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The Forgotten Pact Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Draegon1993 There was a subtle art to finding the right balance when it came to shops in the mall. One had to balance limited space with inventory, highlighting everything without bare walls or fixtures showing. It had to be welcoming without seeming empty, while also being arranged so people felt like there was enough room to enter. Many of the shops borrowed decorating styles from one another with white and pastel decorations, a faint hint of an aroma in the air, warm lights and light wood finish that all led to a very homogenous, uninspiring monotony. It was a style that Hot Topic did not embrace.

Sitting just off to one side of the food court, the local Hot Topic was the black sheep of the Crestwood Mall family. The floor was black, the walls a faux industrial brick, and the one splash of color was the maroon ceiling. The aisles were narrow, nearly every square inch of the walls were covered with merchandise, displays overflowed and music blared. It was the counter culture holdout of a time when malls were supposed to be cool, trendy, and appeal to all ages.

The contrast was not lost on Skylar who, despite being dressed in merchandise from the store he worked in, felt internally much more like the bland beige and cream monotony the rest of the mall exuded. He was eighteen years old, blond, six feet tall and barely over a hundred and ten pounds. The mall had seemed like a good place to apply for his first job since it was one stop shopping and he didn't regret taking it. If anything, it felt a bit easy.

There were only a few customers each day and they usually just looked around before leaving. Skylar had gotten so bored that he'd played around with the fake body jewelry they sold, trying out different fake earrings or nose rings or lip rings each day. None of it was him, but it helped pass the time. He stood at one of the displays, folding a pile of Stranger Things t-shirts that had just come in, looking up at the display case after a moment.

Beneath the thumping beat of the music, gazing at the polished glass, he took in his reflection a bit. He looked the part with the fake piercings, the black and purple and turquoise tie-dye t-shirt and the tight black jeans. He'd even tried out some quilted combat boots that they sold. But he was a sheep in wolf's clothing. He shook the feeling off and finished his work.

With the t-shirts out he re-organized the backpack display that had grown to resemble a lumpy weeping willow of iconic symbols and character faces before checking the computer for any pricing updates. The minutes ticked by without so much as a single visitor until, from somewhere down the way, Sky heard the familiar clatter of the chain link barrier dropping down to close off one of the shops. Like clockwork, more and more joined in. Barriers of metal slipped down, locking into the floor before lights snapped off.

Skylar moved over to the small nook, squeezing past a mannequin covered in Nightmare before Christmas swag to press the switch. The Hot Topic's own gate rattled down from the ceiling, sinking down to the ground before locking into the grooves in the floor. The clerk secured the switch box and moved around the shop, turning off the lights until only the emergency ones remained lit.

There was something both eerie and calm about a mall after closing. It was already such a calm place, but once it was completely devoid of activity it was something else entirely. Sky walked around the store to make sure everything was secure, grabbed his sweatshirt from under the counter and then released his till from the register. It didn't take long to count the profit into the safe and lock it up, and after that it was just a matter of setting the security system and locking the door behind himself.

****

There was a bite in the evening air, nipping at any exposed flesh. Skylar regretted not bringing an actual coat but his sweatshirt was making do for now. His breath turned to mist in the air, catching the soft glow of the white Christmas tree lights that were strewn about the leafless trees that ran along the sidewalks downtown. Even the streets seemed deserted, but everyone was cozy and warm at home, ordering their Christmas gifts online.

Sky was starting to wonder why he felt so jaded and reflective about his own life when he paused, looking up ahead, his eyes widening with a bit of wonder. There were times in his life where he felt truly lucky, and this seemed like one of them. The full moon was near the horizon, appearing larger than life. It spanned the distance of the city street, the rounded edges looking as if they were going to touch the buildings on either side.

As Sky watched, though, the light began to drain from the moon. Little by little, a blood red tinge crept across it. Sky continued to watch in wonder, amazed. He'd seen a few eclipses in his life, but they'd all been partial or incomplete. He stood there in the cold, wide eyed as the moon turned to a dim, rusty red. As he gazed at the moon, he felt as if something was looking back at him... and then it happened.

It started with a wave of paralysis. His lower back seized up, his legs locked, his arms went stiff. The only thing moving was his chest, and even that was restricted. Next came a strange pooling heat building up above his stomach... and then a squirming inside of him, the feeling of something wriggling and shifting around. Sky's back arched, he gasped, feeling whatever it was spreading out inside of him. It filled out through his body like fingers in a glove, filling him up.

There was an audible pop from one of his joints, his muscles twitching. He shuddered, gasped, felt his heart skip a beat. He nearly shook. Was it a seizure? Was it from looking at the moon in eclipse without protection? Wait, wasn't it just solar eclipses that needed that? Sky shuddered there as he felt like something was rearranging his insides until all at once it clicked into place.

Creamy white lunar light began to inch back across the full moon, chasing away the eclipse. The rusty red shrank away more and more until it was gone and the moon continued to rise ever so slowly, creeping across the sky, inching its way behind the bank building. Sky was left standing there, uncertain of what had happened and still unable to move. He tried with all his might to take a step, even to rotate his torso. Instead, his right arm lifted slowly. Sky was terrified. He hadn't tried to move his arm, but there it was, lifting itself up, even waggling the fingers a bit.

"What the fuck, where are my claws?!" the words sounded like Sky, it was his voice, but he hadn't tried to say anything. Sky tried to respond, but his throat was tight and hoarse. It was the single most terrifying moment of his life, being trapped in his own body, unable to move or speak. Whoever or whatever was driving, however, turned for him, turning to face the black mirrored glass panels coating the building next to them.

The reflection that Sky saw was not his own. Standing before him was what could only be described as a creature. It was shorter than him by a few inches but much wider, with broad shoulders that any football player would have been envious of. The being's skin was as dark as charcoal, though there seemed to be silver speckles wreathed across his chest and shoulders. There were horns, claws, a mane of wild hair and a rather prodigious manhood.

"Okay, so that's not right either..." The voice left Sky's lips. He reached out and rested his hand on the glass, touching the reflection. Suddenly Sky could see his own reflection, though he was standing behind the obsidian shaded demon before him.

"What is happening to me?!" Sky asked, this time able to speak. The demon bit his bottom lip a bit, considering how best to break the news.

"I'm possessing you." He replied after a moment. Sky was beside himself, oddly in a literal sense when it came to his reflection.

"Like hell you are!" Sky protested. The demon gave a weak, smug smile at the unintentional pun of his host.

"Yeah, this... isn't really a matter that's up for debate." The demon replied, "Just sit back, I'm sure I'll do a better job with your life than you did." He smiled before turning to take a step. As he moved, his left leg caught his right and he promptly toppled forward.

Skylar instinctively reached out to brace himself for the fall, feeling the concrete cut into his hands. The shock and sting of the impact shot through his body, but he had succeeded in keeping himself from hitting his face. The demon hissed and the two rolled over to sit on their ass on the cold cement, lifting their hands. The demon looked down at the gashes in the pale flesh, the crimson blood starting to well up and the tiny flecks of rock that had caught in the wound.

"What are you trying to do, get me killed?" Sky asked before pausing, "Wait, how was I able to save us?" he added, realizing it had been his motion to stop their fall.

"It was in our best interest to let you..." The demon replied sheepishly. Sky got the distinct impression that the response had been a bluff.

"Y... You... This is your first time isn't it? You've never possessed anyone before." Sky murmured. The demon glowered, pressing a wounded palm against the glass wall as he forced himself back up to his feet. He took a step, then another. They were lumbering and awkward, but with each step he improved a bit.

"Of course I've done this before." The demon replied, moving toward the crosswalk. He lifted a leg to step out into the road, but once lifted, it didn't move any further. After a moment a taxi drove past, the wind whipping around them.

"You have no idea what you're doing and you're going to get us both killed!" Sky protested, though only the demon could hear him shouting. The creature glowered a bit more.

"Even if this IS my first time, I'll figure it out." He protested.

"You can't even read road signs. At least let me get us out of the downtown area, go somewhere a little safer." Sky said. The demon growled a bit.

"Fine... But only until we're out of danger." He acquiesced. In a moment that felt like the afterglow of a great sneeze, Skylar felt his own body again. It was an oddly liberating feeling. He could move...

The human looked both ways and jogged across the street, taking a brisk pace down the sidewalks. It was more than a little distracting as he moved that every reflection showed the demon's body now instead of his own. The demon's eyes glowed a solid, warm amber color with no hint of a pupil or iris. The demon seemed to be looking around, taking everything in.

"Why are you doing this to me?" Skylar asked, coming to a stop as he waited for the next light to change. The glowing red hand pulsated as energy passed through the LEDs.

"It's not like I had a choice... This was always the agreement." The demon muttered softly. Skylar was so distracted by the odd, gnawing feeling in his chest that he didn't notice the crosswalk had changed for a moment. He hastily started moving across the street.

"I never made an agreement." Skylar said clearly.

"Neither did I!" The demon countered. Sky nearly stopped in the middle of the road, feeling such a wave of confusion.

"Then whose agreement was it?!" he asked before realizing that one of the only other people out there was staring at him from across the street. Sky lowered his head, pretending as if he was talking into a Bluetooth headset or something.

"This agreement was signed, in blood, over three generations ago... Your ancestor made a deal that their first born's first born's first born would be the vessel for my ancestor's first born's first born's first born. We were signed away before we were ever hatched." The demon said.

"How can I-" Sky paused, "You were hatched?" he asked after a moment.

"Yeah, of course I was..." The demon replied as if it was the most normal thing in the world. Sky shifted a little.

"I don't even know your name." he admitted after a moment.

"I'm Kellion." The demon replied, "It's a name you'll have to get used to. It's going to be yours now." He said with a grin. Sky grimaced at that, debating whether it was better to get hit by a car than go on as the vessel for a demon, but as he debated his options he felt the sickening feeling of someone else pulling his puppet strings. His leg took a step on its own, then another. He was moving forward again without his consent. Sky grimaced.

"We aren't out of danger yet." Sky protested.

"No, but you showed me how to maneuver this thing, and those signs are pretty easy... I don't know what the red one is supposed to be, but the other one is obviously you walking." Kellion replied.

"There's the one small fact that you have no idea where you're going." Sky replied. This time it was the demon that came to a stop. He turned his head, looking down the street one way, then the other. He was in a freezing, strange urban wilderness with no idea for a destination... and he was also hungry. Both Sky and Kellion paused as they heard their stomach rumble, growling and unhappy that it had not been fed in so long.

"Fine... Take us somewhere warmer, and make that sound stop." Kellion muttered to himself.

"You're cranky when you're hungry." Sky replied, though he smiled to himself as he once again had the chance to be the master of his own body.

****

A tin bell jingled as the door to the coffee shop opened, Skylar coming in from the cold. The door swung shut behind him and he reached up to pull his hood down as he moved over to the counter. It was a quiet shop on the corner, looking out over an intersection that was busy during the day and dead at night. Cozy rope lights ran along the underside of the counters and around the windows, creating a creamy glow without having to rely on the main lights above.

Sky made his way to the counter and selected a big banana muffin, two chocolate cookies and waited to be noticed. After a while the barista came over. He had wavy brownish-black hair and dark rimmed glasses. Sky looked up and forced a smile despite his predicament, looking at the man that was perhaps five or six years older than he was.

"Can I have a large vanilla chai tea?" Sky asked, his eyes drifting to the server's nametag - Keith.

"Sure thing, I'll bring it over to ya." The barista offered. Sky smiled and paid, swiping his card through the reader.

"Thank you." He muttered before moving over to sit down at the seat looking out over the intersection, hoping to keep his back to the barista given the fact that he was very likely to wind up talking to himself. Still, it felt safer to be here than to be under the autopilot of a demon.

Sky unwrapped the plastic from the muffin, but as soon as he smelled the sweet, savory, buttery, rich scent, his hand snapped down and the muffin was in his mouth. His teeth gnashed through it like it was nothing, barely chewing. He had to fight himself, or rather his other half, to slow down. Sky could see himself, or themselves, in the reflection of the window. It was Kellion who was pigging out and Sky was trying to hold his arm back.

"It's better if you eat it slowly, you can enjoy the flavor more!" Sky protested.

"I just want the hunger to stop..." Kellion muttered out loud. The barista looked up at that with a sad expression.

"Well, if you need more, just let me know. I... could probably send you home with some since we'd just get rid of the stale ones in the morning." He offered. Kellion froze and Skylar felt himself slide back into his own body again. He was almost offended at the demon's cowardice at getting caught.

"That's a really nice offer; I guess I just got caught up in the moment. These are really good. I don't want to do anything to get you in trouble though." Sky said. Keith smiled, bringing over the tea and another muffin.

"Not a problem." He said, setting the food and beverage down before he moved back to clean up and reset the store for the next day. Skylar could feel a bond with the barista, knowing the plight of the retail world... though he had little doubt the barista had never been possessed by a novice demon before.

With a fair degree of care and only a slight tug of war between the two sides, Sky finished off two muffins and washed it down with his warm tea. Kellion had not said anything, though Sky could tell he was particularly enthusiastic about the flavor of the drink. The two refrained from speaking to each other or themselves until they had finished off their meal. Sky dropped some money into the tip jar before he moved back out into the cold night air.

"Why did you give him more compensation after giving him something in the first place?" Kellion asked.

"They don't get paid much, the tip helps make up for it. Plus he was really nice and gave us extra food." Sky replied.

"You humans really are twisted, aren't you? Luring each other in with the prices being too low, then guilting you into making up the difference. And they say we're the dark ones." Kellion smirked.

"I think you're getting too hung up on little stuff. There's the small fact that we're stuck with each other." Sky said. He could feel the demon sort of close up a bit, though he hadn't tried to take control over again.

"I have no idea how to get back. I don't even know how I got here. I was just doing my own thing and then suddenly I got poured into your meat bag..." Kellion murmured. Not only could Sky feel his homesickness, he had brief glimpses of color, light, and heat... A river of molten rock and rich orangey-red cave walls that came with an intense feeling of comfort. Sky softened a bit.

"Neither of us asked for this... Whatever deal our ancestors made came true, but if there aren't any other terms, we just have to make the best of it I guess." Sky shrugged.

"What do you mean?" Kellion asked suspiciously. Sky started to walk slowly, heading down the street for home.

"I don't know what I mean, exactly. I don't know how this works. Can I sleep while you're awake? Do we both sleep at the same time? Do we take turns? I mean... maybe we can come up with some sort of pact of our own, a deal on how to share."

"I'm not sure..." Kellion hesitated.

"Hey, you still owe me. You nearly got me maimed and killed twice in just the first few minutes of being here. There are going to be times when it's better if I'm driving, but I don't see why I'd have to keep fighting you all the time if you work with me. Come on, make a pact with me." Sky said with a grin, taking a few more steps so he walked in front of a big window on the outside of a car dealership.

Skylar turned and looked at his reflection, eye to eye so to speak with the charcoal black demon. He reached out and pressed his hand to the glass. His other half's reflection reached out, pressing a black, claw tipped hand to the surface in agreement. There was no doubt between them that there would be challenges, but at the very least they would work together to find something that fit. Their new pact had been formed.

****

To say Sky's sleep had been wild would have been a massive understatement. Sky had wondered if it was possible for them both to sleep at the same time, and the answer was yes. He had dreamed of being back in high school, but it was a mix of both of their life experiences. The shape of the school was right, but it had been carved out of stone. He'd dreamed of flirting, but the men and women he'd pursued had been twisted, interesting visages that were beyond this world. It had been one adventure after another, and when Skylar awoke, he woke up strangely invigorated. A quick glance at his alarm clock illuminated that he'd woken up a bit early, but it was close enough to start his day.

It was a short trudging walk down the hall and into the bathroom. Sky fumbled for the light switch in the dark, groping along the wall before he flicked it on. For a split second Sky had forgotten about his demonic visitor, the pact, and all of the other strange events of the day previously. It all came flooding back to him with one glance at his reflection - and this time it was his reflection.

Looking at himself, Sky couldn't help but be a bit... aroused. He did look out of sorts, of course. He had dark rings under his eyes, his blond hair was ruffled up and wild, but there was something about him that seemed a bit more... masculine. He turned his head one way, then another before realizing that his chest was puffing out a bit more. Sky reached up to touch his chest but froze when he saw a flash of matte black.

Sky looked at his hands, his fingernails in particular. Over night, every one of them had shifted to a dark, true black and they had grow out a bit, tapering towards a point. They contrasted sharply with his pale skin and blond hair, but somehow it seemed to blend with the dark rings under his eyes. Sky stood there, looking at them, his erection only growing stronger. It was so strange, but it was like he had taken on a bit more style.

"I guess they were right, you gotta get a good night's sleep to grow big and strong." Kellion's voice murmured as the demon's image faded into view behind him. Sky brought his black nails to his chest, following contours that hadn't been there before. He actually had some form of pectorals... and his stomach was firmer too. He reached for something and realized the counter was an inch or two further away. Sky realized he had grown taller as well.

"Did you do this?" Sky asked softly.

"Well, I know you didn't do this so I must have." Kellion replied, "Looks good on you though, makes you more handsome." He grinned, leaning in closer. Even though it was a reflection, even though they shared the same body, Sky swore he could feel the demon's tongue slip across his left ear, and he could feel a set of clawed hands sliding over his ribs before reaching lower.

Sky shuddered at the touch. He'd felt bland and boring for so long, having someone pay attention to him was amazing. He reached down, curling his changed fingers around his shaft, giving it a few strokes, then working faster and faster. Kellion moaned, feeling the surge of heat and adrenaline rushing through his body as the human's cock swelled larger and thicker. Sky threw his head back, his wild bed head framing his face like a mane as he called out and came hard, sharing an orgasm with another man for the first time.

****

Life had never been more interesting for Sky, and Kellion had to admit that he felt the same way. The two had taken turns driving over the course of the morning, giving Kellion a chance to get used to basic tasks like showering, eating and walking, but Sky had gotten them in to work safely and started the day. It had started out routine in the morning, though he'd caught a few more glances from the mall walkers that morning, but as the day picked up, Sky couldn't help but notice some differences...

The first had been easily apparent. As the sun came up and filtered through the skylights, Kellion had become docile to the point of sloth. Occasionally he offered wry commentary that only Sky could hear, but it seemed like he was actually dozing off. The demon, it seemed, thrived on the darkness. It seemed their arrangement was going to be a bit easier than Sky had predicted. The second change, though, had been to business itself.

To say that Sky's job had been easy was an understatement. Fewer and fewer young people went to the malls, but it seemed that the few that did still had influence over one another. Sky had noticed an emo kid come in the store earlier in the day and linger for a while before leaving, but an hour later he came back with three more friends in tow. The four of them milled about the store, looking at the t-shirts and sweatshirts, one trying out a tote-bag. Sky was a bit concerned that they were going to try to do one of those flash-mob theft things, but a chuckle from inside his own head shook him out of his paranoia.

"You mean you can't smell it?" Kellion asked, waking up a bit despite feeling sluggish.

"Smell what?" Sky asked under his breath.

"Their pheromones! They're attracted to you." Kellion replied. Sky was dumbstruck. Sure, he was a bit taller, a bit more muscled, and he had sharp black nails, but was that really enough? Sky slipped out from behind the counter and moved up to the first emo boy that had come in earlier. He was five foot ten, his hair dyed jet black, eye liner applied modestly to offset his grayish blue eyes. Steel rings hung from his ears and he had a bit of fuzz on his chin.

"Can I help you find what you need?" Sky asked as he moved up. The emo boy shuddered a bit and turned, looking up into Skylar's eyes, almost transfixed.

"I'm finding things great." The youth replied a bit clumsily. Sky nodded and turned, though the customer did too, their arms brushing for a moment. Sky's eyebrow arched, he had to assume it was intentional. There was an odd thrill of actually having someone pay attention to him. It wasn't until he got back to the register that he realized with his growth spurt that his shirts weren't fitting quite right and he was showing off more midriff than he had planned on.

Sky watched curiously as the customers drifted together, muttering under their breath. One of them blushed, the others excited. Sky felt his heart fluttering and an odd sense of excitement welling up in his heart, at least until he heard a series of clicks from the back door as it was unlocked. The door opened and another man moved in, but this was no customer. Chris was in his late twenties, his black hair buzzed short, contrasting with the wickedly long goatee that hung down from his chin, flaring out on the sides in a curve. He sported a few tattoos on his arms and even one on his neck.

If Sky had to guess that anyone on Earth was possessed by a demon, he would have guessed it was his manager Chris, but no... Sky was the one with an unexpected hitchhiker. Chris moved over to the counter and smiled at Sky, reaching for the tablet before he did a double take. He looked Sky over from head to tow before grinning a bit.

"It looks like someone had a good night..." he murmured.

"Hey, I guess I had to try something new." Sky replied.

"Well, keep it up. Looks good. There aren't a lot of jobs where you can play around with your style. Enjoy it. Be the you you want to be." Chris said. Sky nodded a little mildly, but felt oddly reassured. He and Chris had always gotten along okay, but Chris had never complimented his looks before and he had certainly never affirmed a path of self discovery.

Sky looked up as the emo kids approached the registers, putting down their piles of swag. He went to work ringing them up, earning yet another impressed look from Chris. Apparently he was enough of a draw to make the customers spend money, a vast improvement over the window shoppers they usually had. Sky felt his heart beat a bit faster as he got the first taste of what life could be like if it was just a little bit better.

****

The day had flown by for Sky, both because they had actually had an increase in customers, but also because there was so much to think about. As the sun had started to set, Kellion had woken up more and more to the point that he'd actually rung up a customer. Sky had to admit, the demon had a bit of charm. He'd flirted with some of the customers, earning some blushes and smiles, and in the end they'd even gotten some tips - something that Sky had never seen while working at the mall.

The two had made short work of locking up the shop, even if they were in the same body, and once more they moved out into the cold night air... only this time, it didn't seem quite so cold. It wasn't until a block away that Sky realized he had forgotten his sweatshirt, but even though he could see his breath in the air, he didn't feel chilly at all. As Sky moved, he seamlessly handed control over to Kellion, giving him a chance to stretch their legs.

"That was really fun." Kellion decided after a long moment.

"What, walking?" Sky asked.

"No, the day! Selling stuff, seeing people. They really liked you." Kellion grinned.

"They liked us, I think. You made some improvements. People appreciated them." Sky said. Kellion slowed to a stop and turned, looking at their reflections in the mirrored glass panels where they had first seen each other.

"I just built on what was already there, you had a lot of untapped potential." Kellion said.

"Are you trying to give me a pep talk?" Sky asked. Kellion stuck out his tongue, one that was rough and sandpapery in the reflection.

"I'm serious... But if I did that much without thinking, just imagine what I could do if I tried." Kellion said. Sky hesitated.

"What do you mean? People really noticed the claws already." Sky said. Kellion laughed.

"Those aren't claws... These are claws." The demon replied. Sky inhaled sharply as he felt a pressure build in his fingers, feeling as if they were water balloons getting filled too rapidly. The skin shuddered and split out, his fingernails broadening into thick, curved, sharp talons. The slightest movement of his fingers was exaggerated by the extensions of his hands. They were weapons, but they were also quite handsome.

"Kellion..." Sky murmured, wanting to protest but unable to.

"Hey, you're the one that admitted you liked it... I mean, if a little style got you noticed by the customers AND your boss, imagine what a bit more could do?" Kellion grinned. Sky gasped yet again as a tingling, stinging, burning sensation spread across his chest. Without his sweatshirt to hide the changes, Sky could see discolorations forming along the collar of his shirt. What had started as silver flecks had blossomed into silver shapes. They were curled, organic, fluid, looking like white hot flames... and they were the same markings that Kellion bore on his chest in the reflection.

"What are you doing?!" Sky asked.

"Hey, we share this body. I'm just trying to make myself feel a little more at home. Besides, you won't mind. I'm sure you'll like it." Kellion replied. Sky opened his mouth to speak, but even his tongue felt a little funny. It was rougher as it slipped across his teeth, almost as if it was coated in sandpaper grit. Even the tip felt a little weird as it flared, splitting out slightly into two subtle forks.

"Kell..." Sky panted, moaning. His tight pants were only getting tighter as his manhood swelled and thickened, his erection raging.

"See, I knew you'd like it... Although that brings up another fact. How do you humans feed yourselves If your dicks are so short?" Kellion asked.

"Feed... ourselves?" Sky asked.

"Yeah, you'd have to break your back to reach that way. Let me help, I think it's time you got a real tool for your tool belt." Kellion grinned.

"Not here, not-" Sky's protest fell away as he felt his cock start to pulse and throb and ache,. Every heartbeat pushed more blood into it, and with more blood came more size. His pants strained and stretched, the fabric growing taut, the button starting to cut through the material.

Sky's mind raced as he thought about the consequences of having his cock blow out of his pants on the street. He couldn't risk it, not here. He had to find some form of shelter, some privacy. His eyes scanned the downtown quarter, already knowing that virtually everything was closed at this time of night... except, of course, the coffee shop. Sky blushed furiously as he ran down the street, heading toward the warm creamy glow of the corner suite. The tin bell jangled as he burst in.

"Can I have a tea in a minute? I just gotta use the restroom!" Sky blurted as he bolted past the well meaning barista, pushing into the bathroom. The door wobbled shut behind him as he lunged for the stall, but thanks to Kellion's urgency, he didn't make it. The sound of a zipper giving up its will to live echoed through the tiled room as a button flew off and a thick, hard, long slab of meat unfurled, springing to life.

Without Sky's will, Kellion grabbed onto his dick with one clawed hand and then the other. Sky never would have been able to hold himself with two hands before, but now he had just enough room - and his shaft was getting even roomier. With every stroke and tug, the cock stretched longer and longer. He waddled into the stall, standing above the toilet, jerking himself off. Sky didn't fight it this time. He watched as his cock lengthened, pushing past ten inches, then twelve, then fourteen. As long as it was, it was getting fatter and rounder and fuller too. The heft pried his fingers apart until only the claws could touch around its girth.

"How big are you trying to get?" Sky moaned.

"As big as I was before? Maybe bigger with your help." Kellion grinned.

"How fucking big were you before?!" Sky moaned out louder.

"I was a beast." Kellion hissed, throwing his head back. Sky howled out as his cock surged longer, but the changes were slipping through his entire body. The bathroom was barely lit and it was in darkness that Kellion thrived.

Clawed hands worked Sky's cock as it grew out to almost sixteen inches in length, the meat throbbing and pulsing, but it still didn't seem quite right to Kellion. Human cocks were so strange and round. He preferred his own shaft, how it had looked in the underworld. He held his hand out, cupping it over the tip of Sky's shaft. As the rounded head hit his palm, it kept trying to grow but faced opposition.

Like a sculptor molding clay, the round tip blunted and flared out, flattening and broadening. Sky's urethra grew larger, and even a thick, ridged ring began to form half way up his long, fat, blunt cock. By the time Sky realized what was happening, it was too late. Kellion had fashioned their member into one that was clearly equine in shape... He was literally hung like a horse.

"Fuck!" Sky exclaimed.

"Are you okay in there?" Keith called in from outside.

"Yeah, I- I- I-" Sky stammered, flushed as the heat raced through his body. As much attention had been paid to his cock, his balls had enjoyed the touch of demonic encouragement as well. They swelled rapidly, bloating and growing and filling out his sack until that too had to stretch and expand.

"I'm going to come in, I have to make sure you're okay." The barista warned.

"No, it's okay, I'm doing-" Skylar turned to finish his protest just as Keith opened the door and stepped in. The two met eyes, then both looked down at Skylar's horse cock, and then Skylar came. Thick ropes of cum shot out, splattering across the barista's blue apron. It was thick and copious, coming out in rope after rope, hosing Keith down. It soaked his apron, it dribbled from his glasses, it stuck to his wavy brown hair.

A strange look crossed the young man's face, his eyes glazing over. He lunged forward and grabbed onto Skylar's huge cock, wrapping his lips around the end, gulping and guzzling at the cum greedily.

"What the fuck?!" Skylar gasped, but Kellion reached out, grabbing onto the back of the barista's head, watching lumps form on his forehead. The skin grew irritated and red, bulging out before two horns burst through the skin. The human's ears pushed up into points, dark stubble began to cross his cheeks and chin. He sucked and drank the seed pouring forth, and soon hair erupted from his face. A mustache dipped down over his upper lip, brushing along Sky's cock. More hair pooled out of his cheeks and chin, dropping down in a curtain.

Sky watched as the cum soaked apron grew tighter and tighter as the Barista's shirt tightened and thickened until buttons popped and split out, revealing a swelling, growing, hairy chest. His pants got tighter and tighter and even his shoes warped and stretched before they burst, thick hooves destroying the leather and rubber that had kept his feet safe on his shifts. Thick wooly fur sprouted from his ankles, coating his legs.

It had taken only moments, but the barista had been completely changed. He crouched there as a satyr, sucking down Sky's load, a tiny goat like tail sticking up out of the waist of his pants - pants that finally gave out as his new twelve inch cock flopped free and began to shower the floor with his own semen. Sky panted hard, taken aback, trying to figure out what the next step was going to be, though his thoughts didn't last long as he felt a strange sensation growing in his loins.

It started as a gurgle, then a rumble, and then a throbbing. His balls had been emptied of everything they had to offer, but the power that had warped his shaft so much was now trying to make up for lost time. His balls churned as new fluids collected in them, but it wasn't enough, not for Kellion. He had the cock he wanted, but a cock like that deserved more.

"Fuck..." Sky moaned as his balls began to swell, expanding outward to the size of kiwis, then rounding larger to gold balls, then larger still. The sack stretched tight, staying just ahead of the balls. Sky moaned louder, but then he gasped as he felt a rough, leathery hand on his cock. Keith had lifted his spent cock and was massaging it, stroking it, guiding it back towards another erection.

"If you insist..." The bearded satyr grinned, giving Sky another few strokes before he turned around. Keith had gotten so much taller and bigger, and certainly hairier. He showed off his wooly ass, his tail twitching as he leaned forward. His furry cheeks parted to reveal an undulating black pucker. Kellion wasted no time in moving forward. Sky gasped as his huge horse cock dove deep into the satyr. Clawed hands grabbed on and he started to slide forward and back, picking up speed.

The sensations were strange for sure. Kellion was fucking his new creation while Sky felt everything. His balls kept swelling, swinging low beneath his demonic meat. They had to be at least the size of avocados by now... but even Skylar wanted more. It wasn't enough just to experience, he had to be a part of it. Slowly he eased into Kellion, their two wills becoming one, their movements synchronizing. He thrust faster and deeper, hearing the wet and lewd slap-slap-slap of their coming together.

Keith moaned and groaned, grabbing onto the sink for support. Two bodies in motion, staying in motion as their heavenly orbs swung and grew beneath them. It was physics at its finest, powered by supernatural forces beyond science's measure. Sky and Kellion growled, going at it, feeling the pendulum tug of their grapefruit sized balls before, at last, the new orgasm came.

The barista let out an unearthly sound as he came as well, his shaft erupting with thick semen that showered down across the bathroom, releasing its manly, musky scent. Sky, however, felt his entire body erupt with light and pleasure, fire burning through his veins. It was all so much pleasure and lust and passion and physical delight. Sky normally felt tired and dizzy after orgasms, but his was still going strong, and he felt another pressure building, this time in his head.

As Skylar thrashed and ground, he grunted softly, his eyes squeezing shut. His head ached and stung, the skin growing tight as two lumps formed on his own skull. The skin bulged, reddened, tiny veins breaking beneath the skin. It seemed like almost too much to take until Sky called out as a tiny black nub broke through the skin on the right side of his forehead, followed shortly after by an equal puncture on the left.

The skin retracted, pulling back as two ribbed, black horns emerged from his skin, contrasting with his pale skin and blond hair. They curved into place before stopping. It was a respectable size, just like his horse shaft and his giant balls, just like the load he'd given Keith. Sky panted in the afterglow as his orgasm ended, as well as the after glow from being the owner of two new demon horns. That was going to be a lot harder to explain at work...

****

The sound of the shower filled the bathroom, water cascading down across the plastic wall, running down into the tub and circling the drain. It had been Kellion that had gotten them home, but Sky that insisted on a shower. Somehow the hot water cascading down across his skin wasn't enough to clear his head from what had just happened. Sky shook his head a bet, feeling his wet hair brush his shoulders and water fling from his horns. Even it was longer than it had ever been before... but that was nothing compared to the barista they had encountered.

"How could we do that to him? His life won't be the same, how is he going to go on?" Sky murmured.

"I'm sure he'll get more tips now." Kellion grinned.

"How can you joke about that?" Sky asked. Kellion hesitated, feeling just how deeply Sky was shaken. He took a moment to recompose his thoughts.

"The humans... won't know that he's different, they'll just feel it a bit." Kellion said.

"What do you mean? You change my nails a little and everyone noticed." Sky murmured, reaching for the shampoo, though his hand stopped half way to the bottle. Maybe his own natural scent was a better one, one that would be more appealing.

"What they noticed was that you carried yourself differently. You were more engaged, you were more excited. You liked the changes you had, and people liked that confidence." Kellion replied, "They'll know that our new friend is more confident too... Handsome, with a big beard, sure... They might realize he's packing a bit more in his pants, of course, but only those touched like us will see him for the wild fuck beast he really is." Kellion replied.

"And us?" Sky asked, reaching down, lifting his half hard horse cock. Just by being touched, it started to firm and grow and stiffen, jutting out from his groin like some sort of meaty flag pole. "I've got a monster between my legs, and horns on my head that are totally out of season this time of year."

"We can be noticed as much or as little as you want, but if you liked how this felt... Just imagine what we could do if we went all the way?" Kellion whispered. Sky stood there, holding a horse cock in his hand, debating for a long moment. He had gone from a lukewarm, beige sort of human that had been content to sign over his body part time to a demon just to break up the monotony, to someone that was ready to take a leap of faith, to embrace change and aspire to something better. He took a breath, reached down to turn the shower off and grabbed the towel from the rack.,

"Let's do it." He said softly. Kellion grinned for the both of them.

****

The full moon had been several days prior, and as it waned, Kellion's powers grew. They had left their house behind, heading into the small patch of woods that stretched out behind the property. The leaves had long since fallen beneath their feet, being pulverized into dust and dirt as they walked. The trees provided enough cover that light didn't reach in from the city, plunging them into near darkness.

"Where are we going?" Sky asked.

"Be patient, I have to find just the right spot..." Kellion countered. Their eyes scanned the terrain before he spotted just what he needed... a pond of water reflecting no light at all. It looked pitch black, like a well dipping into infinity. Kellion moved over to the edge of the pond and started to strip. Sky's shirt got caught up on his horns briefly before it was tossed to the ground, then his shoes got kicked off. Socks came next, then pants, then finally underwear.

"I told you you shouldn't have worn so much clothing." Kellion smirked.

"Hey, if we get sick, I'm blaming you." Sky said. Kellion snorted at that before he crouched down. With his increased cock length, the tip nearly brushed the ground just by crouching, but he found a good balance. The demon reached out with one long black claw and dipped it into the water. The surface began to ripple and shudder, oscillating almost as if vibrations were passing through. The water heated up, rising in temperature fast. Steam started to climb off the surface until it actually started to bubble.

Just as Sky was about to ask what was going on, the water jumped. It wrapped around their hand, coating his claws and skin... but it wasn't water anymore. It was liquid darkness, pitch black. It swirled over his arm, coating it. It swept across his shoulders and poured down his chest, sweeping over him in inky oily fastness. Sky gasped, watching his pale skin as it was subsumed. The darkness coiled downwards, swirling and spiraling across his legs. It closed across his ribs and dove across his groin. His hard, full cock got even harder as the peachy tan flesh was encased in the charcoal black.

The unearthly color corrupted and covered Skylar's body, coating it neck to toe before it swept upwards. It slipped across his throat, curved over his chin, crept across his cheeks and slipped through his hair. It continued to drain the pond until nothing was left but hot mud. The pigmentation ringed his mouth, covered his nose, circled his eyes and connected inwards. As it locked into place, the liquid flashed in temperature before it sunk into his flesh, changing it into a demonic hide.

Skylar howled and came, shooting out ropes of thick demonic jism, but he was far from done. He threw his head back, his pale blond hair tingeing with the red of blood, growing brighter and brighter as the color spread out to the tips. His toenails grew out, sharpening into claws like the ones that tipped his fingers, and he roared even more as his canines stretched into long, sharp fangs.

Crouching for that long and supporting his own weight came with other benefits as his ass cheeks rounded and puffed out, growing stronger and rounder, taking on a perky curve. His balloon butt parted slightly to make room for his tailbone as it peeled away from his pelvis, becoming independent. With each wiggle, it grew longer and longer. Bones grew in one after the next as ligaments and muscle swept down. The tail hit the ground and kept going, slithering outward like a snake before finally the tip blunted, flattened and fanned out to form a spaded tip.

Sudden bursts of pleasurable pain came as spikes jutted up out of Sky's chest, thickest along his shoulders, but shorter and blunter ones closer to his sternum. A sizzling came as the silver tattoos he had gained from Kellion before emerged, marking his obsidian skin with a flash of metallic highlight. It looked like a wreathe of white hot flames, frozen in a moment of time.

Steam lifted off of Sky's changed body as the changes slowed and subsided, leaving him there naked in the woods, crouching. His demonic tail flicked, his cock dribbled, his body tingled and his mouth drooled. The last change came as his eyelids parted, revealing the glowing amber eyes of a demon, awoken into his true body. A fanged grin crossed his lips as he felt like he was truly who he was meant to be.

****

Working at the Last Lap coffee shop had been a fairly rewarding career for Keith. Sure, it had all the trappings of retail work, but it came with several perks - pun intended. The days were hectic but the evenings were pretty calm, in fact, he often got paid to do very little for the last two or three hours. Normally Keith loved that, but after his change... it was a lot harder to manage.

The customers had noticed that he had 'grown his beard out', that he was looking 'very handsome', but none of them had been able to see the beast he had become. As far as they were concerned, he was a quintessential hipster with his wavy hair pulled back into a ponytail, his long brown beard down to his throat, his thick framed glasses and his blue plaid shirt beneath his apron. But he knew he was more than that, he was a beast. He was a satyr.

Keith worked on cleaning the counter, but as he leaned close, he felt the pressure squeeze against his fat, long, thick satyr dick. He groaned a bit, pressing in harder, starting to rub and grind and hump the counter. It was a mistake as his cock bloated out even larger, filling out as it stretched down his right leg, creeping toward his knee. He fantasized about going about his day with nothing but his apron on, showing off his wooly legs and his goat tail, not to mention his mighty meat.

The jingle of the tin bell shook Keith out of his revelry and as he looked up, his eyes illuminated with joy. Standing in the doorway was his maker, his mate, his boyfriend and his lover. Sky was darker than the night behind him, pitch black against a sea of navy blue. His horns glistened in the warm creamy glow of the shop. Keith licked his lips with anticipation.

"What can I get you?" he asked.

"Business has been really picking up at the shop. I was looking for a way to unwind." Sky said. The satyr purred at that, reaching down to grope his own cock before his fingers started to fiddle with the button. His pants dropped, falling around his cloven hooves, allowing his swelling shaft to bob up into the air, flinging pre across the floor he had cleaned just a few minutes earlier.

"I think I have just the thing in mind, but you'll have to come back here to get it..." he said, moving over to open the little counter cover that went over the gap. Sky grinned and approached, sliding through the gap, turning to look at Keith in appreciation.

"My, my... You really did grow up to be a big boy." Sky said, reaching out to caress the satyr's huge fury balls. While Sky was just a bit bigger when it came to his own balls, it appeared Keith might have surpassed him as far as width went, and just looking at him made Sky's tail hole quiver.

"It's all thanks to you. All this meat, now I just need somewhere to pack it." Keith said, leaning to kiss Sky's neck, nibbling the dark flesh. Sky murmured, feeling the satyr's heat and energy. He turned toward the counter and fumbled with his own pants before letting them drop. His spaded demon tail slipped back, curling around Keith's waist, pulling him closer.

Keith let out a bit of a grunt as he felt his cock brush against the tough demonic hide. He savored it for a moment, enjoying the closeness, but in the end the heat got to be too much. Taking a step back, then half a step more, Keith got just enough room to hoist his fat, thick meat up. Before he even got to Sky's cheeks, his cock dribbled enough pre to act as lube. Sky moaned out loud as he felt the hot slick pouring between his cheeks, then moaned even louder as that wide, full cock began pushing at his posterior.

Sky wasn't sure exactly what he had expected. He'd never had another man take him before, let alone a mystical beast of his own creation. His ring had parted to accept the thick cock, but as the barista began to push in an inch, then another, then a third, it was almost as if his ass was... greedy? It began to pulse and throb and contract, undulating with muscles Sky was sure no human had. Kellion, on the other hand, was particularly familiar with that aspect of demonic anatomy.

Keith grunted as he felt his cock being pulled in, drawn in deeper. He thrust, but Sky's ass only got greedier. It became a tug of war, a battle of the wills as the barista thrust forward and tried to pull back, fighting Sky's body to pull out. The two moaned and huffed at the added exertion, their temperatures climbing higher and higher. The wet, lewd, rough sounds increased as they went at it, sweat soaking Keith's fur. He went to town, grunting and growling, holding onto Sky's hips for leverage while the demon braced against the counter.

"This is your chance..." Kellion whispered.

"My chance for what?" Sky muttered and then moaned. Keith was too absorbed in his fucking to pay much mind that Skylar was talking to himself.

"Take his soul, he's giving it to you." Kellion replied.

"What? Are you kidding me?" Sky muttered.

"It's what we're meant to do, and you'll love the result... He will too. You already feel it starting, you just have to let it happen." Kellion said. Sky hesitated, but as he thought about it, he could feel it... The thrusting, the tugging, the give and take, the back and forth flow. His ass was hungry for more than just cock, it was trying to draw in Keith's essence.

Against his better judgment, Sky embraced the feeling. Sky gasped at once and then let out a growl of pleasure beyond anything he'd experienced. He growled, fingers digging into Sky's hips deeper, enough to bruise him if he had been human still. Sky closed his eyes and then opened them, letting them gleam as bright as hot lava, gritting his sharp fangs, his claws actually cutting into the counter.

Sky felt the flash as he got a fragment of Keith's soul, then another. The barrier broke down and it began to flow out of the satyr and into the demon, and as it did, the restraint keeping Keith's body in check began to crumble. The air around them filled with a spicy musk of a satyr in heat, produced by glands that were going into overdrive. The barista's apron grew tight, the plaid shirt beneath even tighter, and Sky was becoming very aware that he was no longer the tallest one in this particular arrangement.

Keith's mercy and tenderness softened, replaced with single minded focus on fucking. Inch by inch, he stretched taller, pushing to six foot one, six foot three, then six foot six. His shirt strained until a button popped, then a second. The plaid shirt ripped open to reveal a mountain of firming pecs, hardening abs, and broadening shoulders. Even with the buttons ripped loose, it still wasn't enough. The fabric began to tear at the seams as the barista's body broadened and widened.

Even the hand on Sky's hips was growing longer and wider, stretching to an immense size. So caught up in his lust, Keith reached out to grab the demon's chest, his palm so large that it reached from one of Skylar's nipples to the other. Sky moaned in shock as he drained the barista of the last shreds of his soul, looking up in the reflection in the window as Keith grew to be a hulking beast, adding on dozens, perhaps even hundreds of pounds of muscle and mass.

The satyr snarled, throwing his horned head back, his beard growing wider and longer to compliment his huge body. His horns spooled out of his head, growing longer. His pointed ears stretched wider. Keith's hooves had spread out, getting thicker and broadening to support his much larger size. His legs were like tree trunks, his body was gigantic, and his hand caressed Sky's stomach and chest with barely a movement up or down.

Sky was shocked, Kellion was delighted, and Keith was nearly drained. The last flow of energy slipped down from his chest, along his mammoth cock, and into a small repository behind Skylar's sternum that he didn't know he had. As the last shred of his innocence was removed, the huge satyr threw his head back, revealing his new set of fangs as he roared out and came.

The flow hit Sky thick, hot, and plentiful. He grabbed back onto the counter tight, bracing himself as he felt a huge spray, then another, then another. Sky's eyes widened as the satyr kept cumming. The demon's stomach gurgled as everything backed up. Keith drooled, his flow unending. Sky moaned as his stomach started to distend, rounding and filling, but as greedy as his ass had been, he felt that even he had limits.

With great reluctance, he pushed his hips back, forcing Keith to retreat a step or two. Then he pulled forward, slipping off the huge cock before turning around to face it. The first few ropes hit Sky's chest, pouring down around his huge horse cock, but without the tight confines to compress the stream, Keith's spray began to broaden, hosing the demon down along with the counter, the floor, and even the register.

Sky watched his seven and a half foot tall bearded monster friend coat the store in satyr seed, brandishing a cock that had to be at least twenty inches long over balls the size of coconuts. If his ass could do that to a man... Sky wondered just how far things could really go. He grinned wider and wider, wrapping his clawed hands around his cum covered cock, ready to join Keith in an orgasm of their afterlife.

****

It was no surprise that the Hot Topic stood out in contrast to the mediocrity of the rest of the mall, but over the last few days it had been escalating to a new level. The music was louder, the store was darker, and there was usually a line of customers waiting to get in. The store had been packed all week, to the point where Chris had come in to help out as an additional employee. It was the first time since opening that the shelves and displays weren't overflowing with merchandise. Everything was flying off the shelves, and several customers came back a couple times a day just to see Skylar.

As far as the customers could see, Sky was a six foot four muscle boy with crimson hair down to the middle of his back, sporting a nose ring and double sets of earrings. His low collar shirt showed off his silver tattoos, and his nails were black and fierce. His pants showed off his bubble butt and the obscene bulge in the front, but even that was nowhere near the truth. He'd mastered his disguise, shielding his true self from the humans... he'd even fallen into sync with Kellion enough that they usually thought with the same thought - at least most of the time. They still had their disagreements, and occasionally Sky had to take control if there was a threat.

His influence had spread, little by little to those around him. Chris had been the second recipient. The customers couldn't see it, but Chris had embraced the demon, taking on his own new form. His silvery scales complimented his many piercings, his tattoos now brandished across dragon hide. His hair was silky and almost mane like, growing out from the short buzz cut he'd had, and every so often his long tail would knock something over, even though the humans couldn't see it.

With every sale, with every touch, even sometimes with a glance, Sky was unlocking the potential of those that came into the shop. It was different every time, the outcomes hard to predict, but he seemed to be able to enhance whatever manliness, whatever corruption was lurking beneath the surface. He'd watch his customers become twinks, thugs, muscular jocks. He'd seen some become more feline, canine, even hints of a donkey or two... and somewhere deep down, Skylar and Kellion wondered if that had been the purpose of the forgotten pact.

Humanity had been too restrained when their father's father's fathers had made the agreement. It would have taken enough time for there to be room to maneuver, enough sin accumulated over the ages to work with. Sky had no idea if they'd known that for sure, but it was the case now. Kellion made a perfect partner, and together they were going to reshape the world, one man and one beast at a time. Sky's glowing eyes lifted up, spotting one customer standing in the corner, sporting an erection as he looked at the glass display full of body piercings. Skylar slipped out from behind the counter and moved over.

"Let me make you a deal..." he grinned, resting his clawed hand on the customer's shoulder.