himself. And the peace and quiet. Vox was with him, still perched in Alastor’s pocket the entire day, but couldn’t speak a word.
Alastor visited the tailor’s, got a shoe shine, went to the liquor store, and did a little antiquing. He stepped out of the shop with a new book to enjoy later and a satisfied smile on his face.
“Well, I suppose it’s time to head back,” said Alastor. “Hmm. Should we pick up some dinner on the way home? Oh, wait.” Alastor chuckled to himself again. “You can’t eat in that form.”
Just as Alastor turned to start home, another sinner, apparently in a hurry, roughly bumped into him. More of a shove, really. Quite rude.
“Heeey, I’m walkin’ here!” The demon said gruffly. “Fuck offf, you ugly sack of—“ Then his eyes widened in shock when he recognized who he had run into. “Oh shit—“
“Oh?” In a blink, Alastor’s eyes turned into radio dials. “And now you’re dying here!”
“Fuckkkk—“ The boarish demon choked as shadow tentacles coiled around his neck. Yes, ‘boarish.’ That’s not a typo— this demon had boar traits.
Alastor watched with sadistic glee as the demon struggled in his tentacles’ grasp, kicking and clawing trying to escape their hold, strangling him like a boa constrictor. Finally all the sinner’s muscles went slack. He’d regenerate, eventually, but for now this body was temporarily deceased.
“Ah, I love it when their eyes pop out from the pressure, don’t you, Vox?” mused Alastor with that wicked grin on his face. But then Alastor arched a curious eyebrow, because when he glanced to his pocket, Vox wasn’t there. “Vox?”
Alastor looked around. Vox was so tiny so he couldn’t have gotten far. Then Alastor spied him on the sidewalk.
“There you are!” said Alastor as he plucked Vox from the ground. Poor little Vox had been knocked out of Alastor’s pocket when that demon had roughly bumped into him. Then been stepped and trampled on by random passersby. “Oh, my. You’re looking a little rough there, dear. Here.” Alastor spat on Vox and then rubbed him clean with a handkerchief. When Vox looked fresh and shiny again, Alastor gave him a little kiss.
“There. Spick-and-span,” said Alastor.
He may have been physically clean again, but if the look on Vox’s face was any indication, Vox’s thoughts were actually dirty after being spat on. Aroused, even.
Alastor gently placed him back in his pocket before returning his attention to the boar demon, still in his tentacles’ coiled clutches. “Looks like I picked up dinner, after all. I could go for some pork chops tonight.”
***
Little USB stick Vox did not look happy when Alastor dropped that heavy sinner with a thud right on his kitchen table. No table cloth, no plates, nothing. Just raw dog eating that raw meat whole. Alastor still sat prim and proper in one of Vox’s chairs, napkin in his lap, and used a fork and steak knife, but it was still a whole dead demon right on Vox’s table.
Too bad he could only make those little angry beeps as Alastor contently hummed to himself and ate his fill.
After dinner, Alastor poured himself a glass of bourbon and retreated to Vox’s bedroom. It was one of the quietest rooms in the Vee Tower. At least now it was, since Vox couldn’t talk and Alastor had made sure not to turn on the actual television or other gadgets in Vox’s room.
Alastor made himself comfortable in an armchair in the corner. Perfect for enjoying this peace and quiet and crack open that new book he’d bought today. It was new to him at least, but the book itself was old, published back when Alastor was alive.
“This is nice, isn’t it, Vox?” said Alastor as he opened to the first page. “Finally some quiet time for me to do some reading. I’d read it aloud to you but I know you’re not much of a reader these days. It probably isn’t to your tastes anyway.”
So Vox just had to sit there, bored out of his mind, as Alastor read. And read and read. Vox was stewing bitterly as he watched the numbers on the digital clock tick higher and higher. Alastor was pissing away precious time. It was later in the evening and once the clock struck midnight, this would be over and Vox would return to his normal form.
Finally Alastor shut the book. Vox had drifted off to sleep out of boredom, but awoke suddenly when he heard the noise.
“That’s enough reading for tonight,” said Alastor. “It’s getting late.”
Alastor stood and placed the book and empty glass on the nightstand. Then placed USB stick Vox there too, who did not look very happy about that.
“They say you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover,” said Alastor as he pulled off one of his boots. “I should have taken that advice literally because that book was not what I thought it was about.” He knocked off the other boot, revealing both of his cloven hooves.
Little Vox watched from the nightstand curiously.
“Not that I’m complaining though,” continued Alastor, removing his coat and placing it on the back of the armchair. “It turned out to be a genre I don’t typically read, but I found myself enjoying it anyway.”
USB stick Vox’s eyes were wide, locked on Alastor’s fingers as Alastor pulled down his suspenders, first the right then the left.
“I suppose I can appreciate any genre if it’s written well enough.”
Vox stared with a salacious grin on that tiny square face. Alastor was undoing each button, one by one. Each notch and more of Alastor’s fluffy chest was exposed, and Vox was getting more worked up. The last button was undone, parting the shirt, and Alastor shrugged it off.
Alastor was facing the other direction as he undressed. He peeked at Vox out of the corner of his eye. “You seem to be getting excited over there,” he said, smirking. He unbuttoned the top of his pants. “Enjoying the show?”
Vox beeped giddily, little antennae buzzing with electricity. He definitely seemed pleased with what was he seeing from his vantage point on the nightstand.
“That book excited me too,” said Alastor, still facing away from Vox. He pushed his pants down, then stepped out of them one leg at a time, then let them fall to the floor. “It was rather scandalous, actually.”
The two beeps Vox made when Alastor pushed down his briefs had the same notes as a wolf whistle. The sight of Alastor’s velvety bare ass and fluffy deer tail always got him instantly bricked up. Too bad he was stuck in the form of a tiny plastic brick.
The last pull of the garment over his hooves and Alastor’s strip tease was complete. He was entirely nude, still glancing back at Vox, well aware of the effect it was having on him. Flashing that flash drive was driving Vox crazy.
“It was a romance novel,” said Alastor, eyes half lidded. “Well, that’s what they like to call it. It was filthy smut, really.”
When Alastor turned around to sit on the bed, Vox’s tiny little USB eyes got quite the sight. Alastor wasn’t lying. He was already hard— not the easiest thing to earn from Alastor. Alastor had to be in just the right mood to be aroused. Vox usually had to do a lot of foreplay before Alastor had a full erection. But there it was, standing up erect, with a little wanton twitch for Vox to see.
“Oh, look.” Alastor grinned viciously at USB stick Vox. “You’re so tiny, even just this part of me is bigger than you.”
It was supposed to be a jab, but it had USB Vox sweating.
“Turning into a USB stick, what an unfortunate situation for you,” said Alastor tauntingly as he wrapped his fingers around his shaft. “Now when I’m finally in the mood …” He slowly started to move them up and down his length. “You can’t do anything about it.”
Without Vox’s usual yammering, it was quiet enough for him to hear the soft sound slap of skin each time Alastor’s finger’s pumped himself.
“Guess I’ll just have to make do all by myself,” said Alastor, ears drooping and blush across his face as he got more into it. He maintained eye contact with little USB Vox with those hooded eyes of his. “What a shame you can only watch.” He leaned back a little on the bed, giving Vox only a few feet away quite the show. “But I’ll pity you and do you the pleasure giving you this lovely view.”
Vox wished it was for his pleasure. He was yelling in horny fury but it just sounded like those little beeps.
So Alastor couldn’t hear those inaudible sounds that Alastor assumed were probably him begging to be picked up and join in.
“Mmm,” Alastor moaned softly, picking up his pace a little faster. “I don’t really need you to satisfy my rare carnal desires. As you can see I can do it quite well on my own.” Alastor paused, then flicked his eyes up and down to where the tip of his cock was sticky with precum, to make sure Vox saw it. When he saw Vox fume so hard Alastor worried he might start smoking, he resumed stroking.
“After all, what could you even do for me?” Alastor teased. “When you’re in that ridiculous form.”
Alastor’s answer from Vox was beeping that sounded like a raging REEEEEEEEE sound. He had an answer for Alastor that looked like he very much wanted to share. He was gagging for it, but sadly under a magic gag order.
A shadow tentacle snaked over to the nightstand. Vox’s face lit up thinking it was going to grab him. But sadly it skipped over him, moving right past to grab a tissue from the tissue box next to him. Vox looked like he was about to cry with those drooping antennae when he realized Alastor really wasn’t going to let him join.
“I’m getting close,” Alastor huffed, his breathing picking up. The tissue was on standby with a nearby tentacle to catch the impending mess. With a shaky sigh, Alastor let his eyes close as he pleasured himself. He was almost there. His hand pumped furiously, his muscles and fuzzy balls tightened, cock twitching as precum dripped onto his fingers—
“GODDAMNIT ALASTOR PICK ME UP, I CAN STILL FUCK YOU!”
Alastor’s eyes shot open with a jolt.
“DON’T YOU DARE FINISH WITHOUT ME!”
Alastor had frozen, dick still in hand but not moving it. He didn’t move except for an annoyed twitch of his eye. His orgasm was nearly ruined. “How did you say that?” he demanded to know. “The deal was that you couldn’t speak.”
It wasn’t obvious because Alastor could no longer see Vox. He’d been on the nightstand just a minute ago. And it wasn’t like he was very mobile in the flash drive form. Where the Hell was he …
“I’m technically not,” said Vox’s voice.
It sounded like it was coming from just below where Vox had been sitting on the nightstand. With a frustrated growl, Alastor opened the drawer the rest of the way. There was little USB Vox plugged into the tablet. He’d rolled himself into the drawer, plugged himself in, then used the tablet’s speakers to talk.
“It’s the tablet that’s speaking,” said Vox’s voice slyly.
“That’s cheating,” said Alastor, brow furrowed and erection flagging with this distraction. “I was supposed to finally have quiet.”
Vox’s voice sounded damn proud of himself when he said, “That’s called a loophole.”
Alastor rolled his eyes.
“Now then,” said Vox. “Speaking of holes—“
Alastor interrupted, “If you choose to stay hooked to that gadget then I guess you’ll miss the end of my little show for you,” he said, his devious grin returning. “You can’t see me from in that drawer.”
“I don’t want to just watch anymore!” Vox’s voice said desperately. “I want to fuck you!”
Alastor chuckled. “How could you possibly do that in such a state?”
“Please, Alastor,” Vox’s voice begged. “I’ll show you. Pick me up and oh fuck will I show you. I can still get you off.”
“Ha!” laughed Alastor. “You often struggle to please me in your normal form. There’s no way you can like that.”
“I’ll prove it to you! If you let me join in, I promise I’ll make you feel so good you’ll be begging for a second round.”
Alastor tutted at him. “I doubt that. And I’m not making another deal with you before this one is even over.”
“It’s not a deal, it’s a promise!” Vox’s needy voice insisted.
“Hmmm.”
Alastor considered his options. He was half hard as he sat on the bed, having started to go soft during this conversation. But getting so close and then deprived of his climax, he still felt pent up. Frustrated. He did doubt Vox’s abilities like this. After all, he was so small. Like a little worm.
“All right then,” Alastor said brightly. “I’ll allow it.”
“Wow, really?!” Vox’s voice replied in elated disbelief.
Alastor smirked. “Well, there is a sadistic satisfaction in watching you try and fail that I delight in. The entertainment value alone is worth it.”
“Yeah, right,” Vox’s voice scoffed. “You can say that but you’re not fooling me. You’re still horny and want me to make you cum. You wanna finish busting that nut so bad, just admit it—“
Alastor unplugged USB Vox from the tablet. “It also has the added benefit of not hearing you talk anymore!”
Vox was muted again. He was shouting something— almost certainly very vulgar things— but all Alastor heard were beeps.
Alastor held little USB Vox in his hand close to his face. “Now then, I’m curious to see how you proceed with this promise of yours.”
Little USB Vox wriggled his eyebrows suggestively. Then started to vibrate in Alastor’s palm.
“Oh!” said Alastor with genuine surprise. “I didn’t realize you could do that.”
Little USB stick Vox stilled his vibrations. He glanced down at Alastor’s partial erection, then back to Alastor’s face, then winked.
“This seems so ridiculous …” Alastor said that but he took the hint. He lowered eager little Vox down between his legs. USB stick Vox was vibrating again, maybe out of pure excitement. With a hiss, as Alastor hadn’t mentally prepared himself for such an intense sensation yet, he pressed the Vox flash drive flush against the side of his shaft. It twitched in response as Vox gleefully vibrated against it.
“Oh my …” said Alastor, holding him there, his ears and eyelids drooping again as he let himself enjoy this new sensation. He’d never used a vibrator before. This was an entire new feeling for him. And he liked it.
A few more twitches as USB Vox buzzed against him and Alastor was fully hard again.
“I must admit, this does feel nice …”
Alastor let himself collapse onto his back and close his eyes. It was quiet because Vox couldn’t speak anymore— the only sounds were the buzzing and Alastor’s breaths picking up again. With eyes closed he could block out everything else and just let himself relish this feeling. He started to slide USB Vox up and down his shaft. The size difference was more apparent then. Alastor’s hard cock was more than three times the size of USB stick Vox in this form. Alastor moved and rubbed him around so that he could feel those vibrations on every flushed inch. When he got to the sensitive tip he gasped— it was too much. He pulled away. Well, just for a second. He teased himself, holding flash drive Vox there lightly on the head of his cock. Let himself bask there in that feeling, Vox buzzing away, precum oozing from his slit.
Slowly, with a delicate touch, Alastor eased himself into pressing Vox down harder.
Little USB Vox didn’t seem to mind when that precum dribbled down and clung to him. A couple beads gathered on his tiny antenna, making it sag with the weight.
Alastor’s breath hitched, getting close again. Desperately chasing his approaching orgasm, he pushed past overstimulation to grind Vox’s little stick body against his tip.
“Ah-ahh …” he moaned. It was a soft moan, but seemed louder in the quiet room.
Vox must have had some sadistic tendencies too, because just at that moment, watching Alastor tense up and screw his eyes shut even tighter, he stopped vibrating. Just froze perfectly still.
Alastor’s eyes sprang open. His vision took a second to adjust but then he looked down to see Vox grinning wickedly at him. Taunting him like Alastor had taunted him.
“You little …” Alastor started, highly annoyed. That’s what Alastor would have called it. A better way to describe it would be sexually frustrated.
It was the second time Vox had edged Alastor, and the second time too many if you asked him. He’d come so close to that precipice only to be knocked off right at the last second. Again.
“This is not the way to earn my favor for this ridiculous form of yours,” Alastor scolded, his eye twitching. “Or did you forget that at the end of this, you expect my honest opinion?”
Vox didn’t look deterred. He only looked more aroused. After a flash of a sly smile, he pointedly eyed down again.
“What are you getting at, Vox?” Alastor asked, narrowing his eyes.
Vox just kept eyeing down there. He vibrated again for just a second, just to remind Alastor of what he was capable of, then glanced down again suggestively.
“Is this what you want?” Alastor lowered little USB Vox. Down his shaft, brushing past his fuzzy balls, that clung to Vox with static electricity. “Are you asking what I think you’re asking?” Just a little lower. “That would be absurd, Vox. Do you really think I would … oh.”
Vox had started vibrating again. Right in that spot under Alastor’s balls and above his entrance. Alastor didn’t know it was such a sensitive area. Alastor learned quickly.
That little whimper as Alastor fisted the sheets with his free hand was obscene. Vox could hear it so clearly, since he was forced to shut the fuck up for once. The delicious little whines and gasps that followed were worth it. Alastor was holding Vox down on his perineum with the hand that wasn’t clenching the balled fabric beneath him. He had no idea vibrations there would feel so good. He’d never experimented with that area before, so how was he to know he could stimulate his prostate by pressing it?
Pressing wasn’t a word that did it justice. Vox had turned up his intensity and was vibrating hard against that spot. The electric sensation sent shivers up Alastor’s spine. It was a pleasure he felt deep in his core.
“Oh fuck …” Alastor groaned, eyelids low. He looked almost high. Blissed out on how good it felt. Prostatic fluid dripped down his shaft in a line. He was getting close again. Those vibrations were hitting just right. Alastor made a little deer squeak, grinding Vox’s tiny form hard in that sweet spot, chasing that climax that was so close again. He felt the tingles of it building up. He was almost there. He was so close. It was such a disappointment when Vox suddenly stopped vibrating again.
Alastor’s eyes shot open. How fucking dare Vox. This was the second time he’d stopped too soon. Third time he’d interrupted an orgasm. Alastor just wanted relief.
Alastor wrenched little Vox up close to his face for a deserved scolding. “Again?” he snapped.
Vox looked back with a sly, shit-eating grin.
“You’re a fool if you think you are helping your case. What kind of answer do you expect me to give you at the end of this when you are purposefully antagonizing me?”
Vox gave that pointed glance down again. Down to Alastor’s ass. Then looked back to Alastor’s face, wriggling his eyebrows suggestively.
“I’m not falling for that again,” said Alastor, resisting to the urge chuck Vox across the room and into the trash bin until he finished getting off on his own. “I already put you down there like you wanted and you—“ Suddenly it dawned on him. “Wait a minute. That wasn’t what you wanted, was it? Did you want me to …” His eye twitched. “You can’t be serious.”
That lewd smile Vox returned was very serious.
“That’s absurd,” said Alastor. “You can’t possibly mean put you in there, do you?”
Vox beeped affirmatively. And Alastor’s suspicions were confirmed.
“Ha!” Alastor taunted. “Please, Vox. It’s already such an effort for you to sexually satisfy me when you’re in your normal form.” Alastor held out his index finger and thumb outstretched from his free hand up to USB Vox in his palm, measuring him up. Showing the size difference. “You’re not even a third of your usual size! You’re just too tiny like this.”
Little Vox did not look deterred.
“The irony is that you would have satisfied me if you hadn’t stopped earlier,” Alastor mused. “You should have just gone with it even if it wasn’t your plan. Because now it’s going to backfire.”
Flash drive Vox still did not back down. He replied with a couple excited beeps, looking ready to go.
Alastor tutted at him. “Your overconfidence is amusing. You should have just let me finish.” Alastor raised little USB Vox right in front of his face. “I would have conceded. You would have proved your point.” Alastor drew in a breath, then spat right on USB Vox. “Now when we do this and you fail, you will regret it.”
Vox looked elated to be spat on. He knew what that meant. It wasn’t the first time Alastor had done that in bed.
Alastor reclined himself back on the bed, making himself comfortable. “Let it be known that this wasn’t my idea.” He spread his legs wide to make plenty of room, even though the object in his hand was so small. “I’m just doing this for the entertainment of watching you try so hard to please me. Sadly you’ll of course fail like this.” He gave little Vox a playful wink before lowering him down between his legs, hearing the beeps get excitedly louder and louder the closer they got. “But good luck anyway, dear.”
Spit wasn’t the best lube. But Vox was so tiny like this, it wasn’t that big of a deal. USB stick Vox literally wasn’t that big of a deal. Alastor drew a breath, still hardly believing he was actually doing this, mentally preparing himself that, yes he was. He really only needed mental preparation though. Not so much physical preparation. Normally before Vox penetrated him, Vox would finger Alastor with some lube first. Sometimes he rushed it, being so eager to get his dick inside, but he at least did it for a little bit. Sometimes he used his tongue too. His tongue in his normal form was actually bigger than his entire body in this one. That’s just how tiny USB Vox was.
So not much preparing was needed now. Alastor did circle his rim teasingly for a moment with the slick tip of USB stick Vox, male plug end first. Yes, that is actually what the plug end of a USB stick is called. A happy little coincidence.
“And at least you’ll be quiet like this,” said Alastor. “I won’t even have to hear the beeps.”
With a grimace, because this was not his idea and he had yet to see how that tiny hard piece of plastic and metal could feel good, Alastor pressed USB stick Vox inside with one finger. One quick little push of his fingertip and Vox was entirely in.
Alastor’s little grunt was overshadowed by the sound of four notes. Four musical, electronic beeps. Three crescendoing then the last one dropping lower. Alastor didn’t recognize it because he wasn’t familiar with technology, but it was the sound a USB stick makes when inserted into a device. Vox had been inserted. Into Alastor.
“What the …” Alastor hissed under his breath.
Those notes were much louder than the little beeps Vox had made earlier. Vox should be quiet while fully nestled inside him, not louder. But those noises didn’t sound muffled at all. Quite the opposite. They were loud and clear and seem to be coming from inside his own head.
“HOLY SHIT THIS IS AMAZING!”
So did those words.
Alastor startled. That was Vox’s voice. Coming in loud and clear. Well, he wasn’t coming yet, but he sounded like it wouldn’t take long.
“FUCK YESSSS!” Vox’s voice moaned. He sounded so, so happy. “This is so fucking HOT!”
Alastor stared down at himself. Just making sure that Vox was indeed still inside. He hadn’t slipped back out. No, Alastor wasn’t losing it. He didn’t see Vox peeking partially out or sitting on the bed. Vox was definitely still in there.
“It can’t be …” said Alastor, trying to assure himself of his sanity when he was already doubting it by doing this in the first place.
“OHHH!” Vox’s voice sobbed ecstatically. “I’m gonna export all my files into you!”
“Why can I hear you?!” Alastor demanded to know.
“I’m gonna download into you so hard, holy shit,” said Vox.
Alastor could hear every word of this. “Vox!” he shouted. “I thought the agreement was you couldn’t speak?!”
“Huh?” A pause. Vox was quiet for a moment. Just a moment. “Oh shit, you can hear me?” He sounded like he was about to crack up with laughter. “I’m not really talking. Just thinking.”
“It’s so strange. It’s like I hear you in my head …”
“Oh, I guess you can hear me because I’m inserted? Like you’re the device, so my thoughts are downloaded into you?” Vox chuckled. “Damn, that’s pretty funny, actually.”
“I’m actually not amused,” Alastor replied, eye twitching again.
“Aww, come on,” Vox teased. “Don’t be like that. You’re just pissy because you’re all pent up and sexually frustrated.”
“And whose fault is that?”
“Heh. Well, you’ll feel better if you relax and let me make you feel good.”
Alastor scoffed. “This does not feel good. I’m hardly even aroused anymore.” Alastor was somewhat truthful. His cock was about half hard then, having gone partially soft during this unexpected conversation. “You just sitting in there inside me isn’t doing anything for me. I can barely feel you.”
“Oh, I’m just getting started!” said Vox confidently. “You’ll definitely feel me in a minute!”
“I’m waiting,” said Alastor impatiently.
“I need to go deeper!” Vox demanded. He couldn’t move much in this form. He needed Alastor’s help. “Push me in farther!”
Alastor hesitated. “I’m skeptical of this, Vox …”
“Do it! Push me ALL THE WAY in!” Vox pleaded.
“Ugh …” After a sigh, Alastor gave in to Vox’s pleas. He licked the tip of his finger, then reached between his legs, spreading himself a little more. Then slipped the finger inside his entrance. It didn’t have to go too deep to bump into USB stick Vox.
“Deeper!” Vox said.
Alastor responded with an annoyed grunt, but did it anyway.
A little nudge. Vox slid deeper inside. But not deep enough for Vox’s liking, because he still insisted Alastor do it even more. “ALLLL THE WAY!”
Alastor grimaced from the voice yelling so loud in his head. This was supposed to be his day for quiet.
“OH FUCKKKK—“
Vox was not quiet.
Alastor kept pressing USB Vox stick deeper until he bottomed out. “Happy now?” Alastor asked in annoyance.
“Oh yeah,” said Vox’s voice. “That’s the spot. Wait, no, maybe slightly more to the left.”
“You must be joking.”
Suddenly Vox buzzed to life. Alastor felt those vibrations again, this time deep within. His eyes widened. “Oh?” Then he caught on to what Vox was getting at. And pushed USB Vox just a little to the left.
“Yeah, that looks about right!”
“A-ahh ….” gasped Alastor, flinching hard. Oh, he definitely knew what Vox was getting at. He was getting at and right up against Alastor’s prostate. And those vibrations pressed directly on it felt heavenly.
“You like that, don’t you,” Vox said smugly. It wasn’t even a question. He said it. He knew the answer.
Alastor’s ears drooped down but his dick stood back up. A few twitches as his inches swelled, highly stimulated by the pressure on his prostate, and he had a full erection again. “Ohhh …” Alastor said with a shaky voice.
“Well?” Vox pressed as he pressed against that sensitive spot. “I want an answer.”
The answer was that it felt really, really good. Almost too good. Alastor was teetering between ecstasy and overstimulation. It was like Vox was mashing a pleasure button inside him. Sometimes Alastor could orgasm from Vox penetrating him— normal, regular every day Vox— eventually if Vox’s cock hit just right just enough times. If that could do it, continuous vibrations held directly on his prostate— such an incredible pleasure amplified even more intensely— absolutely could do it.
“You’re about to cum, aren’t you?” teased Vox.
Alastor didn’t want to answer him. Not after Vox had brought him so close to orgasm twice before but then purposefully dashed it at the last second. He didn’t want Vox to do that again. He couldn’t endure that again. He needed relief. He needed to cum.
“I can tell by how you’re clenching down on me,” said Vox’s voice. “That’s turning me on so much. Holy shit.”
Alastor’s fluffy tail thumped happily on the bed. He didn’t even register that he was doing it. It was involuntary sometimes when he was happy. And he was in a state of pure bliss. His face was flushed, fists back to balling into the sheets, as a thin line of prostatic fluid dripped down his cock. That was pure milked pleasure running down his length.
“Wish I could see your face …” said Vox.
Alastor’s expression looked drunk or high or some other altered state of mind. It was a face very few had ever had the privilege of seeing. The Radio Demon in the throes of passion.
Suddenly Vox kicked up the vibrations’ intensity. Like he was a vibrator turning up to the highest setting. “… when you cum in a second.”
“Fuckkkk …” Alastor hissed, and a second later, he had one of the longest, most powerful orgasms of his life. Being edged repeatedly before only made it more intense. It built up, the pleasure rising with each harsh breath— huff huff huff— in a crescendo and burst of pure ecstasy. Then coming down after reaching the climax —huff—to feel one last pulse of pleasure. It was an aftershock but with such an incredible orgasm still felt amazing in its own right. His chest heaved, trying to catch his breath. His brain was too foggy to realize that he had cum to the same beat of those four musical notes of insertion from before. Just slowed way, way down, thankfully, so that he could relish in that incredible feeling.
“Oh, damnnnn …” said Vox’s voice, sounding exhausted, but in a good way. “I felt like every contraction around me the entire time you were cumming …”
Alastor collapsed onto the bed, panting.
Vox continued, “… you were clamping down so hard on me, I came right after you. That was hot as fuck.”
Alastor didn’t respond. He needed a minute. He could only stare at the ceiling, vision blurry, still basking in the afterglow.
“I left my whole download inside you,” said USB stick Vox, sounding proud of himself. “And that was a big download for such a ‘little thing.’”
Alastor was tired then. He wanted to go to sleep.
“But I guess size doesn’t matter too much, does it?” Vox chuckled. “Not if you know what you’re doing.”
Alastor started to drift off with a satisfied smile on his face.
“Hey, what time is it anyway?”
Alastor jolted awake, sitting up immediately. Because it felt late. Very late. He glanced at the clock. 11:57 PM. “Fuck,” he swore.
“It’s fuck o’clock, all right,” said Vox, amusing himself. “Haha, yeah.”
“It’s three minutes til midnight,” said Alastor, slight panic in his voice, shifting his weight on the bed.
Then it must have dawned on Vox. “Well shit. I better get the fuck out of here before I turn back to normal size and tear you open from the inside out.”
“Yes, you better!” said Alastor, slightly more panic in his voice, reaching in farther.
“Okay. So take me out then.”
“I’ve been trying for the last thirty seconds.”
As soon as he realized the time, Alastor had already inserted his finger, trying to get to Vox inside. But he couldn’t quite reach. He’d pushed Vox as deep as he could before. Now there no way for him to get purchase to pull USB Vox back out.
“You have? Damn, well— oh!” Vox startled. “I just felt you poke me. Haha, that tickles.”
“This isn’t funny!”
When the tip of Alastor’s finger poked Vox, it only pushed him deeper. Alastor had made a grave mistake. Don’t be like Alastor, boys and girls. Always use something with a flared base.
There was less than a minute left. It was like Cinderella, except instead of turning back into a pumpkin at midnight, it would be Alastor who would be carved open. From the inside out when Vox returned to his normal size.
“Bear down or something,” said Vox. “Oooh, yeah, just like that.”
“You’re not supposed to be aroused right now!”
“Ha— okay. I had my fun.”
Suddenly there was an electric blue surge of light. It jumped from Alastor’s ass to Vox’s phone in the open nightstand drawer, then onto the bed. Vox had jumped via electricity to the nearest electronic, then materialized beside Alastor. In his normal demon form. Also he was naked.
“You could do that all along?!” seethed Alastor.
“I just wanted to make you sweat a little,” Vox said slyly.
Of course, Alastor was already covered in sweat from their unorthodox tryst, so that really wasn’t necessary.
“Time’s up. My end of the deal is done.” Vox leaned in close to Alastor, making Alastor lean back in return. “So now you have to tell me. And you have to be honest. You literally can’t lie. The magic won’t let you. So …” He paused for dramatic effect. “… did you still love me as a USB stick?”
Alastor also let a few moments of silence go by before answering, just to make Vox sweat a little, as Vox would say. “Yes,” he finally said bluntly. “Oh!”
Alastor had startled because as soon as the word yes was out, Vox had pounced to pin him down on his back.
“I’ve never been so happy to be wrong before,” said Vox, a mischievous grin stretching from one edge of his screen to the other as he straddled over top of Alastor.
Alastor looked up at him. “I actually liked you better like that.”
“No fucking way.”
“I did!” Alastor’s answer sounded sincere. “We had such a nice time, didn’t we? We spent the whole day together. And it was so quiet and peaceful. I rather enjoyed it. We should do it again sometime.”
Vox had Alastor pinned by the wrists. “Okay, well, you definitely enjoyed our night together too. Even though it definitely wasn’t quiet.”
Alastor glanced down. Something was rubbing at the inside of one of his thighs.
It was Vox’s hard erection. “So it seems refractory periods only apply to the form you actually fuck with. Because this one is ready to go again now.”
Alastor sighed but spread his legs more to accommodate. “Let me guess. You want three rounds again, don’t you?”
“Um, that would be fucking amazing.”
“I’ll agree on one condition.”
“OKAY!” Vox said enthusiastically.
“We can do it in this form for round two. But for the third, your flash drive form should be recovered by then. I want that one again. I liked it better.”
“… okay,” Vox said less enthusiastically.
And so they did it two more times that evening. After the third, they were both so exhausted they fell asleep and slept in half of the next day. With little USB stick Vox still happily and comfortably nestled inside a very satisfied Alastor.