Nightmare Zero

Daz sat behind an enormous, sleek desk as he pored over a set of ancient texts . The modernist desk was strewn with various tomes, scrolls, and artifacts of ancient origins and there were even a few stacks of books on the floor to either side of his seat. The room itself was minimalist and modern, with soaring ceilings and expansive windows, daylight glinting on the highly-polished white marble floor. The little horse was seated but standing reached a mere 5'6". His distinctive Clydesdale markings looked almost out of place on his small and lean frame. The windows looked out across the sprawling city below, the view from the highrise location spectacular. There was a soft electronic tone and then a voice that simply informed the little horse that his "one-o'clock" had arrived.  He reached under the desk and pressed a hidden button "Send them in please..." he said simply...

Charles Rich looked again at the flyer in his hand. "Experimental" it said, "Be the man of your dreams" it said. "Paying," it said. The last part was most important to Charles. He'd washed out of every job he ever had, just too easily discouraged and nearly narcoleptic, and he needed money badly. For the past several months he'd been living on ramen and the occasional gift of fast food. He was starving and fat all at once. His medium brown fur was dull and his mane was scruffy, greasy, and prematurely grey.

He felt bad just being NEAR a building this nice... but he needed this, and tentatively poked his head inside. "Hello, sir..." he said in a quiet voice, stepping all the way in. One thing he did have was height, being another clydesdale and much more expected of the species at 6'5". His overhanging gut and scruffy clothes made him kind of inherently LOOM over the other horse in the room, even as Charles did his best to slouch to downplay it.

Daz raised an eyebrow and motioned for the other horse to approach his desk, beckoning him to cross the long open space stretched across the room .  "Yes, please come in.  I understand you responded to the...advertisement...we posted to several...places?" he asked, glancing back down at the book he'd been inspecting.  "You wish to have a different life than the one you have now?  I would ask if you've tried your hardest but...well you wouldn't have found that flyer were you in any way capable of overcoming whatever's holding you back..."  he continued. There wasn't really any malice or cruelty in his voice as he spoke those sharp, stinging words but they aggressively spotlit the other horse's situation.

"No, I suppose I can't..." Charles sat down in front of the desk. The insult still stung but he didn't have anything he could do at the moment except take it... and wait to hear whatever this was really about. "And I do want a better life, I really do..."

Well now that you're here I can give you some additional information we couldn't include in the advertisement."  Daz said, leaning back in his chair and surveying the taller horse over his desk. "The procedure is...unconventional...and involves a certain amount of occult symbology and methodology. In short, if you agree to proceed, I will attempt to perform an ancient ritual that will create a demonic life force within your body. It will essentially create a new being, one whose identity is defined from your pure Id, incapable of being unmotivated. It will change your biology almost entirely though, your body will grow, change, and become much MUCH stronger... Though your soul wouldn't really be in control anymore. You WOULD keep it though, I did extra research to confirm that."

Char's jaw dropped. That was... absurd. Nonsensical. Impossible. And maybe a little bit immoral. So usual corporate fare probably. Still, it did sound... pretty good honestly. He still had INTENSE desires deep down, fantasies of power and dominance he never got to act on. And if he kept his soul, it didn't even sound like it would be that absurd even if it succeeded. Plus, he'd probably be getting paid to do effectively nothing... "Sssssure?" he responded eventually.

"Now there are of course conditions to this arrangement." Daz continued, now that Charles was at least nibbling on the bait. "Before I tell you I should let you know that your lifespan will also be increased dramatically, if not indefinitely, as a result of this procedure. In exchange for this, you will agree to be...bound...to me for the rest of my mortal life. Once that has...expired...you will be freed of any and all restraints or restrictions placed upon you in that time and will be released to do as you please. I believe that my soul will become yours as well at that time, as a part of this contract." he added, speaking in a straightforward and serious tone.  "I would be happy to walk you through the specifics of the contract should you have any questions. It is my intent to be as open and forthcoming regarding this process as I can be."

"Like, magically bound?" Char zeroed in on a potential problem, "I'm not willing to sell myself into slavery here, still. You have to assure me that the only bindings are stuff like magical compulsions and the like," stuff that naturally didn't exist and therefore was unlikely to be a problem. Although, Char certainly planned to at least get MINIMAL ones of those, too. If the guy insisted otherwise he probably wasn't trustworthy to stick to the rest.

Really if Charles hadn't been a choosing beggar he probably wouldn't be in this situation to begin with, but he wasn't quite ready to change just yet. He wanted to go over the details...

"Well the flyer did state that only gay or bisexual males should respond, correct?  You would be, in essence, a companion for me.  You would maintain your sense of individuality and essentially all other rights, privileges and abilities but you would be required and compelled to remain with me. The contract has stipulations to protect the signer from abuse so in the event I mistreated or attempted to mistreat you, the contract would be voided automatically and all of the benefits of your serving out the normal terms would immediately be granted to you, including your gaining ownership of my soul."  Daz replied quite matter-of-factly.

"Well that's not a problem..." Char said as he looked over some of the details, reading what looked like a very fair contract in standard legalese - just about completely absurd topics - "Although I have to wonder what's actually in this for you? Surely your soul is better used on something other than an experimental fake demon giving you some sex?"

"Sex is nice but there is more to being a companion than just the most basic carnal pleasures. According to the research I've done, you will gain a greater understanding of this as you undergo the transformation." Daz replied, nodding in acknowledgement of Char's observations. “If sex from a huge male was all I cared about, then this would all be quite the overkill wouldn't you say?"

"Yes I suppose so... that sounds ominous but if you weren't getting SOMETHING ominous out of this... can we agree there's a maximum amount of time you can use me each week? I'd like some free time."

"I think you've misunderstood," Daz said, leaning forward in his chair. "You're still thinking of this in the context of some form of enslavement. That is not what this arrangement would be. I should be clear, your interests and urges will change as well, therefore it may be difficult to explain. The primary benefit that I would gain in this arrangement would simply be to share your company. You would retain your independence insomuch as you would have freedom to go anywhere and do anything you like within the boundaries of whichever residence or place we find ourselves. While I would certainly love for you to be in the same room at all times, that is not a practical option and therefore I would not place that restriction on you. You will have the right to decide how much time you wish to spend with me although I suspect that you will have a different opinion of what that would be once you've undergone the procedure"

"Then there should be no problems..." Char almost felt a little guilty, leaving this rich sap with a creature based on HIS id.

Then again, it would make his life interesting, and that seemed to be what he was after...

It was several days and multiple meetings with various attorneys later.  Char found himself aboard the absolute largest yacht he'd ever seen in his life. It was less of a large yacht and more of a modest cruise ship. Everywhere he looked, there were indications of its owner’s particular taste in guests, primarily in the sheer size of everything. While all parts of the vessel were accessible to Daz, each deck had twelve-foot ceilings and doors that reached from there to the floor, set on hidden hinges or sliders. They had left port two days prior and were now far into international waters, in the middle of the ocean and far from any shipping routes. Char had been given a magnificent suite of rooms on the same deck as the ship's Master suite, which itself spanned the rest of the deck. The overweight horse had been flabbergasted by the extreme luxury surrounding him and in everything he set eyes upon.

It was nearing midnight and Daz had brought Char to the huge aft deck where a complex magic circle had been drawn painstakingly on the deck in dull red charcoal. He took a scroll of paper from an anonymous crewmember who then left them alone on the deck. He held it out to Char.

"This is the contract...feel free to review it."he said casually, the only other sound being the muted lapping of water against the hull of the ship far below.

Charles looked over the contract... and signed away his life. It felt bad but between the office and the yacht he'd had his first decent meal in weeks, he needed this.

Besides, it might be interesting...

"Okay then. Stand over here in the circle at the center..." Daz instructed, taking the contract and tucking it in his back pocket for the moment. He closed his eyes and muttered a chant under his breath, before kneeling down and producing a knife. He used the razor-sharp blade to make a small, neat slice across one finger and then allowed the resulting bleed to drip into the dark red charcoal symbol directly in front of him. It immediately glowed bright, demonic red and the light spread through the circle until the deck around Char was glowing crimson in every direction. He could feel a warm, ominous breeze flowing upward seemingly from the circle itself, rustling his still-messy mane. After a few seconds the symbol Daz had dripped his blood onto changed from red to a brilliant blue and seemed to catch fire, with tiny white flames licking and swirling up a few inches from the writing. The little horse leaned over and placed his hands each on the symbols to either side of the first one before speaking again. This time Charles caught a few snippets.  "...willingly give..." and "...mortal existence...". The breeze swirling around him grew stronger and the star-filled night sky began to darken with clouds that appeared seemingly out of nowhere, swirling in a spiral over the huge yacht.

"Do you commit?" a voice suddenly rang in his ears. It wasn't Daz's voice no...it was too deep, too powerful. No mortal could ever have a voice like this. The overweight Clydesdale swallowed hard and nodded, confirming as much in spoken word as well. Suddenly the sky was lit up with the same blazing blue and white flames that had been flowing from the writing on the circle. It was as though the clouds had been ignited and the raging blue inferno continued to swirl around over them, appearing to quicken in speed as the center began to dip down, like a flaming waterspout, closer and closer and closer to Char as the horse stared at it in awe. The moment it touched him though it was like time stopped...though it didn't.  Then there was an almighty explosion that would have probably blown out every window for twenty miles had they been on land. The ship's windows apparently were bulletproof or some other special thing that had protected them. The flames swirling overhead were now spiraling down that funnel directly into Char's body, pouring their POWER into him.[/i]

The fire started from his stomach, flowing into his navel like nutrients to his new form... as it burnt away the old. The worn jacket and shirt Char had been clad in were reduced to ash, revealing his pale body and pendulous stomach to the encroaching flames... a stomach that rapidly started to shrink as well, flames glowing hotter as they consumed fat with every second.

Biological energy that rapidly went elsewhere. The first changes were minor. Char's brown fur caught fire in a moment... but rather than burning down, settled as soon as it had caught, changed to a glossy jet black with small patches of ash grey. The sheen and gloss of the coat made the reflections of the fire dance... while its short, dead-summer length showed off every contour of his still changing body.

Daz pulled the signed contract from his pocket at that moment and stepped forward, placing it inches from Char's body where it instantly burst into heatless flames and was consumed in an instant. He then stepped back as those flames swirled and rejoined the others to watch what would happen next. Char's fur now blackened, his fetlocks and mane were next to burst into flames but unlike the rest of his coat they remained alight, the wavy hair itself replaced by bright blue and white flames that licked upwards from his wrists, ankles and neck.

As that heavy gut receded, the mass was transferred elsewhere on the horse's now-naked body. His pudgy arms throbbed and pulsed as their flab was burned away as well to reveal rapidly-swelling muscles under that short black fur. The same was happening right across Char's body as the last remnants of pudge vanished from his figure to leave only the most perfectly-symmetrical, defined, [i]GROWING[/i] muscle in its place. Daz watched as Char's rather underwhelming endowment joined the party as well, the larger horse's cock and balls pulsing and throbbing with the power pouring into them as they began to swell and grow. The sensation seemed to be unnaturally pleasurable because the expressions passing over Char's face were of extreme satisfaction and ecstasy. Soon his body wasn't just growing out but it began to grow up as well, the deck groaning lightly under his enormous hooves as the already-tall equine grew taller still even as his muscled continued to swell proportionally larger still! A moan escaped the growing horse's lips...a moan made with a voice that did not belong to the person he had been and which sounded an awful lot like the voice that had asked him the question.

Even Char's face changed, his pudgy cheeks pressing inward and growing muscles of their own, chiseling his face into a square-jawed bastion of manliness. Mere symmetry wasn't the only change, his eyebrows became a thick blazing white perfect for looks of extreme expression... as his eyes blazed to a piercing, perfect blue.

In fact, the eyes changed the most. The look behind them going from 'desperate' to 'demanding', a look of pure command... that began to swell. A small bump began to form on Char's right eye, emerging bit by bit... and forming into a large, twisted crystal. The grey, helical mass looked almost like a caduceus, but missing its central point.

The newly forming demon looked at the crystal before seizing it... and all hell broke loose.

The flames DOUBLED in size, intensifying massively and flowing just where the demon commanded. In seconds seven feet of height became eight, then nine! And the muscles... it was a porn star's dream... or a bodybuilder's nightmare. Before it had been exciting just to see muscles visibly swell at all, but now they seemed to be heading for truly BIG... and showing no sign of stopping.

A swimmer's physique faded in a flash of flames, gentle lines on a muscle stomach washed away in fire. A male model's physique exploded outwards, six pack abs flexing as lines of muscle continued to spread. Even a professional bodybuilder's life's work expanded outward, a brick-like eight pack complete with adonis belt swelling and swelling.

Char's pecs overhung his stomach by entire inches, fat, round, massive SLABS of muscle continuing to grow and grow. His shoulders broadened by the second, making him far wider than any mere mortal could be tall... and his arms, idly twitching at his side, swelled far too thick for Daz to even get his arms around... god forbid what would happen if they flexed.

Daz was rock hard in his pants watching as the demon horse grew bigger and bigger, thick veins snaking across Char's biceps. The look in his eyes was one of the things that struck Daz the most, as it was something he'd been eagerly awaiting, but even given what he'd expected the potency and POWER in those eyes was enough to make him leak a little. The growing demon's abs levelled out at 8 but continued to swell with the rest of him, reaching truly insane and obscene proportions...proportions that before that night Daz had only ever seen in artwork or photo morphs. The blazing flames made Char look even more powerful and intimidating and it excited him to no end. Meanwhile within Char, more changes were occurring as parts of his personality were being rewritten and memories erased. He maintained the awareness of having a previous life but beyond knowing how pathetic his previous existence was compared to what he was becoming, he was practically an entirely new person. There was even knowledge filling his mind that he'd never imagined before, like a supernatural genetic memory that fanned even fiercer the flames of his increasingly commanding personality and presence, Char's Ego surrendering entirely to his Id.  His muscles continued their explosive growth, pectorals soon bloating so huge as to hang out over his freakishly ripped abs by a full twelve inches...or more, there was no way to tell exactly.  The demon horse's muscular neck thickened beyond the width of his own head and his trans swelled upward to either side like great muscular buttresses. Below, his endowment had continued to respond to its part of the transformation, growing thicker and longer with each throbbing pulse and resting atop a pair of huge churning balls that swelled steadily too.

Char smirked down at his own cock as he shuffled about a bit in the circle. His body finally pulling in the last of the flames as he passed ten feet tall. His legs were like pillars, raw, muscular thighs giving him an incredibly wide stance that was needed to make space for his medicine ball sized nuts and a cock that fell from a sheath to dangle several feet to hang below his knees. Calves like diamonds in shape and hardness terminated in flaming hooves that slowly sank into the wood floor of the yacht from the sheer weight they were holding up. His legs were every bit as huge as his top, and all of it was so overpoweringly... hot.

No sooner had the transformation finished than the horse casually reached out the hand still holding his own soul, piercing the magic circle and letting his presence flood the yacht. The temperature on the deck rose ten degrees... as the atmosphere suddenly found itself overrun by a thick and powerful musk, the scent of spice seeping into every crack of Daz in seconds.

"Nice job boss~" a baritone voice as thick as molten chocolate sounded from deep inside the horse, making every word sound like a sexual command. "Real tight runework. Delivered exactly what it promised. Now I suppose I should keep up my end of the bargain and keep you company."

Char placed a massive hand on his fat cock and it throbbed, throwing a cup of pre out to slicken the deck of the yacht before it even BEGAN to harden. "I personally recommend we both spend some time enjoying this cock. I certainly intend to~"

Daz gazed in awe at the towering behemoth looming over him, those blue-white flames blazing in the dark night and casting their light over his rather cute face. "A-Absolutely..." he stammered in reply, watching that enormous hand pump that cock. "Y-You don't have to call me Boss though...unless you want to." he continued with a smile. He'd been serious about how he intended for them to conduct their relationship and thus he didn't want Char to think he was...required...to call him that.  "Should I...still call you Char?"

"Absolutely, I'm certainly not anybody else," Char commented, willing to ignore his cock for a FEW minutes of introspection, "that mortal loser wasn't all bad, you know. When you look past the unaddressed mental illness and the fat and all the garbage that came with his ego, he had two things that were pretty worthwhile!" Char grabbed the railing of the yacht... and SNAPPED it with a casual turn of his hand, pulling away feet of inch thick solid steel before TWISTING it in both hands until it turned red hot and he could pull it thin... into a wire... onto which he threated the crystal and placed it around his massive neck, the pointy bottom of the crystal funneling eyes into his cavernous pec cleavage. "One of them was a pretty powerful soul. The more you go through, the more... eh, you don't care about animaculture, nevermind." Char aborted the expository lecture to take a step closer to Daz, leaving the much smaller horse to realize just how perfectly he stood at 'crotch height' to the demon.

"The second was me. I was always in there, you just let me out and... multiplied me. So I'll still call you boss for at least a little while, I don't think you'd enjoy 'junior' very much." A massive hand reached down to touch Daz's head, the flame-wristed appendage practically bigger than his head... but still providing only a gentle pat.

Daz watched as the demon horse stretched and twisted the solid steel railing more easily than the smaller clydesdale might a thin paperclip.  He moaned softly as that massive hand gently engulfed his head, Char's fur soft and warm against his own coat. "No...junior wouldn't be high on my list, heheh..."  he replied. "As for...enjoyment...there's almost anything you might want on this ship...just tell me where you'd like us to spend our...first evening together" he continued, the absolute confidence emanating from Char's presence so intoxicating it threatened to garble his words. The casual way he'd ripped the rail away without so much as a 'by your leave'....this was the ultimate expression of masculine potency made real in demonic form...and Daz couldn't be happier.

"Oh, I'm fine wherever. Mostly I don't particularly want to wait..." Char stroked his cock as the massive beast began to actually harden, visibly rising into the air inch by agonizing inch. "So why not pick someplace you think will help you handle all of THIS..." the demon gave his pecs the SLIGHTEST of flexes and muscle exploded off his front, blocking out Daz's view of the sun for a second before he relaxed them again... "And hitch a ride." Char simply smirked, his now fully hard cock was completely horizontal, five feet long and a foot in diameter. It THROBBED, moving inches at a time from whatever demonic parody of a heartbeat now kept it inflated every second... and Char gestured at his 'boss' to hop on.

Daz decided the best place for their first night should be the most personal and he motioned for help climbing up onto that monster of a cock.  The musk flowing from Char now was even stronger, amplified by his arousal and pumped from every pore on his body. It made the smaller horse shiver with pleasure as he breathed it in, sliding one slender...oh so slender leg over that beast of a cock and leaning gingerly back against that freakishly ripped 8-pack. He directed Char through the ship, marveling at the way the flames of his mane licked at and spread out on the ceiling above where he walked or stood, never burning or even singing anything but making him seem even MORE massive somehow all the same. They came to the deck on which Char's suite had been...or was...there'd been no talk of such things yet...and Daz directed him past that door to his own master suite, which occupied the remaining two thirds of the entire deck from the bow end back. They entered a magnificent three-deck-high bedroom that was more like a ballroom than a place to catch some Z's. The bed faced a wall of glass that looked out over the bow of the ship, the dim lighting making it possible to see the dramatic beauty of the night sky so far from any other light source.  The bed in the massive room was equally enormous, big enough to fit several individuals Rich's size but ideally suited to host just the two of them. "This is my personal cabin...you're welcome in here any time you like..." he said as the demon horse took in the splendor and luxury of the massive room.

"Good to know. I'd tease you about taking your bed but I don't actually sleep anymore. Although if you're VERY lucky I might let you sleep on me sometime." Char settled in, sitting on the bed and tucking down his tail, the billowing flames conveniently just... fading away when necessary. "Your bindings are juuuuust good enough that I can't go to town on your ass, after all, 'the rest of your life' is supposed to be more than just a few minutes! So why don't you start licking until you think of a proper way to enjoy me. I promise I'll be the best thing you've ever tasted, and you can take that as a demonic guarantee."

"Mmmm...you saying there's no magic way to make it fit?" Daz asked lewdly as he sat in Char's lap, that monster cock bobbing and throbbing right in front of him. He reached out with both hands to begin stroking its ebony girth and then leaned in to drag his tongue as slowly and as sensually up it as he could. The demon's body was slightly sweaty and it tasted divine...like a more concentrated form of Char's musk but somehow tasting exactly like it smelled.

"Oh? You want me to have magic now? Well I can if you want." Char's grin was downright predatory, "Of course I'd need permission to use magic at all in the first place, and some 'encouragement' to increase my power even further couldn't hurt! But if I did..." Char pressed Daz's face into his cock's flare, shoving the thick cockmeat deeper into his mouth. "I would get even manlier." He flexed his bicep, peak rising entire feet into the air, "Even bigger." He exhaled sharply, the power of his rushing breath alone pushing the bed skidding six feet across the room. "Even STRONGER."

Daz doesn't have a chance to reply as that fat, throbbing, dripping cock is shoved into his mouth. He's just barely able to accommodate it but he's at the extreme limit of what his body's capable of...and it excites him beyond belief! He knows it's a bad idea to give a literal demon more power, or to allow Char to accumulate more, but in his sexually driven stupor he's convinced he can do it in a way that doesn't compromise the contract. Maybe he's even right, but there's no way he can account for all the possible ramifications. His little hands stroke and rub around that fat cock, servicing it surprisingly well considering he's the first mortal being to ever try on a cock this large.

"Sorry hon," Char withdrew his addictive cock waving it teasingly in front of Daz's face. "No way you can take all of it as is. I'd better take care of it myself until you give the all clear~" Char extended a tongue from his own mouth, it was forked like a snake's... and extended entire feet from his mouth, curling around the massive cock and teasing it as it began to drip. "Oh hell it tastes so good! I can't imagine passing this up..." Char gave an exaggerated shudder of pleasure that shook the room.

Daz moaned, fully aware of what Char was doing and what the huge demon wanted. He did his best to focus through the lustful cloud of musk and after a minute he cleared his throat. "In the following...I do not release you from any obligations or requirements...not specifically mentioned outright..." He said, placing his hand over Char's soul crystal and hoping he remembered the methodology right. "With this oath I permit you to use magic in the pursuit and satisfaction but not in contravention of your contracted obligations. With this oath...I grant you the charge and right to acquire power in the pursuit and satisfaction but not in contravention of your contracted obligations..." he said through the occasional shudder of his own body as he struggled to maintain composure under the onslaught of so much sexual energy.

"Eh, close enough!" It was the last thing Char said before Daz found himself lifted bodily by the enormous horse. Char was quite lucky that his new 'master's' size lust meant that ANY acquisition of power had just been declared open season. Lucky... and quite grateful. The feeling of Char's magic being used on his body was pleasurable all on its own, and Daz thought for a moment he might cum just from the feeling of fire shooting through his veins...

Then a moment later he had far better motivations, as Char shoved his massive cock down the stallion's throat. Daz's entire neck was only barely as wide as the cock, but with the infusion of power he found he had no problem as his bones jumped out of the way and flesh STRETCHED to accommodate every inch of cock inside him... Cock that was still barely a fifth of the way in. Enough to leave Daz the option of sliding back and chastising his demon... or taking more in of his own accord.

Char wasn't lying about one thing though: the taste was exquisite. As soon as that cock was in him, every single tastebud in his mouth registered that same taste as before but fivefold stronger. His cock leaked immediately as his bulging, straining neck popped the top two buttons off his shirt and tore a seam. The little horse knew that he wouldn't have managed to safeguard the permissions he'd just granted Char so he hadn't tried, instead focusing on ensuring the contract and its general purpose remained intact.  He groaned with pleasure as he brain swam in the sensation of that taste, his nose drawing in equally pleasurable musk pumping out ever stronger from the demon's body and especially his crotch. He did his best to inch his way further onto that monster cock, giving Char his answer.

Char grinned wildly as he let himself indulge, rapidly beginning to pump white-hot pre down the throat of his companion. He drew Daz closer, easily grabbing the scruff of his now stretchy neck and dragging him ever deeper. He wanted the smaller horse to get a proper nosefull of his balls. The massive, firm, BLOATED spheres constantly gurgled with raw virility... and the source of all his overpowering pheromones. Char couldn't want to pump them further, empower them higher... and give Daz a scent of him once he was REALLY strong.

Daz's eyes half-lidded and crossed part way as the demon's huge hand grabbed him and forced him further onto that fat, leaking cock.  Char's musk grew almost exponentially stronger the closer Daz's nose got to his crotch, his cute little muzzle soon bumping into the demon's heavy sack itself, inducing a violent shudder of pleasure that travelled the length of the pony's little body. He could HEAR them churning!  A dull, muffled slosh and rumble sound came from those heavy orbs and he found himself transfixed by it for a few moments.

"You know I'm quite surprised you haven't cum yet," Char's tone was remarkably conversational as he looked down at his new cock sock. "At the moment your body is completely my sex toy. All your organs, all your everything nicely replaced with tight muscle... and some extra nerve endings to overstimulate you. It's rather basic fleshcrafting. Of course, I'll have to turn you back soon. The contract won't let me make any modifications to you that extend your lifespan, I'm afraid, so you'll just have to make the most of all the time you have with me. I suggest cumming as many times as possible... but if you want to wait until you see what it looks like to have a real man's cock go ALL the way through your body, I could oblige."

Daz moaned deeply as he realized the change in sensations he was experiencing, shuddering and bucking slightly with carnal pleasure impulses. Everything about Char was sex...his entire existence seemed to exude sexual potency and energy such that even his deep, booming, powerful voice was enough to push Daz dangerously close to climax. The casual way the demon spoke to him, explaining the little horse's situation, was absolutely enthralling to Daz. He groaned, unable to speak with that monster cock filling him, but did his best to convey his desire to be fucked fully and completely by his enormous companion.

"Well then, best prepare for a mess~" Char teased as he flexed his pelvic muscles... and his cock SWELLED, expanding with size he had somehow been holding back, the massive flare of his head stretching Daz's hips... from the opposite side! Char pulled Daz tight... and his cock pushed through, skewering Daz all the way through as his entire body was stretched cylindrical around the mass of cock entering him... and emerging out the other side. Char constantly POURED pre, thick white cum more potent than any man's orgasm pouring from him like a faucet and onto the polished floors now that he'd freed himself from his personal onahole.

Daz's eyes bugged out as he felt Char's cock barge its way through and OUT his ass.  He was flat on his back with his face rammed deeply and firmly into those churning, gurgling balls and he groaned into them as he felt that hot, thick pre platter on his legs as it gushed from the demon's cock.  His own modestly impressive cock was fully on display, Char's monster having stretched his body beyond what his clothes were meant to contain and causing them to burst and tear at the seams.  The sensation of being fucked all the way through BACKWARDS pushed him past the point of no return and a strangled moan escaped his nostrils as he came harder than he could ever remember cumming before, splattering his whole torso with ropes of thick horse cum.  In that moment he almost wished the demon COULD grant him immortality if just to live eternity with such blissful company but the thought quickly was swept from his mind by a particularly loud gurgle and rumble from those huge balls.

"Oh if we're making messes..." Char's body rumbled ominously, "I guess I'd better..." the faucet pouring onto the floor became more of a hose. "Stop..." flames spouted from Char's wrist, washing the room and reinforcing it against was to cum. "Holding..." Char pulled Daz as tight as he'd go, slamming the horse against THROBBING balls as Char's cock raised to the sky. "BACK!" Char screamed as he let himself cum.

Calling it a geyser was underselling it, it was more like an entire volcanic eruption. It hit the ceiling with a deafening bang... somehow lifting the ENTIRE YACHT feet upwards out of the water from the force of impact. The cum was as thick as glue but still it flowed like water under such force and speed, ricocheting from the ceiling to the walls and floor, each bounce strong enough to destroy the room without demonic magic holding it together, and still Char poured.

Bang, glorp, gurgle, slosh, it was a cacophony of sound. And taste. And scent. And pleasure. Char's orgasm filled up all five senses... and the room. The sticky ocean of white filled the entire bedroom, ballroom sized opulence and all, rising to ankle deep on the gargantuan horse... then partway up his shins. A two foot deep swamp of raw masculinity so dense all the room's furniture floated delicately on top.

"Man, I was a little pent up, huh?" Char asked as his orgasm finally slowed, his cock not softening in the slightest even as his output faded to a drip.

Daz groaned weakly in agreement, his entire word having shifted in the minutes it had taken Char to expend his climax.  Before he'd anticipated living his leisurely but still productive life and enjoying the demon's magnificent companionship but now...now he had seen the truth of Char's power and potency at its most basic levels and far from desiring the demon accompany him, he now wished the reverse as he was intoxicated by the enormous equine's....well, EVERYTHING. The way that Char hadn't hesitated in the slightest in exploiting the freedom and allowances he'd been granted and how his unsurpassable Id/Ego fusion affected his attitude and the way he treated Daz with respect but only as far as he was required to by their contract. The little horse had found himself skewered on the cock of his deepest, darkest, most devious sexual fantasy and all he could think was how he wanted MORE…

Char pried his new companion off his cock, the desperate horse twitching in aftershocks of pleasure as his body returned to mortal materials leaving only the SENSATIONS of being a demon's sex toy in his mind, as Char conjured up a small flask in a puff of flames, dunking it in the swamp and allowing a whirlpool to form... draining away all the cum into that tiny container.

"Here ya go, boss!" Char said brightly, setting the flask on Daz's nightstand. "A little present in case you need a snack while I'm away. I'll leave you some time to recover, goodnight!" The demon winked as he slunk out of the room, passing through a door that looked a little too short for him and leaving Daz to 'recover'... laying on his back in a thoroughly disheveled room whose smell still turned him on, and probably would for the rest of his life.