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SATURDAY, NEAR MIDNIGHT

Jay dreamed.

"Come," his master had commanded, and with an excited shiver, Jay obeyed even before he had fully awoken. Jay trotted slowly down the hall; even though he had been bidden, his master seemed to have left sufficient time for him - and the others, he sensed - to arrive at a leisurely pace.

"This is it," Jay realised, a cold shiver rippling through his muscles. He couldn't tell for certain - he'd lost track of the precise time between the transportation to his master's domain and the subsequent events to not even guess at the time, but he knew his master wanted him for the ceremony, and that was supposed to take place near midnight.

An eternity of being a demonic stallion awaited him, the purging of any chance to go back to his old life. Jay mulled on this idea, reality washing into his mind. Everyone he had met - save those he'd been taken with - would die, yet he would be here, as unchanged by that milestone as that of the destruction of Earth itself.

He could remember his old life now, but how many centuries or millennia or longer would pass before those memories faded? How long until it would be as though he'd always been the large, black stallion who grew aroused even now at the merest hint of the heavy weight of Archon settling onto his back, and spurring him forward through the demonic realms with a single thought?

What would even happen to him at the ceremony if he somehow refused? Would he be turned back into the old Jay, and just wake up in his bed as if the entire thing had just been a bad dream? Would Archon reach into his mind with his golden, syrupy words a dissolve what little remained until he got the faithful, obedient steed he had wanted? Would he be sent back to Earth, but as a regular stallion, free to live out the rest of his shortened life trapped with the knowledge of being human yet having no-one believe, or being stripped of both his past humanity and current demonic strength as just a simple-minded beast?

For the first time since he'd accepted his new form, he felt a sense of dread washing over him, as though the old him had been revived for one last chance to escape.

Even though he'd started to walk slower as the uncertainties filled his mind, Jay soon found his hooves parked in front of the ceremony chamber.

Before Jay's dream-self had decided whether to go into the chamber or not, he awoke. His eyes opening almost immediately, he felt a sudden rush as he realised the command in his dream from his master had been true: while Archon, currently in his human form, carefully stepped into the central circle of the pentagram, Jay saw the others starting to rouse from their places around the chamber.

The majority of Charles' ooze body was being poured into one of the triangular sections of the pentagram by Dion, the black goo somewhat reluctantly taking the shape of a humanoid figure. Paul, now a slightly emaciated hyena-man, fidgeted as he wavered between stepping into another of the triangles; Mark, however, had already made up his mind and strode proudly into his triangle, the large hell-hound sitting down, his erection sliding out. Lawrence seemed to be stationary, his marble skin shimmering in the light of the bright red fire, though eventually even Jay noticed that he was getting closer to one of the triangles, leaving the remaining one for himself.

Dutifully, Jay approached the triangle, the doubts slowly gnawing away at him as to whether this was the right thing to do. When he stepped into the point of the pentagram, he shivered. Turning his head, he could see Dion crouching by the fire, grinning as his large testicles swung distractingly back and forth between his legs.

Archon had transformed back into his half-serpentine form, his lower body curled up as his muscular torso raised up, his arms raised. Jay's heart raced as Archon began to speak in a deep, barely-audible tone that reverberated through Jay's flesh.

Jay wasn't entirely sure what the words actually meant - they were probably in some kind of demonic tongue - but their meaning seemed to pervade into his consciousness anyway, crafted into his mind as images and memories.

The first was of an emaciated, dirty young man, caged in the middle of a thick forest. Jay felt his overwhelming fear as two robed figures took in from the cage, muscular arms grabbing at his naked body. The man was laid down on a stone altar, stained with blood and scented with death. Dull monotonous chanting rung in his ears; then the knife came down, and the young man was now bleeding as a red mist slowly formed off to one side.

The second was of a demon, red-skinned, muscular and fierce. The young man, still bleeding from the wounds, felt his legs being raised. The demon forcefully inserted himself into the young man; he didn't have the energy to cry out as his sphincter was stretched wide as the demon's large penis thrust in and out. His body burned as the seed spread through him, corrupting him as he felt himself being transported into a world of fire and pain.

The third was of the young man being used by the demon, slowly transforming into a demon as well. Encased in a large black mould, shaped in the form of a demon, the young man was repeatedly fucked, his body absorbing the seed as his body slowly grew into, then fusing with, his new shape. Jay recognised it as being very similar to Archon's

The fourth had the newly-formed demon being tortured. Whipped and beaten, shackled and doused in flaming liquid; screaming and shrieking, Archon was tortured for centuries. He was forced to battle with other demons in between servicing his master's sexual needs. Archon's humanity withered away as he was forced to embrace his demonic nature.

The fifth was him, now willingly serving his master, battling other demonic lords and conquering their domains. Archon's power grew as he spent centuries rising in the ranks, becoming the second in his master's army.

The sixth was Archon, filled with eager excitement, being invited to Earth with him to be with his master, inducting another new demon into their ranks. Seeing the young, bedraggled man brought back the only remnant of Archon's humanity; snapping, he attacks his master. The battle is bloody and long, burning the forest down around them. Archon's master wins; Archon is sealed away for what he intends to be an eternity, cut off from the overwhelming power with

The seventh is Archon, transforming himself into a snake and pretending to have gone insane from his imprisonment before being dumped on Earth. Jay had glimpses of what happened next; Archon seeking out Dion, using his demonic powers to seduce Dion into working for him, and Dion eagerly going along with it.

The eighth and final is of the inside of Archon's mind: a large complex plan, filled with information of information of the various demons. Archon, Jay realised, was planning on waging war, not only against the old master who had cast him aside, but with the demonic world in general, bringing in people dissatisfied with their human lives, and giving them a new one, a chance to fill some role that the feel is missing with their lives. The same corruption, but one that was enjoyable for all involved.

As the thoughts and memories of Archon retreated into his memory, Jay's jaw opened. Nostrils widened as he tried to catch the breath that he didn't know he had been holding. His doubt and worry had lessened, but now it had nothing to do with Archon's words, or his wonderful scent - thought that certainly didn't hurt - but he almost felt proud of being part of a plan to better the world, even if it was still a world of demonic corruption.

The next part of the ceremony began. Archon first turned to Mark, the hell-hound whimpering excitedly, looking up at his master with awe and love. Archon separated his two taloned hands; the line of the pentagram fizzling and burning until it disappeared. Mark stepped forward, rising onto his hind legs, the canine body transforming, flowing into a large, muscled humanoid dog creature. Archon's tail curled around as the two kissed, awkwardly as Mark still had his muzzle. His large sheath emerged, as did Archon's penis as his serpentine parts transformed into their human counterparts.

Turning, Archon then welcomed Charles in, as he weirdly slid into the centre of the pentagram, kissing and flowing over and around Archon and Mark's body, Charles' humanoid shape quivering as it became sexually excited. Paul came in next, his erection appearing thick against his skinny body,as he joined in with the others in the gently-growing orgy.

Next it was Jay's turn; he felt the change happening to him slightly before Archon opened the central part of the pentagram to him. His hooves broke open as his hands reshaped from the equine bones in his hand. He was helped to his feet by Archon and the others in the centre of the circle, as his legs became largely-muscled human variants: Jay noticed that he seemed to essentially be a blend of his equine body, and the transformed, but still human, hunk he'd been transformed into first.

Jay was consumed by the group. Touched and held, kissed and groped by the five demonic creatures - four, when Archon went to invite Lawrence in to join them to complete the sextet, and afterwards, six - with the combination of the musk and the hot body-on-body contact, Jay felt his cock engorging and he closed his eyes, letting himself ride the wave of sexual energy that infused the pentagram. His thick tool slipped out, and was taken into someone's mouth; instinctively, he reached about, grabbing an ass or stroking a dick as the six of them fell down into a large pile, the rest of the pentagram sparking and fizzling up, bathing them in smoke.

A penis bobbed in front of his face: Mark's canine cock was pointing near his muzzle, so Jay carefully worked it in, running his tongue along the wet, oozing shaft. Given his wide equine face, the only real difficulty was in avoiding his teeth, and getting his thick tongue to probe sensuously. Mark's crotch reeked of masculinity, and Jay was only to happy to breathe it in deeply.

Not that he had much of a choice in the matter. As his own fingers weaved between tufts of the fur growing from Mark's waist, Jay's muscular legs were being pulled apart and elevated by a pair of dripping, slimy hands. A pair of buttocks - given the weight, probably Paul's - were pressing into his lower chest, a wet mouth opening wide to slide the tip of his shaft in whilst two taloned claws squeezed the base. Meanwhile, Charles' oozed around his hole, sliding up into him, stretching Jay's hole wide, working finger-like tendrils into probing Jay's prostate.

Even though he could tell - whether by weight, or touch, or smell - whom each of them was, Jay got the feeling he was actually just fucking and being fucked by the one entity: his master, Archon. The common masculine scents all merged in together, combining into a whole that he knew to be Archon. They were all a part of him now: coming together to form a single entity.

Jay felt the others' memories mingling into his head, as indelible and real as if he had lived all those lives himself. He felt his mind flowing, his own memories being absorbed by the others. Sensations passed through each of them. They were all sucked, all fucked by each of the others, all at once: the wet, scattered feeling of Charles as he slipped like water in and around each of them, exiting one body to enter another; Mark, the furious, excitably loyalty being rewarded by being petted and being sucked off as he in turn suckled eagerly on his master's cock as Archon rubbed his head; Lawrence encircling his master, white cold limbs entangled with the demon's red skin, sliding his smooth shaft in and out of Archon's anus; Paul clasped around Jay's cock, eagerly milking and suckling as the semi-equine member quieted his aching hunger with plenty of fluids; Dion, remembering his own transformation, masturbating by the fire, moaning as his precum-slicked hands slid over his shaft at the sight of six monstrous men penetrating and stroking each other; and Archon, the core, being sucked off and fucked, his eyes closed, his mouth chanting in the strange alien tongue whose words seemed to mean nothing but passed along whatever it was in their power to do.

Jay felt his identity weakening, his own thoughts swimming through a sea of the others. He let go, flowing around the others as though he belonged to none of the bodies, but to the collection of all of them. It was as though the orgy created a network, the identities of each member like semen, flowing from one cock into another, mingling and merging with that identity until they were all as one. It was the most satisfying feeling of Jay's life: everything shared, the powerful twinnings of lust and trust bonding them forever.

"My steed," inside his thoughts, Jay heard his master speaking.

"My master?" he replied, inquiringly.

"Do you give up all that you were, to remain what you are and serve me always?" Archon asked.

"I would never want to lose this feeling," Jay admitted, "I am yours."

"Very well, my steed," his master rumbled, his voice quivering through Jay's being, "let the bonding be forever!"

A searing heat passed through Jay, a brief panicked feeling being burned away. Archon's voice continued to reverberate through the connected mass of thrusting, groping, moaning bodies. Everything seemed to contract around Archon, the five transformed men feeling as though they merged into his body. But it was only for a moment, before each of them saw white.

The pile of demons erupted with a huge, nearly collective moan, as Archon commanded them deep within to finally release their demonic seed at once. Jay felt the heavy load of his own ejaculate pushing heavily up his shaft, rapidly filling Paul's hungry muzzle, the dark demonic oil dripping back down his shaft. His own muzzle filled with the long, arcing spurts of Mark's semen, which oozed out the sides of his mouth as Jay tried to swallow it, the satisfying meaty taste of the hell-hound's cock on his tongue making it frenziedly slide along, almost as though it was orgasming as well. The musky, warm smell of cum slid over and inside him as all of the bodies pressed down together in one shared mass.

Heavily breathing, Jay lay underneath the others, still dizzied by the ejaculation. He thought about his name; now that he really could never go back to the man he had been, he was filled with the need to discard his old name as well. The others, he knew, felt the same way now. Some of them even knew what their new names or titles would be. But he wasn't sure yet; something in him, his equine part that wanted to earn his name, knew that his name would come later.

Mark slipped out of his mouth, drizzling a load over Jay's face. Mark was like him, and felt as though he had to earn his name. Dropping down on all fours, Mark slowly transformed, his body filling out into that of his now true quadrupedal form. Jay, too, yearned to return to his true, equine form, but was willing to lie, coated in semen and musk, while the others recovered on top of him.

With a wet plop, Ooze - Charles' new name - slipped out of Jay's rear, as he and Eater - Paul's new identity - went about absorbing any of the traces of semen. Being licked and slid over was pleasing enough. The Watcher, the new title Lawrence had chosen, extracted himself from Archon before his bat-like wings regrew out of his shoulders, before he seemed to lock in place, a frozen, unseen guardian.

With his cock still dripping fluids from after his own orgasm, Dion approached. Eater left Jay, having gotten as much as he could, and crawled over to lap the tip of Dion's cock. Holding out his hand, Mark approached, and the three of them returned to the kennels, where the two lived when not away on missions for their master.

Ooze slid over him one last time, gathering the remaining seed, before flowing up to Archon, who held what looked like an ancient Greek clay pot in his hands. Ooze slid up Archon's leg, part of him reaching over to gather the remaining seed trickling from his master's tip before filling the pot.

Left alone, Jay turned over, feeling relaxed as his body began to stretch outwards, the familiar-but -awkward feeling of having fingers and toes rapidly giving way as they were absorbed, his human-shaped muscles reforming as he returned once again to his stallion body.

"Such a comfort to be in my body again," Jay noted contentedly.

"I'm glad you approve, my steed," Archon noted. The demon hadn't spoken, but Jay still heard the words. The streams of consciousness from the others whirred around in his head, but Jay was a true demon now, in every sense, and could easily focus his concentration on whatever aspect of his master required it. "But you don't find being somewhat human again uncomfortable." Jay agreed; his master was now as much a part of him as he was of Archon, and they both knew he would cope whenever asked.

"It might be interesting to visit Earth again, once we have succeeded against Orobas," Jay noted. "Being able to share being your willing servant with other unfortunate men would be pleasing, as would strengthening our forces." Jay thought briefly of the people he, and the others, had known in their lives; thinking of them brought no pangs of loss or pain. Demons didn't feel the same way about humans as humans did, after all.

"You have no doubts that we will succeed," Archon noted. Returning to his throne, he placed Ooze's pot upon his arm-rest as his arms slowly retracted in; Archon, too, felt like relaxing in his form. "You had best rest, my steed; you will be playing a key role against Orobas, and you will need all the strength you can provide."

As if to bow, Jay lowered his head in the now-serpentine Archon's direction, flicking his tail as he turned, trotting towards the stables.

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