[b][u][center]Prince Ass-Eater’s Genie Part 1 For Sinister and Guderian By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] Months passed since the induction of the minotaur Mina into the prince’s harem. The snake had all but disappeared from courtly life, something that his father made excuses for in his absence, and which the courtiers generally understood. It was certainly understandable that a member of royalty would become rather consumed with his new hungers once there were people to exercise them on, those that would satisfy them. It was stated that he would have a year’s time off to come to his senses and return to court. And in a way, he had started to return to his senses, though not in the way that the various courtiers and nobles expected. Prince Zander sat in the middle of a bath as his thoughts slowly returned to him. It was not entirely due to the water around him, nor the heat, nor the fact that he was being massaged by a beautiful woman (he hoped). It was down to the fact that the scent that had been stained almost permanently to his snout was slowly fading away, washed down by the water that was poured over him, and by the absence of the minotaur woman. The black snake flared his hood slightly, shaking his head as his conscious thoughts finally started popping through all the musky commands that had been forced into his mind. His thoughts were slow, but they were there again. The snake groaned, rubbing his head. “Master, are you in pain?” The soft voice of the reptile behind him sent a happy shiver down his spine. Zander smiled to himself, shaking his head. “No, no…” He gestured idly for her to continue, even as his smile slowly faded from his snout. He refused to let it go further than neutrality, even as he realized just how far he had fallen in so short a time. Images from the last few months started popping into his head. Memories that were condensed into pornographic images that were as startling as they were forcefully arousing, they flickered through his head one after another. The prince under a throne that had been built in the harem quarters, the musky minotaur ass shoved in his face until there was nothing else that he could see or smell. The prince on the ground, his cock kicked and flicked by toes and hooves of his harem, the shemales that formed the majority laughing as he was left as the royal ass-kisser. The sweat that stained his face regularly as Mina hypnotized him with her ass and her musk… The snake shivered, his cock rising in the water, pushing up and throbbing despite his best efforts to push those thoughts out of his mind. It was a struggle to pull himself out of the memories, and there was no way that he could just get rid of them. Nor, he supposed, should he. If he got rid of them… If he got rid of them, then there would be no-one that would push back against the minotaur woman. [i]She has to want something if she’s pushing me down like this. Does she want the kingdom? Does she want me? Some rival that was sent to knock me off my perch, give them a shot at the throne when father dies?[/i] There were possibilities. He didn’t think that there were many, but there were some, people that were interested in the throne, who thought that he would not be a good ruler. If they were trying to discredit him, though, they were doing a good job of it. He was vaguely aware of the displeasure of court, of how long he had been away from it. They would…they would be interested in seeing him come back, soon, or paying a visit to him. If he happened to be under Mina’s ass when they decided to pay a visit, any thought of being considered a good ruler would fly right out the window. [i]Have to do better. Have to get rid of her.[/i] Zander groaned as he put his arms out to the sides, his body not wanting to obey entirely. Yet, he was able to force it, pushing through the remnants of the musky trance that had settled on his mind. He could still make himself do things. Or, he supposed, he could make himself do them again. “Master?” the woman behind him asked. He turned, his eyes looking down first. No bulge in her silks, only a slit that could just barely be seen through the pink, transparent clothes. She looked up at him, cocking her head to the side, and he made himself smile again. “It’s alright. I just want to go for a walk. My robes?” The lizard woman nodded, darting off to the far side of the room. He was happy to feel a bit of life going down to his cock as he watched her ass shaking, feeling some relief that he hadn’t been made to dislike the females in his palace. That would be truly problematic, considering what he was supposed to do eventually. Breed an heir? That would be impossible if his cock was completely rendered useless. He would have to get someone else to breed his eventual partner, and the tales that would come from that… He would not let that happen. He was a powerful snake, and he would only grow more powerful. Now that he had broken free of the musky curse that was on his mind, he could take his power back. The lizard brought his robe to him, helping him into it, and then he left the room. The soft tap-tap-tap of his bare feet on the palace stone was his only companion as he wandered the halls of his quarters and that of his harem. He needed time. Time to think, time to…to pull himself together. Time to find a way out of this mess. # Zander wandered for almost an hour, pushed back from some of the rooms of the harem quarters whenever he smelled the musk of the shemales on the air. There were not too many of them yet, he realized as he examined his memories of the last few months, but there were enough to be in league with Mina and be able to help her control him. They did not have the same scent as their apparent mistress, but it was still strong enough to hold his attention captive and remind him of what he was like when he was under the minotaur. Shivering at the idea of being put under that ass again and cursing his cock for rising to the occasion, he walked down the halls towards the female quarters, and towards his personal treasure chambers. It would calm him to be around the trophies and possessions he had earned, he believed. There might be something there that would inspire him, as well. Zander paused at the treasure door, shaking his head as he looked it over. Unlike any other room in this wing of the palace, the door was made of iron, fixed to a thicker wooden post. There was no way to break it down without smashing through the walls around it, and the door itself was locked so thoroughly to it that he doubted that there was anyone that could do that. It was locked and keyed to his own aura, meaning that even Mina would not have been able to get in here. The snake lifted his hand, passing it over the front of the iron barrier, and he heard the soft snick-snicks of the various locks coming free. He waited for half a minute, then pressed, the door opening easily. As he stepped through and it slid shut behind him, he looked over the various treasures before him. There were many different things that had been given to his family as tribute over the years, from the coin pouches that lined the walls to the jewels that were laid out on trays. There were weapons of gold and silver and steel, as well as armor of the same metals. There were ornaments that would be displayed at meals, and… And there were the enchanted things that lay across the far wall, held on a small shelf for their small numbers. He crossed the room, stepping on coins and more as he made his way to the keys to his salvation. As he knew, there were not many, perhaps a handful of enchanted things that sprawled before him. Some were old, some new, but they had been given to him as the crown prince, his responsibility to look after, and his responsibility to use if there was ever occasion. [i]There is now…[/i] There were no labels for them, as even the king didn’t wish to leave them too obvious in case the vault was ever breached, but he knew what they were reputed to be. One was a ring of invisibility. One was a bag of unlimited holding. And one… Zander picked up the little golden bowl that had been in the vault for far longer than he could remember. He knew that it had been told the first time that he had been allowed in here with his father all those years ago, back when he’d first been named the heir of the kingdom. It had been there since before his father’s time, and before that. Every king knew what it was, and every prince. He held it gently between his hands, looking down at it. The genie within might just be able to solve his problems, though his father had always said to be careful with this one. It had a reputation for being…strange. [i]Strange or not, I need all the help that I can get,[/i] he thought, stroking his thumbs along the rim of the bowl. [i]If I can’t dominate her, then I have no chance of getting out from under her.[/i] He had seen in his memories that he had named Mina first of his harem, and that terrified him. It meant that she had managed to secure herself a place that was not easily taken from her, a place where he could not simply dismiss her the way that he might have done any of the other members of the harem. She was stuck at the top, and had to commit a sin that was provable before a court of law for him to get rid of her now. Merely wishing for it would still have him blamed. He had to do this…sneakily. And he was a snake. He believed that he could do that, as long as he had the help for it. So, he rubbed the bowl, and called for the genie within. In a great blast of smoke, the genie came to his summons. The room filled with purple and lavender smoke, rising from the bowl like incense, and from it coalesced a shape of something with hips and breasts to die for. Zander smiled to himself, bowing his head before the great shadow, waiting for it to come to full substance. “Mmmm…” The shadow moaned in the smoke, and he heard the sounds of a lovely woman in her voice. The thought of getting something like this teased him, and he made a decision to wish for something pleasurable from her by the end of this. Something…strong, he hoped. He looked up as the smoke began to clear, and…well, he wasn’t [i]entirely[/i] disappointed, but he was to an extent. Oh, there was nothing inherently wrong with the genie from the waist up. She had a wonderful pair of breasts, soft and smooth and fleshy like that of a human rather than one of the furred or scaled folk. They were large and hung forward, the nipples pierced through by what looked to be silver, and the purple color stood out strongly from them, flawless lavender skin running out beyond them. And the curves of her hips were beautiful, wide and flared, with a rump that seemed to push out and beg for the touch of a man, for the spanking slaps of sex and rutting. Her hair ran down her back, and her eyes were soft, smooth, seductive. All of those were wonderful qualities in the woman, but it was what hung between her legs that disappointed him. Another cock, another shemale that had been found in his service. Since Mina, his opinion of them had shifted, a hint of a command in his mind forcing him to find them extra appealing, but the damage that had been done to him keeping him from enjoying them, or even trusting them, to the same degree that he would do with a woman. The lavender-skinned genie turned to him, black horns poking out of her hair and curling towards the back of her head. He was reminded of the old tales of demons, and wondered if that was what this creature had been before being bound to the golden bowl. “So, you are the one I serve this time,” she said, chuckling under her breath, leaning forward so that her breasts were squashed against her arms. “Are you prince or king?” “As of now, prince.” “Ahhh, then are we planning regicide?” The fact that she asked that so freely made him wonder what some of his ancestors had done to earn their crown. He shook his head a few times, trying to push the thought out of his head. “No, no, nothing like that. I’m securing my place, not trying to dislodge my father.” “Ah, and your father…Yes, I see him now. Heh. He was a fun one.” “…I don’t want to know.” “Are you sure? I have many, [i]many[/i] stories of what he has done…Some of them would curl your tail right back into your own ass.” “…I really, really don’t want to know.” “As you wish, Master.” She smiled. “So, my dear Master. What do you want from your genie?” “One wish today, and the others will wait.” “Mmm, a smart Master. I approve, of course.” It was a strange feeling to be approved of by a creature like this, but he refused to let it rankle or shake him. He needed to focus on making sure that he got what he needed to get rid of Mina. He knew that she liked to shove her ass into his face, and he knew that her ass was particularly sensitive to his tongue. As long as she was focused on his face, she would never be broken, so he needed something that allowed him power. And that…that would give him some measure of revenge, too. “My harem has been taken over by a shemale minotaur, a creature named Mina. Are you aware of her?” “I am, Master,” the genie said, licking her lips. “A most luscious woman, a minotaur that knows what she wants and will go to the ends of the world to get it, if she has to.” “I want to control her.” “Is that your wish?” “No. No, not that.” He had to pick something that was definitive, something that was a little more limited than just that. “I want you to give me the perfect cock. I want a cock that will make her enjoy me more than ever. I want her to be attached to my hip after playing with it. I wish for you to give me Mina’s perfect cock.” That was something that he hoped would work. After all, once he had that, once he had the cock of the minotaur’s dreams, then he could fuck her with it and she’d fall to her knees, for a change. She’d be forced to submit to him, treat him like the god that he should be in her eyes, and then… Well, then he would be the one in charge. The other shemales could be dismissed, Mina could be kept, and then his life would go back to normal. He would be able to hold his head high once more, and the courtiers and his father wouldn’t look at him as something that had to be dismissed or managed in the eye of the public. It was the only thing that he could think of, too. The genie looked at him with a slight smirk. It was only slight, but it was enough to send a shiver down his spine. She chuckled, her breasts rising and falling at the slow sound of amusement. “Wish granted,” she said, snapping her fingers. No sooner had she said it than his cock suddenly throbbed, the tip seeming to flare out slightly while the rest of the shaft pushed forward from his crotch. He gasped at the sudden heat and tightness in his groin, the pressure almost like the hardest erection that he had ever had, but…but more so, like there was something being packed and packed and packed on down there. The snake opened his robes, staring down at his crotch as he watched the tip of his cock balloon outwards. It had been vaguely normal before, but now it was taking on the appearance of a feral horse, becoming wide and flared at the tip, thicker and wider and heavier so that it was forced to sag rather than point up in the right way. All the way down the shaft, he could see it thickening, taking on more and more of the appearance of a feral horse rather than the noble snake that he had been. He groaned as he felt the weight in front, feeling the way that it dragged his hips forward, making it impossible to stand straight and show off the way that he was used to doing. His cock ached as it fell forward, the weight of the shaft keeping it down, despite his growing arousal. His legs parted, allowing a pair of balls to push forward, thick and heavy and leathery like a horse’s. The only thing missing was a sheath, and thankfully, he felt nothing that might imply that thing was growing. The snake groaned, stumbling back and forth as he felt the thickness down there getting heavier, almost like he was growing bigger. His cock had already dropped down to a full ten inches while soft, and it looked like a lump of horse-flesh rather than a snake’s cock. But if this was the cock that Mina dreamed of, if this was what she imagined impaling her on a regular basis, then it would be worth it. He would be able to break her down, fuck her into oblivion, and then he would take back his position as the head of the harem and the head of the royal family…under his father, of course. The transformation finally finished, and he stood there with flaccid horse cock, weighted down with a flattened head and a musk of his own. He could smell it even now, despite the fact that he had just bathed. “There, Master. You now have the cock that Mina has always dreamed of.” “It’s huge.” “She has bestial desires, sir.” “I can tell…” He wanted to touch it, but at the same time, he wanted to avoid it. It was the cock of an animal, a lower creature than the anthros, and he doubted that it would be quite clean for a man such as himself to enjoy. At the same time, he had only used one of his wishes, and he could use the others to fix it. [i]I can handle her, now. I can make things better. I can fix them.[/i] The prince nodded, and gestured back to the bowl. “Return to your home, genie. I will come to you again soon enough.” “I look forward to your visit, Master.” The genie smiled a little too much for his comfort, then slid into the bowl and disappeared from sight. He shook his head, leaving the room a little faster than he might have done just a few minutes ago. # The harem quarters were nearly empty when he returned to them, though there were a few females wandering the halls. They looked at him as he passed, cocking their heads to the side as they smelled him, and he knew that they had to be aware of some change or other. Some gagged at the thick musk that clung to him, while others were more into it, moaning under their breath as he passed by. He made a mark of how each member of the harem reacted, ensuring that the ones that enjoyed the musk of the stallion cock between his legs would be the first ones to go. There was a limit to what he would allow himself to enjoy, and the ones that seemed more eager for the beast than the prince were not ones that he needed, or even wanted, to keep around. Eventually, he reached the chamber that Mina had taken for her own, and even from the doorway, he could smell her. Her musk had permeated the place, and despite the wish to the genie, he still felt it oozing into his brain, trying to turn him on, trying to make him submit to it once more. He groaned under his breath, forcing the thought out of his head. He had the cock to control her, now, and he would use it. He would. He would. Without knocking, he shoved the door open. The minotaur was seated on a throne that she had made him pay for, her eyes half-closed as one of the other shemales in the harem sucked her massive cock, and he groaned under his breath. [i]She is…sensual,[/i] he thought, looking her over. [i]Very…very – stop it. She’s using her musk against you. That’s all.[/i] He forced himself to walk across the room, pulling his robe off as he went. It took Mina all of a minute to look away from her current slut and take in the view of him, but as she did, her eyes lit up as she saw his cock. He made sure to flex his hips, to throw them from side to side to get his dick swaying around. The heavy head of it made sure that it stayed down rather than swinging too far up, making him feel the slap, slap, slap sensation of it going from thigh to thigh. His balls were heavier, forcing him to take wider steps, but that only seemed to exaggerate it. By the time that he stood before her throne, the other slut had been shoved away, leaving him free to stand and present. “I see you’ve been enjoying yourself.” “And I see that you’re not in the musk-nosis anymore,” she said with a chuckle. “And that you brought me a present. Where did you get that?” “That’s none of your business.” “Oh, but if you can change yourself, it is. I love what you did there. I bet I’m going to love it even more when it gets hard.” “Hmmph. When I’m erect, you’ll be the one on the bottom, for a change. I plan on fucking the insubordination right out of you.” “Mmmm, then get hard for me, my prince. Let me see that fat cock when it’s all the way hard.” He had been at a semi-erection ever since the whole shift had happened, so he knew that wouldn’t be hard. Yet, the way that the minotaur stared at him…that slight smirk… [i]Did I do something wrong? No, I specified the wish properly. It is the cock of her dreams, the perfect one…[/i] Zander pushed his worries to the side, focusing more on his cock as he grabbed it around the base and started stroking, tugging, pulling on it. The whole thing was sensitive, of course, eager to respond, but… But no matter how hard he stroked himself, the shaft didn’t start coming up. It didn’t get hard. It didn’t do what it was supposed to do. He stared down at his cock, pulling on it with both hands, grinding his palm into the wide head, pulling on the shaft proper. No matter what he did, no matter how he jerked himself off, the shaft didn’t get more than halfway hard. He shook his head, jerking it harder, faster, pumping his cock the way that he had done when he was a mere teenager, but it refused to rise. “What the hell?” “Mmm, I recognize that work. My people have long legends of a demon that was once free, who disappeared years ago,” Mina said, the minotaur getting off of her throne and slowly swaying in his direction. “She was a powerful woman, someone that could change the bodies of others. And there were times when she made deals with our leaders, with my ancestors. To change the cocks of our men into those of beasts…and to make them hopeless, helpless, limp without our scent.” “…” “I dreamed of having a man like that for myself, but I never thought that I’d have the chance to savor what they once had. I can’t believe that you did this for me, your highness. Now, let me enjoy this.” Zander groaned. He had made a terrible, terrible mistake. The ‘cock of her dreams’, the ‘perfect cock,’ wasn’t one that would dominate the minotaur. It would be one that she could dominate him with. The snake tried to turn, tried to run, but no sooner had he gotten the idea than Mina was right there, shoving him off his feet and making him land flat on his back. The snake grunted at the impact, shaking his head, but he couldn’t get up. Not when she was standing over him, and not when she turned to present her ass. That big, fluffy, furry, round ass…dripping with sweat…slowly coming down toward his face… “Nnnngh!” He groaned as she sat on him, her ass-sweat rubbing across his face again, drawing him back down into trance. Her rump spread, pulling his snout between the cheeks, dragging him deeper and deeper towards her hole. He gasped for breath, but all he could taste, all he could smell was her musk, her bitterness, her heat. She pressed down, locking his head against the stone floor – “Mmmm, look at that shaft…” And his cock was finally rock hard, throbbing from smelling her scent, knowing that her power was over him and complete again. Zander moaned despite himself, feeling like he was getting a tingling handjob every time that he breathed in the scent of the big shemale over him. Her balls rested on his neck, so heavy and so big that they almost made it hard to breathe. He gasped for air every time that he breathed in, sucking down her pheromones, her scent, her musk, and his eyes rolled back at the pleasure that throbbed through his cock, almost like a reward for doing so. She ground back against his face, rolling her hips against his snout, his lips, his nose. Every brush brought his face closer to her pucker, forcing him to grind back against her asshole, and he knew that she was spreading her scent along his face. Her hands gripped around the head of his cock, and he moaned, wondering just how big he had become, how wide his cock was for her. He knew that it had to be a monster, knew that it had to be something massive for her tastes. Feeling her gripping along the head of his shaft only made it worse, reminding him of the bestial nature of it, how the flared head was spongier than the head of his old cock. He could feel her hands spreading his pre up and down his shaft, encouraging him, edging him as he was forced to breathe in her hypnotic scent once more. The snake moaned, his tongue flicking out despite himself, and the taste-scent of her came to him again. He moaned, the first taste enough to make him lick again, and again, and again, dragging his tongue over her asshole like a dog lapping the water from a bowl. Again, and again he licked her, unable to stop himself, unable to want to stop. He moaned, whimpered, gasped, shivering as she stroked him. And as she stroked, and as he licked, she explained to him. “Your cock will never get hard on its own again, my little prince. It’s bound to me. If you can’t smell me, you can’t get hard. If you can’t get hard, then you can’t fuck. And if you can’t fuck, then you can’t be prince.” Another string, another rope, tying him to her and making it harder than ever to get away. The snake would have whimpered if he wasn’t so far down in his lustful trance that he couldn’t get out of it. “It looks like you need me more than ever, hmm?” Mina chuckled. “Get that tongue in there. I’ll call in a few of the girls to test-drive this new cock of yours. If they can be persuaded to touch a beast’s cock.” That was the humiliating part. Not just that he was trapped under her ass, or the fact that he was falling back into musk-slavery, but the fact that he had traded his old, noble cock for this animal thing without getting any reward. And now, he had to live with it. He couldn’t afford to waste a wish from the genie on fixing it, now. He had to hope that one of the other wishes would take care of Mina, and then give him his power back. A sorcerer, maybe, find one that would be able to fix him, to shift his body back to the way that it was supposed to be. It was a thought, at the very least, and one that he hoped would be true enough and workable. Even then, though, he could feel his mind sinking, getting smothered more and more by the heat of that ass, by all the musk that was settling into his mind. He couldn’t think, couldn’t hold himself up against that heat. All he could do was breathe, lick, and thrust his tongue into that pucker the way that Mina asked. He moaned under his breath, thrusting his tongue forward again and again, feeling that hole open up, feeling the inner walls clasping down on his forked tongue when he managed to slide it inside. He moaned, whimpering, his cock thrusting up against the clenching fingers of the minotaur woman. She squeezed him hard, pumping his dick, but every time that he felt like he was getting close to getting off, she’d pull her hips up. The sudden fresher – by comparison – air rushing up his nose would suddenly kill some of that urge, and he’d go back to being blue-balled. If she pulled up far enough, he would feel his cock actually soften in her fingers. He was truly a musk-slut now, not even able to maintain an erection without the sweaty ass-musk that Mina kept grinding into his face. His cheeks couldn’t burn any hotter, he swore. At least, not until the door opened. The prince whipped his head down, staring at the shemales that were walking into the room. A Dalmatian, a lavender-dyed feline, and two others that he barely remembered. They stepped forward, cocks slowly swaying, their breasts bouncing, their smirks wide. And before the prince could say anything, Mina dragged a finger along her ass cheeks, collecting her sweat before rubbing it right under the snake’s nose. He moaned right then and there, thrusting his hips into the air and showing off his cock one more time. It throbbed to full erection instantly, pushed right to the edge of orgasm, pre squirting up and out like a fountain. His horse-cock bounced, twitched, and spit all over the place, leaving him gasping for breath. The shemales smirked. “Oh, this one will be fun,” the feline muttered. “Oooh, oooh, that’s a big dick. And a hot ass. Can I suck him while I fuck him, Mina? Pretty please?” “Ask me, slut,” the cat muttered to the Dalmatian. “Oh, right. Can I?” Zander didn’t know what to say. His humiliation had come full circle. Not merely content to humiliate him and take away his cock’s ability to get hard on its own, he was now being presented to a bunch of shemales that wanted to use him as a toy rather than the other way around. He was the one that was supposed to be on top in the harem, not them. Mina chuckled over him, and he shivered as she swayed her ass over his head, straddling his face so that her damp butt dripped right over his cheeks. Even as he tried to hold himself out of the trance, he could feel himself sliding right back towards it, feel it reaching up to take him again. [i]Please, please, mercy…[/i] “Go ahead. I’ll keep him good and hard for you girls.” And just like that, he was swallowed up in her ass again, her cheeks pressing down on either side of his face and grinding him right into the stone floor. He felt other hands on his horse-cock, felt them squeezing, rubbing, grinding on him, and he whimpered in the deepest of humiliations as he felt a throbbing dick rubbing right against his asshole. [i]No, please…please…please…[/i] Each please faded away more and more as he breathed in her musk once more, and by the time that the third one was thought, it was more a request to be fucked than it was to be released. And he got his wish. [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]