Zodiac Academy 7: Heartless Sky

I scrolled through the comments from countless Pegasuses on Tyler’s FaeBook post which declared a decorated dong was better, though at least enough people had commented on the size of my cock not to entirely destroy my confidence. It wasn’t like I wanted a plain dick. In fact, I’d had plans to decorate the hell out of it not that long ago, but then there’d been a battle and I’d come here, and there hadn’t exactly been time to think about how I was going to go about getting my dick dijazzled.

I sighed, heading down to the dining hall and stuffing my Atlas in my pocket, sick of looking at Tyler’s beautiful dick online. Sofia had gone back to his room last night, and I once again was left feeling like I was failing at this whole Pegasus thing. My instincts wouldn’t quit though, they demanded I seize position as Dom of the herd and claimed Sofia as my own. And that was exactly what I planned on doing. But I couldn’t do it with a bare dick, that was for sure.

No, I needed to up my dick’s game, give it a makeover that crowned it as the king of the cocks. That’d show Tyler. He’d tremble at the sight of my dazzling D and then we’d see who the herd wanted to follow. Then we’d see…

I noticed a guy up ahead who I’d seen tattooing Fae in the dining hall and I trailed after him now, his silky black hair pulled into a topknot and the loose fitting tank top he wore showing off the endless Disney tattoos covering his arms. He was a big guy, his muscular arms tanned and looking strong enough to crush someone’s skull, and he had an air of terrifying about him which was enough to make me hesitate in my approach, though I refused to let it put me off entirely. He might just have been my dick’s only hope after all.

I picked up my pace, clearing my throat to try and get his attention, but he didn’t look back.

“Um, excuse me?” I asked, and he glanced around with a frown before continuing on as if he hadn’t noticed me smiling politely and waiting for him to reply.

I trotted to catch him, moving to his side and trying to keep up with his fierce pace.

“You do tattoos, right?” I asked him and he glanced at me with narrowed eyes.

“Maybe,” he muttered. “You want one?”

“No…I actually want some piercings. Do you do those too?” I asked hopefully and his gaze roamed down me in an assessing way.

“Aren’t you the Acrux kid?”

“Yeah,” I said, lifting my chin. “And?”

He observed me a beat longer then shrugged. “What do you want, your ears pierced?” He chuckled at the idea of that and heat ran up the back of my neck as I prepared to ask him for what I really wanted.

“No. I want my…you know.” I jerked my head to gesture towards my dick and the guy frowned.

“What?” he asked in confusion.

“You know…my…” I lowered my voice to a whisper. “Dick pierced.”

He bellowed a laugh and the heat in my neck travelled to my cheeks as I tried to front this out.

“Well can you do it, or not?” I hissed.

He ran his thumb over the knuckles of his right hand thoughtfully then shook his head. “I can do it, but I won’t.”

“Why?” I stamped my foot and his eyebrow arched at me.

“Because I don’t want to.” He tried to quicken his pace, but I caught his arm, tugging to make him look at me again, which he did, and the death glare I received was enough to make me release him, though I still forged on with my request.

“Come on, I’ll pay you. And I’ll do something for you in return too. What do you want?” I asked and he thought on that.

“Anything I want?” he confirmed and I nodded.

“Anything,” I agreed and he thought on that for a minute.

“Do you know Gabriel Nox?” he asked.

“Yeah, what about him?”

“Well he’s an old friend of mine, and he likes to use his Sight to get one up on me. Like the other morning, he told me he foresaw me choking on the last pancake if I ate it. But then he went and ate it, so I know his game. He played me like a fucking fool.”

“Okay…and what do you want me to do about that?”

“I want a little revenge,” he said with a grin. “But I can’t get him back myself because he’ll be watching for me. But he’s not gonna be watching for you…”

“So you want me to do what exactly?” I frowned.

“I don’t wanna know a single thing about what you do, or else he’ll see it coming. But I want you to prank him so fucking good he’ll never mess with me again.”

“You know he could literally see this conversation right now though, don’t you?” I said, aware that I had about as much chance of pranking Gabriel Nox as I had of shifting into a Dragon like my good ol’ daddy had always wanted.

“Nah, he’s busy right now,” he said with a knowing smirk. “So have we got a deal?” He offered me his inked hand.

“Dick piercing first?” I confirmed and he nodded, so I slid my palm into his and a flash of power rang between us as we made the deal. I had no idea how I was gonna fulfil my end of that bargain, but I’d give it a shot.

“Alright, I’ll get what I need. You know where the Oscura Clan are housed?”

I nodded my agreement because yeah, everyone knew where the pack of cutthroat Werewolves had taken up residence – you could hear them howling, partying or fucking at all hours of the day and night unless the silencing bubbles were maintained at all times, and Rosalie and Dante Oscura arrived at the dining hall with their enormous pack in tow every morning drawing plenty of attention. I’d even been down there with the Heirs and the twins to party with them a couple of times and it had been seriously good fun.

“Just before you get to their quarters there are a series of rooms for me and my family. I use the first on the left for my work. Meet me there in ten minutes.”

I nodded, bounding away with an excited neigh as I headed in that direction. I grabbed an apple and a couple of carrots as I passed by the buffet, thankful no one I knew was around as I walked down the twisting tunnels which led towards the Oscura Clan’s territory.

Inside the room the tattooist had directed me to was a small lounge area with a few couches and chairs that looked like they’d been made from woven moss.

I chomped my way through my apple with an excited whinny before starting on my carrots, putting my feet up on the wooden coffee table as I waited for my new friend to arrive. When he appeared with a box in his arms, I sat upright in my seat, swallowing a mouthful of my carrot.

“I didn’t get your name?” I asked brightly.

“Carson,” he said, placing the box down on the table and flipping the lid open.

I gasped, leaning forward as I took in the terrifying-looking needle inside which sat beside a tattoo gun.

“Alright, let’s get this over with. Pants off, lay back on the couch,” Carson directed and a little tremor of nerves ran through me before I dropped my pants alongside my boxers and laid down on the mossy cushions, leaving my ‘Horn and Raised’ t-shirt and rainbow socks in place.

“What about the piercings?” I asked. “Don’t I need to pick something?”

“Pick whatever you want,” he said. “I’m an earth Elemental. I can make metal and gemstones however you like. Just give me an idea of what you’re going for here. A Prince Faebert?”

I shook my head, knowing exactly what I wanted. “A Jacob’s Ladder,” I said with no hint of doubt in my voice. “A rainbow one.”

He stared at me with his dark green eyes shining with mirth. “You sure about that? The whole fucking cock?”

“Yup,” I said with a nod. “The whole thing. Top to bottom, front and back, as glittery and shiny as you can make it.”

He scrubbed a hand over the stubble on his jaw, then took out the large needle from the box. “Well it’s gonna hurt like a motherfucker.”

“Can’t you heal it as you do it?” I whinnied in protest.

“Nah, not my style. I’ll heal it after.” He smirked cruelly, shoving my legs aside as he sat beside me on the couch and roughly took hold of my cock, making me neigh in alarm. “Ready? On three.”

I nodded nervously as he lined the needle up with my shaft, and I suppressed another whinny as he prepared to spear my freaking dick with it.

“Three.” He pierced the needle through the skin and I neighed so loud the roof trembled.

“Ahhhhhh!”

***

“You can come out from under the pillow now,” Carson said and I felt his healing magic running along my cock at long fucking last. Why? Why oh fucking why had he done it without numbing my star damned dick first? I’d begged for him to do it, promised him gold and riches beyond his wildest dreams, but he’d continued to insist it was his process, leaving me in agony the whole way through.

I released a heavy breath as the pain finally ebbed away and I pushed the pillow off my head, feeling like I was about to witness a horror show, my dick carved to pieces, served up like sushi on my lap. Why had I trusted a random stranger to stab it with a fucking needle? Had I lost my mind? He could have butchered it, ruined it beyond repair.

I kept my eyes on the rocky ceiling of the cavern, afraid to look and discover what fate had befallen my precious cock. Because I was somehow sure I’d made a terrible, terrible mistake. But when I’d tried to escape halfway through the slaughter of my manhood, Carson had held me down and said I could always change my mind after he was done. But could I? Would healing magic ever repair my dick if he’d mutilated it?

“I took a bit of creative liberty,” Carson said. “Come on, look at it, asshole. If you hate it, I’ll take them out.”

I inhaled deeply, praying he really could fix this if I needed him to, saying a silent prayer to the stars as I made myself look down.

The breath got trapped in my chest as I took in the absolute perfection staring back at me. A ladder of interconnecting bars ran up the length of my shaft with the most beautiful gemstones I’d ever seen painting out the colours of the rainbow along them. A bar had been run through the very head of my cock too with a diamond on each end of it and as I took hold of my dick, I felt that same interlacing network of bars running all up the underside of it too.

“Oh my stars,” I breathed, running my thumb over each gleaming stone that adorned my cock, knowing without a shadow of a doubt that I officially had the best dijazzle in the whole of Solaria. This was the work of a cock piercing god, a dick decorating deity.

“Well?” Carson grunted and I looked up at him, gratitude sweeping through me in waves.

I lunged at him, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and he went stiff in my hold, grumbling something about his life being riddled with over-friendly people before patting me awkwardly on the back.

“So you like it?”

“I love it.” I pulled away from him, leaping to my feet and hurrying over to a lamp to examine it better in the light. It glittered like a thousand suns lived within it and a neigh of pure joy left me. “How can I repay you for this? I can get you gold, as much as you like.”

“Just mess with Gabriel and we’re square,” he said, a slight grin pulling at his lips and I nodded, sure I’d find a way to do it because I owed this guy so damn much.

I had to show Sofia and Tyler right now. I had to rub it in Tyler’s face that I had the best fucking cock in the world.

I burst out laughing, casting a thick raincloud around my naked ass and junk before sprinting from the room, tearing through the dining hall and running towards their room as I shot left and right down the tunnels, skidding along on my rainbow socks every time I took a turn.

When I made it to their room, I shoved the door open without knocking, letting the cloud dissolve to expose my entire cock which was now hard with how excited I was, showing off every sparkling stone in all its glory. “Ha! Look at my cock now, Tyler!”

But Tyler and Sofia weren’t alone. Tory and Darcy were there, patting Tyler on the shoulder while Sofia was curled up in his lap and all the Heirs stood beyond them. Orion was fucking there too and it only got worse, because apparently Hamish, my mom, Geraldine and her fucking A.S.S. friends Angelica and Justin had joined whatever this intense-looking meeting was about too.

“Tyler’s mom died, Xavier,” Sofia said in horror as she looked up at me, her eyes full of tears as Tyler looked over at me through a haze of distress on his face.

And my cock just remained standing there, slowly starting to deflate as this entire shit show played out and I took the starring role.

“By the light of an unholy moon!” Geraldine cried, shielding her eyes. “What a time to unveil your Long Sherman!”

“Xavier,” Darius hissed. “Cover the fuck up.”

“Here, baby boy.” Mom grabbed some sweatpants from the bed, tossing them to me and I scrambled into them, nearly falling on my ass as everyone looked at me and my cheeks burned as hot as the sun.

No.

Why was this happening?

Why?!

The shame of what I’d done made my mind slow to catch up with the magnitude of this situation, but as Tyler buried his face in Sofia’s neck and everyone else started discussing what could be done to strike back against Lionel, I realised she hadn’t just died. My father had killed her. And I’d burst into Tyler’s room with my cock out only minutes after he’d heard the news.

“I’m sorry,” I blurted, hurrying over to Tyler as embarrassment, horror and sadness washed over me in heavy waves. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know.”

“Let’s give them some space,” Darcy said softly, tears in her eyes as she looked at Tyler and she reached out to take Tory’s hand.

Everyone started filing out of the room and my brother tried to guide me out with them, but I dug my heels in, shaking my head at him. I had to say something, do something. I couldn’t just walk away after what I’d done. I needed to be there for my herd.

Darius let go of me and as the door clicked shut, I stepped closer to Tyler as Sofia ran her hands over his back in soothing circles.

“What can I do?” I rasped.

“There’s nothing you can do,” Tyler said hollowly and a whinny of distress left me.

I climbed onto the bed with them, needing to offer my comfort, to be close to my kind as I felt their suffering tangling with the air in this room. I wrapped my arms around them both and Tyler looked up, his reddened eyes meeting mine. There was rivalry between us still, but as he let out a soft snort, I could tell he was happy to put it aside right now, as I was. And he leaned against me as I nuzzled the side of his head, the sweet scent of Sofia melding with his richer aroma.

Our heads all fell together and we remained in silence as the weight of Tyler’s grief crashed down on us all like a sword on our backs. And my hate for my father grew to an almost tangible thing, begging to be sated.

He’d struck a blow at my herd and I felt bound to drive my horn into his heart and make him bleed in penance for this. But for now, all I could do was offer all the comfort I had to give and pray this didn’t break Tyler. Because he may have been my rival, but I realised he’d become more than that to me too. I cared about him in a way I didn’t really understand, and our fight for dominance wasn’t ever going to change that. He was a part of the family I’d found for myself, my herd, and I embraced that connection to him like I had embraced my own Order. And that was something my father could never take from us.