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Master of the Reins For Repanbo By Draconicon

As time wore on in the world above, mortals capable of summoning the powers of demons gradually declined. Few were the words that reached out to the lower realms, and of those that did, they went to the succubi and incubi, to the soldiers and the shades, to the weaklings that had but one purpose, fulfilled quickly and then dismissed once more. The few mortals brazen enough to keep a demon on the plane above were quick to learn how problematic such an arrangement was, and if they survived it, they never did it again.

Shadolm had watched and waited for the next summoning that would come to his part of the demon realms, and the great black-haired horse sat upon his throne patiently for year upon year. For what is time to one immortal, one might ask, and Shadolm would have said 'Time is but a turn in the greater game.'

For he had his plans, and he had his plots, as did all demons. His, however, were less filled with action, and more filled with patience. He had time to kill, and more than enough of it to waste on trivial pursuits between the stages of his plots.

So, between the day when a soul was born into the world and the day when it would grow to an age of harvest, laden with magical experience and great influence in the world above, he responded to a summons that was meant for one of the lesser horse demons in his herd.

It was a simple thing for a demon lord to reach out to a spell from the mortal realm and twist it. Shadolm had done it many times over the course of his long existence, at times from boredom, at times from need. Feeling that the summoner had merely wished a distraction from the mortal drudgery, Shadolm decided to provide that distraction himself. Grasping at the magic spell as it entered his realm, he pulled it towards him rather than towards the great, muscular beast in the field, and connected it to his inner being. The powerful summons pulled on him like a fishing line, and he rode it from the great fields of Hell to the mortal planes once more.

The horse demon stepped free of the summoning circle, stretching his arms over his head as he seemed to unfold himself from the blackness from which he'd come. Arms of rolling muscle appeared first, followed by his head and his mane of rolling, crackling red flames. His eyes opened, surveying the room as his torso followed, and then his legs, thick and powerful from the long runs of eternity. A golden chestplate appeared as light itself twisted to give him garments, followed by a yellow loincloth that was faded with smoke about his waist.

As he took form, he took in the room around him. A small chamber, little more than a cell, but covered in little spell circles, runes, and at the twisted center of a mass of lines of power. The stallion smiled ever so slightly; someone had tried very hard to prepare for what they were pulling from the great depths, but he doubted that they were ready for what they had managed to snare instead.

He stretched, growing to his full height of over seven feet tall, his mane and his tail alike swishing and burning with living fire. Shadolm crossed his arms over his chest, finally looking down at the summoner before him.

It was a dragon, he realized, though not the sort of dragons that he had dealt with before. Rather than being bestial and brutish, animalistic and heavy with muscle, hunters all, this one looked more akin to the one that they would hunt. Rounded with curves in the hips and rump, the dragon slowly stood up, adjusting a leather hat atop his head. It was rather amusing to see the uncovered ass of the little drake, as well, seeing how he seemed completely at ease with his own bottoming sexuality and sensuality.

Then the drake looked up at him, and Shadolm chuckled, recognizing the green-speckled pink drake at last.

"Ah, Gann. It has been some time, has it not?" the horse asked.

"Oh, um, it's you. I didn't think - well, that is to say, I was aiming for -"

"One of my herd. Yes. I noticed, little dragon."

Shadolm took a step forward, smiling even as his foot pressed down on the ritual circle that had been placed around the summoning point. The demon's power rushed through his flesh, burning through the safety spells that were meant to bind him, to force obedience, to push him to his knees in submission. Such things were not powerful enough to handle a demon lord, and never would be.

The white-painted circle twisted, becoming dark and red, pulsing like the blood through the body. Shadolm huffed softly at the exertion of power, sending his own might through the white lines, through the floor and up the walls. In short order, the binding spells were flipped on their heads, and he knew that if he so chose, he could use them to bring the full brunt of his power to bear on the little dragon in front of him.

He flexed a finger, and the dragon in his little ass-less chaps gasped, arching his back and thrusting his chest forward, standing on one foot. Shadolm smiled to himself, flexing another, and the dragon started to march in position.

"It seems that there's more than one little 'pony' in this stable," he said, stepping out of the circle completely. A scald mark formed on his sole from burning through the magic, but it healed swiftly, almost as if it had never been. "The things that I could do to one that was so...brazen...as to thing that he could handle one of my stallions...I should put you through your paces for that."

A gentle finger traced a line along the dragon's lips, a simple leather bridle taking form along his cheeks, around his snout, over his tongue. Gann gasped, of course, but that was all the more fun.

He chuckled to himself, giving the drake a soft kiss on his forehead as he circled around behind him.

"Summoning a demon with such gaps in your defenses. Tsk, tsk, tsk...one might almost think you wished to be corrupted...but surely, such a fine student of two powerful dragons wouldn't dare think to risk himself like that...no matter how fine his form..."

"Mmmph...mmm-hnnn-mmm..."

"Hush."

He gently pulled on the reins from behind, both drawing the dragon's head back and pulling him close, the pair of them pressed hip to hip, ass to cock. The horse's sheath swelled beneath his loincloth, and he leaned down, whispering past the hat.

"You summoned me, my little colt...You must know what it means to summon the demon lord of horses..."

There was no response, probably because the smaller drake didn't know what to say. He smiled, slowly stroking his free hand along the dragon's cheek, running his fingers along the other male's jawline, teasing him ever so gently with what he could have, what he might have, what he would probably have.

His touch carried heat with it, and he could feel Gann breaking out in a sweat, see the fine droplets running along his scales, shining him like a colt that had been let out for a run and overexerted itself. The demon lord smiled, gently rubbing that in, giving his little 'colt' a nose-kiss to the back of the neck.

"Such a foolish little colt. But don't worry...I'm here to teach you how to handle yourself...properly..."

He heard the boy's excitement, and it was just as warm and eager as he had expected. Colts were always ruled by their bodies, always thinking themselves invincible until they ran into something that was stronger or faster than them. They were the most confident creatures in the world...

Until they weren't.

He gently pulled on the reins again, dragging the bridle back, holding the drake's tongue pinned with it as he stroked the dragon's throat gently. He whispered softly, hushing him as the smaller male shivered beneath his fingers.

"Hush, hush...you summoned someone that knows what they're doing...that's all..."

Chuckling softly, he twisted the reins in an experienced way, turning the half-dressed dragon 'colt' towards the door. He marched him slowly, making sure that he did a proper lift of the knees, a proper walk and march and strut with every step forward. The door opened for them with a gesture of his free hand, and he walked Gann through the hallways.

They were empty, unsurprisingly, and they were not warded against his power. Yet, as a courtesy, the demon lord of all horses kept his power contained. This was not his realm, nor was it one that he wished to contaminate. Not yet, at least; this was a place of power, and this little drake had a master here, a person that he served.

A pity, in a way. The young man would make a good colt for real, and the idea of giving him a proper mane - provided that he did well with his lessons - stuck out for the stallion lord. Yet, for now, he would be courteous. He had been invited by one person, after all, not a collection of them, and he would not spread his corruption where he had not been invited.

As they walked, he complimented Gann, whispering little praise for the 'colt's stance, for the way that he walked, for the way that he did not hesitate when he was given proper direction. He ran his free hand along the dragon colt's form, rubbing his hips softly as they paused at the turns.

"Such a lovely little one...you believe that you can take it, and that confidence is important for a colt, for a proper pony...but you will have to show me whether you have the skill to do it..."

He flexed his shaft beneath his loincloth, feeling it throb and making Gann feel it against his rear, as well. A little shudder took the drake, but more than that was the smirk that he threw over his shoulder. Despite the bridle, little Gann believed that he was strong enough, good enough to take something so large.

Confidence was good. The demon lord smiled approvingly, stroking the space where the mane would be if the boy was truly equine.

Further, further they went, eventually finding a room with an unlocked door. It must have been a guest room in this tower, for it had a bed and a dresser, as well as a few toys that were left complimentary to the person that would stay there. He chuckled to himself, shaking his head at the floggers and paddles that were left there, and floated them into a drawer and shut it.

If there were toys to be used, he would be the one to call them, to choose them, to use them.

He finally let go of the reins, allowing the drake-colt to be free. The little guy stumbled forward, gasping for breath, and he rubbed his neck slowly.

"Nnngh..."

Shadolm smiled softly, stepping up and keeping control. Rather than pulling back, he gently took the dragon's snout in one hand, his neck in the other, cupping them and patting him gently. The soft strokes, the gentle, but firm, grasp pulled Gann right back down, and he leaned in so that they were forehead to forehead.

"Little colt. Are you ready to show your herd-master what you can do?"

"Mmmph...yes...please..."

"It will be hard for you."

"I want to try. I'm good. I'm good."

"Such a talented little colt."

He smiled, petting the dragon's forehead before walking around him, sitting down on the side of the bed. His loincloth was already tented, already pushed forward slightly, but his shaft had not truly come to bear just yet. It was still rising, still falling from his sheath, and he knew that Gann only had eyes for it.

Certainly, his colt-to-be fell to his knees with all the clumsiness and eagerness of a foal fresh from its mother, looking for what it required. His little colt reached for him, but Shadolm shook his head.

"Ah. Allow me."

"I'm ready...come on..."

If the boy had had hooves, Shadolm was convinced the eager little male would have stamped them. It was frankly adorable, and he shook his head in amusement as Gann half-glared at him.

Instead of responding with his words, he took the boy's hat and set it down on the bed beside him. He didn't quite crush it, but he did dent the top ever so slightly. A little whimper came from the colt, and he shook his head.

"You'll get it back when you prove that you can ride like a proper stallion. Until then, you're learning."

"Mmmph."

"Now, now."

He gently took the reins again, pulling the drake in close, nuzzling his colt nose to nose.

"You'll get there. I know you will. But first, you have to show me that you deserve it. And you want to prove yourself, don't you?"

"Mmmph...not fair..."

"Completely fair, my dear colt. Now..."

Shadolm reached down to his loincloth, slowly pulling it to the side. As he did, his sheath contracted slightly, pushing out from the base. His little dragon colt looked down, and the confidence seemed to drain. Not completely, but enough for there to be uncertainty now.

There it is. The fear of the stronger, the desire to be better, the urge to play, the need to show off, all coming together.

Keeping his little one from pulling back with one hand, Shadolm cupped the side of his shaft as it continued to emerge, continued to roll free of his sheath. There was much flesh to be shown, with the head already starting to flare slightly, the mottled, demon-striped shaft rising further and further. A foot of cock, already, and more still pouring free, more thickness filling out the shaft proper. The medial ring was swelling, too, providing one more obstacle to getting the full thing inside of another person.

Yet, for all the nerves showing on his summoner's face, Gann was certainly still eager. He could feel it in the tremors that ran down the dragon's body, could see it in the throbbing tent at the front of the assless chaps that the little male wore. He smiled his approval, gently using the reins to pull his summoner down.

Gann didn't fight him. If anything, the 'colt' let out an eager whimper, pressing himself more fully against the stallion's grip. Shadolm looped the edge of the reins around his shaft, around his balls, like a cowboy might have done with the reins around the edge of his saddle, ensuring that the newest member of his herd couldn't pull back or get away.

"Now...show me."

Shadolm leaned back, his head cocked slightly to the side with a smile on his lips. There was no need to humiliate the boy now, no need to push him or reduce him further. This was where Gann wanted to be, where he needed to be. Someone that would give him guidance, someone that knew how to harness the need to show off, someone that knew how to give him that pressure to improve without letting him slide away or feel like he wasn't doing good enough.

The boy was obviously 'good enough.' It was whether he wanted to be better, and how.

In short order, Gann opened his mouth, giving the stallion an open-mouthed kiss down at the base of his shaft. Slowly, the boy worked his way up, the little 'colt' kissing every inch of the demon horse's rod. Further and further up he went, tracing every line, every stripe, every vein along the side of the stallion's shaft. For all his other worries, Gann need not have worried about thoroughness; he put some of the more experienced mares in Hell to shame.

The further up he went, the more that the reins pulled taut, pulling up on the demon's sac, dragging around the base of his shaft. It was not dissimilar to a cock ring, save for the fact that the demon lord had the power to remove it or loosen it at any time. Gann, on the other hand, did not.

He wondered, briefly, if the boy would see the trap, or if he would care that it was there. The further up he went, the more tightly that he was bound to the stallion's rod. If he was able to succeed in taking that flare past his jaws, he would have pulled himself to the extent of the reins, trapped himself into giving oral for as long as the demon wanted. Shadolm watched with one eye open, the other lazily closing.

As the dragon reached the tip, there wasn't enough slack for him to pull back, not enough for him to do anything but keep licking. His nose was pressed flush against the shaft, forcing him to take in the scent of the demon's manhood, to enjoy it, to savor it. Shadolm smiled throughout, his balls lazily churning, his hands folded behind his head. Nods of encouragement were all that he gave, giving the boy the chance to show off, the chance to display his skills without judgment or backseat instruction.

Finally, the drake opened his mouth, and without hesitation, he pushed his head forward. The flare of the horse's shaft pressed his jaws to their limits, and it was only the slightly spongy nature of the equine shaft that allowed Gann to take the whole thing into his mouth with anything resembling ease.

And so he is trapped...

Shadolm chuckled to himself, a little moan bubbling up from under the sound as Gann bobbed forward, sucking the shaft further and further down his throat. The talented 'colt' managed to get it all the way to the medial ring, pulling nine inches into his throat without gagging. The medial ring slowed him down for a moment, but he forced his mouth open, taking a few more inches, then a few more, bobbing and swallowing, swallowing and sucking it down.

He didn't quite make it all the way to the base, the demon horse's cock reaching a foot and a half long, and he knew that was going to be the case. Shadolm smiled as the boy struggled, wiggling his face side to side to try and get the last four inches down his neck, but he seemed stuck.

Then he did the thing that the horse lord had been waiting for. He pulled back.

Gann obviously thought that he would be able to pull off, to get a breath, to get a chance to get some air into his throat properly, but he hit the end of his slack and was pulled to a halt. The jolt to the base of Shadolm's cock was just that much more pleasant with the absolutely baffled look on the drake's face, and he chuckled to himself, rubbing Gann's cheeks.

"You took most of it. Most colts couldn't do that, particularly you mortal sorts," he teased, leaning down and nuzzling the dragon's forehead. "You did very, very well, but you need a bit more training."

"Mmmph? Mmm..."

Gann pointed to the cock and the reins, but Shadolm shook his head.

"Not yet, little colt. You have to do much more to appease your herd-master before he'll let you free from that..."

The dragon blushed, but he soon started bobbing his head up and down, and Shadolm leaned his head back in pleasurable relaxation. The feeling of a mouth, unskilled or not, on one's shaft was never something to turn down.

They laid there for nearly a half hour before he finally had mercy on his colt. With a tap of his finger, the reins finally disappeared, and Gann yanked his head back so fast that he nearly dragged his teeth along the demon's shaft. Not that it would have caused any pain if he had, but it would have been something to lecture the boy on later.

As the dragon gasped for breath, huffing and puffing, Shadolm sat up. His shaft was throbbing hard, eager for more, and despite the huffing and puffing and near-coughing, he knew that Gann was going to be eager for more himself. Smiling, he crossed his legs, one long limb resting over his knee, and he waited.

Soon enough, the boy had his breath back, and the dragon looked up at him with a smile.

"How...how was that?" he panted.

"You did well. Still not all the way to the base...but I imagine you can do that with your other end."

"I thought you'd never ask. I've been waiting for this all day long..."

"My, my, but aren't you an eager colt...or would you be more of a mare?"

Shadolm's tease landed on red ears, but the colt was still quick to get to his feet, moving onto the bed as the demon horse laid down. He was tall enough that his feet hung off the edge of the bed and his head rose up the headboard, but there was enough space for his dragon 'colt' to straddle him properly.

The size difference was still a thing, of course, but that would ever be a problem between him and mortals. Even equine mortals were hard-pressed to take what a demon had to offer, and he knew that there were many that had regretted the fact that they tried.

Not Gann, however. The dragon 'colt' grabbed the herd-master's shaft just under the flared head, giving it a tight squeeze. Firm enough to be eager, not quite firm enough to be dominant.

If it had been, Shadolm would have corrected him. The colt must not challenge the herd-master before he was ready for the consequences, after all.

Instead, the demon lord folded his hands over his belly, watching and waiting for the tight hole that awaited him. He still remembered how the huffy little colt had come to him in Hell, how they had talked, and how they had quickly determined that Gann was not ready to challenge anyone with his current strength. However, with the right nudging, with the right pressure over him, the right encouragement...

Shadolm closed his eyes as the dragon wiggled his hips back and forth, allowing a hint of his corruption to pour through. Not the sort that would turn the colt to his personal service, of course - as he had said before, that would be rude - but enough to start making it a little bit easier for the young man. He might be experienced with dragons...but there was a great difference between taking a dragon and taking a horse.

The warmth poured from the head of his shaft, running into the scale-marked hole between the cheeks. His power was warm, soft, gentle, a soft pull with a different sort of reins. The young drake's body responded to him, giving in, eager for guidance, and his corruptive magic did just that.

He guided that hole to open, to relax, to be happy and warm and sensitive. He felt it puff up softly, to open and loosen for him. When Gann pushed back, he slid in much easier than the drake likely expected, and the soft gasp of shock was all that he had wanted.

The more that Gann slid back, the more that the hole opened to him, the soft corruption spreading through the dragon, giving him the education that any mare, any little colt before a bigger stallion would learn. How to temper that eagerness with submission, how to give respect to the older, more experienced horse, and most importantly, how to enjoy it the way that a colt enjoyed everything else in life.

It didn't take long for the young dragon to start bouncing on his shaft properly, rolling his hips back and taking it all the way to the base. All the spit that he'd left behind had done most of the job, but the corruption took it the rest of the way. One long, slow roll of Gann's hips took him from the flared head down to the medial ring, where there was a slight hesitation before it popped in, and then all the way down to the bottom. One good smack, that rounded rump grinding into the horse's crotch, before he started rising up again.

Shadolm took some pleasure in the fact that the sheer length of his manhood gave his colt an extra challenge, making him not just ride, but mount and dismount the shaft, going all the way up, then all the way down, up, down, up, down, the gliding motions becoming more and more jerky as the colt's stamina was tested. The little shakes in the legs, the soft whimpers of need as the little guy's prostate was less stimulated and more crushed by the size difference, only added to the horse's arousal.

Up, down, up, down, each rise and fall drawing more energy from his happy little colt. Shadolm started taking steps, running his hands along Gann's rump, giving him that cushion to keep him from falling, using his power to keep the dragon's feet from sliding along the bed or going out from under him. All little touches, all little things to keep his colt moving, bouncing, riding.

The hat seemed forgotten, the dragon's chaps soaking to his skin from sweat. Yet, up and down he rode, and Shadolm could feel his colt's pre falling onto his balls, dripping down as he was obviously enjoying every moment of the ride.

"Good...good," he whispered, petting his 'colt's' thighs as he came down again. "You're riding well, but you're tired, aren't you?"

"Mmmph...I can...keep going..."

"Can you?"

Gann hesitated, and he knew the answer. The sheer girth would take a toll, no matter how much the corruption helped. The boy was not a mare, no matter how well he could take a stallion cock.

Smiling, he gently stroked the boy's hips, holding him down for a moment, helping his little colt-to-be get used to the feeling of just being impaled by something that was long enough to be lodged behind his ribs, if it were not for the power of the demon's magic. The horse lord reached up, stroking along the reins that fell along the dragon's back as if they were part of his mane. Scales were soft and damp, and the boy shined like a horse that had been left out to play in the summer.

And now, it was time to take him home.

Pulling on the reins with one hand and using the other to cushion Gann's back, he drew him backwards until the little guy was lying on his chest. It was all done slowly, gently, giving him time to adjust to it and not be surprised, to be comforted and held.

And then, when his colt was pressed to his chest properly, he wrapped his free arm around the boy. Holding him tight with arm and rein, he nosed the dragon's neck softly.

"Let the herd-master take you home..."

With that, Shadolm let loose.

With powerful hips that had been molded by roaming Hell's plains for millenia, he thrust up, his cock slamming deep into that hole. As Gann moaned, he pulled back, his chest grinding into the dragon's back, only to suddenly thrust up again, and again, and again. Like the master of the herd he was, he took control, his hips bucking up to meet his colt-to-be, bouncing him up and down against his crotch, against his chest.

His powerful muscles kept his summoner from flying away, kept him from being knocked loose. Each thrust of his hips lifted the little guy several feet off the bed, and then brought him down again onto a fat cock that was eager to breed him, rut him, fill him.

Each thrust was followed by the wet smack of stallion orbs coming up, each time bouncing off of him, claiming him, reminding him of the whole point of summoning a horse over the other types of demons down in Hell. Power, virility, masculinity, and most of all, a watchfulness over the herd. A power that would keep him safe. A power that would look after him. A power that would not easily let him go.

In, out, in, out, Shadolm groaning under his breath from time to time as he felt the rapid clenches that tried to hold his dick, to keep it from sliding out, to keep it in place. Gann was beyond speech, but his body spoke for him. It asked for more, begged for more, and Shadolm gave it, allowing the boy to feel the sheer power of a horse fuck, to allow a colt to learn the power of a stallion.

And he did it all encouragingly, turning the 'colt's' head this way and that for the proper pose, nosing him, whispering soft encouragement to him as Gann struggled to catch his breath. No sliding around, no pinning. Instead, he held the dragon to his chest, held him there firmly, so that his colt-to-be could rely on the strength of the stallion rather than merely be pinned by it, uplifted rather than restrained.

In, out, in, out, in, out, each thrust taking it right to the hilt, right to the brink. Shadolm could feel himself getting more and more excited, more so than he had in some time. The little mortal was beyond speech, his eyes as wild as a horse on the run on the plains, his mind elsewhere, battered into submission.

"Little colt..."

He huffed softly, running his free hand from the reins to the dragon's cheeks. He tilted his face back, and smiled.

"Come home."

It was not a long kiss, merely a soft thing of lips to lips, but it pushed Gann over the edge. The stallion claimed his colt, slamming into his depths, holding there, filling him to the brim with everything that he had to offer. One blast, two, three, four shots of corruptive demon seed flooded the dragon, but it was restrained, held back, leashed and bridled the way that only a demon lord could control.

He was polite, after all. He would not claim another's property, would not add to his herd at the expense of another's.

The herd-master continued to treat the little dragon gently. He rolled onto his side, ever so slowly, and then rolled onto his stomach. He arched his back, slowly pulling his arms free, and then gradually took his cock from the dragon's rump. It sucked on him, squeezed, but he could feel that Gann was completely out of it, the little dragon shivering, still deep in the space of a submissive little boi.

When the flare popped free, he waved his hand, and the hole pulled tight once more. He drew the corruption back, threads of black and red flying from the little colt-to-be's body and back to him. Gann shivered, but it would be good for him to hold that seed for a time. Good to remember the pleasure of being under a stallion.

He ran his hand along the dragon's face, calling the power of sleep forward. His little colt would need to sleep, to rest up after such a strenuous rut, and besides, it would remind him of the power of the herd-master.

As the dragon slipped into slumber, though, Shadolm rested his hand against the young male's face. The reins appeared again, a little reminder that he had gone through this, a little gift that would keep their encounter fresh. Perhaps he would be summoned again, perhaps not, but at least this would mark the occasion.

For one final gift, he added a toy to the drawer of the others, a simple thing that was no more than a plug and a tail attached to it. A horse tail, to be precise, one that would come to life much like his own fiery mane and tail did.

If you wear this, little colt, a colt in truth you'll be. Prance in pleasure, with a body of a horse to match that free spirit of yours. Dance, prance, and play the way that you so obviously deserve, and perhaps find a herd of your own.

He smiled to himself, and called the darkness of the room to him. In short order, he had left, though not without a final nose-kiss to the sleeping dragon's neck.

As soon as he returned to Hell, he found a little basket waiting for him, brought to his chambers by one of the mares that served beneath him. It had a picture along the side of a unicorn, a black-furred one, and he chuckled as he took the blanket off the top of the little picnic basket.

A bundle of salt blocks was under it, and he took one of them, giving it a gentle lick as he sat down on his throne once more. He knew who he would be visiting next, and he looked forward to her company as much as Gann's.

The End