“I still don’t think I quite understand what’s going on.”
“It’s really rather simple, Oliver. I want your help,” they said, and with a snap of their fingers, Kyle’s dull fantasy began to fall away from the room around them, and Nick was back on the bed, moaning for the “bull” to fuck him harder, while Kyle, in makeup, paid him little attention. “I want you to show me what’s in your mind, and in return, I want to help you make your dreams real. Make them true lovers, make them strange beasts, whatever you want them to be. Make them do whatever you want them to do. This is your fantasy now–show me what you can do with these basic bores,” They tittered a moment, and then one slender finger touched Oliver’s forehead–and it was like the world opened up around him, and he looked over at the two young men, smiled, and got up from his chair.
He could…see all of these possibilities, layered on top of them. Forms, acts, perversions–there was so much–but he walked over to Kyle, touched him, and felt him enter into the young man’s fantasy again. He waved away the celebrity skien from Nick, revealing him, and Kyle looked down, confused. “Don’t worry about him,” Oliver said, feeling him, “Think about what you want to be, about what a brute you could be. About how rough you could be.”
Kyle looked at Oliver, as though he was trying to understand why he was imagining Oliver standing beside him, but Oliver put a finger to his lips before he could say a word.
“Don’t talk. We all know beasts don’t talk–and you really, really want to be a beast, don’t you?”
Kyle moaned, his eyes flickering slightly. The makeup appeared on his fantasy form, and he started fucking Nick a bit more rough, making his boyfriend grunt with pleasure. “Yeah, good. That’s good, but it’s not enough, is it?”
Kyle shook his head.
“It’s not good enough, because it’s not real. You want it to be real, more than anything.”
Kyle shuddered, trying to fight the strange desires welling up inside him, but the edges of the latex were already starting to disappear, the short snout Oliver had designed growing longer and wider, like a true bull, the ring at the end punching a true hole through Kyle’s nose, making him snort, and buck harder. Parts of his face untouched by the makeup were beginning to change as well–his hair diminishing and becoming short fur which spread down over his forehead, cheeks and down onto his neck, which had become thick and corded with muscle as his skull grew heavier, his eyes dimmer.
“Still not enough though, is it? No–we need equipment to match, of course.”
Kyle’s cock began to tingle, pulsing slightly as it grew longer and wider, thrusting deeper into Nick’s hole, more and more pleasure overwhelming his increasingly simple, animal mind. The heavy silicone around his balls became flesh and expanded, pulsing with seed, coated with the same fur as Kyle’s new face. His feet began to blacken and harden, until Kyle stood on two wide hooves, human bones cracking and bending, forcing him into an awkward, hunched posture, leaning his full weight on Nick’s back, and his hands became the same, his arms shortening but thickening with muscle. His torso and belly had grown thicker, but still appeared superficially human–same with his now much wider haunches–aside from the long bull tail whipping around behind him. A monster. A brute. A chimera. A beauty.
“Stunning work. Absolutely freakish!” Amoredie said, clapping their hands, “I adore your mind, Oliver, but please, continue!”
As Kyle rutted, Nick had begun to sense that something strange was happening. His moans had become mild protests, asking Kyle to be less rough, but when that had gone unanswered, he opened his eyes and looked back, only to find himself staring at the face of a true bull, snorting and grunting and heaving his huge cock into his ass. He screamed in terror, and tried to crawl away, but the bull was too heavy, and too intent on fucking, to allow him to leave. Nick looked up to Oliver, “Please! Make…make it stop! What happened?”
Oliver squatted down beside the struggling, crying Nick, and stroked his shoulder. “Now Nick, I thought this is what you wanted? To be fucked by a beast?”
This? Is this what he’d wanted? Something…was taking hold of him, making him protest less, push back more, enjoy the sheer…size of the monster’s huge cock, stretching his hole wide. “I…But…Kyle?”
“You shouldn’t be worried about Kyle, Nick. You should be much more worried about what’s going to happen when that beast cums deep in your ass. Do you know the myths, about what happens when you let a beast like that fuck you? You become a beast too. A mindless, monstrous, inhuman fuckbeast, desperate to find other holes for your twisted seed, but also desperate for anything to use your holes, hungry for cum.”
“No–No, this isn’t…I didn’t…”
“If that’s not what you wanted, then why did you let it fuck you? It’s no matter, right buddy?” Oliver said, patting the side of Kyle’s thick trunk, “you’re about ready to fill this boy’s hole up, aren’t you? Any minute now…”
Nick started to struggle harder now, desperate to work himself out from under the monstrosity’s bulk, but even he could sense it was too late. Could sense that, deep down, he…wanted this, as much as he didn’t want to admit it. Something in what Oliver had said had changed him. Flipped a switch deep inside his guts, and now the thought of no longer being this frail, weak thing turned him on. Made him…excited. He’d stopped struggling, wondering what he might become, when the Oliver’s minotaur gave a long mooing cry, slammed in deep, and filled Nick’s hole with his infectious seed.
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