20: A Baphy's Life

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A Baphy's Life

=Chapter 1: The time of the month.=

It was early morning and that one day of the month had come once again. Florandus Vindivicus stretched and stepped out of bed, taking up his gear and taking a small pouch of salt from his bag. He poured the salt in a thin line drawing a pentagram with it on the stone floor which caught fire upon creation. The flame quickly disappeared in place for a Baphomet.

She got a big smile upon her face as she saw who had called her. Evi jumped at the young man, wrapping her little arms around his neck and kissing his cheek. “Florandus, it’s you again! Does this mean it’s time again?” The ranger chuckled at getting this teddy-bear hug and embraced her, kissing the top of her head lovingly. “Indeed Evi, that’s right. Time to get my build up Demonic energy removed.” The black and brown spotted fur on the baphomet gently brushed against him as Evi rubbed up to her polygamist big brother. “Can I have the first taste once you’re completely clean? I heard the special cream of a man tastes much better when he hasn’t become an incubus yet, it apparently has to do something with fresh unmarked spirit energy.”

The ranger scratched his head and looked away blushing. “You know Thera and Vivy will be wanting it too.. And they don’t even know about you.” Evi grinned and licked the man’s neck teasingly. “They can sense my energy on you; I already got my ass handed to me by Thera. But now that she knows, I’m sure she won’t mind too much. What’s sharing Onii-chan with óne more girl?” Her poofy tail wiggled in excitement as she snuggled up to the ranger. Florandus petted her head and gave her a sweet smile. “No promises..” The baphomet glared at him, huffed and kissed his cheek. “Fine.” Evi raised her paw and flicked her claws, teleporting them both to the teleportation room of the Sabbath, it was a large multi-floor room with portals placed along the walls. Above each one was a name-plate showing the town or city and in the middle of the room was a table that had a map showing the whole world and where each portal would bring one.

The spotted baphomet held the ranger’s hand tightly as they walked through the witches, familiars and other baphomet who were carrying around crates of teleportable trade-goods. The two left the Trading branch and walked through the marble main hall to one of the other five ivory gates. They entered the Research branch where many Sabbath members where hard at work to create the latest freaky chimera’s, tentacle-plants and strange objects of various ominous natures.

=Chapter 2: Meeting the higher-ups.=

Evi waved a paw at a familiar sitting in a nearby room; the familiar was spinning pure threads of Demonic Energy from a large ball easily twice the size of a Dark matter’s ball. She waved back and set down her sowing equipment, walking to the door to open it. “Is it time again?” The brown and black spotted Baphomet nodded excitedly. "It is!”

The familiar gave Florandus an innocent smile as always and took his hand. Florandus was a little hesitant to step inside, as mentioned before. If he were to touch the Demonic energy ball his body would absorb it and turn him into an incubus permanently. The young man sat down on a chair near the familiar’s and watched her go to work. The familiar stroked a paw over his chest and playfully moved her hand under his leather chestplate. Her nimble soft fingers treated his skin in the softest of fashion and a black substance formed around her paws.

Florandus gave her a strange look, for why she was going so slowly, to which the familiar remarked. “I could extract it quickly like before, but like this I can get it all out instead of most.” The young man sheepishly nodded. The massage went on for a minute till the familiar pulled her paw back, holding a head-sized ball of compressed Demonic Energy. “Wow, you had a lot in you this time, did you find some eager young witchy to bed or was it Evi here?” The baphomet blushed and flailed her arms in a cute manner. “It wasn’t me this time, honestly.”

The ranger chuckled and stroked her soft head. “You can be, for the next time.” He stuck out his tongue at her teasingly. Evi giggled, her tail flicking around and about, till she took hold of his collar and pulled him down. “Be careful of what you wish for, you meanie.” While still holding the ranger down to her altitude, Evi meekly licked the young man’s stuck out tongue with her own. The two had barely had tongue contact for a second before they were both pushed out of the room by the familiar. “Geeze, this is a workplace, not a sex dungeon! Do that somewhere else, you’ll get me all worked up..” Florandus had a big smile on his face, amused at doing naughty things with a girl in a workplace. It was then that he glanced through the research-branch. In the far distance stood another Baphomet, but this one seemed like thera. Large long horns curling around the sides of her head, battered and damaged from likely horribly dangerous experiments. The baphomet felt that she was watched and looked up to meet Florandus stare.

Her look seemed normal till a wicked smile came upon her complexion. Evi was jumping around the ranger waving her arms in his face to get his attention. The ranger snapped out of the staring contest and looked back to Evi. “S-sorry, what is it? I phased out a bit..” The brown and black-spotted baphomet wiggled her soft fluffy tail at him. “Did you forget? I get to have the first taste of you.”

She seemed happy till a claw tapped her shoulder from behind. As if in an instant the old strange baphomet had cleared the long distance from the other side of the room to behind Evi. “Young girl.. What are you doing out of your Branch? If you wanted a transfer you could have just said so, I have sooo many experiments that need testing.” Evi froze, her tail went between her legs and her ears drooped down. “N-no, I was just.” The elder baphomet turned the younger around and pointed to the exit. “Then you can go right back to work.” She turned around and took hold of the young man’s wrist. “And you are coming with me.” Evi seemed mortified at the ranger being pulled away, but was in no position to stop it; she hung her head and hurried out of the research branch.

=Chapter 3: A new you.=

Meanwhile back in the research branch, the elder baphomet pulled the young man in to an office, she grinned and walked around her desk. In the room a desk stood in the middle; around it all along the walls where bookshelves and also four doors that lead out of the room alike the points of a compass. A few books and notes were on her desk, covered in formulae and ancient baphomethical writing, the odd drawing depicting a male baphomet. On the desk the pages were covered in crossed out notes, the odd note was written in the common tongue, some written in modern baphometican, most of it pointing to failed attempts with experiments.

Florandus was set down in a chair behind the desk while the elder monster opened her drawer. In the drawer was a potion, a bottle with a tentacle stuck to it and a few other notes and special toys for female pleasure. She took out the potion and held the neck of the bottle with her claws. “As you may know, I’m Marrax. The General of the research branch and you are now my lovely assistant.” She stroked her claws through his hair and a twitch in her eye was the only warning before she pulled off the cap of the potion and forced the liquid down Florandus throat.

She jumped back once the bottle was half-full. Her eyes lit up like stars and she carefully inspected the result of her work. The ranger himself stumbled back, trying to gag out the liquid. Sadly enough he was too late. His vision darkened, the clothes around him grew and a distinct pain appeared at two points in his skull. Two small goat horns grew at either side and his body shrank down to the age of 10-12 years old. The boy struggled in the leather armor around him and with great effort crawled out, looking over his nude new self. He had grown claws on little fluffy paws, his feet had been replaced by hooves, his ears where replaced with soft fluffy goat ears, his teeth became sharp enough to bite and rip through all kinds of flesh and above his butt had grown a big poofy-fluffy tail.

He looked in shock for a moment, then he jumped at Marax, his attempt to cut her to bits was quickly halted. She grabbed his paw and with her superior strength pushed him face-first into the desk, her grin and giggle seemed mad as she rolled him over to pin him down with magic on the desk. She moved her claw over his exposed belly, leaving red marks on it. “Look at this, it actually worked. Isn’t this amazing? I haven’t seen a male of our kind since the great catastrophe where everyone turned into these pesky humanoid forms.” Her paw moved down his body and came to the ranger’s rod. She gave it a lick, stealing a moan from the pinned down prisoner. “And this formed along so well too..”

Florandus was furious, trashing in his confined movement. “What the hell did you do to me?!” The elder baphomet chuckled and climbed up onto the desk to straddle his belly. “Don’t worry, Thera’s pet wasn’t it? The effect of your current form will disappear in a week or so, mainly because I have yet to perfect the formula.” She licked her lips and sniffed his neck; the smell of his male-musk caused the elder to touch herself. “Now look at this, you got me all riled up with your smell alone. Here is your order, don’t ever bath again. Keep fermenting this godly smell and see how many girls you can attract.” She got off and released the magic holding Florandus, her eyes glared at him through glints. “Don’t leave, I’ll be right back. You should probably hide, before some other girl smells you and goes insane with lust. This is a workplace after all” She laughed to herself and walked out of the office.

=Chapter 4: First-time Mamono.=

The Male baphomet fidgeted, not sure what to do. “A week, Oh no..” He felt something unusual; the place where Marax had walked showed some liquid on the floor. The baphomet-boy bowed down to sniff it and recognized it as the elder’s excited female juices. Without a second’s thought he licked it off the floor and played the flavour around his tongue. He stopped and nearly gagged again, confused why he licked it off the floor in the first place. He looked down to his endowments and noticed that they were up and ready to go, his nose also smelled the scent of marax’s past stay in the room. He figured it out; the mamono instinct he now possessed was making him like this. He was more than willing to mate with anything that had a hole and was in his vicinity.

The doorknob turned and two feminine voices could be heard through the door. Florandus ducked and crawled under the desk, feeling his rod press up against his chest. He cursed himself for blindly following an elder monster in a place like this, but then again he was in a relationship with Thera, and she was an elder as well. The door opened and the two witches entered the office, one of the girls walked around the desk to the front, setting down papers on the wood while unknowingly also showing the male her panties off. The ranger sat there under the desk, staring at the witch’s private place while using every brain cell in him to override his carnal desire to not jump and inseminate the fertile young girl so close to him over and over for hours on end. “Do you smell something?” “Hehe, just the dust from books as old as Marax herself.” The two girls giggled to one another.

They had their fun for a moment till both abruptly stopped, regrouped and left the office in a hurry. Florandus heard something on the desk and poked an ear out to hear better. After hearing nothing, the baphomet-boy looked out from under the desk, only to come face to baby-hole with marax. She merely grinned and placed a paw on his head, pushing his lips against her nethers. This is what set Florandus off, his lust won from him and he began greedily suckling and licking up the elder’s fluids.

=Chapter 5: The fruits of ones labor.=

With one hand he held her thigh out of the way while stroking himself with the other. He serviced the fertile mate which was moaning appreciatively, till she pushed his head away. “If you want some, you have to give your mistress some samples. I didn’t turn you for the fun of it, apart from you being the first in my field of view when I needed a subject.” She took out the pot with the tentacle and stuck the tentacle onto his rod. The tentacle worked him over to not pleasure him in the best way, but to extract as much fluid as possible.

The elder pushed the baphomet boy into the chair and straddled his lap, keeping the bottle to where the tentacle fed the fluids in their midst. She took a depravity fruit from the drawer and took a large bite out of it, swallowing it and taking another bite, only to force her mouth on her boy-toy to make him swallow the fruit as well. “Give me lots of samples.” The ranger went red from the heat and the excitement between them. “I-I wanna do you here.” He stroked a claw between her legs, letting marax give out an amused huff. “So you want to fill my honeypot? Maybe, samples first and pleasantries later.” Her hands worked all over the baphomet-boy’s body, keeping his arms where she wanted them to be and keeping the tentacle around the boy’s rod sucking away. His first wave of pleasure was quickly upon him, being kissed and sucked at the same time by the experienced elder proved more than sufficient and the bottle began to fill with his spent seedlings.

The elder kept the pressure on, biting another piece of depravity fruit and sticking it and her tongue down Florandus throat. The fruit worked its effect as the male-baphomet became more and more rowdy. At one point the pot had filled almost to the top and marax pulled it off only to replace the hold on the ranger’s rod with her own pot. “There is a good boy; this generous sample will let me make great advances for perfecting the potion.” She licked her lips and moved on top of Florandus, letting him feel all her walls while keeping his lips occupied. The ranger tried to push her off the chair and onto the desk, but she grabbed his horns and pushed his head back almost painfully so. “Don’t forget your place, boy. I’m the one riding you.” He whined under the pulsating sensation around his rod, the warmth Marax body covered him with. She grinned and grinded her hips, showing off her leadership in more aspects than just leading a branch of the Sabbath.

The skills shown by the elder baphomet were too good and send Florandus over the edge once more, filling up the elder causing her to coo appreciatively. He panted and felt exhausted; his mamono-lust had ended as well. Marax smiled with glee and licked his neck. She got up and played a claw to herself. “That was good, for a first timer. Therakins sure taught you well, hehe." She took the pot, walking to one of the four doors of her office. “I’m going to work on this now, try not to let any other girl smell you okay? You think you want to, but just imagine how sore you will feel after being banged by half the Sabbath.” The young baphomet-boy shyly nodded. “C-can we do this again sometimes?” Marax looked up surprised and giggled mischievously. “You’d have to be stronger than me first if you want me to be yours, maybe in a couple hundred years or so as you are now. But I might need more of this in the future.” She shook the bottle of cream playfully in her paw.

The ranger looked away. “So you will turn me into this form more than once?” The elder baphy smirked. “I probably will, I can’t use your human seed for this research anyhow. I will get this potion to transform a man permanently one day.” Florandus blushed and gave her a small smile. “I won’t mind being your only subject till that day has arrived.” Marax raised one of her eyebrows and stroked a claw over her lips. “Only you as a subject? Aww, it’s so cute how selfish you are. Wanting me and Thera all to yourself. You know what? I’ll think about it.” She had a tiny prideful smirk on her face. Florandus stood up and looked her eye-to-eye. “Once I’m fifth you can come to me, then I will decide whether I want to become a baphomet permanently or stay a human.” Marax smirk turned to a gaze which she averted to the door. “You might not even get to make that choice…” She waved a claw and left through one of the doors.

=Chapter 6: Assessing the mind.=

The ranger stopped in place, reflecting on what she said. He worried about it, but was not sure how to deal with it. He took a deep breath and buried the thought for now, instead he thought of getting out of the building without causing a one-man orgy with the Sabbath. His little hooves tapped nervously on the floor as he walked to the door the witches had come from. Peeking through the door he saw the same large hall of the testing facility, rooms warded with blast protection and all other kinds of spells lined the walls on either side and crazy contraptions and machines where placed all around.

The young boy quickly closed the door once more, looking over his nude body. He wiggles his tail and wrapped it between his legs, the softness o it tickling his manhood. He tapped his hooves and sighed, though he was much faster now, his hooves didn’t provide the best base for quick changes of direction . He held out his paw to himself and looked over the claws that could clearly shred skin, bone or even metal if he wanted to. He walked to Marax’s desk, he may not look strong, but he could easily lift the desk with one hand. A grave realisation came to him how easily the elder pinned him down even with his super physical strength.

The ranger looked around and found some clothes in the lowest drawer. The outfit seemed like a normal Baphomet getup, sadly enough it was clearly only for females. With some reluctance the Baphomet-boy put on the clothes and looked in a small mirror to the side. He saw his grumbling face, blond hair and horns that despite their small size still curved in a V-shape. Moving down he looked over his clearly feminine visage apart from the bulge in his panties accentuated by the way too skimpy clothes. He felt silly for cross-dressing, even more for totally nailing the look as well, but he did not have much choice. The young boy reminded himself of the elder’s words.

Turned permanently one day.. “I guess I can live with that, this form isn’t too bad.” He smiled over one comfort alone. He already was a monster, and his fear for alps kept low with the knowledge that he never saw an alp-beast mamono. He wouldn’t become an alp-Baphomet, that was just about his only worry with the transformation. Feeling relieved in his own body and rocking the enticing disguise he made up his mind and walked through the door to exit Marax’s office.

=Chapter 7: A fate worse than death.=

The young Baphomet-boy stepped out through the door into the facility lead by the crazy elder. Conscious about his bulge he walked every step with his tail between his legs. He walked in a quick pace, a natural curve in his hips causing his feminine frame to fit right in with the others as little witches wiggled theirs while sifting through boxes of alchemical materials and a baphomet in a testing room excitingly whipping her behind with a newly designed Dark-Elf-whip. The boy saw so many lewd and worrying things, but it wasn’t new to him, he knew from the start that the Sabbath made everything from candy for ordinary children to huge battle golems for the war.

After every step he became painfully aware of the musk that he still emitted. He passed a few Baphomet, only to see how they stopped working, sniff the air and begin openly touching themselves while slowly and moaningly following the scent. It had been pretty comical to see Florandus being followed by a few dozen baphomet if he wasn’t at risk of being raped by each and every one of them. Once he reached the main hall of the Sabbath he was overwhelmed with the scents ordinary beast-men probably had to deal with every day. He caught scents of horny witches, familiars on period and sweaty baphomet, all these scents told the beast-boy that he had to fertilize them all, that they needed to be filled with his love-essence.

Some witches and familiars stopped in wonder for the baphomet parade that slowly grew in numbers. Slowly but surely Florandus was getting closer to the Trading Branch, that was where he would find his way out like usual. Out of the corner of his eye the ranger could see Thera walk out of the War Branch, the Elder War-Baphomet was doned in layered metal as if ready for way, her scythe in hand. She niffed the air and as if possessing some horrifying skill her eyes glared through the crowd to settle on Florandus. Thera brought a small cap to her nose and an entourage of armored and armed Baphomet followed her doing the same, her title as Walking Guillotine certainly had effect as any Sabbath member quickly dispersed and evaded the elder and her followers.

The ranger caught on that he was now in severe problems, shooting into a sprint as he ducked and weaved through the crowd of fur, flat-chests and fertile cabooses. He had not even walked 5 meters before a layer of ice frosted over the floor, causing the boy to yelp as his little hoofs slid over the surface and made him tumble onto his back. The momentum caused him to slide into a witch and get a face full of crotch from her. Laying in a pile he breathed in the scent of used panties before a paw grabbed his leg and pulled him upside-down out of the mess on the floor.

=Chapter 8: The kinky questioning.=

Thera gave him a judging glare and a dark-purple flame enveloped them both. When the flame vanished Florandus was tied up to a chair once more in an empty room apart of the door directly in front of him. The chair was sturdy and had him strapped with leather belts, yet the seat had two small holes in it positioned around where one’s sphincter and feminine nethers would be. In the floor beneath him where also a few holes which uttered sloppy wet gurgling noises. A chirping sound came and the door opened for thera to walk in, dressed in nothing but black panties and a studded collar.

In her paw was another collar attached to a leash. “What in Lilith’s name where you trying to pull, huh?!” She walked up closer and pulled the boy’s horn back so he would look eye-to-eye to her. “You took the form of a baphomet.. You wafted your scent all around the Sabbath and you have that furball’s juice on your pecker. Just what where you trying to do?!” Thera gave Florandus a death stare and leaned over him. Florandus struggled a bit in the chair and spoke back sheepishly. “S-she forced the potion on me, it wasn’t my fault. I tried to get to the teleporter, but you got me before I could..”

Thera grumbled and flicked he claw. The sloppy noises became louder and tentacles began popping out of the holes in the floor, two of them rising up to prod at the boy’s backdoor and one hugging his still bagged up pole. “Florandus.. I know it is you in that form. It would be better if you tell me the truth or your cross-dressing butt will get such a thorough tentacle workout till you will never walk again!” The Baphomet-boy shook his head excessively. “Nonono, not that! I’m telling the truth, Marax made some kind of potion that turned me into this; it’s not perfect though and will stop after a week or so. A-and I had nothing else to wear, I couldn’t have walked nude through the Sabbath, you know that.”

Thera’s frown lightened up a little and she shook her head, putting the collar around the boy’s neck and pulling the leash to get his face close to her. “Don’t be tempted by just any girl you see.. I may respect your wishes, but I can still get hurt emotionally and twist your little neck if you start treating me as just another trophy on your wall.” She gave him a sweet kiss and pulled down the boy’s panties to reveal the pole up and ready to go. Thera took a deep sniff of the boy’s neck and the musk coming from it. Her smile turned into a grin as she pulled her own panties aside and pressed her nethers to his tip. “I guess I’m just unlucky.. Out of all the men out there in the world, I get the one cross-dresser. I have something I want to give my little fem-boy, I hope you'll like it.”

At that moment the Elder War-Baphomet pulled the leash and forced her tongue into her boy-toy’s mouth, the tentacle went up between his cheeks to hit home and the little girl’s nethers swallowed the boy’s pole within her. The tentacle’s thrust caused the boy to thrust forcefully into the overjoyed girl while the girl’s bounces caused the boy to bounce on the tentacle.

=Chapter 9: A pet for in bed.=

After a few hours of non-stop musk-lust-induced rutting Thera was on the floor, cooing happily and pulling the leash tightly while her spent Baphomet-boy’s head was locked between her legs to eat out her honeypot. The thorough violation had left him without any energy, he had no choice but to obediently satisfy his mistress. Thera squeaked one last time and gave him a tasty treat.

After she was licked clean she pulled Florandus on top of her to cuddle him, cheekily whispering into his ear. “That was amazing, big bro. If you get turned into a baphomet for life, know that we are gonna do this all the time~. The ranger mewled a bit and nuzzled her cheek. Thera giggled and kissed her boyfriend on the lips. “I have lots of cute outfits, matching lingerie and collars for you to try on. Don’t worry; I will take good care of my pet for the following week.”

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