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SATURDAY, EVENING

Jay wasn't sure how long he slept; the only thing that he did know what that he felt completely revitalised. He slid his forelegs forward, his equine muscles stretching and twitching as he prepared his freshly-completed stallion body for movement.

"I think I'll go exploring," he decided.

Jay didn't leave right away; he felt pleasant enough here for the moment, and wanted some time to catch his thoughts. He flicked his tail idly, stomping one of his four legs occasionally just to test whether it was still real.

It was as though he had been reborn, not just in body, which had clearly been the case. "Twice," Jay noted. But with the completion of his physical transformation had come a peace of mind: he still remembered having been a human, being worried about work and about himself; he remembered that he'd been even more stressed when all the strangeness had started, and he'd begun his slow transformation into a demon's stallion, and all the panic and worry that he'd had then. But the feelings were muted now, as though they happened a long time in the past, and he'd been able to get over them. The exact details, too, were blurry and faded like old memories, and he much preferred to linger on the pleasant ones, particularly those of the final orgy when he'd completed his transformation. Daydreaming idly, Jay's cock slid out, bobbing underneath his chest.

Even the sense of being owned - a demonic slave - didn't worry him too much. He'd get to live forever, in a perfectly healthy, well-formed - even if inhuman - body, and it didn't seem all that much different from work. In fact, the idea of having his master's weight on his back was incredibly arousing for Jay, and he whinnied as his muscles twitched, the full length of his equine shaft plunging out, bobbing and slapping against his torso. The new body that currently ached for sex. Jay whinnied loudly; he couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so erotically charged.

He replayed the encounters he'd had; after a while, Jay noticed every instance had pretty much had involved him being coerced into it, or just taking advantage of an opportunity. He snorted: he'd been sexually reactive for a while, given the frequency of his sexual encounters over the last day or so. A strange giddy eagerness took hold of him: Jay wanted to be the pursuer for once, go out and have some sex because he felt like it.

He decided to hunt down one of his fellow demonic creatures. Jay knew that they'd understand.

But first, he had another hunger to sate. He was curious to see what the other two men were being transformed into. He was curious to see whether Paul had become less human, or whether he was going to always be somewhere between human and hyena. But mostly, he was curious about himself: he'd never seen his face during the transformation, but he definitely wanted to now. Not that he doubted his master's ability to make him an attractive stallion, but he certainly wanted to see it for himself.

"A mirror," Jay thought, "I need a mirror."

Jay's thoughts of the snake-demon further inflamed his arousal, and he cantered out of the stables with the tip of his cock leaking a thick line of clear, quicky-evaporating fluid, onto the warm ground-stones. Glancing to the side, where the smoke opened up into the realms beyond - Jay was surprised he knew this, until he reasoned that it was probably a demonic horse's instinct to know - made him yearn once again to pass through. However, this time his ideas were not of escape, but of performing his duty well. The idea made him whinny, and his erection pulsed; Jay decided he was going to need to fuck soon or he wouldn't even be able to think straight.

Jay broke out into a gallop, hurtling himself down one side of the circular corridor. Flashes of ecstasy ran through his head; his transformed body thrived in the hot smoky environment, as though it was a fresh-aired field for a normal horse. His strong muscles propelled him around at a rapid speed, relying on instinct or chance to guide him towards someone else eager to revel in being alive in this wonderful place.

"Yah, yah" Jay spurred himself on, his mind laughing with glee. His body felt so strong and powerful, so large and fast, that when his eyes noted a white blob out of the corner of his consciousness, he was reluctant to rein himself in to investigate it. However, he did slow his pace, gently leaning his long neck to the side before he turned to face the opposite direction, poking his face into the many empty chambers off of the main corridor.

Jay did manage to find what he'd seen; he had the vague sensation of having seen it before. It - "Well, he," Jay noted - certainly looked like a statue. The creature stood frozen in place, its giant white marble-streaked wings outstretched, its muscular arms stretched outwards, talons curled and seeming ready to rend into something. Its ruby eyes glittered out of its bat-like face - giant curved teeth, contoured nose at the end of a short muzzle - which was marred by a scar-like seam in the marble pattern that flowed over the rest of the creatures body. The otherwise smooth, perfectly-chiselled torso has small grooves running up the chest, etched to give the impression of tiny curled hairs when the shadows fell just right. A short, spike-ended tail curled out the back, while in front the creature's penis dangled down, swollen testes forming two protruding lumps in its stony skin just above the immaculately-shaped, muscular legs.

Jay trotted around it. He guessed it was some kind of gargoyle, or something similar; if it had been one of the two remaining guys, it must have learned pretty quickly to freeze. Even when Jay thrust his thick muzzle right into its torso it didn't seem to move or even breathe.

However, something Jay was able to pick up on was that the creature was, like him, a transformed man. The same sense of comfort and arousal that he'd gotten from Dion and the others was, almost imperceptibly, coming off of this creature. Getting a playful idea, he snorted right over the gargoyle's crotch, before gently licking up the mostly smooth, firm chest. Against his tongue, the gargoyle's skin even felt like marble. Advancing up over his pectorals, Jay tried his best to give the gargoyle a playful stare; of course, he wasn't sure how well that came across. He was comfortable in his new body, but he still hadn't completely mastered the conversion of human emotion to equine expression yet.

Jay waited, but the gargoyle was more patient: it remained still frozen long enough for Jay to snort in frustration and turn away before Jay froze; the gargoyle had wrapped its talons around his testicles, just enough for him to feel the ends of the sharp talons dotting a line starting from the point where the dark skin of his sack ballooned out with his testicles.

Raising his tail, Jay whinnied, as the gargoyle's tongue slid over his tightened hole. Jay's cock made a wet splattering noise as his cock eagerly slammed into his chest, fully erect and aching to be touched. The gargoyle's tongue firmly invaded his rear as Jay felt the talons wrapping carefully around the base of his shaft, the digits intertwining to form a tight circle that kneaded the demonic horse's shaft.

Jay relaxed his sphincter; the gargoyle's tongue slid further in; Jay felt the gargoyle's fangs pressing against his ring. Precum poured out of Jay; the scent drifting into his flaring nostril as his neck shook as he whinnied. The soundless gargoyle continued on, teasing more of the oily, demonic pre with its tightened grip.

The cold, smooth tongue prodded inside him, the long living stone tickling Jay's prostate. Jay heard the heavy sound of the warm air quickly being displaced as the gargoyle's wings stretched outwards; Jay felt a cold shudder pass over him.

Although Jay was enjoying himself, it didn't quite seem enough: the gargoyle couldn't reach around properly while trying to stick his tongue deep into Jay's rear, and it felt awkward. His front foot stomped in aggravation: he hadn't realised how much he'd now require at least two human-sized people to really work him over properly.

"I guess there's some disadvantages with this body," Jay grumbled, "no masturbation and no proper one-on-one fucking." Despite his frustration, his cock continued to pour warm, sticky oil out of his flared tip. Jay stomped his front hoof a couple of times in frustration.

The gargoyle seemed to be oblivious to this though. In fact, he seemed to add to Jay's frustration by slipping his tongue out and letting go of the shaft. Instead, Jay felt and heard the beating of wings; tilting his head around to see, he watched the gargoyle twist and flip in mid-air, hanging upside down for a moment as his foot-claws dug into one of the roof's stalactites. The creature's slender, muscular torso and extended wings arched underneath. Jay felt the creature's talons clamping around his waist, as he was pulled backwards.

The gargoyle was incredibly, deceptively strong: Jay's hindquarters were lifted up, and he whinnied in a moment of panic as he tried to support himself on two hooves. Jay's oily precum rolled down the gargoyle's smooth marble torso, dripping from between his pectorals before spilling over his chin. Jay's shaft felt the spiky tips of the gargoyle's teeth grazing against the thick centre of his shaft.

This wasn't the most comfortable of positions, and Jay quickly felt sore: horses, even demonic ones, weren't designed to be held up by their hind legs, especially for any length of time. Jay bucked and wriggled, trying desperately to indicate his displeasure to the gargoyle.

An odd, cool wetness touched his nose as he swung like an awkward pendulum as the gargoyle's tongue slid over his penis. It smelled like the precum, and at first Jay imagined that it had been some of his which had cooled; but the patch began to grow. The gargoyle didn't seem to change its behaviour - Jay felt its hard erection occasionally prodding around his buttocks when he was hefted upwards - and possibly didn't even notice.

Jay certainly noticed the cold, wet liquid spreading up over his head. His blood had started pooling into his head, and his eyes were throbbing, so he could see even less of what was going on than usual. The ooze slowly coated his nose, sliding over the top of his muzzle. Another spot appeared under his chin, the two blobs slowly growing towards each other. Jay whinnied out again, the sound muffled as the ooze pulled itself together, climbing up his face and dragging more of itself off the floor.

Above, he heard a frightened squeak a moment before dust and flakes of stone trickled over his elevated behind; then the sudden rush as the gargoyle - and Jay's hind legs - hurtled forwards. Jay's heart pumped wildly for a few moments, then the ooze shot a tendril up his nose, seeming to touch his brain.

His mind cleared, the pain of the gargoyle smacking hard against him, and his own legs smashing into the floor obliterated under the ooze's influence. The black ooze - at least, that's what it seemed to be like for the few seconds he could see before it covered his eyes - was around his legs too. Jay felt bones shifting around inside of him in ways that it shouldn't have been able to, but he could barely feel the ooze sliding around them as well. In fact, it was sliding up all of his limbs, slowly encasing him.

Jay still felt a little panicked, but eventually that lessened: he could recognise a servant of his master's, and he doubted he'd have gone through all that he had to just be eaten, or whatever it was that this ooze did. The panic went away faster when Jay felt the ooze wrap around his balls; the ooze seemed to both massage and suckle on them as they dangled down.

Vague images entered into his mind: Lawrence getting pulled over by the cops, and a hot well of concealed anger and desire to just be ignored by them like white people always seemed to be; Mark hiding in a bathroom stall, trying not to cry as bullies banged on the stall door; Paul staring at himself in the mirror, looking sadly at his round stomach; Charles, stressed out at his desk, trying to sort out several problems at once; Dion, staring in the mirror, diligently plucking out a few grey hairs; then himself as he had been, drunk and lying on the bed feeling sorry for himself.

The images shifted: Archon was there, bending over each of them, seemingly thrusting into the six overlapping shadows of themselves at once. Then the forms shifted. Lawrence's skin whitened, wings bursting out of his shoulders as his body turned to stone, his features transforming into the gargoyle's bat-like face. Mark, anger boiling over him, dropping to all fours as black fur sprouted from his growing body until he became a hell-hound. Paul hungrily running around, his stomach shrinking as his body reshaped into that of a hyena-man. Charles uncontrollably masturbating, or being blown or fucked, his fluids darkening as his body slowly became the ooze he was ejaculating out. Dion's horns burst out of his head, coiling around as the rest of his body became that of the hairy, skinny, eternally young and virile satyr. Finally, he saw his own memories of the orgies he had been a part of: after the uncomfortable sex he'd been having, his cock reinvigorated itself, just in time for Charles to slide up his shaft.

Jay felt something press against his rear: from the firmness and ridges, it felt like the gargoyle's fist. He felt Charles sliding over both, and then a sucking from inside as the ooze slowly forced his sphincter open, allowing Lawrence's arm to slide up into him. Meanwhile, the ooze sucked wetly on Jay's shaft, feeding off of it. Jay continued to sense erotic memories of all of the other transformed men being pumped into his head as his body was coated. Below him, an occasional line would appear, as his precum dripped out and was quickly absorbed into Charles' mass.

Jay's prostate was jabbed by the arm; with his gigantic body, it did not stretch him too much, instead feeling like being mounted by another stallion, or equally large male creature. The ooze seemed to respond to this, Charles sliding some of his mass over Lawrence's fist until eventually it actually felt as though he were being fucked by an equine shaft.

Finally, Jay felt the pressure of the oncoming orgasm building up powerfully: Charles was sliding thin tendrils down the inside of his cock, making Jay twitch. His tightening sphincter muscles slid Lawrence's arm further inside.

Then he came: Jay almost heard the rush, feeling what Charles felt as part of him seemed rocketed out, splattering over the ground, black streaks quickly absorbing his semen, dragging it back into the main "body" of Charles that coated both him and Lawrence like a latex coating.

Other images entered his brain: Charles had been repairing their bodies, repairing Jay's broken legs and fixing the chips and breaks that Lawrence had sustained when the stalactite from which he'd been perching had given way under their combined weight.

Jay's heart continued to pump furiously: the combined adrenalin from his own just-orgasm and Charles' ooze-feeling of being shot out of Jay's own penis, as though it were some wild ride. Jay even got the sense of what pleasure was like from Lawrence: as Charles repaired the thin marble membrane of his wings, he'd also been giving the gargoyle sexual pleasure, thrusting tendrils into his mouth and asshole, and sucking on his cock while the ooze had used his arm as a dildo.

The ooze pulled away from Jay's face, and his muzzle opened wide: he guessed Charles had been feeding him air, or that he could somehow breathe through the ooze, but it was nice to be able to breathe properly on his own again. Twisting his equine neck, he watched the ooze sliding over his body, slowly exposing more of Jay's own dark hair and skin. Wetly, Lawrence's arm slid out of Jay's insides.

The horse trotted around, gently licking Lawrence and Charles, the latter still coating the former, whose muscles flexed through the thin coating as Charles continued to fuck - and be fucked by - him.

Jay still felt like he had some yearning to explore left within him, even though he'd achieved the two most urgent things he'd had since waking up. Through Charles' goo powers, or whatever they were, he'd been able to see what he looked like - a large, well-hung, jet-black horse with red glowing eyes; and he'd had a pretty interesting sexual experience that had at least gotten him off enough so he didn't feel the gnawing desire to jizz. Besides, Lawrence and Charles were still going at it, and at the moment Jay felt like a third wheel.

Jay slowly trotted out of the room, waiting as his body recovered. Charles had done a good job of fixing him, but he'd still need some time to recuperate before he'd start galloping around again.

Wandering the corridors, Jay found most of the rooms were still empty, idly wondering why he didn't feel hungry or thirsty despite having a huge amount of sex, plenty of exercise and stomach-gnawing panic. Charles seemed to at least absorb their sexual fluids, and Paul seemed to have been designed to eat things, but he hadn't really noticed any of the others actually needing to eat or drink, and started to wonder if he was the same way.

The memories of Mark and the others that the ooze had stirred up in him made Jay wonder what the others were up to. "It'd be nice to catch up with Dion," he thought, "now that everything's, well, settled down."

Everyone had more or less been completely transformed now - Charles had passed that information on to him - and everyone seemed to be at least accepting of their new forms, if not actually enjoying them now. With the ceremony fast approaching, it'd be pleasant to catch up.

Jay reared up and pulled himself back; his idling mind had nearly missed the fact he'd walked past a large chamber, similar to that near the entryway, only deeper and entering into a round chamber. Scents wafted in from the chamber - familiar, comforting and slightly arousing scents - so Jay decided to investigate it.

Upon walking in, he knew that he was in the chamber where the binding ritual was going to take place: white powder formed a large pentagram, with a circle inside the internal hexagon, and another running through the five-pointed star's tips.

On the opposite side of the room sat a large throne; Archon, now in the form of a giant black and red serpent, lay curled up on it, his coils sagging over the edges. He appeared to be asleep, gentle undulations suggesting that he was breathing, though he did not move much. His masculine odour made Jay tingle excitedly, and he seemed to revive almost at once.

Dion was here, as well, though almost invisible as he was nestled underneath Archon's coils. He, too, was sleeping, as were Paul and Mark, curled up together in a corner, each shackled to the wall by their now-visible collars.

Suddenly, the snake-demon stirred, his head raising and bobbing before his mass slithered off of his throne. His tail, wrapped around Dion's body, pulled the young satyr off as he slowly transformed: muscular arms sliding out of the snake's scaly sides, being replaced by smooth, red skin and the chiselled features of the human side of Jay's master.

"I see my steed has come to me now, willingly," Archon spoke, holding his bare palm out towards Jay. Jay quivered and bowed his head, quickly trotting forward to nuzzle at the outstretched palm. Archon's other hand ran through his mane; to Jay, this felt almost as good as being sucked off.

The demon continued, "It pleases me that you have accepted the gift I have given you; once the others arrive we will begin the ceremony and I will bind you all to my service for eternity. Then you and I will ride together, and I know you ache for that."

Jay quivered, his penis painfully erecting as his nose filled with Archon's scent, images of serving his master arousing him.

Archon nodded, "I am glad you are so eager, but we must wait. My other servants will be drawn here soon, and then I shall take part in the Great Game."

Jay's head fogged up completely, finding it difficult to think. In Archon's presence, he was a simple horse, with a strong desire for being petted and groomed by his master. The simplicity of his present life made him feel almost tired just thinking about his past life, and soon Jay had fallen asleep again.

• a story by toucanplay -