[center][b]Horsepower[/b][/center]

Dami caught the eyes of even the most self-absorbed furs as he entered the gym. Wearing a sleeveless cut-off gym shirt, the fabric of it hanging loosely from his round pecs and exposing his ripped stomach, his impressive form left little to the imagination. Dami met the eyes of other furs with a perpetual wide and bright smile, causing some to blush, others to avert their gaze as though they weren’t looking in the first place, and a small few to nod in some weird kind of respect.

It was an almost unbelievably different experience to what his life had been before -- what [i]he [/i]had been when he was a child. He used to do everything he could to avoid attention at every moment, wrapping himself up in clothes, shrinking into a ball, and crawling into hiding spaces where people couldn’t find him. He had been tiny, weak, fragile, and freakish, and people had resented him for being a burden at best, and abused him for it at worst. 

To compare that to what he had become now, it hardly felt like he was the same person. Of course, in many ways, he wasn’t the same. 

Gone was the pitiful little whimpering demon kid he had used to be. Gone too was the second form he had claimed, that of a chunky brown ursine, as much as he had enjoyed that body while it lasted. Since then, there had been many more -- enough that he had started to forget some of them. Though each body had been blissfully different, they were all the same in that claiming each one was a pleasure unlike anything else. Each time, in a panting, huffing, orgasmic state, he had painted over his own canvas, becoming something new, and often something better.

Some features persisted no matter whom he used as a palette -- his deep red eyes, his smooth silver horns, and his scaly blood-coloured tail, which at the moment was tucked inside his shorts and wrapped around his waist. The silver streaks in his fur also refused to be painted over, criss-crossing his entire body as though some mystical lion had carved eternal marks into his fur with slashing claws. He had come to no longer resent these features, though they did serve as minor annoyances given that they made him still somewhat recognisable. He had to be careful about whom he claimed as a victim, where it happened, and where he went afterwards.

Further features had become familiar to him by choice. He always had a tall, buff, muscular physique, based on the kinds of furs he targeted. He had spent so much of his life in his first form, weak and helpless, that he never wanted to be at the whim of others ever again. So, his body was always strong and powerful. His pecs were round enough to be spheres, he could sink fingers between his abs, when he tensed his arms they ripped through sleeves. He carried so much strength and muscle, all of it earnt, but not necessarily by him, and he loved every muscle fibre.

Other characteristics came and went, dependent on his most recent victim. Two weeks ago, Dami was at a bar, looking for some cute young thing to mewl on his cock. He had stolen a nice chunky bovine body, and was simply out to enjoy it, rather than looking for a new victim to claim. But he came across a tiger who seemed to harass every guy and girl and anyone else who was there alone, and was giving out rapey vibes, stalking people who were there alone until they found the safety of a crowd to mix with, before moving onto a new target. 

Dami, of course, did not believe himself to be a moralistic individual. The world had been cruel to him and taught him that only those who were big and strong enough to look out for themselves would ever avoid suffering, and only those who took what they wanted from those weaker than themselves would ever be happy. He didn’t care what the tiger was trying to do, or what happened to anyone there. But the tiger was ruining the mood, scaring the cute sluts from hooking up, and earning his ire. 

And so, when the tiger went out for a smoke, Dami found him in the alleyway. The tiger offered him a cigarette but the demon took everything from him instead. He stabbed him in the chest with his tail, dragged the choking feline behind a dumpster, and sat atop him. Head back and mouth agape as he panted with ecstasy in the light of the moon, to the dull thud of club music through the walls, he left the tiger desiccated, drained of all his strength and vitality.

Of course, Dami couldn’t return to the bar after the creep resembling his new body had freaked everyone out. But he had achieved the sexual release he had been seeking that night nonetheless. The weak and wheezing feline, left discarded and close to death behind the trash, had been sprayed with a heavy hands-free load of cum amidst his suffering. 

Therefore, Dami most resembled a tiger in the gym today. His fur had taken on a burnt orange colour, long canine teeth rested on his lower lip, and black stripes throughout his fur clashed with his silver streaks. His ears had softened, claws had grown from his fingertips, and his nose had shortened. The fur about his face had thickened and whiskers had sprouted on each side of his upper lip. To anyone else, he would seem like an ordinary tiger, albeit a particularly muscular one, and with a few extra features. It was not his favourite form, especially given his cock had shrunk into a sheath and he never liked not being able to show off a mighty bulge. Still, the orgasm that had flooded his body when he claimed it was worth it.

Once again, he had not come to this place to find a victim. He was not even here to get fit, or bulk up, like many of the other furs at the gym. He was simply here to enjoy himself, because merely inhabiting and utilising his muscular incarnations had become a source of pleasure for Dami. He lay down on the bench press after loading it up with weights and started pumping the bar up and down, and after a while, his eyelids started to flicker, and he let out a low groan. The burn he felt through his muscles sent rippling shivers of joy through the rest of his body. Beyond the physical sensation of it, there was something immensely comforting and reassuring about working out like this and appreciating his own strength. It was, in a way, reminding the scared and self-hating little boy inside of him, underneath many layers, that he was no longer like that -- that he could do whatever he wanted now, and no one could stop him. No one could hurt him. No one could abandon him, because he didn't need anyone else anymore. 

His warm narcissistic haze was interrupted by a black horse wandering into his view. Looking upwards, he noticed the stallion's bulging shorts before anything else. They were too tight, just like the shirt he was wearing, which barely covered his belly button and looked worn and torn in a purposeful kind of way. Like Dami, this guy was rightfully proud of his own body, and made no effort to hide it. 

"Want a spotter, big guy?" the horse said smoothly. He smiled widely, his face as attractive as the fit body it was paired with. 

Dami pushed the bar back into place with a grunt, then kinked his head. “Sure, why the hell not”.

There were two types of people that tended to gravitate towards Dami when he was at the gym. The first consisted of particularly brave sluts looking to hook up with him, whom more often than not he was happy to indulge. After all, he claimed these bodies so they could be enjoyed, and it pleased him to share his forms with drooling admirers who adored his body as much as he did. And second, there were the fitness fanatics who wanted to learn his secrets so that could achieve a physique like him. Andrew, the horse, turned out to be the latter. And unfortunately for him, like all of the others, Dami’s secret to success was a unique one he wasn’t about to share. As they exercised together, Dami placated the horse’s questions with vague motivational mottos, and ways the horse could improve his work-outs with ideas totally made up on the spot. 

Their encounter wasn’t particularly noteworthy, but it was largely pleasant at least. The horse ate up whatever Dami said and was appreciative of it. He had no reason to doubt the demon-tiger after all. [i]Clearly whatever Dami was doing was working for him[/i]. He was a good spotter too, and Dami was able to work up a groany, teeth-gritting, cock-throbbing sweat working with heavier weights when he had the safety of a spotter helping him. It also didn’t hurt that Andrew served as some nice beefy eye-candy. The two of them were the biggest guys in the gym… at least in terms of muscle.

There were other furs in the gym, after all, who had them beat when it came to pure mass. And it was their presence that caused Dami’s encounter with Andrew to become more worthy of note.

As they lifted weights next to each other in the mirror, Andrew snorted, “Get a load of The Titanic over there”, gesturing with a nod towards the reflection of an obese orange goat struggling on the rowing machine. “Fuck, I hope he doesn’t go for a run on the treadmill, he’ll cause an earthquake!” 

Though Dami sneered and grunted half-heartedly in reply, the horse had already broken into laughter at his own joke and wasn’t even watching to see Dami’s reaction. 

So assured was he of this fellow muscular stud being on the same wavelength of disgust towards the fat boy that the horse continued, “You’ve got bigger arms than anyone I’ve ever seen, Dave”, referring to the fake name the demon had used, “but I don’t think even you would ever be able to lift a tub of blubber like that one inch off the ground”.

When Dami rolled his eyes, unimpressed, the horse noticed this time. But he still didn’t get the message.

“Oh c’mon! That was a good one!” he said, punching Dami’s arm. “I’d like to see you come up with something better”.

Again… the demon regularly told himself he did not give a shit about anyone else. People could, and would, only look out for themselves. And he was no different. It was only by becoming like that, after all, that he had broken free of his chains of misery when he was younger. And yet, there were two types of people that made his tail twitch, whether he liked it or not. Parents who neglected or abandoned their children, and bullies. 

He was starting to realise that Andrew was a bully. 

As the stallion clopped off to refill his drink bottle, he passed by the goat and exclaimed shamelessly, “Jeez dude, did you spring a leak? I almost slipped in your sweat!” 

Dami listened as a couple other studs nearby snickered, and watched as the goat’s movements slowed, his face sunk, and he seemed to shrink into himself. Deep within his heart, a small, young sliver of Dami cried out. It knew what it felt like to hear mean words like that. 

The Dami of today gritted his teeth and clenched the weights in his grasp tightly. Now, he was in a position to do something about assholes like Andrew. Not that he cared about anyone else, or anything. It just so happened that his… preferences aligned with a certain type of person. The biggest jerks inevitably turned out to be… [i]big [/i]jerks.

They finished their work-out together with considerably less chit chat from Dami and then headed to the locker room. There were a few other furs in the room, so Dami was careful to keep a towel wrapped around his waist as he stripped, purely so he didn’t draw any attention with his unnatural tail. Andrew, on the other hand, had no problem stripping completely naked, and that made Dami very happy. It was always better being able to see each and every iota of what he took from his victims bared for him to enjoy. His eagerness only grew when the horse announced, “I need to go take a piss. See you in the shower, bro”, before clapping Dami on the shoulder. A stall afforded him all the privacy he needed, meaning he didn’t need to come up with an excuse to lure the stallion elsewhere.

Dami gave an encouraging nod, then watched as Andrew walked off towards the bathroom stalls around the corner. A moment later, the tigerlike fur followed after him, walking carefully on silent foot pads, leaving the noise of the showers behind. 

Andrew swung open the door to a stall just as Dami rounded the corner. A quick glance in each direction reassured Dami that no one was watching. Then he moved fast, dropping his towel, bounding forward, and catching the door before it could close. 

All that escaped the horse’s lips was, “The fu--”, before Dami planted a hand against his mouth and shoved him backwards into the stall. He took advantage of the brief moment of complete confusion to latch the door shut with his other hand before the struggling could begin.

And then the struggling began.

The horse pushed back, trying to force the demon off him. His hooves skidded against the tiles as he tried to get leverage to throw his weight around. He clutched Dami’s wrist and tried to tug it from his face, while complaining in a muffled voice, “Mmmnn! Nnnnnrrmm!” But the immense power he had admired so much was now being used against him. Though Andrew kicked and slapped and beat his fists against the tiger, he wasn’t afforded enough space to actually wind up any force, and thus it was less a fight, and more a clumsy tumble between two sweaty, stinky, naked bodies squished against each other in a small space. The demon pushed Andrew’s head backwards by the mouth until it was against the stall wall and the horse’s body folded backwards over the toilet. Andrew’s struggles increased in urgency as he realised his new friend wasn't letting up, and was seeking something sinister instead.

But they stopped altogether for a moment, and the stallion’s eyes opened wide, as he peered over Dami’s shoulder. There, the demon's tail had wriggled to life, and its arrowhead tip lingered beside its owner's smirking head, angled towards its prey. 

Dami leant forward, licking his lips slowly and dragging his tongue over his canines, and he whispered against the horse's ear. "Hey, asshole. You wanted to know how I got this big? I can do better than tell you. I'll show you". He stood up straight, grinning brightly, red eyes glistening with anticipation. "First, a walking meatsack like you puts in countless hours, and days, and years of work into sculpting your body". 

His scaly red tail slithered around his side, withdrew for a moment, and then lunged through the air. Its sharp tip landed a bullseye in the horse's belly button and disappeared beneath his flesh. Andrew choked out a sudden burst of air in shock and pain that escaped between Dami's fingers. The demon leant forward, pressing their chunky chests together, pinning him in place. Further down, his penis had emerged, and it was already as hard as the stallion's abs it squished against.

"And then I take all that you've earnt for myself", Dami said in a low growl, his chest heaving with excitement, his cock throbbing with desire. 

He stared into the horse's scared, frowning, pleading eyes, and moaned quietly as the muscles flowing into his tail stretched and expanded down its length in a blistering stretching sensation until it reached the tip. And then it exploded, out of him, and into the horse's body. 

"Ugghhhhh yesss", the demon sighed, his eyes rolling upwards to meet his low hanging eyelids. Unleashing his tail always carried with it a sense of intense relief not unlike stretching a sore, cramped muscle. Suddenly, he could feel the entirety of the stallion's body from the inside through his tail, as though he had a thousand hands extending from the tip, wrapped around every muscle fibre, ready to squeeze. At the same time, Andrew hacked and sputtered, clutching awkwardly at his stomach. He struggled to stand, but still his hooves slid smoothly against the tiles, unable to gain any footing. 

Dami took one more moment to soak in the satisfaction of using his strength to conquer yet another arrogant asshole, and used his free hand to draw a wavy line down Andrew's quivering chest, stiff nipple, and the sweaty crevices of his abs, before reaching that glorious, heavy, hanging horse dick between his thighs. He gripped the tremendous veiny meat in his grasp, hot and slippery in his sweaty hand, so thick his fingers could barely touch each other on the other side even when it was soft, and burst into an excited grin.

"You're my first horse", he panted through his teeth, giving the equine’s dick a sensual squeeze. "I'm gonna make really good use of [i]this[/i]". 

But it was one moment too long spent toying with his prey. Talking about his precious cock turned Andrew’s worried eyes into a furious glare, and he finally landed a proper blow. Bent backwards over the toilet and against the wall, he couldn’t punch forward, nor sideways, but it finally occurred to him he could launch a fist upwards, and his knuckles rocketed into Dami’s chin.

The demon stumbled back against the door with a grunt of pain and shock, and Andrew seized on the opportunity to follow up with a hook to the jaw. There was a [i]crunch[/i],[i] [/i]and Dami’s head smacked against the cubicle wall. He hissed in pain, “Hhat hhuhhrt”, only to realise his lower jaw was either dislocated or broken.

“You fuckin freak!” the horse sputtered, pushing himself upright by bracing his hands against the walls. He grabbed hold of Dami’s tail where it sunk into his stomach and gave it a tug, but it didn’t budge. When he pulled harder, with both hands, he groaned and went wide-eyed.

Dami chuckled happily, wiped his lips with the back of his wrist, and growled, “Don’t call me a freak”, though the actual words escaping his lips were far more mumbled than that. He stomped forward, wrapped a broad hand around the horse’s neck, and slammed him backwards against the wall, lifting his hooves off the ground to clatter weakly against the toilet bowl instead. Enough playing. Andrew had only been able to fight back because Dami was holding back. To conquer the stallion entirely, all Dami had to do was take his infinite tail muscles pervading the horse’s body and… [i]tense[/i].

He felt a warm, satisfied buzz, watching the big, broad, powerful stallion freeze in his grasp. Andrew’s limbs twitched and trembled, his lips vibrated, and his eyelids shot open, but he otherwise couldn’t move. 

Dami's cock, which had never fully softened despite his beating, drooled and throbbed. It felt so good to put a big bully in his place. He wanted Andrew to feel weak, the same way that he made others feel weak, the same way that Dami had used to feel weak. 

The big black penis hanging heavily between Andrew’s legs dribbled before erupting with multiple heavy streams of piss that didn’t converge. The hot liquid mostly missed the bowl, splattering Dami’s legs and the floor between his foot paws instead. The demon smirked as best he could with a broken mouth, and inhaled the scent of fear deeply through his nostrils. Now it was time to take the rest.

His tail tightened, flexed, and [i]sucked[/i].

A weak, pathetic whimper escaped from Andrew’s mouth as his coveted strength and mass started to drain from his body. Round masses moved out of his belly button, back up through Dami’s tail, and into the tiger’s body, in gulps that stretched the demon’s scaly skin. As the horse’s body quivered in strain and terror, his dark skin started to jiggle and sag, just ever so slightly. His balloonlike pecs deflated, his ribbed abs grew flatter, and his still-pissing dick withdrew towards his crotch, making the streaming liquid spray even more erratically out of the tip. 

Dami released a deep, satisfied groan, fighting twitching eyelids to continue looking at his conquest. He rolled his jaw left to right, and could already feel little warping [i]clicks[/i] throughout his bones as his pain diminished and his body healed. He saw the arm stretching in front of him to Andrew’s neck rumble and swell with muscle and mass, and could feel the same happening to the rest of his body. He gritted his teeth and sucked power impatiently from the poor horse and shivered as his skin tightened around growing muscles that burnt with pleasure. 

Already, the horse would have been hard to recognise. His face grew hollow and his fur started to turn grey, losing its rich blackness. Circles developed under his eyes and his lips began to look parched and wrinkled. He was still broad and tall, but his frame was no longer filled out with attractive meat and mass. His stomach was now flat, interrupted only by the red tail buried into its flesh, and was beginning to sink inwards. His penis had continued to contract, and now looked more like an adolescent’s plaything rather than the intimidating, lung-fucking rod it had been moments ago. 

Reaching down to pleasure himself, Dami found something new and deliciously appealing. His cock was fat and fleshy and dark. His sheath had extended into a wrinkly foreskin that stretched every second to accommodate his increasing masculine length. The head of his cock had flattened into a flare, and he grinned to himself as he rubbed around its bubbly circumference with his fingers. The pleasure coursing through his body from draining Andrew was more than enough to stimulate it to orgasm, but he wanted to feel and enjoy his new cock anyway, and he started giving it long and loving strokes.

In his grip, the horse had grown significantly lighter, to the point that holding him aloft was almost effortless. His body was now skeletal, with ribs exposed through saggy skin, a chest that resembled an ill old man’s saggy tits more than the pectoral muscles of a male in his prime, and limbs that resembled little more than hides of thinning grey fur draped over bones. His bulging balls had shrivelled until they could no longer be seen through his wrinkled ball skin and his cock appeared prepubescent. His emaciated face opened and closed its lips, but even when Dami softened his grip around the horse’s neck, nothing escaped other than a weak wheeze. 

Dami’s body, meanwhile, had increased its perfection. He was bigger, mightier, and better endowed than ever before, his fur a thick midnight black that had enveloped his tiger stripes but left his silver streaks untouched, his pecs so chunky it would have been hard to see past them down to his cock had it too not swollen to the incredible size of an equine’s. He could sense the bottom of Andrew’s cup with his straw of a tail and slurped down the rest of what he had to offer while rubbing his thick and fleshy meat.

At last, he released the horse from his grip, only so he could use both hands on his cock. The horse fell into a clutter of lanky limbs and bony body parts before flopping backwards atop the toilet, head resting backwards against the tank, hands and hooves dangling, his pelvis sinking inside the seat. He wheezed weakly with misery, and didn’t seem to have the strength to adjust himself or sit up. All of that strength belonged to Dami now. 

It was beautiful, almost scary, to see such a sexy and powerful male reduced to almost nothing. And it was enough to push Dami over the edge and beyond. He spread his legs wide as he pumped his huge greasy stallion cock with two big hands and released a tremendous groan that echoed out of the bathroom as his flare expanded and exploded with semen all over the crumpled horse in front of him. Multiple streams erupted from his flared tip at once, just like when the horse had pissed earlier, painting several parts of Andrew’s body simultaneously with thick white ropes of jizz and splattering against the wall behind him with audible wet [i]slaps[/i].

“Urrrghhhh I loooovee this dicccckkk”, Dami groaned, beating his dong senseless as his legs went weak and trembly, his head fell backwards, he closed his eyes, and he surfed the tidal wave of his orgasm. Roiling nuts the size of oranges thudded against the underside of his shaft as they tightened over and over, gushing with shotgun blasts of cum. His slippery cock throbbed so hard it almost escaped his sweaty, shaky grip, as he wasn’t used to having a cock so big and powerful yet. 

His tail finally worked its way free of the horse, finding little else for it to absorb, and it slithered back towards its owner. It moved up his stomach and caressed the abs it had claimed affectionately while Dami continued to cum. Eventually, the new stallion had nothing left, and he brought his head forward again with a relieved and heavy sigh. Limbs weak, he braced himself against the walls and repositioned his feet to steady himself. The echoes of hooves slapping against the piss-and-cum-covered tiles confused him for a moment before he realised they were his own. 

He caught his breath for a couple of minutes, an unbreakable smile plastered across his dark face. His red eyes made contact with Andrew, who was staring up at him, breathing weakly, but unable to speak or move. Rivers of warm jizz still poured down his face and fur, pooling in sunken hollows of his body.

At last, when Dami was ready to move again, all he had to say was, “I hope people make fun of you… when you come back to the gym to get fit again…”

He elected to leave the stall door closed so he had time to properly make an escape before Andrew was discovered. Rather than unlocking the door, he pulled himself up and launched himself over it, leaving it [i]occupied[/i]. He found his bathroom towel still lying on the floor and briefly considered picking it up to hide his tail, but honestly couldn’t be bothered. He wandered back through the locker room and into the showers to wash the cock fluids from his black fur, and didn’t bother himself with the curious glances some of the other males gave him when they saw his unusual tail in place of a typical horse’s.

He snatched up his belongings from his locker, and with a shrug to himself, decided to steal Andrew’s as well, even choosing to put some of the horse’s clothes on himself. If they didn’t fit Andrew before, they definitely didn’t fit him now. He couldn’t fit his fat horse dong into any of the underwear the equine had brought with him, so he gave up and let it snake freely down his leg to his knee inside a pair of tracksuit pants instead. The shirt he put on stretched around his chest but surrendered before it reached his belly button. That, he couldn’t do much about. Oh well, anyone who wanted a glimpse of his incredible body on the way out could feast their eyes.

He was just rounding the door out of the locker room when he bumped into something very round and soft. 

"Oh g-gosh! I'm so sorry. S-sorr… uh… guhhh…" a voice stuttered from pec-height, before drawing out and fading awkwardly. 

When Dami looked down he saw the same fat orange goat that Andrew had bullied earlier. To his credit, the chunky boy hadn't given up on his work-out. He was dripping with sweat and his blushing face had left a wet imprint on Dami's shirt. 

"Don't worry about it, cutestuff", Dami replied bubblily, knuckling one of the goat's chubby cheeks softly. "My bad". 

Only now did the rounder male manage to tear his slitty gaze away from Dami's body and look up at his face. His flushed face turned the colour of a late sunset, and it occurred to the demon that he was actually quite cute. 

And… he had a very, very fat ass. 

"No, it w-was… my…" the goat mumbled. 

Dami grinned, leant against the wall, and very casually scratched at his crotch where his tremendous snake of a cock was already beginning to engorge again. "What's your name?" 

Once the goat's eyes followed Dami's hands to fall upon that horse dick, they didn't budge. Instead, they widened so much his pupils almost looked circular. "Webster…" he droned. 

"Well, Webster", Dami said with an unseen smirk, "I just picked up something I really wanna take for a spin, and I think you might be able to help me".

"Yeah…?" 

He leant forward, placed his lips near the goat's ear, and whispered, "How about I cram this colossal cock up your colossal ass and blast your insides full of horse babies?" 

Webster dropped his belongings in the hallway right there and forgot about them. Dami led him through the locker room, into the bathroom, and into the stall right next to Andrew's withered body. In there, the faint sounds of the crying and wheezing horse right next to them were soon drowned out by the rapid slapping and clapping of broad black hips colliding with a giant jiggly tan ass, and the smack of heavy hanging nuts smacking against chubby thighs. Any efforts that Andrew made to call for help with flickering embers of energy were smothered by the wet squelching sounds of a sloppy horse cock plumbing the depths of the goat's guts, the helpless and ecstatic whimpers of the boy he had bullied, and the pleasured grunts and groans of the demon horse that had taken everything from him.