{"sf1_id":570658,"sf2_id":null,"title":"The Tale of St George's Horse","author":"StGeorgesHorse","words":6433,"posted_at":"2013-07-31T20:32:00.000Z","tags":["Dinosaur","Dragon","Horse","Human","M/F","Stallion","Vaginal","ancient","interspecies","tale"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/570658-the-tale-of-st-george-s-horse","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/570658","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=570658\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#1 of Twisted Tales\n\nFor those who have wondered; why St George's Horse? Behind every tale, or tail, is a story with a grain a truth. Sometimes, however, the truth is harder to swallow than the tail. Err, tale.","content":"           I'm certain you all know of the book known\ncommonly as The Golden Legend. You\nknow, the one written by Jacobus de Voragine.\nWhat? You've never heard of it?\nFame is so fleeting.\n           How about the Speculum Hisoriale? You remember, the one written by Vincent of\nBeauvais. \nAgain nothing? Well, that's all\nkinds of right in my book, which I've not written yet by the\nway. If I did, you wouldn't remember my name either.  I go by Beyaz\nRuzgar.  It's not a name you'd be likely to forget. Oh, and who am I? I\nwas St George's horse. Yes, that St George, the one who went\ndown in history as killing a dragon. What a load of road apples! Not only did\nhe not kill a real dragon, he wasn't who he claimed to be either. And yes, I\ncan prove it. I was his horse after all.\nThe real George was the son of\nTheodore of Amasea. His father was a fierce warrior, and not of the pale\nskinned type that came from the lands up north. He was a true scrublands and\ndesert dark-skinned man, rough and ready and keen with his sword. George was a\ncarbon copy in many ways. But the poor boy never got to slay a dragon. It was\nonly by a chance fate that there ever was anything akin to a dragon in the\nfirst place, but that's going to take some explaining so I'll come back to her\nin a moment.\n What? \nOh, you see the dragon was a she.\nHow do I know such a personal detail? Now you're just getting intrusive with\nyour questions. Besides, I'll tell you when I'm ready and I'm not ready jus\nyet.\nGeorge was a fully armored knight,\nbut not in those gaudy trappings that came into fashion in the high European\ncourts hundreds of years later. Those fellows were pretty much highborn idiots.\nOnly a self absorbed dandy would have had armor constructed for looks over\nutilitarianism. George had the necessary components; a breast plate and helmet,\nplus plenty of thick leather covering his arms and legs. This allowed freedom\nof movement on and off a horse. Trust me, I appreciated it. It meant I had less\nweight to carry. Besides, it was hot enough in this region.\nDraping yourself in the trappings\nof an oven was ridiculous.\nAs for me, I first came into this particular\nstory with George's father. I was purchased from traders in India, and I made\nthe long trip to the north of Africa with a few other stallions. Needless to\nsay, the excursion was going to prove to be boring. Thankfully, we were a\nhandsome looking lot; me especially, and the traders learned quickly they could\nearn some extra money loaning us out as studs along the way. That went over\nwell with me, who had spent thousands of years breeding the fillies of Siberia\nand upper China, and before that, the vast expanse of North America, leastwise\nin those areas not covered in ice. \nThere was something about the\nsqueal of a pinned mare that got my blood going.\nWhat's that, you ask? Thousands of years?\nYes, I didn't stutter. Why do you think I get bored so quickly? When you've\nbeen around as long as I have, life needs to be hopping along or else I go out\nof my mind. And no, I wasn't captured. I found that humans were an interesting\nlot. They made cities, with towers and walls, they waged wars, they made ships\nto sail the waters, and they never looked bored. It seemed like the kind of\ncrowd I wanted to be in. I simply wandered into a temple complex and was\ninitially taken in as some sort of god. I didn't feel like a god, but these\nsilly humans had some strange concepts. I held a high position   as some sort of local deity for a few measly\nyears. That lasted for such a short while because the place was ransacked by\ninvaders, who captured me as a prize.\n Whatever. As long as it wasn't boring, I\ndidn't care where I went or what I did.\nWhat's that? That seems a highly\nimpertinent question.  Fine, yes. I know,\nI know, how can a horse write a story? It's kind of hard to do with hooves\ninstead of hands. I'll get to that; don't rush me. To explain that now rushes\nus past the part of the story on our dear St George, and for now I need to\ncontinue with some background, otherwise you'll never believe me. Then again,\nyou'll not likely believe me anyway. Your loss, not mine. I've been there, and\ndone that. \nTake my name, for example. It's not\nmy given name, which would be impossible for you to verbalize properly with\nhuman vocal cords. Beyaz Ruzgar is Arabic, and was given to me by George's\nfather. It means White Wind. So keeping to the Arabic, you could describe me as\nan efrit. What? You don't know your tales from the lands of sand and fables?\nOK, fine; think of me as a genie. I know you all know what that is. Except you\nreally, really don't.\nI'm not a genie, nor an efrit;\nthese are terms you folks came up with to describe those things that you\ncouldn't comprehend. I'm alien to this world, but not in the sense of your\nlittle green\nmen concepts your science fiction writers have come up with. And yet, I did not\noriginate on this planet. In terms of how long I've been here, there are groups\nof you out there that can't grasp a world older than 6000 of you solar cycles\n(you humans are really stupid sometimes). I've been here for roughly sixty five\nto sixty six million of those cycles. I told you I got bored easily. After what\nI've seen, it takes something interesting to get my mind going.\nNo, I didn't arrive as a horse. That's\na stupid notion. There were no horses on my home world. In fact, it was getting\nto be that there wasn't much of anything living on my home world. It was old,\nancient even in comparison to the rock you call Earth and we as living entities\nwere drifting out to other planets to colonize them. The ship we were in was\nthe size of what you call an asteroid, because in fact it was just that. Rather\nthan build a ship from the bottom up, it was quicker to mine the inside of a\ngiant piece of space rock, outfit it with engines, hibernation chambers, and\neverything else we might need for a long trip. Once completed, a hundred\nthousand of us climbed aboard, went through the mind transference, and our\nbodies packed away in tight chambers for the long trip. Our minds were\ndeposited in special retention cells. For you modern humans, you might think of\nthem as flash drives, though really the\ncomparison is hardly accurate.\nThis procedure allowed us to remain\nactive mentally while aboard ship, communicating with each other, playing\ngames, following the sensors as we ripped through space. The trip was to last\nin the\nneighborhood three hundred Earth years. You see, we weren't headed for Earth,\nbut a different system and planet altogether. But that's moot now. The engines developed\na flaw, causing them to overheat. When an engine in your modern automobile\noverheats it's no big deal. A ketron/quasi-singularity drive overheats and a\nship goes supernova. The pilots found a solar system that was close enough to\npull over in for repairs, which would take a goodly amount time. Once we pulled\ninto the solar system, we found it was too late. The ship was no longer\nresponding properly to the controls.\nLet's just say we hit this place\nwith the force of a miniature planet. Our minds were contained in a special portion\nof the ship that was created to be able to be jettisoned, which the pilots did\nat the last possible moment, sending us  backward, away from the planet. But alas, the\npull of the ship dragged us down anyway. We hit the planetary surface a full\n180 degrees from the ship's impact zone. On the other side the explosion ripped\na crater over a hundred miles wide. The force of it ended most of the life on\nthe poor unsuspecting planet, including the creatures you now refer to as\ndinosaurs. With the explosion went our bodies, our technology, everything but\nour consciousness and our knowledge. Even then, some of the storage devices\ncracked open. That's when we discovered that our consciousness could live on in\nnon-corporeal form, leastwise for a little while.\nWe could live in rock that held similar\ncomposition as our storage devices, a composite of silica quartz and other\nsimilar chemicals. Even more fascinating, we discovered we could inhabit other\nliving\ncreatures. Of course, by the time we discovered this, many of them were dying off\nbecause of the damage our ship did. But a hundred thousand minds need somewhere\nto go. So we made the best of it. We now had to deal with a dying planet, dying\nanimals, and our minds sitting inside these poor creatures. But we gave them intelligence,\nsuch as we could, and directed their species survival, if possible. We had nearly\ndestroyed the planet, but we did what we could to salvage it.\nIs that enough background? No?\nWell, deal with it. I can't tell you everything right now. I'm off topic as it\nis. \nSt George.\n I was discussing St George. \nGeorge wasn't a saint back then; no\none was. I'm still not sure what constitutes one, for it seems they were only\nvalued as such once they were dead. But George was a good enough human. I mean\nreally, you monkey-men value yourselves rather highly, for a species that kills,\nmutilates and suppresses itself to no possible future gain. George was a bit on\nthe arrogant side; a Christian (religion, another thing that tickles my sense\nof irony), and an esteemed fighter, for all that fighting will ever get you. \nWe were traveling, the five of us, into\nthe regions in what you call Africa. Not the deep jungles, but the northern\nsections, closer to the sea called Mediterranean. It was George riding me, his\npage Jasham and the ass he was riding on, and yet another carrying their belongings.\nIt was during these travels that he heard the tale of the dragon. I was curious\ntoo (as a horse, I couldn't speak the language, but I sure as heck could\nunderstand it) and listened intently. I had met a few of my former ship\nmates in China, remarkably still maintaining their original bodies. They hardly\nlooked the same though, from those original dinosaurs. Scales grew out into long\ndangling whiskers, or into spikes, and their original colors had changed from\nthe camouflaged patterns to an array of reds, yellows, blues and greens. A few\neven had vestigial wings, from taking over flight-based reptilian forms. Their\nbodies had outgrown the wings, forcing them to stay on the ground. \nHowever, not a single one could\nbreathe fire. That concept was a human invention.\nThese comrades of mine eventually\nhad to forego these bodies due to harassment from humans. It was sad really; to\nhave lived so long in the same body was something to be proud of. But now, at\nthis remote spot was perhaps the last holdout. I was curious who it might be,\nfor while I didn't\nknow everyone aboard ship , we had shared a common consciousness and purpose. I\nhad lost track of many of them, for time tends to separate you from each other.\nSixty five million solar cycles is a long time. I had no idea how many had\ndied; their minds fragmenting and blending with the atmosphere even as their\nborrowed bodies decayed and rejoined with the earth under their feet.\nThe story about the dragon was\nbeing told by a local sage, who thought his knowledge gained in a few short\ndecades was the greatest in the world. We were in a city called Lasia, in what\nis now modern day Libya. The land was ruled by some human called Selinus, as\nthe Latin-using Europeans seemed to call him. His real name was Saleh, which\nmeans righteous in the local tongue. I never met him long enough to know if he\nwas or was not. Like I said before, humans were rather conceited. \nThe locals' tale told of a huge and\nevil creature that decimated the countryside around a large lake. Now large\nlakes were not something that abounded here in the middle of the shifting\nsands. That in itself was a rarity.\nThe town affected by the dragon was\nGaberoun. The lake was hardly fresh water, being less salty than the ocean, but\nnot fresh enough to drink. How long the dragon had survived there, no one could\nsay, seeing as desert surrounded the oasis on all sides for many miles and for many\ncenturies. It had likely found the place during better times and had become stuck\ndue to the encroaching sands. I was curious to know more, but that had to wait\nuntil we reached the lake. It turns out we weren't the only ones heading there.\n\nWe encountered an entourage that\nincluded a rather respected person included in their ranks. It was none other\nthan the ruler Saleh, who it turns out had a daughter called Sazah, though in\nlater works her name was mistranslated into Sabrah. I just thought you should\nknow that. I believe in accuracy. Anyway, she was coming withher father for\nreasons that were not immediately clear to us.\nIt turns out that the whole area\nwas influenced by the presence of this dragon. It seems that the locals had\nstarted feeding it, in the form of sheep and such, to keep it at bay. Then they\nstarted feeding it their children. Apparently the matter had grown so bad the\nking created a lottery to chose who would be fed to it, in the end finding that\nhis daughter's name was drawn. He offered his riches to anyone who would go in\nher place, but everyone refused. We were at Lasia when the royal caravan passed\nthrough. George decided to tag along at the back of the line, since he wanted\nto see if he could fill the shoes of being a true hero.\nIt was during this leg of the\njourney that the poor fellow came down with some sort of illness. His page knew\nnothing of healing, and by the time the two humans realized how sick he was, the\ncaravan was well ahead of them. To cut matters short, George died in his sleep\nfrom a high fever. Rather anticlimactic, I know, but I'm reporting the facts,\nnot embellishing them. The page was at a loss as to what to do. In the end, he\nstripped the body of its armor and clothing and buried George in the sand. He\nwas prepared to return to Lasia, but I put a thought in his head that he seemed\nto fancy. He pulled on the armor, jumped astride me, and continued on the\njourney as if he really was George. Since no one had paid him much attention,\nthe deceit would be easy enough to pull off.\nYou see, I had come this far, I wanted\nto find out if this was one of my long lost comrades or not. I had put into\nJasham's mind that he should assume the place of George, since no one would\nknow the difference. They didn't look alike, but George was always in his stupid\narmor anyway, so even he could claim to be anyone. So could Jasham. When we\narrived at the town by the lake, he wisely sold one of the asses so that no one\nwould question why he had two. I was sad to see the little fellow go, for I had\nplugged him on many an occasion. Hey, don't judge me; females were often hard\nto come by. Besides, he never complained, even when my tip threatened to tickle\nhis tonsils. Oh those were the days...\nAhem. Sorry about that. I was\nreminiscing.  Getting back to the dragon;\nthe king's daughter was to be given up as a sacrifice the very next day. Since\nthe king had commandeered a chunk of the land farther away from the lake to set\nup camp, I put the idea into Jasham's head to set up closer to the lake, to\nprove his bravery in full view of the royal entourage. In truth, I wanted to get\na chance to sneak off and see if I could find this dragon myself. It was my sole\nreason for sticking around now, and if the dragon was real, then it had to be\none of my people. If it was one of my people, then it behooved (no pun intended)\nme to see if I could help. The stories of feeding this dragon sheep and people\nwere the only thing that threw me off. As far as I knew, we had only ever taken\nthe bodies of herbivores. Killing  anything that was a higher life form was\ngenerally against our beliefs.\nSure enough, we made camp not far from\nthe lake. I could smell the water, as well as the salt, so I knew enough not to\ntry and drink it. The locals had set up stills, using the heat of the sun to\nevaporate and the cool and collect the vapor as pure water. Jasham bought\nseveral bagfuls to tide us over. When he went to sleep, I pulled my tie loose\nand wandered along the lake. Moonlight lit up its surface, which was unbroken\nby wave or ripple. I exerted my consciousness out towards the center of the\nlake, hoping to catch the attention of whomever, or whatever, was living there.\nIt took a few moments for a disturbance to begin, unsettling the water with\ngreater and greater turbulence.\n A head broke the surface and turned to face at\nme. I felt the return of a mental touch. All I caught was something about meeting me on the other side of the lake\nand the head sank bellowing the\nwater.\nI took off at a run, reaching the other\nside in minutes. She was already there, water streaming off her immense bulk.\nOne look and I knew she was out of my league. After sixty five million years, I\nhad no idea what type of dinosaur she had originally been. Those creatures had\nno external ears to speak of, but she had sizable ones that unfolded as the\nwater dripped away. She had facial scales so long they looked like thin tentacles\nflapping in the breeze. Everywhere her body showed signs of great age and great\nchange. She had needed to adapt it to the ever evolving world she had found\nherself forced into. The teeth that were exposed as she opened her mouth were a\nfar cry from how they began, I was certain of that. They were quite capable of\ntearing flesh as well as any plant material.\nShe stood in the water, a bit wary of\nme, I suppose. I projected to her who I was, and I could see her body ease as\nshe mentally spoke back. I am so very\nglad to meet you again, after all of these years. It is too bad we had not met\nup before, but this world has evolved to leave this type of creature behind. As\nI see you already suspect, I was one of the few living in the lands to the\neast. I moved to get away from humans, but the species has a tenacity you have\nto admire. I came here to escape them, but between them and the sands, I am\ntrapped, and I know of no way of leaving.\nThen she noticed the body I was in.\n\nHow\nlong have you had this form? I haven't considered changing bodies, but perhaps\nit's time?\nI told her my history, as much as I\nfelt she needed to know. I mean, a thousand years is a lot to absorb, much less\na million. I told her of some of my previous bodies, and what had become of them.\nShe confessed that transferring from one to another scared her. She was afraid\nof getting lost or dissipating during the process. I did a little laugh, telling\nher it was easy, when one made the right choices. At this point she came clear\nout of the lake, showing her immense bulk. Whatever she had been, it had to\nhave been one of the smaller, long necked plant eaters. But now the head was\nenlarged, the neck shortened, and the scales thick and covered in algae and mosses.\nDespite the multitude of green hues, vivid colors showed in places, indicating\njust how much she had transformed her body over the passage of time.\nShe was eying me up and down. You are male in this form, she stated\nmatter-of-factly. \nI went down on a front knee,\nmimicking the human symbol of respect. Yes,\nas a matter of fact I am. It seemed to suit my personality.\nShe bobbed her head. This form is female, which suited me.\nGendered sexes are unusual, don't you think?\nWhat was I to say to that? Oh, I don't know. I've grown accustomed to\nwhat these bodies can\ndo, and the feelings that come with breeding. Since adopting this body, I have mated\nwith tan mares of the steppes, striped horses of the lower part of this land\nmass, black ones of the other continent, and furry coated ones up north. I find\nthe experience to be most gratifying.\nShe sighed. I have not ever had that experience. It was all I could do to keep\nthis body functioning for so long. I had to adapt it to deal with changing\nfood, climate and disease. When I\nbegan, after the crash, all it could do was eat plants. I have coaxed it into being\nable to handle just about anything, from fish, to humans. I find that latter to\nbe a disgusting thing, but since they provide them, and food is scarce, what\nelse am I supposed to do?  She\nsounded depressed.\nI was dwelling on the first part. I\nhad, in these numerous forms, enjoyed the pleasure of breeding so many times I had\nlost count a few million years ago. Breeding helped to re-establish life on this\nplanet. This comrade apparently had not engaged whatsoever, continuing to live\nas a solophicea, or a hermit as you might understand better. She should have\nabandoned this body long ago, but here she was. Well, these bodies are not the same, but perhaps I could help you in\nthat aspect, I replied hopefully. She looked down at me, craned her neck to\nlook at herself, and then turned to me again.\nI\ndon't see how that would be possible. My body is far larger than yours, and\nthere would be no way of your reaching the necessary opening to complete the\nact.       \nI had spent enough time among humans\nto know that there was more than one way to have sex. This was especially true\nin India, where they wrote books on the subject. I explained my proposal. All you need to do is roll onto your back.\nI'll straddle your tail. I'm rather confident I'll find the opening to be\nwithin reach.\nShe was bemused by the idea. I have nothing to lose, so why not?  She dropped and rolled, her body sinking a\nlittle into the sand. I trotted up the length of her extended tail, sniffing as\nI went. Her opening, what you humans refer to as a vagina or cloacae, was right\nat the base of her tail. It was also in the perfect spot for me to reach.\nI used my tongue to lick the slit, for\nit was as tight as a yearling's rectum. It took me a good fifteen minutes before\nher natural lubrication kicked in. This part of her physiology had not seen use\nonce in those intervening millennia. The body was rumbling and vibrating under\nmy ministrations, which I took to be a good thing. Many mares had nearly\ncollapsed to the ground under the probing of my tongue. Unlike other stallions,\nI also didn't mount and blow. Hell, what was the fun in that? Quite a few\nequine ladies ended up with sore privates by the time I was through with them.\nI was hoping this would be the case here even if she was likely to handle me\nbatter then they did.\nI moved up farther, until my front legs\nwere locked against her back ones. My cock was out, found the slit, and I pushed\nas hard as I could. The tip wiggled in, and then the rest slowly followed. I\nhadn't been in something this tight since I cornered a young sacred cow back in\nIndia. That little bovine girl found out that a stallion pumped by the gallon.\nBut here, on this huge and ancient body, such tightness seemed out of place. But\nI wasn't going to argue with the situation. The hole was wet and tight and I\ncould sink my full length in and not hit bottom. I could sense her immediate\npleasure through our mutual mental connection. It was obviously the first time\nher body had sensed true pleasure in a very long time. I adjusted my rear legs,\nfor they kept sinking in the sand, and locked my front legs even tighter. I\nthen went to it with gusto, driving in and out with unrestrained enthusiasm. I\ndon't know how big a male counterpart of her form would have in the way of a\ncock, but what I had seemed more than sufficient to fill her present needs.\n The main problem was keeping the noise down.\nThankfully, with the king in town, the whole place was still mostly awake and\nnoisy with raucous song and men clashing swords to show their skills at battle.\nStill, between my whinnies and her bellowing moans, I was certain we would be\ndiscovered. Thankfully and somewhat unbelievably, we weren't.\n My first raging climax filled her passage full\nof cum. Despite my earlier boasting about managing to hold on to myself for a\nlong time, her reptilian body was quite the change for me, and thus I was both\nintrigued and aroused by it. For her part, her hole and tunnel constricted\naround me in a way a mare, or even the enticing anus of another male, had\nfailed to ever do.  And being able to\npenetrate her fully was quite the turn on.\nMy second overflowed it. By the\nthird, we were both covered in it. That was over an hour later. By then, even\nmy body couldn't recover enough to pump the blood back to the organ necessary\nfor continuing with the mock-mating. I slid off and fell to the ground.\nHer mind reached mine. That was a most pleasant experience. I thank\nyou. Would it be possible for you to find a suitable body for me to change into?\nSomething like yours maybe? It seems I have\nmissed much in keeping this old thing alive. Perhaps it is time to move on.\n I was in agreement there. I have been in this body for a long time too. It's a good body, but\nthere comes a time when you need to let go. I have an idea that may suit both\nof us. \nShe was all aquiver with the details\nof his plan. When I was done telling her about it, and she had agreed it was\nworthwhile, she returned to the water and I to the camp. I settled down to\nsleep, but never quite made it fully comatose. There was too much running those\nmy mind. I was still awake when the sun crept up over the dunes.\nIt was a good thing too, for the king's\nentourage swept past. To the forefront was a litter carrying the princess. I\nhit Jasham with a hoof to wake him up. He jumped up, saw the procession, and\ngathering George's armor, sword, and spear, followed after them as quickly as\nhe could. He nearly forgot he had a horse to ride, the fellow was so dense. We\narrived at the lake just as the princess was tied to a dead date palm tree. The\nsand around it was literally black from the spilt blood of all of the previous sacrifices.\nIt was evident my comrade wasn't one to ignore free food, even if it did turn\nher stomach to do so.\nOnce the princess was secured, I\nplaced in Jasham's mind to ride forth to challenge the dragon. Everyone thought\nhim a fool, but the king declared that if he should slay the dragon, the\nprincess and\nmany riches would be his. Jasham was a fool, but an offer like that made even my\npressing on his mind pointless. Humans were easily swayed by sex and money. I\ncontacted my fellow being who was hidden just below the surface of the water. She\ncame forward, her head rising first, followed by her scaly neck, shoulders and\nso on until he massive frame rose from the water like the leviathan she was.\nFew humans, even amongst the local population had ever witnessed her in full\nsunlight. Most of the time they dropped off their sacrifice and ran home to\nhide, coming back the next day to make sure the offering had been accepted.\nThe princess screamed, the king uttered\noaths, and half of the crowd fled. I think a good portion of those present had\nassumed the dragon to be a mere legend. But Jasham, his sense of duty and\nhonor stoked by me and ready for anything, rode me right up to the water's\nedge. He bellowed\ncurses at the dragon, and then retreated back to the dry sand until she emerged\ntotally onto the land.\nShe and I had rehearsed this in our\nheads, so I hoped it would come off without a hitch. She headed for the princess,\nwith me and my rider running interception. She pulled back as we swept past;\nJasham's spear grazing her flanks, but doing no damage. Those old scales were\nthick and tough!\nShe turned her attention to us, bearing\ndown like a maddened elephant. I felt Jasham lose control of his bladder, but he\nremained firm in the saddle. I could sense he was having second thoughts about\nthis. But he had little choice in the matter now. We were in the middle of a\nbattle. I turned and doubled back so quickly that he nearly fell off. His spear\nwas askew and totally missed its target. We turned to make another pass. This\ntime the dragon stood her ground, knowing that one of us should hold still.\nSince I was on the attacking side, it should be us who remained on the move.\nJasham gathered his courage, held the spear as tightly as he could and charged.\nThe point nearly snapped before it slid between two scales and sunk in right to\nher heart. Her eyes went wide and she looked fearful just before the light in\nthem was extinguished.\nA roar went up from the crowd. Everyone\nwas rejoicing except for the princess, who had passed out and was hanging\nlimply from her restraints. The king barked orders to have her freed. Jasham was\noff of me and prostrate before the king. I had to steady his mind, reminding\nhim that he was now George, not a mere pageboy. If he had told the truth, the\nking might have executed him for his impersonation, even if he had just saved his daughter. As it was, Jasham\npulled the deception off flawlessly, though at the same time he would never be\nable to return home. It hardly mattered, for he and the princess were married\nthat day. She seemed aloof about the whole thing, like she had a preference for\nsomeone else, but then, what princess ever loved the man she had to marry?\nTales were told and songs were written,\ncelebrating the defeat of the dragon. Jasham and Sazah traveled with the king's\nentourage back to the capitol, with myself and the last remaining ass trailing\nat the rear. That little equine vixen knew what I was capable of, and with the\nother ass gone, figured I would be up to my old tricks. But we were in mixed\ncompany, and I decided that discretion was the better part of honor. Besides, I\nwasn't going to need unloading any time soon. There was a dragon body rotting\nin the desert sun that had a large dose of me in it.\nOnce at the palace, Jasham, aka George,\nwas tutored in the ways of ruling. I was left in the stables, soon forgotten. I\nwasn't lonely, for there were plenty of other horses around, male and female.\nEven the little ass was close by. I soon earned the nickname \"devilish one\",\nfor I was equal in buggering a stallion as I was in breeding a mare. I was\nnever a problem for the handlers, but all they had to do was turn their back\nfor a moment, and I could be found cock-deep inside someone. They eventually\ngot the idea and let me have my way. I was even kind enough to allow the humans\na chance at buggering me. I suppose it was like a mouse raping a lion, but hey,\nI was an equal opportunity kind of being. If it made them happy, then they were\nmore apt to make me happy. And it wasn't boring. I think I already said\nI hated being bored. \nOne day some weeks after we had\narrived at the palace, the princess came to the stables, with the firm command\nthat no one discuss her presence here. She came down to see me. Without a word,\nshe climbed up upon me; bareback, and rode me around the courtyard for a while.\n\nShe seemed like a nice gal, and I\nfelt bad for her, being presently stuck with a man she had no feelings for. But\nshe was alive, and she should at least be happy about that. I projected this\nthought at her. When she was done riding me, her mood seemed lighter. It was\nonly a mental thing, I know, but still, she seemed happier now than when she\nhad first entered the stables.\n It was that night that she returned. She had a\nbag of food, a skin of water, and she was dressed in commoner's robes. She\nsaddled me up, climbed into the seat and rode me down into the city. In the morning,\nthe gates were opened and we were the first to leave. No one knew she was\nmissing for several more hours. By then, we had made good time into the desert.\nWe headed north until we hit the coast of the sea, and then turned west, back\ntowards the lands that George had hailed from. But instead of going there, we\nrode northward. Here and there, we encountered humans; it was a fact of life\nnow. They were turning into the dominant species. At one stop, she found a\nhandsome young fellow with good looks and strong muscles. She had me stabled\nbehind an inn, and invited the fellow for a romp in the straw. They were\ntogether all night. In the morning, it was just the two of them, with the\ndeceased carcass of an eighteen thousand year old horse laying still on the\nstraw.\nThe two went off together, the\nprincess and the young man, after purchasing another horse to replace the\nlong-in-need-of-dying original that had been me. They traveled north into\nEurope, but came back down into the region of the sea again. Their darker skin\nmade them stand out, and the light skinned northern tribes distrusted them to\nno end. They settled along the sea, keeping a low profile for a long, long\ntime. \nHow long? Well, that's a good\nquestion.\nYou see, the dragon died so that my\nfellow creature being could live. When she left the wounded beast, she fled\ninto the body of the princess. We don't like commandeering any intelligent\nentity, but when it's a matter of survival, you do what you must. She married\nJasham because she knew she had to, and she wasn't entirely disappointed. She\nhad just found a newly exposed fascination for sex. In the end, her preference\nwas for me, and I was still a horse. When we left, I told her to find a body\nshe liked. She finally did, and you know the rest. We have been around for a\nwhile now, not sixty five\nmillion or eighteen thousand years in the same body, but we're here still. We change\nand adapt, and we move a lot. It doesn't do well to outlive everyone; questions\nbegin to be raised that are hard to explain away.\nOh; and sex. She hasn't had her\nfill yet. Oh, that's not to say I haven't tried. We went for seven days once,\nnonstop. I thought my heart was going to give out. It's pretty damn hard to\nmake up for\nmillions of years in the time we've had together, but she keeps trying. I don't\nmind one bit. Every once in a while I recall all those mares (and stallions), and\nI think to myself that when we change again, it will have to be back to horses.\nBut she has other ideas. I'm willing to try anything...once; even if it\nlasts a few thousand years. \nWhat else have I got to do?\nBesides telling you this story, I\nmean.\n            It's\ntime to go. I can hear her calling, and I guess I have dallied here with you\nlong enough. Time to go and see if we're going to break our personal best.\nAfter all, a week in the grand scheme of things is barely a water droplet\nwithin the expanse of the great sea. Like I said; you humans live rather short,\nuneventful lives. But I have a few tricks up my sleeves. She's always ready for\nsomething new."}