CHAPTER 6 -- INTERVIEW WITH A HORSE
It was Alice's turn to be fucked by Midnight.
I sat on a bale of hay, which was covered by a horse blanket--just because my latex ass is well-nigh indestructible, doesn't mean I wanted to feel bristly straw on my recently ravaged pussy. As I watched the girl writhe and moan, I used the fresh horse-cum leaking down my thighs to massage my nethers, and pondered the last few days. First balloon girls, then sentient cock-sleeves ... even our two horses turned out to be my close relatives. What next?
The far door opened noisily, and I heard the brisk clop of hooves. Apparently I was going to find out.
"Mistress!" It was Clyde--my faithful, um, assistant. "I'm sorry to disturb you, but they've finished acclimatizing the Onahole Girls."
Tugging on my still swollen clit, I looked down to her rigid shaft, where one of the apparently rebranded fleshlites was impaled (her tattooed name, VIC, being clearly displayed on her stretched belly). "And ...?"
"Only, Victoria has more to tell you."
It didn't look like she was in a position to say much, but I'd failed to notice the lanyard that hung from Clyde's collar-ring to disappear between her generous boobs. "Pleased to meet you, Mistress," came a muffled voice from between said melons. Clyde pulled her pendant (a little beach-speaker) out into the open air, and Vic continued, "Miss Wendy said you would want to hear what I told her and the others."
At the same moment Alice ramped up to a deafening orgasmic wail, but I certainly heard enough to grasp that the Onihole and her bearer were on a first name basis--at least, once I'd remembered my ex-pet's birth name. "Welcome to our family, Vic. What do you have for me?"
"Well, they asked about Al, and I admitted I didn't know much. But then Wendy told me you wanted to know everything I could remember about her."
Her? Ivy had said 'him'. Hmm.
"Oh fuck yes! Now! Fuck meee... Harder!" Another quarter heard from, although Alice seemed to be doing most of the work. She was face-up, using the mounting frame's handgrips to help churn only a foot or two of pony pecker inside herself-- which left lots of lung capacity for yelling. Even Midnight was snorting, as his balls were preparing to deliver yet another surge of cum.
"Um. So what about Al?"
"Yeah," said Vic, via the speaker, her eyes rolling back to me from the performance nearby. "She said her name was Aliyah. I only just met her last ... well, whatever night it was. At a gay bar. I wanted to try out the 'bi' thing." Here I failed yet another attempt to raise an eyebrow. "We didn't even go to her place ... or mine. She led me to one of the rooms upstairs, and after some wicked-fine sixty-nine action, she cranked a big dildo into my pussy."
"And then she offered to coat you in latex paint?"
"Yeah ... how did you know?"
"Lucky guess," I said. "After a while, you came big time ... and woke up here?"
"Well, yes."
"ARRRRGG," said Alice.
"Fuck me, yer got a tight quim," said a new voice. And then, "My God, I can talk again!"
Both Clyde and I looked first between her boobies, from whence the voice emanated, before turning together to stare at Midnight, who was rolling his eyes and clearly pumping a serious load into Alice's belly.
A full minute passed before Alice released the grips, slumping back until her head and shoulders were nestled in the hay while her twitching cunt still held tight to Midnight's shaft.
"Um," Clyde finally said to the horse. "It was Alice, here, who deduced that you grew up as a girl. This 'using a speaker to talk' idea only came up today, though. What was your name?"
The creature seemed to have to bring the memory back, before saying, "Clara."
"So should we call you Clarence?" I asked.
The horse snorted, and Alice actually giggled. "Midnight will do just fine," he said. "It's the name Aliyah gave me."
This was, like, déjà vu. "Al ...?"
"Nah--he ran the saloon and knock shop. When he brought Aliyah on up to check out us girls, she picked me. Truth is, I were a bit mannish lookin' then ... but that prob'ly didn't make no diff'rance to her. I think she were just lookin' for a gal with some meat on her. Anyways, we had a fine tumble ... and after, she asked me to meet her next mornin' in the stables behind the Gem. Said she had another ride in mind."
"And now you're Midnight," I concluded. "When was this?" I looked at Alice, who managed to blush. His story was a little hard to follow, but it didn't sound like it had gone down in the past year or two.
"Well, shit, I weren't keepin' proper track even before I become her mount ... fer transport and to fuck her regular, both. About 1875, I reckon."
Alice gasped, but that might have been thanks to a cock lurch. Or not ... she displayed a knowledge of ancient history I lacked, asking, "Did you know Calamity Jane?"
"Hell, yeah! Everybody else though I'd skipped town--but somehow she still knew me. How the hell would anybody have remembered her after all these years?" He started to deliver some strokes to Alice's well-greased pussy, and she braced to get more dick inside herself.
"Well ... I'm told Jane was ... an interesting ... character," the girl gasped.
"Damn straight! Once she'd figured out I were still Clara, she had me fuck her pretty regular for a while." His squishing thrusts were getting stronger--and louder.
Alice managed to squeak out a response. "Cool!"
My focus, however, was still on this Ally-somebody. "Do you know much about the babe who transformed you?"
Midnight pumped on, but was able to focus on my questions. "Not like I could ask her, were it? But she told me some stuff--I guess so I didn't buck her off when she'd disappear. Or change ... at night she preferred to get around by flying. She explained that folks considered her a demon, but her people were just different. Said the closest I'd come was to call her a suck-you-bus. Which was fair enough--she seemed to suck what you'd call the surplus joy out of anyone having a spend in her neighborhood."
"Did she look like our Demi and Eve?" The penny finally dropped ... a real succubus would totally thrive here.
"Yeah, sometimes ... at night. But she kept changing bodies by day. I thought she'd been possessing people, but she musta guessed my thoughts. She said she were a 'traveler' -- she could control someone's actions for a while, and they'd think it were a strange dream, or maybe remember nothin' at all. She had a password for me, so I'd let her ride me whatever she looked like."
So we were back to the situation where anyone--or, over time, everyone--could be Al.
To Clyde, I said, "We'll let these two lovebirds finish up and sleep it off, while we head on over to the Lodge. It's a long shot, but we may as well have a visit with Demi and Eve."
"Okay. But you're right--getting Victoria here to ID anyone isn't promising."
True enough. Midnight had implied this Ally had a preferred form; but it seemed unlikely a succubus would change a girl into a latex version of her demon-self, and then spend the better part of her time occupying that girl. On the other hand, there was no reason for our demon sponsor to have expected either the almost-horses or the cock-sleeves to tell their stories. Hell, even Molly was still a long-shot contender.
Given there was no particular urgency--and being so close to the stables--I announced, "Okay, new plan! Clyde, my love--let's harness up the pony girls. We'll take them the scenic route."
Soon I was enjoying a romp with Selina, while Clyde rounded up the Subs who were on-duty as stable help. Mind you, they weren't being excessively helpful when we arrived--Duckie had been busily poking the liberated sexbot Nadia. Also there was some whooping and whimpering coming from the tack room. The duo on hand were given a few minutes to climax, and then put to work sorting out my coach-and-four.
Duckie, on her way past Selina and me (who had no such deadline), told me that the row still coming, as it were, from the back room was Tina, who was applying her horse cock--here she glanced at Clyde's prodigious pony pecker--to thoroughly fuck May, 'just to impress Jiz'.
Since she was obviously hoping to stir shit, I simply nodded and said "Great." The yellow creature has her uses, but they mostly involve her mouth being stuffed with flesh.
Even as I cheerfully straddled the cat-girl's long tongue, my mind--the small bit not dedicated to pleasure--had wandered to observe that Fran and Loni had grown some. What with the steady grazing, and the packing on of oats, they were on their way to resembling regular mares--if, you know, 'regular' extended to 'rubberized'. The two newbie recruits were also now full Pony-girls.
Ms Lewis had rigged the traces, and practiced with the foursome, but I hadn't had a go yet. She'd trained the Subs to do the work--including the fancy tack for them, plumes and all--so by the time I'd ridden out several excellent orgasms with Selina, they were all harnessed, with the smaller pair in front of our brace of experienced striders. We were ready to roll.
Clyde, as my chauffeur, took the reins, while I slipped my arm between hers to take hold of her cock-staff. I think it was Alice who had pointed this habit out to me when we'd first met, and I'll admit it is comforting. But on this occasion I found myself using Vic-the-Fleshlight as a handgrip. She squeaked steadily (by way of the speaker-pendant by my ear) when, responding to the rocking of the carriage, I began sliding her rather unpredictably up, down and around.
I had Clyde stop at the stream to water the ponies and, when once we'd reached the crest of Tit Hill, we stopped again to take in the view (while our ponies pumped out their surplus with relaxed whizzes all round). It was at this point that I realized a downside to carriage--the last time I'd been here, I'd had Midnight do me. Still ... "Clyde, you've got the brakes on, right?"
My one-time pet was used to dumb questions, and their inferences. "Sure, Mistress. Were you wanting a fuck?"
