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Paper Cut 2

Paper Cut 2

by melody_lightdraft2
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Paper Cut.

Brutally cold, a cruel irony when you considered her location. Having fought her way tooth and claw to at least have a corporeal body in Hell. A minor demoness living on the edge, forced to do deals to survive. Yet bided her time, her plans finally came to fruition. The young Nightmare nervous but ambitious, the bait set by our demoness irresistible. The mare's voice like the dry dust of a tomb.

"So, it's agreed, I deliver your compulsion to a suitable human and I get my soul."

These mares lived under the hoof of the Night Stallion; he owned their soul. Thus, they must do his bidding, slaves to his herd. The demoness smiled, because the mare having no idea what favours called in and other deals brokered, she spoke to the equine.

"Agreed mare Frigoris."

Observing the mare, as cold hearted as her name inferred, yet the deal signed and sealed.

Russ, a typical Roll Playing Game player. At eighteen almost to the point of being a super nerd, his only friends virtual online, or at their monthly meetings. His bedroom adorned with posters and retail merchandise, and a top-of-the-line games machine with a virtual reality headset. His HaloΒ© clock signalled half past two in the morning, Russ being deep in REM sleep.

The Nightmare, phase shifted, the very atoms of her diffused allowing her to walk through the wall, into his room. Shifting back Frigoris placed a offside front hoof down only for it to slide out from underneath her, her near side bent so unsupported her knees gave way. Gravity unforgiving and she slammed into the floor.

"Latro!"

Russ woke with a start. "What?" His hands weaving a defensive spell used in the latest game, yet nothing happened in the real world. There was a horse in his room, so in a panicked voice. "Alexa, bedroom light on."

Neither party prepared, Frigoris reacted as any startled otherworldly magical equine would, from her rear hooves blossomed blue fire which lashed out hitting the ceiling lightbulb which exploded.

"Fucking Hell." Russ's first thoughts it being some crazy dream, his unexpected guest now glowed electric blue all over, and from that ethereal light he could tell, not happy, it spoke again.

"You disgusting mortal, what in all the seven Hells is stuck to my hoof?"

Russ sat up in bed, peered at the hoof before replying. "Pepperoni and cheese pizza."

Mare Frigoris reared up, shaking her hoof. The slice of pizza hit the wall with a wet slap, cold flames surrounded her. Russ's brain tried to keep up, suggesting maybe cut down on the energy drinks. He studied the mare before asking.

"I don't know much about horses, other than a leg at each corner. Fantastic detail, in this dream though, and you can talk...."

Frigoris, snorted before letting rip. "Dream, dream? Foolish colt, I am a Nightmare!"

With that his room burst into blue flames, the dread mare walked up to his bed. Tombstone teeth nipped at the duvet; with a swing of her head, it sailed across the room impacted a shelf of anime merchandise that collapsed onto the floor.

"You bitch!" Russ made to swing his legs out of bed to confront this upstart imaginary image. What happened next, shocked him to his very core. A hoof pinned his leg to the bed, numbness seeped through PJ bottoms, tingling. The mare regarded him, teeth inches from his face. Intense cold with a snort of her breath, her words echoed in his mind.

"You have wasted enough of my time; I have a message that you will remember."

Pain in his head exploded, a complex swirl of symbols, runes of a language long forgotten flooding his brain. He screamed, Frigoris drank in his fear. She turned, and once shifted walked through the wall, a flick of her tail the last part to vanish.

The scream brought his stepmother running, his father walking out years ago. The door opened, the click of a light switch that did nothing. Yet enough light from the hall to view her son, his feet on the floor, holding his head in his hands.

She sat beside him held him close, and reassured him, "It's only a bad dream." Recovered his duvet and tucked him in, staying only until he being exhausted, fell asleep.

Morning broke, he shivered, the horse nothing but a bad dream. Once out of bed, he noticed across the room the wreckage on the floor. Many of his hero's not surviving the battle of the duvet, a pain in his thigh. On pulling his PJ bottoms down, there the proof, a hoof print blackened the skin. The name, "Frigoris."

Overcome by a sudden drive to find a sheet of paper and a pen, his hand gliding across it as the ink drew arcane complexity. His gaming mates, Tony, and Duncan could meet him here, and he would dazzle them with this. What a Halloween surprise, perfect, a time when the barrier between dimensions at its thinnest.

Our demoness, recognised the strong pull of energy from the realm of Earth. The little fool did her bidding, activated the portal. She dissolved into fine smoke, drawn upward.

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The room she appeared in made her smile, a basement. Shocked faces of young males, and as she solidified found herself in the classic pentagram, candles at each cardinal point. Russ spoke, his voice cracked with that awkwardness of someone socially inept, his eyes drank in her charms.

She smiled, her forked tongue testing the air like a snake, a heady mix of fear, adrenaline, and testosterone. Not her first rodeo, and what these young males expected. A click of her fingers made him jump, now she stood before them completely nude. Locking onto the mental picture in Russ's mind, her breasts enlarged, areola darkening, nipples erect, her labia majora forming the classic camel toe. The pheromones from her wet sex caused all three young men to display obvious erections.

Russ, drunk on his newfound power.

"You must do as I command."

Her laugh unnerved him, she spoke.

"Tell me oh great wizard, do you know why the ancient spells were written on parchment dipped in Holy water?"

Russ stuttered then rallied. "You are bridled by this spell...."

She interrupted. "Fool, dolt. Don't quote my words back at me, I created the spell you uttered, let me enlighten you. It is true that I am bound by the words of power written on that sheet of paper in your hand, but only while it exists."

The edge of the paper moved unbidden in his hand, a paper cut. The sharp sting allowing a drop of blood to seal the deal with the Nightmare, she got a soul. Yet because of the mares inexperience she had not specified her female soul held by the night stallion, a male one met the terms of the agreement.

Her leather wings unfolded, drawing his eyes from her chest. Russ paled, on hearing her next words.

"Infernales flammas inferni voco, ut quod tenes, comburat."

The puzzlement on his face as the paper burst into flames, he dropped it as it turned to ash.

"You lack Latin? Such a poor education, let me help. "I call on the infernal flames of Hell to burn what you hold." She continued. "Parchment dipped in Holy water will not burn."

She made to move forward, to walk out of the pentagram.

Russ made a rookie mistake; he stepped forward not noticing his foot scuffing the line. In a panicked voice. "You shall not pass!"

"You dare to misquote Tolkien to such as me?"

Russ could not take his eyes off her swaying body as she stepped out of the pentagram pushing Russ backwards.

A simple spell blocked any sound from issuing from the room, another froze the muscles controlling voluntary movement in the three males, Unless she willed it, muting vocal chords. Feeding on the fear on their faces, holding eye contact with Russ as her hand stroked his erect cock through his jeans. Allowing Russ a limited voice his whimper excited her, blood red long fingernails sliced through his tee-shirt top. Ripping his top off her fingers wrapped around the curls of thick black hair above the top of his jeans. Before issuing a command, she knew so well.

"Kneel before me, let's put that mouth and tongue to good use."

Russ found his arms rise as she walked towards him, hands cupped her behind pulling her towards his mouth, the heady scent triggering a memory. The time he spied on his stepmom. Her bedroom door open enough to see her pleasuring herself with a vibrator, hearing her stifled orgasm. Retreating to his room to wank himself off, then waiting until she went downstairs. Creeping into her room to remove her sodden panties from the washing basket, then back to his room to sniff them. Wanking his stiffening erection into the crotch of the panties already covered in her cum, only to add to the mess.

Our demoness loved this memory, rifled through his fantasies, while holding his head. Grinding her sex into his face.

"My dear you have some naughty ideas involving your stepmother."

She pushed him away, turned her attention to the other two lads, before grinning. A compulsion spell to do her bidding. "Strip." Running her forked tongue across wet lips, watching as Tony undressed. First his top revealing a white plump stomach, hands working his belt loose then unbuttoning his jeans and pulling the zip down. As they dropped and the underwear followed, she commented. "My what a thick shaft, yes that will do."

Duncan could only watch in horror, being shy yet could not refuse the order given, kicking his jeans and underwear to one side. He tried to blank his mind, yet looking at his first real breasts it betrayed him.

She caught his thought in an instant.

"Duncan, you like big breasts, and you want me to ride you? Mmmmm, lay down."

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He did as she bid, his rigid cock flat against his belly. Watching as her wings retracted into her body, breasts increased to anime proportions, legs straggled him. Hand holding his cock, guiding it into her wet warmth. He groaned, his hands commanded to cup her tits, thumb and fingers on nipples.

"Don't you dare, you'll cum when I let you."

His body being overridden, his hardness being milked, liquid sounds of sex. Annoyed with him, she timed the pace, ten minutes turned to twenty.

Blood pounding in Duncan's ears, heart working hard, cock still rigid.

Tony saw her lean over Duncan, her breasts in his face, his mouth on a nipple. Her rear slamming into Duncan's crotch, he knew she would orgasm.

Yet even as she shuddered in orgasmic bliss the true nature of her kind manifest itself, rising with both hands each side of Duncan's head before pressing both breasts over his face covering his mouth and nose. Rode his bucking hips, allowing his release, his spray of hot sperm inside her. Only at the last minute did she sit upright, the sound of Duncan drawing huge breaths of air.

Tony could not help himself, his cock twitching as he came. Long arcs splattered over the demonesses tits, who smiled as she stood up. Duncan's spent cock making an obscene slurping noise as it fell from between her legs.

"Did I give you permission to cum?"

A click of her fingers, and Tony grew hard again. Following her with his eyes as she looked down, his thought damning him.

"Oh Tony, you want me to suck you off. Yet such a pathetic offering, let's make you the stallion you want to be."

His thighs thickened; feet became hooves. Testicles expanding, heavy globes encased in a black sack, a tail erupted from the base of his spine. His cock that took on a whole new dimension, emerging from a sheath, the shaft now thicker than his wrist as long as his arm with a flared flat head. Pain as his head morphed into that of an equine, with near 360-degree vision, ears that could swivel. Nostrils that snorted, tombstone teeth in his long muzzle.

"Russ turn and observe. Do you like my anthropomorphic pet, I think Tony likes his new body?"

The long equine head nodded showing he understood.

Russ turned, horrified that although Tony now being part horse, he retained his human arms and hands. Don't think, don't think....

"Russ, you want him to fuck me, will it fit? You have a twisted mind, still let's get rid of Duncan's idea of breasts, backache is murder. Now if I change into a mare...."

She morphed, a pony sized anthro mare, dropping onto her hands and knees. Tail to one side, head looking over her shoulder. Tony bared his upper teeth, the Flehmen response. Aware of the glorious aroma of a mare in heat, her tail cocked to one side, and red swollen vulva winking at him.

This is not happening. Russ tried to look away, yet his hard erection reminded him all of this was his doing. Tony's equine cock at the right height to....

The anthro mare squealed with delight as the stallion's cock thrust into her, Tony's hips making rapid movements. The slap of his balls, hands on the mares lower back. Tony the anthro horse grunted, the muscles in his neck taut as he swung his head up. Thrust, grunt, thrust, grunt. The pressure of his liquid seed spraying in a sticky mess across his swinging balls as he pulled out.

Russ looked at his friend's cock, she caught the obvious thought.

"You want to be hung like a horse?" That caused a whinny of amusement, her breasts performed an erotic jiggle. "Well, my little human stud muffin, let's see what nature gave you to work with?"

Russ having no choice being under her compulsion to strip. Yet as he pulled his jeans down, the demoness screamed, her mare persona made it sound like a stallion's challenge. Hoof steps sounding on the floorboards, as she advanced, her anger plain to see.

"That fucking mare marked you!"

Russ felt pain as Frigoris's mark glowed, the compulsion spell fell away. He turned to run to the door and escape, but the jeans around his legs tripped him. Ending up on all fours, pain as he morphed, recognizing the same changes Tony had gone through. But not into an anthropomorphic equine, his transformation went further into that of a full equine stallion. Testosterone surged through him, adrenaline, the urge to fight. But even as he struggled to control his new body, he became aware of a horse's head appearing through the wall. The rest followed.

"Frigoris!" The demonesses body erupted into flames, the equine parts of her body melting to reveal her true self, thick horns sprouted from her head, wings reappeared, standing on cloven hooves.

The Nightmare spoke, her voice deep, that of a stallion. "Payback is a mare, don't you think? Come Russell, you cannot stay here."

With that he turned and followed the Nightmare his body phasing as he walked through the wall.

Our demoness, fumed, before a wicked thought formed.

"Duncan, Tony wants to teach Russ's stepmother how to ride a horse."

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