I woke up and was surprised to find I'd slept on the sofa.
For a moment, I couldn't remember why. Then the events of last night came back to me.
Everything was hazy in my memory and I was quick to decide that having a demon intrude into your apartment, temporarily mould your nose into a pig snout and steal your cock when you ask him to leave could only be a dream. I had been drinking last night.
Tentatively, I reached into my boxers. I found nothing there and the true horror hit me again. The Imp, Runt or whatever he was called, was still asleep in my bed.
I peeked into the room and say him splayed over my mattress. He wasn't under the sheets, but then I suppose when you spend all your time naked you get pretty thick skin.
Even without my cock, his voodoo still worked on me and I desperately wanted to jerk off. I found myself rubbing my smooth groin in the hope of feeling something. But no, I'd been neutered good and proper.
All I wanted was my own, perfectly normal cock back. He said he'd give me it back when he left. But when would that be? And could he be trusted? Was there surgery for this sort of thing?
I did my best to keep occupied and get my mind off things. But it really didn't help that all my clothes were in my bedroom, where the last person I wanted to see was snoring. So I turned up the heating and was forced to sit about in my underwear. And it was really hard to stop my eyes wandering down to the disturbingly flat area.
I managed to find a spare pair of socks between to sofa cushions, so I balled them up and pushed them into my boxers. But it was no use, I could still feel that it was missing. I threw my arms up in exasperation.
Two, soft hands began to massage my shoulders in comfort. "Wha's the matter, babe?" Runt asked.
"It's no use," I sighed, "I can't even just sit here without it"
Runt tutted and his hands moved down my body. Dimly, I wondered if I should be repulsed but it just felt too good.
"I wish you could jerk me off," I told him, sincerely.
"Really," he smiled as he hopped onto the sofa and began massaging my feet, "I think tha' sounds good"
"If only I had my cock," I lamented, "We could fuck then"
I watched his hands work on my feet. It took me a few moments to realise that they weren't feet any more. They were hooves!
I jumped off the sofa but couldn't balance with my new feet. I fell over, kicking furiously to get the hooves off me.
"What the fuck!?" I yelled.
"You seemed to be enjoyin' it," Runt reasoned.
"That's 'cause of your magic!" I shouted, "I'm not a homo!"
"'Cept when you're with me"
"Just-!" I flustered, "Just stop changing me! I'm happy the way I am"
"Yeah, I know that now," He sighed, as if this was a tremendous inconvenience to him, "But I figured out another way I can make sure you won't turn me in"
"Only if I get my cock back," I interrupted quickly.
"Oh, sure," He nodded, "Tha's the whole point"
I eyed him suspiciously. "What is it?"
"Well," he grinned, "I'm a fugitive, right? So I gotta clear my name. I made some calls and found out an old and powerful friend of mine is throwin' a party tonight. I can call in a favour but I need a guest"
"You want to bring me?" I blinked, "Why?"
"Jus' the way it works," He shrugged, "I need to make a good impression. For that I need a date and you're the only person I know"
"Wait a minute," I pointed an accusatory finger at him, "You said guest before. I'm not gonna pretend to be your boyfriend!"
"Honey," he sassed, "You just told me you wanted to fuck me. You can't say you're not the slightest bit interested"
I bit my tongue for a moment. It had been nice on the sofa, with the massage. And I hadn't had any for nearly a year now. If I just gave in, perhaps it'd be a good night. And I'd have my cock back and then he'd be gone.
"Or if it's 'cause you don't want to be gay, I can make you a woman," He reasoned, "Makes no difference to me"
"Hey!" I spat, "No more changes"
"Part of the deal, I'm afraid," He told me, "This is a party for Demons and Mysticals only. No humans allowed. You're gonna have to be changed into somethin'"
As my expression changed into horror, he quickly added, "For one night only. Just one night then I'll change you back and be on my way"
I considered this.
"I get to choose?" I asked.
"Of course," He smiled, "Them hooves you got are faun hooves, 'cause I got a soft spot for fauns. But if you'd prefer, you c'n be an Imp, like me. That's mess free. Or, if you want somethin' a bit kinky, a centaur'd be super impressive"
I thought carefully.