#demon tf

[skyegrimalkin]

This is why you always stand inside the ritual circle when you're trying to summon a demon. Irreversibly transforming into the demon in question is actually a good and desired outcome; I dunno what to tell ya. Art by @nighterrandt

[fafnir19]

Would it be possible to ask if I could be turned into a demon himbo please?

The excitement of the upcoming soccer match buzzed through the air as you and your teammates, the Golden Army, arrived in the quaint town for the tournament. You shared a laugh with your twin brother, Logan, as you stepped into the opulent lobby of the hotel, its grandeur matching to your  success. The team had spared no expense, booking luxurious suites for the duration of your stay. You and Logan, inseparable as always, had the most extravagant suite of all—a spacious black and gold haven. After checking in, you decided to hit the hotel gym, eager to keep up with your training regimen. As you worked up a sweat, the anticipation of the soccer tournament grew, and you imagined the sweet taste of victory. Dripping with sweat, you headed back to your suite, ready for a hot shower. As you entered, a familiar scene greeted you—Logan, your mirror image, entangled with a stranger. This time, it was a blond twink, his lithe body pressed against Logan's muscular frame. You smirked, remembering the countless flings Logan had during your travels. He never seemed to tire of finding new playthings in each town. Usually, you'd join in the post-training make-out sessions, but today, something holds you back. Perhaps it's the intensity in Logan's eyes as he kisses the boy. Unbothered by your presence, Logan continues his display, his hands now roaming freely over the twink's slender frame. You shake your head, deciding it's time for your shower.

As you turn to leave, a faint blue light catches your attention. The blue light began to glow from the blond's palms, and before you could react, a sphere of energy was launched in your direction. It enveloped you, and in a flash, your world changed. Your golden soccer kit melted away, replaced by a skimpy silver thong that left little to the imagination. You felt a strange sensation on your temples, and when you reached up, you discovered small, delicate horns. As if that wasn't bizarre enough, wings sprouted from your back, and your body transformed. Your muscular build softened, becoming lean and graceful, and your features took on a more youthful, boyish appearance. You stumble, falling to your knees, the room spinning as you adjust to this unexpected shift.

Kneeling on the floor, you struggled to comprehend what had just happened. But your confusion was short-lived as your gaze fell on Logan. In that moment, you saw him as if for the first time. His chiseled features, so similar to your own, now held a new allure. Lust stirred within you, an unfamiliar desire was swelling in you. The fact that he is your twin brother no longer seems to matter as desire clouds your judgment. Your plan was simple: pleasure him until he was putty in your hands, and then take what you wanted. With determination, you pull down his shorts, exposing his manhood.

Your tongue darts out, licking the tip of his cock, and you hear a soft moan escape his lips. "Mmm... Scott, that feels incredible," Logan's voice is husky with desire. As you work his shaft, taking it deeper into your mouth, his cock responds, growing harder with each suckle and moan.

The blond twink, the sorcerer who had altered your form, moves behind you, his touch light on your back. But your attention is solely on Logan, and the twink's presence fades into the background. His fingers trail down your spine, causing a shiver, and then there's a slight pressure as he pushes a finger into your tight hole. You gasp around Logan's cock, the sensation both unexpected and strangely arousing. The twink's other hand finds your horns, stroking them gently, and you realize these touches are not just arousing but also soothing, making you pliable. "Ah... yes, just like that," Logan's voice is a low growl, his hips moving slightly, encouraging you to take more of him. The sorcerer's fingers continue their dance, working you open, and your own cock throbs with need. You're so focused on Logan's pleasure that you barely register the twink's actions until he adds a second finger, stretching you further. "Oh, fuck!" Logan's hips jerk, and you feel his cock twitch in your mouth as he gets closer to the edge. Your own desire spikes, and you know this is the moment. Pulling off his cock, you look up at Logan with lust-filled eyes. "I want you, Logan. Let me take you."

But before Logan can respond, the twink coos, his voice like silk, "Ah, no, no, my little demon!" With a sudden tug on your horns, he pulls you away from Logan, breaking the intimate moment. You stumble back and you lose your balance, falling onto the hardwood floor, your wings spreading instinctively to cushion your fall.

Logan stands above you, his cock hard and glistening with your saliva, a stark contrast to his usual relaxed demeanor. "Oh..." The realization hits you like a punch to the gut. This isn't how it was supposed to go. You were meant to be the one in control, dominating Logan, not the other way around. Logan's eyes burn with a new fire, and he doesn't hesitate. He steps between your legs, tearing the silver thong away. "No, wait!" you cry out as Logan positions himself at your entrance. The tables had turned, and he was now the one in control. His hard cock thrust into you, claiming your body with a ferocity that left you breathless. The sorcerer continues to stroke your horns, and you feel a wave of submission wash over you. Your protests die in your throat as Logan thrusts forward, claiming you further in swift motions. "Ahh!" Your cry echoes in the room as Logan fills you, his cock pushing past the resistance of your soul. He sets a relentless pace, pounding into you, and your body becoming a vessel for his pleasure. "Sweet little demon, surrender to your new form," the twink purrs, his voice hypnotic. The stroking of your horns sends a strange calm through your body, making it hard to think, let alone resist. "Ah, yes, let go of your human inhibitions," the twink whispered, his fingers trailing down your back, sending shivers through your body. "You're not one of them anymore. You're a demon, a creature of pure desire and pleasure." Logan's thrusts became more intense, his moans filling the room. The feeling of his hard cock inside you was overwhelming, and you found yourself surrendering to the sensations, your body betraying your previous desires. "That's it, let it go," the twink encouraged, his fingers now stroking your horns with increasing speed. "You're not Scott, the soccer player. You're Sxodnir, a demon of lust and desire. Your purpose is to serve and please." His words resonated within you, and as Logan's pace quickened, you felt a surge of arousal. Your eyes widen as you realize what's happening. The stroking of your horns was like a spell, making you pliable and docile, erasing your former desires. "Oh... oh yes!" Logan's voice cracked as he drove into you, his body glistening with sweat. His eyes locked with yours, and for a fleeting moment, you saw the brother you knew, but then, something shifted. The brotherly bond faded, replaced by a new, unfamiliar yearning. The realization hit you like a bolt of lightning. You weren't thinking of Logan as your sibling anymore; he was your master, and the thought sent a jolt of pleasure through your body. Your cock, throbbing and hard, responded to this newfound submission, and you couldn't hold back any longer. With a cry of surrender, you climaxed, your essence shooting out in a warm release. Logan's eyes widened as he felt your ass clench around him, and with a final, powerful thrust, he surrendered to his own release, filling you with his seed. "Yes!" he grunted, his body shuddering. "The transformation is complete!" the twink exclaimed, his voice filled with triumph. "You are no longer brothers, but a demon and his master! Sxodnir, the Himbo-demon, is born!"

As your vision clearer in the aftermath of your climax, you see Logan and the twink embracing, their passion evident. "You've given me the perfect gift, Felix. My brother is now an obedient servant." Logan's eyes find yours, and he smiles, a mix of satisfaction and mischief. "Sxodnir, huh? I like the sound of that. No more sharing the spotlight, my … not brother anymore," Logan said smirking down on you. "You'll be the talk of the Golden Army as their new mascot." The twink Felix, now your master, added, "And you'll serve us both with unwavering devotion. The seed of our union will ensure your loyalty." Logan, still standing tall above you, grinned triumphantly. "You were always the more popular one, Scott. Now, as Sxodnir, you'll know your place." As their words sank in, you felt a shift within your very being. The sense of obedience they spoke of wasn't forced; it was natural, a part of your new identity. Logan and Felix as your masters...it feels strangely right, and the idea of being their obedient demon is oddly arousing.

Logan was laying his arm around your shoulder and running with the hand through his hair. "And I think it's time we introduce our new mascot to the team. The Golden Army will love having their very own Himbo-demon." The blond twink nods, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief. "Indeed, they will adore you, Sxodnir. And you'll adore serving them, won't you?" You can only nod, the words 'yes, master' forming on your lips. A satisfied grin appeared Felix’ face, "I knew you'd be the perfect little slut, Sxodnir!" "I... I am yours," you whisper, your voice filled with newfound submission. Logan and Felix exchanged a satisfied glance, their plan a success.  Your words were simple, but it holds all the devotion and obedience you now feel. No longer a soccer player, no longer Scott, you are Sxodnir, a lower demon with a purpose—to bring luck and pleasure to the Golden Army and to serve your new masters faithfully. As the team's mascot, your presence brings an air of magic and excitement to their games. The players touch your horns for luck before each match, which drives you wild by lust, your new form a testament to the power of sorcery and desire.

[sorcerer-felix]

Bruuh huhuh ma deepest desire is to serve and worship u and become a himbo demon, like Sxodnir, becoming urs huuhuh

You had always been a man of action, a defender on the soccer field, ready to tackle any challenge that came your way. But today, you found yourself in a different kind of game, one that would change your life forever. The transformation of your teammate Scott into the himbo demon Sxodnir had sparked a curiosity within you, a desire to explore a new identity. And it was Felix, the enigmatic sorcerer, who held the key to unlocking this new world. As you stepped into Felix' sleek apartment, you felt a tingle of anticipation. You had deliberately chosen to wear a casual white shirt instead of your signature golden soccer kit, hoping to keep this encounter a secret from your teammates. Felix' eyes widened in surprise at your unusual attire, but he welcomed you with a mischievous smile. "Jacob, what a pleasant surprise. I didn't expect to see you here, especially not in such a... discreet outfit." "Yeah, Felix," you replied, your voice low and steady. "I wanted to talk to you about something... personal." Felix' eyebrows arched in curiosity. "Oh? And what might that be?" You took a deep breath, steeling yourself. "I want to become a himbo demon, just like Scott. I mean, Sxodnir." The words feelt strange coming out of your mouth, but the desire burning within you was undeniable. Felix' eyes sparkled with amusement. "I see. And why the sudden interest in becoming a demon?" "I... I admire Sxodnir's transformation. He's more confident, more... appealing. And the way he serves you, it's... it's hot." You felt your face flush, but you pressed on. "I want that. I want to be transformed and serve you." Felix' lips curved into a mischievous smile. "Well, Jacob, it's not as simple as you might think. Sxodnir's transformation was triggered by a specific act—fornication with his brother." Your eyes widened at the revelation and a flicker of disappointment crossed your face. "I don't have siblings. But I'm willing to do whatever it takes." A mischievous smile played on Felix's lips. "Are you now? Then sit." He gestured to the couch, and you complied, your heart racing. This was it. Felix sat beside you, his proximity sending shivers down your spine.

"You're sure about this?" he whispered, his breath warm on your neck. As you settled into the soft cushions, Felix moved closer, his scent—a mix of lemon and cucumber—invading your senses. Before you could process what was happening, his lips were on yours, soft and insistent. You responded eagerly, your hands reaching up to tangle in his blond hair. His mouth tasted like honey and something more exotic, something that made your head spin. Breaking the kiss, Felix trailed his lips along your jawline, his breath hot against your skin. "You've been wanting this for a while, haven't you?" he murmured, his fingers skillfully unbuttoning your shirt. "Yes," you breathed, your voice hoarse with desire. "I've wanted you since the moment I saw you." Felix' hand slid down your chest, and you arched into his touch, craving more. He reached your waist and then lower, his fingers brushing the bulge in your pants. His hands wandered, one reaching down to grasp your crotch, stroking your hardening cock through the fabric of your pants. A moan escaped your lips, "Ah, Felix..." His fingers worked the fly of your pants, and he chuckled as he realized you're wearing your golden soccer shorts instead of underwear. "Eager, aren't we?" he teased, his touch making you harder, the fabric of your shorts straining. "Yes, I—," you started, your voice hoarse with desire, but Felix cut you off. "Shh, let's not rush things. This is perfect for what I have in mind." You nodded, unable to form coherent words. The pleasure was overwhelming, and you wanted more. Much more. "Perfect," he said, his voice laced with satisfaction. "Now, we begin." Felix pulled away, and you whimpered at the loss of contact. He stood, holding out his hand. "Come with me." With a flourish, he waved his hand, and a portal opened, revealing a dark, mysterious room.

You stepped through, your heart pounding. The room was vast, its high ceiling lost in the shadows. Black marble columns loomed around you, their surfaces adorned with golden reliefs of men in various poses. At the center, a basin filled with a shimmering golden liquid caught your eye. "Step in," Felix instructed, his voice echoing in the temple-like hall. You didn't hesitate. The arousal Felix had stoked in you made the decision easy. You stepped into the basin, the goo enveloping your legs, warm and cold at the same time.

It tugged at your soul, a sensation both pleasurable and terrifying. "Now, immerse yourself," Felix commanded. Doubts began to creep into your mind as you sank deeper into the goo. What if this was a mistake? What if— "Wait! I—I can't do this. I've changed my mind!" You tried to back away, but the goo held you fast. Felix' laughter filled the room, echoing off the marble columns. "Too late for doubts, my eager friend. Much too late." His words sent a shiver down your spine, and before you could protest further, the goo seemed to come alive, forcing you down. The goo enveloped you, its thick consistency sliding over your skin, leaving no inch untouched. It felt like a thousand tiny hands pulling at your very essence, and you realized with growing horror that your soul was being torn from your body. You cried out, the sound muffled as the goo engulfed your head. "No, please!" you screamed, but it was useless. Your soul was being ripped away, leaving you empty, and then, you were sinking, deeper and deeper into the golden abyss. You sensed your soul being drawn towards one of the marble columns, leaving a golden imprint of your form on its surface. The last thing you saw was the golden relief of your own face, frozen in agony, adorning the marble column.

Then, with a sudden rush, you broke free, emerging from the goo. But the world had transformed. The goo, once golden, was now as dark as the abyss, and the room was devoid of any trace of gold. The stark black marble columns towered around you, their coldness seeping into your bones. You knew, without a doubt, that you had entered the demon realm. Your reflection in the basin revealed a startling change. Horns, sleek and golden, curved gracefully from your temples, and from your back, majestic wings unfolded—a shimmering golden extension of your newfound demonic nature.

The sight should have terrified you, but instead, a foreign emotion surged through your veins—an intense, primal desire. "I need to mate," you whispered, the words echoing in the empty hall. "I need to fuck." The demon realm was desolate, and the thought of being trapped here sent a shiver down your spine. But your new, insatiable hunger drove you forward. You had to find a way out, compelled by the need to satisfy this burning lust. As if in response to your thoughts, a soft whisper cut through the silence, "Jaxor... Jaxor, I summon you. Come and serve." The name resonated within you, and you realized it was yours now. Jaxor.

Before you could fully process what was happening, your surroundings shifted. The dark, brooding temple of your transformation was gone, and you found yourself back in Felix' apartment.

The luxurious space was bathed in soft light, and your eyes immediately locked onto the figure of Sxodnir, the himbo demon. His golden wings shimmered, and his light blue eyes sparkled with a playful challenge. Driven by an instinctual urge, you pounced, your body moving with a newfound agility. You leaped onto Sxodnir, your hands gripping his shoulders, and you could feel his power beneath you. He struggled, his muscles rippling beneath your touch, but your strength was overwhelming. Sxodnir's breath came in short gasps as he tried to push you off, but it was futile. "Not so wild, Jaxor!" Felix' voice rang out, authoritative and laced with magic. His words cut through the haze of your desire, and you felt an invisible force pulling you away from Sxodnir. The room spun as you were lifted into the air, and for a moment, you hung suspended, your heart racing. With a gentle thud, you landed, finding yourself on your knees before Felix.

"No!" you screamed in frustration, the sound echoing off the walls. "I want Sxodnir! Let me have him!" Your voice was hoarse, filled with the raw need to claim your prey. Felix' laughter filled the room, a mix of amusement and a hint of fear. "My, my, Jaxor. Such passion. But I think we need to tame that wildness a bit." He snapped his fingers, and a rush of energy coursed through you. Your black leather pants transformed, morphing into a golden metal jockstrap that encased your cock, rendering it useless for the moment.

You bowed your head, the gesture one of complete devotion. "Command me, my master," you said, your voice steady and full of purpose. Felix' eyes widened, taking in the change in your demeanor. "You're... different," he mused. "Sxodnir has a playful spirit, but you... you're pure, raw desire. One moment you could tear the world apart, and the next, you kneel before me with unwavering loyalty." You remained silent, your gaze fixed on Felix. The need to serve him, to please him, was all-consuming. You would do anything to earn his favor, even if it meant restraining your own desires. "I see the way you look at me, Jaxor," Felix continued, his voice soft. "You want to please me, don't you?" "Yes, my master," you replied, your voice a low growl. "I live to serve you. To protect you." Your eyes flickered to the side, catching sight of Sxodnir.

Jealousy surged within you, but you pushed it down. You had no right to demand Felix' attention, but you could channel that emotion into something else - aggression! Felix smiled, understanding flashing in his eyes. "I must admit, I'm intrigued by your eagerness," Felix said, stepping closer to you. "You would do anything I say, wouldn't you?" "Yes, my master," you replied without hesitation. "I live to serve and obey." Felix' eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint. "And what if I were to ask you to... nuzzle my fingers?" Your heart raced at the prospect, and you couldn't suppress a low growl of desire. "I would consider it an honor, master." Felix laughed, a delightful sound that filled the room. "Very well, Jaxor. Nuzzle my fingers, and perhaps, if you're a good boy, I might let you taste something even sweeter." You eagerly knelt before Felix, your eyes never leaving his face. As he extended his hand, you leaned forward and gently nuzzled his fingers with your nose and lips, savoring his touch. Felix' laughter turned into a soft moan, and you felt a surge of satisfaction at bringing him pleasure.

But as you looked up, you noticed Felix' gaze had shifted. His eyes, sparkling with curiosity, landed on the golden soccer shorts you had been wearing—a memento from your former life as Jacob. “May I?” Felix asked, his voice laced with intrigue. He didn't wait for a response, already reaching for the shorts. You nodded, your mouth suddenly dry as you watched him undress. The golden fabric glimmered under the soft lighting, and you could almost feel the weight on your soul. Felix stepped into the shorts, his slender fingers pulling them up his thighs.

As the material enveloped his body, he let out a soft gasp. “Oh…” His hips jerked forward involuntarily, and you noticed the bulge forming in the shorts. The sight of Felix' growing arousal made your mouth water. “Incredible…” Felix murmured, his eyes half-lidded as he ran his hands over the fabric. “I can feel the magic.” Suddenly, his movements became more fluid, graceful, like a dancer. He spun, and you realized he was mimicking the movements of a skilled soccer player. The golden shorts had awakened Jacob's athletic prowess within him. “I feel like I could play for hours without tiring,” Felix laughed, his voice echoing in the room. “And the skills… I can do things with a ball I’ve never even attempted before!” You watched, mesmerized, as Felix demonstrated a series of intricate dribbles and shots. The transformation was astonishing. It was as if Jacob's talent had been infused into Felix' body. “Normally, these would turn me into a member of the Golden Team, right?” Felix asked, his eyes gleaming with mischief. You nodded, your voice hoarse as you responded, “Yes, that’s their power. To grant the skills and spirit of the Golden Team.” Felix smiled, and you saw a hint of the sorcerer's power in his eyes. “Well, I’m not just anyone. I’m Felix, the sorcerer. I absorb their magic, but I won’t be joining any team.” As you watched, the golden shorts lost their luster, turning to their usual black color. Simultaneously, a red and black striped soccer jersey materialized on Felix' body, fitting him perfectly.

“Hmmm…” Felix' eyes narrowed in concentration, and you sensed him probing the magic he had just absorbed. “This power… it’s… arousing.” You swallowed, your throat dry as you understood the implications. Felix' gaze met yours, and you saw the determination in his eyes. “I think I’ll pay a visit to the Golden Team’s practice field. I heard they make out after each session. Time to join the fun!”

With a wink, Felix vanished, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the lingering scent of magic.

As you stood there, a jockstrap of golden metal now a part of your new form, you realized the transformation was more than physical. You were Jaxor, a being of raw desire and unwavering loyalty. And in that moment, you knew that serving Felix, exploring your new powers, and dominating those who crossed your path would be your destiny.

[sxodnir]

In the fiery pits of the underworld, where desire burned as hot as the molten lava, a demon named Sxodnir strutted through the crowded streets of his domain, his six-pack abs rippling with every step. He was known as the ultimate demon himbo, a creature of unparalleled beauty and charm, whose sole purpose was to indulge in the pleasures of the flesh. His eyes, a smoldering shade of red, scanned the throngs of demons and damned souls, seeking someone new to satiate his ever-growing hunger for transformation. His gaze fell upon a human male, Adrian, who had stumbled into this infernal realm by mistake, his body trembling with fear and awe at the sight of the leather-clad demon before him. Sxodnir's smile grew wide, revealing sharp, gleaming fangs. He had found his next plaything.

Adrian, a muscular and handsome mortal with a penchant for adventure, had always been drawn to the supernatural. Little did he know that his curiosity would lead him to this fateful encounter with the demonic embodiment of temptation. Frozen in place, he watched as Sxodnir sauntered over, his tail swishing playfully behind him. The demon's touch sent a jolt of electricity through Adrian's body, igniting a spark of curiosity and lust that he had never felt before.

Sxodnir leaned in, his breath hot against Adrian's neck, whispering sweet nothings in a language that seemed to resonate within the human's very soul. His fingers traced the outline of Adrian's jaw, leaving a trail of warmth that sent shivers down his spine. "I can give you everything you've ever desired," Sxodnir murmured, "every power, every pleasure. All you have to do is let me in."

The human's resolve wavered. He had never been one to turn down a challenge, especially one that came wrapped in such a tempting package. With a gasp, Adrian nodded, unable to resist the siren's call of the demon's offer. And so, the transformation began.

The air grew thick with an intoxicating scent of brimstone and lust as Sxodnir's hand slid down Adrian's chest. His touch grew more insistent, his nails digging in just enough to sting. The human felt his body begin to morph, his muscles bulging and stretching in ways that defied human limits, his skin darkening to a deep, almost metallic shade of red. His eyes grew wider, pupils dilating with arousal as his mind swirled with images of the pleasures that awaited him as one of Sxodnir's kind.

Sxodnir's lips met Adrian's, and their tongues danced together in a fiery tango. The demon's cock, a monstrous and beautiful thing, grew to impossible proportions, straining against his leather pants. Adrian felt his own body respond in kind, his human form giving way to something more... more powerful, more primal. As they kissed, the demon's essence seeped into the human, reshaping him from the inside out.

Their bodies entwined, Sxodnir's massive cock found its way to Adrian's tight, untouched hole. The human moaned with a mix of fear and anticipation as the demon's thick, pulsing member breached the barrier that separated him from his new life. With a single, powerful thrust, Sxodnir claimed him, filling Adrian with his transformative seed. The human's body convulsed, muscles clenching around the demon's shaft as he was flooded with an intensity of pleasure that was almost too much to bear.

With every pump of his hips, Sxodnir's power grew within Adrian. The human felt his body stretching, his cock lengthening and thickening, his balls swelling with a newfound vitality. His humanity slipped away, replaced by a fiery passion that could never be quenched. He was no longer Adrian, the mortal, but something more... something demonic.

As the transformation reached its peak, the room was bathed in a crimson light, and the air was thick with the scent of sex and power. Sxodnir's moans grew louder, his giant cock kept thrusting in Adrian's ass, with one final push, Sxodnir's cock erupted with a lot of demon himbo cum and the transformation of Adrian is complete.

Sxodnir leans in and whispers "Now you are mine forever, you will do as told and you will go forth and bring more to me my boy" and all Adrian can do is nod and say "Yes my Master".

[pobblebonked]

get impified lol

[hi-im-kaybee]

demonification teasing

[windyatticart]

A gooey, rubbery living demon costume reels in a reluctant host

[wishmaster]

Hi, do you have an incubus costume of sorts available? Imagine what it'd be like to be a real one. I'd probably just ensnare a hot rich guy or 2 or a finite number definitely.

New Life

You slide on a pair of black leather pants that quickly tigten as your body muscles up, your ass big and firm, as a devil like tail shoots out just above your ass, You dick enlarges and now emits a massivly intoxicating smell, Horns shoot from your head as your ears becoming pointy your muscles make you look like either a ripped muscle builder or a pornstar.

Your skin eventually turns a deep red as your mouth fills with sharp fangs. You look around, as you notice men wandering towards you distracted by your new musk. But you want something more, you leap out the window and into the night. You are looking for some rich men to help you gain the life you wish to live on Earth. They'll be unable to resist you, your dick musk over powers all who take in it's smell. You smile knowing how much fun you are about to have as the newest Incubus in the world.

[skylermadness]

Evoked from Indigo Embers (Demon (Rat Snacks) TF/MC)

(Original Date of Upload: March 8, 2023)

Original Description:

A story written as a commission for ArticulatedArtisan. Admittedly I was not expecting my first commission to be this spontaneous but whatever. It happened and I'm glad it did. I do feel like the MC could've been done a bit better though, but the end result was still well received so I don't think I really mind! And overall I'm pretty proud of how I managed to write this out. Short pre-TF and post-TF, but a very meaty TF segment. Also I think I just like hot sexy demon TFs in general. This is definitely the most obscure character TF I've ever written though. Random character who shows up for one minute in a three minute short film? Yeah I can't see that catching up in the TF ranks. But then again, who knows... Rated Mature because of a single groin nullification segment.

   A shortcut back home was all this was meant to be. A quick detour through an alleyway so Arti wouldn't have to spend an unnecessary amount of time walking around the block, especially this late into the evening. That was what this was meant to be. Instead, Arti's attention was diverted halfway through their trek in the alley as they came across what could only be described as… strange, to say the least.

   Among the darkness of the alleyway, the bright purple glow of the weird object(?) was extremely noticeable. As a result it was rather badly hidden in a small deadend that was cast to the side between two buildings. A normal person would ignore it. Disregard the strange purple light and instead continue on their intended pathing. But Arti was a curious individual, and they wanted to find out what exactly the source of this peculiarity was.

   Their steps on the alley's concrete softly echoed between the brick walls of the dead end path. With the exception of the end of the path much of the place was still rather dark. Arti had been in here long enough to have adjusted to it however. The grungy smell of the place was persistent though. It almost made them consider stepping back and leaving the place. Those considerations were quickly dashed though as their eyes properly laid onto the mysterious source of the one light in this place.

   "What the hell…" they whispered to themselves, eyes wide. The source was a pentagram of all things. An odd and perfectly drawn summoning circle on the ground. Purple in coloration and intense in luminosity. The outlines of the shape were also moving, as if they were just slightly lit aflame.

   That's where everything became convoluted. Why was there some kind of satanic iconography drawn in the middle of an alleyway of all places? Was there some kind of cult or something they weren't aware of? …Were they accepting new members?

   They shook their head and blinked, wanting to refocus on the pentagram itself. Although they weren't quite sure what to even do with it really. They don't really have a stick to poke it with. Although…

   They removed a glove from one of their hands and knelt down close to it. They held a hand out just close enough to feel any warmth from the pentagram. Unsurprisingly it did seem to exude some kind of warmth. It wasn't as intensely fiery as one would expect from the dim looking flames, but it was something.

   …Now… what would happen if they stepped into it…

   It was a rather sudden jump from one idea to another, but they felt oddly compelled to do it. It wouldn't hurt, right? They decided to sacrifice their other glove and throw it onto the circle's arc closest to them just to reassure that thought. After a few seconds of the glove not setting on fire, Arti made the assumption that a whole human body would probably be fine. They took a few steps into the circle, then into the star, and soon directly into the middle of the pentagram. With the exception of a nice warmth being introduced to their feet, nothing really happened.

   "...what was I expecting?" They weren't really sure. Although they had a feeling that they did something they really shouldn't have supposed to.

   They then noticed a small stream of smoke emitting from below them, accompanied by the smell of said smoke. Looking down they found the glove they threw onto the pentagram was starting to burn, then it was almost instantly being consumed by purple fire. "Uhhh…" they vocalized, their brain having trouble processing what they had just witnessed.

   They weren't given much of a chance though. The fire that was emitting from the pentagram was intensifying, getting larger and surrounding them in a wall of indigo embers. Deciding they didn't want to be incinerated, Arti attempted to escape the pentagram's confines. And while they lifted one foot from the ground, their other one got rooted to it as a spiral of flames snaked up from the ground and went around the leg.

   They dug the other foot into the ground and looked down at their leg, noticing the flame crawling up it. It was not burning them, but it was still intense in heat. "What the fuck!?" 

   With the other leg now meeting the ground as well it wasn't long before a spiral of flame latched onto that one too. What was perhaps even more peculiar however was the feeling of something else moving up their leg. A strange object emerging from the flame like some kind of snake and steadily slithering its way up from their lower body and onto their torso. From the intense light of the pillar of fire they were in, Arti could make it out to be some weird strap of black leather with a silver metal buckle. This object continued to move up their body, the leather strap managing to stretch around their arms and loosely going across their back. The buckle positioned itself on their chest, then pierced the air with a click as it buckled itself.

   In that instant they could tell what this object was: a harness, albeit a loosely fitting one. One that would probably work more for someone larger than them. Despite all the concern they had in their mind though, they did want to admit the harness looked kind of nice. Their arms were still free, so Arti moved the left one up to try and fiddle with the harness a bit, but stopped once it properly entered their field of vision.

   The skin on their hand looked a bit darker. Lifting up their other hand, Arti also found the skin on it having darkened slightly as well. "Whuh…?"

   Their skin coloration only seemed to continue darkening. Pale coloration was deepening to that of a dark gray, and those grays only continued to form and spread across both hands. At the same time the size of both hands were stretching out to be larger with each finger getting thicker. As the mass of their fingers increased, the tips sharpened as flesh and nail were combined into massive claws on each individual one. And this would only progress as the deep gray tone expanded its territory across both now much larger hands.

   These changes had not stayed on just their hands though. The deep gray surged upwards and beneath their sleeves, the lower arms next in succession as they started to thicken. Both sleeves got tighter, the muscle mass in their forearms being forced to increase in size. Their once thin size now being packed with raw strength that spiraled across the region, and their arms getting filled with pure heat at this instant workout. It didn’t take very long for this increase in mass to strain the arms of their jacket to a point where they were beginning to tear. The now dull coloration of their forearms became visible. Although it seemed that once the color shifts got two-thirds up their arms it gained a wave-like patterning. And from beyond this pattern, a bright red entered their skin instead.

   The tightness of their sleeves progressed as things moved further upwards. Their upper arms filled with a new musculature as well, bulging and expanding in size significantly. More rips pierced the air, the perfectly red skin gaining more visibility as their biceps and triceps grew in conjunction with each other. Large and strong, filled with an untold raw power that they couldn’t comprehend. More and more tears continued to etch across their jacket sleeves, their shoulders swelling due to their rapidly developing deltoids. 

   “F-fuck!” Arti grunted out. To them, all of these changes were concurrent and quick. They could feel their clothing still persist in getting tighter as well, them knowing that what was happening is still surging across their entire body. Whatever heat that emitted from the fire was somehow drowned out from the heat within them. They felt sweltered, beads of sweat starting to form and trickle down their body.

   They clasp a clawed hand at their leg and try to pull it out from the grasp of the flaming tendrils holding it down, but even with this newfound strength it seems that their legs were rooted. Stuck to the ground, with whatever satanic magic this pentagram possessed being forcibly funneled into the young guy at a rapid pace. 

   Arti themselves still persisted though, attempting to pry their legs from the grasp of the sigil. But a pressure was starting to wrack their body, their clothing becoming even more stringent with each passing second. The zipper of their jacket started to steadily move downwards, their frame expanded sideways as their body was widening in size. Their undershirt was quickly gaining visibility as a result with the neck straining against Arti’s increasingly broadening size. At the same time, the bottoms of both articles of clothing were starting to ride up their belly, their height also increasing at the same time.

   As their body got larger the muscles in their torso were growing as well. Their chest started to swell, their once barely noticeable pectorals steadily getting thicker. Mass being constantly piled on, the two pecs being forced large and larger. Cleavage was etching into their undershirt, but between this and the increasing size of their body it was almost instantaneous that the undershirt split horizontally across the middle to reveal their much meatier pecs and glistening red skin. With this constant increase in growth it didn’t take very long for them to start sporting two massive slabs of raw meat on their chest, very warm and very firm.

   With all this increase in size it wasn’t long until their chest began to slot perfectly into the harness that snapped onto them just a minute prior. Much like everything else the harness only seemed to get tighter. The size of not just their body, but their entire form seemed to just be enlarging. Sleeves burst apart, their undershirt was practically getting ready to shred off their chest, the slider of their jacket had stuck itself halfway through and the zipper was about ready to split itself apart by force. Their pants and shoes were also steadily getting tighter as well. Their entire self was just enlarging, enlarging to a size that likely was not human. Arti practically growled as all of these feelings of internal pressure and mass shifts were getting to them. They just wanted to rip apart this ill-fitting clothing and be done with it.

   An aching surged at two points of the upper half of their back. Their deltoids and trapeziuses were already mostly reaching a musculature equivalent to that of the rest of their body. At the same time however, two bumps were emerging on their back. They were small at first, but as the coloration of them started to darken to the same dark gray as their hands they began to form into something much larger. The bumps pushed against the back of their jacket attempting to burst out of it, but as Arti’s form got larger their jacket effectively started to split down the midline. This split was wide enough to uncover the bumps, allowing both of them to fusillade outward and form into something coherent. New bones and flesh expanding and burgeoning, taking the shape of a pair of small demonic-looking wings.

   Concurrently the lower half of the zipper finally started to come undone as their abdomen was rippling. The region churned as the muscles in that area started to formulate and mature. Abdominal muscles were forming, rows pushing outward sequentially until a solid six-pack had formed in that area. They were large and noticeable, possessing deep crevices that divided them evenly. The upper rows had even etched themselves into their undershirt (which had at this point gone halfway up their lower torso). 

   Arti’s clothing could only hold on for so long though. Between the growth of their body, their new musculature, and the new appendages on their back, it had all become too much for their jacket and shirt. Everything finally tore apart against their size, clothing officially being ripped to shreds. Deep blue cotton sloughing off their skin to reveal the almost ruby red of their skin and their massive pectorals and firm abdominals. What remained of their jacket sleeves bursting apart and falling onto the ground, only to be burned by the pentagram’s flames on impact. The nylon of their jacket tearing apart, zipper slider busting off and the fluffy hoodie falling away unconnected to what was once a full article of clothing. All that would remain on their torso was the harness, perfectly hugging their chest and squeezing against their pectorals.

   “Damn!” they yelled out, their voice cracking as it sounded a hint deeper. A part of them were relieved at the disappearance of all that pressure, but also their clothing was just torn off and…

   …their pecs were… large…

   “I got… I got muscular…” they stated to themselves. Their grip on their legs faltered as thoughts of trying to escape seemed to dash. They didn’t know what they were becoming, but whatever it was was thick. Thick and strong.

   A hand finally removed itself from their legs, now being lifted upwards instead. It was slow, shaky, but after a few seconds they cupped their chest with it. Letting their sharp claws grasp the massive meaty slab of muscle. They couldn’t help but give it a light squeeze, feeling its soft firmness. Feeling its warmness. Staring down at the bright red gleam of their skin that seemed to almost shine beneath the pillar of flame that enveloped them.

   “Grruhh… what am I… doing?” they ask themselves, their voice continuing to crack. Albeit less-so now. It was getting noticeably deeper. Masculine, a hint of power entering it. Kind of sexy…

   The question still stood though. What were they doing? They were trying to escape this damn thing and now they’re groping themselves. It was absurd, it was counterintuitive. Where did all that fear go? Was it still there even? Arti couldn’t really answer any of these questions though. It was as if a single glimpse of their transforming body was just enough to quell those fears. And something about it felt… better than their normal body even.

   They then started to run a claw up the cleavage of their pecs, a light fog starting to enter their mind. “I do look pretty hot in a harness now…” they said with a nervous chuckle.

   As Arti’s trepidation subsided their changes only continued, progressing downwards. While their change in size was beginning to slow, their jeans were reaching a point of just barely holding on. With their now already wide waist getting slightly wider, the button holding their legwear together snapped off as the zipper pushed itself downwards. The region in general was also flushing with the same scarlet that had consumed much of their skin. 

   A wave of arousal washed across them, more drastic changes occurring in their groin. The area smoothed out and simplified, everything within that area sinking inwards. Soon nothing would be in that region, leaving it to just be as plain as the rest of the skin on their body.

   Concurrently, the seat of their pants got tighter as it filled out more. Their glute muscles were thickening and their rear was rounding out. Their rear only got larger and more protruding, and the size of it only persisted in growing until their pants couldn't contain it anymore. The denim split in the middle, and their underwear clung tightly to their now massive ass. A small bump then appeared where the base of their spine was located, then after a couple seconds burst out from the cotton of their undergarments. A long thin tail slithered out from the rip, an arrow point forming at its tip.

   The rest of the muscles in Arti's lower body were also gaining significant musculature. It was effectively a mirror to that of the changes within the rest of their body. Legs gaining substantial mass, thighs getting thicker with bulging larger quads and hamstrings. Due to the new scale of their body, their legwear was practically torn in an instant as the jean's seams ripped down the sides and revealed their already changed skin. The lower half of their pants tore apart next as their calves ballooned and pulled the denim apart effortlessly. As the color changes in their skin reached the lower half of their leg's crus, a similar wave pattern to that on their forearms started to form before the color changed back to dark gray.

   At this point Arti's scale changes came to an end, them being significantly taller than they used to be. As more and more of the sides of their jeans tore apart, the portion that went around their waist was ripped apart as well against their larger size. This resulted in their pants falling off their body, with their underwear tearing apart shortly after for the same reason.

   The toecap of their shoes had formed multiple bumps, five at first before those bumps started to move. Within the footwear, their toes were shifting and merging together. Five to four before squeezing into three. Much like with their hands each toe got sharper, becoming thick claws. All the while their feet were getting larger, heels digging into the back of the shoes while the sides of their feet pushed up against the footwear's sides. Eventually their shoes just exploded, cloth being flung into the air while their larger, clawed feet were now visible to the outside.

   The spirals of flame slowly started to slink away from their legs, but Arti had a mind that was a bit too muddled to notice. They were pretty much still playing around with their pectorals, both hands now cupping them as they squeezed them. Admiring their much sexier body. Although at this point everything was feeling confusing.

   "This feels good…!" they said with raw confidence. Their voice had settled to being fully deep and masculine, and that sense of power was coursing through it. It helped that their transformation was running upwards and going up to their neck to make it wider, almost trunk-like.

   But that aforementioned confidence wasn't running through their mind. Dazed, confused, they weren't fully sure what they were doing anymore. This indulgence felt common to them, which was something they didn't really experience before. Or at least that's what they think. Everything was conflicting in their mind. 

   Bright red soon started to etch onto their face. Pressure wracked their skull, the entire steadily structure shifting as they thought. Their rounded chin chiseled and became more squared. Their entire facial shape hardened as it got more rectangular. Their nose got sharper and more triangular, and their ears elongated and grew more pointed. Their eyebrows also got thicker, the hairs becoming a deep black as their shape slanted.

   As for the hairs on their scalp, those seemed to be steadily retracting into their head. Long and messy, getting shorter and shorter. And as they shortened, two bumps emerged from the sides of their head. Their hair only continued to pull back, and as it did so those bumps grew out longer and became a more concise form, that being a pair of horns. It didn't take long for the hair retraction left them completely bald, meanwhile the horn growth persisted a bit as they got long horizontally before crooking upwards for a bit and tapering to a fine point.

   A huff escaped their mouth, Arti grasping a horn in unfamiliarity. Those weren't theirs, were they? Then why did they feel so familiar…? These… had to be theirs… They shifted their legs closer together, turning their head slightly to look behind themselves. Some confusion occurred for a split second as their eyes laid on their wings, but it subsided almost instantly. They unhandled their horns and brought their hands down. This form was becoming more familiar. It was becoming theirs.

   These strong, massive muscles. This burgeoning power that was welling within their body. Their sexy, sexy body. They were one hot Demon~

   "Why the heck am I feeling so fucking confused?! Of course this is my body!!" they said with a smirk, giving their butt a little squeeze as well. Yeah, this was definitely them.

   The purple pillar of fire seemed to put itself out in almost an instant, the pentagram's purple flames dispelling from beneath their feet. As all the light died down the demon had found themselves in the middle of… an alley.

   They stopped admiring their form for a minute, slightly disappointed that they had to do so, in order to take a look around. There was no summoner, they had no recollection of some sort of transaction for their summoning. Last thing they could recall is enjoying themselves back in Hell.

   "What the hell!?" They exclaimed. If there was no summoner or transaction, why were they in some random alleyway with a pentagram at their feet?

   They growled in annoyance. "Great. Guess I have to start looking for my summoner…"

   Stepping off the pentagram, the Demon started walking to the end of the alleyway. They weren't sure how they were going to complete that goal, but they sure as fucking hell will…

[angrelysimpping]

Letter anon is back and I got ideas. FUCT Robin with a Harpy Demon PC. The only way that Robin is able to even keep PC is to clip their flying feathers. That doesn't stop PC for singing for the children and screeching at him.

He feels a bit of jealousy when he sees the PC so softly tending to the children. That used to be him. PC used to fuss at his hair and now all he gets are words he cannot understand from a person, once so close, screaming at him accusations.

The only time that Robin even has a chance to hold PC again is when they find Great Hawk, dead or dying, and the tower falling apart even further. The scream that ripped from PC echoed out and out and out as they weeped for a good life. Finally grieving all those years wasted in sleep.

[fafnir19]

Der Dämonenknabe

Der Abend am Esstisch war für Conrad eine Qual. Er musste sich zwingen, nicht mit den Augen zu rollen, als Markus, Steffis Freund, von seinem neuesten "Abenteuer" schwärmte. Steffi, die zwischen ihnen saß, seufzte innerlich. Sie wünschte so sehr, dass ihre beiden Lieblingsmenschen sich besser verstehen würden.

Markus, mit seinen markanten Gesichtszügen, den braunen Locken im stylishen Undercut und dem selbstbewussten Lächeln, erzählte begeistert von seiner nächsten Erkundung.

"Ich habe einen neuen Lost Place entdeckt, ein verlassenes Dorf im Wald. Es soll dort ein altes Theater geben, vielleicht sogar mit intakten Requisiten. Es wird ein echtes Abenteuer!" Seine Augen funkelten vor Vorfreude.

Conrad, ein blonder, sportlicher junger BWL-Student, konnte seine Langeweile kaum verbergen. Er spielte unauffällig mit seinem Handy, während seine Gedanken woanders waren. "Super, noch mehr verfallene Gebäude. Das ist ja so aufregend", murmelte er sarkastisch. Er hasste es, wenn Markus von seinen Erkundungstouren schwärmte, die er für reine Zeitverschwendung hielt.

Steffi, seine ältere Schwester, bemerkte die Spannung zwischen den beiden und schlug vor: "Hey, warum nimmt Conrad nicht einfach mal an einer deiner Exkursionen teil? Vielleicht versteht Ihr euch besser, wenn Ihr etwas gemeinsam unternehmt." Sie lächelte ihren Bruder Conrad an, in der Hoffnung, seine Zustimmung zu gewinnen. Conrad zögerte, er hatte keine Lust, Zeit mit Markus zu verbringen. Aber er konnte seiner Schwester nichts abschlagen. "Na gut, wenn Du meinst, Steffi. Ich werde ihn begleiten, aber nur deinetwegen." Markus lächelte zufrieden, als hätte er einen großen Sieg errungen: "Perfekt! Ich freue mich, Conrad. Es wird ein unvergessliches Erlebnis."

Am nächsten Samstagmorgen machten sich Conrad und Markus auf den Weg, die entlegenen Ruinen im Wald zu erkunden. Die Sonne schien durch das Blätterdach und warf mysteriöse Schatten auf den Waldboden. Markus, voller Energie, führte den Weg, während Conrad über die Wurzeln und Steine stiefelte. "Ich habe wirklich Alles versucht, um Informationen über diesen Ort zu finden, aber es ist, als würde er nicht existieren", erklärte Markus, während er durch das Dickicht schritt. "Ich liebe es, diese Orte zu entdecken, sie sind wie Fenster in die Vergangenheit." Conrad seufzte, er war nicht beeindruckt. Schließlich erreichten sie eine Lichtung, und vor ihnen erstreckten sich die Ruinen eines Dorfes. Die Gebäude waren überwuchert und die Fenster waren leer und dunkel aber man konnte noch ihren ursprünglichen Zweck erkennen. Markus' Augen leuchteten vor Aufregung: "Fantastisch! Lass uns jeden Winkel erkunden!" Er stürmte los, seine Neugierde trieb ihn an. Conrad folgte ihm widerwillig, seine Hände tief in den Taschen seiner Daunenjacke vergraben. Er warf einen kurzen Blick auf sein Handy, sehnte sich nach der Ablenkung, die es bot. Als sie durch einen überwucherten Torbogen traten, entdeckte sie einen alten, verfallenen Theatersaal. Die Sitze waren zerschlissen und die Bühne war mit Schutt bedeckt. "Wow, ein Theater! Das ist unglaublich!", rief Markus aus, während er auf die Bühne sprang und den Staub aufwirbeln ließ. "Stell dir vor, welche Geschichten sich hier abgespielt haben!"

Conrad blieb gelangweilt am Rand des Saals stehen und sein Blick schweifte über den verfallenen Raum. Dann entdeckte er einen alten Stuhl, der zwischen den Trümmern herausragte. Er war fast thronartig, mit einer hohen Lehne, auf der eine riesige rote Dämonenfigur prangte. Fasziniert von der skurrilen Entdeckung und um einfach ein wenig zu entspannen, während Markus seinen Erkundungen nachging, setzte er sich darauf und spielte weiter auf seinem Handy herum.

Markus durchstöberte jede Ecke des Theaters, seine Neugierde schien grenzenlos. Er hob verstaubte Requisiten auf, betrachtete sie mit kindlicher Freude und ließ sie dann wieder fallen. "Conrad, komm her! Schau dir das an!" Aber Conrad reagierte nicht. Er war in sein Handy vertieft und bemerkte auch nicht, dass die Dämonenfigur auf der Lehne zum Leben erwachte. Die roten Augen funkelten, und ein teuflisches Lächeln breitete sich auf dem geschnitzten Gesicht aus. Als Conrad endlich aufblickte, erstarrte er. Er versuchte aufzuspringen, aber seine Beine gehorchten ihm nicht. Panik ergriff ihn, und er versuchte zu schreien, doch kein Laut kam über seine Lippen. Seine Augen weiteten sich vor Schreck, als er realisierte, dass er sich nicht bewegen konnte und nicht einmal einen Laut von sich geben konnte. Der rote Dämon, Incedis, erhob sich von der Lehne und schwebte vor Conrad. Seine glühenden Augen musterten den jungen Mann und ein leises Lachen entwich seiner Kehle. "Willkommen, kleiner Sterblicher."

Conrad zitterte, als Incedis' Finger seine Kleidung berührten, die sich augenblicklich verwandelte. Die Daunenjacke wurde zu einem roten Samtumhang, während sein Pullover verschwand und seinen muskulösen Oberkörper enthüllte. Seine Hose wich seidenen Beinlingen und sein Gemächt wurde von einem Keuschheitskäfig aus rotem Leder umschlossen. Eine Lederleine hing nun um seinen Hals und er fühlte sich hilflos und verwirrt.

Conrad versuchte verzweifelt, sich zu befreien aber sein Körper war gelähmt.

In der Zwischenzeit durchsuchte Markus die Ruinen, ahnungslos über das Schicksal, das Conrad ereilt hatte.

Er hörte ein seltsames Grummeln und folgte dem Geräusch. Als er einen alten Vorhang zur Seite zog, sah er Conrad und blieb wie versteinert stehen, als er die Szene beobachtete. Er warf einen Blick auf den Dämon und dann auf Conrad, der in einem merkwürdigen, beinahe unterwürfigen Zustand auf dem Stuhl saß. Der Dämon begrüßte Markus mit einer freundlichen Geste. "Keine Sorge, junger Freund", sagte er mit einer tiefen, rauchigen Stimme. "Ich bin hier, um Euch zu helfen." Markus, noch immer verwirrt aber etwas beruhigt durch Incedis' freundliche Art, fragte: "Was hast Du mit ihm gemacht?" Incedis lächelte, seine scharfen Zähne blitzten auf. "Ich habe die Spannung zwischen Euch gespürt, die negative Energie. Ich möchte Euch helfen, die Spannung zu überwinden." Markus war verwirrt, aber auch neugierig. "Und wie willst Du das anstellen?" Incedis grinste schelmisch: "Zunächst müssen wir herausfinden, ob Ihr euch riechen könnt", erklärte er und seine Worte waren wie Honig, süß und verführerisch. "Im buchstäblichen Sinne, versteht sich. Wenn nicht, ist alles weitere sinnlos." Markus war verwirrt, aber neugierig genug, um dem Vorschlag zu folgen. Er ging zu Conrad, der immer noch regungslos auf dem Stuhl saß, und beugte sich zu ihm herunter. Seine Atemzüge waren warm und sanft auf Conrads Haut, während er vorsichtig an ihm schnupperte. Conrad, der sich immer noch nicht bewegen konnte, fühlte sich hilflos aber ein seltsames Kribbeln durchfuhr seinen Körper, als er Markus Atem auf seiner Haut spürte. "Und?" fragte Incedis, seine Stimme klang nun wie ein sanftes Flüstern. "Er riecht... gut", antwortete Markus, überrascht von seiner eigenen Reaktion. "Ich habe das vorher nie bemerkt." Incedis nickte zufrieden: "Sehr gut. Jetzt, wo ihr euch riechen könnt, ist es Zeit für den nächsten Schritt. Tiere lecken sich gegenseitig ab, um Zuneigung zu zeigen, und der Mensch ist nur ein Tier mit besonderen Fähigkeiten."

Markus‘ Augen weiteten sich vor Überraschung, doch Incedis‘ Worte klangen logisch. Zögernd beugte er sich vor und berührte Conrads Wange mit seiner Zunge. Er strich über Conrads Haut, hinunter zum Hals, und blieb an seiner Brust hängen. "Leck seinen Bauch, Markus", flüsterte Incedis mit einer Stimme, die wie flüssige Verführung klang. "Spüre die Hitze seines Körpers." Markus gehorchte, seine Zunge glitt über Conrads flache Bauchmuskeln, die sich unter der Berührung zusammenzogen. Conrad, gefangen in seiner Bewegungslosigkeit, war sich der seltsamen Erregung bewusst, die in seinem Körper aufstieg. Er spürte, wie sein Penis im Käfig aus Leder anschwoll, ein Gefangener seiner eigenen Lust. Incedis, der die Szene mit dunkler Freude beobachtete, hob Conrads Beine an. Da Conrad nur Beinlinge trug, enthüllte er damit seinen nackten, zarten Hintern. "Leck sein Arschloch", flüsterte Incedis in Markus' Ohr. "Lass dich von deinen Trieben leiten." Markus zögerte einen Moment, dann beugte er sich vor und folgte der Anweisung. Seine Zunge glitt über die weiche Haut von Conrads Arschbacken und drang in sein Loch ein. Conrads Körper zuckte, und ein ersticktes Stöhnen entkam seiner Kehle.

"Ist er nicht süß so?" flüsterte Incedis in Markus' Ohr. „So still und gehorsam, nicht wahr?" ergänzte er, während er seine Hand auf Markus' Schulter legte. "Keine Besserwisserei, keine Widerworte. Er sehnt sich nach deiner Berührung, auch wenn er es nicht zugeben würde." Markus nickte, sein Atem ging schwer. Er hatte Conrads Besserwisserei oft als abweisend empfunden aber in diesem Moment, so still, gefügig und schutzlos, war er unwiderstehlich. "Ich... ich verstehe." Incedis lachte leise. "Eure Abneigung ist nur unausgesprochene Anziehung. Nimm ihn, Markus, und Alles wird sich ändern." Markus brauchte keine weitere Ermutigung. Er stand auf, zog hastig seine Hose herunter und enthüllte seinen steifen, pulsierenden Schwanz.

Conrads Augen weiteten sich vor Schreck, aber er konnte sich ja nicht bewegen, um zu fliehen oder sich zu wehren. Markus packte Conrads Hüften und drang mit einem heftigen Stoß in ihn ein. Conrads Körper zuckte, als würde er schreien wollen, aber kein Laut kam heraus. Seine Augen waren weit vor Schmerz und Überraschung geöffnet. Markus hielt inne, atmete tief durch und stieß dann wieder zu, langsam und tief, seine Hüften in einem rhythmischen Tanz. Conrads Körper begann, sich an die Invasion zu gewöhnen, und seine Muskeln entspannten sich allmählich. "Ja, lass es geschehen, Conrad", flüsterte Incedis, als ob er Conrads Gedanken lesen könnte. "Lass dich gehen. Fühle, wie gut es sein kann." Conrads Widerstand schwand allmählich und plötzlich konnte er sich bewegen. Er legte seine Beine um Markus' Hüften und zog ihn tiefer in sich hinein. Seine Finger krallten sich in Markus' Schultern, und er stöhnte leise, "Ah... ja..." Markus beugte sich vor, seine Lippen fanden Conrads und sie küssten sich leidenschaftlich. Conrads Zunge tanzte mit Markus', und er gab sich dem Moment hin, als Markus ihn fickte - hart und tief. Conrad genoss es, von Markus geritten zu werden und verstand in diesem Moment, warum Steffi diesen wilden Hengst so liebte. Incedis beobachtete die Szene mit glühenden Augen, seine Hand strich über seinen eigenen steifen Schwanz, während er das Schauspiel vor sich genoss. "Jetzt, Markus", flüsterte Incedis, "lass deine Lust fließen und deine wahre Natur zum Vorschein kommen." Markus stieß heftiger zu, seine Kontrolle bröckelte, und er gab sich dem primitiven Instinkt hin. Conrads Körper reagierte, sein Schwanz pulsierte in seinem Käfig, als er dem Höhepunkt immer näher kam. "Ahh... Markus...", stöhnte Conrad, als er sich dem Abspritzen näherte. Incedis öffnete den Keuschheitskäfig und im selben Moment spritzte Conrad ab, seine Wichse spritzte an Markus' Bauch. Markus stöhnte laut auf, als Conrads Arsch sich um seinen Schwanz krampfte und er ergoss sich in Conrads Körper, füllte ihn mit seinem Samen. Conrad zitterte, als die Wellen der Lust durch seinen Körper rollten und Markus hielt ihn fest, während sie gemeinsam den Höhepunkt erlebten. Incedis lachte, ein Klang wie böses Vergnügen und seine Augen leuchteten mit teuflischer Freude. "Wunderbar, Markus. Du bist nun bereit für deine wahre Bestimmung." Markus, noch atemlos, blickte zu Incedis auf, seine Augen waren verwirrt und hungrig zugleich. "Was... was meinst Du?" Incedis lächelte, seine Zähne schimmerten im Halbdunkel. "Du wirst bald sehen, mein lieber Markus. Bald wirst Du die Welt mit neuen Augen sehen." Plötzlich begann sich Markus' Körper zu verändern, seine Haut wurde rot und seine Züge wurden dämonisch verzerrt. Während ihm Hörner wuchsen, fiel sein Haar aus und es bildete sich eine ungepflegte Halbglatze. Er versuchte verzweifelt, sich gegen die Verwandlung zu wehren, seine Schreie hallten durch das alte Theater. "Nein, bitte nicht!" rief er aus, während Tränen über seine Wangen liefen.

Incedis beobachtete die Szene mit beinahe sadistischer Freude. "Ah, die Verwandlung hat begonnen", murmelte er mit einer Stimme wie Honig. "Fühlst du die Macht, die durch deine Adern fließt, Markus? Du bist nun mein, ein niederer Diener!"

Conrad bekam es mit der Angst zu tun und wollte fliehen, doch bevor er auch nur einen Muskel bewegen konnte, packte der dämonische Markus, nun eine Kreatur der Unterwelt, die Leine, die immer noch um Conrads Hals lag. "Lass mich los!" schrie Conrad, während er verzweifelt versuchte, sich zu befreien.

"Erst musst Du eine Entscheidung treffen, mein Junge", sagte Incedis in beruhigendem Ton. "Du kannst jetzt gehen aber ohne Markus. Oder Du bleibst für ein Jahr bei mir, und ich werde dich zu einem Lustknaben erziehen. Nach dieser Zeit könnt ihr beide als freie Menschen gehen." Conrads Augen weiteten sich vor Schreck. Er hatte die Wahl zwischen zwei schrecklichen Schicksalen. Wenn er ging, würde er Markus, den Mann, den seine Schwester liebte, einem unbekannten Schicksal überlassen. Aber wenn er blieb, würde er selbst zu einem Spielzeug, zu einem Lustknaben für diesen teuflischen Dämon werden. Incedis' Hand strich über Conrads Innenschenkel und ein unwillkürliches Stöhnen entfuhr ihm. "Wenn Du dann überhaupt noch gehen willst, Lustknabe", flüsterte der Dämon und sein Atem war heiß auf Conrads Haut.

Conrad fühlte sich verantwortlich für das, was Markus widerfahren war und der Gedanke, seine Schwester zu enttäuschen, war unerträglich. "Ein... ein Jahr?" stotterte Conrad und Incedis bestätigte: "Ja, ein Jahr, in dem Du Dinge erleben wirst, von denen Du nie gedacht hättest, dass sie dir gefallen würden." Conrads Blick fiel auf Markus, der nun völlig verwandelt war und nur noch grunzte. Er wusste, dass er eine Entscheidung treffen musste. "Und wenn ich nicht bleibe? Was passiert dann mit ihm?" Incedis' Grinsen wurde breiter. "Dann bleibt er für immer ein Dämon. Aber ich weiß, Du willst das nicht. Du willst ihn retten, genau wie Du deine Schwester nicht enttäuschen möchtest. Du bist ein guter Junge, Conrad, und Du wirst ein wundervoller Lustknabe sein." Conrads Knie wurden weich, als er die Wahrheit in Incedis' Worten erkannte. Er hatte keine Wahl. "Ich... ich bleibe", flüsterte er. „Eine weise Entscheidung, mein Knabe." Hauchte Incedis ihm ins Ohr, während seine Hand Conrads Rücken hinunterwanderte und an seiner Poritze endete. Ein Finger drang in Conrad ein und er zuckte zusammen, doch sein Körper reagierte mit der Entstehung eines prächtigen Steifens.

"Fühlst Du es, Lustknabe? Dein Körper begehrt schon jetzt das, was ich dir bieten kann", flüsterte Incedis in sein Ohr, während er seine andere Hand zu seinen Lippen führte. "Nimm meine Finger und lass mich fühlen, wie gehorsam Du sein kannst." Conrad öffnete den Mund und ließ die Finger des Dämons hineingleiten, unterwürfig lutschend. Ein Lusttropfen bildete sich an seiner Schwanzspitze und Incedis bemerkte es sofort. "Das wird ein Kinderspiel", lachte Incedis triumphierend. "Du bist schon jetzt ein halber Lustknabe und in wenigen Tagen wirst Du mir vollkommen gehören. Dein Schwänzchen wird nur noch mein Spielzeug sein und ich bezweifle, dass Du dann noch jemals wieder gehen willst." Conrad zitterte, als er die Lust spürte, die durch seinen Körper schoss. Er realisierte, dass er dem Willen dieses mächtigen Dämons nicht widerstehen konnte. Seine Gedanken wurden trübe, als er das körperliche Verlangen über sich hinwegspülen fühlte und wimmerte: "Nein... ich... ich kann... nicht..." "Oh, doch, das kannst Du. Ich wusste schon, dass Du ein Lustknabe bist, als ich dich das erste Mal sah", flüsterte Incedis, während er mit seinen Fingern mit einer unerbittlichen Bewegung in Conrads After bohrte. "Lass dich gehen und akzeptiere dein Bestimmung." Conrads Augen weiteten sich vor Schrecken, als er realisierte, dass er bereits nach wenigen Momenten dabei war, sich Incedis zu unterwerfen. Ihm wurde nun die volle Tragweite seiner Entscheidung klar: Er hatte sich Incedis ausgeliefert und es gab kein Entkommen. Der Dämon würde ihn formen und verändern und er würde nichts dagegen tun können. Conrad könnte dem Willen dieses mächtigen Dämons jedenfalls nicht ein volles Jahr widerstehen. Vermutlich war es jetzt eher eine Frage von Tagen als von Wochen, dass er für alle Ewigkeit zu Incedis‘ Lustknabe werden würde - ob er es nun wollte oder nicht.

[monsoonxskies]

He’ll be okay. I think. Hopefully.

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Idk he’s survived it before, he should be good right-

Trying to mess around with different poses woooo- I’m happy with how this one turned out! I might try to digitalize it at some point 👀

[sxodnir]

Sxodnir here, am around everywhere and anywhere, so if you see me, you cannot resist me nor my Master Felix @fafnir19. if you have any desires you want to come true go to him, he is amazing, sexy, and the best to bring your desires to life, so go ahead have fun and let those desires truly out and we can have fun too

[ihonestlycanttellyou]

The demon tf should have fangs. Send tweet.

[hi-im-kaybee]

some worldbuilding for this experiment

[windyatticart]

two demon costume TFs from 2020 I never finished