FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

<< Forward >>

After seeing the potential success, my previous story was capable of... I decided to not take too long in compiling and creating the next promised chapter. I was also glad to see my choice to omit two obvious detail descriptions actually paid off. I felt anyone going into the story with foreknowledge of what a horse is, would appreciate the freedom of picturing the mare in a manner that would be appealing to the reader. The other and more obvious detail is the Shire stallion himself. Again, anyone willingly reading this story has knowledge of this horse breeds limited color palette. Simply designating that the nose is white was sufficient for the reader. The only reason this story will have more details, is to allow the person to experience what it would be like seeing such a creature for the first time. This next story will integrate a familiar element. I needed to find a way to alter and perfect its new version. So, in having respect for the stability The Mare had, I decided to let this final element wait till the next story. When reading The Man, one should find the addition of actual spoken lines to simply add even more depth and detail into what is going on in the story. As is the goal of my pioneering style, it should also add a new level of immersion for the reader.

The following story contains strong sexual content and may even contain elements that dare to brutally smash right through societies little barriers known as taboos. Taboos are usually things society dare not do, but have proved many times to be much less threatening than these sheltered individuals would lead you to believe. Thus this ideal metaphor for such a situation: What is the point of living if one is simply too scared to even go out of their house? Possibly this and future stories will deal with just about every sexual taboo known to human kind. It also includes an element some strict Christians might declare evil even. So if this is not your sort of story, please move on and kindly don't send any hate mail my way.

Woulfe Maelstorme

<< The Man >>

The soft and comforting dark brown haze, a buffer zone dwelling between the dreaming and waking world, becomes more comforting than usual. A notable sensation of a soft, damp warm cloth is caressing your forehead; then makes its way down over one cheek and finally down the front of your throat, to stop at your chest. The sensation leaves your body and is replaced by the familiar chill, where the cloth had been. The chill itself is just enough to invite you out of the haze and your first voluntary gesture is hearing the sound of this very cloth being submerged in some water and stirred around in what your ears tell you is metal. This is only confirmed when the stirring sound is replaced by a slop and the familiar patter of water, from the rag being rung out. The patter subsides and is replaced by the squashing sound of the cloth being rung thoroughly. At this moment you begin opening your eyes and find little light adjustment is needed.

Your ears gradually pick up on more subtle sounds, as your eyes begin picking out details of the view in front of your face. Your internal sense of balance tells you that the body is resting horizontally and a soft pliable surface and your eyes tell you that what is in front of you should thus be a protective covering surface of sorts. Your depth perception judges it to be a flat ceiling. The lighting level is quite low and fluctuating, like the flicker of a candle. Then all of your senses come alive, as the big moment unfolds.

A slight sharp stabbing pain going through your torso...

The surface under you sinking slightly on your left and by your waist...

The returning sensation of the warm rag on your chest, rubbing it gently...

The subtle smell of herbs, amplified by the contact...

A brief glimpse or a large dark muscular arm, seemingly shiny from sweat...

The now faint and familiar scent of horses present...

Further and final clearing of your vision, confirming candle lighting used...

Finally the ebbing of the pain, do most likely to the herbs...

The sensation of the cloth moving down your stomach, and back to chest...

The now audible heavy breathing of whom ever is still out of your view...

The cloth leaving your chest once again and the familiar chill returning to the skin...

That same arm coming into full view, following a hand going to your right cheek...

The touch is so warm and mildly coated with some oil...

An audible hushing sound drifts to your left ear, as a dark shape briefly darts into site...

You feel your brow furrow and decide that an explanation is in order.

Next, you attempt at moving a bit and begin turning your head, at the same time the hand begins to tug it to your left. The image of the ceiling moves slowly to your right and gradually replaced with the image of a horse's head.

A horse?

You blink your eyes a few times to possibly clear away anything that might be distorting what you see. When this fails, you decide that maybe you are dreaming and on impulse, begin shaking your head slowing and raise yourself to a sitting position. Your head simply goes to a slumping down looking posture. The sensation of cloth shifting and tugging under you confirms you are clearly indoors and maybe on a bed or sorts. While you continue the process of sitting up, you find that you don't have quite enough strength or need what is missing to do this. The same hand and arm is now resting on your right shoulder and helping to pull you upright, while another hand and arm is placed against your back and supporting you. Just as you decide your upright enough, you briefly glimpse down and notice a thin sheet over the lower half of you. It covers you from the waist to past your toes. You also briefly take notice of a hint you might have been asleep for a while...your ritual like-clockwork-mourning erection. You are definitely awake. More secondary habits begin to kick in and you decide you should pivot around to the left, to get your feet on something solid... like a floor perhaps. Again you don't have the strength to do so and yet this strange person effortless helps you by continue supporting your back and moving his hand from off your shoulder to your right leg below it. At this point his arm comes into full view.

The skin is very dark - possibly black - and very shiny...

There is clearly a tangible amount of oil on it, but the oil itself has no spicy scent...

This stranger also has rather odd type of hair on his arms...

Its like yours was, when it first came in on your arms, but definitely denser...

The sheer size of the forearm alone is the size or a mans thighs...

Focused inspection of the hand, reveals it too is completely covered with the hair...

The fingers are even large and boast well-formed muscles...

The fingernails are the real curious part and are clearly kept manicured...

They seem to be completely opaque and don't simply grow ON the skin...

Your depth perception perceives them to actually go beyond the skin underneath...

Just as you have finally made it to the edge of the bed and feet finally firmly on the floor, a decision to make closer inspection of the strangers whole forearm is in order. Slightly astonishing, in itself, this person doesn't seem to mind and obliges by leaving his arm in your lap. You feel the bed sink a bit more, as he places this arm more horizontal in your lap and moves more of his other arm and part of the body to support your sitting position. The sensation of actually feeling breath come down upon the left side of your face and ear confirms that everything about the individual is large or even massive. Brief thinking, about where you might be, dictates that this room is clearly not the person's bedroom. The bed sunk way too easily under what little weight was added, but very sturdy nonetheless.

After taking in the entire forearm in one complete picture, you decide further familiarity is in order and direct your inspection forward onto the one of the legs that is setting against and forward of yours. Your sense of touch tells you this must be his left leg. Briefly looking beyond it tells you otherwise. Your sense of touch will clearly need adjusting, to understand this unusual wake up in a strange bed and room. Deciding not to tempt the possibility of panic, you move your attention back to the actual right leg and immediately recognize familiar features.

The same black skin and smooth hair, with vibrant oily sheen...

The sheer contrast of proportions between this leg and yours...

The radiate sense of warmth coming from the skin itself...

Your vision is briefly interrupted as the arm on your lap swings through and to your left, and back into your right hand with a steaming ceramic mug of hot tea held gently in that massive hand. You take it gratefully from the stranger and have your first drink of the day. While your tea is being drank, the bed shifts slowly upwards and level again, as the arms and leg leave you and the bed sheet is pulled up over your shoulders. A single hand gently pats you just between the shoulder blades and is quickly followed by another deep sigh of breath from this kind individual. Your not sure if you should look up and see if all the images fit together... or if you should simply focus on the wonderful gift of warm tea in front of your face. You decide the latter and take another sip, as the onset of rhythmic vibrations through the floor reaches your feet. You simply judge this person to simply be unusually large and dismiss the first clear image earlier.

You can't help but notice, as this person is walking out of focus, that the blurry full view of the legs do seem to have on odd way of moving. Not to mention this stranger either; has very big and heavy boots or doesn't do much to soften his steps when wearing them. Perhaps the reason for even feeling those vibrations now, through the mattress, is a combination of both and the fact he is clearly a large person. Again you dismiss the odd details and take yet another sip. The outline of the stranger finally disappears into a darkened rectangular void, against the far wall, and is replaced by another shape that is gradually filling it in. The familiar clicking sound of a door closing confirms what was going on out of focus. You are now alone in the room and decide to at least assess if there is a place to sit the tea. A familiar shape gets your attention, in the left part of your vision. You turn your head and notice it to be a simple one-drawer nightstand resembling a square four-legged table. Sitting just towards its back edge is a single antique candleholder and the burning candle, which was making the flickering effect on the ceiling above your bed.

At this point you now notice you have been upright, on your own for a couple of minutes, and decide you just might have enough additional strength to set your tea on that nightstand. The sheet over your shoulders seems to help keep the warmth, generously given by the tea, inside you. You turn your head back for one more sip and then towards the nightstand again, while extending your right arm and placing the mug on it. Afterwards your begin the process of swinging your legs back up on the bed and adjusting the sheet accordingly. This time the pain was barely noticeable, as you lift first your right leg... then the left leg up and under the sheet, while keeping yourself propped on your left elbow. With your legs completely under you make some final adjustments and finally shift down the bed a bit, while laying completely down on your back. One last tug is made to bring the sheet up to your neck and then the edge flipped down, partially exposing your chest. You then bring your arms to rest at your sides and fold your hands together, sighing deeply and satisfied. You make one quick move of your one hand down and adjust the still semi-hard cock to rest against your belly. After returning to the other hand, you look up towards the ceiling and simply relax, while allowing the flickering candle effect to slowly lull you to sleep. You wonder very briefly though... did that strong horse smell come directly from this caring and generous person. You shook your head lazily and drifted off to sleep.

After the usual drifting and shifting of random thoughts and images, you experience brief blackness and then thrust into an event currently in motion. The only real motion is the sparsely lit scenery flying past and behind you. It is immediately obvious it is nighttime. You become more aware and coherent of this moment and immediately hear the sound of assorted vegetation being brushed to the side or crushed underfoot. The sounds are in sink with the sensations of your feet hitting the ground and hands pushing branches out of your chosen path. There is no than mere split seconds between your hands pushing one then another out of the way. The crushing sound, of things underfoot, seems to be keeping the same furious pace. Judging from the additional internal sensations, pounding heart and thorough shockwaves running up your legs, you are running at a very furious pace. There is also the perceptible presence of fear now in your thoughts. Clearly you are not running for exercise, but away from something.

You train your hearing to assess if anything is following or chasing you. Nothing. The only clue, justifying your reason for this frantic fleeing, is a single image in your head. The firing end of a large gun barrel pointed at your face. No other clue aside from a series of hateful words. Some incomplete... others too complete for personal comfort.

"...no where to run and no one to save you now monster.

Why don't we take him back to the city?

Stop wasting time and just kill him already!

...do what you did to her? Why?

Don't even think about escaping us this time.

Why couldn't you have just taken the treatments and live a normal life?

...should be stuffed and mounted, after this, if you ask me.

...maybe a doctor could "fix" him and then we use him for farm labor.

I still think my idea is best...sideshow and make a serious profit off him.

Quiet! I have the gun here and I say he dies here and now!"

Just then a massive black phantom shoots out of the surrounding brush and takes out three of the men at once. The only tangible hint of the attack was an unmistakable deep and aggressive whinny, followed by several snorts, as two more men disappear within the path of the mysterious vengeful phantom. Your not sure just how many men there were, since all but the one holding the gun barrel in your face have now disappeared into the brush to save their comrades. As the moment intensifies, you gain the capacity to at least make-out a little of the remaining persons face... barely. The lack of moonlight does nothing to help make out any serious details. Only reflective surfaces can be made-out effectively in these extremely dim lighted conditions. He is wearing a large hat, which is effectively covering it down to the nose with its shadow. The hat seems to be of the same neutral coloring as the now perceptible clothing on this person. Finer details are hard to see around the steady gun barrel. Skin complexion is tanned to be a bit darker than the outfit. It seems to be obvious, from the pitch of the surrounding fading voices and the moving lump on his throat, that everyone in the group are to be men. The man still standing there says something under his breath and the gun makes a single clicking sound. It's cocked to fire. Just then you both notice no other sounds around you. The grimace on his lips tells you he refuses to let you go alive. Just as the gun twitched slightly, the same black phantom shoots out and smacks right into the man, knocking them both back into the brush. A single scream and shot is heard, quickly followed by furious deep snorting and whinnying. This shakes you out of your brief paralyzing fear and you begin to run.

Now the image shifts back to you running through the brush and catching something with your foot. You careen forward and fall face down into some water. The shock of both falling and having your face quickly submerged brings your arms to quickly pull it back out. Between gasps and deep breathing, you glance around frantically and see if you are being pursued. Feeling certain you are finally left alone, you look back down at the rippling water and notice it to be very close to your face, yet is somehow splashing against your mouth and nose.

You look up again, now simply breathing deeply, and catch the reflection of the moon coming from behind some clouds. The improved lighting begins playing across and object directly in your view. So close it seems to sit right on your face. You glance down and.

"Easy there." A soft deep baritone voice says.

A hand is firmly but gently pressed against both your chest and back. Your eyes open quickly and are bombard by bright fuzzy images. Your ears begin picking up so many background sounds that shouldn't be so clear. Smells flood in the can only be found in a garden. You turn your head down and let your eyes focus as the presence of excessive sweat and damp sheets completely overwhelm your sense of touch. Your eyes finally begin to focus on your lap and the other senses begin to finally tone down as well.

"That must have been some dream. Tell you what... how about you prop yourself up here and then I can use my hands to wipe some of that sweat off. Sound good to you?"

You say nothing and just nod your head, as one hand is removed from your chest and helps your left arm back. The hand against your back then begins to retract just as your move your right arm back into the same position. Your ears pick up the familiar sound of a rag dropped in water and then rung out. Only when it touches you this time, there is no smell of spices or feel of warmth. It has a chill to its touch and causes you to shiver a bit. A hushing sound is heard and you soon stop, as it gently caresses your chest. Your eyes finally come into full focus and find that you must have had quite a dream indeed. What wasn't a dream was the strange bed and room. You are still there and being tended by one of the kindest people you have yet to know. You then raise your right arm, while shifting your whole body around to your left, and begin removing the dampened sheet. The rag pulls away just as you come completely around to your left and begin turning your head back up. Your feet finally find the floor, just as the remnants of the sheet completely leave your body. Pleased that your arm has now effectively pulled it off and pushed it away, you pull it up to rest its elbow on your right knee. You then put your left hand out towards the nightstand and find nothing there but the pan of chilled water the rag came from. Your ears pick up a slight bell tone as the rag is submerged and rung out one last time. The stranger seems to still be out of view this time. For some reason this does not concern you. You simply gaze straight ahead at the clear image of the same door you likely saw closed last night.

"I'll bet you would like another hot mug of tea." The stranger said.

He then takes your hand left hand and turns it to accept the rung rag. You take it gratefully and begin wiping the rest of your upper body off. The stranger takes the pan and walks to the door. Finally giving you a clear solid view of his backside anyway. The floor didn't seem to shake as much this time. This being he didn't have any boots on. Actually... he didn't have anything on. Fortunately you didn't have to brace for brief horrors of vanity, since there was nothing at all about his body or form out of place or shape. At a glance his body was in excellent shape and well tanned.

Not to mention had impressive height to it. What was rather striking was how well. His build was something born of hard manual work. His tan did nothing but reinforce this fact. No tanning bed or lounging on the beach could give someone a tan that solid. His tan was as much earned, via whatever work he did, as his build. And lets now look and marvel at that, before the seconds past and he walks through that door.

The feet were standard men's medium width, a tad on the flat side, and possibly 14s.

The calves were medical textbook quality and possibly a tad on the muscular side.

The thighs were of same quality and showed no signs of anything going to waste.

The buttocks weren't perfect boyish globes, but yielded absolute firmness.

His leg muscles overall would even quiver slightly if he stepped to hard.

All efforts to find a hint of love handles were futile and replaced with a fine flat skin.

The lower back muscles had the same textbook foundation, with additional mass.

The upper back muscles were no different and only added to the overall impact.

From this view, the torso was built for hauling serious weight on the shoulders.

Not to mention it being tapered, from waist to chest, nearly bodybuilder fashion.

In addition the shoulder blade and arm muscles just flow together smoothly.

The shoulders themselves have the expected gradual slope, from neck to arm.

The upper arms possessing the same enhanced textbook structure and build.

In themselves boasting muscle mass that makes them as big as the calves.

The hands are made for death grip level of strength and just as large as the feet.

The neck muscles are just slightly built better than average, but allow much flexibility.

The head yields very little aside from the nearly shaven, thick, raven-black hair.

Now that you think about it... there is one rather odd but nice feature.

The entire body seems to have a slight sheen that isn't from sweat.

After realizing you are now simply staring at this fine example of human physique, you then shake your head briefly and turn your full attention to your body, realizing now that you too are completely naked. A quizzical look comes across your face. This look is due to not only you being naked in a strange place, but the fact that there are no clothes anywhere in sight by your bed. Not only that, but such a thing could prove handy in hiding the erection that you now see in your lap. Normally the sheet would prove useful, but its current dampened condition makes that very unlikely. Not after you went through the fuss of wiping that sweat off you. The rag is just as useless, now that it is warmed to your body temperature. You then sit there and try thinking of anything that would make it go away. Unfortunately, nothing is working. You are now stuck with the most inconvenient variety of erection. Mourning erection. Then a new sensation gives you an option. Your bladder needs relief. You then begin looking around you for a way out of the room and realize it's not even remotely a room, but a very large porch. What you thought to be simply large open windows was nothing more than mere porch railing. The door you now seem to know so well even had an oval shape to it. The windows flanking its sides were of the same basic shape and at their respective height. Aside from it completely lacking any sharp angles and being an oval shape, it still had the feel of a traditional farmhouse porch. Something keeps nagging at you about the dimensions of the structure though.

The door and wall seems close enough. And everything seems to be proportioned right. But why did the accommodating host seem to begin shrinking as he neared the door? Could it be just your persistent grogginess, which is now finally wearing off? After looking around your bed a bit, you find a useful reference. Your feet are known to you to be roughly one foot long. You first make sure the man isn't coming back yet, by attempting to pear through the windows. In actuality you can make out nothing but reflections of what is behind you. This illusion only occurs when one is far away from windows. Not close up...unless. You finally raise yourself out of the bed, with arms and hands bracing against the mattress for leverage. The bed itself actually has little give and thus takes you little strength to stand up. Come to think of it, the frame probably sagged very little under your own weight. Turning around and looking back at the simple cot, it seemed incapable of supporting your weight and should have shown some signs of immediate use. Your host clearly has an eye for sturdy furniture. You then simply shrug and begin stretching, as you look out over the railing onto the surrounding property. You glance down briefly and get vaguely reminded of why you are getting up. The rather decorative porch railing resembles mere vines twisting and curling about some invisible trellis. It also seems to be built a bit on the large scale. You bend over the cot slightly and put your arms straight out in front of you. Sure enough the top of the rail meets your hands at a level height with your shoulders.

"How can this be?" you finally ask yourself, with the first words spoken of the day.

Your own height and build doesn't exactly make you a slouch for size.

Six foot ten inches and a build to actually match the stranger's.

Naturally your weight is more than appearances yield, because of fitness level.

The top of the railing has to be at least six feet above the porch floor then. Your instinct then encourages you to gauge how far up the inside roof is then. You look to your left and see one of the posts at the foot-end of the cot. At least it has a proportionate size to match the railing. You walk around the end and size it up with your hand. You gauge it to be at least twelve inches thick.

"So far so good... I guess" you comment, as your brow furrows a bit.

You then trace the path of the pole up and find it to almost curve out and blend with the ceiling, which you could have sworn was not transparent last night. But what a brief and interesting night it was too. You were clearly out of it then. You move back a few steps and judge the railing and pole together. The ceiling would clearly have to be at least eighteen feet over your head, if the railings height is judged to be one third of it. You look up one more time and verify the ceiling is definitely transparent, with obvious support beams being the only thing opaque. The spacing of them seemed to reflect the spacing of the porch columns, as you lower you gaze back down and forward. You and the cot were placed just to the left of the steps leading down. The steps opening you gauge to be twelve feet... making the positioning of your generous eight-foot long cot to be only four feet from them.

"Beautiful isn't it?" a baritone voice form behind, and to your right, suggests.

"Yes... beautiful but very curious" you reply without even turning towards him.

"I realize you have seen very few things like it. Close... but not like it."

"Well my city's architects do play around with organic curves and shapes, but nothing like going completely organic with the structure itself. I heard many stories, as a boy, about places such as this outside the city. Stories about you people and your rather strange ways."

"And what do you think so far?" he asks.

"I see nothing strange about it and myself always wanted to finally see one of these structures and meet the architects that design them."

"Well that is one of many differences between you city people and us."

"This being one of them?" you motion the entire porch with your left hand.

"A part of it actually." He replies, as he raises and opens your right hand.

"Thanks" you reply as a familiar warm mug is put into it.

"As promised lad." He returns, while putting a hand on that right shoulder.

You take a few more moments, just standing there with him, to take in the rest of the porch's design. The steps were clearly the only set leading off of it. There was clearly a total of four columns flanking their sides, with the fourth being barely the equivalent of a corner post. Beyond that point the porch began curving even more sharply, only to be met by the wall of the house itself. At this point there should be a half-post. Instead the houses wall seemed to simply finish the gentle oval curve behind you.

"The porch is roughly 50 feet long and 20 feet deep." he answers your thoughts.

"That would be in keeping with the average proportions of a farmhouse porch. But correct me if I am wrong. Isn't this a bit big for someone who obviously lives by themselves?"

"Pretty hard to miss... Isn't it?" he admits to you.

"The only other sounds around here, is from the wildlife beyond the porch going about their usual mourning routine. And yes... I am finally completely aware of my surroundings. It's the only way this porch could still be shaded and it already be well lit outside of it. After all, the ceiling is transparent. If there is even a ceiling above us at all."

"Like I said, this porch is part of those many differences between the city you know and the life out here. This whole house was actually grown, in a sense. This is why you see an occasional excessive use of curves."

You then are greeted by the sensation of the mug being removed from your hand.

"Right now... I think you need to take care of rather important matters. Drinking this much tea has got to be putting a strain on your bladder."

The return and realization of that sensation, at the mention of his words, reminds you again. You then turn around toward your right, to not only see his face finally... but to also politely ask where his bathroom is within the house. But that question fortunately was no longer necessary and allowed you a couple more seconds to observe his features.

His face was surprisingly and essentially everything you envisioned a typical attractive Scottish man's face to be. The only thing some might consider a missing feature, would be the complete lack of mustache or goatee. Only the sideburns were present. You just simply smile at him, as he finally removes his obvious right hand from your shoulder and returns the smile. Both of you turn and walk towards the door. Immediately it appears that both of you will even be able to walk through at the same time. He turns his head back towards you briefly and notices your continued admiration for the houses size and strange beauty.

"You won't find many flat surfaces in me house either. Aside of course for the floor, some utility furniture and any doors leading outside. The cot on the porch is all that is left of the original structure on the property" He observes for you.

You watch closely to see just how this curious and equally massive door opens. Its surrounding structure yields nothing of a mechanical nature. The walls just seem to curve into both the porch ceiling and floor underfoot. Only at the door's section does this design change to accommodate its flat surface. The section itself seems to concave a little at the top and "separate" at the bottom to allow for about four feet of the bottom. Even at this part, there was still a noticeable lip. One might say the door itself it resembles an egg shape. An egg that actually measures twelve feet tall and eight feet wide at its obvious widest point. Otherwise, it simply reflected the same styling as the porch railings. The only other dominant features along the wall were the flanking windows. Each one of them easily the size of an average door and as yet, also yielded no signs of mechanical operation. At least there shape was a simple basic vertical oval, measuring eight feet tall and six feet wide. Close inspection now yielded they were structured with vine-like structural veins radiating in spiral fashion around a central smaller oval. Making these windows as decorative as the porch railings.

"I take it you approve of the windows and railings having matching styles." He comments as you turn your head back and notice him looking your way and smiling still.

"This is all so overwhelming. The stories told in the city don't do your part of the world justice. In fact... your very nature and behavior towards me is completely contrary to what the stories say."

"I'm aware of what the stories say. I have inside the house one of your city's collectable volumes of tales. The one that specifically tells of the world out here."

With that last word, he simply touches what looks to be a door knob with his left hand and puts the right one on your left shoulder in reassuring fashion, just as the surrounding frame makes a very quiet slipping sound. He then removes his hand from the knob, just as your eyes pickup on slight movement all around the door. You actually saw the frame retract a barely perceptible quarter of an inch. He then simply gently nudges the door and it opens by itself. His hand on your shoulder slips down to between your shoulder blades and he motions you to walk in with him. Once inside you both stop at the edge of the door and he gently places your right hand, with his left, on the doorknob itself. You look at him with curiosity and he simply smiles back and removes his hand from your back.

"We are leaving our hands on the knob for about one minute. During that time this house will familiarize itself with all the signatures your body has. Then it compares it with mine and assesses any similarities between us. A lot more efficient than any "security system" I have seen in your cities lately." He comments while smiling directly at you.

"I would definitely have to agree with you there. I posses quite a bit of biological knowledge myself and always admired the hidden technological edge, anything in nature has over the variety of things within my city."

He then removes his hand and motions you to do the same.

"There... now the house will recognize you as an occupant for as long as you wish. Now, we can finally take care of your more pressing matter. This being, entrance into what you call a bathroom requires you to be recognized by the house as an "authorized" occupant and user of its resources. The bathroom stays sealed up at all times."

"All times... Why?" you ask with a raised eyebrow on your face.

"Its not for any reason I'm sure your thinking of." He chuckles and continues. "You will understand what I mean, once I show you how everything works in it."

He motions you to follow him down a short well-lit hallway. Along the way and out of your peripheral vision you notice the entire house is indeed of organic engineering. But also retains sufficient familiar features to not make it look like the inside of some animal or plant. The hallway itself is really nothing more than a connecting point between opposite rooms. The two dominant features of the house is its structuring on a scale double than that of a typical house and the fact all the ceilings seem to be turning transparent now. This increase in lighting yields that the dimensions of the hallway directly reflect that of the entrance itself and even mimic the egg-like shape of the door even.

"I can tell that this experience has been quite overwhelming for you so far."

He just simply chuckles again, turns around and points down at your crotch. You look down and chuckle yourself, noticing that your penis is still erect and you haven't even noticed ever since you started studying the features of the porch.

"I suppose everything here is newer to me than I actually mentioned or let on. My apologies if this is maybe not proper conduct within your house."

"Its actually no bother at all lad. Just thought I let you know about it. Don't need you rounding a corner or bumping into something and damaging that. Besides... it's a perfectly normal function or reaction, for us males when waking up in the mourning. You will get relief for your bladder and that soon enough. Well... here we are"

You actually didn't bother with studying any details, while walking down the hall. This being your bladder was now becoming an annoying distraction to your inspection of the house. You would have time afterwards to fully explore and size it up.

Your now standing just behind him and looking at a wall that has virtually no features aside from some lines tracing a very large egg shape with a several spiral lines in the middle. The egg shape isn't as large as the door, but big enough. Its dimensions you gauge to be ten feet tall and six feet wide.

"Entering the bathroom is as simple as this." He encourages in an instructing tone.

As he raises his right up, takes your left hand, and places its palm right on the spiral design. The same slipping sound is heard again, as light begins appearing at the center and slowly grows, as the spiral begins shifting around. The light becomes an opening as the retracting edge, completely reseeds into the surrounding wall, mimicking the motions of an iris opening. The open bathroom doorway possessed a more pronounced lip than the entrance did. Making the bottom of it at least six inches above the floor.

"Wow. Does this mean that everything is kept contained in there until it opens again?"

"Aye... everything does. But don't worry about some elements your probably thinking of. Once this door opens again, to let you back out, the bathroom is smelling just as fresh and odor free as when you walked in."

"Let me guess. Standard feature on all houses made like this one?"

"Of course... come on in and I will show you how everything works."

You follow him in and look back to watch the door behind close the same way it opened. You immediately notice a familiar dominant feature and point up to where you are looking.

"I'm hoping the ceiling doesn't stay transparent all the time." You comment humorously

"It goes opaque at the command of your touch, just like the door."

"And here I was concerned about finding the correct button to press."

You then turn your gaze back down and actually find the bathroom to have an extremely familiar look to it. At a glance all the required facilities were present. They just simply "blended" into the floor or walls, via more organic engineering. The only thing bothering you was its size. Why would the bathroom be also built on double the normal scale, when it was clear that it was built for one occupant only?

"I bet you noticed the other dominant feature... didn't you." He casually taunted.

"Yeah... why have it so big? Clearly only one person at a time can use it."

"True... but I think they were also considering the living circumstance that you and I are now sharing. The normal small bathroom just wouldn't be big enough. Besides a bathroom has to be adequately equipped for maximum resource efficiency. Unlike in your living places in the city, the bathroom for these houses is one of the most important rooms. Think about it."

You stand there and run all you current knowledge through your head and it finally occurs to you. The big smile that appeared on his face reflected the realization in your mind.

"This ... house... is... alive?"

"Not like you or any animal... more like the plants outside."

"That's why you mentioned it was grown and not built."

"Now you've got it"

"And now the designing of this bathroom makes a bit more sense. Functionally speaking."

"Well I don't see any living arrangement problems here, since we are both clearly males."

"True."

"One thing, just for future reference, how do you open the toilet lid?"

"For one... we actually call it the receptacle. Two... you simply tap on the top there and it simply retracts to form the ring to support you when sitting down."

He tapped on it to demonstrate. Once you saw that it was clearly a ring, you also saw a problem with its usage. When one sits down, there is usually an available indentation reserved for the big men who also happen to have a big penis too.

"What if one chooses to relieve them selves both ways at the same time. That does usually happen you know. Not to mention we both are not exactly slouches for size. You are clearly seven foot and I am just two inches shorter. You can't very well do one then the other without problems coming up."

"That is why I wanted to show you how the bathroom works." He answered patiently

"OK... I'm listening and willing to learn. Don't have plans of going back to the city for a week and not really anyone to go back to anyway. Took a whole week off just to go hiking in these here woods."

"Well, think of this as your cabin during your stay then. Shall we continue?"

"By all means." You say with a chuckle and stare at the odd toilet.

"One can do both if you use this as well."

He first tapped the seat again to close it. Then he sat down and reached down under, what could be a typical water tank, and tapped on one of the pipe-like structures on his left. It responded immediately and seemed to be programmed with a specific routine. He did nothing and simply sat there as the structure flexed with the agility of pure muscle and began rapidly growing in girth and length. The pipe was clearly no longer a pipe but some sort of tube. Then you figured it out, just as he took hold of his penis and held it out, while the tube finished growing and flexed around the seat to latch on to it. Your eyes just simply pop wide open in astonishment, as he now removes his hand completely and the tube completely engulfs his penis to the hilt.

"Is that thing even hurting you?" you ask.

"Not even likely. Its only purpose is the receiving of essential nutrients from its donor. The entire outer structure of the feeding tube is made entirely of firm tense muscle fibers. The internal part is comprised of finer muscle fibers and various other tiny physical parts that aid it in the extraction of all nutrients the donor has to offer."

He then simply reclines a bit and sighs. As the tube then engages the "feeding" process with his penis, you then notice some odd movement at the front part of the receptacle's base. And watch as the entire front part begins altering shape.

"I see you notice another part of the receptacle now becoming active. Don't worry about that either. Its function is simply anal cavity maintenance. Once it finishes changing shape, you will notice it cover my whole bottom side and then some. Then a big tubular bulge, forward along the receptacle base, will form. This is from its internal functioning parts doing their programmed task. I realize this is quite different from anything you experienced in the city. But when you think about it... it is a more efficient and better waste management system."

He then motions for you to walk over to his right. And then taps on the tube on that side of the receptacle. Once it extends fully into its programmed position. He then takes it in his hand and directs it over to your erect penis. You give a look of hesitation and back up a little.

"Look lad. There is nothing to be afraid of. If this thing were to actually do any damage to me, it would have already done so. Trust me on this. Besides, your face is already telling me you are about ready to burst, you need to piss so bad."

In light of that reality, you nod your head and step back up and let him place the tube on your penis. He was right though. It made no attempt to do any damage or made any moves remotely aggressive. It just simply latched on to your tip and used thousands of tiny nodules inside to help it move on to it more and then with a soft sucking sound, it slid completely down your shaft to the hilt. The immediate sensation of something wet touching you there, makes you completely relax and empty your bladder. The tube hungrily sucks every drop down. Aside from the slight discomfort of pissing through an erect penis, the experience is actually quite pleasant and you understand why your host is sitting there so relaxed. In fact, it feels so good you close your eyes and piss like there was no tomorrow. Once you finish, you keep your eyes closed and just simply stand there, enjoying the bliss of finally getting relief.

"Would you care to sit down now and get cleaned out?" he asks you.

You barely here him and shake your head no. Thoughts begin to drift, as the sensation of being inside something so warm and inviting begins to turn you on. You feel your cock twitch a little and then the sensation of the tube changing suction variations. Now every single one of those tiny nodules begins moving and stimulating your shaft. Your breathing becomes shallower, as the tube continues to stimulate you further. Then a new and oddly familiar series of sensations begin entering your perception. Only to be followed by a few new ones.

Your body begins to warm up very quickly and start sweating profusely...

Your breathing ceases to be shallow and starts fluctuating...

Your skin acquires a very hot prickly feel to it...

The bones in your skull, hips, lower legs and feet feel electrified literally...

Your skin feels so tight, in some places, it just might tear...

Your tailbone is suddenly set ablaze with intense alien sensations...

Then is soon feeling just as electrified as the other parts...

Your breathing stops fluctuating and assumes a new rhythm...

The body now feels like it's being super cooled inside...

The rest of your skeleton begins acquiring the electrified sensation...

The is now definite pain being felt all through your skull...

Soon the pain is also felt in your lower legs and focuses on the feet...

Then it increases more within your face and toes...

The sound of bones popping frequently is now heard inside...

The body begins pumping massive amounts of hormones and adrenaline...

You eagerly welcome the surge, as it dulls the pain and enhances other sensations...

You feel yourself now begin to expand in some weird way...

Your lungs begin pumping more air into the body and seem to fill fuller each time...

All sensation of pain is gone, leaving the more pleasant ones to take over...

Your arousal now seems to be peaking stronger than ever...

A familiar equine-like scent briefly drifts into your senses and enthralls you...

A brief sensation of a hands on your ass comes and goes...

Your cock now seems to be engulfed by much more of the feeding tube now...

Brief twinges of pain are felt in your skull, tailbone and feet, and then leave...

The equine scent now returns and doesn't go away...

New warm sensations now occupy your skull, hips and feet...

The hands are now felt going up and down your back, like a gentle massage...

All skin sensations have now returned to normal and you stop sweating...

But some things feel new and slightly off at the same time...

If it wasn't for the intense arousal, you might even be getting a bit scared right now...

Then you hear some things that bring you to open your eyes and assess exactly what is going on, that has you feeling so different and hot. You open your eyes and immediately find the bottom middle of your vision a bit blocked by something dark brown with a white stripe in the middle. It also seems to have, at the end facing away from you, something white protruding just slightly from the sides and seem to have slight movement in sync with your heavy breathing. There is also an audible deep heavy breathing sound coming from them. You decide to assess what other odd sounds might be around you and feel a new sensation immediately. Your ears just didn't twitch... but pivot whatever direction you wanted to focus your hearing on. They even turn independent of each other to broaden each others focused range. Then they both suddenly turn backwards, just as additional and identical breathing rhythms are detected from behind you. Then another new and profound sensation shoots right up your spine and registers in your head. Your tailbone just flicked through the air a couple of times, jerking large amounts of long hair with it.

Hair on your head even feels different. You can no longer feel it on its sides but can definitely feel it go all the way down and stop just between your shoulder blades. It feels like you are wearing a ponytail that long, that just got glued to you. The combination of these events and sensations soon ruins whatever arousal you had and soon feel the sensation of the feeding tube letting your shaft go. That sensation in itself seemed to feel a tad lengthier in seconds than it should be. So you decide to look down and see if there is maybe something wrong with the tube itself. What discovery you make next is the most profound, because you will be able to see, feel and smell it.

"What is that!" you exclaim in a voice that is now a very deep baritone, as you gaze down at a penis that is far larger than anything a man would have. Not only that but proportionately much longer too. Just then... about fifty strands of hair flop down, covering your right eye and come to rest against your right cheek.

"And since when did I have hair that long!" you exclaim again.

All the while you feel your ears constantly flicking back behind you and picking up very deep and heavy breathing. Not being able to deal with what might have just happened to you at the moment, you decide to just stand there a while and just simply watch this massive chunk of male hood slowly begin to reduce in length and fold-in on itself, as it retreats into its base and begins forming the pseudo sheath. If it wasn't for your current mental state, you might even find the sensation of the movement in itself sensual.

"That is just so weird." You almost say in a whisper.

You then decide your sight is needed back in your right eye and reach up to brush the hair back, with your right hand. Just as you bring it back down to your side... you stop halfway and then bring both hands into clear view your vision. You have quickly grown accustomed to the lower middle of it being obscured by the obvious acquired muzzle. Slowly turning them over, while curling and uncurling your fingers, you notice too very dominant features. The hair all around your wrist is just like the hair on your head but colored white. It even goes about two inches up your forearms. The hands themselves are also white, with jet-black fingernails, which hardly seem like such anymore. In fact their very shape and structure seem vividly familiar.

"You spent about five minutes examining my finger hooves last night, before moving on to me legs. I don't think you were coherent enough to realize just beyond that leg was an already semi hard cock. But then every feature on me is raven-black except for the blaze on the muzzle."

That equally deep baritone voice had a familiar quality to it. Not to mention the mere words brought the whole previous night back in a rush. Just as you begin to turn around, the entire recent event takes it toll on your mind and you begin to slump to the floor. The floor shakes briefly from pounding feet and all of you that actually reach it are your knees. The rest of you fall into a mass of flesh that flexes under your weight, to keep you from falling any further.

You just slowly close your eyes and gain just enough strength to actually put your arms around the stranger's waist and rest your head against is chest. You begin to sob a bit.

"Sshh. Everything is going to be alright laddy. Everything is going to be alright."

"But now I am like this. I can't go back to the city like this. May not be able to go back to the city at all, if my dream last night is any indication."

"How long did you say the vacation was?"

"One week. Today should be Day 2."

"Well then. We have five more days to figure your new life out. It shouldn't take all five days though. So that leaves us with at least 3 days to help you learn a few things and make the necessary adjustments. You also need to do more of that physical changing. Your brain needs to learn how to properly process those sensations, instead of abstracting it as pain all the time. Otherwise you would be burning out a few nerves every other time you did change. So lets say we get out of the bathroom for now and have a good o' fashion Scottish breakfast on the porch outside and talk about your life in the city, before you came here."

He begins to stroke your hair as you finally stop sobbing.

"Why talk about my life in the city?" you ask, still held in his embrace.

"Well we have to start somewhere... now don't we lad."

"I suppose. Just one thing about your breakfast though..."

"What is that?"

"I'm a vegetarian." You answer as you begin to pick yourself back up onto your feet.

"Now why am I not surprised?" He answers sarcastically.

He then picks himself up off the floor and stands level with your eyes. He was right of course, after looking him over briefly. The only white on his raven black body was the blaze on the muzzle. You then move forward to hug him and he returns the favor. Then both of you turn back towards the iris door and take one step forward, with him extending his hand to open it. Then you both step through and the door closes behind.

<< Addendum >>

For those who want or require only the best of reading and viewing pleasure for this story, you can email me and request the original format version in native MS Word 2000 format. To my knowledge, the document can even be opened by the latest versions of MS Word, MS Works Word Processor, Lotus Word or OppenOffice programs.

Simply email me: [email protected]

Now feel free to post any comments you may have,

Woulfe Maelstorme