Companions Chapter 20: Confessions
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[Companions Chapter 20]
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WARNING! The following text contains explicit adult subject matter. It is not intended for anyone under the age of 18. If you are under the age of 18, then you must stop reading now. The author has taken steps to ensure that this story does not appear in any subject-inappropriate or age-inapropriate forum. This version has been posted with the author's permission to Yiffstar.com.
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* _COMPANIONS_
* by Evoquus
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* (c) Copyright 2002, 2003, Evoquus, All rights reserved.
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Rating: NC-17 for explicit sex: M/M, Human-Stallion-Mare, Anal, Oral
Chapter 20: Confessions
Rovaun hadn't mentioned which clinic he was at, but given that he was being treated for allergies, the concierge suggested the most likely one. I could have taken public transportation, but it was only twenty minutes away on foot, and I needed time to consider how to break the news to him.
"Husband, please forgive me..."
"Husband, I'm being blackmailed..."
"Husband, you know that I love you..."
Nothing sounded good when it ended with "...And I think I'm in love with him."
As it turned out, I should have taken the bus, because he was not at the clinic, nor at another clinic that the first clinic suggested I try next. I finally gave up and returned to our room, where I found Rovaun alone, silently crying to himself.
"Husband..."
There was another envelope on the floor, and another tape next to it. The blackmailers hadn't bothered to wait the full two hours. Rovaun now knew all of it, that I brought a total stranger to our honeymoon suite and didn't just fuck him, but made love to him, and then kissed him long enough to hold me over until the next time we could make love again.
"Husband,... I know what's on that tape..."
"How can you call me that?" he cried.
"Rovaun, please... I'm sorry. I still want you to be my Husband."
"Despite the fact that my marriage vow obviously means nothing!"
"Husband, your vow means EVERYTHING to me." He turned away, ashamed to look at me. "I love you, but I strayed. I had a dream. I let it get to me."
Sobering up, he turned back to me. "What dream?"
"Last night, I dreamt I had an affair with an Anthraun. This morning I met him, and one thing led to another, and now I'm being blackmailed. I guess they knew I wasn't going to pay them off, so they sent you the tape early. I was looking for you to tell you myself. I didn't want you to find out this way."
Hearing my confession changed Rovaun's emotional state for the better. "As punishment, let us watch the infidelity together as married Hipponaurs."
That was the last thing I wanted to do, and he knew it.
"Please, Husband. Don't make me watch it again. I just want to put this all behind us."
"Put the tape in," he insisted calmly, "then sit next to me."
I sighed and did as he demanded. Sitting by his side, I pushed the button on the remote and then watched the Hipponaur and Anthraun make love... but the Anthraun wasn't Josh, and the Hipponaur wasn't me. I couldn't believe my eyes - Rovaun was sixty-nining a very hot female Anthraun. His tongue expertly fucked her twat while she stretched her mouth around him. When he climaxed, her cheeks couldn't contain the volume that he released, so it sprayed out of both sides of her mouth, causing both of the them to laugh like two lovers having just discovered another thing they'll remember fondly about their First Time.
"You aren't the only one being blackmailed," he said, turning off the TV.
I stared at him, suddenly realizing what had happened.
"You had a dream too, didn't you."
He nodded.
"You weren't sick from dinner. You were sick from what that dream foretold."
"Yes, Companion. Both of our dreams were fabricated. The perpetrators knew of the honor at stake between two married Hipponaurs, and they linked with us in our sleep to induce the dreams."
"We were easy targets," I said, "arriving naked and throwing money around to get the honeymoon suite. It was obvious we were naive off-worlders with a lot of money to lose. Planting the dreams made the rip-off so much easier."
"I swear to Hipponaur that I shall never give credence to another dream for as long as I live!" he snorted.
"Are you sure you want to make that oath? That seems rather harsh..."
"It is too late. The oath is made, and now I feel liberated. You were right, Companion, from the day we first met. We only make our own destiny."
I looked down and sighed. If it was true that the dreams were fake, then that meant that Josh had been in on it since the very beginning. He must have planted the dream himself.
"I really liked him," I confessed. "He was cute and sexy, and a lot of fun. He played me perfectly."
"I, too, had a similar experience. These people are professionals."
"But it was so real, Rovaun, I didn't just want to have sex with him - I wanted to MATE with him. I almost told him I loved him."
"He probably employed some form of empathetic link to make you feel that way. How do you feel about him, now?"
"You'd think I'd hate his guts, but I don't. Maybe I'm still in denial and I'll hate him tomorrow. I'm mostly just disappointed that it was all a scam, because I was considering introducing him to you and maybe working something out between us."
Rovaun snickered and shook his head.
"Yes, I'm a slut."
"No more so than I."
"I'll forgive you if you forgive me."
"Done," he said, kissing me.
"But there is more to consider here," he said. "Our honor among Hipponaurs is in serious jeopardy if this gets out."
"Our honor on this planet is hosed, but it's still virgin back home, and no one is allowed to visit there but us. I think we'll be okay, but if someone finds out, you know what I say? Fuck 'em - it's none of their business. Our REAL friends will stick by us."
"I agree," he smiled. "It is none of their business. I am not so sure that we should fuck them, though. That is what got us into this mess."
I rewound the tape and started playing it from the beginning.
"Please do not humiliate me anymore," snorted my mate.
"Husband, that is not my intention. I just want to watch you in action again."
He was uncomfortable with it, but let me watch anyway.
"What's her name?"
"Yvette."
"Nice tits. Nicer ass."
"Yes," Rovaun sighed, "they were."
I watched them kiss passionately in Yvette's room, then Rovaun sucked her nipples while she winked at the camera above her.
"Husband, I'm getting really turned on by this."
"Why does that not surprise me?"
I looked at him with new resolve. "You know what I want to do? Turn the tables on them!"
"Hmm?"
"The camera is still up there. Let's show them they haven't won by doing it like the tape in real time. Doesn't that sound like fun? You can even call me Yvette."
He grinned and shook his head at my insane proposal, then said, "Yvette, I would love to eat your glistening Anthraun pussy again."
"It's wet, willing, and waiting for you, Rov... uh, what's your name?"
"Magnus."
"That fits you. Okay, my poor emaciated Magnus, dinner is served."
I lifted my tail for him, and he started in on the main course while I watched him do the same to the buxom Anthraun on TV. His tongue and my clitoris danced a minuet for a while, and then he continued burrowing deeper, nearly drowning in all of the love juice my climaxes squeezed out. When it was time to change positions, he paused the tape to take a breather and analyze a new flavor.
"This Anthraun of yours is quite delicious."
"Oh shit... I forgot to warn you about that. I can wash him out..."
"You need not do so on my account, Companion. I was not being facetious. I find his flavor very interesting, neither equine nor human, yet there is a definite suggestion of both. Enticing and extremely erotic."
"Then let's see if I can muster up some more of him."
Shianna had been able to squeeze out Rovaun's seed for me. I just needed to find the right muscles to do the same for Magnus. It turned out to be not that difficult, and soon he was lapping up the rest of my Anthraun's deposit as it oozed out.
"Hey, save some for me, Lover."
"Come and get it."
I turned and kissed him, stealing some of the harvest out of his mouth.
"And now for the camera."
Opening wide, I stuck out my tongue to reveal the viscous seed connecting between us. The seed that should have torn us apart, now held us together. I brought my mouth back to my TRUE lover, and the camera could not deny it.
"Magnus, I think you're a nice guy, but I must tell you I'm in love with someone else."
"Oh, say it isn't so, Yvette."
"He's big and beautiful and sexy and funny and sexy and studly and did I mention sexy? It's a good thing I married him."
"I, too, am in love with someone else, Yvette... Although I might like to meet this delicious Anthraun friend of yours."
"Very funny. Hey, would you like to see him... and me?"
"Thank you for not making me beg."
I put on the tape of my sex romp with Josh, then cuddled with my husband while he watched with his own voyeuristic fascination. It didn't take long for Rovaun's dick to pop out, proving that my video had the same effect on him as his did on me. I fellated him just like on the tape, except that I couldn't reach his ass with my tongue while everything else was in my mouth. It turned out to be a moot point, because he blew his load before I had a chance to release him.
"Sorry," he said sheepishly.
"Quite all right, Lover. We just need to rehearse more."
We watched the rest of the tape while he remained firmly lodged in my throat refusing to deflate. During the uncomfortably long kiss good-bye, he nuzzled my neck tenderly, cooing, "I love you, Companion, forever and always" until the tape ran out, and then for several minutes more.
"I was afraid you would find the end disturbing."
"Why is that, Companion? I know how much you enjoy kissing equines."
"It's just that it looked like I was enjoying it too much."
"More than what you are enjoying now?"
"Impossible!" I snickered, making a smooching noise while my mouth and throat remained fully occupied.
"That's my slut," he smiled, nuzzling me some more.
He whickered to calm himself down which allowed me to disengage and cuddle up to him again.
"Any regrets?" he asked.
"I don't know. It depends on whether you love me more or less than you did yesterday."
"Companion, if anyone should be worried about that, it is me. I am the one who should have been able to resist temptation."
"But Husband, I am SO glad you succumbed, too. It makes sharing the guilt that much easier."
"I have to agree with you. We are both shameful sluts."
"That's better than being shameless sluts."
We held each other quietly, and both knew that our fledgling marriage would not only survive this little speed bump, but thrive in spite of it.
"You know what, Husband, let's start over. Let's check into a new hotel and pretend today never happened. Heck, we're in Las Vegas, let's even get married again and renew our vows."
"But our credit is only valid at this hotel."
"I doubt it. The concierge is paid to say that. In my Las Vegas, the casinos all honored each other's chips. We could cash out and pay that way."
"I WOULD like to have a fresh start with you, Companion, but we should first secure other accommodations before checking out."
We left Casino Pegasus and wandered into the neighboring Hilton where I had hidden in the bathroom earlier. At the front desk, a human woman greeted us.
"Do you have a honeymoon suite available for the next five days?"
"Yes ma'am," she said, "Thirty-five hundred per night. Are you on your honeymoon?"
I cuddled my husband. "The first of many!"
"Congratulations to the both of you," she said cheerfully, then noted our necklaces. "Will you be paying with cash or credit?"
"Um... can we use our Pegasus credit line?"
"Yes you can, but there will be a twenty percent service charge."
"That will be adequate," said Rovaun proudly, making the decision final.
She scanned his necklace which interlinked with their own computer system without any trouble.
"You're all set. Have an enjoyable stay."
"That was too easy," said Rovaun cynically, as we left to check out of the Pegasus.
"Yeah, Destiny has a card up her sleeve again."
Destiny didn't wait long to play her cards, for when we turned the corner, there was my Anthraun lover, working out a deal with a human tourist. He cooled it when he caught the eye of a strolling cop. Rovaun saw him too, but his reaction was not what I had expected. He ogled him like a banana split.
"Companion, were you serious about wanting to work something out between your Anthraun friend and the two of us?"
"My goodness, once you've tasted something you like, there's no stopping you, is there."
"You could stop me, just say so."
"You know full well I wouldn't dream of getting between you and your next dessert. Promise to share, okay?" We both made our way over to our cream puff.
"Josh, how wonderful to see you again," I said with a polite smile.
At the sight of me the Anthraun froze in terror, then turned to flee but saw the cop taking an interest in him as well. The human tourist did not wait to find out what was going to happen next and quickly found another place to be. This enabled Rovaun and I to corner him in a friendly and intimidating manner.
"I'd like you to meet my husband, Magnus."
"H... How do you do?"
"Fine, and you?" said Rovaun, non-threateningly.
"Uh..." He looked at the cop, hoping he would intervene if things got violent, but he just watched with amusement.
"We would like to hire you again," said Rovaun.
"What?" he said, completely confused. The cop's ears perked up, too. Unlicensed prostitution on the streets was still illegal.
"Your video services - we want you to videotape our wedding," he said.
"Oh," said Josh, forcing an uncomfortable smile. The cop, suddenly losing interest, continued his beat.
"To be precise, not so much the wedding as the prenuptial," I whispered. "And you're invited."
He looked back and forth between us and shook his head. "I don't buy it."
"Josh," I said sincerely, "there are no hard feelings, just the opposite. We LOVE the videos, and we want to make another one. Magnus, here, got a little taste of what you left behind in my behind, and apparently he has become quite smitten with you. And frankly, I could go for seconds... perhaps thirds... maybe even fourths."
Suddenly thinking more of business than his well-being, Josh looked Rovaun over very thoroughly, and I could tell he liked what he saw.
"A thousand per hour per participant."
"You aren't getting a dime out of us," I said. "You'll do it because you want to. But I'll pay you a reasonable fee for the video tape, say, two hundred bucks."
He was incredulous. Evidently everything he knew about Hipponaurs was wrong. "Are you two really married?"
"Yes, blissfully. What you and Yvette did to us didn't change that, fortunately. And we both had a really great time, which is what honeymooning is all about, so whaddaya say?"
"I say five hundred."
"Two fifty, and not a penny more."
"Three hundred."
"Done. And just so you know we're sincere..."
I kissed him again, just as before, long, wet, and passionate. I realized two things at that moment. One: he HAD linked empathetically with me earlier, because he wasn't doing it now, and I could easily tell the difference. And two: It made no difference. God help me, I felt the same way about him. His soul and my soul were kissing.
"Save some for me," said Rovaun.
"Get a room," said the cop coming back, so we did.
The first moments inside the suite were awkward. Josh looked up at the camera then to me.
"Are we rolling?" I asked.
"Twenty-four seven," he said, while pretending to silently nuzzle me. "I'm not supposed to reveal the details to the clientele. The hotel has me on retainer. They pay my salary but keep the big scores for themselves."
"But they didn't score today, and they won't be scoring now," I said.
"I know. They know I'm here. I'll just pay them the standard fee out of my own pocket."
"For this? Two thousand per hour?"
He looked at me tenderly. "The standard fee is a little less. And anyway, I'm not that good an actor, Celica. This morning was one of the best times I've ever had." He glanced at Rovaun. "This evening looks to be even better. I make good money. There are worse ways to lose it."
"So tell me," I said, "that bit about you and Celica being an item several years ago, was that for real?"
He smiled and caressed my face.
"Celica was the love of my life, once, but you were right about her from the beginning. She was a hot black Japanese import, the best car I ever had. I'll be honest with you though, you are a hot little ride yourself. If anyone deserved to be called Celica, it's you."
Rovaun whickered softly, feeling a bit left out.
"How do you feel about a red Mercedes?" I said, leading him over to my husband.
The two pairs of stallion eyes met nervously at first, but then made a connection.
"A Mercedes has... a lot of horse power," he said, enraptured by Rovaun.
They nuzzled, then kissed deeply, dispelling all pretense of anything sinister being afoot. However, it didn't last long. Rovaun broke the kiss, then stepped back, seeming somewhat befuddled.
"Something isn't right," he said. "This feels too... clinical."
The Anthraun glanced at me, then bit his lip.
"Is it because I'm here?" I asked. "There's no adulterous thrill this time."
"I do not think that was it, Companion. I was not thrilled about being adulterous this morning, but I was definitely in the mood."
"Josh," I said, "did you empathetically link with me when we made love?"
He looked down silently, and then sighed. "Who was it that said there were no stupid questions, just stupid answers? If I were to answer that question with anything other than 'No,' especially on camera, that would be a stupid answer."
He looked up at me expressing a non-verbal "Dig it?" and I nodded.
"Then we retract the question," said Rovaun. "I wish, however," he said sincerely to the Anthraun, "that I could somehow recapture that mood."
Josh raised his head, and for a moment he seemed terribly sad and pathetic, but in the next moment, he was the most wonderful being on the planet. He was attractive and sexy, funny and delightful, a prize for only the luckiest to own. I wanted him so badly, but Rovaun got to him first. He kissed the Anthraun so passionately that there was no room for me to squeeze in, and I found myself rapidly resenting my mate's monopolization of the affair.
"You have an uncanny talent," moaned Rovaun.
The Anthraun didn't respond. He knew he possessed a rare and profitable gift/curse that could get him any date he wanted. And he hated it.
"Josh," I said, terribly frustrated, "is there any way you can focus your attention entirely on Magnus for now?"
He nodded while fending off the attacking stallion's voracious lips. Gratefully, I found myself suddenly able to detach and watch with morbid fascination how my husband handled the emotional mindfuck. He was putty in Josh's hands.
"Easy, there... easy now, Magnus," said Josh, to calm him down.
Rovaun let go and nuzzled him.
"I apologize," he said. "I am often over-eager with my First Time."
"That's okay, Magnus," he said, massaging his mane.
"My name is Rovaun," he said, kissing the Anthraun's shoulder.
Josh glanced at me, uncomfortably. I'm pretty sure I returned the same look.
"I'd prefer to call you 'Magnus,' if that's okay with you."
Rovaun continued to nuzzle him. "It is fine with me, Companion."
I stifled a gasp. The comment slipped past both Josh and Rovaun, but it stuck in me like an arrow through my heart. Relationships had turned on incidents like this, when one lover yelled out the wrong name in the throes of passion. This was different, though - he blurted out MY name. I should have been flattered, but I wasn't. He didn't say "Danny," he said "Companion," the most affectionate word in his vocabulary. No matter how much I dismissed it as the link talking, the pain in my heart still lingered. I should have stopped it right there, but I didn't, and I couldn't imagine how I would have reacted if Josh had still been linking with me at the time.
Rovaun nipped at the Anthraun's shirt and pulled it up over his head, then tenderly nuzzled his bare fuzzy chest. I half-expected to see a tattoo there, given the odd feeling of detached deja vu, for that was where he often nuzzled me when I was human. I still felt resentful, but he was enjoying himself so much that I chose not to interfere. He wanted the Anthraun BAD, and Josh enjoyed the attention, even though he knew it was mostly artificial. I should have been turned on to see my husband so passionate like this, just like I was when I watched him with Yvette, but instead, I felt him slipping away from me. With powerful equine lust, he snorted his desire for something more now, but what he asked for took us both by surprise.
"Josh, could you please step into the hall just for a few minutes."
"You want me to go outside? Is something wrong?" He looked at me for a clue, but I had none.
"Just for a few minutes please... Go now."
"Okay, okay," he said closing the door behind him.
"Companion," he said anxiously to me, "It has been so long since I last experienced you naked as... you know. The camera won't see you. Please..."
I didn't know what was going on. For some reason he needed to see me as human, so I stepped out of my body, and he whinnied with joy.
"There you are," he cried, hugging and sniffing and licking me just like Parceph did to Jeremiah.
"What is it, Husband?" I said, hugging him back, confused, yet very much enjoying this turn of events.
"Nothing," he cried, "I just felt like I needed the real you right now."
He continued to kiss and hug me, and I wondered if this was some side effect of Josh's link, but it was so wonderful that I preferred not to know, just in case it was.
"I am so glad you can still be human for me," he whickered.
"Me too, Husband."
He gazed at me warmly. "I AM your husband," he declared, "and you are mine. I did not marry a Hipponaur. I married a man - the most amazing man I have ever known. This town, this place, these beings are surreal, but not you. You and I are real, and I love you, Companion, forever and always."
"My God, Rovaun, you're right." I hugged him tight. "This may be virtual, but it is more real than anything else in this town. I love you, too, Husband, forever and always."
Rovaun had been struggling all day with reality and dreams. To recover from his disorientation, he turned to the only unequivocal thing in his life... his love for me. He nuzzled my tattoo while I scritched his mane, and both of us reaffirmed who was number one in our lives.
"Thank you, Husband," I said, kissing him. "I had no idea how much I also needed you, right now. This place was getting to me, too. I was losing my way, but I know where I am, now. I'm with my Rocky. Rocky my rock."
"I was worried you might become a little jealous again, like when Shianna had messed with you."
"I did become a little jealous... okay a lot."
"Then we must discontinue this encounter with Josh."
"No... that is, I still want to do it if you do. When you kicked him out of the room to be with me, I couldn't believe it. The whole time you were still thinking of me."
"Who else would I be thinking of?" smiled my big beautiful mate.
"I'm sorry I ever doubted you. When you called him 'Companion' I thought... It doesn't matter. What matters is that you really didn't call him 'Companion,' you called ME 'Companion.'"
"It was not an intentional slip."
"Of course not, you big lovable equine. Now be honest with me. Do you still want to play with Josh?"
"Honestly - yes, but only if you want..."
"The only thing I want, is to sit back and watch you two have the best time money won't buy."
He twinkled at me. "Experience it with me, Companion."
"Okay. You can link with me if you want."
"I want more than that. I miss you. Merge with me. I'll keep an eye on your body."
I kissed him again. "I love this plan."
I positioned my Hipponaur body on a large recliner in the corner to make it look like I was a passive observer, then stepped out of the mare and into my stallion.
"Hello, again," I said to my husband, admiring my body in the full length mirror on the wall.
"Hello, Companion," he said warmly. "It is so wonderful to feel you here with me."
"It's great to be here, Husband. I'd forgotten how good your body feels, especially... Hello huge lengthening stallion dick. Hello huge hanging stallion balls."
"Shall we put them to good use?"
"We shall."
"Everything okay?" asked Josh, looking in as we opened the door.
"Everything is perfect," said Rovaun. "Come in. There will be no further need for any mood enhancement. There is plenty of steam in here already."
"Good," said Josh, as he entered. "I was starting to get a headache. Is she okay?" he asked, showing some concern for my shell in the corner.
"My wife prefers to watch. Are you up to the challenge of entertaining her?"
The Anthraun saw our erection and dropped his jaw.
"Oh my G... Please don't kill me with that thing."
"That is not my intention. Do you want it?"
"Ohhh,... yes!" he said, ripping off his shorts.
"I am not familiar with Anthraun physiology. I do not wish to harm you."
"Leave that to me," he said, licking his lips.
He disappeared underneath us, then ran his hot equine tongue all along our shaft.
"Are you feeling this Companion?" Rovaun said silently to me.
"Every delicious nerve ending," I replied.
The Anthraun wetly salivated over us, moaning and slurping on the tasty horseflesh, then got up and supported himself on the edge of the bed. Lifting his tail, he turned to us.
"Lube me up, please. As much spit as you can produce. It might help to imagine biting into a lemon."
"Or biting into an Anthraun."
We started with his balls, just because Rovaun hadn't tasted them yet, then we moved up to dessert, loosening his eager hole and preparing him for what was to come next.
"Okay," he said. "Position yourself behind me, but for God's sake, let me do all the work."
We did as requested, straddling him with front hooves on the bed. Our cock pressed into his hole, and he slowly slid down over it.
"Oh fucking-A," he gasped, as he engulfed much more than I had expected he could. He stopped about halfway and held his position.
"How are you doing?" asked Rovaun.
"Fan-fucking-tastic!" he replied. "I've had Anthraun cock before, but nothing like this. Whatever you do, don't go wild on me right now."
"Fortunately for you, you are not human. Otherwise, I just might."
The Anthraun chuckled, possibly aware of Varyl's Primitive, but I couldn't see how he might have known about it. He glanced at my body in the corner.
"Here comes the main event, Celica. Hope you enjoy it."
Sliding up and down, he rode our cock, slowly at first but gaining momentum. We couldn't help but thrust a little with his pace, not enough to harm him, and more than enough to make us all snort with delight. I had experienced Rovaun fucking me through a link, but this was the real thing. I was the stallion, now. I was doing the fucking. It was my cock buried in the Anthraun. It was my willpower that resisted running him through with my lance. I was in Heaven once again.
While he rode us, his own impressive cock humped the edge of the bed.
"I'm... not... going... to last... much... longer... Holy... shit!... How big... is your... flare?"
"Big."
He shortened his ride, positioning our crown on his prostate, concentrating the rapid stimulation where it would do the most damage. In a few seconds he covered the bed with his spray, and his contractions milked our own stallion flood, thoroughly irrigating his bowels.
He collapsed onto his forearms and chin to catch his breath. Rovaun brought our head down to nuzzle his cheek and begin the long arduous task of recovering the considerable amount of delectable Anthraun essence that had pooled on the scotch-guarded bed spread. I liked his flavor, but Rovaun was completely gaga over it.
"Geez, Husband," I said silently, "you'd think his cum tasted better than mine."
"It does."
"Rovaun!"
"That does not mean I want to marry him, Companion. And to put things in perspective, if there were also a banana split in the toilet, that's where my head would be right now."
"I see," I chuckled. "You know, I might be able to alter the flavor of my cum to be more like Josh's."
"No, Companion. I like your flavor just the way it is, even though I like Josh's a little more."
"Thank you for sharing him with me. I love being a stallion."
"Anytime, Companion. You should visit more often, but perhaps it would be best if you returned to your body. Can you do so undetected?"
"Yeah. Bye for now. Love you."
My soul drifted invisibly back to the dormant Hipponaur and brought it to life.
"Bravo," I said to the two of them.
"Glad you liked it, Cellie," wheezed the Anthraun.
"Perhaps more than you know."
"Oh, I know you two were linking. I'm not an idiot."
"And how are you doing, my large furry biped?"
"The evidence is on the bed, Babe... well, it was anyway. I'm kind of stuck, though. Magnus is very... Magnus!"
"He is," I laughed. "And you're going to be stuck to him as long as you continue to be so HOT!"
He giggled into the bed spread. "I have ways of making myself less attractive."
"Please don't," said Rovaun. I want to end this excellent encounter on a high note."
The Anthraun looked up. "What do you mean end it?" Then he turned to me. "Aren't I spending the night with you?"
"I don't think so, Josh," I said.
"Aw, come on. I've got plenty more to offer, and I barely even touched you tonight, Cellie. Please let me stay. I'm never going to get an opportunity like this again - two gorgeous married Hipponaurs - it just doesn't happen."
"There is a reason for that," said Rovaun, smiling at me.
"Please... I'll give you the video as a wedding present. Let's just keep making it."
"What do you think, Husband? Someone so cute, so tasty and so desperate to sleep with us?"
"We would be foolish to look this gift horse-man in the mouth."
"But we aren't going to be sleeping here tonight."
"What!? You guys are checking out?"
"'Fraid so, Josh."
"Damn! Well, how about at least another hour, then dinner's on me."
"That is very generous."
"You've got a deal."
"Great! Now all you have to do, Magnus, is let me go."
"Easier said than done, I'm afraid."
"Hmm, okay I'll do it myself."
So eager to pack as much sex into the next hour as possible, he pulled himself off of Rovaun's trombone, screaming when the bell emerged with a lot of gism and a trickle of blood.
"Help me out someone?" he pleaded, sticking his ass in the air.
I couldn't resist such a tasty pose, and was upon him licking his wound clean. When the blood flow stopped, I turned my attention to my mate, licking him clean as well.
"Husband, I still think you taste better than Josh."
"How lucky for me, then," Rovaun smiled, "and for you."
With the bleeding contained, the sex continued. Josh had marvelous stamina, and the both of them concentrated the entire hour on me, trying to see how many times I could cum. Josh fucked me from behind while my husband kissed me in front, making it easy to imagine that Rovaun was on both ends. With his tongue in my mouth, my husband whispered the naughtiest things, which found a direct path to my clitoris. I must have averaged an orgasm a minute.
A couple of times, Tattoo greeted his Daddy, which always gave me a start. Rovaun replied to him every time, never once considering that Tattoo might not have been saying hello to the Daddy on my front end.
"The hour is nearly up, Josh" said Rovaun. "Time for the grand finale."
"Which is?"
"In her ass."
"Careful..." I said. "Make sure you hold onto something."
Josh grabbed hold of my tail, then carefully pulled out and went right back into the neighboring tunnel, and had the ride of his life. Rovaun threw his weight onto my back so that Josh would have a prayer of staying on this bucking bronckette as her climaxes came three seconds apart. The stallions never laughed so hard, and I found myself laughing hysterically too, but after three minutes of exquisite sexual rapture, I begged for mercy, and my considerate lovers conceded.
"Thanks," I said, exhausted, laying face down and spread-eagle on the bed.
"Wow!" chuckled Josh. "Do I ever envy YOU!"
"So do I, Companion. I can only imagine what that must be like."
"I'll link with you next time you do it to me."
"Not a good idea," he grinned, "then there would be no way of stopping."
"Good point."
"Just don't let it take over your life," said Josh, "Or let it define you. You are much more than that, Cellie."
I got up and gave Josh a hug. "And you are much more than your remarkable abilities, too, Josh."
He sighed. "It's too late for me."
"Nonsense!"
"I signed a very long contract with the Devil. This place owns me. I'm doing okay, and I like most of what I do."
"Even the blackmail?"
"No. I hated doing that to you. I'm so glad you didn't pay it, and I already destroyed the originals. It couldn't have worked out any better, thank goodness."
"I happen to know the Devil," I said. "I might be able to help you escape your contract."
"Companion, as fond as I am of this Anthraun, you cannot bring home every stray kitten you find. And you may have already used up all favors that the Devil has allowed you. Recall that we were supposed to be in Oahu."
"You're right, Husband. I'd love to bring him home with us, but he'd probably just head right back to Las Vegas - and be a megahit."
Josh smiled his handsome smile, but it was bittersweet. "Are you two leaving town?"
"I don't think so. Just sampling different accommodations."
"Then I might see you again."
"Maybe. Every day is a new adventure for us, so no promises."
"Great! Well if you need a guide or anything, you can reach me at the front desk. You'll have to pay for any official services, of course..."
"Of course."
"And anything outside the hotel during off hours is strictly pro boner."
"No promises, but I hope we see you again."
He got dressed and hugged us making an Anthraun sandwich, which I very much enjoyed being on the other end of for a change.
"Have a great honeymoon, and please come back and visit."
"If we can."
"The buffet is on me, just announce yourselves as Celica and Magnus, and your video should be ready at the front desk by the time you finish."
"That is terribly generous of you."
"Nah, not really. I'm keeping THAT original for myself. The final act is dynamite!"
"In that case, I hope you get a good price on ebay."
He kissed us both, then sighed with another bittersweet smile before leaving us to ourselves.
"Well, Husband, I've worked up an appetite. How about you?"
"Yes, Companion," he said, nuzzling me. "One appetite sated, another to go."
"Join me for all-you-can-eat dessert?"
"I think I shall eat more sensibly tonight. The pizza smelled interesting."
"How many pizzas can two hungry horses eat, do you suppose?"
"Let us not count them."
We dined on pizzas with respectable salads and plenty of fresh veggies to ease our collective gluttonous conscience, but of course we saved room for an extra large banana split for each of us.
"I am going to miss this buffet," said my mate.
"Me too, but we'll always remember it."
"That is not the same as actually experiencing it."
"I know, but it's pretty darn close. Remember your first virtual cinnamon roll? You couldn't get enough of it when all you had to compare it to was grass."
"It was sharing it that made it so special," he twinkled.
I got up and brought over a large empty salad bowl, then dumped both of our sundaes into it.
"What are you doing?"
"Making it special."
We sat side-by-side with our noses in the ice cream, sharing different flavors and licking each other's lips.
"Have I told you I love you, Companion?"
"Not during this course."
"Shame on me."
Licking up the last remnants of ice cream from the same bowl inevitably led to more mutual horsey kissing. Other patrons giggled at our affectionate display, but then ended up kissing their own dates as a result. If our presence on this planet caused just one other kiss to occur, then we made this world a better place.
After dinner, we brought our things down to the lobby. The concierge was extremely disappointed that we checked out of the Pegasus early, but could do nothing about it other than charge us for one extra day. We had loads of credit left, so that was no problem, plus the Hilton was nearly a third of the rate.
A package addressed to "My Favorite Newlyweds" waited patiently for us at the front desk. I looked to my Rovaun with puppydog eyes and pleaded, "Can't I keep him, puleeeeeze."
"No."
"I promise I'll take care of him and feed him and walk him and fuck him."
"Maybe if we are nice to Mourne, he will let us visit him again some day."
"You liked him too, didn't you."
"Very much so. Once we broke the ice, I was more comfortable with him than with Parceph."
"What about Bacchus?"
"Yes, even Bacchus," he snorted.
"Okay, I'll stop being annoying."
"I'd appreciate that."
The Hilton's honeymoon suite was arranged differently than the Pegasus', but it was essentially the same comfortable accommodations. A good financial move, for what that was worth.
"Shall we watch the video in the hot tub?"
"Let's."
Rovaun got in the tub while I put on the video, which had already been cued up to a certain spot on the tape. In the envelope Josh left a note that read, "Who's the human? And why did you hog him all to yourself, Magnus? [smiley face] Have a great honeymoon. Very sincerely yours, Josh."
"I think the camera saw me, Rovaun," I said, playing the tape. And there I was in my naked human glory, hugging and kissing my stallion.
"Interesting," he said. "Either you have evolved toward more reality, or the technology in this world is somehow more sensitive to your virtual emanation."
I rewound the tape to the part where I emerged from my body, and fortunately, the camera angle was obscured so that it wasn't clear where I had actually appeared from. For all anyone knew, I could have crawled out from under the bed. The same was true when I merged back into it. Keeping my virtual talents a secret still seemed to be the most prudent thing to do, especially in this city. For now, my secret was safe.
I rewound the tape to the beginning then joined my husband in a soak.
"Do you suppose we're being watched now?" I asked.
"It would not surprise me. I fear I may have to wait longer than I would like to see my favorite naked human again."
"My poor husband. Maybe he'll pop up some day."
I popped up out of the water, pretending to be gasping for air, playing for any watchful hidden camera that might be present.
"How long have you been down there?" grinned Rovaun, playing along.
"For about thirty inches," I said, attempting to give him a virtual hickey.
"Don't mind us, dear," he said to the vacated mare, then pulled me back under the surface with him.
"Hipponaurs can hold their breath longer than you might expect," said my mate, locking his lips to mine.
"Virtual humans can hold their breath even longer."
"I would not be so sure about that. Not the way you are evolving."
He was almost right. After a minute under water I was nearly in a panic, but with considerable concentration, I could override my perceived need for virtual air and easily outlast my opponent. He smiled proudly at me as I resurfaced, and all I could do was put my arms around him and hold my head against his shoulder. It's all I ever wanted to do, to hold my stallion, to love him, and to share my life with him. This was another perfect moment.
When it was time to get out, I ducked under the water to merge into my Hipponaur self again, then toweled off as a horse.
"Did you have fun with your little human slut?" I said, feigning jealousy.
"He is twice the man you'll ever be, you Bitch," replied my husband.
"Oh, you're such a brute. Kiss me."
If anyone was watching us, they probably dug a hole into their head scratching it.
We lay down together in each other's arms on the big comfy bed.
"What do you want to do tomorrow?" I nuzzled.
"Fuck you."
"Hee-hee-hee, those two words never sounded so sexy."
He sighed contentedly, then kissed me good night. "Happy honeymoon, My Love."
"Same to you. Sweet dreams."
I had a sweet dream. His name was Mike. An attractive twenty-four year old married man who was a long way from home. He met me in the Hilton's gift shop and complimented me as being the most sophisticated mare he had ever seen. I took his compliment well, and asked him how many other mares he had known. The young man had never been with one, but had always wondered what it would be like. I told him what an interesting coincidence it was that I had often wondered the very same thing about attractive young men. We indulged each other's curiosity in his room, dismissing it not as adultery, but as an education in worldliness. He was astounded that I could make myself tighter than his wife, and that mares were much more muscularly talented than women with respect to pleasing their mates. When he felt my clitoris make love to him, he jokingly cursed my husband in envy. After our appetites had been mutually satisfied, I thanked him for a lovely time with a tender hug and a kiss, cherishing the gift he left behind, and promising myself to name it after him, if it's destiny was life.
When I awoke, Rovaun was watching me with amusement.
"How was it?" he asked.
"Hot."
"Not as hot as mine."
"Another hotel, another con. I'll show you mine if you show me yours."
He played only a few seconds of his dream, but I got the idea. He was on his back with two female Anthrauns kissing each other while they both rode him, one on his dick, the other on his tongue.
"Identical twin Barbies. Very hot, you Playcolt." I nuzzled him then introduced him to Mike.
"You have yourself a very good looking human."
"Yeah, but I wonder if he's bi. It might be fun to watch him and my human valet, Donny, play Naked Twister."
"I thought the plan was to renew our vows today and start with a clean slate."
"Husband," I said lovingly with my arms around him, "actions speak louder than words. You already renewed your vow last night, remember? By booting Josh out in the heat of passion, you could not have been more true to me. Your vow means more now than it did on our wedding day. And I vow to love you forever."
Seeing right through me, he kissed me and smiled. "I do not feel like renewing our vows yet, either."
"You've got Barbies on the brain."
"I do not deny it."
"Well, Hubby, as far as sight-seeing goes, I think we're seeing a lot more than most other schmoes."
"I must admit I am really enjoying this honeymoon," he nuzzled.
"Okay, so, what do you say we get some breakfast, then split up and you go do the twins and I'll do Mike, then meet back here for a nooner and compare notes?"
"An evil plan. Count me in."
We headed down for a light breakfast, after which we kissed each other for luck and went our separate sleazy ways.
When I returned to the room after my dirty deed, Rovaun was already there reclining on the bed, sporting a massive hard-on while watching his blackmail video.
"It is official, Companion," he snickered. "I have been demoted from shameful to shameless."
I joined him on the bed watching him have two hot times in one hot town.
"It's time to play Double Jeopardy!"
"I wish you had a twin," he said.
"I do."
I climbed on top of him, and sat on his cock as Barbie #1, then emerged from under the covers and sat on his face as Barbie #2. He whinnied with delight and burrowed his tongue into my virtual ass while grinding into my equine one.
"Companion," he said while tonguing me, "there is REAL human semen in your virtual colon."
"That's interesting. I wonder where it goes when I'm not virtual. How does Mike taste?"
"Not bad, but you taste better."
"Let me taste him."
I climbed off his face and shoved my tongue into his mouth. At first, Mike just tasted like generic human cum, but I wasn't really tasting it, so I transferred it to my equine tongue, and his flavor came alive.
"Wow. I taste BETTER than this? No wonder you love me so much."
"It is no wonder at all. Now sit your ass back down on my face."
"I can never hear those words often enough."
We made love for an hour, then went to lunch. My blackmail video was waiting for me when we came back, so we made love some more to Mike's passionate serenade. My encounter with the attractive and sexy Mike had been pleasant, but I felt nothing for him emotionally. Perhaps it was my renewed faith in Rovaun that enabled me to resist any emotional attachment to Mike. Or perhaps because I insisted he fuck my virtual body instead of my real one that I didn't feel the desire to become pregnant with his love child. Or perhaps I just didn't like him that much. Whatever the reason, it was a relief to know that I could walk away and not wonder if I was in love with every thing I laid. But then there was Josh... why had my feelings for him not changed?
"This video blows. Can I put on the one we made last night?"
"Please do. It is my favorite as well, Companion."
I didn't tell him why I really wanted to see it. I held my husband and loved him, emulating some of the motions on the tape, but my heart wasn't focussed entirely on Rovaun. I imagined the horsemeat I throated was not Hipponaur, but Anthraun. With my Josh's cock in my mouth, I found solace and warmth, peace and love, and sooner than expected, an exceptional dose of semen.
"My, Companion! Which one of these video sluts taught you that?"
"Not sure, Husband. I just found some inspiration somewhere. Glad you liked it."
He whickered his appreciation, and I looked up into his loving eyes. Suddenly, he was real to me again.
"Turn off the tape," I said. "Who needs it?"
We spent the rest of the afternoon in each other's arms, and very much in love. At a particularly tender moment, we sat together as man and stallion on the couch. I stroked his chest while gazing into equine eyes that smiled back at me with so much love.
"Any doubts about us?" I asked.
"Zero."
He noted my anxiety as I looked down, and then he confessed my sin for me.
"Companion," he said lovingly. "I know the turmoil you feel inside. You have strong feelings for the Anthraun."
I looked at him sadly, knowing how much this must hurt him, but he continued to smile at me sympathetically.
"Your feelings for him are not baseless. I, too, find something intangible about him, and I do not believe he is manipulating us."
"He's all I can think about," I said looking down again.
"You are wondering if you could be falling in love with him."
"Yes," I said quietly, "I am wondering."
"He does not have quite the same effect on me. But I understand your feelings. I will not say I approve of them, but your feelings are your feelings, and I cannot deny them. I will let you decide, Companion. Go to him with my blessing and do whatever it takes to sort out your feelings."
"My God, Husband, what have I done to deserve you?"
I hugged him close, listening to the pulse in his neck.
"You still have zero doubts about us."
"Absolute zero. I know you will come back to me, Companion."
"If you love something, set it free," I whispered sadly.
"As the sappy saying goes."
I looked up at him, warmly, then punched him in the shoulder. "How can I possibly go now, you prick. Stop being so nice to me."
"I am not about to shove you into his arms," he chuckled.
"No, but if you REALLY loved me, you'd do something to piss me off so that I could storm out in good conscience."
"I guess I don't love you that much. And by not pissing you off, I get to hold you some more. You may call me 'Josh' if you like."
"Husband," I said, kissing him tenderly, "Who's Josh?"
[End of _COMPANIONS_ Chapter 20: Confessions]
[Next in series: Chapter 21: Josh]