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INK 3 Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Mithrasity

The door to the bathroom burst open as Chris stumbled in, moving over to the sink, his hands over his mouth as he coughed and wretched before deep, dark red blood erupted out, landing in the white basin, swirling around before draining away. Chris stood there with blood dripping from his fingers, panting before he looked up in the mirror, looking at his reflection with pale yellow eyes.

It had been over a month since he had become an incubus, opened up to the new possibilities of a demonic existence. He'd converted a half dozen humans into his servants and he'd been training every day with Sensei, the incubus that had given him his powers with the demonic cock ring... Even sick, Chris was prideful in his appearance. His feathered brown hair would make models envious, his hipster mustache was perfectly maintained, his ear plugs were large and heavy, his muscled arms were covered in intense black tribal tattoos and his horns were beautiful... Not that he allowed many people to see that last part, at least not intentionally.

The training had started when Chris had been careless with his appearance in front of phones. Sensei had promised to show Chris how to mask his looks in reality rather than just in the perceptions of others, but training was getting harder and harder. Sensei's sessions were physically and emotionally draining... and most recently dangerous. Chris had tried to summon fire like Sensei, but it had simply exploded in his hands, breaking some ribs. Even now he could feel his bones healing, his tissue repairing itself, but it was taxing. He was so tired, so worn out.

Chris wiped his lips off, realizing how red they looked. He opened his mouth and saw even his fangs were stained. He slowly licked his teeth, grinning a bit. He would have been a pretty hot vampire too if life had taken a different route, but then again he wouldn't have wound up with a sexy black unicorn as a boyfriend. Chris turned the sink on just long enough to wander out of the bathroom and head back toward his door.

"I'm going to lay down for a while." Chris muttered.

"Alright dear, hope you feel better. Let me know if you need anything." Came the response of his mother, though the voice seemed distant as Chris barely managed to get into his room. He stumbled toward the bed before he fell forward onto his bed, looking at the same time both like a tattooed punk and a very vulnerable young boy. His eyes slipped shut, his limbs were spread eagle over the soft mattress and his mind drifted.

There was a swirl of colors and sounds in his mind, a chaos of his recapped life, memories sorting around in his brain... but somewhere in the midst of it all, there was an odd tranquility that Chris had never paused long enough to find before. Piercing through the shadows of his life was a pinprick of light. Chris started wandering toward it, the light growing brighter and brighter, opening up like a tunnel before him. He held up his clawed hands against the light but continued onward, smelling rain in the air... and somewhere up ahead he saw brilliant billowing clouds. Chris was drawn toward it, longingly, needingly - before it abruptly came to an end.

"CHRIS!" The shout was intense, as were the hands shaking him. Chris gasped, his back arching as his heart started beating again. Yellow eyes looked around frantically before he spotted a black unicorn man above him, standing next to a fat pig punk and a lanky lion chewing on his claws nervously. Chris panted hard before looking at them.

"Wh... What's going on?" Chris murmured.

"Dude, we were worried about you... Something felt wrong." Shane the skater lion whispered.

"You didn't reply to any of my texts." Diego added.

"I just gone home, its-" Chris paused, realizing how dark the room was. He slowly sat up, looking out his window at the dull amber glow of the street lights. Evening had fallen. He'd been asleep for hours.

"You were so pale when we came in... And... And your cock was soft." Alan whispered. Chris wasn't surprised that Alan had checked his cock, but he was surprised that he had gone limp. Since becoming an incubus, that had never happened before. Something was terribly wrong.

"I have to talk to Sensei." Chris whispered.

****

The heavy metal door rumbled open as Chris pushed with all his might, the cargo elevator opening up to the loft warehouse space Sensei had been renting. By the power of magic, the space had been changed into quite a luxurious abode. Bookshelves lined the walls, leather furniture was set up around, there were carpets from all over the world and a small kitchenette with the finest foods.

Chris moved into the room, looking over at the kitchen, spotting Sensei. The incubus stood with a glass of red wine, but he looked back at Chris almost as if he was surprised to see him. Sensei set the glass down and moved around the table, his long ponytail swaying behind him almost as much as his spaded demon tail.

"Chris, I thought you would have been resting up. It was a hard day." Sensei said, "Why don't you sit down." He added, gesturing to one of the chairs.

"Sensei, I need you to be honest with me... How many Incubi have you created?" Chris asked, slumping down into the over-sized leather chair, his foot long cock laying against his leather chaps. Sensei moved over and sat down on the couch, spreading his legs, considering.

"Not very many. Creation of a demon is a very difficult thing, at least a true demon." Sensei said.

"When I found you that night in the bar, when you gave me the cock ring that transformed me, you said that it was passed down to you... that it reminded me you that you were special and that what you wanted was within reach." Chris said, "I don't know what I wanted, except to be loved, to not be alone. I've felt alone for so long..."

"And now you have Diego and the others. The ring helped you get that, didn't it?" Sensei asked, almost urgingly so.

"But what if it is coming at a price? Sensei, my... heart stopped tonight. I think I was dying. Maybe I need a break from this." Chris said softly. Sensei got up and moved over from his chair, moving to rest a hand on Chris's shoulder.

"I know whatever you went through must have been hard and confusing, but whatever you do... You can't take the cock ring off. It's a demonic covenant, a bond that you forged. It is tied to your power over your own body, the friends you've made. We'll find other ways to work through this." Sensei said, his clawed hands massaging Chris's shoulders.

"Why... did you pick me that night?" Chris whispered, his eyes still closed. Sensei seemed almost taken aback at that, his mind reeling a bit.

"Well, you... seemed like such a good candidate, like you had so much potential. You were eager and ambitious, energetic and cute. You came in there despite all your fear to try and make your life better. You were meant for this, and I was meant to be in your life." Sensei said, "I think I know what we need to do. We need to meditate, refocus." Sensei added, holding out his hand. Wax began to bubble and billow from between the seams of the wood floor, working into candles that ignited themselves, the smoke stretching out in straight lines to form a pentagram.

"Meditate? Will that help?" Chris asked. He felt so weak and so sick. He just wanted to get back to being vibrant like he had been as a demon, or even as a human.

"Come Chris, come with me." Sensei said. Chris stood up onto his clawed feet obediently and followed Sensei into the pentagram. Sensei helped him to sit down cross legged in the symbol before he sat down on the opposite side of Chris. Sensei reached out, wrapping a hand around Chris's long demon shaft, lifting it upward, starting to rhythmically and slowly pump it up and down. With is free hand, he took Chris's right hand and brought it to his own, slightly larger member.

Chris started to pump Sensei's cock obediently, looking at the demon that had given him everything. He looked like a textbook demon with his horns and his pointed goatee, though his long hair was luxuriant and his skin rather fair. Sensei closed his eyes and soon Chris did the same, their hands moving up and down in unison. It wasn't long before Chris had maintained the erection he had since his transformation, the erection that hadn't gone away.

Up and down went the hands as the candles flickered. Sensei breathed in and out, Chris did the same. There was silence for several minutes before words began to slip out of Sensei's lips, gentle and soft at first, but growing deeper. The light in the rest of the loft began to drain away, the room becoming darker and oppressive. The heat began to climb, and yet all Chris could do was feel icy and cold. His heart rate was slowing, his breathing becoming shallower. He felt dizzy and lost.

"Sensei, we need to stop. Something's not right..." Chris whispered, but his demonic teacher continued his incantation. Chris squirmed gently as his skin got paler and paler, his veins turning dark. Chris's hand faltered on his master's quivering shaft. Despite his vertigo, he felt that inner peace again, that pinprick of light opening up into a tunnel stretching out before him and the clouds beyond.

"That's it Chris, feel the power flowing from you, feel that distant peace waiting for you." Sensei whispered. Chris felt himself drawn toward that light, those clouds, that peace... and then he heard something from beyond, a voice calling to him.

"Run..." came the gentle whisper. All at once, Chris's strength snapped back into him. He let go of Sensei's cock, but the demon's hands moved and grabbed onto his wrists, holding him in place. Chris gasped, feeling his strength running up his arms and into the demon.

"Sensei, stop, you're hurting me!" Chris gasped.

"All I need is a little more... Your life has been leading up to this moment, don't turn away now..." Sensei groaned, his fangs stretching longer, his eyes turning brilliantly red. Chris' lips turned in anger, his claws stretching.

"I said STOP!" he shouted. As if responding to his emotions, the tribal tattoos on his arms quivered and moved with a life of their own, lifting out of his skin into tendrils of shadow, stretching into tentacles as they hit Sensei in the chest and knocked him backwards.

The demon was lifted off his ass and legs, breaking the pentagram. Outside of the pentagram, there were a few shards of yellow light that became visible like dust in sunbeams, moving from inside over to where Sensei had landed. Chris watched in shock, starting to put everything together. The energy that had been hidden from view was his. Sensei was feeding off of him... Sensei had always been paranoid, so much as to not even give Chris his real name as that would have power over him, but Sensei knew his name... Chris sprung up to his feet, still feeling weak but more desperate as he fled for the elevator.

"Life isn't that easy, Chris, you have a purpose to fulfill!" Sensei hissed, moving toward the elevator, opening his hand as a ball of fire erupted in his palm. Chris grabbed the elevator door to slam it shut, but the tattoo ink on his arms lifted out of his skin into living shadow, grabbing onto the metal to shut it as well. The metal slammed across the gap and crushed into the frame as the elevator began descending. Chris panted quickly, eyes wide in stark terror, trying to piece together everything that had happened... He knew the worst place he could go would be home, but he needed to get back there, to feel safe, to get the ground beneath his feet. Things were changing just too fast.

****

A deep and heavy rumble spread across the heavens, clouds sweeping in over the city as Chris ran all the way back to his house. He had never felt as fast in his life as he did that night, crossing blocks almost in a blink of an eye, but it still wasn't fast enough to beat the rain. Everyone Chris passed was caught off guard as the forecasted dry night turned moist. Heavy, warm droplets began falling from the sky, pelting the cement and the cars, soaking the city until Chris's taloned feet sent out ripples in every direction.

There were murmurs and gasps, curious expressions and quick explanations as Chris passed. His fa巽ade was slipping. People were seeing elements of who he was, but he didn't care. He could barely keep it together. His chest rose and fell and then there was a slight flutter in his heart as he saw home... He saw the walls he had grown up in, the place that had been his sanctuary from the haters.

He crossed the yard, his feet getting muddy. He tracked the mud up the steps and across the green astro-turf welcome mat, barreling into the house before shutting and locking the door. Chris wondered if the stories about welcoming a demon into his house were real, or if that was just vampires. He didn't know what to do anymore. The bravado was all gone despite such a masculine form. Chris backed up slowly, his spine pressing against the plaster wall. Chris slowly lowered his head and a tear ran down his cheek before falling to the floor.

As Chris opened his eyes, he saw something strange... The floor was covered with particles of what looked like sand, or at least there was a line of it leading up to the door. Chris turned his head and realized it was on the other side as well. Chris looked up as his father approached before he cast his hand. A cloud of the sandy looking stuff arched out and over before landing in a perfect line across the doorway. Chris froze in place, trying his hardest to shield his appearance. He swallowed gently, looking at his dad.

The man was thirty eight years old, his brown hair shaved short and he had a soul patch running down from his bottom lip around his chin. His jaw was square, his frame was fairly muscled and he had a bit of a tan from his field work. As an anthropologist he had gone all over the world, though he always came back home to make time with the family. Chris had always respected him... even if he had snuck out from time to time, but the sand confused him completely.

"Dad?" Chris whispered.

"Don't worry Chris, it will keep him out. It's salt from the dead sea. But you won't be able to cross the line either. I probably should have started using that when I grounded you, huh?" Chris's father said with a weak smile. Chris's eyes widened even more.

"Duncan, stop playing with him..." Came the voice of Chris's mother from the living room. Duncan nodded at that and put a hand on Chris's shoulder.

"Lydia is right. Chris, I know things have been very hard on you... but if you're ready to understand more, it is time for us to tell you." Duncan said, "We have some tea in the living room." He added before he turned and moved away, his shoulders broad enough to nearly touch both sides of the hall way. Chris stood with his back to the wall for a long moment, even more shocked by this recent revelation than the fact that his mentor had turned against him. Did his parents know? Had he failed so miserably with hiding his new powers from them? How did they know the salt would work? But in the end, there was only one way to find out.

Chris turned and moved into the living room, seeing his mother there with her red hair pulled back into a pony tail, sitting in a jade green dress. On her lap was one of the old photo albums. His father sat in a high back chair in front of their bookshelf, his hand playing with the pendant he normally wore around his neck. Chris stepped lightly as if he was on egg shells before he sat down on the couch, sinking rather low. Honestly, despite his fear of what was about to happen, it felt comforting... almost normal.

"Mom? Dad?" Chris asked weakly.

"Chris, I'm... so sorry I didn't respond faster when you were ill today." Lydia said softly, brushing the hair out of her eyes, revealing that she had been crying, "It seems like I've spent my whole life preparing and when the time came, I..." She trailed off. Duncan reached over and rubbed her shoulder.

"What is important is that someone found him in time." Duncan replied, looking to his son, "Chris... We know that you've been going through certain changes recently, feeling desires and abilities waking up."

"It... I already had the puberty talk dad." Chris fumbled for words, blushing brightly. Duncan chuckled a bit at that.

"I suppose it is sort of like that in a way, isn't it? Thank goodness that your urges didn't wake up when you first hit puberty or we'd be in a world of trouble." Duncan said. Chris's brow furrowed.

"You... know about what I'm feeling now, but... It's only been a month? How could you learn everything so fast?" Chris asked. Lydia tilted her head slightly.

"You may have only been awakening for a month, but your entire life has been leading up to this, to your heritage." Lydia said.

"But I don't have any heritage, I... He gave me this..." Chris whispered. Duncan's muscles stiffened as he sat up in his chair more upright.

"Is that what he told you? That he made you into an incubus?" Duncan asked, taking a breath, "Chris, you were born an incubus... This was always in you." Duncan said. Chris's back stiffened and he leaned back into the chair more. He thought back in his life, to his earliest memories, trying to compare them with what television and books said his life should have been. He'd come out of the closet earlier than most boys, been openly gay, but he couldn't think of anything else that was strange... but then he looked at his parents, his seemingly normal parents.

"Then... Then you two?" Chris asked. Duncan's eyes lowered and then he looked at Lydia. Lydia swallowed gently.

"Chris, I want you to know in the bottom of your heart that you are completely and entirely loved, but your... biological parents... were an angel and a demon, a forbidden love that could never be allowed... When you were born, you were entrusted to us... so that we could protect you." Lydia said. Chris sat there, blinking slowly, trying to take it all in.

"I'm adopted... and a demon since birth..." Chris muttered, "And you are... what?" he asked.

"Druids, neutral guardians..." Duncan said. Again Chris was quiet for some time before he swallowed weakly.

"But you love me?" Chris asked.

"With all our hearts and souls." Lydia replied.

"So I guess... it was like when I came out? I wasn't exactly the son that you expected, but that didn't change anything. You still loved me, and I love you." Chris said. Lydia sniffled at that and moved over to hug Chris tight, rubbing his back. Chris melted into the hug, laying his head against her shoulder for two full minutes before they finally pulled back. Duncan waited for Lydia to sit back down before he looked at Chris.

"What did the demon try to do to you son?" Duncan asked.

"I think he was trying to steal my life, my power or something... Can he do that?" Chris asked. Lydia looked at Duncan and Duncan nodded gently.

"Among the many, many reasons the love was forbidden between your biological parents was that any child they created would be... different, given powers of both worlds. The potential threat was enormous, but so too was the gain. Incubi suck souls to survive, gaining strength from their prey. If an incubus were to take your life, they would gain every soul you ever gained nourishment from and your own powers, the untapped potential waiting before you." Duncan said.

"But they couldn't do it using sex, they would need a catalyst." Lydia said.

"Mom!" Chris blushed, not wanting to talk about sex with his mother before he paused, looking down slowly. Resting in his lap, shielded from the minds of his parents was Chris's member, at the base of which was a metal ring... A cock ring that Sensei had given him, ingrained with a pattern almost like the tattoos covering his arms. Chris looked up slowly, "Could a ring do it?" he asked.

"Yes... Assuming he could get it onto you." Duncan said. Chris gave a sheepish smile.

"Let's assume he could... If I take it off, will I get healthy again?" Chris asked.

"The ring is likely a bond, a covenant. Taking it off will probably weaken you before it makes you stronger, but even more... Anything you did while you had it on could be affected... Like your friends." Lydia said. Chris looked up at that.

"My friends?" Chris asked, his heart skipping a beat. Duncan looked a bit more ashamed.

"I am so sorry Chris... So very sorry... But part of the reason we live here, to protect you, was to keep you from temptation. We tried to find the place with the least number of human souls that would resonate with yours... The least receptive humans. If you had grown up in a place like San Francisco, your powers would have awoken at a very early age... and the number of souls you could have consumed would be astronomical." Duncan explained.

"We live here because there aren't a lot of gay guys? So you knew I'd be lonely?" Chris asked, his eyes starting to glisten.

"We didn't know who you would be attracted to, it's a very provincial town in general... but... We knew that it wouldn't be a natural fit for you. We just wanted you to be safe, to live..." Lydia whispered.

"We have a lot of talking to do ahead of us, but I can't let Sensei or whatever his name is keep feeding off of me. I have to get this thing off... But what if it makes me lose Diego? I just..." Chris trailed off.

"Invite them over... Remove the ring. If everything falls apart, we can erase their memories..." Duncan said. Chris sat there for a long moment before he shook his head.

"I know it'll be harder on me, on all of us, but... I'm not going to lie or be lied to anymore. I'll invite Diego over, so I can apologize in person, but the rest of them deserve to live their lives in whatever way it is going to unfold. I'm going to get ready. Diego will probably be here about sunrise." Chris said, taking a deep breath before he rose to his feet to get ready. It was going to be a very long night, and there was so much to get used to... But Chris knew he had to get rid of the ring, the ring he thought had given him power when it really was a noose.

****

The rains had subsided and the darkness had faded into a brilliant pink and periwinkle dawn. The sunlight warmed the cement and the rain evaporated out of it, rising in steam toward the clouds above. It was quite early, but normally Chris would have been getting ready to go to school... Another Monday morning. Instead he sat on his bed, completely naked. The fetish outfit Sensei had given him was thrown in the garbage can, leaving the demon's flesh exposed. The black swirling marks covered his arms, his shoulder blades and circled his stomach, such a deep part of him.

Chris looked at the tattoos on his arms, thinking back to that night. He'd used a sharpie to scrawl all over himself, drawing patterns he thought were cool... But they'd become a part of him, a part so deep he had defended himself using them. Had they always been there, buried in his mind? Chris gasped as his thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the window. He looked up, seeing that it was Diego.

A long, wide black furry muzzle waited just on the other side of the glass, leading up to a fine equine head with a tall ivory horn rising out of his head. His black mane was long, hanging off the left side of his head. He reached up and opened the window before he slipped over the edge and into the room, landing on the wood floor. He shivered gently as he entered though before looking back. There was a line of salt along the floor just inside of the window.

"So it really is true?" Diego asked softly.

"I know it sounds crazy, it's just... Well, I guess it is crazy." Chris said. Diego chuckled at that and moved to kiss Chris. Chris almost stopped him, knowing that it all could have been his powers and influence. Diego probably didn't like him at all. He'd shot him down in the shower after all... But Chris was selfish. This was most likely the last kiss he'd get from his first boyfriend. He tilted his head and opened his lips, accepting the wide unicorn tongue into his mouth. He sucked and slurped on it, running clawed hands up and down Diego's furry chest, feeling his pert nipples before he broke the kiss.

"We could... You know, go at it one more time before..." Diego murmured, sensing his master's trepidation. Chris smiled a bit at that before he shook his head.

"I don't want to give Sensei any more power than he already has. He may have gotten most of it during training, but I think he's been sucking it out of me since we met. He had to pull my powers to the surface to get them out, that's why it seemed like he gave me the powers. I have to... give it up. I just... just wanted to say goodbye." Chris said, nearly crying again. A hand came up, hoof tipped fingers caressing his cheek.

"Why does it have to be goodbye?" Diego asked.

"I don't know... I just... You didn't like me before all this, maybe I'm just projecting everything onto you." Chris whispered.

"If... that is the case, if this version of me is fake... I am truly the worse for it. I really am glad to be so accepting, so loving, and I hope that this me doesn't end when you take that off - but you need to take it off. Your wellness is the most important." Diego whispered. Chris smiled at that and gave his unicorn one more kiss before his hand slipped down. Before he could touch it, though, there was a crash and a scream in the other room.

Chris jumped up to his feet and rushed to the door of his room and flung it open, looking down the hallway. The front window was broken in and the couch was on fire, the flames spreading. A heavy hiss came from the fire extinguisher Duncan used to put out the flames while Lydia moved to tap out the fires on their books.

"CHRIS!" Came a bellowing shout from outside. Chris moved down the hall and turned toward the broken window slowly, seeing Sensei out at the street.

"What do you want, demon?" Chris asked. Sensei chuckled at that.

"I want to finish this... And if you come outside, I won't have to burn down that house and family to get to you. Face it like a man, meet your destiny." Sensei said.

"Face my destiny? Well, then I better do it the way I was meant to." Chris said, reaching down. He grabbed a hold of the cock ring and pulled, sliding it down his thick, long shaft.

"NO!" Sensei shouted, gasping as the ring came off. Chris' back arched, his head went straight up and he shivered, a faint aurora of rainbow light spreading outward from his body, washing over Diego and heading out in every direction, touching everything that Chris had manipulated with his powers since getting the ring, heading over the hills and down the streets, right toward the school.

****

The doors to the school had been opened but the halls were still quiet. Teachers were still arriving, custodians were moving about getting the building ready and the students coming by bus wouldn't be there for almost an hour and a half... but Alan had come early in the hopes of getting ready for his loving master. He kicked the door to the bathroom open and strode in as if he owned the place, moving up to one of the mirrors. He grinned wide, having to admit, he felt pretty confident about himself.

Just a month ago he'd been an up tight, homophobic red neck that participated in a hand full of sports... But now he was so much more. He'd packed on both fat and muscle, getting a bit of a belly and huge arms. His bristly mohawk was growing out and his cheeks were covered in dense, blond mutton chops. While Alan hadn't gone looking for it, he'd started to get respect from the school's punks, something that had surprised him... but all he cared about was his master, his amazing master... Well, that and feeling good.

Alan still felt a bit strange appearing human in public. At first only Chris had been able to push him back and forth between forms, bringing out the pig whenever he wanted, but now Alan was starting to get the hang of it himself. That being said, he knew Chris would want to make him hog out so he remained human for the moment, trailing his fingers through his bushy sideburns.

There was a clatter behind Alan as one of the stalls opened and a thin, scrawny teen stepped half way out before stopping. His hair was dyed black and hung over one eye while the back was feathered up. Thick silver rings curved around plump lips and he was incredibly pale, looking at Alan with eyes so blue they were practically white. Hidden beneath layers of hair, his ear lobes were lined with rings. The emo boy rubbed his left arm absently, badly painted black nails grazing over a purple and black striped sleeve. He seemed to be debating whether to flee or not, wondering if Alan was going to beat him up. Chris hadn't been the only young man fearing Alan's hatred.

Alan was about to say something to ease the situation when there was a faint crackle at the window. Both boys turned, watching as an aurora of rainbow light passed through the wall and washed over them both. The emo boy was unaffected, merely curious about the play of light, but Alan nearly fell to his knees. His mind ached and throbbed, his life playing before his eyes. He saw his childhood, his middle school days, his first few years of high school. Everything played by at high speed until that moment that Chris saw him in the hallway just outside the bathroom, the day that Chris had made him a gay pig.

Alan felt betrayed, shocked, horrified and confused. He felt the veil of the magic lifting from his mind, the false mentality shattering. Of everything he had experienced, though, what disgusted him the most was not that he had done gay acts, but that he had been so submissive. Alan shuddered at that. If he was going to be gay, he was going to be in charge, and he had to admit being gay was way better than he ever imagined it was going to be, so much so that he knew he couldn't give it up... but he wasn't going to be anyone's little pet anymore. It was time to be master.

Alan slowly lifted his head up, meeting eyes with the emo boy again, a grin crossing his lips as a hand lowered. Alan began groping himself, rubbing himself off, feeling his erection swelling. The emo boy tried to look disgusted and tried to look away, but his eyes kept darting back to the pants and slowly a pierced tongue slipped over those plump lips. Alan grinned at that.

"You like what you see?" Alan asked.

"Uh-huh." The emo boy said meekly. Alan grinned even more. He'd found a homo Chris didn't even know about, and this kid was going to be his.

"Then why don't you come over and give it a lick?" Alan asked. He unhooked the clasp of his belt and lowered his zipper, pulling it back. His fat, long pig cock emerged, the mushroom shaped head over-sized and super thick. The skin around it was longer and stretchy, trapping in the vibrant flavors and scents. The emo boy was shocked how dirty of a boy Alan was, but that only turned him on more.

Alan watched the young man move over and kneel down before him, reaching up with two reverent hands. The painted nails took hold of the shaft and pulled it back before that pierced tongue came up, sliding around the wettest part of Alan's cock first. He brought his tongue in and out, salivating and savoring the earthy flavor that had been trapped there before his mouth began pushing over the large head.

The emo boy was apparently experienced in giving pleasure to other males and began pushing forward around the cock until the head popped into his mouth. He sucked it vigorously, letting his cheeks bulge out with it before he started advancing further, taking more and more in. Before long his head was sliding back and forth eagerly, much to Alan's pleasure. Alan panted and grunted, giving into the joy, unable to hold back his true form. Bit by bit, his disguise started to collapse.

Alan's ears stretched into points first, growing up before the tips flopped down a little. With each hot breath leaving his lips, his tusks began emerging, making him look more and more boar like. He grunted louder, grabbing onto the emo boy's hair with his hands as his fingernails got rough and hard, darkening to a deep brown. He pulled the boy tighter and tighter around his cock, especially as his nose lifted up, turning into its usual snout. Alan fucked into the boy's mouth, hitting the back of his throat before he relaxed, taking it in deeper.

Every thrust reassured Alan that he had made the right decision. He wondered if he had given Chris such a hard time because he was envious. Chris had been fearless, coming out of the closet and being who he was meant to be. Alan knew that wasn't the case anymore. The world was going to know he was gay and he would fuck anyone that caught his fancy... Starting with the hot piece of ass wrapped around his cock.

Alan groaned louder and louder, closing his eyes, feeling the boy's throat stretch around his cock like a fuck sleeve. Alan kept thrusting without mercy, thinking of all the times he had masturbated that he could have been doing this. Regret tinged his heart, but he knew this was the start of an amazing life for himself. He would live for pleasure itself, and if his partner enjoyed it as well, so much the better... and enjoyment was chief on the emo boy's mind.

Zach, as his name was, was losing his mind in bliss, feeling the cock slide up and down his throat with ease. He'd sucked off many guys in the last few years, but he'd never had anyone so masculine, so well proportioned or so eager. He felt it slide up and down and all he had to do was take it... His entire face was tingling and Zach embraced it, though he wasn't aware of just why he was tingling, or the changes starting to manifest themselves.

With each thrust into his throat, Zach's cheeks were starting to twitch. The flesh started to tighten as thick whiskers began to push outward, six on each side. They pushed out an inch, then two, then four, then almost six. The long white strands stuck out all by themselves, resisting the pull of gravity. Zach continued to suck, his nose twitching as the point began to flatten and soften. His pale skin began to grow pink, the texture shifting as well.

Alan moaned louder, grunting and snorting in his boarish way, not realizing that each pump of his cock into Zach's throat was pushing more and more of his own energy into the kid. He had grown physically accustomed to feeding Chris, but with the link to the incubus severed, his corrupted soul was leaking out without control, warping Zach. Each pump of the cock pushed into Zach and his ears began to stretch. The distance between the earrings grew as the flesh elongated, sloping backwards, narrowing into points as dark black fur began sprouting out across them.

Inch by inch, the ears rose up and up, passing the tops of his head, climbing ever higher before the weight got to be too much. One ear suddenly bent in the middle and collapsed from its own weight, flopping down to lay across his shoulder. Soon the other ear flopped down as well, hanging almost all the way to his shoulder blade. The black fur on the ears continued to spread, creeping across his pale cheeks and chin, then across his nose and around his eyes, finally crossing his forehead.

It wasn't until the mouth around Alan's cock started to change that he was brought back to the moment and reality. He looked down, no longer seeing the face of an emo boy, but a rabbit man with a twitching nose and soft, flat teeth. The emo boy kept sucking, his snake bite piercings grazing the hog cock in his mouth. Zach felt that something had changed, something was different, but he felt so good he didn't want to question it in case the dream ended.

Alan shuddered with the realization that it had been him that changed the slut into an animal, not Chris. Alan knew he had power too, even if it was thanks to his 'master'. Alan snorted at the pathetic idea before fucking Zach's face harder, watching the changes accelerating, grunting with glee. It wasn't long before the emo kid's skinny jeans grew tight. The muscles in his legs thickened for jumping, his shoes began to grow tight and a little black puff ball of a tail pushed out of the top of his pants, wriggling around over an eager ass.

The black fur spreading over Zach covered his throat and neck, then his shoulders and chest, creeping down his arms toward his hands even as his stomach and back were covered. Tiny pops began to sound as stitches in his shoes broke, the leather pulling apart to reveal long, wide, fuzzy rabbit paws with tiny black paws and thick, pink paw pads. Zach's foot twitched with excitement as he sucked off the big cock, feeling his own instincts shifting towards the need to breed like a rabbit, loving to fuck more than ever before... which had already been a bit excessive.

Zach shuddered, unable to control himself as his cock began spilling out larger and larger in his pants, pushing to seven inches, then eight and nine, finally slowing as it hit ten. The cock was tenting his tight jeans severely, but even more than that it was already quivering... and then his seed began to flow. A wet spot formed in his pants, spreading wider and wider before pearly juices began to leak out and drip to the floor.

That alone was too much for Alan. He'd made another guy cum just from sucking off his pig cock. Alan groaned, grabbing onto a sink basin to support himself as his own orgasm ripped through his body. His balls seized up, his cock pulsed and soon yellow pig cum began pumping into the rabbit's stomach. Zach pushed his short muzzle up tight around Alan's cock and drank it all down deep, his eyes rolling into the back of his head.

As much as Alan regretted being forced into being a mindless slave, he had to admit his new life was turning out to be pretty damn cool. He'd have to give Chris a hard time for subjugating him, but he could see them actually being friends... Going around, fucking all the hot guys, being gay friends. Alan grinned a bit at that, daydreaming as he pet the black emo bunny's hair, letting his first true mate suck him clean. It was going to be a good day.

****

An oddly warm wind fluttered around the front yard for several moments before dying down. Chris stood there, panting softly at that before he lifted his head upwards. A slow grin crossed his lips before they parted, revealing his fangs. Without more hesitation, he charged at Sensei. Momentarily dazed, the more inexperienced demon recovered as well, opening his hand and thrusting it out, throwing fireballs at Chris. With his energy renewed, Chris dodged several before he decided to be bold.

Holding his arm outright, he focused on the ink in his flesh, giving it power, watching them ripple before lifting out of his body. The tentacles stretched and grew, moving out wildly before they slapped at the fireballs, disrupting them. Sensei dodged out of the way of the tentacles, sending fireballs back. Embers drifted down, landing on the moist grass before sizzling out.

The ground shuddered as the two demons fought, turning the front yard and street into a warzone, but behind it all Diego stood, panting softly, coming to grips with himself. His mind swam through the memories of the last month, how different life had been. He thought of his successes in soccer when he still played, but even more he thought of his relationship with Chris... The sex had been pleasurable, yes, but he focused in on something else - the memories of their dates.

In his focus to avoid knocking up a girl and to remain pure, he realized he had been denying himself the simple contentment of companionship... The thought of going to the movies and sharing a single over-priced soda with two straws, sipping on it at the same time made him quiver. The memory of Chris's hip against his as they watched movies, holding hands for evening walks, sharing school lunches, cuddling on the bleachers, the idea of going to college together...

"Chris..." Diego whispered, a tear rolling down his furry black cheek before he looked at Duncan and Lydia, "We have to help him. What can we do?" Diego asked.

"We had to rely on hiding him from the world because we don't have a way to confront unknown demons head on. Even with our knowledge, we're just human." Lydia said softly. Diego tilted his head gently.

"He wouldn't give Chris his name... because that gives power over an individual. What if we figured out his name?" Diego asked.

"We have some books inside. It's a long shot, but we have to try." Duncan said, moving back in the front door of the house. Diego looked over his shoulder nervously to the battle.

"I'll watch over him, don't worry." Lydia said. Diego nodded at that and followed Duncan into the house, the two soon visible through the broken window pulling out singed books, looking through countless pages. Back on the street, Chris was becoming more adept with his powers. It really felt a lot like playing with a yo-yo or the one time he'd tried poi. The trick to controlling the tentacles was sending momentum and will up along the length to the very tip, the tip was where the power was. As he got the hang of it, the shadow tentacles became more deadly.

Sensei hissed as his skin was cut by the blade like shadows, though the cement was faring far worse as cracked formed and spread outwork, reducing the street into black asphalt gravel, only to be re-melted as Sensei shot out fireballs. Chris grunted as his arms were burned, the flesh between the black tattoos becoming almost indistinguishable before slowly starting to heal again.

The battle was vicious, both demons hissing and grunting, damaging each other severely before healing partially. The entire encounter seemed to be two steps forward and one step back, but the damage was accumulating on both of them. Sensei moved closer despite the lashes, panting and grunting as he met eyes with Chris.

"This could have been so much easier for you... You could have passed away in your sleep, peaceful, with memories of a boyfriend that really loved you. No more hiding, no more struggling." Sensei said, sending out a wave of fire at Chris. Chris backed up to avoid the fire but then looked back at his former mentor.

"I'm not buying that bullshit. You wanted to steal the soul of a kid that had no idea who he was, baiting him with something he would have had anyway. You're a pathetic demon that has to rely on petty lies... But I'm not that kid anymore. I know who I am, and I am loved." Chris said, pushing back, hitting Sensei over and over again, keeping up with the more experienced demon. Inside the house Duncan and Diego were combing through lists of demons, Duncan quickly translating the older languages while Diego used what he knew to try and help.

"Fire, secrecy, stealing souls, cock rings..." Diego offered. Duncan looked up.

"The catalyst was a cock ring? He gave a cock ring to my son?!" Duncan asked.

"Sir, we need to focus..." Diego said. Duncan grumbled at that, looking back at the list, running a finger down before he paused.

"Seyesoni... A fire demon that tried to consume the humans that had summoned him, but when they mastered fire he tried to use their own carnal urges to succeed." Duncan murmured.

"Is that him?" Diego asked.

"There's no way of telling. There are thousands and thousands of demons..." Duncan replied.

"They taught us in sociology class that people use aliases that somehow mimic their own names so they don't lose touch with their true selves entirely... But if that's the case, how do we use it?" Diego asked.

"A demon's name is the power over him. We would simply need to strip away his power, but if we try it and it isn't his name, he'll know what we're doing and he may turn on us." Duncan said.

"So in either case, Chris will have a better chance..." Diego said before he sprung back upright, running up over the back of the couch before jumping onto the front lawn, passing Lydia before skidding to a stop at the sidewalk. Diego felt very scared, very alert and very worried... but he had to try. He watched Sensei and Chris battling, ignoring the rest of them as if they were insignificant.

"SEYESONI!" Diego shouted. Sensei stopped mid attack, his upper lip trembling and curling into a snarl before two red eyes directed right at Diego. Diego swallowed, "SEYESONI, I deny you the power you take from humanity's carnal urges... I forbid you to use that strength Seyesoni." Diego said. Sensei began to let out a dull, rumbling growl that built and built, louder before he started to more for Diego. He opened his hand to launch out another fireball but it crackled and fizzled, barely more than a spark. Letting out another growl, Sensei burst into a sprint, bringing out his claws, intent on cutting the unicorn's horn off before tearing him limb from limb.

"You will NOT TOUCH MY BOYFRIEND!" Chris screamed, sending out a tentacle that wrapped around Sensei's ankle and lifted him off the ground, slamming him down on the broken street. Sensei landed on his back, coughing as the wind was knocked out of him. He lay there dazed, but it wasn't long before Chris had reached him, first with more tentacle attacks. Sensei grunted as his chest was hit and slashed, then his arms, then his legs.

Chris approached mercilessly, slashing at the man that had nearly taken his life, the man that had attacked his family and his boyfriend, the man that had lied to him and spoiled his demonic awakening, turning it from something natural into something forced. Chris felt the wrath, the strength and the hatred inside him, not holding back at all. He cut at the demon, ready to tear him apart just as he was going to do to Diego. The rush of the power was overwhelming, so much so that it nearly made Chris light headed... so light headed that he felt dizzy, off center, then like he was falling.

It felt to Chris as if he had tripped in a dream and was falling without end, the world around him spinning before all at once he landed on something soft and wet, a cloud... an infinite cloud spreading from horizon to horizon. Chris moved to stand back up, but as he did, the cloud began to glow, the mist curling around him. It latched onto one wrist and pulled it back, then the other. His wrists were bound together, then his ankles. Chris was trapped on his knees, his ankles and wrists linked. More straps of mist wrapped around his chest and shoulders, his waist, and even his neck, binding him up in place and trapping him.

Chris hissed and snarled, trying to break free, his eyes shifting from yellow to red. He bore his fangs and slashed with his claws, but he was helpless. He struggled with all his might, but his nostrils flared. He smelled a new scent, heard movement... and then saw it. The mist of the cloud began to ripple and shift as someone moved through, advancing slowly. Long, pale feet in golden sandals advanced toward him, rising up to hairless creamy legs and a loin cloth of white hanging over a perfectly groomed lap.

Above the lap was a fit, lanky torso free of blemish connecting to broad, healthy shoulders and smooth arms... But Chris's eyes were not focused on the body. He looked at the face of the eighteen year old before him, his own face. The being before him was shrouded in light, his brown hair streaked with blond. While he had a faint mustache as well, it was perfectly groomed with no curls at the ends. Icy blue eyes looked the bound demon over as the angelic version of Chris gave himself a soft smile.

"You finally found me." The angel said softly.

"Let me go, I have to stop him, I have to-" Chris was interrupted.

"We don't have to do anything, not at this moment." His other half replied. Chris struggled some more before he looked at the angel.

"Who are you? What is this place?" Chris muttered. The angel brought his hands together happily.

"At last, the enlightened questions." He said with relief, "Chris, I am a part of you... I am a part of our parents. I am love, tolerance, optimism and hope... but if you end Seyesoni like this, you'll extinguish that part of us. You'll become a darker demon than he ever was, and the love you have in Diego, in your parents... it'll cease to be." The angel said softly.

"I don't even know your parents..." Chris whispered. The angel laughed at that.

"Just because they didn't give birth to you doesn't make Lydia and Duncan any less of a parent to us. They changed our diaper, fed us... They are our parents and they will love us for the rest of time, so long as you make the right decision. Embrace me, embrace the light and the darkness, become what you were meant to be." The angel Chris whispered, leaning in slowly. The demonic Chris' eyes widened as he realized what was happening, but he closed his eyes and opened his mouth as their lips touched and their tongues began to tangle. The cloud built up all around them both until it was all obscured.

Back in the waking world, Sensei had his eyes closed in fear, but when the attacks stopped he opened one eye and then the other. Three tentacles were poised above him, ready for the killing blow, but the extensions of Chris's wrath made out of shadow were changing, slowly freezing over, turning from black to blue and then white, radiating light before they pulled back into his skin.

As Chris's tattoos embedded back in his flesh, they turned not black but silver, standing out in beautiful contrast to his flesh. Slowly parts of his hair began to bleach out, taking on sun kissed streaks. Chris took a soft, frosty breath over his lips before his eyes opened, no longer yellow or icy blue, but a mesmerizing shade of green. Chris inhaled slowly and then exhaled, refocusing, looking directly into the demon's eyes.

"Seyesoni, I claim dominion over you. I banish you from this mortal plain, and I forbid you to ever harm another human soul." Chris said softly. Sensei opened his mouth to let out a scream, but all that escaped was air and light. The light spilled out of his mouth before spreading over his body, rippling like fire itself before his body burned away and disappeared, leaving nothing but the cracked cement.

Chris fell forward onto his hands and knees, panting in shock. Drool leaked form his lips, along with blood from his wounds, but as he looked down he saw that his claws had retracted into normal fingernails, painted with all the colors of the rainbow, still painted with an array of symbols... with the alpha and omega on the ends, the angel and the demon, his two halves unified as they always had been. Despite the pain, despite the anguish, Chris began to laugh and grin almost ear to ear as Diego and his parents ran over, wrapping their arms around him, embracing him in a tight hug.

****

Squeaks, lurches, moans, groans and squelches filled the bedroom for the sixth hour in a row. The weeks after the battle with Sensei had afforded Chris a little time to heal, but in more recent days it seemed his incubi libido had reawoken - and Diego was all too happy for the pounding. Chris knelt on his bed, his huge cock sliding deep into black furry ass. Chris was riding his unicorn yet again, one hand wrapped around the fuzzy black hip to work off his equine boyfriend's foot long horse cock, the other sliding up and down his knobbed unicorn horn, guiding the horse's head wherever he wanted it to be.

Diego had tried to be an exemplary houseguest, nursing Chris back to wellness but now he was content being ridden like a horse was meant to. His cock gushed more and more equine sperm all over the sheets below, soaked through all the way to the core of the mattress. Diego was lost in lust and bliss, but even more in love and delight that Chris was finally doing better... Especially after it had taken longer than expected.

As Chris recovered from his injuries, it became clear that he was no longer sapping the strength of the souls of those around him. His immortality at the cost of others eternal lives had ended. For better or worse, Chris was still on his own when it came to healing... Though he still had quite a few magical abilities up his sleeves.

Chris bit his lips, focusing hard, starting to draw his hand out further and further forward. Diego gasped sharply as yet again his cock filled to full erection, the long meat starting to expand. It pushed out inch by inch, widening as well. Diego panted and whinnied, trying to hold onto himself - but he ultimately failed. What had been a steady, messy stream erupted as an orgasm as a torrent of cum hit Chris's pillow, showering it good. Diego didn't even make it a few more pumps before he collapsed into his own juices, laying limp on the bed. Chris came down over his shoulders and snuggled tight happily, wrapping his arms around his lover's waist.

Chris began to kiss and nuzzle Diego's shoulder blades, loving every detail and every contour on his lover, though their marathon love making session had taken a lot out of them both. Chris closed his eyes and began to drift toward sleep with Diego not too far behind, at least until the rude interruption of the alarm clock next to his bed. Diego's eyes snapped open and he grunted.

"Why in god's name is that going off at three thirty in the afternoon?" Diego groaned.

"I set it for our graduation." Chris said sleepily. Both teenagers remained where they were for a moment before both spoke.

"SHIT!" they said in unison, scrambling to get up. Chris pulled his long, pointed shaft out of Diego's ass and a rush of cum spilled out behind it. As much as Chris knew he was in a hurry, he couldn't help but lean in and lick between Diego's cheeks, giving him a bit of a cleaning before he stepped off the bed. Diego swung around, moving over to the closet, throwing it open to find their robes. As he moved, the black fur across his body began retracting into his cinnamon colored skin. His face retracted as well, the muzzle pulling back into human proportions, his nose becoming pointed and less wide. Bit by bit he returned to appearing very human, though just as much of a gay hipster as Chris.

While not as Easy for Chris, he grunted as he pushed his wings out of the physical realm, feeling them behind his back still without posting an obstacle to any outfit he chose. His ears shrank back almost all the way to being human, though they still had a bit of a point... And then the most painful element of all. Chris felt his horns pulling back into his head, diminishing and disappearing. He grabbed onto the wall for support, though Diego gave him a reassuring kiss.

"It'll be worth it, with all those cameras out there and stuff." Diego reassured him.

"Oh I know... and tonight I get to let it all bust out again in a sexy seductive dance too." Chris said.

"You fuckin' charmer." Diego grinned, giving Chris one more kiss before resuming the search for their clothes.

****

Parents, siblings and friends had all gathered for the graduation of the local high school. The stands had been filled around the track, looking down at the field covered with a long red carpet down each side, a stage and plenty of lights. The heavens were turning any number of shads of red and gold as the sun set, but everything had been carefully set up to maximize picture taking opportunities.

There was a gentle roar of chatter from the families waiting, but the students themselves were waiting to take their appointed positions, filling the gym in the interim. Having been one of the last to arrive, Chris and Diego stood near the very back of the group. They looked at their fellow classmates and thought of all the changes that were before them, but in an odd way it felt a bit inconsequential to Chris.

In the last two months he'd changed more as a person than he ever thought he would, and even without the magic of to control his targets, he had affected the lives of others. With Alan's rather public coming out there was less fear in the entire school about being gay. The walls of repression were crumbling all around them and that made Chris feel good, even if he was a bit scared.

He had seen Alan a few times around school since the cock ring had been removed, but neither man had said anything to the other. Chris wondered if Alan was mad or if it was just too awkward to talk about, but it seemed that silence was coming to an end as Alan navigated his way through the crowd with Zach in tow. The two looked o the outside like any normal group of friends, except perhaps that one was a fat punk while the other was helplessly emo. Only Chris could see their ulterior selves, the pig and the bunny superimposed. He pushed those images out of his mind, looking at them as they were.

"So... Today's the big day for all of us, huh?" Alan asked. Chris shifted his weight from foot to foot a bit.

"I guess it is." Chris said, "How are you two doing?" Chris asked.

"Great, right Zach?" Alan asked.

"Oh wonderfully my master... except, well... The toy from earlier has slipped a bit. Is there a chance we can readjust it before the ceremony? I want to make master proud." Zach whispered. Alan growled happily at that, moving to kiss Zach deeply, pushing the boy's cheeks wide with his fat tongue before he broke the kiss.

"We better go do that, I want my bun bun to make me proud." Alan said, slapping Zach's ass with his hand as the two headed off for the bathroom.

Diego watched them go, disappearing into the locker room bathroom. After a few moments he reached out, giving Chris's shoulder a rub. Chris leaned into the rub, smiling a bit with reassurance.

"I don't think they'll disrupt the ceremony, things will be fine." Diego said.

"I guess I'd be lying if I said I didn't consider that, but I think they just want a happy ever after like us... Except I don't know what comes after this." Chris admitted.

"More school, a big campus to enjoy? Crippling college debt for the rest of our lives?" Diego asked. Chris smirked at that.

"Well, college would be the right sort of thing to do for a normal life, but are we normal?" Chris asked.

"No, not even one bit." Diego replied, "But why can't we do both? Our parents can send books for us to study."

"Well, I know there's one thing I want to do for sure." Diego said, reaching into his pocket, pulling out a small velvet box. A warm wind picked up, blowing across the students, threatening to knock their graduation caps off. Chris was almost afraid, looking at the box.

"What is it?" Chris whispered.

"Your graduation present..." Diego said softly.

"But I already got my graduation present, you..." Chris replied. Diego chuckled.

"No, this is a gift from me to you, something for the future." Diego said gently. Chris felt his heart beating rapidly before he dared to open it. Inside, nestled in fabric, was a ring... A wide metal ring made of white gold with circular emblems around the outer edge. Chris looked back up at Diego expectantly. Diego grinned, "Don't worry, it isn't a way to steal power. If anything, it will enhance it." Diego replied.

"Where did you get this?" Chris asked.

"And now, ladies and gentlemen, the class of Twenty Thirteen!" came a bellow from the loud speakers. Ahead of them the students began filtering out, moving in pre-appointed groups, heading to their seats in the order the diplomas would be handed out. Chris didn't move, staring at Diego, "Where did you get this?" he repeated.

"From your father... He wanted you to have this." Diego said.

"Duncan? I don't understand..." Chris murmured. Diego shook his head.

"No, your real father... Your biological dad." Diego said. Chris's eyes widened slowly at that as he took it all in, standing there even as Alan and Zach burst form the bathroom, moving to catch up to the rest of the group. Chris looked around, hearing the whistle from the gym coach and the shouting in the distance.

Blushing and sheepish, Chris turned to move out of the gym with Diego at his side, holding the new cock ring in one hand and the box in the other. His green eyes studied the crowd, finding Duncan and Lydia, seeing how happy they were... But he kept looking through the crowd before he was staring right into the setting sun. In that glowing, burning disc of light he saw a silhouette, the shape of a man standing tall and proud with wide wings extending from his back. Chris nearly faltered, unable to make out any details. He couldn't see if his dad had been the angel or the incubus, he couldn't see anything... but he knew in that moment he was very lucky.

Chris didn't just have his parents looking out for him, or even Diego. He knew at least one of his biological parents was still out there, thinking of him... and he knew that college was going to be quite an experience, to say the very least. Chris grinned wider and wider, his irrepressible smile bursting out like a dawning son as he and Diego took their seats, the last to sit in the last moments of their high school careers. Everything was about to change dramatically.