Lost Souls - Chapter 1
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Lost Souls - Chapter 1
It was dark, and shi was falling. Shi tried to scream but found that
shi couldn't, the breath had been robbed from hir. It was cold, so very cold,
the icy wind lashing hir naked form as shi fell into the abyss, into the
blackness, into hir death.
Sheila Mallari awoke with a scream and bolted upright in a bed, cold
sweat on her brow, but the bed shi had been sleeping in was not hir own and
fear began to well up in hir gut. Nervously, the young horse spun around,
observing hir surroundings. It was dark and quiet; the only light that
pierced the gloom was two small beams emanating from the cracks of what
Sheila believed to be a door. The air was warm and heavy, and filled with
smells that were vague but strangely familiar to Sheila, as if shi had known
them once but forgotten them. Shi stumbled out of the bed in a panic, hooves
clopping noisily on the hardwood floor. Where the hell am I? Shi thought to
hirself as she meandered blindly through the darkness, hands wide in front of
hir in case shi should run into a wall.
A few scraped shins and a bout of colorful swearing later, shi reached
the light, which as shi had guessed, was a door. Fumbling with the handle,
Sheila finally managed to turn it open. As it swung inward, Sheila was
momentarily blinded by the transition from darkness to light, but quickly
regained hir vision and popped hir head outside. Looking left and then right
shi found that this door opened into a hallway. It was well furnished,
appearing as if in somebody's home, there was a cream colored carpet on the
floor, an almost identical shade to Sheila's own body fur, and the walls were
painted a light bluish color and were speckled with paintings and lamps. The
hall contained nothing of particular interest, save for doors. It seemed as
if Sheila's room was at the end of the hall, and as shi looked to the left
shi saw a door on either side every four feet or so, and at the very end of
the hall was an opening into some other area. Sheila was now thoroughly
perplexed, where was shi? Why had shi been brought here? Where was everybody?
Shi turned back around and found the light switch by the door. Turning
it on, it revealed a decent sized room that seemed split in two. On the right
side, Sheila's side, it was clean and neat, there was the bed in the corner,
a night stand with a lamp next to that and a large box at the foot of the
bed. On the other side, however, it was chaos. Exotic clothing strewn about,
some food wrappers, posters of band shi'd never heard of. The bed looked
ruffled and messed up, as though recently used, and the night stand had some
pictures on it in addition to the lamp. On the wall beside hir bed there was
a large mirror which shi caught hir reflection in. Shi took a good long look
at hirself in it, hir black-brown hair was still tied back in hir usual
ponytail, and it contrasted nicely with the light, cream color of hir body
fur. Large soulful eyes of a pure crystalline blue sat perfectly proportioned
on either side of hir elegant snout. Hir frame was rather average, shi was a
little less than six feet tall, lean and toned, but not very muscular. Hir
chest supported two massive breasts, each roughly the size of a cantaloupe,
that were restrained behind the dark gray t-shirt that shi was wearing.
Further down, shi was wearing a familiar, loose-fitting pair of jeans with
rips at the knees, and a hole in the back to let her tail out. The jeans also
sported one other curiosity however, a small bulge at the front. Sheila had
always worn loose pants on purpose, so that it would help conceal the fact
that shi was a herm, a herm with a huge set of equipment at that, for behind
the bulge in hir jeans sat a thick sheath under which hung a set of balls
that were about the size of a pair of oranges. For all of hir sixteen years,
it had always made hir self-conscious, that shi walked around looking like a
girl with a bulge in hir pants; maybe that was why shi had never been really
social back home, or at least why shi didn't go out too much. Realizing how
much time shi had spent examining hirself; Sheila shook hirself from the
mirror and decided to find out just where exactly shi was.
Shi exited the room, closing the door quietly behind hir and crept
steadily toward the exit at the end of the hall, grateful for the thick
carpet which absorbed the sound of hir steps nicely. Shi walked on without
incident, covering the thirty feet or so of hallway with ease before finally
reaching the end. The hallway opened up into a massive room, the ceiling
seeming to stretch upwards forever, supported by large marble pillars that
matched the floor. There was a massive front door, on either side of which
sat two large windows, which were currently being pounded by heavy rain and
choked with darkness. From the door there was a large carpet that led along
the floor to a big set of stairs that split off to either side of the house,
leading up to the second level. Sitting just before the stairs though sat a
large desk, cluttered with papers, behind which sat a middle-aged vixen who
was writing something, a small lamp on the desk creating her own personal
globe of light in which to work.
"Hello?" Sheila called out, hir voice echoing ominously in the
cavernous hall. The vixen looked up from her work with a smile across her
bespectacled face.
"Ah you're awake, come closer dear," the vixen said with a wave of her
hand, her voice was warm and inviting, with a maternal quality to it. Sheila
began walking towards the desk, hooves clopping and generating obscene
amounts of noise, making hir cringe with every step shi took. Warily shi
approached the desk, examining the vixen with great care. She was your
standard fox, dressed in a bluish shirt and black pants. Her auburn hair was
cut at about shoulder length, and her storm gray eyes peered wisely from
behind the thin frames of her glasses.
"And you must be Sheila," she said as Sheila stepped into the light, "My name
is Jane, why don't you have a seat." Jane motioned towards another chair that
was placed next to the desk. Sheila sat down and Jane turned from her work to
face hir.
"First, let me say that it is my pleasure to welcome you here," Jane
started, but Sheila felt compelled to interrupt.
"Pardon me but just where exactly is 'here'?" Sheila asked bluntly.
"You're now at Lost Souls dear, it is a home for wayward, or for those
who have nobody to care for them," Jane said, finishing her previous thought.
"So then why am I here?" Sheila asked with genuine curiosity. A
troubled look passed over Jane's face and she reached out and put her hand on
Sheila's shoulder.
"I was afraid of this, you poor thing. I hate to be the bearer of bad
news, but I'm afraid that...well...your parents are dead. There was a
horrible
car accident and they were both killed, you suffered severe head trauma which
is why you don't remember any of this. You were admitted to a hospital for a
week or so and then transferred here, where I oversaw the remainder of your
recovery. I am so sorry that this had to happen." Sheila was shocked, sitting
there blank-faced for a few minutes as shi tried to comprehend what shi had
just heard. Shi tried desperately to remember what had happened, but just
kept drawing a blank. Shi stammered to find something, anything to say, to
respond, to inform Jane that this had not crushed the life from hir then and
there but shi couldn't. It just seemed so hopeless. Sheila was only barely
aware of it, but Jane had walked over and helped hir up and began walking hir
back to hir room. When they reached the door, Jane told hir to go and get
some sleep and they would deal with it tomorrow, and all Sheila could offer
in response was a weak nod. Shi walked into the room, closed the door, laid
down on the bed, buried hir head in the pillow, and began to cry. Shi wept
for what seemed like an eternity, the tears fuelled by the thought of how hir
parents, the only people who had understood hir and accepted hir for what shi
was, had been cruelly taken from hir, and shi couldn't even remember it.
A good two hours later, when the tears had stopped falling and hir
pillow was almost dry, Sheila sat in a serene quiet, hir mind and body
exhausted from the effort of hir mourning. Shi cast hir gaze around the room;
there wasn't anything else to do. Shi looked over at the other side of the
room, at all the clothes and the posters and things, contemplating who it was
that shi now shared a room with. Then, as if in answer to hir question, shi
heard a noise outside the door. Sheila watched as the handle turned and the
door swung inward. A white dragoness stood in the door frame, clad in a pair
of camouflage shorts and a black tank top. She was about five and half feet
tall and kind of thin. The first things that Sheila noticed about her though
were her eyes. They sat like two perfect emeralds, greener than green could
be. Those eyes locked onto Sheila's and it was as if for a moment that the
dragoness was looking into hir very soul. The rest of her matched her eyes
well, in that they were all mesmerizingly beautiful. Her face was thin and
perfect, with a stud piercing in her left nostril. Her black hair was cropped
short around her neck and looked slightly messed up, but whether that was
intentional or not, Sheila could not tell. They sat there for moment, staring
at each other before the dragon let out a long low whistle and gave Sheila
the once over.
"So you must be my new roommate," the dragon started, her voice was
sultry and melodic and utterly hypnotizing, "They said you were pretty, but
honey, you're gorgeous."
"Um...thanks," was the only reply Sheila could offer as shi watched the
dragon enter the room, her body swaying elegantly as she closed the door and
walked over to her bed.
"So, you got a name? Or should I just call you sexy?" The dragon said
with a playful smirk. Sheila was taken aback by the outright flirtation; the
palpable sexuality that emanated from her was enough to make Sheila's cock
twitch and hir pussy moisten. Thoughts began to enter hir head unbidden, shi
thought about bending the dragon over the bed and fucking her raw right then
and there. Sheila shook hirself from hir thoughts, shocked by hir sudden
urges, and stammered with a response.
"S-Sheila, my name is Sheila," shi finally managed to blurt.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Izmeralda, you can call me Izzy," the dragon
said, extending her hand. Sheila took it and the two shook hands. Izzy then
went and laid down on her bed, a contented sigh escaping her lips as she hit
the soft fabric and mattress. She stared at the ceiling for a moment before
propping herself up on one elbow and turning in Sheila's direction.
"So what's your story? How does a girl like you end up in a place like
this?" Izzy asked. It took a good portion of Sheila's self-control to not
burst out into tears again.
"My parents are dead," Sheila replied, hir voice quavering slightly,
"Jane told me there was a car crash, I don't remember it, she said I suffered
some head trauma."
"Oh...I'm sorry," Izzy said. There was a definite note of sympathy in her
voice.
"It's OK, I'll be alright, I just...need some time. But what about you,
how does a girl like you end up in a place like this?" Izzy seemed to perk up
a bit when she realized that she hadn't upset Sheila too badly, and smiled a
little at the use of her own line.
"Me? I've been here my entire life. I was born in Ravnus City, I guess
my parents abandoned me when I was born, or something like that. Anyway,
somebody found me and I was sent here, and I've been here for all seventeen
years of my life. Fascinating stuff, huh?" Sheila smiled a bit at Izzy's
sarcasm before asking a question of hir own.
"Wait, Ravnus City? That's what you said right?"
"Yeah, we're about twenty miles outside city limits, why?" Izzy
inquired, a puzzled look on her face.
"Oh, I used to live there; I guess my parents and I were driving back
from somewhere when we got hit." Izzy nodded slightly and said nothing. They
both sat on their respective beds, examining each other once again. They
passed a short but slightly uncomfortable silence before Izzy stood up and
walked towards the door.
"Hey, I'm going to go take a shower, you want to come with?"
"Sure, why not? I could use one." Sheila agreed. It would be a good
opportunity for hir to relax and take hir mind off of things, shi always used
to take hot showers at home to help calm hir down and it always worked, shi
prayed that this time would be no exception. Izzy led hir out into the
massive entrance room, shi hadn't noticed before but there were a mind
boggling number of doors and hallways in this room and it made Sheila's head
hurt to even think about you're supposed to know where you're going, so shi
just let Izzy lead the way. They walked on through corridors and hallways for
a good five minutes before reaching the showers. It was a large white room of
porcelain and tile, a long row of shower stall across one side and some
benches and towel bins on the other. Izzy crossed the room to one of the
towel bins and grabbed two, setting one down on a nearby bench and throwing
the other one to Sheila. Sheila clopped over to the bench and had a seat. Shi
started to stare at the shower stalls, a dilemma rising up inside hir. Shi
had thought that they would be private showers, where shi could be alone, but
now shi had the choice of either seeming weird by not taking one or exposing
hirself to Izzy to be gawked at and shamed. Meanwhile, Izzy had already
started undressing, and was now down to a lacy black bra and thong. Taking
note of Sheila's inaction, she turned and faced hir.
"What's the matter? Fear of public nudity?" Izzy asked with a smile.
Sheila looked up from the floor and saw for the first time that Izzy was
already only in her underwear. The same urges and desires shi had felt when
shi first saw her re-entered hir mind and shi felt hir cock swell in the
beginnings of a hard-on.
"No, no, it's just...well...it's nothing, don't worry about it," Sheila
said, returning hir gaze to the floor lest shi become even more aroused.
"What? Come on, you can tell me," Izzy said unhooking her bra and
exposing her tits to the cold air, her nipples hardening instantly.
"Listen, I'm just different alright? Let's leave it at that," Sheila
replied, still staring at the ground.
"OK, if you don't want to tell me, that's fine, all I'm saying is that
we're going to be living together so you're going to have to learn to trust
me sooner or later, because the way I see it, if you're not comfortable in
your own skin, then where the hell are you comfortable?" Izzy finished, and
then she slipped out of her thong, standing completely naked before Sheila.
Sheila looked up again to find her naked form, the nipples on her perfect c-
cup boobs standing on end and the warm soft pinkness of her exposed pussy
plain to see. Sheila thought about this for a second, this girl lives her
life completely without regrets, without fear of what others think; shi
thought to hirself, I wish I could be more like that. Sheila thought again,
weighing the options in hir head, risk offending somebody who was rapidly
becoming a friend, or risk being called a freak. Sheila was torn for a moment
before standing and willing some of Izzy's courage onto hirself.
"Izzy..." shi said softly. Izzy who had already started off towards one
of the stalls turned back around. "Just don't say I didn't warn you." With
that, Sheila began to undress. The first part was easy; hir shirt and bra
were removed with little hesitation, baring hir massive tits for all to see.
Then came the hard part. Sheila placed her thumbs in the waist of hir jeans,
ready to strip them off and reveal to Izzy hir out of place manhood, but
something held hir in check, the same unfounded fear that had held hir all of
hir life. Sheila closed hir eyes, took a deep breath, and dropped hir pants.
Sheila cringed in fear of the freak out that would never come, the silence
causing hir to open hir eyes to find a dumbfounded Izzy staring directly at
hir crotch, mouth slightly agape.
"So then you're..."
"Yeah...I'm a herm. Just please promise me you won't tell anyone," Sheila
pleaded, all Izzy could offer in response was a dumb little nod.
"Y-You don't think I'm a freak do you?" Shi asked, and Izzy took a few
steps closer so that she was right next to hir.
"What I think doesn't matter," Izzy said placing a delicate hand on
Sheila's shoulder, she had obviously regained her composure after processing
the fact that Sheila had a dick, "It's what you think that does, but just for
the record, no, I don't," Izzy finished softly with a smile on her face.
"Thanks," Sheila said, hir face mere inches from Izzy's.
"Don't mention it," Izzy whispered as she gently wrapped her arms
around Sheila and bridged the gap to hir lips. For Sheila, the very first
touch of the kiss was electrifying, sending shivers down hir spine and making
hir weak in the knees. The experience was largely the same for Izzy, although
she had done this several times before, this particular time just
felt...right,
as if they were meant to be doing this, even though they had only known one
another for an hour or two. The two pressed into each other, their lips
parting to give way to their tongues, dancing passionately, exploring each
other's mouths. They continued for a while until Izzy broke the kiss and spun
Sheila around, sitting hir on the bench. Izzy then dropped to her knees and
spread Sheila's legs wide, giving her full access to both of Sheila's parts.
"Now let's find out just how big you are," Izzy purred. Sheila went to
respond before Izzy went to work on hir, and then all that came out was a
lust struck gasp. Izzy began raking her tongue up from the bottom of Sheila's
cunt to the tip of hir sheath in big long laps while she stroked Sheila's
ever-expanding cock with her free hands. Sheila sat glued to the bench, hir
every muscle paralyzed with rapture. Shi was ultimately a virgin and had
never experienced anything like this before. It felt so wrong but at the same
time so right, here shi was with hir parents dead, in a strange place, having
sex for the first time with some girl shi barely knew, but at the same time
Izzy was the only person shi'd ever known who didn't call hir a freak or
leave hir or hurt hir when they found out shi was a herm, and even though shi
barely knew her, Sheila felt a deep bond with Izzy that shi had never felt
with anyone in hir entire life and if there was anyone in the world that shi
would want for hir first time, it was Izzy. Shi was stirred from hir thoughts
as shi heard Izzy say something.
"Holy shit, you're huge!" Izzy exclaimed as she had finally extracted
Sheila's entire dick and was now kneeling with eighteen solid inches of black
horse cock that was as thick around as a soda can towering over her.
"Izzy, there's some things you should know," Sheila interrupted as Izzy
was about to pounce on hir cock, so she settled for stroking it as she
listened. Sheila suppressed a moan before continuing, "I've never done
anything like this before, so I don't know how good it will be for you."
Izzy merely smiled a warm knowing smile and said, "If I wasn't sure
about doing this with you, I wouldn't have. I'll admit that I wanted you from
the moment I saw, and when you showed me this," she said nodding towards
Sheila's cock, 'I knew just what I wanted, and I got the feeling that you
felt the same way." Sheila was shocked by Izzy's understanding of the
situation. Was I that obvious? Shi thought to hirself, but decided to let the
thought go, shi had more pressing matters.
"Thanks for re-assuring me for like the eight hundredth time tonight.
I'm just really self-conscious, going through life as a girl with a penis
will do that to you," Sheila confessed, Izzy nodded slowly, still stroking
the flesh pole that was rooted in Sheila's lap. "Just one more thing,
I...sort
of...cum a lot."
"I look forward to it," Izzy winked. She then took one hand from
Sheila's cock and began fingering hir pussy. Sheila snorted and whinnied as
Izzy then began to suck on hir monster dick as well as stroking it and
fingering hir. All three of Izzy's parts pumped in perfect unison, her hands
and mouth running like a well-oiled machine, setting Sheila's nether regions
alight with pleasure. She loved the feel, loved how Sheila's maleness felt,
all thick and veiny and pulsing, in her hands, in her mouth, she didn't care,
all she knew was that she wanted to hold onto it and never let go. Meanwhile,
Sheila was nowhere near the planet called Earth, shi was far away in an
orgasmic dream world, feeling hirself edge closer and closer to cumming as
Izzy slurped greedily on hir rod and pumped in and out of hir dripping cooch.
As the pleasure kept building, Sheila moaned and writhed as Izzy
progressively swallowed more and more flesh. It was not long after that that
Sheila began to feel the pressure in hir loins that signified a coming
orgasm. Izzy sensed it too, felt hir muscles begin to tighten up, so she
began working harder to bring her new found lover to bliss. Sheila was only
able to hold on for a few more seconds as Izzy sucked down one final mouthful
of horse before shi came.
"I'm cumming, oooh I'm cumming," Sheila gasped as hir femsex clamped
down on Izzy's fingers and hir pole began to throb, spurting wave after wave
of thick, sticky cum all over Izzy' face. She immediately put her mouth back
to the flat head of Sheila's dick to swallow as much of hir cum as she could.
Sheila's massive nuts just tightened again and again, determined to give the
dragoness her fill of their juice. Sheila watched, incredibly turned on, as
Izzy drank hir cum from hir, lapping at hir sensitive head and sending small
aftershocks of pleasure coursing through hir body. When Sheila finally
stopped cumming, Izzy gulped down the last of it and parted hir lips from
Sheila's manhood, thin tendrils of jizz trailing from her tongue to the head
of Sheila's cock.
"So what did you think?" Izzy asked with a giggle. It took Sheila a
moment to catch hir breath before shi could respond.
"That was incredible," Sheila managed between breaths. Izzy picked up
some of the extra cum with her claw and applied it to her dripping cunny, she
then stood up and bent herself over the bench that Sheila was sitting on,
sticking her ass in the air. She began rubbing herself in preparation for the
mighty ram that would be coming at any moment.
"Well, are you just going to sit there with that delicious spike of
yours or are we going to fuck?" Sheila stood up at once after Izzy's lustful
growl, and centered hirself behind the dragoness. Slowly shi pushed hirself
into the wet tunnel of hir partner's sex, a tight, hugging sleeve of warm,
slick love. Sheila sighed as shi pushed hir way in, inch by inch, wishing to
make the most of this new experience. Izzy did likewise, closing her eyes and
concentrated on the feeling as Sheila's thick, pulsing manhood shoved its way
into her moist slit, every vein and bump forcing her wider. Sheila placed
shaking hands on Izzy's hips and pulled her the last few inches onto hir,
unable to believe that the whole thing fit. Sheila slowly began to pump hir
hips, taking slow, short strokes at first, but then progressively moving up
to longer and longer thrusts as Izzy cooed and moaned. With every thrust,
Sheila got the hang of it more and in no time was taking deep, hard thrusts
that took hir almost our of Izzy completely before slamming the flat head of
hir cock into her cervix. Sheila grunted as shi rammed Izzy again and again
and Izzy bucked herself back against it, willing it to go deeper into her. As
their pleasures mounted, they ceased thinking, it was irrelevant, the only
necessity was to feel, to react, to let all other sensation fall away and
focus solely on the meeting of their bodies, the joined heat that set their
nerves on fire and riddled their brains with rapturous bliss. Sheila
continued to pound her cunt mercilessly, the pillar of rock-hard flesh making
an obscene squish every time it slammed into the dripping cunt, and her balls
slapped against Izzy's shapely butt in time with her thrusts. They both felt
their respective orgasms beginning to build as they continued to slam into
each other, fucking their brains out and not caring if it killed them. The
feeling kept getting stronger, the need for release more urgent. As the
ramming continued, they found the strength somewhere to speak. The dragoness
was first, feeling the imminent tug of her orgasm.
"Sheila, I'm about to cum," Izzy spoke through labored breaths.
"Me too," the herm responded, hir chest heaving from the effort.
"Let's do it together, and Sheila?"
"Yeah?"
"I love you."
And with one final push, they came. There was no experience on earth
that could have prepared them for that moment, where everything stopped, and
nothing mattered, just two young lovers pushing as hard as they could into
each other, willing themselves to become one with their partner. A golden
haze of rapture engulfed them, inescapable and complete, and their minds just
shut down for a moment to take a step back and appreciate the situation. They
collapsed to the floor, their bodies quaking as Sheila's cock pumped stream
after hot thick stream of seed into Izzy's grasping pussy. They laid on the
tile, barely conscious as they rode out the last waves of ecstasy. When all
was done, and quiet had been restored once more, they were able to whisper a
few final words to each other.
"Hey, Izzy?"
"Yeah?"
"I love you too."
With that, they fell asleep on the cold tile floor, their bodies
intertwined in a pool of their own love, together and complete for the first
time in their lives.