“Mind in the Clouds”
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Mind in the Clouds"
By Mr. Mad and AdobeFats
Series 2011
Andrew was all about something, he seemed obsessed with some mental aberration, it was becoming both a problem and an embarrassment to his parents. He would mumble words, the same phrase, repeating it over and over, he looking with eyes as if searching around him, fearful of what he might see and or find. His whole outlook of living his life was quite drastic with fears. Fears that woke him screaming most any night, fears that when at school he would jump up from his desk and run out the classroom, yelling, "Can't you see them , cannot anyone see them!"
Andrew and his terrors became a thing to laugh about to his classmates, but the teacher and the school Principal thought it an imposition. Many times the Principal phoned the mother of Andrew, he demanding she take the crazed child home and get him some professional help.
Two upset parents took the Principal at his word and sought out a doctor who dealt directly with people having disturbing aberrations, ghosts, and visions of the future.
Andrew went to the doctor and found him to be friendly and understanding of what Andrew saw in his dreams and at various times when awake.
The appointments seemed to quell the horrid fear Andrew had about seeing his strange vision of a ghostly gray horse, a mare, as when she came in his vision of her, she stood there before him and just stared at him.
Andrew reported this new change of his visions to the annalist, and while there in the professional office he suddenly saw the gray mare walk out of a plastered, windowless wall, and stand between Andrew and the man. Andrew pointed at where he said had come there, the mare of his visions. This was a first, and the man began question Andrew, the youngster of twelve years in age answering, but doing so as if in a rush to say of what he only could see.
The gray mare seemed to be listening more toward the man while she stood with her eyes staring like usual at Andrew. She sidestepped with her hind legs moving as if to come nearer the man seated at his desk. Andrew saw her doing what she was and wondered what she was doing it for, or did until she moved her full hindquarters to engulf the man in a ghostly fashion, he unaware as of what had surrounded him.
"Oh please do not hurt him, he is helping me, he is my friend, please oh please!" Andrew said, pleading to his vision, knowing she did not like the man for his meddling with what she had a want for of Andrew.
"Can't you see her, stand up, move quickly, I fear what she wants to do, she wants to harm you, please get up, move to the door!" Andrew said, more like he became frantic and started yelling at the man.
A professional to his last dying breath, the annalist sat there and continued writing notes as what Andrew said, and of his actions, acting frantic as worried.
The ghostly gray mare broke her staring at Andrew and turned her head as to look along her flanks and at the man seated and encompassed by her large equine rump.
Andrew stood there rigid and in a stance that to the learned man suggested the child might be slipping from reality into a seizure. He started to rise up from off his chair when with suddenness, his whole desk and two file drawer units setting beside it, slide across the carpeted floor as if one ice.
Stunned then too, the man looking at Andrew as if in his near comatose like state he was able to focus a kinetic field of power that made the desk move. As he stood up something there forced him to bend forward at the waist and kept him from fighting at his sensed captivity.
As Andrew stood there and was made to watch, he saw as did the annalist, the clothing of the man began to turn into white dust and sifted to the floor. Even as this was occurring, the mare lifted her silvery tail and spread wide her hind-legged stance. Wild eyes of a man scared from what he could see and feel as well of what he was unable to see but knew had to be there, he felt his head being latched onto and as if pulled.
Pulled, the man looked at Andrew as if he were helpless to stop the boy from doing something horrible to him. As with the being pulled, the man moved as if floating, his then naked body rose up and floating near horizontally, his head slipped inside the rump of the mare, he given the knowing he was entering into the vulva of a ghostly mare.
The mare stood and turned to again stare at Andrew, she keeping him from looking at a man knowingly being swallowed inside a mare, slipping down her birth canal to curl into a fetal position. He was in the wet dark of the ghostly mare womb. As he lay in a curled position the sensation there of a snake slithering about his legs, around an arm, he so scared tried to cry out, but a sudden flood of warm liquid nearly drowned him.
Terrified, what the man felt was through the stares of the mare transferred into the vivid visions of Andrew. Although he could not see the man as the man could not see anything there in the womb of the mare, he was sure there was a snake.
"I-ye," the dear man screeched, feeling the snake come and bite its fangs into his belly, the snake being the umbilical cord of the mare making its attachment to the man, to keep him alive.
In his mind the ghostly mare warned Andrew that he might never tell another person of what he had seen that afternoon. She reiterated with forceful words to Andrew that his having confided to the man too much of what he was allowed to see, his friend was to lose his being human to becoming as is an animal. She would let her body work on the man and in due time she would give birth to him a rebirthing. He would return to the world not as a man, but as a young equine, a pony colt, his human memories and learned knowledge still alive in his smaller brain, kept captive and driven on by instincts to do as live his life then as a pony.
This the doom of the man, the friend of Andrew was caused by Andrew, it was made necessary because of Andrew telling, confiding, trying to warn people of what only he could see.
As the ghostly mare began to fade again into her own realm, the man inside of her screamed as to Andrew to try and stop the beast from doing to him what he too had heard her say was to happen.
This was too much for a young mind to bear as a load of responsibility. He dashed from the room, ran past a disturbed nurse, she looking past the running boy to a room all disturbed, papers strewn, and desk moved a long way from where it had set.
She walked inside the then dimly lit office, only the meager light coming into the room from the drawn window shades. A look around the room and she was filled with concern of where her boss had gone, as there was but one door and entrance to the examination room.
The next person with an appointment having seen a look inside the room and saw Andrew dash out crying, he picked up his belongings and quickly walked out of the waiting room.
Andrew stood at the far end to the hall in that professional building. He was waiting for the elevator to come to that floor, the man who exited the office, saw Andrew, and stood by him as they waited.
Andrew then said, muttering softly, "No lady, run lady, hurry, can't you see them, RUN!"
The nurse saw nothing until it was for her too late. As the ghostly mare had swallowed the man vaginally, her lover from her dimension had come to the room office and he seeing another witness to the mayhem, he decided to have some fun.
Andrew with his mind was connected to what happened inside that darkened room. He knew what was the fate of the man who he felt was as good a friend as to confide with him what Andrew had seen so many times.
Hearing the other patient scurry out of the waiting room, the nurse turned to look but saw the door between the outside world and where she was to close, leaving her as scared of what was there in the dark.
Feelings of hot breaths being blown at the back of her neck, she screamed and turning to face the vile person, she stood looking eyes to eyes with a face of a horse.
The horse smiled and then bowing his head, as from his forehead spiraled forth a long white horn.
"A Unicorn?" the nurse said when she saw the horn appear as it did.
"Very good, now please do not be a prayer, accept what I give you now as a gesture of my appreciation for human kinds in general." The Unicorn said, he spoke with mouth moving and lips of an equine, but annunciated his working of the English quite well.
The nurse felt some force pushing down on her shoulders, she falling to her knees as though she thought the Unicorn wanted her to show submission to him. She did not fight the pressures, but knelt down and when with her head bowed, she felt something under her chin, urging it to rise up, and she to look.
What she did Andrew still standing in the hallway saw, the elevator seemingly never wanting to stop at that floor, went up and down, following its route.
Kneeling, the nurse watched as the great Unicorn stepped over her, and she from where she set was then nose to sheath with the stallion.
"Do exactly what I say and you shall live to see tomorrow and many more years to come!
Clear your mind of all thoughts, forget they who you love and concentrate all your mind at what you know is there inside my sheath.
She did as demanded, not that she really wanted to, or was thrilled at peering up inside the dark sheath of a stallion Unicorn.
Just then the elevator stopped and the doors opened, Andrew and the man with him stepping into the elevator, the doors closed, the car traveling down, the vision of the nurse ceased.
What the nurse was seeing did not then cease, as from out the sheath slithered the jellified flat head of the end glands to a maleness the nurse had never bothered to wonder or to see. The male organ continued to move out the sheath until it hung soft and drooping.
"Take hold of it with both hands! Yes that is what I want, now lift it, feel the heft of its bulk weight. Look at the end, see the pit hole, give it a lick, yes more, push your tongue up inside the hole and taste the flavors there.
Do you like it, the flavor, sniff of it, does the scent remind you of expensive perfume?
Squeeze it with your hands, finger it with those nimble fingers, stroke it, see how it responds to you loving of it.
It is stiffening, let it come to your mouth, the end is large but still not so big you could not mouth it, open wide, and accept it so it can accept you.
Yes, oh yes you have done well, now be calm, and feel glee as my maleness accepts you as an equal part to its own being." Said the Unicorn, and the young nurse listening, having done what she was told, felt then her face, head, neck, torso, and soon all of her seemed to vaporize and was sucked, drawn up as inside the huge male sex organ of the Unicorn.
"You can hear my words I know this, as you were not the first to have become a part of me. Fear not, as being where and of what you are now as for many years and decades more to come, your life force, your mentality, is as being my male shaft, you are merged into the cells of a stallion penis. You are as much my penis for your and my lifetime, is it not inspiring!"
To be sure the young nurse knew great fears, horrible apprehensions, but could not see, as she knew odors, flavors, could hear, but what felt to her as her arms, legs, and body was a blending to sensations. She had to accept she was as a stallion penis then, and powerless to not be that penis for as long as a Unicorm stallion would live. She was just new at the weird sensations when from above her came the rush of a vile stinking chlorophyll sort of flavored taste she knew as equine urine. Her body expanded, though remained soft, she hung from the sheath only a short distance. The rush of urine came with great force from a equine diaphragm pressing down. She knew it by the smell but was wanting to puke from sensing the flavor. Her peeing hole felt to her as if her moth, she had not tongue to lick at the dry feeling lips, but was glad she had not tongue when the urine flowed.
In her captive thoughts she knew what she had learned through years of schooling and two years in college, she was awake, alert, never to sleep, but festered a humorous thought, she being a cock, when the stallion mated, she would likely like the flavor of his semen, she having sucked a man many times before.
Gone were two people who from having met Andrew and knew of his visions, were a danger to the Unicorn race. The two were neutralized, one in just a short while would drop into the cruel world to take up his life again living as would a male pony. This the Unicorn stallion smiled when he thought of his mare acting in accordance to his concerns. His smiles made his male organ feel the humor too, she manically delighted her loss was as much that of the man who hired her and was as much a part in her assimilation.
All of four life forces were feeling a sense of ease and renewal, while Andrew ran home, he horrified at what he had caused to happen.
Crying, he entered the house finding his parents as being elsewhere, he was immediately concerned the mare or some other ghostly thing had come and swallowed up is mother and dad.
Running to his bedroom and turning on all lights, raising the window shades, he took his Bible and began reading Psalms aloud to try and comfort his mind.
Even as he reads the biblical passages, his young mind returns to his love for those he knows wants only the best of all good for him. He is saddened by the man soon to become a pony, but knows too that what devils cause and do, that higher powers are there to console and control.
Frustrated still, as if a prayer, but said aloud, loudly..., "Can't you see them! Why, why did he need to lose his self, his future, what is the reasoning for treating a nice person like he was an animal? And she, she was so nice, always friendly, what did that monster Unicorn do to her, why, why can't they see them?"
When he felt too saddened and frustrated to go on reading his Bible, Andrew went to the family room of their home, switched on television, and plopping down in the big overstuffed chair his dad sat to read his evening paper, the television came on with of all things, a Christmas story.
"Christmas in summer?" Andrew said, he about to reach for the remote buttons, when of the movie playing he recognized it as the movie, "It's a wonderful life."
The movie was midway through the plot as the Mister was on a bridge over a icy river, and his troubles so heavy on his soul he wanted to die.
Andrew switched off the television and feeling the same as did the character in the film, he too wanted to end it all. He ran out of the house, across the back lawn, past friends and neighbors who seeing him wild eyed and running feared the worst.
His mind twisted and the vision of the gray mare staring at him as he could but hear the man, his friend, going where no man can. He saw not what, but had to look the mare in the eyes, was alert and knew from her what she had as a plan for a man. Andrew was overwhelmed in his young mind with fear enough for him as one so young to act as if crazy.
He ran, running aimlessly to where he did not know!
His was a face strained by thoughts, gloomy while angry, wanting to get away from what bothered him, he was afraid it would take away his parents too! He ran without knowledge of the town, frantically searching for that bridge over a swift flowing river where, he like the man in the movie thought to end his troubles.
During this time of searching, his parents returned home and learned as of the mysterious happenings at the doctor's office. The police arrived, informing as of the unexplained disappearance of the annalist doctor and his nurse, as not a trace of their existence remained.
A search began by the authorities, as neighbors and parents as well friends all gathered and began to search for Andrew.
People seeing Andrew running like the devil was close on his heels, reported it to the police as they redirected the searchers. Reports of seeing Andrew came with him yelling to all, "Why, why can't they see them?" He acted as if wholly delusional , a state where anything might happen and did!
Nobody could imagine what Andrew saw, as if guided by unknown powers, he continued to elude the searchers. An afternoon thunderstorm did not slow Andrew nor did it help the searchers as lightning flashed violently, and rain with wind, even some small hail fell.
Andrew knew what he told was the biblical truth, he could not explain it, the how or why he saw the gray mare was as much a mystery to him as it was his parents who had to hear his story told a dozen times. It took hours to track him down but he when found, Andrew stood on the side handrail of a small bridge over a very fast flowing creek. The police tried to talk him out of it but one could tell by the look in his eyes that nothing was going to stop him.
As parents arrived by police car and friends as neighbors gathered, Andrew turned his head gave a small smile, and leaning forward, went to dive into the water. I say he leaned forward, but at that instant of time between when his feet fell off the railing and before he went splashing to his possible doom, he vanished.
As I turned to look toward his likely horrified parents I saw something I can never begin to explain. There in the sky above the bridge was this faded form of a gray mare, she with a much larger horse, he a Unicorn, were walking skyward, and following behind them was two ponies, one obviously older than the other if size tells of their ages.
The smaller pony stopped and looking back at the crowd on the bridge, eyed me, and did wink his very blue colored eye. The colt kicked up his heels as if filled with joy of life and following they who were his new family they galloped off into the clouds.
How long ago was that strange day and stranger still the happening there on that small bridge. All who were there had differing stories to tell, but his parents remember but one thing, that of Andrew falling, his arms stretched out long before he would enter the water. As then without so much as a splash he was gone from their sight.
It took weeks of failed searching by the police, but nary a sign of Andrew did they find. Various people driving over the bridge by night reported seeing two ponies standing on the bridge, in the roadway, requiring the people to stop and wait to let the animals move on.
Several reports of the same two ponies being on the bridge at night became a strange happening, so much that some who learned of it, went there to the bridge late in the evenings and waited. Our waiting was not more than one night when on the second evening the ponies were already there on the bridge, but beside them was this gigantic horse. We watched, there were three of us as Frank had with him his camera and loaded it with infrared film. As he stood to one side taking photos of what we saw, the ponies stood body stretched and urinate on the bridge, as then the larger horse, lengthen his maleness and flooded the pavement with a pool of stench.
Chuck who was standing by me turned his flashlight on the animals, but to our surprise the light rays shone past them as through them to the trees beyond.
Seeing this, Chuck said aloud, "This is some sort of hoax," as he walked toward the three animals. He flashed his light into the green eyes of the larger horse, it glaring back at Chuck with a cold as if an evil sort of stare.
Frank his camera shutter clicking slowly with each picture frame taken, remained silent, but off to the far right of the bridge.
I did not know what to do, and stood there as much a witness to what until this very day is as unexplainable. That huge stallion stud stood there peeing, and when he had finished his duty, the end of his massive cock twisted and turned the business end toward Chuck and let go another long squirt. The shot of urine struck Chuck in the face, literally knocking him to his knees.
Chuck screamed, his hands coming to cover his face as well wipe clear his stinging eyes. His scream wailed off into a weird sort of whinny like sound, the piercing tone echoing out into the night.
Thinking to help Chuck, both Frank and I rushed to his aid, and Frank getting the first be the quicker to react, knelt down and with his handkerchief he spread the hands covering the face and was ready to wipe when...
"Leave him, he is disrespectful of his better!" Said the larger horse, he then looked down to the ponies who were still body stretched and libido playing with their male tools, he said to them, "We shall go!"
The large horse turned tail to us and walked on along the road toward the darkness, the one medium size pony followed along by his side. The smaller pony stood there and walked closer to us three, and with his pretty blue eye he gave us a wink.
"Come along son, Andrew I said come along!" the large horse said, and we hearing him call the colt as if named Andrew, left us to wondering.