Well, by a pretty solid plurality, you all wanted to see David run into Cowboy Ken, and have David come out on top, so how about we see how raunchy our new cowboy can get, eh?
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David danced down another hallway, humming to himself, and paused at a junction, looking down a couple of hallways before jigging off down another. He was lost, unfortunately. He’d hoped to find his way to the basement to try and do his master’s bidding, but the house seemed…determined to keep him away from there. The hallways inexplicably curved away from where he wanted to go, sending him away every time he got close. Still, he was too happy to be angry–he was still reveling in how he’d changed Bob earlier, and was starting to wish he’d find someone else to draw into the satyr’s fold. And then, almost in answer to his prayers, he turned the corner and nearly barreled directly into Ken–old, grizzled and chewing tobacco with a bushy mustache–but it was Ken none the less. The cowboy just gaped at his old friend, horned, naked and dancing in place, spit some black juice onto the floor, and said, “David? What in the world happened to you?”
“To me?” David said, laughing maniacally, “Why, I met the master, of course.”
“The demon?” Ken said, “You met the demon too? Is that where your horns came from?”
“The demon is no master!” David shouted, turning suddenly angry, “There is only one true master–perhaps it’s time for you to meet him as well, and see for yourself.”
“No, David, look–I just want to get out of here–we need to get help man, this place is fucking us up.”
David, however, wasn’t listening, he was circling Ken, looking at him, composing a new song in his head for his one time friend. “My goodness, you sure are a dirty cowboy, Ken…I wonder what would happen if we made you the raunchiest cowboy in the west.” David lifted the pipes and started playing a new song, a tune similar to any number of old west cowboy songs, but with…a raunchy edge–that was the only way Ken could describe it in his head, and he could feel the song moving through him, into his shoes, making his boots tap in time to the beat.
“No…No David, stop it–what are you doing?” Ken said, the song making him throw his arm up in the air, and the stench–it was far worse than he’d smelled before, and yet…it turned him on just as much as before, maybe more so. His feet were dancing along now, his mind swept up by the song, spiraling into the satyr’s control, tobacco spit leaking out of his mouth, yellowing his mustache and staining his shirt. The song’s introduction ended, and erupted into a hot spray, Ken noticing a moment too late that he’d heard himself start pissing his pants, looked down, and sure enough, a dark spot grew quickly down one leg of his jeans. “Shit!” he cried, and hauled his cock out of the fly, but he couldn’t stop the stream–the song had made him abandon all control, and instead he pointed it up, soaking his shirt, pushing it out faster, bending over and drinking from the fount, swishing the piss around with his tobacco, the flavor disgusting, but he needed more, so much more. He started jacking his cock, snorting like a beast, feeling his new foreskin pull up over the head, quickly forming a thick coating of cheese he would occasionally lick from his fingers.
David ended the song there, pleased with Ken’s new disgusting desires. “Hey Ken, I have something for you…” David said, brandishing his own cock. Ken got down on his knees and took the head in his mouth just in time to catch the blast of piss David unleashed down his old friend’s throat. He most of it down, allowing some of it to spill out of his mouth with his dark spit onto his now even filthier clothing. When the stream ended, David turned around, presenting his ass, which Ken started licking at, jacking off his cock all the while, shoving his tongue as deep as he could, and after a couple of minutes shot a load of cum onto the floor beneath him, David turning around a nutting directly onto the filthy cowboy’s mustache, watching his crazed friend lick it up hungrily.
“See? That’s much better, isn’t it? Now, I bet our master would love to have a cowboy like you in the stable to play with–why don’t you go pay him a visit?”
“No, no David, please…I can’t…” Ken said, but the song had already taken over his feet, dancing him down the hall towards the garden, the cowboy both terrified and thrilled about what might wait for him in the stable. David in the meantime, realized he’d been distracted by the house on purpose, and annoyed, set off for the basement once more. The house could only deter him for so long–he’d find his way to the boiler before too long, and then the demon will be stone once more, and his master will rule the house once again.
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Well, it looks like Ken is heading out back, but I think we should check in with Bob and Butler next. Here’s a few possibilities:
1) Bob and Butler run into some trouble on their way to the basement. Either a) they run into the chef from earlier, who demands Bob join him for the meal he escaped from earlier, despite Butler’s objections, or b) the song stuck in Bob’s head starts making some changes to Butler, perhaps into Bubba.
2) Bob and Butler make it to the basement. Either a) sensing that Dan can’t shovel coal fast enough, the boiler overpowers Butler, transforming him into a partner/assistant for Dan which gives the demon freedom to move about the house, or b) the satyr’s song interferes with Dan’s mind control, freeing him from the boiler’s compulsion, and the boiler enslaves Butler and Bob as the new shoveler, or c) Bob regains control from Butler with the song’s help and breaks the boiler, giving him and Dan a chance to escape, and returning the demon to stone.
What do you all think?
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