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The excited cacophony of children at play disturbed Merkimer from his deep, alcohol-induced slumber. Glancing groggily around, the pig noticed several thin, young peasants playfighting with a giant. He giggled as the goliath grabbed one and hurled them over a nearby cliff, far into the ocean below. Kids these days, always pretending to be killed by ogres.

Turning his attention away from the small crowd that had begun to gather with pitchforks and torches, he rose onto his short porcine legs and trotted past the open doorway of the nearby tavern. His mind was still foggy as it attempted to pick out the events of the night before. He'd been drinking heavily, squat under a table, when the sheer amount of watered-down ale had knocked him out. Obviously one of the patrons had noticed the pig and chucked him out - he frowned at the No dogs, pigs, or ex-princes-turned-into-pigs-by-strange-elf-related-magic sign that hung by the window, swaying gently in the breeze. It slowly dawned on him that his stomach felt a little more wet than usual, and he paused to glance down between his legs. The gentle fuzzed fur that coated his belly was matted with some strange substance. Despite his relative inexperience at being a literal pig, Merkimer could clue in to just was that was. But why had he orgasmed all over himself during his sleep?

Suddenly, his dream came flashing back to him. Handsome Merkimer, pride of Bentwood, human and hunky and surrounded by seven ladies, two men and a walrus. And oh, how the feelings washed over him, the sight of naked flesh, rasping tongues licking at any orifice they could find, more fluids than he'd ever drunk in his life...

Merkimer sighed. As a human, and a prince at that, he'd had all the companionship he needed. All that was required of him was to wave a hand, throw some money, or write a letter detailing something that would be a 'duty to the king' and all that... Everything was great.

But then he'd met Bean, and decide that, despite her buck teeth, feisty attitude and obvious distaste of him (a minor consideration), he must have her.

Well, everyone knew how that turned out. Even when he'd popped over to see her just a few days ago, she refused to sleep with him. The nerve! If walruses were good enough for royalty, then so were bloody pigs.

Merkimer was overcome with a feeling of loneliness and despair. If he couldn't get it on, what point was there in living? Nobody wanted to sleep with a pig... nobody even wanted to talk to him. In fact, the only person that paid him any attention - though 'person' probably wasn't an accurate description - was Luci. The demon seemed to harbor a strange affection for him; sure, outwardly the black demon chastised him and hit him and made all sorts of trouble, but Luci always had time for Merkimer. And for that, Merkimer was thankful. Yes, he'd go and find the demon, that's what he'd do, and ask if they could hang out. He always wondered what demons did for fun. A life like that had to be filled with fun and excitement, right?

Luci, the demon in question, was totally and utterly bored. With Bean and Elfo off on some dumb errand involving blood - they all involved blood, he swore - there just really wasn't much for a monster to do. Sure, he was supposed to be a bloody-thirsty anarchist, but right now Luci's heart just wasn't in it. Though he loved seeing Bean smashed around the place and humiliated beyond what should be physically possible, it always left a bit of a bad taste in his mouth. And yes, perhaps that was the lamb he'd eaten whole in front of some sick kid earlier rather than gentle sunrise ruminations, but it also brought up the worrying train of thought that perhaps he was becoming nice. And nice was one of the very worst things a demon could be, right up there with being generous and charitable. His brother had been called an 'angel' once by their mother and boy, did they spend months cleaning the bits off the walls.

No, he needed some fun. Some stimulation. Spiking himself on this iron church fence just wasn't doing it for him. Pulling himself up and off the ornamental pillars slaved over by a thousand starving peasants and kicking it into the sea (where it shot directly into some random kid's eye - what was he doing in the ocean?), he stepped into the street and looked around. He could chew the legs of that woman's donkey, or swap that man's ale for cyanide, or even replace that kid's teddy bear with a real bear... No, none of that was good enough. It was all so impersonal. Demons worked best when they were messing with someone they knew, someone that they could be sure would feel as horrible and humiliated as possible.

Well, perhaps not someone. But some_thing_ trotted dejectedly into view and brightened Luci's whole day. Merkimer the ex-human looked positively thrilled when his eyes rose to meet Luci's, and the demon uncomfortably pushed away the peculiar warm feeling he felt rising up inside him.

"Well, if it isn't Bacon Butt. How's it going? Any good scraps?"

"I suppose... I got a bit of old Belgian waffle from the hands of a dirty beggar. He didn't put up much of a fight."

"What's a Belgian?"

"No idea, but that's beside the point. I... actually, I was hoping to get your opinion on something..." Merkimer turned his head slightly, as if inviting Luci into a secret. And if there was one thing the demon loved doing, it was posting secrets on the local announcements board.

"Oh? Do tell! I promise I'll let everyone know."

"Well, you see, I've been having a little trouble getting my old friend some action on the side."

"Your what now?" Luci cocked a dark eyebrow, though of course his voidal black form made the action pointless.

"My little marshal. The Dongmeister. Lord... chum of the dual spheres."

"Oh, you mean your cock?"

Classy as always. Merkimer nodded curtly. "That's the one. I call him Harold. I was hoping you could help me find it a... temporary shelter."

"If you're looking for sex, you've come to the wrong demon. You'll want an incubus for that, and unfortunately that promotion is quite a few centuries away."

"I just need a little help smoothing the moves."

"To catch a date? Oh, well..." Luci mulled it over. 'Helping' the porcine could be fun, but on the other hand... some strange part of the demon resented the idea of Merkimer getting it on with others. Perhaps... perhaps he could play the part of the puppet master. The demon tapped his porcine friend in the snout with a pointed nail.

"I suppose I could lend you a claw. Add a little demon pizzazz." He waved his midnight talons. "I'm always saying the dating scene needs more black - though people never quite take it the way I mean..."

"Well, that's marvelous!" Merkimer grinned, having tuned out the latter of the demon's speech as soon as he mentioned 'pizzazz'. "This 'pizzazz' thing sounds like it could work. But how could I ever repay you in a way that doesn't involve riches, power or general servitude?"

"Well..." Luci rubbed the bottom of his chin with a sheathed claw, a façade of deep thought etched into his simple features. "Remember a while ago when we agreed I could ride you like a horse?"

Merkimer nodded, slightly confused.

"That deal still stands, correct?"

"I suppose..."

"Good. Good..." Luci grinned. "Then I can help. Let's get wooing."

Merkimer glanced worriedly at the glowing vial held between Luci's pointed claws. "So... this'll make me irresistibly attractive to all the lovely ladies I could possibly want?"

"I promise." The demon purred. "Cross the empty black void that is my heart."

"Well..." He watched as the emerald contents of the glass swirled eagerly. "I guess..."

"Fantastic." Without warning, Luci's claws shot forward and grabbed the lower part of Merkimer's jaw, pulling it open as the entire contents of the vial poured into the porcine's mouth. His eyes bulged in surprise as Merkimer fell back, coughing and hacking. Yet it was too late; the pig's throat actually glowed slightly as the substance entered his stomach and began its work. Gradually, Merkimer calmed down, his breathing slowing as his mind clouded slightly. He stumbled, blinking against the light the suddenly seemed to bright.

"What... what's happening? I feel... I feel..." What did he feel? To Merkimer's surprise, a pleasant warmth was turning in his stomach, flowing out and lower, almost to his hindquarters. His head felt light, but in a way that wasn't all together bad. It was like he was floating, high above the clouds. Sure, he couldn't think very clearly, but it wasn't like he used his brain much as a human anyway.

"Lookin' good there, porky."

"I... really?" Merkimer languidly glanced down at his porcine form; for that's what it was. Unfortunately, he hadn't magically turned back into a human. Everything was as it seemed - a warm pink overtone of his body, scuffed black hooves, light grey fur... "I don't look any different..."

"Oh now, don't be modest!" Luci chuckled. "You look fantastic."

"R-really?"

"As handsome as the devil himself. If I was one of those ladies, I'd be down on my knees."

"Well I never." Merkimer sounded a little more confident now, deciding that perhaps Luci was right. He was a handsome pig after all. "So I'm all ready to woo?"

"No, no, not quite." Luci grinned, showing off pearly white fangs. "We need to get you a good pick-up line."

"Oh, I've got loads of those!" Merkimer grinned. "What about, 'How'd you like these biceps? Hard, right? Well, let me show you what else is--'"

"Doesn't really work in your current state though, does it? Pigs don't have biceps."

"I've got more. How about, 'I may have a clean-shaven, sharp manly jawline and a fantastic butt--"

"Again, you're a pig." Luci rolled his eyes, though he couldn't quite help glancing at Merkimer's ample behind. He did have a pretty good butt.

"Wait, I've got it. 'As a human male, I...' Oh, wait."

"Look, let me give you one. Something that can suit your piggish disposition..." The demon made a show of deep consideration. Then he spanned his claws excitedly. "Brilliant. Head up to those beauties over there..." He made a vague gesture to a small gaggle of women chatting in a small courtyard. "And say, 'Hey there, ladies. Wanna go for a ride with the Hoggmeister?'"

"That's... that's marvelous!" Merkimer laughed triumphantly. "Who could possibly resist that?"

"Exactly." Luci grinned, jumping up to sit on a nearby barrel. "Now go on out there and strut your stuff, bacon butt!"

"That I will!" And off he went, a cocky smirk in his stride as he clopped up to the rather fetching ladies. They didn't take much notice of him, so he decided to climb up onto the railing and clear his throat. That got their attention.

"H-hey there, ladies! Wanna go with the--no, wait... go for a ride on the--with the Hoggmeister? For a ride?"

The first of the ladies, a beauty of gentle disposition and classically pretty blonde hair rose an eyebrow, a look of slight annoyance on her face. "Um... we're a little busy right now, so..."

"Oh, I can assure you, I'm quite good in bed." He grinned.

"Yeah, well..." Interrupted the second, slightly butch with a fiery red mane. "We're not into hogs."

"I'm not a hog. I'm a pig." Merkimer explained with an air of superiority. "Well... technically, I'm a human that was transformed into a pig, so... you're double-wrong." The pig added as he slipped into a laying posture, laying on his side, showing off his manly stomach.

"Okay, whatever, but--" The third began to snap back but promptly paused as she looked down at Merkimer's belly in shock.

"Hmmm? Have my ravaging good looks left you speechless?" Merkimer asked, unaware of what the woman was gasping at. She pointed and the others screamed, climbing over each other in a hasty exit. One of them, the girl with blonde hair, paused to appraise him, a sultry smile finding its way onto her face. But then her arm was quickly grabbed by her friend and she too disappeared.

Merkimer was left feeling quite confused. Looking down, he couldn't see past his broad stomach, so instead he found a handy puddle and stood over it. Had he spilt food on himself?

Ah, no, not food... though the large swinging erection looked good enough to eat. Had he been sporting a hard on this entire time? Apparently so. Dejected and lonely once again, Merkimer dragged himself back to the barrel Luci sat upon, a claw over his mouth to stifle the laughter.

"Soooo... How'd it go?"

Merkimer didn't answer him, head hanging low as he decided the rocks on the ground were scattered in a very interesting pattern. His cheeks burned in embarrassment, which Luci was quick to notice.

"That bad, huh?"

"I thought you said I was handsome!" Merkimer shouted. "Most of those girls looked at me like I was some kind of... disgusting ogre!"

"Hey!" Growled a nearby ogre as he slung a kid over his shoulder.

"You_are_ handsome... it's not my fault those women couldn't see it." Luci said, ignoring the intrusion as the ogre scoffed and muttered something to himself as he walked away, giving his porcine friend a shrug. "And besides, I never said the potion would change your looks."

"Yes, you did!"

"No, I said it would make you irresistible. And what living thing doesn't like a good cock?"

"I... what?" The pig gave him a confused look, anger momentarily forgotten.

"It was an aphrodisiac. And... heh, I can see it worked." Luci gave his friend's member an appraising look. "Did you say the pick-up line?"

"I did."

"And did you say it properly?"

Merkimer paused. "Um..."

"No? Well, the potion must've gone to your head. Should've kept that libido in check, piggy."

"I want another try."

"Oh, no-no-no, that's not how it works." Luci said, waving his finger in a cocky fashion, "It's time to hold up your end of the bargain."

"But I didn't get what I wanted!" Merkimer shouted in anger and frustration, "I never got to have crazy sex with those women and I'm still aroused! ...So very aroused..." The pig muttered his last words softly to himself as he briefly glances towards his backside, peeking at his still erect and insistently throbbing cock.

"Well, lucky for you, this little deal will make us both happy."

"I... beg your pardon?"

Luci hopped down from the barrel, walking languidly up to Merkimer. "Look, I gave you the potion and the fantastic line. It's your fault you screwed up. However..." He raised a claw to Merkimer's snout to stop him from interrupting. "I'm nothing if not a reasonable demon. So, how 'bout this? When you complete your side of the deal... I'll consider letting you give it another go."

The pig contemplated the offer, narrowing his eyes slightly. "You promise?"

"Absolutely not. Promises are for angels... and angels are flammable."

"Well... okay." Merkimer decided with a determined nod. "It's only a piggyback ride, after all."

Luci raised an eyebrow. "Oh? I don't think that was the deal." He grinned broadly at the pig. "I get to ride you like a horse. Ride you. You understand what that means, right?" He leaned forward, breath hot on Merkimer's muzzle, voice barely a whisper. "It means I get to fuck you."

Merkimer jolted back with a surprised snort. "What!? No!"

"You don't have a choice, piggy." Luci shrugged. "You made a deal with a demon, what did you expect?"

"Not that you'd... do it with me!" The pig shook his head. "I'm not doing this."

"Oh, come now." The demon purred with a pout, reaching a claw up to his friend's chin. The pig jerked away again, but Luci was more forceful, scraping a thin line across the contours of Merkimer's muzzle. "It'll be fun. Besides... I thought you were horny."

"For women..." The pig whispered, rooted to the spot as Luci continued lightly scraping his sensitive flesh. "Please..."

Luci continued to ignore him, bring his other hand to cup Merkimer's cheek gently. His paw radiated warmth, like a furnace was simmering gently beneath it. "It's never too late to try new things."

"But... but..." The pig searched around for an excuse. "I'm not... I'm not gay." Merkimer pleaded, his voice weak, trailing off with a hint of resignation.

Luci smiled internally, except this smile was different...this smile was genuine. He was planning on enjoying this, way more than he wanted to let on. "And neither am I... but ever since I came into this darn place I haven't had a chance to... well, treat myself. A little stimulation won't harm either of us."

The pig's broad shoulders slumped, morose acceptance etched into his feature. His voice heavy, Merkimer merely sighed "just make it quick" before sitting back, legs spread and engorged cock revealed to the air. Luci noted the erection with pleasant surprise; he'd worried that his friend would prove much more difficult, but it seemed at least some part of the pig was open to it. Or perhaps the potion hadn't worn off yet.

Either way, the demon was determined to make the most of it. By now Luci's own cock had begun to emerge from its almost feline sheath, two heavy testicles uncurling from beneath it. The length was notable, especially compared to his proportions - even Merkimer unconsciously licked his lips, though from nerves or pleasure neither knew. Stepping forward, a hand moving down to his lightly ridged cock and stroking it to full length, Luci stepped up to bring his face to Merkimer's. A long, sharp tongue darted out, flicking up the pig's cheek and to his left ear, slowly circling the lobe. His friend gulped, a throaty sound, eyes closed and forehead creased against the slowly increasing warmth at his ear. Luci's tongue darted forward again, rimming against the inner part, whilst below his paw continued working on his own cock. With a small grin he pulled away, regarding Merkimer's vulnerable form with appreciation. He was drawn to this mammal... he needed him, and now.

And by Lucifer, he'd have him.

Grabbing Merkimer by the short hair on his neck, the demon started things straight, pulling the pig's head down to his own pulsing cock. Merkimer's snout bumped against Luci's dark, ridged length, the end tapered to a point and deeply etched with bumps and thick, strong veins, widening greatly at the base. The pig flinched slightly, one eye closed against the warm - no, hot flesh, but relented when Luci laid a paw firmly on the back of his head and began pushing him forward. The demon's cock being as strong as it was, his friend-cum-sex-slave had no choice but to open his mouth. It didn't go in - not yet - but the pig's long, broad tongue slurping up the side of Luci's dick was enough to make him moan deeply. Merkimer continued, slowly drawing his thick porcine tongue the demon's length, eliciting more moans of pleasure as small oozes of fluid began leaking from its tip. Yet it wasn't enough... not for Luci. He wanted more.

Reaching around to grab Merkimer's jaw, Luci pulled it open and aimed, even as the pig's eyes widened and he shook his head in terror. Luci pushed forward, the thin tip sliding easily into the swine's maw and almost immediately reaching the back of his throat. Barely over half way in, Merkimer's eyes bulged even wider as he tried to pull away, and it seemed Luci was relenting, drawing his lips back out to the head... until he pushed it back it. The pig grunted as his throat was assaulted again and again by the cock, sliding in and out of his wet, loose mouth.

Eventually Luci began to see stars, and he slowed his fucking, determined not to finish now. He glanced down and was surprised to see Merkimer's ears hanging freely, not quite the stiff tension they'd held before. He twisted around to look at the pig he was orally abusing, and saw that both eyes were closed. Horror? Or... something else?

"Good job Piggy. You sure you haven't done this before?"

Merkimer glanced up in surprise as the demon eased his length slowly out of his friend's dripping mouth, saliva and precum splashing onto the ground as it swayed free. Merkimer gasped in air, rubbing his neck with a trotter.

"I'm not gay." He rasped.

"We've been over this." Luci sighed. "You're just... gay for a day."

"That's not--"

"Now shut up and turn around." Before Merkimer could protest, Luci drew back his hand and let loose a great smack to the pig's hindquarters. Out of instinct the swine bucked, missing the demon, and span around in time for Luci to grab his hips and pull him closer. Merkimer, realizing his predicament, scrabbled uselessly at the ground as the demon hissed, a forked tongue bursting forth. That same tongue darted forward, right to Merkimer's tail-hole, flicking around the edge, salivating it nice and wet. Perfect. Pushing his tongue deep in, Luci closed his eyes as he took in Merkimer's tightness, his taste and warmth... he was a virgin, or at least this body was. Even more perfect.

He drew back, grabbing the base of his cock and squeezing it, hard, massaging the small bulge just in front of his swinging balls. His other hand remained at Merkimer's hip, keeping the distressed animal still. From Merkimer's tip came the precum, but now it was thicker, smoother, lighter... and hotter. Sliding his fist down his length to the end, he cupped his claws to get a nice handful of the substance. With that, he brought it up to the pig's back end and tipped it, sloppily aiming for his puckered hole. He pushed a thumb in, deep, wetting Merkimer's tightness with the heated lubricant. The pig squealed, shuddering, though Luci noted it was clearly not in pain or terror. It was something else, some part that could feel the warmth and enjoy it and take deep, deep pleasure.

"Ready, meat?"

He had expected a 'no,' or maybe just a whine. What he hadn't expected has another shudder and a clear shaking of Merkimer's hips. His tail curled even more somehow, and in a deep, husky voice, the pig whispered, "Do it," before squeezing his eyes shut.

Never one to turn down an offer, Luci lined up his cock and placed the tapered head at Merkimer's sensitive hole. The thin front was easy at first, sliding in without pain, only pleasure for them both. But at the cock-head widened, Merkimer began to feel the fullness. Thank god for Luci's precum; the hot, slippery stuff was like a heat pack emanating from his deepest regions. The pig could feel every ridge, every bump of the top of Luci's cock as it rasped against his tight, sensitive walls. There was a base of pain, a slightly hollow sensation, and above that a building pleasure as Luci hit him in all the right spots.

"H-harder." Moaned Merkimer, and Luci's eyes widened in surprise. He was getting into this. Really, properly getting into it. He knew the prince was secretly an all-round slut. The pig's mouth was slack as his porcine frame began to move in time with each of Luci's gentle strokes. Of course, the demon was only too happy to oblige in this request, holding the pig's hips tighter, almost drawing blood with his claws as he began thrusting his own hips even deeper, almost getting his dick half-in. He opened his eyes for a moment when Luci's strokes faltered briefly, and above he could see the demon looking at him, something strange in his eye. The eye of a demon was supposed to be full of screaming spirits and vial torture - it certainly had been before - yet when Merkimer's eyes met Luci's, there was only... care. And worry - as if the demon was nervous.

The moment broke when Luci realised they were staring at each other, and he shook his head quickly. No time for thoughts. When Merkimer squeezed the demon's length, he was fully brought back to the moment, letting out a moan of ecstasy. He leaned forward, letting the pig's back support his weight, and from this position he could push even deeper. Merkimer responded, raising his hips to allow him access into his tight tunnel. Luci was nearly fully sheathed in him now, an impressive feat considering the circumstances, powerful thrusts bringing his cock in and out, in and out. He could feel the resistance of Merkimer's back loosening, as if accepting the pleasure.

"I-I'm close." Luci panted, raising his head and speaking directly into his friend's twitching ear. Merkimer could barely nod as his body was rocked with each powerful thrust. He too was so very, very close... Now fully sheathed in the swine's ass, Luci paused a moment before drawing out and pushing in, hard, shoving his cock in as far as possible and letting out a demonic roar. Again he pulled out and shot back in, harder, and again, waves of pleasure rippling through his cock and right through Merkimer, whose own cock was hard and bobbing against his stomach. Merkimer's ass clenched down hard as the pig reached the pinnacle of pleasure, almost unable to bear any more, and Luci's demonic balls began to churn, working hard... and then he roared again, loader, a throaty outburst as he orgasmed. Cum shot out, burning with heat, filling Merkimer's tight passage to the brim and exploding back out, crashing against Luci's own balls and coating them both in dark white cum. It filled the swine so full that he swore his stomach expanded slightly, though under the porcine flesh one could hardly tell. It continued to force its way through Merkimer's deep tunnel, reaching into his body, heating it with a burning extasy so intense he felt like fainting.

They were both quiet for a long time, merely panting as they listened to the far off day-to-day sounds of a medieval village. Luci didn't remove his dick, letting it pulse gently inside Merkimer as the occasion small slip of cum slid its way out. They were both busy reflecting on what they'd done, on how they'd felt... how they still felt. It was comfortable, decided Luci, to rest inside Merkimer. The pig felt much the same way, though this feeling of being so full was glorious. He could certainly get used to it; he'd never felt this kind of explosion with women. But perhaps it was just demons - after all, he could still feel the gently simmering warmth of Luci's cum.

"How was... I mean, did you..." Luci trailed off. Merkimer looked at him with some surprise. Luci had never just trailed off before; the demon was so bloody cocky all the time, and now that'd he'd actually been cocky... well, he was pretty much speechless.

But maybe they didn't need to talk. Because for now, they were both content just standing there, leaning against each other, something past friends. Something... special.

Something demonically delicious.