Carousel of unearthly delights
After seeing [this sequence](%5C) by [turbinedivinity](%5C) featuring[phoenix-d](%5C), I haven't been able to get it out of my head. This is the result of that little obsession. Contains transformation, rubberisation, sexual objectification, and mind control. It's also the first time I've used someone else's character in my stories, so thanks for letting me, Phoenix-D!
The Carousel of Uneathrly Delights
The source of the beguiling music was in the centre of the fair. As he pushed his way through the crowds, the deerphin suddenly stumbled free into an empty space, despite the crush of people around him. The people pushed against each other as they made their way through the packed fairground, but none of them even noticed the strange construction in the centre. Phoenix was the only one who seemed to notice it, and he was that they weren't even looking at him any more, not now that he was close to the enticing music.
He was glad of that, as there had been a lot of odd looks, as if the people expected him to be in one of the freak side shows, not walking around like normal people. The deerphin was something out of most furries experience, though - although his overall shape and facial structure was that of a deer, his skin was smooth, and blue, with a white belly and muzzle, and a splash of yellow on his flanks. He was hairless as well, save for the cervine ears that crowned his bald head. He was slimly built, and digitarde hooves supported his wide, flat tail that swung in wide arcs behind him as he walked. The tail hole of his blue jeans had to be specially enlarged to cope with it, but at least he didn't have a dorsal fin like some cetaceans, and could wear a normal shirt.
The music had captured his attention from the gateway to the fairground. It was a simple, repeating tune, but there was something about it that caught the mind, and demanded his presence. Something off-key, but sounding right. Sharp. Dangerous.
The music pulsed out of speakers mounted beneath the sign of the ride. In classic gothic lettering, it read: 'Turbine Divines' Carousel Of Unearthly Delights'.
The carousel itself was difficult to see. Surely, he wondered, if they wanted to get people on, it should be open, so everyone could see it? But this was designed differently. Enormous black boards were lined up around the gentle curve of the machine, with only one gap at the top where multi coloured light blazed out. There was no clue what was going on in the centre, what kind of ride he might expect.
It was just a carousel, right? Just some fibreglass animals going round in a circle, just for the kids. Yet Phoenix could not stop himself from drawing closer.
One of the boards had a door cut into it, light spilling out from the cracks. It was attended by a tall, angular grey wolf, dressed in Victorian finery and a top hat, beaming an unwavering smile at the deerphin. Phoenix frowned; he'd seen a couple of the other ride attendants on the way here, and they had been dirty, dishevelled carnies, not the precisely attired showman standing before him.
With a flourish and a bow, the wolf pulled open the door, and gestured into the bright white light that shone out, blinding Phoenix. "If you'd like to choose your steed, sir," he said, "we are almost ready to begin another ride."
The deerphin covered his eyes, squinting at the attendant. "How much is the ride?"
"You can pay when you come off." Once again, the wolf waved him into the light, and this time a chord of the strange, ethereal music flowed into his ears, making them twitch. His hand fell away from his eyes, and he stepped through the door onto the carousel, trying to see what lay within.
As soon as the door shut, the light went out. The world was pitch black for a second, and Phoenix stumbled in the shock. Then soft light from the fairground filtered through the gap above the boards, and his eye began to adjust. He could make out shapes in the darkness, and assumed that they must be the carousel animals, ready to ride. He stood - and saw the figures in the darkness move.
Beyond the limits of his vision, stretching off in all directions, things began to shift, ranks of uniform, fluid motions, pressing in from every direction. some were so far away that they must have been outside of the carousel, but nonetheless, they still were. A wild fear of the unknown, impossible filled Phoenix, and he stumbled, raising his arms to protect himself, a small whimper escaping his mouth. Something bumped into his legs, and he tripped, sprawling on the floor.
Inches away form his face, a bright white spotlight set into the floor sprang into life. The blaze blinded him, and he flinched again, glancing up and seeing a massive, powerful lion illuminated from beneath, about to pounce on him, claws extended.
He threw up his arms again, curling into a ball and wrapping his thick dolphin tail around himself, as if that would protect him. But no gory death descended on him, and slowly the deerphins' heart slowed, and he peeked out of his ball. The lion had not moved, he saw. And why would it have? It was made from a solid lump of fused plastic!
He breathed out in relief. Of course! If this was a carousel, there would be animals to ride. And this... His mouth opened as he took in the lion, and saw why the carousel was enclosed.
The plasticy sculpture was not a typical fibreglass carousel animal, crudely painted and chipped by careless use. No, this a work of art, not plastic but seeming to be some type of rubber Phoenix couldn't identify. It was quadruped, of course, and had a saddle on its back, with a gilded pole passing through the chest of the beast, just in front of the pommel of the saddle.
But it was not that which caught his full attention. The lion has certain attributes not normally found on a carousel ride; a pair of massive breasts hung from the sculptures' chest, and further back, a massive, hard cock speared from between its legs, almost reaching the golden pole that erupted from between those tits. Straps, showing up bright blue against the golden plastic, attached the nipples of the lion to the cock, held a butt plug in place, and tied a bit in the lions' snarling mouth to reins that a rider could hold.
Tentatively, Phoenix reached out and touched the lions' breast. The realism and quality of the artwork made him think for a moment that it would react, but of course that was ridiculous. His finger pressed into the plastic covering of the breasts, and it gave just like the real thing. Suddenly, his hands were rubbing all over the bound lions' body, feeling every inch. It wasn't totally real, no lion had that skin, and the mane was one solid mass, but the beauty and attractiveness - he felt himself begin to grow in his pants.
Another movement out of the corner of his eye drew his head up. He'd forgotten about the legion of things moving in the darkness. Now he saw the second reason the carousel was enclosed: this side of the boards were covered in mirrors, as was the central pillar of the ride. Reflections bounced back and forth in the mirrors, and the deerphin could see himself from every angle, repeated and stretching off into infinite space. He let out a laugh as he realised it was his own movement that had scared him so earlier.
But there was something wrong with this picture, he realised. Somehow, the track the pole of the lion ran on seemed to be straight, and lead off impossibly in a direction that should have been out of the carousel. His curiosity got the better of him, and he dropped to his knees in front of the lion, examining the floor.
A barely noticeable track of floor was raised. He couldn't tell precisely, but the curve of it must have been enough to take it around the carousel.
So that was how they did it! An optical illusion, a trick that fooled the eye into believing that it went on forever.
He paused. His knees were on the floor, his head bent down close to the floor, and his arse pushed up into the air - right in front of the lion.
He couldn't move for a second. Through his mind, the image of the lion completing its leap, landing on him and sinking that cock deep inside him-
But nothing of the sort happened. It was just a carousel figure.
He looked to one side. The reflection showed him how silly he looked, posing ready for a statue to mount him. Feeling foolish, he stood, one hand on the lions' mane, and looked forward, to what should have been his reflection.
Except it wasn't. The light must have bounced around from behind him, because he could see the back of his own head - but the carousel animal was different! Instead of a lion, the deerphin he saw in front of him had his hand on the mane of a zebra!
Squinting, he puzzled at the image. That was his back, there was no doubt over that - he knew of no other deerphins, and as far as he knew, his species combination was quite unique. Gently, he moved his hand, sliding it up and over the lions' thick mane. The reflection did the same, but - The zebra's mane stuck up higher than the lions' did, although it was thinner. As his hand ran over the top of the lion, it appeared to pass through the zebra in the mirror. Somehow, the mirror was reflecting him, but showing a different carousel animal! Beyond the zebra, he could see himself standing by another animal, something red, and beyond that, something else, stretching on into infinity.
A thrill of wonder passed through him. This ride was a work of genius and art! He couldn't begin to work out the delicate engineering that must have gone into the arrangement of mirrors, to show himself but not the ride animals. He set off towards the zebra, wanting to see more of this miraculous space.
As soon as his hooves touched the ground away from the lion, he was lost.
The reflections spun around him. A kaleidoscope of colours, red and pink and his own steel grey skin, shone into his eyes. Distance warped and twisted in front of him, mirrors seeming to shift reality around him. The deerphin stopped, and shook his head, looking back at the lion on the twisted pole. It was less than a four feet away, but it looked so much further-
Phoenix closed his eyes, fighting a second of nausea. He'd have trouble getting anywhere with just his eyes, but he was a deerphin, and he could see without eyes. He let out a high pitched squeal, well into the supersonic, and the echoes resonating through his cetaceanic jaw showed him the layout of the carousel and the curve of the floor.
He didn't like to use echolocation in public; there was something about walking along with your eyes closed but perfectly able to see that creeped people out. In addition, the sound wave passed straight through clothes, and he could see all the furries around him naked - he much preferred to undress them slowly. But here and now it was perfect, and he strode confidentially to the next plastic creature.
The zebra was attired similarly to the lion, tied up with straps that joined nipples to cock head, a massive butt plug thrust beneath the playfully flicking tail. The out of place genitals looked almost painfully aroused in tight bands that wrapped around the ball sack, and Phoenix felt a sympathy throb in his own groin. The zebra was not disturbed by its plastic predicament, rather, it seemed to smile around the bit gagging it coquettishly, winking up at the deerphin and inviting him to climb on the saddle and ride off into the mirrors.
But he realised the zebra wasn't smiling at him. He glanced over his shoulder, and saw that the zebra would be looking at the lion, the two locked in a permanent lust-filled chase, never to reach consummation. A melancholy thought drifted over his mind, and he knew it would be wrong to ride one of these two alone.
The next animal defied identification through echolocation alone. He could only see the outline, the
reflecting sound differently from the jagged confusion of mirrors. The legs of the creature were equine and ended in hooves, while the body was thinner than any horse. A fox's brush appeared to erupt from the sculptures' rear, and the head had pointed, almost canine ears. beneath hung what could only be massive breasts, and a long, thick horsecock. By the time he was close enough to open his eyes without suffering from nausea, he was desperately curious what his next ride could be.
A fusion of forms awaited him. Like him, this was neither one thing nor the other: half fox, half horse, but every inch the arousing ride. The fox-horses' skin was furless and shiny, a rubbery orange coating that shimmered under the light from below. The hooves had been painted blue, to match the straps and bells attached elsewhere. The wide saddle was tied on just behind the golden spiral pole that drove through the centre of the creature, with reins leading through a plume of blue plasticised hair from a bit in the vulpine muzzle, blinders preventing the beast from looking from side to side.
But it was the eyes that attracted Phoenix the most. He walked in front of the animal, to get a better look. Somehow, the artist had captured a look of shock and horror on the face, with an undercurrent of lust and arousal that couldn't be denied. Perhaps what was making the fox-horse so afraid was being so horny it couldn't stop itself, mused the deerphin, before leaning in and whispering into the creatures' ear, "Don't worry so much. I'm just gonna have a fun little ride, and I'm sure you're gonna love it."
He reached down to the massive breasts jutting from between the equine forelegs. The gave pleasantly under his touch, the bells piercing the nipples jingling softly as they moved. One hand he reached between them to pull on the straps that lead to the head of that thick pink horsecock. And then his head jerked back up.
Had the fox-horses' head just moved, ever so slightly? Perhaps it was just the angle he was looking at. The eyes seemed to be looking down now; hadn't they been looking forwards at him before?
But no. He was kneeling before a carousel horse, as if it were a partner he was about to make love to.
He stood, taking on hand off the fox-horse to wave a good bye as he disappeared from its' field of view. The other he used to steady himself as he swung one leg over the saddle.
He settled into the saddle, the plastic cradling him comfortably through the fabric of his jeans. The reins were just in front of the gilded pole, and he pulled them towards him, expecting that to start the ride. Nothing happened. "Um," He said, looking around at the myriad reflections staring back at him nervously. "I'm ready to start?"
Music swelled out of hidden speakers. The same tune as before, but now he could hear all of it, hidden chords that emphasised notes in strange ways. The urgent, constant tones rang in Phoenixs' head, and for a second he didn't even notice that the fox-horse had begun to move.
The pole lifted the equines' torso, and as it did so, hidden gears and levers twisted deep within the beasts' body. The long limbs started to rise and fall, the head to rock back and forth in a mechanical imitation of a gallop, carrying the deerphin straight between the ranks of mirrors.
He glanced over his shoulder, seeing the reflection behind him of his own body riding the zebra, the striped head tossing joyfully, although his legs seemed to pass through the black and white flanks. Then the fox-horse reached the bottom of its ride, and he became rather distracted.
Something in the mechanism must have slipped out of place. As the fox-horse began its rise, the rubbery saddle deformed as something pushed up against it, rubbing hard against the deerphins' crotch, making him gasp in surprise.
That was his secret, of course: he was not just a combination of animal forms, but genders as well. He didn't have breasts, because his nipples were hidden in folds of skin either side of the slit that contained his long, prehensile penis, but beneath that was a further slit that was much deeper: his vagina, safely concealing his true gender from the rest of the world, but in just the right place to be rubbed and pressed by the rouge lever beneath the saddle.
Phoenix clutched at the pole. The light pressure wasn't enough to do anything, but the sheer shock at suddenly being fondled by a machine in that way took his breath away. The fox-horse was about to land again, and he was about to shift so that it didn't happen again; but somehow he didn't, leaning forward in his seat so that next push was deeper, almost splitting his lips through the fabric. He shuddered, and hugged the pole tighter.
He could hear his slight whimpers above the music. Opening his eyes, he could see himself in the mirrors, riding down the seemingly endless hall. The reflections eyes spoke of lust and wanton pleasures of the flesh, driving his strange genitals into the hermaphrodite beneath him-
Did they know he was a herm, too? Was that why he had been let in here? Were they watching him, as he was pushed and pressured from below-
The lever pressed into him again, and he let out a cry of frustration: it would never be enough to get him off. And in this erotically charged carousel, the dancing hermaphrodites beneath his repeated images demanded his attention, forcing his arousal to higher levels. With his right hand, he unbuttoned his jeans, enabling him to slip one hand down the front. The pressure from his tight pants kept his penis within his sheath, ready to erupt into hardness, but he could slide his hand further down, teasing the lips of his vagina. The fox-horse beneath him shifted again, and pushed his finger up inside himself. Muscles clenched around the invading digit, and the deerphin bit his lower lip, moaning softly.
He found his body had almost frozen from the over stimulation of his nerves, clutching at the gilded
pole. But that was moving, too, and he couldn't stop his body shifting as the angle changed. With his finger locked in place, he moved around it ever so slightly, but it was too much. The sight in the mirrors of himself being abused by the relentless drive of his own lusts was too much, and deep pleasure welled up from between his legs. The first wave of muscular contractions racked his body. He gasped, and grabbed at the pole with his sticky fingers, hooves curling back and forth as his legs tingled. The second wave had the blood rushing from his head as his eyes rolled back, going limp with the ecstasy. He was barely aware what was going on as he slipped from the saddle and lay on the track, tail twitching as he came.
He opened his eyes in time to see the fox-horse gallop off. He could see now that the mirrors were moving with the animals, showing him a confused medley of bright flashing lights and pounding music. In opening his jeans, he had released the pressure on his dick, and it had sprung to its' full size, pulling his balls out as well. Aftershocks of pleasure ran like electric shocks from his pussy, but the orgasm hadn't sated his desires: he was still as needy as ever.
The zebra cantered into view as pulled off his jeans and shirt. Naked, he stood and took a few steps towards the equine, but the beasts' enticing glances were moving too fast, and with his legs still shaking from the force of that orgasm, he couldn't catch up. The striped mechanical legs kicked off into the distance.
He turned, ready to catch the lion. He didn't know what he was going to do - pull out that butt plug and rape the statue, or rub himself between the soft rubbery tits beneath its' mane?
But as the lion approached, he was distracted by what followed it. He hadn't looked back before, but it appeared there was nothing there - the pole was empty. In fact, the twisted golden pole wasn't complete - the lower potion thrust out of the ground, and the upper part descended from the roof, but they both ended with rounded knobs. Just right, Phoenix couldn't help thinking, for slipping inside himself, his mouth and pussy starting to drool with anticipation.
But the pole was moving, and he couldn't exactly run along, being fucked. The small strip of moving floor, though, offered him some hope. As the thrusting pole moved level with him, he grabbed hold of the pole, and put one hoof on to the track. The speed almost pulled him over, but he held on and was carried away. Glancing around, he could see his reflection superimposed on the carousel animals, seeming to clamber out of the lion in front of him - or disappear into.
But the pole was moving up and down over his crotch, nudging his ball sack and penis. When at its full height, it was too high for him to lift himself onto, but the lowest was below the level of his crotch. He swung himself forward, gritting his teeth in anticipation of penetration, and a dribble of his juice slipped onto the head of the golden rod.
As it moved up, the cold head slipped between his lower lips. In involuntary shiver ran through his body, and vaginal muscles clenched around the invader, as if trying to keep it out. The force was too great, though, and it drove deeper into his female sex. Squealing, he rose up, extending his ankles as far as they would go, far enough that his legs trembled with muscular strain. Then the fall began, dragging his body down with it, as if he could not bear to have the pole withdrawn from his body.
The thrusts came slowly, in time to the undercurrents of the music. At the peak, he screamed supersonically, his eyes were wide and unseeing, but as it fell, he closed his eyes and dipped his legs, panting and moaning as he was fucked hard. That was why he did not see what was rising along the twists of the golden pole, moving up with the pole but staying in the same place as it fell. It paused just beneath his tail, and the waving fluke brushed up against it, causing the deerphin to swing his head to look, panting, between his legs.
He just caught a glimpse of the blue butt plug before another mighty thrust it up. The ring of anal muscle protested, but the lubricating fluid his vagina had been producing had been dribbling down the pole the spatter on the floor, and enough had landed on the plug to ease its' passage into him. There was and brief flash of pain, and then his muscle tightened around the plastic, holding it in place.
Phoenix bent over, panicking slightly. This was not what he had expected, he'd thought that maybe he'd get off a few times, but the butt plug meant that someone had planned this. He bent his head down to investigate, his hands running between his pole-filled pussy and the hard plastic in his ass.
Another thrust lifted him again, uncomfortable this time, due to the change in angle. something jingled, and he saw a bell attached to the end of the plug. His faced flushed; unless he could pull this thing out, he'd have to walk through the fairground with the sound of bells coming from beneath his tail. But as he tugged at the bell, his hole was too tight to allow it to pass, and all his actions did was shift inside him, and activate some hidden mechanism.
Blue straps shot out of the base of the plug, wrapping around his legs and tail, holding itself closer to him. Another strap closed around his ball sack, pushing his testicles further away from his body, the pain torturing him delightfully. He moaned as his genitals were abused, eyes going unfocused, which was why he did not notice the thing descending along the pole above.
The saddle fell on to the small of the deerphins' back. Instantly, the cinch snapped shut around his stomach, just below the rib cage. With a shock, he stood up, pulling at the strap, but it was too tight, and didn't seem to have any buckle for him to loosen. He gasped as another painful thrust made him rise, and the belt tightened. With his stomach compressed, he couldn't breathe properly, and his head spun.
Fighting against his bonds for air, he did see the next thing fall down the pole. A bit. This time, he knew what it meant, and that he couldn't let that fall into his mouth. No matter how much his mouth watered. Phoenix swayed as the pole dragged him down, and then pushed him back up again, closer to the bit. His pussy and ass throbbed, his cock and balls pulsing in time to the music. A thin trail of drool fell from his mouth as it neared the piece of plastic that would seal his fate. His eyes half closed in anticipation.
And then, with a supreme effort of will, he tore his head away, only to find straps closing around the back of his head. He had moved too late; the bit had found its' target, sealing off his mouth, muting his cries. His hands tore at the metal ring, knowing it was too late now, but trying nonetheless, until he found his fingers were becoming less dexterous by the second. With a squeal of horror, he pulled them away, and watched as fingernails fused together, the flesh melding into one.
As his hands turned to hooves, he tried to escape. Pulling himself off the pole, he staggered a couple of steps back, but something had happened to his ankles. He was too concerned by the changes in his body to notice the ride had stopped, although the incessant music still pounded inside his head.
Something was happening to his chest, too. His skin, normally tight over his rib cage, was bulging out, flesh warping before his eyes. He pawed at the mounds with his new hooves, choking around his gag at the feeling as the flesh gave beneath the transformed hands. Something else jingled, too, and he jerked his hands away, seeing his nipples had somehow moved to cap his new breasts, and had been pierced, enormous bells hanging from the tips, sending little electric shock running all over his chest as his struggles set them swinging.
Then the changes overwhelmed the deerphins' hips and robbed him of his digitarde stance. He fell to his forelegs, his rear legs cracking and reforming to force him to a quadruped form. Though he didn't notice, he had fallen over the pole, which had sung down into the floor to allow his body to position itself. Shoulder bones groaned and shifted as muscles tensed and warped, what were once his arms lengthening to give him the correct posture. Moaning, he pranced from hoof to hoof, trying to dance away what was happening, as if he could shake of the binding tack.
The alterations to his form weren't painful, in fact, a pleasure welled up at each further forced alteration. Shudders ran through his body setting the bells beneath his tail and on his still growing nipples ringing in time to the music. He tried to fight the sexual energy, but deep down within him, something didn't want to, and it became so much harder to resist each second.
The pole began to move again, the upper and lower end close enough to touch him on his chest, between his breasts and just in front of the saddle, a mess of plastic blue hair creeping along his neck and up over the dome of his skull. At each push up, he pranced in place, held in there unable to escape. When it pushed down, it forced a low moan out of him, his spine giving under the pressure as he was fucked through.
As the downwards force increased, he began to push back up against it. He chewed on the bit, almost wishing he had something long and thick to suck on, and as he moved his head, he tugged on his nipples, reins forming that tied his mouth to his burgeoning chest. Each thrust heighten the unstoppable ecstasy within him, his ass clenching around the plug, pussy gaping with need, and cock throbbing desperately. As his skin slowly split around the gilded pole, he let out a high whine his whole body shuddering uncontrollably as another orgasm racked him, his penis spurting seed to the floor.
Gasping, Phoenixs' mind whirled. The after effects of the orgasm clouded his mind, a fog of bliss swirling around his every thought. He knew he had to escape, get his life back somehow, but it wasn't as if this hurt. On the contrary, he'd never felt more pleasure. As the pole lifted him from his hooves, he began to gallop in the air, just like the other captured creatures before and after him, and the only thought in his mid was how much better this was than his old flesh.
The deerphin carousel animal could feel other changes happening now. Deep within him, he knew bone and meat were giving way to metal and rubber. It felt as if an old ache was being soothed out, ancient pain he'd never realised he had washed out in a wave of automated joy. His movements became more mechanical, regulated by the pole running through him, his smooth skin shifting to rubber as he was carried off. The last action he took by himself was to roll his eyes, champing at his bit in docile, blissful obedience to the dance of the carousel.
The music slowed, and with it so did Phoenixs' mind. Frozen by the machinery within him, he could do nothing but wait until someone chose to ride him. But why would he want to?
His eyes were fixed, staring ahead. If his long neck hadn't been made of metal and plastic, he couldn't have moved anyway, as the blue mane that had formed held him in place. He did not know the next rider was here until something soft rub against his flanks, and a weight on his saddle. Hand jerked on his reins, tugging his nipples and setting them jingling. And then the music started up, and he rose and fell on the pole, carrying his rider away into the scintillating depths of the mirrored maze.