Devil's Debauchery
#31 of Shattered Shards
Devil's Debauchery
By Von Krieger
Gwendolyn drew in a deep breath, slowly drawing herself up from sleep. She wondered, briefly, if the strange things she remembered had all been a dream, or perhaps some strangely erotic nightmare. She found a small smile appearing on her face as she felt the hard, stiff ache between her legs that told her the events she recalled were not merely fantasy, but in fact the strangeness of an odd reality.
The new growth between her legs was not the only thing that was stiff; Gwen tried to move her fingers and toes only to find that as she remembered her hands and feet lacked both of them. Instead of the familiar digits, each limb instead ended in a large, heavy, cloven hoof.
Gwen found herself blushing; oddly she didn't mind the loss of her hands and feet. It felt... fun, for some reason. The thought of being bestial really turned her on. She let out a soft cry as her member erupted with a thick gout of precum, drawing a muffled sound of protest from the sleeping figure next to her. She'd gone to bed snuggled up to Christine, but it seemed that sometime during the night Casey had wedged herself in between the two larger girls. Gwen gasped at the sight of her friend, the familiar tanned skin gone porcelain pale, transformed into a snow white adorned with radiant blue markings, makings that matched her lips and hair. Casey felt wonderfully soft and smooth as she pressed back instinctively against Gwen, slowly coming awake herself.
The part-equine licked her lips, admiring her friend's altered body; where she had been boyish and lithe before, somehow her figure had transformed into a build that seemed to combine most of her original features with the hourglass figure that Christine had sported. It looked almost silly on the five and a half foot tall Casey, with a girth of bust and rump meant for someone with an additional six inches on her. But despite being a bit silly, it was... incredibly arousing. Gwen found herself wanting to stroke and caress her friend's body, but all she managed were some clumsy fumblings with her hooves that made the girl giggle.
"No, just leave that to me," she murmured, reaching behind her to find Gwen's aching cock, stroking it. Casey gasped and rolled over, looking down at her friend's phallus.
"Oh wow, Gwen, you're um... just about literally hung like a horse," she said softly, awed as she took the length in both hands.
"Wh-what?!" she stammered, looking down at her hard on. It didn't seem any bigger than it had the previous day, but for some reason Casey seemed... smaller. Gwen had grown overnight, a good six or so inches at least, and her manhood had increased in scale. She hadn't remembered that her shaft had altered, the flesh turning dark, the head flattening out, and a ring appearing around the middle. She got a flash of pleasured memory, an image of a thick, black cock shaped much like her own, but bigger, and decidedly not belonging to her. Yeania's, her mistress.
The thought made Gwen blush even more. Why was she thinking of the strange elven woman as her mistress, and why had she obeyed everything she had said? The horse-girl had masturbated to the point of exhaustion for her mistress the previous evening, and barely remembered any of it aside from a memory of delicious, wonderful pleasure. The memory made her gush again, splattering her thick pre on Casey's midsection.
"Oh shit, I'm sorry!" she said softly, mortified. Casey chuckled and took one of Gwen's hooves in hand, rubbing her own erection against it.
"Don't be, I feel the exact same way, except it's not my cock that's aching and dripping wet. This is a very strange thing that's happening to us, and while I think that being stuck with a cock is a bit much to pay for an ass and rack like I've always wanted, I'm not going to complain about how good it feels. Though the rest of it... I'm not sure what to think about it. But I..." she licked her azure lips with an equally azure tongue, "I don't want to think right now. I just... I just want to fuck, okay?"
Gwen looked down at her equine erection, "I... I don't think it'll fit." Her length measured at least a good two feet.
Casey just laughed and shifted her body, scooting down on Gwen's cock inch by inch. The pale girl moaned, her breaths coming faster and faster the more she took into her, but somehow she managed to get every last inch inside of her.
She hugged Gwen tightly and let out a contented sigh, "Oh... that's perfect... mmm..."
The horse-girl found herself unable to hold back a moan, the little Asian felt so good inside, though a bit strange. Casey felt oddly cool to the touch, rather than warm, almost like she was about the same temperature as the room around her.
"Oooh, you're so warm, Gwen," she murmured, pressing up against her as tightly as she could. "I feel so chilly."
Gwen wondered briefly if her friend was becoming a vampire, but then she looked down and saw something strange on Casey's neck. Where those... gills? While Gwen seemed to be heading to horsedom, and Christine to cowhood, Casey appeared to be becoming something scaled and aquatic.
Almost if she'd heard her name being mentioned, Chrissie let out an annoyed groan, pulling the covers tighter around herself. Somehow she'd managed to end up with all of them during the night. Not surprising, after all the bed had been meant for one, maybe two people, but now it had all three altered girls snuggled together in it; though Chrissie seemed to be as far away from the other two as she could get and still be comfortably in the bed. Gwen tried her best to be quiet, but Casey didn't seem to notice. She let out a lusty moan and threw her head back, her climax merely spurring her on. This drew another sound of annoyance from Chrissie, who rolled over to glare at her friends.
"Dammit you two, could you please be...." her eyes widened at the sight of Gwen and Casey in the midst of making love. "That's disgusting!" she said with a snort, "I thought you two would have more self control than this! Geez, less then twenty-four hours with drooling, aching, throbbing..." she licked her lips, "dicks and here you are p-practically throwing yourselves on one another."
Casey turned her head and grinned, delighting in making Christine uncomfortable, "I bet you're just jealous, cause Gwen woke up with her cock hard, huge, and drooling and she put it to good use instead of giving herself blue balls. C'mon, there's plenty of room, don't you just want to shove that hot, hard shaft of yours into my pussy? Hmm?" She was quite enjoying herself, being able to shame and taunt the self-appointed 'leader' of the group. Casey found herself thinking that the changes to her body were completely tolerable if it meant being able to knock Christine off her high horse once in awhile.
Chrissie let out a soft whimper, keeping the blankets wrapped tightly around her. "No, I'm not hard at all! Not in the slightest! What's happening to us is sickening and gross, you shouldn't be indulging your deformities like that." Chrissie shuddered as she looked over the pair. "You've even changed overnight! Gwen has a deeper tan for some reason, and you've shrunk, Casey!"
"N-no, she hasn't gotten smaller, Chris, you've gotten b-bigger," Gwen managed between pleasured moans.
The blonde shook her head rapidly from side to side, "No I haven't! I haven't changed at all!" she protested, as if denying the possibility would make it true.
"You've definitely changed a bit, Chrissie, you've got horns!" Casey pointed out with a grin.
Chrissie pulled her hands out from beneath the blanket, feeling the small nubs of her horns with her altered hands, each sporting only three digits instead of the usual five, all three thicker than usual.
Casey giggled and tugged the covers away from Chrissie, revealing her bovine body for all to see. Gwen and Casey both gasped at the sight, as she had been transformed more than either of them. Her tits were huge, bigger than her head, damned near the size of beachballs, each one sporting three large, long, dark colored teats. Her own cock was almost a mirror of Gwendolyn's, several feet in length, thick, with a ring around the middle and a fat, broad, flat head.
Her tanned skin was marred with darker blotches, including a large one on her midsection that features two pairs of half-dollar sized bumps in the middle of it. Chrissie looked absolutely mortified at her friends' gawking. She turned beet red, especially as her long teats began to drip. Her breasts had gotten even bigger overnight as they filled with milk.
"D-don't look at me!" she scolded, shuddering, trying to cover herself back up.
"It's n-not bad, Chrissie, just weird. At least you've still got hands. Just imagine if you had to milk yourself with just hooves," Gwen offered.
Chrissie let out a soft moan, her breasts continuing to leak, and her cock oozing precum at the thought of milking herself. "Th-that's not helping!" she growled. "I... I need to get this to stop. To make it go away! I want this stupid thing gone!" she looked as if she were about to smack her cock for a second, and then thought better of it.
"I bet it's not going to go down unless you do something about it," Casey said with a snort, turning back to Gwen, focusing on their lovemaking once again. "Either stick your dick my cunt and stop whining about it, or go fucking sulk somewhere else where you're not going to kill the moods of people who are making the most of their weird, freakish animal bodies. At least you're still a mammal! I think I'm cold blooded! And I've got GILLS for fuck's sake. GILLS!"
Chrissie lowered her head and looked to the door, than back to her friends, "You've already got Gwen's horse cock in your pussy. I'll break you in half!"
Casey snorted, "Why are you two so concerned about hurting me? For heaven's shake just shut up, do what I tell you, and cram that huge donkey-dick of yours inside me!"
"I... I'm not a donkey!" Chrissie stammered, a bit taken aback at Casey's sudden shift in personality.
"No, you're a bloody huge chocolate milk moo cow! Choose now, fun with Dick in Casey, or go and chew your cud!"
Chrissie bit her bottom lip and thought for a few moments before reluctantly slipping back into the bed, coaxing her shaft into the pale girl's sex, where it met with Gwen's own.
"Fuck yes!" Casey just about snarled, "Finally I'm getting a proper fucking!"
Chrissie found herself pressing up tight against Casey, whose head disappeared between her heavy milk-bags. Mmm... it felt so good to be so close with her friends. Casey's motions made her breasts wiggle, which felt good, and she kept pressing back against Chrissie's midsection, which oddly felt even better.
"Good good, now moo-moo, put those big clumsy mitts of yours on my tits, and horse-face here, you see what flavor of milk we're going to have on our cereal today..." Casey ordered.
Chrissie let out a soft pleasured moo as Gwen began to drink from her. Just as her coloration hinted, the flavor of the day appeared to be chocolate...
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Gwen sighed, looking down at her bowl of milk-less cereal. The other two had decided to take their breakfast outside, and then do a little exploring on the island. Chrissie had managed to cram herself into a t-shirt and skirt, while Casey seemed to be going around in the nude. Neither of them had realized that things would be awkward for Gwen. She'd changed the least, the only alterations being to her hands, feet, and complexion, but those changes had made her far more bestial; the clumsy hooves where her hands used to be made dressing herself, or eating with utensils impossible. Gwen couldn't even hold the bowl still to eat out of.
She looked over the mess she'd made on the table and sighed again. Maybe she could go out and find some sort of tasty plant to graze on. That's what horses did, after all. She blushed at the thought of it, her on all fours, like a beast. The thought turned her on for some reason. Even though Gwen and her two friends had spent the morning fucking each other senseless, she was still getting hard at a moment's notice.
Gwen bent down to try and get one more mouthful of real human food, only to find the bowl moving away from her as her face came within inches. She stared at it for a moment, only to find a sudden push at her midsection, the edge of the table butting against her belly. That was odd, as she'd been bent over the table, rather than sitting down up close to it. Gwen stood and found that the table had gotten bigger.
She began to hear pops and creaks for all around her, the boat around her seeming to bend and stretch. The floor suddenly shifted underneath her, and only her large, broad hooves prevented her from sprawling to the floor. The boat seemed to be changing, the furnishings altering around Gwen. She darted from the cabin, reaching the deck, which began to heave under her. Gwen leapt to the sandy shore below, the sounds intensifying behind her. Their boat seemed to be shifting and altering, much as their own bodies had. The shape was quite familiar, it seemed to be transforming from a boat into a house. Gwen watched for a few moments before she had to turn away. All the odd twisting and flowing of solid material like it was liquid made her dizzy, and filled her empty tummy with nausea.
The equine herm sighed, looking down over her tanned, naked, be-hooved body and picked a random direction, heading out into the forest as her belly rumbled. Something seemed to be drawing her to a specific place, and she found herself moving faster and faster.
Gwen found herself grinning from ear to ear, delighting in the unusually fast pace she was making. It seemed that she could run much faster upon her hooves than she had with her feet. It was thrilling, feeling the wind in her hair and her tail.
Wait... her tail?
The redhead stopped in her tracks, spinning around to gawk at the sleek, shining red-orange hair that hung from a place just above her rump. Somewhere along the line she'd grown a full-on horse's tail and not noticed. Her legs were different too; her knees bent the wrong way, they were shaped differently too! Heavy muscles at her hips, meant for powerful running. Though surprised by her alterations, Gwen didn't mourn the loss of her humanity. She loved being like this, even though it was strange and at times inconvenient. Like having her huge horsecock full erect as she ran, her movements making it smack against her belly and breasts.
As she started to run again, Gwen realized that she was essentially masturbating. Trying out the alterations to her body, her motions pleasuring her massive manhood in an odd way. She moaned as she ran, faster and faster, her pleasure surging higher and higher the more speed she gained and the closer she came to her destination. Fire burned within her flesh and bone, altering her even as she moved, but not once did it interfere with her stride. Somewhere along the line she'd dropped to all fours without noticing, her pace increasing once more. She let out a wild whinny as she burst into a clearing, her pleasure reaching its peak.
Gwen stood upon all fours, her body grown larger, its shape changed. No more would she walk upright like a human, but upon all fours like a beast. But it didn't matter to her in the slightest, she loved it, adored it, and even if she hadn't, she'd have put up with it for the wonderful feelings that flowed through her as her cock emptied itself into making a thick, white puddle upon the smoothened stone.
Gwen panted, her head lowered upon an elongated neck. She heard a sudden noise, rather like a cry of surprise, and then some odd sounds that reminded her of those that her own body made during transformation.
She looked up to see Yeania standing in front of a crude slab of rock, almost like a bench that appeared to have been heaved up. It seemed as if the grey-skinned elven woman had been crying. She stared at Gwen with wide eyes, as if not expecting her to be there. Her gaze traced over the redhead's quadrupedal body, and she gasped softly. The equine could see the elf's red skirt beginning to rise in the front.
"Y-you shouldn't be here," Yeania stammered.
"I... I felt like I was supposed to be here," came Gwen's reply, her hooves clopping on the stone as she approached, "so I came."
The elf snuffled and then let out a small laugh, motioning at the large puddle, "Well, it seems that you did, and did so quite spectacularly." She sighed and sat down upon the crude bench, muttering to herself.
"Y-you were doing magic here..." Gwen said, it wasn't a question. She could feel an odd, electric sensation upon the air, and knew that it had come from her mis... from Yeania.
The elf nodded, "I was trying to make myself a home," she said simply, "Demonic magic isn't all that good for creating things. I couldn't even make a comfortable place to sit." Yeania's eyes widened and she clamped a hand over her mouth.
Gwen lowered herself down near the bench, placing her head in Yeania's lap. "You're a demon, I know. I figured that out. You don't match your shadow, my mistress." Both of them shivered a little when Gwen gave voice to the word 'mistress.'
Yeania closed her eyes, allowing her body to shift into its natural shape; letting her wings and tail extend, her fangs and horns return, her nails extending into the almost fingernail-like claws. She didn't look much different, merely using her powers to hide her obviously demonic features.
"There's something wrong with me. My magic doesn't work like I remember it; I can do some things, but not others. My body isn't supposed to be like this, it's supposed to be bigger, sinister, predatory, far more intimidating. I have no idea what's happened, or what to do. I've been asleep for a long time, and I just... I just woke up here." She began to stroke Gwen's hair absently.
"You didn't bring us here?" Gwen asked softly.
Yeania shook her head, "No, I didn't. I found you and... well... I couldn't help it. I just did what I've always done. Punish people for their misdeeds; attempt to corrupt them by fulfilling dark desires. Like you and yours. It's just so... tempting. It was something familiar I could do in a smaller, weaker existence stranded in a place I am not familiar with, located in a cosmos that is far, far vaster than anything I could ever have imagined..." The demoness found herself almost hugging Gwen, even though she'd never done that before. "And I'm having strange feelings, emotions that are utterly foreign to me, like... like..."
Gwen smiled, raising her head to kiss the demoness upon the cheek. "Like love, maybe?"
"M-maybe," stammered the demoness. "H-here, I'll change you back. You don't need to be put though all of this. Only the bitchy blonde deserves punishment. You and the smaller girl, you don't deserve this."
Gwen shook her head, "Don't you dare! I... I love being like this! I love my cock, my hooves, going around on all fours. It... it turns me on like I couldn't believe. And Casey? Casey's been... confidant. She's been in control. She's not letting Christine boss her around anymore. She browbeat her into having a three-way with her and I even! And it felt... it felt great!"
The equine hugged Yeania as best she could, "No, no. Don't take all of this away. Just go through with it, change me all the way into whatever you want me to be. I know I'll love it, just as much as I love you."
"A-and why do you love me?" Yeania asked softly, startled, seeming almost afraid.
"I... I don't know. I just do! It just feels right, feels good... makes me feel good to be with you. Is it like that with you?"
The demoness smiled and nodded her head. "Y-yeah, it feels a bit like that," she said as she stood.
She spoke strange words, making a few gestures with her hands, placing them upon Gwen's shoulders. Yeania leaned down, her lips meeting with Gwendolyn's own, and the equine felt a surge of energy rocket through her. She felt herself growing, muscle and bone expanding at an incredible rate. She found her human figure vanishing rapidly as her lanky, tanned body gave way to light, full furred horseflesh. Her breasts vanished, her chest expanded, her limbs growing longer and thinner to better suit a true quadrupedal gait. But rather than feeling her face push forward into an equine muzzle, she found her neck growing rather oddly. The shape seemed weird, yet at the same time familiar.
Soon Yeania was standing on the tips of her toes to maintain the kiss, and Gwen found herself embracing her mistress with a new pair of limbs. Soon even tiptoes was not even enough for the two to maintain their embrace, and Gwen opened her eyes, looking down upon the demoness from still human eyes peering out from a still human face. Her head atop perfectly human shoulders above large, decidedly human breasts.
Her humanity had been restored, to a point. Looking down past her restored arms and hands, Gwen could see the equine body that had so aroused her, could feel it as a part of herself, could feel her obscenely massive cock hanging down between her legs.
"I'm a centaur!" she said gleefully.
"The very best that human and horse have to offer, I think," the demoness said with a grin.
"It's perfect! I love it, mistress!" Gwen said, her horse's body moving to lie down as if she'd been doing so for ages, putting herself back on a level where she could kiss her mistress.
"I should properly thank my mistress," Gwen murmured, her hand reaching down to caress the large tent in the demoness' skirt. "You said that this would come in time, Yeania. Do you think perhaps that now is that time?"
The demoness nodded, sitting back on the bench, allowing Gwen to bend her human half down. The centaur's tongue traced over her lips at the anticipation of pleasuring her mistress.
"Oh yes, my pet, I think that now is that time..."
The centaur opened her mouth wide to take in Yeania's manhood. There wasn't a hint of hesitation in her motions as inch after inch of the thick, black equine shaft disappeared between her lips. She'd performed the act a few times, but she wasn't a pro at it like Christine was. But it seemed that the demoness' alterations to her had included a reduced gag reflex, at least so far as her own member was concerned.
Gwen felt a strange sense of satisfaction rising within her; it felt good to please the demon, it was right to please the demon, and as she began to put her tongue to work, she quickly found that pleasing her mistress also filled her with a seemingly equal pleasure. Despite her own lusts, manhood and womanhood alike both throbbing and aching with desire, her attention was focused entirely upon her lover rather than herself. Though that didn't mean she couldn't have a bit of fun.
Yeania's alterations of her seemed to have further enlargened Gwen's bust, and she figured that it would be fun to put it to use. The demoness' shaft was already well-slickened by the centaur's saliva, and it slide easily between the twin orbs as she sandwiched it between them. A soft sigh from her mistress sent a shiver of pleasure through Gwen's body, her mistress' clawed hands gripping her red tresses as she took control of the pace. The centaur relinquished it easily, feeling more comfortable with Yeania taking control. The demon's thrusts were faster than her own motions would have allowed, and they were also a bit harder, rougher. But that only served to excite Gwen further.
The centaur couldn't help but let out a groan as her cock stirred. Her position was rather uncomfortable, as she was essentially lying on her cock. It felt huge, though she had no idea how big it had become, as the bulk of her equine lower body was in the way.
She almost whimpered as Yeania drew her cock fully from Gwen's mouth, "Mmm... that's enough foreplay, my dear. I have to admit that I chose this shape for you because it matched my own preferences for lovers. When you're hung like a horse, well, on occasion you get the urge to slip it into something that was perfectly made for compatibility. Stand up."
The centauress did so in an instant, almost bowling her mistress over in the process. But Yeania merely chuckled, walking slowly around her pet, admiring her handywork. Gwen found herself leaning into the demon's hand as she ran it over her flank.
"Hells, you're huge, honey," Yeania said, sneaking a peak down below. The demoness' reptilian tail ran over the underside of Gwen's huge horsecock, drawing a delighted cry from the centauress. "I'm going to have to try that out sometime."
Gwen was so big that Yeania found herself stepping up onto the bench she'd manage to form out of the rock in order to position herself properly, but it was not a bother. She chuckled, placing her hands upon Gwen's rump, "Are you ready my pet?" she asked.
Her pet nodded rapidly, a blush spreading over her face as she did so. Centaur and demoness alike gasped as Yeania's length slowly entered Gwen's depths, "I had nearly forgotten what pleasures of the flesh had felt like..." she murmured as she hilted herself in her pet.
Gwen could barely comprehend the words her mistress had spoken. Yeania had indeed made her a perfect fit, and the shemale demon's cock pressed up against all the right places within her. The centaur's four legs wobbled a bit as her mistress began to thrust, slowly, gently at first.
Yeania hadn't been exaggerating; she'd spent untold years trapped within her prison, having no true body to speak of. She almost felt like a virgin. Almost. It had been so long since her last proper encounter, that the demoness found that she had almost no control over herself, a slave to her body's own natural lovemaking rhythm. She supposed that she ought to have some sort of boastful comment, or some darkly funny quip to speak while taking her pet for the first time. But behaving like a proper demon didn't really matter to her. The demoness' tail lashed from side to side, lustful growls escaping her as her pleasure built higher and higher. Her taloned hands dug into Gwen's flanks, but the tough horsehide was more than a match for Yeania's small, nail-like claws. The act merely served to enhance the centauress' pleasure.
Despite herself, Gwen kept trying to press back against Yeania. She was sure that she ought to have knocked the demoness off the bench with her much larger mass by now, but the demoness held strong, her body apparently more powerful than it looked. The feral growls from her lover seemed to spike instincts from within Gwen, boosting her pleasure all the more.
Yeania made no sound as she climaxed, her breath caught in her throat as the sensation overwhelmed her, just as the tide of hot seed into her womb sent Gwen over the edge, a silent cry coming from her throat at the sudden intensity of heat and liquid, drawing her into her own massive climax. It did indeed feel like Yeania had years, decades of stored up seed to pump into her. It would have made her belly swell massively as a human, but with a horse's body it barely added the slightest curve to her belly.
It was several minutes before Yeania had recovered the strength to withdraw. Gwen stepped away from the massive mess her maleness had made, shaking her hooves to rid herself of the stickiness. But despite the plentiful release, her equine member was still fully erect, eager for more. Looking down she could see the sheer size of it reflected in the slowly spreading pool of her own seed. It made Gwen blush, her member was absolutely huge! There was no way that it was going to fit in anyone or anything!
"Hells you look so sexy, Gwen. You and that big cock. Mmm... I might even end up making it bigger." The demoness purred, hopping down from the bench, turning her back to Gwen and lifting her tail. "But let's see how we like this size before we start changing the little details."
The centauress just gawked; surely her mistress wasn't expecting her to...
"Gwen, darling, your mistress would like a horsey ride, and by that I want the horse riding me! I hate to see you all needful and aching like that, but if you're going to be so tentative about putting that thing to good use, well... I've always been a fan of use it or lose it." Yeania grinned, "And you most certainly wouldn't want to be the only girl on the island without a nice sexy cock of her own, hmm?"
Gwen blushed, placing her forelegs atop the bench Yeania was bent over.
"N-no, mistress. Of course not!" she said, sounding almost offended.
"There's the passion I want to see. Now, do whatever feels good, my pet. Don't worry about hurting me in the slightest. First of all, because you probably can't, and second because I'll have had much, much worse," she said sweetly, followed up by a growled "So stop prancing around and fuck me already!"
"Y-yes!" Gwen cried. "Yes, mistress!"
The pleasured cries of both mistress and pet could be heard from all over the island.