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Jay sprawled on the ground, arms still above his head, enjoying the bliss that had come from being used by Dion as a living, ejaculating dildo. The blobs of cum had quickly dried into crusty patches over his body in the warm environment, but Jay didn't want to move: the warm stones massaged his muscles, almost to his very bones, and his body felt like being lazy.

His mind roamed over various thoughts, none for very long: the transformation that he'd seen happening to Mark, the physical and attitudinal changes in Dion, and the new strangeness he'd started sensing in his own body. Then, of course, was the ever-present irritation of his ex-boyfriend plaguing his mind.

A little smaller than I'd want.

He hated that those six words were swirling through his brain so constantly; even though things had taken a sharp turn off of normal, Eric still got into his head. It ruined his buzz, it felt so nice lying here, the warm, smoky air soaking into his body, his sore muscles infused with the heat of the stones he lay on. Even the sweat and some of the still-fluid semen dripping off of his limp, outstretched body felt pleasant as it slowly drained off of him.

Jay thought he might have fallen asleep for a little while, because with a snort he jerked awake. Stretching, he pulled his arms down.

He knew his hands had grown longer - he'd sensed the weird aching and stretching in them - but seeing them at the ends of his thick, hairy arms was still surprising. Not only because they were clearly inhuman, but the thick dark hair which had grown over both seemed to be improbably thick for a human being.

The hair hadn't stopped there; he was able to see that it spread over his arms, then patchily over the flesh joining them to his torso, where it once thickened into what he could quite honestly call a pelt that poured down his huge torso in shiny, black waves, only leaving the insides of his legs and his cock somewhat clear.

At least until his feet: the long, extended feet that seemed nearly twice as long as they had been yesterday when he'd come home that night. The hair's density trailed off until about his toes, which easily poked about two feet off of the ground. "Fuck," Jay thought, "how am I going to walk on those?"

Rolling over, Jay reluctantly braced his elongated hands on the ground. It took some time to get adjusted to getting the weight onto the right points before he could shift on to his knees, then on to the tips of his toes. His feet slipped a couple of times, before getting his feet firmly planted on the ground.

His legs and arms had changed too: when he'd whinnied while having sex with Dion, he'd wondered. Now he had confirmation that his fears were correct. Although his hands and feet had gotten longer, there had been changes to his legs and arms too. He could still walk around normally, but only barely, and his limbs definitely had the look of four-legged animal limbs about them.

Jay, slowly getting up to balance against the wall, shifted his hands over his head to feel the changes there. His probing fingers felt the elongated bones and changed muscles in his face, tracing over the hairy jawline that sloped down into the first hints of a muzzle. The reached up, following the flat, half-hand-length ears poking up from either side of his face, somewhat higher than he expected.

Following his face down, he noticed the slightly further apart set his eyes had now, and the widened nose which had seemed to have pushed them apart. It sloped down his head, ending in large nostrils above thickened lips.

"A horse," Jay thought, "I'm turning into a fucking horse!"

The pleasant after-effects of sex had abated completely now: the warm air had become oppressive again, the haphazard stone pattern menacing. Jay breathed heavily, trying not to panic.

A little smaller than I'd want.

Jay knew he had to get out of here. Mark was, he felt, too far gone for him to help without some kind of backup: even if he'd returned to normal, Jay had no way of getting him out of the binds he'd been put into. Dion was definitely not someone he could rely on for help. The others - he guessed they were here somewhere as well - might be helpful, but he'd have to find them first.

Jay grimaced; reaching down, he squeezed the tip of his cock. Some semen had dried on it, making it uncomfortable. It felt larger too: the head not so pointed, and the shaft felt thicker and seemed to hang lower. His testicles tugged down, hanging heavily between his legs, their rounded weight slapping against his legs as he trudged along the passageway.

He peered back in through the opening into the chamber he'd found Mark; he quickly turned aside. Mark - or whatever Mark was becoming or had become - was in there, still chained up. Dion was in there too, pounding into Mark like a sex-crazed animal. Mark had transformed a great deal: the upper half of his body was more like that of a large demonic dog, with only the human parts being near his behind. But these remnants were slowly disappearing: a slender, pointed tail appeared when Dion reached down, quickly yanking it out of the way before he went back to pounding Mark's ass being the most obvious.

Mark's muzzle was opening, steam pouring out. His forepaws scratched and clawed at the ground, trying to gain some traction. His eyes glowed yellow; no irises or pupils - at least none that Mark could see - breaking the unpleasant light that flickered out.

Jay edged further around, hoping Dion and Mark were distracting each other enough for him to avoid both of them noticing him. He rebuked himself; if he'd not allowed Dion to have sex with him, he wouldn't have been so far changed.

The next chamber alongside was on the inside wall; Jay peered in. A figure paced in the round chamber. He - the figure was naked, and a penis was occasionally visible flapping around as he paced - kept looking over itself, hands alternatively exploring his face and pressing down against the smooth torso. It looked humanoid enough, aside from oddly large rounded ears sticking prominently out of the sides of its head.

Jay hid behind the wall; it definitely wasn't Dion - he was probably still getting it off in Mark's warm hole - and it didn't seem like Archon. But of that last fact he wasn't sure, and he certainly didn't want to encounter him without some plan. After a few moments of worried indecision, Jay slipped into the chamber.

The guy looked good, if somewhat awkward. Jay hadn't gotten a good look at any of the guys, and given people could be transformed into demonic animals skin colour change wasn't entirely out of the realm of possibility. He might have recognised the face as someone he'd known if they'd be passing in the streets, but otherwise nothing would happen.

"Hey," Jay called out in a heavy whisper. "Who are you?"

The guy turned, startled and retracting back into the wall. "Who- who's there?" he said, his voice low and nervous.

"I'm Jay, Dion's room-mate," Jay explained. "You were one of the guys at his orgy?"

"Paul," the nervous guy said, his ears raising and dropping as his jaw repeatedly clenched and unclenched. "Yeah, I... I was. What happened? Where are we? Where's Dion? Where's Archon?"

Jay turned, facing the chamber's exit. "We have to get out of here," he explained, "and we definitely need to stay away from those two."

Paul inquired, "But - why?"

"They brought us here," Jay explained. "Well, Archon did, but Dion's been helping him. Have you seen them since you've been here?"

"Archon," Paul replied. "He - oh fuck me! I sucked his dick, and he brought us here?!"

Jay nodded, and asked, "Yeah, I think he's magical or something, as stupid as that sounds. I don't even know if we can get out of here, but we have to try."

Paul replied, "Okay. Have you seen any of the others?"

A little smaller than I'd want.

Jay, thinking about what was being done to Mark, replied, "Yeah, Mark. They're turning him into some kind of demonic dog. And Dion. That's why we need to get out of here; he did some of this to me."

Paul nodded, and the two started to head out of the chamber. Paul whispered, "Yeah; they've done something to me too." He rubbed the tight muscles running down his chest. His stomach seemed to respond, gargling loudly with hunger.

The two paused for a moment, hiding behind the edges of the archway before stepping out. Jay felt much more comfortable on his large, weird feet, but he couldn't walk too fast. Paul's stomach growled again, loud enough to make Jay turn, just before he lead Paul out into the hallway.

They headed off in the opposite direction from where Jay had come; he didn't want to risk encountering Dion or Mark again. Every few steps, Paul's stomach would growl; it caused them both to look at each other, Paul apologetic and embarrassed, Jay worried.

The next chamber was empty, but it had been decorated and furnished and much larger than the other ones. A large pile of black silk-lined cushions piled up into a makeshift bed was opposite the entryway, with large sheets flung over, staying out of range of the familiarly burning fire in the centre. They weren't the only decorations: the rest, however, were chains and racks, stands of whips and other bondage wear, and shelves carved into the walls filled with things that looked like dildos and other sex toys if not for the fact that they all looked too large or painful or bizarre to actually use.

Jay wondered whose room this was: it definitely gave him a very Dion feeling - expensive luxury and a heavy amount of "play-time" implements - but it could very well have been Archon's or possibly someone new entirely. Though he hoped not; even if the other guys were as eager to escape as him, whoever else lived in this place might not be.

"Come on," Jay said, "Nobody's here."

Turning around, he saw Paul curled up on the ground, holding his stomach. A painful growl emanated from the man's stomach, and he let out a pained whine.

"Shit, what's wrong?" Jay said, tottering over.

"Argh!" Paul screamed, "My stomach's trying to eat itself." Then he collapsed onto the ground, curling up into the fetal position.

Jay quickly looked about; as far as he could see, there wasn't anything edible in the room. Not that the temperature would have been good for any food left out, and there wasn't any liquid around the place either. His nostrils flared, this wasn't going well.

A sound off to the side made Jay twist around; hooves and claws clattered on the stone floor. Dion appeared by the door, his horns more than the stubs they had been. The legs that strode into the room were inhuman, cloven hooves coming out of misshapen toes on the tips as his feet bobbed up and down, as if they were indecisive about whether or not they were to be human feet or the lower hind legs of some kind of sheep or a goat. His skin glowed in the light of the fire, as though it were feeding off of the light. Dion sported a thick, curly beard that tufted further out at his chin.

Twisted in Dion's hands was a heavy chain that arced down. The demonic dog-thing at the end, Jay noted with a pang of sadness and horror, drooled and stared at him with glowing yellow eyes. It stood hunched over on two long forelegs ending in giant paws, behind it scrawled half-human, half-canine legs. Its tail pointed straight out behind him, sloping over what remained of his human buttocks. A large, red, dripping cock poked out from the black fur hanging down from underneath. It smelled of sulphur; it started to growl.

"Looking for me?" Dion asked. "Sorry, I've been a little busy with this guy here." His right hand dropped to the large head of the demonic dog, giving it a playful scratch.

Paul moaned in pain, gaining Dion's attention; Mark too, turned, focusing his vacant stare at the prone, writhing man. "Oh, I see you've made a friend of your own," Dion commented, walking over unsteadily on the hoofed ends of his feet.

A little smaller than I'd want.

Jay snorted, "Leave him alone!"

Dion turned to Jay and replied, "If I did, he'd start to lose it. This poor guy's was worried about his weight; I met him when he signed up to my gym. Really liked to eat, but hated being so fat. Now, well, he won't have to watch what he eats. Archon wouldn't want him to anyway."

"Same as this guy here," Dion continued ruffling the dog's black head fur. "Tired of being thought of as weak, but he's not even at full strength yet and he's already very strong. But also very obedient and loyal now too."

Dion added, "As for him, well our master has another use in mind for him: clean up, mostly, from humans who ask something from him and don't want to pay when the time comes. He'll need 'feeding', one way or the other." Dion tugged on the dog's chain; it followed him, growling and sniffing as the pair approached Paul.

"No!" Jay shouted, "Leave him alone!"

Dion answered, manoeuvring the dog so that its still-erect cock dangled above Paul's head. "Well, either we feed him with one of our corpses, or we stave off his hunger with a smaller bit of 'meat'." Paul, feeling the leaky drips from Mark's canine cock plopping onto his face, slowly uncurled. Wincing in pain, he twisted up; trying to plant his mouth around the dangling cock.

Jay, disgusted, took the opportunity to sneak up behind Dion and quickly shoved his arms underneath the half-goat-legged man's armpits. Pulling him back quickly, Jay screamed, stumbling over his feet as he accelerated and toppled backwards, stumbling over his feet. He grunted as he finally lost his footing, what remains of his lung's capacity being squashed out when Dion fell on top of him. Mark yelped in surprise as he was jerked alongside the falling half-satyr, pulled by the taut, heavy chain.

Slipping out of Jay's grasp, Dion pinned him to the ground; his eyes glowed an ominous yellow. Even though he had a mischievous smile, there was an underlying hint of malice that wormed into Jay's brain. "Oh, Jay Jay," he crooned, his eyebrows pointed up devilishly, "you can't keep us all to yourself! But if you want him, you can keep him. For now." Disentangling himself from Jay, Dion clumsily got onto his two legs and added, "Of course, this is my room and so I think you should be the one to take him out of here. If you can, that is."

Jay's nostrils widened; Dion's scent had just been rubbed off onto him, and he shivered slightly as arousing thoughts invaded his brain. By the time he struggled to his feet, his thick tool had swelled, starting to raise into the air. Mark eyed him warily, seemingly ready to pounce; Dion did the same with amusement, idly fondling himself as his own shaft swelled.

Paul, wide-eyed, looked up; his eyes fixated on the bobbing dick of the approaching Jay. He reached out, before Jay could do anything, and guided the flattened head into his open mouth.

Jay stumbled, holding himself up by his hands as his dick slid further down Paul's throat. Jay couldn't believe that Paul could fit it into his mouth; he was amazed at how big it had been, almost as thick and long as a baseball bat.

A little smaller than I'd want.

He thrust forward; Jay felt a blast of warm air burst over his cock as Paul gagged for air. Bending his neck down, Jay watched as Paul's ears were quickly covered with mottled tufts of hair; his face stretched forward, the edges of his teeth running along the sides of Jay's cock, causing it to twitch. Paul's nose stretched as the nostrils thickened and darkened as he hungrily sucked until Jay's cock started to leak precum.

Jay felt something changing in him too; the hair along the back of his neck spiking up, sending ticklish prickles running down his back. His fingers swayed as he shifted more and more weight onto the swelling middle digit, with its growing, black nail. He gasped for air as his cock slipped out of Paul's short muzzle, his nostrils widening into two large, dark circles.

He felt a heavy weight land on the back of his legs; Jay felt Mark's hairy chest land roughly on his own freshly-prickling back. A pointed, wet shaft started jabbing near his rear end.

A little smaller than I'd want.

Mark snuffled and growled, his claws digging into Jay's flanks as his cock found its target; Jay whinnied as his ass stretched to accommodate Mark's red, throbbing dick.

Paul's eyes grew dark, eagerly shifting the flared head of Jay's once-more-transforming penis back into his mouth as his stained teeth dug slightly into the turgid flesh. The fur spread over his face, flowing down from around his ears and over his muzzle to cover his entire head in a seemingly dark-spotted, mangy tan fur. Jay watched this, the concern slowly draining as his worries were fucked out of his concentration as his body bucked and weaved under the rapid thrusting of the eager demonic dog-man fucking him in the ass.

A little smaller than I'd want.

"Nice it at least shuts that out," Jay thought, before even that dissolved as his heavy balls slapped into Mark's chin. Jay's face was starting to change; his vision stretching to point out more to the sides, fraction by fraction, and his own muzzle was expanding down. His whinnying became more natural.

Paul shifted; Jay had started to grow again, and he had to shift to keep feasting. Jay was surprised himself by how much precum he could make, and wondered idly if this was natural for horses or whether it was the magic that was causing it. A short tuft of a tail above Paul's butt flapped up and down as the young man bobbed as he thrust himself further down Jay's fully engorged penis.

A little smaller than I'd want.

Suddenly Jay couldn't think of anything else. His cock thrummed in his mind. It wasn't big enough; he barely felt the rush of jizz up his own ass, or heard Mark howling as his fast jabbing caused him to ejaculate.

A little smaller than I'd want.

He whinnied. If he was fully a horse, then nobody could have a bigger cock than him. His balls, aching for release, jostled about. Paul had nearly drained him of precum, but that was just a taste of what the raggedy hyena-like man beneath him wanted.

A little smaller than I'd want.

Jay whinnied again, semen gushing out like a torrent. His cock felt cool as Mark was forced off of it. Suddenly multiple tongues were running along his extended, pumping shaft, licking it clean of the sticky, white fluid that squirted and pumped out.

A little smaller than I'd want.

Strange bristles slapped against his ass; Jay had a fleeting sensation of them being part of his tail before a madness seized control of him. He whinnied once more, rearing up awkwardly and dashed out of the room, blindly running down the corridor, his cock pumping and squirting until eventually it had retracted as far into his new half-grown sheath as it could.

• a story by toucanplay -