The Bri-Guy wiggled his flaccid dick... dammit, this didn't usually happen. What was going on? He looked back at the computer screen where multiple buxom beauties danced around, their DD tits jiggling lusciously. After a few minutes he checked his dick again... dammit! What on earth was going on?
Extremely nervous now he pondered who he could call in these dark and dire times... certainly none of his male friends, they'd all just make fun of him for his insufficiencies... Ah but of course! Angel! Who else? After the golden-haired beauty had helped fuck him back into hell a few stories ago there was no way she'd be able to deny the awesome masculinity of his usual extremely dangerous weapon (it had been known to make girls faint with lust upon sight), even in light of his depressing circumstances at the moment.
Leaving the room with its computer screen of fascinating proportions, he went straight to the telephone:
1-800-HEAVEN
Immediately a sweet voice answered, "Tonya Teaser here, helping all your spiritual needs."
"Tonya?!" the Bri-guy leered at the ceiling, causing it to warp slightly, "Aren't you better suited to helping physical needs?"
The dulcet voice became much less charming, "Oh. It's you. What do you want? And don't you dare say a blow-job."
"While that would make my day if it was possible, I can't accept the offer right now," the Bri-Guy only managed a half-hearted laugh as she huffed, after all, his dire straights weren't exactly something that she wouldn't be able to tease, "Just put me on the phone with Angel. Please."
"Fine. Have a wonderful day," she said, back to the sweet and dulcet voice. He bet her boss was standing over her - hell if he was her boss he'd be standing over her too, that woman had some of the most impressive cleavage...
"Angel speaking," the familiar and heavenly voice rang in his ears, interrupting his reverie. Just as well anyway, his pants had started to smoke - although the thought still failed to get a rise out of him.
"Angel I'm in trouble." he began...
"AGAIN? NO! ABSOLUTELY NOT! I AM NOT WHORING MYSELF OUT TO SATAN AGAIN JUST BECAUSE YOU SLEPT WITH LILITH!" It was amazing how such a sweet and small angel could make such a loud and angry roar.
"NO NO NO!" he protested frantically, liked he'd make THAT mistake again (Angel hadn't even blown him for WEEKS after that, much less flown to his bed - the one time he'd got up the courage to ask for a blow job she'd waggled her wings at him, it made a satisfying breeze but not much of a blow.), "I can't get it up."
Angel paused. "Get what up?"
"You know... IT..." he squirmed uncomfortably.
Silence.
"Are you just trying to trick me into sleeping with you again?" she demanded.
"Oh yeah, like I need to trick you anymore." Huffy silence. He sighed, "And no... not even the thought of your heavenly body in my hotbed does it for me right now... I get the excited feeling, but the colonel ain't saluting."
"Huh..." she sounded slightly puzzled, "Well I guess I'd better come over and investigate... but are you sure this isn't a trick?"
"No, no, no trick," he assured her, "Come on Angel... what guy at my youthful Eighteen centuries would admit to having a... well this kind of problem."
"Good point." she said and hung up.
*poof*
Coughing slightly at the smoke, the Bri-Guy squinted his eyes as two curvy shapes appeared before him. "What's she doing here?" he demanded as he recognized the bodacious shape of Tonya Teaser, "I didn't want anyone but you to know!"
"Well I figured that if I couldn't get you up in person then we'd want to try with two of us here anyway." Angel said. And looking at her, the Bri-Guy almost felt like he could get it up - he didn't now that the robes in heaven came completely transparent... not one inch of her luscious body was hidden from his questing eye. She frowned, staring intently at his crotch as if silently ordering it to stand at attention. He fervently wished it would.
Tonya was frowning at him too, but in a different kind of way. He sighed in exasperation, not even the sight of her jumbo tits threatening to pop out of a tube top and her skin tight daisy dukes got him going. The fact that these two sexually charged babes could stand in front of him and not get a rise was definitely worrisome. It had made him anxious when the computer girls weren't doing it for him, now he was just downright scared.
Suddenly Tonya snapped her fingers, her tits jiggling precariously inside the tube top, "I know what's wrong!"
"What?!" Angel and the Bri-Guy both looked at her.
"His horns are gone!"
"His horns?!" Angel's head whipped around to stare at the top of his head, "Oh My God they are!"
His horns! The Bri-Guy ran for the mirror. Indeed the trio of horns that had carried him throughout his past story appearances were missing.
"Oh no..." he moaned, "No wonder... I'm just not horny anymore!"