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Disclaimer- Bizarre gooey sex. Merging. Losing your mind. Finding yourself. Forcible restraint. Willing restraint. Unusual transformation. If these things bother you, then stop here. If you are under 18, stop here. If you still wish to continue, then start at the beginning, and end at the end.

Sinking into Midnight

Why did people believe in such nonsense? I mean obviously she had the requisite cauldron, various tattered taxidermied animals, and an archaic cottage; but why would people think she was a witch rather than some crazy bag-lady? His hands shuffled through the top drawer of her old armoire as he sighed. She had to have something of value, the Old Historical Society was sure of it. People from the local village had shown them amazing pieces dating back to Alexandrian times that she had sold them for astronomically low prices; however, she refused to deal with the society.

He glanced over the half eaten meal laid out messily on the table, ducking under hanging boughs of drying herbs of some sort or another. Flicking open his brass pocket watch, he checked the time. He still had at least fifteen minutes until she would be able to return if the constable he'd bribed to question her did his job, and there were stories of disappearing pets in the village. . . He sighed as he rummaged through her hamper, but paused as his heel hit on something bolted into the floor.

Leaning down with his small light, he saw that there was a ring set in to the wood of the floor, too small to be a trap door, but enough to keep something valuable he thought as he gave it a tug. A splinter of the rickety wood buried itself into his thumb, but he plucked it out with a silent curse as he pried the rusted hinges open. Inside, resting on the plain earth, was what he was looking for. It was similar to a bronze torque in the classical sense, but rather large, almost like a great wrought collar. He hefted it in his hands and grinned. The Chairman would be most pleased after this was appraised. If it was as significant as it looked he was sure they could get the old bat committed to some asylum and buy the rest in the estate auction for pennies on the dollar.

Grinning, he slid the torque into his gunnysack and made his way over the creaking floorboards to the door. As he pulled, the old warped wood resisted. Grunting, he gave it a sharp tug. The door burst open and he careened, knocking an inkwell resting on the mantle to the ground with a muffled thud as it began to leak blackness into her ratty pile of rugs. He shrugged as he stepped out into the crisp air and closed the door behind him. It was not as if the constable was going to do anything about it.

As the door slammed, the growing pool of ink quivered in the dim moonlight of the open windows. An eerily cohesive liquid, the ink began to slide across the floor, like rain running down a pane of glass, but not leaving any trace of itself on the well trodden rugs. A bloody splinter of wood rest in front of the ponderous mass as it quickly subsumed it. The amorphous mass rumbled gently, leaving in its wake the same splinter, dry as a bone. Slowly, the ink began to congeal, forming a shining mass on the carpet before pulling away from itself, stretching out with a sickening squelch again and again until there were five identical twitching pools. One by one, they squeezed under the door and into the night, odd twitching reflecting the light of the moon under their membranous skins.

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His boots trudged carefully over the uneven ground. The road out to the woods was barely maintained. Scrubby brush grew in the ruts and the grass encroached on the indistinct sides. The man felt the hairs on the back of his neck prickle up, and he felt suddenly nervous, beginning to quicken his pace. Breaking out into a cold sweat, he scratched the back of his hand wondering what was wrong as he shuffled faster. His ears heard nothing, but his body trembled, feeling the baying of imagined hounds.

He began to run, not even needing to look over his shoulder as five dark figures seeped out of the wilderness behind him, running on pitch black paws. They were ostensibly canine, but their bodies were sleek and all black, glinting in the moonlight as they ran with unnatural synchronization. The man's body was pushing itself to its limits as his mind knew only numbing fear while his feet flew at breakneck speed over the uneven ground.

The first hound leaped out, black fangs shining in the moonlight, and collided with the man's back, rending him to the earth with a sliding series of thumps. His mind could hear harsh growls and slavering panting, but all his ears registered was his own ragged gasps. With no pause, four of the dog-like things grasped his hands and legs in their strong vice like jaws. Wherever their inky blackness touched, the man's clothes dissolved with a sharp steaming hiss, but his flesh was oddly intact, unfazed even though he winced at the odd contact. He screamed and struggled, but he could not budge their impossibly strong black bodies. It was as if each writhing featureless hound was a mountain. Tensing his feet while trying to kick, he realized that he could feel something slippery between his toes in the oddly temperate inside of the silent dogs' gullets, even his boots had offered no resistance.

His hands squelched in the inside of the hound's gooey maws, trying to retract, or rake, but held fast in a viscous prison. The fifth hound boldly walked up onto his chest, heavy paws pressing downas he stared at him eye to eye. To the man's ears the world was silent save for his struggles, but his mind heard a lewd panting as he looked at the beast's opaque eyes, the exact same inky liquid black as the rest of it. His shirt and pants dissolved under the beast's contact, but still, his flesh seemed intact, and he felt no pain as he panicked.

Methodically, the dog-like thing bent forward, almost as if sniffing his terrified visage. Then it opened its ebon maw, dripping with black ooze, and slid its impossibly slick tongue up the prostrate human's neck before slipping its tongue into the side of the man's quivering lips. The taste was bitter, pungent beyond belief and the man clamped his mouth shut only to have the semi-liquid tongue seep through his teeth and wedge them apart.

His spine shivered and his mind raced in horror as he gagged, feeling some strange bitter liquid flow into him. He could feel his insides knot up as it settled inside of him, a malignant mass of throbbing pestilence. His pulse started to race as the unknowable hound's face withdrew, leaving a thin black filament between them that snapped back and was reabsorbed into the thing's body. It licked its midnight chops as it stared down at him.

By this time the dogs grabbing his limbs had wriggled further, their muzzles stretching around him like a clenching glove. The ones on his arms had pressed their jaws up to his elbows, engulfing his entire forearms. When he tried to wrench his arms free he could see the black flesh stretch from the inside out, but it might as well have been encased in set rubber for all the good it did. His squirming legs were engulfed up to his knees, and when he tried to wiggle his toes all he got was an odd sensation, like stepping in spaghetti, flowing, weightless.

The heavy paws on his chest shifted as the hound turned around, nuzzling its lukewarm head around the man's half hard member despite his indignant protests. Groaning, the man's Judas erection stiffened under the careful lapping. The tongue was unbelievably smooth, almost frictionless as it slid around his girth. Finally, the extended tongue paused, dripping a bead of darkness down on his shaft and the man convulsed as he felt something push into him, down through his rock-hard shaft, a dribble of blackness crawling into him with an intense pressure that caused his teeth to grind as his nerves were set alight.

Panting sloppily, the black beast on his chest turned around and looked again into his eyes. The mental echoes of panting returned, louder, with the feeling of wagging tails, and sleek paws racing through the night. Shaking his head, the man's eyes widened as he saw the dog-like thing lower itself slowly, still holding him in its pitch black stare, as its slick ass slid down, engulfing his member, tail wagging against his legs. The feeling was indescribable. The soft flesh offered slick resistance, grasping around him with flowing rhythms as the wagging tail of the hound bobbed in time to the man's contractions.

The rubbery maws of the hounds snaked their ways further up his limbs, slick tongues playing over his flesh as their dog-like bodies began to distort slightly, features becoming more streamlined. The man could not feel his extremities anymore as he struggled, but it was strange. He could feel the insides of the hounds, swirling nebular masses at once alien to him but oddly comforting in a quiet squelching way.

Screaming in mixed pleasure and amazement as the inky dog hilted itself on his shaft, the man watched in strange wonder as he could see the belly of the beast bulge with every one of his involuntary thrusts. The creature's panting black tongue dripped a slick goo that ran over his chest in electric streams as he bucked into its odd rubbery insides recklessly. Then, with a sudden wet shlorp, the black hound sank even further over him, taking his throbbing balls into its inky morass with a firm shove. It felt amazing as his member pulsed in a writhing cocoon of darkness and his balls were teased and jostled by the firm but pliant flesh.

His eyes were still locked on the growing bulge of the thing's dog-like belly as the mind-numbing stimulation became more intense, but somehow further removed. The hound's swelling growth pushed out, throbbing as it developed into a chiseled tip that bobbed in time with his thrusts. The man's own member felt like it was on fire and chilled by ice at the same time as the protrusion grew more massive, thick and tapered. He groaned as a large knot of flesh formed at the bottom and the whole monstrous member began to bob fitfully with his rocking.

The beasts engulfing his limbs pushed in further as he jerked spastically, maws gumming further towards his body. On the fifth dog two throbbing bulges formed under the pitch black shaft. They started small, but he howled as he felt something pour into his own balls, and they expanded into plump taut testes, nestled beneath a slick tight sheath of flesh from which the member pulsed needfully. The animals pouring over him stretched out, reaching his hips and shoulders and then began to contort, forming muscles bulging under their shiny surfaces as they took on the tone and definition of strong canine legs ending in broad powerful paws, glistening in the light of the moon as they pawed the air of their own accord. He could feel every motion as if it were his own and it was empowering. . .

It was all he could take. Gritting his teeth, the man began to squirm as he felt his member twitch with the beginnings of climax. It was disconcerting, the animal member of the hound bobbed and twitched in exact synchronicity with his feelings. He groaned as he felt himself loose his load, and white hot seed streaked from the tip of the pointed shining black cock, he could feel it spatter down upon them as he clenched harder. The balls beneath the member clenched wildly as ropes of sticky seed landed on his face and chest, but the terrible pressure of pleasure only grew. The balls swelled again as he felt every twitching churning pulse, and then a jolting torrent of slick black essence shoot out of the bobbing pole, coating him in an odd layer of temperate goo as the orgasm stretched on to inhuman proportions.

Panting, the man lay back, looking up into the grin of the strange beast as it began to pull its hindquarters up. There was some kind of gooey connection between them, a pulling sucking sensation that made him whine. As the dog-like creature strained away, he felt a string of blackness stretch between their hips, and then break with a squelch. But something wasn't right. Panicking, the man's shoulders rose shakily as he stared at his crotch. Instead if his manhood, all his eyes saw was a slick, shiny patch of black between his legs that quivered in memory of his recent pleasure. Horrified, his eyes drifted to the terrible animal cock of the beast as it padded off of him, large supple balls jostling as the jet hard member bobbed below it. That was his. . . but what did that make him? What was going on!?

He had no time to dwell on the subject as his dark legs began moving ponderously of their own volition. His new sleek black limbs pushed him up onto all fours, feeling oddly natural, powerful as his newly corded muscles flexed under the sheen of inky blackness. The darkness seeped up over him, spreading onto his torso, oozing onto his lower back in muscular swells. His mind reeled, but it heard the hounds, baying in the back of his psyche. . . and he was not running from them anymore, but running with them.

As he flexed his new paws, the remaining beast circled around his patchwork body, black perfection marred by warm and fleshy skin. Its nose bumped against the slick mound where his member had once resided and it panted its approval as the dark flesh rippled in pleasure. With an animal curiosity, it thrust its nose between his darkening ass cheeks and sniffed him wildly. It was demeaning, not human. . . but arousing, sensual. The man's head shook in a haze as he felt a long slick black tongue slide slowly into his anus, insides stretching around it. It flickered in and out of the tight hole, black ooze dripping

as the flesh darkened, becoming taut and supple, fading to midnight.

With a grand shove, the beast opened its jaws wide and let its tongue slide impossibly far into the man's pulsing depths. He felt his insides writhe, becoming more and more sensitive, uncomfortable pressure replaced by intense electric pleasure as his flesh was churned, liquifying, flowing as it molded perfectly around the dark tongue, separated not by substance, but by pure will of existence. As his lower body was unified into a writhing perfection, his ass twinged as a thick wagging black tail slowly lanced out of him, feeling perfect in the cool air, bobbing with his new-found pleasure as the tongue writhed, mixing up his swirling insides.

His rear passage pulled in on itself as the long slick tongue drew out of him with a slurp, leaving his ass a trembling wall of smooth flesh, no sign that his anus or penis were ever there. Dark inscrutable muscles pulled to the sides as his new tail began to wag, his eyes distant, mouth panting at the intensity of the experience. The new slickness that made up his posterior quivered under his tail at the memory of the sensual contact. His consciousness was catching up as he felt strong paws bear down on his back as the beast lifted itself solidly up on top of him.

His legs bent forward, raising his ass and lowering his shoulders as their bodies were pulled closer while the slick black legs tensed, tugging him tighter. The great beast licked along the nape of his neck as it positioned itself, chiseled cock resting on the slick black surface that once housed his manhood. The unbroken skin tensed and quivered at the contact, and the man groaned as the prick pressed into him, his new blackness engulfing the ebon prick, surrounding it completely as it filled him. His insides tightened and throbbed as the hound began to buck its hips, their essences mixing together, wet and tight.

As they rocked together, the blackness of the man's limbs crawled up to meet the darkness beginning to seep off of the rutting dog's body. While the goo poured over him, his body twisted, belly becoming sleek and supple, shoulders swelling broad and powerful. Where the slippery darkness from his legs met that from his arms, strange buds formed, flesh shaking as if something was pushing out of him while the forming bulges were pulled tuggingly up to his neck.

The knot pressing into his rear was amazing. There was no pain, just an amazing feeling of being stretched tighter, closer together as their wet lewd noises drifted out into the night air. As the man's tongue lolled out he coughed, hacking softly as cool goo seeped out from his lips, coalescing along his lolling tongue, squeezing it longer and broader. He licked his chops with his forming black organ and then let it dangle from his lips, flopping about in the throes of ecstasy.

Sensation of pleasure spreading, the hound's hindquarters began to merge with the man's own, sinking in to him as their inner muscles bulked up and tensed, burning with sensation as they became one solid mass. The pressure in his ass distorted, stretching below him as a bulge formed between his legs, pressing out as their hips bucked against the air. The feeling condensed as a turgid canine member joltingly shoved from his body, twitching with every inch it grew. He groaned as a pair of swollen gonads dropped below it and a loose sheath of rubbery flesh cradled the base of his engorging knot.

As his new member swelled to perfection, the growths by his head writhed and pulled, swelling and struggling as pointed muzzles snapped open on either side of his broadening neck, strings of darkness dripping down as they formed into perfect dog-like maws while their ears developed and their eyes opened, leaving fully developed canine heads. His own tongue flopped from his panting mouth as he felt them, saw through their black eyes and smelled his own imperfections through their new noses. But he was changing, becoming stronger, better, sleek and supple.

Their torsos merged as the hound on top of him sank in further, tongue flickering over his ears encouragingly with wet lewd laps. His monstrous member throbbed under him as his hips bucked into nothingness. Slowly, his body decided to turn over, leaning forward, strong front paws braced against the ground as his rear legs splayed up into the air. Breathing heavily, he could see their throbbing erection, pointed, needing to be touched, licked, sucked. He leaned forward and his spine protested with a last pop before giving way to a tenuous liquid flexibility as he pushed in, new heads panting happily as he descended, thick black tail thumping against the ground.

Their bodies were almost completely merged, and his new form was strong and powerful; almost but not yet flawless. The inky hound's chin rest on the back of his head as their their necks started merging, its panting tongue sometimes seen in the periphery of the man's tunnel vision. There was some shred of the man that was not engulfed by the pleasure of his captors that felt trepidation at these changes, knowing that this would be the end, giving into the midnight mass completely, but his two new companions pushed in and began to lap at his balls. Their teasing tongues were amazing, and sometimes they would both pause, looking up at him with almost teasing encouragement.

There was simply no way to resist. He let his black silky smooth tongue slide across the canine tip, collecting a string of dark pre as their body collectively shuddered. As his muscular trunk bent in further, his lips wrapped around the bulging cock and darkness covered his eyes as the muzzle of the hound slowly, sensuously slid over his head. Their minds melted together into a simmering mass of lust, jaws stretching in a silent howl of unity. His senses were now amazing, the darkness not a problem and the cool night air full of curious scents. Their triangular ears twitched to hear the faintest sound, but all of those vivid things seemed distant compared to the lust that drove him forward.

They stretched their new jaws over the tense ebon member, letting their gullet caress it as the hound's other mouths suckled on their churning balls and ran their tongue around the base of their knot, flickering into the inside of their sensitive sheath. Heads bobbing, the beast began to sink lower and lower, wet sloppy noises ringing in their ears as the slick black rod slid against his smooth pitch mouth. Drops of dark pre leaked from the engulfed tip, sliding into him where it re-merged with his fluid body.

With a mental snarl of determination, they forced their head down upon the shaft as it began to pulse and jerk. Jaws opened impossibly wide, the tip of the member was lodged down their throat, while their fangs closed just under their engorged knot. To the sides their other heads began lapping wildly at the swollen testes as they began to pulse and squeeze, sending shocking waves of slick black male essence into them. Their throat gulped at the volumes of liquid before pulling back with a gush of slickness to let their member spatter all three of their panting muzzles in ebon pleasure. Their testicles shoved and squeezed until every last amazing drop had been jolted out of their body, leaving them lying on their back panting in the moonlight.

The beasts' tongues flickered over their muzzles, cleaning each other in an almost ritualistic way, and they polished their retreating penis, tasting the remnants of their absolute bliss. The transgressor would need to be delivered to the mistress by sunrise, and then they would have to again return to their slumber, incomplete without their new addition; however, that would not be for hours. Heads licking their chops in a agreement, they wriggled their center head, through the bronze collar, flesh bending with a shlorp as it settled on their strong neck. Then, panting silently, they padded into the night, tail wagging behind them, to make the most of the time they had.