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[b][u][center]A Stronger Bond

Part 7

For a-lycotonum

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Caelia was in a haze as Roselle and Sar’onnath beat feet from her quarters as soon as she let them leave. Not so much of a haze to stay there, of course, as she knew that Kaggotha would be coming back shortly, but enough to have a hard time thinking of anything but what they’d told her. The big-hipped, thick-assed, forced-curvy woman barely had the presence of mind to pull on a robe before making her way out the door, wandering barefoot down the streets as she reeled from horror to horror.

[i]Turning me into a demon…turning all of us into demons…[/i]

It shouldn’t have been possible for someone to sneak that sort of magic into Absalom, but Kaggotha had done it by being weak enough to be summoned, legally bound into law, and changing things to become more powerful the longer that she spent in the mortal world. She wasn’t just changing people, but drawing from them, turning them into batteries that made her more powerful.

Was Kaggotha just a demon? She was starting to wonder. She had more of a code to her than demons should, and…and…

It was too much. She honestly couldn’t think of that right now, not when everything else was going on, not when there were so many more things that needed attending to than figuring out the mystery of the horse demon.

[i]Priests…[/i]

Roselle and Sar’onnath had claimed their ‘favor’ for them informing her of the danger she was in, and she had agreed not to inform the priesthood that they were to blame for what had happened. She would keep them anonymous, insofar as she was able to. She wasn’t sure that Roselle understood what the word ‘insofar’ meant, but the halfling had been satisfied, even if the goat-demon hadn’t been.

But she…she…

Caelia pulled her robe in a bit tighter, feeling the world collapsing in around her the more that she thought about what had been done to her, and how it could have been avoided. Roselle had been angry ever since she had gotten with the Muse, ever since she had been able to have someone that actually cared for her. The pair of them had been bound by more than lust, and the two sluts had thought it’d be better to rip them apart, because it wasn’t ‘fair.’

Well, something wasn’t fair, and it wasn’t that. She groaned, feeling the corruption of Kaggotha hitting her again. She tried to take another step, only to slump sideways, leaning against one of the outbuildings of the Arcanamirium.

“Mmmph…”

Her equine sex was already clenching down, the heat that she had been cursed with hitting her hard and leaving her all-too-reminded of what she’d get when her ‘partner’ found her again. The idea of being caught by Kaggotha and forced to orgasm until her brains gave out was not something that she eagerly anticipated, by any means –

“Nnngh!”

Though her body did.

She could feel her juices running down her thighs, reminding her just how much she had been conditioned to need sex. Need cock. Need everything that happened to her down there when she was with someone else. The mere thought of the gryphons no longer brought humiliation, but hunger.

So much hunger.

She gritted her teeth, clenching her fists at her sides to keep from reaching down and fisting herself. The emptiness was nearly unbearable, and it took all her willpower to keep her hands there, her legs still, her eyes closed.

[i]Just…just a little…[/i]

No, not even a little, or she would break and shatter, becoming nothing more than a streetwalker until Kaggotha found her. She had to get this curse, this corruption, taken from her now. She had to do it before she was turned into a demon. Before…

Before…

[i]Before I’m too ugly for the Muse to want anymore…[/i]

She shivered at the thought, remembering how much better it had been with that woman. Lusty as the Muse could be, she had her softer sides, her gentler bits. She didn’t just force her through things. She made it worthwhile, made her want it, made her enjoy it later. They were always…they were close…

And she felt…beautiful. Not just wanted, but beautiful.

It hit her then just how much she’d lost. Not just the freedom that came without being bonded to something, anything, but also the self-respect, the care, the wonder that came from being with the Muse. She had lost a friend.

She had lost love.

She slumped back against the building, feeling the robe coming up. Her scaly soles popped into view, and some of the more ‘normal’ students crossed over to stand on the other side of the street from her. Caelia barely noticed, her hands covering her eyes as the tears started rising again.

[i]No, no, no, it’s not the time…[/i]

But would it ever be the time, to grieve? Surely, this –

No. No, if she grieved here in the street, she wouldn’t stop before Kaggotha found her, and then her time would be up. She would be doomed. No, she…

Caelia stopped. Her thoughts kept spinning, but a concept started rising from them. Not one of healing, but one of getting what she wanted. Not fixing someone else’s mess, but getting what she needed: the Muse.

[i]They bound me to Kaggotha. They can kick Kaggotha out and give me the Muse back.[/i]

That was the long and short of it, right? That was how it worked before. Yes, they’d had to take some time to kick the Muse out, but that was because they had needed to look up how to summon Kaggotha, she was all but sure. And if she was able to convince them that there was a danger, then she could end this now. No cure and then waiting for the disease to be taken away from her. No waiting and then maybe never getting to see the Muse again. It would be fixed, completely and totally.

That was her only solution. The only viable one, at least. Caelia reached for her pocket, feeling the scales inside. They were…they were the only things that she had left of the Muse, and they’d keep her safe. She clenched her hand around her pocket, then pulled herself from the building.

[i]Let’s see them turn me down this time…[/i]

#

She kicked down the door with all the force that she could muster, which, considering that she was part horse and part dragon, was a surprisingly large amount. Her claws scuffed the door’s surface, leaving it shredded in places, but nobody seemed to care.

They were busier touching each other than paying attention to the door. Only one, a more matronly human woman that was getting eaten out rather than serving the others, even bothered to look up.

“Oh, Caelia…did you come for something?” she asked.

The corrupted sorority hopeful stared, her eyes wide as she took in the sight before her. The various women already in the sorority, ranging from students her age to ones that had graduated and stuck around as part of the faculty, were all in various states of undress. Some still had long robes of the academy on, while others were down to their underwear, and still others were completely naked.

Worse, some of those that were naked had the same sort of puffy, keyhole-shaped holes that she had, where their assholes and puffy pussies had become more of that sort of configuration than the human shape that they were supposed to have. They were corrupted by Kaggotha, just as much as she was.

[i]How…how…[/i]

One of the women broke free of the bunch, smiling slightly.

“Hey, we’re a bit short on members today. Care to be an honorary member and join the orgy? We need someone for good scissoring right now.”

“That’s – I’m not here for that – what happened to you?”

“Which of those do you want answered first?” the young woman asked, cocking her head to the side, almost instantly hidden beneath a frizzy bush of red hair. “Actually, do you really want an answer?”

“YES!”

“Well, we started noticing that we weren’t really seeing a lot of men at the moment, and that we hadn’t really had the option to go dating, and –”

“FUCKING STOP!”

Caelia covered her face, whimpering as she tried to calm down. This wasn’t what she had hoped to find here, but…well, they were all still the same people. Just, well, horny. She could hopefully still deal –

“Well, are you joining us or not?”

“EEP!”

Caelia jumped back from the sudden groping finger attempting to slide into her robe, shaking her head and holding out her hands. She might have experimented some with the Muse, but that didn’t mean that she was interested in taking that further. Not with just some random woman in the sorority.

“I need you to get rid of Kaggotha.”

“…What?”

That…sent a disturbing chill through the room, she just realized. As soon as she said it, the orgy had stopped, and all eyes had turned to her. That boded ill, particularly since only two of the women – and the older ones, at that – seemed to realize what they were doing and blink themselves out of it.

[i]Shit…shit…[/i]

Caelia shook her head, gesturing at all of them. Most of the women had some sort of wet mark on their faces, fingers, or between their legs from what they’d been doing before she showed up. They barely seemed to register that, however, particularly as they continued staring at her.

“Look at yourselves,” she said.

“What…what did you say? About Kaggotha?” the one that had been talking to her asked.

“Forget that. Just look at yourselves.”

“No…we aren’t going to – we have to keep her. The first mare.”

The first mare. They were already half-gone, she realized, deep in the need that the horse demon had inflicted on them, deeply wanting what she was doing, despite how bad an idea it was. They wanted her, needed her, somehow.

The one that had greeted her reached out again, trying to snag her by the pussy, but Caelia managed to put a few feet between them. The other women were getting to their feet, and even the women that were a little bit aware of what they were doing seemed unable to fight the compulsion that they were going through. The demoness had taken them, marked them, made them into an extension of her herd.

And then…

Clip, clop.

[i]No…[/i]

Clip, clop.

“You have to banish her,” Caelia said.

Clip, clop.

“Now!”

Yet, there was no sign of the other women taking her seriously. They were as blank-faced as they could possibly be, looking at her like she had gone completely mad. It didn’t matter that they were facing off against a demon now, that the demon had taken them. It didn’t matter that they were breaking the laws of Absalom and the Arcanamirium. All that mattered was the demonic need burning in the mare-pussies between their legs.

And then, she was there. The shadow of the mare demon spread out from the doorway behind Caelia, falling on the other women. They moaned softly as the demoness appeared, and more than a few started thickening in the hips, growing wider, their asses spreading out against their thongs or panties, and some started sporting larger breasts, hanging down from their chests and making them look like wet nurses, big and well-endowed.

The chuckle of the demon came from behind, and a thick-fingered hand fell on her shoulder. Caelia shivered, bracing herself.

“Well, well…someone thinking, instead of being horny?”

“I don’t…I don’t want…you…”

“You want me.”

“No, I don’t,” Caelia hissed, shaking her head. “I want…I wanted her.”

“You got me. You stay with me.”

Those fingers clenched hard, hard enough to bruise, and she whimpered as she realized just how far she had already fallen. Even as much as she hated the equine demon, she wanted to be with the other bitch. She wanted to feel her taking over again. She wanted to cum her brains out, her pussy clenching down on nothing just with the presence of the demon’s aura behind her. It made it so hard to think.

“Come with me.”

“Nnngh…”

“Heh…fighting?”

“…”

“Well, no more. You.”

[i]Don’t say it. Don’t say it, please,[/i] she thought, her knees shaking in anticipation of another forced orgasm. All it would take was a single word, and she’d be completely helpless again. She whimpered, shaking her head, trying to plug her ears, but the mare demon’s other hand pulled her hands down.

“You. C-”

BOOOOOOM!

The rolling thunder of literal lightning blocked the word from her ears. She stumbled forward, and so did the demoness behind her as lightning ringed the room. A bright light and trumpets followed, and all eyes in the room – mortal and demon alike – turned to the much-battered doorway.

#

A tactically-minded person would have taken advantage of the shock and awe that their entrance had provided to make the first strike. Someone that had been on the street all their lives would have been in and out of the room, already cutting throats or, at the very least, hamstrings so that the enemy wouldn’t be able to chase them around. Even someone that had lived in the church all their lives would have taken advantage of that moment to at least lay down some protective spells in those precious few seconds.

Andrei, however, was none of those things. He was a bard, unapologetically so, and he would use it as his grand entrance.

He strutted forward like the peacock that he imagined himself as, the part-dragon man grinning from ear to ear as he stepped into the room, rapier in hand, lightning at his back, and everything as it should be. The trumpets of his own spells competed with the crackling thunder of the sorceress’s lightning spells, and he was…mostly winning, which he’d take.

The rest of the team fanned out behind him, with three rogues, a cleric, a sorceress, and a couple others to fill out their ranks. He smiled as he saluted the demoness in the ranks of the human women, and then glanced at Caelia proper. She looked as the Muse had described her, though much…ahem…enhanced from the image that he had been given.

“Everyone stay calm, we are merely performing a rescue operation here.”

“A…rescue operation?” Caelia asked.

“Why, of course. I’m normally far more inclined to deal with saving handsome young men, but I’ve been hired to make an exception.”

“…”

“A certain dark lady has pled your case.”

“Oh, my god…”

Before Andrei could get another word free, there was a stomp. Not a quiet stomp, or a silly click-clack as he had done while flouncing out of a role in high heels, but rather the loud CLACK that came when an angry horse wanted to get the attention of all and sundry. He turned, his party turned, and all the women turned to the mare demoness that stood in the middle of the room.

Now that he had a chance to look at her, he was surprised that he had been so nervous. Demons were, of course, serious, but she was more of an old-style fertility idol than anything else. She carried herself with curves and chub all over the place, and while there were obvious corruptive magics in the air, they weren’t the sort that he was actually afraid of. It was all about breeding, about horses, about…stuff. He was more interested in the kind that made him into more of a bottom, or something like that.

No problems there. He chuckled, tilting his blade tip towards her.

“Well, are you going to surrender the lady, or shall we make a fight of legend?”

“…Mares.” The demoness turned to the various women around her. “Studs.”

“Studs…”

“Studs…”

“Fuck yes, studs…”

“Hot males…”

“Need males…”

Andrei’s eyes widened, particularly as he heard the shuffling behind him, the soft grunts and groans that he was all too familiar with as men started to get aroused and tent their leathers. He looked over his shoulders, spotting more than a few erections appearing, and even the sorceress blinked, though she seemed to be muttering something in offense.

[i]Oh, goddammit…[/i]

Without even thinking, Andrei leaped forward, using a trick from a monk that he’d slept with a few years ago. A leaping step that carried him over the first ranks of women, slamming into the demoness. She blocked him with a raised leg, using her hoof to stop his rapier in its tracks. She looked down at him with a smirk…and just a bit of shock in her eyes.

“You not horny?”

“Excuse me, but I have [i]standards.[/i]”

“…Get them. This one mine,” the demoness commanded, and the battle was joined.

#

Caelia was forgotten as the impromptu struggle raged around her, though most of it was less ‘struggle’ and more ‘sex’. The various deprived women of the sorority had been eager to get dicked, apparently, as they were soon all but pouncing on the men that had come to give them something.

She, on the other hand, had managed to wiggle her way back from the rest of the fighting. She had to take care with the lightning bolts that sealed the borders of the room, but she was more or less free.

The sorceress that was responsible for the lightning walked over to her, leaning against one of the safer spots nearby. Caelia hesitantly nodded at her.

“Are you, um…”

“With them?” the sorceress asked, nodding towards the fight. “Ostensibly. Half-thought that bastard was going to leave me behind.”

“Why would he –”

“No dick.”

“…Andrei.”

“Bouncy little stage fairy…”

“…”

“You single?” the sorceress asked, and Caelia almost stumbled without moving.

“WHAT?!”

“Hey, girl’s gotta find some love somewhere.” The sorceress shrugged. “Well, if you ain’t, then I need to make it worth it for me here. He’s not paying enough, and there’s some hot chicks out there.”

“You – wait. Wait.”

She grabbed the sorceress by the arm, shaking her head. This…there might be an opportunity here.

“You’re a sorceress. You did all this, right?”

“Uh-huh. Now, hot girls.”

“Wait!” She gripped the other woman tighter, shaking her head. “Look. If we can just banish Kaggotha –”

“Impossible without some serious power boosts. And having some direction to Hell. And something to replace that bond.”

“…I think I can give you all those. Just…wait right here. Right here!”

#

“Are you fucking SHITTING ME?!”

Roselle had expected things to go down the toilet once Kaggotha got back from rutting the stallions into the ground, but this was a whole new way of going down the shitter. The sorority was a hotbed of corruptive magic, and she could feel it two miles down from the damn place, even while she was getting dicked down by one of the hottest orcs that she’d seen in weeks.

The asshole was losing his nerve, too, now that she was getting all angry. She growled, kicking him in the chest, and he rolled off her. He was still putting his pants on when Sar’onnath poked her head into the room, phasing through the wall.

“We’re in trouble,” the succubus said.

“No shit. That fucking breeding bitch is gonna –”

“Oh, I’m not talking about that.”

“Then what the hell are you talking about?”

“The other ‘breeding bitch’ is coming around.”

“…What?”

THUMP!

Roselle had just enough time to turn to the doorway to see the door coming her way, but not enough time to get out of the way of it. The halfling was bowled off her feet and off the bed, hitting the floor hard.

[i]…This isn’t fair. I’M supposed to be the one on top…[/i]

The halfling groaned as she pulled herself out from under the broken door boards, only to find herself looking up at Caelia. Or, well, someone that had Caelia’s face. She didn’t remember the loser having fucking wings.

“What the fuck happened to you?” Roselle grunted.

“No time. Where’s – oh, there you are. Both of you, come with me.”

“Fucking no way. You’re not dragging us back to Kaggotha.”

“The hell I’m not.”

Clawed hands grabbed the halfling around the waist, pulling her to her feet. She yelped as she was pulled along, and despite everything, Sar’onnath followed. The goat demon seemed almost curious about what was going on, too curious to actually stop it from happening.

Bitch-ass partner.

“Where the hell are we going?!” Roselle shouted as they left the brothel, entering the street for a half-second before her abductor started flapping her wings. “And where the hell did you get those?!”

“Scales.”

“Not an answer!”

“All you’re getting right now!”

Then they were airborne, flying over Absalom. Roselle didn’t have the same sort of ‘corruption vision’ that Sar’onnath did, but there were benefits to being tied with a demon for the week. She could feel it in the air, just as she had felt it from the hall so many miles away. She could almost see it in the streets, left around like fumes, and she could feel the way that the people were starting to twist from the presence of the demon.

Sar’onnath had obviously gotten something twisted when they came up with the idea of this little prank. There was no fucking way that Kaggotha was just a demon that had lost power over time. She was something fucking else.

#

They arrived at the sorority house to find that the outside had been warped. Rather than cobblestones, black grasses had risen, making it hard to walk on it without getting one’s ankles attacked and bound. Roselle had to fight it, the grasses weaving between her toes before Sar’onnath pulled her free, and even Caelia barely managed to keep it at bay by stomping on it again and again, the scales on her feet able to keep the corruption at bay, but only barely.

The house itself had been turned pitch black with red streaks running up the walls, and the lightning bolts that had formed the seal in the meeting room had been pushed back to seal the house proper. They were able to duck under it to enter, but the crackling energy made it clear that they weren’t going to get back out nearly as easily as that.

Caelia feared that the sorceress had already succumbed to those inside, but thankfully found the petulant woman still waiting by the door. She stood there with her arms crossed, idly zapping any corruptive tentacle that came near her. The half-elf looked at her as she came back, cocking her head to the side.

“When did you get wings?”

“Shortly after leaving.”

“I didn’t know you –”

“Not important.”

The partial dragon picked up the halfling, ignoring Roselle’s complaints as the naked, slutty little thing was lifted into the air. She wiggled the halfling back and forth.

“Power boost.”

“The fuck you – mmmph!”

She shoved a finger into Roselle’s mouth. With one clawed foot, she pointed back at Sar’onnath.

“Direct connection to Hell.”

“Um, what?”

Ignoring the question, Caelia carefully reached into her pocket, using her scaled fingers to pull out three of the scales that were still coated in the Muse’s essence, in the golden dust that she had used to inspire and change things.

“Replacement.”

“…”

“I got what you asked for. Please…please, just…fix this!” Caelia said, her voice breaking for a moment as she fought the urge to cry.

The sorceress looked her up and down, then glanced at Roselle, then at Sar’onnath. The half-elf tapped her chin a few times, then smiled.

“Promise me a threesome with the two of them, and you got a deal.”

“MMMPH!?”

“Done,” Sar’onnath said. “We could use some variety, anyway.”

“Mmmph?! MMmph!”

#

Andrei was having a time of it. All around him, the party had devolved into an orgy. That was something that he was generally in favor of, but he usually preferred far more cocks and hot asses to be involved, and less curves. This time, he was surrounded by the latter, and all the cocks were slowly going more and more equine.

Including his own, annoyingly. Too bestial, too wide, and it meant that everyone complained about their jaws aching when he got blowjobs. The bard twisted out of reach of the equine demon again, driving her back for a brief moment with the silver tip of his rapier.

“You stubborn,” the mare said, slowly circling him, her hooves clopping in irregular intervals. At least his blade had made marks on them enough to keep her from blocking him with her legs anymore. “Just give in. Breed.”

“Give me a proper ass, and I’ll consider it.”

“Many asses.”

“All women. Not up to my standards.”

It was a bit of an asshole thing to say, but he was getting sick of being hit on. He’d had to bludgeon a few of the sorority sisters away already, and he was really regretting his decisions in life. All that talent that he had come by, all that luck? Maybe he should have gone through it honestly, getting it the right way, rather than relying on the Muses…

[i]Yeah, right, like I ever could have done that.[/i]

He deflected a kick to the face, if only barely, and fell backwards. The horse cock getting increasingly longer in his trousers was not making things any easier for him, either, making it harder to keep up the fancy footwork that kept the demoness at bay, and harder still to actually show off properly. He had been a dancing blur at the start, and now? Now, he was some clumsy moron that was too bound to his cock to actually get a blow in. He could have finished this if it wasn’t for the cock begging for his attention constantly.

[i]At least the girl’s out…[/i]

Caelia had been the objective. He would have run after her, if he could have, but he was engaged now. Oh, god, not that way, not that way, please.

All around them, his party and the sorority members were deep in sexual congress with one another, and despite his lack of interest in the demoness, he could feel the urge to get off still rising in him. She had managed to get him there, at least, and she was chasing after him, almost like she was more interested in him than the other woman now. Maybe it was his defiance; maybe it was the fact that he was gay. It didn’t matter; she had locked her focus on him, and that meant that he had little in the way of defense.

[i]Goddammit, Densharr, I’d love it if you were here right now…[/i]

Though he wasn’t sure if it was because he would have liked to have someone that was a bit immune to this bitch’s charms or just to throw the petulant cat at the damn demon. Either way, he imagined he’d feel a hell of a lot better.

Then, he stumbled. Andrei’s ankle caught one of the fucking pairs, and he tumbled over onto his back. His pants ripped as the much-grown shaft down his legs came up with him, ripping through the leather and exposing a horse cock of well over a foot long. He groaned as he tried to get back to his feet, only for Kaggotha to take advantage, lunging forward and kicking his blade away. Her other hoof came down on his chest, pinning him in place. She smiled down at him.

“Took long enough.”

“Get off me, you crazy witch!”

“No. Fight long enough. Want cock now.”

“Oh, fuck you…”

“That plan.”

“Well, FUCK YOUR PLAN!”

Caelia. She was still here? Andrei and Kaggotha looked up, just in time for a massive burst of golden light to blind them.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Caelia has a realization of what she really wants, and tries to make the sorority do it for her. It doesn’t go well.

Tags: F/F, M/F, Attempted Rape, Cock Growth, Transformation, Human, Half-Elf, Horny, Fantasy, Magic, Series, Halfling, Succubus, Demoness, Goat, Equine, Horse, Mare, Wet, Erection,