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The Man on the Hill For Heru By Draconicon

Michael couldn't help adjusting the wings of his Pegasus costume as he and his friends started making their way up the hill. Even at the base, the incline was very steep, and he was pretty sure that the climb would only get worse the further that they went. He was definitely regretting going the whole way and getting hooves to go along with his costume.

He was hardly the only one having difficulty, though. Both Nathan and James were panting as they went along, their costumes - a big panther mascot thing and a hell hound respectively - weighing them down heavily. The only one of their group that didn't seem to be having problems was Greg, and that was because he was wearing something that was meant to be walked around in. Some sort of professionally designed shit or something.

Shoulda paid the bucks for that, rather than hoof shoes, Michael thought as he leaned against the railing on the side of the driveway. They weren't even halfway up and he was starting to feel tired.

"Why are we going here, anyway?"

Rolling his eyes, he looked back at Nathan. Of course, he couldn't actually see him, what with the giant head and everything, but he glared anyway.

"You know why. Old man Tate's been up there for years. Nobody goes up there."

"Uh huh. So why are we?"

"Because if he's a half decent guy, he's probably got more candy than the rest of the block."

His friends groaned en-masse, but he knew that they wanted it as much as he did. Despite them all being in college now, there was more than a bit of a kid in all of them. The sweet tooth hadn't died, and neither had the idea of going around in costume to get all the candy they could. He knew that, despite the costs of getting good costumes, they'd all come out ahead on the deal instead of going to get the candy they wanted.

So he kept walking, and the other guys kept following. Tuning out Nathan and James' complaining was easy enough, particularly with Greg walking beside him and keeping his spirits up. His feathered friend chuckled as they got closer and closer to the big manor on top of the hill.

"Think any of the rumors are true?"

"What, that he's some sort of ghost or something? Nah, that's impossible."

"I dunno. I mean, my dad says that he's been living there since he was a kid, and grandpa says the same thing."

"Yeah, well, they're messing with you. Nobody stays in the same place that long and still gets around like Tate does."

"Yeah...maybe."

Greg fell silent for a moment, then chuckled.

"But hey, at least we'll have stories for everyone else back at college tomorrow. We can say we were up here. Nobody else can say that, can they?"

"Heh, no they can't."

The hill sloped upwards a little harder towards the end of the driveway, and Michael couldn't help but think that Tate didn't drive anything anymore. No matter what kind of vehicle he might have, there was no way that it would handle that slope without having a big chance of giving out. Hell, that slope would have given San Francisco drivers a test for their driving abilities, let alone anyone used to flat ground.

Still, at least they'd finally reached the top. Michael groaned, having to lean against the railing to catch his breath, and so did everyone else. As they relaxed, he looked up at the house, and took in the sights.

It wasn't much. The Pegasus-costumed student had expected more of a haunted house vibe, but the place just looked...well, not great, but it was fairly normal. A little run-down in areas, with a few holes in the roof that he could see, but overall in good enough repair. Much bigger than any old man needed on his own, though.

And why he has a pool open this late in the year, I'd never guess, he thought as he looked to the side of the house. He shook his head, groaning as he pulled himself together and back to his feet.

"Alright. Everyone ready?"

The other three nodded, though they grumbled at the same time. Particularly Nathan, though that might have been all the padding around the head making one grumble echo around a lot. Either way, they were ready.

Putting on a smile beneath his mask, he led the group up to the door and rang the doorbell. He pulled out the bag at his hip, and held it open as he waited.

At first, there was only silence, but then he heard the sound of a heavy thud inside of the house. It was followed by another, then another, getting closer and closer to the door. He flinched at the sound, looking back at his friends. They were glancing back and forth, looking back down the hill.

"Nobody run. Come on, we're here. It's just one old guy; even if the stories are true, there's no way that he can do anything."

"Yeah, but -"

"But nothing. Just stay where you are. We'll be fine."

And besides, the thuds were quieting down. It wasn't like they were getting further away, but it was like they were becoming more like regular footsteps. Maybe they'd imagined the heaviness and the volume of the earlier sounds? Maybe.

The door creaked open, revealing a surprisingly middle aged man. He smiled at them, looking from one to another, and chuckled.

"Aren't you boys a little old to be trick or treating?"

Michael blushed, even though there was no lecturing sort of tone to the old man's voice. It was more like a bemused chuckle that was under each word. Before he could answer, the old man - Tate, he guessed, though he looked much younger than the legends - stepped to the side.

"Come in, come in. I'll get you your candy, but I think you need a rest after that long climb."

Heh, well, at least you know how steep your hill is.

Michael stepped inside, and Greg joined him pretty eagerly. The other two followed with some obvious reluctance, but he would bet that they just wanted a place to sit down. Hell, he wanted the same thing.

Gesturing for them to follow him, the old man led them down the main hall.

"I'm sorry for the inconvenience of the hill. I moved here when they were still planning on construction down near the bottom, and I was promised that it would be more...lively. I guess they never delivered on that, did they?"

Michael shook his head, unable to help looking around. The walls were surprisingly vibrant with color, the wood paneled walls highly polished and the art on them looking like something out of the high quality foreign galleries. He swore that he saw something from a famous painter way back when. If only he could remember the name...

Tate brought them to his sitting room, and got them all comfortable before walking over to a cabinet.

"You know, youngsters, I've always wanted to have some visitors. But everyone is so determined to stay away. You, in the Super Eagle suit; why haven't you come back around?"

Michael blinked as he looked over at Greg, but his friend looked as confused as he did.

"But...I've never been here before. Nobody -"

"You haven't? But - ooooh. By chance, was there someone named Winston in your family?"

"...Yeah, but he was my great-great-grandfather. He's been dead for over 50 years."

"Heh. An old man's mistake. You look like him, though."

The four of them looked back and forth as Tate fumbled around in the closet. There was no way that was possible. Tate looked like he was in his early forties at the very oldest. How in the world would he know someone that had been dead ten years longer than he'd been alive? That was impossible.

Just as he was starting to think that they should leave, Tate turned around, holding out a massive bowl of candy. There was so much in it that even all four of them working together couldn't have carried it all away. Their jaws dropped in unison, and the older man chuckled at them.

"Didn't think I would have so much, boys? I told you, I was hoping for visitors. Here."

He threw each of them a piece of chocolate.

"Start with that; I'm sure that you'll enjoy the taste, and maybe you'll be tempted to come up here again."

Michael blinked at it. The golden wrapper seemed a bit much for a single piece of chocolate, but then again, Tate was rumored to be particularly wealthy. He glanced at the others, and was a little surprised to see them all unwrapping their candy already. Even Greg, for all his confusion, had gotten the little sweet unwrapped and popped it in his mouth.

Well, we did come here for candy, he thought as he did the same. As soon as the chocolate hit his tongue, he felt it start to melt. Michael let out a soft groan as the wonderful sweetness exploded over his tongue, flooding his mouth with a purity of chocolate that he had never had before.

"Mmmmm."

All four of them made the same sound, and kept making it even as Tate chuckled at them.

"Looks like the recipe is still a success. Go on. Savor it. It's something you won't have a chance to do again for a while."

He was quite happy to do that. Leaning back in his chair, he held the chocolate in his mouth, running his tongue over it and enjoying the flowing, melting feeling of it. The sweetness was just mind-blowing, and he couldn't help but grin as wide as he possibly could. If he could get Tate to tell him the brand of chocolate, he'd have to really work hard to avoid spending his whole student loan on getting more of it.

Still...there was something weird about it. Despite sucking on it for almost a minute, it seemed like it was still just as big as when he'd popped it into his mouth. The chocolate wasn't shrinking, at least, not enough for him to feel.

And he was getting warmer.

Michael groaned, reaching up with one hand to adjust his costume. He fumbled around, trying to find one of the openings around the neck, and for some reason, starting to giggle when he couldn't find it. For some reason, its disappearance struck him as incredibly funny. He kept chuckling even as he opened his eyes, looking down to try and find it.

Instead, he found a completely smooth chest, with no sign of where the costume head had laid over the rest of the ensemble.

He blinked, but he couldn't quite feel scared. He couldn't even feel startled, for that matter. Instead, he started giggling again, running his hands around the smooth furry area - and feeling a surprising amount of sensation from his hand on his chest - and seeing where it must have gone to.

As he fumbled around for some sort of zipper or opening, he caught sight of the others doing the same out of the corners of his eyes. More than that, he could see that they were developing something of a bulge, as well.

Normally he would have looked away from that. This time...well, this time he couldn't help but giggle and smile. He almost wished that he was sitting on a couch, a bit like how Nathan and James were doing. Then he could join in the fun that they were having, 'helping' each other with their costumes rather than just fumbling around and -

"Mmmph."

Fumbling around and groping himself. Michael looked down at his crotch, and saw that somehow his hand had gotten distracted from reaching around to find some way out of the costume and wanted to start playing with himself. He reached down with his other hand with the full intent of moving the groping paw - hand - paw from his crotch, only to watch it slide further down between his legs.

"Hehehe...so silly."

He couldn't stop giggling. The only time the sound changed was when he moaned a little bit instead, and even that wasn't much. His fingers squeezed around his cock through his costume, while his other hand was rubbing down past his balls, almost pushing against his ass for some reason. He supposed that he was trying to find a zipper. Yeah, that's right. Just a zipper around his butt.

He felt like he'd almost found it when the stimulation from his groping suddenly got a lot better. Michael groaned, moaning as he felt his cock slip out of his costume - somehow - and into his hand. He looked down, his giggling grin getting bigger as he saw that his cock was changing, too. It was getting bigger, and several new features were coming in, like some sort of sheath or something around the base.

Heheh...what's going on? Is this real Halloween? I like it...I like it a lot.

He started fondling himself more, stroking his cock harder, and as Greg got up and walked over - his own cock hanging out and starting to throb - he reached out to help him out.

However, before he could grab at his friend's new - and oddly shaped - cock, Tate grabbed him. Michael rolled his head back, looking up at their host as Greg was sent over to the couch with the other three, joining in the mutual fondling as the costumes started to look more and more real.

Tate finally turned back to him, and smiled.

"I think you and I will be a better pairing."

For some reason, that sounded eminently reasonable. Then again, so did the idea of being able to lick his own butt, for some reason. He'd just thought it, so why not try?

Tate shook his head as the transforming Pegasus started to lean forward, trying to - from the looks of things - lick its own hindquarters. It wasn't too surprising; when people had the Substance for the first time, it tended to mess with their heads. He knew that it had played a bit of havoc with his own before he got it under control.

He pulled at the edge of the young man's chair, and it shifted beneath his fingers, stretching out until it had become more of a loveseat than an armchair. Not that his new friend noticed. He was too busy figuring out the limits of his flexibility.

Nor had the others seemed to notice that they weren't quite human anymore. The Substance had focused all of their attention in the same place that it always did. Right in their crotch. Tate remembered his own first time with it, how he'd ended up humping most of the furniture and riding a few bits of it as well. Ever since, he'd gotten much better...and he'd been at this a very long time.

Allowing the Pegasus a few minutes to find out that he couldn't, in fact, lick his own rump, Tate gradually pulled the boy's head back up until they were face-to-face. By that point, the muzzle had gone from plastic and rubber to flesh and blood, and he had little doubt that the former human liked the touch to his new body.

"May I ask your name, young man?"

"Uh, my name? I had...I think..."

"You had a name, yes. What was it?"

"Ummmm...It sounded like an angel..."

"Gabriel?"

"Nah."

"Michael?"

"Yeah, yeah, that's the one."

"Heh. Well, Michael. I think it's time that you got to see something special. Do you want to see something special?"

"Yeah, especially if it's your cock."

"Well, you'll see that in a minute. First, you should see what it's attached to."

He didn't bother reaching for the bowl of candies. After over two hundred years of feeding on it, he could invoke the transformation at will. Besides, it was a little more fun that way, and he liked the feeling of the tight clothes as he grew.

Tate barely had to think about it before the transformation began. It flowed down his body like water out of a shower faucet, and soon he was stretching the limits of his well-made suit. He groaned as it squeezed down on his shoulders, stretching his arms out to the side as scales started to appear on his fingertips. They raced up his arms, making them thicker at the same time.

As muscle followed the scales, his sleeves split apart, and his shirt followed suit. The green and gold scales left him very shimmery, and if it weren't for the fact that the trio of beasts on his couch were starting to slip into a threesome, he was pretty sure that they would have been bedazzled by his brilliance. Certainly, Michael was.

He groaned as the change went up his neck and down his legs, spreading that same thickness wherever it went. His tail began to grow out, stretching his waistband as much as his new abs and gluts did. At the same time, his face started stretching out, pulled forward by the transformation.

Tate always loved letting his true self out. It was a marvelous feeling to no longer be limited by human frailties, to be allowed to rip free of the earth and the mundanities around him. But most especially, it felt great to be so, so, so male.

His cock growing was the thing that finally burst his pants, and the draconian shaft - ridged and knotted - pushed free with a great deal of power. It grew from his modest five inches as a human to eight, ten, twelve, before finally stopping at a mind-boggling fifteen inches long. The shaft pulsed and bounced in front of the Pegasus' unbelieving eyes, and Tate recognized the signs of worship. He reached out, grabbing hold of Michael's head before he could reach down and take the cock.

He let the transformation continue, the rest of his pants ripping apart down his legs before his shoes burst from his bigger, scalier feet. The wings on his back finally unfurled, and he had finished his transformation.

"Ahhh, that's better."

"You...you..."

"I'm a dragon. And I am spectacular, aren't I?"

Michael started nodding. Whether the agreement was from the fact that he was completely hopped up on the Substance and his mind was mush, or the possibility that he had liked dragons before, didn't matter. All that mattered was that he was listening, and doing what he was told.

Settling back further on the new loveseat, the dragon spread his legs, showing off his cock to the young man.

"I think that you want this, don't you?"

"Yes...yes, I -"

"Don't worry, you'll get it. But you need to know something first."

"What?"

"You -"

Interrupted by a sudden yowl of pleasure, the dragon turned his head towards the threesome going on at the other side of the room. He saw the panther blowing his load over the eagle's face, and the eagle himself squirting all over the couch. He'd have to get that cleaned, he supposed, but he'd have resources for that. Turning back to Michael as the hell-hound started lining up for the panther's ass, he smiled.

"You'll be given all the sex you need. And I know you need a lot; I've been there. I know the feeling. You'll be a regular nymphomaniac for the next few years, you know that?"

"Yes...nymphomaniac...need...sex."

The robot voice was just a bit annoying, but he put up with it for now. It would pass before long, and then he'd be treated to a nice young man that knew what he wanted. The truth was that the Substance did produce a great sexual need at the start, but it passed quickly enough...unless the command for it to stick around was given.

"You'll get all the sex you need. And you'll pay for it by working for me."

"Working for you?"

"Yes. I need some good friends up here. Some nice looking, lovely friends that can please my eyes and keep me from being lonely. Do you think you and your friends would do it?"

"Yes!"

He grinned as the Pegasus leaped on top of him, straddling his stomach, almost. He patted the equine's thigh.

"Heh, you want it so bad?"

"I want you, master! I want to be around you, and I want you inside me."

"Heh, alright. I was going to get a contract, but I suppose a nice creampied hole will do the same thing."

"Thank you, thank you!"

"Turn around, Michael. Let me see your ass."

The Pegasus was quick to follow orders, which he was happy to see. As soon as he flicked his new tail up, though, the dragon's eyes lit up.

Tate hadn't seen such a nice pucker for years, ever since Greg's ancestor had been kind enough to come up and try a little bit of the Substance way back when. He supposed that he had gone just a little overboard back then, but it had been all in the name of love. Well, lust. Lust and sex. That had to count for something.

But even that muscled wolf rump hadn't been as appealing as this donut of a hole. He grinned as he flicked his tongue over the raised flesh, savoring the sound of the equine's moans as he teased him. He flicked his tongue back and forth, rubbing it, teasing it, making it twitch under his tongue.

And he savored the taste of the warm, sweaty flesh, too. It wasn't soaked or anything, but there was a fine taste of ass there, warm and wet with the sweat of the day. A hint of bitterness and heat came with it as well, but it was mostly the salty, masculine taste of a hot rump that filled his mouth. The dragon grinned, spreading those cheeks further, digging his fingers into the muscled, white rump as he shoved his face in.

He kissed and licked the Pegasus' hole, his lips puckering up almost as much as the pink star did. Dragging his tongue over the eager hole, he pulled it in one direction, then another, opening it, loosening it. He teased it, conditioning it to love to be touched. The Substance would react to any sort of stimulation, changing the mind that it was touching to want more and more of it.

He knew. He still had to fight the urge to get a doorknob up his ass every now and then in this form, and he blamed those first few hours for instilling him with that need.

Still, he continued licking out that ass, flicking his tongue over it for almost five minutes before finally sliding his tongue in. As soon as he managed to get the forked tips in, he knew that he had an ass slut on his hands. The way that Michael tensed up, his hole clenching down on the dragon's tongue and the feeling of the Pegasus' orgasm splattering over his chest was all the evidence he needed.

He chuckled as he slithered his tongue back out, flicking it against the young man's ass.

"Mmmm, do we have a hunger for something back there, boy?"

"S-sorry master, I couldn't hold it. I needed -"

"Oh, you're going to get what you need, boy. Turn around again."

Michael did as he was told, and again the dragon licked his lips at the treat that he was presented with. He knew that the boy would be sexy, but he hadn't thought that he would look like the sexy angel that he'd become.

The wings had grown in well, and as Michael straddled him, they spread out to their full extension. Tate wouldn't have been surprised if the boy had managed to fly with them, and with the backlight flowing over and through the feathers, they looked angelic. He was skinny, but not horribly so, and his endowment...heh, well, he must have been looking forward to more, considering how hard that horse cock was, and how big it was.

Nothing compared to a dragon cock, though. He pulled the boy back, his thick shaft bumping against that spit-slicked rump. He ground against him a few times, winking up at the former human. The tail went up, and as he pushed Michael back, he felt that hole puckering against his cock tip.

"Are you ready for me, boy?"

"Always...always, master."

"Good. Then ride my cock."

No further commands were necessary. The Pegasus lifted his hips and came down hard, swallowing the dragon's cock in one smooth motion. Tate groaned under his breath, lowering his hands to the couch so he could see how well the boy did without needing his guidance.

The truth was, he was good. Either he'd been riding cocks or toys for a while, because those hips knew how to move. A smooth glide up, a swivel to one side, before sliding back down hard. Up, down, up, down, always with a little swivel between the slides. He grinned as he felt the soft thud, thud, thud of the horse's ass slapping back against his crotch, and even more, he enjoyed the little symphony of sex going on with the threesome to their side.

He turned his head as Michael started to find his rhythm, watching as the eagle was spit-roasted between a panther and a hell-hound. The three of them humped eagerly, the eagle bouncing back and forth between one cock and the other. The dog was panting, breathing smoke and fire in his arousal, while the panther growled and fucked that face as if it was the best hole in the world.

For that matter, it might be. Tate resolved to try it sometime.

He grunted as he felt a tug at his balls, and looked up to see that Michael had grabbed them, tugging on them gently as he rode along the dragon's cock. Tate arched an eyebrow, and the Pegasus blushed.

"I want...I want your attention, master. I want to get you to cum in me, by myself."

"Heh...then let me show you how."

Now that he knew how the boy moved, it was his turn to show him what he wanted. Grabbing the equine's hips, he rammed him down hard, making Michael gasp from the sudden hard penetration. He started lifting and lowering the boy hard and fast, taking charge of the pace. There were token gasps and pleas for mercy, but it was time for the Pegasus to find out what the number one rule was.

He was the master. Michael was the bitch.

He pounded in and out, groaning and moaning in his own way, and he felt his cock starting to throb. His balls were pulling up, and as he started thrusting up to meet Michael's thrusts back, he could feel them smacking that generous rump.

And Michael wanted him. Wanted him to finish, if those squeezes on his cock and the way the boy begged were any indication.

"Please...please fill me, master. I want it. I want to feel your cum. I want it all in my ass. Let me have your mark..."

Now how can I say no to that?

Tate grinned, and pulled the boy down onto him as hard as he could. The feeling of that hot, tight ass around his cock, the way it squeezed and rubbed around his shaft, was better than anything he'd felt in years. Even in the occasions that he'd snuck down into town for a bit of fun with someone in a back alley, they'd never compared to the willing, eager pleasure that Michael gave him, and he doubted that anything ever would.

He came then, filling the boy and giving him just what he wanted. Half a gallon of powerful, musky dragon cum flooded the Pegasus' ass, filling him to the point where he had a bit of a bulge to his stomach. Not a huge one, just enough to push his own cock down, and - seemingly - enough to push him over the edge as well, considering that the dragon nearly got a face-full of cum as a result.

Making another mental note to clean up the edge of the couch as well, Tate slowly pulled the Pegasus off of his cock. The resulting stream of cum soaked one of the cushions and started streaming onto the floor, but he ignored it, stepping over to the other side of the room.

The threesome continued, but by now he could tell that all three of them had orgasmed at least a few times. At least, judging by the stains and how they were all slightly different colors and were all different scents. He could be wrong, but doubted that he was.

Tate reached down and patted each of them on the head, and he passed out the same offer that he had made to Michael, the chance to come and work for him and do what he wanted. With all the sex they'd been having, he didn't have to make the same suggestions to them of nymphomania, but just for the hell of it, he did it anyway. Four hyper-sexed young men at college wouldn't make too big a stir, and considering that they would likely be hanging out with one another, they'd have plenty of chances to get the action they wanted.

They agreed, of course. He nodded happily and patted them on the heads, giving them a little kiss on the cheek each.

"Then sleep, boys. Sleep, and return tomorrow."

It was a mark of how much the Substance listened to commands that the three fucking young men fell asleep at his instructions. They didn't even pull out of each other, just collapsed into a snoring pile. Tate chuckled, turning to give the same instruction to Michael, but the Pegasus had already drifted off.

Such pleasant boys, he thought with a shake of his head. I'll really enjoy having them around.

He knew that he'd have to get them sent back to their homes before long. It wouldn't be a problem; he had a few services that he could call on that wouldn't ask questions, and his reputation as the scary old man would keep people from poking around. As long as the boys themselves didn't decide to press charges - and with the way that they'd enjoyed themselves, he had few worries there - he would be fine.

But that would only take an hour, and the night was very young...particularly with that fine panther ass thrust up in the air, just tempting him...

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Michael woke up in his own bed the next morning, but he didn't wake up alone. He had an erection pressing up against his ass, and rather than pull away, he pushed back on it, sinking it into him.

The groan from behind was all he needed to know that it was Greg behind him, and the human chuckled.

"Still hard from...from..."

Why would Greg have been hard? As his friend woke up and slammed in harder, though, he remembered. The nymphomania. That was it. He, Greg, Nathan, and James had all been assigned the same dorm because they all suffered from it. Him, least of all, but still enough that he was happy to have them. Otherwise, how could they ever think enough to pursue their education?

He was really getting into it, enjoying the feeling of that cock pounding into his ass, when his phone rang. Michael groaned, reaching for it, but lit up as soon as he saw the name on it.

"Hey, calm down. It's Mr. Tate."

"Oh, tell him I said hi, and ask if I can get a night shift later."

"Sure."

He tapped the button on his phone and smiled.

"Hello - mmph - Mr. Tate."

"Heh. Hello, Michael. It sounds like you and one of your friends are having a fun morning. Which one is it?"

"Greg, sir."

"I half-expected it to be Nathan, but fair enough. Listen, could the four of you come up after your last class today? I could use some help getting the upstairs of the house in order. There's a number of rooms that need cleaning, and I'll have more treats for you waiting when you get here."

"Treats?"

"More of the chocolate."

Just the thought of it was enough to get him grinning.

"We'll be there! Promise!"

"Heh, such a good boy. I'll see you then."

Their boss hung up, and the pair of them rolled over. Michael put the phone to the side as Greg's eager thrusts got faster and harder, and he knew that neither of them were getting out of bed until the big guy had finished. Once started, there was no stopping it.

But that was fine. He needed a bit of lube back there, for...for...

He wasn't sure what, but he felt that he'd need it, and it was better not to question it.

The End