Mission IMP-Possible

    Getting an Imp was like pulling teeth out with a pair of old rusty pliers, hard, nearly impossible. First Bronx started out asking his roommates, Draco and Storm both told him to talk to a Succubun named Hutch– they said to find him down at the Imporium. Well Bronx marched his happy ass down there but not only was Hutch decidedly not fucking there but he couldn’t even get in without a key because it was for key holder members only!

  So Bronx marched on down to Dan’s Dango to talk to either Dan or Shibani to see if they knew; Dan said to talk to Shibani and in order to do that he, once again, had to go hunt down the other man. Shibani happened to be with Oleander at the Church, luckily he caught them post coitus cuddling (with clothes on, thank the higher demons), and managed to get an answer from both of them.

  Shibani told him to head out of town a little ways and he’d most likely find Hutch looking at wild Imps, studying them… and so on Bronx marched with a tired goodbye to the Buns in the church. 

  Thank anyone listening to his inner monologue that Hutch actually WAS outside of town studying the imps. Bronx was also thankful that Hutch seemed to be kind and definitely interested in helping him learn about Imp ownership and care.

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  When they made it back to the Imporium all bets were off and class was in session; Hutch began with basic knowledge and health care, such as Imps not really needing food– that eating food can make them have strange symptoms and even change colors or forms! From there it was all about living conditions, which Imps seemed to be the easiest to take care of versus the harder ones; which ones were better for beginners and which ones needed to be kept away from at all costs. 

  This included Imps being shown one by one to Bronx; most of the Imps didn’t really care about him until one little Furdin wandered up and sat on his right hoof, looking up at him with big beady eyes that somehow looked baleful and sad. How did that even work? At the encouragement of Hutch Bronx scooped up the Furdin, after it had sniffed his hands of course, and cradled it close to his chest. 

  The Furdin cooed and curled up against him, falling asleep almost immediately. It mystified the muscular Succubun to no end.

  In the end Hutch had to conduct the rest of his lessons quietly while Bronx toted around a very clingy Imp who refused to leave him be. Every time Bronx set the Imp down in a bed or on the floor the Imp would make high pitched catter whaling noises until the male picked it up again. It took all of twelve hours out of Bronx’s day to find Hutch and gain access to his Imporium, but it was worth it, he also even took his first Imp home… after coming all the way back into town because the Imp wouldn’t stop screeching after Bronx had left the store, Hutch had called him pleading to come take it with him because clearly it had become attached quite quickly. 

  Bronx had only sighed and complied. What a day.