A Muse's Blessing
A Muse's Blessing
The sun sets on a lonely stretch of highway. A single figure walks along the deserted road, his mane blowing in the evening breeze. The young stallion purposefully walking, guitar strapped to his back. His car miles back, broken down and useless. He's supposed to be heading to a show that starts in two days. But at this rate he's lucky if he'll get there in a week. He gives a sigh, looking over the sunset he should be admiring, instead of worrying where he'll set down for sleep. But steadily he presses on, continuing his slow trek towards civilization again.
His name is Michael, a young colt with pure white hide. His long, white hair streams in the breeze as his hooves keep on walking. He stares at a sign, one hundred miles to go. He looks back to the sunset, now a faint glow fading along the horizon. Stars beginning to peek out in the growing darkness, while somewhere a coyote yips and howls his lonely song. He wonders if he'll even make it to the next city at this rate. A car races by along the road. He waves his hand, sticking his thumb out in a vain attempt to hitch a ride. The car passes by and he's alone once more, just the yipping of coyotes as company.
He sighs as he looks over a bridge to the river that passes lazily beneath on what should be a perfect summer night. A flickering street light casts it's yellow gaze upon him as he stares at the water beneath him. He's stuck pretty good now. Nearly a hundred miles from civilization. Lost and hungry. And soon to be missing what was to be his break out concert. Well, at least that was they were claiming. But it was still the biggest show he had landed so far. He shoved the guard rail with a grumble, annoyed at his string of bad luck.
It was then that he noticed her. A mysterious figure, half revealed in the darkness. Looking faintly like an angel, she walked along the stream, away from him but glancing his way from time to time. He stared curiously at her for a few long moments, before he called out for her. No change in her behavior. In a fit of annoyance he turned and walked down the stream, shouting out "Excuse me, miss? Do you know where I could spend the night? Miss?" She turns along a path, half hidden along the trees and he follows.
The scene greeting him confuses him for a moment. A small campfire. A simple tent. And the woman, a beautiful lioness. Her dark hair braided in elegant patterns. Her brown and white wings folded gracefully to her back. A simple, silken dress lays draped around her, revealing quite a lot of her figure even in the low light of the campfire. He blinks at the angelic vision, stunned by her lovely body as well as the angelic look. She just grins, yellow eyes gleaming in the dim campfire, "Yes? May I help you?"
He just stutters, stuck staring at those brilliant golden eyes eyes. He opens his mouth to speak but finds nothing escapes. He stops a moment, and tries again, this time finding his voice. "Y... You're an angel?"
She just grins, sauntering forward to walk around the dazed stallion. "Close... I'm more a muse. Inspiration who rides along the emotions and creativity of others." She brushes her hand along his shoulder, warm and silky soft fur brushing the side of his neck. "And I've had quite a ride with you so far..."
He blinks and bites a lip "So, if you're my muse... wouldn't you look like me?"
She just giggles and turns, her long tail flowing across his legs. "Silly, we look like whatever we end up as. We're more shaped by unconscious thoughts and dreams than anything logical. Desires and wishes are what create us."
Michael scratches his chin, blinking at the strangeness of this scene, "wouldn't you just be part of me then?"
"Well, in some ways, we normally just live off your emotions and creativity and are not seen. But with some, we may see about giving things a little push from time to time..." She smiles, guiding him towards a large sleeping bag. "In some cases fate can just deal a bad card, and those who look like they have quite the creative streak in them may find us giving a little twist of fate to try and avert this."
He blinks as he looks her over. Trying to see if those eagle wings are just a prop. But they move with too natural a grace to be fake. "And is that where you come in, to make me... luckier?"
She presses closer, her body hot against his. "In more then one way perhaps. It's hard to give fate that little delicate push it can need some days. However, with a little work I should be able to get something going... but I'd need an offering on your part."
He tenses up at this last part, his eyes widening "... this isn't some trap, a deal with a devil to make it big?"
"Silly stallion, I'm not a devil, I'm a muse. A devil would demand an offering of your soul. I need something much simpler, just a little bit of your emotional energy" Her hands reach around his waist, pressing him to her perfect breasts. "And there's one, very simple and enjoyable way of achieving that..."
Her sultry gaze reveals all too well what she has in mind for him. A gentle scraping of claws along his back as he arches, still tense with worry "So... you'd need a... sexual favor?"
She sighs and chuckles to herself wjo;e she shakes her head, "I'd need you to be pleasured... This form happens to make it a lot easier... trust me, we'll both get a lot of enjoyment from this, and I'll see what I can do to help you out as well."
She presses him forward, helping him sit back onto the soft sleeping bag beneath him. His eyes wide as her delicate hands brush his shirt, lifting it with a delicate touch to reveal his strong chest. Her hands rubbing with soft brushes as she leans forward. A touch of lips, soft and kind, affectionate and loving. Her hands trace his chest as he begins to relax beneath the weight and heat of her body. His breaths growing more rapid as her fingers dance downward to his belly. "Now we just relax, and savor this intimate little dance of life and love," she whispers, kissing his nose.
Her fingers trace the edge of his belt, starting to unclasp it as he pants with pleasure. Her scent sweet, rich and aroused as he squirms, his own scent strong with lust. His pants and underwear slide down with a simple tug, revealing the firm, heavy arousal once hidden by them. He grunts softly as her fingers trace the stiff flesh revealed to her, his soft moan melting into her kiss as she strokes his maleness.
His hands reach up, stroking the big eagle wings of the angel atop his lap, sliding down her back. The silky dress soft in his hands as he lifts it up her supple body. Pulling her simple clothes free to reveal her full, firm breasts. Pink nipples begging for attention as he reaches down to pinch one, as she strokes his arousal with a soft squeeze of lust. The pink flesh pulsing in her hands as he groans out with need under her attention. The two soon panting, air scented strongly with their readiness for mating.
She leans forward with a soft kiss. Rough tongue brushing his lips as he shudders in delight. Her fur like hot velvet across his thighs as he feels her fingers grasp and lift his stiff arousal. The kiss of wet flesh to the tip makes him arch, eyes closing as he shudders at how hot she feels. Her angelic body sliding down, slippery heat sinking down his maleness with an agonizing slowness as he pants for breath. Soon her hips kiss his lap as she just rumbles in delight. Her lips on his, arms around his sides. A slow, sensual rocking of her lap upon his, as they pleasure each other in their intimate embrace.
Slowly he opens his eyes to take in the incredible sight before him. The perfect smile and glittering warmth of her golden eyes. The lush curves of her sensual breasts, bouncing with each panting breath as they mate. The erotic curve of her wide, inviting hips atop his. The pink flesh of her sex, wrapped about his thick arousal, lewdly stretching around him. Gliding up and down his heavy cock with a loving roll of hips, savoring every little touch of his trembling hands on her body. Her eyes serenely lidded, just claiming every inch of pleasure she can from his body.
The two are soon lost in their mating. His hips begin to thrust with firm, steady motions to her teasing shifts and squeezing of hips. The urge to give in and thrust wildly in rut makes him tremble. He squeezes her breasts, pinching nipples to make her moan for him. He clenches his eyes shut and does his best to relax, take his time with this angelic lioness. The brush of feathers on his sides makes him wonder if this is just a strange erotic dream, but the heat of her breath on his neck and sharp pinch of fangs tickling his throat quickly break that thought.
He can feel the hot tingle of pleasure welling up in his lap. The stiff throbbing of his cock buried in those tense, wet folds. His crown flaring deep within, making the angelic muse moan with lustful desire. His hips tense, sweat trickling down his chest as her tickling tongue and lips tease his throat. The sensitive rush of pleasure making it very hard to hold back. He groans, a whinny of anticipation as he feels that pleasure grow too much. Quickly thrusting into the perfect heat that embraces his arousal. He leans his head back, his tail slapping the ground as he bounces his lap into hers with urgent need, crying out with a long, low whinny of climax.
A rumbling purr and squeeze against his chest answers his cries of pleasure. His fat cock jerks again and again, gushing his stallion cum, flooding the angelic lioness with his desire. All he can do is shudder in the waves of pleasure, her proud cry of pleasure joining his. Both losing themselves in the rush of orgasm, joined together in that intimate embrace as they pant and tremble in a messy, sweaty embrace of lust filled pleasure.
His breath races as he leans back and opens his eyes. She's still there, panting against his chest. Her eyes serenely closed. Her fur hot on his sweaty chest, breasts rising and falling, full of life. Her wings flutter in enjoyment as she squeezes him tight. He can feel that hot, dizzying glow of sex flowing through him. Lulling him to soon lay back. Stroking her long hair and admiring how perfect she looks atop his lap, savoring the thick scent of sex in the air...
He finds himself soon kissed with warmth on his cheek. Blanketing in silk of the sleeping bag. A soft pillow beneath his head. He wonders if it was a dream, if it wasn't for a long, pretty feather resting on the center of the sleeping bag. Although the strong scent of their sex upon him, mingling with his sweat and mixed cum all over his lap would have been evidence enough. He gets up, shyly looking for anyone around. But no one is around, an empty field greeting him as he takes a moment to rinse in the river. The water cold, perfectly clear and inviting as he takes a quick dip. And just when he gets out to dry he sees a silhouette. Angel wings on the sunrise, perhaps just a wink his way before she's gone.
He gets dressed, still dizzy with his strange encounter as he stumbles back to the road. The feather carefully woven into a string he found and pressed to his chest, a little keepsake of that dreamlike night. He raises his hand to see if he can get a ride. And amazingly the car does stop. A pretty doe who just happens to actually be going to his show planned tonight. And she is very pleased to have rescued him from his stranded state as he stumbles into her car.
His show was a smashing success, ending with a surprise new song. A sincere ballad to the angel looking over his shoulder and turning his life around. And he swore he saw another flutter of wings, deep in the back of the crowds, bowing in thanks. The song ending up being his first success and rising to the top of the charts, while back stage a certain doe waited for the show to end with a promise of dinner afterwards.
He'd never quite see his muse again, but every once in a while he'd see a little hint or tease. A silhouette of wings. A feather along the ground. Nothing direct. Sometimes not even certain if it was her. But he'd smile wide each time, and reminisce of that strange, dreamlike night...