A taste of Paradise
A taste of Paradise.
So this story was requested from my good friend, who we will call Twisted kitten. She made a great idea, and I will happily make it happen. So enjoy a story that for once was not my idea! She wanted more romance than actual sex, so in all seriousness the sex scene is compareably shorter than some of my other stories. Note* this is a one hit story. It will not be a series. *Note2 I have never written a story about horses before, except for "The beach house," which was not my best work. Enjoy and comment!
~An adventuress man~
Jake opened his eyes as the seat in which he sat shook, signaling the end of his long trip. His bones ached from sitting for so long, but it would be well worth it when he got out of the cramped space. He stretched his arms as he grabbed his bag from the compartment above his seat, and shook it to make sure his gear hadn't broken in the turbulence over the Atlantic. He had traveled to long for his adventure to be cut short. "Flight 315, now unloading in Honolulu international, the temperature is a quaint 95 degrees." Came the pilot over the speaker. Jake smiled, it was perfect for him to hit his bungalow and hit some waves before meeting his brother for an honorary equinox hula. He slung his bag over his shoulder and breathed deep, the smells of the ocean and flora sweeping over him. This is what he lived for. He loved the heat, the spray of the waves as his board struck down, the scent of a roast on a spit over charcoal, and most of all... He loved the girls. Jake was by no means a racist against species, but he immediately noticed the growth of Bestial tourists and natives. He waved at the kind parrot musician that sat next to him, noting that he had a bongo slung under his arm. "Ever been to the island bro?" he asked as he winked at some of the women from the flight. "Once before, my brother owns a bungalow resort here and let me keep one as a summer home. " Jake said through a grin. "Go to the hula tonight, it's the best on the islands!" The parrot stated with a pat on Jakes back. "So I hear, I'll be there." He said as that locked arms briefly. Jake walked though the airport and brushed his hair out of his face, smiling at all of the girls that whispered as they passed. There would be time to chase tail later. He stopped as he exited the large building and took his sunglasses off, closing his eyes as he breathed deeply. "Home away from home."
~A young Mare~
Miranda struggled to get out of bed as the birds sang their morning arias. Her head ached from the practice the night previous. Papa Loa had worked them tirelessly for tonight's hula. The dancers had all struggled with their parts, and Miranda was nothing less than an exception. Despite being born to a father that was a macaw, and a mother that was a mare, she took from both something that made her extremely unique. She stood and admired herself in the mirror, her eyes softening as she quietly thanked the powers above for her body. Her soft black fur did not attract heat as it normally would, and drew the eye to her strange hue of hair. The deep purple hair had streaks of white thanks to her mother, and had been tied back in a knot to prevent it from getting in her eyes during the dance. She smiled as her lavender eyes sparkled, another thankful trait of her father. "And if only you two were a tad bit bigger." she muttered at her breasts, which did not even pull at the fabric of her extra small t-shirt. "Nineteen years old and you two haven't even broke through a b cup yet." she muttered in disappointment. She had noticed her mother's full development when she was a child, and often wondered if her petite figure was thanks to inter-species breeding. Regardless, she was thankful for her body, as it drew many customers to the luau. She quickly took a shower and brushed her hair, grabbing a few red ohia's from the tree that grew next to her house. "Good morning Miranda!" called her neighbor, one of the few humans to live in the area. "Good morning Mrs. Taggart!" she smiled, walking towards the elderly woman as she picked fruits from her tree. "When are you going to bring home a nice boy Miranda? You are such a sweet thing to live alone." she whispered, pinching the young mares cheeks. "Maybe I'll find one today Mrs. Taggart. How is Leo doing today?" "Oh he's fine, hasn't moved from his seat since the games have started on the mainland." Miranda smiled and hugged her, walking away as Mrs. Taggart rubbed her chin. "I hope she finds a nice man, one that isn't too rough, not like these natives and their surfing."
~First sight~
Jake smiled at his new friend, the parrot he met on the plane. He had found out his name was Oka, a native to Hawaii that traveled the world with his bongos playing at clubs. "Yo Jake! Have a beer on me man!" Oka stated as he tossed a beer to Jake. Jake cracked open the bottle and drank deeply, savoring the deep flavor of the island beer, hoping to catch a glimpse of the dancers as they walked around them towards the stage. "Just wait, when these girls hula, everyone in the club get drunk!" Oka yelled, raising his bottle overhead as a crowd of men cheered him. Something caught Jakes eye, and he quickly turned to the side to see a young mare rush past him, not even glancing at him as she caught up to the other dancers. The sway of her hips caught Jakes attention, and he smiled at her while admiring her figure. "You like bro? That's Miranda, her mother used to tell her she would never dance with those hooves, but just wait till the show." Jake nodded his head, he had noticed she was wearing much more than the other dancers, like the flowers that clung to her hair. "Is she the lead dancer?" He asked, setting his beer down as he leaned against the table. "Good eyes man, she leads the other dancers during the volcano ritual. I wish I coulda been with her, but I have known her since she was a little girl, I'm older than her father!" he laughed. "I can never tell how old you Bestial's are. Its always a surprise when I know." The parrot raised an eyebrow and clicked his beak. "And her? You interested in one of our kind human?" Jake remained silent for a while and nodded his head. "She certainly is beautiful." Oka laughed and slapped Jake on the back. The two stopped and stared at the sage in the distant, hearing the heavy bass of the tribal drums in the distance. "shows starting Jake. We better take a seat and enjoy the show." "What's this Jake? You found a new brother!?" came a bass enriched voice behind the two. Jake turned around and smiled at a large Samoan man, his bronze skin and black hair glistening in the torchlight. His body was bare aside from a sarong wrapped around his wide waists. His wide grin became wider as Jake let out a laugh of joy and embraced his brother. "Loa! How the hell have you been?" Loa chuckled and patted his younger brother on the head. "Working these poor dancers to death. Had to hire Oka here to help me keep a rhythm for them. Gotta go and start the show, so keep an eye on things little brother." Jake nodded his head, sitting in front of the stage as Loa and Oka sat next to each other, Oka on the bongo and Loa on the ukulele. As soon as the music started, the dancers came rushing out, flinging their bodies out like flowers gliding in the wind. So fluid were their movements that Jake only assumed they were like water. The music sped up, and more dancers took to the stage, each wearing a different flower native to the many islands that made up Hawaii. Finally the music stopped, and the torches around the stage dimmed as the soft clatter of hooves echoed out into the crowd. Jake leaned forward in his seat as a tall Jack Russell male in a suit walked to the stage with a mike in hand. "It was once believed that in order to tame the many volcanoes in the area, a tribe must send the most beautiful dancer to the top of the angry god and dance for it, if the dancer possessed enough skill, the eruption would wait another hundred years. Tonight marks the anniversary of this momentous event, and we have our best dancer ready to tame the angry god." He whispered as Loa took to the ukulele with a soft melody, followed by the rapid drumming of the bongo. Jake saw the shadow of the mare he saw earlier dance across the stage, taking the lightest of steps as she moved back and forth, slowly making her way to the front of the stage. She suddenly appeared in the light, and Jake couldn't help but be in awe of her beauty. He drank in the lovely flowers that clung to her hair, the grass skirt that held to her wide hips, and the coconut bikini that hugged her petite breasts perfectly. "Am I attracted to her?" he asked quietly, knowing full well the answer. She suddenly arched her back, her hips swaying back forth in a hypnotic motion, her eyes closed in concentration. And then she sang. He had no idea what language she sang in, but immediately felt a sense of longing, a sense of wonder. His eyes wandered with her body as she did, hoping to make eye contact. Suddenly she stopped, her hands making waves in front of her, before she collapsed on her knees and bowed to the crowd. He was the first to stand, his hand clapping so hard he feared they may bleed, but if that's what it took for him to look into her eyes, so be it. His eagerness was rewarded, and her eyes opened to fall on him, a sense of wonder present in her lovely lavender eyes. As suddenly as they had danced, they were urged off stage. His moment was over, and with his head hung low, he walked onto the beach towards home.
~To look into your eyes~
Miranda sighed with contentment, the performance had gone flawlessly, and papa Loa seemed pleased. He pulled her to the side and congratulated her, urging her to go back to his condo for dinner and introduce her to his brother, who was visiting from the states. She declined, saying she had to get home and feed her pets. Loa nodded to her, again thanking her for a perfect performance. She placed on a blue skirt and white polo, discarding a bra for comfort purposes. Her eyes fell onto the beach as a strong urge to walk took over her. "Well it is an awfully wonderful sunset." she whispered, her hand grabbing her purse as she began her walk home. She took a breath, inhaling the scent of the island, wondering what her father and mother would say if they could see her now. She continued her stroll, occasionally bending over to pick up a shell, smiling at the creativity of the universe. "Look out!" came a cry behind her as the growling of a dog echoed. She turned around and cried out as a hulking retriever charged towards her, its fangs bared and coated in saliva. She raised her arm up to defend herself before seeing a man tackle the beast to the ground, sand flying as the two wrestled in the sand. She heard the man cry out as the dog bit his arm, blood dripping onto the sandy shore as he stood an d tossed the dog into the waves, his eyes filled with anger and pain. She stood amazed, her stare following the mans chiseled features, his rugged face and mid length brown hair. For a moment she was speechless, admiring the mans selflessness and bravery. "Are you alright?" He finally asked, turning to see her. Her mouth hung open and she found it hard to speak, and drew a quick breath as his hand reached for hers to inspect her arm. "It looks like you didn't get hurt, that's a relief." the man said, looking into her eyes as a smile stretched across his lips. "your that dancer from the luau. I thought you looked familiar." She finally found the ability to speak, and looked down as a blush set into her cheeks. "Yes... Thank you for saving me." "Well I could never let a pretty thing like you get hurt." "Well thank you again, my name is Miranda." "Jake." Jake smiled, what ever fortune smiled down at him was generous indeed. He may have taken a chomp to his arm, but that was well worth it. "Jake... That's a wonderful name." she said with a dreamy gaze. "Well I would hate to keep you, would you like me to accompany you home..." Jake began "Or would it be to forward to ask if you would like to get a drink?" She giggled, she had never been offered a drink before, she was not even old enough. "I am sorry, I am only nineteen." "Well I'm sorry for mistaking you for being older. I'm twenty-three if it matters." Jake laughed. She looked him over again, feeling arousal as her mind wondered if those strong arms could hold her tightly. "I was actually going to head home, but perhaps... Perhaps you would like to walk with me?" she asked nervously. "I would like that." He smiled, she sure was cute for a mare. They walked down the beach, his hands in his pocket as she kept her eyes away from him, fearing he would catch her staring. After an awkward silence, she decided to speak. "That was very brave of you, fending off that dog." Jake laughed. "Well I would have done it for anyone. But you looked like you might be in a bit of trouble." "What brings you to Hawaii?" He rubbed the back of his head and grunted. "I really look like a tourist?" He asked. "Well you are quite handsome." She blurted out, blushing as he turned to her with a grin. "I am sorry, that's not what... I didn't mean to say that and is it hot out here?" "Well you are quite beautiful yourself." Jake said, looking at her as she walked. "Thank you." Hey walked a bit longer until Jake spotted a cave, knowing that it would lead to his bungalow, now was his chance." "I hear the caves here are quite a sight, would you indulge me by showing me in?" Miranda smiled and looked at the cave entrance. "Sure." She grabbed his arm and led him in, the holes in the roof providing moonlight to walk by. He saw a small grouping of crystals and bent forward to see them, noticing the soft purple glow that emanated from them. "What kind of crystals are these?" He asked. She bent forward and turned her head to the side, puzzled at them as well. "I don't know, but they are awful pretty." Jake found a small rock near him and brought it down on the crystal grouping, knocking off one the size of his pinky. "Here. It matches your eyes." He whispered with an open hand. She reached forward and gingerly picked up the crystal, admiring it as if it was a diamond. "Thank you Jake, that is very kind of you." She leaned forward, her hand against his chest as he smiled warmly down at her. His experience seemed to pour into her, and she found her shyness quickly fading away on the light of the moon. As she leaned in closer, her hoof slipped ion a rock and she fell forward, wrapping her hands around his neck as a cry of pain escaped her. Jake held her and set her down, his eyes drowned with concern. "Are you alright?" She winced, her hand grabbing at her left ankle. "I think its just a sprain, damn these hooves." Jake chuckled, his hand carefully grabbing her leg and raising it for him to see. "Its just a sprain, and a lovely hoof despite what you believe." She was blushing fiercely now. "I should head home then, probably to a doctor." "There's no need, all you need is some massage therapy on the leg, lucky for you I have studied massage therapy for years." She raised a skeptical eyebrow and laughed. "A gentleman and a masseuse? Next you'll tell me your house is right down this cave." She said with a laugh. "Well... It actually is. I was hoping you'd join me in a drink... non-alcoholic of course." She smiled, was this his plan all along? If it was, it was working wonders. "If you heal my leg, then I might just have a drink with you. But first we need to get there." He bent forward and looped a arm under her waist, picking her up and cradling her as he walked down the cave way. Miranda could hardly believe it, his chest felt amazingly warm as she nuzzled into it, unbelieving that a man such as this could possibly exist, let alone be human. He walked out of the cave with her in his arms, his eyes sparkling as he saw the warm glow of his bungalow close by. She saw the house and gasped, amazed at the seclusion of the building. "You live here?" she asked with wonder.
~A touch of passion~
Jake laid the young mare on the bed and went to the kitchen, grabbing a bowl of ice and a towel. He walked back and saw Miranda looking around, her eyes drinking in the art that hung from the walls. "Could you pull your skirt back a bit?" He asked, his hand going for the slight bruise at her ankle. She complied and folded it back, watching his hands as he kneaded the flesh. She leaned back and contained a moan, his hands expertly removing the pain. "I don't suppose you do massages for dancers do you?" she asked, feeling the tension mount in her back. "I do... But I would need you to remove your shirt and lay on your stomach." Jake dryly replied, his heartbeat racing and his member hardening. "That's alright, could you turn around?" Jake turned around, resisting the temptation to turn around. Miranda shyly took off her shirt, wondering if he felt as aroused by her as she did for him. She laid on the soft bed and closed her eyes, trying to shake the images of her fantasies as they entered her mind. "My god you are tense." He said as his hands traced against the muscular knots in her back. He finally set to work kneading her back, his fingers grazing across her soft coat. she breathed deeply, she fought the urge to moan, so great was Jakes work. He went lower and placed his hands on her hips, rubbing back and forth while working the tension in her spinal areas. "You are a god with your hands..." Miranda whispered, her heat growing inside her. "it's a pleasure to work with one so pretty." Jake whispered. "Do you truly find me appealing? I am a Bestial, you are human." Jake pushed in a bit rougher and watched her breathing become heavy. "Does it matter? Can a man marry a black woman, can a Sergal mate with a wolf? Is there truly a difference? We are all creatures born to live. How we live is our choice. And I prefer the company of Bestial's." She leaned up and turned on her side, looking at him with speculative eyes that gradually became ones of passion. "What a strange man you are... And yet I seem to be swayed by your words." Jake too k a breath and contained his lust. His eyes traced the contours of her small breasts, the supple muscles that made up her stomach, and the eyes that begged him to give her release. "How many women have you slept with?" Miranda suddenly asked. The question caught Jake off guard, and he fought to give her a straight answer. "Three." Miranda lowered her gaze. Would she be able to pleasure him with her lack of experience? "But never with a Bestial." He added quickly. She smiled and leaned forward, her hands reaching for his as his lips grew closer. "Would you like me to be your first?" She asked in a sultry tone. "I would indeed." Their lips met, and an ember formed between them. His tongue met hers, both grabbing hold of the others hand. They broke away, both eyeing the other as hands itched to work across the others body. "Perhaps you should remove your shirt." Miranda gasped, trying to regain her composure. "Good idea." Jake unbuttoned his shirt, watching Miranda as she stood and unbuttoned some with him, both looking at the other as the fabric dropped away. Her eyes widened as she saw the scars that lined his torso, and her hand went to the longest one, located under his collarbone that went to his abdomen. "Skiing accident, fell down a ravine and broke my ribs." He gasped, her hand creating trails of fire. "Are you trying to seduce me Miranda?" Jake asked. She stepped back and pulled her skirt down to her knees, her body eagerly awaiting his own. "What would give you that idea?" she teased. Jake set out to remove his pants, cringing as Miranda laid on the bed with her legs spread, one hand cupping her breast while the other lingered with a finger in her mouth. He finally became free and crawled onto the bed, his erect member poised before her. he kissed her, finally getting his tongue inside her mouth before she could get in his. He massaged the tip of her tongue and licked the roof of her mouth. This sent her body into a writhing spasm, and he detected the scent of her arousal. he broke the kiss and nibbled at her ear, moving back to her lips for a peck and then proceeding down to her neck. he suckled at both nipples and made his way down her stomach, barely reaching the moist fabric of her panties as she found the will to speak. "Jake... Please be gentle. I have never mated before this." He nodded in response and pulled her panties off, smiling at the thin black slit of her sex. She moaned quietly, her face contorted with pleasure and anticipation. He lowered so slowly he thought to just drag her and ravage her on the floor, but that was not his plan. She finally let him enter her, and as soon as the first gasp of pleasure escaped her lips, he made his move. his cock entered her and slowly created a routine of short bursts, not reaching that part that would commit them both. She wrapped her arms around him and moaned, her legs almost raising off the bed in anticipation. "Are you ready?" Jake asked, already knowing of her answer. She smiled and nodded, whimpering as he pushed forward, breaking the barrier that blocked true pleasure. She cried out louder, pushing against him so his member penetrated deeper, his hilt stopping as far as he could go. She had never felt such a rush of pleasure in her life, the gentle man above her seemed to know what was too much for her, and respected that. "I am glad to have such an experienced man with me tonight." Jake laughed and reached up to caress her face, loving the way her lavender eyes pierced his soul while they remained connected. "I'm glad to have met the most beautiful woman I have ever met." She cried out, her canal tightening around as her arms squeezed even tighter. For a little mare, Jake noted she had quite a bit of strength. He continued to push into her, her pain slowly fading into bliss, both reaching the point of no return. "Jake, faster, I want you to go faster." She grunted Jake was slightly amused, here was this shy little dancer turned nympho. He obliged, quickening his thrusts became harder and quicker, each union becoming a peak of exhilarating pleasure. Her head came forward as she met him for the most passionate of kisses, her tongue darting forward as the two moaned into the kiss. Both bodies became rigid as he released his seed deep inside of her, his hips becoming coated in her climax. She split away from the kiss and smiled, her eyes closed and her mind swimming. "You know..." She gasped, his smile brightening her will. "Its not every day a man fights off a dog, gets a gift, and treats a girl to a massage before sunrise here." Jake laughed loudly, laying next to her and wrapping his arms around her for warmth. Her soft fur pressed against him as they spooned, and a sudden new feeling swelled in his chest. "I have wandered this earth seeking adventure and adrenaline rushes for years." He began, looking at her glow in the candlelight. "But no I want to ask... would it be okay if I stayed? Perhaps we could continue this and fin a more... normal start to a relationship." That wasn't how he wanted it to come out at all, but nonetheless she let out a excited squeal and rolled on top of him, kissing him fiercely. "I would like that very much." She exclaimed. The two fell asleep in each others arms, and Miranda reminded herself to tell old Mrs. Taggart the good news in the morning.