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In the library at Lori Pathen University of Magic, hidden deep in the restricted section lay a very unique and unprecedented volume. It was not a book of powerful spells that would endanger the world or caster if unleashed. In fact, it was not a spell book at all. It was not penned by a great mage of times past, in fact the author was a graduate student, and it was his thesis. Lord Chaotic was so impressed and disturbed he granted graduation with honors provided that the author agreed to never make his theory public.

Darkmoon smiled as he thought back to those days. Lord Chaotic had looked so upset he had not even mounted a real challenge to the thesis. The fact was that the theory disturbed the griffonoid beyond words. It had uncomfortable implications for him personally, had he done certain things just a little differently....

The theory revolved around a method for tapping divine energy, effectively making one's self a god though the creation of a new species. It was high risk, but the possible rewards were infinite, and likely eternal. Amazing the things chaos magic could do if fully unleashed.

Grion's request for the new mountain goat based satyr species, had presented Darkmoon with a challenge, and an opportunity. After much long and hard thought Darkmoon had concluded that it would be necessary to employ divine energy and engage in the experiment he had pondered since writing his thesis. It was the only way that Grion could be given the kind of binding control over Karl that was desired without risk of the whole scheme coming undone in a fatal way at a later date. Given the kind of power Karl would have under his command after his transformation, it was simply too great a risk not to lock things down permanently..

The fact that Grion would have involvement in the experiment was a minor risk that couldn't be helped, this whole project was his idea after all. Besides, when you make a ground breaking request of a chaos mage, you should expect ground to be broken. Darkmoon reasoned that his own tail was far more at risk than any unintentional side effects that might cause issues for his friend. If this worked he could fix any resulting problems......most likely.

Darkmoon forced the thoughts from his mind. Doubt could be fatal, especially at a critical time like this. He tossed his horned head to clear his hair from his eyes, then focused his mind. He employed a special chaos meditation technique that literally scrambled his thoughts. The doubts were broken up, literally erased from his consciousness.

Darkmoon hummed as his hooves trod the well-worn path to the old dungeon. A smile crossed his face and his usual swagger appeared with a vengeance. This would go well. Hell, this would be the start of something awesome!

-*-

Karl was locked in his own little world of darkness and insatiable lust. His body writhed as he swung and thrust in his chains. The only sounds were the rustle and clank of the chains and the animal grunts, cries, growls, and moans coming from Karl's own mouth.

During his few somewhat rational moments his human brain begged and pleaded with his body to stop. That part of him that was rational was over-ruled by the pure animal lust that drove him to climax after climax. Each time it seemed as if the human was eroded a little more. All the while the beast grew stronger.

Karl's mind filled with strange visions of sex with fantastic creatures of all sorts, each more exotic then the last. Even as the human inside him screamed "No!" the visions grew more and more vivid, erotic, and seemingly real. Creatures with horns, hooves, fur. Some were female with ample breasts, horns, and the lower bodies of beasts. Others were males with strong bodies, impressive ram's horns, and bestial cocks to match.

Karl felt the brush of non-existent hands seeming to stroke phantom fur. It was as if his body was being worshiped by spectral lovers intent on driving him wild, making of him some sort of sex crazed beast. His tormentors and lovers faded in and out of reality before his eyes, all the while Karl continued to thrust into them.

Karl's balls never stopped churning, in fact they seemed to grow larger and heavier. The cum they spewed forth was replaced more quickly then it was spent. Karl constantly ached for release, even as his cum jetted forth from his cock.

Karl's scent changed and became rank. He stank with cum and sweat. His own scent at first revolted him, but then he started to enjoy it. His lungs inhaled huge gasps of tainted air to fuel his strength and lust. Karl tried to scream his lust, but instead a ragged bleat emerged from his mouth. Despite everything, Karl's energy was beginning to flag.

Just then a sudden fullness appeared in Karl's belly. It felt as if some kind of food had been directly inserted into him, making him full. Within minutes his energy and horniness increased to new heights.

Karl's cock felt like it was trapped in a tight cunt. His cum no longer dribbled down his body, it now blasted through the opening in the bronze sheath that incased his throbbing member. The orgasms seemed to flow one after another, each taking Karl higher than the last.

A faint glimmer of light and clacking of hooves got Karl's attention. The cell door opened revealing yet another beast, though this one carried a torch and seemed more solid than spectral.

The beast's face appeared human with fine features, save the nose which was on the broad side and bore short fur and a black tip. The beast's long goat-like ears swiveled and twitched to pick up all of the sounds in the area. It was covered head to cloven hoof in long, wild fur. Massive curled rams horns graced his head. The massive 2 foot erection the creature was sporting definitely proclaimed it to be male. It had to duck slightly to clear it's horns through the nine foot cell door, which it locked behind it. The keys were a little difficult for the creature to handle with it's large hands and hooved fingers. The creature strode through the pool of fluids on the floor to the table and started lighting torches, which he placed in holders on the walls around the room.

All the while Karl was still locked in his cycle of orgasms. A ragged "Maaaahaahh!" escaped his lips as he came once more. The visitor answered him in kind, then a voice appeared in his head.

"Dude, I am so high and horny right now. We are going to have a blast." Darkmoon let out a bleat as a lewd grin appeared on his now goatish human face. Karl let out a series of moans and bleats in response."Calm down, don't try to talk. I'm telepathic. Just think what you want to say. I'd suggest you do it between blasts of cum though."

"What have you", Karl's question was interrupted by another bleating orgasm, "done to me?"

Darkmoon turned towards Karl and started lightly stroking his massive erection as he answered. "You're a work in progress, ultimately you will be the same species I currently am. The difference is that for you it will be a one way trip, and you will be the first of your kind. Part of your function will be to make a lot more creatures just like you. Other than that, I know Lord Grion has some special assignments for you. This form was his idea to compliment the skills and knowledge you already have." Karl and Darkmoon both bleated and exchanged blasts of cum.

"Gods this is fun, I may stay in this form for a while."Darkmoon slowly approached the chained Karl and stroked his now furry ass. "I see your tail has started to develop, your body is taking to your new species faster than expected. You sure you aren't part goat? On your faaaather's side perhaps?"

Karl let forth a snarling bleat that mentally translated to,"Bastard!"

Darkmoon responded with a bleating laugh, "That's son of a bitch, please do me the honor of respecting my heritage. Of course at the moment we are just a couple of young bucks. I can't wait to ram my cock under your tail."

Before Karl could respond Darkmoon removed the strap holding the cock mold in place and ripped it off Karl's distended cock. Karl blacked out from the unexpected pain and growth as his now huge bestial cock separated from the metal. It actually surged two more inches in length and almost another inch in girth. Darkmoon then removed the strap from Karl's cock and balls. The constant churning and cuming finally stopped.

"Call Lord Grion", Darkmoon said in his normal voice.

"Calling", the imp in Darkmoon's telestone responded.

"Dude! Baaaha!"

"Hello Darkmoon, how's the experiment going? You sound strange."

"You try speaking with the voice box of a goat sometime. Baaahhh! Other than that, this form rocks, I may mentor our new recruit into life as a beast."

Grion laughed, "Don't lose yourself in your work too much or Heya and Misty will get pissed at both of us."

"Hell dude, I think I want to ambush Heya and ram this cock up his ass. He'd love it." Both beasts exchanged a laugh.

"Yeah, he probably would. I hear he likes to play with satyrs sometimes. When will you be needing me?" Grion's voice was full of anticipation.

"I'm going to let our friend rest a while so he will be ready for the final push. How about three marks past sunset? I'll make sure our friend has nothing but lusty, goat dreams till then. Make sure you come disguised with all the appropriate protection spells. We don't need any chaos problems. Maaaha! Excuse me." Darkmoon stomped a hoof in mild annoyance.

"Ok, I'll be there. You just take care and make sure you don't get too into things." Grion was doing his best mock scolding. Real scolding was even less effective on his friend.

"Yes mother", was Darkmoon's response. "Don't be late, I want to do some serious partying tonight. End call."

-*-

Adonu was not a happy griffonoid, Three days spent in a dusty and too small closed carriage bouncing over miles of rutted roads had his body aching and his disposition snarling. Now he found himself at an inn half a day's ride from the gnomish capital forced to stop for the night.

The inn was dark, dank, and smelled like ripe gnome mixed with bad stale beer. Adonu had smelled such things many times in his travels, and it had never particularly bothered him. Now, thanks to his heightened sense of smell, he was on the verge of spewing his guts all over this fine establishment.

Strange, inquisitive looks came from all quarters as the diminutive patrons and staff ogled the bestial, alien newcomer. This had been happening every night of the journey, but for some reason tonight it was pushing him over the edge.

Adonu sat at the table in the center of the bar where his escorts had placed him, glaring and snarling at anyone who got too close. Then"dinner" arrived... Overcooked meat with way too many vegetables in a sauce that looked suitable for feeding to a peasant's hogs. Adonu stood up, stretched his wings, and roared as the table and chair went flying.

Patrons and staff scattered and fled from the bar. Adonu's hapless escorts drew their weapons, but were obviously shaken by the outburst.

Adonu got in the face of the gnome with the pole arm, his tail thrashing. "If you so much as prick me with that tooth-pick your kingdom is at war!"

The gnome dropped his weapon and peed himself.

"As for you!" Adonu whirled snarling on the very gnome who met him at the border. Somehow he had gotten himself assigned to escort Adonu and devoted himself to making sure the journey was as uncomfortable as possible. "Touch me with that blade! Go ahead. Give me an excuse to separate your petty little head from your filthy little body. I would love your blood on my claws!"

"I warn you! I will defend myself and the kingdom." The guards blade was stable but his voice and scent betrayed his fear.

Adonu took a deep breath and calmed his nerves. "I'm not going to attack you despite your bad manners. Put that sword away before you really do start a war."

The guard thought about it. Eventually he sheathed the sword. Everyone left in the bar breathed a lot easier.

Adonu returned the table and chair to their upright position but remained standing. "What is you name solider? We have been traveling together for 3 days, you have been around me constantly, but never given me your name."

"My name is Sargent Jonas of the far watches." The Sargent's voice was steady but much softer than usual.

"Well it's good to know that at last." Adonu pulled the chair out and sat on it backwards to give his wings room to flex. "You have been locked in a contest of wills with me since we first met at the border. In the process you have brought your kingdom to the brink of war before I even meet your king. How do you think His Majesty is going to feel about that when I tear into him about my treatment at your hands?"

Silence was the only reply, so Adonu continued to speak."What you have done is far beyond the purview of host nation protocol, so it is officially out the window as of now. I am going to walk out that door and kill the first live edible creature that I see for dinner. You can make whatever settlement with the owner you like. I plan to do some flying in the general area to loosen the knots in my wings, doubtless you will convey to your brave defense forces that they better hold fire. As for my accommodations I will be sleeping in the stables tonight. I find the smells there far less offensive to my sensitive nose and pallet than what I smell in here. Any objections?" A very slight snarl crept into Adonu's voice. Sargent Jonas merely nodded his acceptance.

"I plan to finish this journey on the wing at first light. Please advise your superiors of my intentions. It would be bad if your king's castle opened fire on an accredited ambassador. If you do your job and there are no further problems I will forget to mention the issues with my trip thus far when I meet your king."

"I understand." The Sargent looked positively chastened and downcast. "There will be no more problems with your journey.

"Thank you Sargent Jonas." Adonu strolled out of the Inn with a smile on his leonine face for the first time in three days. He leapt skyward and flew off in search of dinner.

-*-

Karl found himself in a strange netherworld of dark rock lit by balefire. It was obviously a dream, but one from which the sleeper could not awaken. His vision swam as the world slowly solidified before his eyes.

He was in a chamber surrounded by dancing goat creatures. They circled him dancing to music played on drum and flute. Their movements were powerful and graceful. Though Karl wanted desperately to leave the circle and awaken from the dream, his body was frozen. He could do nothing but stand naked watching the spectacle unfolding around him.

Suddenly a blue flash and a clap of thunder stopped the dancers in their tracks. The Creator had arrived. He stood resplendent in his thick black fur. A chevron of silver fur crossed his chest. The Creator stood a head taller than the other goat men and sported a massive two foot red erection. His scent was so powerful Karl wanted to swoon. He was their god. Where this knowledge came from Karl didn't know, but he was quite certain it was true, and the god was drawing closer and closer.

-*-

Darkmoon stood before the dazed Karl. They were both high on chaos mushrooms and Darkmoon was using Karl's altered state and a bit of telepathy to weave an illusion in Karl's mind. This was all to prepare him for his final transformation.

Grion was there as well ready to play his part in the ritual. He wore the same strap encircling his cock and balls that Karl had worn. It was making his balls churn and keeping his griffon cock rock hard. In addition he was encased in a black aura of magic meant to protect him from any possible energetic backlash. Grion was straining mightily to stifle the loud lewd moans that wanted to hurtle from his mouth and possibly disrupt the ritual.

-*-

The beautiful bestial god stood before Karl. "I am the Creator, and you are my son."

"Yes father", Karl responded with a bleat.

The god presented his 2 foot red shaft to his son, "Drink my essence and assume your true form."

"Yes father", bleated Karl as he began sucking on the god's cock. Karl's mind screamed at him, but he was a sleepwalker. His body licked and sucked the divine tool. Even as he fought to stop another voice told him this was his destiny. He was not human, and never had been. Soon he would see the truth. He would be the beast he truly was. Karl's resistance crumbled. Karl's own cock sprang to life and became rock hard. His body and soul wanted this. He reached out and stroked the massive cock with both hands to pleasure the god that would soon change him forever.

The god moaned and pawed the stone floor with his hoof as the first eruption of cum blasted down his goatish shaft into the sucking mouth of Karl. Karl gulped down every drop. It tasted like honey and put him into a grinning golden haze.

Immediately Karl's body began to warp and change. His legs reformed as his toes changed to cloven hooves. Karl managed to remain standing only by grabbing the bestial god whose cock he was still sucking.

Dense fur erupted from his skin quickly coating his legs and racing upward covering everything but his face. A sheath formed attaching Karl's cock to his belly. It was pulled upward until it lodged under Darkmoon's churning balls.

A pair of massive rams horns quickly grew from Karl's head curling around and encircling Karl's long, pointed, and furry ears. His nose flattened and broadened enabling Karl to suck in huge amounts of air.

At the same time Karl's memories were changed. He remembered everything now. He was sent to be raised as a human in order to spy on them. His memories had been distorted, now they were complete as the Creator restored his original purpose to him.

Karl let the drooling shaft drop from his mouth. He was changed, yet not complete. His growth had been stunted by living as a human. He needed his "Mother".

Darkmoon was stunned. The backwash hit him like a punch to the groin. Such a normal and innocent word that Karl bleated, yet in this environment it was packed with power that caused immediate effects. Darkmoon had already established the paternal relationship with Karl with his chaos powers. Now Darkmoon's own budding divinity and chaos powers would have their way with him.

Darkmoon swooned as his chest erupted growing ample breasts, his nipples growing to an inch in length. He felt his body softening as it gained feminine curves. His hips widened as a new opening appeared behind his ample ball sack. It was a virgin cunt, and was already dripping due to his arousal.

Darkmoon let out a very feminine giggle as his already long hair grew down below his ass, tickling him. This was so wrong yet it felt so right. He was now a true hermaphrodite, both male and female. Darkmoon smiled at the child who had changed him to serve his own needs.

"You may nurse Karl, but you must let The Master fuck you. You remember that you will obey everything he tells you to do as if the command came from me?"

"Of course mother", bleated the happy Karl. He bent over exposing his rear to the black, winged creature with the raging erection that had suddenly appeared behind him.

Grion snarled as he slammed his raging cock into Karl's ass. Darkmoon may have made the spy his "child", but this one still had much to atone for, not including the strange changes made to his best friend.. He speared the spy's virgin ass mercilessly ramming and slamming him repeatedly causing Karl to bleat wildly.

Karl's internal muscles unexpectedly clenched trapping Grion's cock, then the milking began. Grion was reduced to a constantly erupting fountain of cum inside Karl. It felt like he was being sucked and milked. The strap on his cock and balls made sure he would not exhaust his cum supply anytime soon. Grion soon reached the point where he couldn't even think anymore. He lay across Karl's furry back while the beast did his best to milk him dry.

Darkmoon sat down on the cold stone floor before Karl and presented a nipple to him. Karl immediately began sucking the offered teat and the changes resumed.

Karl's muscles inflated like balloons as he grew taller. He didn't stop growing till he hit seven feet tall. The raw power! It felt wonderful! Then the changes that would allow The Master to command him began.

Grion and Karl developed a mental link. Grion could see though Karl's eyes and began feeling all of his sensations. While Grion had the ability to cut the link, he was too overwhelmed with amazing sensations to try. Drool leaked from Grion's mouth as he enjoyed the ride.

Grion's carefully prepared shield became overwhelmed by all the energy and chaos flowing back and forth. Rather than crash it, the divine energy from Darkmoon caused it to fuse with him and Grion grew a foot in height. The strap on his cock and balls dissolved away, merging with him and giving him control. He was now The Master in all ways, part of the pantheon Darkmoon was creating. While he was not a full god, Grion would be noticing added punch to his spells, and possibly setting off his dad's sensors.

Finally Darkmoon decided it was time to end the ritual. He gave Karl the simple command, "Sleep!". Karl collapsed like a sack of potatoes, causing Grion to fall off his back onto the floor and out of his ass.