"Fated Story Of "a One Night Stand" a fantasy by K.Rooste
“A One Night Stand”
By: Adobe Fats & Kevin Rooste
Series 2006
I sat there terrified, yet thrilled, stunned speechless, as what my eye beheld, and my hands touched told me something was very wrong while it had such a sensual feeling. Lying there spread eagle over a picnic table along the nature trail, I contemplated the previous hours.
She, our meeting, I thought of how she spoke and with her touching me my heart melted as concern for another turned to passion, and then became this unquenchable desire.
Her loving voice and soft words beckoned me, pleading for a relationship, offering me a meaningful future. My own life in constant turmoil, stress coming from long hours of scheming, trying to climb the ever steeper ladder to success had suddenly faded into oblivion. All I had was there before me, she wanted me and I longed now to give her the life and pleasure she did so very much desire.
My eyes loved to look at her, a sweet young form, slender but muscular, not an ounce of fat, but built so perfectly I having seen her displayed before my eyes could not reject her, but fell in love with her.
One so sweet of ways and voice, graced by higher powers and some selective choice long ago, she stood flaunting a well endowed form of a girl near the age of twenty.
Her face was all aglow; eyes sparkled telling me of her devout willingness to do anything I might ask. She being not some cheap whore one may find slinking along some back street, no brother, as this female was more than just different in manner and attitude.
We met during my recent late night walks along a nature trail, while feeling agitated and anxious about where I worked, I found then peace just strolling through nature. It was as I walked one evening near ten, she might have seen me first, her singing in that sweet voice, as if alone and begging for anyone being the same to meet her and strike up conversation and maybe a relationship.
I called out back to her, offering a warm friendly tone, suggesting my own heart troubled and breaking from the strain of daily life.
From out behind a massive Oak tree she stepped. A tall beauty, her hair long and having the sheen of blonde and silvery white, glistening in the glow of mercury blue vapor lights the city placed along that path.
At first, I thought my dinner and drinks had worked against my own sanity.
I stood in awe, her graceful movements, walking wide such strides as if to suggest under her gown were long legs. As she stepped closer to me he eyes had this enthralling look, as if penetrating into me she sought to see my very soul.
I felt drawn to her, as if our meeting were not by some random chance, but part of a turning point deemed to happen in my life.
She stepped up to me and without breaking her glace she wrapped her arms about my neck, pulling me close, hugging me tightly, and planting a kiss, a bonding kiss upon my lips.
Thrilled and longing for someone filled with such an ability to love another, she, my brain screamed was the one meant for me!
My normally calm manners faded and I took her in my arms hugging her, mumbling to her loving words, foretelling of my lifelong wish to find that special someone.
In that instant, her radiant form told me she was not the run of the mill human girl lurking about in a Park, waiting for some male to come past and sweep her off her feet. No, no way, instead her slender form shed her gown with the sweeping wave of her hand. Before me stood a real beauty, but in as much I knew she was different, my mind had filled with the passion of that moment and blinded me from any fear.
Why and how she captivated me, keeping my mind enthralled and being she were so very different could stop me from turning and running from her in absolute horror. Maybe when I saw her standing there naked before me my mind’s eye filled with more than passion, it well up a deep seeded lust.
She broke her hug of me, to step back one-step, stood then turning slowly, pivoting upon her one toe as might a ballerina. I know now what she did was to give me time to adjust, quelling then my fear and changing my thinking to having a real relationship.
Raising her head to look up and into the blackness of space, she presented me with her most wonderful form. Hers was but a form different from one belonging to a normal, run of the mill type human female. As she stood before me, her radiant beauty cloaked with the most sensual coat of hair. A body, arms, and legs graced over with the wildest and enticing suggest to a male to touch and caress.
My eyes panned up and down the length of her wonderful from. I saw her lovely face as she looked into the heavens. It was then I noted but thought only about them with love and blinding passion. Her ears, they stood up tall from the sides of her beautiful head. Her ears struck me, seeing them standing up from the sides of that beautiful head, as if a crowning touch of grace added to one so endowed of beauty.
I reached out my hand in loving friendship, touching her soft and lightly hair coated ears. As my fingers cupped about them she turned and looking at me then spoke, asking of me to take her, and find my pleasure.
I looked down into her dark brown eyes, eyes so deep a man might drown himself, willing lose his own soul, and grant her every desire as if it were his.
Ah too, her voice is sounding so sweet, suggesting of a great and loving heart wishing, wanting, and pleading for that one relationship.
She flaunting her beauty in the way the moved, but doing it neatly as making me proud she wished to be as mine. My eyes beheld her, seeing before me a chest endowed too of tapered breasts of such beauty, they as alluring as anything I had ever seen.
My hands went for her breast, wishing to touch that which allured me. As I graced my hands and felt her nipples stiffen, everything faded and my mind went as black as the night sky.
Enveloped within a dream I seemed to be standing beside one of the Park’s picnic tables, seeing myself stripped naked by some wild looking female. Her nimble fingers quickly loosening the shirt, removing my clothing, as then when I lay there at her mercy; she stroked me into an erection.
Watching in some frame of mindless abandonment, I saw myself lying there and enjoying the rape of a senseless man, me! I watched as she knelt down straddling the end of the picnic table, her shapely legs spread wide apart as her body moved forward and a man’s erection slipped into and up, disappearing in her groin.
Interested in seeing this up close I remember stepping nearer, bending down and peering up then into her deep groin. Then with her smiling at me, making a head motion as if suggesting I get closer for a better view, she made a pelvic move.
The sudden sensation awoke me from my dream and slumber, seeing this lovely beauty as she really made love to a lost soul.
A short squeal of panic turned to a warm moan of sensual thrill as I felt my maleness embedded and enjoying the grip of her vagina. Her hands touched me, massaging away any fear or guilt, assuring me that what was to come would be the greatest of blessings.
Her words beckoned me to forget my striding for success, telling me of a life filled with feeling of glory from great conquests, of satisfaction, and the coming personal pleasures.
Even as I knew of myself to be painfully erect where it counts, the touch of her hand to my skin made me scream aloud.
Roaming hands and rushing fingers engulfed me with passions for to have pleasure with her. I urgently engaged us into a wild and sexual relationship. Her kiss and roving tongue seemed to bring strange feelings inside and about my mouth. Weird sensations but not without granting me delight and in as much I wanted her to do whatever she willed with me.
My penis seemed to swell, tightening within her vaginal walls and bringing upon me a wild insatiable lust to feel what she offered.
Rock hard where it counts, my maleness was but part of many things that from her love making began to feel different. Her sensual hairy form pressed against mine soon tantalized me even more as my skin began to sprout a thick layer of a hairy coat. This tickled me into giving in to her wishes, asking her of what was happening and begging her to make more happen.
I lay there inserted deep in her loving young slit, not noticing the feel of a strange sucking away one’s heritage, as humanity drained from my testicles.
Pulling, tugging, and drawing out of me all that I had of my human seed. It was not until well past midnight when laid out over that wooden table, she did proposition me!
Standing back from me as with the popping sound of a cork leaving the tight neck of a wine bottle, my maleness left the confines of her vagina. Before me, she stood, displaying her body and for the first time I looked and saw her for what she was, a woman and an animal in one.
Her slender beauty boldly boasted of a pronounced equine appearance, from those cute ears, tapered hairy breast and down to a waistline. It was at her waist she lost most of her connection with being human. The only remaining part being the position of her female vagina; otherwise she was as a pony mare. Her rump and tail, thighs and legs, hocks in place of heels, she stood tall on the hind legs and neat hoofs, as would a pony mare.
I laid there, my mind ablaze with pangs for pleasure, having enjoyed my time with her, feeling yet my male self all warm and taunt. Seeing it to have become much longer, black in its color, losing the circumcision I had at birth, it had a flat end. As my vision locked upon the shaft, taking a long and excellent view, I contemplated the end and its flatness. Seemingly, the flat end foretold of my life up until then, as if everything granted, gained, and owned were suddenly cut off! Seeing my male organ then standing high, arching in the air, as if longing and awaiting a coming delight as it were to enter some tight and warm place.
A friendly hand up, I stood before her on my hind like legs of a pony. Teetering and unsteady she helped me to learn how a pony can stand upright. Standing away from in front of me, my erection dancing dangerously close to where it longed again to be so tightly in her love.
Smiling at her own conquest my loves eyes met mine capturing me again in her wondrous powerful grasp. Forgetting my fears and longings, she had me soon prancing in a circle. Dancing happily on solid hoofs I kicked up a storm of dust, feeling ever so freed from the weight of work and toil, it made me want to scream of my new freedom.
Like the call of an animal free from it cage, I let loose my call of the wild. Taking a deep breath in, holding it, feeling my ribs and chest expand I let it out wishing to yell a bit of whoopee. My mind caught itself in mid scream, hearing not the happy thrilling yell of a man in love, but the frantic sound of a pony stallion.
Screaming, I whinnied, sounding ever so perfectly like a pony wanting all around to know he was alive.
Fear gripped my mind and soul as looking at her our eyes connected, making contact, and her power overwhelmed me once more.
Thinking abruptly stopped, rational thoughts faded, as with being hairy and naked, having a tail, and mane, I stood upright and painfully erect in my groin, wishing suddenly to be simple of life and beastly in desire. Humbled to what I was, bending at the waist I let myself down to stand on all fours.
Eyes instinctively looked toward the earth, seeking for tall green blades of grass and the longing comfort that comes from a full belly. Her constant smile had intrigued me no end, seeing myself for becoming then her prize pony, a stallion, and willingly ready to be her mate; a new sense of uncertainty filled my chest with fear.
The fear of living in human ways was part of my downfall. Yet after losing my humanity I felt again that same fear, as if being an animal, property, I was not in control of my future and life.
Maybe as fro others she had set free from their humanity, she saw or felt my apprehension for becoming a pony and stallion. Laughing, she knelt down, petting my neck, scrubbing her fingers in my mane, and roving her hands about my body to bring me the knowledge of this my new self.
The early morning light of day had her taking the upper hand. She took her hand in my mane and led me straight to the children’s zoo. There she introduced me to Lilly, Jennifer, and Alice each a neat pony mare, We were all looking the same, dirty blonde manes and tails, a dark dappled tan and brown hair covering our deep black hides. Each took to sniffing of the other, as I felt and thought then with the rank instincts know of beasts to all that was within their small domain.
My nose went again to her slit, taking in a deep draught of her wonderful scent, and as if beckoning her not to leave me there as a pony and animal.
An abrupt slap to my nostrils felt of shame as she told me of my coming times. I was then a pony of the Welsh Mountain variety, a stallion, and the proper mate for those three lusty mares. My duties to them were primary, second only to being a furry friend to hundreds of children who would ride the saddle strapped upon my back. The third and to her an important duty was for me to when around those old, should I become erect, might offer and allure to them the promise of a life for personal pleasure and delighting in the feel and sensation of raw bestial mating rituals.
A friendly and affectionate lick of Alice to my still erect, if softening penis, she began to clean it for its next use.
She walked away never for me to see her until just tonight when she brought you to replace Lilly. My dear Lilly now ten months pregnant stands so round the saddle can no longer fit her girth. Therefore, you are to replace her in the harness. Remember well I am the stallion here, as the mares are mine and mine alone! Remember your place, as geldings have no ownership, what you had once was removed by her, and she no doubt found your plight as something quite humorous!
Weeks turned into months and time faded into a life of oblivion, walking in circles, nose to rumps we trod constantly moving but like when we were human, none of us got to where we wanted to be going.
Time to reflect, saddled now with living life captive of our surroundings. Relationships tentative upon instinctive scents, lusty thoughts, desires for conquest, pride, and the want for those few sensual moments to break up the constant monotony.
How would I sum up my life now, the thrill of victory is tempered by the felling of a horsefly licking his diner from off something on mine!
She lives on still wild and pretty, remaining ever young. Her lavish form is but part of an ability to draw men into her herd, they being straight or gay, only accounting their souls as just numbers.
We, you, and I together are as her alluring ponies, shall be soon meeting a just end. After years of being bestial, wild and brutal, I long for that final ending of life and limb. As if offering a peaceful rest from one’s toil, it is but a fleeting façade, as like those humans so evil of ways to be worthy beasts, we shall join them in their reward!
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