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((Well, here's one for you, girls... and guts, I suppose. I'm no girl so you might rule out that I wrote this from experience... if certain other things wouldn't give me away.))

Where do you start a story that... never really starts, it just takes place? Of course, I should start by telling you about me. My name is Hale and I'm now 21, when this event took place though, I was 16. I will only give you a quick rundown of my appearance... I'm as said, 16 of age now, I try to look back at who I was then, what I looked like...

I'd say I was pretty naive, I always thought the best of people. I was normal height... I don't know what normal height was back then, I just know I was around the same length as everyone else. I'm still a white panther, a freak of nature as I was struck with being albino. I didn't mind, and I can tell you right now that some guys even wanted me more for that... perhaps because I'd be a much more interesting fuck, I don't know... to mention quickly, my bosom wasn't exactly the most developed ever.

Well, being albino also left me with the characteristic pink eyes and my hair was white as well, but a great deal longer than other girls as I enjoyed it long; much more to play with when bored. I never tried to look like a slut, I just simply liked wearing short skirt, with panties under, mind you, and tight tops... I did try to dress for the season, really... I didn't exactly find much pleasure in freezing my ass off during the winter.

Anyway, the story isn't about how I looked back then; it was more about what I did... I would find myself in the most awkward situation ever and one especially I remember, for reason you'll find out shortly enough. Her name was Eliza, a young equine in a class below mine, but in fact she was one year older, she had a late start in school and flunked out one year otherwise she'd be in my class. We had only met briefly before a party.

Eliza was one of the most dashing girls in school with her ample bosom, even for an equine. Her fur was a very dark black, there are different shades of black before it passes to gray but she was definitely black. Her hair, however, was red and she tried to keep it long, usually around her shoulder-blades and her eyes stared at you like two green jewels... as if she looked into your very soul... she still has that effect on me some times.

As I was saying before I got lost in my ranting, we met at this party, Jonathan Lowzeys' birthday-party if I'm not completely wrong. I usually hated parties, I rarely went but Jon was a very dear friend of mine and he had personally begged me to come, knowing I hated it. I planted my ass early on in a sofa in a dark corner, like I normally did in these circumstances. Every so often someone came up to me, desperately tried to come up with a topic for discussion and then left just as fast.

But already when Eliza entered the room I knew it'd be different. Her eyes only briefly scanned the room but for some reason they got stuck on me. I met her gaze and as one of the few in the room, I didn't try to turn my head from it. She later told me this was the exact reason why she chose me. The crowd seemed to split open for her as she started to walk towards "my" corner, with a determined motion she sat down in "my" couch.

I turned my head slowly to look at her, she succeeding where all others had failed... actually getting my attention and interest.

• So, often come here, pony-girl?

She simply shrugged a bit and looked at me, licking her lips quickly.

• No, not really... Jonathan is a friend of my friend, came here as his date.

I nodded slightly and already that early I categorized her as a slut. I turned my head back to the crowd, seeing some jump around, the geeks in one corner trying to look cool, the girls sucking up the best football-players and of course the host was continuously trying to supply everyone with drinks, snacks and a good mood.

I felt her hand on my shoulder, quickly turning my head to face meet her eyes and I quickly relaxed.

• Um, I know this is out of the blue but... mind going somewhere else?

I nodded, quite happy for the suggestion as I was starting to feel cramped up in there. She took my hand and stood up, whether I wanted it or not, pulled me up with her.

• Know any good places?

With a nod I replied, trying hard to overcome the music.

• Yes, there's a place, pretty quiet, down the road from here!

She stopped and turned around, for a short while I was amazed at how I thought her eyes were sparkling. Nodding slightly she stepped up to me.

• No need to shout, dear, I hear you just fine.

Anyone else probably wouldn't have heard me, even... she even told me to quiet down a bit, I should've known something was wrong already there.

The cold air was like a wall, if you walk too fast it'd hurt you but walk too slow and you fear it'd go away. I chose the first option, the cold wall of air slamming against me merciless. I took a deep breath, inhaling the sweet that seemed to set me free.

• Ever felt the moonlight dance across your fur, sweetie?

Her arms wrapped themselves around me from behind and I felt a soft, wet kiss on my neck. Why didn't I stop it then, why didn't I ask her to back away?

Why? Because I liked it, that's why. She knitted her hands together on my stomach, pulling me back slightly into her warm embrace.

• No, I haven't it's just light to me, like all other lights.

Her tongue was wide and soft, I felt it as it drew in my neck-fur and I shivered with pleasure.

• It's not like ordinary light... it's like life, it's there whether you want it or not.

I nodded slightly, trying desperately to keep my breath in control, placing my own furry hands on hers. Her voice was like sweet, dripping honey in my ears, she was playing my every single string as she spoke.

• Ever been pleased by a woman... or pleased one?

I shook my head and squeezed her hands gently. It was somehow like a dream come true... but not until now was I ever really sure whether it was a nightmare or a wet dream.

I heard how she groaned slightly but as I tried to turn she tightened her grip, whispering in my ear.

• No, not yet... not here... wait, my dear, we'll be alone soon enough.

All I could do was groan in reply as her tongue made its' way through my neck-fur once again. I felt my feet loose the ground beneath them, but I never really cared to have my feet safely on the ground. I heard the deep flapping sound of wings beneath me and I felt the sensation of flying roar through my body. I dangled with my legs below me, kicking slightly with them in a foul attempt to seem hard to catch.

It didn't work; all I received was another rough draw with her tongue and as I opened my eyes I greeted by a huge moon, shining its' humble light upon me.

• The moon, my dear, greets everyone who wishes to enter.

It was almost as if she knew I had opened my eyes, I hadn't made a squeak or motion except for those caused by the wind... yet she knew. I gently rubbed with my thumb over the back of her hand, purring softly in her grip

Fast ground gently greeted my feet but I hesitated about leaving her grasp. With a soft chuckle in my ear, however, she released my body, allowing me to stand on my own.

• I'm Eliza, by the way, and you're Hale.

I nodded and smiled, tilting my head slightly to the side. No need to hide it, she obviously knew. I felt her hands massage my shoulders gently, sending a shiver of pleasure down my spine.

I gracefully turned around and as I saw her full form I happily wrapped my arm around her very neck, pressed my lips to hers to allow her my body to the fullest. I felt her strong hands gently brace themselves at my sides, pulling me a bit closer. Her tongue, as soft and big as ever felt before, touched my lips and slowly parted them, invading my mouth. My tongue happily welcomed hers, sliding along it and sucking it deeper within my mouth.

The big, dark wings she now wore on her back draped around us like two big curtains, all light was shut off from eyes but I no longer needed my eyes. Just as she did, I knew the anatomy of a female body... I was one myself. The back of my head registered it, but I never really knew... something deep within me told me I had moved since the wings closed around me, but I didn't know than until her wings unfolded around me.

We were now in a big room; it was comfortably lit with a green, flickering light. I broke off from her grip and started to turn, following the wall with my eyes. It never stopped, the room was circular and pillars followed the wall all around the room... I saw no doorway, the only way out was through the roof were a skylight was open. On every other pillar was a green torch, burning steadily and casting its' gently glow across the room.

In the center stood a big bed, king-size plus; it'd probably room more than four furres at once easily. I slowly dragged my hand across the covers and easily identified the material: silk. It seemed as if the bed was heated already, if it was from previous inhabitants or it was automatically heated, I had no idea and still don't.

Her furry hands gently gripped my side and pulled me backwards where I found her warm body again.

• I know you're a virgin, you stink of it... I want it so badly.

I whimpered and nodded, grinding myself back against her body, her breasts rubbing against my shoulders and neck. Her hands moved down to the hem of my top, her fingers digging in between the soft cloth and my bare fur, with a swift motion she ripped the top to shreds, letting the strands and rips of cloth fall to the ground.

I felt so naked, so vulnerable... so naughty. Her hands roughly cupped my breast, squeezing them in a gently manner and pressing them together. I pressed my head backwards, into her cleavage, and it felt like two huge blobs of warm meat enveloped the back of my skull. I yelped in surprise as she bent her head down, brushing her cheek against mine before biting my shoulder. Not hard enough but it felt, like a bee-sting.

One of her hand swiftly made its' way to my skirt. She ran her fingertips along the top of my skirt, from the front to the side where she dug her fingers in between, gripped and started to pull it slowly down my legs, together with my panties.

• Step out of them, sweetie.

I nodded slightly, completely wrapped up in all of the waves of complete passion that struck my body time after time. But I obeyed, stepping out of both skirt and panties, now standing completely naked in an unnatural horse's bedroom.

If I now think back on it, I'm glad I went with her... really glad. But every now and then I stop and think... what my life would've become if I hadn't allowed her to own my body that night... if she hadn't been allowed to use my body to her fullest wishes... like a master and slave. Eliza and I followed each other through many lost years after that, I even carried her child and we haven't ever parted.

With a rough force I wasn't surprised her to own anymore, she gripped the inside of my thighs and forced them apart. With a low hiss she inhaled the scent that emerged from my folds, licking my shoulder and neck with an aroused groan.

• You want me just as much as I want you... don't you?

The time of talk was long gone for me; all I could do was reply with simple motions available to furres since we lived in caves. A nod was sufficient to acknowledge her question.

She nodded mostly to herself and then gripped my sides, without as much as a strain she picked me up and threw me into the bed. The bed itself greeted me gently, allowing a soft landing in the center of the bed. I turned over on my back, only to see the now wingless, naked equine close in on the bed, her eyes fixed on my parted thighs and what was now revealed. In her hand she was gripping a long, black object and I already then had a pretty good idea what it was.

The bed didn't as much as whine when the big equine rested her knees on the edge of it, only giving away slightly. She then knelt down on all four and slowly started to crawl over to my naked form, her tongue dancing across her front-teeth like a snake's. She lowered her head as she came closer to my unbroken mound, sniffing the heavy, aroused scent and as the scent filled her nostrils, she closed her eyes and groaned heavily.

I fell back, resting my head on the bed in preparation of what was to come. And it felt like hundreds and thousands of little bolts of electricity shot through my body at once. Her tongue drew heavily on my mound, splitting it apart briefly before the tongue vanished again, leaving my cunt to rest. A soft moan escaped as the tongue returned, very slowly easing its' way up my mound and briefly striking my clit.

My eyes were since long closed, the pure pleasure that roamed my body had forced me since there was no longer any need for them. Her tongue drew time after time along my mound, lapping up whatever juice of arousal I had given off due to her gentle yet so extremely sexual treatment. The licks grew faster and shorter, being concentrated to mostly last around my clit where the shocks increased with every touch.

She pressed her muzzle close to my mound and darted her tongue against my opening. I squealed in pain as my virginity was broken, in a way I never thought I'd be in. She hungrily licked at the blood that trickled from my opening and as her tongue took up where it left off, the pain was replaced by stronger sensations of pleasure.

Suddenly she sat up straight, grabbing something from behind and fiddling with it. I forced my eyes open and elevated my head to see what she was up to. As I finally saw what she was doing, she clicked the last button in place and the strap-on was in place, point right towards me.

• This is your species' size... when I'm done with you, you'll want nothing more than my species size.

I gasped out in what could be described as horror, the thing in front of me seemed big then I shivered at the thought of her species.

Her face hovered above my own, with a curved back she managed to face me.

• This won't hurt as much as you might think, love.

I nodded and then I reached up with my hand, caressing her cheek gently. She smiled and leaned her head down, kissing my lips softly but it wasn't enough to divert my thoughts... when the dildo spread my mound I broke the kiss and screamed out lowly, turning my head towards the wall.

With a quick, single thrust she buried the strap-on within my body, only minutes earlier broken. I whimpered out loudly but she firmly gripped my head, turning it to face hers again.

• Don't break eye-contact, love.

I nodded and tried hard to keep my eyes locked on hers, watching her massive form ripple as she thrust the over-sized dog-dick into my young body. She grunted heavily, almost as if the dildo was a part of her own body and she was given pleasure like any male would.

I wasn't pleasured at the time, I was downright pained. Every thrust felt like razorblade cutting into my flesh. As I placed my hand on her arm I felt her body shiver, and with every grunt it felt like she increased the force, splitting me open faster constantly.

• Please, wait!

My voice went unheard, her eyes were locked on mine but they showed no sign of acknowledging my plea.

But, as the thrusts went by and the minutes passed like hours, even I couldn't deny the intense pleasure that was now given to me by this fake spear of flesh. Every thrust sent a wave of pleasure against my temple; rocking my world and making me squirt juice of arousal around this member of hers. She had fallen on my form, her body heavily rubbing against mine as she thrust, every time it made her grunt louder and harder.

I never groaned, I simply moaned into her ear, gripping in her hair to brace myself and warn her not to go too faster or I'd pull harder. Now I know that was pointless but it gave me a bit of security I never really had. Now the minutes seemed to pass as seconds, my body tensed up only to release between thrusts, as she had almost half of her member outside my mound.

But each time she thrust it back in, hiding it within my body. I had had an orgasm before, I quite happily double-clicked my mouse... but nothing could compare to this and as I closed my eyes, it all seemed to come at once... I felt the tip of her member erupt inside of me, her neigh was muffled by the bed as she actually bit down in it but my gurgle of joy went all but unheard. I arched my back against her body, wrapping my legs around her hips as far as I could reach but I never got around her.

As both our orgasms subsided, we merely basked in the after-glow, our sweat glistening green in the faint light as we laid and watched each other. Every time she made an effort to pull out I stopped her with a hand on the back of her head.

• Don't, please... I want to feel you inside of me a while longer.

She only nodded in reply and relaxed down on top of me, nuzzling my neck gently. And there we laid; the skylight showing off nothing but endless space, the night never ended here.

Eliza and I are now mated. Sorry boys, I'm all hers. I'm only telling you this as a bit of a preacher. Whenever that perfect moment comes along... seize it; don't let it slip 'cause you might end up regretting it the rest of your life. I often stop to ponder how my life would look today if I hadn't accepted her invitation... I might not have a son, I might be dead, I might be married to the richest guy alive or be complete hooked on drugs... but I'm not... so it's really no use in thinking back, just embrace the life you got...

((Before you even think it, don't ask for a sequel 'cause it ain't gonna happen.))