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The dreams of a never-ending orgy faded as the night went on and my oversexed body finally released all the pent up orgasms it had acquired during the day. There was a sudden, cold sensation on one of my cocks, followed by slight pain, followed by another cold sensation.

I opened my eyes, finding myself upon a familiar altar, my arms and legs bound. I looked up to see my demoness standing over me, some sort of metal device in her hand. She smiled down at me and brought it against one of my nipplecocks, the chill of cold metal followed by the slight pain of a ring being clamped down to piercing the tough skin.

I murmured softly through the gag in my mouth, something that was always present during the occasional arcane ritual. I wasn't here in the flesh, but merely in spirit. The piercings Celeste gave me, however, would return with me to the material world. I looked up at her questioningly, wondering what was going on.

She smiled and me and gave me a loving pat on one of my large, milk filled breasts. "Don't worry; I'm just putting a place for the reins to go." She says with a chuckle.

Reins? I didn't recall anything about... oh. The wish; I'd asked for a young cowgirl to help me rein in my bucking broncos. I'd become the young cowgirl and now it seemed that my horses would have reins attached to them.

I shivered with delight each time Celeste's little device clicked, permanently embedding a Mythril ring into my body with each use. I've never been one to mix excess amounts of pain with pleasure, but a little bit of it was exciting.

My pussy began to drip with arousal; my juices flowing down the small channels carved into the surface of the ancient altar, meant to channel away any fluid that ran across them. I craved a cock, but what I got instead was Celeste's spade-tipped tail.

The spade was like soft leather, constructed rather like a stingray, able to wiggle and ripple and bend and fold itself. It rolled into a tubular shape, pushing into my needy sex, clenching and unclenching, trying to open itself within me to give me pleasure.

I nodded my thanks to my guardian demon and lay back, allowing her to finish her work. Four silver circles of metal for each of my cocks. The reins themselves came next. Black leather inscribed with silver runes of infernal script. The demon-hide leather could not be cut by any tool the mundane city-state in which I lived could offer; only enchanted steel could part it.

She slipped the thin leather strap through the piercings on one of my nipple cocks, then ran it through them again, creating a loop of leather around my shaft. She took four small, silver bells and with a minor incantation bound them to the reins in places that would assure that I would never be able to remove the reins.

"You won't be able to wear your cock covers anymore," she explained, "But the reins will do the same thing. You can tie them off in a knot, and they will prevent your shafts from spewing cum each time you climax, and will hold the orgasm off until later, just as your cock covers did. But the spirit of each horse has been awakened within each of your members. They want to mate and spill their seed. If you haven't let them climax for awhile, even if the reins aren't tied, they'll buck and thrust and cum on their own."

She repeated the process on the rest of my cocks, binding the mystical reins to them. Once she was done she climbed atop the altar, snuggling up against me. She continued to pleasure me with her tail and began caressing one of my breasts, coaxing the milk out of it. She stroked my cheek with the back of a hand and nuzzled my neck.

"Mmm... you're so beautiful, so very, very beautiful." She purred, "You're the prettiest girl I've ever made, I want you so badly, want you to be mine so badly, and you will be mine, in time."

Celeste smiled and removed my gag, kissing me softly, gently, affectionately. It wasn't the hungry, lustful kiss that I had known her for. Up until this point in my life, our sexual encounters had been for pleasure, for relief, and for relaxation. But now there was something else, true desire for me as an individual, not merely as the nearest owner of a cock; in her own way she had begun to love me.

"Thank you, Celeste," I whispered, leaning into her caress, "Thank you for making me beautiful."

My demoness remained there, cuddled up against me. Her soft lips sought out my upper-middle nipple and she began to drink.

"They used to think that a third nipple on a person fed demons. I don't know if that's true or not, but the milk in the middle always seems the tastiest to me." She said with a giggle.

I longed to hug her against me, to run my fingers through her navy blue hair, but my bonds kept me from moving. She fell asleep, curled up against me until I was pulled into wakefulness.

-o-

I opened my eyes, finding myself on the floor of the sauna, the automatic timer having shut it off sometime during the night. I blinked my eyes, yawned, and stretched. I'd been cleaned up over night, the thick scale of dried seed that I'd expected was nowhere upon more body, nor the room around me. However the thick, musky scent of sex still lingered in the air.

I groaned softly, my breasts feeling achy. Looking down they were half again the size they had been when I went to sleep. They were filled quite heavily with milk and moving around made the fluid within them slosh around. Each step I took made my tits shake and quiver, which rubbed against my nipplecocks and balls. As a result I was panting and horny before I'd even got to the door.

I opened the sauna door only to find myself face to cockhead with the Overdraft's enormous shaft. I only had time to let out a small, startled 'Eep!' before my body was doused in cum; my seven sexes erupted in sympathetic climax. My tits seemed to get in on the action too, spilling as much of their milky load as they could.

I was left gasping in a virtual lake of sweet, tasty centaur seed. My breasts no longer ached, though they were still bigger than usual, and I could swear that my nipples had elongated a bit overnight. They weren't quite teats, but they were longer and thicker than normal nipples ought to be.

I rose to my hooves each step squelching loudly as I trod upon several inches of cum that had pooled on the floor as I made my way to the shower. As I waited for the water to heat I toyed with the rings and reins on my nipplecocks, making the tiny bells jingle.

I stepped into the shower, letting the hot jets blast the thick coating of centaur cum from my body. I smiled as I discovered that Celeste had replaced my usual shampoo with several bottles of shampoo and conditioner, more suited for a long and luxurious mane of hair like a pretty girl ought to have. I would take care of my cute, girlish body; I would make absolutely sure that I did my best to look as sexy as possible.

After two shampooings to wash the last of the seed from my hair, I applied the first of the special shampoos, meant to make my hair thick and shiny. I giggled as I applied it to my tail tuft, figuring that I might make sure it was pretty as well.

I left the shampoo to sink in and poured liquid soap onto my hands, washing my beautiful, bountiful breasts. I hadn't wished to be transformed into a girl, especially not one with six huge, milk filled hooters, hooves, a tail, and if the slight tightness I felt in the skin at my temples was any indication, I'd also have horns eventually.

This hadn't been exactly what I had wished for, but upon living it, experiencing it, I couldn't possibly fathom going back to my boring male body. I felt incredible, my perfect, smooth skin, my soft, thick hair, my picture perfect, heart shaped rump, the way I instinctively swayed as I walked, the delicious weight of my plump breasts, the way they rubbed against my nipplecocks.

The cold water of the shower brought me back to myself. I had allowed my mind to wander and I'd dropped to my knees and started masturbating. I had no idea how long I'd been like that, rubbing and caressing my gorgeous body beneath the shower's spray.

I turned it off and stepped out of the shower, blushing, rather embarrassed about my lack of control. My nipplecocks began to twitch, almost like a muscle spasm. I grabbed the leather straps and tugged, crying out as pleasure shot through my body, the cocks erupting with climax.

But instead of the usual torrents of seed, what came out was a mere trickle; enough to clean up with a few tissues. I thought of putting my bathrobe on, but I didn't think I would need it anymore. Between my breasts and cocks, it would never be able to close.

My hooves clopped on the tiled floor as I made my way into the bedroom. Celeste had apparently had time between her transformation of my body and applying my piercings to replace all my clothes.

I slipped on a pair of silk-looking shorts that were cut to fit me perfectly, fitting snugly around my eight balls with openings for each of my shafts. It was delicate work with the piercings and reins, but I got the hang of it.

I slipped a pair of socks over my hooves and looked over the footwear I had provided. I moaned softly at the sight of a pair of black platform heeled latex boots, designed perfectly to fit my cloven hooves.

I slipped them on and zipped them up, tightening the straps at the bottom and top of the boot so that my legs would get the proper support. I added a pair of tube tops to complete the outfit. Everything clung to me so tightly. I could see the curve of my balls and the shape of my nipples through the silken garments. They fit me perfectly, yet they were cut in a way that didn't hamper my movement at all.

I took a moment to admire myself in the mirror before I put on my make up. I let out a cute little moan as all my horse cocks began to buck, apparently driven to lust by either the sight of myself, or my own reaction of arousal at my reflection.

Though I wasn't at all familiar with makeup, I did seem to have an instinct of what to use. I applied every bit of it expertly, and by the time I was finished and started brushing my hair, I was biting my lip to prevent myself from getting aroused and darkening the crotch of my shorts with feminine need.

"You look good enough to eat." Celeste purred appreciatively from behind me. She took the hairbrush from me and began to brush my long locks herself. Once everything was nice and straight she began to braid it.

I blinked a few times when she mentioned eating, the last meal I'd had was breakfast the previous morning, but I didn't feel particularly hungry, nor had I needed to go to the bathroom.

"Celeste, why don't I feel hungry?" I asked my guardian demon.

She smiled and continued braiding my hair, "You won't need to eat for awhile. You essentially have stores of energy saved up to power your body. I had to do something with the rest of the six stallions."

"Is that why I don't feel thirsty even though I spew out gallons of fluids and milk?"

She shook her head, "No, that's just magic." She said, tying my braid with a black ribbon. She peered at my reflection and smiled, giving me a kiss on the cheek.

"You look perfect." She purred, "A cute, sexy, slutty girl. You'll make a great impression on your client."

A sweet thrill shot through my body when Celeste called me a slut. She always knows the right things to say to make me all hot and bothered.

"Client?" I asked, reluctantly tearing my gaze away from our image in the mirror.

Celeste nodded, "Yup, you first breeder. She has a mare she wants..." she reached down and gripped the reins of my lower middle cock, "Bred with this one."

I moaned softly at the thought of my cock in the clutches of a tight, heat stricken, lustful mare pussy. I couldn't help it. Thankfully the dark silk of my shorts hid the wetness better than I thought, but I had to tie the reins on my cocks to stop them from bucking.

As Celeste gave me directions to my client's ranch, I wiped myself down, removing stray bits of precum and seed.

"You client owns the Carriage Cab Company and she's sent one along to bring you in and take you home, which is good, since after all that masturbating you did with your motorcycle last night, it's still charging."

I blushed, instinctively picking up the black leather purse that was one the table as I made my way out the door. I was so excited, looking forward to my first day as a horse breeder; a literal horse breeder.

-o-

My body was covered in sweat, milk, and seed. I stank of sex, hay, and horse. It had felt so good, filling that sweet mare pussy; flesh designed to take my horse cocks and grip them perfectly, expertly milking me to climax.

I couldn't help myself; I'd needed to have more. After the first climax I'd tried to ram my upper-middle cock into the mare's rump, but the action apparently frightened her and she bolted, leaving me standing on a step stool, my body burning with need.

I hadn't seen my employer, only the ranch manager, an older gentlemen who clearly didn't approve of the way I was dressed. No big deal, it's not like I wanted to fuck him anyway.

What I wanted was another horse, or some sexy bimbo that I could cover in cum. I'd torn off my clothes and tossed them aside, allowing me to paw and lick frantically at my breasts and cocks.

"C-Celeste," I moaned, "I wish there was a hot girl here to help me. I want her to be horny as hell, and I don't want to be the girl I'm wishing for!"

There was a soft laugh and I felt a burning sensation over my body. Celeste had turned my wish upon me one more time. I arched my back and thrust into the air as each part of me climaxed at once.

I opened my mouth and cried out, my long, forked tongue slithering over new fangs, curling around a teat-like nipple. My nipples had grown once again, larger and thicker, on my basketball sized breasts, they were the size of small teacups, the areolae the size of saucers.

My furry, bovine ears tickled strangely as they moved back on my head a few inches, allowing for a second pair to sprout. I ran a hand over one of them, finding them to be large, tapered, and pointed; some would call them elven, but I'd seen the shape for years on the head of my demoness, for that was what they were; the ears of a demon.

The tiny nubs upon my forehead that had not even grown to the point were they broke skin suddenly erupted, growing thick and curved. They split, a part of the mass becoming circular and rounded, growing outward from my head, curling into formidable horns, becoming points. The other portion was strange, shaped like a quarter circle with one rounded edge and two straight. Those horns grew back along the curved of my head, moving slightly outward so that they could spiral. They mimicked one of the classic demonic looks; ram's horns.

Sweet, sweet fire filled my body, boiling my blood, seeming to cook me from within. It felt so good, so very wondrous as my skin turned bright, blood red. My horns, my hooves, my skin, I was damned near a demoness myself now. Once my spirit and my mortal flesh parted ways, I would be such a wondrous creature.

But until I died, I would be mortal, and I would cling to that mortality for as long as I could. I adored the material plane, and wished to remain here and partake in its delights for centuries yet to come. My wish was to be a cute, young cowgirl, or at least that was what the result had been. I would not age, remaining perpetually youthful.

I bared my fangs and hissed and tore at the ground with my clawed fingertips. My tail lashed from side to side in my frustration, growing longer, growing thicker, the soft tufted tip losing hair, instead the flesh forming a spade-shaped hood. I opened a second set of eyes, small, tiny ones that were not much good for seeing anything other than movement. But the venomous viper that my tail had become could see heat, and it could taste and scent the air far better than I could.

I took it in my hands and stroked it, giggling happily as my two mouths met in a playful kiss, forked tongues entwining. The serpent was me, and yet it was not. I could control it, but it had its own set of instincts that it would follow. I continued to kiss my sexy, snaky tail, stroking its soft, smooth scales with my hands.

This wasn't what I had wanted, it was most definitely NOT what I had wanted, but as I stood, licking my beautiful black lips, I couldn't help but love it. My hair had turned the same deep navy shade as Celeste's and through the eyes of my tail I could see that my own eyes had lost their whites, becoming a deep black, while my irises flickered with flaming shades of orange, red, and yellow.

My bovine ears twitched, hearing a sound behind me. I turned to see a gorgeous woman dressed in riding attire. Her hair was like burnished gold, her skin like porcelain, and her ears bore the slight point of elven heritage. Her blood may have been a generation back, but she was human enough to enter this realm without trepidation, and she still sported a fey bloodline, preventing her eyes from being clouded as she saw me.

My serpent tasted the air, and it could tell that she had been there for quite some time, long enough to see me change. It also scented something else on the air; her lust. The elf-blood looked at me with wide, emerald eyes, their exotic slant likely to be confused for Asian in this blindfolded world. My own eyes roamed over her body, the perfect mix of elven and human beauty.

She sported a lithe, athletic build, but whereas elves were typically built like gymnasts, she was tall for even a human woman and sported gorgeous curves that made my clawed hands ache with the need to explore them.

I growled softly, the powerful muscles in my legs tightening as I crouched. I leapt over the fence separating us with inhuman grace and agility. I was on the ground before she knew it, rushing at her.

She turned to run, but that merely excited my predatory instincts. My hooves and back-bent legs were suited far better to running than the unwieldy things humans have. I caught her as she tried to duck into a barn, tackling her into a pile of hay.

My serpent lashed out, sinking its fangs into her thigh, she cried out at first with pain, then with a lustful moan as my serpent's venom went to work, forcing upon her incredible need and arousal.

The crotch of her riding slacks immediately became doused with moisture from her desire, my claws making short work of it, striping her bare save for her boots, gloves, and helmet in no time.

My long, forked tongue slithered out from between my lips, caressing her cheek and neck as I took her bare breasts in my hands, my claw tips lightly piercing her soft, creamy skin. My serpent could smell her need, her lust; she looked back at me with a mix of fear and desire in her eyes.

I pressed my middle horsecocks up against her, not yet trying to penetrate her, but merely to tease, to inform her of what was to come. I could feel her wetness and heat upon my members, the stallion spirits within them eager to fill her.

"Beg." I growled softly, my eyes flaring with light for a moment, "Beg for what you desire, slut. Freedom or fucking, ask your mistress for what it is you desire."

Her eyes filled with tears and the shuddered. Her body craved sex, but her mind told her to flee from the terrible demoness before her. She struggled as best she could in my grip, only succeeding in rubbing her nipples against my hands, and her aching pussy against my prick.

"It... it'll tear me up..." she whispered softly.

"Will they?" I purred, pressing the blunt, trumpet-shaped head of my lower horsecock into her. She cried out with pain and pleasure, her cries becoming soft whimpers as I removed it.

"Oh it hurts, it hurts... but I... I need it. I need it inside of me." She said as tears rolled down her cheeks.

"Say it then, wish for your mistress to fill your pussy and your ass with her cocks." I said, nibbling on her neck with my fangs.

"M-mistress," she whispered, "I wish for you to fill me with your cocks."

With a delighted chuckle I pulled away from her, drawing out a frustrated yowl from the elf-blood. She rolled over onto her back and looked up at me with confused, hurt eyes. I reached down and caressed her cheek, my lips meeting her own in a delicious kiss.

I pulled her into my lap, lining up my middle shafts, forcing them both into her with a soft grunt of effort. She howled as if her insides were being torn apart, but I knew that they wouldn't. Though sex with a well hung demon will hurt like the fires of hell, it won't actually leave any marks or wounds. An incubus takes his victim and leaves no evidence of his dalliance; I could be twice as big as I was and I would still be able to fit into her with ease.

I broke our kiss leaving her mouth wide open and her tongue questing for my own. I gripped her by the hair and shoved one of my nipplecocks into her mouth. The Gift of the Cubi worked for oral as well, my fist-thick cock pushing into her mouth and throat with ease. She ought to gag and choke, unable to breathe, but once more my demonic gifts allowed for comparative comfort as she took every inch of my length into her.

I chuckled, stroking her hair like I would that of a favorite pet with one hand, my other toying her one breast. My serpent slithered up and sunk its fangs into a nipple, making her whimper softly.

As my venom pumped into her once more it was obvious that this was venom of a different sort. Immediately her breasts began to swell with milk, which my serpent began to greedily suck down. Her nipples grew as well, becoming thick, red, puffy, and as needful as her pussy.

Until the venom wore off her body would demand to be milked. Until then she'd look like a specialty stripper or a porn star. But like my own bountiful breasts, her own would be all-natural.

I coaxed her hands down to my side cocks and commanded her to stroke, which she did enthusiastically. I ceased petting her and jerked off my other nipplecock instead, turning around and flopping down onto the hay, the cute rancher virtually impaled upon my body.

I lost track of my climaxes, filling her three ways with my hot, devilish essence. I took great delight in coating her body with it. It seemed to spur her on, infusing her with new energy each time I slathered thick handfuls of cum over her bare skin.

Eventually my serpent drank its fill of milk, and with nothing better to do, I put it to use to pleasure my pussy. I eagerly drank in all the pleasure my body had to offer, and longed for more. The only thing that would make this more perfect would be the presence of an additional girl to fill with a trio of cocks and a sexy stallion to pound my own pussy with his equine rod.

But I knew better now, I wouldn't be asking Celeste for wishes to fulfill spur of the moment desires anymore. I would have to think them out beforehand and phrase them carefully so that she couldn't turn them into an excuse to transform me again.

The thought of having my body altered even further was something that filled me with warmth, made me ache with longing for it. I wanted to feel the fires of transformation flow over my cherry red skin once more. But it was a lust I would not give into. My body was perfect now; male and female aspects entwined with the best of human, bovine, equine, and demon. I knew that I would adore any wish that would alter me in the future, but the mental alterations of the three wishes I'd made so far told me that I was perfect now; no room for improvement.

I fucked the rancher until her muscles gave out, unable to clench at my cocks or stroke my shafts. I gently coaxed my trio of lengths from her. I grinned; proud of the effects I'd had on her body.

Her breasts had swollen up to the size of beach balls, her puffy nipples aching to have the milk within them released. She also looked nearly nine months pregnant as I had made her belly bloat with huge amount of horse seed.

I picked her up, carrying her back to the main house. She wrapped her arms around my neck and buried her face in the soft flesh of one of my tits. "Stay." She managed to squeak out, "Please stay with me."

-o-

She looked up at me with a strange look in her eyes. To this day I cannot tell you what emotion it is. It is love, it is lust, it is fear, it is respect, shame, sorrow, levity, content, desire, and a dozen more things all rolled into one. It is what a natural born plaything feels when she looks upon her owner after she has been well-used.

My lover had kept her true self chained and locked away, buried deep within her, never allowing it to see the light of day. Society tells us that we are to keep our sexual interludes small, quiet, and private; women especially. A man with many lovers is considered a stud, someone to be envied. A female with many lovers is called a whore; she is looked down upon, loathed, hated, and pitied.

As I learned that night as I soaked with her in her hot tub, scrubbing her clean of my seed as she could scarcely lift her arms, her name was Gwendolyn, and she had been raised in Old Aerth. She had wed an adventurous man who had left the magic-dead comfort of the CTA to discover what was beyond. He returned with gold, gems, and his new wife, purchasing the ranch with the treasure.

An automobile accident had taken him away several years prior, and my poor elf was a lonely girl who craved the exotic, but who had never allowed herself to give into temptation before.

Warm tears fell onto my breast as she explained how she had always desired the love of beasts, longed to feel the cock of the equine she rid within her, would become dripping wet at the thought of being violated by a dragon. But she could never bring herself to do it, for fear of discovery.

But with me no one would know, no one in her social circle could see beyond the mundane. If they happened to stumble across us making lover, they would see a woman and what they would assume to be a man, well hung, but average of features and somewhat androgynous. They would see what they wanted to see, rather than what was.

I was perfect for her, my lover tearfully confessed to me. She would do anything I asked, as long as I slaked the lusts of her perverted soul. She was so sweet, tender, innocent, and vulnerable, even if I didn't have the beginnings of love for her blossoming within my heart, I would still have taken her as I did, for the sex if nothing more.

Even though the pleasure I'd felt while using her was incredible, I adored her for other reasons. She could see my perfect body for what it was, and she shared my opinion of its perfection. She loved to look upon me, her eyes lingering on a particular feature of my body, licking her lips as she devised the next wonderful, amorous thing that we would next take part in.

Though there was a great deal of sex, there was also an equally great amount of time spent engaged in other things. I told her of my exploration of the Fused Earth, of the wonders that I had found left over from both worlds as well as the unique aspects that the merge had allowed. She told me of elven histories, folklore, and fairy tales. She read to me from the many books she gathered.

But what I loved the most was when we'd sit on the couch and she'd snuggle up with me, and we'd watch television, or a movie; something so simple that I had never really taken the time to enjoy before.

I had taken my lovers in my life, but until Gwen I had never had what you would consider a real relationship. Though she was my pet, she was such of her own will; she was the first mortal woman that I had ever looked upon as my equal.

Our equality, however, did not prevent me from sleeping around. I would always need more than one woman, and my lover agreed with me. My unique body could never be satisfied by a single person, though Gwen came closest to doing so. Truthfully the fact that I bedded other women, and the occasional man, excited my lover even more.

When her body grew tired from our lovemaking she would find great joy in watching me perform with whatever partner I could find. She would join in from time to time when her strength returned. She would sit nearby and bring herself to climax each time I mated one of her mares, or used one of her stallions to please myself.

After months of practice riding my shafts, my lover's body had permanently adapted to taking something of my size without discomfort. She cried tears of joy the first time I coaxed one of her stallions into mating her, the presence of one of my own cocks in her throat muffling her cries of pleasure.

And so my life went, filled with wonder until a year and a day had passed since my arrival in the CTA. Such a span of time is tied deeply into magic, and with my presence in the magic-sealed land, I had helped to weaken the barriers, allowing a few creatures of magic to slip in and move about with ease.

But what was to come would eventually blow the area wide open. With what was to come, we could harvest the grand stores of divine magic in the area, make the CTA our own. It was the goal that I had been sent to achieve.

I just wish they would have explained to me what they had in mind beforehand.

-o-

After my demonic transformation my dreams slowly ceased becoming the ramblings of my subconscious mind and had taken on aspects of demonic purpose. During the day I worked to spread the influence of the demonic, while at night I practiced to hone my craft as I would one day become a full fledged demon of Hell.

In life my current project had been a rather fearsome; a ruthless business woman whose mysandry had been widely known. Her torment was to suffer being filled with my horse cocks every night, finding herself craving them more and more.

I had altered her to suit my needs, thick tentacles grew from her back, each tipped with a lush lipped mouth and containing an eager tongue within. Even when she tried to resist suckling upon me her new appendages did so with instinctual glee.

Her arms were bound in a sleeve behind her and her legs were similarly bound to the knee, allowing me access to her sex if I so wished. I wasn't to that point yet, I'd told her that I would only fill her pussy when she begged me to.

With her once more refusing to willingly suckle upon the feast of horseflesh before her, I'd gagged her and enjoyed the ministrations of her mouth-tentacles. She'd been whimpering softly all the while as her dozen mouths hungrily partook of my milk and seed, but suddenly she'd begun to scream as best she could.

The noise pulled me out of my lustful daze in time to see Celeste approaching, a smile upon her face. I returned the grin and shooed away the tentacles as I stood to great my guide and guardian. Her soft feathered wings curled around me as we hugged, our lips meeting in a lustful kiss.

In the past year we had met often many times during my waking and sleeping hours to engage in the sweet bliss that our demonic forms could provide. Even though she had altered me against my will, I still adored her for it. She was kin now, a strange mix of mother and sister.

She had granted me demonhood, transforming my body and spirit into something more than the mortal man I'd been before. I bore the shape and coloration of her order, marking me as a special sort of succubus.

I had figured out how she had gotten around my desires. I had said that I did not want to be the girl I wished for, but with the presence of so many cocks one could easily see that I was not a girl; or at least not fully a girl.

We broke our embrace and I turned to my pet, who lay upon her back nearby, looking on in wide eyed horror and the twelve inch cock and grapefruit sized balls between her legs, which her curious tentacle-mouths were already exploring.

My demoness shrugged, "I figured that it would be a cruel, yet pleasurable act to perform upon her; now even with you gone she cannot escape the embodiment of her hatred for the masculine gender."

I chuckled, "A very good idea. I wish I'd thought of it."

Celesta caressed my back as she stood beside me, "We need you for a ritual, my dear." She purred, turning to tease the inside of my bovine ear with her forked tongue, making me giggle.

"Mmm... it's been so long since I've taken part in a ritual. What is it?" I asked, curious.

"The big one," Celeste said with a fanged grin, "The ritual that will break down the barrier between our realm and the material plane. There has been enough of our activity there to allow us to send a powerful beast of Hell through; though we need to perform a rather strange summoning to bring it about."

I nodded, "Good. I've been waiting for some help. The hidden stables are getting a touch full, after all."

Celeste merely smiled and placed her hands upon my temples, sending my spirit back to my slumbering body.

-o-

I regained consciousness, or what passed for it in my dreaming state, to a cold pinch and a feeling of pain. I felt the familiar bindings upon my arms and legs, the gag in my mouth, and the stone altar beneath me.

Now fully aware, I recognized the sensation; piercings. Aside from the four Celeste had done in each of my cocks, I'd had a few more done on my own, placing a few rings and studs in a variety of places. I'd been so busy I hadn't gotten anything done recently. I'd forgotten how much my demonic flesh adored the sensation.

To a trained succubus pain could be made into a form of pleasure, and in my first few months Celeste had been very hands on in my education of the arts and abilities of my new race. I moaned with delight at every metallic pinch upon my sides.

I didn't need to see the piercing to know what was taking place. I'd seen this practice put into place. Corset piercings; twin rows of rings on either side of the body through which laces or ribbons were wound. For most it was a temporary process, but with a devilish immunity to disease and infection, the rings could remain in my flesh for all eternity if I so desired.

The altar was well-covered in my sexual juices before they had finished, making the stone slick in places, sticky in others. Black ribbons were wound through the rings, though they were not tied off.

Instead I was lifted into the air, left to dangle from the cuffs upon my wrists and ankles. I wondered what sort of kinky deviltry that would be performed upon me when that unforgettable scent hit me.

Part sulfur, part burning grease, with a hint of wet dog, that smell only meant one thing. Cerberus, or at least one of them. The grandest of all breeds of hellhound, I could hear the large claws of the three headed canine as he was lead forward upon a leash.

I tilted my head back to allow me to see the creature. I shuddered at the sight of the red skinned beast, his sides sporting similar piercings to mine. My eyes widened as I knew what was going to happen.

Cerberuses were used to guard the exit and entry points into Hell. They were filled with such powerful, otherworldly energies that you needed a rather powerful portal spell to summon one, making it obey you was a different matter entirely.

Over time the creatures and the gates had become intertwined in myth, so wherever a Cerberus was located for a long period of time, such would become a passageway to Hell. I was still mortal, and thus belonged upon the material plane. By binding the hellhound to me, it would be considered a part of me despite its immortal, hellish nature.

I was torn between two extremes; my perfect body was about to be altered, bringing it away from perfection, but it was also going to be altered, I would once more feel the familiar warm, wonderful warping of my flesh as it took on a new shape. I couldn't decide if I ought to laugh or cry; instead I settled for moaning like a bitch in heat and showering myself with thick, hot horse cum.

The beast lapped at the droplets as he was lead beneath me. I raised my head as Cerberus' handlers positioned him properly. While this Cerberus was still more massive than any mortal animal, he was still, thankfully, not the biggest example of caninehood that I had ever seen. This one had been chosen for his similarity in size to me.

I realized as Celeste tied the end of Cerberus' ribbons to my own that the merger was going to be a bit... strange. Our flesh would unite with us in back to back position. The thought of having three heads flanking my own, or my upper body atop his shoulders, behind the three fearsome heads had come to mind. But this was a true oddity, a strange, unnatural deviation in form. The mere thought of it excited me like nothing I had thought possible.

The ritualists began to lower me, my back meeting that of the hellhound. Despite my hellish blood, he was warmer still. My demoness stepped around me, tying the ribbons upon the other side.

She grinned and licked my cheek with her forked tongue, "Ready?" she asked with a lustful gleam in her eye.

I couldn't nod my head fast enough. I gleefully and hungrily abandoned my perceived perfect for the unnatural, the unholy, the bestial and deviant. My lust easily overpowered my vanity as I leaned back, rubbing the back of my head against the central head of my new canine companion.

Cerberus tilted his other heads up and playfully licked and nibbled on my ears. I could see why they were using such a valuable creature for this project, even though hellhounds are meant to be friendly to those with demonic blood, this one seemed a little too easygoing for guard duty.

His serpent-tail curled around my own, the tail's forked tongue licking the hood of my own tail-serpent. I giggled through my gag at the tickling tongue, but then Celeste gave the ribbons a hard yank, drawing them tight.

My muscles turned to water as the wonderful burning I had felt a year before enveloped me once again. I had missed its warm caress, but I could not give up my beauty to satisfy my cravings. Not until now.

Our tails were the first to unite. The serpents were forced to uncoil as the flesh and bone fused, creating a single, sinuous tube of serpent. For half the length it became back-scales, the two patterns of the different serpents intertwining to create a new beauty.

Halfway along the length, our tail ceased their fission, retaining their individuality. The small scales giving way to underbelly scutes. I could now see through three sets of eyes, but the second serpent was not mine to control or command. It was merely a part of my body, but it belonged entirely to Cerberus.

I wished with all my heart that I could see the flesh of our backs merge, but even bending and twisting our tail, I could not get much of a view. Our hips and shoulders were in the way, and where those were not, rings and ribbons obscured the view.

But I felt it, oh yes, I felt it. Flesh flowing to the side like liquid to allow for bone to grate upon bone with a sound that set my teeth on edge. Our spines joined, and the sensations of the beast's body opened fully to me.

The four rows of rings, the two on my sides and the two on his, were now three, the ribbons winding between them in a pair of zigzag pattern. Cerberus huffed and panted as I moaned into my gag.

I felt my blood boil, my flesh burn, my bones consumed by inner fire. I had been transformed into a demon, but a succubus was not a creature of physical strength or durability. As the hellhound's blood flowed through our united veins, it seared away all weakness, consuming my lack of might and replacing it with his own beautiful power.

I felt renewed, like all my life had been carried out with the aches and fatigues of a grueling, torturous, all day marathon of exercise where I took every muscle in my body to near its breaking point and now I had finally had that hurting weakness washed away.

Cerberus' skin crept over mine, covering my arms, legs, shoulders, and sides with his strong, yet somehow still soft and smooth scales. I arched my back, or tried to, as I could not pull Cerberus weight upwards as my horse cocks erupted once more in climax as the heat surged through them.

Even throughout my demonic transformation my six horse cocks had retained their dappled pink and black coloration; but as hot seed surged forth from me that changed. What hung between my legs and lay nestled between my breasts was now pure black. My piercings moved back along the length, the trumpet-shaped cockheads swelling, coming to conical points, like a dog's cock.

Near the base of each shaft thick knots began to swell, my piercings and reins attached just behind them. I couldn't wait to run my hands over them, couldn't wait to shove them into Gwendolyn's eagerly awaiting pussy, ass, and mouth. The thought of my beloved pet made me climax all the harder.

The middle row of rings had vanished now, the ribbons longer than they had originally been, but Celeste drew them still tighter. I could see through Cerberus' eyes now, I could feel every part of his body, experience the world through his vibrant senses, his senses of scent and sound superior to my own.

The canine's blood had transformed me, burning away my weakness and replacing it with his strength, granting me a few of his characteristics. Now the process was going the other way, the beast was gaining a portion of my own attributes.

The creature growled softly as his three proud cocks grew, the balls swelling to match the equine size of my own. As the four eyes of our serpents watched the squat canine lengths elongated, the ends swelling into heads, the tapering length growing thick and fat, a medial ring appearing in the middle. In a few moments they were just as my own six were; a perfect, beautiful fusion of horse and dog.

Next came the tits, six of them, arranged in rows of three, mirroring my own. Cerberus bucked his hips, thrusting with his enlarged cocks as his new breasts swelled, growing as large and heavy as my own, equally as filled with milk. Thankfully he was a large dog, even with the elongated near-teats they still cleared the floor.

A second pair of ears, long and slender like my bovine ears, grew in on each of his heads behind the original pair. Joining them were equally bovine horns. The center one even gained my ram-like spirals, the horns too large for each head to have and retain any sense of comfort while looking forward at the same time.

Finally Celeste tied knots in the ribbons at the top of our piercings, symbolizing that were would be forever bound together as one flesh. With an additional three throbbing cocks in addition to my typical load, I felt much as I had on the day I became a demon; horny as hell.

Cerberus tried to move away, but my restraints held the two of us atop the altar. Celeste smiled and quickly removed them all, allowing Cerberus to leap off the altar, pouncing a nearby acolyte who had likely provided some of the spell casting power for the ceremony.

My beast didn't care. His strength overcame that of her robes as he thrust against her, tearing through the black fabric to penetrate the demoness' sex. I lifted my head up and raised a brow at Celeste, whose face darkened in a blush.

Well... that explained why he was so friendly.

-o-

It turned out that unlike my own members, Cerberus's were not in a state of permanent arousal. Though it took quite some time before he grew tired of fucking the lesser demoness we had captured.

The moment my dog pulled out of our fucktoy, Celeste latched a leash to his central collar. "Just a few final touches to complete the look; new collars for him and a few more piercings for you."

I smiled at the thought, crossing my hands behind my head as Cerberus did the walking.

"He's been prepared for this. When you want to walk on your own, you tell him to stand, ok? Just don't do it right now, we'll get the leash all tangled up." My demoness said with a chuckle.

I nodded and let Celeste lead the way. I shivered with delight as I realized that my demoness was essentially leading me around with a collar around my neck. I had been wrong before, what I had experienced the past year had not been perfection. Fused with one of the greatest beasts Hell had to offer, feeling not six, but twelve titties bounce and sway with every step, experiencing life through senses provided by six heads, and enjoying the delicious lack of control that a second consciousness offered, the joy and pride I felt told me that the form I had now truly was perfection.

Cerberus followed obediently at Celeste's heel, my demoness leading us away from the altar into a smaller, more private room.

Cerberus hopped up onto the bed and laid down, his six tits smooshing together, sending sparks of pleasure through our body as our weigh pressed them together. Celeste patted him on the head as she once again took out her mystical piercing kit.

She also pulled a trio of collars out of a belt pouch, as well as some leather straps. She hummed happily to herself as she replaced the beasts' collars with the new ones.

My demoness than took the piercing device in her hand, placing into it a huge, thick ring. My eyes widened at the sight of it, and before I knew what she was doing, the padlock shackle thick ring had pierced my upper-middle nipple.

I couldn't help it, I climaxed HARD. The jets of horse-cum splattered against the ceiling. "Wh... what?" was all I managed to stammer out before Celeste repeated the process with my lower middle nipple.

Every time I opened my mouth to speak, Celeste derailed my train of thought with another piercing. Once she was through with my tits, she had Cerberus roll over and added a few piercings to the beast's breasts as well, though smaller than my own.

Our body was fully aroused once again and Celeste laughed and gave Cerberus's cocks a playful stroke before having him roll back over.

I panted from the sheer power of those pain-induced climaxes. But my question was answered as Celeste used those leather straps to bind Cerberus's collars to my nipples.

The head on my right side was bound to my right side breasts with a Y-shaped strap of leather that looped around the inside of the ring and merged with itself somehow, leaving smooth, seamless leather attached to a smooth, seamless ring.

She repeated the same action for the left head. The center, however, was attached differently. Two straps linked the middle head to my upper middle nipple; another strap bound the rings in my top and bottom nipples together.

Celeste grinned as realization dawned, "When you want to steer Cerberus when he walks, just tug on the leashes in the direction you want him to go. I think you'll rather enjoy taking him for walks."

I reached up and gripped Celeste's shoulder, pulling my demoness down to me so that I could thank her properly with a lustful kiss. "Oh Celeste, thank you so much!" I choked out, tears in my eyes at the beautiful gift she had given me.

"Oh you are quite welcome, my pet, but I do believe that it's about time for you to go."

I cried out as my entire fused flesh seemed to erupt with sweet orgasm upon being called Celeste's pet.

I cursed as I felt the all too familiar sensation of being yanked back into the material world as I awoke.

-o-

It's been several months since that wonderful day, and the wonder and joy that I've woken up to every day of my life since arriving here still has not lost its charm.

Perhaps I was a bit obfuscating in the beginning, but I think my tale has explained itself.

This morning I awoke in the bed Cerberus and I share with our beloved Gwendolyn. Upon seeing the beast fused to me she was immediately delighted, able to slake her hunger for sex of a bestial sort even further.

I hadn't even woken up before she had virtually impaled herself upon Cerberus shafts, snuggled into the canine's breasts, much as she had done with me.

I've never felt jealous; Cerberus is a part of me, after all, even though he is under his own control. I feel all that he feels, so she makes love to us both.

I awoke to the soft tingling of the bells on the overdraft's tack and harness as he dosed me in his hot, beautiful seed as he does every morning.

Of course Cerberus once more rolled us atop Gwen, so that I took the brunt of the hot, sticky blast, while the canine and elven lovers remained mostly cum-free.

Cerberus's serpent tail snaked down, caressing Gwen's rounded belly. Her enlarged tummy bore the red-orange glowing sigils indicating demonic property, in this case informing everyone that the spawn of Cerberus grew within her.

Of that I was perhaps a little jealous, but not that much. My seed was not compatible with most women, after all. But the farm had grown quite wealthy on the stud services I offered. The black coated, orange eyed foals that resulted helped to spread the magic just a little bit further.

I lay in bed, basking in the sensation of pleasure as Cerberus climaxes, making Gwen cry out with delight as she's flooded with hellish canine seed once more. As the pregnancy has developed, she has steadily craved sex more and more.

I suppose it only makes sense, considering that now she's horny for two.

After letting the proud parents to be cuddle for a few moments, I turn and step off the bed, walking to the shower to freshen myself up before I tend to my morning duties here at the farm.

It's become a rather busy place recently. The plan has worked quite well, with Cerberus here; the farm has managed to gain a small portal to the lower planes and we've managed to get a few lesser demon visitors.

While the citizens are still blind to the workings of magic, spells can be worked here now, allowing for a lot of... fun happenings.

I switch to all fours, letting Cerberus walk to one of the new barns. I can't help it, I love lying back and relaxing, rubbing my breasts and tugging on the leashes, pleasuring myself while I get to my destination.

Once we arrive I order Cerberus to stand. I slide open the door and smile, looking at the hallway before me, each of the new cows having their own small stable/room to themselves.

My serpent tail picks up a bucket by gripping the handle with its mouth as I step towards the first one.

I unlock the door and step in, Cerberus draws in a deep breath, allowing me to fully experience the scents of arousal, sex, and milk upon the air.

The cow pulls her lips from around her shaft and looks up at me with a smile, "Good morning, Mistress." She says shyly.

I chuckle and pet her before coaxing her onto all fours over the bucket. She makes such a cute cow, even if technically speaking, she isn't a she.

She takes one of my cocks inside her ass like a pro as I give her a well-deserved reward for being such a good milk cow, allowing her large, udder-breasts to fill with milk so that she can be profitably milked every morning.

I alternate hands, one tugging at a think teat-nipple, the other stroking her plentiful bovine shaft. I had never thought up until recently that the farming life could agree with me. But as more and more demons arrive and start making pets and playthings for themselves, we need to do something with the ones they grow bored with.

I look forward to seeing the new arrivals, the creativity of my associates, sculpting the flesh of humans into something more interesting, more pleasing. The portal has grown large enough to bring a fiend-blooded Alicorn through, and I can only imagine what strange wonders she will create during her time here.

I am no longer unique in this realm, no longer the sole bringing of dark magics into the hollow void of rich, divine energies. Others have arrived and are doing their best to transform the CTA into a sort of Hell on earth.

Only this is going to be a rather strange sort of Hell, as Celeste and I have captured this prize for our fellows, it has been given to the Ordo Altaris to shape.

As the cow cries out in climax, I find myself pulled right along, though I still have the presence of mind to place the bucket where it will allow the thick, rich bovine seed to mix in with the milk.

It is what fills my mind now, fantasies of alteration, of taking mundane mortals and reforming them to be creatures of interesting and unique beauty. I cannot help it, it is what I was destined to become when Celeste transformed me into one of her own kind.

You see, my guardian demon is not unique. Our entire order of incubi and succubi share our lust for the fusion of man and beast, of manipulating wishes. Celeste has been teaching me how to use the divine energies here to great effect.

I can't wait for it, I can't wait for the day I can takes the gifts I've been given and bring someone else to this wondrous state of bliss that I feel. I know you'll love it. You may look upon me as a strange, freakish monster, but you have to realize that beauty is a state of mind.

Once you've been changed, you'll know how it feels to be truly beautiful as well.

So go on.

You know you want to.

Make a wish.