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[b][u][center]An Uninformed Pledge

Part 2

For DariusWhitefur

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Though Levi and Frank would like to think that they were the source of all magic in Mardell University, they would be most disappointed to find out that they weren’t. In fact, there were many little bits and pieces of a magical world that existed around the campus; they just needed to have a little bit of magic to be found.

Storvinar was one such piece of magic, quite literally, in a way. As a member of the fae, the miniature hybrid of slapdash pieces of biology was certainly one of the more unique magical things on campus, but he was far from the weakest. With a tail of a squirrel, the face of a fox, and a little eight-inch-tall body that could hardly contain his eight-foot-tall libido, the little troublemaker was a force to be reckoned with.

He was also easily bored, which was why he was lingering in the men’s bathroom that day, waiting for someone to come in to hex or tease. He was just about ready to give up – he had picked the bathroom at the far end of the A building, after all, which was hardly ever visited – when the door slammed open. Storvinar perked up his ears, the furs on the tips twitching as he looked down at the stranger.

At first, he was ready to lie back down again. Just an average mortal, nothing special about him. He started to recline again on the top of one of the stall doors when something finally caught his attention.

Magic, and demon magic, at that.

[i]Well, now. Well, well, well, now.[/i]

Storvinar sat up, letting his legs hang over the edge of the stall door as he watched the slender, tanned young man run into one of the other ones. The fae flicked his wings behind him, finer than dragonfly wings and twice as shiny, and took to the air. He buzzed over the stall, looking down as the human pulled his pants down –

[i]Ooooh, my…[/i]

The fox fae licked his lips at the sight of the dog cock that was on display. While hardly the biggest or the most impressive shaft that he had seen around the campus, it was the most bestial, and the one that seemed least likely to be attached to a human. The smell of demonic magic made sense, and so did the other little changes that he could just barely sense on the human under him.

Pads beginning to grow on his hands, the little furs that were starting to curl around a growing ear, the swollen balls of the feet as other parts of the human’s biology started to shift towards the canine: all of these things added up to the beginning of a great and powerful shift towards something inhuman, and Storvinar was completely onboard for seeing it finish. After all, what were fae but the greatest of mischief makers?

He fluttered down, curious to see if the human could see him. Most couldn’t; after all, the fae were at least part magic, and that meant that few things [i]could[/i] see them without the aid of magic themselves. Or, in the case of this human, being touched by magic.

No sooner had Storvinar fluttered in front of the human than the dark-haired young man jerked back, almost yanking his feet right out of his shoes and jamming his back against the harder part of the toilet. The fae laughed, hugging his middle.

“Oh, my, oh, my, but you are an amusing one.”

“What the fuck are you?”

“Oh, now, come, come. Is that any way to treat someone of power?”

“Power? What are you – Nnngh. College wasn’t supposed to be this complicated.”

“Indeed, not. But then again, you are playing with magic, now.” The hybrid of a fae nodded down towards the throbbing dog cock. “You seem to be in need of relief. Might I beg the favor to satisfy myself with such a thing?”

“…What?”

“You do not wish a favor of a fae?”

“I mean, um. I…sure?”

“Splendid.”

It was always so much more fun when the mortals were confused. They didn’t know what to say, and that meant that the immortals could have more fun.

He swooped down to the large, imposing dog cock. It was nearly as tall as he was, perhaps slightly more so. He gripped it just under the head, fluffing along the sides of the tapered tip the way that one would jostle the fur on the face of a happy dog. Almost immediately, the human started shuddering, gasping.

“Mmmph…”

“Ah, yes, that feels good, then?”

“It’s…definitely intense…”

“Ah, then let me show you a little more.”

He swung one leg around the oversized, over-thick stripper pole that he’d come to think of the dog dick as, spinning about it and dragging his body against it. Every time that he made contact, the human moaned. Every time that he spun about it, every time that he leaned in to kiss the tip like a lover, the human gasped and shivered and thrust.

Storvinar was used to the storms of passion and pleasure, however, and gave no heed to the rumbling, the thrusting, the bouncing and the shaking. This shaft was his partner for the night, and for his partner, he would play.

The fae’s magic extended through his fingers, touching the shaft and encouraging it in throbbing sensitivity. It grew, stiffening out by another fat inch, and then loomed over him by a second. Storvinar grinned, spinning about the shaft and sitting on its top side, his feet curling back and pressing against the swelling sides of the knot.

“My, my, so soon?”

“You’re…what are you…”

“My, human, you certainly aren’t used to the feeling of another’s touch, are you?”

“W-well, I was a virgin until yesterday.”

“Ah, to have seen that; the idea of seeing your shaking body, your trembling self as you were brought to the peak of ecstasy by another for the first time. Tell me. What was it like?” he asked, turning and laying his back against the twitching shaft, his wings flicking along the side to keep it good and hard for him.

“It…it was…intense.”

“Is that all? Please, lay upon me your words. Or are you too stricken with need to be able to think clearly?”

It was clearly the latter, as far as Storvinar was concerned. The way that the human was panting, shivering, shuffling on the toilet seat with his pants pulled down around his ankles, what else could it be? He was subject to a great lust, and that meant that he was unable to think of anything but the very cock upon which the fae sat.

He chuckled, lifting his arms over his head. He pinched his fingers around the sensitive, tapered tip of the shaft, and the human gasped.

“Pray tell, what is your name?”

“J-Joe…why are you – Nnngh!”

“Pleased to meet you, Joe. I am Storvinar, fae of mischief, purveyor of pricks, and most educated in erections and their various functions.”

He teased, lifting himself up, standing on his hands with a flicker and flutter of his wings. His fingers dug into the tip, massaging that stiff prick a few times more, making it harder, more drippy at the tip, oozing around his fingers and falling over the edge of the toilet to the floor. The simple scent of lust was quite lovely for him, and he smiled as he walked down the shaft, performing all the while.

“And you are showing me that you certainly need more satisfaction than a mere member of the fae can deliver,” he said, flipping over onto his feet again at the knot. “Look at this poor thing. Throbbing, eager to be sheathed in a hole that shows the slightest willingness. Why haven’t you seduced one of your fellow classmates, yet?”

“I’m not…nngh…gay…and the girls – ah!”

“Who said that you needed a girl?”

Storvinar rolled his eyes, straddling the shaft at the knot and squeezing his legs together. The whole cock jumped at that, almost throwing the little fae off of it, and he chuckled as he gripped it like he would have done a reluctant bird between his legs.

“Ah ah. You aren’t going to get rid of me that easily. Come now, wouldn’t it feel so good to get rid of this throbbing annoyance? To feel it going soft again, rather than throbbing so irritably?”

He leaned over the shaft, ‘soothing’ it slightly, taking some of the sensitivity that he had granted it away. Joe slumped back, gasping for breath. Truly, the human was not so experienced as one might have imagined.

Storvinar loved that about him.

The fae flicked his wings against the side of the shaft again, keeping the human worked up, needy, horny. He slid up to the tip, kissing the opening where all the pre-cum was flowing from, then slid back to the base, rolling onto his back once more.

“You need to have release, young man.”

“Mmmph…I know…but…”

“But nothing. I will help you.”

“I…I don’t know if I want…”

“Nonsense. You need help, and you will have it. Right –”

Thump. The sound of the bathroom door opening caught both their attention, and curious as ever, Storvinar fluttered up to the ceiling to see who it could be. What he saw pleased him.

Standing by the door was a most [i]hairy[/i] young man, one with deep darkness to his skin but a lovely shine to it at the same time. He seemed to float almost as he walked, as if he was given leave to flow over the earth rather than merely walk on it. A pity that he was not magical; Storvinar might have been tempted to claim him as a mortal lover, should his magic be suitable for shrinking.

But for amusement, however…

He glanced back at the young man in the stall, and he chuckled. Oh, this would be most enjoyable, indeed. He began to work his magic, knowing that today, young Joe would become a man, indeed…or at least a stud.

#

Joe was panting for breath when the little fairy thing hopped off of his cock, but knowing that there was someone else in the bathroom made him cover his mouth, hoping that there was a way out of this before the new guy managed to spot him.

Or worse, smell him. He wasn’t filthy or dirty, but his cock was putting off a bit more of a scent than he was used to. Most guys didn’t stink, really, but his cock just smelled of sex. It was still dripping from the strange teasing from the little guy, too, and that would only make the picture of him with a dog dick that much worse.

[i]Get your pants on…get your pants on…[/i]

He knew that he’d have a boner, but that was easier to explain than a fucking dog cock. He reached for his pants –

Thump.

This time, the impact came at the door to his stall.

“Hon, are you in there?”

Marco. It was Marco, and his friend was worried. He blushed worse, his cock twitching up as soon as he heard his friend’s voice, and he shook his head.

“I’m fine. I’m fine. Just, uh, finishing up some business.”

“You ran off so quickly. You sure you’re alright?”

“Yeah, yeah, just, um – ah!”

Joe yelped as he tumbled off the toilet as he tried to stand up and pull his pants up at the same time. He landed with a thud against the door, and for a moment, he thought he was safe.

He thought.

Then the lock slipped, and the door swung open. Joe yelped, trying and failing to grab something, anything to stop his fall, but all he could do was flail all the way to the floor.

Landing with another thud, and worse, flat on his back, Joe was left completely paralyzed for a moment or two. Then, too late, he reached down to try and cover his cock, but he damage was done. He could see Marco staring at him, cheeks too dark to show a blush but eyes more than expressive enough to show a little embarrassment for him.

“How…what…”

“Mmmph…don’t…you didn’t see anything.”

“Man, you have a…”

Thankfully, Marco was smart enough to quiet down. He paused, looked around, then knelt down as Joe frantically worked his pants back on. Joe had a few seconds of relief, a moment or two of silence, then he waited for the other shoe to drop.

It dropped harder than he thought.

“You have a dog dick, man. What the hell?”

“I…I don’t know how it happened.”

And that much was the truth. He knew when it had happened, but he didn’t know how it had been transformed from something human to something inhuman. Maybe it had something to do with Frank? Or maybe Levi did something himself. Whatever it was, it had changed his biology in a very, very noticeable way.

He looked up, half-hoping to see that his friend was distracted, wanting nothing more than to run off before something else started changing. Instead…

Instead, he saw the fairy hovering just behind Marco’s head. The weird stitch-up of a creature was rubbing its hands together, only to throw them at the back of his friend’s head. There was a strange burst of light, and then…

Then, Marco started to smile.

Despite only knowing Marco for a little while – they’d met his first day at Mardell and had been fast friends ever since – he’d gotten rather close to the gay man. They were good friends, hung out, had lunch most days, and they talked about more than classwork. Sometimes uncomfortably more, as some of their conversations had wandered into intimate territory that Joe didn’t quite know how to handle.

Despite that, he had never, ever seen Marco grin like he was grinning right then. Not even when the big guy had been looking the quarterback over and talking about how much ‘yum’ was there.

“You know…maybe I should give you a hand with that…”

“W-what?!”

Joe tried to squirm back, but Marco already had a hand on his crotch, pulling at the zipper again. He flailed, trying to get his friend’s hand off of him, but it was too late. The zipper was already coming down, and it was coming down fast. He watched as his cock popped right back out, his cheeks burning as he was exposed so handily.

“I mean, yeah, it looks weird…but a cock’s a cock, hun…and I’d be honored to welcome you to the team, baby…”

“What…you mean…But I’m not…mmmph…”

Joe’s toes curled tightly in his shoes as Marco took hold of him, giving him a few squeezes before shifting to a proper stroke. He rolled his head back, panting softly as he got his first handjob, and from a guy, no less.

His mouth didn’t want to work as his best friend leaned in, giving him a few more strokes before leaning down and kissing the tip. Marco made a little face, shaking his head.

“Not as bad as I thought it’d taste,” he muttered before bobbing down.

This time, there was no condom in the way, and no blindfold to keep him from seeing what was happening. And he was almost sure that Marco was better at this than the other guy at the frat was. Each little suck was calculated, tongue working along the knot, all the way up to the tip, and then the mouth was bobbing forward again, caressing his cock, grinding the tip against the roof of the mouth –

“Mmmph…ah…ah…”

He panted hard, his cock throbbing all the more inside of that warm mouth. Storvinar fluttered to his side, whispering in his ear.

“Look at that. See? It’s so easy when you know the right spells.”

“Mmmph…I…I didn’t…”

“Didn’t want this? Come now, your cock was hard as a rock. We both knew that you wanted this. You just didn’t have the courage to find it yourself. Now, say thank you, hmm, and I might make it even better.”

He wanted to fight it, to push back and not take advantage of this. This was wrong, Marco didn’t really want to do this…

Did he?

Looking down, he certainly seemed like he wanted to be doing it. He was sucking hard, bobbing his head faster and faster as if his life depended on it, and his fingers were gently pulling, rolling, teasing his balls. Joe groaned, arching his back a bit, his hips scooting across the floor.

[i]Oh god…oh god…[/i]

“Say thank youuuuuuu,” Storvinar whispered, smiling smugly.

“Mmph…th-thank…you…”

And just like that, Storvinar smiled.

[i]Oh god, what’s he doing –[/i]

The fairy called light to its hands again, pulling together some new form of magic before his eyes. Joe had just enough time to see the light turn to some sort of pink shade before it was let loose, and the bobbing stopped on his cock.

For a second, Joe was sure that the fairy had canceled out the first spell, leaving Marco halfway down his cock and in the perfect place to give some sort of revenge bite. He blushed, whimpering, feeling the soft stirring of his friend’s tongue along the underside of his shaft. He felt a hand caressing his knot, pulling on it, gently rubbing along the sides and making him all the harder for it.

And most of all, he felt Marco slowly pulling back.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Joe whispered, right up until the ‘pop’ of his cock leaving his friend’s mouth.

“Mmmph…nothing to be sorry about…yet…”

“W-what do you mean, ‘yet’?”

“I mean…heh, well.” Marco smiled, wiping his lips. “I mean…if you don’t fuck me…I’m going to be upset.”

“…What?”

There was no verbal answer from his friend, merely a slow turn that exposed the big guy’s ass in his tight black jeans…and then a bit more, as Marco started pulling his pants down.

It was like there was a spell on Joe, too, keeping him from looking away as the black man pulled down his pants, and then the panties beneath them. He saw the soft curve of his friend’s ass in a whole new light, and the way that his pucker was shown off, a warmer pink compared to the near-black of the rest of his skin, only made his dog-dick throb all the harder.

[i]I’m straight…I’m straight…I’m straight…[/i]

But no matter how many times he thought that, Joe still felt his cock throbbing. The dog-dick didn’t care if it was getting shoved into a male or female hole. All that it wanted was a hole, something to hold it, tease it, pleasure it.

[i]Mmph…[/i]

It only got worse as Marco started swaying his ass, his friend deep in whatever trance that Storvinar had put him in. Left, right, left, right that ass swayed, and every time, that hole seemed to pucker at him, begging him to lean forward and take his friend, to fuck him, to use him.

[i]Fuck…fuck…[/i]

His hands were moving on their own, his cock feeling like it was taking control now that he refused to give it what it needed. Joe felt his fingers lock with his friend’s hips, his own pushing forward –

It wasn’t until he felt that pucker part and his cock sliding past the rim that he realized what he’d done.

“Ah…ah…”

He gasped, and so did Marco under him, the pair of them helpless against their urges. As the sophomore pushed back against him, he slammed his hips forward, sheathing his cock in that tight hole all the way down to his knot, the bulb slapping against that tight pucker hard. They both jolted from it, but neither of them were willing to back down.

Joe didn’t even know what he was thinking anymore. Gay? Straight? Ass? Pussy? It didn’t matter. All that mattered was that he was nearly balls-deep in a hole, and a willing one at that. He started humping away, his tongue hanging out of his mouth, and he almost felt like a dog right then. His cock felt right, doing what it was supposed to do, and he was delivering it into a willing, empty, eager –

[i]Corruptible.[/i]

Corruptible hole.

Even that thought passed unchecked through his head, his hips pumping harder, faster, deeper, driving him all the way up to his knot every time, and feeling that little pucker stretching to try and fit more. Every time that he felt his knot stretch it out a bit further, there was something in him that just soared, begging to take it to the logical extreme. Joe hunched forward, mindlessly thrusting away as he felt that hole pulling wider. Marco moaned under him, gasping, huffing, puffing, but the other man didn’t stop him.

He wasn’t sure if he could be stopped.

Storvinar was right there, whispering in his ear. The little fairy rubbed his head, and he was half-sure that the little guy was masturbating as he whispered.

“Fuck him…fuck him, breed him, use him. You are the stud. You are the alpha. Fuck him. Cum in him. Cum for him.”

And for all that he might have resisted if he was sober, at that moment, he could not. He came, and he came hard.

Joe wished that he could have said that he reached down to give his friend the reach-around, that he had done something to make sure that Marco went over the edge with him. However, he did nothing of the sort. He was too lost in his own pleasure, too lost in the feeling of bliss as he felt the warmth of his orgasm wash over him. He leaned forward more, more, feeling the amazing tightness as his knot finally popped past that pucker, feeling it milking him, dragging him deeper, making him cum all the way into Marco’s depths.

He huffed, he puffed, and he almost slumped forward from the sheer soul-sucking amazing feeling of being balls-deep in someone else. His knot was getting massaged and stroked by that clenching hole, and he was half-sure that the spasms going through those muscles were due to Marco going over the edge, too.

“Fuck…fuck…”

His friend panted under him, and Joe groaned as he felt his balls pulling up, emptying more and more cum by the second. He didn’t know what was going on, barely understood that he was blowing a massive load right then, but…

But really, he didn’t care. He was cumming, and it felt great.

Finally, the orgasm faded, the spurting, squirting feeling down the center of his cock replaced by a full feeling in his bladder. The insanity that had ruled the last few minutes finally seemed to fade, and he could feel his knot gradually going down. He looked down at the place where he and Marco were joined at the crotch, and he blushed worse as he realized that the sheath he’d started developing the night before had continued growing. It was big enough that his cock might just fit back in.

[i]Oh god…[/i]

He tried pulling back, but his cock was stuck. There was no getting free anytime soon, not with a knot holding them back.

And through it all, Storvinar chuckled in his ear.

“Such a good dog…”

He didn’t dare answer. Not just because Marco might think that he was completely crazy, but also…also because he didn’t know what he’d say.

#

Eventually, they were able to detach, though they didn’t stick together long. Joe felt horrible that it had happened in the first place, and after he cleared his bladder – which was a surprisingly pressing need – he ran out of the bathroom even as Marco shouted at him to wait from one of the other stalls. He didn’t dare; if he started talking about what had happened, he’d start breaking down.

[i]God, what the hell do I do now?[/i] he wondered. [i]There’s nobody around that’s going to believe this happened…well…[/i]

There might be one person, actually. One other friend that he had in school, someone else that he’d known for a while. Melody Watkins, a friend that he’d made back in his hometown before moving out to Mardell. Neither of them had known that they were going to the same college, but it had been a welcome surprise.

She wasn’t the sharpest knife in the drawer, but she was always open to the kooky sort of ideas, listening to the weird stuff and seeing what else there might be for her to learn about out there in the world. It made her a good student, since she didn’t act like she knew everything already, but it did mean that she was also open to the stupid ideas, like conspiracy theories and other things. Some teachers hated that, some liked it…

And he needed it.

Joe picked up the pace. She was probably in the library at this time of day, and if he could catch her before she disappeared to class, then he had a chance to talk this out with someone that wouldn’t judge.

He shivered as he felt fur running down his back. It felt almost like fast-growing body-hair at first, but the more that it grew, the more that it concerned him. The changes were hitting him harder, faster, and he honestly didn’t know where it was going to end.

He just hoped that he’d be human by the end of it.

The library was in a different building, and he hustled around with his head down and his hands in his pockets. His cock was throbbing still, pushed out ever so slightly from his sheath from the arousal that still burned down there. Joe had never been this horny before, but the animalistic urges from down there were…well, they were hard to control, at the best of times. Other times, they were downright impossible.

[i]Don’t think about it. Just find Melody. Just find Melody…[/i]

As soon as he found the door, he shouldered it open, stepping into the lobby and past the scanners into the main floor. The library opened up into a series of corridors, the different bookshelves fanning out in a pattern more artistic than practical. He groaned as he looked at them all, hoping that it wouldn’t take too long to find her.

[i]What was she studying last? History? No, biology.[/i]

He turned down the science aisle, hoping that he’d be able to track her down. She shouldn’t be too hard to find; she was always more eclectic than the other students in her fashion choices.

He was right. She was waiting down the biology aisle, humming to herself as she pulled a couple of books down. That freckled face, the green dress cut with tree shapes along the side, curly brown hair: it was exactly her. Joe huffed softly, shaking his head.

“Hey, um…Melody?”

She turned, smiling, pulling her hair out of her face.

“Oh, hi. What brings you here?” She blinked. “And why are you so sweaty?”

“Um, reasons.”

“You okay?”

“Um, yes, mostly. Kinda. Not really.”

Her face fell, her freckles somehow standing out more when she looked concerned than when she was smiling. Then again, she already had a few giggle lines, and the freckles were pulled out a bit more when she wasn’t grinning. They were like bright spots on her pale skin.

“You need to talk?”

“If you got a second.”

“Sure. Let me just get these books in the basket and we’ll find a spot.”

She bent down, putting the books in, and Joe’s eyes went wide. Not because of anything about her, but rather because of the little thing that popped into being over her head.

Storvinar was back.

[i]Oh, no, no, no, don’t you do this to me, you little shit…[/i]

The fairy looked his way, the hybrid animal creature smiling wide. It gestured at Melody’s rump, almost as if it was making fun of her by showing off just how big it was, how round it could become. He shook his head at the fairy, mouthing ‘no’ repeatedly until Melody stood up again.

“That should - what? Is there something behind me?” she asked.

“No…”

[i]Not that you could see, anyway.[/i]

His cheeks burned as he could feel his cock starting to throb again, trying to rise from its sheath. He shifted back and forth, trying to ignore the urges that were burning up in his crotch, but he could already feel the tip of his dog-dick sliding against the inside of his pants. The fairy was looking all the more eager to set this up, and he wanted nothing more than to slap the little guy out of the air.

[i]Dammit, I just want to talk, to figure this out, not...not…[/i]

Oh, it was getting harder to think about anything but his dick as it got stiffer and stiffer.

“Can we go...somewhere private? A study room, maybe?” Joe muttered.

“Sure. Follow me. You look like you need to sit down, anyway,” she said, taking him by the arm.

Storvinar somehow looked all the more pleased, and he wondered just how much he had played into the fairy’s hands.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: As Joe struggles to deal with the magical changes to his body, he ends up encountering Storvinar, a fae creature that specializes in teasing others and has entirely too much mischief that he wants to accomplish. It seems Joe’s woes might not be over yet.

Tags: M/M, fairy, fae, hybrid, human, dog dick, anatomically challenged, anatomically correct kinda, temptation, corruption, mind control, anal, oral, blowjob, public, bathroom, orgasm, cum, knotting, college, magic, modern fantasy,