Companions Chapter 35: The Bitch is Back
#36 of Companions
[Companions Chapter 35]
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WARNING! The following text contains explicit adult subject matter. It is not intended for anyone under the age of 18. If you are under the age of 18, then you must stop reading now. The author has taken steps to ensure that this story does not appear in any subject-inappropriate or age-inappropriate forum. This version has been posted with the author's permission to Yiffstar.com.
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* _COMPANIONS_
* by Evoquus
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* (c) Copyright 2003, Evoquus, All rights reserved.
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Rating: NC-17 for explicit sex: M/M, F/F, Human-Stallion-Mare, Anal, Oral
Chapter 35: The Bitch is Back
Daniel woke up with a pounding migraine. He tried to stand, but decided it best to sit up and allow his eyes to focus. As they did, two blurry gray equine faces approached each other. When the two fused into sharp focus, Daniel recognized the face that smiled at him, and his heart fluttered for his only son.
"Bouceph, my darling!"
"Hi Mom."
The mare grimaced in pain. "Ooof, I've got an AWFUL headache."
"Okay, okay, so you're not in the mood."
"No really, dear, my head is throbbing. Be a good boy and massage it for me."
Bouceph nuzzled her temples. "I'm not surprised your head aches. You had another guy living in it for a while."
"What are you talking about?"
"I swear, Ma, you had a human guy living in your head. You had his whole life story and everything."
"A human is cohabiting with me!?" she gasped. Then her eyes narrowed. "Ooohh! It must be your father's slut! I don't believe it! Get him out! Get him OUT!!"
"Shh, calm down, Ma, he's gone."
"Gone? Are you sure?"
"And he ain't comin' back."
Bouceph moved to the other side and continued the massage. "You know, he did a real number on you. He erased everything about you."
"My word!"
"But he was either in a hurry or just sloppy 'cause he wasn't very thorough. It took some doing, but I brought you back. And don't worry about him ever showing up again. I whacked him."
"What on Earth does that mean?"
"It means I burned out every brain cell he invaded - not just erased, WHACKED. Ain't nobody gonna unerase him. That's probably why your head hurts."
"You burned out my brain!?"
"Relax, Ma, it's not like you'll miss it."
"Well," she said, calming down, "as long as he's gone... Come here, my boy."
She kissed him deeply, moaning and snorting, until both of them were thoroughly worked up.
"I need you now, my love," she said, lifting her tail.
Bouceph hesitated. "Um. I kind of have a little problem."
"You can tell me about it while you're servicing me. Get back there and make me beg."
"Uh, that's the problem."
"What?"
Bouceph stood up and showed her his problem. The place where his testicles used to reside now oozed with infected yellow pus.
"What the hell happened to you!?"
"I don't know, Ma. You and me were going at it in the desert, then the next thing I knew, someone chewed off my balls, and then they smashed 'em and ruined 'em."
"I was there with you?"
"Yeah, you and Dad, but you probably don't remember 'cause it's in the burned-out section."
"Oh, my poor, poor boy, lie down and let me look at it."
Bouceph laid down on his side and opened his legs for his mother. She began licking his wound tenderly.
"Mmmm, that feels good."
"This has been festering for days. Why didn't you have someone take care of it?"
"Well... you're the only person I could think of who would."
"Bouceph, my dear, you really need to make some friends. I can't coddle you forever."
Daniel as Zhorelle continued cleaning the wound, hardly practicing what she preached. She loved coddling her son and molding him in her image, for it was the surest way to cut out the heart of her wretched bond mate. How she wished Rovaun were here right now, raging with jealousy at her tender ministrations, facing the humiliating truth that his bond mare would much rather suck the putrid pus out of her son's castrated genitals than have anything to do with the father. The vindictive mare began her plotting.
Her motherly touch had an immediate effect on the wound, sterilizing the open sore and encouraging tissues to mend. If Bouceph could have reached, he would have done this himself, she thought to herself, but then if he could lick his own genitals, he would spend little time doing anything else.
She was happy to do this intimate thing for him. It kept him around, and kept him interested. Like her son, she had no one else to touch and be touched. Their relationship was as symbiotic as it was dysfunctional.
Bouceph's cheese-encrusted cockhead popped out of its sheath, and she watched with a smile as it grew. Rather than dive on it, she pretended not to notice, and instead lingered on the wound, which was painfully sensitive to her touch. She licked it long and slow, moaning and sighing, kissing and delicately flicking it as if his phantom balls were still there. It drove him nuts.
"Oh Ma... Ma... Suck me... Please?"
"Hmm, why should I?" she teased, gently tapping and dilly-dallying just south of where they both wanted her to be.
"Because... Because... Oh FUCK! I swear I'll do anything you want, just suck my cock."
She knew he was all talk and no show but needed no more coaxing. She took him warmly into her mouth.
"Ohhhh," he moaned, "I've missed you so..."
It brought tears to her eyes, for despite having sucked him countless times over the centuries, today, deep in her soul, it felt like she was doing this to him for the very first time. His flavors were ancient and new, and as violent as ever. The more he slid inside, the more he assaulted her taste buds, and the more she salivated.
"Mom," he cooed, "you give the best blowjobs!"
"As if you have anyone to compare me with... other than yourself."
Bouceph shut up. His mother knew him too well.
When she reached his root, he flared inside her throat and climaxed violently, bursting open his wound again. He shrieked in agony and ecstasy, letting loose a flurry of expletives that momentarily caught her off guard, but she knew she was safe from his fury as long as she had his dick in her jaws. He settled down soon enough, and lay heaving on the ground, wincing in pain. Zhorelle carefully released him.
"Fuck, Ma, my balls hurt," he cried pitifully.
"I know, my Darling," she said, tending to him again. Her plotting continued. "Bouceph my love, you say your father was there when this happened to you?"
"Uh-huh," he said with eyes closed as his mother applied her salve. "... But I don't see how he could have done it, if that's what you're thinking."
"Where is he now?"
"Shacked up about a half mile southeast. Why?"
"I need to see him." Zhorelle got to her feet.
"Why?" He sat up in painful alarm. "Don't tell him I'm here!"
"Don't worry, my love. Wait here until I get back." She headed southeast.
"What are you gonna do?"
The black mare disappeared.
"Hello, Lover."
Hearing those words uttered by that sultry voice, Rovaun whirled around with an instinctive snort. Though his Companion had sworn never again to greet him in that manner, technically, this was not a violation of that oath, since technically, this was not the individual who had made that legal affirmation. The stallion was quick to forgive and beamed brightly at her.
"Hello, Pandora," he smiled, giving her a tender nuzzle.
"Pandora," she mused. "How sexy."
"How very true." Rovaun tried to spy where his Companion was virtually hiding without being rude to the mare.
"I have missed you so," she oozed.
"And every moment away from you is an eternity, my Love," he gushed.
"Hmm-hmm," she snickered, nuzzling along his ribs. "You're such a stud... I want your body."
"I am all yours, Pandora."
"How delicious."
She kissed and nuzzled his right buttock and Rovaun knew exactly where the ass-mare was headed. He raised his tail for her to give her a clean shot.
"What a beautiful sight," she said, forcing her nose in between the powerful muscles. Then she opened wide and slowly engulfed his testicles while rolling them on her tongue.
"May I have these?" she cooed.
"Yes you may, my Love. After all, it is what is great about being a ma..."
The jaws clamped shut and the mare's teeth scissored the scrotum free. Freshly gelded, Rovaun screamed and fell to the ground writhing and kicking the air. Zhorelle indulged herself for a few seconds, making sure to get a good, long-lasting view of this glorious occasion.
"What are you fretting about, Lover. It's not like you'll miss them."
She bolted heading due south toward a large creek, where she knew she would be difficult to track.
Hearing Rovaun's cries, Shianna came galloping from a nearby meadow, followed by a fearful Malaya. The sight of the bloody horse evoked a terrified whinny from the little mare. Shianna was on him instantly, lingually cauterizing the gusher.
"Rovaun! Rovaun, what happened!?"
The wincing stallion could not speak. It was all he could do just to keep from screaming. Shianna continued to minister first aid, knowing the sooner she mended him, the sooner she would get an answer.
"My... Com... pan..."
"DANNY did this!?
"No... No... Pan... dor..."
That made no sense. Shianna would simply have to wait until Rovaun could speak coherently. After twenty minutes of emergency care, her patient was lucid again.
"Something is terribly wrong, Shianna," he panted.
"No kidding. Pandora did this to you?"
"Yes. She is out of control. [Cough] I fear my Companion is in grave danger."
"Which way did she go?"
Rovaun indicated south. "Do not go alone. Take at least one stallion with you."
Shianna summoned Parceph and Malaya's father, Hurroll, then the three of them headed south in search of the answer to a question that no one dared ponder.
Zhorelle returned to the spot where she had left Bouceph, but he was nowhere to be found. Cautiously, she called out to him, not wanting to reveal her location to any ears not belonging to her kin. No one responded.
She examined the ground for signs of a scuffle, and the signs were everywhere, but they made no sense. Bouceph's hoofprints headed in every direction. She had no idea where to start looking for him nor what could have possessed him to come and go like that during her short absence. Flustered, she called out to him again, threatening to injure him if he didn't rear his ugly head. A hundred yards away, an ugly head approached her.
"Why did you run off like that?" she yelled furiously while keeping her voice down.
"Because I didn't know why you left. I had to make sure you didn't come back with company."
"You don't trust your own mother?"
"I could say, 'Hell no, what are you, some fucking idiot you stupid bitch!?' but that would be a rude thing to say to my mom. So let me put it this way. I trust you implicitly, just as much as you trust me - implicitly."
Zhorelle smiled at her street-smart son. "Fair enough. Lie down. I brought you something to soothe the pain.
"Oh bless you," he said, dropping on the ground to expose himself.
Zhorelle lowered to him. "Now this is going to hurt for a moment, but you'll be thanking me forever afterward. Are you ready?"
"Yeah. Go ahead."
Zhorelle tore open his wound again evoking a sharp whinny from her son, but he kept his cool while she went to work. She oriented Rovaun's testicles into place and held them there with her mouth.
"Fortunately for you, gonads are the easiest organs to transplant."
"You got me some balls!? You're the best mom EVER!"
"Hold still."
"Whose are they?"
"They're your father's."
"Ho-ho-ho... that is brilliant." Bouceph lay back smiling as brightly as his mother. Within minutes, the essence in the orbs of life had sealed off all open capillaries and were busy connecting their plumbing to the former gelding. "I can feel the hormones surging already."
"Yes, but you had best take it easy or they'll surge themselves right onto the ground."
Bouceph sighed. "I love you, Mom."
"I love you, too, Son."
"You know what the first thing is that I'm gonna do with my new balls?"
"Yes," she said with a grin.
"And it's gonna be the last thing I do with 'em, too. And every time in between."
"That's my boy. Rest now."
"Okay."
The stallion napped for two hours. During that time, Zhorelle had carefully held the sacs in place, sometimes running her tongue around to sample them. Their flavor was exquisite, and now they would be hers forever. Then, as she gently lapped, a startling thought occurred to her, and it made her grin like a hyena. When Bouceph finally awoke, she could not wait to tell him the news.
"I think you can let go of 'em, now, Ma. It feels like they took."
She carefully released him and examined his new acquisitions, which appeared to have successfully taken root.
"I have great plans for us," she said as she cuddled with him.
"Does it include fucking like rabbits."
"Yes it does," she cooed.
"Then count me in." They nuzzled and kissed and snorted on each other.
"What is the name of your bond mare again?" she asked, as if the answer did not matter.
"I think it's 'Cunt.'"
"No really," she snuggled. "What is her name?"
"Oh, you mean her full name? It's 'Shianna the Cunt.' I just call her 'Cunt' for short."
"Oh that's right," purred Zhorelle. "Shianna is your bond mare... Hmmm. Well guess what, my dear. Bouceph has a brand new bond mare."
"He does? Who?"
"Me, you numbskull."
The stallion snorted the equivalent of a spit-take and then backed away while scrambling to his feet. His balls somehow remained attached.
"You're... you're my bond mare!?"
"Yes," said Zhorelle with an evil grin as she rose to her feet. "Don't you see what this means, Bouceph? You and I can redefine Hipponaur!"
"Redefine... Hipponaur?" he panted, pacing back and forth, clearly upset.
"What's the matter with you!" said Zhorelle, trying not to be insulted.
"Nothing, Ma, it's just kind of sudden, you know?... I mean, you're gonna be popping out at least one kid a year from now on."
"Yes, so?"
"Well... I'm not sure if I'm cut out to be a father."
Zhorelle rolled her eyes. "Of course you aren't, but it doesn't matter. I get to be Queen Bee. You're just the lucky drone who services me daily."
He stared at her in disbelief. It sounded too good to be true. "So I don't have to do nothin'?"
"Just keep me pregnant and happy."
"Well shit!" he grinned. "I can do THAT!"
She raised her tail to him. "Then get to work, Drone. Fill me with royal jelly."
Bouceph didn't need any prodding. He mounted her immediately and lengthened inside of her. She turned her head back so that their tongues could mate, too.
"Ooooh," she cooed. "How are your balls holding up?"
"Great so far."
"Oh God, Bouceph, your dick is twice as big as your father's. I'm so glad nobody chewed it off, too."
"You love your little boy's big cock in your juicy cunt, don't you."
"Now, now, show some respect for your Queen."
"Forgive me. You love your studly son's big fat slab of meat slamming into your steaming fuck-hole, don't you, Your Majesty."
"That's my Prince."
When Bouceph reached full length, his cock pushed hard against Zhorelle's closed uterus. The frightened being inside could hide no longer.
"Mommy!!"
Zhorelle gasped.
"What the fuck!??"
"I'm scared!!"
"Mom, you're already pregnant!" snorted Bouceph as he dismounted.
"I can't be... Oh my God... It's that slut's love child!"
"What slut?"
"Your father's slut!"
"The HUMAN!?"
Zhorelle looked him squarely in the eye. "Yes, Bouceph. The human."
"You let him FUCK you!?" he snarled.
"No Bouceph. If you must know, I raped him."
The stallion snorted fumes at her, then he stood back and cocked his head. Slowly his eyes softened, then he smiled and chuckled. "I bet Dad was pissed."
"Oh, he was positively not amused at all."
"Heh-heh. Good one. So, when are you gonna get rid of it?"
"Now of course! I've been carrying this blood-sucking half-breed long enough."
Zhorelle pointed to her abdomen and blasted the developing embryo. It screamed shrilly in her ears and cried for help. The shock of its cries made her head split.
"Ooof!" She looked puzzled at Bouceph for a moment, then concentrated on her abdomen and sent another deadly blast of hate at the thing inside her. It screamed again causing her to nearly pass out from the pain. She stumbled then recovered and looked away to wonder what was going on.
"That looks like fun," said Bouceph. "Can I try?"
"No," she said. "It's giving me a headache." Then she turned back with evil grin restored. "Besides, I have a much better idea."
"Mom-my... help..." whimpered Tattoo.
"Listen runt," she told him. "I don't want to hear a word or a peep or a heartbeat from you from now on. NOT A SOUND. Do you understand me?"
There was a short pause, then a meek voice said, "Yes."
She blasted him one more time. "DO... YOU... UNDERSTAND... ME?"
There was no further correspondence.
Zhorelle smiled at Bouceph. "I think I actually got through to the little tapeworm."
"Can't I hit him just once?"
"Later. Let's go."
"Where are we going?"
"Why, to make peace with your father, of course."
As Bouceph and Zhorelle approached the camp, they were spied by the search party that was looking for Pandora. Shianna and Hurroll kept a watchful eye on the black Hipponaur, whereas Parceph was much more keen on the gray one.
"I see that they grew back," said Parceph.
"What?" asked Shianna.
"The property stolen from Rovaun," he indicated, "is right there."
Shianna recognized Rovaun's body parts, and suddenly found herself more curious about Bouceph than Pandora. Black and Gray ignored them as well as the rest of the gathering crowd that followed them into camp where Rovaun was resting up. He saw the Hipponaurs approaching and carefully stood to greet them, but the sight of Bouceph trotting parallel with his biological mother knocked him off balance. Rovaun could easily manage either one of them individually, but in the past when they ganged up on him, as was apparently the case now, he often landed on the losing side.
Bouceph and Zhorelle trotted right up to him while the others held back, not wanting to get involved in Rovaun's personal affairs, but willing to jump in if needed.
"Greetings, Pandora," said Rovaun, ignoring his son.
"We have some things that belong to you," she said. "I have one item and Bouceph has a pair."
Rovaun had already noticed that Bouceph had been re-endowed, prancing into camp where he was not the least bit welcome as if they were made of brass. Assuming that this was about a hostage negotiation, Rovaun asked the mare, "You have my Companion?"
Zhorelle rolled her eyes. "No you moron, I have your human slut's progeny."
"I'm going to fetch Harlok," said Hurroll, rushing off.
"Yes, we must have the Elder here to make sure this is all legal and proper," said Zhorelle.
"Pandora, what has happened to you?" Rovaun asked innocently.
Zhorelle just smiled.
"Where is my Companion?"
The mare yawned spitefully. Rovaun had no choice but to cooperate in order to win some answers.
"What's happening?" whispered Malaya to Shianna. "Who is that?"
Bouceph caught the young mare staring at him and took a sudden unhealthy interest. "Well aren't you the cutest little thing," he gushed. "What's your name, little Missy?"
"Her name is none of your business, Creep!" spat Shianna.
"I wasn't talking to the big cunt," he spewed back. "Just the little one." He smiled at the young mare with a visage that dripped poisoned honey. Malaya wisely stayed away from him.
"Do you have a bond mate yet, Missy?" he asked.
Zhorelle had had enough of his flirting. "YOU have a bond mate standing right next to you, you tactless ASS!"
Jeremiah, who had observed the exchange closely, whispered to Parceph, "Malaya is in danger while Bouceph is in this hemisphere."
"I agree, Companion."
"Who are you!?" demanded Zhorelle of the man.
"Name's Jeremiah, Ma'am."
She eyed him disapprovingly. "I know you. You're Parceph's slut. You're supposed to be dead."
"Just rumors... Ma'am."
"Is he your cohabitant, too?" she asked Parceph derisively. The stallion felt no obligation to respond.
Hurroll returned with Harlok, who was surprised to see Bouceph appearing so confident. The Elder had decreed his capture and subsequent trial after learning of his misdeeds against Parceph, Daniel, and Rovaun in the desert.
"At last we can begin," said Zhorelle. "We have a simple request, Rovaun. Bouceph and I ask for your pardon of all past and present crimes against you."
For the sake of his imperiled companion, Rovaun played along. "If you wanted to give Bouceph my testicles, Pandora, you need only have asked."
"Ha-ha, right. And you would have just hoofed them over, no questions asked."
"I would have asked questions, certainly, but I would have given them willingly. And as for a pardon, I absolve both you and Bouceph of any past and present crimes against me."
"Rovaun," cautioned Harlok, "If you are being coerced, then your absolution is legally meaningless."
"Elder, this is my Companion, my life mate, and my spouse. I shall never be coerced by her. I simply agree with her wishes. And Bouceph is my son. A father can forgive his son, can he not?"
"And Parceph," demanded Bouceph. "I want absolution from him, too."
Jeremiah looked uneasily at his mate, unaware of the history between the two stallions.
"I cannot speak for Parceph," said Rovaun as he turned to his friend. "But as a favor to me, perhaps he will agree."
The dark brown stallion's eyes raged. He shook his head slowly at Bouceph. "Only as a favor to you, Rovaun," seethed Parceph, "do I absolve Bouceph of all past crimes against me." Then he leveled an eye at Rovaun. "And to you, my friend, I offer this advice: Watch your step, for I have no more favors left to give."
Rovaun dropped his eyes sorrowfully. "Understood."
"I do not know what is going on, here," said Harlok. "But I cannot deny what I have seen and heard. Bouceph, my decree for your arrest is hereby lifted. You are free to indulge in whatever depravity you fancy. And I fully expect to have a new decree for your head within a week. Enjoy your freedom while it lasts."
"Well, now, that wasn't so hard," said Zhorelle. She sauntered up to Rovaun and gave him a nuzzle. "So you agree with my dearest wishes, Spouse?"
"Yes, Companion. I love you unconditionally."
"You would do anything I ask?"
"Anything at all, as long as it does no harm to others."
"No harm... to others."
"I draw the line there."
"Hmm... Then it is my wish that you chew off your left foot."
Shianna gasped. Rovaun sighed in disappointment, then lifted his left front hoof and gnawed at the flesh, rending it from the bone.
"Rovaun, STOP IT!" shouted Shianna.
Rovaun continued, though the intense pain impeded his progress.
Shianna made a move on the mare in a last-ditch effort to end the madness. She nuzzled the brand she had made earlier that day. Zhorelle recoiled from the bizarre assault.
"What the hell are you're doing!?" she snorted, clearly unaffected.
Shianna said nothing, but dropped her head in defeat.
Bouceph cringed from the gore in his father's mouth. "Ma, don't you think this is a little extreme? I mean, look at him. He'll do whatever you want. But if you cripple your slave, he ain't gonna be so useful."
Zhorelle turned to her beloved son and gave him a nuzzle. "You have such a big heart, Bou-Bou. Very well then. You don't have to chew off your foot if you don't want to."
Rovaun carefully set his hoof down, then flinched and tipped it on its edge to keep the weight off. "Anything else, my Love?"
"Yes," she said, absolutely orgasmic over humiliating him. "Bouceph and I were rudely interrupted while giving your gonads a test run. It is my dearest wish that it continue unimpeded. Do you mind?"
Bouceph nuzzled her behind the ears. "You want us to do it right now in front of everybody?"
"Of course dear. We have nothing to hide."
"I do not mind, Companion," said Rovaun gallantly. "You and Bouceph are free to love each other with my full permission." He nodded to Harlok who acknowledged him.
"Why must you seek the Elder's approval?"
"Because we are married, Companion. Your request, if misconstrued, could put our honor at risk."
"That's right! We're married," she said in mock surprise. "My dear Bouceph, it would be inappropriate for you to make torrid love to me. Perhaps you should find someone else."
Bouceph immediately dropped his eyes and his cock at Malaya. The frightened mare hid behind Shianna, cautiously peeking out around her.
"Don't you dare," hissed Shianna.
Zhorelle noted that Bouceph was not following the script very closely and kicked him in the ribs. "Not her, you idiot!... HIM."
Bouceph frowned at her in disappointment, but then found the idea of dominating his father very appealing. This form of punishment was much more palatable.
"I can't watch this," said Shianna, turning to leave. "Come Malaya."
"Everyone stays!" demanded Zhorelle. "Even the human. Everyone must witness how much my spouse loves me... Rovaun!"
"Please stay," said Rovaun through gritted teeth.
Bouceph wandered behind him. "Lift your tail."
"Be polite Son, the police are watching."
"Right... um Father, would it be all right with you if I lovingly ram my horsedick up your horse's ass?"
Neither hesitating nor taking his eyes off of Zhorelle, Rovaun lifted his tail and replied, "You may proceed."
Bouceph made good on his threat, mounting his father and raping him. Zhorelle and Rovaun stared at each other, each wearing a similarly subtle smirk. Why Zhorelle was smirking was obvious to everyone. Why Rovaun was doing the same was a mystery. Zhorelle refused to be intimidated by him because she knew that was exactly what he wanted.
Bouceph bit hard into the back of his father's neck as the last few thrusts triggered the first orgasm of his new testicles, christening his father's guts with his own thick ejaculate. "Ohh yeahhh! You never forget your First Time. Thanks for the memories, Dad."
Rovaun got careless and sighed in relief that it was over. Zhorelle seized upon his weakness.
"Bouceph come here!"
The stallion removed his deflating phallus and complied.
"Look at that!" she scolded. "I just bathed it and it is filthy again!"
Shianna wept quietly.
"Spousy-Wousy, could you please clean your son's pee-pee for me."
"I... I don't want him anywhere near my balls, Ma," said Bouceph nervously.
"Relax, Bouceph. Our relationship is built on trust. Isn't it... Dearest."
Rovaun closed his eyes and subtly shook his head, then did as she commanded, begrudgingly licking his fecal matter from his son's penis while Bouceph stood proud.
"Not like that, my love," she said, sneering at the weeping mare. "Do it like Shianna does it to you."
The white mare was startled into silence.
"You know, slow and sensual, like you're really enjoying it."
Rovaun rolled his eyes. He was already at the bottom of a cesspool; he could not possibly be debased any more. This was all pointless, but he did as he was told because it simply did not matter. He sucked and licked and moaned with feigned pleasure. Bouceph imagined that it was really Shianna performing this act on him, and was soon fucking his father's throat with a roaring hard-on.
"Very good, spouse. I almost believe it myself. Maybe if you tell your son how much you enjoy it, it might end sooner."
What could be the harm? "Ooohh. I love sucking your cock," he said, the words sounding utterly ridiculous coming from him. "It is so big. Mmmm and so yummy. Especially since it has just been in my colon."
Bouceph started laughing hysterically. Rovaun wisely chose to disregard Zhorelle's advice on this matter. Instead, he stimulated the base of Bouceph's cock with his tongue, and that ended it soon enough. Once again he was injected with his own essence.
"Fucking-A, Dad, your balls are fantastic!" Bouceph pulled out slowly, allowing Rovaun to fulfill his duty to clean the horsedick. Plus the extra essence squeezed out would do him some good, now that he could no longer manufacture it himself.
"Take good care of them, my son," he said, proudly raising up again. Zhorelle could not believe it.
"One final request, dear Mouse, er, Spouse."
"And what is that, my Eternal Love?"
"Show us all and especially your son, that you bear him no ill will. I want you to kiss your balls good-bye."
"Mom!" protested Bouceph.
"Shut up, Bouceph, and present yourself to your father."
"No!"
"DO IT!!"
Reluctantly, Bouceph complied, giving his father a deadly warning not to try anything funny. With all he had been through, Rovaun thought this would be the easiest trial to endure. It was not. His Companion, in earlier days, had so enjoyed these potent sacs. It had made Rovaun's heart soar to hear him coo and ooh and ahh over them as he fondled and nuzzled and dined. Those days were gone. Rovaun shut his eyes and kissed them tenderly, closing the book on that chapter of his life. Bouceph hopped away as fast as possible once the deed was done.
For Zhorelle this had ceased to be fun. She had made her point long ago but could not seem to stop. Inwardly, she prayed that her spineless former bond mate would not give her a reason to continue.
"I have done as you asked, Companion," said Rovaun raising up. "Now I ask that you let me talk to Tattoo."
"Who's that."
"Tattoo is your son in your womb."
"Oh, him..." She was under no obligation to do so, but making this small gesture would be a good political move. She sighed overtly to ensure that everyone knew what a painful sacrifice this was on her part. "Make it quick."
Rovaun nuzzled her abdomen. "Tattoo, it is Daddy. Can you hear me?"
There was no response.
Zhorelle snorted in exasperation. "Speak to your father!"
After a short pause, a tiny terrified voice squeaked, "Dad... dy..."
"Tattoo, are you injured?"
"Help... me..."
Rovaun studied his mother, who seemed entirely ambivalent to his little son's anguish.
"Tattoo, is Mommy in there with you?"
"Y-yes... Daddy please!!"
"Is anyone else in there?"
"No... Help me!"
Rovaun closed his eyes and cried silently for his son. "Tattoo, listen to me. Obey your mother. Do as she says and you will not be harmed. Do you understand?"
"Y-Yes."
"We will talk again soon. Good-bye."
"DADDY!!"
"You will make no further sounds," commanded Zhorelle. "Do you understand?"
The tiny voice remained silent.
"Well, well, well. It looks like he got his brains from me."
Rovaun stood up and stared sternly at his mate while speaking in a slow malevolent tone. "You will not harm him. You will not belittle him. You do not have to speak to him, but you will not hurt him anymore, because if you do, then you can be VERY sure that I - will - hurt - YOU!"
"How dare you threaten me!"
Rovaun did not need to back up his threat. His menacing some-looks-just-might-kill-after-all glare was enough to get his point across.
"My," she said, pretending not to be intimidated. "Spoken as if you had a pair. Just don't give me a reason to hurt him."
Rovaun changed the subject and his mood. "Companion," he said calmly, "do you understand what has happened to you?"
"She understands, Pop," said Bouceph. "She understands perfectly. It's YOU who don't have a clue."
"Listen to your son," she said. "He's not as stupid as you look." She went to stand by Bouceph's side. "I have a new husband. Get used to it." Then she gave her son a stern eyebrow. "You, too." He blinked and stopped fantasizing about Malaya for the moment. They turned to leave.
"Companion," called Rovaun. "Listen to YOUR son, too."
Tattoo was the LAST creature that she could ever imagine voluntarily starting up a dialog with, and she thwacked her tail at Rovaun to say so.
Shianna broke down in tears and dropped to the ground to help repair Rovaun's damaged foot. He had been careful not to fully separate the flesh from the bone so that most of it wrapped back into place, though it was no less painful. Rovaun nuzzled the back of her neck as she tended to him.
"What happened?" she cried. "How did this nightmare happen!?"
"Bouceph," said Rovaun calmly. "Bouceph happened."
"But where is Danny?"
"That was my Companion, Shianna. Daniel Racher's soul is still in command of that body. Bouceph must have erased his identity and replaced it with Zhorelle's."
"That was not Danny! That was a MONSTER!"
"Tattoo confirmed it, Shianna. His Mommy is with him. No one else."
"I don't believe it, Rovaun. If there was a shred of Danny that survived, there is no way he would have let this happen to you. Face it, Rovaun. Danny is dead, and that fucking bitch is back!"
"I do not believe my Companion is dead, Shianna. But I agree with you - the fucking bitch is most definitely back." He dropped his head and managed a sad chuckle. "It is ironic."
"What is," she muttered, angry at him for finding anything remotely amusing about this catastrophe.
"How upset my Companion was this morning after discovering he had a female Primitive."
"The fucking mother of all Primitives!" snarled Shianna.
A remorseful Parceph approached them. "Rovaun," he said with head bowed. "I did not mean what I said earlier."
The gelded stallion smiled at him. "I know, Parceph."
"Whatever I can do to help, just name it."
"Thank you, Parceph. I will let you know as soon as I think of something."
Parceph nodded sadly and then departed with his mate. Jeremiah chose to walk on foot so as not to add a physical burden to his stallion's overloaded emotional saddlebags. The two returned to their tent, neither of them in a frame of mind to continue where they had left off.
"Are you okay, Partner?" Jeremiah asked his moody mate.
"No," he growled.
"Is there anything I can do?"
"Kill Bouceph."
"Please don't say things like that."
"Companion, do you really believe that Bouceph will become a model Hipponaur citizen now that he has amnesty?"
"No," Jeremiah acknowledged, then he hesitated to ask the next question. "What did he do to you?"
Parceph stared at him with misplaced loathing, then finally admitted, "Do you remember how Garson invaded Bouceph's body in that other timeline?"
"Yes."
"Bouceph had rigged that to be MY fate in this one."
Jeremiah stared at him dumbstruck.
"Fortunately Danny and Rovaun came to my rescue. But now Bouceph has destroyed Danny, and he will destroy Rovaun through Pandora. And there is nothing we can do about it!"
"I know, Partner, I hear ya... He has his sights on Malaya, too. Has anyone tried to reason with him?"
Parceph eyed him as if he were from another planet, and then he remembered that he was. "Bouceph is at the center of his universe, Companion. There is no reasoning with The Big Bang."
"Maybe there is," the man pondered, "if we give the Big Bang something better to bang."
"You obviously don't know him very well."
Jeremiah bit his lip. "Oh I know him," he muttered to himself.
A tree fell.
"Well, hello there, Little Missy!" said Bouceph, praising his unbelievable luck to find the young virgin mare alone on the hill. Then his nostrils caught her scent and his luck quadrupled. She was in her first estrus.
Startled, she turned to him and backed away defensively.
"Aw, I won't hurt ya," he said, setting down to hide his growing erection. "Do you like looking at the sunset?"
"It's pretty," she said, meekly.
"Not half as pretty as you are."
She giggled and blushed.
"My name is Bouceph," he said, bowing to her.
"I'm Malaya," she said, bowing back to him.
"What nice manners! You're a very smart young lady."
"Thank you," she said bashfully, then turned to watch the sun.
"Do you know why we watch the sunset?"
"Yes," she replied by rote. "For respect. And it symbolizes life, death, and rebirth."
"That's right. Do you think those things are important?"
"Of course, silly."
Bouceph chuckled warmly. "I like to be silly sometimes, don't you?"
"Yes," she smiled shyly.
"Can I ask you something, Malaya? You don't have to answer if you don't want to."
"Okay."
"Do you know what a bond mate is?"
"Yes."
"Can you tell me what it is?"
"It's a stallion and a mare that can have babies."
"That's right. And do you have one?"
"Kind of."
"What... what do you mean, 'kind of'?"
"Well... he isn't born yet," she said, looking disappointed.
"Ohhh, I see," he said, mimicking her mood. "It's gonna be a few years, then, for you."
"Yeah... shucks." She kicked the dirt in mock anger.
"It sounds like you wish you didn't have to wait so long, is that right?"
"Yeah," she sighed, staring at the bright red ball. There was nothing she could do about it.
"That's too bad. But at least you'll be happy in, what, six or seven years. Sure seems like a long, long time away."
She sighed again and nodded.
"Would you like to have babies?"
"Uh huh."
"Babies are cute, aren't they."
"Yeah," she giggled.
"And they're fun to play with. I know!"
"I sing songs to Tantau," she chirped.
"And babies love to hear and sing songs, too."
She smiled and dropped her head.
"I bet you wish you could have a baby right now, huh."
She nodded sadly.
"Malaya," he said, poking his head under her own and looking up at her. "What if I told you that you could?"
Her eyes widened brightly. "Really?"
"Yes, Ma'am. Right this minute if you like."
Suddenly she became nervous. This was not supposed to be her destiny.
"Malaya, has anyone ever told you that you are the loveliest creature in the world?"
She smiled, but shook her head nervously.
"You know what you need, Darlin'? A strong handsome stallion to take care of you."
She looked at him and considered it. He stood up, and for the first time, she saw him in his full glory. He pumped himself up and looked down on her proudly.
"Whadaya say, Darlin'? Am I handsome enough for you?"
She nodded to him briefly but then fixated in terror on that threatening phallus that dripped a long viscous string to the ground.
"It... will hurt," she quavered.
"Oh, no Darlin'. I'll be gentle. But look, we don't have much time." He indicated the sunset of which only forty percent remained.
"Huh?"
"If you want that baby tonight, it's gotta be before the sun goes down. Otherwise, it's bad luck."
Frantically, she looked back and forth between his spear and the sun, unsure of what to do. She could not make this decision and started to cry.
"Shhhh, Darlin', come here now," he said, hugging her. "Now you turn around and watch that pretty red sunset, and I'll watch it back here with you. And before you know it, before that last speck of red light winks out for the night, you'll be with foal."
Crying softly, she faced the sun as instructed. Then he covered her, and he entered her, and he kept his promise. He gave her a foal, just as the light faded out on the day, just as the light faded out on Malaya's destiny, for the young mare was now his... forever.
Bouceph woke up from his dream with a violent snort, a monumental hard-on, and the ball-churning hots for one particularly young bay mare. Blessed destiny! Malaya will be his!!
He stood up to free his erection and clear his head. Malaya would soon be his bond mare - the vision was clear about that. She was young, very much like she was now. That meant that she was still moldable, and by siring her first born, he would wield control over her. She would do things for him and to him that no other mare would do. Things that Zhorelle would never do. Things that only a mare stripped of all self esteem would do. Malaya would be that mare.
But he had to be careful not to screw it up. To do Destiny's bidding, he had to follow the signs. Malaya would be his, if he followed the signs precisely. Any deviation would mean failure, that the prophecy had been misconstrued. But how could it be misconstrued? He clearly mates with her. He makes her pregnant, instantly bonding them forever. His destiny was beautiful! Nevertheless, he had to follow the signs. They showed where and how, but not when - not which particular sunset. There was a vague clue, though, near the beginning of the dream - a large tree would fall. It was not much to go on, but it was better than nothing.
Right now, his immediate problem was his throbbing cock and over-productive balls that ached to be milked. Unfortunately, a young virginal bay mare was never around when he needed one. An old loose black one would do in a pinch, but Zhorelle had already left his lair. Cursing his mother's absence, he stepped outside into the early morning dawn to deal with it himself. Jeremiah was waiting patiently for him.
"We need to talk."
"Aren't you Parceph's slut?" said Bouceph, trying to take a leak through his woody.
"I am Parceph's companion."
"I have nothing to say to you. As far as Parceph is concerned, our history is history."
"Stay away from Malaya."
The stallion whirled around, his cock spraying horizontally. Jeremiah ducked to avoid the stream. "What do you know about her!?" snorted the stallion.
"I know that in this timeline she does not belong to you."
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
"Destiny has betrothed Malaya to Tantau. She will never belong to you."
"Well, we'll just see which dream date Destiny picks for her. I happen to know that Destiny is in my corner on this one."
"You're wrong, Bouceph."
"Get lost."
"Not until you give me your word."
"All right," chuckled the stallion to the silly man. "I give you my word that Malaya's gonna be keeping my dick nice and warm for a looooong time."
"Don't be so hasty," said Jeremiah. "I can offer you a deal."
"Fffft. What deal?"
"Me."
The stallion stared at the deranged human. "What could I possibly want with you?"
"Fuck me until I bleed. You know that you like it."
Bouceph eyed him cautiously. The stallion had fucked a human female to death once before, and it was one of his fondest memories that he often replayed over and over again whenever the Primitive urge warranted. But the weasely stallion did not do all of his thinking with the little head.
"No deal," he said, smelling a trap. "I turn you into a martyr and then I get busted. I admire your chutzpah, though. Not many humans would so willingly die for no reason."
"I have no intention of dying, and I have a very good reason."
"Doesn't matter what your reasons or intentions are, primate, you're still gonna die. Forget it. As fuck-tastic as it feels, I make it a general rule not to do humans. Too politically unsavvy. Besides, fucking you would last only your lifetime. Fucking Malaya will last MY lifetime."
"I am much hardier than the average human. Parceph does me everyday, and he's ten times the stud you'll ever be, even with your new set."
Bouceph shoved his nose into Jeremiah's face snorting equine snot onto him. "I am sure that Parceph is somewhat daintier with his Companion than I would be. You'd be dead in thirty seconds!"
"Let's find out," said Jeremiah unimpressed.
"What?"
"I'll let you fuck me as hard as you want for thirty seconds."
"In exchange for what?"
"In exchange for you considering my offer."
"Let me get this straight. You're saying that I can fuck you for thirty seconds and then still decide to take Malaya?"
"Only after giving my offer an honest consideration."
"Well that seems more than fair," schemed Bouceph. "But how do I know you're not just trying to commit suicide?"
"I swear to Hipponaur my offer is sincere."
"Huh, well that don't mean squat, but I don't care anymore. Drop and spread 'em. I hope you don't mind if I fantasize about someone else."
Having already oiled himself in preparation, Jeremiah stepped out of his pants and bent over. The stallion was on top and inside in a second, and his Primitive greeted the man with several deep and sharp thrusts. Bouceph's brain broiled with desire for the man, pushing all thoughts of Malaya into a dark, dusty corner. But the nimble human would not stay put, constantly moving with the thrusts to prevent serious injury. After thirty seconds, he scrambled forward, safely disengaging from the stallion, who was left to rage and roar on his own until the Primitive fell asleep again.
"You didn't let me finish!" he bellowed.
"Ready to talk terms?"
The heaving beast glared at him with silent rage, but then nodded.
"I will let you fuck me to orgasm once a week for eight years."
"Why eight years?"
"I estimate that by then Malaya will have bonded with Tantau and you will no longer be a threat."
"Only once a week..."
"That's over four hundred psychotic memories for you to peruse."
"Once a DAY..."
"No way!"
"... For a HUNDRED years!"
"You're out of your fucking mind!"
"Damn right, thanks to you. I'll stay away from Malaya, but I get my daily tail from you."
Jeremiah bit his lip.
"The counter offer is good for five more seconds," growled the frustrated stallion.
"Once a day for eight years!"
"Four..."
"Come on, that's reasonable!"
"Three..."
"Twenty years!"
"Two..."
"Fifty!!"
"One..."
"Alright! One hundred years!! Shit, Parceph's gonna kill me."
"No. I'm gonna kill you. Starting with fuck number one. Bend over."
"So we have a deal?"
"Deal. As long as you're satisfying me, I got no reason to wander. Now sit still this time. My new balls wanna know what it feels like to get stuffed into human crack."
Jeremiah bent over again, but had no intention of sitting still. The Primitive was alive and well and as murderous as ever, but the stallion could not manage to insert more than half his cock into the human, which was the limit at which Jeremiah could survive. The squirrelly man did his best to keep it that way; unfortunately, he made one fatal miscalculation in underestimating his opponent.
Even as the Primitive twirled disco lights in his head, Bouceph retained enough of his wits to mess with the man's nervous system. Jeremiah's muscles seized up, immobilizing him, leaving him defenseless against the ramrod impaling him from behind.
"Stop!" he screamed, but that only energized the Primitive to work ever harder to silence him.
Hearing the violent rape in progress, Zhorelle returned from the creek at full gallop, then halted in disgust at what she witnessed.
"Bouceph! What the fuck are you doing!?"
"A human," he panted.
"You're going to kill him."
"Yeah... It's great!"
"Stop it, Bouceph!!"
"Danny... help me," pleaded Jeremiah.
Zhorelle was just about to tackle her son, but the man called her by that slut's name, and it infuriated her.
"My name is Zhorelle," she informed him, coldly.
"Zhorelle... please."
Suddenly the mare was in turmoil. Half of her wanted the brutality to stop while the other half cared nothing for the man. The delay was just sufficient to end Jeremiah's life. Fearing the mother's intervention, the Primitive released a flood of adrenaline that enabled Bouceph's cock to burst through the superhuman protective barrier. Instantly, the Primitive changed the speed setting from "chop" to "puree", pulverizing the man's internal organs into a reddish-gray mush. Finding this acceptable, the Psycho treated the stallion to a job-well-done orgasm. Then the half of Zhorelle that did not care changed its mind.
"Bouceph... you killed him."
"It wasn't my fault, Ma. He practically begged me to do it. I AM remorseful, though. He was a great lay."
"Bouceph," she said in bitter disappointment. "You could have shown some restraint."
"Why?"
"Because... Oh, what's the point."
"Exactly! Where should we dump him?"
"This isn't some homeless vagrant that no one will miss. You killed Parceph's companion!"
"What are you so pissed about?"
Zhorelle stared at her clueless one-ton offspring who possessed not one nanogram of integrity, and for some reason it unnerved him to the point of babble.
"I warned him this would happen! And... and it wasn't my idea in the first place. He wanted me to fuck him instead of Malaya, and I told him no way, but he insisted..."
"You're fucking Malaya, now, too!?"
"Well, no... not yet anyway..."
"Bouceph..." The angry mare got angrier and was about to let him have it. But then she considered the corpse of Parceph's dearest Companion and decided that her energy was better spent dealing with that atrocity instead. She set down next to it. "Put him on my back. I'll take care of him."
"You're the greatest, Ma," he said, dragging the lifeless man over her back. "When you return, I promise to give you something extra special."
Zhorelle stood up. "Save it for Malaya," she said coldly.
"Okay," he grinned, kicking his hooves.
[End of _COMPANIONS_ Chapter 35: The Bitch is Back]
[Next in series: Chapter 36: Companion Compassion]