The New Mount
#1 of Junk
My stories are copyrighted, so NO takee! The fantastic illustrations; which inspired these stories, are the work of the talented and deliciously depraved 'd3monstar', whose work can be seen on the SoFurry site. He was gracious enough to allow me to use them to 'bring the story to life'.
The New Mount
By William W. Kelso
With a gurgling moan I shuffled closer to my Mistress, and reaching out with one of my misshapen arms; or was it a wing, I sobbed,
"Please, Mistress, not like this...please...I-I can't stand it...please...anything but... this..."
The erotically beautiful demoness that was my Mistress let me caress her face with a large claw, my touch irresistibly moving to her full firm breasts, and hissed,
"You will serve me as I see fit, slave."
I raised my head and gave a keening moan of despair, her laughter mingling with that sound of anguish, but she was my Mistress, and I dared not question her. I lowered my head again and regarded her with a mixture hate/desire/obedience/and perhaps a little...love? How could I not love her at least a little after the agonizing ecstasy she'd given me as she warped my soul and body into the horrible inhuman thing I now was. With a softer moan I looked out over the landscape, a burning baked plain with glowing lava showing through cracks in the surface. Hell, my new home. But the heat felt comforting, right, for something like me. And Hell was the only place something like me belonged, I knew that instinctively. Something like the thing I had become was never meant to see the light of day, and never would.
I waited docilely as my Mistress examined her newest slave, any resistance or reluctance was out of the question, and I had no desire to resist, I only wished to please as was my place as a slave. She owned me, body and soul, but I was far more; or less, then a mere slave. To be a slave you had to be human, but I was a...horror. As she ran her hands over me and examined me I whimpered in pleasure even as I remembered how I had come to be like this, had it only been an hour ago? It seemed like an eternity, but eternity was just starting, and I knew it would be a long, long, time.
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I had been so lonely, so sick of being the nice guy none of the girls; and later women, never even gave a second look. Oh, I wasn't ugly, but I was plain and a little on the heavy side. And so horribly shy. But surely I didn't deserve something like this? Even if I was so stupid; but far too late too blame any but myself now. Even a loser like me needed sexual relief, and while I was an accomplished masturbator I still craved the feel of real flesh, what it would be like to be with a woman, to be joined with a woman, to be IN a woman. I could have found a prostitute, but honestly did not know how to; and was also scared of contracting a disease. It was a time of terrifying things such as AIDS, antibiotic resistant syphilis, and many other sexually transmitted horrors. So I resorted to self-pleasure whenever my need became too great to ignore. And since looking at 'dirty' pictures helped I pursued the usual way of finding them, via the internet.
My search for such material led into more and more bizarre and strange subject matter, and eventually, the occult. I found I was horribly aroused by drawings and artwork of demonic creatures, my most intense and pleasurable orgasms reached while looking at 'art' most would consider depraved and/or obscene. And then I found a new site, reached by a link provided on one of the more graphic art sites I visited. I found it quite by 'accident', and it was just one page. Basically it said, "If you desire to summon a demon or demoness, send for free information." That was it, and a PO Box. There was no link, so it had to be done by snail mail. So I wrote down the address, sent a request, and four days large received a large brown envelope in the mail.
The envelope contained a very nicely drawn pentagram; in full color, on a piece of heavy cardboard, and several pages with instructions on how to draw and 'orient' a pentagram. And also a small catalog of 'accessories'. Things such as leather cuffs, ornamental daggers, kinky sex toys, leather get-ups for males & females, and the most important thing of all, black mass candles, $50.00 each, and you had to have five. But like I said I was stupid, I didn't understand how important those candles were. I figured it was a rip-off; I mean, $50.00 each for one lousy black candle? I thought myself quite clever when I went to a local crafts shop in and found some nice big fancy black candles for $5.00 each in the Halloween section. And by saving a lousy $225.00 I damned myself.
That same night I cleared a nice large spot on the floor of the loft I rented in an old refurbished red brick factory, and carefully drew the pentagram, making sure the points were lined up right according to the instructions. That part I got right, but maybe if I hadn't the summoning wouldn't have worked. The one time I got something right it had to be that. Of course I honestly thought it was a bunch of BS, but I figured, what the heck? What's the worst that could happen; I'd have to clean up the floor? The place was a dump anyway, and I doubted my landlord would even notice a pentagram drawn on the old concrete floor; it actually improved the place in my opinion.
So next I set the candles in the correct spot, lit them, and once they were burning with nice steady flames I took off all my clothes, put on a red bathrobe (closest thing I had to 'Sorcerer's' robes), and at the stroke of midnight I read the spell. It was a 'phonetically' correct one, so even someone not used to Latin at least had a chance of getting it right. I got it right. And with an impressive puff of dark red smoke something appeared in the pentagram, and I almost had an accident in my robe.
When the smoke cleared I realized I'd somehow achieved the impossible, or at least the improbable. I'd summoned a demon! Or more correctly, a demoness. The spell I used was one for summoning a 'member of the opposite sex'. And it had really worked! There was no doubt the creature in the pentagram was female, but there was also no doubt it was definitely not human. It stood up, and said,
"I am Vincix, who has summoned me?"
I'm afraid my initial response bordered on being incoherent, but finally I managed to say,
"I have summoned you, to, um, do my bidding."
"That remains to be seen" the demoness had said, "my powers are not infinite, nor is that which I can offer, but I will do my best to fulfill your desires. Now, what is it you desire?"
"I...I want you." I said, and then kicked myself mentally. "I mean I want what you can offer, I want to have sex with a...woman."
"Ah", the demoness had said with a smile, "I think I understand. You wish to be able to couple with any female you find desirable? That I can provide."
While she was talking I had noticed her flaring her nostrils and sniffing, then suddenly she paused and cocked her head quizzically, then smiled again; a smile that was terrifying, a smile that did not reach her inhuman reptilian eyes.
"Um", I said, "I also want lots of money, a better body, to be powerful, and..."
"Oh", the demoness said, "I'm sure you do, all mortals do. But the bargaining conditions have ...changed."
Then as I watched in dawning horror she walked to the edge of the pentagram, reached down and grabbed one of the candles, then clenched her fist and the melted candle oozed through her fingers and dripped on the floor.
"Silly mortal", she said, "did you really think I wouldn't notice you were just using plain candles to form the pentagram? They cannot hold one such as I." And she stepped out of the pentagram.
"I-I...you...you can't do that!" I stuttered, "You can't hurt me, you have to obey me!"
"Oh no", she hissed, tail lashing slowly "I have to do nothing, it is YOU who will have to obey ME! You are mine now, body and soul! Now, bow before your Mistress, my newest slave!"
Of course I tried to run, wouldn't you have?? But I didn't get far. She laughed, made a gesture, and I felt myself seized by an invisible force, and was thrown at her hooves. She put a hoof on my chest, and I looked up in horror as she smiled down at me, forked tongue licking over sharp fangs. And I cried, and begged, and pleaded, much to her great amusement. I know now it was the worst thing I could have done, but I was terrified and so very stupid.
"Please", I sobbed, "Please don't hurt me! I just wanted to know what it was like to have sex! I-I'll do anything you want! I'll send you back, and never bother you again!"
"Oh, my slave", she said, "You most certainly WILL do everything I want! Now, be quiet while I have a look at you. As to whether or not I hurt you, well, we will see."
As she reached down and ripped off my robe with one quick yank I'm ashamed to say I was fully aroused and rampant, I had been ever since she'd appeared in the pentagram. She wasn't human, but she was most definitely very much a female. Her body was basically human, well muscled but not ripped, her large breasts jutting and firm, Her head was partially human and bestial, with a muzzle similar to a baboons and had two horns, but her hair was long and silken, a reddish blond color. Her hips and torso were the most human part of her, but from the knees down she was furry and had cloven hooves in place of feet, and I could see a long tail swishing behind her. But my view was riveted on her sex, the dark pink lips of which were clearly visible on her large raised mound. She saw where I was looking, and smiled a knowing smile.
"So, slave", she hissed, "you find your Mistress desirable? Well then, my pet, how about a little taste?"
And she reached down and grabbed a handful of my hair, and pulling me into a sitting position she pressed my face between her legs, and to my horror I found my nose and mouth buried in her sex!
"Nuuhh, MfffffHH!" I moaned as I tried to get free, clawing at her arms and body with my hands. She pressed harder, and the soft rubbery lips of her sex flared over my mouth and nose. I couldn't breathe! "NFFF, M-MFFF, MFF-UMPFF!"
Her scent flooded my nostrils, powerful and bestial, no human female had ever given off pheromones like hers. And I held my breathe as long as I could, but finally I opened my mouth and gasped, trying to draw in air, and the fluids from her wet and swollen sex soaked my lips and wildly flailing tongue as I desperately tried to breathe! I found that if I used my tongue, if I thrust at her labial lips with it, if I slid it inside her, I could get just barely enough air to keep from passing out; so, gasping and slobbering, I 'ate' her sex. And after awhile I suddenly realized she was no longer holding my head in place, but was instead stroking my hair while I eagerly lapped and sucked at her quivering dripping pussy, unable to stop, craving more of her fluids, my senses reeling from the power of her heady musk. It was horrible; I knew what I was doing, but I was helpless.
"Yesss", she hissed, "that's good, yessss, don't stop, my slave! Pleasure your Mistress! Yesss!"
And I couldn't! I knew what I was doing was wrong, that it would have horrible consequences, but I couldn't stop! I didn't want to stop! I was already hers. I reached around and gripped the cheeks of her ass as I pleasured her orally, my tongue delving into her sex as deeply as it would go, her lips spread over my face and nose, my nose rubbing the large knob of her throbbing clitoris. Then suddenly she gave a soft grunt of pleasure, and climaxed. As her sex spasmed she grabbed my head again, grinding my face into her crotch.
Again I tried to pull away as her hot orgasmic juices flooded her sex, tried to keep from swallowing as my mouth filled with her ejaculate, but gulping for air I swallowed every last drop. Then she let me go with a pleased hiss, and I fell back sobbing in disgust, gasping and retching, my stomach churning from the demonic fluids filling it.
"Very nice, my slave, you pleasured your Mistress well, I am pleased." She cooed as she bent over me, and I felt her run her finger over the tip of my still rampant cock; I'd never been so hard in my life! Through watering eyes I watched as she licked a large drop of my glistening pre off her finger, then she gave a big fang filled smile, and said, "And you ARE a virgin! How absolutely delicious! Most lie about that you know, but you were telling the truth! We can tell you know, from the taste. Nothing is as sweet as a virgin's pre. What a GOOD little slave you are, I am pleased! A good little slave deserve a reward. Now, my pet, I think we should make your first time...memorable? Don't you agree?"
"N-Nooo, please...d-don't!" I begged as she straddled me and positioned herself; and I couldn't help but stare at her sex as she lowered herself onto me, the swollen wet lips dripping with her juices and my saliva. But; truthfully; despite my protests, I wanted her more then I'd ever wanted anything else, and of course she knew that. "N-Noooo....!" I sobbed as the head of my penis slid between her nether lips, and then she slowly impaled herself on my aching erection until I hilted, and then she remained like that, smiling that terrifying smile as she looked down at my sweat stained gasping face. "P-Please....!" I moaned.
"You know, slave" the demoness said, "normally I would save a virgin for one of my sister demoness's; such as Mistress Vulva; she'd love to get her claws on a tasty morsel like you, but I have need of a virgin for reasons of my own. You're exactly what I'm looking for."
"P-Please..." I moaned, "d-don't...p-please...!" But I honestly don't know to this day if I was begging her to let me go, or to start raping me. Or is it rape if you want it so very badly it hurts?? I can't describe how it felt, my aching hardness buried in the soft velvety smooth grip of her inhuman sex, and even motionless it was ... horribly wonderful as her vaginal muscle gently caressed my hardness as they sucked at me. "P-Please...."
She gave another smile, and bent over until her large breasts were rubbing against my chest, licked her tongue over my face, and hissed, "Now it starts!" Then with a grunt she began to rock back and forth as she rode me.
I writhed and bucked under her, first clawing and pushing desperately at her body as we moved together, not so far gone yet that I didn't realize this unnatural act would truly damn me forever, but oh God, the pleasure! It was like nothing I had ever experienced, or imagined possible. And soon my struggles became those of a different kind as I roughly kneaded and caressed her breasts and rigid rubbery nipples; the demoness hissing in approval, before my hands slid down to her waist and I began to lunge up into her, desperate to reach the release that I needed so very badly. All thoughts of escape, of resisting my defilement, of saving myself, were now gone as I gave myself to the pleasure, and to her. And despite the horrible almost unbearable ecstasy I was aware of a growing sickening pleasure in my guts as my stomach gurgled and heaved as it tired to expel the demonic fluids I had swallowed, but instead it absorbed them, and I began to...change. And the pleasure...!
She had pressed her muzzle to my mouth and her tongue had slid deeply down my throat as I moaned and gasped, my own tongue helplessly exploring her own mouth as the churning agony in my stomach began to spread, and when she pulled her tongue from my mouth with a wet slurp I screamed, and she said,
"Yesss, my slave, it is starting! Soon you will be that which I desire! Feel yourself changing, becoming something new and powerful! Yessss!"
I wanted to beg for her to stop the pain as my tormented body shifted and flowed like it had become soft, the bones malleable as they changed shape, but all I do was squeal and gibber incoherently; almost insane from pain and pleasure, and she smiled as she kept riding me, bringing me to the brink of orgasm again and again as she tormented me, denying that which I needed the most, making me helpless to resist the ongoing transformation from human to....
And it went on and on, my shrieks first rising higher and higher, then slowly becoming deeper and more guttural, less and less...human. I felt my aching penis began to swell and lengthen, the very shape changing, felt my balls swelling more and more, aching to be drained. But the most horrifying were the changes I could see. Through tear blurred eyes I watched as my fingers began to lengthen as I pawed at her heaving breasts, webs of skin forming between them as they grew, my thumbs pushing out and hardening into large hooked black talons. I gave an almost supersonic shriek as my skull softened and my face began pushing out into a blunt muzzle, long thick tongue flailing as I licked my Mistress's face and breasts, begging with my eyes for her to stop the pain, to give me relief, to make it STOP. And the whole time there was the pleasure, the horrible sickening pleasure growing in my loins as they changed.
The demoness reared upright, staring down at me with a look of delight on her bestial features, and I gurgled as I felt my chest began to expand, and soft mounds began to push out, not just two, but six, large nipples forming on the growing breasts, my stomach swelling as well, gurgling and churning, the nausea growing worse as I writhed in torment. I wanted to vomit up the fluids that were changing me, but couldn't, no matter how hard I tried I could only gag and dry retch, slobbering.
"Yesss, excellent!" She hissed, "You are coming alone very nicely!"
"Ur...urrr...urgggg!" I slobbered and gagged, "Puh-puh...urrggg...s-stopp!"
"Oh no, my pet!" The demoness said, "We have a ways to go yet, but then I will give you the relief you desire!"
With a rippling popping sound I felt my neck began to stretch, and gave a shrill squeal as I felt my hips collapse and reform, my legs convulsing and kicking helplessly as they too changed. I wanted to grasp her to me, but my increasingly long fingers flopped uselessly as I weakly flapped my rapidly forming...wings. And the agonizing ecstasy in my throbbing cock was becoming unbearable as it kept growing, her sex getting tighter and tighter, impossibly stretched, but still she rode me, hilting with every downward lunge as I rose to meet her, her moans and grunts of pleasure mingling with my cries of agonizing ecstasy as my body contorted and swelled, growing larger.
As she ran her tongue over my large rubbery; incredibly sensitive nipples, I groaned as two pinpoints of pain blossomed on my head, my skull aching as horns pushed out, the last of my hair falling away in straggly clumps. She shifted and pressed her muzzle to mine, and as our tongues entwined in a drooling slobbering 'kiss' I felt her eyes staring in to mine, and felt my own eyes start to change, and knew it was almost over. As her dripping tongue finally released mine I groaned,
"P-Please Mistress, ur-urrrr...n-no...more...!"
She smiled in response, and replied, "Yesss, I think you are ready! Tell me, my slave, do you desire the release I can give you? A release that will make you mine forever, to do with as I please, my slave for eternity? Do you desire more pleasure then you ever though possible? Do you desire...damnation?"
"Y-YESSSS! URRRGGGG!!!" I sobbed, growling and slobbering, realizing; to my horror, that I mean it.
"Then so be it!" The demoness hissed, and rearing back began riding me as fast and hard as she could, and as I came I arched under her and gave an almost supersonic screech as the greatest pain and greatest pleasure I had ever felt washed over my body as my lunging cock exploded deep inside her body, and I damned myself beyond any hope of salvation, my bellow of ecstasy fading into a keen of despairing anguish as I realized what I'd done, her laughter ringing in my ears.
But the pain wasn't over, and even as she stood up and I slid from the embrace of her greedy insatiable sex I was still changing, growing, swelling as I filled out and increased in size as I took on my final form. And I also realized my apartment was gone, I was lying on a burnt blackened surface, a ruddy glow coming from cracks crisscrossing the ground. But finally the agonizing sickening changes stopped, and with a loud hiss I gathered my wings under me and lurched upright, then stood swaying unsteadily, still not quite believing; not wanting to believe, what my eyes showed me. This was...obscene.
Too traumatized to do anything but stand still as my Mistress examined me, I could only stare at what I could see. At pallid hairless flesh, pasty and doughy looking, at six large sagging breasts with equally large aureoles and nipples, at powerful arms ending in large single talons that helped support and steady me, my 'fingers' folded tightly against my arms. No, not arms I realized, wings! And a sagging flabby belly resting on top of a truly huge penis, over three feet of its flaccid inhuman shaped length hanging from a large ribbed sheath; pre dribbling from it in a steady stream; and I could feel my balls almost dragging on the smoking ground, and from the wet sensitive feeling at the base of what could only be a tail I knew I was female as well as male, a hermaphroditic horror.
I was crouched, my legs longer able to straighten, long feet ending in long toes and talons digging into the ground to support my massive weight as I leaned forward balancing on my folded wings. The one thing I couldn't see was my face, but I could see my blunt muzzle with its flat sensitive nose, feel my large sensitive ears as they responded to distant sounds I shouldn't have been able to hear, my thick tongue slathering over surprisingly small fangs as I drooled constantly, unable to stop. Whimpering, I closed my eyes to block out the hideous sight, and would have cried had I been able, but tears were denied me. Nooo, please, nooooo!
I felt my Mistress's hands sliding over my body as she inspected her new slave, patting and stoking my slick flanks, caressing and stroking my huge penis making me groan in pleasure, but there was no way I could service her, my cock was larger then she was now. Finally I was able to regain some control of my vocal cords, and mewled and begged, not wanting to accept what I had become. But of course it was useless. There was no going back, what had been done could never be undone, even by my Mistress. Finally I gave up, hanging my head in despairing resignation.
"Good", the demoness said as she stared into my eyes and saw the resigned acceptance in them, "I think you're starting to understand. I have need of a mount to bear me across the skies of Hell, and you will do just fine."
And indeed I knew I would for I did have the gift of flight, but at a horrible price. At her command I spread my wings, shocked at how large they were, the rubbery webbed skin between the long slender 'fingers' looked paper thin as it stretched between my 'finger' bones, but I knew it was much stronger then even steel. As she inspected my wings I gave a soft moan of anguish, and she stroked the side of my head and I couldn't help but press my muzzle against her warm hand, and give a low croon of pleasure at the uncharacteristically gentle touch.
"There, there, my pet." The demonees murmured softly as she stroked me, "It will not be so bad. You gave yourself to me so easily, so willingly, such a fool you were. But I will take good care of you, you will be my prized slave, my mount who will carry me where I once had to walk. You will have the finest care, the finest females to service, and the finest males with which to mate when I breed you. You are a magnificent beast, and they will find you irresistible!"
And for some reason that made me feel better; that there were others like me, and I felt a sudden surge of...lust at the thought of females and males beasts like me, felt my penis stiffen and my vagina swell and ooze pheromone laced fluids. The demoness, smelling my growing arousal, laughed and gave me a final pet on the muzzle, and said,
"Yes, yes, soon my pretty! I promise you will never be alone in your stall. I will make sure you have all the sex you want. Now come, we must be away!"
As she tapped me on one of my wings I knew what she wanted; and obediently crouched lower as she climbed on my back. She seated herself on my neck, legs dangling to each side resting in front of my wings, and I could feel the wet slippery lips of her sex rubbing against my sensitive skin, and groaned in lust, her scent filling my nostrils; and she gave shrill laugh of delight as she kicked me, and with a loud hissing grunt I spread my wings and leaped into the air, carrying my Mistress into the glowing haze leaving nothing behind.
The End
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