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Brandon opened his eyes to see a dark forest — dark enough for him to see mere inches before him but not any further. Occasional breezes brushed against the crowd of leafless trees. He could’ve sworn he was sleeping on his bed a minute ago. But now here he was laying on the stack of dead leaves. Where was he? Rubbing his eyes, chills shocked down his spine. He could hear something behind him. Not words. But footsteps and growls. He glanced back. Aside from the vast dead trunks, nothing seemed to be there. The sounds, however, didn’t stop. Ok, he had to get out of here. Fast. The path before him was clear — a straight clear path down with the trees by the side. Without thinking much, he took strides down. His eyes adjusted to the darkness. Gusts of wind soon came up from behind him. As if it was pushing him towards the location. And although he couldn’t see it, specifically, he could feel someone or something was watching him. Staring him down with each step along the way. His heartbeat was deafening. Thoughts were muffled under instincts as he increased his pace to a sprint. Then it stopped once he hit a crossroads. Everything stopped. Winds stopped blowing. Footsteps behind him stopped tracing behind him. Even the strange feeling that he was being watched subsided. All that remained was the darkness and the strange liminal space he was in. Leaning closer in, he adjusted his glasses to spot a sign. Crimson ink wrote within the wooden sign: ‘No Escape.’ Great. Brandon sighed. The fuck was wrong with this place? Why was he even here? And how should he escape here? He tapped against the ground, prepared to sit down. Alright, great this was a saf- His thoughts were interrupted as a sudden howl of wind came behind. Pairs of crimson eyes illuminated between the trunks. Staring at him. Watching him. Words now being spelled out by the letters in soft hushed tones. ‘YOU WANTED THIS.’ He wanted this? This nightmare? What the hell were these creatures saying? Pinching himself, Brandon met with an unsettling realization when the pain settled in. This was not a mere dream. He stomped onto the ground, facing the eyes. Below his torso, he was trembling; but tremble as he might, he had to settle with these beings. “I had enough of this! Send me back or el-” He choked on his words upon hearing laughter spreading within the woods. A feminine voice began speaking. Not from outside. Child, think back. Brandon scanned around him. The same dead trees brushed against one another from the wind. “W-where are you? Reveal yourself!” Up in the skies yet beneath the dirt is where I hide. But that isn’t important. One look at me and you’ll go mad. The crimson eyes retreated back. Who was this woman? And just how did she scare them off? Back to more important things, I would like to remind you that you summoned us all. Brandon blinked. Summoned… That word sounded familiar. Like at the tip of his tongue, he couldn’t pin point where he heard that term. You entered our realm. Trampled our prison. Tore our seals. And now we have come to repay our debts. “Wh…what do you want? It’s a mistake, alright?” Scenes of his past flashed back in his mind. It was late at night. Right after the party, he was drunk and he just took a short cut within the woods. Some way or another, he found himself face to face with a little shrine. Still well maintained without specks of dust, a sign hung above it, claiming that if one were to break the shrine, misfortune would be summoned on them. And in his drunk state, he tore each of them off. One by one. Giggling to himself before stepping on the shrine and shattering the glass all around. His head throbbed. Fuck… He even had fun crushing it all. In his eyes, they were like toys for him to break. What do we want? Well, if you’re asking, we’ll take your body to manifest in real life. Alas, we’re not devils, we will let you choose your fate. Merely continue forward down the path and decide from there. “Wait… what if I don-” His words were cut off, before realizing he had been teleported to a crossroads. Three paths revealed themselves — one left, one right and stairs going up. A sign hung from one of the threes with arrows pointing at them. The left path was labelled as ‘Gluttony’ with chilly air escaping; Brandon could hear faint growls. Growls and the smell of feral musk. While the right was labelled as ‘Wrath’, blood dripped onto the floor. Laughter echoed through the woods. Lastly, the stairs had been labelled as ‘Pride’. Glancing up, stars twinkled back in the far horizon. But on closer inspection, they were eyes. Big cosmic eyes that blinked back at him. Oh shit. He wasn’t going to get possessed. This was all a mistake. He was drunk that day for crying out loud! Turning back, he saw the blank dark void. There… Wait… Where were the woods? The dark atmosphere. Now choose, Brandon. Pick which path to take. “What if I don’t then?” I suppose that’s fine. Then we’ll see who can outlast. And when your corpse is laid here, you’ll be the perfect vessel for us all. Another shiver went down his spine. He really fucked up this time, didn’t he? Alternatively, my other friends would like to introduce themselves to you. Of course through eating your flesh in whole. She snapped. A bunch of crows soon emerged from the void, all of them with teeth within their beaks, eager to chomp down on his skin. He wasn’t going to die like this, right? He turned back to the cross roads. I’ll even give you a five second headstart. Starting from now. One. Brandon began to run. Instincts took over as he dashed towards the right path. Sweat dripped from his neck with the crimson blood crawling up to his shoes. Maniacal laughter echoed with flames burning ablaze all around him. Was this actual hell? The dark forest had turned into a fiery hellscape with gory scenes all around him. He covered his mouth, and headed back from where he came from. There probably was a better choi-fucking dammit! Before him was an endless path of flames with no connection to that nightmare forest that he had just entered. Sulfuric scents infiltrated his nostrils accompanied by blood and laughter. He was still distressed. Distressed enough to not even notice the eyes staring right at him. One of the creatures lunged forward. Straight towards him for possession. Unfortunately, a smaller, weaker demon had the same idea and merged into his body first. Its crackles caused Brandon to glance around, finding what demon was hunting after up. A warm surge followed up, rushing down his spine, causing him to be nauseated. His whole world spun around with his steps unsteady. Covering his mouth tighter, he felt his skin was off. Like a strange dissonance between his body and himself. Just before he was about to puke, his nose dripped blood out. Fuck… What was even happening to him? As he fell to the hot burning floor, his vision blurred into darkness before he woke up with cold sweat dripping from his shirt. On the floor now, he turned to flip his hands and legs. He was… Alive? What about that bullshit about possession or something? He scratched his head, figuring out it was just a vivid nightmare. Yeah, must be those edibles that he had last night. Oh, I can assure you darling, they were all very real. He shrieked. Scanning around the room, he tried to find the source of the voice. He didn’t even realize that his own voice had risen in pitch. By a note or two. Oh darling, you won’t find me. Well… I can’t find myself? Gah, this is a bit confusing. “Where the hell are you?” He shouted, scratching his new pale pink hair. “Wha-” Inside your body dear. I’ll explain it this way, alright? I am now possessing you but because I’m so weak, I can’t fully possess you. So I need a trigger and what better trigger is there for a clown like us than a little prank. He tightened his grip on himself. There was an actual demon inside him. One that’s talking about taking over his body… Fucking hell. Don’t be such a party pooper, Brandon. You won’t entirely lose yourself, it will be fun~ “Shut up! Get the hell away from m-” Name’s Laftty by the way. Well, your name is going to be that. Anyways, if you get pranked by anyone, you’ll slowly turn into me. Forever. Pink hair. Nice tits. Firm hooves with a tail that can stretch forever! It's gonna be fun! “W…Why are you telling me this?” It’s funnier to see you fail at preventing this. Duh. You really are a stiff guy, aren’t ya? “Look, why don’t yo-” “Dude, who are you talking to?” His roommate, Mark, knocked on the door. “Also nice hair. You want a fur suit to go along with your pinkie pie cos-” Brandon rolled his eyes. How was he going to explain that he was being possessed by some demon inside of him? “Look Mark, it's a long story.” “Long story? I just didn’t think you were a brony dude,” He said,” Also did your voice get higher in pitch?” The man thought about it for a second. Naturally, it would be terrible for him to accidentally get pranked one day and turn into whatever demon Laftty was. Hence, he needed to tell the truth and show Mark about his new ‘condition’. But… Mark loved making fun of him. It was just the relationship they had. Poking fun at one another and just being douches together. Yet, this was his life. His life was at stake from some weird ass demon. “Ok, Mark. Just keep an open mind and let me explain myself.” “Uhuh, what is it? You’re actually a brony.” “No wh-look.” He pointed at the chair. “Take a seat. This will be a long one.” After explaining his vivid dream and said demon in him, Mark nodded along. He had a solemn face throughout and gave genuine concern towards him. Maybe… Maybe this wouldn’t be too bad. Mark definitely was taking this seriously and maybe, this would all blow over. Yeah, maybe the demon wouldn’t come out at all. And he could live his life as per normal — none of that nonsense about possession or demonic entities. “Any questions, Mark?” He tilted his head to the right before gulping. “Damn dude, I didn’t think you’re going through this much. This demon… Does it hurt for you to move around or anything? Do you need me to get an exorcist or something like that?” “I think I’m fine for now. But yeah, that would be nice.” “Alright, I’ll be going off now. Gotta hit the gym and process what you just said. Say one last thing, how scary is this demon?” Brandon’s eyes twitched a little. To be fair, he had not seen Laftty before. “I mean… I think she’s a clown? With pink long hair and is a ma-” “Interesting. You should get some rest man, I’ll see you tomorrow.” Mark walked out midway. Brandon stretched his arms out, smiling about how accepting Mark was. See, it was just that easy. Be honest and everything would fall into place. All this time however, Laftty had a little suspicion that her time was coming much faster than Brandon could’ve expected. The day went on as per usual. Brandon scrolled through the web, trying to find ways to exorcise the demon, only to find out that he needed to get an expert on this. Unfortunately, for the broke college kid, he didn’t have money to afford it. Yawning, Brandon checked his phone. Almost ten at night already. Man, this demon shit was whack. He knocked himself a couple times on his head, asking why the hell did he have to get so drunk yesterday. Still though, it was high time for a break. He got up with his singlet and loose boxers, going straight to their shared washroom for a piss. His mind still wondered about this whole demonic situation and how he ended up in this spot. While he was doing his business however, Mark took the time to wrap plastic tape by the door. A classic prank. Of course, Brandon was making shit up. This brony probably only wanted some peace of mind from these pranks and thus made this whole fake story up. Like demons weren’t real. And even if they were real, he would much rather have that than a lame asshole like Brandon. With the prank set in place, Mark peeked from behind one of the walls; his hands shivered while his eyes stared intensely at that golden spot. Finally, it happened. Brandon slammed himself into the plastic sheet; his eyes darted around as he took down the plastic sheet in fury. How? Why? Mark? Didn’t he agree to this sh-Guess you lose Brandon. He gripped against his head. That same feeling returned. The one where he felt off about his whole body. Glancing to the right, he spotted his friend, laughing by the floor. As though influenced by it, he too began laughing. Louder and louder. It was coming. The sudden sweat dripped down from his neck as his body grew warmer. Glaring back at Mark, he asked, “Why? Why the hel-” “Cause a sexy demon girl is better than you obviously. Imagine all the sex we could have instead of your lame ass.” Was he serious? Seriously going to let his own roommate and friend be fully replaced by some demon. Brandon glanced back at his normal hand. He could still stop this. Somehow. He rushed back to his room. The demon’s voice had gone completely silent. That was a good sign, right? Scrolling down on his laptop, he tried to contact those exorcists, only for Mark’s hand to grab against his shoulders. “Mark! Stop!” “Aww Brandon, don’t be so scared. I’m sure you’ll have fun as that demon.” A sudden pop exploded. And in that swift moment, his bones had merged together, making his six foot of height down to five foot and a half. His shoulder now shrunk likewise with his own sharper jawline fluffing up with pink fur. Fur with similar hair color as his hair. “Mark! Look what have you fucking done to me! Do you hate me this much?” Brandon squirmed with his friend directly behind him. They used to be the same height but now he had to look up at his bigger body. Fuck! How was he going to escape this now? “Now, now, bitch, this is for your own good.” Though his words were firm, a part of him couldn’t believe that the story was true. That his roommate was becoming a demon. All the better for him, he reckoned. Better be a demon than a drunk wreck who couldn’t do anything right. Plus, who was going to say no to having amazing sex with a female succubus? “Just let the changes come.” “I…I…” His clothes burnt up, leaving him naked and vulnerable. Squeaking, he covered up his privates, only noticing how hard he was. Fucking hell! When he became the demon and if Laftty hadn’t got his mind, he was going to kill him. Fucking horny bastard! Despite his mostly normal appearance, he felt strange. Strange on the inside. Like he could stretch and bend to any lengths. Or that his mind had crazy ideas running around, all built around creating things out of nowhere. He shook his head. Fucking damn it! He wasn’t going to be a demon tod- A grope of his nipples made the changing man weak to his knee. “Just helping you out hun.” “Well then don’t!” He winced a little from the sudden pain down his rear. And there it formed out against Brandon’s tailbone — just a little nudge out of his skin. Fur covered the region slightly. “Oh, what’s this?” Mark’s eyes raised, loosening his grip on Brandon’s shoulders. In that split moment, the changing man rushed out and spun towards the door. “Where do you think you’re going, honey?” Grabbing onto his arm tightly till his nails dug into them, Brandon still kept pushing forward, feeling the strain on his arm. His arm stretched out, like there were no bones within them. Mark noticed this and pulled him back in one tug. Similar to a rubber band, his arm snapped and thus, Brandon fell back to his roommate’s chest. Frustration grew within him. Enough of this shit! “Fuck right off, Mark! I don-” Brandon slapped against his hand, caressing against his still flat ass. “Hands off me!” Mark pushed Brandon’s hand with ease. All of his attention fixated at that edge. If what he was thinking was right… “Shush, you’ll be happier like this.” “Bul-” Mark pulled against the little bone poking out of his ass, stretching it longer and longer with braids of pink fur. It lashed around violently with Brandon clutching against his head. Laughing. “Hahahaha! Happier? You mean Harp-pier, right? Hahaha!” Memories of his past swirled and fused together. Something about an animation studio shutting down and how he was born. No, she was born? He was born with his parents, wasn’t he? Human par-a ritual? His eyes blinked in repetition on and on with Mark feeling the first sense of fear… “The hell is happening to you?” Bending his head all the way back, a wide smile grinned into Mark’s eyes. His tail sharpened by the edges, slashing against Mark’s arms and causing small wounds with blood dripping out of them. “Hehehehe…” His voice now was way higher in pitch, stretching out his words and raising his pitch. His eyes blinked in repetition at Mark. “So I have to thank you for all of th-this! Hahahaah!” Mark was still processing what was happening to his former friend… only to shrug it off. She was taking over soon anyway. Might as well enjoy the process. Stepping back, he brushed against his pink fur. “Hello there, sweetheart.” Immediately, it was responded with a slap to the face, causing him to fall to the ground. Mark glared back at the smaller man; his hands were thrice as large as before with his arms bending like they were made of rubber. “Get lost, Mark! I… I can’t keep this in!” “In? Why in? You’re prettier like this, you know that?” He smirked back. “Just be more demon slut for me, alright?” “Oh, I’ll be your slut!” His head stretched forward, being mere inches away from Mark’s own face, blood spilling out from the top of his skull, as if something was growing out. The blood dripped down his face and onto Mark’s shirt. Crimson red that slowly darkened. “Hahahah! Gah!” He pulled back. Shaking his head, Brandon’s own memories were swirling once more. Though difficult, he still could remember himself in the haze. Remember how he grew up and how he was always a human. Not some demon pony girl that just wanted carnage and… and blood… and sadistically torture people… Like this bastard down there who had cursed him to… Laughing louder, his tail slashed against Mark. This time, however, it missed and tore his shirt apart. Mark tried to grab onto it but failed miserably, earning himself a few more wounds around his wrist. All were still shallow papercuts that Mark didn’t mind. He glanced back to the changing man, only for his heart to skip a beat. The laughter stopped. In its place was Brandon’s whimpering. His hands grabbed against his rounder face, forcefully twisting the fur around it. A mixture of tears and blood streamed down his cheeks. One of his eyeballs fell out of its eyesocket but instead turned around to see his face as a whole. His changing face. Intense pain choked out Brandon’s thoughts and words. It was akin to a migraine with three spots on his skull, protruding perpendicularly upwards. No, this wasn’t some migraine. Felt like knives were cutting him from within his body. And the blood was only seeping faster and faster down to his feet. He could see it. Could see what a freak he was becoming. How he had pink fur and hair like a woman but with those horns growing out. He could only admit that he was becoming a demon. A demon that wanted this pain to be shared. Shared with anyone and everyone. His whimpers morphed into gasps of air. They were pushing out, bit by bit, inch by inch. Even Mark couldn’t move from this scene. This horrific scene that was happening before his eyes. Along the way however, smaller minor changes assisted alongside. His normal human ears sharpened up and pushed beside his new horns. They twitched and fluttered akin to an animal in distress. Though his hearing had gotten better, he still couldn’t hear a sound from the overwhelming pain. For that was all the man knew, squatting down as he prayed for this to end. Thoughts of carnage became clearer to him. Oh, the joy of inflicting such pain onto anyone he wanted. Why must he be the only one suffering? One his eyes glared back at Mark’s stiffened expression. What joy would it be to torture him? Finally, as his new metaphorical crown was bestowed upon him, his mouth began to arch up into a smile. A wide grin despite the tears. “Hahahaha! Oh, finally, I feel at home!” “Brandon, are you there?” “Look what the fuck have you done to me!” His hands immediately pulled his friend’s shirt, stretching out with ease and staring down. “I have horns. I have fur. And I’m going to become a fucking woman. And it’s all because of tee-hee, you!” Fur now crept up onto Brandon’s torso. Thick, fluffy and rough. It now leaned more towards purple than pink. A sudden pain forced him to release Mark as he succumbed to scratching himself. Fuck! Why was everything so… sensational? Mark merely yawned. “Where are your tits, man? I wanted a slut not for you to be tweaking out like this.” “Oh, you want tits? I’ll get them for you in no tim-” His hand started moving towards his groins before the other one slapped it away. “Cut it out! I’m the one in control! Not you!” “You certainly sound like a girl now,” He scoffed. “So when will this all end?” “End? You’re supposed to change me back!” His tail finally listened to him, making deeper cuts onto the half naked man. His own fists slammed against the floor weakly. “W…Why did you do this to me? I… I swear, didn’t you believe me?” “No, I did.” “Then why?” He covered his mouth before his voice rose in pitch again. “Hehehehe and you just couldn’t hell-p yourself to getting me, didn’t you?” Brandon’s body now awkwardly stood up. His centre of balance drastically dropped as his toes merged between one another. Forking out in the middle, a small little gap was left between hardening nails. Eventually, it became hooves. Equine hooves like what Laftty had foretold. He jerked forward before jerking back with each step closer to the mirror. Somehow, he had to wipe off his tears. These falling tears and bloody wounds. Just for that sense of normalcy. He was human. But it only grew harder, falling to the floor, right outside of the washroom. Mark obviously followed behind, ready to pounce onto his target. All those little wounds weren’t going to deter him from getting that pussy. As the saying goes, the crazier they are, the hotter they will be. His hands squished against his ass. Knowing now how toon-like Brandon was, Mark pulled it out slightly, seeing his flat ass now curving into a bouncy shape. The fallen man couldn’t help but cry. “Mark! Stop! Please! I don’t want to change!” His voice choked with tears but Mark didn’t care. The next place was targeting his hips. Widening them out further, his ass finally became juicy enough to watch them jiggle. Brandon’s personality switched back with his tail now slashing at his face. This time, deep enough to give Mark some scars. He glanced back at Mark, adjusting his balance before running back to him. “I must say, you hit quite the Mark, didn’t you?” “Aww, it's noth-Ouch!” Mark now stepped back to the corridors, feeling a sharp pain to his liver. His hands had inflated up, jabbing into his liver. Brandon blinked back before shaking his head. “Fuck me. I can’t control it. I… I…” He rushed back to the washroom, now staring into his reflection. There were actual horns on his face. Horns that only a demon would have. His body trembled in fear with him scanning his body. Fuck… All of his skin was covered in purple fur with his cock being the only one spared. Not to mention, her influence was growing stronger. Just looking into the mirror, he wanted to laugh. To joke and laugh about his appearance. His tail was there to assist however… Without noticing, his tail smacked powder onto his face, whitening his face. Coughing, Brandon grabbed onto his tail in frustration. This! This wasn’t supposed to be on him! He then pulled against it but only felt more pain. Splashing water to himself only made the blood and tears wear off. His white clown face was permanently affixed to it. He pinched himself. He applied soap to his new fur. He tried to apply a cleaner but nothing worked. His tail now continued its assault. Next, it began applying some lotion against his cheeks, brightening it up as red spots. Brandon blushed harder; his hands had to wrestle with his disobedient tail but failed to do so. Especially when his hands stopped working for some reason. Meanwhile, Mark stood up and groped against his ass once more. Massaging it fully. A soft moan escaped from Brandon as the man’s own body began to disobey him. With one final act of desperation, Brandon’s tears fell like a stream on a river. “Mark, please… Help me… I don’t want to die. I… I’ll do anything for you. You can ta-” “Die? Nonsense. You’ll be a pretty demon girl after all of this. So just enjoy your clown make up now, Brandon.” His tail continued to stretch out his eye lashes. His once black pupil brightened to a pink shade while the white space around it darkened completely. He was becoming a demon and he couldn’t do a single thing about this. Pink hair continued to stretch further down to the ground. The ends of his hair braided up and intertwined between one another to form a sharp tip at the back. And like magic, it began poking around at Mark’s body, acting as his second tail. Mark didn’t mind this too much. It was clunkier than the other tail especially. But… What he did mind was how boring Brandon was. Where was that demon side in him? The one that flirted against him previously… “Come on, Brandon. Let’s just be happy about it and just fuck already.” “Happy? About wh-Heheeheh like I'm happy right now?” He turned his neck 180 degrees back and smiled. The make up emphasized how creepy Brandon was now but aren’t all demons supposed to be creepy. “I’m going to butch-Stop t-Sleep together and we’ll hav-Get out of my he-” Brandon’s eyes just kept blinking. Over and over again. Each time it blinked, their personalities switched. But the more they switched, the longer his neck grew as it tried to reach up to Mark’s eye level. “We’ll have so much fu-Fuck off!” His tail was finishing up the changes onto his face. Permanently adding on to blue eyeliner and replacing his boring nose with a bright red one. One that could be squeezed to light up. Meanwhile, Brandon’s mind was going through a lot more torment. Memories of being a demon after a ritual by some indie animation companies were flooding in. Any time he tried to recall his past as Brandon, the sharp pain would replay again. Within his mind, he was kneeling already. He was tired. Tired of trying to fight these invasive thoughts on how fun it would be to sadistically torture someone. Or beat them up. Or just to watch their blood spill. A final tear dripped from his eye. Panting away, his thoughts only grew stronger. He had to leave. Leave and try to get help. Somehow. Now. Using his new toonish body, he bent his knee down so much that he was barely half of Mark’s height. In Mark’s disbelief, Brandon sprinted towards the exit. This had to be it. He had to get out and find some exorcis- Before he could finish his thoughts, his whole body was squashed by nothing? Like an anvil had fallen onto him, his whole body flattened to the ground, forcing him to be unconscious. Falling to the ground now, his whole body went weak. Perfect for Laftty to take more control. Hehehe, we’re now confined here until the ritual ends. It's my win, Brandon. While on the ground, his neck and limbs stretched erratically. Sometimes as short as an inch. Other times it stretched to his room, trying to grab stuff. His own face blinked between anxiety and fear to joy and insanity. Mark watched this unfold in real time. A little feeling of doubt seeped in. Maybe… This wasn’t such a good idea. Still… He came so far, might as well see the end to this. Walking up to the flattened Brandon, he asked, “Are you still alive?” Silence hung in the air. The man scratched against his chin. Once the dust had pulled out, all that remained was a deeply unnerving sight. The tiny cuts around his body dripped blood out, prompting him to shift his attention to the ground. Black ink with his own blood laid there in puddles. He nudged against the flattened Brandon. “Are… Are you still there?” Worry was now more evident in his voice. “Hello?” On the other end, Brandon couldn’t hear much. His whole mind had been submerged in darkness. One that he couldn’t see nor hear. Was he dead? Was this really the end? His own thoughts softened, hearing the clopping sound of hooves approach him. A mirror soon appeared in front of him. Immediately, his attention shifted there, now staring into his reflection. Who was he again? His name started with a B right? Or was it a L? The reflection however didn’t show him — it instead showed Laftty, licking against her own lips. Was this him? Or he had tits? Or was it something else? Where was he actually? Amidst the questions however, a fire was lit. Spreading through the ends of each thought, the person’s rage was relit. Why was she here? She shouldn’t be stuck in this boring place. No, no, they summoned her. They wanted her out. The hell did they mean she should be sealed. A soft chuckle left his mouth. Reaching into the mirror, his past fundamentally altered once more, merging completely with the demon’s one. His laughter grew louder as the last bits of blood dripped to the ground. No. She was never human, silly. She was a demon. One of wrath and violence. In a toony way, Laftty’s body restretched itself back to her original shape with a pop sound. She giggled louder, glancing down at Mark’s shocked expression. “Oh darling, did ya miss me?” “That’s much better, Brando-” She placed her finger on his lips. “Ewwww. I’m Laftty. Not some guy.” “Then, why do you have that hanging down there?” He pointed down at her tiny cock. “Girls don’t have that.” Immediately, she pushed against her penis. The physics of it resembled how a rubber balloon worked, causing it to bend with the slightest push. She released a moan out as she ejaculated her last ‘manly’ load. Her other hand pressed down on her nutsack, smoothening out her groins. With slender fingers, she opened up her new womanhood, massaging against her inner ridges, following it up with moans after moans. Finally, once she felt it was deep enough, she winked back at the human. “I suppose you could say, I’m pussy enough to do it.” Mark now took initiative. Immediately, he pinned her to the wall. His dick throbbed hard. One of his hands now shifted towards her flat chest. “What about this region, slut?” “You mean my honkers?” She took a deep breath before blowing into her fingers. Immediately, her nipples swelled up. Like balloons, her breasts inflated bigger and bigger till it filled up one of his hands. Finally, he could have her slut now. No more waiting around for some loser Brandon to fuck everything up. Laftty took a breather and glanced back at Mark. Although she was horny, her rage was growing stronger. Something about this man pissed her off. Calling her a slut was one thing but being so forceful towards a demon like her was truly insolent. Moving downwards, he groped against them, feeling how bouncy they were against his hands. “See, isn’t this better, no more talking about how muc-” Her hair swung her tip. This time hitting onto Mark’s face. A deep cut now. “Agh! Stop swinging your hair around!” “Heehehehe. What now? Are you going to punish me?” Horny thoughts and rage intertwined with one another. It's been ages since she had a real body. And the only thing she craved more than violence was having violent sex. He covered her mouth, thrusting his hips to the back of her pussy. Bitch like her didn’t deserve sex yet. She needed more. More submissiveness as she begged for his cock. Bouncing between his body and the wall, her ‘assets’ were being touched around. Unfortunately, that only fueled the flame even harder. Within muffled moans, her mind was already thinking of how to make him hers. Her eyes glared back at the man. So many more cuts. More blood coming out of his body. More wounds. And the final after thought of making him beg to stop. To stop the suffering. It made her knees weak at how exciting it was. He shifted his posture to the side, prepared to show off his sausage. All of a sudden, she bit down on his hand. Blood spilt on the floor with the maniacal laughter filling up the room. Pulling back his hand, he covered his new fresh bite mark. Fucking hell! What the fuck was her problem? Her hair was next to deliver cuts. Over and over again. Each one was akin to a paper cut but with pin point accuracy. He tried to move away. To dodge it but another part of his body would get wounded instead. Finally, he shouted, “Fucking stop already! Are you fucking crazy?” “Crazy? No, I’m Laftty!” She was practically hollering with laughter. Another thought seeped through her mind. This man, although bulky, was still a mortal. A human that could easily die from her attacks. And that wasn’t any fun. She wanted to torture him more. More and more till he became her toy… Ooo, that reminded her of something fun. Mark spotted her smirk. What the fuck was she thinking now? He took a step back, only to meet her hand stretching long like rubber. Before he could register it, she punched his face, knocking him out cold. “Alright, gotta prepare the fun stuff!” She pulled his unconscious body into a box, summoned by her a few seconds ago. Her palms rubbed against each other as she hummed a melody into the darkness. When Mark woke up, he blinked at the bright light shining down on him. “Whuh?” He was strapped to a wooden board with all four of his limbs tied to it — completely naked with most of the previous day's wounds still visible. Shaking his head, he pushed against the metal guards, only to wince in pain. Fuck! Where was he now? “Laftty? Are you there?” “Good morning, Maddie~” The demon popped out in front of him, grinning from ear to ear, with her proper clown outfit. Daggers lined up between her fingers. As she leaned closer to him, her giggles grew louder. “Are you ready to get ‘Marked?’” “Haha, real funny.” He rolled his eyes. “Just let me go and we can have ou-” Just grazing past his skin, a dagger was flung right next to his face. “Laftty! Fucking stop! I had it with your nonsense!” “My nonsense?” She laughed, deepening her voice to resemble Brandon’s one. “Nonsense? Me? When Brandon had told you to stop, what did you do? You made him die so I could take his place, didn’t you? Aren’t you the fucked up one in this case?” Shivers went down his spine. It was like Brandon was still here. Judging him. He brushed it off as merely demonic influence, claiming that, “Oh come on. It's a win-win situation for both of us. You get to exist, I get you as my girlfriend.” Another dagger was tossed. This time, it slammed against his hand. Blood soaked the blade’s tip crimson as the man hollered in pain. “Awww, screaming already?” “Ok please. I’m sorry. Just let me out, already. I… I would do whatever you say.” Mark shifted gears. This bitch was out of her mind and he wasn’t testing water any longer. “Do you want me to leave?” However, his wound stopped bleeding relatively fast. In fact, it sealed the wound and pushed her dagger out of his hand, dropping it to the floor. It wasn’t without change however. His hand grew larger and cartoonishly bigger with brown fur sprouting out. Thickened in size, his palm gripped against the wooden stage, using paw pads that he never knew existed. He glanced down at this. “Wha-What’s happening to me?” “Oh, don’t worry about that.” She snapped her fingers, and spun the wheel he was on. In a blink, she teleported several feet away, waving at him. In a nauseating fashion, his mind raced to comprehend the madness. Everything spun around him but his thoughts centered around his new paw? What even was his hand now? Fiddling from between her breasts, Laftty drew out more throwing knives. Sharper and deadlier this time. “Careful not to die!” She laughed and threw the knives towards him. Unable to dodge, knives punctured his limbs. One targeted towards each limb. Screams soon followed. But just like before, the man’s regeneration abilities pushed them out. Brown spotted fur coated against the wound. His mind however suffered in its place. Starting from the earliest memories, a flame had burnt it to cinders. It was like a snap down his neurons. Like something was missing. He still remembered his name of course… Just not his full name or his parent’s faces. Muscles bulked against his limbs. Larger and more brutish, a sudden burst of vigour swirled within them. The same couldn’t be said for his mind that simplified thoughts by the second. Judging by his changes, she reckoned it was time to switch up. She tapped the floor. The wheel that he was on shifted with his face in the hole of a donkey cardboard design; his ass completely wide open and naked out. “Moving onto Pin the Tail!” She held a rusty nail right behind Mark. “Ready for this?” Mark bashed towards the side of the cardboard. Even with so much freedom, he was stuck there, unable to move from his spot. Drool dripped out. “No! Stop!” “Too late!” Once the nail penetrated his skin, the changing man could only wince. His teeth sharpened into fangs while his paws twitched in agony. His tailbone, in response, grew out into a fluffy hyena’s tail and pushed against the nail. Mark’s hips widened further. His flat ass ballooned out with a perky shape, causing Laftty to slash against his growing fur, accelerating the changes further. When he could only shake his ass to avoid the pain, blushes surfaced out. But with more changes, his mind eroded further. Thinking was… Getting harder… Now… Why… Was he here? He blinked back to the lights. The only constant was his physical pain that stuck by. Pain… Good? Another snap sent his body onto the floor. Flat like he was on an altar. Laftty’s laughter continued to echo. “So Maddie, you ready for the rest of the changes?” “Maddie?” Her hair swung against his face. This time, it aimed exactly at his nose and mouth. The bones from beneath stretched out, causing more drool to escape onto the floor with a longer tongue. Rounder and wider, his jawline had merged together with her other bones; alongside, his hair grew to his back, brightening into a blonde shade. More blood spilled onto the floor. Pain continued to ring within his head. Who was he again? Why was he doing all of this? A whimper escaped from his new muzzle. “Ew, that’s disgusting.” Using another knife, she sliced his Adam's Apple out. For that brief moment, he couldn’t let out a sound, only tears poured from his eyes. Air came in and out of his body as he struggled to breathe. Fortunately, the regeneration kicked in fast and covered up his throat, before anything worse could happen. Gasping for air, Mark blinked back at Laftty. His eyes were screaming. “No more please.” All he received however was her widest grin, as she twisted her head in rotation. “Don’t tell me, you’re Mad-die?” He laughed at her stupid joke. Uncontrollably. Since when was she this funny? The puddle of blood by this time didn’t even matter with how much he’s laughing. His voice was now distinctively feminine, although a little deeper than Laftty. “Geez, time to get you honkers.” “Honkers?” “You’re a clown, aren’t ya?” Laftty pulled against his hair. “You’re my fucking bitch!” The gaps in his memories began to fill in themselves. Like why couldn’t he remember his past? Or remember what they were doing before this? It only made sense that he was hers with how funny she was. Another familiar pain came back. This time, it targeted around his chest, chopping his flat chest off. Pleasure seeped underneath it in abundance, taking it as a sign that it was his Mistress’ love. Bountiful breasts resembling melons burst from the wound. Down beneath, his core muscles grew stronger, revealing it as abs. All of his torso was covered in thick brown spotted fur. That just felt right and not vulnerable. His dazed expression only drew Laftty further. “Do you know how many legs a hyena has?” “Four?” “It's five!” The demon immediately pushed against his limp cock all this while. It was bursting with pressure by this point — underneath all of his pain of course. “But I won’t blame you for getting it wrong. After all, the fifth is so tiny!” Both of them laughed at her joke. Her hands got to work immediately, pushing and bending his cock into a small miniscule one. Moans escaped with how forceful it was. It might not be as painful as before but it sure hurt like hell, being touched against his erogenous spots. Just beneath his spotted dick, she opened up Maddie’s new womanhood. Forcefully of course. This was enough to make her scream as fluids dripped from her cunt. Laftty smiled at her newest creation. The man that gave her so much rage was now laughing at her jokes with her big busty body. Raising her hips up, the demon winked back at her toy. “Your Mistress needs to be pleased, Maddie~” Like on command, she mounted over the smaller horse. Her breasts bounced against her back; her tail wagging like a dog finding her master. Blood rushed down to her miniscule cock, allowing it to scrape against her ridges. Fucking finally, Laftty had been waiting for this for centuries. To have this climax within hell was simply impossible. In and out. Maddie’s last remaining memories being human were dissolving inside the pleasure. Why was she in some stuffy room with all these… people? She wasn’t that boring… She was only with Laftty. Her only Mistress to laugh and do her bidding. Laftty’s hair swung against her back at the same time. More cuts against her fur, only immediately fueled her desire. Being a little naughty, Maddie’s hands groped against her Mistress’ breasts. Her nipples pressed against her larger pads. Both parties moaned in union in sync with each other. They could also feel it. Their climax approached with every thrust in and out. Laftty’s hair continued to give more cuts while Maddie fondled on her smaller Mistress’ body. Glancing back, the demon stretched her neck, kissing into Maddie’s muzzle. Catching the hyena by surprise, she blew in more air, forcing her dick to grow longer and bigger inside her ridges. To finally touch that golden spot that she craved all this time. Maddie’s tongue came to life, dancing alongside her Mistress’, struggling to keep up with her steps. Her hips were growing weary after minutes of pushing. Her cock was almost at her limit with how much pressure it contained. Instead of the climax, she burst her load into her, out of control. Warm cum filled the demon’s pussy up. Together, they let out the loudest moan, washing away any thoughts from the euphoria. Both their minds washed away whatever remained of their humanity — finally reaffirming their status as demonic creatures. Maddie immediately fell down, after her knees went weak from the pleasure. While she recovered on the ground, the cuts continued to bleed out in flavour. Laftty, on the other hand, stepped on her face with her hooves. “Knock knock.” “...Who’s… there?” She panted for air. “Your Mistress.” “Your Mistress who?” “Don’t tell me you forgot already.” Maddie gagged in laughter with the demon staring down at her. “Sounds like you’re a bad pet. And bad pets get-” Her hair swung once more to her chest. “Slashed.” The hyena blushed hard, excited for her punishment with her Mistress. With more wounds piling up, the duo were heading right back into round two. ________________ Ever since Brandon and Mark had gone missing, there had been a campus rumour about a circus, kidnapping people. According to the only survivor, the circus always relocated itself, just outside of the radius of the campus. If one entered within the circus, their only exit would lock up. In the middle however, a mad horse-human hybrid appeared in the middle. From there, she would cast spells, sending people into contractions with her pet humanoid hyena by her side. And all that she would ask of guests was to survive. Survive the hour with her or her hyena, and one was free to escape. More often than not, her victims were dead from her brutal weapons. Chainsaws, throwing daggers, knives, saws, whips and even playing cards were all weapons. Weapons that could kill. Her hyena could easily charge and crush one’s body easily with how bulky she was. But… If you survived, she could simply go back on her words and leave one with a fate worse than death. She will change one into like them. A sadistic hybrid monster that was out for blood like her. One’s identity by that point, would be forgotten forever. Police had started their investigations into the case. And on patrol, they themselves stumbled upon the circus itself. After gathering their forces and weapons, they tried to arrest these criminals for good. None of them came back to tell the story.