Your a Horse!!!!!

I was walking through the woods not a year ago, just behind my Uncle’s house. It was dark out, just after dusk, but I felt unafraid. I knew these woods, and there was nothing in them more threatening than a fox, so I continued down to my spot down by the creek where I go to when I want to think. Sometimes I’ll even sleep down there. I reached the flat rock that was buried flush with the ground right up on the creeks edge, and started building up a small fire with some sticks and fire wood that I kept down there. In no time at all there was a nice fire going, and me there roasting a hotdog. My life feels boring, nothing ever happens to me. I’m not particularly smart or athletic, though I am on the football team, and in the “harder” classes. Coming out here makes me different from other people; I’m unafraid of being alone in the dark where others would be.
As the hotdog is starting to sizzle, I hear something. A twig snapped, and I think that it must be a raccoon or something like that, maybe even a deer if I’m lucky, so I stare into the shadows where I think the noise came from. For several moments, nothing happens, but as I take a bite out of my hotdog a light shines.
Dam! I think. I hadn’t considered that it might be human, and I’m not supposed to be out this late. I start to get up, but stop as the light draws into the clearing of trees. My first thought is that it’s a horse, a horse so white that the moonlight reflects off of it like snow on a sunny day, but looking closer I realize that it has a horn. It’s a unicorn!
“Please, sit down.” Says the unicorn, and although I didn’t see it move, save for the swish of it’s tail, the voice couldn’t have been anyone else.
“Whoa, you just talked. A unicorn just talked to me.”
“Yes, I am a unicorn, in fact I am one of the last. There are only five unicorns left, and they are all female, like me. I fear we will die out before too long.”
“Well that’s horrible,” I say, taking a bite out of my hotdog. “I wish I could help you, but…”
“Oh, but you can,” she says, eyes sparkling. “That is why I’m here tonight. I’ve been watching you, and I think you’re perfect.”
I swallow the rest of my hotdog, using the time to think. I can see already where this is going, this imaginary creature is going to have me go on a quest or something, just like some sort of gay dungeons and dragons deal, and I’ll wake up next to my fire after having dozed off before I’m even halfway done doing whatever she asks me to do.
“Sure,” I say. “What can I do to help you”
The unicorn looks away, as if it were suddenly shy, but then looks me in the eye.
“I need you to become a unicorn. Believe me when I say this is a last resort, but if you’re willing to help, I will turn you into a unicorn, and you will breed with me. If you accept, there will be no turning back, and the process itself will be long.”
I stare at her, trying to figure out if this is really a dream, she certainly looks real. Still, I suppose I must be dreaming, or hallucinating. What can the harm be Besides, this might be sexy. I’ve only just started high school, and I haven’t been getting much action, so what’s the harm in some fantasy.
“Ok…so if I accepted, how would I become a unicorn, what would happen.”
“Well, magic users for centuries have used unicorn hair, horns, and blood in their magic, greatly increasing the potency of their power and potions. Many great and terrible things have been done through the use of unicorns, and as a result of the demand for unicorn the numbers of unicorns dropped from hunting. Still, no magic user has discovered this secrete. Unicorn milk also has great magic potential, and if drunk by a human, who is not yet fully grown, it will turn them into a unicorn. You must drink my milk every night, until what I have is not enough to fill you, for until then you will not truly be a unicorn. I do not know how long it will take, but I am lactating tonight, and, unless you help me, tonight only. You need not worry about being hunted yourself, for the males of our species resemble horses, and do not have the distinguishing horn. We shall protect you and take you to a safe place once the transformation is complete.”
“Wait, so I’m your races only chance”
“It would appear so.”
I look into the fire. “Well then I guess I have no choice then. What do I do.”
She walks over to me, the clop of her hooves on the rock echoing through the woods.
“You must drink, as the young of our species do.”
I kneel down beside her, and examine her soft white underbelly. Indeed, there are two nipples under each of her rear legs. Reaching up in a sudden act of free will and carelessness I put my face against her fur, latched onto the nearest black nipple, and began sucking. Immediately gushes of hot, thick, and creamy milk start pulling out as I suck, now enormously hungry and thirsty. The unicorn sighs from relief as the pressure is released, but very quickly I start becoming full. It’s almost as if the milk had expanded in my stomach, and now rests like lead.
“Very good, and thank you. My milk is very nutritious, so you may not have much of an appetite, even though you will be experiencing a great deal of growth, and I would ask that you not eat anything so as to save as much room as possible for tomorrow night. I will see you tomorrow, little one. Go back to bed.”
“Ok…” I say, suddenly very drowsy from the warm, filling milk. I decide that I might as well sleep outside tonight, and I set my watch to wake me up early, so that I can slip into my bedroom before my uncle gets up.
“Sweet dreams little one.”
The next morning I wake up to the beeping of my watch. I had fallen asleep on the rock, up against the firewood.
That was a heck of a dream, I think. Standing up, I brush myself off, and kick the ashes from the fire into the creek. Quickly, I sneak back into my room, and head into the hall to use the restroom. I pull down my pants to go number one, but very quickly find that I can’t find my penis. A thrill of panic runs through me, was that dream real Did that unicorn turn me into a woman I look down, and realize that my dick isn’t gone, to my relief, but rather hidden inside a sheath of skin with the head just barely sticking out. The head of my penis is huge, and from my time on the internet I realize it’s a horses penis. The area around my penis his covered in quarter inch long, thick brown hair, as well as the inside of my legs. My ball sac has become leathery and black, as well as my penis, and my balls themselves have practically doubled in size, now the size of large walnuts.
Damn, I think. How am I gonna piss The angle is all wrong, unless I wanted to arch it into the toilet. Maybe I can give myself a chubby, so I can have a little play to aim with. And so I start rubbing the head and thinking sexual thoughts. Almost immediately my new penis starts expanding and sliding out of it’s pouch, so I stop masturbating, and with a foot long flaccid cock I piss like a race horse into the toilet, literally.
Shit, I think. That was definitely not a dream then, unless I’ve just gone crazy and I’m in a rubber room right now. I don’t think I’m crazy, so what am I gonna do I sit down on the toilet seat. Well, I guess I go with it. She did say I was her only hope, and I made a deal. Besides, who’ll miss me And what do I have to look forward to in life except a low paying job Heck, like I said, this could be sexy, correct that, is sexy.
I look down at my shrinking cock, and I get an idea. Might as well test the new system ,I think, since I might not have hands for long. Taking out the hand lotion from the cabinet, I squirt a large amount into my hands after setting aside a pile of unrolled toilet paper. Rubbing my hands together, I start massaging my member, and it immediately responds to me by extending more and more. I realize I made a miscalculation on how much lotion I’ll need, and fill my hands up with more. Very quickly I have a rock hard boner, and it has to be at least two and a half feet long, almost as thick as my wrist, and reaches up to my mouth. I can’t pass this opportunity up, so I wash off the top end of my dick in the tub, then start sucking it. The head is huge, I have to open up all the way to fit it in, and then I start massaging the shaft while sucking the end, licking the piss hole and the head, and trying to deep throat it, though the angle is all wrong for that. It’s definitely not a human cock, and looks a whole a lot different than my cock had before I met the unicorn, the head being bumpy instead of smooth, and my sheath that had been hiding most of my cock had extended out with it, connected to the middle of my dick, creating a two layer appearance.
BANG BANG BANG. “Jake! You in there” asks my uncle.
I take my dick out of my mouth, “Yeah, just dropping a duce.”
“Ok, I’ll use the other bathroom then.”
I let out a sigh, wait a minute, then resume my attentions. After a while I feel myself about ready to cum, so I quickly stand up, still sucking and massaging, and then grab the wad of toilet paper.
It’s all I can do to keep from yelling as an explosion of cum streams out and hits the toilet paper. The stream keeps going for a few seconds, running off the toilet paper and into the open toilet, then a second wave hits and fresh gust of cum fills the toilet. The toilet paper had been woefully inadequate for the amount of cum, but luckily I had held the wad over the toilet. I then get into the shower, after flushing what had seemed like a cup of cum down the toilet, and clean myself up including my new horse cock, which slowly retreats back into it’s sheath.
Skipping breakfast,(I’m not hungry anyway), I head out to work. My new penis and balls, even though my penis has mostly retreated into my body and sheath, has made a large bulge, and since it’s anatomy forces it to aim upwards it appears that I have a hard on, so I had to un-tuck my shirt and fill my pockets with junk. I get to the local grocery store alright, and clock in for a long shift of selling and bagging groceries. I was doing fine until I started thinking about last night and this morning in the bathroom, and I start to get a boner.
Oh no, I think, but my situation only makes me harder. I try to think about other things, but the presence of my new horse cock pressing up against my skin counteracts all my efforts. My dick, because it’s a horses dick, lays flat against my belly, and reaches higher up than my human one, so it's already past past my buckle as it is. The problem is, however, as it grows in size is starts to arch out, so I take the red tape that we use for marking items outside of the bags, pull out a long strip, and tape my penis to my chest. I repeat this two more times, and to anyone watching it only looks like I’m putting tape up my shirt and on my chest. I lean forward a little too, to help disguise any bulge.
Uh oh, I think, running out of shirt. And I really am. As my new huge penis is enlarging, its now working its way up my collar, and showing no sign of stopping. I turn off my light, indicating line closed, bag up the little old lady in line faster than I ever have bagged before, then I race off to the bathrooms. Just as I close the stall, my penis pokes out of the collar and keeps going, still not completely rigid.
Dam, I don’t remember it being this big before. Could it still be growing It finally levels off at about three feet, and is now just above my head.
“I can help you with that.” Says a woman’s voice from outside my stall, and the stall door opens. Standing there is Jessica, a fellow employee that I’ve always thought was hot. “I had heard some things, but nothing like that,” she says, motioning to my swaying dick, obviously very turned on by it.
“This is the men’s room, besides, what if someone comes in”
“Don’t worry, I told the manager that you looked like you had the flu, and I’m here to make sure you’re ok, but maybe not here I won’t tell anyone about it if you come to my house, we can tell Tom that I’m driving you home. I need to have that cock in me.”
“Sure.” I agree, eager. “But I need to get rid of this boner.”
“Just think non-sexy thoughts, and hurry up please.”
“Easy for you to say,” but I concentrate anyway, and after a minute my penis has shrunken enough to be hidden again when I bend over a little.
At her house, her mom and dad are obviously away.
“Yeah, they’re at work, and neither will be back for at least five more hours.” She says when I ask. “Now let's see that cock!” and she pulls my shirt off, and I step out of my pants. My cock has withered a little from the ride, but is still out of its sheath. I notice that my balls too have become substantially larger.
“Omigod, it’s just like a horse’s.”
“Yeah, tell me about it.” I reply, but am cut short as she grabs it and puts it in her mouth. She has obviously done this before, if not for this large a cock, and I’m back to full mast once more. I have to lay down for her to keep at it, and right before she stops she sucks my dick into her mouth, taking me deep down into her throat.
“Now me,” she orders, “but don’t let me cum, not yet.” I get down and start teasing her cunt. I find that it’s already hot, the lips have puffed up and spread apart slightly, and a small dribble of cum is leaking out. I tease her a little at first, flicking my tongue across her folds, then go for gold, digging out her clit from beneath her hood, and swirling my tongue around it. Immediately her back arches, pressing her snatch into my face, and she cries out from the sudden over stimulation of her little love button.
“If you liked that, you’d love this.” I say, in between sliding my tongue up and down her slit and licking her clit. I begin multitasking while still keeping at her clit, with her jerking and rubbing her nipples, and I slip a finger into her vagina, then two fingers. Dam, she’s tighter than a virgin, I think, but am still able to spread my two fingers apart inside her, straining my hand with the tension, and begin steadily massaging the wall of her vagina that’s right against her belly, pressing and rubbing against the lesser know bump that is the g-spot. She screams in pleasure, unable to contain herself, and thrusts her pelvis in the air with a humping motion, trying to trigger the overwhelming need to cum, and cum hard, but right then I stop, leaving her writhing on her mattress in a frightening amount of frustration.
She reaches up and grabs me forcibly by the shoulders, digging her nails into me, and pulls me on top of her, my mammoth cock pressing against her hot skin and in between her breasts.
“Why! Why’d you stop!!!” but she doesn’t wait for an answer, rolling me onto my side, and scooting up to position herself on top of my dick.

“FUCK ME!!!” she cries, shaking with the need to cum and lack of stimulus. She slides up the matress and aims the head of my dick at her opening.
I comply, and apply force, pressing my huge head up against her slick pussy lips. At first it doesn’t seem that I’ll fit inside, but after a bit more force her lips part, and I’m in about an inch. We join hands, and pull ourselves together, slowly inch by inch burying my member into her incredibly tight pussy, until nearly thirteen inches are inside her.
“I want it all.” She says, pushing hard against me. So I pull out a few inches, then ram back in, planting deeper inside her and making her writhe. She lets go of my hands, and I pull back again to slam another inch into her, and now I finally hit a wall, her cervix.
“Deeper Jake! Come on!” I oblige, and pull back a full six inches, then slam into her cervix. She clenchs on my dick and squirms, I’m now close enough to hold her beautiful breasts, and I lean in to hug them. Once more I pull back and hit her cervix, and now I feel it start to give way. It’s starting to open, and I quickly draw back again and slam into it again and again. The third times the charm, and just like her pussy, her cervix spreads wide and I slide all the way in and bottom out in her cervix, though I haven’t reached the bottom of my dick. Jessica orgasms, screaming in pleasure and pain, and squeezes my penis like nothing ever has before. After she releases my dick, I begin pumping, the tight seal causing a large amount of friction, despite her wetness, and her belly inflates and deflates with each pump. I fuck like a wild animal, going faster and in longer pulls that I ever have before. In only a few minutes, I feel my balls begin to tighten when I feel her about to orgasm again, and in seconds she clamps onto me, right as my orgasm hits. My penis explodes with come, but can’t be pressed back because of the force with which Jessica is gripping me, and neither can the come go around my dick. Her already overinflated belly expands like a balloon, and I keep cumming, not twice, but three times.
“Oh, ohhhhhhhh.” She moans, rubbing her belly. She looks as if she swallowed a small mellon, and we lay there , still joined, until my dick slowly starts to shrink. When I pull it out, our cum runs out like a faucet, and onto the bed.
“That was incredible Jake, I haven’t been laid in weeks, and that was one hell of a lay. Thank you.”
“No, thank you. Just don’t tell anyone, this was between you and me.” Then I get out of bed, dress, and leave her house. When I get into my car, I feel like the whole interior may have shrunk, and I have to scoot the seat back all the way.
“Huh, I must be growing.”
I drive home, and spend the rest of the day watching TV and surfing the internet. When it’s near six, I call in work, and tell them that I won’t be able to work tomorrow, and possibly for the next week, and shortly after my uncle gets home and plops down in front of the television.
“Hey, Jake” he asks as I pass through the living room to the kitchen. “You growing a pony tail”
In a moment of panick and stupidity, I grab my ass to see if a tail had sprouted.
“No, ya idjit, I ment your hair. You high or something”
I reach up and feel the back of my neck, and discover a line of soft hair growing there, a mane. My uncle has mistaken it in the dark for a pony tail.
“Yeah, didn’t you notice” I respond. He just grunts, and I head back into the kitchen to eat, then remember the unicorns advice, and head back up to my room.
I wait in my room until I hear him head to bed, then wait a little longer until it’s almost completely dark out. Again I sneak out, and head to the same spot as last night. When I get there I find the fire already going, and the unicorn already waiting.
“How are you young one”
“I’m fine, and your milk is working too if you’re asking.” I take off my shirt and pants to show her the changes.
“This is very good, and a good sign that the changes started in your loins. Did you eat or drink today”
“Not really.”
“Then you must be hungry,” she says, eyes sparkling in a smile. “Please use the other nipple, it would comfort the pressure, and I would like to try and keep it somewhat even.” She presents her other side to me, and I walk up to her and again kneel. I find the nipple much more quickly, and immediately start suckling the thick, rich milk out, warm streams of it flowing down my throat. I drink for a much longer time, eager to fill my belly, and soon find that I can’t drink any more. With a stomach full of liquid, I again lie by the fire, sleepy from the large dinner of warm milk.
“You know, I never asked you your name,” I say, yawning.
“My name is Lenail. Now rest, and grow little one.” She nuzzles my cheek, and I slowly drift off to a dreamless sleep.

The next day I wake up with a start. I had forgotten to set my watch, so uncle must have noticed I had gone, but since this isn’t very unusual for me, I calm down quickly. I then realize I had neglected to put my cloths back on after showing the unicorn my body, and I look down at myself with a start and stand up. Coarse dark brown fur has grown over all of my body, and my muscle definition has increased greatly. I get up, and find that my hearing has improved, and my sight seems more spread out than before. Feeling a light brush on my legs, I look behind me and see a black horses tail swishing. Feeling my head, my face feels normal, but the hair on the top of my head has shortened, with exception to a mane of hair running along the back of my head and my neck. Also I feel that my ears have migrated to the top of my head, and are now the ears of a horse.. I walk over to a pool of water, and as luck would have it there isn’t any breeze to ripple the puddle. My face is indeed the same, though covered in brown hair and a little bit wider. My mane is also black, to match my tail.
I walk over to my pile of cloths, and find that they don’t fit anymore. The size is wrong, my muscles, limbs, chest, and everything are now thicker and bigger, and also a little off in the dimensions. I’m too tall, my arms are too long, and my chest too wide.
That magic stuff sure was busy while I was asleep. I think. I can’t go back home. Uncle will probably send out a search party, but mostly he’ll be relieved to be free of me.
I decide to go and try to find where the unicorn is staying, and start off into the woods. Everything feels different, the way things sound and look, the smells, the feel of the breeze. I feel free. Even walking feels different, as if my bones had changed shape slightly, which they probably had. I know of a nice little clearing a little ways away that I like to go to as well, so that I can watch the rabbits, and head there. After a quick jog over, I find the clearing, but no unicorn. I walk out into the middle, and sit down in the tall grass. A rabbit comes out of a hole right next to me, and hops past me as if I wasn’t there, or maybe it knew that I wasn’t a threat somehow. A sound, a snort, comes from my right, and my ears angle toward it automatically.
“Is that you Lenail You know, you’re not very quite.”
“I’m quite when I want to be. I’m simply announcing my presence so that I won’t startle you. Why aren’t you at your home”
“Because I can’t go back if I look like this. It was going to happen eventually you know, and if I had gone back today, I would be in a metal room with scientists looking all over me right now.”
“Then it is good that you didn’t go back. Would you like to follow me to where we’ll be staying nowIt’s a farm quite a ways away, and the people there have been secretly housing unicorns for generations. It’s sort of a hotel, if you will, and you can stay as long as you like when we get there. It’ll take several days though.”
“Then we should get started.”
As we are walking, the unicorn pointing the way, she startles me by asking, “Who was that girl you slept with yesterday” I choke.
“How did you know”
“I could smell it on you of course. It’s not a bad thing at all, if you think I’m mad. I think that it’s very good that you had sex with a human one last time before you became entirely a unicorn. You may even do it again, if you're lucky, but probably not in the near future, as you must impregnate all of the unicorns first.”
“I have a question, if male unicorns look like regular horses, then how do you know that there are no more male unicorns”

“That’s a very good question little one. Male unicorns do greatly resemble horses, but there are a few things that set them apart. One, they generally are very strong, fast, and agile by horse standards, are a little more elegant, almost with an elvish quality to them, they are incapable of impregnating a horse, are capable of impregnating a unicorn, and they can talk, but the easiest and most effective way to tell is the way they smell. You can just smell it, at least if you’re a female unicorn that is.”
“Oh, do I smell like a male unicorn then”
“Yes, very much so.”
After about four hours of walking, with short periods of rest every hour, I feel a gurgle in my stomach.
“I’m hungry, can we stop”
“Of course.”
We stop, and while I drink more of her milk, filling my belly like a balloon, she eats the grass, flowers, and plants nearby.
“You’re getting much bigger, you nearly emptied me on the left side.”
“I think I might vomit if I walk with a full belly like this. I’m getting sleepy again, could we just stop for a quick nap Warm milk makes me so tired.”
“Yes, I could use the time to eat. Sweet dreams little one.”
I wake up and try to stand up again. I find that I can’t, and fall down onto my hands. Looking down, I see that hooves have replaced my hands, and that my entire bone-structure had shifted as I slept. My face feels elongated, and I can see in a nearly 350 degree radius. However, next to Lenail, I’m still very small and weak.
“How long was I out!” I say in garbled English.
“Only about eight hours, you’re growth is accelerating, but you still need to put on a lot of weight. Can you walk” I nod standing up on all fours. Surprisingly it’s easier than I expected, my head is level, my arms have elongated, and all my joints have rearranged, especially my hind legs, which have switched direction at the knee.
“Let’s get going young one, or we’ll never make it to the farm.”

We travel far faster with me on all fours, even though I’m still humanish in appearance, with Lenail’s glow lighting the way in the dark. My endurance has increased, I’m faster, stronger, and it felt like my lungs are huge. We ran for another seven hours, with many breaks, and made a lot of progress, but for all my new strength it was clear that Lenail was waiting for me, leading me like a bumbling child, not even breathing hard. At last we stop for the night, though dawn is breaking.
“I must rest, I’m very sleepy child.” She says to me, stopping near a road, the first we’ve come across ever since going into the woods last morning.
“If you’re hungry, drink now. I’m going to lie down.”
I nuzzle up to her nipple, unable to answer her now because my vocal cords have changed. My elongated face is much more adapt at reaching the nipple, and I quickly drain it. It felt like it held a gallon. Still, however, I’m not full, and I move to the other. I become pleasantly full of milk before she runs out, and we both lay down in the grass under a tree together.
I awake to Lenail nudging me with a hoof. I get off the ground, heavily, and I feel a lot bigger. Standing straight up, I realize I’m almost as big as Lenail, and my footing feels much surer.
“You are starting to look the part, little one. We will need to cross this road, and then it’s only a half day’s journey to the farm.” I only nod back at her. “What is it” she asks, sounding worried. “Why don’t you talk”
“I don’t know how to,” I think.
“Yes you do, you just did.”
“You mean you heard that My thoughts”
“Yes, but I’ll only hear the thoughts you want me to hear. If you ever want to talk to humans, however, then prepare to be disappointed, most humans won’t be able to hear you. That’s what makes you so special, and part of what makes this family we’re about to meet so special.”
“Ok…What’s that smell”
Lenail sniffs. “Thunder. Let’s hurry.”
We reach the road, and gallop across. We’re now in a cornfield, and sprint the last leg of out journey. In about eight hours, I see a collection of building on the horizon, but just then the rain hits like waves of buckets, and we stop beneath a small collection of trees, just off the edge of another field. It’s the afternoon, and very hot and humid, even with the rain. Both of us are sweating and dripping wet, and Lenail stops next to a small creek and drinks from it. Realizing my own thirst, I join her, and bow my head to drink, but Lenail gently blocks me with her head.
“Oh, sorry, forgot. May I have some milk”
“Would I say no” she answers, laughing.
I need to once more kneel to reach her nipple I’ve grown so much, and I drain the first one after a few minutes of guzzling. She seems to have even more milk than before, but I too have more room in my stomach. Pulling at her other nipple, I drain every last bit, with a little room to spare.
“Congratulations little one, the transformation is complete.” I stand up and realize that I’ve been taller than her for a while now, by several hands, and am definitely heavier.
“Race you there!” I say, and sprint off like the wind, hooves pounding the soft earth and sending mud into the air behind me. Amazingly, Lenail is able to keep up, being very nimble and light on her feet. She seems almost to glide across the ground, and I can see her at all times is my near 360 vision. After what seems like only a few minutes of running in the rain, a large farm house, a barn, and a two silos appear out of nowhere in front of us.
“Lets go see if they’re home, shall we” says Lenail.
We trot over to the door and Lenail nuzzles the doorbell. After a few moments footsteps arrive, and an ancient, chubby grandfather opens the door. He wipes the condensation from his glasses, then looks at us again.
“Darla! We’ve got a horse and a unicorn out here in the rain! Come help me dry them off and settle them in. Let me show you two to the stables.”
The old man walks over to a small stout building on the other side of the barn, and opens the door for us. We walk in, steam rising off our backs, and pad across the loose dirt and hay floor to the stalls. A teenage girl bursts in behind us.
“Grandpa! Where’s the unicorn What’s her name”
“Her name’s Lenail sweetie, if you remember her, but right now they need to be rubbed down, they’ve been running in the rain. I’m afraid we can’t cool you two down though,” he adds, addressing us. “Not enough room in the stable.”
“Actually, we’re both unicorns.” Corrects Lenail.
The old man walks up to me with a towel as if he didn’t hear nothing, but the teenager stops dead.
“Grandpa, Lenail just said that they’re both unicorns! A male unicorn!!! Where did you find him Lenail”
“Less talk, more rub.” Says the old man as he begins drying me off. “Quite the handsome young man you found though Lenail. He must be seventeen hands tall, and in very good condition.” After toweling us dry, they show us to separate stalls, put a hay bale in each and a bag of oats, and fill the troughs with water.
“Thank you.” We both say in unison.
“They said thanks grandpa, now can you tell us where you found him”
“I found him not far from here, but he was a young man only a few days ago. There were no more males in the world, I’m sure of that now, so he volunteered to become one.”
“No way! Can I become a unicorn too Pleeeease”
“I’m sorry, but this was a one time thing, and it had to be a male. I chose him. Besides, you’d miss being human, and you’d miss your family and talking to your grandpa.”
She looks at her feet, “I guess, but I still wana.” She turns to me. “What’s your name,” she asks me.
“Jake.” I answer.
“Nice to meet you Jake, my name’s Darla. Is there anything more you need”
“I wouldn’t know, I’m new to this frankly.” I reply.
“Nothing more, thank you both.” says Lenail.
“No problem, We’ll see you both in the morning, looks like we’re gonna have to sit this one out, hope there’s no tornado.”
“G’night you two,” says the grandpa, and he shuts the doors, closing off the driving rain.
“Do I really have to eat straw” I ask Lenail.
“It’s hay, and yes, you need to eat it. It’s good for you. You should get some solids into your system anyway, so eat up.” She herself takes a mouthful of hay, careful not to hit her horn on the wall, and begins chewing it. Sighing, I too take a bite of hay, and find it not at all bad tasting. I also take drinks of water every once in while between mouthfuls of hay.
“What’s that smell.” I say, nostrils flaring. “It smells good.”
“I don’t smell anything.” She answers, though she walks out of her stall and over to mine.
“I think it’s you,” I say. As she moves closer the smell gets stronger, and my penis pokes out of it’s sheath. “I think you’re in heat.”
“Ooo, that’s very good timing then. I wasn’t sure myself.” My cock is getting longer, and is now pointing at the ground, about a foot long. I can’t help but snort and stamp a hoof, the smell is very arousing.
She doesn’t even need to say anything, I back out and she turns around. Her vulva is opening and closing, dribbling liquid, and my dick becomes as hard as it’s going to get. I walk up to her, sniffing her opening, then probe my tongue into her vagina. My tongue is now quite long, and I dip it all the way into her, causing her to shudder, and her vagina opens up all the more. I then rear up, gently laying down on her back, and walk myself forward until the tip of my member is touching her vagina. I then arch into her, breaking right through her hymen. She whinies right as the thunder crashes, and in one more thrust I’m buried completely inside her, all three feet of me, my member buzzing in the steaming hot hole of her vagina.
“Are you alright I ask.” But I get no more out as her vagina starts contracting rhythmically on my dick, massaging it and pulling it deeper. I immediately start pumping, pulling nearly all the way out, then slamming back in, pulling at her vagina with tremendous force. Faster and faster I pump, stretching her with every powerful thrust and retreat, and slamming in to the hilt. I feel like an animal, thrusting in and out so powerfully and quickly. It seems to last forever, and at the same time all too quickly I feel myself about to cum, and my tennis ball sized balls clamp down. Her orgasm hits first though, and she clenches down impossibly hard on me, but I don’t stop thrusting until I cum like a fire hose, pressing the tip of my dick up against her cervix. I feel her uterus fill up, but before I'm done cumming a second wave hits, my body involuntarily shuddering, causing her to also spasm again as her sensitive genitals’ are becoming stretched by the pressure of my cum. Her clamping only serves to send wave three of cum crashing in, completely filling and stretching her uterus, and leaking past my penis. I thrust upwards one more time, again over stimulating out genitals, and we both come one last time, her squeezing and spazming vagina holding back all of our cum.

We stand there, me still on her back, and still hard inside of her. Oddly, I’m not exhausted like I should be, and without warning she clamps down on me again, sucking the lingering cum out of my dick, and with that I begin fucking her again, the pulling and pushing causing cum to squirt and fly from her full vagina. All the way in, then back out, all the way in, and back out of her deep, warm, tunnel of a vagina. She somehow stays stable on her feet the entire time. With one last thrust, pressing up against her cervix again, I empty my balls completely, cumming for a full ten seconds and expanding her uterus to well over twice it’s normal size, while at the same time her vagina spasms with astounding strength once more on my cock, pressing all of the cum out of it with enough force to keep me cumming for the full ten seconds, right up until I actually run out of cum, and the feeling of my balls completely empty sends a shockwave of oversensitive pleasure through my entire body, making me shiver.
She walks away from me, sliding my cock out to let it hand, steaming hot. To my surprise, only a slight dribble of our cum leaks out of her vagina.
“I think your cum is trapped inside my uterus Jason.” Says Lenail. “You must have forced it open, and now it’s clamped shut.”
“All the better I think, there’s no way that that didn’t get you pregnant.”
“We’ll have to make sure though, Jake. Every night that I’m in heat.”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” I reply. “Still, I thought that you said there would be other unicorns.”
“In time, young one. I’ll send for them tomorrow. For now, I want you to focus on me, then you may impregnate the others.”
I yawn. “You were very good, thank you, it was an amazing experience. And thank you for turning me into a unicorn.”
“No, thank you. I enjoyed it more than I could ever have imagined. Now let us rest for tomorrow young one.”

Alice My Dream Girl

I Dream of Alice:
Jim E. McNally

It is early morning, predawn. I wake up as I usually do with the urge to pee and head for the bathroom. I get there and find a teenage girl standing between the tub and the toilet. She has long wavy blond hair, and is dressed all in gray. The long skirt, hangs to just above her ankles. The bodice is framed with a square of white ribbon or lace. I don’t know who she is I have never seen her before. I ask her who she is and what she is doing in my bathroom.

She says, “I am Alice, they told me to be here.”

“Who told you to be in my bathroom?” I asked.

“Him,” She replied nodding behind me.

I turned my head the thing standing behind me was like something out of Buck Rogers. Tall, about seven feet tall of which at least a foot was neck. All that showed of the face was a triangle formed by the eyes and mouth, as the rest was covered by a cowl. The cowl made the top of the head appear flat and covered all but the front of the head and down to the shoulders. Leaving just the mouth nose and eyes uncovered. It wore a mantle on its shoulders from which draped a flowing red cape that brushed the floor and supported a stiff collar of the same color that stood up in a cone around its neck. It was covered in a purple robe from the shoulders to the floor. The cape and collar were royal red, and everything else was purple. What I could see of the face was Caucasian.

When it looked at me my legs gave out. They just stopped working and I fell to my face in front of it. I could not feel my legs, and could not put them in the position they were in if I tried. My heals were held to the back of my thighs. I am lying on my face, and trying to push myself up with my arms and another one of them almost the same only wearing a helmet over its cowl. It says, “Another male. I assume it is talking about my brother. The one in front of me says “Keep the young one, kill the old one and take the males.” At this point, the only ones in the house that I know of other then males are Alice, and my mother. I did not think. This thing had just given orders to kill mom. I rolled over and punched straight up between its legs. My fist landed, not on the balls I had expected as Alice had said him, but on a bare unprotected pussy. She let out a squeal that nearly shattered my eardrums, and collapsed. My legs were working again. (I guess when she passed out what ever control she had on me broke) I got up, grabbed Alice by the sleeve and drug her into my bed room. (The urge to piss long forgotten)

In my bedroom, I took my shotguns off the wall and loaded them. (The rifles are down stairs in a gun cabinet my grandfather made. The shot guns are too long to fit in it.)

While I was loading the guns, Alice looked out the window, “What are those things?” she asked.

I went to the window to see what she was looking at. There was a bunch of animals that looked like a cross between a Hyena and a mountain lion, of all different colors, some were red some blue some pink like a box of crayons.

Not having a clue what they were I simply said, “Trouble.”

I took Grampy’s shotgun in one hand and Uncle Kiser’s in the other and told Alice to carry the other one. We went back toward the bathroom armed, she was gone. I hadn’t heard her move, but the woman was not there. I looked into Junior’s bed room he was on his bed sleeping. I did not want to make any more noise then I needed to so I didn’t try to wake him. We went down stairs and as we passed the gun cabinet I took the belt of shot gun shells off the top of it, and hung it over my shoulder. (The #4 shot I had in the guns is for small game, the belt has everything from bird shot to slugs on it. You never know what you will need when hunting.)

Mom was sleeping peacefully in her bed. Todd, was no where to be found. After a brief panic, I remembered he had gone over to Royce’s. (One of my other nephew’s) I looked around making sure there was no one else in the house and locked and bolted all the out side doors. (Never do that, we never have to. I must have been scared shitless.) I then went back up stairs to get dressed. The sun is just barely coming up over the hills as I look out the back window. So it is about 4:30 - 4:45.

I go into my room, Alice right along with me. I set the guns back on the rack except the one she is carrying. (I can not get dressed with a gun in each hand.) I start pulling clothes out and throwing them on the bed. With Alice watching every move I make. After I have gathered every thing into a pile I sit on the bed and put my socks on.

Alice sets the gun down and sits beside me. She puts her hand on my knee and looks into my eyes, and asks, “Before you put it away can I suck it?”

“I know exactly what she is asking, but it throws me, and I grunt, “Huh,” In reply.

“I know you don’t know me, Hell I don’t even know how I got here. He told me to be here and here I am. Thing is yours is the first real one I’ve seen. I may never get a chance to see one again, and if this is the only chance I’m going to get I got to take it. I don’t want to die a virgin,” She put her hand on my cock and it was hard instantly.

God how do you say no, she is no more than eighteen. I don’t know I didn’t ask. She is dressed in an out fit that went out of style in the sixties. Even then it was elementary school aged girls that wore it 1-3 grades. I didn’t know who she was where she came from or for that matter if she were even human. Yet she was sitting there stroking and admiring my cock like it was the most precious thing on earth. And who knows, this might be my last chance to get some.

With those animals prowling around out side we were not going anywhere too quickly. So I laid back and let her have her fun. “You can do what ever you want with it,” I told her.

“I want to suck it,” She said with a broad smile that showed me all her teeth. It was a beautiful human smile. I looked, damn straight I looked. If she was going to put my cock in that mouth I wanted to make sure she didn’t have fangs. That smile placed her at least 17. Straight even teeth with nicotine yellowing. She had been smoking for a couple of years.

She held my dick in one hand and my balls in the other as she leaned down and lapped around the head. She then closed her mouth over the tip of my cock and sucked gently while licking. She must have got a surge of precum, because she backed off and looked at me then back at my cock.

“That was quick,” she said smacking her lips, “It’s not as thick as I expected and not nearly as much.”

That statement knocked my guess at her age back down to thirteen or fourteen. If not less. With the media what it is, and schools teaching sex ED in the third grade, how can a girl get past ten without knowing about preseminal fluid.

“That’s not cum,” I told her.

“Not cum? It isn’t urine. It tastes different. That’s all that supposed to come out of a man’s cock, what is it?” She asked.

“It is precum, it is similar to pussy juice and serves the same purpose,” I told her.

She looked totally confused. “Pussy juice, what is pussy juice?” she asked. She really didn’t know.

“The fluid in your pussy,” I told her making her even more confused.

She let go of my cock and said, “I haven’t got a pussy, no pets; never even had I kitten,”

I have heard it said some where, “God gave man a brain and a penis, but only enough blood to use one of them at a time,” I don’t think there is a more truthful statement about the situation. That statement should have fired off warning flares raised red flags and set of sprinklers.

Innocent of mans ways, virginal is one thing, complete Lack of sexual culture is way too much. When dose a girl stop calling it a Pee Pee, and instead call it her pussy. Six maybe seven when she begins to interact with other girls.

I didn’t think about that at the time, I did think, she sure wasn’t brought up normal. My mind clicked to something closer to plausible, and her older style clothes and lack of Sex knowledge fit my interpretation of one local Culture. Amish.

“The girls I know call the outer portion of their sex organs their pussy. Because it’s cute furry and guys like to pet it,” I told her.

“Oh my vagina, vaginal fluid. Cleanses the internal sheath and regulates the Ph balance while providing lubrication for intercourse,” She said sounding like a text book, “This precum does that in a man?”
I nodded and smiled.

“Of coarse there would have to be something to neutralize the acidity of your urine, you use the same delivery system for both. Your little wigglers would be fried before they could leave the tube,” She smacked her lips again and said, “I want to taste some more of this precum then give the wigglers a chance to find my eggs,”

A text book education would have her saying sperm ova and penis. The Amish theory looks fairly good. My erection had softened a little while we talked, but was dripping with what she desired, and sprung right back to life at her touch.

Alice lapped up what had dribbled out then sipped at the head of my cock like it was a straw and poked at the pee hole with the tip of her tongue. She held what she gathered on her tongue then spread it around her mouth trying to analyze it. She then pointed at my cock and asked, “Have you ever?”

I nodded and told her, “I don’t think any boy can withstand the temptation to taste it. How can you ask a girl to do something you haven’t tried yourself?”

“True that, once I found out there was something to do with it besides pee. For the longest time I thought they were talking about pee when they mentioned licking a girl’s juices,” She told me, “What I’m getting at is there is really no flavor yet there is something about it I like. I was wondering as you’re the only one I can ask, if you have found it that way. I am wanting more,”

“Not with my own,” I told her, but after tasting a girl’s vaginal fluids I sometimes want to drink the girl dry.”

“Oh,” She said with a blush, I hadn’t thought of that. You are male I am female. I find your fluids tasty and am being selfish by not offering to share mine with you. She stood up and lifted her skirt. The panties she had on were, not quite as unsexy as bloomers, solid white cotton briefs, as dated as the dress she wore. At that moment however they were the sexiest underwear I had ever seen.

I asked her if she would allow me to take them off for her, and she replied sure if I wanted. I wanted, I wanted to rip her panties off throw her legs over my shoulders and feast on what had to be the sweetest bush that God ever created. The way she acted, it had to be a naturally grown garden. With minimal hygienic maintenance.

God forgive me, but I knelt at her feet prepared to worship his grandest creation. I put my fingers under the waist band and felt her stomach trembling I looked up to tell her there was nothing to fear, and felt my own body trembling with the excitement of what we were doing. I could not see her face through the gray linen of her skirt as she was holding it up in front of her. I thought it best to remove her panties and continue before she changed her mind. I pulled them down to her knees and had her sit on the bed so I could take them off. Normally I would have teased her and myself by inching them down and kissing and licking her as I removed them, but I did not think she would be able to stand much longer the way she was quivering now.
Her socks were of the same brilliant white cotton as her panties. Fresh out of the package white. Her shoes black leather with a buckled strap around her ankle.

I looked into her eyes as I held the gusseted crotch of Alice’s panties to my nose and inhaled her scent. She wrinkled her nose and I smiled before tossing the garment on top of my pile of clothes.

“How do you want to do this?” I asked.

She laid back and spread her legs in response. Accepting the invitation I slid into position and kissed her lips. Moist and warm and sweet. I pressed my tongue between them. Experiencing that thrill of pleasure you only get the first time you spread a woman’s vulva. Her juice coated my tongue I let it soak collecting her nectar. With my hands I explored her bush. Some men prefer their women shaved others like a manicured pubic thatch. Each girl is different. How she presents her muffin is part of her personality.

Alice’s pubes are a little darker then the sun bleached hair on her head, thick for a blond, and curly. Pulled straight, one of her pubic hairs is about four inches long. Her scent grew stronger as my fingers toyed with her curls. I moved my tongue down her vulva to the source of the fresh seepage. Soft moans escaped her mouth as my tongue probed the mouth of her vagina. The first thing I noticed was the lack of a hymen. Her orifice was virgin tight around my tongue, and the lack of a maiden head does not say a girl has had intercourse. I suspect that very few girls manage to get to their first actual sexual encounter Virgo intactica. Bicycles and see-saws have broken more cherries then boyfriends will ever encounter. Alice’s vagina pulsed and squeezed extruding more of her viscous fluid. Not sweet not tart, the flavor of fresh sea water only thicker.

Her flavor excited me. The more I sucked from her the more I craved. Unlike Alice, I knew how to provoke her tight little cunny into making more for me. While my tongue continued to probe I moved my fingers into her slit seeking her clitoris. My efforts were immediately rewarded, ambrosia flooded my mouth, and squeals of delight caressed my ears. I looked up at the gray barrier of her skirt, and felt cheated. The taste and sounds of her pleasure enticing as they are fall far short of fulfillment without the visual stimulant of her face masked in the agony of desire.

Alice was panting when I slid onto the bed beside her. On the verge I suspect of her first Orgasm. Her hands were tangled in her long blond hair as she looked up at me. She quickly untangled them and sat up saying, “Why did you stop? You said a girl’s vaginal fluid made you want to suck her dry, I am wetter than I have ever been.”

“Your vagina is now properly prepared for coitus,” I told her, “I want to remove your dress before we continue.”

Alice reached behind her self and did something that caused the bodice of her dress to fall forward. She bent her legs and pushed herself back letting the sleeves fall off her arms. She then kicked her legs causing the dress to fall to the floor leaving her naked except for her shoes and socks.

I looked at her in astonishment. She giggled, “Putting it on takes a lot more time. This,” She said cupping her boobs, “Is what you wanted to see. Not my dress lying on the floor.” She got on her knees and pushed her chest out, “If you let me taste some more of your precum, I will let you taste these.”

I put my hand over her right boob, a perfect fit. As I squeezed her breast her eyes rolled up. She took my free hand and placed it on her left breast. She sighed with pleasure as I worked my hands over both. “My mouth feels funny,” She said. “Like it did when I looked at your cock. It wants to suck your cock again.”

“Maybe this will help,” I told her as I pressed my mouth to hers. She moaned as my tongue slid into her mouth and caressed hers. I explored her mouth then she eagerly explored mine. While our hands explored each others body. When our kiss ended, her hands were gently stroking my leaking cock. Her blue eyes were wide and her voice quivered with her building excitement as she spoke.

“Mommy’s kiss to make it better was never like that. Now my stomach feels funny too. I thought the feeling was supposed to be in my vagina, not my mouth and tummy,” She said innocently. Alice Then slid down on her belly and took my penis into her mouth.

How can I describe the way Alice sucked my cock? It was not a blow job. She did not do it for my pleasure at all. Though the pleasure I received was exquisite. Nor was there a need to bring me to erection my cock was as hard as it has ever been already. Alice needed to satisfy a hunger within herself.

With my cock in her mouth, Alice eagerly swabbed its length with her tongue collecting the pre-ejaculate fluid that she so desperately craved. The sensation of her tongue bathing my cock of coarse sent fresh fluids into her starving mouth. I had thought earlier as I sampled the heavenly flavor of Alice’s Cowper’s fluid that she did not know how to cause the generation of more secretions. I now knew it was an instinctive process. She happily swallowed and sucked for more as her tongue caressed my glands signaling the increased production of the fluid which now flowed freely to prepare the way for the sperm that would quickly follow. Some girls don’t like it if you cum in their mouth, those that do, like to be warned before you do. I told Alice I was about to cum.

The girl took her mouth off my cock and looked up with glassy eyes and said, “Huh, what, oh I’m sorry I didn’t mean to be selfish,”

“That is fine, you were enjoying yourself, and believe me I was enjoying it too. I am very close to orgasm,” I replied.

“Really she grinned and licked her lips. If the main coarse is better than the appetizer, it might over load my taste buds. Still its not polite to eat while your host is fasting.” She then giggled and squirmed up my body like a snake her eyes leaving mine only when she bent to lick and suck on my nipples when her face reached my chest. The scent of my sex was heavy on her breath when she laid fully over my body her nose against mine. Her thighs clasped around my cock the heat of her body preventing the excitement she had built up from diminishing.

“I want to kiss you,” She informed me, almost doing so as she spoke, “Then I will turn and lay over you so that you can feast on my fluid as I ingest yours,” Alice then licked my lips before she continued. “The taste of yours has had the desired effect on my reproductive system. I think I am now producing enough to satisfy you.” Alice then kissed me. Not the innocent exploring kiss we had shared earlier, she devoured my mouth painting my teeth and tongue with hers as her body squirmed on top of me, her hands holding my head from moving as she possessed my mouth. When she released my head and unsealed her lips from mine the pupils of her eyes had dilated completely concealing the blue of her eyes. Her chest heaved pushing her breasts against me with her every breath. With out another word she spun around and pressed her dripping sex against my face. As her thick pubes brushed my chin I felt the moist heat of her breath wash over my balls as she once again engulfed my cock into her mouth.

Alice had not understated the condition of her sex. Her delicious juice coated the entire region. Was it enough to satisfy, no, as its very nature was to intensify the hunger and craving for it, the more I consumed the more I wanted. But she supplied, Her vulva now swelled with blood and spread open in her sexual excitement, gave me full access to the flooded crevasse. Her clitoris now engorged, protruded from its hood nearly an inch and as big around as one of my fingers. As I lapped at her little cock it brought my own back to my attention. I wondered if Alice had intentionally distracted me with her sex, to prolong my orgasm allowing her to feed on my cock longer.

Lapping her clit caused Alice to moan around my cock increasing the pleasure she was giving me. I had to force myself to ignore the sensations which wasn’t easy and return to lapping up the now increased flow of fluid she fed me. The effort succeeded and I was soon suckling at her vagina like a contented infant at its mother’s teat. I don’t know how long we continued like that in blissful ignorance of our surroundings. We continued to sup on each other until harsh reality forced it self upon us.

“Will one of you come down and tend to these animals? Their going crazy wanting to go out,” Mom’s voice raised through the floor.

Pulled from my blissful feeding I yelled back, “Just a minute.”

“I’ll get them,” My brother’s voice sounded through the wall.

Having completely forgot about the strange animals prowling around the streets I returned my attention to Alice’s delightfully aromatic cleft. Knowing now that my family was up and awake I focused my attention on her distended clit, wanting to experience her orgasm before we were once again interrupted. This in turn enhanced her performance on my member from the gentle nursing to erotic moaning and invigorated sucking that quickly had me on the verge of orgasm once more.

Wanting to bring her off as quickly as possible, I held her clit with my lips and lashed it with my tongue as fast as I could wiggle it. Alice clamped her thighs around my head and screamed as her hips bucked. Her juices sprayed up my nose and in my eyes coating my face as my mouth was not positioned to capture her orgasmic offering.

Alice’s mouth however had clamped tightly around my cock. In her ecstasy she sucked spasmodically encouraging my release. My cock pulsed in response. Alice instinctively swallowed, and continued to suck until her orgasm ebbed and I was spent.

I would have remained contentedly lapping the soft warm thighs and juicy mound that surrounded my face, had Junior’s voice not penetrated my euphoric haven.

“Jimmy, Jimmy, you had better get down here,” He called.

Alice reluctantly released my cock from her mouth and slid off me, “I guess we will have to wait to introduce your sperm to my egg,” she sighed as she reached for her dress.

“Sounds that way,” I told her. Then I dressed myself as quickly as possible. After strapping the ammo belt around my waist I once again took the shot guns from the wall. Alice put a box of shells into the pocket of her skirt and retrieved the other shot gun before following me down stairs.

Junior was at the foot of the stairs loading our hunting rifles. He looked up and said, “You saw them,” as he noticed the guns I carried. He then said, “I thought you were watching a porno. When did you sneak her in?” As he saw the girl behind me, “One of those things is in the shed. That’s why the dogs are going foolish. Mom’s on the phone with Loretta.”

“What are they? Where did they come from?” I asked not expecting an answer.

“Your guess is as good as mine, there’s nothing on the TV, and I can’t get anything but dead air on the radio,” My brother told me.

Alice put her arm possessively in mine as we stepped off the stairs. She was trembling again, not this time from sexual excitement. She did not say a word as I stepped in front of Junior to look out the front door. One of the large animals lay at the foot of the cement steps. Its yellow furred head resting on its front paws.
“There is one out here,” I said backing away from the door, “The .22 will make less noise, but I don’t know if it will take it out.”

“Don’t want to shoot unless we have to. Not till we find out what the hell is going on. I was going to call the game warden after I saw that thing in the back shed. The phone rang before I got to it, Red calling to check on mom. Said Everett called from his truck telling her the giant green dog wouldn’t let him in the house. He’s been out drinking so she thought it was the booze making him see things till she went to the door and saw it herself. Dialed 911 and got no answer.”

I told Junior how I had found Alice in the bathroom and about the long necked woman that had vanished after I punched her in the cunt. He told me that he would think I was fucked in the head if he hadn’t seen the creatures. When he looked at Alice she pressed herself closer to me as if he frightened her.

“We will worry about your playmate when we have time. Right now we have to do something about the animals guarding the doors,” Junior said. “I’m going to tell mom so that we don’t scare her to death, you open the window and see if you can get a bead on that one by the front door. The twelve gauge should take its head off at that range.”

I opened the living room window, It slides open horizontally the screen is busted out in the corner where the cat uses it to go in and out. I sat the barrel of Grampy’s old shotgun through the hole and lined up the creature’s head. When it looked up at me I pulled the trigger. Alice screamed as the explosion echoed through the house. My ears rang from the concussion. The face of the animal vanished and red blood splattered the yard as its body thrashed in the spasms of its violent death. I pulled the gun back in the window and ejected the spent shell reloaded the chamber and closed the window and locked it. Alice stood silently, her face as white as a sheet, staring at me.

She followed mechanically when I went into the kitchen. Junior was looking through the window of the shed door. He said the creature out there had not even flinched at the gun shot. Our dogs had run into mom’s bed room whimpering at the recoil. I told him to unlock the door and back away. Passing him Kaiser’s shot gun as I went to the door.

“If it gets by me finish it,” I told him. I opened the door put the muzzle of the gun to the back of its head and fired all in the same motion. Closed the door and chambered the last shell in the magazine. Popped the spent clip out of the gun and passed it to Alice. She took it and reloaded it while I slid the second clip into place. I then looked out the window of the door to see the animal laying in a pool of its own blood. “Thank God, their not bullet proof what ever they are,” I said then relocked the door.

I then set the shotgun on the table, and took the .22. I told my brother to stand behind me with the shot gun just in case the smaller rifle failed to drop the creature, but I didn’t want to shoot holes in my pickup if not necessary, as it was sitting just outside the side entrance. There was no creature at the main entrance to the house when I opened the door. Only a deathly silence filled the air.

“I don’t know,” I said in answer to the unasked question was there one here before? Then leaving the door open I went back for the deer rifle. Its larger caliber and magazine making it more comforting a weapon to carry then the squirrel gun.

I did not know that was why I had to go out. A quick circuit of the property this end of the road is empty except for us. Since Mirada’s house burned this spring, and Aunt Sissy is visiting her son in Germany. There is no neighbors to worry about. If those creatures had left these animals to guard my house, they could still be around, and there had been dozens of the animals in the street this morning.

When I told them what I was planning Junior said he would go with me. I vetoed that Idea not wanting to leave the women alone. All three of them said that it was a bad idea to go out alone, not knowing if there were anymore of those creatures about. I shook my head trying to clear it. Knowing they were right but unwilling to leave Alice alone with mother, and scared to death that those women would return to carry out their threat if we left mother unprotected. I looked at the open door then back at my brother before deciding.

“I told Junior earlier why I can’t leave you alone Mum. He can explain it to you while Alice and I check the grounds,” I told them.

Alice swallowed audibly and mom just nodded. Junior said, “Be careful we don’t know how far we can trust her, I’m going to call down and see if things are the same in Stacyville. We haven’t heard from Christine or Denise yet either.”

“You do that, and anyone you can think of in town that might have some idea. Bishop’s or Jerry’s,” I said as I went outside.

Alice followed me her head bobbing back and forth trying to look in all directions at once. I went around the front of the house first, to where I had shot that creature. It was black with flies and smelled like offal. There was no way it wasn’t dead. I kicked it, the flies flew off and the body collapsed to a dark puddle of ichor.
Alice pinched her nose with her fingers and looked like she was going to puke. There were no signs of anything else moving except for the flies so I led her around to the gate leading into the back yard. Alice followed quickly wanting to be clear of the sickly odor. There were oddly no sounds, not even a breeze rustling the leaves of the trees. I was very careful on the back porch, as I had forgotten until now about the back entrance into Todd’s room. If one of their guard animals had been stationed there, it would still be alive. I looked into the shed where I had shot the second creature. It too had dissolved into a puddle of goo. I told Alice to stay put there by the steps and walked to the other end of the porch. My heart was pounding as I leaned around the corner rifle at aimed at the foot of the door. There was nothing there but the pile of lawn furniture and pool supplies. I was uncertain if I should be relieved or not, to have found nothing. I turned around to see Alice petting Milo, one of mom’s cats. He stood on the porch rail arching his back and purring loudly. I was relieved to know I had not gone deaf.

“I found a pussy cat,” Alice said, “Or he found me, I’m not sure which.”

Seeing Milo reminded me that Sissy’s cats would need to be fed. So I went out to the side gate followed by Alice and her new friend. As we went by the bird feeder I heard a rustling in the tree above then the tap tap tap of a wood pecker. Things were starting to sound normal again. Aunt Sissy’s door was left unlocked, so I could get in to feed her cats, Murphy and Minnie. They came running out and Milo bumped heads with them in greeting. I sat the rifle down just long enough to open a can of food for them while Alice looked around the small two room house.

“It’s a lot like home, only we had a loft over the kitchen,” Alice said.

“It was built by the Amish over in Smyrna,” I told her, “Probably built yours too.”

She smiled and said, “We probably should hurry back to your place. Your mother and brother are going to be worried.”

“It’s ok, we don’t have to talk about where you’re from,” I told her. “Though your folks might be getting a little worried as well.”

Alice smiled and said, “Sweet of you to think about my folks, but their far away, and yours are the ones that may be in danger.”

I don’t know if it was what she said, as much as the way she said it that pushed my panic button, but I was across the yard and in the house before she could turn around. Saw that Mom was ok, and my brother was talking on the phone. I then turned around and ran back for my rifle and Alice she was just stepping out of Aunt Sissy’s house rifle in one hand shot gun in the other, with Milo rubbing against her feet.

“Fat lot of good it dose to run into the fire with your zipper open and your ass hanging out,” Alice said as she passed me the hunting rifle.

“Is that your way of saying don’t get caught with your pants down?” I asked.

Alice took hold of my arm and looked into my eyes, “The birds are singing, the breeze is blowing, your pussy is happy. He hasn’t come back, were safe for now. Let’s take one step at a time. We have reconnoitered the grounds, now we check what intelligence has been gathered.”

I put my arm across her shoulders and turned toward the house. Junior was standing on the steps with a shot gun. I told him everything seemed to be ok, and he lowered the weapon.

We went back into the kitchen Mom was sitting at the end of the table just hanging up the phone, “That was Royce. Elaine and her boyfriend are bringing Todd home. Nothing unusual going on over there. Their internet is down so they can’t play their online games,” Mom told us.

“Christine told me the same thing,” Junior said. “She also told me her Dr. told her if we need an ambulance or police, to use the local numbers. The 911 system crashed. She doesn’t know if it was a bug or hackers. She also said Denise and Bo had to take Aunt Addie for an appointment so we’re not going to hear from them for a while.”

“Did you call down to Bishop’s?” I asked.

“Yep, Erva said some kind of virus infected the server hubs all over the country. No one has taken credit for it as yet but word has it that 9-11 is being repeated. Blacking out the net is just the first step.

“The net shouldn’t have any effect on local radio if the D.J. knows how to turn on the transmitter,” I said and turned on the radio.

“Couldn’t get nothing but static earlier,” Junior said.

“You don’t have my touch. When it comes to tuning Little Brother,” I dialed the tuner to our local station and moved the aerial till it pointed at the right angle silencing the white noise. When I let go of the antenna and stepped back WHOU filled the room with Solid Gold. The music and news you want to hear.

The DJ read out the local emergency numbers and asked that they only be called for an actual emergency. Emergency information was being broadcast through this and other local emergency stations. Again, the router hub for the local 911 and internet servers located on North Street received a massive power surge. It is unknown at this time what caused the power surge that started the fire. Technicians and local officials are working to set up a temporary hub to handle emergency services until it is in place. Emergency service is available through your local departments their numbers are to be found in the front of your phone books. He then read a list of local fire and ambulance services the Houlton police department, Aroostook Sheriff and other local services covered by 911. More news at the top of the hour.

As the radio went into a commercial Everett and Loretta came through the door. Everett looked at the guns on the table and joked, “I already married your sister you can put the shot gun away,”

“You had a giant green dog at your place this morning. There were a couple dozen of them around here. I only got two of them,” I told him.

“I only saw the one. When Red couldn’t get through to the Police, I called Tim’s home number. When he pulled into the yard the thing vanished. Vanished, beam me up Scotty style. It was there then it wasn’t.” Everett said. “Tim and Loretta took pictures of its paw prints. Then Red showed him pictures she had taken of it earlier which he loaded into his lap top. I won’t expect much of an investigation. We will all be written off with the rest of the whackos.”

“Never thought to take pictures,” Junior said. “And their bodies decomposed almost as soon as they stopped twitching.”

“What was this about two women threatening to kill Mom?” Loretta asked.

“When I woke up this morning there were two strange women, in the house,” I told her.

“Three,” Alice volunteered waving her hand.

“Three strangers in the house, Alice was hiding in the bathroom upstairs and the other two were searching the house. Why I don’t know,” I told them what had happened to my legs and how it had told its companion to, “Keep the young one kill the old one and take the males,” “I did the only thing I could think of to protect my family. I punched it in the crotch just as hard as I could. It passed out and I ran and got my shotgun. When I got back they had vanished.”

“What is your story?” Loretta asked Alice, “What were you doing in my mother’s house?”

“I can’t tell you much more than you already know about that. I was told to be there and that’s where I was. I was sleeping in my loft at home, I awoke to momma screaming in her room, some one hollered, “Keep the young ones and kill the old ones. Take the males to the ship and do what you will with the females. He appeared at the foot of my bed and told me it wasn’t safe for me there and I wasn’t there anymore. I was in the bathroom up stairs,” Alice told her story.

“I wouldn’t have believed in a giant green dog last night either,” Loretta said pushing her camera across the table to her mother. “After seeing that, I don’t know what to believe.”

I looked at Alice my heart melting at her woeful tale, “That thing I punched in the crotch was not a he. I hit a female.”

“Then obviously I made a mistake on the gender, or mistook the one you punched for the one that rescued me,” Alice stated. “I am here by an act of God. He told me to be here, and here I am. When the Devil who appears as and angel of God followed, you intervened as God knew you would. So I am safe here.”

“That is as logical as anything I can come up with to explain what has been going on today,” I stated. “Demon dogs, angels and devils, makes as much since as alien invaders. I need to lay down for a while. You’re here with mum, I’m going up stairs for a bit.”

I picked up two of the shot guns and Alice picked up the third. Junior said he would take care of the other two. As Alice and I headed for the stairs I heard my sister.

“What happened to the no sleeping together rule?” She asked.

“You were sixteen. He is Forty-nine. If God gave him a girlfriend I sure as hell am not going to say he can’t sleep with her.” Mom replied.

Smiling I led Alice to my/our bedroom. I unloaded two of the shotguns and slid the third under the mattress at the head of the bed. Alice reached behind her back to do her magical strip. I shook my head and told her, “Not yet,” I took a pillow and set it on the floor. Then I knelt and asked her to kneel with me. I put my hands on her shoulders and Alice placed hers on mine. We then bowed our heads and gave thanks to the Lord. After our prayer, Alice stood leaving her dress on the floor. I undressed and helped her with her shoes and socks before we slid under the covers.

I cuddled her to me and kissed her. She took my cock in her hand and softly said, “I think it is time to introduce your wigglers to my egg,”
Sept. 04, 2011