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Three hours of sleep was all my muse and this dream let me have, in those dreams, for the first time ever, I have managed to swap my point of view.

I woke, body straining for release and sleep. Both were denied by my muse, the burning itch in my fingers driving me to the computer. My Mistress would not let me rest this evening.

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I scratched my arm, the need was coming back, I had felt it for an hour now, I was shit out of money and needed a score badly, but I stilled myself, if I moved I wouldn't be able to catch anyone.

A shadow passed the end of the alley way and paused, angling down my direction, I gripped the knife tighter in readiness.

This wasn't the first time I would shake someone down for the money for a hit, and if my life continued like this, it wouldn't be the last.

The stranger walked past me, not even twitching as I stood and moved quickly behind them.

"Gimme your fucking wallet or I cut you!" I said, not having to reach as hard for 'the voice' any more, the need burning in my head and veins supplying all the roughness and incentive it needed to pour from my anger.

Quickly he turned, too quickly for me to follow. Suddenly the knife was out of my hand and in his as another of his hands reached out and gripped my throat. Leaning in close to me, but just to the side of my face he whispered, softly, "It hurts doesn't it? You need your fix badly? Do a job for me, one night, and I will give you enough cash to have your mind buried in white powder for a week. Keep working and you will be set for life.".

The voice was full of promise, offering what I dearly wanted. My lips dry I managed, "One nights work? What I gotta do?".

"Oh, nothing too hard, I am sure. Lets just say, that if after tonight you don't like the job, you can quit, no questions asked and you get your full payment." his voice was like honey.

The burning in my arms, like insects under the skin, forcing me to agree, after all if I didn't who knows when the next person might come along with a full wallet. "Yeah, ok." I said, the dryness spreading down my throat now.

He led me to his car, looked really expensive, "That a beamer?" I asked, trying to make some conversation, anything to get my mind off the need.

He laughed, "Oh no, I wouldn't be caught dead driving one of those. Hop in the back, there's a mini bar in there, help yourself.". He went around to the drivers side and climbed in. The last moment I had to back out, I thought, 'just run, you can always find a dealer with a hard-on who will give you a line for a little help', but that was an if not a job in my lap, as this was. I opened the door and climbed in.

Leather, lots of leather, the inside of the car was amazing. I saw the mini bar set into the rear middle seat, ran my hand over the door and opened it, lifting out an unmarked bottle of brown-gold liquid. Lifting the lid I smelled it, scotch, my hands moved in a blur, grabbing a glass pouring and lifting the heady drink to my lips in one fluid move. Strong, hot, good... it flowed down my parched throat, spreading warmth to every part of me.

"You like the forty three? It was a good year in Scotland." his voice came from the front.

My mind, freed slightly from the screaming need by the whiskey, did some maths. "This is over sixty years old?" I asked, dumbfounded.

"Of course, as I said, it was a very good year." he repeated, and his confirmation prompted me to carefully put the bottle back. If this guy had the sort of money to stock his cars mini bar with thousands of dollars of alcohol, I dreaded to think how much this job would mean to him.

My mind soothed partially, I noticed an odd twanging scent to the air, I couldn't place it, but it was there, and without a fuddled mind, I could sense it. I took another sip from the glass, and the repeat performance left me sighing in contentment, this stuff was good with a capitol G.

It felt like no time at all before he pulled the car into a driveway and approached a reasonably normal looking house and drove into the opening garage.

I was about to climb out when I noticed the man caressing the steering while softly, the whole front of the thing looked amazing, "What, what kind of car is this?" I stammered a little.

He chuckled a little, "Tell you what, if you work hard enough, in a years time I will let you drive my Bently ok?" he said offhanded.

Assuming that to be the brand, one I had never heard before, I nodded and climbed out.

"Left door, the work I have for you is downstairs." He said. I was suddenly worried, people this rich didn't just 'hire' scum like me for no reason. We were nobodies, we could be disposed of without people going looking for us.

I don't know why, I preceded down the stairs into the dim room, lit only by the light from the garage behind me.

Suddenly the whole room lit up in light, "There you are, just go over and wait on a seat, this shouldn't take long to get started." the man said from behind me, even as my mind registered the slight 'click' of a lock being set. I began to feel a little more fear.

The room had a concrete floor and was sparse, except for a large slab or stone or rock at the far end sporting cuffs and restraints around the edge. "What do I have to do?" I asked, if he responded I didn't hear, my whole awareness was stolen suddenly, I was staring, jaw open, at the large precisely drawn pentagram circle on the floor, candles set at the junctures of the lines.

The man caught my attention as he clicked his fingers loudly and I saw with a start the candles flare to life.

Backing away from him mouth open, unable to scream for the fear it might draw his attention, I heard him start to chant.

The words sounded odd, yet they slowly flowed together, seeming to echo slightly, impossibly, harmonising with themselves.

Louder and louder he grew, I could feel a shimmering in the air getting hotter, stronger, when all of a sudden a thunder crack sounded and It was there.

Standing easily six and a half feet tall, the demon, and that's what something very core to my being identified it as, consisted of a mix match of animal parts. The head of a bull, body of a dog and the legs of a goat, it stood menacing, imposing its darkness on everything in the room.

"My little pup." it began, "You have called me back, and I see you have been improving your skills, these runes could almost hold me.". It laughed then, a burning dull chuckle. You could almost imagine it making the same sound as it tore something apart.

"What is it this time? More power? Further forbidden knowledge?" It queried, all seriousness again.

"Great master, I begged you here tonight to consecrate a new disciple, the first I have found who may be useful to us." with a rising terror, I realised he was referring to me.

The demon looked down at him, disdain evident in its look. "You bring me a drug addled boy who can't think straight enough to know when to run from you? Is this a sick joke my little pup?" he bellowed down at the man, and I suddenly saw the clothing on the man fade into a mist, along with his human features. There, cowering before the demon, was another mismatch of beasts, a lions legs supported the body of some kind of lizard topped by the head of a wolf, but its fur was fiery red and led in a huge mane down the things back halting just before a large pair of leathery wings that were fanned out behind him now, shaking, just above a long lizard tail. The once-man didn't radiate the same malevolence as the beast from the Pit did however.

"Master!" he simpered, "Look closer, he bears the power, the first I have found in over a year, surely something can be done about the body and mind as long as the power burns?".

The demon fell back, a thoughtful look passing over it, "True my pup, true. Very well, he will be sacrifice tonight. But beware, if he fails his duties, it will be up to you to finish the job my pet." it spoke, and the man-creature practically whined just outside the pentagram, abasing itself repeatedly.

"Half a night great one, half a night for fifty years on its life and the power to hide itself. No lasting harm to either of us. That is all I ask." the man said, in charge of his faculties once more.

The demon didn't speak, simply wove what I can only describe as raw power into the air, writhing and twisting, before it cut its paw and let a few drops of its dark dark blood spin into the writhing mass, staining it. The man mirrored the gesture.

It looked up at him then turned briefly to glance at me, before uttering, "Done then, sealed by our blood, we are both committed. As is your sacrifice.".

The coalesced power disappeared and without ceremony the demon strode out of the circle, straight toward me.

"Please no, I beg..." I whimpered as the thing came close, reached down and gripped my by the back of my neck.

"You may beg all you wish, but if what you beg is not something I am prepared to give, save your breath, mortal." it snarled, lowering its arm and dragging me toward the alter.

It lifted me up and held me over the stone, attaching the restraints that held me, arms down and slightly bent, legs straddling the stone, body slightly raised from the top. I had a sudden realisation that it wasn't here to spill my blood, it was here for something more carnal.

Releasing my neck and letting me slump into the restraints, it then gripped my clothes at the neck and tore backwards, ripping my shirt and sweatshirt from me in one tear. Going back to my waist it repeated the action for my pants, leaving me mostly naked, shreds of clothing around my arms and at the ankles the only remnants of what I was wearing.

It pressed its maleness against my puckered, tight, rear. Pausing before what I knew was coming, it leaned forward and spoke, "Little pet, I smell fear for your life, I smell the drugs path in your body, but one thing I don't smell is the tang of one who fears what you no doubt know is to come, do you then know what this touch would mean? What would happen if I pushed forward now, without dampening down either of us first?".

I gasped, I knew all too well, some men found pleasure in such things, these men sometimes sold drugs, sometimes offered them for trade.

"Please." I said, "Please don't do it dry. Anything, I will do anything..." I whimpered, trailing away.

Its touch left my rear and I heard its clopping feet come around to the front of the alter. I opened eyes I hadn't realised I was screwing shut and looked up. It was huge, easily a foot long, tapered down to a point but for the most part, fat and very wide.

I looked up further, saw the big bull features looking down at me, "Go on then, if you would have it without pain I offer you the chance for such relief". I looked back at the huge rod and slowly leant forward in the restraints and opened my mouth around it.

Hot, so hot, but dry. I worked at making more saliva and worked my tongue over the length within my mouth. I felt the heat slowly seeping into me and, with that warmth, found myself starting to enjoy the task. The demon, for his part, seemed appreciative, grunting happily above me.

Deeper and deeper I worked it in my mouth, but it was just too large to be able to work it into my throat. It was nice and wet, well lubricated with my saliva and its own pre-come when the beast pulled it from my maw.

"This should do. You have done well little pet." it rumbled in satisfaction, and with a shock I realised I felt proud to hear that note in its voice.

The pressure started at my rear again, I knew the size of the thing it wanted to put in me, I knew the beast that was doing the wanting, but for all my reservations I couldn't stop myself from needing to be filled by it right then and there. I leaned backwards, as far as the bindings would allow, even as it pushed forward, spreading my tail hole wide and eliciting first gasps of surprise followed by sighs of fulfilment as it probed deeper and deeper.

Before I could feel its hips meet my rear I felt the presence within move out, sliding backwards and leaving an emptiness behind. I whined softly, needing it back in me, more, I realised, than I had ever needed that damned drug in my veins.

Gently but firmly it began its descent again, pushing past the point it had first reached, diving further and further, making me cry out again and again, sure each time that it had reached the end of my passages, but each time it kept going until I eventually felt its balls press against my legs, its crotch resting against the skin around my flared anus.

I felt its paws then, gripping my hips as it pulled back, eliciting more sounds of aching need from me, only to be reversed and fill me again. Back and forth it worked, its pace a constant fluid action, never ceasing movement, even at the apex of each stroke.

I whined after what felt like hours of this, my body craving stimulation itself, but deep down, somewhere within me, I knew it was not my place. This was for my Masters enjoyment, and his alone.

Wrapped in a warmth I though would cause me to explode, the pleasure within derived not from any stimulation of my own aching member, but from the knowledge that my Master was having his own needs filled, and further filled by me.

I was aching, my whole body alight with heat when I felt the beasts member start to swell larger, bringing further urgency to my cries.

Suddenly he dug his claws into my flanks sharply, piercing the skin and pulled back on me hard, forcing all of himself into me as he swelled further and I felt a pressure start to build within.

Grunting with effort, his seed still spilling into my passage, the beast spoke, "A good pet, I think with this one mating though, you will be complete as my pet's pet, his own little puppy.". Power flowed down him, pouring along his rigid shaft, still spouting juices within me, pouring down into my body and into every molecule of me.

He then, without any warning, pulled backward completely free of me, and I felt a wetness splatter my back. It felt wet for a fraction of a second then it felt like fire, burning into my skin and deeper, I screamed myself horse as it burnt me as I had never been burnt before, and then, with my body twitching, changed, I felt the burn turn to pleasure.

A pressure on my back, the masters paw, it stroked down and down, eventually touching the place where his seed had sprayed and the burning pleasure turned explosive and I felt an orgasm pour through me, voiding the contents of my own balls all over the alter.

Left panting, whining, whimpering, I realised there was something in front of me, between my eyes. Dark red fur came into focus as I almost went cross eyed to see my new muzzle. The words of the beast from earlier rang true in my mind, I was now a beast myself.

Panting, struggling against my new nature, I could do nothing but watch as the demon as it walked over to the man-beast, "Your new pet has slaked my need once, but the deal was half a night, it is not yet close to that hour. Your forfeiture is required." it told him.

I watched then, as the man lowered himself, licking at his wolfish jaws and wrapped his lips around the demons erect pole. Feeling myself grow hard at the sight of them, rutting, I found my mouth watering, aching to have myself filled, either way.

Deeper and deeper I saw the monster thrust into his maw, I could see the bulge in his throat as it worked its way down him and as I watched I saw the demon grip him by the mane and roar its lust, the power that radiated from the release making me ache for stimulation, rock hard and ready.

"Very well my pup, you have your pet, powers and life as promised. Make sure you bring me a better sacrifice next time, maybe a few at a time. Yes, that would do nicely." it said, turning its back on my new Master, its seed still trailing from his mouth and along the floor as it walked back to the circle before vanishing with another crack of thunder.

"Well." the man said with a sigh, finally recovered enough from his servicing the demon, "You have pleased my Master and me too pet, lets get you... what's wrong?" he asked, genuine concern evident in his voice.

"Please." I said, straining to put what I wanted into that one word.

"Oh my pet, he did nothing for you then?" he said, and I sighed with relief, he understood.

Coming up behind me, positioning his own member at my rear he eased into the well lubricated channel, grunting and pushing deep. "Ugh, thank you, ugh, Master." I said when I could, the feeling of him within me growing, swelling, pushing deeper almost overwhelming, my need almost fulfilled.

Suddenly, without warning, I felt a clawed hand wrap tightly around my own straining rod. I whined loudly as he began pumping back and forth at me, even while he thrust in and out. The whole world stopped and it was just him within me, surrounding me and me with so much pleasure suddenly releasing.

I felt him painting my insides even as I unloaded a second time onto the alter, surcease from my bodies needs and, to my amazement, the need for that damn drug now evident, I thought clearly for what was the first time in years.

"My Master, thank you." I said, my heart pouring into the words.

After a few more moments he pulled from me and reached around, unlocking the restraints.

"Come my pet, we have your training to see to. You will not be merely a toy, you have the power, you will learn, you will grow." he said, turning and walking up the stairs that didn't lead to the garage.

I padded after him, somehow knowing I could walk easily on either all fours or upright, feeling the power within me, like my master, to be able to hide my real form with illusion. I panted, "Yes Master" and continued padding behind him.