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Jay ran in a blind panic; he often stumbled as he tried running on the tips of the strange wide fingers and toes he had with the foundations of hooves growing on them, but he managed to recover himself quickly. He barely noticed anything around him; all he thought of and felt was to escape and those six words that had plagued his mind almost constantly since this whole business had started.

A little smaller than I'd want.

At some point, however, he finally grabbed onto the reins of his senses and managed to slow himself down without toppling head over heels. Jay breathed heavily; his muscles - an odd assortment of nearly equine, nearly human and variations in between - started to ache once the rush of adrenalin had stopped.

There was no denying he was being transformed into a horse now. His body size was already well beyond the size of even the extremes of humanity. His aching thick fingers and toes certainly bore more than a small resemblance to equine hooves. His face was long, with large ears sticking out of either side, eyes that pointed out more to the side, and a long jaw whose end he could not see beyond the large, flaring nostrils that spewed out. His body was dark with the rough, black hair that glistened from his exertions. Between his hind legs dangled an incredibly large, round, heavy pair of balls, and below him dangled the flared end of a penis that he could hardly tell had ever been human, especially with the base concealed by a heavy-skinned, swollen sheath. Just above his semen-dripping hole, the beginnings of a hairy tail had grown. It was hard for Jay to even tell what parts of him were human. Aside from some odd musculature and proportions, everything on his body had been affected.

Jay looked around, trying to orient himself; to his dismay, he found doing so meant swaying his thick neck from side to side. Even more discouraging, everything along the round corridor seemed to look exactly the same, and he wasn't in a good position to look into any of the rooms. He tried walking further; his aching body protested, so he stopped to recover. Unsure as to how he could sit or lie down in this new body, Jay remained standing, the uncomfortable throbbing of his transformed fingers and toes flaring up whenever he shifted his weight between them.

A little smaller than I'd want.

Standing in the looping corridor quickly became dull for Jay; there wasn't much to think about that wasn't depressing, and his body was exhausted and drained. He tried saying, "I don't want to be a horse." When it came out sounding more like, "I daww wheee to be a hawww," Jay didn't say anything for a while; instead, he bowed his head.

Jay suddenly felt cold for the first time since finding himself in this place, and a shudder rippled down his body from head to foot. A scraping, sliding sound of a heavy mass moving over stones sounded from around the corridor; shadows flickered ahead as the demon came into view.

The lower half of Archon's body was that of a giant snake, covered in jet black scales that glinted in the light from the fires that illuminated the place. The upper half was that of a muscular, devastatingly handsome man: smooth, round pectorals; wide shoulders; long sculpted arms ending in large, wide hands that grasped at the walls, helping him to hold steady as he slithered along. If it weren't for the serpentine lower half, or the large, black, demonic horns curling out from his temples, he'd have been an Adonis.

Jay felt transfixed by him; part of him wanted to flee - it was, after all, the thing responsible for transforming him into this weird horse-human freak - but Archon exuded such a tantalizing erotic power that seemed to pull on him like a counterbalanced magnet. Despite feeling spent from the impromptu threesome he had just fled, Jay felt his body hungering for sex again.

A little smaller than I'd want.

"I thought I would find you here," Archon announced, his honeyed deep voice worming its way into Jay's mind.

A little smaller than I'd want.

Jay felt his jaw sagging open as Archon spoke, his head swimming. Archon continued, "You ought to relax, you cannot leave here anyway - not unless I allow it, and not until you are ready - and you should at least try to enjoy yourself."

A little smaller than I'd want.

Jay tried to think of something to reply; but his mind could barely concentrate on anything. He thought of Dion: the guy had been, and still was, a magnet for sex, but he was awkward and repulsive compared to Archon. When Archon spoke, his words filled Jay's mind, obliterating almost everything else aside from the strong sexual desire that he instilled.

Archon explained, "You should go and enjoy yourself with the others; tonight at midnight you will all be brought into my service; bound to me forever in your new forms."

Jay wished he could still speak so he could scream with how much he wanted that, to be Archon's slave. Instead, Jay's cock engorged with blood, slapping him in the chest.

A little smaller than I'd want.

"You see?" Archon's voice boomed. "Your worries are over; when you are completed tonight you will have a truly prodigious shaft, the envy of all male beasts on Earth, and many here. Then the sting of those haunting words will be gone. I know you want that."

Jay's cock thumped his underbelly; a fresh spray of precum was all he could answer.

"Then why fight it? The others had their petty human worries too; but soon I will strip them off of you and you will all truly revel in your new existences. Never ageing, never feeling weak or unattractive or inadequate, never having to worry about what humans think of you. Many have traded their freedom away for much less, and what good is your humanity if that is the source of your unhappiness?"

Jay yearned for Archon to wrap around him, squeezing the humanity out of him drop by drop as the demon filled him up with his cock, pumping in the fluids to rebuild him into the demonic stallion he wanted to become so much. He felt himself transforming again, but it tingled on the edges of his consciousness; he couldn't even see or feel what Archon didn't desire him to in his own body.

A little smaller than I'd want.

"When the time comes, I know you and the others will all gladly swear to eternally be under my dominion," Archon ended, Jay suddenly feeling the demon's presence pulling away from him. "The two of us shall ride together, and I am looking forward to it as much as you are."

Archon slowly slithered away, heading deeper along the corridor; but Jay barely comprehended he had gone for some time as Archon's presence still warped his perceptions.

Jay jolted back into consciousness, as if he had been sleeping heavily, his muscles twitching. He whinnied loudly, trying to somehow say "no" and "yes" at the same time but managing to say neither.

Jay quickly turned around, examining his changes as best he could. His coat looked thicker and glossy, and his feet and hands had almost completely disappeared, replaced by giant black hooves and the small stubs of what remained of his other fingers and toes. His cock was out, the exposed shaft mottled with an onyx-like shiny blackness. Underneath him, a large puddle of fluid was quickly being dried out by the warm, smoky air.

His face felt like it had changed a little: his muzzle slightly more further out, his ears a little higher, the rounded forehead smaller. He could see the bristly ends of parts of his mane just on the edges of his vision. Concentrating, he flicked his tail; that had gotten longer too, but not by much. He'd gotten bigger too, but only somewhat and he was still rather small for a horse.

Jay felt strange: he'd expected to be transformed more - possibly completely into a horse - given the effect Archon had had on him. Shaking his head and bucking back slightly, Jay decided to head off, trying to find the others again.

Archon had told him that he wouldn't be able to leave, and Jay believed him: if you could magically transport people, then there'd be little use for an easy passage out. Even if he could leave, Jay was still a strange horse-human hybrid. There'd be no way he could find anyone to help him, and chances are he'd be locked away to be studied forever, or even killed, or paraded around like a circus freak.

A little smaller than I'd want.

Jay snorted, deciding, "No, I won't be having any of that!" However, he did want to at least have someone to be around; someone who would understand what was happening and whom he could at least try to talk to or just be with.

Jay stepped forward, surprised at how steadily he could move on four legs now. He was still a little off-proportioned, with his front legs still too small to keep him from at least feeling like he'd face-plant into the rocks any moment, but it stopped being painful to move around at least. Once he'd gotten used to it, the clopping of his hooves started to soothe him.

"What's wrong with me?" Jay thought. He certainly felt something was off; it wriggled in front of him, then quickly dashed away, his mind unable to keep up. It was something more than being transformed into a horse, more than the dread of what was going to happen this evening. But he couldn't quite put the pieces together in his mind.

His head glanced into one room; off to the side, a stark white upright shape caught his attention. Jay prodded his face forward, sniffing the air. The shape didn't appear to be moving, and there was only the faint traces of someone having been in the room. It suddenly dawned on Jay that it was a statue, and he backed out of the room, using the opportunity to turn around and head back.

He wondered where the other two guys had gone; Jay was sure Dion wouldn't have left them alone, not when there was sex to be enjoyed. He was also sure that anyone in the situation would have had the same instincts as he did: try to find someone, or try to escape, or most likely both, once you'd figured out you were in a strange place.

A couple of empty rooms later, and Jay managed to find his way back to Dion's room; however, everyone seemed to have left after he'd fled. Dion's musk, and the odours of fresh semen were about, but the fluids themselves had all either been licked up or evaporated. Snorting, he left; he was no longer Dion's friend, but at least having someone vaguely familiar around would be better than the clammy feeling of aloneness he felt.

Backing out of the room, Jay headed further along; many of the chambers were empty and bare. Jay whinnied, his eyes going wide. The idea of Archon leaving him here alone, abandoning him here filled him with terror. He bolted past three rooms before Jay managed to recover himself.

"Get a grip on yourself," Jay admonished himself, snorting aloud as he thought the words he could barely physically speak. "Stay strong, and you'll be alright. Just keep going until you get back to Dion's room, and then you can wait there because he'll have to come back some time. He went through a fucking awful lot of effort to get here in the first place."

Jay advanced again, his frustrated mannerisms becoming more horse-like as he continued to search and find nobody.

After what felt to him like forever, Jay stumbled across a much larger chamber. "No," he corrected himself, "it's an entrance!" A large, smoky opening stretched up to an arch with a large demonic head looking out. Jay's heart raced; it looked a great deal like Archon, and he felt himself getting aroused again. Shaking his head to get rid of the thoughts, Jay headed towards the smoke.

The closer he trotted, however, the more weight he felt around his neck. He ventured forward as fast as he could, before he turned. Gasping for air, he remembered the strange feeling of the collar he had felt when he'd first come to in this place. It must have been real, he decided, and to keep us from escaping if we did find the entrance.

Glancing to the side, however, Jay noticed a side-chamber that he felt immediately drawn to: the door was wider and larger than the others had been, and the insides had been furnished. Peering in, Jay discovered that it was a stables: a long set of stalls that stretched so far into the distance Jay got dizzy of looking that far. Just inside the door there was a large black box upon a white marble altar; the box and altar were both covered in an intricate pattern of male horses, centaurs and various other human-horse hybrids; all with large, erect penises and many entwined with one of the other creatures in a variety of sexual positions. The nearest and largest of the stalls seemed to have an effect up him, and Jay found his hooves guiding him inside.

All of Jay's nervousness and loneliness seemed to fall away once his head passed through the threshold. It wasn't a traditional stable stall: the floor wasn't covered in hay or sawdust, and there was no water trough or feed bag. Jay didn't know much about them anyway - he was just going by what he remembered from TV - but the lack of things didn't feel out of place.

A wheezing, dry cackle of laughter erupted from behind him; Jay felt his mind informing him that he'd usually feel terrified of this sound, but for some reason was not. Turning back to face the entrance, He saw a twisted creature; like him half-human, but Paul had been crossed with a hyena instead of a horse and was still mostly human in shape and proportion. He looked a lot smaller to Jay, but he wasn't sure if that was because Paul had shrunk or that it was simply his own increase in size that altered his perception of proportions. Paul's mouth was open, sharp black fangs pointing down, shining and dripping with saliva; his cock was erect, nearly as black and shiny, flopped out as Paul jerked on it. Occasionally he'd swap hands and hungrily lick the fluids off his fingers.

"That's where you got to!" Dion exclaimed, grinning. His hoofed legs hung over Mark's shoulders; all traces of the young man Jay had jerked off in the shower seemed to be absent; completely canine in appearance, all that he seemed to be waiting for was the night for the ceremony to perform and make this transformation permanent. Mark's tongue lolled out, his huge form casting flickering shadows.

"Riding a dog is kind of fun," Dion continued, "but I'm curious what it'd be like to ride you. Of course I won't be - you're to be our master's mount - but maybe one day I'll have a stallion like you for my very own."

Jay watched as Dion slid his leg over Mark's head; Paul immediately laughed his hyena laugh and jumped underneath the demonic dog, searching for something else to cram into its black mouth.

A little smaller than I'd want.

Dion noticed this, grinned and said, "This is probably my best orgy yet; although really it's our master and his power that's made it so great. I can tell you've met him; I can feel it coming off from you."

Jay nodded and snorted; he could feel it too. The large black canine, the randy satyr, and even the ever-hungry hyena-man all had a tinge of that glorious mind-melting feeling he'd gotten from his encounter with Archon. With Dion's satyr's musk getting stronger, and the calming pleasure of his - Jay knew that it was definitely his - stall, Jay started to get aroused again.

"He's met everyone now," Dion informed him. "Paul here was the last, after you." Dion walked over to the box; Jay shifted his gaze back toward Mark and Paul. Paul giggled as Mark's muzzle slid over his own penis, the two rather frightening creatures locked together in a ring of oral pleasure.

However, the mating didn't last very long; Paul's chattering laugh echoed around as Jay saw his spotted, furry legs wrapping around Mark's large canine head and thrusting rapidly, before being dropped down. Semen dripped off of Mark's tongue; Paul curled up, and quickly licked his own semen off of his own cock.

Jay's erection started to slap against his underside; his encounter with Archon had simply refuelled his desire for sex; watching two other of Archon's transformed men blowing each other in his presence, their male scents intensifying made Jay's cock strain to fullness.

Dion walked in front of Jay so suddenly, he instinctively whinnied and pulled back; Dion chuckled, and showed him what he had in his hands: a horse brush, carved out of something that looked like ivory or some other kind of bone or horn.

"You won't ever need brushing," Dion said, "but I've been told it feels nice. Too bad I'm the only one here with hands, because I've had this idea in my head of you and me in a situation like this; only the master is here too, thrusting into you while I take care of your cock."

Jay followed Dion, who seemed to tug on an invisible lead; outside of the stall, Jay suddenly felt less relaxed, and more able to concentrate. His erection didn't go down, but he felt properly back in control of himself.

Mark and Paul sniffed around; Paul seemed to be able to scrabble around on all fours as well, though he still was able to walk around like a human being, at least for the time being. Their tongues quickly started lapping at Jay's cock.

A little smaller than I'd want.

Jay snorted; a growing part of him felt that the situation was hopeless - he was doomed to be transformed into a snake-demon's horse - and that at least it would be better to go along and get some enjoyment out of it. But part of him still rebelled; the smoky exit to Archon's lair was tantalizingly close; and Jay wondered whether making a run for it might be the best thing for his sanity.

A little smaller than I'd want.

"But do you want to go back?" a little voice, that sounded uncomfortably like Jay's own, piped in. "What will you go back to? Your old, small-dicked body in a lonely apartment? A job you hate? And Eric?"

A little smaller than I'd want.

"Those words are going to haunt you forever," the voice informed him.

Dion stroked the brush along Jay's flank; Jay felt his lips instinctively curl up as he whinnied. Being brushed like that felt so good. He hadn't realised just how itchy the skin under his horse hair had gotten; other stuff had always been happening, or he'd been concentrating, and the situation had seemed weird. The brushing continued, travelling over his back in long, hard strokes.

Underneath him, one of the once-human creatures had started sliding his thick equine shaft into its mouth; Jay felt the fangs lightly graze against the top and bottom, and the rough tongue sliding saliva and precum over the tip and further down.

A little smaller than I'd want.

The voice continued, "Back there, you're basically nothing, and on top of that, you'll grow older and wrinklier and eventually die."

"At least I won't be a demon's horse-slave!" Jay countered.

A little smaller than I'd want.

The voice countered, "What, like you're not basically a slave to the company you work for, just waiting to be fired? Here, you're set for life. Besides, you remember how small your dick was before, right?"

A little smaller than I'd want.

The brushing got heavier; Jay noticed out of the corner of his eye that this was principally due to Dion's free hand jerking off the satyr's long, thick shaft. Jay nickered, thinking, "So that's what that was that was poking me in the side." While he was being brushed, and blown, Jay also started to feel his tail being pressed up by a hairy head, a muzzle pressing into his ass, and a wet tongue licking his hole.

A little smaller than I'd want.

"Nobody's said that about you the whole time you've been here," the voice continued. "You've gotten laid more often here than even when you were with Eric. All these guys want you, and you're willing to lose all of this?"

"I'd still be a fucking horse!" Jay countered. "It's not like Dion; he has hands to do things. He's at least somewhat human."

"Yeah, but that's because he was hotter than you used to be," the voice replied. "It's harsh, but you've known that for a while. He still looks like him because he can get away with it. You needed a lot more improvement."

"That's st-" Jay argued.

A little smaller than I'd want.

Dion interrupted Jay's internal argument, moaning loudly as he brushed. "Our master told me how great you'd be," he explained, "and that it'd make you feel so much better. He'd done the same thing for me already, at least a little bit. I knew he could do the same thing for you."

The brushing ceased; Dion stood in front of Jay, his cock pointed up oozing clear fluids that dripped everywhere.

"But you are great; you'll be a great stallion for our master," Dion complimented.

A little smaller than I'd want.

"See, and now he's practically begging for you to suck his cock," the voice exclaimed smugly. "Dion; your hot friend who was able to have an orgy whenever he wanted, is now wanting sex with you. Three men are primed into pleasuring you!"

"That's never interested me before," Jay countered. With Dion's cock waggling within reach, Jay felt his resolve slipping. The voice had had a point after all; he'd always known he had been less attractive than Jay. But now he was basically able to command the same kind of thing: sure, the men looked a lot stranger than they would have been.

"But you look strange too," Jay heard in his head, but he couldn't tell if it had been him or the other voice which had said that.

Jay's eyes opened wide. All the while of being sucked and licked and brushed, he'd been preoccupied, certain that the other voice was some implant of Archon in his head. However, he realised that he'd just been arguing with himself; Archon hadn't had to do anything other than bring to the surface what was there.

Something in Jay broke.

His mouth opened, jaws sliding out of the way; Jay hadn't realised how heavy his tongue had become until the weight of it hanging out of his mouth almost startled him back. Instead, he wrapped it around Dion's cock. Despite its length, Jay's muzzle was large enough to easily take it all in. Dion sighed contentedly, moaning and wrapping his arms around Jay's head.

Jay let go, sinking into himself as another part of him took over; the part that had wanted to be big with a huge cock and fuck other guys. The ruthless, animal part that didn't really mind being turned into a horse as much.

Jay's cock throbbed; his tension and worries released into whichever one of Paul's or Mark's mouth was around his cock. The fact that he didn't know made the new Jay smirk inside himself. His nostrils blasted out hot air, ruffling Dion's pubic hair. It took all his focus to continue to bob his large, transforming head up and down on Dion's jittery shaft as cum fountained out of his own.

With the acceptance of his mind, Jay's body relaxed into the rest of its transformation. His limbs restructured, the round muscular shoulders dissolving as his neck continued to stretch out. His neck's strength lifted Dion off the floor, the satyr having to quickly scramble for new hand-holds as the top of Jay's head the remainded of its roundedness; his head narrowed, ears sprouted and grew, even his teeth flattened in his large widened jaws as the final traces of Jay's face disappeared into completely equine features.

The toned abdominals quickly barrelled out of Jay's chest as his ribs and spine lengthened and grew, his torso flowing into one solid, thick mass of equine meat. His cock twitched, the darkness quickly consuming it as it plopped out of the fanged jaw and began to slowly retract into its now compete sheath. Jay heard a pained yelp from his rear as he inadvertently brought his thickening tail across the eyes of whoever had been rimming him. Jay didn't care though; Dion's cock tasted so wonderful, oozing the hot lubricating oil over his tongue, and he couldn't wait for the blast of semen to erupt out.

He lowered his head down to allow the satyr to stand under his own strength; Jay felt his own dangling cock continuing to drip, and felt the hungry tongues eager to clean his huge black cock off before it disappeared.

When Dion's penis started to pulse, Jay sucked on it harder. "It's his fault I don't have hands," Jay thought cheerfully, snorting again, bathing his senses of smell and taste with the satyr's desire; his ears were already full of Dion's moaning.

He heard Dion bleat, and Jay's muscles twitched with excitement. Stringy loads of the satyr's cum shot out from the tip, arcing up to the top of Jay's tongue; it slid slowly down his throat, only to be replaced by the next thick dollop.

Jay felt Dion rubbing his mane and patting his wide neck; it felt relaxing, and almost as good as the euphoria he'd gotten from ejaculating.

With a wet plop, Dion's cock fell out of his lips; a trail of saliva and semen bridging the tips of both before the separated, adding to the wet pile of fluids on the floor. Dion smiled at Jay, slowly stroking his mane, before he grinned and held up the brush. "I should probably finish up with this; it'll make you look good for tonight."

Jay nodded. Suddenly he couldn't wait for the ceremony tonight. He nickered, allowing the brush to flow over the rest of his flank. Jay could tell Dion's heart was no longer in it; both of them were recovering from their orgasms.

Jay turned his head to look at Mark and Paul; Paul had changed a bit more as well. Apparently the master wanted him to remain somewhat bipedal. If it hadn't been for the warm aura of their shared master around him, Jay would have been scared: dark teeth, vacant scare, and the occasionally chill hyena laugh Paul made suggested whatever he was becoming was going to be very intimidating.

Dion sighed, returning the brush to the box and closing it. "Sorry, Jay; I'd better show Mark here to the kennels, and I need to find out where Lawrence and Charles are hiding. It's getting late, and there's a lot to do this evening for the ceremony."

Jay nodded; he felt like he needed a rest. It had been a very intense afternoon. Once Paul and Mark scampered off with Dion, Jay returned to his stall, and leaned against the wall to sleep.

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