“Have you any idea how heavy you are with all those stupid gold roses on your clothing and my bridle? And you’re no lightweight, even without all that fancy armor. Why couldn’t we take the train and wear jeans like normal people?”
“George, you’re a horse. People don’t take horses on trains. Besides, it’s our duty to rescue the beautiful damsel from the wicked dragon. I’m a knight. It’s my job.”
“I am not a horse. I’m a man who occasionally becomes a Golden Palomino to help you fulfill your destiny. We could travel on the train as humans. With your help I could stay unshifted long enough to get to the dragon’s lair.”
“Uh-huh. Suuuure you could. Wild, naked sex is the only thing that stops you from turning after two hours. On a two-day train journey, do you really think no one would notice us having sex every two hours? Besides, by the time we arrived at the dragon’s lair we’d both be far too tired to rescue the beautiful damsel in distress.”
“Okay, okay. So what do we know about this damsel?”
“Well, she’s the youngest daughter of a king from a distant land.”
“They always are.”
“She’s stunningly beautiful.”
“Of course. No self-respecting dragon would kidnap an ugly princess, Roland, you know that. The problem will be after we rescue her, if she expects you to marry her like the last princess we rescued did. That was a delicate situation there for a while.”
“Thank God, her catching us making love beside the crystal brook was enough to send her back into the arms of her devoted swain.”
“Huh, devoted swain, my ass. He didn’t rescue her. He left that to us to do.” George snorted and whinnied, shaking his long white mane in the frosty air.
“We’d better take cover. Those black clouds look like it’ll thunder very soon. There should be some caves just ahead.”
“Caves. Why can’t we stay in an inn?”
“Don’t you want to snuggle a little tonight? How could we do that in an inn? Horses stay in the barn, remember.”
“Some snuggling sounds good. I think I can rise to the occasion.” George picked up speed, galloping toward the cave.
Roland put all thought of rescuing the damsel in distress on hold until after some wild naked sex with George in his human shifted form.
© Berengaria Brown 2011
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Berengaria Brown is a multi-published author of ménage, MM and FF: contemporary, werewolves, vampires, ghosts, and two Regency-set historicals.
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Ahahahahaha! Too cute, and exactly what this pic cried out for. Very wry, and yet still warm. I didn't expect this when I saw the pic, and it's just so perfect.
ReplyDeleteGreat job! Thanks for sharing, and to Crys for making it possible.
Thank you, Carole, and thank you for posting my story, Cryselle. It was fun to write.
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Very cute! Heh, I didn't see it coming, either.
ReplyDeleteOh my! Too funny!
ReplyDeleteHi Anny, Hi Eden,
ReplyDeleteThank you for dropping by. I'm so glad you enjoyed the story.
Berengaria
"George, you're a horse," put coffee all over my keyboard. Thanks to Berengaria for helping me make a mess (words I never expected to say!).
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