Deals and Demons
Belsek was proud of his little achievements. His enemies were exiled, rotting in a dungeon, or dead. He had control of this little town now. If he'd been so ruthless with the commoners he would have felt guilty. Power was a ruthless game, though. He couldn't let his conscience distract him when those people chose to get involved.
He might've been a sly fox, but Belsek's achievements weren't his own to boast about. Belsek knew he'd made a deal with the devil to influence all those weak minds. Not just a metaphorical devil. He remembered the summoning ritual, the surprise when he saw the seven foot tall demon, and how pleased he'd been when that demon had bargained the exact terms of his contract. What was one hundred days against the years that the demon had been twisting events into his favour?
Now, Belsek's time was up. He would have to pay that demon's debt tonight.
Belsek looked at himself in the mirror, straightening up his vulpine fur and shifting his white collared shirt. He wanted to look as good as possible for this event. Sadly, he still looked young, a fox of his twenties. Yet the demon had been shown his intelligence and wit for years now.
Just one hundred days. Belsek imagined that his service wouldn't be so bad. Perhaps he would have to commit some sins, or do something unpleasant, and he accepted that. Surely the demon would see his value, though.
Yes, surely it would. He knew it.
Belsek slowly wandered downstairs, to the ornate door leading into the basement. His hand shook when he opened the door. He could feel his hearbeat pounding through his chest, stairs creaking with every step he took down.
The faded circle where he'd summoned the demon was still there. Otherwise, the room was bare. Belsek was early. He hadn't wanted to keep his visitor waiting. For almost an hour he stood in front of the circle, hands by his sides, heart pounding. He felt like the waiting was going to kill him.
Finally, the visitor arrived.
At first it was just a slow hum in the air around him. Then a flash almost blinded Belsek's eyes, a ring of fire lighting up along the summoning circle, just like it had the first time. The demon appeared in a haze of fire and light, at the very centre of that circle. The demon was a seven foot tall black goat, strongly built and with solid black hooves instead of feet. Runes were written over it's black furred chest and arms in a deep red, though Belsek couldn't possibly imagine what they meant. The demon was a male, Belsek supposed, given the general shape of his body - a tattered red loincloth being his only piece of clothing. Wicked red eyes stared at Belsek.
" W-welcome, Sir." Belsek bowed.
" Well, well..." The demon spoke in a deep, booming voice. " How very good of you to be on time. And in the right place. I must say I'm pleased."
" I was -"
" You will refer to me as Lord Kessp"
" Lord Kesp I.." He clutched his arm to stop it trembling. " I am here to honour our contract." He bowed as formally as he could.
" So polite. On time and so very polite. It is such a relief." Kesp folded his arms.
It was going well so far. Perhaps he would even have an easy hundred days. Belsek knelt on one knee and dipped his head down. "As per our agreement, my Lord, I am your servant for one hundred days."
" Hmm. Very well, I accept." He sounded pleased. " Now stand up and I shall show you your new role, one appropriate to a fox such as yourself."
Standing, he started to almost feel enthusiastic about this contract.
" I must admit that you have been very loyal. Much more than some... others. Therefore I think I shall reward you."
" Thank you, Lord K-"
A fire erupted around his body. Belsek felt no heat from it, no pain, though his body shook with terror. His clothes began to disintegrate, becoming a thin pile of ash around his ankles. The fire disappeared and Belsek was left naked, red and white fur there for the demon to see. Okay, he thought, okay, perhaps.. yes, the demons themselves barely dress.I understand.
" Stay still." Kesp commanded.
Chanting came from the demon now, and a deep red glow circled around the fox's body. He didn't dare move, just allowing the demon to cast whatever he pleased. The glowing winked out, leaving Belsek to wonder what had just been done.
" You are now bound to me, servant Belsek."
The demon snapped his own loincloth off. He could see that Kesp was definitely male, with a proud, thick black shaft protruding from his sheath. The fox stepped back nervously. Hoofsteps thundered closer. He thought about running, but by the time his feet began moving the demon had him in an impossibly strong grip. His arms were pinned to his sides, feet scratching the stone floor in an attempt to escape. Kesp payed him no mind, and he felt that thick shaft slide just between his backside - never penetrating, just sitting solid and hard against him. The demon chuckled into his ear. Something felt... wrong, as if he could feel almost... inside that demon's shaft.
" What... Lord Kesp, I don't understand." He gasped.
A hand pressed Belsek's head down, forcing his gaze to his own crotch. The former fur around his hips and crotch had become a smooth black.
" Beginning to comprehend it now?" Kesp's voice cackled into his ear.
" N-no..." He muttered, watching in horror as the black skin crawled up to his chest.
" Oh but I think you do."
" This wasn't meant to - I never bargained for this!" He shouted, trying to push away with his feet. They wouldn't touch the floor now, as if those limbs had shrunk.
" Hmm, one hundred days, was it not? Are you disputing this?"
" Not one hundred days as... as... as this!"
The demon let go of his arms. Belsek took the chance to try and push himself off, but his hands and elbows had fused with his shifting body, leaving him utterly helpless to the changes breaking through him.
" Ohhh, yes, one hundred days as a demon's cock."
" N-no, help me." Warmth flooded his insides as they changed, his legs having disappeared entirely now. " I beg you, hel- ghhh..." Belsek's tongue felt sticky, his lips more and more difficult to part. " Plgh.. please, he-hghh, He- h..." He felt his mouth form into a cock slit, his breathing vanishing, leaving him unable to make a sound - let alone a word.
Even without his breath, he still lived, was still conscious.
The demon towered over him as he shrank to a size appropriate for a cock. Belsek made a few more hopeless struggles, til he was barely able to move at all. A thick palm surrounded his new body, stroking right along him, making him lose his mind inside the deep pleasure it gave to him. Every particle of him felt immensely sensitive, each stroke utterly overwhelming his panicked thoughts. Those strokes continued almost endlessly, making pressure build up where his legs would once had existed. An unbelievable ecstasy filled his body as the seed spilled up through his mouth, coating over the furred belly above him.
" Very, very good."
As the pleasure subsided he realised again where he was. His form began to feel limp, body starting to sink slowly towards that furred sheath. He tried to scream for help but there wasn't a sound coming from his slit - instead all he could do was wiggle a fraction, tasting the goat demon's seed all through his mouth. Inevitably he began to slide completely into the warm, dark confines of the sheath - his beady little eyes just able to see a tiny, taunting ray of light at the tip of it.
" So I said you would be rewarded. Should I tell you how, before you start thinking like the cock you have become?" He said, sounding deeply amused. " Oh, well there is the sense of taste. I am not sure if that is a reward, considering you will only ever be tasting two things. Perhaps it is." He pondered. " Yes, perhaps it is. So, shall I tell you?"
Belsek listened for any hope of salvation.
" Yes, perhaps I shall. First of all, I have allowed you to see. Secondly, once your mind has altered, I have made is such that you can think clearly for, well, if you concentrate very hard perhaps several seconds. Third, I have made a link between our minds."
Belsek listened, trying very hard to repel the new thoughts that started to invade his mind. Thoughts of enjoying the warmth of the sheath, of revelling in his owner's attention, of... the sheath, dark, safe... home... No! He screamed internally.
" Now, you may speak to my mind,. I so love to hear begging. Beg for me, Belsek."
Belsek struggled to focus his scattered thoughts. - help, please, ...h...e..lp.. warm..."
Laughter erupted inside the basement. " Perfect. Just perfect. I think I may take one whole hour from your contract. Am I not generous?"
It became harder and harder for Belsek to think much more than those simple thought's of a demon's tool. He was stuck inside the sheath, in the darkness, fighting a losing battle with his own mind. That was enough of a fight, leaving no room for thoughts of escape. Eventually, he began to succumb, mind beginning to enjoy his simple role.
He focused all of his energy into clear thoughts, opening up his link with Kesp's mind. -Let me... go ...please, I never... pleasant, dark ple...ase...yours, all yours-
" Enjoy yourself, servant. You will be a long time in that form."
It was hopeless... the warm sheath embraced him, keeping him comfortable. Every now and again he would struggle to make a few intelligent thoughts, perhaps even making out a few words to Kesp, before slipping back into the desires that a demon cock ought to have. It seemed that he truly would be serving out that contract, in full.