Confusion

You don't see any signs of where the voice is or who is talking. ''Who..what are you? Why did you do this? Revert this change!'' You call out as you slowly stand on your new hooves, looking down and seeing just how thick you actually are.

"Eh, well, no. See, you summoned me, and the only way you'd be able to go back is if I went back to hell, and believe it or not I'm not in a huge rush to do that." You could swear that the voice is almost mocking you, but there's a hint of fear and confusion in its tone. "I'd assume you knew what you were doing, after all you did read the incantation. Did you think Pentagrams were just a symbol? I made that book, you fool."

"As for who I am..." A wave of emotion washes over you, pure hate mixed with pride, and your vision clouds red. You see an ocean of skulls, and one form standing over them, tall and imposing. "I am the greater demon Gil'nalak, son to Drath'nalak, whose caverns you find yourself in. You should be proud that I considered you worthy enough to house my form, else you'd have been dead on the spot."

You can't help but feel a strange sense of pride with the voice's last words. ''Uhm... how is one... worth then?'' you ask tentatively. Also thinking about your desire to find the most expensive treasures and strongest relics, you ask the demon, "Since you're in my body, can you help me find the treasures I am here for?" At the same time, you're constantly looking out for a good path to look in this room.

The demon's voice grows louder, more angry, and a wave of fury washes over you. "You dare ask ME for help in robbing my own father's caverns? I may not be able to control this form, but I can certainly effect it, and it would be in your best interest to not make me angry." Each of the last words is emphasized, separate from the others, deliberately timed with your heartbeat. By the second, you realize why- with each word, your cock twitches upwards, slowly becoming fully erect, a small amount of precum dripping from the tip.

It's difficult to walk with an erection in the way, and even more distracting is the wave of arousal that washes over you. There's a pair of exits from the room, one leading back the way you came and one on the opposite side, but you're not sure how long you'd be able to walk before giving in to the arousal. You can't help but think about how inviting the marble benches look, a thought likely implanted by the demon.