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SUNDAY, MORNING

Jay awoke refreshed, as though he had been asleep for centuries. His body tingled with excitement: his master had commanded him to arise, and he had eagerly, for the two of them were going to ride together at long last. With a quick stretch of his four legs, and a swish of his tail, Jay nosed his head out of the doorway.

Dion was there, a long black chain linking his wrist to Eater's neck. Dion was back in his humanoid body, though Jay could still see the ghostly outline of his real form almost as clearly, as though two separate sets of his eyes were seeing him in two different worlds. Eater's face was clamped shut, his hungry eyes peering out over a muzzle; around him ghosted the appearance of a Doberman.

"Good morning, Jay," Dion smiled, his grin turning into a quiver as a drop of Ooze slithered and vanished into his ear from where his hand rested against his head; another blob was slowly sliming its way down the length of chain, heading for Eater.

Jay snorted as Dion's free hand stroked his nose, licking at his hand. "Good morning, Dion. Off somewhere interesting?"

"Eater and I are returning to the 'mortal realm'," he explained, watching the demonic bead sliding over the last chain link and splatting onto Eater's furry neck. "I need to clear out your stuff too, now that you're moving out as well, cover up your departure, and so on."

Jay nodded; the plan was forming into his brain now: Dion boxing up his old life, Ooze forming a copy of his old body, dead and laying prone, the police swarming over the apparent accident of a hit-and-run that would go unsolved. Their flat stripped and empty, the old belongings sold off or donated to one of the refuges for young gay men; a good place for Dion to search for new recruits for their master's army.

Eater was going for that reason too. Jay could see Dion laughingly confronting some homophobes in a dark, dead-end alley, transforming from the vision of young, gay naivety into a classic red-skinned demon as the men turned in horror as an unleashed, cackling and drooling Eater loomed large, his hunger waiting to be sated.

"We'll have to be subtle," Dion noted, "but you'll have to forgive Eater for feeling a little hungry."

Jay inquired, "Have you seen our master about?"

Dion nodded, replying, "He's just instructing The Watcher and Mark on patrol routes, and who or what to let in. At least, that's what I'm told; he's instructing them privately just in case things don't go well on your end."

Jay sighed, flaring his nostrils. Merely thinking about his new task brought the plan to his brain; so much of it rested on his shoulders, and he was going to risk so much, and be cut off for so long it would feel truly terrifying. Now that he was used to the constant trading of thoughts and energies that came from being a demon's servant, to be cut off from that once again seemed terrifying.

Then Archon appeared, Mark at his side and the rest of Ooze in what looked like a large earthenware pot from ancient Greece or Rome, engraved with stylized designs of cavorting, aroused demonic horses. Their demonic master was in his more human shape, though clearly still a demon: gorgeous body, bare of all hair and covered with red scales instead of skin. All of Jay's worries seemed to dissipate immediately, as though Archon's mere presence was like a relaxing brushing.

"No need to feel down, my steed," Archon half-joked, half-commanded. "We shall soon ride and play our little prank on someone who I am sure you will like stomping all over when the time comes."

Jay laughed; it was true. If they succeeded, he would enjoy the feeling of dashing a particular demon's skull with his hooves.

Opening the jar, Archon slid one taloned claw in, retracting it a moment later, with a drop of dark Ooze clinging to the tip. Dutifully, Jay stepped forward, to get within his master's reach, as he reached forward. Jay felt the wet dripping as Ooze fell onto his nose, before sliding down into his nostrils. Fighting his first instinct to sneeze him out, Jay waited as Ooze connected more directly to his mind.

Jay's mind was suddenly filled with the sight from six pairs of eyes at once: Mark had gone to continue his rounds along the empty halls, while The Watcher peered outwards staring at the collection of demons below. Seeing himself through the eyes of Archon, Eater and Dion, as well as the others from all other points of view was a little wild - and with some relief, Jay noticed he seemed to be in exceptional shape this morning from everyone else's vantage as well - but the split perspectives disappeared after a moment.

Jay's heart started to race; his master's smile beamed down upon him, and he knew that it was time. Archon's hand pressed down against his back, and he felt his master's weight pressing down against his strong back as the demon slid into a riding position. Jay gave a shiver in pleasure; he seemed particularly sensitive to the warm feeling of Archon's testicles resting against his hairy skin.

Jay couldn't help but get aroused; his dark equine dick plunging out into the warm, smoky air. Archon laughed, his voice the texture and warmth of fresh honey. A taloned hand caressed Jay's flank, and he not just heard, but felt, the words, "I understand your desire, but we need to be focused." Jay felt his penis retracting, as though his penis was being pulled back in against his bodies wishes, but a sharp kick to his flanks locked his mind, and the strength and speed of his demonic equine body was unleashed.

He charged fearlessly towards the murky shadows and twisting clouds of the front gate, which separated as he cantered, then galloped, then almost flew into the space between demonic realms.

It seemed like forever since he'd been anywhere but inside the curved walls of the strange, shifting walls of his master's domain, and Jay had grown accustomed to that strangeness. Outside, however, was as strange and alien a place as Jay had ever seen.

There was no logic or reason to be found outside in the wildlands between the demonic realms. Tentacles slithered out, reaching for them, only to dissolve into ash and smoke that settled on them unpleasantly whenever they got close. Large unblinking eyes would appear, staring at them, only to fade into blackness after what felt like an eternity. Other demons on a variety of equine, serpentine, draconic and even more exotic mounts seemed to pass through them, forcing a shiver through Jay as they seemed to pass through slightly different angles in some dimension beyond the third. Jay even caught a glimpse of a demon sitting on what he thought was a litter of human beings and other demons, the skin on their backs melted together, scuttling along over one of the convoluted, Escher-esque paths.

Jay knew that, if he had tried escaping this way before, when he had been human, he'd have been driven mad, and fallen or floated shrieking until he mercifully died, or possibly enduring insanity forever. But now he passed through the madness as if he had been birthed from it like every other demon.

Jay travelled so fast that everything around him seemed to merge; the strange, nightmarish things coalesced into one large pulsating mass of colour. He could still smell and hear though: the rotting stench of a thousand-year-old entombed corpse didn't faze him, nor did the shrieks of someone being boiled alive, the chattering of a million tongueless mouths, or the odd, eerie silence that lasted just one second too long. Instead, he yearned to stop, to feel his master reach down between his hind legs, and to stroke the base of his shaft as his ass was pressed apart. Running faster than light, pleasingly able to support Archon's weight, was a nice compromise.

He didn't have to slow to make the sharp turn; Jay just leaped into the air and was suddenly running perpendicular to the direction he had just been travelling in. His master's soothing mane ruffles pushed him to travel faster than even time seemed to pass.

The shapeless void seemed to coalesce together into actual forms when Jay felt Archon command him to ease up. Pillars rose up from the kaleidoscope of colours and didn't immediately disappear; then the colours themselves began to solidify, until they were travelling down a shiny onyx archway, green emeralds glittering like eyes from their own internal flames.

Jay, panting heavily, breathed in the scent of equines; being aware through his shared mind with Archon that Orobas was a horse-headed demon was the demonic world's authority on equines - demonic and mortal - was one thing, but feeling the scent of other demonic equines was at least a little comforting, especially being so far from so much of what was familiar.

Clearing a leap over a large pit of green flames, Jay's hooves nearly skidded as he landed on what felt like polished obsidian; now they had passed through Orobas' domains entrance and were now standing at the far end of his hall. The far doors were closed, so he couldn't see if Orobas himself were in his throne room, but the hallway was certainly not absent equine designs - large statues of horses rearing, fighting and fucking crowded either side.

Jay felt himself somewhat disengage from direct control of his body: even though this was part of the plan, it still felt somewhat uncomfortable, especially with the scent of so many virile stallions adding to the undercurrent of unsated arousal that he felt being so close to his master, and so excited to serve him so well. However, tipping their hand at this early a point would potentially ruin them all, and Jay was not only the most crucial but the most at risk part of this plan. He felt himself peering through the eyes of the others, as though he had just pulled out of a virtual reality headset and found himself in a room of monitors instead.

The Watcher and Mark's eyes comforted Jay with the familiar images of home, but they weren't entirely unfamiliar so he didn't linger in their minds for long, and he already knew what Ooze was up to - mostly sitting in a jar on Jay's own back - so Jay focused most of his attention on Eater and Dion.

Dion had apparently been making out pretty heavily with a young man in the shadows of the park. The young man's pants were down around his ankles, and Dion was reaching around, stroking him off while coaxing the young man's ass cheeks apart. Eater was busy living up to his name, his muzzle wrapped around the frightened-stiff member of some guy who clearly had been bruising up the young man earlier, sucking the life out of him. People seemed to walk past the four of them, completely oblivious to what was going on. Jay grinned, wondering what use his master would put the two men to once they'd been brought to his realm and transformed.

Jay returned back to his own head, gently peering out with just the right amount of energy for a man forcefully transformed into a demonic horse against his will. Inside, Jay fumed and clomped his hooves: he only had rumours to go on - not even Archon was informed of what Orobas did - but they knew that it was always through unpleasant means. Robbing people of the joy of the experience Jay had with his new body, voluntarily giving up what they had been to embrace their new forms fully and consciously, angered him greatly.

A large, muscular horse rode up to them, standing in their way. Jay felt himself getting aroused, both in body and in his consciousness: Archon opened him up to a load of intensely erotic emotions, washing his mind and soul with the basest needs and desires. He watched through his own eyes now: the other horse was definitely more of a draft horse, used for guard work more so than running like Jay, but the huge muscles were still a turn-on, and the erection the other demonic horse sported would feel good being forced into him.

His subconscious chilled - though no physical changes happened - when he felt the horse communicate. Whatever mind the creature had was completely gone: it basically babbled maddeningly in a common demonic tongue about loyalty and being the best guardian. Jay felt Archon essentially force the concept of duty to delivering a request into the mindless, gibbering beast until it finally retreated.

"If the rumours are true," Archon informed Jay, "I'll bet he's just had a raid up on earth - probably runaways and the homeless - and Orobas is too aroused to want normal company; make sure to prepare yourself for the worst."

"I shall, master," Jay replied; his disappointment at how easily he had been lead making him even more committed to defeating Orobas.

The horse-guardian returned, trotting about in a circle, before heading back down the path. The large doors - which the guard had simply walked through - opened slowly, cracking just enough for a hair's length on either side of Archon's legs to pass through. Jay's tail had just barely passed through when the doors closed.

It was worse than Jay was expecting: four green, slime-coated horses were stretching a young man, not enough to quarter him but enough that his body was stretched face-down above a pit of green fire. The flames had burned off all of his hair, exposing many deep, bleeding wounds that cauterised in the heat before being reopened from the added weight: Orobas' hooves were pressing down into the young man's back. The horse-headed demon's penis was erect, being stroked and dripping his demonic seed, his shaft streaked with green, glowing slime. His other hand held a whip, which he cracked down on the young man underneath him whenever he seemed particularly excited.

The demon dropped down; the man yelped as the demon's weight slammed into his back, riding him as the four slime horses stretched and slackened the ropes holding him up, making it seem like he was bucking against his "rider", continually getting whipped. Orobas slid down, his dick being squeezed as he forcefully hugged the young man underneath him, reaching around to fondle the man's hot, tender junk, whispering into the man's ear. Even from the distance, and the protection of his master, Jay could feel the words worming their way into the young man's brain, tearing apart memories and the ability to think for themselves.

The slime horses moved Orobas and his next unfortunate victim from hanging over the pit to being above the ground. When they were in the ground over the floor in front of Jay and Archon, Orobas jerked up hard; the man below him grunting and panting as he ejaculated.

"Archon," Orobas rumbled as he disentangled himself from the young man, standing with a dripping cock in front of Jay and his master, "have you come here to watch me break in my newest stallion?"

The man on the floor rose to his hands and knees; turning up his face, Jay could see the man's eyes had gone wide and milky white - a feature he realised all of Orobas' horses had - and immediately started to lick and pleasure Orobas' shaft, rubbing the demonic seed over his bruised, bloodied form. Orobas casually dug his claws into the bald head, more blood trickling down over the young man's body.

Archon smiled, shaking his head. "I'm sure it would be enjoyable," he said, "but I have a wager and a gift for you."

Orobas laughed, snorting derisively. "A gift!" he exclaimed, "Gifts from a demon always have a price."

Archon prostrated himself, carefully balancing the jug of Ooze, which he plucked from the strange dimensional pocket he had placed it into while he had ridden Jay, in one hand which he brought before Orobas. "I have created my own stallion," Archon explained, "and I wanted to test him against your best. I thought a small wager, and a gift of the ejaculate ensnaring and torturing his soul would be the best way to test my abilities."

Orobas leaned his head back, forcing his cock down the young man's throat, his throat stretching as his face started to push out into an equine muzzle. Lifting one hand, he gestured to Archon. Jay felt his body trotting forward; Orobas reached out to guide Jay's face to look straight into his, the demon's eyes staring into Jay with an uncomfortable intensity. Jay trotted around, Orobas' hand tracing a line over his body, reaching down under his belly. He halted Jay, who felt himself being roughly fondled, getting aroused even with the coarse, uncaring manner of the molestation.

"A nice little piece of horseflesh," Orobas admitted, "but not a patch on my best. Still, I wouldn't mind breaking it in properly, and breeding him against some of my smaller mares. What is your wager?"

"I wager my steed for one of yours," Archon announced. "Preferably a mare - I'd like a small stable of my own - but I'll take one of your more meatier horses, something like one of your guards."

Orobas clapped his hands together, exclaiming, "Done!" Archon handed Orobas the jug filled with Ooze, and Jay felt him slide off his back. Jay felt sexually frustrated and scared, his heart pounding in his chest, his cock hanging loose. Reclaiming a small amount of control over his body, he tilted his head downwards as Archon reached up to rub his mane.

The young man's head had transformed into that of a horse, the flesh turning green, slime similar to Orobas' semen dripping off of his head, sliding down his wounded, hoof-marked back. One hand worked Orobas' shaft, the other worked his own, the central fingers covered in similar green slime and expanding into the start of fore-hooves. Jay noted that the man's shaft was starting to expand, watching it slowly engorge beyond its human limits made Jay's own cock dribble a little.

"Get a hold of yourself," Jay admonished himself; he knew his reactions were expected - he had the role of a mind-destroyed demonic horse to play - but he still felt a little uncomfortable that his body could be so easily influenced by the wretched creatures of such a barbaric demon.

The chamber began to fill with equines of a myriad of different sizes, shapes, colours and consistencies. Centaurs with a variety of demonic upper bodies clomped around, the mass of demonic equines filling in like some simplified arena. Orobas and the still-transforming creature between his legs had headed towards a large throne; Archon followed them, being offered a smaller chair that the host demon created with a raise of his hand. The large fiery pit in the middle sealed shut, the edges closing over fusing together imperceptibly.

Jay's focus shifted: from out of the massive, seemingly infinite crowd of demonic horses came one particular one with a mane of green fire, and a similar fiery whip for a tail: it matched Jay in size, but its many scars suggested it had seen many battles. It was much more muscular, and Jay felt himself being attracted to the heavy sack that swayed under its belly.

Suddenly, Jay felt a shuddering reverberation echoing through the room; the equines all fell silent, and his opponent charged at him.

Jay waited until the last moment he dared, then lowered his head, raising the stallion leaping to attack up higher then it had intended. Opening his jaw, Jay bit at the end of the other horse's sheath, just as he felt a front hoof smack into the side of his face.

Jay twisted; the other horse slid off him. Wasting no time, Jay leaped in, teeth bared and his own hooves raised. His eye winced as the fiery mane burst into a huge fireball. Jay's face steamed for a few seconds, his body's natural abilities to heal not working fast enough to beat.

The demonic stallions bodies slammed into each other. Hooves smashed into each other, or against bony limbs or tearing into thick flesh. Jay's body was lashed by the burning whip-tail of his opponent.

Jay's consciousness was struck back; his ears suddenly filled with sounds, stretched and distorted; like his head was tuning into a radio station. His body continued to fight, though the sounds made it harder to concentrate.

"Where am I?" he heard. A young, scared, unfamiliar voice.

Then Dion voice, traced with the seductive undertones of Archon's came next: "My master's domain; normally he invites subjects in himself, but he has blessed me with the opportunity to-"

A smack to the face brought Jay's mind back into the fight; one eyelid forced shut, Jay had to twist to keep his opponent in sight. The other demonic horses had started neighing and stomping in support for their comrade, and with such a multitude yelling it was hard enough to think straight let alone concentrate with the interruptions in his own head.

Moaning interrupted him next; Eater was apparently not done with the soul of the thug from the park, who once freed from his old body seemed more than happy to be sexually pleasured by another male. Jay snorted mentally; this wasn't helping him concentrate. After all, Archon expected him to defeat him, right?

The burning whip-tail was suddenly around his throat; Jay felt himself being dragged along, the floor not giving any support to his scrambling hooves.

"I'm losing!" Jay thought panickedly. He tried to push back into his brain; only to feel a warm goo wrap around his thoughts.

His mind was suddenly filled with the rest of his plan; he heard his master's voice informing him, "You needed to believe you could win; Orobas would have noticed, and I didn't want to put you at any risk. You've taken enough of a beating; submit and our trap will be baited and ready."

Jay nodded; he let his body sag, dutifully following behind the dragging of his opponent; the fiery horse released him from his tail. Jay turned around, raising his tail.

A loud cry of victory slammed into his head, just as the other stallion roughly landed on his back, viciously probing the thick, wide head of an equine cock against Jay's nether quarters. "Submit," it commanded, "submit to your new master."

Jay, feigning weakness, mentally whinnied through the hazy barrier Archon had taught him to construct between his consciousness and his mind, "I submit to you and my new master." Jay felt himself eagerly going along with things: having been teased by his master, fondled and groped by Orobas, and surrounded by a lot of physically attractive - though mentally repulsive - demonic horses, his body was primed, and his thick erection was already slapping his belly in eagerness. He relaxed his sphincter.

The other stallion eventually got close enough to slide in; it was not gentle, ramming up straight to the hilt, biting down on Jay's neck as it thrust in and out haphazardly. Jay whinnied in pain, but it didn't last too long: his comparatively sex-starved body ached, and a growing pool of lubricant oozed from the pendulum-swinging of his tip.

Inside, he felt Orobas' champion's seed squirting out: the other stallion did not seem to require much time to get off. His insides were coated with the green ooze, slowly filling him with a sickly warmness that his body wanted to both fight against and embraced. Jay felt his head going dizzy; between the arousing feeling of another demonic stallion on his back, fucking him satisfyingly - the stallion had a thick cock that filled Jay very nicely, and pushed him in all the right places - and the effect of Orobas' spreading influence through and into his body. The rim of his ass burned from friction, from being stretched so much and from the seed dripping out, sliding down his rear flanks and trailing down the inside of his legs.

Jay enjoyed being a horse, but he did miss having hands at times like this: the satisfaction of wrapping your hands around a thick piece of meat wasn't something he'd get to experience regularly, let alone having it be around his own. But he was a demon now, and he had different techniques for self-pleasuring now.

Warm waves pulsed along his leaking, flailing length, starting from the shaft, sliding up to the tip and back again, growing tighter and tighter as his cock strained full and thick. Jay's sphincter tightened, pulling the other stallion's cock back inside, holding him in the right place to exert the most pressure.

He suddenly hit the right spot; Jay whinnied and threw his head back, the other stallion biting down harder, pulling backwards and causing both stallions to rear up at once. Jay's seed was heavy and thick, splurting out in a heavy, thick glob, followed by a few large, wet strands. A satisfied calm permeated through both Jay's body and his consciousness.

With a forceful wrench, the other stallion pulled out, a wet trail of semen connecting Jay's ass to the other's cock for a moment before breaking. Jay's neck hung down, beaten but contented. Deep inside his consciousness, he smiled contentedly.

"A pleasing little dalliance," he heard Orobas say to Archon, "but now you will have to go searching for another mount."

"It will be a long walk back to my domain," Archon sighed.

Jay saw through his master's eyes again: the humanity of the young man who had been pleasuring Orobas was gone; a small, but already growing demonic horse replacing his body and mind. It cantered away as its new master and Jay's stood up together.

"Be brave, my steed," Archon told Jay across the distance.

"I will, my master," Jay replied.

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