Gray lifted the couch and put it into the truck. It seemed a waste to hire movers when he could lift every piece of furniture in the house by himself. He walked back into the house for another load, ignoring the stares he was getting as a red-skinned, tailed, horned demon. The protestors across the street had lowered their signs, and were just starting. It was easy to wave signs at his women, or even himself, when he looked human, but also they may have just been enjoying the view.
Nicole came out with a box, and Model behind her. The two women provided a study in contrast. Nicole, auburn haired, in her early forties, decidedly curvy, wore a tight white T-shirt over her large, braless breasts, which said I <3 Demon Cock. She was wearing pants for the first time in a month, tight jeans that she claimed made her 'look fat' but really just emphasized her ass. Model, athletic, brunette, in her mid-twenties, had on a string bikini top and jeans cutoffs that revealed a fair amount of her lower cheeks. Then came Sherry, the spitting image of her mother Nicole, but dressed more like Model, although she had chosen to wear a skirt. It covered her decently unless she bent over, which given that it was moving day was happening a lot.
Each of them wore a blue steel collar with "Property of Grayson Harding" engraved on it, although you had to get up very close to see the engraving.
Gray headed back in, passing his wife Betty on the way, the one woman who didn't wear a collar, and who dressed as she pleased rather than just to amuse Gray. That meant some snug jeans and a loose shirt on her slim figure, practical clothes for a move.
He picked up a desk and carried it out.
They were moving out of town, to Elysian Fields, a discreetly named small, gated community of demons and demon supporters. It would be harder to protest there, and the protestors wouldn't be able to do so right across the street. Unusually for a gated community, there were five entrances. Of course people could wave signs outside any of them, but they'd have to split up to cover them all, and the cops would deal with them if they tried to actually block the road. A more peaceful place for him and his family.
Betty hadn't wanted kids, and Gray had been fine with that. His paintings were his children, in a way, his creative progeny, but he would hardly call them family. But his three slave girls? Yeah. They were family, for sure.
Fuckable family. His cock hardened at the thought of bending one over the table, which he still hadn't moved, and entering one of them from behind. But things weren't going to get moved that way, even though they would certainly be willing.
A car drove up and parked in front of the moving truck as he carried the desk out. A big demon with spiraled horns got out of the driver's seat. A buxom south Asian woman, got out from the passenger side, wearing a white shirt that said "Free Use Infernal Whore" on it, tight jeans, and tennis-shoes. Her body, while younger, was shaped a lot like Nicole's.
"Blake!" Gray called, wandering over there, still carrying the desk. "And Padmeena. I told you guys you didn't have to come help."
"Sure," the big demon Gray had addressed as Blake said. "And we came anyway. Chloe sends her regrets, but she's not allowed to lift anything right now to speak of anyway. She's having a day watching sappy flicks with her girlfriends."
"How close is she?"
"Any day now," Blake said. "Better make use of me now, just in case I have to rush off."
"Seriously, she's probably got a couple of weeks to go," Padmeena said. "But you never know, and that's all assuming that being half infernal doesn't change the math somehow. So far the data indicates that it doesn't."
Gray grinned. Did he want kids? Betty's position on getting pregnant hadn't changed, probably, but what about one of his other girls? Nicole was old enough that there was an increased chance of issues, and Sherry still had her education to finish, so Model was the logical choice. Gray shrugged. Maybe someday, but not right now.
He put the desk into the truck, and led Blake into the house.
"Blake, have you met Betty? Betty is my wife. Betty, this is Blake, he's here to help. And this is his, um -"
"Girlfriend," Blake provided.
"Girlfriend Padmeena," Gray continued.
"You're not wearing a collar," Betty observed.
"Neither are you," Padmeena replied.
Betty looked flustered, and then recovered. "Well. Nice to meet both of you."
With Blake helping, it didn't take long to get the rest of the furniture, but while they were loading the last few pieces of it, with lots of boxes and such still to go, a beat-up yellow bus pulled up across the street and started disgorging reinforcements for the protestors. The bus was plastered with posters. "Watch your Children." "Vote no on Proposition 7." "The Mark of the Beast?" "Sex with Demons is an abomination."
"Oh dear," Gray said.
"Yeah. Poor blighters," Blake replied.
"Huh?"
"It was something Snoopy says in the comics," Blake explained. "I always liked it."
"Well, we should be able to protect the girls," Gray said. "Usually they just stay across the street, anyway."
Blake just chuckled.
There were a dozen of them now; eight men, four women. They had more signs, and Gray didn't bother to read them. He was surprised when Padmeena crossed the street to go talk to them.
"What's she doing?" he asked Blake.
"Proselytizing, I guess. She's done this before, and she often manages to get one of the women interested in fucking me. It's become a little hobby of hers. She has a theory that if they care enough to wave signs, they probably have some interesting fantasies of their own. After all, most people just get on with their lives and have nothing much to do with us. Clearly, these folks are a bit obsessed. I'll keep an eye on her, but she somehow always comes out of it fine. She's just got that kind of personality. I'll stand by the truck and help shove the boxes in."
So they kept working, but it didn't really take long. Two demons made light work of everything, and it wasn't long until the truck was fully loaded.
And damned if Blake and Padmeena didn't end up taking one of the, a Mae West sized blonde, home with them.
Betty drove the car, and Model and Sherry went with her. Gray drove the truck, with Nicole in the shotgun seat. He had been tempted to put her back with the packages, to remind her that she was merely property, and not his girlfriend.
At one time he had thought of her as his fiancée, but of course that was never real, as she'd been married at the time without his knowledge.
