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The Vessel

By CodyFox

Commissioned by JamesFoxes

Chapter 1

"Enter," a large, muscular golden gryphon said upon hearing the knock at his door, picking up his remote control and clicking off the television. The gryphon's long, leonine tail swished lazily over the front of the couch where he lounged, and his sharp blue eyes focused on the heavy, ornate door to his chambers. Slowly, the door swung open and a tall robed figure clopped in from the hallway.

"My King." The robed figure's voice sounded confident and sagely, but also relatively cold. He dispensed with no simple pleasantries while approaching the lounging gryphon, presenting himself with a low, formal bow.

"Yes, yes, what news do you have, Xerxes? Is she with child?" the gryphon asked, waving off the usual formalities.

As he returned to a more upright position, Xerxes pulled back his hood, revealing a handsome equine with inquisitive green eyes and a long-flowing, sable mane. He appeared to be a young, middle-aged gypsy vanner, bearing a coat of smooth, well-groomed white fuzz that was decorated with brown splotches over various areas of his body. Xerxes bobbed his head and addressed King Fendar again, "Yes, Great One. The Queen shall bear you another child..."

"And...?" The king gruffed impatiently, sliding his bulk from the lounging couch and standing up to his full height. At 8'4", King Fendar seemed to tower over his chief mage, even though the sagely equine stood nearly 7 feet tall himself. "Don't tell me that your voodoo magics failed this time to predict the nature of the child?"

"I... am sorry, my liege..." Xerxes said hesitantly, carefully choosing his words before continuing in his most conciliatory tone, "But... just as was the case with Jezelle before her, Seraphine is predicted to fail again with giving you a prince..."

The King glared down at Xerxes with fire in his eyes, balling one of his huge paws into a fist. "It seems like all that you are good for lately is giving me bad news," he growled.

Seeing the King's rising anger, Xerxes was quick to try and placate the mighty gryphon, and perhaps save his own neck in the process. "Fear not, Great One! This prediction m... may be altered..." he stuttered while pulling back a little. "We can use the genie's power..."

"You mean waste the genie's power!" Fendar exclaimed, relaxing his clenched paw and then curling both muscular arms over his broad chest. Xerxes didn't have an answer for him this time. The King shook his head and growled again, "I will speak to it..."

As the two left the King's private lounge, they strode past a number of castle guards and servants, all of whom bowed upon viewing their lord. Beyond the royal family's quarters, and on the opposite end of the library, there was a staircase leading down below Castle Brightsteel. During the many conflicts throughout the history of the Brightsteel gryphons, this had served as an important escape route and was off-limits to anyone other than the royal family. However, during the modern peaceful era, the escape route was all but forgotten.

While King Fendar and Xerxes made their way down the dimly lit staircase, a little golden gryphon girl watched closely from behind a bookcase, swishing her tail in a curious manner.

~

The underground passageway was built on two separate levels. On the upper level, the passage was significantly narrower and lined with various built-in defenses that could be used to hold off attackers. A smaller staircase at the end of that passage lead to the lower level, which contained a storage area and a few small rooms to take refuge in. However, some of the doors to those rooms had since been replaced with thick, metal iron bars reminiscent of cell doors.

When King Fendar and Xerxes approached one of those barred rooms, the sound of heavy metal shackles and chains could be heard shifting about within.

"Genie! Your master approaches. Quit shuffling around in there and come greet me properly," the King called out as he stepped closer to the iron bars.

A nervous sounding voice replied from within the shadows of the dark, cell-like room, stammering "Oh! M... my Master... Yes... P... please forgive my insolence. Great and wise King, I welcome you and beg to ask what duty I might fulfill for you this day."

"That's better..." the King said with a sneer. "I won't waste too much time with you today, genie. My mage has informed me that the Queen shall bear another girl, leaving me without a prince to follow in my pawsteps."

The shackles and chains were heard shifting again while the shadowy form moved about, as if pacing in thought. "No p... prince. Well, you shall have three daughters, yes Master? Three of the most intelligent and beautiful daughters in all the land. Can you not entrust one of them?"

King Fendar's expression quickly turned from that of frustrated humor to fiery rage, as was often his way. "HOW DARE you question your King and Master! Such questions are far beyond your station, insect!" The King growled, turning his infuriated attention to a number of 'instruments' hanging on the wall next to the genie's cell... whips, paddles, and various types of restraints. "You are a tool... nothing more..." the King said derisively as his gaze roamed up and down a particularly long and thick looking whip with strange engravings running along its length.

The genie in the shadows seemed to take notice of the King's focus on that particular item, and backed away farther into the darkness, "My lord, I... I apologize... I shouldn't have spoken above my place... p... please..."

"Yes... you shouldn't have," the King said, while Xerxes looked on with his usual detached curiosity. "But, first, I want you to use your magic to fix this, genie. Ensure that my next child will be a prince."

The genie's form kept still for a moment, maintaining its distance. Then, once again it spoke nervously, hoping not to anger its master, "Yes... my lord... b...but, you recall that I cannot perform that level of transformation through my normal magic... it must be a wish..." At that moment, the genie gestured to one side, and a small light emerged from thin air next to its shadowy form. The light pulsed softly, casting a small portion of its brilliance over the shadowy creature's lower legs and illuminating a pair of large, powerful looking leonine footpaws, and a long lion tail similar to Fendar's. Both looked to be coated with soft blue fur rather than the golden color of the King. After a few seconds, a white scroll decorated with blue embroidery emerged from the light, floating in mid-air next to the genie. The scroll slowly opened, displaying a ledger of sorts written in an ancient tongue, which was almost certainly indecipherable to any normal person.

Xerxes looked on with an expression of slight displeasure as he watched the genie show off the ease with which it manipulated mystical energies.

"Five wishes used, five wishes remain, my Master," the genie said upon inspecting the scroll.

Fendar grumbled. "Worthless tool... I knew I'd have to waste a wish on this," he stated while glaring at Xerxes. The mage backed away slightly and bowed his head apologetically. "Let's get this over with... Genie, I make my sixth wish. I wish for the child within my queen to be born with all of the qualities of a prince of the highest order. Nothing less."

The dark form of the genie seemed to think about this for a moment, and then bobbed its head, speaking softly "As you wish, my Master." Suddenly, the scroll floating next to the genie glowed a little brighter as lines of ancient text began to appear at the bottom of the ledger, as if written by some unseen hand. The genie's eyes began to glow like warm, radiant sapphires as it lifted one shadowy paw in front of its body, with its palm up, conjuring an azure flame that illuminated the paw's blue fur and thick black pads. A faint blue aura surrounded the genie's body, and then began to flow along its form, up its arm, and toward the azure flame. The flame grew larger and larger, burning brighter and beginning to radiate waves of magical energy. Suddenly, the genie closed its eyes and the powerful flame leapt from its paw, launching upwards and disappearing into the ceiling with a crackle of electric energy following in its wake.

After a moment of silence, the genie opened its eyes back up slowly, the glow having faded and the remnant of his magical aura dissipating as well. "Well? Is it done?" King Fendar asked, clicking his toe-claws on the floor impatiently.

"It is done, my Master. Your child will be all that you have wished... and much more," the genie replied in a somewhat cryptic tone of voice.

"Good... You have done well this time, tool." The King stated matter-of-factly as he set his eyes back on the instruments hanging next to the genie's cell. He lifted one large paw, touching the arcane-looking whip he'd been eyeing before and tracing a couple digits along its length. "Xerxes... you may leave us, now."

The equine mage watched with some trepidation as the King stroked his paw over that whip, seemingly unsure at first whether it would be used on him or the genie. However, when the King told him to depart, he bobbed his head and quickly took his leave from the disagreeable business that was about to take place.

King Fendar produced a key from somewhere within his royal garments, and the genie backed away from him again, cowering toward the opposite wall. "Master... please..." The King ignored the genie's pleas, however, taking the whip into paw and then unlocking the cell's door.

As he stepped into the cell, Fendar's menacing eyes roamed up and down the shadowy form's body. "It's been a while since I used this one," he said while turning the whip in his large, strong paw. "Well, I did plan on having some fun with my personal toy either way... and I suppose this is just a little bonus," he said with a disturbing chuckle. All too casually, his other paw loosened the strings of his silk pants and then eased them down off of his powerful hips and thighs. His massive gryphonhood sprang into view, already halfway out of the sheath and throbbing with the twisted gryphon king's excitement.

"I would think that one thousand years as a slave of the Brightsteel line would have already stripped away all of your independent thinking..." Fendar stated darkly while raising the whip above the trembling genie. "But, it seems we still have to work on that..."

~

Fortunately for the genie, it didn't bleed, though it could feel pain thanks to that accursed magical whip created by the King's mage. Long after Fendar had finished and left, the genie lay shivering on the floor of its cell, stripped of dignity and all alone once again.

It shook its head, thinking to itself, "No... I am not an it... I am a he. I can't forget that..." The genie forced himself to maintain that knowledge every day and every night. He had to keep the memory of who and what he was alive.

Like all of his kind, he was born from the union of two other genies, though he did not know who they were and would likely never meet them. A new genie was a rare and exceptionally valuable commodity, and he had been immediately sold off shortly after coming into existence, in his case, to a progenitor of the Brightsteel line. Upon maturation however, a period which only takes a few weeks for genies, his new master immediately took away his male designation, as well as any ability to procreate, or even achieve any kind of sexual release. The Brightsteels had been convinced by some charlatan advisor that genies lost magical potency each time they achieved a sexual climax, and thus the power hungry gryphons swore to protect their "investment" by ensuring that he would never be able to experience such a supreme pleasure... not even once.

The genie understood he was a male, but he couldn't remember what it felt like to wield the formidable sexual power locked within him. At one point, he may have known this power for minutes... hours... a few days at most, before it was stripped from him, and that was nearly one thousand years ago... He lay there on the floor, looking down over his naked body, which remained shrouded in the darkness of the cell. He shared the form of his Master, as most genies did. However, instead of golden fur like King Fendar, the genie's large, well-toned gryphon body was coated in light blue fur, with an almost white, powdery blue color running along his ventral areas. His long, curly mane and big, brush-like tail tuft were a contrasting, darker shade of blue. His moderately youthful appearance would have been considered handsome... perhaps even desireable by the females of his Master's kingdom, were it not for the blatant smoothness between his thighs.

While he was still deep in thought, the genie was startled by the sudden sound of claws clicking over the stone floor toward his cell. He blinked... had his Master come back to punish him more? Or was it the royal family's private guard again, come to tease and humiliate him? He got up onto his knees, staying in the darkness and hugging his shackled paws around his sides a little while watching and waiting apprehensively.

However, what stepped in front of the genie's cell was not the large, powerful form of one of his tormentors, but instead a small, timid-looking golden gryphon girl, dressed in a flowing green gown of finest materials. The genie watched her silently as she peeked curiously into his cell, unusually brave for a girl of her tender age. She couldn't have been more than seven years old. Of course, he had never seen her before, or anyone else for that matter, other than his Masters and a few close advisors or guards. He hadn't left his cell in... well... the years went by so fast now. It was certainly dozens of years... perhaps even hundreds. Time seemed to have no meaning for him anymore.

"A... a... are you... the genie?" the girl asked, keeping her distance from the thick metal bars of his cell door.

The genie blinked a few times, hesitating at first... could this be some sort of trick? His Masters were known to test him of course, sometimes simply for their own pleasure. He wondered if this girl might be part of some elaborate trap to make him say or do something worthy of intense punishment. He remained quiet, watching her expression, her facial features, her eyes... Those big blue pools seemed truly harmless... innocent. Certainly, her expensive-looking attire and easy access to this tunnel made her likely to be one of the King's daughters, but after his brief examination, the genie felt confident that she meant him no harm.

"I... I heard daddy talking about a genie. He said he had wishes... is that true?" the girl said, flicking her tail a little bit nervously while she watched the shadowy figure in the cell kneeling there and staring back at her.

"Yes... it is true" the genie replied finally, his voice wavering ever so slightly. He closed his eyes, his powerful mind racing... considering all of the possibilities. Was this his opportunity? Within a few nanoseconds, he expanded the natural awareness of his aura as much as he could against the magical restraints of his rune-covered shackles, locating every being within the vicinity of this area of the castle, and then evaluating their thoughts, actions and movements. Another nanosecond passed as he calculated the likelihood of interruption... 30%. He then opened his eyes and bobbed his head, "I am a genie... and I can grant wishes."

The girl smiled brightly and clapped her paws together, "I knew it! My name is Sadia," she said, presenting him with a polite curtsey. She swished her tufted tail again as she stood back up straight, her paws resting on her little belly. "What's your name?"

The genie was almost at a loss for words, not only because the gryphon girl had shown him a basic level of respect that was almost never afforded to him, but also because she wanted to know his name. It had been a very, very long times since someone asked that. "My name...?" He smiled and flicked his ears, his body trembling as he realized how close he was now... "My name is Sion," he replied, while crawling closer to the cell door. His body remained mostly in the shadows, though the girl could make out some of his gryphon shape now, which probably put her simple young mind more at ease. "Sadia... may I ask you a favor? There is a key in that room behind you... It is inside of a box, underneath some old books. Can you be a good girl and get it?"

Sadia blinked a bit and nodded. She was quite naïve and trusting, but most of all, she was curious. She wanted to know whether or not this genie could give her some kind of wish, so she was eager to make him happy. "Ohh, yes Sion I can do it." The room opposite his still served as a storage area, and the door was never locked. The girl disappeared inside, rummaged around for a minute or so before she chirped, "I found it Sion!"

Sion's excitement grew slightly. He watched the gryphon girl re-emerging from the store room, holding the key in one paw. "Wonderful! You are a very clever girl, Sadia... now, I want you to use the key to unlock these... They are far too tight for me to be able to work my magic, so your father always removes them when he wants me to use it." the genie said while inching closer to the door and lifting his cuffed hand-paws up against the bars.

Sadia hesitated for just a moment as those big, blue gryphon paws pressed against the bars, the chains attached to the large metal cuffs making quite an audible jangling sound in the silent passageway. She looked between the key and the metal cuffs a few times before nodding again, "Well... if daddy does this to help your magic, then I should too," she said. Carefully, the gryphon girl inserted the key into the cuffs' lock and turned it with a soft 'click'. The cuffs disengaged, opening and falling suddenly from Sion's wrists. Just as the heavy cuffs were about to hit the stone floor, Sion deftly launched his tail into position below them, catching them just an inch or two above.

"Yes..." Sion said to himself, smiling brightly as he felt the rush of his boundless inherent magic beginning to flow once again without restraint. It had been such a long time since he had experienced even this simple pleasure, and the genie couldn't help but test his re-awakened power. He held both of his paws up in front of his kneeling body and concentrated the flow of energy through his arms, watching as icy blue jolts of electricity began arcing between them, increasing or decreasing in intensity as he modulated his power flow. Lost in the pleasure of his re-kindled powers, Sion didn't immediately see the gryphon girl watching him with a mixture of astonishment and fear. He remembered that he wasn't done yet, and smiled reassuringly to the girl, quickly toning down his raw display of power and focusing his energy instead. The electricity changed from blue to pink, and then condensed, re-forming into the shape of a beautiful, illuminated flower floating between his paws.

Sadia smiled softly when she saw the lovely flower-like energy, swishing her tail again happily, "Ohh, pretty!" she said, watching with big, curious eyes as the energy flower shifted colors from pink, to purple, and back to blue, and then painted itself in an enchanting mixture of those colors... a purple stem, blue leaves, and large pink petals. The glow pulsed one last time, and then suddenly faded as the energy disappeared. In its place was a real flower of identical features, which Sion caught with one paw and swiftly presented to Sadia.

"For you, my princess," he said, bowing his head politely as she accepted the flower.

"Ohh... thank you," the gryphon girl said while blushing and holding the flower in both paws. Sadia was so happy to watch this magical display that, for a moment, she forgot about the thing that she really wanted. She smiled again as she remembered, looking back up to him hopefully "Sion... can... can I have a wish?"

Sion barely restrained himself, turning slightly to the side and crossing his arms over his chest, "Well... I don't know, Sadia... I'm not sure if you are responsible enough to have a wish."

Sadia gasped softly, nodding her head "I am 'sponsible! I do all my chores, and do what mother tells me... pleeeasse?"

"Well... maybe..." Sion feigned innocence, standing and padding back and forth a few times behind the door as if he were deep in thought. "Maybe I could grant you one wish... but you have to give me a wish first."

The little gryphon girl jumped happily and fluttered her wings at his response. Though, as she thought about it a bit more, the girl became a bit confused. "But... I don't have magic. I can't give you a wish."

Sion smiled and turned back towards her, holding out one big paw with its palm up. As he focused on his paw, a small cloud of golden and blue smoke appeared just above and began to swirl around and around in a tight circle. After just a few seconds, the genie's elaborate golden lamp began to materialize within the swirling smoke. "Yes... you can. With this," Sion said as the rest of his magical abode sparkled into existence right before her eyes. The genie himself was somewhat struck by the sight of his lamp, as it had been years since he was last able to summon it. "But first... do you promise that you will give me one wish?" Sion asked the young gryphon.

She practically bounced off the floor, eyes bright and wings flapping, "Ohh yes yes yes. I promise Sion. One wish for one wish."

As soon as he heard her promise, Sion's aura began to glow a little. He looked down over himself, feeling a curious tingling sensation that he'd never felt before passing through his body. This was the first time he attempted something like this, but it just had to work... it might be his only opportunity for another few hundred years! He looked at the little gryphon and then crouched down again, handing his lamp over to Sadia. "Okay... Now... close your eyes tight and hold the lamp... rub it on the side with one paw, and repeat after me."

The gryphon girl accepted the lamp, holding it in her left paw while looking over it inquisitively and nodding to the genie. She then closed her eyes and began to speak, standing attentively, listening carefully and repeating his words as best she could. Her right paw slowly rubbed along the side of the lamp, just as he had told her, and the girl blushed as she felt curious little sparks of magic tracing between its surface and her paw while she spoke.

"I Sadia Brightsteel... hereby wish for Sion... to be freed from all wishes, obligations or ownership...

As the gryphon girl got halfway through the wish, little blue smoke-like tendrils began trickling out from the end of Sion's lamp... The tendrils swirled and weaved their way around the genie's body, and then they began to flow into him, tickling into his chest. He jumped back a little, flicking his ears nervously as he felt the first tendril reaching into him, poking and probing around within his essence like some mystical alien hand. He looked down at his body... tensing as he felt another tendril enter him below the first. It wriggled within him, causing him to squirm a little while small magical spasms worked their way through his body. Sion tried to ignore this... he had to help her finish the wish. He cringed as another tendril entered him, this time above his butt. It sent an even more sharp spasm up through his back, and his gryphon wings fluttered wildly. More tendrils entered him... and then more again... all of them suddenly glowing with power.

"... of Fendar Brightsteel or any of the past or present Brightsteel line... or those of any other Masters."

Before Sadia had even finished speaking the final words of this wish, Sion was brought back down to his knees, overwhelmed by the glowing tentacles of energy flowing out from the sparkling lamp and feeding some kind of wild power into him, like a dozen live electric cables shoved into his body. He clenched his eyes and cried out, feeling his magical heart, the source of his mystical energy, suddenly flaring up with this infusion of cosmic energy. It flared bigger, and bigger... and bigger, soon radiating like a small sun within him and enflaming every fiber of his being. "OHHHHh!!!" Sion called out as he fell onto his back, moaning louder this time... erotically, his entire cell illuminated with the radiant, shimmering aura now surrounding his trembling body.

The gryphon girl gasped, opening her eyes and taking her paws off the lamp as it suddenly felt very hot to the touch. She fell back on her butt, her young mind completely overcome by what she saw. The genie's body was shimmering with a spectacular rainbow of colors that was almost too intense to look at, but almost impossible to look away from. At first he was trembling, as if in pain, while the floating lamp continued to feed into him. Then, she heard his trembling cries become moans... pleasured sounding moans. Sadia scooted away apprehensively, back toward the room behind her as she watched the genie's illuminated gryphon form squirm, and heard him laugh in an exceptionally giddy manner.

Suddenly, a shaft of sparkling energy emerged from between his thighs, jerking sensually up in the air as the genie watched with an expression between extreme bliss and utter astonishment. It grew bigger... and bigger, and Sion's eyes began to shed magical tears, his paws curling and uncurling in anticipation. "OHhhhhh" he blushed as it flexed upward again... bigger... he rolled his hips in ecstasy, practically thrusting at the empty air above him as the shaft of energy peaked in size, rising high above him like some glittering monument to his new power. He clenched his eyes shut, crying out blissfully "YESSSSSSS!!!!"

The genie was almost stupefied as he lay there, basking in his newfound glory... clinging to it for as long as he could. His sudden freedom was exhilarating... but the return of Sion's sexual power was almost mind-numbing, its manifestation feeling more massive than he was ready to comprehend. He cracked open his gaze once more, watching nervously as he touched the glowing shaft with one paw... It flexed and pulsed with unimaginable intensity, bringing forth more elated moans and practically making him drool as the ecstasy nearly overwhelmed him. He could feel his vast reservoir of potent magical essence churning and bubbling up within him, one thousand years-worth of denial ready to blast off into the heavens. Somehow, he wrenched his paw away at the last second, barely averting an uncontrollable orgasm that would have torn the entire castle asunder.

"Ohhhh... RRRRrrrrr" Sion growled, clenching his eyes again and drawing on all of his considerable strength to restrain himself. Just letting it all go at that moment would have been the greatest pleasure he had ever known, but he would have hurt many innocents. He shook his head and held it back, contracting... his massive shaft of energy shrinking slowly down to a modest size. Sion blushed, panting while gradually regaining full control. He needed to wait... yes... find a female genie... a mate. He could control himself until then.

Slowly, the tendrils of energy feeding into Sion's body dissipated and the intense shimmer of his aura faded away. His softened member seemed to change from pure energy to solid flesh as a soft, fuzzy blue sheath extended over its flaccid length, and a pair of moderately sized blue balls flopped into place below. He opened his eyes back up, just in time to see his floating lamp disintegrating in a shower of sparkles. Sion felt some small sense of loss as his lamp was erased from existence. However, such loss was infinitesimally small when compared to what he'd gained. He saw his surroundings in a much different way now... not just his surroundings, but the world... the whole universe in fact. He could go anywhere... be anything. Slowly, he stood to his pawfeet, looking down at the gryphon girl still cowering away from him, frightened and confused, forgetting all about the wish she had wanted.

The only thing Sion could think about at this point was how eager he was to leave this hellish dungeon. He would experience sunlight... fresh air... the moon and stars... and anything beneath or beyond. He bowed his head once more to Sadia, a brief thanks for her role in freeing him. Then he closed his eyes once more, concentrating his energies, spreading his large gryphon wings. His aura illuminated again, this time appearing as a gentle blue flame flickering across the full surface of his body, almost making the genie appear like a phoenix rising from its ashes. After a few seconds, Sion's physical body seemed to fade like he was shifting out of this plane, and then he crouched, and leapt up into the air, passing right through the passageway's ceiling, passing through the floor of castle Brightsteel, and then through its roof, finally emerging out into the endless freedom of the wide open blue sky.

~

Sion soared above the clouds as he left his former life behind him, smiling up at the sun. Its warm rays danced across his body, mixing and merging with his gentle blue aura to make the genie's sleek gryphon body shimmer once again, while a trail of sparkling magic followed in his wake like a beautiful comet tail.

He flew for miles... hundreds of miles perhaps, dancing with the clouds, doing little playful flips and tumbles in and out of their puffy masses, laughing joyfully. After hours of carefree play, Sion twirled onto his back, slowing his movement and just floating above a few particularly fluffy clouds and sighing happily. As delighted as he was to continue frolicking above the clouds, though, he couldn't forget his mission... he'd been able to contain his overflowing 'needs' thus far, but he couldn't tell how much longer he would be able to repress them... and he didn't want to accidentally cause some kind of terrible disaster.

Unfortunately, finding a female genie would not be very easy. Genies had no way of sensing one another. It was likely a defense mechanism to prevent unscrupulous masters from using their genie to find others and "collect them all." Also, he couldn't just mate with any creature... It was strictly forbidden for a genie to plant his seed into anything other than a genie. He wasn't sure of the reason for that taboo, though...

Sion sighed again and let himself float back down through the clouds and began to descend toward a nearby town. The world had changed so much since Sion had last seen anything beyond his dungeon. Buildings were much taller, and appeared to be made out of metal and glass instead of stone. Even the structures surrounding the old castle had been updated in such fashion. He also saw creatures speeding around in vehicles with gas and electric powered engines, and solidly constructed homes with solar panels on the roofs... they looked light years ahead of the simple thatched-roof dwellings he last witnessed in his early years of existence.

As he descended, he spied a large, low building that was mostly rectangular in shape. There was a lot in front where several of those strange vehicles were waiting, and in the back and on the sides were fields where small creatures were playing. Children... Sion realized they were almost all children here. He circled high above the building, simultaneously sensing the thoughts of hundreds of the children and adults in the vicinity of the building, and learning from their memories and intentions. "School... this is a school..." Sion said to himself, rapidly understanding its purpose and functionality. This was all kind of amazing to him. A thousand years ago, most adult creatures had no education of any kind and very few knew how to even read. Now, little children of seven or so years could read and write, and were formally educated. "Do these creatures even rely on magic anymore?" Sion wondered, pondering just how far science had advanced at this time.

As he was pondering, Sion felt a particularly painful emotion coming from somewhere below. Mixed in among the hundreds of other thoughts and emotions filtering through his mind, he may not have noticed it but for his own recent experience of suffering at the claws of the Brightsteels. Curious, he floated in the direction of that emotion, soon picking up on the malevolent thoughts surrounding the frightened one as well.

In a small clearing not too far from the school, Sion could see four boys. Three of them looked older, while one looked young and fairly small, perhaps just over four feet in height. The small boy, who appeared to be an equine of andalusian heritage, was standing in front of a patch of flowers, trembling a bit nervously while the other three insulted and threatened him.

"Y... you guys a... aren't supposed t... to ruin these..." the little horse boy said, his small white-fuzzed hands fidgeting over his school uniform shirt as he looked up to them fearfully. Judging by the size difference, Sion figured that this boy might barely be ten years of age, and the other three somewhere in their mid-teens. He fluttered silently down into the trees to the side of the flower patch, simply watching.

"Ohh yea? Why? Because the little baby tells us?" said a tall, grey-furred bull boy.

To the bull's right, a white wooled ram chuckled and sneered at that, "Yea! Since when did we listen to babies? All they're good for is crying."

"B... but I'm not a baby," the young horse stammered in reply, shaking his head.

"We'll see about that!" huffed the third of the malevolent boys, some kind of large, athletic draft horse with a palomino coat. He balled his big hand into a fist and then suddenly struck the smaller andalusian boy on the face, easily sending him tumbling to the ground as he cried out in pain. The drafter boy laughed as he saw the smaller equine laying on his side, sniffling and holding one of his small paw-like hands against his face where he was struck. "Awww... is he gonna cry? What do you think, Armin?" the draft boy chuckled again, looking to his bull friend.

The bull smirked and swished his tail eagerly as he saw the helpless little horse boy laying on the ground in front of him and shivering. "Yea, he'll cry, Darrel." The bull leaned over him, suddenly grabbing the young andalusian by his mane and holding his head up, then striking him fiercely with one of his own fists. The younger boy cried out louder and went down again, tears starting to flow as he sobbed a little against the ground. The bull wouldn't let him stay down, picking him up again by his mane, which was now very tangled with dirt and grass. The teen grinned again seeing that he'd given the younger boy a bloodied nose. "See, he's a baby! Can't even fight back. It's disgusting," the bull said and then tossed the horse boy into the flower plants. "Maybe that will teach him not to mess with us again," he said, while his two friends laughed and high-fived.

"Let's head back guys, we don't wanna be late for practice," said the muscular ram teen as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"Good call, Carter. We'll leave the sissy baby to his flowers," said Armin, the bull. The three of them chuckled a bit more amongst themselves as they turned and walked away, leaving the younger boy laying there and wiping his tears.

Sion wasn't sure why he had decided to just watch... why he hadn't intervened. Perhaps it was some kind of reenactment of his own suffering and he couldn't help but view it from the eyes of a third person. Maybe it was some kind of irrational fear lingering in his mind. Whatever it was, though, he felt terribly guilty, like he let himself down just as much as he did this frightened boy.

"I'll just help him... get him back up on his hooves, and then I'll be on my way," Sion said to himself, eager to make up for his wrong. He was about to step out into the clearing when he remembered the genies' custom... to take on a more familiar shape to those with whom they interacted. Sion closed his eyes, thinking to himself "horse..." He hadn't met many horses before... In fact, the only equine shapes he could think of at the moment were the andalusian's, the draft bully's, and that of Xerxes... He didn't want to frighten the boy more by appearing similar to the teen who had tormented him, and he didn't want to mimic his appearance either, so Sion reluctantly settled on the third option.

He imagined the form of a young, friendly looking gypsy vanner horse boy, around the same age as the andalusian and just a little taller. Immediately, the genie's tall gryphon form shimmered with blue energy, glowing brightly and beginning to shrink. It had been a while since Sion changed shape, and he had forgotten how good it felt. His magic tickled all throughout his body, sparkling over his head and face as his muzzle grew gradually longer and more horse shaped while at the same time, his form became smaller and more compact. He blushed and made a soft gasp as his ears flicked and wiggled into their new equine shape, and his pretty blue mane grew longer and thicker, flowing past his shoulders now. His tail wriggled and then separated into a cascade of equally blue horse hairs, flowing smoothly down along the backs of his legs. His large leonine hand paws changed too, tingling pleasurably as they became more petite and silky smooth, claws disappearing. His footpaws changed more dramatically, thickening and hardening into a pair of broad, strong hooves while his small, young legs wobbled a bit from the strangeness of that transition. Finally, the colors of his fur pattern swirled, his primary coat becoming a shiny blue-hinted white, and his gypsy vanner patches were darker blue like his mane and tail.

The transformation was done... or so he thought... Sion opened his eyes, flicking his new horse ears again and swishing his flowing tail, and then he felt something else tickling and changing... it was between his legs. "Ohhh..." he blushed again, looking down at his naked form with amazement. The tingles got stronger and he watched his modest gryphon sheath suddenly growing fatter, stretching outward as his hidden member throbbed and changed, rapidly gaining mass. It tickled terrifically, causing him to give up a bunch of little adorable giggles. Sion's urge for sexual relief suddenly spiked and was growing rapidly, much more quickly and intensely than before, as his young horse cock expanded rapidly in size. His light-blue fleshed balls swelled... bigger and bigger, churning madly with potent genie seed. "Ahhhh..." His legs were so wobbly that Sion had to hold onto a tree to keep from falling as those heavy equine nuts sagged between his trembling boyish thighs and his light-blue cock rose up in front of him. It flexed bigger and bigger... its medial ring jiggling into place, and his tip expanding and flaring broadly. He clenched his eyes again for a moment, clinging to the tree trunk and standing there panting, trembling right at the edge, fighting to contain himself...

A few minutes passed before Sion re-gained control of himself, slowly bringing himself back down from the height he nearly reached. He opened his eyes back up, seeing that the lonely andalusian boy had gotten up onto his knees and was trying to collect his things - schoolbooks and papers and the like that had been scattered by the bullies. He wasn't sobbing anymore, but his nose was still bleeding and although he tried his best not to stain his clothes, a few errant drips landed on his uniform shirt.

Sion's vision was still slightly blurry. He shook his head a few times, clearing his eyes, and then took a deep breath while his massive equinehood relaxed, gradually shrinking back down to a much more manageable size. The genie couldn't help but feel excited about what had just happened. He'd never experienced the tantalizing bulk and shape of an equine cock before. However, he'd just barely averted disaster once again. "I'd better not... shapeshift again, not until I find her..." the genie said to himself. He flicked his ears some more, realizing how much more high and cute his voice sounded now. It took a little getting used to. Before stepping into the clearing, Sion summoned up a school uniform that resembled the one the other boy was wearing, and then clopped over in his direction.

The young horse boy was picking up the last of his books when he saw Sion's shadow looming over him. He looked up shyly while pulling the book over to himself, hugging it against his chest a little while watching Sion with his big hazel eyes. "Ahh... s... sorry, I'm almost done," the boy said, flicking his silky white ears down submissively. He still looked a bit roughed up, muzzlecheeks still flecked with a few glistening tears, blood still dribbling from his nose, and his creamy colored mane remained a mess.

Sion blinked, stopping above the boy and watching him for a moment. "Are you okay?" he asked.

The other boy stopped gathering his things, just holding his book against his chest and sniffling a bit more painfully, a few more tears flowing as he nodded bravely.

"What's your name?" the genie asked, placing his hands on his hips and tilting his head slightly.

"N... Noel," the other boy stammered and looked down again.

Sion smiled approvingly, nodding. He liked that name... though he wasn't quite sure why it mattered to him at all. "My name's Sion... I... uhh... I saw what happened, Noel."

Noel looked back up to him, flopping his equine ears down even more, "Ohh... don't tell anyone. I don't wanna get anyone in trouble," the boy said sincerely.

As he was within close proximity with the andalusian boy, it was now easy for Sion to see right into his soul. He peered into Noel's big, adorable eyes, quickly learning the boy's heart like the back of his paw. Noel was a very good boy... actually, more than just good. He was quite pure. There was no ill will toward his tormentors or dark thoughts of any kind. Instead, the boy's thoughts were filled with simple joys and innocent dreams. The influx of purity made Sion's head feel dizzy. There was something undeniably appetizing about it... almost addictive. As he probed a little more through Noel's mind, he couldn't help sampling more of it... then a little more. Sion blushed as he realized that he was becoming excited, pulling back from the cute boy's eyes and smiling sheepishly. "Ahh... ohh... okay Noel, but... I do want to help you."

"Help me?" the boy asked while tilting his own head a little and swishing his tail.

"Yes. I... well, I know a little magic. I can make you feel better," Sion said as he gestured to Noel's bruised muzzle.

"Really? Magic?" Noel's eyes brightened up a bit, as if the boy had just been informed he was about to get a present of some kind. "I always wanted to see magic one day!"

Sion giggled again, nodding, "I know we just met... but can you trust me, Noel?"

The little horse boy nodded his head, smiling warmly and moving the book he was holding from his chest down into his lap as he relaxed for Sion.

"Good, now close your eyes." Sion watched as Noel did exactly as he was told, so obedient... Sion blushed again, shaking his head a little to clear his mind. He joined Noel on his knees and lifted his left horsepaw up to Noel's chest, gently touching the other boy, feeling his soft breathing. His other silky paw went up and rested over Noel's injured muzzle. The boy flinched just a little bit from the slight sting of pain. "Okay, Noel... this will probably tickle a good bit, but that just means my magic is working." Noel nodded slightly.

Sion summoned his aura, his body glowing again... Gradually, that glow intensified in his chest as he focused primarily on his healing power, building it up with each gentle breath that he took. Then, suddenly, a pulse of his magic flowed up through the arm reaching over Noel's muzzle. As the magic tickled into the andalusian boy, Noel blushed more and giggled, his cute fuzzy ears flicking up erectly as the energy caressed through his muzzle, rapidly healing the injury and clearing up the remaining blood. The bruise that the boy was previously sporting on his cheek faded away completely as well.

Sion smiled as he felt and watched his healing energies working their magic on the other boy. Before he finished, though, he looked up again over Noel's dirty mane and shook his head. Of course, that didn't need healing, but... well, Noel was a good boy... and Sion decided to help him a bit more. The equine genie directed a second flow of his magic up along his arm, listening to the sweet, innocent little "Ohhhs" coming from little Noel as the boy's mane sparkled with magic, the creamy colored hairs pulling taut for a moment, shedding all the dirt and grass. Then the boy's mane smoothed and softened on its own, as if it had just been brushed one thousand times by a magical comb. When the tautness released, Noel's mane bounced back into a more relaxed position, flowing naturally over the boy's shoulders with many pretty curls throughout. Sion smiled and nodded happily, pleased with his work. Gradually, the remainder of his healing energy tickled down over Noel's neck before exiting through the genie's paw on his chest.

"How does that feel, Noel?" Sion pulled his paws away from the other boy's body, resting them in his lap.

Noel opened his big eyes and gazed to Sion happily, swishing his tail quite eagerly as he responded "I don't feel any more pain! Thank you Sion," the andalusian said while leaning in to give the horse genie an innocent, boyish hug. Sion's magical pulse quickened slightly as he hugged Noel back, feeling strangely excited and yet somehow at peace at the same time. He almost didn't want Noel to let him go. "Sion, are you new at this school? Oh... ohh, where do you live?" Noel asked as he pulled back from the hug to look into the other boy's eyes.

Sion blinked a little, initially unsure of how to answer. The obvious response would be that he was just passing through. He still had a lot of traveling to do if he was going to find another genie. However, he couldn't help but be immensely curious about the boy in front of him. He wanted to learn more about Noel... and... it couldn't hurt for him to explore this concept of "school" as well. He bobbed his head a few times, "Yes Noel. I'm new here... I'm uhh... boarding at the school right now, cause my parents had to go away on a trip." He smiled at the other boy, innocently playing his paws over his belly.

Noel awed, flicking his ears down slightly, "So you're all alone here at the school right now, Sion?"

The genie nodded sheepishly... Well, there was some truth in that, anyway. "Ohh! Noel... don't tell anyone about my magic, okay? It's supposed to be a secret," Sion said while blushing.

Noel beamed and nodded, quickly gathering up his books and papers into his backpack and then standing up. He held out his paw to Sion to help the other boy up as well, "Ohh Sion, can we be friends? I would really like to be your first friend here..."

Sion smiled and nodded as he took Noel's paw and stood up with him, swishing his tail happily, "Yes, we can be best friends!"

Noel was ecstatic. There were a couple kids he could play with at school, but Sion was his very first best friend! "Oh my mom will be so glad. She wanted me to make some horse friends my age," the boy said while nodding and continuing to hold Sion's paw gently. "Since you're by yourself, you should come and sleep over tonight, Sion! You can have dinner with us and everything!"

Once he was able to ascertain what a sleep over was, Sion was quite happy and nodded to Noel, "Sure Noel!" He hadn't been sure where he was going to stay during the night hours anyway. Of course, with the vast powers at his disposal, he could go anywhere... but for right now, he just wanted to stay close to Noel. He wasn't just Sion's new best friend, but the only friend he'd had in nearly 1000 years. "I can't wait!" Sion said while clopping along with the other boy and holding paws.

~

Noel's house was a quaint little two story home about a ten minute walk from the school. Noel was still young enough that his parents expected him to take the bus, but since he had missed the bus today, his mom was quite relieved that his new friend had walked home with him.

Noel must have taken after his mom, Theresa, who was quite the petite andalusian herself, standing at a height of no more than 5'3". She was also quite doting and affectionate. As soon as the two boys entered the house, she picked Noel up and hugged him, kissing him on his forehead and cheeks while the boy giggled and squirmed, "Mom!"

"Wow Noel! Your mane looks beautiful! Did you let some of the girls in your class take care of it for you?"

Noel blushed madly, shaking his head, "Hehe no mom, I didn't do anything, honest."

She blinked, looking curiously at her son's perfectly groomed mane and ran a few fingers through the curls, as if she was half expecting it to be a wig. "Hmmm... well, maybe I just did a better job with it than I remember."

She turned then to Sion. "So, you are Noel's new best friend," Theresa said, while slowly clopping around Sion's small boyish form and inspecting him in a way that made him feel a little self-conscious. "I've never seen a vanner with blue coloring before... but it's absolutely adorable!" she said, suddenly hugging Sion up in a warm, motherly embrace that took him by surprise.

Sion practically choked as Noel's mom squeezed him so tight, like he was some cute little doll or something, -cough- "Ahh... thank you, Noel's mom."

Theresa smiled brightly and pet over Sion's own soft mane and the boy's flicking ears, "To anyone in this household, I'm just 'mom'. Even to my husband," she said with a snicker.

Sion felt very strange, standing there silently while Theresa hugged him against her bosom. Maybe it was this form that was affecting him... shapeshifting into younger or older forms often caused strange emotional side-effects. He stammered a little, "Y... yes... m... mom," barely able to get it out.

"That's a good boy," Theresa said while stroking Sion's head and his back a bit more. His cheek rested gently against the outline of her breast. In that moment, Sion felt so incredibly safe here... more so than he ever did in his life.

"Now, you two boys go wash up and get ready for dinner. We'll have Noel's favorite, sautéed vegetables, nuts, and fruit salad."

Theresa let go of Sion and patted him gently to send him off with her son, "Okay you too, remember, 10 minutes until dinner."

While Sion and Noel went together to the bathroom to wash their paws, Sion silently wondered to himself if his real mother still existed, and where she was.

Although a genie like Sion didn't actually require food for survival, he still recognized a good, tasty meal as one of life's little pleasures. It had been a very long time since he'd last enjoyed such a luxury, and so he took full advantage of it now, scarfing down at least three servings of the delicious home cooked meal. Noel's mom didn't seem at all offended by that. In fact, she seemed proud of the boy, praising Sion for his healthy appetite. On the other hand, Arturo, Noel's father seemed just as detached as his mom was doting. He barely spoke during the entire meal, his attention mostly focused on the newspaper he held in one paw.

Tristan, Noel's older teenaged brother, was much more of a curiosity to Sion. The genie briefly dove into the older boy's mind and heart, examining his thoughts and memories while they ate. He was very athletic and quite popular at his school, which was a whole different level of school from the elementary school where Noel attended, and was called "high school."

Sion could also tell that Tristan wasn't too fond of his younger brother, often seeing him as a sort of annoyance, especially when their parents left and made him cubsit for the boy. At times like that, he would rather be out hanging with his friends or trying to score with his girlfriend. The fact that his little brother was such a runt also meant that Noel didn't have a whole lot of friends at school, so he was always trying to tag along with Tristan, and Tristan would get teased for that. In turn, Tristan would often tease Noel, though, even so the younger boy still looked up to him and wanted to spend time with his big brother.

Sion was a little incensed that Tristan felt such a way toward his little brother. If he had a little brother... especially one as sweet as Noel, he would treasure and protect him! Sion's ears were a showing a good bit of pink on the insides as he became a somewhat heated over these thoughts, narrowing his gaze while looking at the teen.

At some point, Tristan caught Sion looking at him and eyed him back suspiciously. He chuckled then, feeling no reason to be threatened by the glare of a little ten year old horse boy. "Did you want something from me... uhh... Sion? Is that your name?"

Sion pulled his eyes off Tristan and flushed a little more, shaking his head and quickly thinking of something to comment on - like the athletic jacket that the older teen was wearing. "Ohh... no Tristan, I just thought your jacket was pretty cool..." he said, figuring he'd better not make any trouble with the older boy... at least not now.

Oblivious to any tension that might have been budding between them, Noel's mom smiled at all three boys and giggled, "Awww... This is just great Tristan. Now that Sion is around, I think you'll have another playmate for you and Noel next time you sit!"

Tristan just chuckled again to himself, nodding "Sure thing mom."

~

After dessert, Noel brought Sion up to his bedroom and showed the other boy his collection of video games. At first, the young gypsy vanner was just dumbfounded by the whole concept. You held a controller in your paw and pressed buttons, and then a little person in a projected image would move around and do things, like fighting monsters and the like? What was the purpose? It seemed as if the little person would just start back at the beginning once all of the monsters were dead. There didn't seem to be anything gained from this.

"Noel... how many times did you beat this... uhh... dungeon hunter game?" Sion asked, blinking and looking over at the other boy curiously while he showed him the game.

Noel smiled proudly, "Four times Sion! But, those were all single player, I never got to play it with a friend," he said as he handed the second controller over to Sion and blushed a little.

Sion smiled back a bit and nodded. "Well... it wouldn't hurt to try," he thought to himself. On the first couple of attempts, his character died pretty quickly. However, on the third attempt, he did markedly better, after drawing on some of Noel's knowledge, briefly tapping into the other boy's mind again. Reading Noel's thoughts seemed to become easier and easier each time... maybe it had something to do with the fact that Noel was starting to develop some innocent, boyish affections for him. That was plainly obvious as Sion skimmed the little andalusian's thoughts. Noel seemed very impressed by him, and was almost giddy when they held paws together.

Noel probably wasn't used to having such a good friend, Sion thought to himself. It was just an innocent, naïve little boyish crush. He also told himself that he, an all-powerful genie, was beyond such crushes. He couldn't fall into a trap like that. He was only here to make a friend. Then he would have to leave and find a genie to mate with... He told himself that again, and then focused on the game. This time, he and Noel won in two player mode and they giggled and hugged each other, pressing their warm bodies together and swishing tails.

Before it was time for bed, Noel's mother came into the room to read them a story. Noel was probably a little old for it, but the boy had such an active imagination and he just loved stories. If his mom told him he was too old, he would probably beg for her to do it anyway.

Theresa read from Noel's favorite story. It was about a cruel dragon that was forced to raise a friendly little unicorn. While they listened to the story, Noel and Sion laid together on Noel's bed, looking up at the star map that had been painted onto Noel's ceiling by the boy's dad. He had even gone to the effort of highlighting several constellations, which would glow with a gentle blue color when the lights were turned off.

After about a chapter of reading, Theresa smiled and closed up the book. "We can continue next time you sleep over, okay Sion?"

The genie boy nodded and smiled back to her as she leaned down to place a kiss on both his forehead and Noel's forehead.

"Okay, you boys can go ahead and change and go to sleep. Noel has some extra night clothes you can wear if you'd like, Sion." With that, she stood up and clopped out of the room, turning back to say "Goodnight," before closing the door behind her.

Sion kept his gaze up on the stars for a bit longer, just soaking in the relaxing feeling of watching those glowing constellations on Noel's ceiling. He flicked his ears a few times when he heard the other boy shifting on the bed, sliding off and then clopping over toward his dresser. "I think I'll wear the unicorn ones tonight," the boy said as he rifled through some pajama bottoms. "What would you like, Sion? Uhhh... wizard? Trains? Race cars?"

Sion giggled a little bit, thinking about the fact that he hadn't ever worn mortal clothes before. All of his clothes, even the most simple of garments worn during his years as a slave, were created from his magic. "Uhh... I guess... I like wizards," the boy said with a playful smile.

Noel smiled again warmly and nodded, putting the rest of the garments away and then clopping back over to present Sion with a neatly folded pajama top and bottom imprinted with wizards, staves, and magic hats. After that, the boy turned away from Sion and clopped over near the window, where silverly moonlight streamed in over his nubile form. "Uhh... you can... close your eyes if you want, while I change..." Noel said innocently while standing there and hugging his unicorn garment, looking back slightly at Sion and swishing his creamy colored tail side to side.

Sion obviously hadn't thought this through too carefully. If he had, he would have exited the room while Noel was getting ready to change. Now... it was a bit too late for that. He gulped audibly, shaking his head a little... then nodding, confused... "O... okay" he squeaked softly, gripping onto the wizardly night clothes and clenching his eyes hard.

Noel giggled adorably when he saw Sion acting so silly. Then he started to slowly remove his school outfit. He started with the white button down uniform shirt, which was already untucked, carefully popping off each of the buttons, exposing the milky white fuzz of his smooth young chest as the shirt fluttered open. As he shouldered that off, the silvery light of the moon played over Noel's bare chest, shoulders and soft, cute belly, giving his pristine white fuzz a healthy looking gleam.

Sion took a deep breath as he felt his magical pulse picking up dramatically... Closing his eyes did him absolutely no good. He was a genie, and his eyelids were merely artificial manifestations. He could still see everything... He could smell everything too...

Noel shook his creamy colored mane, making the soft, perfect curls bounce side to side over his shoulders as moonlight trickled through the hairs as well, highlighting them. The fact that Sion had made the other boy's mane that pretty himself just made him that much more excited. He knew he could make Noel even more beautiful than that if he wanted to. His cheeks and ears burned, blushing so hotly. Sion's school slacks were starting to bulge considerably at the crotch... "Oh gosh..." he thought to himself, shaking his head... "No... not yet..."

That was all before Noel had even started playing with the buttons of his navy blue school shorts. The shorts were fairly conservative, loose and a bit long on the thighs. In back, his long flowy tail poked through a hole in the garment before flowing down the backs of his legs. With the button undone, and zipper drawn down slowly, the crotch of Noel's soft cotton undies came into view. The bulge from his equine boyhood was plump but snug... very cute, perhaps slightly larger than a non-equine boy would be, but quite modest for a horse of his age. Noel shimmied the shorts slowly down from his hips with one paw, while his other reached back and carefully pulled his tail free from the hole. Noel bent over then while pushing the shorts down to his lightly shining hooves, a slight bit of blush on his cheeks. His hips had that perfect, voluptuous curve to them that was standard for all equines, but with the softness of his coltish youth. His butt, likewise, looked plush and squeezable, the curvy cheeks quivering slightly as they lifted up into the moonlight. His modest equine package swayed ever so slightly in the snug basket of his undies, while he wiggled his hips a bit and then stood back up slowly, stepping his hooves out from his shorts.

Sion's equine nostrils flared up, breathing more quickly now, taking in Noel's pure, coltish scent just as surely as if he had his muzzle squished right against the other boy's crotch. He kept reminding himself that this wasn't supposed to happen like this... not with Noel. His emotions were so confused though, even as he shook his head and told himself no, he kept thinking about himself holding the other boy in his arms. And his body... he'd managed to stop it twice before, but this time... this time Sion felt like he was probably beyond containment... one thousand years of denial... his body simply could not be denied anymore.

He fidgeted his little equine paws over his chest and flicked his ears down, blushing hotly and panting as he watched little Noel starting to wriggle the undies off. They edged down his hips inch by inch, and then suddenly the horse boy's cute, mottled flare popped into view, hanging slightly out from the folds of his plump, shiny black sheath. The boy eased the undies down farther, allowing his equally shiny black coltish balls to flop into view as well. Once again, Noel bent over to work the garment down to his hooves, only this time the moonlight was caressing over the supple flesh of his young equinehood hanging out between his thighs and the boy's lightly swaying nuts.

Sion's school slacks started to creak... he could feel the fibres of his undies beginning to tear underneath as his equine boyhood grew bigger... bigger... His tongue stuck out of his mouth a little, the boy panting and feeling almost drunk with pleasure at the sensation of his glorious equine cock expanding more and more with each and every pulse of his magical heart. He moaned erotically as his undies ripped in several places, the crotch of his slacks stretching out obscenely from the boy's body, visibly throbbing with the fat equine girth. "C... can't... stop..." Sion drooled, the pleasure spiking by leaps and bounds with every further spasm of growth.

By now, Noel had realized something was wrong with his friend. He blinked, watching Sion wriggle on the bed like that as if he were fighting something, listening to his erotic moans... watching with his eyes very wide as the other boy's crotch bulge grew astonishingly huge. "S... Sion..." Noel blushed hotly, his creamy tail swishing across the boy's naked flanks as he clopped slightly closer, only exposing the genie boy to a closer view of his perfect, nude coltish form.

Finally, Sion's school slacks began to tear around the crotch and thighs, fabric ripping open in several places and exposing the impossibly fat, light-blue horse flesh, or the soft fuzz of his creamy thighs. Sion clenched his eyes again, moreso to prevent his friend from looking into them and to hide his embarrassment. He breathed quickly, shuddering... curling his digits and tensing up his entire body as the throbbing of his giant maleness peaked... Then, suddenly the trembling vanner boy cried out as his pants just ripped violently apart all along his crotch and thighs as his shiny blue horsecock rocketed outward, at least twenty two inches worth of equine perfection jerking out into the open air before flopping heavily over the edge of the bed with a loud thump.

Sion was incredibly self-conscious now... ashamed. His heart was pounding wildly. He didn't want Noel to see him like this... and he wasn't sure what was about to happen. His climax was approaching... even without him touching himself, it was inching closer every second. As his pants ripped further, his thighs spread apart from the continued expansion of his giant, blue-fleshed balls. They'd already plumped up to the size of heavy melons, and were still gaining mass as his potent genie seed churned with ever greater pressure within him.

"Sion..." Noel repeated tentatively, standing right at the side of the bed now, one paw reaching down to touch at Sion's chest, "What... what happened Sion?" the young andalusian asked, his gentle hazel eyes gazing up and down over Sion's body, repeatedly looking in awe over the other youth's massive boyparts. He was confused... but, he didn't seem afraid. Instead, he could tell that Sion was suffering somehow and he wanted to help. Sion opened his eyes back up slowly, gazing back up to Noel and remembering... this boy's heart was pure.

"Noel, I'm... I'm not... -pant pant- a normal... boy..." Sion groaned and felt another massive spasm of pleasure, ticking him that much closer to the violent climax he knew was coming. His giant-sized horse cock flexed erotically as the spasm passed through him, forcing it to grow again, pushing it easily over two feet of length. He dripped a few tears down his cheeks... he didn't want to hurt his first friend. "I... can't control it..."

Noel's innocent young mind raced as he looked up and down Sion's trembling body again... He understood that the other boy was talking about his giant maleness, but he wasn't sure exactly what he meant by "control." The young colt flicked his ears desperately, recognizing that something was about to happen. "Maybe... maybe I can help you control it..." Noel said in a whisper, his whole body prickling with nervousness as he bent down and picked up Sion's huge floppy cock, holding it up against his own soft-fuzzed belly and chest, sort of hugging it and feeling it throbbing mightily against him.

Sion's eyes went wide as he watched what Noel was about to do. He then quickly clenched them, focusing just enough power to create a barrier around the boy's bedroom, hoping to reduce the collateral damage of his impending eruption. However, something amazing happened between the two boys, as Noel's touch seemed to have the exact opposite effect. Instead of totally losing it, Sion somehow felt like he was actually gaining control. He opened his eyes back up, watching Noel's little coltish form hugging onto his heavy horsecock like some kind of huge fleshy pillow, his shaft's powerful throbbing beginning to line up with Noel's heartbeat. "Ohh... yess..." Sion moaned softly, his arousal increased greatly at this sight, and yet, he was still under control. The genie's mind raced again, trying to understand what this meant. He blushed and shivered, and then smiled as a wave of enlightenment suddenly washed over him... it all made sense. He could control it because it was being focused somewhere... on someone.

Noel wasn't sure what exactly had happened, but he could tell that he had helped Sion... The other boy didn't look afraid anymore. Instead, he looked joyful somehow. He kept Sion's big shaft pressed against his little body, squeezing it gently. This seemed to be what was helping his friend, as he saw Sion tremble and moan again.

"Ohhh... YEssss... Noel, you can... help," Sion said, looking excited but nervous, realizing the path he was about to set them on. It couldn't be helped now, though. This was the only path available. Sion suddenly reached his arms around the young boy's hips, pulling him gingerly back up onto the bed, positioning Noel so that he was straddling Sion's chest, with his front facing Sion's crotch and his plump young butt facing Sion's head. Sion flicked his ears down in anticipation, "Do that... again... please, keep squeezing it..."

Noel flushed hotly and nodded, "Y... yes Sion..." he said, his voice still so sweet, helpful, obedient... He squeezed the giant genie cock again, and this time he pressed and stroked one paw up and down over the belly of the big shaft, massaging the shiny blue flesh from base to tip with his delicate digits. That was more than enough for Sion's magical pre-cum to start bursting out from the wide flare in big, sloppy shots. The glistening, translucent goo splashed over Noel's chest and shoulders, splattering the boy numerous times on his neck, and drooling down both of his sides... and that was just from the first few pumps.

Noel wasn't sure what this stuff was. It was just splashing and oozing out all over him though, quickly icing the whole front of the little colt boy's body from his soft pretty white neck down to his trembling hips and crotch. It felt extremely tingly, like the magic Sion had used on him earlier, but much more concentrated. It started to make him tickle a lot again, everywhere it touched, getting some more sweet giggles from the boy that seemed to make Sion even more aroused. After the first couple of those cute giggles, he could feel Sion's massive shaft grow larger, pushing up higher on the boy's chest and slapping against him intimately.

Not only did this strange goo make Noel really tingly, but it also smelled amazingly good... sweet, like candy. He flicked his ears down again, trembling more as he wasn't sure that he was supposed to taste another boy like this, but he just couldn't help himself... He gently cupped Sion's massive flare up close to his muzzle and then curiously dragged his tongue over the sloppy urethra opening, scooping up a healthy amount of the tingly pre and swallowing it. It tasted just as good as the scent, and sent a wave of warm tingles down the boy's throat and belly as he slurped on it. Noel swished his tail up above Sion's head then as he leaned forward a bit more, lifting his perky colt ass a bit and pressing his lips over the fat urethra slit. He closed his eyes and kissed at it tenderly, and then suckled and squeezed again at Sion's huge girth as he was fed a sudden massive pump of magic pre-cum, more than enough to bulge the boy's throat and swell his tummy slightly.

Sion's eyes hazed up as he watched and felt Noel cuddling up with his massive cock, hugging it, squeezing it, nuzzling and kissing at it. The pleasure was unbelievable. He watched his pre-cum splattering all over the little horse boy's body, coating him with slickness and causing the pretty boy's coat to not only gleam in the moonlight, but sparkle magically. Sion groaned and drooled again, "OHhhh yes... yes... yes Noel... don't stop..." he murmured while watching the other boy close his lips over the urethra slit and suck down several big, powerful shots of his magic fluid. He rocked his own hips as much as he could, making the giant blue shaft jiggle up and down in Noel's embrace while it fed the hungry colt again and again. At the same time, Sion watched Noel's quivering colt butt presenting itself up in front of his face. He reached around to the front of the boy, gathering up several layers of his sparkly pre-cum on his pawdigits and then slopped them right up into the boy's buttcheeks, two digits pressing right against the little tight pucker hiding underneath his tail and beginning to stretch it. It was so tiny now... virgin, but Sion knew that was about to change... dramatically.

Sion pumped his pre-cum soaked digits against Noel's little ring, getting it nice and wet and sloppy with his tingly fluid. Then he pulled his paw out from the colt's butt with another slop, and reached around, gathering even more pre. He shoved his paw back into the boy's shivering butt, this time working three slippery digits against Noel's more gooey, webbed up pucker now, gradually stretching it wider and wider until all three of them could plunge back and forth inside of the boy with relative ease.

He heard the little colt whimpering and making muffled moans over his flaretip while he stretched the boy, and in reply he gave Noel another little hip-thrust for good measure, slapping his muzzle with the slippery flare and feeding him another excessively rich pump of pre-fluid. It was too much, and Noel had to pull his muzzle off the flare early, causing his cute face to get a large gooey splash of the stuff, sparkly strands of pre drizzling off his ears and cheeks. Noel seemed like he just couldn't swallow any more of it at this point. His tummy was already bulging, and instead he just hugged again affectionately on Sion's big shaft, dragging his tongue over the side of the flare a couple times.

Sion's gaze was fixed on Noel's cheeky horse butt. The boy was much closer now... He soaked his whole paw with his magic-infused pre, and then pushed it under the whimpering boy's tail. He pushed all of his digits against the tiny black fleshed pucker, and watched the shiny ring yawn massively around his whole paw. He gasped a little, watching it slopping in and swallowed up by the gaping coltpucker, which then contracted snugly around his wrist. Then he pulled back, once again, the boy's ring stretching massively before the paw plopped all the way back out. Then that slippery black pucker clenched all the way back down to its tiny size, like elastic. Now he was ready...

"Noel..." Sion gingerly pulled the other boy off from his chest, sitting Noel onto the bedding next to him as he sat up as well. His huge blue snake continued to throb eagerly between his legs while he gazed into the other boy's eyes, cupping gently at his hips. Noel's tummy was already swelling with Sion's magic pre-cum, and the boy's whole body was practically coated with the stuff, making him continue to sparkle in the dim moonlight. "Will you be my vessel?" The moment that the customary words left Sion's mouth, he felt a great shiver throughout his body. Would they be punished for breaking the taboo? What would result from this? Would Noel even... reject him? His magic pulse was pattering wildly.

Noel was feeling a bit dizzy... light headed. He wasn't exactly sure of what he had done to help Sion, but whatever it was, it felt wonderful. Sion had done things to him as well, changing him a little. His butt tickled almost orgasmically, feeling so sensitive that he moaned sweetly at the slightest touch to his quivering equine cheeks. He also felt Sion's magic tingling across the surface of his body and buzzing outwardly from his tummy, dazzling his senses both inside and out. It wasn't clear how he knew the customary response, but it came from the boy's lips all the same while he gazed back into Sion's eyes, "Yes... Sion, please make me your vessel."

Sion's magical heart danced within him... after all of this time, his mate... He was giddy, his paws on Noel's hips spinning the boy around, laying him back with his head in his big pillows. He lifted Noel's legs up high, rolling the coltish boy back with his legs folded over him and his butt exposed. Noel blushed while gazing up to him, ready to receive everything...

Sion kept Noel's body folded back with one paw, while guiding his massive flaretip to the boy's tiny black pucker with the other. The genie panted and squeezed his shaft just under that big tip, and then gave it a firm shove with his paw, watching Noel's tiny little black ring beginning to yawn again...

"Ohhyes..." the vanner boy moaned as he watched it stretch... bigger... bigger... bigger, yet so tight. He heard Noel moaning with every little bit of stretching, the boy's innocent moans growing louder and louder the bigger he was forced. Sion was barely able to contain his giddiness. Noel was only halfway stretched over his flare, but even that was gigantic. Before he stretched the other boy farther, he leaned down his muzzle to Noel's glistening neck, kissing and nibbling at his soft flesh while the genie's heavy shaft flexed repeatedly, pumping massive squirts of his magical pre-cum directly into Noel's gaping pucker.

Noel was becoming outrageously sloppy now, pre-cum splattering and drizzling out around the sides of the soaked flare-tip as Sion wriggled and pressed it harder. More of the slippery stuff splurted into the boy... then more, his insides stretching and bloating with the magical liquid pressure, getting a few adorable little squeals of pleasure out of him. Sion's paw started pumping the flare back and forth and back and forth rapidly now, plunging Noel with that giant, slick blue flesh, forcing the boy's huge black ring to dimple in and out sloppily, squeezing and squelching loudly over the soaking wet tip. Suddenly, without any warning, the massive flaretip just popped right into Noel, locking Sion's jerking heat within him. "Ohhhhh!!" Noel cried out, his insides swelling obscenely with the genie's cocktip finally within him. Sion almost giggled as he was able to force the other boy to adapt to his size, watching the pronounced quivering of little Noel's hugely stretched pucker flesh over the massive blue meat, while the boy's small taint was forced to bulge out in a very strange, lewd manner from the flare's intense pressure.

Now that he was locked within his vessel, Sion started by feeding another dozen or so enormous pumps of magical pre into his drooling mate, coating every last internal surface of the blushy horse boy, slickening him to an utterly indescribable level. The genie seemed determined that his mate would accept every last inch of that gigantic horse cock of his. Sion started nibbling again at Noel's neck while rolling his hips, beginning to slosh the immense blue girth back and forth in the boy's eagerly clenching ring. With every firm thrust, Sion could feel the sloppy backpressure around his throbbing equinehood, resisting it just enough to create an intensely blissful massage over every inch of the wet slapping flesh.

Noel lay back with his head nestled into his pillows, legs folded up over him and his little equine paws on the boy's chest, playing over each other as he moaned softly with every one of those short, incredibly wet slaps of the genie's hyper horse cock within the his now hyper stretched pucker. Even without the soaking wet thrusts, the sensation of that enormous flare filling out the trembling boy's cavernous puckered flesh was beyond anything little Noel could have imagined. His modest equine boyhood jerked up and down inadequately with every powerful throb of the genie's shaft within him, the glistening mottled flesh still soaked in Sion's pre-cum, flinging strands of it losely over his tummy, while his little black-fleshed colt balls bounced between the boy's thighs on each of Sion's thrusts.

The other boy clearly wasn't satisfied with just these short, little slapping thrusts though... soon Sion began to ram more and more of that monstrosity within Noel's tingling little body, eliciting several more adorable squeals as new parts of the blushing boy were forced to grow and adapt to hyper-sized dimensions. Noel didn't quite understand what was happening inside of him, but his body seemed eager... even greedy for more. "Ohhh... S... Sion..." he called out, gazing dizzily at the glowing constellations on his ceiling, feeling his insides tingling and molding in strange new directions with every further gulp of his sopping wet pucker over the genie's cock. Sion's massive coltmaker seemed flexible well beyond anything of the natural world, and Noel could feel its immense bulk curving and twisting within him like some giant tentacle, pressing against every single point of sensitivity, making the little colt bulge and swell in intensely erotic ways that should be impossible for a normal boy.

"Yessss.... all... all of it, my vessel," Sion was drooling a little on Noel's neck again as he pushed and pulled the slick, wet girth of his medial ring back and forth, kissing it repeatedly with Noel's hot, slippery pucker lips. The genie's pleasure was just otherworldly, surging through not only his physical form but his magical, astral one as well. He felt his raw power growing... building... feeding off the wild sexual energies flowing between the two of them. He hunched a bit more over Noel, squeezing the young boy in a tighter embrace and starting to pound him harder, more than two thirds of his nearly two and a half foot horsecock stuffing into the little colt, bulging the boy impossibly, his tummy looking ridiculously pregnant with Sion's cock. Sion was so close now, his massive balls pulling up... then expanding again in size against the squeaking bed as they churned and pulsed with his nearly infinite backed-up essence, begging for release.

He was even more determined to be fully inside of his mate now, halting his sloppy thrusts momentarily, kneeling and scooping the other boy up with both arms so that he was elevated just above Sion's crotch, his thighs squeezed around Sion's sides and the boy's arms looped over his shoulders for support. They gazed into each other's eyes adoringly and Sion resumed thrusting, bouncing Noel up and down and up and down in his embrace while the glistening, wet boy rode atop of his cock, his slick, swollen white ass gradually sliding farther and farther down until it was slapping with very loud, wet schlopping noises against Sion's crotch. This was it... Sion was practically bouncing right off the bed as he slapped his soaking crotch with the cute boy's soaked butt harder... faster...

Within seconds, the moment of climax finally hit, and Sion was overwhelmed by this godlike surge of power... the heavenly pleasures that had been denied to him so long. He cried with the intense elation, never having imagined the extreme nature of this bliss. Creation was at his disposal, creation which he funneled into his vessel, as would any male genie. He felt the cosmic energies flowing with the physical manifestation of his essence, gushing through his enormous shaft, swelling it once more as it throbbed and jerked... Then his sparkling seed began to blast within Noel with such force that the genie had to hold the boy securely against his crotch to keep him from being forced off by the immense pressure. Sion clutched onto Noel tightly, lightly bucking their crotch and butt together in unison while not allowing even a millimeter of separation... his vessel would take every last surge of his essence without spilling a drop.

Noel's innocent boyish mind was instantly overwhelmed by the surge of essence and power overfilling him, and the volume rich genie cum pumping wildly inside of him. He squealed again... dizzy, squirming, his pleasure rising and peaking, and then peaking again, and again and again, well beyond his control, all before that first blast was even half way through. By the time that first pump was over, Noel was delirious, his vision blurred and filled with strange colors and swirling energies. He clung to Sion, shaking as his body was infused with the genie's seed, filling him in ways that were impossible to comprehend. Sion's second blast hit him, and Noel's already ridiculous belly bulge grew even bigger, though somehow Noel knew he could take more... much more. He limply pressed against Sion's body, accepting that second flood of the genie's cum, a third... a fourth... a fifth. The boy quickly lost count, and Sion just kept bucking their joined crotch and butt together, plunging Noel relentlessly while erupting a few dozen more times.

Sion watched Noel blushing and crying out as the boy was filled so many times... And yet, he didn't spill a drop of his seed, just as the genie had desired. What a wonderous vessel, Sion thought, even as he continued to pound the boy's wet, glistening form. He couldn't imagine why this was taboo. He leaned in, licking over Noel's cheeks as a few tears of joy dripped from his eyes, his body having achieved perfect bliss as Sion's vessel. Then Sion pulled his muzzle back, coming back down from his godly high, and realizing that nearly three hours had passed since he began taking the willing colt. He could have probably kept cumming for hours more, but Noel would have to go to school the next day... even as his vessel, the boy wasn't free of mortal concerns like Sion was. Eventually, Sion slowed his bucking, allowing the flood of his essence pouring into Noel to reduce down to a trickle... and then nothing.

The two boys embraced for many minutes more before Noel's vision finally began to clear back up and he looked to Sion with his soft hazel eyes, showing a great deal more affection. Sion could also see a gentle glow to them, which seemed to go along with the light, shimmering aura that surrounded Noel's body now. Sion could sense his magic coursing through every part of Noel, merged with every fiber of the boy's being. It made him feel very giddy, his massive horse cock still hilted within the boy's body flexing and wiggling within him, making Noel gasp and moan adorably.

The genie smiled brightly, keeping himself stuffed into his vessel while he pulled him under the covers, leaving them locked in that sensual embrace while they laid their heads on the pillows, facing each other. Noel looked exhausted, giving Sion such a sweet little happy smile as his big cute eyes looked on sleepily, barely staying open. Sion held him, stroking him and brushing a paw through his hair. "Noel... I'm going to show you so many amazing things..." Sion said confidently. Noel blushed sweetly, nodding and then gradually closing his eyes all of the way, "I can't wait... Goodnight, Sion."