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INK 2 Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Mithrasity

The food court of the mall played host to teenagers of every walk of life, from the trendy social youth to the fit athletic jocks to the outrageously dressed outcasts of society. Chris had always been one of the latter, dressed in rainbows and garish colors, his nails painted... but he'd never been further outside of society than he was now - and he wouldn't have it any other way. Sharp talons tapped along the linoleum floor covering, each lizard like claw painted a shade of the rainbow and emblazoned with an ancient demonic symbol. The claws extended from mostly human feet, though they had grown to size sixteen, making shoes nearly impossible.

Each step was propelled by fit, strong legs. Despite their strength, they remained shapely, fitting into the tightest of skinny jeans, jeans that had been modified heavily. The eighteen year old wasn't quite human anymore, a four foot long spade tipped tail swaying behind him while a foot and a half long veined, slightly curved, pointed demon cock hung before him, eternally hard thanks to the ring of metal resting around the base.

A trail of brownish black hair crawled up from around Chris's fat cock, tracing across his soft stomach. There was a glint of a crimson jewel from the belly button piercing he had recently acquired, but most impressive across his exposed stomach were the deep black tribal tattoos swirling and radiating out from his belly button, crossing his muscled chest before branching out down his arms. Chris wore only a black cargo vest too small to cover any of his best features.

While his body was indeed impressive, it was Chris's face that was the most distinct. Despite being eighteen, his cheek bones and chin still made him look a bit boyish, but that fact was offset by the mustache he had, perfectly groomed and curled at the edges with a bit of wax. The hipster stache went perfectly with the heavy obsidian plates in his stretched ear lobes, one emblazoned with the alpha symbol and the other omega. Yellow eyes gazed out at all of those that walked by, staring out from a fringe of shaggy brown hair, the hair only interrupted by the black demonic horns that came out of his forehead and curved upward into tall spikes.

Chris had a bit of swagger as he walked, the movements carefully coordinated with his tail and his deadly feet, but the mass of his black leathery wings also contributed to the power of his movement. He was a demon to be reckoned with, a viable threat to all living souls... and no one there could see him for what he truly was. Chris was able to touch all of their minds, to let them see only what he wanted them to see... A teenager with gauge piercings and tattoos, a wild child.

Across the food court, another teenager had been gaining more attention than Chris, both from people that knew him and from strangers. Alan had come to the mall as his master requested, even showing up early so as not to disappoint him, but in that time he had grown hungry and started to eat... and he had kept eating for over an hour. Alan's fit, perfect jock body had been changing more and more of late. He'd packed on the pounds, developed a bit of a belly and his well groomed appearance had become far more rugged. Rough blond mutton chops covered his cheek, the sides of his head shaved before coming up to a thick, bristly mohawk down the center of his head. His nose was much fatter and wider than before and his arms were gigantic, covered in fat, muscle and tattoos.

While the rest of the humans had seen those changes, they didn't know what was just beneath the surface, what Alan could turn into at Chris's will... a fat, gay pig beast bent to the demon's will. Chris could practically see the man's tusks sticking out of his mouth, though they weren't actually there at the moment. Chris strode over and sat down as if he owned the place, spreading his legs wide. Alan snorted his soda a bit before dropping it messily to the floor, eyes glittering.

"Master, you came... you came to me." Alan whispered happily. Chris grinned at that, reaching over to pet the pig's fuzzy cheek.

"I am a caring master, I won't abandon you or neglect you as you did me back when you were human." Chris said. Alan's eyes darted to the floor.

"I am so sorry master, I was a terrible human." He murmured.

"It is alright, you have more than made up for it already... but I think there is more that we can do together, more ways for you to help me." Chris said. Alan looked up, licking his lips.

"Anything master!" he nearly shouted.

"The year is starting to come to a close and before I graduate, I want a nice present... a real good boyfriend, a man I can fuck for the rest of time... and I want you to help me. If you do a good job, I'll give you your own mate... but it'll have to be someone unexpected, someone you wouldn't have picked in your old life. I want you to learn and grow as a person." Chris said. Alan nodded dutifully.

"I will be grateful for any gift master gives me..." The pig whispered, "And I will do anything to help my master get his own gift."

"Then tomorrow we'll head to the school, see what my options are." Chris nodded. Alan snorted a bit.

"Master, may I... May I suck you off now?" Alan asked. Chris considered before nodding.

"Alright Alan, I think you've earned it." Chris said, leaning back. Alan knocked his chair over as he lunged from it, crawling under the table. His food smeared lips parted as a fat, wide tongue emerged, starting to lick and slurp over the presented cock before him. Chris' yellow eyes surveyed the crowds, keeping them from seeing what was actually going on. Beneath the table, Alan's nose turned up into a snout, his tusks emerged and his ears stretched back to points. His curly pig tail emerged from the waistband of his pants, his fat ass sticking out from under the table. Chris bit his lip and moaned as his cock was worked by his slave, but even more he felt more of the remaining energy Alan had seeping out, nourishing the incubus, feeding him what he'd need to last for eternity... and it was delicious.

****

Dirt went flying into the air, dark moist particles casting about before raining back down to the Earth from which it came, skidding along the otherwise well groomed grass. Once more the pleather ball made of white and black hexagons touched down before perfectly timed feet hit it once more, sending it sailing across the field. Back and forth the ball went, kicked between the members of the high school soccer team and Chris watched it all unfolding, his arms crossed, resting on the guard rail around the edge of the track that ringed the field.

Chris had never paid the athletes much time since they had been so hard on him, but after turning Alan he had to admit that his eye was returning to them. With his new powers he felt like he could have anyone he wanted, so why not have one of the best? The question was, who was the best? Chris had brought Alan along for advice since this was more of his world. Alan had once been one of the best football players the school had, but now the jocks looked at him with the disdain Chris had always gotten before.

Yellow eyes surveyed the field, scanning each member... Their legs were muscled, their arms lanky... But best of all, their muscled asses looked so good in the shiny blue and green soccer shorts. Their jerseys weren't bad either, showing off their shoulders and arms, a horse rising up on the emblem over their hearts. None of the players were bad to look at, but Chris kept being drawn to one in particular.

Near the edge of the field, one player was doing the hardest work, intercepting the ball and returning it to positions of viability. His skin was the color of cinnamon sugar, his hair as dark as knight, shaved short all around. His lips were plump and his eyes were the color of caramel. It was a perfect blend, a latin soccer player... and Chris wanted him. His demonic cock began drooling, the fluid falling onto the grass below. The grass quivered and began to thicken, becoming sharp and growing longer, but that wasn't all. It crept out like vines, curling around Chris's ankles, latching on hard. The sudden pressure alerted Chris. He tried to pull back, to snap loose.

"Alan, help me!" Chris demanded, but his pig slave stood there in place. Chris looked up with anger, "ALAN!" he shouted, but still no response. That was when it hit Chris... the fact that no one was moving on the field either, or in the stands. Even the ball was frozen mid air, about to bounce off of one of the players' foreheads. Chris was stunned, not sure what to do. Reality itself had broken around him.

"You really need to be more careful where you point that thing..." came a deep, gravely voice. Chris turned despite his planty restraints to see a face he had only seen once before, the face of the man that had given him the cock ring and made him into an incubus. Chris swallowed a bit. The man looked to be thirty years old, his brown hair pulled back into a long loose ponytail that dropped down to his waist. A long, curved goatee hung from his chin, coming to a point above his collar bone. His lips were nearly black, but Chris saw features he hadn't seen the first time... Curved black horns erupting from his head, a long demonic tail, folded gray wings, pointed ears and fangs.

"What is this, what is going on?" Chris whispered.

"This is a lesson, my young friend. You're just coming into your powers, you have to be careful not to over-reach. Just because you can shape their minds doesn't make you invulnerable." The man said, coming to a stop next to Chris, pulling out a cell phone. He moved through the gallery before starting a video. People were filming their friends in the mall, but in the background there was clearly a demon getting a blow job from a pig man, a fact the person doing the recorder seemed to be completely oblivious to.

"If they... if they went back and saw that when I wasn't there?" Chris whispered. The man shrugged.

"Depends on how deep you planted the seed, they still might not see what you told them not to with your mind, but anyone else that saw this video? It could cause big problems." The man nodded.

"So... avoid crowded places?" Chris murmured. Once more the man shrugged.

"Well, eventually you'll be able to control your actual appearance, not just the physical perception of it... but for that you'll need both strength and training." The man said.

"I have the strength part in mind, I plan to give myself a graduation present this afternoon." Chris licked his lips.

"Well, then I better give you a quick lesson... Incubi feeding rule number one. Turnabout is delicious play." The man said with a chuckle.

"What does that even mean? And... I don't even know your name." Chris commented. The incubus rolled his eyes.

"To know a demon's true name is to have power over him. For now just call me Sensei." The incubus smirked, "So, turnabout. Human souls are forged out of virtues and darkened by sin. Turning virtue into sin grants you the greatest nourishment. Turning someone into their alternate is far more potent. Charity becomes greed, temperance becomes gluttony, humility becomes pride, kindness becomes envy, patience becomes wrath, diligence becomes sloth, and of course... chastity becomes lust." Sensei murmured, licking his lips with a forked tongue.

"So that's why Alan's change was more potent than the skater guy..." Chris murmured. The demon nodded.

"Yes, so ideally you should be corrupting your graduation present fully. If you gained enough power by the next full moon, I will train you with what you need to know to shield yourself fully." Sensei said.

"How will I know if I have enough?" Chris asked.

"Oh you won't, but I will." The incubus said before leaning in, his pierced lips pressing against Chris's. Chris felt such icy power, such strength. He melted into the kiss, returning it, his eyes fluttering shut... and then he heard the ball hit skull and bounce off. Chris opened his eyes and looked around. His instructor was gone, the game had resumed and Alan was humping the post of the guard rail in idle boredom. Chris took a deep breath, looking back at the soccer player.

"Can you tell me more about him?" Chris asked. Alan followed the clawed finger.

"Diego? Sure..." Alan murmured. Chris smiled sharply at that.

****

Practice had been hard and messy given the recent rains, leaving uniforms caked with mud and shoes streaked with grass stains. The showers seemed more like a mountain waterfall cascading over rocks as the athletes used the pressure to hose off their clothes as well, much to the chagrin of the coach. The smell of mud, sweat and steam filled the room with a dank masculinity, a smell that nearly knocked Chris off his demonic feet when he opened the doors.

He stood there for a moment, breathing it in before he advanced. His yellow eyes met with the other students sitting on the benches and in towels. They didn't see a demon enter, in fact they didn't even see Chris as his flamboyantly gay self. They simply saw another teammate in the blue and black soccer uniform, though his huge gauge piercings in his stretched ears remained. Chris watched them accept his presence so easily and it almost didn't feel like a challenge. He leaned down close, resting his chin on the shoulder of one of the athletes.

"You've been hiding your feelings long enough. That thrill of excitement every time you see him, the way you peek out of the corner of your eyes to watch him get undressed. Today's the day." Chris whispered before he pulled back. The red haired soccer player turned slowly, looking at the black haired teenager next to him. He bit his lip before he leaned in and kissed him soundly.

There were woops and calls of shock and surprise, though when some expressed anger at the presence of anything gay in the locker room, Chris met eyes with the offenders and calmed their minds. Soon they were oblivious, going back about their ways. Chris moved through the locker room with a bit of pride, looking at all the sexy men before he turned and looked in the shower, his jaw dropping open.

Despite all his power and influence, the sight of Diego's naked body was magnificent... His creamy brown skin, his shapely body, his perfect ass... Chris wanted to just eat him up, or his soul at the very least. Chris advanced slowly, though his claws clicked on the shower floor. The unusual sound caught Diego's attention and he turned, caramel eyes looking the intruder over.

Chris was quick to implant his subconscious suggestion, but Diego still looked dubious. The teenager held a hand over his groin, blinking slowly. He felt almost as if he was seeing double, seeing Chris standing there wearing a soccer uniform... but it wasn't right, there was too much black, too much leather, shadows. Diego closed his eyes and rested them before opening them again, seeing Chris not in the uniform but instead a black vest and tight jeans.

"What are you doing in here?" Diego asked, feeling the metal of his promise ring resting against his hidden shaft.

"I came here like you asked, you said you wanted to see me..." Chris said suggestively, but the words almost seemed to bounce off of Diego.

"Someone must be playing a prank on you... I have to finish showering now." Diego replied. Chris stood there in surprise, saying nothing. He hadn't interacted much with Diego before but Diego knew he was gay, hence the humility about his manhood... But Chris was shocked his plan hadn't worked. He couldn't plant the seed deep enough. Diego was too virtuous, too perfect. He had to resort to a back up plan, and he had the perfect person to help him.

****

Another school day had ended and Diego was getting ready for the long bus ride home. The school seemed strange with so few students. Only the computer hardware class had anyone left so late, but Diego had gotten used to it. He crossed the cracked, painted white lines of the cross walk, moving over to the bench across the street. It would be almost a half an hour before the bus got there, but Diego felt like he deserved a rest. He reached into his pockets, pulling out an mp3 player. He popped the ear buds into his ears and sat down on the bench.

The athlete had replaced his cobalt blue and black school jersey for a teal and black t-shirt, wearing loose black slacks and pristine white Nike shoes. His foot tapped gently to the beat of the music he listened to, letting the minutes roll by... at least until a shadow fell across him. Diego glanced up, his jaw tightening as he realized it was Alan Ulman. Alan sat down on the bench next to Diego, taking up most of it. Alan nodded to Diego and Diego nodded back, but Diego's curiosity got the best of him. He pulled an earbud out of his ear and cleared his throat, working up the courage to begin.

"How've you been, man?" Diego asked.

"Fantastic... Better than I have been ever before." Alan replied. One clean black eyebrow shot up on Diego's face.

"Really?" he asked.

"Oh yeah... I met someone wonderful, someone that really lets me be who I was meant to be. I don't have to hide behind prejudice or limitations or conventions anymore. I can just revel in what feels good." Alan whispered.

"Does it feel good to..." Diego trailed off, realizing how insulting he was about to sound.

"To be this fat?" Alan chuckled, lifting his shirt, slapping his belly, "I bet that's what you were gonna say... And yeah, actually. I know its not for everyone, but there's a certain pride in being bigger, of being more to love. I just wish that... well, the one I love loved me the same way as they like you." Alan said.

"Someone likes me?" Diego asked in surprise, trying to think back to the people Alan knew. Alan grinned.

"Oh yeah... Pretty, soft brown hair... Amazing skin, a perfect ass, a bit of curve to the hips... And those painted nails are to die for." Alan whispered. Diego couldn't help but close his eyes, trying to picture the perfect girl.

"Any perfume?" Diego asked.

"The scent of cinnamon lingering in the air as those claws trace down your skin... A velvety body pressing tight to yours." Alan whispered and Diego murmured more, but Alan merely chuckled, "So why is it that you've waited this long?"

"Waited this long for what? For sex?" Diego asked. Alan nodded. Diego took a breath, "I just... didn't want to derail my future before it started. Sex is risky, especially with the chance of a kid. I don't want to end my scholarships because I have to support a child... And I want that first time to be perfect, to be special." Diego said.

"Well... The least you can do is see if there's a flicker, a chance... Maybe not now, but maybe in the future it'll be right for you." Alan said. Diego was quiet for a long time before he groaned.

"Fucker, getting me all curious." Diego laughed, "Alright, I'll check things out."

"Perfect. I'll set everything up..." Alan said, pulling out a piece of paper with an address on it, handing it to Diego before he stood up.

"Dude, did you just come here to set me up?" Diego asked. Alan nodded and moved off again. Diego watched him go before looking back at the paper, wondering just what sort of girl was waiting for him.

****

The sum had set and evening had fallen, stars coming out as the moon rose above the horizon. It was the perfect night for a date, and Diego felt like that was what he had been pushed into. The address on the paper had led him to a small out of the way hole in the wall restaurant. He pushed the door open and moved in, wearing a black suit with a teal under-shirt and cobalt tie. He moved in and looked around, but the place was empty... But in the center there was a table with five flickering candles and two glasses of sparkling white milky fluid.

Diego moved over curiously, noticing a name card sitting on the table, his name. He smiled a bit at that before he looked around, but there was no brown haired beauty just yet. Diego felt like the blind date was exciting and terrible at the same time, but it was just a first date. He didn't have to go any further than he wanted to... But what if this was the girl of his dreams? What if this was all leading up to his destiny, his future? What if he couldn't stop himself?

The doors to the kitchen rattled and opened and Diego looked up, expecting a server. Instead he saw the last person he expected to see... Chris. Chris carried out a platter, wearing a skin tight black mesh shirt and a blue kilt, boots laced up almost all the way to the knees, though the boots had sharp claw like tips emerging from them. Diego stared at Chris with his mouth open, watching the gay hipster put down a platter of food before removing the lid.

"Surf and turf, oysters and beef, tons of meat for such a strong man like yourself." Chris said with a wicked grin.

"Is... is there anyone else back there?" Diego murmured.

"Just Alan, he's helping to cook." Chris replied.

"And my date?" Diego asked.

"I hope it isn't too rude of a shock..." Chris said, moving to lift a leg over Diego's before he sat down on his lap, facing him. Diego inhaled sharply, feeling the junk of another man press naked against his pants. Diego was about to throw Chris off of him, but he was caught in the snare of those yellow eyes. Chris began to gyrate back and forth, grinding against Diego.

"Ch... Chris..." Diego whispered, "Please..." he added, though it was uncertain whether the please was for an escape, or begging for more.

"Diego... Athlete, scholar, virgin, saint. So smart, so wise, so strong..." Chris whispered, leaning to nuzzle his ear, licking it slowly, "You turned me away before... I'm not used to that anymore." Chris whispered.

"Not... my type..." Diego managed.

"Why not? What's your type? Girls? But you won't even go out with them. They are too much of a risk. You could knock them up, get tethered to them, unable to live your life... but a guy? I can only make your life better. Guys know what guys want. I can help you be stronger, faster, sexier. I can make you feel so good..." Chris said, moving to kiss Diego's chin.

"Not... gay..." Diego whispered, still straining but the weight and pressure on his lap, the attention after it being forbidden so long, was starting to be more than enough. Diego was starting to get hard.

"Not gay? Why not?" Chris grinned, kissing Diego's neck, "Can you imagine the look on your team's faces when they realize that of all the men you could have, you picked me? They'll look up to you even more, knowing you are a bro's bro... That you're so manly only a man will do, that you could fuck them any day of the week and it is only your restraint of will that holds you back." Chris said.

"Bro's bro..." Diego murmured softly. It was a weakness in his character. He had left his family behind when coming to America, he'd joined teams to reclaim that sense of brotherhood.

"Oh yeah, us gay boys need to stick together. Solidarity and all that... Plus its so much safer. You can't knock me up. No disease, no pregnancy, no risk and all pleasure. It's the only way you're going to get to go to college without a baby in tow. You have to sew your wild oats, you're a sexual beast just waiting to break out of there... An animal that needs to fuck and suck." Chris said.

A blast of air passed through Diego's nostrils. He as trying to fight it, but his mind was starting to get lost in a cloud of arousal. He felt a guy humping him, the weight of another person. He'd spent so much time distracting himself from sex that he forgot what the contact of another body was like, let alone one that wanted to be with him... and one he could be with guilt free.

Diego thought of every morning wood he'd been afflicted by, every passing erection and arousal, realizing if he had been gay that he could have let it all out without fear. No children, no diseases with Chris... It was an outlet he had denied himself for too long, after all he was a sexual beast that needed to sew his wild oats. Diego moaned more at that, his eyes opening, looking into Chris's in a different way.

It was at that moment that Diego felt it, the connection he had with other men. It had been so much harder to connect with Diego's soul, but it was happening. Chris leaned in closer, his lips fluttering mere centimeters away.

"If you want an easier way, to have the freedom to be gay and to be as sexual as you want... Kiss me." Chris whispered. For once it wasn't an order, a command, a directive or a hypnotic suggestion. He sat there on the athlete's lap, feeling his breath. Diego panted softly before he leaned in, bringing his lips to those of the demon... and Chris returned the kiss ten fold. Their lips wrestled, their bodies rubbed and Diego's erection started to grow longer and harder, snaking down his pants. Chris moved his clawed fingers to start cutting the pants open, the fabric splitting into ribbons. Before long Chris was lifting a brown cock out of the pants, sliding his hand up and down its length.

Diego moaned louder at that, the kiss becoming more heated. He wondered how many times he had suppressed gay thoughts about his teammates, his friends and his co-workers... but he knew it was somehow only right that Chris had awoken it in him, the gayest kid in school. Diego kissed Chris desperately, feeling the boy's mustache tickle his upper lip. He returned the kiss, working harder and harder at it, his chest rising and falling with his breath.

Chris's demonic tail whipped around behind him as he kissed the human, feeling the power starting to flood into him. Diego's resolve was breaking down. He was questioning everything. Had he merely been straight out of habit? Had he been celibate out of convenience? He was getting a hand job from another guy and it felt so right he wondered why he hadn't done it a long time ago. His chastity was broken. Diego started to hump his hips up and down, feeling his cock meat squeezed by the demon hand, unaware that Chris was feeding off of the new sin.

Diego's humility at Chris seeing his cock in the shower was turning into regret that he hadn't shown off for the gay boy, showing him what he had... and what he had was pretty good. The humility was melting into pride, feeding Chris even more. The two continued their embrace, humping cock to cock, lips to lips. Chris reached up and began to stroke Diego's black hair, deciding to use some of the energy the soccer player was giving off against him.

Each stroke of Chris's hand brought Diego's hair to grow longer and longer. The sides of his head were still shaved, but the center grew out inches at a time. Chris thought at first he would give Diego a mohawk like Alan, but the hair was so soft and smooth that it simply fell down in a limp mane down the side of his face, covering his ears... Ears that were starting to grow pointed. It took Chris a moment, but he realized just how Diego was going to be sewing his wild oats.

There was a whistle in the air as a razor sharp demon tail sliced through the back of the chair. The support dropped away and Diego yelped as he fell back. The support of the chair landed against a large potted tree, creating a bit of a slope as Diego came down, now laying in the restaurant. Chris licked his lips before he grabbed Diego's hips and tilted them, exposing his firm, muscled athlete but. One clawed finger slid down the center of the pants, cutting through the material just above the cleft of the ass. As the fabric parted, a tight pucker was exposed... a pucker that Chris wanted to violate.

Diego was left helpless, a long shock of black hair hanging over one eye as his as cheeks were parted. He inhaled as he felt a pointed, demonic tip began pushing in. It felt alien, wrong, strange and wonderful. Diego's virgin ass was incredibly tight, but the muscles massaged and convulsed as if to welcome the intruder. Chris began pushing in, feeling every contour of the perfect soccer player butt, loving it.

Chris's clawed hands moved, freeing Diego of his tie, his over shirt and then his under shirt. Bit by bit, the scraps of fabric fell to the floor below. The incubus licked his lips and began thrusting into the human's ass, feeling his huge cock squeeze tighter and smaller into the confines. Chris knew it was time to push things along, to feed off the human all the more.

"God you are so hot, the sexiest and strongest man on any of the teams." Chris whispered. Diego's lips curled a bit into a bit f of pride.

"I am pretty hot, aren't I?" he asked. As he accepted the words and answered them in his own mind, his back arched. A fluttering began spreading through his body, a fever starting.

Chris ground tighter, feeling the changes starting, wondering what type of boyfriend he was creating. He watched Diego's muscles begin to expand slowly. His pecs filled out, his abs hardened, his neck widened and his legs were soon far more impressive, but of all that it still wasn't quite complete.

While Chris had decimated Diego's clothes, his shoes remained in place. The black leather penny loafers were growing tight. The tiny black laces stretched to their limits, the leather buckling before the right shoe nearly exploded off. The socks beneath were perfectly clean but they were warping, the toes seeming to be the wrong length, the mounds reshaping. The fabric began to bunch up, pushing down as Diego's ankles lengthened. Eventually the sock had too little to hold onto and fell away, revealing what was beneath.

In just a few moments of making out with Chris, Diego's toes were already starting to fuse. The skin melted together, the toenails started to turn tan and then brown, spreading out. The keratin coating swallowed the toes, covering them in a wedge of protective bone. The bone swept around the feet from front to back, capping it all off, growing longer and thicker. The foot reshaped from the foot of a human to the foot of an animal, a hoofed animal...

Diego's other shoe popped off as well, his precious soccer playing foot warping to match the other. Soon his hoofed feet were kicking in the air as his ass was pounded. Chris licked his lips, a long demonic tongue hanging out of his lips past his chin, dripping searing hot drool onto Diego's stomach. His kilt was draped over the affected region, hiding his massive demon cock prying open the Latin ass, stretching it well beyond its limits.

Chris fucked hard and deep, feeling countless inches sliding into the human. With each thrust, he honed in on Diego's prostate before he finally struck it. Diego moaned out loudly, his back arching. Another strike, another moan. Diego started to wonder if he had been gay all along, if he should have been open about it like Chris. If he had, would they have been dating since middle school? Would they have gone to pride parades? Would they have been inseparable? Diego's moans became more effeminate, his voice rising a bit higher in pitch. Dark strands of hair began pushing out of his upper lip, peach fuzz darkening, trimmed hairs growing back to how long they would have been.

The darkness spread on his upper lip before the mustache reemerged, the edges growing longer and longer. The strands dropped down in length, but as they elongated they began to curl. A waxy film built up on the edges and the mustache curled to match Chris's. Diego panted deeply as his very soul, his personal history and his personality were reshaped, Chris's homosexuality creeping back into Diego's life. His hands throbbed and ached, his fingernails turning from white to pink, yellow, red, purple, green and blue... a rainbow of colors, but the painted nails weren't remaining human.

The bone grew out longer, thickening as the finger tip sloped away. The bone curved around the finger and shifted, capping each digit with a tiny hoof of its very one, a hooflette. The fingers drug against the chair as Diego let out more super gay moans, humping his ass back against the invading cock. The limp mohawk mane hung over half his face, but he grinned with saucy lust, unable to stop, wanting to give it all he had. Chris reached up and dug his claws into Diego's shoulder for good measure, but the ink from his claws drained into the changing soccer player.

The skin of Diego's shoulder rippled as it drew the pigment in, forming a paw tattoo on his shoulder, starting red on one side and crossing the entire rainbow before ending purple on the other. Diego let out another slutty moan, drooling a bit, panting and bucking. His identity had been changed, his homosexuality hitting its peak. He remembered nothing but being gay, of loving men, and having a crush on Chris. He wanted to be with him always, for the rest of eternity... and as that thought filled his mind, the virginity promise ring on his finger snapped and crumbled to the ground.

With his restraint slipping away, Diego's changes began progressing much faster. The body hair on his arms and legs thickened, the black hair growing longer and softer. As the hairs reached their full length, new hairs formed, then even more. Patches of black fur came in, hiding his cinnamon skin. It grew right down to his hooves, then slipped up his legs, covering his knees. The fur swarmed towards his groin, his fat cock waggling with the force of their love making. His natural black bush spread over his round, plump balls and then his hips. Before long his muscled jock butt was black and furry, the cheeks parting to reveal his stretched, invaded ass hole. Chris continued filling that ring of meat with over a foot of demon shaft, fucking his mate hard... but something strange was happening, his kilt was being lifted up. The incubus used one hand to reach down, pulling the material back, his eyes widening with glee. Diego's brown cock was growing longer and longer to meet him, stretching past eight inches, then ten, then eleven. The brown of his skin started to become mottled, patches turning black while other spots remained earthy colored.

A demonic hand wrapped around the growing cock, stroking it up and down even as he fucked Diego's plump ass. The cock continued to change, the mushroom shaped head of Diego's cock began to blunt, flattening out and flaring wide. The urethra become fatter, the cock wider as a ridge looped around his meat... meat that was looking more and more equine by the moment.

Diego bucked and kicked as his horse cock pushed past a foot long, feeling his tailbone quiver and push out, black hair erupting from the flesh all over, forming a lengthening horse tail. The black fur had swept up from his hooves all the way up across his muscled stomach and the small of his back. Diego's pits grew softer as the black hair turned to fur and spread out around his arms and across his chest. The fur met up over his stomach and crossed his shoulder blades.

Chris admired his creation, looking at his soft velvety black fur from neck to what had been toes, so caught up in the change he didn't notice the painted horse hands grabbing his hips... but he noticed when the horse began lifting him up. Chris gasped, his huge cock pulled out of the horse's ass, the demon hoisted up. Chris wasn't sure what was going to happen until Diego nearly let him drop... right onto his horse shaft.

The demon let out a shriek of lust as his tail was knocked out of the way and his ass cheeks were spread. The horse cock speared into him, impaling him so deep that he felt like his stomach might bulge out from it. Chris' head went back limp as he was fucked unexpectedly by his horse lover, riding him for all he was worth.

Diego fucked into the demon, so lost in his gayness that he could practically feel his tainted soul draining away, leaving him with a hole in his chest he only wanted to fill with sex. He fucked into Chris like mad, feeling his jaw clench and tighten before his face started to push out. His teeth flattened, his jaw elongated and his nose pushed out to keep pace. As the nose stretched, it widened as well. His nose flattened, the nostrils stretched and the forming muzzle began to look more and more equine.

Inch by inch, the black fur advanced over his neck, his jaw, his cheeks and his ears. The ears started to stretch and climb into points, taking on teardrop shapes as they migrated up his head, resting at the top. The long limp mane of black that Chris had given him grew longer, stretching around his scalp and down the back of his head, extending down his neck and all the way to his shoulders, hanging long and luxurious.

Each bone pop and shift made Diego feel more natural, like the beast he was meant to be. His long muzzle was magnificent, his ears perfect, his body primal and strong. He was a jet black horse with a mottled brown and black cock burried deep in the ass of a demon. He fucked that ass as deep as he could, knowing there was nothing but pleasure for them both, feeling that this was his destiny.

Chris rode the cock in a drunken haze of pleasure, feeling as if he had feasted on more food than he had ever tasted before, devouring the remnants of Diego's twisted soul. Humility had become pride and chastity had become lust. It was glorious for both of them. Chris reveled in his super gay horse stud, feeling the cock probe inside of him... and as much as he wanted to gain power, to become stronger... he was greedy enough to want to perfect his boyfriend too, channeling that tainted energy back.

Diego let out a whinny of pleasure as his balls began swelling larger, his prostate expanding, every part of his sexual anatomy becoming enhanced. The cock expanded longer and thicker in the tight ass, the balls pushed out to the size of avocados and Diego couldn't take it any more. He tipped his head back, let out a wild whinny of pleasure and felt himself topple over the edge, blinded by orgasm.

The horse's balls trembled, his cock pulsed and a huge gushing flood of yellow horse sperm began pumping into Chris's ass, but the horse wasn't done changing yet. From his painted finger hooves to his hidden rainbow tattoo, he was gay and magical... and the power had to manifest somehow. Diego's forehead began to swell, bulging outward, the flesh growing tight and inflamed and irritated before a white bony tip poked through. There was a slight release of blood before it dried, but the knobbed bone began to emerge more and more, growing wider as it extended, erupting from Diego's head like a massive metaphorical erection.

Diego drooled as his horn emerged from the center of his forehead, angling upwards more and more even as his fat cock impaled a demon. Chris sat there in awe, feeling his stomach fill with so much horse cum that his belly was rounding, but he watched his horse lover become a unicorn. The horn stretched to six inches, eight, then ten before slowing to a stop. It was ivory white, contrasting with the pitch black fur that covered his body... a magnificent, horny gay black unicorn. Chris couldn't handle it anymore.

The demon's cock flared and erupted with cum, torrents of the stuff shooting out with power. The horse opened his maw and caught as much as he could mid air before burying his long face around the cock, sucking it down gulp by gulp. The horse guzzled the seed, watching the demon with loving, caramel covered eyes. It felt as if they had been friends for years, getting up to gay hijinks anywhere they could... but whatever the case actually was, he knew that they would be together for a very long time, tainted lovers and demons of the Earth.

****

The shrill whistle echoed across the field, followed soon after by the shouting orders of the soccer coach. The performance of the team had fallen dramatically in recent weeks and Coach Shore wasn't going to have any of it, but the players just didn't feel the focus they used to have. Some couldn't stop gazing at each other with longing affection while others knew they had lost their key player. A few eyes cast across the field over to the bleachers where Diego was necking with his boyfriend. They just couldn't understand what had happened to him.

To their eyes Diego had grown his hair out to his shoulders, keeping the black hair shaved on the sides. His hipster mustache rivaled Chris's, though their lips were always meeting in such furtive kisses that it was hard to tell where one ended and the next started. The rainbow paw tattoo remained on Diego's shoulder, but like Chris there were now black demonic tribal tattoos radiating outward from it.

Even Diego's clothing had changed, wearing airy loose pants that let him run freely, as well as what seemed like open toed sandals, though they made odd clip clopping noises whenever he passed. His black sleeveless wife beater shirt showed off his arms and his hairy chest, even the pierced nipples hidden right below the low plunging neckline. It was as if he was a completely different person, but his former team mate was intent on getting him back.

"Samson, are you going to kick or aren't you?!" Coach shore shouted. Samson brought his attention back. He had to try one last time to re-trigger the spark. He ran at an angle toward the ball. Coach shores began to scream, but Samson kicked. The ball went sailing up and out, arching over the guard rail, coming right down toward the two. Hearing the ball in the wind, Diego turned just in time.

The ball stopped abruptly, mid air as the air rushed out of it, the pleather punctured by an invisible unicorn horn none of the humans could see. Chris cursed softly before he held out his hand. The players on the field slowed to a stop, caught in the dawning of their shock at what had just happened. Diego blushed softly, reaching up to pull the ball off of his horn, looking at it with a sheepish grin.

"Sorry... Force of habit." He whispered, looking out at the frozen players, "Do you realize what we could do to them in this state?" he whispered.

"Yes, I do, but first we're going to go get a new ball and toss it back at them in some feeble attempt to make it look like it bounced off your head... and second, we're going to find a new make out spot, okay?" Chris asked. Diego smirked at that, reaching over to give his boyfriend's massive cock a few strokes.

"You sure? I love to make them envious..." Diego whispered.

"Even if they can't see everything that's going on?" Chris asked.

"Especially if they can't see everything that's going on." Diego replied with a laugh. The two certainly were well suited for one another.