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Chapter 1

There was a musty, desolate atmosphere in the basement of the university library. The books on the shelves were covered with a thin layer of dust. Dim light shone between the high shelves over the small offices at the end of each aisle. The lamps only provided enough light for the table tops, leaving the surrounding shelves and aisle in constant twilight.

I've finally found a copy of a 15th century text that I need to examine the influence of Druidic practices on early Celtic society. However, the intricate cover of a book nearby caught my attention and I carried it to the table to see it better in the light. The cover was made of genuine leather, with no words on the outside. Only a few intricate patterns could be seen on the dark brown skin. Also missing was the thin layer of dust that seemed to cover everything else here.

As I opened the book, I felt a strange buzzing in my head that quickly passed. I shrugged when I saw the text on the first page. The letters appeared to be handwritten but were legible. However, the language was not the one I recognized. There was no identifiable publisher, publication date, table of contents or page numbers. I couldn't even figure out if there was a name there. I

began leafing through the thick pages, unable to interpret the words. I came up with a drawing depicting demons or evil satyrs with grotesquely large phalluses in all forms of sexual activity. It is curious that the surrounding landscape looked not Greek but Gaelic.

On the opposite page was a traditional occult diagram of a five-pointed star surrounded by a pentagram surrounded by a circle. There were words on each corner of the star and two lines of text at the bottom of the page. I flipped through the rest of the pages, but this was the only piece of art. I returned to the drawing and diagram. Realism and perspective

The numbers in the drawing contradicted the apparent age of the text. The figures seemed so real that the drawing almost looked like a black and white photograph. Paige would love that. Because of her fascination with the occult, she would like to try to figure out the pattern and origin of language. I decided to transfer the complicated diagram design to a page in my notebook. When I was finished, I copied the words in the five corners and two lines of text at the bottom of the page. I put the book back on the shelf and went back to the work I had come here to do.

That evening, as I was getting ready for bed in my dorm room, I noticed that there was a strange diagram I had drawn open in my notebook on my desk. I went up in my boxers and sat at the table. I still couldn't understand what those words meant. Perhaps if I said them, their meaning would become clearer... I tried to pronounce the words phonetically at the corners of the star, and then read the two lines at the bottom of the page. They still didn't make sense. I gave up, turned off the light and climbed into bed.

The erotic dream began with Paige slowly caressing my back and buttocks. The caress developed into an incredibly gentle massage that extended from the neck and shoulders to the back. My buttocks were massaged and I spread my legs and lifted my butt while her hand reached under me from behind to stroke my erection. Her hand was very warm and felt wonderful as I slowly entered her hand and she began to jerk me off. A huge, long, warm and wet tongue began playing over my balls and anus. It was fantastic. No one had ever licked me there. I never knew how sensual it was.

As her hot hand skillfully moved up and down my hard penis, something began probing my anus. It entered my anus and slowly began to expand. I suddenly felt the urge to have a bowel movement, but I didn't care as my attention was completely focused on the impending orgasm. My penis came loose when Paige suddenly grabbed my sides and pushed her hips against my ass.

I woke up to find my ass hanging in the air. Someone grabbed my sides and slapped my butt. I woke up with a start as I felt something expanding in my rectum and realized I was being fucked. The cock in my ass was still expanding and growing painfully large. I felt like I could actually feel it moving in my stomach, like some kind of writhing python.

I looked over my shoulder and my heart almost stopped. One of the satyr demons from the book I found this morning fucked me with obvious pleasure. He was probably only about three feet tall, but he was well built. It seemed like a collection of animals. He had two bull horns over his bull ears. His face was a cross between a man and a goat. His upper body and arms appeared human. His waist and bottom were hidden by my body, but if that was consistentIn the picture he would have the legs of a goat, the tail of a bull and a penis the size of a horse.

My shock wore off as I realized the cock was still expanding in my bowels. I tried to get up and fell off the bed onto the floor as the little demon grabbed me by the waist and rammed his massive cock hard into my ass. With the help of the table, I managed to stand up, hugging him tightly to my back and wrapping his legs around my hips. His cock swung between my legs and wrapped around my cock with the dexterity of a monkey's tail and began milking me. I tried to get it off my cock to no avail. His cock was like a spiral of soft steel. I tried to free his hands from my waist, but again I couldn't. He was incredibly strong.

My rectum burned as this bastard's cock continued to grow. I could actually see my stomach moving as his monster penis slid across my intestines, causing cramps in my stomach. I pushed my back against the wall, trying to crush him. He just pushed it harder into my rectum and his horns dug into my back muscles.

I leaned forward, trying to escape the sharpened horns, and crashed into my desk. I saw a drawing in an open notebook. It glowed. The lines appeared to be written in fluorescent ink. I grabbed the paper and tore it in half. A flash of light blinded me and a jolt of electricity shot through my arms, making them tingle.

The demon's cock stopped pulling on me, turned around, and slid limply from my incredibly erect penis. He let go of my waist and hips and fell heavily to the ground. Even though I was on the floor and still standing, his cock was still in my bowels. I quickly moved away from him before he could

restore. It ended with another foot of cock being pulled out of my rectum. His huge snake penis fell wet to the floor like an empty fire hose. It was at least a meter long.

I pulled a club from my golf bag that was leaning against the wall and, holding the club like a baseball bat, slowly walked toward his still lying body. He didn't seem to recover very quickly. In fact, he seemed to be barely breathing.

As I approached, he slowly turned his head towards me and spoke. “Opening a portal triggers an invitation. Cut off from the life force of the ether, the withering begins. May you be damned forever for this worst deed.” He paused to catch his breath. “The next time you look at a creature that is not like you, you will understand its purpose. But you must gather within you the three suns, the seed of this creature, otherwise the appearance of this creature will be yours.”

As he looked at me, his pupils began to reflect an eerie reddish glow. I was viciously direct. I blinked and suddenly my ears felt blocked. When I looked at the little demon again, he was no longer on the ground.

I ran to the switch on the wall and turned on the overhead light. Using a golf club, I lifted the covers so I could look under the bed from a safe distance. It's empty here. I looked under the table and then carefully opened the cupboard. He wasn't anywhere in my room. I sat down on the chair, my arms and legs began to shake and the adrenaline rush slowly faded.

My back and butt hurt. I stood up and looked at my back in the mirror above the dresser. There were two stab wounds, but they were no longer bleeding and didn't look too serious. My anus was a different matter. Since I couldn't see my rectum, I put my hand on it. I was wide open. I could put my fist in my ass. When I pushed down, I could barely feel my sphincter contracting.

I put on my underwear, wrapped myself in a towel and walked down the hall to the shower. I took a hot shower and washed my ass carefully. It seemed like my anus was slowly shrinking and returning to normal. When I returned to my room, I took the sheets of paper with the diagram back into the toilet, tore them into smaller pieces and flushed them down the toilet. Satisfied that I didn't let him come back, I went back to my room and lay down on the bed with the light on. I didn't think I could sleep, but I was so tired that I fell into a dreamless sleep.

Chapter 2

When the alarm went off, I reflexively jumped out of bed, turned it off, wrapped a towel around my waist and, as soon as I opened my eyes, went into the shower with shampoo and soap. I didn't wake up enough to remember what happened until I got in the shower.

It seemed like some kind of terrible nightmare. But I felt the wounds on my back and the burning in my anus, but still felt very free. What was that thing? I have to find someone to translate this book. Paige would know what the language was and who could translate it. I showered, got dressed, and went to the main library after missing my first class. I found the same stacks where I had looked through my book on the ancient knowledge of the druids, but could not find the leather anywhere. I checked several stacks but he was nowhere to be found. I described the book to the librarian to see if anyone could borrow it, but with no title, author, or even subject, he couldn't help me.

What now? I had already missed a lecture on Italian Renaissance architecture and was about to be late for Dr. Hoffman's 18th-century British political science seminar, where attendance was part of the grade. I picked up my book bag and hurried across the courtyard towards Milton Hall. I sat down, but my mind kept wandering. I gave Dr. Hoffman ignored him as he began his rather dry speech about the laws of fencing. I couldn't stop thinking about last night.

I noticed movement to my left and looked up to see Phil walking in with his guide dog. It was a beautiful and very sweet German Shepherd named Schultz. The dog always found Phil friends immediately wherever he went. Phil told me that Schultz didn't come from the old Soviet bloodline. He explained to me that, among other things, the Soviets had done the right thing by maintaining the original intent of the German Shepherd, which was to be a strong and powerful, yet agile, intelligent and multifunctional dog. In this sense, Schultz was very strong. He had powerful front paws, almost as big as my wrist at the pastern, just above his paws. His head was wider than any German Shepherd I had ever seen before, but still perfectly proportioned. He stood upright on his paws and walked proudly, unlike the sagging butt of the Americanized German Shepherds you usually see.

And despite his muscular 90-pound frame, he was nimble, quick, and light-footed, especially noticeable when we threw a ball or Frisbee into his quadriceps between activities. And Schultz’s intelligence was astounding. Even though he was blind, Phil taught him all sorts of tricks and other tasks beyond his normal duties as a guide dog. Schultz always seemed to be looking for a new way to help or please Phil. He was truly a magnificent specimen and put the AKC style Americanized German Shepherds commonly found in this country to shame.

Just as I noticed Schultz and was about to pet him, I felt a terrible pain in my groin that made me double over and take my breath away. It felt like I had been punched in the lower abdomen and testicles at the same time. I gripped the edges of the table as the pain began to subside. I felt sick and got up to go to the bathroom. Schultz looked at me with concern and cocked his head to the side, as he often did when we talked. Because of the pain, I was unable to stand fully upright as I left the classroom and walked down the hall to the bathroom. I sat on the toilet in one of the stalls. I pulled down my sweatpants to see what hurt.

A pitiful moan escaped my mouth as I looked at my genitals in shock. They weren't human. Somehow they turned into something that looked like a dog penis. There was no pubic hair, but there was soft brown fur. It covered most of the sides of my scrotum, but the bottom of my sac was much less covered. And the skin pigment on my scrotum is now dark charcoal/black. My penis was surrounded by a fur-covered sheath that reached a few inches to my belly button. The leather around the hole in my new sheath was also a dark color. I carefully inserted my finger into the sheath and quickly pulled it out, feeling it touch the tip of my penis. For some reason my penis seemed foreign to me. I tried to pull the skin down, but it was stuck tightly to my stomach.

However, the manipulation caused an erection. I was even more shocked when a wet, pink lump of flesh grew out of the vagina. My penis was deformed. It was about the same diameter as it should be, but the tip was pointed and mine was missing the head. Then I noticed a bulge inside the case. I pulled at the skin and the bump popped out. "Oh my God!" - I thought. “I have a lump like a dog!!!” This made my penis fully erect and the bulge enlarged. It looked like my penis had swallowed a large lemon or apple or something as it protruded at the base. This is what a dog's penis looks like! When it finally stopped growing, it was much longer and thicker than ever before, and I've had good luck before. My thoughts were reeling.

I reached out my hand to touch him. "DAMNED!!" It was incredibly sensitive. I could hardly stand the feeling of a light touch with my fingertip. I had no way to grab the end or the shaft. I gently touched the knot. Okay, that was better. I found that I could touch my penis and hold on to the knot. The knot was rock hard and now almost the size of a softball. My emotions and the new sensations in my groin and stomach were so overwhelming.that I almost lost consciousness. I held the toilet paper dispenser with my left hand and leaned against the other side of the stall with my right.

What happened? What the hell am I supposed to do? It must have something to do with what happened last night. What did the demon say? Something about how the next time I see a creature that is “not of your kind” “the goal you must achieve”? Schultz was the first creature not of my species that I had seen since last night. But why did I have a dog's penis? If I had Schultz's goal, it would be to see the blind. That does not make sense. And that is impossible. But it's real. How can I undo this? What if I can't change it again? The questions spun too quickly for my mind to process. I had to slow down and take a deep, calming breath.

I need help. I doubt the doctor knows what to do. This is not a disease. I'll tell Paige. But what will she think of me? I realized she would probably think it was neat. She loves animals and always took time to pet or play with Schultz when she saw him and Phil. But what if she rejects herself? I can't think of anyone I could trust. Perhaps she had read something in her occult studies that might help her.

As I thought, my knot tightened and my penis hid in its sheath. I put my sweatpants back on and quietly picked up my bag from Dr. Hoffman's seminar. Schultz looked at me questioningly and even worriedly as I passed him. I went to Bradley Hall and waited for Page to come out of her German philosophy seminar. When I saw her leaving the classroom with other graduate students, I called her out. She came towards me and grinned. “Scott! How is my little “beast”?”

“Please, not now.” I groaned.

“I thought you spent all your free time working on your dissertation on the Druid Chapter. What's up? You look upset.”

"Paige... I have to tell you something..." A lump formed in my throat, making it difficult to say anything. I leaned against the wall and tried to regain my composure. How should I say it?

She put her hand on my shoulder. "Scott, what happened?" Is there something wrong with your parents... your brother... your sisters...?"

I shook my head. “Paige, my parents and siblings are fine. I need a place where we can talk alone.

She noticed my serious concern. "Let's go to my office." She offered.

We went into the next building, where philosophy students were given small offices that were probably converted broom closets. The office barely had room for a desk and two chairs, but it served its purpose. Paige listened intently as I told her about the strange book and how I copied the pentagram.

“Then I pronounced these words phonetically, but could never understand them or even understand the origin of the language. Now things get really weird. I told her how the demon appeared. I couldn't bring myself to tell her what he did to me, so I skipped that part. “I panicked and tore up the paper with the pentagram on it. This seems to have touched the demon somehow and I believe it cursed me before disappearing."

She listened without saying a word. Then she grinned. “Well, it’s not an April Fool’s joke. Are you serious? Do you really expect me to believe that you actually summoned a demonic force into your room last night? Eyes. “I'm serious about that. It actually happened and I didn't have any hallucinations or dreams or anything like that."

She digests this for a minute, probably still trying to figure out if I was joking. “We have to get this book. We can go to the library immediately.

I shook my head. “I've been there, but there's no book. And there's no way to know if it's been reviewed because I don't know the title, the author, or even the damn topic. In fact, I just remembered that there wasn't even a phone number on the spine.

“Okay, I can do a little research and see if I can find a cross-reference. But why are you so upset? The demonic power is gone, right? You said he disappeared.”

“I'm pretty sure he's gone missing.”

“What happened then?”

"The curse... I think it's real." I paused. I was too embarrassed to continue.

She asked. “What kind of curse was that? Tell me how it was worded.

“Well, the grammar and syntax were unusual. He said something to the effect that if I saw a creature that wasn't my species, then... I would be its target." I looked up to see her reaction.

She didn't react much at all. “A creature not of your kind.” Can mean any animal other than a human. The phrase “having a purpose” is a bit vague. What do you think it means?

- I asked cautiously. “Do you think this is related to the primitive reproductive instinct?”

“That could certainly be an interpretation. It can also refer, among other things, to the primal instinct of self-preservation.It's too vague to say for sure.

I hesitated. "I'm afraid my guess is probably correct." I still had a hard time saying it.

"What do you mean?"

“I was changed. Physically changed.”

"I still do not understand. How changed? What’s the difference?”

“Replace the “tap’ for “target”.

Paige thought for a second. Then her eyes widened and she grinned. "Do you think the 'little beast' is really a little beast?" When I didn't laugh, she said. "I'm sorry". , I could not resist. Well, what kind of animal did you see?”

“Schultz... Phil the seeing eye.”

"So we have to call him little Schultzie?" She grinned.

"I don't know why you think this is funny." Her lack of compassion and seriousness was starting to make me angry.

She had a serious expression on her face, but her annoying amusement was bubbling just beneath the surface. "I'm sorry. Okay, then show me."

Despite my annoyance with her, I stood up and slowly unzipped my sweatpants. I let them fall to my ankles. I lifted up my shirt. The annoying grin she had been wearing since the beginning of this conversation suddenly disappeared. Her expression changed to one of surprise and disbelief. She reached out and gently touched my vagina and then touched it again.

Her mouth dropped open. "Oh dear God. This is real! What happened?"

I dropped my shirt. “What do you mean ‘what happened’? I just told you what happened.

She lifted my shirt again and touched the vagina again. Then she took my low-hanging, fur-covered scrotum in her hand and lifted it to look underneath. She tugged at the fur and leather of my vagina. I couldn't help it, but as I felt her caresses, my genitals began to harden and my pointed penis began to emerge from its sheath.

She paused and then touched my penis. The feeling of her touch took my breath away. I was ashamed of my erection and the strange appearance of my genitals. I pulled back as far as her tiny office would allow and bent over to put my sweatpants back on. She looked disappointed.

“Don’t be embarrassed. That is interesting. Are there any other changes?

I'm cold. I didn't even think about this possibility. I did a quick mental check and stroked my body with my hands. - No, at least I don't think so. I relaxed a little and didn't notice any other changes. “What I need to know is how to change again.”

She rolled her eyes. "I have no idea. Although usually the curse itself contains a recipe for ridding oneself of suffering. Was there more to the curse? Did he say anything else?”

“Now that you mention it, there was a second part. Let me think... Something about the sun and the seed... three suns... I have three suns to get the creature's seed, otherwise something will happen. There was one last part. Oh yeah, the last part was “Or this creature will be yours.”

“Three suns is obviously the deadline. You have three days to obtain the creature's seed or you will become that creature. According to the terms of the curse, if you don't get dog seed, you will turn into a dog within three days. The semen must be either an egg or a sperm, but what and what do we do with it once we have it?it?"



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