Twisted Wishes
Disclaimer: Hey all, standard disclaimer. If you're under the age of consent, if this is illegal, or if your mother will beat you upon finding this, don't read it. Don't blame me if you deny this warning. This story contains the following: master/slave mentality, male-to-hermaphrodite transformation, trickery, demons, anal and vaginal penetration. This is between two anthropomorphic creatures, and so if that offends you, how the Hell did you get here? Otherwise, enjoy.
Twisted Wishes
By Declan Xavier
Sam sighed as he shut the door to his house. He slumped heavily against the wood. It had been a long night, but not in the way he would have liked. One more attempt at finding love over the internet, one more wasted night. A husky like Sam just couldn't win. He was young, attractive, and not looking to settle down. Those females that were hot enough to yiff were tired of the casual stuff, and wanted a real relationship. Those females who wanted a one night, one weekend, or at most a month long thing were so physically repulsive he wouldn't fuck them with a borrowed dick.
Tonight was one of the latter. She knew how to work the system. She was a female who knew exactly what she wanted, and more importantly, she knew what the males she wanted desired. A few stretched truths here, an old photo there, and she was able to get a hit on a male like Sam. He should have been suspicious, especially after going on so many of these dates, but she wasn't too perfect. She was crafty, intelligent. He wasn't looking for intelligent, he was looking for sexy. She had too much stomach, a face that had seen better days, and if she was twenty-years old as she claimed, he would hate to see what she looked like when she was forty, which he guessed she was.
When he knew that sex was no longer an option, he tried to be the best date possible. The website they met on allowed feedback, and he couldn't afford to be viewed by others as a shallow jerk. So he arrived on time, paid for everything, and tried to be a wonderful listener. He didn't open his mouth much, mostly not wanting to be insulting, and so he just let her talk...and talk...and talk. He was sure that she appreciated the conversation, one-sided as it may have been, and when it came time for the awkward after dinner proposal, he blissful played the oblivious idiot and 'didn't get' her advances. They parted ways amicably, with her asking when she would see Sam again, and Sam saying he had a great time and he would e-mail her again soon.
Mentally strained, Sam undid the top button of his dress shirt as he kicked off his shoes. He made his way through the living room and down the hall towards his bedroom. He would get into his favorite jersey and baggy flannel pajamas combo, kick on the computer, watch some beautiful morphs going at it, paw off, and then go to bed to try it all again tomorrow. He decided he wouldn't answer any of her e-mails. He was sure that his date had sent him something, and saying something to her now would seem awkward and forced. Tomorrow, he would send her some reason as to why he couldn't see her again.
Sam stripped off his shirt as he closed his bedroom door, catching a glimpse of himself in the full-length mirror across the room. He was hot, much hotter than his date. He flexed and posed a few times. Maybe he would take up modeling, appearing in some artsy shots for magazines aimed at lonely females. Yeah, and maybe I'll finally bag that Russian supermodel I've been dreaming of, he thought bitterly, putting his arms down and crossing the room to his bed. He changed into his nightly uniform, and then headed across the room to his computer desk.
He flipped it on, waiting for the loading screen to go away. There was a folder directly on his desktop of some of his favorite porn. He didn't care; he didn't have anyone to hide it from. There was a little blinking icon in the bottom right of his screen indicating that he had a new e-mail message waiting for him. He sighed. He knew it would be from his date. Perhaps he would take a look at it, get something from it that he could use as an excuse. At the very least, he would have the whole night to think about the message
Double-clicking the icon brought up his inbox. Instead of the message he expected to see, he saw a message with the subject line: "DrEaMs On demaNd." He was no grammar Nazi, but the inappropriate capitalization made even Sam's eyes roll. He clicked the box next to the message. His filter was supposed to catch crappy spam like this. As he moved the cursor up to click the delete button, he was surprised to see a new window open up. He frowned when he saw that the e-mail message had opened itself. He expected his virus scanner to go nuts and shut the whole thing down, but when it didn't, his mind shifted away from virus to scam. He read the message, thinking it would be good for a laugh before getting his kink on.
"Unlucky in love?" the message started. Sam made a mental note to report that his information from the dating website had been sold to a spam-producing company. "Looking for that special someone but just can't connect? Click 'reply' to the message to summon your very own specialist."
That was the entire message. No requests for money, none of the usual scam markers. Sam's frown deepened as he reread the message. Why waste his time with this crap? He clicked the 'reply' button, determined to give 'specialist' a scathing piece of his mind.
As soon as he clicked the button, though, there was a knock on his door. It was loud enough that he heard it clearly from the bedroom, and there was no mistaking it. He sighed. The reply would have to wait. He just hoped that it wasn't the crazy date, having stalked him back to his home and determined to jump his bones. It was times like this that Sam wished he carried a gun. Not that he would ever kill anyone, but the mere sight of it might deter the crazies.
Crossing the living room to the front door, Sam took a peek outside the window. The porch light must have gone out, because all he could see was darkness. He sighed, walking to the door. "Who is it?"
"I am here in response to your e-mail," said a husky, gravelly voice from the other side.
"E-mail? What e-mail?"
"The e-mail you just replied to. I am here to help you with your situation."
"What...what situation?"
"Did you click 'reply' to my e-mail?"
"I clicked reply to an e-mail."
"That was mine. You admit you summoned me?"
"All I did was click 'reply'."
"That is all you needed to do."
The front door blew open with enough force that Sam thought a bomb had gone off. He hit the ground, sliding backwards on his butt a couple of feet. He looked up, expecting the door to be in splinters. It, though, was fine. What stood beyond the door could not have had the same description attached. It slithered out of the darkness and into the light of the house.
It looked like a canine, but more like a fossil or a cave drawing come to life. It was brown, and its skin looked like it was caked in gritty sand. It walked with a hunch, and was emaciated all the way down its tapered form. It was androgynous, standing completely naked but having nothing to signify one way or another as male or female. It didn't seem to have hands proper, but rather four long talons with the smallest possible connecting hub. Its eyes were hollow, like a skull's. Sam stood up, thinking that some costumed burglar had entered his home.
"What the fuck are you?!" Sam asked, rising to his feet.
"Does this form displease you? I can change it, if you like."
"You...can change? Yeah, whatever, just, Jesus..."
The creature shook like a wet dog, the sand falling from it and disappearing in golden glitter. It disappeared though, leaving no trace on Sam's floor. It stood up fully, now looking somewhat tolerable. It had a flat face and a short nose. Two horns curved upwards toward the ceiling, while two ears were pointed and swept back along the side of its head. It was covered with soft black fur, and its eyes had become proper eyes, cat gold and shimmering in the light.
"What are you?"
"I am a demon. You summoned me up, and now we may work out a bargain, or you may dismiss me."
"So if I said 'get the Hell out of my house?'" Sam asked, backing up a step.
"I would do so, though I would remind you that your problem had remained unsolved."
"W-what problem?"
"No female," the demon said, stepping forward. "No female for a long time. You desire it. I can sense the lust within you. A vagina, breasts, I can tell you want these things."
"Y-yeah, you can make a female want me?"
The demon hissed. "Not truly. It is...complicated. I would have to possess them, or hypnotize them, either way, they would not truly be yours to enjoy. The alternative is that I could make you a female."
"Make...a female?"
The demon nodded. "It wouldn't be a new life. I cannot create that. It would instead be a grand illusion. Touch, smell, taste, sight, hearing, real to all these things, but she would not age, would not die until I dismissed her."
"And what would I have to give you for this?"
"Your soul."
"No," Sam said flat-out.
The demon sniffed. It could tell Sam was resolute. "Fine then, an agreement of service. For the rest of your natural life, you would do my bidding."
Sam narrowed his eyes. "And I would keep my soul."
"You've refused it of me, I cannot ask you again."
"Fine then, make a female for me."
"I would need...specifics," the demon said with a slight hiss. "Personality, physical appearance. Describe for me your perfect female."
Sam laughed. "Some demon you are. Can't you just read my mind?"
The demon hissed its laughter. "Would you let me inside?"
Sam swallowed his laughter. "Uh...guess not. All right, I want her to be hot. I mean, like a ten."
The demon raised a hand to cut him off. "I want specifics. What's hot to you isn't hot to me."
Sam sighed, closing his eyes. "All right, I want...I want her to be a husky, like me. A vagina, of course. Breasts, big ones, but not huge...uh...C-cups, I guess. She has to be thin, one-twenty at the most, and my height. Old enough," Sam said quickly. "Twenty. I want...I want her face to be attractive enough I can stand to look at her, but not so much I have to fend off other guys every day. I want her to be of average intelligence. I want her to know right from wrong, all that junk. I want her to be a total cock-fiend. I want her to want my cock more than anything."
The demon hissed. "How about...you want her to do whatever you say? That way, you won't close off the possibility of a threesome."
Sam nodded. "Yeah, yeah, that's it. I want her to be totally obedient, cool with whatever I want, and knowledgeable enough to know exactly what I mean. Totally bisexual."
"I think I have it," the demon stated. "You want C-cup sized breasts, all the usual female parts, a completely submissive attitude, and an attractive enough body and face to be pleasing to your eye, but not so much you have to fight off males."
"Exactly, and I want my penis to be all she can think about."
The demon scowled, but nodded. "Speak the words: 'make me a female,' and it shall be done."
Sam laughed, throwing his arms open wide. "Make me a female."
As soon as he spoke those words, something bright and white hit his face, and he was on his back. Sam rubbed the back of his head. He felt like something was sitting on his chest, and it was hard to breathe. Looking down, he half expected to see the demon squatting on him. Instead, he couldn't see over the pair of fur-covered mounds that had grown out of his chest. He reached up and grabbed them, immediately feeling a spark of pleasure hit his brain stem. They were connected to him, they were his. He had breasts, nice-sized ones, too. He didn't like the ridiculous proportions that the media sometimes favored. They were modest, C cups at best, but they were natural, and they were his.
A sudden panic washed over him, and he reached down between his legs. Something felt weird, but as his paw encountered his sheath and balls, he breathed a sigh of relief. They were still there, still the same size. Still, there was something weird down there. He reached behind his balls, and immediately yelped in sudden pleasure. He had a hole down there, surrounded by a mound of puffy, sensitive flesh. He had a vagina. He had a vagina and breasts, but still retained his malehood. He was a herm. He had become a shi!
"You like your new body?" the demon asked, causing Sam to look up.
"You! I told you to create a female for me, not turn me into this."
"Really? I don't recall hearing that. What were your exact words again?"
"Make me a female!" Sam clapped hir paws over hir muzzle as shi realized how she had been tricked.
"You told me you wanted a female who was always ready and willing to please you, was smart enough to do things by herself, and would do anything you asked of her with anyone you wanted her to do it with. If you hadn't insisted on her being obsessed with your penis, you'd be completely female by now."
The demon advanced suddenly, causing Sam to trip hirself on hir own feet. Shi sprawled onto the ground while the demon laughed.
"Please, don't kill me," shi whimpered.
"Kill you?!" the demon asked incredulously. "Absolutely not. You're my servant for your natural life. Now, while you are in position..."
The demon closed its eyes. Where before there had been no defining gentalia, a hefty pair of balls and a black sheath came into being. With a sigh of relief, the demon had turned itself male.
"Get me hard," the demon commanded, pointing between its...his thighs.
Sam was about to protest, but then something in his...hir head shifted. Suddenly, shi wanted nothing more than to please hir master. Reaching up with paws that were shaking as much from anticipation as from fear, Sam wrapped hir right paw around the sheath of the beast while hir left cupped the coarse-haired scrotum. Shi began to rub and knead at the demon's genitals. Even though this was the first male shi had ever fondled (other than hirself), the demon's expression seemed to suggest shi wasn't doing that bad a job. The demon's body gave confirmation as the sheath heated up under Sam's rubbing paw. A red-hot rod with a tapered tip began to emerge. Sam thought that the intensifying heat was going to burn hir, though shi did not, could not, stop.
Sam's new body was reacting as well. With the emergence of the tip came a heavy, somewhat spicy scent that tickled Sam's nostrils. That scent sent Sam's nether regions aquiver. Both hir new female parts and hir old male pieces were reacting to the scent. It started as a small pulsing ache inside hir, just far enough for hir to reach if shi wanted to massage it away. At the same time, shi felt hir own sheath swell up without needing to be touched. As more and more of the demon's cock emerged, Sam's aching need grew stronger. shi wanted nothing more than to rub it away, but both of hir paws were needed to please hir master. Everything about the demon was getting sexier by the minute, even though Sam had never been interested in males before. The look, the feel, the smell of his shaft was driving Sam mad, and shi began to shift hir weight between hir knees and whimper, hoping the rubbing of hir thighs would ease the ache.
The demon looked down, smiling both at his whimpering pet and the good work that shi did. "Whatever is the matter, my pet?" the demon asked in that tone that implied he knew full well what the matter was.
Sam didn't have the mind to take offence. hir mind, what was left of it, was clouded with need, and hir master had asked hir a question. "It hurts..." shi mumbled.
"Well then, we should correct that, should we not?" the demon asked, tilting his head to the side. "Lie down, spread your thighs."
Sam happily obeyed those two commands, even as the weight of hir new breasts made it more difficult to breathe. The air-conditioned atmosphere of the room on hir new female sex eased some of the ache. The demon eased himself down, position the tapered tip of his member just underneath Sam's balls, where hir new vagina lay. Just the touch of the heated prick against the sensitive, wanting flesh of hir cunt made Sam whimper in pained need. The demon squatted there for a minute that seemed to stretch on through eternity, letting Sam's natural body rhythms move the tip against the flesh and then pull away again by a fraction of an inch. Sam's eager tunnel began to leak wetness onto the carpet below him, and shi looked up at hir master with pleading eyes.
Convinced that hir torturous rapture had lasted long enough, and filled with his own need, the demon grunted as he thrust his hips forward, granting his pet an inch of his cock. The taper wedged the tight, virgin hole open with little pain. The ache in Sam's loins only intensified. Once it had a taste of cock, it wanted more. Sam let out a breath shi didn't realize he had been holding, laying hir head back onto the floor. shi felt a hot fulfillment as hir master graced hir with more gifts.
The demon pushed, unaware and uncaring of any discomfort that he may have been causing in his new pet. The wet, warm tunnel gratefully accepted another inch, and then another, of his shaft. He hadn't felt pleasure like this in a long time. The sex walls gripped the intruding member tightly, unused to such an invasion. It would get plenty of time to get to know it though, and love it. The demon encountered an obstruction blocking his path, but plowed through it without a second's hesitation. It gave readily, and his pet screamed in a mixture of pleasure and pain beneath him. He kept pushing, though, undaunted, feeding more and more of his member into Sam's hot sex.
Sam's mind was reeling. The smell of hir own masculine arousal, something he had grown used to on long nights alone, mingled with the demon's musk and the new odor of hir female heat. The fog hung thick in the air, threatening to choke hir, even as shi breathed deeply of it. There was pain, but it was distant, as though shi were experiencing in a wonderful haze.
The demon finally pushed the rest of his meat into the mortal, breathing a sigh of relief. The newly hermaphroditic Sam's balls straddled his thick member, soaked with the gushing juices of the needful pussy beneath them. The demon started to pull out, but then he got a better, much more evil idea.
With a strength that belied his relative small size, the demon rolled, pulling Sam on top of him. His pet looked confused for a minute, wondering why the pleasure had stopped.
"Ride me," the demon commanded, smiling wickedly.
Sam had never been like this before, but shi quickly found himself rising into a half-sitting, half-squatting position, impaled on the demon's pole. Gravity kept hir against the demon's hips, but shi planted hir feet firmly on either side of the beast's body and started to push up, straining hir thighs tight. The rubbing of the demon's penis against hir inner muscles felt as good coming out as it did going in, though as shi removed hirself from the pecker, the ache slowly returned. shi only got it halfway out when the ache became unbearable, and shi lowered himself, moaning, onto the stiff shaft.
The demon clenched his teeth in pleasure as his pet began the slow process of riding him. He could feel every drop of honey that landed onto his crotch, feel every beat of the mortal's heart in hir tender, wanting flesh. He resisted the urge of bucking his hips up into the dripping sex, the chill of the room on even an inch of his member sending shivers up his skin. Looking down, he saw the jiggling front of his pet, head thrown back in pleasure as shi quickened the pace and allowed more the cock out of hir. The demon reached out, snatching Sam's bouncing, throbbing erection. He gained no attention from the new herm, so he started to stroke vigorously.
His other hand snaked around Sam's hips, gently brushing up against that pert and perky backside until he found the valley between the globes. Without pretense, without subtlety, the demon drove a finger first knuckle deep into Sam's tailhole. This gained the pet's attention, and shi looked down at hir master, breathlessly asking with hir eyes. The demon gave no response, instead staring straight into the hole in the top of the mortal's dick. Just as quickly as he drove in the first, the demon added his middle finger. Sam howled in a pained whimper, still half lost in hir lust-induced delirium. The pain in hir backside muted the pleasure from hir front, even though shi was getting it from two sides. Shi could feel the master driving his fingers in deeper, stretching out hir tailhole. Shi drilled downwards harder, hoping to throw the scales back onto the side of pleasure.
The demon put his hands on either side of Sam's hips, halting hir movements and lifting her up and off the standing erection. There was a lewd, wet popping sound as it came free, wiggling back and forth a bit before coming to rest in a standing position again.
"Let us try something different. You do not want to end up pregnant, do you?"
Sam shook hir head. "You can...you mean, I can?"
The demon nodded. "Absolutely. You are female in every regard...well, almost every regard." He was still a little annoyed the mortal had insisted on the phrase 'his cock.' It virtually prevented the demon from turning his pet completely female.
"What would you like to do, then?" Sam asked, fearful that shi already guessed the answer inside. The demon pulled her slightly forward, his cock no longer waiting to spear hir pussy, but now hir ass. Shi bit hir lip, but inside hir mind, something told hir that it was to please hir master, and thus, it was to be done. Suddenly, shi realized just how shi had been tricked. Shi promised to serve the demon in any way asked, and when shi designed 'hirself', shi wanted to make a completely submissive female, one who wouldn't balk at doing anything that was asked, no matter what.
Shi knew it was going to hurt, but shi wanted nothing more than that hurt if it would bring hir master pleasure. Shi lowered hirself down, the wet tip of his member encountering the stretched tailhole and entering it with little resistance. There was little pleasure at first to be had for the herm, but suddenly the demon's thick cock struck something. Shi still had male parts, which meant that shi still had a prostate. As that bundle of nerves was struck, Sam's cock gave out a spurt of precum that flew past the demon's clenched digits and landed on his chest.
Shi blushed, grinding downwards to cause more of the cock to slide against hir prostate. She moaned as pleasure started to sweep back into her mind again. The demon began to stroke the now struggling cock, and Sam's pussy continued to pour its sensual rain down on his stomach. The demon's cock gave a bit of a wiggle as it fired its own precum to mingle with the pussy juices already lubricated the passage. The ride got easier for Sam, who took advantage and brought hirself down to the demon's hilt, feeling the hairy balls on the base of hir tail.
The demon's stroking was now combined with two fingers finding their way towards her still eager, waiting tunnel. The introduction of the digits was too much for Sam, who gasped and clenched every muscle shi had in hir body. Hir ass locked onto the demon's shaft like a vice, and hir cock sputtered in his claws, sending rope after rope of sticky, thick cum onto his stomach, the force managing a few hits on his chest and face as well. He licked his face clean, pulling and holding his pet down firmly onto his shaft as his own climax began.
A torrent of hot cum flooded Sam's bowels, leaking out a bit around the shaft embedded firmly in hir tailhole. Shi felt him last longer than shi thought a normal climax should, but this was the first time shi had ever been on the receiving end of such attention. The demon finally stopped cumming, though he looked ready for another ride.
Shi stood, climbing slowly, sorely off hir master's prick. Hir ass leaked semen everywhere as the plug came loose. Shi blushed as she looked at hir master's cum-covered crotch.
"Clean me up, pet," the demon commanded. "Every last drop."
Sam nodded, leaning down. Hir long, canine tongue bathed hir master's erection in saliva. Shi tasted his seed, hir ass, and hir pussy juices. It was weird, but divine nonetheless. Shi licked for hir life, getting every last bit of fluid off his crotch before moving up to clean his chest and face. Shi greedily swallowed everything, it falling and settling into hir stomach. Shi rubbed hir tummy idly as shi finished hir task.
"You liked that, didn't you?"
Shi nodded. "I did, very much."
"Good. There will be plenty more where that came from. Are you ready to meet some of your master's friends?"
Sam nodded, hir tail wagging behind hir, fanning cool air onto her abused tailhole. Shi couldn't wait to see what was in store for hir, and hir cunt and cock ached at the mere thought.