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Demonic Supremacy For DrakeHavok By Draconicon

Jayanta seldom had the opportunity to come out so fully, particularly in public. Usually, Windsire kept him suppressed, holding him down, keeping him to the background unless they were in the middle of a more serious than usual fight, leaving the demon side of the stallion little more than a voice in the back of their shared head. However, due to a more strenuous than usual training session that Windsire had gone through, the demon side was in full authority over their body, and that meant that he had the chance to have some fun.

The red-furred horse walked down the streets of a foreign city, taking in the views of the skyscrapers around him and the metal and glass structures that loomed over the streets. The prince that Windsire was supposed to be guarding was off on one of his little adventures, causing his own sort of trouble. The pair of them would be in trouble later for not staying together, he was sure, but did that matter at the moment? Not really.

The barefoot horse was attracting plenty of attention in his own right, of course, and why not? The demon stallion had plenty to show off, from his well-trained muscles right down to the bulge in his loincloth as he walked down the street. His mane and tail flared like black smoke, flickering with a life of their own behind his head and rump, making it clear that he wasn't a normal sort of person.

Nobody stopped him, nor did the cops that occasionally glanced his way get in his way. After all, he hadn't caused any trouble - yet - and they were more bound by the law here than they were back in Aparajita.

The stallion continued walking along the sidewalk, his feet making hissing sounds as they hit the pavement, the powerful fire of a demon burning through his skin and searing away any of the moisture that had been left by the earlier rain. He grinned every time that he felt his soles searing a mark onto the pavement, temporary or not, knowing that this demon, at least, was leaving a mark on the city for a while.

But all that was secondary.

What he wanted, what he was out and about for in the first place, was to find someone to enjoy. He had never had the chance to get that prince under him, never would if Windsire had anything to say about it, and that meant that he needed his own toys for his fun. Particularly with things a bit rocky with him and his current lover back in the city.

He put that out of his head. He was somewhere different, in a foreign land where nobody knew who he was or what he could do. There were no priests around to shove him back into the rear of his own skull, no possibilities of the royal family showing up and causing him problems. For once, he could do literally anything that he wanted.

The demon horse kept walking down the street, eventually turning towards a cluster of people waiting outside of a fenced-in area. A pool, he realized, something that surprised him considering the rain earlier, but he supposed that it had gotten warm enough to be worth going. He leaned against the post at the street corner, waiting for the lights to change as he looked over all the people in swimwear.

There were a number of very arousing people there, male and female, and the tight costumes that they wore definitely appealed to him. However, there were not so many that would hold his attention for long, despite their skimpy attire, and he was about to turn and move on until he saw a dragon.

Not a tall dragon, of course, nor one of the mightier examples of the species that he had seen in his past, but a dragon all the same. Jayanta's eyes, black and red, flicked up and down the white-scaled male that was just getting out of the pool, taking in every detail.

He was wearing a black speedo, one that was wet and shiny enough to look no different than latex, and it cupped a crotch that looked like it'd be rather fun to arouse. Making the white dragon walk around with a boner that wouldn't die was an amusing thought, though not one that he imagined he'd be able to do as quickly as he liked.

As the dragon turned, bending over to grab a towel, the demon horse licked his lips. The dragon definitely possessed a fine enough ass, tight enough with muscle to look good and taut, but with enough size to it that it would give him something to grab onto during the fuck that they were going to have.

And what a fuck they were going to have. His cock was already stirring from its sheath, pushing out and making a bump in his loincloth, and the air around him shimmered with the power of the corruption that he was already pushing out. The other mortals that stood at his side at the crossing were starting to pant, to shiver and shake from the power in the air, and most of them were starting to stain their pants with their juices.

The light changed, and the horse crossed quickly, taking three fast, leaping steps across traffic. He was a blur as he exposed his powers, but he barely noticed, barely cared. He had seen something that he wanted, and he was going to take it.

He pushed through the line of people to reach the pay-counter, and then bypassed it. Someone shouted after him that he had to pay, but Jayanta paid no heed to that. He was wanted - required - in the locker rooms at that moment, and he wasn't going to slow down because some petty clerk was trying to get him to pay a meager little fee.

As he pushed the door open, a number of people turned to see who had just stepped inside. All men, of course, and all of them grunting as they were hit by the waves of pulsing corruption that were coming off of him. The energy was getting thicker and stronger the hornier that he got, and as his horse-cock continued to rise, pushing at the base of his loincloth and lifting it up like a draping ornament, the corruptive power pushed out all the more powerfully.

He walked down the aisles of lockers, feeling and seeing boners popping out of sheaths, rising from between people's legs. Their owners gasped, grunted, groped at themselves, at first trying to push their cocks back down, then grabbing at them and pulling on them, panting and moaning from the sudden stimulation.

Dragon...where is the dragon?

There were few enough dragons that seemed vulnerable to a demon in this day and age. They mostly came from other places, other realms, where they were the top species and where they could run things. Most of them had a resistance, at least of a sort, to demonic corruption.

But he had felt none of that when looking at this white dragon. This one would be a prize.

This one would be a corrupted trophy.

As he passed by those that soaked up his corruption like a sponge, he could almost feel the slight blank spot in the locker room. The one that was still in the showers, coming through them, getting ready to change into his clothes again. That was the dragon. That was his target.

Jayanta felt something stirring in the back of his head, a little resistance from the good side of his personality. He pushed Windsire back down, making sure that the normal, mortal stallion was completely out of it for this part. He wanted to take this dragon, and his other half wouldn't let him.

Not that he'd get the chance.

The demon horse entered the showers, and immediately, every male in the room popped a boner, their eyes going wide, their holes twitching. Half of them slumped against the wall right off the bat, grabbing at their asses, some of them going so far as to finger themselves under the flows of hot water. He chuckled to himself, shaking his head at the show, but his eyes were fixed on the entryway on the far end of the shower, waiting for -

There he was. The white dragon walked in, and instantly seemed to know what was going on. His eyes, a soft, light blue, flicked about before fixing on the horse, and his mouth dropped.

"Oh god...you're a demon, aren't you?"

"Perceptive little dragon, heh. I imagine that you know what we're going to do, then."

Jayanta took a step forward, letting his demonic aura really push out from him. The normal mortals along the walls slumped down, some of them frantically pumping cocks that were growing bigger by the second, while others were starting to shove three, four fingers up their asses in a desperate attempt to scratch an itch that they had never had before.

Even the dragon wasn't immune, forced back a step as his cock twitched in his speedo, pushing forward a little bit and rising up a little from the power of the demon. He held one hand over his face, his breath coming a bit faster.

"Nnngh...You...you really don't...want to do this."

"Oh, but I do. I haven't had a dragon to play with in far too long. Do you know what it feels like for a demon to have a dragon, hmm?"

He chuckled as he took another step forward, each step stirring up a wave of steam as his hot soles burned through the water on the floor, each step adding to the corruptive power and the sweaty musk in the air.

"Do you know what sort of mark that gives a demon, what sort of pride that gives us? We have conquered some of the mightiest species in the universe. It means that we're at the top of our game."

"No, I mean. You really, really don't want to - Nnngh!"

The white dragon grabbed the side of his head, groaning under his breath.

"Fuck...now you...now you've done it."

"Heh, done what? Given you a reminder of just how powerful demons are?"

"Like I need one. I'm part demon, too!"

"...What?"

The horse paused, three steps away from the white dragon. His target pulled his hand down from his face, showing an eye that had already changed, one that had gone black where it had been white, the pupil turning white where it had been black, and that blue going completely orange, glowing with a different sort of light.

Oh. Well...that changes things.

Jayanta shook his head, allowing his aura to come out fully, as one would do for another demon. The pressure on the dragon's body forced the change to happen quickly, though it was more minor than he expected.

Rather than clothes ripping and flesh changing, rather than scales going a bright red and body turning big and thick, the changes were relatively minor. The scales remained the same white color, though they seemed slightly firmer to the horse's eye, almost more armored. The other eye changed color just as the first had, and the dragon's horns started to curl, pulling down and around his head rather than pushing up and back. They coiled into circles, looking like ram's horns.

Or buns, he supposed. That was another way of looking at it.

The more that the dragon changed, the more that his pose did, too, shifting from looking rather ill-at-ease to being more confident, more cocky. The demon dragon looked back at him, smirking as he held up one hand.

"Heh, I suppose that we should have introductions, then."

"Yes, I suppose we should," Jayanta said, unable to keep a note of pettiness out of his voice. "You could have told me that you were possessing him. I hate poaching on another demon's territory."

"You think that I'm possessing him? How cute."

They shook hands, and their demonic auras shot up around them. To the naked eye, nothing had happened, but to theirs, it was like a rush of black-colored energy had shot out from the demon dragon, and a rush of red energy had come out from around the horse. It flared up in upside-down cones centered around their feet, shooting up towards the ceiling and then falling down around the mortals around them.

The changes that had already occurred were nothing compared to what was being forced on them now. Most of the mortals had been completely warped, now, most of them getting horns out of the top of their heads, some of them gaining wings. The ones that were touched by Jayanta's aura and corruption started to gain muscle, while the ones that were touched by the dragon's were gaining cock size and ball size, and a bit of foot size, too.

The horse shook his head, letting go of the other demon's hand.

"What do you mean, by the way? You're not possessing him, then?"

"Oh, it's a little more complicated than that. I'm more of a created demon than a full one."

"What do you mean, 'created' demon? We are born, not made."

"Perhaps where someone as brutish as you come from. Not where I come from."

Brutish. That was not a word that he particularly liked, even if it was relatively true. The horse snorted hard, a bit of black smoke coming from his nose.

"Then explain yourself, so I can understand."

"Heh, can one explain oneself to one that has no understanding to begin with?"

"You have to start somewhere," Jayanta pointed out. "And I am still ready to kick you out of that body if it will give me the chance to own it as a slave."

"Ah, I suppose, then, you must have at least a little education to know how bad an idea that would be. Heh. Let me start at the beginning."

"No. Just tell me what's going on."

"Must you settle for the short version?"

"Must you tell me a story that will get us both in trouble?"

"Hey!"

They both turned to the wolf that had been at the front desk, the same one that had been shouting at Jayanta to pay before he went into the locker room. The wolf barely had the chance to open his mouth before both demons just glared at him.

No sooner had they met his eyes then he fell to his knees, cumming his brains out, shooting load after load across the shower room floor, joining the other helpless masturbators of the locker room in their reckless hedonism.

"You're quick," Jayanta admitted.

"I am the one that gave Havok his magic, after all," the dragon demon said, chuckling as he held up his hand. "Of course, he's still not used to using it, and he thinks he needs to be a bit more 'moral' about it. I'm trying to break him of that."

The black aura of the other demon coalesced over his palm, creating a miniature vortex of black energy. It was almost like the fires of darkness that Jayanta's own father used, but even he could tell that it was a different discipline, something that had come from a different time and place. While they shared the same color, they were not the same level of power, and hardly the same sort of thing to fear.

He crossed his arms, looking down at the demon dragon, and the other demon sighed.

"Fine. The short, short version. I am Havok's dark side. He pushed me out, I ended up creating a form for myself, and then we reunited later. A little soap opera of a story with a happy ending. Is that short enough for you?"

"It's good enough for now."

"And you?"

"I am a proper demon, much as you are not. I was born to a demon lord, and while I have to share the body of a mortal for the moment, I am in charge more often than you seem to be."

"Heh, not that you are doing much with it. At least I have standards for who I choose to corrupt," the dragon said.

"If you think that you're immune to my powers just because you're a dark side that's made good, you're wrong."

"And if you think that you're immune to my magic because you're a mostly-demon, you're out of your mind," Havok said.

"Then let's put it to the test, shall we?"

"How shall we do that? Corruption of the pool, or corruption of each other?"

"Let's say of each other," Jayanta said with a smirk. "That way, we don't have to undo everything at the end of it. One weak demon just finds himself facing the fate that he was destined for."

"Sounds good to me."

The dragon and the horse stared each other down for another few seconds, then grabbed for each other.

Of course, Havok grabbed for Jayanta's cock, as there was nothing else that was so attention-grabbing as a horse's shaft, but the horse grabbed for the dragon's chest. He smirked as he pinched the dragon's nipples ever so slightly through his scales, savoring the slight look of pain on the other man's face.

"What's the matter, hmm? Never considered yourself a bit of a woman with a body like that?"

"I'm quite happy with a dick, thank you very much. Not that I have to make mine so big to compensate for everything," the dragon said.

"I'm hardly compensating for anything. A horse cock is a majestic piece of equipment."

"Majestic, alright. Majestically oversized. How many people did you have to corrupt just to make it fit?"

"How many people did you have to corrupt to make them feel anything with that little thing?"

The pair of them glared at each other, but the groping continued, the corruption and the transformation of their touches working against their bodies and against each other.

He could feel Havok's chest starting to push out against his fingers, first the nipples, then the rest of the chest, slowly growing into a pair of breasts. It was a soft, gentle process, something that was being fought by the dragon's own natural corruption, pushing back against the demon's stallion touch. It wasn't enough, of course; Jayanta knew how to corrupt others, and he knew how to have fun with them.

What was surprising was the fact that the dragon's magic seemed to be enough to start working on his cock. The demon horse gasped as he felt the tip of his shaft slowly sliding further and further back into his sheath, dropping him down by a couple of inches before he put up enough resistance to stop it.

"I told you...just because you're a demon..."

"Well...I'm hardly coming out on the bottom, here."

He left the dragon's chest at a B-cup. Not huge, but enough to be seen, and it wasn't worth pushing further. The other demon wasn't showing enough of an effect from it to make it worth pursuing as a sort of tease.

What else does he like? he wondered. What else would be good to tease him with?

There was no clear advantage to find. Either the dragon was hiding his weaknesses, or there were none. It had to be the first. There was no one out there with no weaknesses. Even the great king of Aparajita had one or two, as nearly impossible to exploit as they were. This dragon was not that sort of creature. Not that mighty, not that powerful. There was always something.

As he pulled back, his cock just bouncing lightly at around ten inches long - mighty, but not as mighty as it had been - he slowly circled his adversary. The dragon did the same, the pair of them moving about in the shower, sometimes stepping in water, sometimes in pre-cum, but the horse didn't notice the difference.

The dragon, on the other hand, did. Jayanta smirked as he saw the way that Havok grunted, doing his best to hide it, every time that he stepped in something a bit more sexual. The demon chuckled deep in his throat, leaning back and lifting one foot.

"Are we attracted to soles here, little dragon? I thought we preferred souls to soles."

"S-shut up..."

The demon actually had the shock to look embarrassed before looking away, though that speedo was definitely fuller after that. Jayanta smirked.

"It seems that's your weakness, hmm? A big, sweaty foot on your face, perhaps?"

"Shut up!"

The other demon lashed out with a bolt of magic, something dark and shadowy, but Jayanta was ready for it. He flicked his hand up, a disk of a blade flowing out of his fingers, fire cutting shadow. The bolts split to either side of him, hitting a rat and a dolphin, the pair of them shuddering as their balls bloated instantly, growing to the size of watermelons.

"Heh, losing control, are we?"

"For a moment. But you will not get the chance to -"

Flicker.

For a moment, Jayanta had been in front of the dragon, and then he was behind him. One shove, and the physically-weak demon dragon hit the ground, grunting from the sudden push. The horse brought his foot up, then brought it down on the back of Havok's head, digging his toes into the spot between the horns.

"Heh, what were you saying? I wouldn't get the chance to play on your weakness?"

"How did...what..."

"I'm trained to fight. So is this body. We don't have the mismatch that you and yours have."

That was the truth, actually. Jayanta had been trained to fight by his father. The body of Windsire had been trained to fight by the General of the Mongoose Court. The pair of them were made to fight and win. It wasn't that one side was normal and the other was super-powered. It was that one side was super-powered from one fuel source, and the other was super-powered from another.

Mortal power, demon power. They worked in sync.

He pushed the dragon a bit to the side, deliberately letting more heat run out through his pores, giving his sole a little more musk than it had had, getting it back after the shower had washed some of it off. He ground the side of his foot along the dragon's face, and he was rewarded by a shiver that went from Havok's head right down to his crotch.

That speedo-covered cock was already begging to be touched, pushing forward to the point that it looked like it was wrapped in latex rather than in cloth, almost as if it was painted on rather than pulled on.

He smiled, shifting his position a bit, dragging his other foot down between the dragon's legs to drum his toes against Havok's balls. The reaction was instantaneous, the other demon groaning.

"A weakness that I didn't expect, but definitely one that I'm happy to - mmm - exploit."

The demon horse smiled as his toes were licked, the other demon's tongue flicking between the toes. He pushed his aura down, red power pushing out through his feet, over that tongue, force-feeding the demon dragon his corruption, tainting that black aura with his red one.

It didn't take long for the changes to start showing up. The other male's body started to bulk up, gaining a little more muscle, a little more padding in the back. He started to show more signs of urgent need, his cock throbbing harder, getting a bit longer.

Most of all, however, his eyes had turned slightly more crimson, and he could see the red streaks through the demon dragon's black aura. It was not enough to conquer him forever, but it was enough to leave a mark, and more than enough to ensure that they were going to remember this for a long time to come.

He slowly stroked his toes along the dragon's face again, then pulled his foot back. He snapped his fingers, and Havok groaned as he was slowly pulled up to his knees, made to kneel before the demon horse.

"I told you that you wouldn't win."

"You cheated. We were supposed to corrupt, use magic, not use our fetishes so directly."

"I don't recall setting down any rules."

"We said we were going to corrupt each other!"

"And I used your fetishes to corrupt and beat you. Just took an extra step," he said with a chuckle. "Now, let's see about putting you to use. Get up."

The white dragon did as he was told, and then followed the next order as Jayanta spun his finger. As Havok turned in place, the demon horse leaned his head to the side, admiring his work. The muscle hadn't made the slender dragon that much thicker, but merely filled him out so that he was a little less of a stick, less of the usual stereotype of a mage.

But it was that ass, the way that white-scaled rump stood out, that made him grin.

Not everyone could take a horse cock, and that soft, flat rump had been a bit of a worry when he had seen it in the pool. However, he had had every reason to think that his corruption could make it fine, and it had. Havok's ass had bubbled out, becoming a fine bubble butt that had a fair bit of muscle behind it, as evidenced by the way that it clenched and clapped when the demon dragon tensed up at being watched.

"You...are...an asshole," the demon dragon muttered.

"You're going to take it in yours."

"You...mmmph."

"Now, let's see how well that hole can take cock."

Jayanta smirked as he sat down on the wet shower floor, a shift of his aura making the various males in the shower come more under his control. They turned around, their cocks and their eyes on the two demons in the middle of the room.

As the horse pulled his loincloth to the side, his cock took center stage, and he was happy to stroke it for the view of everyone else around him. The head flared slightly already, and the medial ring around the center was already hard and stiff.

Of course, with ten inches rather than his usual massive length, he wasn't quite as impressive as he normally would be, but that was still enough. He smiled as he gripped the base, the smile turning to a smirk as he looked up at the demon dragon.

"Take off that speedo and take a seat."

"I can't believe you're making me do this."

"I can't believe you're hesitating to do what you're told. Get your ass on me."

The white dragon grumbled, but the speedo came down, releasing that ass to do what it did best. Jayanta grinned wider as Havok straddled his waist, sitting down slowly. The white-scaled tail went up, that hole puckered against the head of his cock, and the demon stallion grinned as the white dragon started to sit down.

Slowly, pleasurably, pushing that bubble butt further and further down. That pucker had barely resisted him, which told him that the dragon had a master somewhere that liked doing stuff to that hole with big things. It was encouraging; it meant that he could go a little rougher if he wanted.

But for now, he just wanted to watch as that hole went further and further down his cock, sucking up more and more of the long, throbbing shaft. Havok grunted with every new inch, but the smell of another demon's arousal was thick in the air.

"Heh, you love it."

"Mmmph..."

"Go on. Bounce."

"Fuck you."

"I said." SMACK! The demon dragon yelped as his backside jiggled. "Bounce."

"Fine, fine!"

And just like that, he had a lovely show to go along with the lovely feeling. He smiled as the squatting dragon bounced his ass, almost twerking it up and down along the horse's cock, slamming the whole thing into him over and over again. It was quite the show, too, considering that his thick cock was pulling at the dragon's rim every time that it went in.

The sight of those jiggling cheeks, the sheer heat and tightness of the other male's hole, was already making him feel like he was going to cum soon, but it was the whole situation that made him want to prolong it. Not just the fact that he had a dragon under his control - though that was meaningful enough - but also the feeling of having so many worshipful followers. The entire population of the locker room was staring at him and Havok, their eyes wide, their cocks hard, and their balls full.

They wanted to see this.

They wanted to watch him fuck the dragon.

"Heh, that's it. Keep on bouncing. I know you love a fat horse-cock up your ass, dragon. I bet you wanted this the whole time that you were looking at me."

"I'm a demon. There's no need for cock in me."

"Says the dragon that's bouncing on my cock right now."

"I'm a - mmmph - demon, not a dragon!"

"You aren't a real demon, so I'm calling you by what you really are. Dragon."

There was a soft growl above him, but the fact that the dragon was speeding up in his riding only made it better. He chuckled under his breath, leaning back and, like the great ruler that he one day wished to be, allowed his new toy to do all the work.

He crossed his arms behind his head, watching the dragon bounce, watching him curl his toes on the watery floor, watched him drop pre-cum into the water as he bounced and gasped and groaned. For all that Havok didn't want to admit that he was enjoying the hell out of this...well, he was enjoying the hell out of this.

"Heh, go on. Let me hear it."

"Hear - mmph - what?"

"How I'm the better demon...how horse-cock beat you."

"Nnngh...never..."

"Heh, I guess I can let you have that. If you don't mind being sold off to all the perverts around us at the end of this."

The white dragon paused, his head whipping around as his eyes went wide. Jayanta grinned wider.

"Oh, didn't I say? I have complete control of everyone in this room. I can make them buy time with you, and you'll just have to go with it, considering how much control I have of you right now."

"You...you..."

"I'd give up the dragon trophy just like that if it meant humiliating you a little bit more. So high and mighty and up yourself." Jayanta chuckled. "And did I say you could stop riding my cock?"

"You...nnngh!"

The white dragon kept humping his ass back, and Jayanta kept savoring the feeling of dicking with the dragon. The feeling of that hole was going to get him to cum soon as those ass cheeks kept slapping back against his crotch, but he had time.

Time to savor this.

Time to enjoy the dragon's humiliation.

Time to think about how he would use that orgasm to tie the corruption through the demon's aura and make him come back for a second round. Much as the dragon was skilled with magic, he was pretty sure that the demon side wasn't used to fighting off the corruption of a real demon just yet. He'd be driving himself crazy trying to untangle it, and there was no way that this guy would be able to figure it out before the compulsion drove him into Jayanta's arms again.

The idea left him grinning, throbbing, and soon, cumming.

The End