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A Stronger Bond

Part 6

For a-lycotonum

By Draconicon

Roselle was pissed, and it was the first time since the start of her hazing trial that she had felt anything like that. The barely-dressed halfling growled under her breath, punching her hand against the opposite palm over and over again as she paced back and forth in her room. Her bonded partner, Sar'onnath, sat quietly on her bed, watching the halfling wordlessly. It didn't make Roselle feel any better about the situation.

"Fucking...fuck! I thought you said that the fucking bitch would be fun!" Roselle shouted.

"I didn't think that she'd be this...strong."

"What the hell are you talking about? You recommended her."

"Yes, well, Kaggotha has...a reputation. I thought that it was exaggerated, that I could control her."

"Well, you obviously fucking can't."

"Clearly," Sar'onnath said, shaking her head and looking at the ground.

Despite her own rage, Roselle realized just how far she was pushing things, and she pulled herself back a bit. Not much, just a hint, just a little notch back from where she had been, but enough not to rage at the goat-woman on her bed. She sighed, hopping up on the foot of the bed, rubbing the succubus where the furry hips met with fleshy torso, shaking her head again.

"Sorry. I just..."

"I know. She scares me, too."

That wasn't something that Roselle wanted to admit, but it was true. Kaggotha was a force of nature, and when the mare-demon wasn't corrupting Caelia - and corrupting her into something that the pair of them had never imagined - she was giving Roselle a look that promised to come after her, too. There was something about that sent a shiver down her spine, and made her feel like something horrible was coming. Which was weird, considering her debauched life since being linked with Sar'onnath.

Roselle rubbed the back of her head. She had always been something of a punk, a rulebreaker, but never like this. Since the beginning of the hazing trial, she had given in to all the urges that Sar'onnath gave her. There was nothing that was too over the line, nothing that made the halfling back down. It was all hot, all fun, all up for grabs. She'd fucked dogs, horses, orcs, everything that offered her a cock to suck and a hole to play with. Hell, she'd allowed herself to get tied to a horse's ass and spent the better part of an hour rimming it, just for the feeling of being so naughty.

And that wasn't even discussing the sort of things that she and Sar'onnath did when nobody else was around. The slutty succubus had a surprisingly strong submissive side, and when Roselle got going...fuck, she could really handle the whip. She loved putting the other woman down, but...

But that had been no fun at all when they saw what Caelia had with the Muse.

Roselle had recognized it, even if the dumb cunt hadn't. It was not fair, seeing how Caelia could resist what the Muse wanted to put her through. Not that Roselle wanted to resist -

Or...had she? It was hard to tell with the demonic pressure that she lived with, the corrupt hedonism that she had been encouraged to descend into. As it stood, she craved more, in many ways, but she didn't know why.

It didn't matter. What mattered was that Caelia hadn't had to go through that, and more, that she was lying to herself about not enjoying it. Roselle could handle a lot of stupid. She could handle prudes. She could handle idiots. What she couldn't handle were liars, and Caelia had been lying to herself from day one.

So, when they had the chance to hurt her, punish her, she was all for it. Having Sar'onnath to recommend someone else to bind her to, a demoness that was supposed to punish Caelia and humiliate her, had only sweetened the deal.

But we're supposed to be the ones in control. It's just supposed to be some fun before...

She grumbled under her breath.

"What the hell are we going to do about this?" Roselle muttered.

"I don't know," Sar'onnath said, shaking her head. "It's too late to send her back. She's too strong, here."

"How the hell is she that strong, anyway? I thought she was like you."

"A succubus, you mean?"

"Yeah. Ain't you supposed to be stronger?"

"I thought I was. Apparently, she hasn't lost nearly as much strength as I thought. Off in a corner of Hell, no followers, no more herd; she should have been easy to control..."

"Well, we better figure out a way to fix that soon, or..."

"You saw it, too?" Sar'onnath asked.

"Yeah...she's going horse-y..."

They had both seen it when they found Kaggotha picking Caelia up at the restaurant. The young woman's ass and pussy had been utterly ruined by some massive cock or other, and her legs were starting to go fuzzy. She had bigger breasts, too, her chest starting to fill out in a way that was usually reserved for puberty. Her hips, her ass cheeks, every curve that was supposed to represent a woman's femininity had grown bigger.

And that was just the start. She was still huffing, still drooling, her pussy obviously stuffed to the brim from whatever she was doing. Roselle had only gotten a hint of what was going on there, but Sar'onnath had gotten more.

Kaggotha was spreading her power and corruption through the other woman, leaving a hint of darkness behind, a horse-demon power that was already changing and claiming her body. It was going to spread further, too. There were already stories in the Red-Light parts of Absalom of the different horse-cocked, hooved, and other equine-featured people that were starting to show up.

They had made a mistake. Kaggotha's power had not shrunk in Hell. It had grown, and now, she was spreading that power through the mortals around her, creating another herd for herself.

Bad enough that she's doing something so blatant...but worse if we get caught.

She'd get punished by the Arcanamirium for being part of this, as she should have known better. Sar'onnath would be sent right back to Hell, likely punished down there for releasing someone that was supposed to be bound further in the depths of Hell for this very reason. They were both in serious shit if they didn't find a way to get a handle on the situation.

And neither of them were able to focus all that well, due to their own bond and the fact that Kaggotha was only a few rooms away. They could both feel her aura, her lustful presence, and while the pair of them were somewhat successful in holding the aura in abeyance - Sar'onnath was a succubus, after all, and that aura protected Roselle to an extent - they still felt it, and the urges that came with it. Their pussies were both soaked, and their legs shifted, spreading and then closing over and over again.

Roselle grimaced, getting back to her feet and pacing once more. Her juices were running down her legs, staining her thighs and running all the way to her feet. She squelched as she walked, her pussy lips sliding against each other, the weights on her nipples bouncing distractingly.

"What the fuck are we going to do?" she muttered.

"Maybe we could get some wild horses in."

"You seriously think that'd work?"

"Kaggotha likes them big," the goat-woman said, shrugging. "It's not exactly out of the realm of possibility."

"And what would that do? Just get her fucking all day?"

"It would give us a chance to talk to Caelia."

"Fuck..."

If nothing else, that might give them a chance to warn the other woman, at least. If she knew what was going on...

The hazing rules allowed the outsiders - from demons to Muses to angels to elementals - to do what they wanted with the mortal that they were bound to. The whole point was that the mortal was essentially helpless during the hazing period. When it was over, they were - by rules - brought back to their normal self, and nobody was allowed to bring up what had happened during the hazing ever again.

That would normally mean that Caelia was safe, but Kaggotha was an insanely powerful demon. Her corruption had every chance of lingering, particularly if the other woman didn't know it was happening to her. It could settle in deep, turn her into a happy, eager mare, and she wouldn't be able to change back at the end.

And if that happened, someone was going to start asking questions, and then Roselle would be in the shit for letting it happen in the first place. And that was if the corruption didn't spread before that, going through the Arcanamirium, or through the town, and infecting a shit-ton of unprotected people with demon corruption.

"Fucking...we're the good guys now, aren't we?" Roselle asked.

"Ugh...don't even. This is just self-preservation."

"It better be. Ugh. Just makes me sick thinking about it."

"We'll fuck a couple of criminals to death later to make up for it."

"Yeah. Fuck. Ugh. Okay...okay, you said horses?"

Caelia was barely aware of the world as she laid on the bed, staring at the ceiling. Kaggotha had carried her back to the dorms, and she didn't know what to think as she felt her holes pulsing. There was a lust down there, a heady, hungry need that didn't want to go away no matter how many times she relived what had happened to her in the stables. The memory of that gryphon knot didn't want to go away, and neither did the happy, pleasurable soreness that lingered down there. She just -

"Cum."

The demon's word forced her off the bed, arching her back and thrusting her hips towards the ceiling. She whimpered, moaned as she resisted the building pleasure, before screaming as it exploded out from between her legs. Another thick stream of fluid launched from under her clit, falling in a line of wet and darkening the wood at the foot of her bed. Four other lines lay in the same area, some crisscrossing the others, others just goint away from her.

She sagged down against the mattress, panting and sweating. She turned her head slowly, glaring at the mare-demon.

"Can't...can't you stop...please...just for a few minutes..."

The mare chuckled, shaking her head. The nude woman sat on a chair that pressed against the door, keeping anyone else from coming in to check on her, keeping the rest of the dorm from being able to see what she was going through. Caelia shivered, trying not to look at the other woman the way that her buoyed libido wanted to; the last thing she wanted was for her needs to start latching onto the mare the way that they had done with the Muse while she was still around.

Yet, despite the wanton, almost disgusting body of the mare-demon, it was impossible not to see some sexual things that she liked. Even as her pussy and ass craved the touch of cocks, she found herself looking at the mare's broad breasts, at the way that the nipples were so big as to be teats, and how they seemed to beg for attention. She looked down the other woman's body, looked at the space between her thick thighs.

Kaggotha chuckled, and just as Caelia's eyes incidentally reached that swollen, distended sex, she spoke again.

"Cum."

"Nnnnnngh!"

The forced orgasm wrenched through her, leaving her gasping for breath as she fought against the building, fiery explosion down between her legs. The sensation of utter helplessness humiliated her, just as the feeling of inevitable pleasure made her wetter than ever. She felt like she had become nothing more than slime between her legs, with hot goo running from her swollen sex down to her asshole. The hot flesh had grown, becoming puffier and puffier the more aroused she became, and Kaggotha wasn't letting her come down from it. All she got was the continued humiliation of being turned on more and more and more until -

"AAAAAGH!"

She screamed, grinding the back of her head against her pillow as the magic overcame her again, thrusting her hips against the air. Her clit felt like it was popping in and out from under its hood, getting teased and stimulated as she squirted across the room. So much fluid, so much mess hitting the floor. She whimpered, rolling her head to the side to try and pretend that it wasn't happening.

Despite her best pretenses, she could feel the spasming still going on down there. Her pussy had somehow grown, spreading out, getting heavier and puffier. She had a horse-shaped pussy between her legs, and it had linked up with her asshole. Dark flesh ran around both holes, making it look almost like a key-hole down there. Her ass cheeks, bigger and heavier than they had been, pushed out around a hole that felt like it was getting more swollen, and looser, with each successive orgasm.

Horse...

She was becoming a horse. Somehow. She was becoming a horse between her legs. There was no hiding the fur that had come in along her thighs, or the way that her arms were becoming a copy of her lower limbs. Bulk in the form of muscle and fat had spread across her body, giving her a different shape, a different form.

It wasn't her, but she was made to show it, anyway. Her breasts sagged heavy on her chest, and she groaned under her breath as she felt just how much weight they had. They were big, bigger than they should be, and they pulled on her whenever she stood up. Her own nipples were growing, too, becoming something more bestial, more suitable for milking and feeding young.

She could feel something else, too. Something more than just the feeling of the controlling bond between them. There was something in her, right in her pussy that made her feel hungry for more sex, despite being fucked so well already.

"Please...just...mercy..."

"No mercy. Must learn."

"Nnngh...it's so...hot..."

"Heat is good. Keeps you hunting."

"I'm not..."

"Hunt for cock."

"Hunt for...nngh..."

The pressure on her was so strong, and it was so very different from the Muse. She couldn't resist this. Not forever. Not even for long. The more that the demon held her in focus, the more that the pleasure rushed through her, and the more that she had to do to try and resist it. The need, the hunger, the urge to be rutted was only getting worse.

Why would mom...why would anyone want this...to be horny...forever...

Caelia rolled her head from side to side, feeling as if she was in the depths of a fever dream. No matter how good it felt, it made her feel like she was slowly dying in the heat of that fire. Sooner or later, she would lose her grip on herself, and she would go out for the big cocks again. She would humiliate herself, the way that she had nearly done at the restaurant. Someone, somewhere, would see her, and they would never let her forget what she had become.

A beast. A beast-fucker, too.

Kaggotha leaned over her, the equine demon stroking her head. She whimpered, feeling like she was in a nightmare.

"Please..."

"You learn. You want."

"Nnnngh...you make me...want..."

"Good. Soon, you want for you."

"I...won't..."

"Heh. Will."

That hand ran down her body, touching her tits, and then her stomach. The demon's hand glowed, and she braced herself for another spell -

Only for Kaggotha to stop. The other woman paused, looked up, and then slowly tilted her head to the side. A slow smile began to flow across her face, something that made her look all the more horse-like despite the horrible, chilling nature of her expression.

"Mmm..."

"What?"

"Something I want."

The demon stood, and she had a moment of relief. The sheer heat that had all but consumed her faded, leaving her able to collapse properly on her bed. All the tension in her muscles faded in little more than a second, leaving her shaking from head to toe at the sudden release.

"Stay here," Kaggotha said.

"Mmmph...can't leave..."

"I know."

The demon walked to the window, her wide ass so wobbly and large that it seemed like she wouldn't be able to go through. Yet, she somehow managed it, passing through the window and onto the street outside with a soft clip-clop. Caelia watched her go, and then sagged even further into the sweat-soaked bed.

Ah...how long...

How long? How long until she broke? Until she could no longer resist? Until something changed or until she did?

She couldn't even finish the thought. How did she plan on keeping herself intact until the end of this? Caelia wanted to cry, but she was too dehydrated from all the orgasms to be able to do that, and just slumped down.

"Okay, she's gone," Sar'onnath said, reappearing with a soft whoosh. "I don't think we have more than an hour, but she's gone."

"Fucking finally. She better fucking appreciate this," the halfling muttered.

After all, those had been the prize breeding stallions of a visiting prince, here to attend the graduation of another student. If she got caught releasing all those bad boys, she would have probably been expelled. As it stood, she would stand a greater chance of being punished in a minor way if they could pin it on her.

"Fucking cunt better be grateful for this."

"If nothing else, we can extract a bit of personal revenge this time," Sar'onnath said.

"Too right."

They had to fiddle with the dorm door for a moment, but after managing to dislodge whatever was holding it in place - a chair, it turned out - the goat-woman stepped inside. Roselle followed, only to cover her nose almost instantly.

"Fucking hell, what the fuck? You been using the room as a toilet or something?"

"Nnnngh...mmmph..."

Caelia barely stirred in her bed. The halfling shook her head, looking at the other woman...and for a half-second, actually felt a stirring of sympathy. Kaggotha's partner looked all but dead to the world.

"What the fuck?"

"She's drained. Forced to cum a few hundred times, by the looks of it. And smell," Sar'onnath said, waving her hand in front of her face.

"I thought you'd like that shit."

"Kaggotha takes it further than I do."

"Seriously? I thought -"

"There's a difference between a succubus and...her."

Not needing the reminder in the difference in their power levels, Roselle walked up to the sleeping woman. She was still kind of shocked at the changes, but up close, there were things that she had missed the first time.

Like the fact that Caelia's pussy wasn't the only thing that had been swollen. Her clit pushed out from between her pussy lips, slowly in the process of retracting, but she had grown three inches to that thing. Three inches, to the point of making it look like a small cock rather than just a little pleasure button. It pulled back gradually, the clit hood covering it almost like some bestial sheath.

Fucking hell...

She knew that she had been transformed to some extent, knew that she had been given other wants and needs by her partner, but this was something that was on an entirely different level. This wasn't even the sort of thing that you could even kind of argue was good.

Fucking hell, she's making me the fucking GOOD GUY! Dammit!

Roselle grumbled under her breath, fumbling for a cup on the nightstand. She held a finger over it, casting a basic spell of creating water, and then spent the rest of the spell blasting the other woman in the face with it.

That worked. She woke up almost immediately, sputtering and gasping. Roselle chuckled as she let the rest of the water go out the window. As Caelia leaned her head up, she held out the cup of water.

"Drink. You're gonna need it."

"Nnnngh...where'd you come from?"

"Down the hall, where else?"

"Where's..."

"She's chasing after some horses," Sar'onnath said. "We can't stay long, but we needed to talk to you."

"Nnngh...what for?"

"Something serious involving her."

Wanting a distraction from the 'good deed' that they were doing, Roselle started looking through the other woman's bedroom. Under the bed, mostly, because that's where most of the good stuff was. She was sure that she'd find something down there, something that would give her a clue that this was all deserved. After all, the prudes always had something that gave away their true desires, and the liars that pretended that they didn't tended to have something that they really wanted to give them away.

Instead, she found a small pile of shed scales, and besides that, a pile of iridescent dust. She arched an eyebrow at that, standing up again. Sar'onnath had started talking about the dangers of Kaggotha, but Roselle's curiosity overwhelmed her.

"Hey, bitch. What the fuck's that dust down there?"

"Dust?" Caelia asked, her voice more of a croak than anything else. "What...dust?"

"Hey, don't start fibbing to me now. I can see that shit."

"Drink," Sar'onnath said before the woman could speak up again. "Rose, can it wait?"

"Ugh. Fine."

The halfling shook her head, reaching down and pulling at some of the scales. She tilted one, dragging it under the dust pile and scooping some of it up. Whatever it was, it looked pretty fucking valuable.

Caelia felt like her head was still swimming. The fact that Roselle had come to her room was weird enough, but the fact that the demoness paired with her had followed, and that they were being nice, felt about as wrong as it got. She rubbed the back of her head as she was held upright by the goat-woman's arms, trying to sort out her thoughts and listen at the same time.

"Look, here's the long and short of it. You need to get to a cleric. Today."

"Nngh. Besides the obvious...why?"

"Because Kaggotha is going to use you to create a herd up here."

"Mmmph...hazing stuff...gets turned back to normal," Caelia muttered between sips of water. "No danger."

"Actually, there is."

"...Why?" she asked, opening one eye. "And why to me?"

"Because..." Sar'onnath glanced down the bed at Roselle. "Well, I can't get into specifics, hon. But you're going to be in serious shit, and us too, if you get too corrupted. She's strong enough that it could stick around."

"Mmph...impossible."

"Trust me. It's possible."

"But - wait. Wait."

She finished her water, shaking her head. It still didn't feel good, and her whole body felt completely out of whack, but it was starting to clear, finally. The water was helping, particularly after she had sweated out so much and squirted even more across the room. She sat up without help, and the goat-woman winced as she fixed the demon with a glare.

"You're telling me that she's strong enough to actually do something...lasting?"

"I'm saying she could be. And, you know, better to take precautions."

"And you recommended her?!"

"Like I said, it's not guaranteed, it's just -"

"Whooooooa, that's some gooood shit..."

Both transformed mortal and nervous demon whipped their heads around to the halfling at the foot of the bed. Caelia barely noticed the dust that covered Roselle's lips and nose; she was more focused on the blue scale in her hand.

"What the - where did you - give me that!"

She lunged for the halfling, and whether because Roselle didn't care or because she was too high to dodge, she managed to snatch the scale from the other woman's hand. It was an exact match to her own...except that it was a lighter blue, something that wasn't as forcefully burnt and corrupted compared to the others on her feet. The minute she touched it, though, it started to dissipate, rolling down her fingers, coating her flesh in the same deep, light blue as her feet had been before being bound to Kaggotha.

"What...what the..."

"Oh, that's new..." Sar'onnath muttered.

"How...why..."

Caelia stared at her darkening fingers, watching as the tips turned from nails to claws, and then to something just a little sharper, a little longer. They would be difficult to wrap around a cock, now, something that she was almost grateful for, but the sight of them was more than a little bit disturbing.

Yet, at the same time, she could feel something...comforting, something light. Just seeing them change, seeing them go dragon rather than flesh, made her feel like she had just gained some of her beauty back. Her hands, while no longer human, didn't feel like they belonged to the beast that the rest of her body had become. She wrapped her arms around her middle, feeling almost like her hands had been armored against what was to come.

She felt like the Muse was there, for that moment.

It faded, of course. Her hands remained scaly, the beauty remained, but the raw comfort faded. Shaking her head, Caelia looked up at the other two again.

"What was that?" she asked.

"Dunno," Roselle said, groaning and snorting. "Damn, that stuff was fucking strong. Doesn't last long, though. Shit."

"What are you talking about?"

"The powder on the scales, dumbass. What the hell is that stuff?"

She had no idea what Roselle was talking about. Finally finding the energy, she crawled to the edge of the bed and looked over it.

There, right at the end of the bed, hidden behind where the blankets would normally fall, was a small pile of six little scales. They must have shed while she was still with the Muse, because she hadn't let loose any others. They were half-covered with a pile of glittering golden dust, the same shade of gold that had come when the Muse had been using her powers, when the power of inspiration had been in the air.

Whether it was a gift that had never arrived, or something that had been shed from her and swept away by an overly-assiduous maid, she didn't know, but it seemed to have some power to it. Not enough to banish her demon transformation completely, but enough to guard parts of her against it.

Turn horse or turn horse-dragon...not a good pair of choices...

But just touching the scales, feeling them on her hands, made her feel like there was still some good in her life. She smiled, shaking her head with an odd feeling of happiness that coursed through her.

"I...I'm..."

"Going to a cleric?" Sar'onnath said.

"Hmm?"

"We just said, you'll need to see a cleric. Just in case."

"..." She slowly sat up, narrowing her eyes at them. "You know more than you're telling me."

Roselle blinked, cocking her head to the side.

"Since when do you talk all tough like that, bitch?"

"Since I've come through the wringer and I'm still standing."

"Yeah, well, it's gonna get -"

"Shut up."

"What? The hell you - mmmph!"

Shifting her position on the bed and jamming a clawed foot over the halfling's mouth, she pushed down until Roselle was on the floor, under the ball of her foot and unable to get up. She fixed the goat-woman with a narrow-eyed glare, something that she found herself surprised to do, but something she didn't actually struggle with.

For all that she hated how Kaggotha had made her love the rough stuff, she had to admit that it had done something to her. It had pushed her to the point where anything that these two could throw at her felt like nothing in comparison. Standing up to them was just...easy, now.

"I want to know what the hell is going on."

"Mmmph! Mmph!" Roselle protested from underfoot.

"Oh, shut up." She shook her head, glaring at the goat-woman again. "Tell me what's going on."

"Nothing."

"Bullshit."

"Okay, nothing yet. Which is why it's really important for you to get to a cleric while you can, while Kaggotha is busy."

"Why?"

"Because..."

"Because she's stronger than you thought. I know that much. But why? What will happen if I go there?"

"Well...um..."

"Tell me everything, or I'll stay right here, and I'll make sure that Kaggotha finds out that you tried to warn me about her."

That was enough. Suddenly, the threat of the mare demon pushed Sar'onnath to spill everything, and it was more than enough to leave Caelia wide-eyed.

These...morons!

The End

Summary: Kaggotha continues the slow beat-down of Caelia's sense of self, while the two troublemakers feel the risks piling on.

Tags: F/F, Forced Orgasm, Corruption, Beast-Woman, Demon, Humiliation, Squirting, Orgasm On Command, Cum, Equine, Horse, Mare, Fantasy, Series, Transformation, Dragon, Halfling,