Name: Jack 'Fuckin' Mason<br/>Tags: Demona, Nick Voss<br/><br/>As Demona revealed herself, only metaphorically at first, Jack couldn't help but laugh. Loudly at first, but quickly quieting. Meeting a succubus so quickly? Just hearing her name had almost convinced him to bend her over the bar then and there. Or maybe that was just a dominance thing. If her revelation didn't bring the feeling out, the scents that swam around her did. The scent of Palm 43, Female wolf and, most gloriously, the scent of female arousal. He hadn't smelt that in 10 years, for god sake. He shook his head again, barely repressing the urge to pounce on the Succubus like the animal he was. He couldn't help imagine though; Imagining the feel of her pretty, rose petal lips wrapped around his cock, the thoughts of her slit as he pounded it: He exhaled loudly, feeling his member throb into life, ready to surge into action. The only thing that stopped him were thoughts of the person to whom he owed such a debt.<br/><br/>When Demora revealed her 'True' image, He gripped the bar in front of him, his claws digging into the wood, barely resisting, even then. Willpower was a hell of a thing, but it would only last so long. He needed a distraction, anything at all, he heard Nick, speaking to the bartender. He turned to see the rather large Satyr, talking to the Orc barkeeper, he had a distinct interest in his question, so he listened intently: Until a pudgy green finger tapped his shoulder. He turned around, seeing two Orc's tower over him.<br/><br/>"Oi, We called dibs on the Pornstar chick. Who the fuck do you think you are mate ?" Jack couldn't help but laugh, a louder laugh than before. The Orcs looked at each other, seemingly confused by what appeared to be a puny human laughing at two much bigger, much badder Orcs. The Other orc slapped Jack's left cheek lightly, as if to slap some sense into him. "What's funny humie ? Did we miss a joke ?"<br/><br/>"You obviously have no fucking idea who I am." Jack stood up. He could easily kick the orc's asses in his human state. They were dimwitted, stupid, stubborn and reckless. If he smashed the Vodka glass he had in his hand against ones temple, whilst beating the other down with a bar stool, it'd be that simple. Alas, showing off was one of Jack's favourate vices. And he had a lady to impress. "Allow me to tip all of you in." The Transformation was sudden, swift, practiced and Deadly. What had been a man only seconds before was replaced by a hulking mass of meat and fur. The beast dwarfed nearly every creature in the bar. It reached a solid 8 feet, bestial to a B. The wolf slammed two hulking paws into the Orcs in front of it, hurtling them across the bar and into a wall. Both were knocked out cold from the force of the blow. Jack howled out, a loud, Alpha's howl: Prideful and arrogant, but rightfully so. Slowly, he returned to human form. His shirt a stretched, buttonless mess, The jeans in tatters, his underwear barely maintained his dignity. He sat down at the Bar, grinning from ear to ear. "I'm Jack Mason, and I don't give a fuck." The wolf-man grinned, hearing the resounding roar of approval from most of the accumulated nightclub goers. Nothing tasted sweeter than a roar of approval: Although Demora's scent was at least a close second.<br/><br/>"Now who's going to buy me a beer ?!" Another bit of shameless showing off, and another cheer from the group who had watched the 'fight'. Although it could hardly be called that.