[b][u][center]The Contesting Powers of Desire
Part 3
By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]








He saw his colt and the colt-to-be to the edge of the Forest of the Spring Tree before disappearing back to Desiderium. The pull of his home realm was too strong, and he had been fighting it since the end of the conflict with Segun. His purpose fulfilled, there was only so long that he could maintain his presence before he was dragged back against his consent. 

Reappearing in the Great Yellow-Stalk Plains, he found himself among his camp once more. The rest of the herd, great horses with manes and tails of fire, looked up as he took shape once more. They gathered about him, milling around in the way of feral creatures, brushing against him and touching him, stroking him, making contact and reassuring themselves that he had returned. 

He smiled, letting his cares fade for a moment as he caressed them in turn. Soft fur beneath his fingers, little lips against his hands, the butting of heads for those that were closest: they all served to anchor him among his own people once again. 

One of them, a soft, red-furred stallion that reminded him of another son of his, far away, leaned closer. One hand went beneath Shadolm’s loincloth, fondling his sheath, teasing it forward and circling the opening. 

“Does our father have time to be welcomed home?” the smaller stallion asked with a broad smile. 

“Heh, not yet.”

“Father…”

“Soon, my children. Soon.”

He leaned down, kissing the stallion’s forehead before greeting all the others. Mares and stallions alike flocked to him, brushing up against his sides, hugging him, embracing him, some nipping at him as they passed by and flicking their tails to the side in obvious teases as they walked past. Shadolm chuckled, spanking them and sending them on their way. 

Once the herd was greeted, the Dolis needed seeing to. With three swarms all but destroyed and but a single survivor from them, he would need more. He called the other three under his service – Where’s The Restroom, SEX!!!, and Down! – to him, and set them the task of finding any new-formed swarms that were in the area. There would be many; the Doli came and went like flies with the seasons, and mortals were always in season. 

With instructions to search until they found at least seven more and to bring them to the camp, he sent them off. The three swarms of green and silver disappeared in all directions but the great city to the south, and he watched them go until there was nothing left to be seen. 

“Master.”

Shadolm smiled, turning to the voice. The last survivor of A Good Nap remained, held together by his order to survive and its own gathered desire. It was still in the body of a Doli, but unlike the swarms of weak things that he had sent across the Plains, this one had grown. He was still smaller than the great stallion, but slightly over half his height now rather than barely meeting a third. His wings had grown, now nearly twice his height rather than the little fluttery things that were barely sufficient to lift him from the ground, and he had muscle. Not much, but enough to see along those stumpy arms and legs. 

“You have ascended,” Shadolm said. 

“Yes, Master.”

“And your name?”

“Satilla, Master.”

“Satilla. And you are…”

“The Driver of Completion.”

The stallion smiled. A desire that would only receive short bursts from different individuals, but one that would grow, indeed. For mortals often sought to complete things, and they would crave something to be finished. Yes, Satilla would grow, perhaps even to a Keeper, in time. 

“You will stay in my service?” he asked. 

“For now.”

“Then fly with the others. Your wings will carry you far.”

He offered his hand, and the Driver bowed before it, taking it and pressing it to his forehead. Shadolm blessed the survivor, and took his hand back. 

It was tempting to stay among the camp until Alicja summoned him to the commune once more. There had been so much business of late that he had neglected his own pleasure, and he didn’t know if he would have the time to really get that later. There was much running to be done in the near-future. The Yellow-Stalks were more active this time of year, and there would be less rest-time at the end of the day before they had to run once more. He might not get the chance to seed his mares for a time, and not all of them were good with quickies. Some required hours, or nothing at all. 

But at the same time…

He looked towards Mount Cubicle in the distance. Its blocky, half-real shape stood out against the rest of the Soul-Torn Mountains now that he knew which it was, and he knew that Segun would still be there. 

“Father?” one of the mares asked. 

“I will return.”

A step, no more, and he was upon the bent slopes of the mountain. Segun rested outside his cave, the bleeding Hoarder huffing under his breath. The gray wolf saw him coming, and chuckled. 

“Come to gloat?” Segun asked. 

“Hardly. I have come to see if you survived.”

“I took your challenge. You did not kill me, and Desiderium will not let me die.”

“Only the Dolis face that fate, down here.”

“A desire truly realized never dies; it is only forgotten.”

Even if the Hoarder had been completely healthy, Shadolm realized that he would have felt no fear. Something had changed between them, and he shook his head as he sat down on a nearby rock. The wolf grunted, slowly pushing himself upright, his too-long arms swaying at his sides. The bloody holes that the stallion’s spear had left in his chest and across his torso continued to bleed, and likely would for hours, yet. He watched as the fires of Desiderium flickered around the edges of the wounds, keeping them from getting worse and sustaining the wolf in the process. 

“You have questions, heh,” Segun said. “I can smell them. Ask; I can’t run away.”

“Not that you would.”

“Heh…never.”

“Why did you and yours lie to me?”

“About Katsuko?”

Shadolm nodded. 

“It was a half-lie,” the wolf demon said, shaking his head. “The first time, when we took one of yours. That one was one that I ordered.”

“…You attacked me. Deliberately.”

“I picked a challenge. One that they would be able to survive.”

Shadolm cocked his head to the side. Segun chuckled in his half-mad way. 

“I knew you would be called. I knew that they would be healed before they could die. And I was willing to pay the price if you demanded it. They are my pack, after all, hunters and warriors.”

“Why my people?”

“They are strong, strong enough to resist the bites and claws of my mortals. Even with my power, Katsuko struggled to shed blood. She pushed herself hard to do anything at all, and to steal one of yours was a coup in and of itself. I knew that they would not try and kill them. They needed to learn, and they did.”

“And the second time?”

The wolf’s eyes flashed red. 

“The second time, they assumed. The second time, Katsuko went off without a word, assuming that this would please me again.”

“You cannot be surprised by this.”

“I was not. But I was…disappointed.”

“You had to know.”

“I expected better…but they are pups,” Segun said, shaking his head. “I forget…I forget with mortals. They do not learn so quick as you and I might do. They are…eager to do the same thing. Again, and again.”

“As do we.”

“But we have no choice. [i]They[/i] do.”

He could hear the envy in Segun’s voice, the way that the wolf regretted the circumstances of his birth. They were alike in that, in some ways. There were days when Shadolm wondered if his love for his herd was real and genuine, or if it was merely what he had to give due to what he was. 

Most days, he was able to put that worry to the side and function. Most days, he forgot that it had ever been a thought. But then there were times when someone reminded him, and he had to deal with that again. 

“The question remains. Why did you lie to me?”

“Because they are mine. Ned lied to you because he knew that you would punish Katsuko; he lied because he wanted her back, and he thought that you would merely demand something of him. And I lied because they are mine, and I will not lose them. If you blamed me again, then we could fight.”

“Or you could die.”

“Heh, but I didn’t.”

“…Why protect them, then?” he asked, crossing one leg over the other. “I have my reasons, but they are part of who I am. I must protect them, regardless of their stupidity. Why do you?”

“Because they will grow. That is the nature of challenges; you grow, and you grow, and you push yourself to keep trying harder things.”

“And the consequences?”

“They come…when they will not break you,” Segun said, growling. “And they will face…many. I have challenges for them, now, challenges that will push them and remind them what it means to be true hunters. If they are to stay mine, then they will learn to grow from pups to wolves.”

“Then this will not happen again?”

“If it does, I will [i]eat[/i] them myself.”

Shadolm nodded. That was sufficient for him. So long as it wasn’t the same attack again and again, so long as that pack learned where the boundaries were, they wouldn’t have another problem like this. 

“And you?” Segun asked. 

“What about me?”

“What will you do with Raphael?”

“I will do what I always do. I will make him a part of the herd.”

“Heh…a horse he will be, eh?”

“You seem to be fine with that. Was he ever truly a part of your pack?”

“He wanted to be,” the wounded wolf said, shaking his head as he looked down the mountain slope. “He came to us with the hope to be better. He was nothing but an office worker, you know. I imagine that he would never be able to escape this mountain if he came down here as a soul alone.”

An office worker. That explained the slump despite all the muscles of the great gray wolf. He had probably hoped that he would find something of a purpose among the pack. Instead, he found a great deal of idiots that wanted to be stronger and get the attention of something bigger. A pity, indeed. 

And now he knew why he had been given up. Not because he was a weak link of the pack – though he was – but because he was someone that needed a different home. In one stroke, Segun had not only strengthened the pack, but made sure that someone that didn’t fit went where he belonged. The stallion smiled. 

“You know what you’re doing.”

“I do what I can.”

“You will recover swiftly, I imagine. You must find more challenges.”

“Perhaps one day, I will be a Collector, as well.”

“With how mortals challenge themselves, I have no doubt.”

He stood up, and he offered his hand. Segun did not bow over it, as the others had, but took it and squeezed tight. Shadolm returned the same pressure, and they grinned. He did not know if he had more of a wolf’s grin or if Segun had more of a stallion’s smile, but something had changed between them. Something had grown. 

“I will watch the plains while you are gone,” Segun said. 

“And perhaps I shall send you a mare later.”

“Ha! She’ll never leave, after that.”

“To exceed me in their hearts is a challenge you will never achieve.”

“Heh, oh, challenge me harder…”

“Be well, Segun.”

“Roam far, Shadolm.”

As he released the wolf’s hand, the familiar pulling power of the summoning magic came upon him. He nodded his farewell, and surrendered to it. 

#

He arrived in the commune once more, coming out in the open green in the center. Alicja looked exhausted, but that was to be expected; summoning one’s patron three times in one day was not typical, and it took a great deal of energy to get him through from Desiderium to the mortal plane. 

“You should rest,” he said. 

“I will…later.”

“As soon as this is done.”

“…Fine. I will, as soon as you have finished.”

“Heh. You wish to watch?”

“Always, father. Always.”

The gray mare leaned in, bowing at the waist to kiss the loincloth right over his sheath. Shadolm snapped his fingers as she stood up, letting it fade from existence and allowing everything to hang free. The soft hiss of appreciation was always enjoyable.

“Where is he?” 

“This way, father.”

They walked past the greenhouses, and he was not surprised to see Athol already hard at work. The stallion was shouting orders at the other farmers inside, pushing them, driving them along. He imagined that the black and white stallion had been busily imagining how the cult had been falling behind in his absence, and planned to make good on his return. 

He shook his head in amusement. Athol had always been an aggressive one. He imagined that the life of a stallion suited him much better than his previous existence had. 

They rounded the back of the greenhouses to find Raphael waiting. The wolf leaned against the back wall of the last greenhouse, his arms crossed and his clothes scattered. His eyes were downcast, his mouth slack, and he looked, more than anything else, tired. Shadolm approached, putting a hand on the wolf’s shoulder.

“Welcome home,” he said. 

“This isn’t home.”

“Not yet, perhaps. But soon.”

“I thought Segun’s cult would be home. That last fucking job was supposed to be a family. What makes you different?”

“Do you wish me to tell you, or show you?”

“I don’t have a choice. I just…I don’t care anymore. Just…do whatever it is you’re going to do. Life’s fucked me often enough.”

“Perhaps. But here, things will be different.”

“I’ve heard that before.”

“Perhaps, this time, you will believe it, my son.”

He squeezed the wolf’s shoulder, letting loose his power. The fires pushed through, just as they had with Katsuko, but without the power of another demon to stop him, they rushed through and took hold immediately. Raphael gasped, his eyes going wide, and he stumbled forward one, two, three steps before he caught his balance. His fur was already starting to fall out, all of it but the roots pushing free and falling to the grass below. Long, silver streaks, like fallen hay, painted a line across the grass. 

Shadolm looked down out of the corner of his eye. Alicja was already starting to show her reaction to the transformation; her nipples were harder, and she was pressing her thighs together. He nodded around the corner, and she darted away. For all that the mature woman had seen this before, he knew that she’d have a hard time controlling herself with the show. She always enjoyed it. 

But it would be disrespectful to make it obvious. For all that Raphael had come from the enemy, they would treat him with the same respect and the same welcome that they did with anyone else. 

As she disappeared, the soft ‘schlick, schlick’ sound of a female enjoying herself rose to meet his ears. He doubted that Raphael could hear it, though; he was dealing with the soft click-crack-clack of his bones rearranging, his face pushing out, his ears losing their super-hearing as they softened to something less predatory. 

He approached, slowly, gently, cupping the other man’s face between his palms as it changed shape. He leaned down, forehead to forehead, and pressed gently against him. 

“Easy…easy…”

“What…what is…”

“These are new thoughts, new instincts. Just let it pass. Let it become part of you…easy…easy…”

Raphael struggled at first, trying to pull away, but Shadolm just held him gently. The pressure of the bones popping and cracking was always a surprise for those going through the transformations, but as loud as they were, they were painless. The body was adjusting itself to its new reality, and the power of Desiderium’s fire, channeled through him, kept that reality from being painful. 

Throb. 

Throb. 

Throb. 

The new stallion rippled under him, growing outward. He already had the thick shoulders of a powerful man, but his new shape demanded more. He grew taller, bursting upward, sliding past his greatest height as a wolf and lunging for the sky. Up, up, up he went, getting taller until he was nearly eight feet in height. Shadolm leaned his head back, smiling as he watched the gray remnants of fur turn to black and white, splitting in a similar style to what Athol had for a coat. 

[i]Clydesdale. A lovely choice.[/i]

He patted Raphael’s cheek as his tail split, falling all at once from a long, muscular thing to a bundle of hair. The long strands fell downward, covering his ass almost completely, and the once-wolf leaned back against the greenhouse once more, his hips thrust forward ever so slightly, and – 

“Better?”

“Nnngh…mmmph…”

“There you are…the fun part…”

He chuckled to himself, patting the wolf’s swelling sheath as it started to rise up, pushing forward with something too thick to be contained in something so relatively small. The flesh inside was already wide, the knot showing for a moment before the thickness of the twin bulbs expanded, growing further out even as that thickness started to rise along the rest of the shaft. The faint hairs on the sheath fell out, leaving it fleshy rather than fuzzy, and the sheath itself pulled inward. 

The familiar wrinkles of a horse sheath overtook the tight tube of a wolf, slowly dragging the cock itself further, further, further inward. He reached down, rolling the hairless orbs just a few inches further down, and he smiled as he bounced them in the palm of his hand. They were so heavy, and getting heavier, the familiar churning, throbbing, swelling feeling making the slightly loose orbs go taut and tight with more and more seed. 

“You will be a good stud, little colt.”

“Nnngh…not…little…”

“Not anymore,” Shadolm said, chuckling as he shook his head. “And certainly not for long…”

Each pulse of demonic fire robbed Raphael of more of his wolf-hood and added more stallion to him. It ran through him, bringing out the natural thickness of his body. His chest pulsed, his pectorals pushing forward, growing thick and strong to the point where they were like slabs of flesh beneath the black fur. His nipples stood out, and Shadolm smiled as each one sported a small gold ring through it. 

He hadn’t asked for that, but the transformation took many things beyond simply brining out the horse in someone. It brought out other desires, other thoughts of what someone should be. 

And those desires obviously included a big cock, as the once-pointed shaft started emerging from the fleshy, wrinkled sheath. It throbbed upward, growing bigger, bigger, and bigger still, eight inches already out and far more still to come. It hung down, growing longer, the head flattening and becoming more and more equine. The little hole at the tip expanded, and the few little bubbles of pre-cum that had started flowing turned into more of a flow, a trickle to a legitimate river of pre-cum. 

As the silver liquid ran down, Shadolm could feel and hear Alicja around the corner, the older woman staring and enjoying the show and the sight of the big dick coming free of the new sheath. He reached down, gently lifting the sagging, thick head so that it pointed forward, and encouraged the rest of the shaft to come on out. 

Bit by bit, it did as it was bid, growing longer, thicker, heavier. Raphael never stopped moaning as his muzzle rounded out, as his lips and nose grew softer and more rubbery, as his face grew more gentle and longer than it had once been. His tongue hung out, not the same as a wolf tongue, but more like a grasping horse’s tongue. Shadolm chuckled. 

“This is better.”

“Mmmph…”

“You are better.”

“Better…yeah…”

“Better…and bigger.”

Much bigger, he imagined; a foot and a half of cock had come free of that sheath, more than sufficient for nearly any mortal. He smiled, giving it a little squeeze around the forming ring at the middle, shaking his head with amusement as the whole thing finally throbbed properly. 

He let go, and it started rising under its own need. Bit by bit, it rose up until it pointed towards the heavens, the flared head pulsing and soaked with pre-cum already. 

“Fuck…fuck…”

“It’ll be something that you get used to. But for now…on all fours.”

Raphael looked at him. Their eyes met, and Shadolm saw the same deep sparkle of obedience that had adorned Katsuko’s eyes after her transformation. Unlike with her, though, there was no resistance. There was no holding back. There was just…happiness. Happiness, a bond, love, care, wonder, the same sort of feeling that every colt should have as part of the herd. 

They were finally Raphael’s to feel, and he felt the sadness and relief and joy and so much more coming down the bond. He cupped the other man’s chin, nodding at the ground. 

“On all fours.”

The stallion fell, and as soon as he did, he arched his back as the growth rolled around his hips. After all, no horse was complete with a proper, full-sized rump. 

“This is so much better than that wolf shape, is it not?” Shadolm asked, kneeling down beside the gasping male. “Bigger…better…stronger…happier.”

“So…so good…”

“You are happier as a horse…because a horse is [i]better.[/i]”

“B-better…”

Shadolm nodded. Oh, he knew that there was an argument to be made about better species and all that, but there was no doubt in his mind that there was a desire for everyone to be an equine. Buried deep or kept shallow, it didn’t matter; there was not a person in the world that didn’t have some desire to have their body warped, to become like him, to have the muscles and the power and the elegance of equine-kind. 

Their legs. 

Their faces. 

Their running gait. 

Their utter pleasure. 

He ran his hand along the swelling cheeks of Raphael’s new ass, feeling just how much they twitched and clenched already. His tail was high, his pucker was swelling outward, and he was embracing his new horse-self with every bit of his soul. Bit by bit, everything continued to grow, becoming mightier, thicker, more powerful, more obvious. 

Just one more joy of being a horse. There was no hiding anything, from cock to pussy to ass to anything else. There was no hiding anything about the pleasure and perfection of the species as one became the best that they could be. He traced a circle around the slowly-puffing hole between Raphael’s cheeks, feeling it clench inward, then push out, the anal ring expanding to become a proper horse donut. He teased around it, running a finger around the bulging tissue to the center, and felt it squeeze as if to kiss his finger. 

“Such a good colt.”

He leaned down, kissing one cheek, and he patted it gently. The stallion moaned for him, and he slowly stood up, his own shaft having fallen from his sheath. It was so heavy and full, and he smiled as the new stallion turned to face him. His feet were still curling, his toes becoming hooves, and the whole last bit of the transformation taking shape, but the pure happiness in his eyes could not be denied. He – 

“MMMMPH!”

Alicja finally went over the edge, and Shadolm shook his head with amusement as Raphael whipped his head to the side. The herd-master sighed with a smile. 

“You will find that the herd enjoys bringing new people in.”

“They…she did that…because of me?”

“She will hopefully be doing that because of you many times over. It is the obligation of younger colts to see to the needs of the older mares.”

“…Oh.”

“Indeed.”

He helped Raphael to his new hooves, and after the tall stallion rolled about a bit, getting used to them, Alicja walked around the corner. Her thighs were soaked with her own juices, and she grabbed Raphael by the base of his cock and pulled. 

“With me.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

The new Clydesdale looked over his shoulder, completely helpless, and Shadolm waved him on. As much as he would have enjoyed breaking in the new cold, there were many others in Desiderium that needed his touch. And he had promised them that he would come back, and they would have their pleasure again. 

[i]And if I leave now, there will be time before we must run again.[/i]

He reached for the summoning spell still upon him and cut it. For all that Alicja was a powerful mare, she was still but a mortal, and he was a Collector of Desiderium. Their power was not the same. 










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

Summary: Shadolm has a brief meeting with Segun, and then goes to induct a wolf into the pack. 

Tags: M/M, M/Solo, Transformation, Wolf to Stallion, Horse Cock, Horse Superiority, Equine Superiority, Masturbation, F/solo, Cock Growth, Demon, Horse, Wolf, Orgasm,