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Under the Stallion's Feet

For Rhajaro

By Draconicon

Shadolm had expected it to be easy, though not quite this easy. The sight of the Celestial wotter on his knees after only a few minutes of conversation told him that some of the legends of the young man were overblown, and that - perhaps - the little Celestial had been sent here to rid the other side of someone not yet worthy of their time. Powerful, yes, but without the experience and the mental fortitude to stand up to his opponents, power meant little. He chuckled. If such was the case, he was happy to pick the wotter up for himself.

The great black horse took another step forward, the shattered pieces of the holy barrier breaking under his feet as he stepped on them. The shards sent momentary bursts of pain through his soles, but they faded quickly. It was little to a demon lord of his power, particularly in his own summoned realm. He loomed over the broken wotter, and extended one hand, dark fingers lifting the furry chin until they were facing one another.

"You are no longer welcome here. Do you understand that?"

"I..."

Shadolm didn't have to peer deep to see the cracks in the smaller male's confidence. So much of it had been bound into his orders and his thoughts of holiness, of good. The demon horse shook his head. Such things were seldom useful in self-preservation.

"I suppose that you'll need to be put back together before you leave...but then again..."

A soft chuckle echoed through the darkness around the pair of them, the shadows that he'd pulled from Hell itself rippling with the sound. There was another option, of course, beyond simply banishing the Celestial wotter from his sight. Yes, and it would keep the young, naive enemy away from his son. Killing two birds with one stone.

He let go of the wotter's head, and pulled in the darkness to his feet. It formed a shadow under him, looking completely normal. Of course, there was little normal about a naked, eight foot tall demon with living fire for a mane and tail standing in the middle of a cracked street, but it was as normal as one might get around him. Shadolm gestured, the fires that were bound to him reaching out and surrounding the wotter in a circle of flame.

It finally got the smaller male to look up, shocked out of his silence. He jumped to his feet, trying to speak -

"Silence."

His fires rose up, crystallizing the earth beneath them until it was transparent, hard and smooth. The Celestial wavered, faltering as he tried to say something, and then went still once more. Shadolm nodded.

"All will be explained, below."

His shadow opened beneath the pair of them, and they fell.

The darkness swallowed them up, carrying them further and further into the depths of Hell as time ticked away. Shadolm stood with his feet on empty air, feeling the air whoosh by him and the heat of the realm below start to take hold. The wotter was shaking in front of him, obviously unused to this method of travel, but to his credit, he was holding himself together surprisingly well. No screams, no whimpers, no whines. Just a steady shiver that went up and down the hybrid's body.

He chuckled as he glanced down, the darkness giving way to red, and then to crimson stone. The great palaces of Hell and the royalty that ruled the majority of the nether realms could just be seen off in the distance, half-obscured by great obsidian mountains, but it was the realm beneath them that drew his eyes. After all, this was home.

Atop the lone hill in the middle of a valley sat his manor, a three story structure that overlooked all before it. Fields that were manned by demons and damned souls alike were tended by magical means, and in the far corner, between his home and the obsidian range, was a forest. Not of trees, but of roots that had been twisted to rise above the ground. He could see among them glimmering souls and intruding demons, and knew that they would need to be harvested later.

The ground came up quickly, and they shot straight through the roof of his manor, and then the second floor, all the way down to the basement. Shadolm didn't flinch at any point of impact, and instead stood still all the way until the end point. The rubble of four different layers lay strewn around him, red and pale yellow stone crushed into dust beneath his feet.

A simple thought summoned the demons bound to his realm, setting up repairs already. However, he modified the order slightly. The roof was to be repaired, and stretched to fit around the tube that now extended up to the surface realm.

The wotter panted hard inside of the crystal tube that ran up from him, the walls about him shifting in shape at the demon's gesture until it formed something of a cage in the bottom seven feet of it. Rhajaro, as the wotter was called, slowly looked out through the bars, his shivering finally coming to an end.

"What...what is this?"

"If a Celestial is to survive for long in Hell, they need a connection to the light, do they not?"

Shadolm turned his back on his captive, looking to the walls. Again, a thought shifted the layout of the house, bending the manor to his will as he dragged one wall from further off closer to him. It was there, and then it wasn't, and then it was there again, holding different tools than it had only a moment ago.

"How did...that's impossible!"

"A demon lord rules his realm as he chooses, Celestial," he said, examining a few whips and rods before dismissing them. He thought again, and the wall was exchanged with another. "I choose to exert myself in different ways."

"But you're manipulating reality here! Only your ruler has that power, I thought."

"I am ruled by no one."

The black horse demon turned, smiling out of the corner of his mouth at the wotter. Rhajaro stared at him, slowly shaking his head.

"Is it making sense to you now, little Celestial? You wished to fight to chase after my son. But do you realize just what you almost started a fight with?"

"You...you're the king of the Infernals?"

"King of them all? No."

Shadolm chuckled.

"I turned my back on them some time ago. I am a part of Hell, but my own part, rather than a land ruled by him. I merely know the tricks that he uses to manipulate that which he holds."

He proved it, too, as suddenly, Rhajaro was standing in front of him. The wotter almost fell over, losing his balance and having to lean against the horse's side. Feeling the light of a Celestial touching him directly left his skin smoking, and he had to force himself to keep up the smile through the discomfort that came with it.

However, it was short-lived. The wotter had to pull back, running a hand down his arm, calling on the power of his own people. Blue light blossomed from the smaller male's arm, and formed a shield. A weaker one than the one on the surface, and one that was already bending in from the sides.

"You don't have to do that, you know."

"If I don't, I'm going to be corrupted. I will not become one of you."

"I didn't bring you here for that purpose."

"Really? Why do I find something like that hard to believe?"

"Because, little wotter, you still don't believe me about anything."

He chuckled. He could no longer adjust the wotter's position, not when he was surrounded by a barrier, but he knew that there were other ways to begin his plan. The wotter's mind was wide open, no longer so protected by belief and faith as it had been. The old ways, the old beliefs were still there, but Shadolm knew that the Celestial would only last so long. The hunger he'd seen in Rhajaro's eyes, when the truth had been laid bare...

He will hunger for more than truth, by the time I am done with him.

Waiting for the barrier to bend further, he turned his attention to the wall once more. A rod of bamboo was simple enough to find, as was a small series of stones to do what he wanted. He thought of a comfortable chair that rested on the second floor of his mansion, and suddenly it was behind him. The stallion sat in it, his fiery mane slipping over the back of the chair like the edge of a throne, while his tail blazed over at the side.

Seeing the wotter struggle against the pure power of the corruption of his realm was enjoyable. It was clearly too powerful for the smaller Celestial to hold back for long, but he was giving it an honest try.

Even as he was tempted to just wait until the barrier broke of its own accord, Shadolm knew that it would only exhaust the wotter further. Shaking his head, he leaned back in his seat, and put his feet up. Large, powerful, and just as distracting for the wotter as it had been on the surface.

As soon as Rhajaro looked at them, he saw the first crack in the barrier. It spread upwards, and then downwards, as if the light itself was shivering. The demon horse chuckled to himself, curling his toes a few times.

"It might be helpful for you to hear what the terms of your imprisonment are, before you start trying to fight it."

"I am going to be a prisoner of a demon lord. There can't be terms that are good for that."

"You may find yourself surprised."

Shadolm reached down, stroking a finger along the underside of his foot. He had noticed just how much the wotter had been paying attention to them in the upper world, how the Celestial had been staring at the flaming footprints that he had left wherever he stepped. There was a fascination there, and one that he could play on.

Just as he expected, as he stroked the bottoms of his feet, the wotter started staring more and more, his eyes bugging out a bit. The demon took his finger away, placing the bamboo rod against the bottom of his foot and using it as a gentle scratcher. He had intentionally picked one that was the same size as what they would be on earth. For a human, or even the wotter, holding it in one hand would have required getting a good grip on it, much like with a teacher's pointer or a larger antennae.

In his hand, it looked almost like a toothpick in width, and it looked even smaller against the size of his sole.

The demon's smile grew as he watched the wotter's baggy pants tent a little ways, and he pulled the rod back. It didn't take long for the barrier to stabilize after that, but he knew that the seed had been planted. Now he just had to nurture it.

"Tell me, Rhajaro. When was the last time that you allowed yourself to be free of these restrictions?"

"Celestials are bound only by what we choose to be bound by. Our cause is holy, and -"

"And monotonous, and bound up in various mantras and speeches to enforce your own blind loyalty. Considering what you almost walked in on, what sin you almost committed, I imagine that you might want to re-think that."

He let that sit between them for a moment, letting the wotter's anger build and then die again. It was a predictable enough pattern. Truth, rage at the truth, acceptance. Celestials were predictable in that fashion. Once a truth was known, it couldn't be ignored or discarded unless it was provably false. More than one demon had used that to their advantage in the past; he just was the latest one to do it.

Shadolm turned the bamboo rod around in his fingers a few times, looking down at it and hmming softly to himself. He rolled it around, and then leaned it back against his shoulder.

"Do I have your attention, finally?"

"Yes."

"Good."

He was suddenly right before the barrier, his chair having darted in. The wotter tried to step back, but this time, there was a wall behind him, another thing blocking him from coming forward or moving back. Shadolm rested his feet against the barrier, feeling the heat coming off. For a mortal, it would have been like having their soles suspended directly above lit candles. Most unpleasant, and his feet sweated and hissed and sweated again as the holy light burned at them.

"I have a proposal for you," he said, keeping the pain out of his voice with some effort. "I will keep you here for as long as I may manage to keep you. Every month, you will be given a chance to fight your way free. If I am present, you will fight me, and I will place myself at a handicap for you. If I am not, then you will fight my designated champion to get free. If, at any point, you win, you will be allowed to leave."

"..."

"I see that this part of my proposal seems acceptable. Let's continue to the next part."

He pressed down on the barrier more firmly with one foot, drawing slightly on the power of his realm to sustain him as he pressed down harder. The barrier bent, flowing inwards rather than cracking, and he made a mental note of his admiration of the wotter for learning. No more stiff barriers, but more flexible ones. Harder to maintain, admittedly - and he could see from the sweat on the wotter's brow that he was working hard to keep it up - but harder to break.

"I have long held an interest in lessening my weakness to the Celestial presence. As you can see, my efforts have been met with..."

He gestured at his feet, both using them for examples and to keep the wotter staring at them. It succeeded, and the bulge in the wotter's pants grew ever larger.

"Middling success. I no longer burn in flames when I am confronted with your energy, but I still suffer pain. I believe, however, with a little of your help, I can rid myself of this weakness entirely. It will take time, but...I believe we both have plenty of that. I am immortal, and you are young. It won't take much of your life to finish this."

"...Why? Why me?"

"It was this, or I banished you from the city entirely. And besides..."

The demon horse smirked. He gathered his power, and kicked. The heel of his foot burst through the barrier, and the rest cracked open as so much of the support was removed. The wotter hit the ground, falling to his knees like a man exposed to vacuum without a suit. He slid forward further, pressing one foot to the back of the Celestial's head, driving him to the ground and holding him there under his massive sole. His foot, over twenty inches long, spread from one end of the wotter's head to the other, and it was wide enough to nearly cover it completely.

"I saw where you were looking on the surface world. My method of exposing myself to your power is one that you'll enjoy."

"Mmmph. Get off!"

"I will not. Not until I hear your acceptance."

"I swear, I will find a way to burn you. A Celestial does not have to accept this humiliation."

"Tell me."

He pushed down, rolling the wotter over with the pressure of his foot on the other's body. When the smaller male was on his back, he brought his other foot down, the sheer thickness of his sole hiding the wotter's bulge beneath it, smearing it slowly, grinding onto those stretched pants.

"Is it humiliation, truly, when you are getting exactly what you want?"

"You...this is corruption. This isn't what I truly want."

"Is it part of the Celestial way to lie to oneself?"

The wotter stared at him, and he shifted his other foot to the wotter's neck. He turned his foot on the heel, the end of his foot resting on the wotter's collarbone while his toes were stretched well over the smaller male's muzzle. A simple sniff, and he felt the bulge throb under his other foot.

"I know what you wanted. I saw your stares in the world above. Many would have stared at my bare sack, or further up at the drooping shaft that was slowly emerging. Some would have stared at my muscles, or at my chest, thinking of how that shelf of muscle would have felt against them. But you?

"You stared at my feet. You stared at a demon's soles, and you wondered. You wondered what it would be like to be kept under them. You wondered how it would feel to have them grinding your holiness out of you, pressing down so firmly against your cock and balls that they might as well be getting absorbed into my sole. You wondered, and you wanted."

Rhajaro shook his head, but it was too late. He could feel the twitching, the trembling of need in the small male's cock. He chuckled, and lifted his foot. The dark underside swelled with power, and he released a spell through it, magic pouring out of his sole and spreading in tentacle form. It ripped the crotch of the wotter's pants apart, allowing the cock within to spring out, and then withdrew back into him.

And what a shaft it was. Hardly huge, of course, but a respectable seven inches, perhaps a little longer. Thick enough for his size. But...completely tiny under the horse's sole. He brought his foot down again, and this time, he buried that cock under his foot.

Smiling, he rested his other foot firmly on the wotter's chest, ensuring that he'd stay in place for this part of their fun. Then, slowly, he dragged his foot up and down along the wotter's cock. His heel and his toes pressed down around the smaller Celestial's hips, keeping him pinned at the waist, keeping him from thrusting without the demon's permission. Slowly, ever so slowly, he dragged his foot back and forth, side to side, letting the wotter's cock tip pop out from under his arch and then get pulled back under again.

He knew that things would change over time, that he could use his power to summon the corruption of the realm directly from his soles. He could make them sweat, make them drip. He could make the undersides be utterly soaked in a corruptive oil that would warp the wotter's dick into a monstrous, larger, needier version of its former self. He could corrupt the Celestial from the cock outwards, using his feet and his magic, and turn him into a cock-slurping, demon-worshiping impish shell of his former self.

But he wouldn't. Not yet. That would remove the use that he had for the wotter, and until that use was accomplished, he was safe from ultimate corruption.

Left, right, left, right. He shuffled his foot from side to side, slowly teasing and milking the wotter's cock of its pre. It was hot, tingling, painful but exhilarating at the same time. Every little slide pressed that rod, hard as steel, against the bottom of his sole, reminding him of the wotter's ever-present need, and every time he moved his foot along, it was almost like a small massage.

He smiled, tapping his other foot along the wotter's chest.

"I could get used to this. A foot rest that massages as I tease it."

"Mmph...fuck..."

"A Celestial that can swear. Is that a corruptive influence, already?"

Rhajaro shut up, his lips clamped together, but only until the demon stroked a bit more firmly. Back, and forth, back, and forth. More and more pressure, more and more pleasure as he rubbed and teased.

"Its good for you, is it not? It feels right, to be underfoot, to indulge this."

"Mmmph...no...no..."

"You say that now. I will bet you five minutes on the surface that you will say 'yes, yes' within a week."

The Celestial was silent. Perhaps he didn't believe he could keep that protest up. In either case, it was time to end this.

He slid his other foot down from chest to cock, trapping the shaft between the two soles with ease. His feet were large enough that when they pressed together, no part of the wotter's cock showed, nothing stuck out between them. It was hot and painful and pleasurable all at once, and as he pressed his feet together tightly, the sweat upon them and the otter's pre squelched out of the gaps between the feet, making droplets that oozed up and over the tops of his feet. Rhajaro gasped with pleasure, moaning and whimpering.

It didn't take long. One stroke, two, and then the wotter was done. He moaned, gasping and then screaming in pleasure as he came. Shadolm hid the wince that came from him as his feet burned under the holy seed of the wotter, the Celestial's juices hissing as they hit his skin. It burned, it ached...

But he could take it. He could get used to it, and as it settled, and the hissing stopped, he felt something else. Strength, power. Physical power, that soaked in through his soles. He chuckled, looking down at his prisoner.

"You will be useful, indeed. Get back in your little cage, Celestial. Or should I call you...Yes, I shall call you that. Dispenser."

He gestured at the cage, and the wotter, fur darkening towards red in places, panted as he hurried into it. The light from the surface began reversing the process, but slowly. Shadolm had made it intentionally for that purpose, knowing that if the wotter wanted to escape, he would have to risk much.

The demon horse looked down at his soles. His black flesh was scarred red, but it was slowly fading, turning to black again as the corruption of his realm restored him, as well.

This will be most interesting...

The End