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The Bodyguard's Frustrations for DrakeHavok by Draconicon

Windsire came to a halt at the outskirts of the small town, shaking his head a few times as he looked up and down the main street. It wasn't much, but it would have to do; the demonic stallion couldn't venture much further afield than this.

"Prince Saunak better appreciate my efforts. He is becoming a serious pain in my rear."

The horse shook his head, adjusting the darkness-molded clothing on his chest and hips. The vest and pants were barely visible against his dark fur, only serving to break up the red lines that occasionally showed through the fur, but it was better than nothing. He was a little more civilized than his master, and while he had the equipment to let hang, he wasn't the sort to show it off if he didn't have to.

With the heat of his demonic heritage burning off any dirt that came into contact with his feet, the horse looked down the street once more. His eyes took in the few people that were out and about at this hour, and he summed them up in little more than a glance.

Too fat. Too tired. Too old. Too rich. Too instated. Not tall enough. Not big enough.

He was about to step through the shadows again when a door to a hotel opened, and someone new stepped out. Windsire looked at him, and for once, let his gaze linger for a little bit longer.

The white horse was different than those around him. A little lost, a little bit ill-at-ease. He would be a foreigner, then, much like himself. He didn't have rich clothes, nor did he carry himself like someone used to commanding attention. So not someone high up in whatever his chosen profession was. Nobody talked to him, so he didn't seem like he was visiting friends anywhere near the hotel.

It all added up to someone that wouldn't be missed. And considering how he looked, with a decent enough build and a good base species to work with, Windsire knew that he had found his target.

Beggars can't be choosers, perhaps, but at least I'm dealing with a good offering.

With that, the stallion stepped into shadow, and disappeared from mortal view.

When I'm done with this, my Prince, you will finally have a toy that lasts for more than a day.

Drake was halfway between his hotel and the restaurant next door when something grabbed him from behind. The white stallion could only gasp as he was nearly yanked off of his feet and pulled into the alley between the two buildings, as there was no time for a scream. In less than a second, he was pushed back against a chainlink fence by...

By nothing, from the look of it. He couldn't see anybody around. He turned, looking over his shoulder through the fence, but there was no one there. He turned back -

"AH!"

And nearly jumped out of his skin at the sight of a black and red horse, standing seven feet tall, and looming over him. It was terrifying enough to be cornered by someone of that size, but when the other horse's mane suddenly burst into flame, he pushed himself against the fence even harder, as if he could melt through it.

"Who are you? What do you want?"

"My name is Windsire. Chief protector of Prince Saunak of Aparajita, overseer of royal affairs, and acquirer of my lord's whims."

"You - who? What?"

"I am the bodyguard of a prince of the Mongoose Court. And I am here to claim him a new toy. You."

"Toy? I'm not -"

The other horse moved faster than Drake could believe, sweeping a black and red limb against his legs. The stallion hit the ground, landing on his back, and before he could get up, he was pinned in place with a large foot. A very, very large foot, with a heel that rested against his crotch and toes that rested near the start of his chest. He blushed, particularly as it ground against him enough to make his stomach heat up from the friction.

He grabbed at the other horse's - Windsire's - ankle, but no matter how he pulled and tugged, it didn't move. More than that, it was like grabbing shadow; his hands passed through it after a moment, only for it to become solid again a second after. His fingers were hot, too, as if they had been held under a stream of hot water for a few seconds. His attacker chuckled.

"Don't bother. I'm beyond what you can handle."

"Let me go. Please, I didn't -"

"Hmm, hold still."

Drake groaned as the demonic horse pushed down, squeezing his cock between the large sole and his belly. The foot swayed back and forth, grinding into his shaft, and it unfortunately started to grow as he felt unwilling surges of arousal. Windsire hummed to himself.

"Decent size. Not as big as some of his highness' harem, but large enough...and you will grow, during the process."

"P-process?"

"Of being turned into a demon."

Drake's eyes went wide, but before he could say anything, there was a burst of fiery light from the horse's foot. It burned through his pants and a good bit of his shirt in less than a second, exposing his cock to the open air. Almost immediately, the sole of the foot pressed down on him, the hot underside immediately making everything - even his cock - sweat from the intense heat. Drake leaned his head back, biting his lip to hold back his moan.

It didn't help, though, particularly as Windsire started grinding his heel back and forth. It provided just enough pleasure to his balls to be a tease, and the slow rubbing side to side along the bottom of Drake's shaft made his cock grow harder and harder. He could feel it rising up, pushing up against the underside of Windsire's sole, and when he looked down, he blushed at the sight of the big cock throbbing and oozing. The pre never stuck to the sole, though; it disappeared, flashing away as if it was consumed by the demonic fire that surged around his attacker.

"You are aroused. Good. It will not be hard to turn you."

"You don't have to! Please, just -"

"If you will not be silent, I will have to gag you. Please, stop talking."

As frightened as he was, he didn't dare push the bigger stallion any further. The idea of being gagged was more terrifying than whatever else the big guy was doing. If he kept that off, at least he'd be able to talk; maybe if someone passed by, he could even shout for help. Drake nodded, clamping his mouth shut, and Windsire nodded.

"Good. Now hold still; this should be mostly pleasant."

Mostly?

It was all he had time to think before the stallion started grinding his foot up and down the white horse's cock. The underside was surprisingly slick, and very smooth, as if it had never actually touched the ground. Drake moaned despite himself, arching his back as that foot ground against him, teasing him, stroking him constantly. It was driving him out of his mind from the start of it, and he was almost disappointed when the foot started to lift up.

However, his cock never pulled away. To his shock, several shadows pushed their way out from the sides of the horse's foot, and latched onto his shaft, keeping it pinned in place. Drake stared, his breath coming in a ragged set of gasps, even as Windsire continued to tease, grind, and rub against his cock.

"That's it. It's pleasure you want, isn't it? Just let it happen. Let it come."

The underside of the big horse's foot flared red, and the color flared around Drake's cock. It settled in, and left behind a surging heat. Not uncomfortable, the horse was surprised to find, but...powerful. Irresistible. He groaned, arching his back again and leaning his head back as his cock was shoved down against his belly, another blast of red light surging over his cock.

When he looked down again, he saw that it had grown. Not much, but definitely a few inches, throbbing further up the underside of the bigger horse's foot. He panted, unable to keep from grinding upwards, much to the black stallion's satisfaction, it seemed.

"That's it. Just give in. You will find this new existence much more enjoyable."

He had no idea what Windsire meant, but Drake couldn't stop. With each successive pulse of red light over his cock, the feeling of that foot on his shaft just got better and better, making him more and more sensitive to the teasing strokes. He moaned, his fingers clutching at the alley floor, even as his cock throbbed and his balls churned in need. He had to have been leaking like a faucet, but it seemed to disappear, leaving only sweat, the throbbing of his cock, and the constant, teasing pressure that Windsire put on him.

When he finally went over the edge - something that felt like hours in the making but could only have been a few minutes - Drake whinnied at the top of his lungs, spurting his load all over the underside of that foot. As he came, he felt...something...being drawn out with it, almost like there was something tugging at his mind, at his heart, at his very soul. It almost ruined his orgasm, but that perfect foot and the way the toes curled around his cock head saved it, making him moan for nearly a minute as the orgasm went on and on.

Finally opening his eyes, Drake looked down at himself. Red had displaced his white coloring from his cock outwards, turning him red halfway down to the knee, and most of the way up to his chest. He panted as he stared, shaking his head in shock. It was impossible, simply incon...incon...

The word escaped him. It couldn't have been that important, could it? He looked up at the demonic horse, and Windsire looked back. There was an inquisi...curious look in the other horse's eyes, before it faded into a smirk.

"It seems that you are responding well to the corruption. And the prince will likely approve of a little less brains in his newest harem boi."

"What...what are you talking about?"

"Did you think your new body would come free?"

"What?"

"Not that you will understand for much longer, anyway..." The stallion leaned forward, putting just enough weight on Drake's cock to make him shudder. "You are giving up something for your new body. For your sexy, powerful body that will dominate and use a prince until he finally stops bothering me. I will leave it up to you to figure out what...though I doubt you'll understand."

He went back to the grinding, and Drake went back to moaning and grinding. Every time that he tried to collect his thoughts and try and solve the problem, the so...solu...the answer was pushed out of his head by that big foot rubbing and milking him. He groaned, pushing back and trying to think for a few more minutes before finally giving up. He thrust back, grinding his cock against that foot and trying to build up to another orgasm.

It probably didn't matter that much, anyway. If he couldn't notice the diff...differen...change, then it couldn't have been that big of a thing, right? And to dominate a prince...well, that was something he'd never done, and he looked forward to it.

The End