Monstrous Lust: Return of the Forest...

Monstrous Lust: Return of the Forest Stud

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Kalina was a ranch hand on the only ranch in the country that employed just woman in the late nineteenth century. Her boss, Ms. Rose, is a powerful and influential woman who she admired deeply. She is also a storyteller who likes to tell strange tales full of taboo lust and fantasy. Who knew that there was some truth to her tall-tales. Because Kalina’s world is about to be turned upside down when an old friend of Rose’s returns. The only problem is he isn’t human, but is an ancient forest spirit come to gather himself a new herd of mares for his enjoyment.

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‘Long
ago I met him here on this mountain,’ Rose began her tale.

'He
was the most handsome stallion with a coat and mane as black as the mountain’s
shadow caste by a full moon. I never saw a stallion as brave, strong or as
intelligent as he was. He would only appear at night, or when the evening light
began to wane. Which made it very hard to see him if you did not know what you
were looking for. But I had claimed this wilderness as mine, and that meant I
too would claim this beast. So every night I would attempt to catch him. I soon
learned that he could outrun and outmaneuver any steed I owned.’

'It
was useless to catch him by ordinary means. No, by that time I was an
experienced adventurer of mystic places. I knew too well that a line existed between
what humanity understood and the ancient forces that actually exist. This was
no ordinary beast, and this was his kingdom. If I ever wanted the right to call
it my home I would have to earn it. And so, I called him out with the ancient
tongue taught to me from my adored
African companion; her skin was just as dark as the coat and mane of
that King of Stallions. She taught me how to step into his unearthly realm
where no human being had ever stepped. It was forbidden for one such as me to
possess that knowledge, but as I have told in an earlier tale, I had gained
favor from a much older and greater force than even the 'king of horses’ knew existed.
It was because of this that I was able to challenge him. I proposed to him a
set of three tests, and if he could best me than I would leave his mountain and
with my money and power make sure that no other, man or otherwise, trespassed
on his home. Yet, if I won he would submit his land, and all his mares to me to
do as I pleased.’

'The
first challenge was a race around his mountain. A task his majesty neighed
mockingly at me for even suggesting. After all he was the king of horses, mightiest
within these mountains, and he knew these hills well. He took off and covered
the distance of six miles as fast as lightning can streak across a night sky.
So how did I beat him you wonder? For that is what I did and to his great
surprise. In fact, not only did I beat him, but also returned to meet him
halfway.’

'You
see there are other creatures of the wilds much faster than horses; something my
African companion showed me in the wilds of Africa.
She introduced me to other kings and princes of that Dark
Continent. There I tested the Cheetah King and lost. Yet, for my
valiant effort and because he never hunted something quite like me before, he
spared me and ate only my pussy instead. I eagerly complimented him by unsheathing
his cock from his body, and what a sleek and wonderful body it was. Needless to
say he was so impressed by my skill as a woman that he agreed to teach me how to
run as fast as he. My apprenticeship with him was an arduously long one. It
wasn’t that I was a slow learner, but more like I couldn’t pry myself from the
pleasures that his strange thorny cock provided when he raced through my
insides. Then again, those were my early days of adventure and I was distracted
by many things.’

'Yet,
the Cheetah King made me a predator, and no king of horses could outrun me at
my apex. I caught him and played the same game that had been played upon me; I
chose only to devour his cock.’

'He
accepted my second challenge only after his frustration from losing to his first.
I challenged to box him like a rival stallion fighting for the right to herd
his mares. An insult he would not take likely, for I was neither a horse nor a
stallion. He reared up and towered before me with his hooves kicking as though
he meant to end my life then and there. Yet, I had already played upon his
other primal instincts. His body fought against his pride and the only thing he
could punch me with was the animalistic desires that swelled between his legs.
Still, he had a mighty punch with a fist bigger than any other man I’ve known.
Nonetheless, I have taken punches before. I have held my own in the arena with
many men of all sizes and strengths. Some like the Cheetah King even fought
dirty with his fist full of thorns. Thus I had endurance to spare. As far as I
am concerned, I made him fall over backwards and had ended the round before it
had even begun.’

'Finally,
I offered up to give back his fallen pride. That is if he could buck me off of him;
I did not use a rope or saddle. Still, I was able to ride him a long time, the
course of a night, in fact. He bucked hard and tried to throw me into the moon.
Yet I gripped onto all of him. It was a struggle, but I managed to take his
whole length inside of me. His bucking fury made my insides bounce around. I
looked down and could see my abdomen heave and slosh about with him kicking
around inside me. Still, I held on and rode him out. Then I rode him some more
until he realized that I would get off only when I decided, and not a moment
sooner. Letting me ride him was his final mistake. Just like in the round pen
you ride them until they submit. Until they know you will not give in or give
up. You must outlast them my apprentices. Outlast them by having more endurance
than them.’

'In
the end he was tired, beaten and exhausted beyond all words. He had no choice
then but to submit this land to me. However, he did not come out of it
completely defeated. Riding him like I did bore him two sons; which still roam
this mountain to this very day.’

It was here that the story would end, as
the implication of Rose’s story caused all us girls to blush and giggle too
much, so she would shush us all away, because we all had our chores waiting for
us the next day.

I always imaged the 'King of Wild Horses’
as some great Indian chief whose village once settled here under these
mountains. Yet, I also had to admit on how she implied he had a horse sized
cock dangling between his legs sent a strange thrill down mine. I know it was
taboo to think it, but if you have worked around horses as long as I, you can’t
help but be amazed when a stallion unsheathes his manhood.

Before we went to bed Ms. Rose added one
last thing to the story. She stated that Dray had met the King, and that the
'King of Wild Horses’ had returned back to his mountain looking for a new
harem.

'I
was generous even if I had defeated him. I made a deal with him that if he
would provide me with the best of his, then I will provide him with the best of
mine.’

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