Can't Lead a Horse
A young man sneaks into a night club, having no idea that he's entered the lair of a demonic horse.
Can't Lead a Horse Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Ruco
It was another roaring Friday night in the city that never wept. Cars zoomed along the road with music spilling out of the windows; people roamed the streets from one hot destination to another. The sun had faded but the clouds were orange with the light of the city. It all seemed so majestic, like another world to Hideo as he sat on one of the flat brick walls on either side of the steps up to his apartment building. During the day the kids would play along the sidewalks with their chalk and jump ropes, toy with the fire hydrant... and at night when they were all in bed the adults would play, going to bars and concerts. In many ways Hideo was a young man caught between two worlds.
Hideo was seventeen, his sleek black hair framing his face and tied back into a loose ponytail. His skin was a rich tan with olive undertones, a caramel mix from his Asian heritage. He was five foot ten and lanky, his arms and legs rather thin for such height. He had always been told he would 'fill out' as time went on. Hideo wasn't sure he had much hope. His family had intended to move to the city for years, but Hideo had been born during the year of the great revelation... Research on a corporate funded island city had produced human-animal hybrids, gifting man with traits and qualities of animals. Hideo's mother had been dead set against living with such abominations and she spent the rest of her life insisting that they stay in the country... But when she passed away Hideo had finally reached the big city life, taking it all in.
They had moved into a low rent apartment to start with while his father worked temporary jobs night and day while trying to find something more stable, more permanent... This left Hideo all alone in a neighborhood with no one else his age. His father had tried to encourage him to befriend the children but they were all ten years younger than him. Sure he'd made friends at school, but nothing local... at least, nothing his age.
Hideo had been riding the bus home from school when some older boys included him in their conversation. It was a long ride from his school, they really got to talking. Music, movies, books... They thought he had fantastic taste, even suggested things to them they turned out to love. The afternoon chat became a habit, five days a week. By the second week they invited Hideo out to drinks, he thought up an excuse other than the fact he was under age. They really thought he was one of them. He lied about working during school hours, made up stories about where he had been... and then another invitation came, one he had never expected.
Of his friends, Keegan and Carl had been the closest. Keegan had blond hair and a fair build, while Karl's hair had been curly and dark brown... One day, out of the blue, they had invited Hideo to get spliced. Hideo still looked back on that day, wishing he had been able to say yes. Ever since his mother objected to the hybrids he had become fascinated. He read up on the science, he studied the culture, he learned the pro's and con's, he even found hybrid porn and jacked off to it. He was a fan boy. Half a century before he would have been considered a furry, but now... that didn't mean anything without taking the step to be one. And yet, despite all of his desire... he couldn't say yes. He was too young, he couldn't get permission...
He had seen his friends one last time. Keegan had given up his humanity to become part leopard. Carl had taken his Spanish heritage to heart and become a minotaur so he could be his own torero. They had been so beautiful, so majestic. They had said goodbye. They were moving on to a new phase of life and Hideo hadn't joined them. It had broken Hideo's heart. He tried to convince himself that they weren't true friends if they would just abandon him, but... being human wasn't enough anymore... Watching life flow by his doorstep, he could see it. He wasn't going to let life pass him by anymore.
Hideo hopped down onto the step before racing up into the apartment. He circled the spiraling stairs up to the third floor and barreled into the apartment. Food cartons were strewn about from the haphazard meals his father got to eat. Hideo moved into his room and pulled a chair over to the closet, stepping up onto it. He reached well above the clothes, fishing around before he pulled down a small suitcase, tossing it onto his bed. It felt so dramatic to have a hidden stash, though it was just clothes. Still, clothes could make the man... or a teen into a man.
The case was opened, revealing the secret garb; leather pants with chains and belts, a vest, shirts, collars... fetish gear. Hideo had worked for so long to gather the gear from undiscriminating internet sights. He stripped down quickly and pulled on the neoprene underwear first. It was a snug fit, the bulge rather obscene. He tried to pull on the leather pants next but it was a rather snug fit. Hideo lay down on his bed, tugging at the pants, getting them up and clasped, the black leather glistening in the light.
The teenager sat up and pulled on boots, tucking them into the legs of the pants before he looked at what remained for shirts. Two things called out to him, a fishnet shirt and a leather vest. Hideo considered, going back and forth before he pulled out the vest and buttoned it up. His bare arms contrasted well with the black of his outfit. Hideo pulled out a black collar and pulled it on, synching it up around his neck before he opened a pocket of the case and pulled out fake earrings, selecting two black ones. He pulled the spring backing back and slid them into place, moving over to the mirror. Hideo tried to putt out his chest, spread his shoulder blades wider, anything to make himself look older. If he was lucky the bouncers would be so used to hybrids they'd assume he looked young because he was human or asian, but he wouldn't leave that to chance.
Hideo returned to the case, opening the last pocket. He pulled out a leather wallet with a fake I.D. saying he was twenty one. Four years was a bit of a stretch but it would have to do. He transferred money from his real wallet to the fake one, clipped it to a chain on his pants and stuck it in his pocket. He was ready... assuming he could sneak past his nosy neighbors. Hideo decided on the side window and eased it open, climbing out onto the fire escape. He was glad it was already night or someone surely would have spotted him. He felt a little like a cat burglar as he flexed and moved, the leather contorting around him as he moved down to the last ladder that slid down to the street as he climbed down. It would be a wild night.
***
The cool evening breeze was refreshing on Hideo's hot skin as he walked down the street, heading toward the pulsing beats of the night clubs. Every time he thought about what he might get up to he felt as if he was flushing, but the grin only spread wider on his face. Hideo's brown eyes cast around the streets, looking at the sort of folk that frequented the city so late at night. A pack of twenty year old jackals rode by on their motorcycles, a hybrid giraffe was offering directions, there were even police officers keeping an eye on everything. One was a bear of the human variety, the other a hybrid pig. It was like stepping into some sort of story book, but it was all very real...
Hideo's curiosity came to a sudden stop as he rammed into the back of someone. He nearly toppled over, catching himself on a street sign. He looked around in a panicked state, heart practically beating out of his chest. His eyes fell across the broad shouldered man he had rammed, his skin a unique grey pallor. As the man turned, a bone spike rising up from his short muzzle betrayed him as a rhino.
"I'm sorry, are you alright?" Hideo asked. While the rhino had looked annoyed at first he soon chuckled.
"Of course I'm alright; it'll take more than you to knock me over." He smirked, "You... new... to Club Pegasus?" The Rhino asked. Hideo hesitated.
"Yes... Is it that obvious? Did I not dress right?" Hideo asked. The Rhino chuckled, eyeing the boy up and down.
"You dressed right; you're just a new face." He said, advancing as the line moved. The bouncer up ahead was eyeing the crowd with the fierce determination of a silver back gorilla, dark eyes settling on Hideo. He tried not to look nervous, hoping that conversing with the Rhino would help him get in.
"What's your name? I'm Hideo." The boy offered. The rhino glanced over his shoulder.
"Slade. Good to see you Hideo." The Rhino replied. A fierce yell came from the bouncer as he beat his chest before shoving a trouble maker out of the front of the line. Hideo froze in fear, wondering if such a fate awaited him... and then all too soon Slade as at the front of the line. Soon the gorilla calmed, gesturing to the door for Slade. He advanced and Hideo came to a stop at the front, looking into the broad chest. The gorilla looked Hideo over, a strange grin crossing his face.
"You old enough?" The deep voice asked.
"Yeah, of course..." Hideo said, reaching for his I.D. The Gorilla guffawed.
"Go in, have good night." He said. Hideo blushed, stuffing his wallet back in his pocket, moving through the door with little more than a glance over his shoulder. The gorilla had already moved on to stop the rest of the line until someone came out of the club.
The music inside the club reverberated through Hideo, vibrating his diaphragm, filling his lungs with sound, feeling as if it made his black hair stand on end. The air was hot from so many bodies and lights in close proximity, the air practically humid. Twin panthers danced in the center of a crowd sandwiching a strawberry blond boy covered in splatters of glow in the dark paint. There were even bat hybrids hanging from the rafters, bobbing their heads to the music.
A thumping in the corner drew Hideo's attention and he turned to look, seeing a rabbit boy humping a human skater out of his mind. Hideo grinned and blushed. It was everything his mother feared, and somehow that fear excited him... and that fear excited someone else as well. Red eyes were settled on Hideo from the moment he had entered, the eyes framed by sleek short black fur that covered the horse hybrid's body. His black mane had been worked up into a Mohawk, the ends dyed red. His fingers ended in hard nail tips that were vestiges of hooves.
"Lane... What's got you so focused?" A donkey on the stage with the black horse asked, his tail flicking.
"I see some fun for me tonight..." He said, lifting the cup he had been drinking from, letting the alcohol spill into his muzzle before he drank it down and jumped off the stage, moving through the crowd. As Lane passed, something seemed to come over the partiers. The goth skunk and the preppie gecko were soon making out, humping and grinding. Lane turned, passing around the outer edge of the dance floor. The humping rabbit gasped as his cock sprayed so much cum that he soaked his own pants and that of the skater. Step by step Lane was getting closer to Hideo.
Hideo's head bobbed to the music, loving the indie rock that was being played. It was so fresh, so new to him. In the midst of his dancing he murmured as a stray hand passed over his exposed shoulder, a tail brushing his legs. Even if no one was acknowledging him, it was the most exciting place he had ever been. A shiver ran across Hideo's spike as the red eyes looked at him from behind. Hideo passed the feeling off as excitement, still dancing. Hideo almost missed the cool air from outside though, the heat was making him sweat. The beads of perspiration rolled down his brow, soaking his hair.
The dark arms sliding around Hideo's stomach made him jump in surprise, his back sliding against the strong, broad chest of someone much larger, stronger, and furrier than himself. Hideo murmured, trying to speak but he failed. A smile crossed the dark muzzle as Lane slid his head over Hideo's shoulder, inhaling his scent. The unique hands moved to rub Hideo's stomach beneath the trailing edge of his vest. All at once the current song ended, "Threshold" coming on. Without words the two began to sway to the music, hips going one way and then another. Hideo practically melted in the horse's arms, swaying with him. He moaned softly, feeling a growing bulge against his ass. He knew his dance partner was still soft, but WHAT a bulge.
"Having a good time?" Lane asked. Hideo's mind reeled, trying to remember what words were.
"It's great... So many happy people." Hideo said. Lane let out a happy snort.
"I hope you're one of them..." The horse murmured, reaching down to paw at Hideo's groin. Hideo gasped, blood flooding into his cock. Hideo bit his lip as he pushed back against that growing bulge. He panted deeply. Lane inhaled the boy's scent, using every ounce of his restraint not to unleash everything on the boy right then and there.
"I am now... I just hope I can party properly." Hideo whispered. Lane smirked, a long horse tongue sliding out of his muzzle to lick Hideo's cheek.
"You know what they say; the true party animal dances to his own beat... Whatever makes you feel good." Lane said. Hideo nodded, pressing back into Lane's body. The horse was so warm, so hot... it made Hideo sweat more but he felt like he wanted to be slow roasted. He inhaled, smelling the musk and sweat of the club.
"And what beat do you dance to?" Hideo asked, pressing back tighter.
"How about we go to somewhere less crowded and I teach you a few dance moves." Lane murmured. Hideo felt nervous, scared, excited... but this is why he came, why he snuck in. He nodded gently, turning his head to lean in and kiss the muzzle next to him. The horse snorted in delight and Hideo smiled.
"Got anywhere in mind?" Hideo asked. Lane groped the human boy, squeezing the swollen package covered in leather and rubber.
"Not sure how long I can wait for a hottie like you; let's go find a stall..." Lane said, leading Hideo toward the bathroom. Hideo grinned, so excited. He strutted a bit as he walked, swaying his hips, knowing he was going to sew his wild oats... and he'd be quite the cowboy, letting the horse ride him from the sound of things.
***
The doors to the bathroom slammed open as Lane and Hideo stumbled through them, chest to chest, arms wrapped around one another. Hideo was grinning ear to ear as he kissed the horse man. It felt so odd to have his lips pressed to a muzzle but when that huge horse tongue filled his mouth he felt like he was going to cum right there. It was so strong, thick, big... He moaned, his back slamming into a wall before he was pulled away and the two careened into one of the stalls.
A dank smell was filling Hideo's nose. It was the same as in the club... but stronger. Musk and sweat... He could understand the musk being stronger in the bathroom, but why the sweat? Maybe it wasn't cleaned out as often? Then Hideo realized, it was because people would do what he was doing with Lane and work up an even bigger sweat. Hideo moaned, breaking the kiss.
"This club is great..." Hideo moaned.
"I'm glad you liked it, I worked hard on it." Lane murmured. Hideo's eyes widened.
"You own the club?" The boy asked. Lane gave a snort of delight.
"Hell yes." Lane said, setting the boy down fully before he crouched down, putting his muzzle to the boy's groin. Hideo gasped as Lane nuzzled him and inhaled his sense. Lane's red eyes began to glow a bit. This was a worthy specimen. Normally he wouldn't have lowered himself before a mortal, let alone a human... but there was something more here, something worth fostering. Lane nipped at the zipper with his teeth, tugging it down. The wide horse tongue began slathering across the neoprene underwear.
"Hell yes!" Hideo repeated, his head falling back, his eyes shut as blood pooled in his cock, the bulge pushing out of the fly of his open leather pants. Lane licked and nuzzle the bulge before opening his muzzle, pulling the cloth covered flesh in so he could suck it more intently. Hideo's fingers clawed at the wall behind him in bliss... But as quickly as it had started, it stopped. His cock felt cold as the muzzle left, Lane standing back up. Hideo gazed at the horse, surprised at how tall he was, almost taller than he remembered.
The two kissed once more, Hideo getting hornier every time he interacted with the big tongue. The short, soft fur on Lane's body slipped across Hideo's arms, shoulders, back, stomach. Hideo had never felt so safe... Lane began to stretch and flex. He lifted his arms, a strong aroma escaping... The aroma of pent up sweat from a day of hot gyration. It almost overwhelmed Hideo but it was oddly hot, so wrong that it was right. And that was just what Lane had wanted.
In Hideo's moment of being dazed, Lane moved to pull the boy into his pit. Hideo's face nuzzled the curve of the flesh just before the horse's arm came down, trapping Hideo there. Hideo struggled and fought the pressure, his senses being overloaded. He opened his mouth to plead for escape but when the smell flooded his mouth he began to gently lick at Lane's pit, the sweat corrupting him. His bulge grew much more intense as he nuzzled, licked and sucked the rank fur there.
While Hideo sucked his under arm, Lane pulled off the boy's vest and tossed it aside. He wanted to see the boy's chest and nothing else. The horse considered and then reached into the pocket of his pants to withdraw a long chain, reaching forward to clip it to Hideo's collar. Hideo was too busy sucking to realize the metal loop had even appeared on his collar to clip to. After several long minutes Lane released the boy. Hideo wobbled back, his face moist from saliva and sweat, his mouth hanging open a bit.
"You're going to come bed down with me..." Lane said, wrapping his end of the chain around his hand. Hideo nodded eagerly.
"Yes, of course I am." Hideo said, not realizing it had been a command. He reached to fumble for his pants, causing Lane to laugh.
"Leave it. This is a sex club and you are the guest of the owner." Lane said, turning. He tugged on the chain and led Hideo out of the bathroom. Hideo looked to his right at the rabbit furiously humping a skater raccoon; they both looked back with respect. Hideo grinned, he'd never felt so respected. They moved along the dance floor past two panthers dancing with a fox, the black fur so dark against the creamy white belly and the strawberry red fur. Hideo tilted his head, wondering if there really were more hybrids than he remembered, but another tug on his collar reminded him that he had other things to focus on.
Lane pushed through a wide wood door at the back of the club, leading into the private areas. There were small rooms off to both sides, seeming almost like barn stalls except they were closed off with glass partitions. Lane led all the way to the far side where a brick wall rested. Lane opened the door and heat escaped from a vast fireplace inside. Lane basked in the head before entering. Hideo followed, starting to sweat more.
"You really like it warm, don't you?" Hideo asked. Lane nodded, chuckling.
"It reminds me of home." Lane said.
"Texas?" Hideo asked.
"A little further down." Lane murmured in response. He tugged the chain again and Hideo fell into him. Lane grabbed the boy's head in his hands and resumed kissing him, but he had far more in store. Lane kissed Hideo until the two ran out of breath and broke their kiss, gasping. Lane took a few steps back and stretched again before his hands slid across his exposed stomach, moving to unbutton his pants. The denim soon separated and released a heavy musk that made Hideo drool, but it was only the start.
The pants slipped down, revealing slightly thicker fur around his groin... a thick sheathe... and a long, unusual member. By all intents and purposes Lane was hung like a horse. His member had to be at least eleven inches and it wasn't even fully hard. The flesh was contorted, revealing a medial ring around the cock and what was most likely a flat head, but... Lane had foreskin. Hideo had never conceived of a horse with foreskin. The extra flesh extended over the wide, flat horse head and pooled at the front. As if to answer Hideo's questions, Lane reached to tug his foreskin back and reveal the horse head.
"Oh it's amazing..." Hideo murmured, moving forward, licking his lips. Lane chuckled, shaking his head.
"Not yet... You have to earn that." Lane murmured, twirling his finger. Hideo's eyes went wide before he shook his head.
"I... I can't fit that, I..." He muttered. Lane moved up and pressed their groins together, humping a bit. Hideo gasped and moaned, pressing into it.
"I own a sex club; I know all kinds of surprises, secrets you'd never know about... Ways to make things work when young bad boys sneak into clubs and get exactly what they came for." Lane murmured. Hideo breathed Lane's scent in before he nodded. It seemed so reasonable. He turned around, presenting his ass to Lane. Lane chuckled. His hands made short work of Hideo's leather pants. They fell to the floor and were stepped out of. Lane slipped his fingers under the waist of Hideo's neoprene underwear tugging it away from his body. The underwear had been soaked with pre in the front, a very good side. Lane slipped them down, admiring his new toy in nothing but his collar.
Hideo was moved to face the fire, the light bouncing on his caramel skin as Lane came up behind him. His horse cock was sopping with pre as he began to rub it up and down along Hideo's ass. Generally Lane liked to save changes for something more dramatic, but he wanted Hideo to be able to take him. The pre soaked into Hideo's skin, his ass cheeks slowly pushing apart as his asshole became more prominent, the flesh darkening. Hideo didn't realize at all, but as the fat cock head began pushing against his hole, he felt that.
Lane's eyes began to glow a bright red as he stopped hiding his power. He leaned his muzzle into the back of Hideo's neck, hands moving to the boy's hips and he began pushing in. Hideo's ass was pushed wide by the cock as inch after inch invaded his body. Hideo's back arched, his ass quivering around the meat. He felt so full, so good. Hideo felt almost high with lust, thinking of the first time he had seen hybrid porn, the first time he had cum to it, ordering the special clothes, fantasizing about Carl and Keegan. The images faded for just a moment as Lane pulled back before he thrust in again, the medial ring sliding to Hideo's hole.
Hideo nearly toppled over, imagining himself on all fours sucking Lane down, worshipping the horse's cock, his nipples, his muzzle, his tail, his hooves. He wanted to please the owner that had been so good to him. He gasped again as Lane pulled back almost all of the way out, only to thrust in again. This time Hideo was imagining himself on all fours, moving around the club, sucking off any patron that would let him, letting them use his ass, dripping precum and saliva like a hungry, horny beast.
Lane grinned as he saw the images on Hideo's mind. It was all so right, so good... What seemed like ages to Hideo was mere seconds to Lane. Lane was holding Hideo's hips tight as he pistoned in and out, cock sliding back and forth, reaming the boy's ass. His horse cock glistened as it moved in and out and soon Lane hit Hideo's prostate, nearly making the boy collapse in lust. Lane changed positions, hitting the same spot over and over. Drool leaked from Hideo's lips, sweat glistened across his body... It was time.
Precum began flooding into Hideo's ass, churned by the pistoning penis in his ass. It was forced deeper, absorbing into his body. Hideo's mind continued to wander to those he could please, drifting further from the father he never saw. It was as if he had no father. He thought of the club, of its walls and music and food like home... It seemed natural that he had always been here. The memory of friends abandoning him because he was human drifted out of his mind. Everyone would accept and love him... Hideo's moans lost all restraint. He lived to fuck, to be fucked, to suck...
"Yes! Oh my toy, you are glorious!" Lane exclaimed before his cock throbbed. Lane thrust as deep as he could into Hideo, practically filling him to his stomach. The horse cock quivered and the hot, tainted cum flooded into Hideo. The boy's eyes rolled into the back of his head as his mind was washed over by the cum. All his memories of home were washed away, only the vague memory of his mother disapproving remained to always make Hideo feel like a bad boy, a naughty boy surrendered to sexual pleasures in service of the heathens he had been warned about. Hideo had no more will power, he was addicted to sex. It was his purpose. His memories were gone, he had no where he wanted to be but this place.
Lane's thrusting slowed to a stop. He remained there, holding Hideo for several moments before finally pulling out, some of his cum spilling from Hideo's ass. Lane unclipped the chain from the boy's collar, dropping the links to the floor. Hideo spun around, whimpering softly. He loved the affectionate closeness of his master. Lane moved to settle down in a wide, low chair, his legs spread wide, his cock dangling between his legs.
"Hideo... Will you come clean my shaft?" Lane asked. Hideo's eyes lit up, the cock whore eager to please. He moved over at once, dropping down onto his knees, hands reverently sliding up and down the shaft. Hideo inhaled the scent of the cum, moaning. Lane's eyes were glowing like stars as he watched in anticipation. Hideo leaned in, his tongue pushing into the folds of foreskin, slurping around... it was almost as if the foreskin was slurping back.
Hideo moaned deeply, his tongue probing the equine's piss slit when the unexpected happened. In a fraction of a second, Lane's foreskin squirmed and slipped across Hideo's face, tugging and sucking and pulling at it. Hideo squirmed, panic filling his heart as he tried to gasp for breath but only got cum in his mouth.
"After emptying my balls into you, it would be rude of you not to refill them..." Lane said, leaning back in his chair, grinning. The foreskin continued to advance, pulling Hideo's face to his cock slit. The slit began to push wider, allowing Hideo's nose to press in before the slit grew wider and wider. Lane's body was preparing for its meal. He began to relax the guise he held, hiding his true self from the rest of the world. The fur around his hooves grew red like lava, dark black curved horns pushed out from his horse head. Lines of fur lightened to demonic red patterns. The hoof pieces on his fingers turned into claws, he was certainly a horse from hell... and al the while his cock had been expanding, his balls stretching to make room.
Hideo was once more caught between worlds, no longer between that of a child and an adult, but between a man who wanted to survive in order to please and a slut that wanted to give in to whatever it was happening as the last gift to such a sexy beast. It soon seemed that the slut was winning. Hideo licked the inside of Lane's cock, even pushing his head forward. The gigantic demonic horse cock expanded wider and wider, but even so the pressure was immense. The urethra pressed around his cheeks, his ears, and with a satisfying plop his head was in.
Lane watched in surprise as the boy's hands moved to jerk him off. Even partially consumed, he was quite the worthy being. He was pleased that his cum had eroded him so far that he had little care for himself, still eager to please. Lane let Hideo jerk him off, knowing that it only made the process more enjoyable. He thrusted a bit, his cock head slamming into Hideo's shoulders. He pistoned back and forth until the urethra began to spread again, the cock almost three feet wide and several feet long.
Hideo moaned inside the cock as he felt the hot flesh wrap around his shoulders, pushing his arms to his sides. The moan only sent vibrations down Lane's cock, the whole shaft massaging Hideo's body in reward. Lane gave another thrust and the shoulders were subsumed, the cum drenched cock sliding down Hideo's body. The tip of the flesh tickled at his pecs, his nipples, slipping down further and faster.
The demonic horse had taken many souls, many bodies in this way... but it never got old. It was so gratifying, so fulfilling. He watched down to see the naked ass wriggle and then Hideo even pushed forward into the cock. His chest was subsumed, his abs slid in and his elbows disappeared. Soon Hideo was half way in and it was time for Lane to pleasure himself. Muscle rippled across the horse's body as his arms and legs bulged, his pecs jutted out, abs formed. He wrapped two huge hands around his gigantic cock and pulled up until the cock, and Hideo, were jutting directly up from his lap. Lane let out a whinny of delight as he began to thrust his hips up and down, his hands sliding up and down his shaft.
With gravity tugging Hideo downwards, he slipped in even faster. His hard cock was pressed to his stomach as it slipped in, cum coating the boy. His legs wriggled as his thighs disappeared, the urethra starting to narrow around him, pushing his knees together. Inch by inch he dropped in, Lane drooling as he saw the ankles disappear, leaving just the wiggling feet. As they were tugged in, the feet were forced to point upwards, the soles glistening, the toes wiggling before all at once they slipped silently in, a drop of cum oozing out as the feet displaced it... but the fun was far from over.
Lane's cock squirmed and contorted, the muscles working Hideo down towards the beach ball sized balls the demon boasted. Lane longed for the day he could be himself truly and openly, but then again it was rather fun to be so devious and deceitful. He was a demon after all. Lane kept thrusting, grunting and moaning. Each jerk of his hand tugged Hideo down deeper. Hideo began slipping around, squeezed along, pressed and stretched before his head plunged into a pool of cum. The muscles extruded the rest of him like cake icing until he slipped in, landing in the cum, swirling around.
Despite Lane being a demon, Hideo felt like he was in heaven. He swam in the cum, he gulped at it, guzzled it down. It was so warm, so silky. He could practically feel the sperm wriggling against him. He moaned, basking in it, the heat soaking into him... the cum soaking into him. Hideo began to relax but his hands still swished through the cum, his fingers becoming so slimy that they started to stretch and pull apart. He kept moving, unaware that he was dissolving. His caramel skin got lighter and lighter, turning into a creamy bisque color. He moved his legs and they dissolved as well. With one last moan he sunk into the cum and became one with it, every vestige of his humanity gone.
Lane gasped sharply, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he felt his body consume the soul. He groaned, whinnied, stamped his foot and moaned. He thrusted his cock furiously against his hands, jerking off wildly before he let out a wild moan as his orgasm hit. His mind reeled with pleasure as his balls churned and his cock pulsed. He could feel it coming, the cum rising up in a tepid torrent, but something else was going on. As the cum spilled into his cock it got blocked up, the cum gumming together, moving, forming something. The gigantic cock squirmed and bulged.
At first the shape was indistinct but as the muscles struggled to push it forward it began to resemble the bulge that had been there before, compressing the man... but it wasn't quite the same. Lane kept jerking off, panting and moaning, the orgasm lasting longer as his cock tried to cum up whatever was being forged. The pressure built behind it, the pleasure increasing before all at once Lane screamed out in pleasure as a huge torrent of cum erupted from his cock, a cum soaked form ejected in a sloppy mess.
Lane panted, trying to reclaim his breath, but his eyes looked to the floor, trying to see what he had just created. On his carpet was a cum soaked behemoth, at least eight feet tall. Sleek, short black fur covered hulking shoulders, arms as thick as men, legs built to support more than a ton of weight. A long, fat dripping cock emerged from the beast's groin. While the new creation did have hooves, the horns emerging from his head revealed him as something far different than a horse or a demon.
Hideo let out a snort of air through his nose, a wide golden ring dangling from his new muzzle. Slowly his eyes opened. He moved his wide hands to the carpet and pushed himself up, his short tail flicking behind him. Hideo looked around before he saw a mirror, licking his lips in curiosity at who the sexy black bull was... before he realized it was him. He moved one tree trunk of a leg and then the other, standing up. He turned one way and the other, noticing an arm boasted a demonic tattoo. He turned around to Lane, eyes wide.
"Thank you master..." He muttered, his voice incredibly deep. Lane reached up to rub at his chin.
"How do you feel my pet?" Lane asked. Hideo moaned.
"I need a cock in me... maybe two... maybe while I fuck someone." Hideo grunted. Lane grinned. A huge bull like that, and he was still a horny cock slut. It was delicious irony.