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Theo Winters moaned as he went through his usual nightly routine: Jerking off to porn. The lion grasped his dick in two fingers as he perused a collection of cock transformation comics recently posted on FurAffinity. His imagination went wild with the imagery of a fox being mounted by a dragon and slowly melding into that mythical beast's shaft. The mammal's arms and legs gradually melted away into nothing, followed soon by the tail. That fox's torso lost definition as well, curving and bulging into another layer of meaty cockflesh. His head lasted a few moments longer but that too soon faded away, becoming part of the dragon's glans. There was a lingering pattern of fur, a subtle hint alluding to the fox's old life, but there was no other sign that the virile dragon's cock had ever been more than just a giant rod of flesh spurting with copious amounts of precum.

It must feel like pure pleasure, the lion thought. That fox's entire body was nothing more than a collection of sensitive flesh that trembled with the dragon's lust. The dragon jerked himself off quickly, working his newly-enhanced genitals, until he finally came and splattered cum across the floor. Satisfied, the dragon casually let his shaft sink back into its sheath, treating it no differently; to him it was really as if the fox never was there at all. That casual attitude was enough to push Theo over the edge as well; the lion's cock shot a few small spurts of cum against his belly and left him purring with contentment.

"It would be nice to do that," he said to himself. He took one last look at the images depicting the fox alongside the larger dragon and tried to picture himself in that mammal's place. He nearly got himself hard again just thinking about it. Instead of pawing off again, he reluctantly turned off his computer and made his way into his empty queen-size bed, tucking himself under the covers. Before long he drifted to sleep, his mind still occupied with the thoughts of those images.

Reality

When Theo awoke things were still dark. "That's odd," he thought, as he rarely had problems sleeping through the night. As his vision adjusted to the darkness, he discovered it wasn't just dimly lit; there was a black fog wafting through his bedroom. He looked on, curious, as it soon coalesced into the form of a two-legged narwhal. That creature had to crouch slightly just to fit into the room and his horn still scraped at the ceiling. His skin was black as coal and his eyes were red as rubies that glowed slightly in the otherwise black space.

"I am Osimaret," the creature said, anticipating the lion's questions before he could even ask them. "I am a demon-" he paused to let those words sink in, "And I am here to make you an offer. I know what you were dreaming about, mortal. I could fulfill that desire." Even as he spoke, the cetacean's malehood was beginning to show itself. The warm, pink flesh slithered out of his slit. It was thick and long, two things Theo's shaft most definitely was not. "I could allow you to become my shaft," Osimaret said, stroking his member to full erection, "And you would satisfy that burning desire - that curiosity - that, even now, arouses you. Will you allow this to happen?" By now the tapered, glistening shaft was fully hard and pointed right at the lion's head, as if extending itself to him as part of the offer.

Those words made the lion blush. They were entirely true. He liked the idea more than he ever wanted to admit to another person. He just never expected to actually get a chance to actually experience such a thing. Part of his mind tried to convince him that making a deal with a demon was an absolutely horrible idea but that voice of reason was drowned out by his desire. He wanted to take this chance to actually experience his fantasy. This wasn't an offer he'd ever get again. "Yes!" Theo said enthusiastically as his gaze fixated on the narwhal's cock. He looked over every curve and every vein. He saw it bounce and flex with the demon's heartbeat. And he knew, soon, that he would become that rod of flesh.

"Then rise and raise your tail, mortal. Surrender yourself to me. Allow your body to beg for my flesh and accept your fate." Osimaret's command was polite but firm and focused the lion's desires even further. Yes, he did want to surrender to that heavy, swaying shaft. He wanted to become it. Theo followed those instructions to the letter by climbing onto all fours atop his bed and hiking his tail as far upward as it would go.

With his prey in position, Osimaret too rose. The entire room seemed to shimmer, then faded away into the dark fog; all that remained was the bed, the lion, and the narwhal in this pocket of limbo. Without further delay, the demon stepped forward and began to rub his shaft beneath the lion's tail, using his natural lubricant to prepare the furry one for his use. The feeling was uncomfortably hot at first but soon yielded to a pleasant, tingling warmth that slowly radiated into and through the lion's body.

Once he was satisfied that his sacrifice was well-lubed, the demon then started to mount the smaller creature. The head of his cock was already as thick as the lion's wrists, which made penetration challenging. It insistently pressed and rubbed against Theo's ass until the sphincter finally yielded to the pressure and allowed the demon to mount his plaything. "You are impressively tight, mortal," Osimaret grunted, "Are you a virgin?" Theo blushed and didn't respond but his silence was telling. Now that the demon's cock was inside the feline's body it was easier for Osimaret to press forward. His shaft occasionally twitched or wiggled as it practically burrowed into the smaller one's ass. The tapering shaft stretched the lion further with every inch but never gave him more than he was ready to handle. A distinctive bulge rose inside the lion as his body stretched tightly around the demonic shaft, gripping it as tightly as a condom would. All the while, Theo's own cock was rock hard and dribbling pre, but the demon was ignoring the mortal's lusts in favor of satisfying his own needs.

It seemed like an eternity before that enormous shaft was finally hilted inside Theo. The bulge rose through his belly and chest to reach the bottom of the feline's throat. It was slightly hard to breathe but, strangely, Theo was suffering no other ill effects of being all-but-impaled on that throbbing dick. He just assumed it was part of the demon's powers that he could survive being treated like a living Fleshlight. Theo ran his hands over that bulge, stroking and exploring Osimaret's shaft through his own fur. He could feel every detail of it as it pulsed heavily inside him, every curve, every vein, every small spurt of pre as the demon's cock lubricated the inside of his body. Before long, he wouldn't simply be feeling those; he would be experiencing it with all of his senses.

Snapping Theo out of his thoughts, Osimaret began to thrust. It was a small, almost gentle humping motion at first, driven only by the demon lightly rolling his hips against the lion's waist. He soon started to pull back further and drive in deeper. With every increasingly violent thrust he always hilted himself completely in his partner, even as Theo struggled to stay upright. The lion was still spared the pain of having his insides warped by a hyper-hung demon as, instead, he noticed he was starting to change. His fur wasn't nearly as plush as it had been a few minutes ago. His arms and legs felt heavier and were now unable to support his weight. Osimaret soon wrapped one arm around the lion to help hold him in place, but that was the only help the cetacean offered while the mortal's body continued to change.

Given a few moments more, it no longer felt as if Theo was being thrust into at all. He felt his entire body beginning to rock back and forth along with that demon's powerful movements, rather than trying to resist them. Osimaret responded by hilting himself into his partner one last time and simply holding himself in place. By now the lion realized his peripheral limbs had started to melt significantly toward his body. He looked down and watched as his arms lost their ability to move entirely, held against his sides in their immobility, and then gradually melded with the rest of his form. Though he couldn't see his legs, as he had started to lose mobility in his neck, he could certainly feel his lower limbs and tail doing the same thing, all while an increasing warmth started to flood his body as the changes took place. Theo attempted to struggle but it was getting hard to even move. He had little choice but to surrender to the transformation working over his body, but oh how wonderful it felt.

Theo was now little more than a tight-fitting, fur-covered sleeve attached to the demon's cock. Osimaret made quick use of this and started to quickly jerk himself off. Theo was pulled back and forth with those movements, though over time he started moving less and less, as if he truly were a second skin upon that enormous phallus. Rather than moving along it, he moved against it as his body clung to that heavy, throbbing flesh. The demon's paw glided over him steadily, smoothly; the last of Theo's fur had disappeared and left his entire body covered in nothing but smooth flesh for Osimaret's pleasure. The lion's body continued to warm and, soon, he felt precum spurting from his mouth as his throat became the demon's urethra. That fluid burst forth in one thick wave after another and the big, black paw of the cetacean helped to smear that fluid across Theo's body. The former lion now felt his entire body throbbing with the demon's pulse as his body continued to warp and change into nothing more than virile male flesh. What remained of his facial features gradually became less pronounced before they faded away entirely, leaving no visible trace the demon's cock was anything but a thick, throbbing dick.

Even though Theo was now nothing but a penis, he somehow retained all of his senses. He could feel every little ridge of the demon's fingerprints as that heavy hand roughly stroked across his body. He could see the bed beneath him and hear the grunts of the seemingly giant cetacean stroking himself off. His entire body throbbed and pulsed insistently thanks to the demon's pleasure as he worked himself steadily toward a climax. Theo felt as hard as stone and overwhelmingly aroused due to pleasure shared from his host. The throbbing increased, as did the heat coursing through his body, until an exceptionally thick, hot fluid flooded through his body. It felt like he was being flooded with magma that soon burst from his mouth in heavy ropes of white. His entire body shook with the demon's climax as it burst from his form. Every spurt of cum made him tense up as it fired across the room to splatter onto the floor and soak the bedding. The force gradually subsided, until the last few spurts simply dribbled onto his body and dripped along the underside.

"Excellent," Osimaret said, complimenting his new plaything. "I'll have to find someone to put you to use on later, mortal. For now, rest. You will need it to fulfill your purpose." Even as he spoke, the demon's shaft was going flaccid. Theo felt himself gradually going limp. He was less thick, shorter, as if he was shrinking. It was a curious sensation, yet he was still warm as ever. He soon witnessed the lips of the demon's maleslit as they slowly closed around the tip of his tapered form, followed shortly by darkness as he was sealed away in safety. He felt movement as Osimaret began to walk somewhere but he could see nothing at all in that dark, safe space. The only company he had was the sound of the demon's body, reverberating around and through him. Now that he was spent, he felt like he needed to take a nap and slowly fell asleep, tucked away until the next time the demon became aroused.

Purpose

An unknown amount of time passed before Theo awakened again. He felt as though something warm throbbed deep within him. At first he panicked when he discovered he couldn't move, but soon memories flooded back to his mind. This wasn't just a dream after all; he truly had gotten the chance to enjoy the cock transformation he'd fantasized about. The pulsating warmth increased as the demon became aroused; Theo felt lust flowing through his entire body as he stirred with those first hints of hormones. He felt a paw stroking over his home - the demon's maleslit - from the outside, which helped coax that desire.

Rather than merely jerking off, as he had earlier, Osimaret had actually found a partner for his fun. "Shall we head to the back, Sovrim?" was the first thing Theo heard as the demon rumbled suggestively. When the demon's cockhead finally emerged from its slit, the first thing Theo saw was a wall of damp, smooth, aqua-colored skin. It soon pulled back and revealed the rest of the creature. Sovrim was an unusual creature: A hybrid of a salamander and a chameleon. He was a slender beast, built for swimming and endurance rather than raw strength. He was more than half-again larger than Theo once stood as a lion but still barely reached Osimaret's chest. The size difference didn't intimidate the hybrid at all; if anything the challenge just seemed to encourage the lithe creature. Sovrim just smiled as he looked down at the cetacean's stiffening member. There was no trace of the lion upon the demon's malehood; it was just a thick, smooth, pink spear of flesh that seemed particularly eager for attention.

As the two fuck-buddies made their way to somewhere more private, Sovrim walked in front to allow both the Osimaret and Theo to appreciate the view of his ass. The hybrid's rear was well toned from all that effort, with just the right muscular curves in the right places. The amphibian's tailhole was a few shades darker than the rest of his skin, Theo noted, the only landmark on that otherwise smooth flesh. It was enough for him to stare at for now, helping fuel both his and Osimaret's lust. The demon's building arousal made Theo feel as if he were getting bigger; his body continued to firm as the demon became erect. He felt the blood coursing through his body, warming him as he became engorged. He swayed heavily with every step his host took, bouncing in the open air now that the demon was completely hard.

Given another minute, the two males were in a dimly-lit room. The room didn't even have a proper bed. There was just a bench in the middle of the otherwise empty space. It was spartan, perhaps, but was more than enough for the two horny guys. Sovrim made his way to that bench, straddled it, stretched himself out, and raised his tail. He hummed harmoniously as he presented himself to the horny demon across the room. That was enough to get Osimaret interested; the demon steadily walked forward, allowing his shaft to sway as he brought Theo ever-closer to that tight tailhole. The demon soon grabbed hold of the end of Sovrim's tail and growled deeply; his entire body rumbled with the sound.

Slowly, Osimaret lowered his groin toward the hips of his partner. Theo's vision was filled with nothing but the cleft of Sovrim's ass. Perfectly smooth mounds of muscular flesh glistened with natural dampness, and it all lead toward that anal entrance right in front of him. He could could soon see nothing but that tailhole pressing against his head as the demon lubed Sovrim's ass with precum. Spurt after spurt of that hot, slimy goo poured from Theo's mouth - Osimaret's cocktip - while the cetacean prepared his friend for penetration. After half a minute, there was enough slickness for Osimaret to press forward. As the cetacean sunk the first inch of his shaft into the amphibian both of the males groaned in pleasure

Things quickly went dark for Theo as Osimaret started to work his cock into the other male. The hybrid's body was deliciously snug; Theo felt like he was getting a full body massage thanks to the tight muscles working across the demon's cock. While Osimaret slid in deeper that just helped to increase the tightness and pressure upon Theo's body. Given a few more seconds, the entire length was within Sovrim's body, marked by a brief pause in movement.

The hybrid seemed far more capable of taking his well-hung partner than Theo was. Even so, Sovrim still had a noticeable bulge in his belly thanks to all that heavy maleflesh, a bulge that Osimaret stroked tenderly with a paw. Theo felt the hand caressing his throbbing form even though the amphibian's body, though the demon wasn't about to just jerk himself off this time. Osimaret paused for just a moment to ensure his partners had adjusted to things before he began to thrust. Sovrim gripped the bench tightly and made use of his slightly-sticky hands to keep himself in place as the cetacean thrust powerfully into his rear. Osimaret flexed his cock within the hybrid's ass as he moved forward, which made Sovrim feel even more full and Theo feel as if he were being squeezed from both inside and out. Every time the demon moved back or forth, both he and the ex-lion felt the hot, tight walls of anal flesh gripping Osimaret's arousal, as if trying to milk it for every drop of precum that it possibly could.

Osimaret kept that slow, steady pace for now, allowing Theo several more moments to appreciate the sensations all around him. He couldn't see through the darkness but he could certainly feel every last muscular ridge within the hybrid's rear as it worked over his length. He could hear little more than the sounds of the two males making love; their soft groans of pleasure seemed like they were from far in the distance as they were muffled by Sovrim's body. He could still taste the precum that flowed freely from his mouth as the demon's cumslit still leaked that slippery, warm fluid to keep everything gliding smoothly. Even Sovrim could even the demon's shaft pulsing deep within him as the demon's heartbeat made his maleness throb powerfully, insistently, as if demanding even more from his partners in this lewd exercise.

With each passing minute the males increased their pace. Theo felt himself being nearly pulled free and pushed to the hilt within Sovrim's body with each of Osimaret's thrusts. The cooler air against his length was a slight shock when compared the heat within the hybrid's body, but that temperature contrast just added to the sensations around him. He could feel the amphibian's ass squeeze and ripple as it clenched around the cetacean's cock, drawing out more of that rich, heavy precum. The sounds of wet squelching soon accompanied those thrusts, echoing through the small, barren room as they mingled with grunts and groans of pleasure. Though it seemed like this could go on forever, Theo felt the fluids pouring from his mouth get thicker and taste stronger; he knew that the end was near.

Upon reaching his climax, Osimaret grabbed Sovrim tightly and hilted himself in the amphibian one last time. His cock twitched and flexed as his cum flooded into the other male's body. Theo was shooting cum as if he were a fire hose, pumping one massive spurt after another into the warm depths of the hybrid's ass. That orgasmic moment seemed to stretch on forever, as seemingly endless ropes of cum burst from Theo's mouth. The cum started to drip back over Theo's body, soaking Osimaret's cock in that thick, slippery goo. It added yet another layer of warmth on that ex-lion, the mortal, the one who had fantasized about this very experience. Even now, as the demon's climax began to taper off, the sensations of pleasure were overwhelming. All three creatures involved simply stayed in that position for a long moment to enjoy and savor the lingering moment of pleasure.

Assimilation

Even before the demon started to go limp, though, Theo felt something changing within him. He was still enjoying the pleasure but noticed something was... absent, somehow. He tried to think about it but found it almost impossible to do so. He was briefly concerned but pure, orgasmic bliss soon wiped that sensation out of his conscious mind. Indeed, his mind itself was starting to become a bit of a haze.

As the moment dragged on, Theo gradually forgot that he was ever a lion at all. Had he always been like this? ...No, he realized after a moment of contemplation, but he struggled to remember what it was like before he was just a part of this demon, a thick rod of powerful, throbbing flesh that had just served to breed a partner. He had a previous life but... no, this was what he was meant to do now.

Within another minute, Theo felt his body begin to go limp. The demon was finished fucking his partner now; Theo's purpose had been fulfilled. His idea of purpose itself was becoming fuzzy; thoughts were boiled down to even simpler concepts of what is necessary for survival. It felt good to be hard and deep within someone but, once that conquest had been finished, it was time to withdraw and recover from the experience of penetrating another. He would have another chance to hunt soon enough. Ravaging a partner, sexually, was his way of hunting. Yes, this was what he needed to survive. He was meant to do this. Nothing else mattered.

Once the Osimaret had withdrawn from Sovrim's rear, Theo briefly looked up to see what he had done. A few droplets of cum started to ooze from the tight ass of the hybrid, a testament to his virility, his capacity to do what he was meant to do as a penis. Yes, he had done well. But now he was getting tired. One must rest after a hard experience. Rest.

Rest... he was finding it harder to think at all due to the sheer, overwhelming fatigue that overcame him. The demon's shaft was starting to retreat into his maleslit, leaving Theo feeling very heavy in a way that was quite different than the weighty, meaty sensation of being erect. He was drooping, dragging upon the bench between the cetacean's thighs. Theo was dimly aware of the sensation of wood against his body but even those feelings were becoming duller, cloudier. It was time to retreat to his home, the demon's slit.

A few moments more and Theo was indeed tucked away in that warm, snug maleslit. There was a slight bulge at first but that, too, gradually gave way to nothing more than smooth skin. All around Theo was warm and comforting. The sounds of his host's body were all around him, as was heat that perfectly matched his own temperature. This is where he should be. This was all he needed to know. To rest, to fuck, and to rest again.

Gradually, Theo drifted off to sleep. Thoughts of higher matters simply left his mind forever. Thoughts of any kind at all vanished soon thereafter, leaving him purely subject to the biological whims of the demon's body. By the next time that Osimaret got in the mood to fuck, there was no trace of Theo's mind at all, just a hard, throbbing, needy, cetacean dick that was a small fraction of an inch larger than it had been before the lion surrendered himself to a demon just to satisfy his fantasy. He had willingly sacrificed himself. He just didn't live to regret it.