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Year of the Horse (Slave) for DrakeHavok by Draconicon

It was a fairly normal day when a strange surge of magic interrupted Draconicon's normal experiments. Considering that he was used to average bumps and disturbances from other mages in the city, he was rather shocked when something got past his shields, and he decided to spend the day devoting his attention to the source. He canceled his appointments, called out to the few friends he had and told them not to bother him, and then locked himself in his lab.

Of course, locking only works so long as someone isn't knocking on the door, and he'd barely started his scrying spells before someone started thumping on it like the world was ending. Which, considering the average occasion driving someone to visit him, was technically possible.

He ignored it for as long as he could, but soon the noise became too annoying to tune out. Sighing, he walked away from his crystal ball and opened the door, only to see a white horse standing there.

"Um, hello. Do I know you?"

"It's me, Drac."

"It's...who?"

"Me. Havok."

The black dragon looked up and down the horse's body. Havok was a white dragon friend, but he supposed it was technically possible. He looked back up, arching an eyebrow at the ill-dressed equine.

"Could you give me a bit of proof?"

"I was over here and we played with that Deck of Perverted Things a week ago."

"Yep, you're him. Come in."

He stepped out of the way, watching the horse as he walked in. Now that he was seeing him in motion, it was clear that Havok was in a new body. He didn't walk like a horse, and was probably getting used to the new hooves, not to mention whatever else he had. Draconicon closed the door - not wanting to lose some of the preservation the stale air allowed his lab - and turned to the horse.

"Let me guess. You started reading a zodiac book?"

"Yeah, but -"

"Written by le Maniel?"

"How did you -"

"And you turned into a horse when you reached the 'year of the' pages?"

"...Okay, you're scary."

Draconicon chuckled a bit, shaking his head.

"No, just doing a lot of guessing. Considering that surge earlier, it had to be a pretty powerful bit of magic to get past my shields, and I shudder to think of what you've done to others. I imagine there's quite a few herds forming as we speak."

"Oh geez...Is there any way that you can change me back?"

"Do you really want to? I mean, you're probably packing a lot more down there, and you're definitely bigger physically than you used to be."

"Just...change me back, huh? I didn't mean to do this."

"Alright. Strip down; I need to examine the spell aura without interference."

He didn't, really, but he always loved the excuse, and Havok knew little enough about magic that he always bought it. The dragon walked around the white horse as his body was exposed, and licked his lips at some of the features that had changed. Big leathery balls as big as his fist, a cock that was probably as long and thick as his forearm, and a big bouncy butt that was as squishy as it was muscled; really, it was a nice change to see.

Draconicon reached down, groping the stallion's ass a bit before he pulled himself together. Glancing over the spell markers that were left behind, he could see that it was a simple, if powerful, spell. It could probably be dismantled relatively easily. That was the main weakness of trap spells like that; they consumed so much power that making them complex was just about out of the question. They had to be simple, or they'd die out long before they could be useful as traps.

But he had other plans.

Shaking his head as if frustrated, Draconicon walked over to his desk on the other side of the crystal ball. He grabbed a book and sat down, putting his feet up on the table. He heard a small snort, and looked up, over the edge of his book and past his toes.

"Problem?"

"Uh, just...could you put your feet down, please? Maybe?"

"I'm reading up on your problem. If you don't want to look, you can always look somewhere else."

Not that he would. Draconicon knew Havok too well; dragon or horse, the little guy always liked looking at a nice pair of soles. He wouldn't look away, and that would let the dragon do just what he wanted.

As he always did when sitting down, Draconicon started to sway his feet from side to side. The ankles were always connected, but the sole and toes would part, then click together again, his feet spreading apart, then coming together once more. Out then in, out then in, they moved, and on the occasion that he looked over the edge of the book, the dragon could see the white horse still looking.

With a bit of magic, he started making words appear on the bottoms of his feet. Never for long, never for enough time for Havok to question them, just long enough for them to slip into the horse's subconscious. Words like "Slave", "Obey", "Worship", and other things like that which would give Havok new...direction.

After a few minutes, he looked over at the horse again. Havok was still staring at him, but his cock was also starting to grow from his sheath. Draconicon smiled at the slowly erecting horse cock, admiring the sheer size that always came with the equine species. One reason why they were so loved, he supposed.

The words changed again. "Foot Lover", "Cock Sucker", "Anal Slut" and others all appeared on his feet, and he could see that Havok was starting to mouth the words as they popped up, the subconscious prodding along with playing with the former dragon's fetish was definitely getting to him. Draconicon smiled, pulling his feet together rather hard, and with enough of an impact thud to make the horse snap out of his trance.

"Well, I've been looking over the books."

"A-and? What did you find?"

"I think you may be stuck in that for a while, little Foot Lover."

The stallion blushed, and Draconicon smiled as the white horse's eyes fell on his feet. The dragon waved them back and forth, teasingly, waiting until the horse seemed to really get it through his head what was said.

"W-wait. You said I'd be like this...for a while? Why?"

"Because, my obedient little cock-sucker, I have need of a good little anal slut for myself. And here you are, Foot Lover. Why should I give that up?"

With each repetition of a word or phrase that had been on his soles, Draconicon could see the stallion getting more and more worked up. That massive cock was just throbbing with need, oozing on the ground as the horse blushed. Draconicon lifted his hand, and waved for the stallion to come closer. Obediently, Havok did just that, and the dragon smiled as he felt the tip of the stallion's cock touch his feet.

"I've often wondered how it would feel to play with something like that between my feet. Stand still. I want to play with that for a while."

The horse stood absolutely still, though Havok was still blushing as Draconicon turned his legs inwards, pushing his arches against the edges of the stallion's cock. He was surprised at just how smooth the shaft was, and slowly dragged his feet along it, the contrast of black feet against the pink and white cock flesh quite dramatic.

He pressed one foot against the side of the shaft, and ground his sole against the tip, grinding the oozing head into the arch and ball of his foot. He chuckled as he felt his foot get smothered in pre, but kept it up, looking up at the stallion's face again.

"Look at you, so helpless, so horny. I bet you'd like to stay right there, a horny stallion for your master. Be a good little slave and indulge any of your master's curiosities. How does it feel, having my feet on your cock?"

"Mmph...I love it, master..."

"Heh, I know you do, Foot Lover. You love everything that I do with you."

Chuckling, he pushed the stallion's cock up against his belly, dragging the heel of one foot against the horse's balls, while curling the toes of his other foot around the head of the shaft. The spongy flare just oozed more and more pre, making everything slimier and slimier as he played with that thick cock.

He drew moan after moan out of the horse, putting pressure on the shaft and almost using his feet like rolling pins to shove more and more of the musky slime out of the horse's cock. It was a perfect oil for his feet, making them feel smooth and well tended to. He'd have to do this more often, he decided; keep the horse underfoot for part of each day so he could 'moisturize' his feet with this special oil.

After both of his feet were utterly saturated with horse pre, with the slime oozing in strings between his toes and squelching every time that he 'stood' on the shaft, Draconicon finally pulled his feet away. With Havok humping the air in front of his desk, the dragon walked around his desk and joined his playful stallion, grabbing him by the hips. As he adjusted his footing, the pre coating his feet squelched, leaving lines of goo running from floor to sole.

"Little Foot Lover, little Anal Slut. You want to be my little slave so badly, don't you?"

"Yes...yes master."

"Then bend over. It's time for me to take you."

The horse immediately bent forward, and Draconicon licked his lips at the sight of that hot little pucker waiting for him, so inviting between those two fleshy cheeks. He squeezed them, jiggling them before opening his robe and letting out his own cock. The foot long shaft throbbed and drooled, and he slowly lined it up with the horse's hole. He had to stand on tiptoe for it, and he felt the special 'oil' on his soles rolling down in droplets, connected in strings to the floor.

"Do you want it?"

"Yes, master."

"Then take it," he muttered as he slammed in. He'd restore Havok, eventually...but until then, he was going to enjoy the hell out of having a horse slave.

The End