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Costume Crush Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by

Music, sports, video games and laughter - all the sounds of a good party spilled from one room of the house to the next. The dark orange walls seemed a bit much most of the year, but every Fall it seemed a perfect fit. The parties at the house had evolved over the years, from slumber parties to activity parties, and now a good old fashioned Halloween bash. Punch bowls and pies lined one table by the sliding glass door while other tables hosted a selection of candies, cupcakes and savory treats.

It was a party that everyone had been invited to, and nearly everyone had been. The back yard had become an extension of the party and little orange and black lanterns floated on the water while teenagers in costumes drifted about, comparing outfits and sharing gossip. Inside it was more lively with attempts at dancing, competitions over the video games, and more. The joy of it all was infectious, and Reese was feeling better by the minute.

It was kind of scary going into senior year, but he knew he was lucky. He had good grades, good friends, and not much drama. Reese stepped into the house from the back yard, catching sight of himself in the mirror over the fireplace. He was five foot ten, his brown hair feathered with a fade on the sides, and his caramel brown eyes contrasted the dark black horns glued to his forehead.

Reese had on a demon costume, more or less - the tank top had patterns cut out of it to show alternating triangles of fabric and skin, almost like some sort of scale. His black pants were fuzzy and his boots had been reconfigured to look almost like some kind of hooves. It was the perfect costume for someone who was a bit daring in their personality, showing off their particular assets. Reese bowed his heads to some classmates, grinning, talking about how good the party was as he rounded a corner and then paused.

Sitting on one of the tables was another teenager, his shaggy red hair framing his face, a leather choker on his neck with a pentagram pendant. His outfit was made out of green and black fabric, looking like a medieval attempt at a hoodie, though with appropriate straps and buckles. His pants were torn up black denim skinny jeans, though they'd been distressed a bit more to show off his fit legs. He swung them back and forth, looking over at Reese.

"My, my, my. Did my summoning bring a Demon to the party by accident?" The warlock asked with a grin. Reese grinned a bit.

"Hey Tate, this party is great... I didn't think you'd be able to top the haunted house." Reese said. The warlock grinned at that.

"Yeah, but this is a lot more fun for everyone I think. We really can show off our wild sides." he said, eyeing Reese up and down, "And I like what you're showing off." he added. Reese blushed a bit, the reddened cheeks only helping his costume.

"Thanks man, I'm glad you think so. I've been trying to work out and stuff." Reese admitted. He admired Tate in a lot of ways. Tate had come out of the closet at fourteen, declaring to the world that he was gay and if they had a problem with that it was up to them to deal with it. Reese, meanwhile, was a much more recent and more reluctant individual. If he hadn't given in to sucking off the quarterback in the locker room, he wasn't sure if he would have come out at all.

"I think the devil costume suits you. Maybe you'll be up to some mischief." Tate offered. Reese blushed again, rubbing at his head.

"Are you sure? I mean, this is your party." Reese said. Tate stretched his legs out and wrapped them around Reese's waist, pulling him closer until their groins touched. Reese gasped but Tate smiled, reaching up to run a painted black fingernail down Reese's chin.

"It is my party... and can't a host have fun?" he asked, starting to grind against Reese. Reese moaned, blood rushing to his groin, his shaft hardening. Reese blushed far more, feeling an equal erection pressing against him from the other side of the fabric.

"Y-y-yeah, of course! You... made everyone else so happy, don't you deserve it too?" he asked. Tate smiled at that, gazing into Reese's caramel colored eyes.

"Is that what you want, too?" Tate asked. Reese nodded softly, starting to hump against the warlock.

"Y... Yeah. I think that'd be amazing." Reese replied. Tate smiled brighter.

"And would you be my personal demon, if I summoned you to do my bidding?" Tate asked. Reese nodded slowly.

"Yeah, all yours..." he said with a grin, humping even harder. Tate grinned and reached up, pulling off his choker necklace. He removed it from his neck and put it onto Reese, sliding it over his throat and clasping it in the back. At that, the warlock grinned brightly.

"There, now you're all mine." Tate said, "Let's enjoy the party for a little while longer with you as my pet, and then as people start to go home, you can see what my room is really like." Tate said.

"Whatever you say, master." Reese replied. Tate grinned sharper at that, his green eyes sparkling as he leaned in and gave Reese a deep kiss. Reese murmured, returning the favor, their lips tangling and tongues darting at one another. Tate knew he was going to have fun tonight.

"Now, why don't you go over there and get me some punch, and I'll be right over?" Tate said. Reese nodded at that and eagerly moved off. Tate watched him go for a moment, particularly his ass, before he slipped off the table and moved over to the bookshelf. He ran is fingers along the spines, slipping from dust jacket to dust jacket before he found a leather bound cover. He pulled out the book and looked at it with a bit of respect.

The book was old, at least a hundred years. The brown leather spine was hand made and the pages were gilded with gold leaf to keep them from yellowing or warping over time. Tate set the book down and flipped through until he found the right one. He licked his lips a bit and tried to focus on the words rather than his erection.

"Spirits make what I see a reality, darkness fade into scarlet lust. Savor each passing glimpse of eternity, in your ancient magic I trust." Tate whispered. Across the room Reese's choker began to glow, throbbing gently with magic. He shifted a bit, murmuring as he started to feel oddly warm and oddly good. He even waggled his hips a bit as he started pouring punch for Reese.

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Music filled the house, loud and proud. The neighbors knew better than to try and interrupt Tate's family's festivities, so now they didn't hold back. The party had started to wind down a little, some of the teenagers heading off to other activities. A few took turns answering the door for Trick-or-Treaters, handing out king size candy-bars. It was a good party, but for Tate, it was something more.

He leaned against a wall, watching Reese dance. His tight demon costume clung to his body so perfectly, and with that choker marking him as Tate's, it was even more exhilarating. Everyone was whooping and hollering, amazed with just how confident Reese was becoming. Tate smiled as well, though he'd been playing with the metal rings on his fingers, using old spells to coax and cajole.

There was a pride inside Reese, something that needed to be let out. If society hadn't repressed him, if his parents hadn't been so set on the norms, what kind of man would he be? Tate had tried to give him room for that, to lift the feeling of oppression, to free him of that weight - though when Reese had suddenly stopped dancing and came over to him, he nearly jumped.

"Would master like to enjoy his servant's company on the dance floor?" Reese asked, taking Tate's hand and pulling him close. Some of the other teens started to murmur with excitement and appreciation at the development. This time it was Tate's turn to blush.

"How about... one dance number, and then we try a different kind of party game?" Tate asked. Reese murmured and nodded.

"I like the sound of that." he replied before he spun Tate out to the end of his arm and then whipped him back. Tate was wide eyed when he came back chest to chest with the demon clad boy. He wondered just what kind of party animal he had woken up... but he was excited to find out.

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The door to the bedroom slammed open as Reese and Tate stumbled in. Tate kicked his door shut and pushed Reese against the wall, kissing him more, sucking on his bottom lip before breaking the kiss to start sucking on his neck. He pulled and drew and sucked, bringing blood to the surface. Reese hissed at the pain and pleasure combined, groaning and grunting.

"Fuck... Oh fuck... Tate..." he groaned, his fingernails digging into his hands. Reese winced a little, not remembering his nails being that long.

"Don't you like it, demon boy? Being marked by me? Being mine? You're bound to me..." Tate panted, humping Reese harder.

"I love it, I don't want it to stop." Reese moaned. Tate grinned, his green eyes flashing again as he reached down.

"It won't, you are mine now..." he said before he murmured, "Oh Reese, you never told me you were... hung like a horse." he whispered. The words seemed to echo slightly and Reese moaned. He thought he was already as erect as he could get, the excitement and thrill of being on the edge of everything too much for him... but suddenly his cock was getting harder. More blood flooded into it, causing it to engorge and grow.

Tate moved his painted nails through the fuzz of Reese's pants, focusing his energies. Soon Reese's legs began to tingle and throb, to ache and feel like jelly at the same time. Reese murmured at that before the fly on his pants snapped open and his cock flopped out. Reese was confused, but his eyes widened as Tate lowered to his knees and leaned forward, slipping his lips over his shaft. Only a few muttered sounds escaped his lips before his head tipped back and he groaned.

The warlock slipped his head forward, taking a few inches of cock across his tongue before he started bobbing back and forth. It tasted good, it felt good, but this wasn't just a blow job. This was a magical act and Tate knew he had to focus. He sucked and sucked, pulling and drawing with his mouth, his head taking more and more in. As his dark energies began to pool into Reese's cock, the words he had planted took root. Reese WOULD be hung like a horse.

Dark pigment began to swirl out of Reese's pants and into his cock, staining the flesh, making it mottled at first before the rod turned solid black. It glistened like obsidian, coated in saliva... and with each heart beat, with each movement of Tate's head, it bloated longer and longer and longer. It stretched out with new flesh, toughening up, growing and growing. It started to bloat fatter as well, getting wider and thicker.

With a little more work, Tate's lips started to smack and pop each time they slid over the engorged medial ring... but the work was far from over. Tate relaxed his throat and pushed forward, letting Reese's huge meat tip down his esophagus. It plunged in and down like a sleeve, sliding fast and hard. As it hit the wet, tight confines of his throat, the mushroom shaped head flared out wider, blunting and flattening. The urethra grew, and the last hints of humanity left Reese's manhood. He truly was hung like a horse.

With the magic having done its work there, it spiraled outward quickly. The black pigment settled into Reese's balls as they began to swell and grow. His sack got rubbery and tight, but his balls expanded quickly. They went from the size of kiwis to tangerines in moments, and then kept growing to the size of full oranges. The tingling in his legs hadn't stopped. If anything, it got more intense. His pants sunk down into his skin, embedding the fuzz in the follicles themselves. Soon the fuzz turned into fur, soft wooly black fur that was part of his legs, his ass cheeks, his entire self.

Reese kept throwing his head back, his hands falling to his sides. His palms groped the wall behind him and his black sharp nails began to dig into the wall, cutting through the paint and plaster, sending white flakes to the carpet below. His nails thickened and lengthened, his hands growing bigger to match his giant cock. As Reese thrashed, his plastic horns bumped the wall. One wobbled and came off, revealing a lump beneath it. Soon the other was dislodged, leaving him with two red, irritated bumps on his forehead.

Tate reached up, molesting the horse balls beneath him, coaxing them more and more, filling them with magic until he got what he wanted. Reese snarled and moaned before he grunted and started to cum... but it wasn't an orgasm in the conventional sense. His huge cock turned on like a faucet, starting to dispense cum. At first it was slick, pearly, white. Tate could taste the humanity in it... but that sweetness turned into musk and salt as the cum turned thicker, yellowed, becoming demonic.

The warlock began to gulp and drink the demonic seed, savoring it, letting it recharge his energies. He moaned, his own cock cumming hands free in his torn up pants, soaking the denim fast. As he guzzled down, he looked up at Reese, thrashing. His lips curled, his ears twitched, he moaned and then he gasped. The pressure in his forehead reached breaking point and tiny drops of blood appeared as black horns pushed through his flesh. They curved upwards, the bone thickening a little before pushing out more and more.

Reese only came harder as the horns extruded from his head. They felt sexual in themselves, the more they grew the more manly he felt. He panted harder, his ears burning as they turned red, stretching into points. There was a faint sizzling as molten metal appeared at the base of each ear, staying a moment before it formed into a cuff around each lobe and hardened. Each cuff had on it ancient script indecipherable to anyone other than a witch or warlock.

Tate pulled back, sliding off the cock, getting a face blasted with horse spunk. He let it get in his hair, his face, even splatter on his shirt. He moaned, taking it all in while he looked up at his crush. The carefully curated shirt that Reese had worn, showing alternating flesh and fabric, was sinking into his skin as well, becoming his identity. The criss-cross straps, the holes, the contours... it all became an impressive tattoo. His pale flesh reddened, turning as bright as a sunset while other portions were black. The tattoo shifted hue, becoming an interlocking lattice of scale patterns that covered his impressive pectorals and abdominals and his most fit back.

As much as Tate wanted to keep watching his crush transform, he had a demon at his disposal and he had to keep him a captive audience. He turned around, grabbed his pants, pulled them down and bore his ass. Seeing those perky pale warlock cheeks before him, Reese couldn't help but move forward... but when he saw his immense, huge, black horse cock wobbling before his furry legs, he hesitated.

"Ta.... Tate?" he moaned, panting as his canine teeth stretched into fangs.

"Fuck me, my demon! Claim your mate! Fill me with your equine pride!" Tate screamed out. Reese's eyes flashed yellow and he pushed forward, his fat, blunt cock head pushing into that tight ring of flesh. Tate groaned hard, loving to feel his ass invaded by something so big, so pure, so manly. He snarled and groaned, grabbing onto the end of his desk for leverage.

Reese started to thrust forward and back, sliding in and out, getting more depth each time. The red tone in his skin stretched out from his chest, sweeping up his throat. When it hit the hickey, the hickey turned purple and black, still leaving him marked. The red swept up, connecting to his ears before slipping across his cheeks and chin, surrounding his eyes, and plunging into his hairline.

Each thrust sent Reese's horse balls slapping against Tate's ass, but something else was slapping against his. It had started as a little flap of flesh between his cheeks, but it filled out as bones pushed in, then ligaments and muscles. Inch after inch, a long, coiling red tail began to descend from his ass, stretching down twelve inches, twenty four, thirty six. It whipped around and flexed, the tip flattening out and stretching into a spade. It swayed a little as he learned how to control it, or at least let instincts drive it.

Tate suddenly gasped as Reese hit the perfect spot inside him, then again, then again. He grabbed on extra hard as he started to cum, but Reese wanted more. He shifted his hips, he angled, and then he struck that spot over and over again, trying to make his master blind with pleasure. Reese's boots began to creak and groan, tightening over his feet before the leather started to harden into keratin.

Inside the boots, Reese's toes and flesh re-segmented, reorganizing, shifting and changing. The boots became flesh and bone, fanning out into hooves. All hints that Reese had ever been wearing clothing were gone. He was a red skinned demon with a horse cock and a long tail, his hooves wide, his balls wider. He snarled and snorted, drool dripping from his fangs, his yellow eyes gleaming as he suddenly came even harder, pumping his amazing seed deep into Tate.

Tate held on for dear life, eyes rolling into the back of his head. His ass was full of horse cock, his belly filling with his seed. He had made his demon, he had turned the costume of his crush into a reality, and now... now he was getting his just desserts. He moaned hard, feeling it all fill him, feeling... something truly magical on Halloween. He sighed wistfully, knowing that they were going to have some amazing adventures together.

In the other room, the ancient grimoire began to glow and pulse with energy before arcing out, striking the backpacks and bags of some of the other partygoers. Notebooks began to fill with ancient spells, tablet computers filling with arcane magic. The netherworld wanted to spread its dark ways, and teenagers on Halloween seemed like the perfect conduit to do it.