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The Life of Windsire

Chapter 2: His Assignment

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By Draconicon

Two years to the day since his final lesson with Prince Girisha, Windsire was called to the palace proper. The half-demon horse received the message while he was in Hell, and even his demon side knew that it was important to take this meeting. They'd bid goodbye to their father, leaving the bedroom and the incubi that had been summoned for them, and beat a hasty retreat to the world above.

The portal faded around him as he stepped back into the training room, and to his surprise, both Girisha and the king himself, Suresha, stood before him. Even in his demon form, the horse fell to his knees, his head lowered as his mane and tail whipped about.

"Your Majesty."

"He's learned his manners well, certainly."

The old mongoose, in his sixties now, slowly walked around him. Unlike the others, King Suresha didn't wear robes, or long swathes of cloth that draped over his body. The head of the Mongoose Court instead wore a military uniform, black from head to toe, with red trim along the center button-line and gold along the wrists and ankles. The king circled him three times, and then stopped in front of him.

"Control yourself, Windsire."

He was trying, though with the power of Hell still coursing through him, it was hard to push the demon side back where it belonged. The other side groaned in annoyance, but accepted that it was not time to be outside, and slowly faded away. It slipped into the hidden depths of his mind, and the flaring mane and tail slowly flopped back down into normal hair. He panted softly as the heat of corruption faded from his shaft, and his muscles stopped popping out so strongly as they had.

When he finally felt in control of himself again, he lifted his head. The mongoose king looked down at him, his hands folded behind his back, and Windsire lowered his head again.

"I'm sorry...for coming to you in such a state."

"I don't ask for an apology for what you were bred for. Just your control of it when it matters."

"I am in control."

"I trust you in this."

The king turned his head to the side, and Windsire knew that there was an unspoken conversation between the monarch and his son. He didn't know what was expressed; the mongoose family seemed to know each other on a level that nobody else could understand, and with no one was it stronger than between the father and his children.

Eventually, the king continued.

"Today, you will meet my son, Prince Saunak. Thus far, he has been guarded by the palace soldiers, but he has reached a point where he needs a personal bodyguard. Particularly with his...proclivities."

"Sir?"

"You haven't heard of them?"

"No, sir. I am...not often informed of gossip."

At the silence, he glanced up, and saw that King Suresha was glaring slightly at Prince Girisha. The general chuckled, rubbing the back of his head.

"Well, it's only rumors, you know."

"When his tutor was forced to quit due to these 'rumors,' I give them more credence, I'm afraid. And with the state of his bodyguard..."

"Uh, good point, dad."

"Then please, educate your charge."

The king stepped to the back of the circular room, standing by the door. Confused, Windsire turned to his teacher, and the mongoose general sighed.

"My little brother is...an early start, let's say. He, uh, heh. He snuck into a 'party' that one of my other brothers was throwing, and found out how much he likes guys."

"...And he is how old?"

"Fourteen."

"..."

"Heh, like I said, an early start."

"Should I be concerned about him being 'interested' in me, that way?"

"Well, considering what you're showing off between your legs right now?"

Despite himself, he blushed. He'd almost forgotten he'd come running from the bed of a trio of incubi, all looking for fun. His cock had gone soft during the whole exercise of controlling himself, but he doubted that it had been hard to miss when he was kneeling there. He lowered his head further as Girisha chuckled.

"It'll be part of the job, I'm afraid. He's going to be a lot worse than anyone you've seen so far, but I think you can handle him."

"I will not be molesting my charge."

Speak for yourself. If he wants it -

He's. A. Kid.

Okay, when he grows up and he wants it.

Still not happening.

"I don't think you would be, but dad's right. You should know about what you're getting into before you start."

"What, if I may ask, were the rumors that forced his tutor to quit?"

"Well, if you can believe all of them -"

"You can," the king said from the door.

"Geez, eager guy. Well, from what I heard, it sounds like my brother managed to blackmail his tutor, a rhino of the Old Blood, into face-fucking him daily and was being worked up to be a living dildo."

"...I find that hard to believe of someone of royal blood."

"You'll see, I guess."

"First, however," the king interrupted. "You will be 'blessed' to ensure that you will not act on any temptation."

Oh, COME ON!

The demon growled in the back of his head, but Windsire nodded enthusiastically. Anything to keep this from exploding into something more embarrassing than it already was would be fine with him. He stood up, following Girisha to the door, and they left the training room behind.

As usual, they walked out onto the palace grounds, though this was the first time that he had walked it naked. Windsire managed to keep from blushing, though it was a hard thing with the eyes of some of the patrolling soldiers upon him. He kept his face forward, willing his cock to keep going down. The little fire marks along his groin had mostly faded, but he could still feel a few of them burning along his crotch, attracting his attention and holding it for a few seconds before he put it out of his head.

The grounds of the palace were extensive, and his training room was nearly on the outskirts of it. They walked through stone gardens near Girisha's tower, on the south side of the grounds, before reaching the palace itself. He looked up, following the narrowing line of the Spire to the private chamber of the king at the very top, and then looked down again at the palace itself, enclosed within tall, circular walls that wove in and out to look like a wave rising up over the rest of the city.

Girisha took them to a side door, where they were greeted by a dozen elephant guards. Both the king and the prince were searched, requiring passwords to enter their own palace, while he was brought off to the side and held under sword-point by two elephants while the rest searched him. One even slid a finger up his ass, checking for contraband, and others poked and prodded him, almost like they were trying to get the demon inside of him agitated.

It almost worked, too, as he felt the flare of the other personality's rage. Windsire kept his face neutral as he warned his other half off.

Quiet. Don't get angry at them now.

They stuck a finger up my ASS!

Our ass. It's not comfortable to me, either.

We're here to guard someone that they need protected. We wouldn't even exist without their wishes on the matter. They can trust us.

They can trust me. I don't know if they can trust you.

Not if they keep going like this, they can't.

He winced slightly as the guards pulled back, but not from anything they were doing. It was more in sympathy for his other side. Much as he didn't like the urges of the demon, he had a point. The more that he and his other half were treated like this, the harder it was to remember why they were here, and what good things that the Court had done for them in the past.

Just...hold on. We'll get something better when we prove ourselves.

Yeah, you keep telling yourself that.

The demon settled in the back of Windsire's head, going quiet for the moment as the guards swept him through the side door. They were in one of the side courtyards, a private place within the palace exposed to the sky. He thought, for a moment, this was where he was to meet the prince.

Then he saw the priests.

With flapping white swathes of silk and white-gold medallions, the priests of the sun were gathered around a circle. Windsire fought the urge to run, and was only somewhat calmed by the appearance of Prince Surya. Bright-eyed and clothed like the other priests, he darted over with a smile.

"Windsire, it's been some time."

"Highness...what is going on?"

"I'm here to help, as is my church."

"Help with...what?"

"You are going to meet my brother, and with the temptations that he can offer...well, we want to make sure that your demon side doesn't start taking him up on that stuff."

Oh, sure, assume that I'm gonna fuck him just because I'm a demon.

That's EXACTLY what you were going to do.

Not because I'm a demon, though. Just because he's a slut.

He forced the demon down again, particularly wanting to avoid springing wood in front of the priests. The half-demon looked down at Surya, trying to nod in understanding, and just managing a nod.

"What does this involve?"

"Nothing extensive. We'll just be...well, you'll see."

"...Highness, please. As a favor to me?"

"Do you really wish to know?"

"It would help."

Surya rubbed the back of his head.

"Light help you see this properly..." The mongoose shook his head. "We are going to be laying blessing magic on you, slowly pushing the demon down, and then wrapping a device around your genitals so that the prince, and you, won't be tempted by what you have on display."

"..."

You are going to put a fucking chastity cage on me?! Windsire, I swear, if you let them do this, I am going to find some way to make you miserable for the next month. If you let them cage our dick, if you put it in there, I swear, you are going to wake up with your hand inside of your own ass, or, or...SOMETHING! I'll think of something!

"Please, put it on as soon as possible."

FUCK YOU!

The demon raged away in the back of his head, but for the first time in some time, Windsire didn't much care. The thought that he'd gotten a little revenge for all the depravity that the demon half had put him through in Hell was all that he needed. He stepped forward, making his way into the center of the ritual circle, and slowly took a deep breath as he felt the rather uncomfortable tingle of the holy magic around him.

"This will only take a few minutes, Windsire. Bear with us, please."

He nodded at Prince Surya, taking a few deep breaths of his own. The demon side of him was in agony already, feeling all the pain that came with standing in the middle of a holy symbol and dealing with all the light that was trying to burn him away. He forced himself to sit down, his legs folded and his feet upturned, and closed his eyes as the priests of light started chanting.

_They're the best of the churches, but they're still a church,_he thought to himself, trying to close out the screaming in the back of his head as the 'blessings' started to rain down. The demon in him screamed in pain, and even he didn't feel very good about the way that it scalded at his heart and soul as it filled him. The taint of Hell was through them both, making it impossible to feel the calm, soothing sensation that others claimed to feel within the light.

It's better than the Church of the Soul, or the High Hallers, he reminded himself, thinking of the extremist churches on the edges of the city, the ones that had threatened to have his other half exorcised. Such a thing would have serious risks of killing him, with insanity all but guaranteed if he lived through it. Much as he hated his other half, at times, there was no chance to get rid of them and maintain his own quality of life.

So he sat there, enduring the discomfort as his other personality suffered the pain, and after a few moments, he reached out a mental hand to the other. The demon grabbed it, screaming in his metaphorical face in his head, but they squeezed hands as tightly as they could, sharing the pain and the feeling of being burned alive.

The blessings rained down for another few minutes before finally coming to a stop, with the priests disbanding. The soft, white light from above faded, but a heavier, stronger blue light from below burned around his legs. He stood up, only to be held pinned by it.

"What's going on?"

"They...want to ensure my safety," Surya said as he stepped forward.

In his hands was the cage, a specially modified thing to fit around a horse sheath. Windsire looked it over, saw the steel binds that would wrap around the end of his sheath and keep his shaft from being able to leave it. It was like a little cap with a hole in it, allowing for the release of...other things...while not allowing him to get hard. It was equipped with thick leather that were reinforced with metal wire, which would wrap down and under his balls, and around his hips, becoming almost like a supporting strap that the athletes wore, save that it would leave his sack out in the open, and his sheath uncovered.

With a deep breath to calm himself and brace against the discomfort, Windsire spread his legs a little way and nodded.

Prince Surya, to his credit, was quick with the application. He pushed the little metal plate into the top of the horse's sheath and locked it in place, and then wrapped the straps around just as fast. They were locked in place at the back with some sort of enchantment, he realized, something that would keep the strap on for as long as it was required. The demon side reached back, feeling at it with its own power, and was immediately scalded back.

Damn holy work...

How bad?

Really strong. There's no way I could break this from inside. Maybe if I was in charge of the body, but that'd be pushing it, and it would hurt. A lot.

He nodded. It was something worth knowing, even if it was moderately terrifying at the same time. His shaft was now under the control of the royal family, and possibly the priesthood. They wouldn't be letting him out unless they were sure that he wasn't a danger to his charge.

Well, you're not.

Thank you.

Shifting from side to side as the mongoose's hands wrapped the leather straps behind his balls, Windsire felt his shaft starting to throb. It pushed upwards, hit the plate, and kept trying to push. Even as the pressure built up, he knew that there was no chance that it was going to get out, but it was continuing to try, regardless, working to get itself free.

It only stopped when the pressure built to a painful level, his cock refusing to give up until it was almost at the point of snapping itself in two under its own size. He panted and gasped as it finally stopped, going soft again as the light began to fade away from beneath him.

Prince Surya patted his arm, and he reached up and grabbed the prince's hand. He squeezed it, and the priest prince nodded in apology.

As the priests packed up, getting ready to leave, Girisha and the king returned. He expected the king to make some sort of comment, but instead, the old mongoose shook his head.

"I regret doing this to you. But I know the thoughts of demons. I can't risk my son."

"Why?"

"He's my son."

"No, why can't you risk this one?"

The mongoose king looked at him with his head cocked to the side. Windsire knew that it was a slight warning to drop the topic, but despite himself, his curiosity pushed him on.

"You're more worried about him than you were about any of your other sons meeting me. Even after I grew stronger, you allowed me contact with Surya; he's younger than me, and you were fine with that. I was allowed to speak with Nanda, and Manu, who has no powers at all. Why are you worried about...this one?"

"...You are more perceptive than I expected, Windsire. I approve."

King Suresha smiled slightly, then shook his head.

"It is a state secret, I'm afraid, but there may come a time when I can explain. Or perhaps Saunak will tell you himself. Regardless, it is time for the two of you to meet."

"And then I will become his bodyguard?"

"If the two of you match up."

Are you telling me that I just went through all that shit, and I might not even get the job? Are you fucking kidding me?

For once, I agree with you.

But there was nothing that could be said or done to slow this down now. The royal mongooses were walking away, and he needed to follow. The feeling of steel pressing down on his shaft was something that he had never expected to feel, and it was starting to get to him as he walked along. He bit his lip here and there as his cock tried to get hard again, his body not learning from the fact that the steel plate wasn't moving. The leather straps pushed his balls forward, too, making them bounce and roll with each step more prominently, and he groaned every time that he felt it.

They walked through the halls of the palace, the walls lined with old statues and strange architecture. He hadn't been in the halls since he had been adopted into the family, but he remembered the layout. A great circle that was divided into rings, each one rising and falling, though none of the falling ones reaching the same depression as the outer ring, until one reached the throne room at the center. The royal domiciles were out of the palace, but the meeting rooms were in it, in the fourth ring from the center.

They turned off there, after the stairs, and made their way along the ring. Palace servants cocked their eyebrows up at the sight of him walking by, and he convinced himself it was because he was naked rather than because of the red color of his hide and the demonic heritage that it signified. They hurried on quickly after looking at him, never bothering to stick around for long.

Soon, they came to a stop. It was one of the larger meeting rooms, as he remembered, but neither Girisha or the king bothered to open the door. Instead, they turned to look at him, with the prince smiling.

"Alright, go get him."

"Get him?"

"This is your chance. Let's see what you can do."

Feeling like he was missing something, Windsire nevertheless did what he was told, opening the door and stepping inside. He heard the click of something locking behind him, and realized that this was going to be his final test.

The room was empty of furniture, he realized. No chairs, no tables, nothing but the stone walls around him. He started to turn to look at the walls, only to see a small blur out of the corner of his eyes. He reacted instantly, fire whirling around his middle and sending him up towards the ceiling for an opportunity to attack. His hand was already pulling back when he saw the size of his 'attacker,' and he stopped himself. The fire faded, and he landed on the ground, kneeling before the teenager.

"Prince Saunak."

"Heh, you're quick. A lot quicker than my teacher was, for sure."

Faster than I needed to be, too, if that's all you have, he thought. The blur had been quick, but not nearly as fast as some of the demons that he'd fought with his father, nor as quick as Girisha was on his best days. He remembered how powerful the older mongoose was, and how much it had hurt when he'd been hit with the lightning punches that the general had unleashed.

Compared to that, the wind-speed that this prince used was nothing.

"May I stand, your highness?"

"Well, it'd let me get a good look at what you're offering. Sure."

The stallion did as he was told, hardly believing what he was hearing. Fourteen years old was too young for a prince to be saying such things, but at the same time, the rumors had warned him. He looked down at the smaller mongoose, and bit back a gasp as the teenage prince grabbed for his balls.

He wants it. Fucking hell, the little guy wants it bad, the demon half said, and he agreed. The smaller hand rubbed around on his sack, lifting and lowering it a few times, before looking further up. At the sight of the steel plate, Prince Saunak groaned.

"Oh, please. They're doing this again? I am a prince, you know. I am allowed the pleasures of life."

"They believe that you wouldn't be safe if I had that off."

"I could get it off of you."

"I doubt that. Your brother, Prince Surya, put it on himself."

"Oh, that's just holy nonsense. I can cut that off with ease."

The prince demonstrated, holding up a finger and snapping it a few times. On the fourth, a burst of flame came shooting free, and the stallion blinked.

Wind and fire?

He had to stop the prince from reaching down to the leather straps, though. It was a quick move, but he was quicker. Windsire shook his head, gently pulling the prince back from him, even as Saunak squirmed and grumbled.

"What's wrong with you? I thought big guys liked having little holes to shove things into."

"I'm not here for you to play with. I'm here to protect you."

"Then protect me from being horny. Or do I have to start..."

The prince paused, holding up a finger. He walked over to the door and pressed his head against the side. Almost as soon as he did, he started rolling his eyes, and wrote in the air with the fire crackling on his finger.

They're listening to us on the other side. Oh, for the love of...they're not going to give me you without a show, are they?

Windsire blinked again. Prince Saunak seemed to be someone that had a number of different skills, if he was aware of all this at once. He slowly nodded, and the prince wrote something else.

They want someone that's strong enough to keep up with me, and someone loyal enough to the family to keep me out of trouble. So, they got the last part...let's see if you're good enough for the first.

The prince wanted to spar? The half-demon's eyebrows went up. For as much trouble and mischief as the prince seemed capable of, he doubted that it would be something that would get that serious. After all, the smaller mongoose was slow, and he hadn't been training the way that he had been. This would be over -

Saunak twisted his foot and stomped, and suddenly a series of rocks came flying out of the ground. They went flying at him with all the speed and power of cannonballs, and one caught him right in the stomach with the force of one of Girisha's heavier punches. The others, he was able to block, punching them off to the sides as he recovered, but he was still sucking for air as he went sliding back a few paces.

Earth, too? What in the world...

Suddenly, the prince was right up in his face, the barefooted dancer swinging his feet out in fiery, spinning kicks. Windsire brought his hands up out of reflex, blocking the hot blows - they were hot, rather than hard - but the positioning only allowed the prince to dangle down, a mistake in and of itself.

He gasped in shock as the prince licked his balls, letting go of the teenager. No sooner had he let go than the air around him spun, sucking away the oxygen from around his head. Saunak was spinning his finger as he spun in place, and the air followed him.

Dancing...elements, Windsire thought, holding his breath as he felt the air thin around his head.

Geez, this prince has style. No wonder they were looking for a demon to keep watch over him. Most others couldn't keep up.

Can't...hold back now...

Knowing from Girisha's training that the prince's power required the ability to move, he took steps to neutralize it. Fire was useless, but darkness...that was something else. He reached out for the demon half, extending his 'hand' for the power on the other side. The demon supplied it, and an explosion of blackness expanded out from under his feet. All light went out, and the room went dark.

Can't summon more of his light without giving me air back. Fire can't burn without air, he thought.

The air returned, and with it came balls of fire from a jauntily dancing prince. Saunak flung them hard and fast, but each one just bounced off of him, nowhere near as strong as the power of Hell that he felt on a daily basis.

He lunged forward, the power of his demon self lending him speed beyond the potential of mortals. Slamming into the prince and carrying him across the room, they landed hard against the wall, with his back against it and the prince pinned against his chest, facing away. He wrapped his arms tightly around the stubborn little royal, squeezing him so that he couldn't move his arms.

But that left something else that could move.

"Will you stop, please?"

The prince chuckled, continuing to grind his ass backwards against the stallion's plate-covered sheath. Saunak's feet were pressed solidly against his thighs, balancing himself there and slowly rolling his hips, grinding and thrusting and nudging against the horse's cock. It throbbed, trying to grow, but failed to push free.

Do you still want to fuck this guy?

With this much insistence? I'm really not sure. I've seen demon-warped sluts with more subtlety than this guy.

I vote we keep our dick out of the slut.

Agreed...for now.

Shaking his head in annoyance, Windsire shifted his weight to turn the prince around, but no sooner had he done so than the little guy kicked him in the sides of the knees. It was the perfect hit, and he fell forward, the prince squirming out from under him with a chuckle.

"Not bad, not bad, but you're not getting me that easy! If you're going to be my guard, you're going to have to be better than that."

"I assure you, your highness."

He turned, feeling one eye going yellow, and then orange before he was able to get hold on the demon.

"I assure you. I am."

"Then show me."

The prince spun around, and from nowhere a spiral of water appeared around him, spinning with the speed of a tornado. Windsire pulled himself to his feet, shaking his head a few times as the prince formed tendrils of the water, slowly swaying around.

"You are entirely too perverted for someone your age."

"What can I say? I had a good first time."

"And doubtless second, third, fourth, and fifth."

"And so on. But come on, don't you want to try it out? If you get to be my bodyguard, could be yours, anytime."

"You need help, and not the sort that I can give."

Observing the patterns of the water, he could see a slight gap. Not much of one, but enough for what he needed. He darted forward, jumping over one tendril and avoiding another that tried to impale his ass. A third slipped between his legs, almost skimming his sack, and a fourth tried to thrust him down against the floor by attacking his head.

Poof, poof, poof he went, disappearing between them, using the darkness he had summoned and the shadows that were left to pop between until he was right in front of the prince. He pulled his arm back and punched into the gap in the water spiral, landing a blow right in Prince Saunak's ribs.

The teen went flying backwards, landing hard on the ground. As soon as he stopped moving, the water collapsed into puddles. Windsire wasted no time, darting forward and sitting on the mongoose's back, pulling his arms and legs together and holding them tight. No way was he allowing that sort of thing to get started again.

The door finally opened, and the king and the general stepped inside. Girisha chuckled, clapping his hands, while the king sighed.

"I see I was right to cage you, but not because of your needs. My son has...many issues."

"He needs help, yes," Windsire agreed.

Hell, not even my sort of help, his demon side thought.

"We are considering ways of working on that. For now, however, it seems clear that you are what we wanted when it comes to Prince Saunak."

"Thanks a lot, father..."

"You did start this, son."

"The fight? Yes. Everything else, no. Can I stop having my face shoved into the floor now?"

The stallion glanced at the king for permission, and received it. He pulled his hand back, and stepped up and off of the prince. Saunak jumped to his feet rather than standing, and rubbed his face.

"Ugh...So, is the big guy my new bodyguard?"

"Yes, son. He is."

"Good, now just to cut off the -"

"That stays on, unless he's off-duty and someone else is taking care of you."

"...Hey, Windsire, you want your first break?"

The stallion slowly shook his head, and the young prince sighed.

"It was worth a shot. Come on, let me show you where you're staying."

He nodded, following behind the smaller mongoose. Hesitating at the door, he glanced back at his old trainer and the king. The pair of them expressed sympathetic smiles on his behalf, but that was all he got. Shaking his head, he followed after his charge, knowing that this was going to be the beginning of something well-beyond normal.

"Oh, by the way, royal order. You are never wearing anything more than a loincloth around me."

Little snot, his demon half thought.

"Yes, your highness," he said.

The End