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The Stallion Alternate

Part 1

for Engy

by Draconicon

Normally, Draconicon would have teleported back from the Farmer's View, but there was something about walking through his city at night that made him more aware of everything, particularly after time spent in the Red-Light District. And it wasn't that long a walk from the brothel to the skyscraper at the center of the city, anyway, so he decided to just go with it tonight.

His bare feet smacked a little louder than was seemly against the stones that made up the bridge, and he paused at the base of it on the side of the Red-Light District. The black dragon looked back the way he'd come, staring down the road and letting his thoughts travel back down it again. The soft tingles of the red lights that littered the pathways and the soft glow that brought out the burning need from within was almost as good in memory as it had been in person, and it stirred his cock against his briefs as he let himself remember it for a moment. He almost pulled his robe back to tease himself under the moonlight before putting the thought from his mind and continuing on.

It wasn't as if he could get in trouble for that, save for perhaps with some overzealous cops that were new to the job and didn't know who he was. If he wanted, he could take off his robe and his underwear right there and then, enjoying the night wind on his naked body, fondling himself and exposing himself to whoever he wanted. He could even cast his spells upon any that he walked by and use them to sate his lusts if he so chose. Was it something that would be good, kind, anything of the sort? Not even slightly, but it was something that he was capable of, and something that tempted him at that moment.

Once more, he pushed the temptation from his mind, replacing it with the reminder of what he was responsible for. He was the head of the city, the leader of Maiyone, and that meant that there were responsibilities. While there were heads of state and those under them that could be more perverted in public - he knew one queen that was regularly on the verge of being outed as some taboo slut, and a prince that was publicly called the Royal Bottom by his people - he didn't want to deal with that sort of extra awkwardness. He wanted to keep that separate, if he could.

Plus, it was just more fun that way. He liked the layer of 'naughtiness' of doing something he shouldn't.

He crossed the bridge, running his hand along the railing between him and the water below, and he thought back to the club again. The memories of all the stallions that he had stared at through the night remained strong, and so did the envy that he felt for them.

You'd go crazy as a stripper, he thought. Or as a whore.

But for a couple of weeks, it'd be the hottest thing in the world. Yes, he'd get bored, eventually, but god, the thought of just...enjoying that...

His cock twitched, and the black-scaled, white-eyed dragon looked down at the slight bulge that it made in his robe even while soft. He chuckled, shaking his head and giving it a light pat through the cloth.

"Later."

Something that he could have paid the stallions to tend to, he knew, but that was something for another time. Besides, with how he wanted to 'tend' to it, he doubted that they would have kept quiet, even for all the money that he could throw at them. Another little sexy thought, that; being blackmailed was never far from his mind when he started to think subby thoughts.

Careful with that, or you'll start subby-thinking yourself right out of a job, and right out of a harem.

Yes, yes, that was probably true. Even if he could roll it back - and with his fantasies, that kind of reset button was a bit of an if, even for him - it was better not to let it get too out of hand. He had a habit of following those fantasies down the rabbit hole and taking a very long time to get back out of it again.

Still, it was a fun thought.

He left the bridge behind, crossing the large plaza toward the skyscraper that marked the city center, city hall, diplomatic and embassy center, and - most of all - his home. The busses that were still running this late at night paused as he walked between them, and the drivers that were up and working gave him a wave as he passed by. He returned it and headed up the steps to the front door of the skyscraper.

Once more reminded that he probably teleported around the place more than he should, he took a moment to take in the lobby. Large, mirrored along the back wall and ceiling, the lobby was definitely a place that offered more of an open feeling than he remembered. He turned around as he walked toward the elevators in the back, taking in everything. A few statues were built into the pillars that lined the front walls and glass windows that faced the plaza, and the statues themselves were either members of the harem upstairs or people that meant something to him. A striped wolf with a fluffy tail was one such, and he smiled at the slight blep that the statue had.

The desks at the far end of the lobby were mostly unmanned, with only a raccoon clerk doing some late-night work. The raccoon in question lifted his head as the dragon approached, only to nod immediately as their eyes met.

"Sir."

"Relax. I'm just coming home to sleep," Draconicon said.

"Yes, sir. Sorry for not seeing you sooner, sir."

"...Lose the military attitude. We're not even a business, let alone looking for that kind of discipline."

"I'll let Ailsa and the Shepard know, sir."

"You...do that."

Shaking his head, he left the raccoon behind and took one of the monster-vators up the side of the building. The floors passed by in a hurry as he ascended, the occasional slime trail of monster drool sliding past him in little blobs and strings that were easy enough to dodge. The ambassador quarters and more went by, and soon, he was at the top of the tower, past the harem quarters and on his own floor.

He stepped out and patted the long-necked monster as he did, walking up to his apartment door. He usually left it locked during the day and unlocked at night - there was something nice about allowing the various members of his harem to come in for cuddles when they were alone or wanted to have some company - but today, he decided to leave the latch on once he stepped inside. It was a little more...secure that way, and it made him feel a little better about what he was going to do.

An idea had come to him as he took the lift up, and he was curious how it might go. As he took off his robe, hanging it by the door, he snapped his fingers. The remnants of half-solid reality in the room flickered away in a dash of black fire, leaving him standing in an empty circle of half-transparent glass. He walked to the edge of the room in nothing but a pair of white briefs, his cock outlined all too well against it, and leaned against the glass that looked over the city. Standing on one foot with the other hooked behind his ankle, he looked down at the world and shook his head.

"They know me...and they expect so much from me..."

But they didn't know each other. And all he had to do was change himself, just a bit - or perhaps a lot - and they wouldn't know him, either. It was something that he'd seen Engy do for himself and others more times than he could count, but that had always been more down to the yellow dragon's love of transformation than for any sneaky purpose. This, however, was something completely different.

If I change...

If he changed, particularly if he went as far as changing his species, he could go out and indulge as much as he wanted. Sure, he'd have to use some of his magic to ensure that nobody actually got in trouble, and sure, he wouldn't have the same privileges as being the master of the city, but...well, that was half the fun of it, wasn't it? He wanted to be allowed to do things that the master couldn't.

And if he designed the new body right, he might get more attention than he did as Draconicon, anyway.

He snapped his fingers, and the room changed again, retaining the otherwise empty feeling that it had a moment ago, but with all the windows turning to mirrors. He looked at himself in the long, curved mirror, glad that the shape maintained most of the realism that he was looking for. Running his hands along his sides down to his hips and back again, the dragon shook his head a couple of times.

"Definitely need to get out from behind the desk a little more..."

But for all that he had a gut - and admittedly something of a fat-ass that needed some work to trim it back down and get it back to dragon tightness - he was still doing relatively well for himself. Strong shoulders were still there, his arms were in good shape, and so were his legs for all that the backs were topped with a bit more bounce and jiggle than he would have ideally liked. No six-pack for him, but there was enough firmness beneath the slight gut that he was getting to keep him from worrying about that for now. And his face still had all the sharpness and that piercing quality that gave it the austere authority that it needed.

He looked into his own white eyes, shaking his head. He'd used them to hypnotize so many others, but sadly, it wasn't quite possible to do that to himself. He could use them to help him relax, but that was as far as he could go. Despite how empty-white his eyes were and how eye-catching they could be, they had no power over him.

He let his eyes wander down, intentionally skipping over his growing bulge as he considered this idea, and going all the way down to his feet. Big, heavy stompers, they were, the sort of feet that could bury lesser species under them. Standing seven feet tall the way that he did, his feet were big enough to be more than sufficient to cover the cocks of most other males, and sometimes, he was able to cover quite a bit more than that. They verged on being oversized for him, and despite having just walked barefoot from one city district to another, they were more damp than dusty, the undersides covered in a thin sheen of sweat, as per usual.

If I change, I want to keep that. Maybe...

Shaking his head, he put the maybe out of his mind, drawing his attention back up his legs. There, between them, barely hidden behind that tight pair of white briefs, was a bulge that was slowly throbbing, trying to get hard and not quite managing it. Then again, the slightly-too-small pair was probably working as a soft-chastity device, enough to keep him from getting up without making a few adjustments. The thought wasn't a bad one, either, and he chuckled under his breath as he imagined underwear as chastity. He knew a few people that would like something like that.

He fondled it, and it immediately responded. Hanging eight inches down while soft, he knew that it would gain another five to six inches - depending on just how horned up he was - if he allowed it to slide out of his underwear. It'd throb up to life, fill the room with his pheromones, and leave everyone panting and gasping for breath, wanting so much more than they currently had.

He'd done it before. He could do it again.

But that was the act of a big, powerful, dominant dragon, and at that moment, he really didn't want to be that kind of person. He'd been that for weeks, now, taking care of so many people, and he wanted to take some time to be naughty, rather than responsible. The last time that he'd gone off on a binge like that, he'd enjoyed fucking his way through his harem, rutting them right into the ground, and leaving them gaping with holes oozing with his seed. The time that he had spent breaking them in had done a world of good for all of them, but at the same time...

At the same time, that switch had flipped, and now, he wanted to be fucked. And he wanted to get fucked up in a way that he knew wasn't the style of most of the individuals in his harem. They wanted to play, yes, and some of them would put on a strap-on or use their dicks on him, but the actual context...that was harder for them.

He wanted a lot of darker, more interesting things. Otherwise, he would have gone to them first-off, while if he went through with his idea...

Yes.

Yes.

"I'll do it," he muttered, squeezing his cock through the briefs for a moment. "One little transformation. Just for a day...or a week. A week. Yes, that's it. No more."

A week as someone and something else. The city would be able to hold together for that time, and then, he'd come back, and it'd be as if he had never left. It would get the rutting out of his system, and that would be that.

But what would he be? Draconicon would have thought about that for a bit longer, but the stallions from the Farmer's View were still writ large in his imagination. The thought of being anything but a hot, hung horse was not appealing, and the idea of having an ass that was meant to be big, large, and intensely fuckable was more than slightly appealing at that moment. One hand was already reaching around under his tail, rubbing his rump through his briefs, and he growled under his breath as he imagined it.

Yes...a hot, hung stallion...a heavy sheath...balls too big to be hidden...an ass that's so sensitive and needy with a hole that pokes out between the cheeks begging to get fucked...fuck yes...sweaty and musky...that sexual musk that is so dirty and just won't go away...that feeling of...of being so big, and yet, such a bitch...

The more that he thought about it, the more that he needed it. That decided him, and Draconicon pulled his hand back, holding it in front of him and seizing hold of his magic. The usual black fire of his power flickered between his fingers, dancing before his eyes. He took a deep breath, steadying himself, and slowly pushed the fire against his chest.

It spread through him as he held his purpose in mind. The black fire spread through his arms and shoulders, down his back and through his hips before heading further and further down. It left a hot tingle everywhere it went as if he had just stepped out into the summer sun. It wasn't a bad feeling, but it definitely got him sweating, the heat running off the edges of his wings and down his tail, along his horns and between his toes and definitely in a number of other places.

The fabric of his briefs felt like they were pulling tighter, and for a moment, he wondered if he'd overdone the magic, but as he looked down, he could see that it was just from the swell of his hips rather than from anything else. He chuckled, blushing slightly as he realized that horse hips would probably be slightly bigger than dragon ones, and he took a few deep breaths, shuffling from foot to foot.

Horse me...horse me...horse me...

He kept repeating that thought, holding it in the foreground of his mind to make sure that he didn't let it slip out and become something else. He wanted this to be exactly what he needed, a powerful stallion stud that could go out and do what he wanted without being found out. That...that was all he needed...

And not...

Not to be...too extreme...

Don't think about that. Horse me. Horse me. Horse me.

Draconicon felt the tingling reach the bottom of his legs and looked down. Not surprisingly, some of his scales were falling out, the space between mid-calf to the bottom of his feet losing the black scales that they had been covered in for a while, replaced with white 'socks' that were spreading like fluff from the middle of his calf down to his ankle. From there, it was white flesh, perfectly pale and white. Not even creamy, but actual white, as pale as one could imagine, and as he lifted one foot from the ground, he saw that the sole had been treated to even more magic, looking as soft as possible and almost a little pink-ish in color.

That was going to be quite the sight, he imagined, particularly once he started walking around and getting them a bit dirty. But for now, they were pristine.

Too pristine. Horses are dirty. Dirty sluts.

Draconicon shivered, putting that out of his head, trying to keep it from getting too strong. He needed to hold the spell on the proper course, and that was not it. Not right now. Not for this week.

Horse me, horse me, horse me.

He groaned as he felt his muscles tensing harder in his shoulders, getting thicker and stronger. The slight gut that he'd been noticing just a moment ago was pulling back, caving in with muscles replacing the fat that had been building up there, and he could feel a firmness under what remained that hadn't been there for a very long time indeed. As he lifted his hands to touch it, he saw that there were scales falling out around his forearm and down to his hand, removing some of the dark, clawed look that had worked so well for intimidation as a dragon, and replacing it with white 'gloves' to match the 'socks' around his legs. He chuckled as he saw the way that they looked afterward, shaking his head in amusement and slight nervousness.

It's good. It's good. Better to be a bit different. Horse me. Horse me.

He was just starting to get settled with that when he felt the first real shift. He groaned as his balls suddenly went from vaguely needy to churning and heavy, almost like a weight had been literally dropped inside his sac.

It showed through the underwear, too. He was half-tempted to take them off to give himself more room for the change, but as he looked at himself in the mirror, he couldn't help but be struck by how sexy it looked. His balls were swelling out, slowly but surely, just below his cock bulge, and the feeling of them gradually filling out and falling down against the fabric only made it hotter for him. He gritted his teeth, pulling his hands back and putting them behind his back, determined to just watch and let it happen.

As his balls fell further, becoming a bigger and bigger bulge that required both his thighs to push forward, the white fabric started to stain. He breathed in through his nose and smelled the sweat coming through the pores of the fabric, and his cheeks burned.

God, how dirty - no, not dirty. Not dirty.

But it was dirty. It was the smell of a dirty, horny stallion that needed to get off, and his cock was slowly dripping down, adding the smell of musk - a musk that was rapidly changing from dragon to horse - into his underwear, making it tighter, slicker, making it cling to everything down there and show them off in stark relief.

It didn't take long before the white briefs were completely transparent around his balls, soaked with the dripping going on inside, and he moaned despite himself as he imagined showing this off. The dignified dragon, getting all hot, sweaty, messy, musky, dirty. He groaned, feeling the sweat puddles under his feet, huffing and panting as he ground his soles against the little bits of slime under his feet that hadn't dried off yet, only for a few droplets to ooze through his underwear and fall down.

"Fuck, fuck..."

And it was only getting stronger, 'nastier' by the second. His ass bubbled as much as his balls had, and he could feel both muscle and size getting added back there. One hand slipped down to feel his briefs pulling closer and closer to the crack between the cheeks, and he whimpered as he imagined how that was going to feel, how that was going to look when it was all done. Oh, the feeling of being so much bigger and...and so much more...

Fuckable.

Oh fuck yes.

Fuckable horse me. Fuckable horse me.

He gasped as he arched his back, feeling something sliding between his cheeks. For a moment, he worried that he'd lost control of something else, but no. As he turned around, he saw that his cheeks were parted naturally, just as an equine's should be, and the thing that he was feeling was his own rim slowly protruding between his cheeks. His cock throbbed all the harder, his ball-bulge just visible between his thicker thighs as he looked back at himself, and he had to bite his lips not to moan out loud.

As his hole pushed out, taking on the shape of a donut rather than just a simple pucker, he felt it start sweating just as much as the rest of him. Soon, it had stained his underwear as much as his balls had, forming a transparent patch that made his hole impossible to miss. One of his hands went to it, rubbing it through his underwear, and he almost collapsed right then and there as he felt how sensitive it was.

"Holy...holy fuck..."

He kept rubbing that ring, feeling it parting as he pressed down with any pressure whatsoever, and he had to stop himself from going completely crazy in the process. He breathed deep, pulling his hand back and shaking his head as he looked up at the mirror again.

"I'm a fucking mess..."

Or, rather, a fuckable mess.

"Oh, god..."

He hadn't gained that many horse features just yet, mostly just the balls, the muscles, and the general physique of one. That, and the ass...that fucking hot ass...

But something else was about to start, and that thing was going to be the big one. He looked down between his legs as he felt the tingle starting, knowing that it was coming from right around the base of his cock, and -

"Hello? Hello?"

He whipped his head up as the door opened. That was Engy's voice, and the yellow dragon had just opened the door. Any thought of pulling up some sort of disguise or stopping the spell or anything was stopped dead in its tracks by just one thought.

He'll see me.

And that would mean that it wouldn't be secret.

And that would mean that there was a chance he could be exposed.

And that meant that there was a game that could be played.

And that meant that he could be 'forced' into all kinds of things.

His cock throbbed so hard that it ripped a hole right through the y-front of his underwear, popping up and bobbing up and down as Engy shut the door behind him. His fellow dragon stopped in his tracks, his eyes wide for a moment before looking down at Draconicon's cock. Then just a bit further, the underwear ripping steadily until -

RIIIP!

The sheer weight of his leathery black balls dropped his sac down through the underwear, each one nearly the size of a fist and a half, and both wet with sweat. The powerful scent of horse and horse cock and sweat and a rutting barn was growing stronger by the second, and he was barely holding his head together, his hips twitching and wanting to thrust forward as Engy kept staring.

"It's...it's not what it looks like," Draconicon said.

"It looks like you're turning into a horse, master."

"Well, um...okay, guess it looks like...ah...ah...looks like that."

"And you're, um...most of the way to getting a sheath."

"Nnngh...I can...I can feel that, yeah."

And it felt fucking hot. Messy, yes, and all kinds of weird as the flesh and scales that were shifting and growing and deepening at his crotch kept shifting in shape and consolidation, but god it felt good. There was a slimy feeling right around the base where it seemed like it was letting out something that was both sweat and something else, something slimy and wet and meant to keep his cock in good shape. He already imagined how that would be dripping out at all times once he started getting horny, and how that would affect what he did on a daily basis, and how he'd be showing how eager he was even before his cock dropped, and -

He had to lean back, panting and spreading his legs. Having Engy staring at him and seeing his friend with that slow grin growing on his face told him that his idea of being taken advantage of was definitely going to happen. He thrust his hips forward even as his mostly smooth, humanoid cock was being pulled back, dragged into the fleshy folds and wrinkles of his sheath.

"Heh...master...are you getting...eager for something?" Engy asked, the yellow dragon crossing his arms - one scaly, one metal - over his chest. "Because it looks like you don't really want to fuck today."

"Nnngh..."

"What's the matter? Spend too much time with the horses?"

"Spent too much time..."

"Yeesssss, Master?"

"Too much time...on top..."

"Oh ho ho, so that's why you're changing? You want a big, fat horse ass that'll jiggle every time that someone shoves something back there?" Engy teased.

That was a big part of it, but it was the first time that someone else had said it. Draconicon shivered, sliding down the glass wall and feeling it ripping the rest of his underwear away. His cock throbbed inside the sheath and his hole clenched for a moment as it was pressed flat to the glass. Oh, god everything was hyper-sensitive. How did anyone stand this?

As he hit the floor, Engy walked up to him. The blue bathrobe of the other dragon was already tented as fuck, and Draconicon hissed and shivered as he felt the changes going through his own cock. It was already getting bigger inside of his sheath, heavier and fuller, but despite that pillar of flesh getting made for him, he didn't feel the urge to leap forward and pin his slut to the ground. It didn't matter that the alchemist and member of his harem had been under him a hundred times before or that they were used to being in reversed positions; at that moment, the dragon couldn't think of anything but what his balls were telling him, and the horse balls were more honest than his dragon ones.

He wanted to get fucked.

He wanted to get fucked up.

Draconicon panted as his cock finally finished transforming inside his sheath, just in time for Engy to slip out of one of his sandals and step forward. The feeling of those damp toes pressing against his sheath sent him shivering against the wall, leaving him gasping and spreading his legs wide. His balls, so much bigger and leathery and wet than they had been, were soft cushions under the arch of the other dragon's foot.

"Feels like you're all pent-up, too, master."

"Mmmph..."

"What's the matter, hmm? Want to hump my foot already? Or did this little transformation take you even further than that?"

"Going...going to get hard...real fast here..."

"Ooooh, I want to see."

"Gonna be big..."

"Good."

"Big and...and musky."

"Even better!" Engy grinned. "Come on. Push it out. Push it out for me."

Oh, it was going to come out, and it was going to come out in a hurry. Draconicon shivered as he felt the pressure of those toes working his sheath over, pulling at the little wrinkles at the base and teasing the shaft inside. Just that little bit was enough to -

"Mmmph!"

It was like a flood of goo coming out from inside, running out and over Engy's toes as he pushed on it again. The sheath fluid, half-pre-cum and half something else, oozed out clear and slimy, soaking anything in its path. The heavy smell of horse lust got even stronger as his cock followed, the mottled pink and black head slowly rising out of its fleshy container, getting heavier and fuller by the second.

It fell out and down, first, the head weighting it down, and the slippery, slimy feeling of it exiting the sheath was so intense and bestial that he felt like he was already so close. He curled his toes, his head grinding against the glass behind him as he felt it just...oozing out. It felt so naughty, so dirty, so naughty just letting it loose, and he wondered how it was going to feel when it started getting -

Oh, he was finding out. The feeling of it getting stiff wasn't as intense as the initial release, not yet, but it was getting that much more pleasurable the harder that it got. Feeling it standing up and out from him like a steel rod - and nearly long enough to go from Engy's foot up to mid-thigh, which was saying something - he huffed under his breath and watched as the head firmed up, getting more of that traditional horse flare while the tip was just opening, creating a larger, wider urethra than he'd ever had as a dragon.

"Wow. That's big," Engy said, shaking his head. "I don't think I could trap that between my toes."

"Nnngh...nope."

"But I bet I could make it do what I said."

"Nnngh...not...not yet..."

"Oh, right. Still transforming?"

He started to say yes, only to realize that the spell had stopped. He was still part dragon, considering that his face, horns, wings, and tail were entirely draconic, but everything else had been warped to horse. Yet, the spell had stopped, and he'd need to start it again to finish it.

"Not yet...not the rest of the way just yet."

"Aww, but you look so good as a horse, master."

"I look good with a horse cock. I'm not a full horse yet."

"You got the ass," Engy pointed out.

"Mmmph..."

He blushed as he felt just how much of a difference that had made, and how much more it would likely make in the future. Shaking his head, he dragged himself to his feet, trying to focus his thoughts past the need in his balls, which was mostly just saying to get fucked. Get fucked, get filled, show off what kind of a slut he could be -

Shut up.

"Okay...explanation," Draconicon said, holding up a finger. "Long story short, I was trying to get a different shape to have some incognito fun. It's...not gone quite the way I was hoping. You walked in and saw it, so...the idea's kinda busted."

"...Unless I keep your secret," Engy said. "Heh. And I bet you want me to push it, don't you?"

"...Maybe."

"Hehehehehehe."

"Oh, I know that laugh."

"You're going to know a lot more than that, 'master.' I think we're going to have a lot of fun..."

And that was entirely the point. He smiled despite himself, only to yelp as Engy grabbed him by the ass and turned him around. The feeling of hot breath puffing over his new pucker was hotter than he expected, and he arched his back as he felt a pair of thumbs rubbing over his rim, too.

"Let's get a good look at you...and then I'll figure out what I want from you to keep me quiet..."

The End

Summary: Draconicon decides to indulge in a bit of transformation, and ends up getting into a naughty, kind of dirty situation.

Tags: M/solo, Self-Teasing, Briefs, Underwear, Slime, Sheath Slime, Pre-Cum, Transformation, Dragon, Horse, Horse Cock, Sweat, Musk, Naughty, Subby, Draconicon, Series,