Spirit Guide Chapter 2
#2 of Spirit Guide
Hello to all my loyal avid wonderful moderately interesting Oh screw it. Or screw you. I would be happy doing either ;P What? Oh, right.
Author's Note: Hi, everybody! Um, yeah...this really isn't my story - it's Paul and Angie's. I'm just the mouthpiece. I write for them. Just direct your questions at them.
Now for the obligatory
WARNING: Blah blah blah...sexual content... blah blah blah...18 (21)...blah blah blah...exciting and yiffy...blah blah spooge...blah blah blah...really REALLY STICKY! So let that be a lesson to you, and above all, Enjoy!
Hi, I'm Angie Cavalan. You know me. I know you know me. More accurately, you could say you know of me. I can't really say that I know myself anymore. But, as Paul would say, I'm getting ahead of myself. Let's rewind a bit. Paul told you about me, but he didn't really tell you about himself. He downplays himself, making it seem as if I'm the more important one - smarter, more beautiful, more successful - but the truth is, while I may be a genius, he is smarter. He calls himself slender, I call him svelte. But most of all, he omitted his most... pleasant... feature. He has a dick that could choke a horse...well actually, that's sort of an ironic choice of words, because... no, wait. I need to stick to the story.
Well, I guess I pick up where he left off. He's so dramatic, with his "world dissolving into blackness" spiel. More of our spiel actually. You know the "telepathy" thing? Well, it really is powerful. We only act like two different people through years of hard practice. He put it perfectly - we sort of are one another. When we were kids, it would freak people out how we automatically knew everything the other had learned or done, how we spoke in unison or finishing each other's sentences in perfect time, how we would always speak as "we". Man, I really have to try harder to actually tell you the story. I don't mean to torture you, it's just really fun - I mean - I have trouble with going off on tangents. Apparently genii (singular genius - Yes, I know I'm being condescending. I'm smarter than you are. Deal with it) do that a lot. Let's try this again.
Well, I guess I pick up where he left off. I woke up first in the morning, which is unusual because we are usually pretty synched up. I noticed a lot of differences in the world around me. First of all, I had night vision, or something like that, because even though there was almost no light coming in through the blinds, I could see almost as well as day. The second thing I noticed was smell. I could smell everything perfectly. The dust in the air, the musty old-book-smell coming from the bookcase, the faint scent of our sex last night, slowly being replaced with air from outside, horse sweat. Wait a minute, horse sweat? I lashed my tail...and noticed that I had a tail. Alright, I have a tail. No need to panic. I just need to approach this calmly. Look in the mirror. So I did. And I saw a cat. Or more accurately, a catwoman. I would have continued my observations, but a voice interrupted me.
Most interesting! I don't think we've ever had a Crossover this large. Also, why are you not panicking? All of the other humans are. Well, those that have woken up, anyhow.
I almost panicked. Almost. But the thing about us (me and Paul; you should know that by now) is that we are exceptionally good at keeping control of ourselves. We prize rational thinking and cool logic over everything. So, anyway, in my state of non-panic, I replied. Of course, I might have been controlling myself a little too rigidly...
"Who or what are you?"
"Why are you here?"
"Do you have anything to do with my being a cat? And"
"I am not panicking because this is either a dream, or it is reality, in which case panicking will solve nothing.
Of course at this point, my brother woke up. And panicked. Then we melded. Oh! I smell a tangent! Although this one is strictly necessary. Melding is the reason Paul and I try so hard to keep control of ourselves. If one of us experiences a particular emotional high, we both lose our concentration. This is where melding comes in. When either of us lowers their mental barriers, the other inevitably does as well. This means that our consciousnesses, which we so rigorously keep apart, flow together. We begin to speak in unison, or finish each others sentences (we do that anyway, but it becomes so perfect when we meld that it scares people). We sort of share each other's bodies, as well. That was how we learned never to try pot. E-V-E-R. That was a fun tangent. Now, back to the story.
After we melded, we immediately calmed down and engaged in conversation with ourself.
"We have melded."
"Indeed."
"This is inconvenient."
"Yes, but it is - "
"remediable. Yes."
"We recommend that we remain melded. The stress - "
"on our system if we do not may cause further melding. Our logic is - "
"flawless. We will remain melded."
See? I told you it freaked people out. It even freaked them out. But I'm getting to that. After our conversation with ourself, the voice resumed.
_Ah. Most fascinating. I have not seen melding this perfect since the First Crossover. Of course, it still freaks me right the fuck out. So in answer to your questions, the logic of which is perfect, by the way,
1.I am a Spirit Guide.
2.We have always been here. You know us as "conscience" or "soul". Contrary to the beliefs of your religions (all of which are false, by the way), there is not one of us for every human. You humans multiply too quickly, and as a result there is currently around one spirit guide for every three to four humans. Every so often, for no discernible reason, our race engages in Crossover, the results of which you are currently experiencing. This leads me to
3.As a result of Crossover, our power over your race has increased, and as a result, an uncontrollable one, you have acquired aspects of an animal. This animal seems to be random, but in all our Crossovers, we have noticed that the forms taken by humans during said Crossovers are in keeping either with certain physical and/or mental aspects of the individual._
"This satisfies our curiosity and - "
"allays our fear. We perceive no danger to our - "
"well-being. We will now divide our consciousness."
Now, you're going to have to indulge me for another minute. I have to explain what it feels like to separate one consciousness into two. It is slow. It is painstakingly slow. It is also the main reason why we do not want to meld, because the feeling of being one being is so wonderful that is difficult to tear ourself apart. I say ourself because - oh even you should be smart enough to have picked it up by now. That was how we learned never to try pot. E-V-E-R. Oh. I've gone over that. Right. So anyhow, after we separated, the conversation continued something like this.
Creation, but you scare me. If you two...erm...are you TWO, strictly speaking? Anyhow, your parental unit seems to be awake, and since everything seems to be in order here, I must go and attend to her. Good day to you.
I know it's annoying, but I feel I have to interrupt myself to explain every now and then. So - we live with our Mom. Our Dad buggered off a long time ago, because Mom being pregnant didn't appeal to him. So yeah. That's all. I'll get back to the story now.
"Well then, good morning Angie. Or more accurately, Hello Kitty."
"Oh shut up, Paul. Yes, I'm a cat. I now come with night vision, super smell, and probably other cat related things, too. What have you got?"
"Directly to the point. I like. Alright, I'm a horse. From a quick exam, I can say that I've got great eyesight, around 50% more visual range - oh man this is so cool. I can look backwards! Oh, right... great sense of smell, and... ah! You're going to like this one - 5 extra inches of cock. Oh and by the way, you've grown a couple of inches in height. That's about - whoa!"
Of course I never really got that last bit. All I heard was 5 extra inches of cock. That was when I realised that felinity came with estrus. So I jumped him. Now, considering this part of recorded history involves sex, and will probably be distributed worldwide for just that reason, I might as well just put this in the third person for all of you perverts out there. For those of you who are actually interested in what was actually happening at the time, just skip this bit.
The words echoed through her head like a gong: "5 extra inches of cock...of cock...cock..cock..." That was when she realized that being a cat came with being in heat. Five inches extra. That would put him at sixteen inches. Sixteen inches of uncut horse cock. Her mouth watered. She pounced him. Seconds later, they were on a bed, naked, and his cock was hovering over her dripping pussy. He thrust into her all at once, and she entered a state of bliss. Somehow, he hilted himself balls deep inside of her. Somehow, she had sixteen glorious inches of his horsehood buried in her. She didn't care how. All she could do was moan. He withdrew, leaving her horribly empty, and then trust again into her depths. He thrust again and again, pounding her roughly, ruthlessly, striving for release. He drove her to heights she had never imagined, but she could not get over the edge. His thrusts speeded up, she could feel his release nearing. She never wanted this to end. Suddenly, his cock pulsed inside her. Torrents of his thick, white horsecum plastered her insides. The feeling of it finally, mercifully triggered her orgasm. She screamed as she rode the waves of ecstasy, as her juices gushed out of her in surges and her wall milked him for all he was worth. When she finally came down, her stallion was sweating...like a stallion on top of her. They panted in their embrace until...
"Paul and Angela Cavalan! You should be ashamed of yourselves!"
Busted.
"Hi, Mom," we chorused.