[b][u][center]Daddy Comes to Town By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] Shadolm rolled his head from side to side as the spell called him to the mortal plane once more. The shimmering reds of his home plane of Desiderium faded away, leaving him lit only with the brighter - but somehow less substantial - yellow light of their sun. The black-furred, red-maned demon stallion took a step forward, the earth trembling until he properly ‘contained’ his essence, and his cult tripped and stumbled about him as the world adjusted to his presence. “Father, it is so good to…see you…” He turned his head to the mare addressing him, an older female with gray fur and a white mane. She was mostly undressed - as he preferred - and wore nothing more than a dirt-smeared gardening apron and a sun-hat. Shadolm chuckled at the sight of her hips poking out from around the edge of the apron; he’d had the pleasure of being behind her more than once since - “Father, why are you…dressed like that?” Shadolm chuckled, looking down at himself. Rather than the golden chest-piece and loincloth that he normally wore on his mortal excursions, he’d decided to change things up this time. Instead of the metal, he wore leather, a brown-leather vest that ran from his shoulders to just above his waist, with pointed ends that framed his crotch. A gold-buckled belt with black leather held up pants that were otherwise pointless, with his sheath and sac falling through the open crotch in the front and his legs exposed most of the way to the knee. He hooked his thumbs through his belt and leaned his head back, a ten-gallon hat taking shape over his head. “Mmmm, the new clothes, you mean?” “Well, yes, Father. I - well, we hadn’t expected to see you -” “Dressed up?” He chuckled. “I consider this a special occasion. Something to…enjoy. Call it inspiration; a few souls came to visit with a predilection for the ‘Wild West,’ and I thought I’d see how I enjoyed it.” His mare blushed. As well she should; he had rope over one shoulder, a branding iron tucked against the small of his back, and a smile that he knew set knees to shaking anywhere he pointed it. Shadolm adjusted the brim of the hat, pulling it down over one side of his face - “Mmmph…” And his mares and stallions shivered, some falling to their knees in the co-op gardens that they kept, others huffing and bending over. “Mmmm, good foals,” he said, nodding his approval. “But for now, ‘Father’ has a few more foals to make.” “You’ll be back later, yes?” the gray mare asked. “Of course.” Shadolm bent down; for all that the mare was tall at six and a half feet, he was massive at nine. “You will always be in my heart, little one. But as a demon, my heart is most vast.” “So long as you come back, Father.” “How many times must I tell you? Daddy, please.” # As he walked the streets of Docetri, the salty bay water blowing down the eastern streets and scattering the smell of cars, steel houses, and more, Shadolm allowed himself to savor the feeling of the mortal world. It lacked the endless grasses and the empty spaces for running that his realm in Deserium had, and there was none of the infernos that set the heart to racing or the blood to burning. It was a place of steel and stone, not a place of fire and passion, but there was still something to it that was viscerally real. It was the souls, of course. Demons, devils, even angels were made of the desires of souls, and coming to the mortal world was almost like returning to one’s source. Shadolm felt stronger, more powerful here, as if he, too, had become more ‘real.’ But more than that, he felt the souls, and their desires, and knew which ones could - and would - be his. The horse could not hide as he walked down the street; after all, standing nine feet tall put him over the heads of nearly everyone around him, and the few that matched him certainly couldn’t meet his eyes. But he didn’t have to hide. He had been summoned, and such, had just as much right to be here as anyone else. He panned his eyes around the bayside street, looking at every mortal that passed his way. Some stared at his exposed crotch, blushing and hurriedly crossing the street, while others stopped dead in their tracks, stuttering and stammering as he walked by. Still others looked at him with an arrogance that defied imagination, groping themselves and muttering something about his ass. Shadolm could have punished them, of course. Little more than a thought would have sufficed to turn the arrogant orca into a donkey, hee-hawing like the ass that he was, but where was the fun in that? He was here to enjoy himself, not be distracted by, heh, ‘neigh’-sayers, and he would not allow his mood to be brought down. After discarding more than a hundred different mortals for a new foal, his eyes fell on a tiger that was deliberately not looking at him. He paused, shifting from one booted foot to the other as he looked across the street at the feline sitting at the bus stop. The striped cat had his head in a book, studiously staring at the pages, but nearly a minute passed and he didn’t move his eyes, or his head. He was trying not to look up. The demonic stallion smirked, the flames in his mane and tail burning a little higher. He lowered his muzzle, staring at the mortal, his fires burning higher as he focused on the soul within. And oh, what a soul it was. Soft, vulnerable, pulled away from the world - and with so many little fears and anxieties around older men. He had been pushed away, lopped off the family tree. “Poor little puss…” Shaking his head, Shadolm unwound the rope from his shoulder. Whistling under his breath, he uncoiled it until there was plenty of slack, and flicked his wrist to loop it around itself. Once he had a proper circle for the lasso, he spun it over his head once, twice, three times before throwing it across the street. The tiger never saw it coming. The loop wrapped around the feline’s torso, pinned his arms to the sides, and - before he had a chance to do more than blink - Shadolm yanked him across the street. He flew over three cars before landing in the stallion’s arms, and the demon looked down at him with a chuckle. “Howdy,” he said. “...H-howdy - the fuck - you - I -” “Hush, boy.” He lifted the bound tiger up, barely needing one hand to hold him aloft, and kissed him. “Mmmph…mmmph…” The horse tilted his head, their lips locking for a few seconds, then a few more. He tasted the fear, the shame, the desire to be free that burned inside of the poor cat’s soul. There was so much that had been shoved down, so much that had been locked away for the sake of fitting in here, there, everywhere. He tasted it all and he sucked it away with the cat’s breath, crushing him closer. Once he had left the kitten breathless, he lowered him to the sidewalk. They had a small audience now, but that was fine; a lord should have a crowd when he elevated someone to their proper place. He leaned the tiger against a nearby light pole, sliding a finger under the feline’s waistband. RIIIIP! The cat was still recovering, barely gasping as his pants were torn in two in the back. Shadolm licked his fingers before sliding one between the striped cheeks, shaking his head with a teasing smile. “Look at you. Barely breathing from a little kiss. Boy, you need some experience. But don’t worry; I’ll give you what your daddy never did.” “Mmmph…” “Don’t worry. I like what I saw,” he said, his cock slowly rising from its sheath as he leaned closer, making sure the cat couldn’t pull away from the pole or from him. “All that curiosity, all that need, all that fear of what could go wrong. I’m going to make sure that it never does.” “Nnngh…w-why?” “Because daddies take care of their boys.” His finger popped free as his mostly-hard cock slapped down on the tiger’s back. Where it fell - and where Shadolm’s pre landed - a shift began to take place. Clothes melted, shimmering out of existence, and striped fur began to meld. Orange, white, black: it all warred with each other, each one trying to become the one color left behind. He dragged his shaft down, the flare disturbing the cat’s coat for a moment before he pressed it between the cheeks. “Just relax, little colt. Let me show you where you belong…” The tiger was already bending to him. Mortal souls were strong, capable of great things, but when they met their desires, they warped. It was how demons tempted them, brought them low. Those mortals that could resist had merely not met the demon that matched their needs. And Shadolm matched this tiger’s. With a soft moan, the cat took the flare, and as he slid in, Shadolm saw the tiger’s tail split, one long limb becoming many strands of hair along a central line. He smiled, holding it off to the side, using the rope to tie the tiger tighter to the pole. Inch by inch, he sank his shaft inside, demonic power and soul-melding making it so that there would never be pain. After all, there should only ever be pleasure between a father and his children. When he finally hilted, the tiger moaned beneath him, already starting to take on the shape of an equine muzzle and a proper stallion rump. The young male’s face burned, his eyes wild as he looked back. “What…what is…” “Shush, boy. Daddy’s giving you what you need.” “But -” He stole another kiss, and the tiger fell silent. Their bodies, however, were anything but. [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b] Summary: When his cult summons Shadolm to the city of Docetri, the stallion surprises them with a bit of leather before going hunting for another colt for the cult. Time for the cowboy daddy to have a little fun. Tags: M/M, Mildly Toxic, Shadolm, Horse, Demon, Stallion, Rope, Transformation, Anal, Public, Size Difference, Tiger, Magic, Teasing, Daddy-Dom, Daddy,