Commission: Love Potions
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Love Potions
by Segremores Moon, a commission for SSJ3Mewtwo
Consciousness was painful, but it slowly returned. Daniel could hardly tell whether his eyes were open and bleary, or closed behind eyelids to shield him from light which was too bright. Regardless of his vision, every other sense slowly activated in a series of warnings that told him: You have been out, you are in some place unfamiliar, you are hurt, and you are restrained.
Another voice slowly made its way into his awareness... this one somewhere outside of his body... speaking in low tones. Finally, Daniel's eyes opened to let in the dim light. The interior of a ramshackle hut greeted his vision. The walls were a little close, cluttered with shelves which had been built right into the wooden planks and baked mud surfaces. Each shelf held one sort of curiosity or another, and the varied colors and shapes of each item fascinated him. He blinked again as something moved, trying to swivel his head around to see what was going on. That's when he realized that he was mostly immobile. A flex of his arms confirmed that they were both tied with scratchy rope which had been carefully knotted around his lithe wrists. Daniel gasped as he looked down his body, noticing that he was completely nude as well, stripped of his city garments and cloak to expose every inch of his perfectly black-scaled flesh. His ankles were securely tied in the same fashion as his wrists had been.
"Oh you're awake? I'm glad to see it," came the sound of the voice he had half-heard while he was returning to consciousness. Daniel swiveled his smooth black head to focus his bleary golden-flecked eyes on the speaker. A robed figure stood next to him, the hood pulled back to reveal the facial features of someone who was clearly equine in nature. Startlingly-blue eyes stared back at Daniel's restrained form. "I'm very sorry that the hirelings I had bring you here were so rough on you. I swear that I simply told them to find you for me, not to knock you unconscious and drag you all the way here." The strange equine's voice was earnest and tinged with concern at this, though his face seemed to stay impassive. That equine muzzle just a nice smooth mask of indifference toward what was going on.
"M.. mwhat... am... What am I doing here?" Daniel asked. It felt like he was trying to speak with a cold slug in his muzzle. His tongue was raw and numb from being so dry. He wondered how long he had been out. He didn't even remember how he had gotten here, nor of being in any danger prior to being captured.
"Well, my pretty specimen," began the robed equine as he clopped slowly toward one of the cluttered shelves to rummage for something. "You are here because, unfortunately, I have been commissioned for some very unique substances lately which simply can't be produced as easily as the demand for them wishes." He replied, pulling a large book off of the shelf, along with a few knick-knacks of varying description. He shuffled to a table closer to Daniel's sprawled form and deposited them carefully upon it.
The equine looked over his prisoner with those blue eyes to trace the strange shape of Daniel's body. Daniel was a hybrid creature: some parts humanity, part draconic, part feline. The strange heritage mingled in his form in a manner that the alchemist had not seen in many others, if at all. Daniel's entire form was covered in fine black scales that made him hard to see in the dead of night. His rounded head was crowned only with a pair of ear-like protrusions from either side and adorned with a simple, short muzzle. His upper body was slight and lean, possessed of a lithe power. His lower body was a different story, his hips wide and obvious, with digitigrade legs and feet used to support a species that ran and leapt. Daniel's particular mixing of traits would benefit someone who could run or even walk for long distances, with a long thick tail that could support balance for such a strange-looking body.
"I'm not sure that I follow you, good sir," Daniel spoke again, a little annoyed with the equine alchemist's clear interest in ogling Daniel's nude form rather than explaining anything.
"Well, I know how to make these substances myself," continued the equine who snapped out of his staring torpor and arranged the items on the small table around his open book. "However, it would take too much time, and the products would not be as effective, if at all. I need a specimen much more suited to the work than I." He finished, cryptically.
Daniel pulled on his restraints but the ropes only creaked tightly and squeezed on his wrists and ankles. There was hardly any budge, it was going to be impossible to escape captivity without some effort. He stopped moving when the ropes became too tight, grimacing at his captor.
"Alright, you have me then, what are you going to do?" He asked, apprehensive of the answer. The alchemist ignored him for several moments as he perused the book he had selected. He turned page after page for a few moments, then went to the shelves again, coming back to the small table to rearrange different items upon its surface in order to make room for the new objects. Daniel shivered a little from the feel of warm, stuffy air shift along his nude form. It teased fingers slightly over the surface of his scales, especially those surrounding his rear and groin. The large hybrid did not get that much in the way of pleasure from others, given the strangeness of his form and the xenophobia of most inhabitants of the world in that day and age. Shunned, he often had to stay clothed and find ways to please himself, so any external stimulation was welcomed and very unexpected as this was.
"I will change you into a literal dispensary, infinitely producing the ointments and potions that I desire," the equine suddenly replied, snapping Daniel out of his trance as he noticed that the robed figure was standing directly over him now. With a flick of his robed wrist, the equine shook a bottle over him and sprinkled something wet onto Daniel's exposed form. The drops of fluid were cold, but instantly warmed upon contact with his scales. The warm contact points flowed across his flesh in a sensuous massage that made him gasp a little, especially when the alchemist paid special attention to his groin area, being sure that several of such drops coated the closed groin slit that housed Daniel's maleness.
The alchemist began to chant something in a strange language, low and smooth. Each word was foreign to Daniel, but somehow soothing at the same time. Those warm drops that had splashed against him began to move again. Slowly, sensuously, each of them probed like a finger, and they ran over his body as if to explore it. The warm spots concentrated in places that were most sensitive, and they massaged there. Daniel's nervous system came ablaze with stimulation and enjoyment. Despite the awkward, potentially dangerous situation, Daniel could feel his form becoming aroused beyond all reason. He squirmed a little, pulling at his restraints once again as the familiar sensation of his genital slit opening gradually grabbed his attention.
Despite the fact that the pink tip of his phallus was starting to show itself to the alchemist, those words continued to come unabated. Daniel couldn't even tell if the alchemist was paying attention to what his reading was doing to him, but Daniel definitely could. With a shudder, his long thick spire of flesh suddenly thrust itself out into the open air, erect and ready to be pleased. The length was pale pink, and throbbed with only a few obvious veins to break its otherwise smooth surface. It was a cock to be proud of, that was for sure, but only in private company. Here it was strange jutting from his groin, as if pulled out by groping hands that were even at that moment examining its features.
"Gods above... please stop..." Daniel could hardly gasp as he felt the warmth permeate his body in nearly uncomfortable ways. Even as the words left his lips, he knew that he didn't want it to stop at all. The increase in temperature began to make the tiny pores between his scales ooze with sweat, and in moments he was glistening with perspiration. He strained his flushed body as the equine paused in his reading to sprinkle something powdery over his squirming form. The dust seared like fire as it touched him, and every inch of his scalie flesh felt as if it were contracting for a moment. A moan ripped from Daniel's raw throat as the pleasure centered intently around his groin. It was so good, the sensation was pure torture.
Daniel could hardly think as the alchemist continued the strange process. He had to escape. His bleary eyes snapped open by the force of mental crowbars. Feverishly, he looked toward one of his tied wrists as he pulled and worked at it with a new fervor. He had to get out of that little hut with the cluttered shelves. The determination of his thoughts gave him conviction to block out the intense pleasure radiating to his brain from every inch of his body and the pain starting to radiate from his wrists. His pain helped him to think, the erotic fire that burned just outside of his consciousness temporarily abated to let him think, and he flexed his wrist again. With a firm bending of the thumb, it popped painfully out of place and gave him the narrow width he needed to slip out of the rope's grip.
His eyes snapped to the alchemist, who was still very intent on reading and chanting without interruption. The robed figure hadn't even noticed the freed hand. The tied hybrid popped his thumb back into place and reached over slowly to the other wrist, untying it until the rope fell away. It was at that moment that the fire he had kept from his mind finally broke through into his consciousness again. Another loud moan tore itself from him and turned into a scream of blissful agony. His thoughts were completely banished under erotic wind that battered his loins and washed over the rest of him. Unable to do much else, he simply lay there, feeling what had to be several hundred hands slide over his body in the slowest and most erotic way possible. It felt as if he himself were genitals, touched by many who were pleased with his appearance as he hung and drooled from a groin. He could just roll back into his mind and lose himself in that thought, but it was a trick, and he was still in danger.
With a colossal effort of his legs, he tensed and managed to get his feet under himself upon the table to leap suddenly upward. The alchemist cried out at the flurry of motion, so focused had he been on his work. The powerful leap caused momentum and force that the ropes were no match for. They pulled taut around his ankles and tail for a second before snapping like dried twigs. In the midst of his pleasure haze, Daniel sent another kick right into the middle of the alchemist's chest, which sent him flying into one of the walls of shelves. Things of all shapes and sizes knocked over and cracked the equine upon his skull. The fleeing hybrid couldn't even wait to see what damage had been done. With a huff of exertion, Daniel pried the door open and fled into the night.
*****
Initial shock and desire to flee had started to wear off. Daniel had run for almost an hour, trying to keep to a straight line as best he could and use the nearly nonexistent light from the moon to reveal the dark trees that surrounded him. It seemed to him that the hut was in the middle of some secluded forest. He couldn't identify where he was, even by the stars. It was a strange place in a strange land.
Exhaustion had begun to take its toll on him as the hours wore on. Even this far away from the alchemist, whatever spell had been cast upon him was still working. Daniel had been running with an erection the entire time. That massive pink thing jutted and bobbed through the air like a lance through miles of cold breeze without losing a bit of its potency. Finally, Daniel was knocked to his knees, leaning his head against the bark of a nearby tree as he groaned out into the night air. His four-fingered hands went directly to his spire and he tried desperately to stroke it as firmly as he dared.
Touching himself only made the ever-present sensation of body-length pleasure worse. His eyes rolled into the back of his head, and his form arched unpleasantly as if he were trying to thrust his cock into some orifice that the cool air could provide him. Ropes of clear precum fired from the tip of his tapered cock, splattering into the grass and onto the tree's bark, making the air smell of the incredible musk of sex. The sensation was too much, and he pulled his hands off of his member via supreme effort and a roar of absolute frustration.
He sat there and panted. His eyes closed to try and ignore the sight of his arousal. It did no good, he could still feel everything in sharp relief. The sensation of electricity coursed through his flesh at every angle. Thankfully, he was starting to get used to it. Though the pleasure was still there, it was not overwhelming him as easily and he found it could be resisted. Exhausted, aroused, and frightened, Daniel wondered if he could sleep at all despite everything. Thankfully the night was not terribly cold, and the warmth that his form was generating from whatever was happening to him kept him from freezing despite his nudity.
With a start he realized that he had been dozing off. He opened his eyes and gasped a little. All of his limbs were stiff, probably from being in the same position all night. With a grunt, he sat up, to the tune of all his muscles and bones protesting, and then the sensations returned once more. To replace all of the aches and pains, pleasure rolled across his body, though this time it was much more intense between his thighs. Determined to ignore it, Daniel stood. A hiss left his dark lips at the sensation of the cool morning air brushing against his hyper-sensitive arousal. He refused to look at himself, resolutely staring in the direction he was planning on moving, and started to lope forward on his thick legs through the forest.
Daniel's normal walking gait proved to be a difficult. Occasional spikes of pleasure radiated between his thighs, and every step in the wrong position would slap his substantial endowment across an inner thigh. Daniel eventually had to take a break, and he paused at the edge of a large pond to squat at its bank and take a drink. Surprise welled up within him as he gazed at himself. His member stood much more firmly than it ever had before. Massive, pink, and solid, but also larger. His dark groin slit looked as if it were strained severely around the base of a phallus that was clearly not meant to be hidden inside of it.
"What is happening to me?" He asked in horrified wonder, daring to touch the smooth length he now sported. An involuntary groan left his lips when his lithe fingers made contact with the fleshy pole. It flexed involuntarily and spurted a thick gout of something clear and viscous. The fluid landed with a splatter in the water, clearly visible as an oily substance that sank beneath the surface after a moment. He blinked for a moment, then stroked his member a second time. Again, another thick gush of the fluid spat out of the tip, caught on his fingertips this time. He brought it to his muzzle, sniffing the heavily-musky substance before taking a lick at it. It was spicy, and it tasted nothing like anything that normally came out of his penis. It burned across his tongue in a pleasant way and encouraged him to swallow the taste.
A roll of fire washed over him. It took his senses completely away and the warm prodding sensation of those transformative fingers were back again, working over every sensitive inch of his flesh. Daniel's consciousness was so wrapped up, he hadn't realized that his back was to the grass, his legs spread in the air as his hands wildly stroked at himself and fingered at a delicate place under his groin slit. He didn't even register the fact that his fingers were slipping into something wet and warm underneath his phallus. It was all pleasure. The effect wore on for moments, and still he was unable to bring himself to orgasm, instead simply exhausting his entire form at a raging peak.
It was over after a few more moments. Daniel came back to himself quickly, opening his eyes to see that the sun had moved since he could last coherently pay any attention to it. His hands felt stiff, but he managed to open his fingers from around his still-massive erection. His other hand was still under his loins and between his thighs. He moved his fingers a little, grunting at the sensation of new pleasure from between his legs, and the realization of warmth surrounding his fingertips. "What?" He asked softly, as he pulled his wet fingers from between his legs. He couldn't see, so he slowly moved to the edge of the pond and squatted there to look at the reflection in the water between his massive thighs. There was the base of his cock, and below that, the pink flesh of a perfectly-formed female slit now sat as if it had always been there.
"No! Nononono!" Daniel cried out to the emptiness of the forest, standing and shaking his head. The ever-present pleasure was there again as he moved, radiating from every inch of his flesh, and his limbs felt stiff and ungainly. Regardless, he paced, and panicked. Though he had physically escaped his strange captor, whatever the equine alchemist had done to him was still taking effect. Who knew how much more it would change before it was finished? His panicked thoughts were broken as his ankle stiffened a little, refusing to bend properly as he took another step.
The hybrid stumbled a little, then fell. His large form hit the ground heavily with a yelp of frustration and he scrabbled a little to turn himself over as carefully as possible, in order to look at his uncooperative ankle. Instead of the usual black color of the tiny scales that covered his entire body, a smooth silver colored splotch had formed around his ankle joint and most of his foot. It was like a large stain of silver. Daniel touched it gingerly, and felt how it was smooth and slick like touching actual metal, yet warm and sensitive to his touch as if it were still his own flesh. His ankle flexed unexpectedly, bending his foot involuntarily until it stuck in a certain position before the silver color spread before his very eyes. It flowed like water over the rest of his foot, locking his toes into place. The entire moment this process took left him shivering as the sensation of dipping his toes into a cold water's surface gripped him for a moment before fading away again.
There was no way he would be able to stand on that foot, the position it was in reminded him of how it would look if he were squatting or crouching and no amount of effort on his part would move the now solid-looking joint. He sighed in disapproval, laying there for several moments in his perpetual pleasure, staring up at the blue heavens as he tried to think of what to do next. "I have to keep moving, find someone to help," he whispered to himself. He pushed himself into a crawling posture, and looked around for a branch, a stick, anything to help him lean his weight so that he wouldn't have to use that stiffened joint of his to walk. He found a suitable cane and broke off its twigs until it was straight and manageable before using it to hobble off again.
It was dark again by the time Daniel decided to call it quits. He sat carefully by another tree which looked just like any of the others he had passed for hours before. There didn't seem to be any escape from that forest, and Daniel was starting to abandon hope of ever leaving it. Who knew how exactly the alchemist had gotten him to the hut in the middle of nowhere from the city he had been kidnapped from in the first place.
What was worse, is that throughout the day, Daniel had begun to notice the same silver patches on other parts of his dark skin. One on his tail tip, another on his left hip, another one starting to form on his arm and wrist. He looked over the patches, all of them larger than they were when he first discovered them. He felt stiff all over, and his spine started to arch a little in uncomfortable ways. It was clear to him, at that point, that the pleasurable transformations were trying to force him into a specific pose. No matter how he tried to resist, another change would force him to bend or shift and more of that metallic scaling would appear on his form.
Despite all of this, he felt calm, complacent. His brain didn't tell him to panic or struggle, it told him to relax and let it happen. The hybrid struggled against this notion through the night and tried instead to sleep, but sleep would not come to his feverish form aside from momentary lapses in consciousness. One such doze was broken by a sudden jerking of his other leg, and he glanced at it to watch as the same silver substance moved up his ankle and pushed his foot into the position his first had taken earlier. "Alright, let's do this," he sighed finally, and carefully moved to position his stiff metal feet underneath him until he was squatting. It was surprisingly comfortable for the hybrid to take the position, and he grunted as the metallic luster moved gradually up his legs.
Stiffness was definitely beginning to settle into his joints. Daniel didn't even bother to try moving his legs, they felt too solid and stiff. There was enough of the metallic luster coating them now that trying to move would have meant falling over again, and the hybrid preferred to be upright for whatever was going to happen to him next. His eyes were focused upon his lower half. He watched with rapt attention as the cool metallic sheath slid over more and more of his scales. It was almost as if he were being slowly immersed in a vat of the substance. In the brief moments that he blinked, he could still feel the process with perfect clarity, the cool metal flowed over him from every patch along his body. The patches on his legs and hips were larger and growing faster than the ones higher up, the slowest-growing of all were the ones on his arms and chest which barely shifted or expanded at all.
His breath came in ragged gasps, his heart beat faster, a sort of panic had begun to settle into his nerves as the cool metal creeped up over his thighs. He couldn't see from this position, but he could feel the metal sheen flow over his ass, and his back arched from his loud gasp when it barely touched his more sensitive parts. The surge in pleasure focused his attention back to his massive phallus, which demanded his touch with renewed desire. Potent signals from his loins could not be denied, so touch he did, hands going to his member once more. It was so hot, the spire was like a heated poker in a bed of coals. It was hard to touch for a prolonged period of time, but Daniel could not keep himself from stroking the flesh and watched in wonder as the tip literally gushed thick streams of that strange substance over the ground between his frozen thighs.
Deep inside his groin, he could feel the source of those surges build, and then another gush of the substance would rocket out his tip. The incredible build and release ritual was akin to orgasm, and it made the hybrid shudder, but it was no more orgasm than any of the other sensations he had experienced and it made him want for more. "Oh gods, please, let me..." he begged, eyes lidding as he stroked himself frantically into the night air. His hips flexed, or tried to make the attempt in their frozen state of being, as his stiffened muscles tried their best to thrust his cock through his groping hands.
His dark brow furrowed in frustration as minutes dragged by without relief. He squeezed, he groped, he even tried to finger himself in the newly-acquired opening, but nothing would bring the release his body screamed for. A real scream of frustration built in his throat and howled out into the night, finally releasing his ever-present erection as it spilled another load of his product onto the sodden ground. Free of his overwhelming concentration, his eyes shot open in surprise. The intervening lapse in attention had given the transformation ample time to continue unhindered. To Daniel's surprise, he had even less time to ponder his existence as the metal had found its way up to his chest. The coolness made him shiver as it overtook his shoulders and pulled his spine into an arched bow.
"No, not yet, need to... nnnf let me FINISH!" He roared out with eyes widened, as his head felt pulled back against his will to look up at the stars above. His hands reached again for his phallus, but they did not get far, pulled back as he felt the cool metal flow over them slowly. His arms bent at the joints into more comfortable positions for the hybrid. Soon his eager hands were resting upon his lithe chest instead, in a pose of caress over his own form, thus leaving his erection to bob from its solid metal opening as the strange sheen finally began to grow up over its smooth pink surface.
"Oh gods oh gods...." he groaned out, heart pounding in his chest as he felt the change continue on. It consumed his will just as easily as it consumed his form, and soon he felt himself wanting every moment of the change. It felt so good and he did not want it to stop. It wouldn't be long, the metal flowed up the back of his head and neck, over the rest of his fingers, and neared the tip of his drooling penis. For a final time, the pleasure built in his loins, and he howled out as he felt the metallic sheen consume his cock entirely, his face freezing in place.
At the end of that guttural howl, the metal flowed over his head and face at last. Daniel's expression locked into position as his features set into that of one in the passionate throes of orgasm. Finally, the hybrid's transformation was complete, and in place of Daniel's large hybrid form was a perfect statue of himself in orgasm, his image and his size captured perfectly.
*****
The alchemist clopped through the underbrush, cursing under his breath the whole way. He had spent days trying to find his prize to no avail. Twice he had found signs that the hybrid had passed by one area, and the tracks would start fresh, but they led him in circles. "Cursed forest, why did I think this isolation the answer?" He called out, the chirp of birds answered him overhead.
The sun reached its zenith overhead on the fifth day, and the equine's hooded head swiveled around as the glint of something metallic in the distance caught his searching eye. With a gleeful nicker, he trotted off in that direction, pulling branches aside to find what he was looking for.
Daniel's statue stood squatting there, a perfect piece of erotic art. The large hybrid was clearly in orgasm, his face a mask of ultimate pleasure as he held his own torso. His legs were spread around his groin, which was thrust forward to bare his cock to the world, a smooth silver phallus with a slit in its tip that was drooling actual fluid onto the ground in a steady leak. The alchemist examined his new statue carefully, smiling as he found the warm metal petals of the feminine flower between the hybrid statue's legs as well.
"Good, I'm so glad I found you again, let's get you home now to get out of this cold," he said. With a grunt, the equine lifted the statue clear off of the ground and carried it home, disregarding the fact that it must have weighed several hundred pounds at least. A triumphant hum of good fortune echoing from his chest.
*****
A few days later, Daniel was carefully returned to the hut and ensconced into one of its corners. His form gleamed in the dim light of the interior, and his face and form invited sex in all its forms. The equine shuffled over with a couple of beakers in paw. "Hello my dear, let's see how things are going," he cooed as if to a lover. With one hand, he closed it around Daniel's metal erection, gently stroking it until it began to drool steadily from the tip. The warm liquid fell into the beaker held in the alchemist's other paw, collecting the substance with a gleeful smile. The more he stroked, the more fluid would ooze out. Soon the beaker was full and the alchemist had to cease his action lest the glass jar run over with the stuff.
The second beaker he set between Daniel's thighs. As gently as possible, he began to slide his fingertips over the warm metallic petals hidden under the statue, even slipping a single thick finger inside and moving it this way and that as if it were flesh instead of warm metal. Just as with the statue's cock, a heady fluid began to dribble into the beaker and over the equine's fingertips. The equine alchemist put the second full jar next to the first, labeling both carefully. "Excellent, good boy," he smiled to himself, wiping the remaining drizzle onto his robe.
In a small leather-bound book, the equine took notes: "The subject is entirely changed and productive. His imprisonment may only be temporary... if one can call three centuries temporary... but for now he will provide valuable elements for future business. From his phallus issues a potency tincture. Ingested in the right amount, it will increase the fertile potency of the male or female who consumes. The more that is imbibed, the greater the effect."
Taking the beaker containing the potency tincture, he sniffed its contents and rumbled at his enjoyment for the musky aroma coming from within. Putting it to his lips, the alchemist took a hefty quaff without hesitation. At first, nothing happened, and he was able to replace the beaker onto the table before the change gripped him. He tore at his robes until his groin was exposed, sighing gratefully as a pair of oversized balls plopped out onto the seat and continued there apparent expansion between his muscular legs until they spilled off of the seat's edge and hung half way to the floor. His stallionhood flagged over those swollen orbs as they filled with fertility, to the point of ripe melons which dangled in their stretched scrotal flesh.
"Gods... very potent..." He groaned, gritting his teeth as he discarded his torn robe to reveal his nude, muscular body. He scribbled in the journal again: "The tincture is very potent, it should only be sold in single-dram doses, perhaps half-dram doses." "The substance produced from the statues inner tunnel is a potion of love which I will not test myself. Perhaps I should find another subject to test this upon..." The equine chuckled at this, looking over at his living statue with a smirk.
"First thing's first," he grinned, gripping his potent cock between both hands. The alchemist lay back in his chair, intent on enjoying a slow, well-deserved wank of his oversized genitals.