Alright, sorry I missed a post on Wednesday, I’ve kind of been mulling over where in the hell to go with this story, since it’s evolved into a bit of a monster, not that that’s necessarily a bad thing. Still, it does mean that I’m not entirely sure how to direct it towards some sort of climax, though I can feel a climax building–it’s kind of strange. Regardless, way more people seemed interested in following Ken into the garden, and as far as preferred TF’s, the pig idea edged out a slight lead, though I might take it in a more minotaur direction–who the hell knows anymore. Gargoyle voters, don’t despair, Gaynerpig gave me a good idea, and you’ll have a chance next round to make it happen.
***
Ken, his feet moving beyond his control, danced his way out the back door, into the garden, and found himself drawn towards the ramshackle stable a ways off from the house. He could hear the song in his head growing louder as he approached, and it took him a second to realize he was actually hearing the song. Someone else was playing, or rather as Ken discovered a moment later–something else was playing it. There, still perched on the barrel, was the satyr, playing the song on a second set of pipes, and listening to it, Ken felt the attraction to filth increase by magnitudes he couldn’t even grasp.
“Ah, a simple composition, though I must admit, it’s rather effective. I’d say that my little faun has been doing rather nicely, wouldn’t you?” the satyr said, somehow managing to speak without interrupting the lilting tune.
“What…what did you do to him? To us?” Ken said, groaning as he felt himself release another load of piss into his soaked jeans, unable to stop himself.
“Still, I can’t help but feel like it’s just a theme. How about we add a few variations, to make it more fun? Now, it looks like the house wanted a cowboy, but I’ve always fancied cowmen myself.”
The song shifted, it’s previous lines growing twisted and warped, though still recognizable, and Ken felt his body warp and twist with the song. He grew taller, his muscles ripping through the clothes the house had given him. The lower half of his body started filling it with a long, foul smelling coat, his feet thickening and hardening into two massive, cloven hooves, a long tail whipping out behind him as he gave a snort, two bull horns pushing out from his skull.
“Ah yes, that’s better, but still…hmmm…a bit boring, I think, how about another variation…on top of that one? Oh yes, I like that…” the satyr said, and warped the tune a bit more, a second wave of changes crashing into Ken. His face, at this point relatively unchanged, started morphing into a chubbier version, his nose flattening, resembling a pig’s nose, two tusks growing out of his bottom jaw and curling up over his upper lip. His ears, too flattened and became piggish, and while his now seven and a half foot frame didn’t lose an ounce of muscle, fat began filling in as well, growing into a firm, thick barrel gut and chest. Lastly, his still human cock started to twist, almost as though it were attached to a corkscrew, and pulled up into a sheath. Snorting and grunting like an animal, his human sensibilities nearly destroyed, Ken grasped his new cock and started jacking it, not even noticing as his tail lifted, Ken shitting onto the stable floor like a common barnyard animal–though he was hardly common, the satyr thought with a laugh.
Finally, the satyr stopped playing the song, leaving Ken there, snorting and horny, and the satyr leaned back on the barrel, putting his legs up. “Well come on big boy, why don’t you give that new piggy cock of yours a test drive?”
Ken didn’t need a second invitation, strutting forward and ramming his cock home with no pomp, rutting like a true animal, the satyr directing and encouraging him to new heights of pleasure. In his head, there was a kernel of Ken left, but no shame, no human sensibility. Why should he care about modesty or self control? He could only thank David, for showing him the way, and he knew that sooner or later, he would be fucking his old friends hole long into the night, under the sway of the satyr’s song.
***
Alright, let’s go back to David, who I’m sure has found his way to the basement by now, but what might happen down there?
1) The satyr wins, through David, and he succeeds in killing the boiler’s power, but does David a) change Dan in the basement, turning him into a sex crazed beast, perhaps a rat, or b) lure him, and also Bob, out into the garden for a couple final transformations.
2) The demon has a ninth inning comeback, and the boiler overpowers David, and a) he becomes Dan’s assistant, both of them shoveling enough coal to allow the demon to amass enough power to directly confront the satyr, or b) the boiler absorbs David, sending his spirit into the house, when he ends up inhabiting a gargoyle, who flies down to confront Ken and the satyr.
What do you think? No matter what, I think we’ll only have a few more episodes left, so choose wisely–this is the end game. Thoughts?
Bracken's Corner 