At first, we dated others, but for the last six weeks I had seen no other woman with whom I wanted to 'explore" anything. From our conversations when we met, I gathered that Meg was not dating others either.
"Hey there, Jack, how's it?" asked Bill Cooper as I passed him on the street.
"Doin' great, Bill. How's by you?"
"Uh. Pretty good. Say...Jack...uhm...could you lend me a five?"
"Bill, where's the last twenty-five I've loaned you? I haven't seen it."
"Oh. Yeah...gee, that's right. Sorry about that. here it is." And by gum he pulled a wad from a pocket that could have choked a horse...or a damn' big pony, anyway. He peeled off two tens and a five and handed them to me, smiling in an odd sort of way. I could see that he had twenties and fifties in the wad as he tried to refold it to get it back in his pocket.
"Jeezus, Bill. Where'd you get the money...and why the hell did you ask me for another loan?"
"Uh...I ... dunno why I asked you for...habit, I guess. Uhm...the money...uh...Jack, that's for bein' a...a guide, I guess you'd call it, for a stranger."
"What the...whaddya mean, 'a stranger.?'"
"Well...it's kinda strange....bein guide to this...I dunno what 'it' is, Jack, but it's a stranger...that's someone form some place else, right?"
"And why are you calling this 'stranger' 'it.'"
"'cause I got no idea what else to call it,...uh, gotta go, gotta go, gotta guide, Jack, see you..." and he ran off down the street. I notice he ran sort of sloppily, like maybe one of his legs hurt?
Anyway, with the extra, unexpected twenty-five dollars and what I had, I took Meg to dinner and we chuckled about Bill and his "stranger."
As we were finishing our coffee, Meg suddenly grimaced and sputtered, "My God! Jack, this stuff tastes terrible." That was odd. Meg was a coffee freak. Many a time she'd brewed up some special gourmet bean or blended coffee for me and we'd enjoyed many a pot of straight coffee, too. She had always drunk it black. Cream, milk or sugar spoiled the taste...and she liked it strong, too.
"What the he.... Meg, are you all right?"
"I...I have the strangest feeling...oh, I've got to go, Jack. Rush call, gotta be there right away!" Without another word, leaving her pocketbook behind, she rushed out of the restaurant.
The headwaiter, a friend of mine, came over and asked, "Had a fight, Jack? I've never seen Meg act like that."
"No...no, no fight, Otis." His "headwaiter name" was Jacques, but I was upset.
I lowered my voice. "Christ, Jacques, I dunno why she took off like that. That reminds me of the meeting I had with Bill, you know Bill Cooper, he must owe you a packet, too?"
"Yeah...but Jack, he came in today and paid me the seventy bucks he's owed me for three years."
"He what? That is very...odd. He told me he was 'guiding" some guy around. Is that...or did he say anything to you about where he got that wad of money I saw him carrying?"
"No. he said that a stranger was paying him to work for him...that's all he said, 'cause he was in and out in a hurry, like he had a hot date...or was late for an appointment."
"Same thing with me. I wonder what the hell is going on. That's the way Meg just acted, too, like she had an appointment she'd forgotten. Geez. I'm gonna take her pocketbook back to the apartment, I guess. I hope she shows up sometime tonight. I don't have a clue where to look for her."
"Good luck. Look, I'm gonna hold your check. Pay me tomorrow or next day. Go on, now, I'll take care of it."
I smiled and tore out of there, suddenly convinced - for no reason that I could later figure out - that I would find a thoroughly confused and frightened Meg at the apartment. By God! I did.
Meg took a long time to even come to the door ...the chain was up and the slide-lock as well...until I made her certain it was me. I could see one bloodshot eye as she peered around the door at me.
"Al-All right, Ja...Jack. C-come on on, quick."
"What's happened, love?" I asked softly as I embraced her shaking shoulders and hugged her to me. Until that instant I had not really noticed that she was not dressed. The warmth of her body and the absolute chill of her hands as she held my face to look at me closely were startling enough.
"Sweet...," she still hadn't said another word, "...can I get you into your robe or something? No wonder you're so cold."
"I..I'm not cold, Jack. I'm just plain scared. I've been ridden, Jack, ridden like a ...like I was a mare, Jack. It's scared me. I thought I was a...mare."
"What do you...Wait a minute! Did you have to 'guide' something, or someone?" I wondered why Bill Cooper came into my mind then.
"Y-yes, Jack. And that's what scares me. I had to go, I had to! If the stranger had been under ground, I'd have had to dig down to...whatever it is...and let...it...use me for its guide."
"Did it...I mean...were you....?"
"Oh. No! I wasn't assaulted or raped or anything like that, Jack. I felt...like I was absolutely nothing, Jack, like I was so...so...worthless that I did not count for anything, and I was ridden; I was a horse."
"God! That's awful. But what made you undress?"
"I am? Good Lord! I am. I didn't even know it. Where's my skirt 'n' blouse, my things? Cmon, maybe I took 'em off in the bedroom....uh..."
Yeah, I didn't like to think what that might mean, either. Meg wouldn't lie to me, but if she didn't remember....
Well all her clothing was in the bedroom, folded neatly on a chair, or, as she discovered when she looked for her blouse and skirt in the closet, hung neatly.
"I don't...remember doing this, Jack. I...I know I wasn't raped, I'm neither sore nor wet. I can tell, you know."
"I believe you, sweetheart. I love you! I love you," I said, as I hugged her to me again. I had a half erection, but how could I help that, now that my big fright was more or less over? She knew it and must have taken comfort in this sign of male horniness as a return to normality of a sort, for she rubbed against me with her pubes and got me harder.
"Jack! D'you feel it? There's...something in this room with us." We were still in the bedroom, and I was damned if I could see anything or anyone. Meg was right, though, I could feel something.
"Meg. Lie down, I'm going to...mate with you!" I suddenly shouted. I pushed Meg against the bed so that her knees buckled and she fell across the mattress.
"What the hell, Jack?" she began...then her face distorted into a strange smile, almost a grimace, and she moved her body in such a way that I was forced to rip my clothing literally from my heated body.
My penis was fully erect and throbbing, brick red and the glans was swollen larger than I had ever seen it. I wondered how I was going to stick that into Meg when I just as suddenly quit worrying and saw that she had flipped herself into a kneeling position with her head down, but her chest supported above the mattress on her two front "legs." Is that what I saw?
I moved behind her, then climbed onto the bed, my penis waving under my hot belly. Without thinking some animal instinct must have taken over, for I bent my head from my all-fours position and lapped at her already wet and streaming cloaca. I know I had to mount this mare, stallion that I was.
With little effort, still not thinking for myself, I placed the glans against her and shoved. With grunts from each of us I slid all the way in...and was locked there by I knew not what.
"Ja'," muttered the mare - horse talking? went through my mind - "Ja', this trap.Wats se'f."
Somewhere in my synapses that warning, barely understood, caused me to try to withdraw. I could not for several long moments - maybe five seconds - and then I felt something encircle my scrotum close to the root of my penis. As it tightened, I was able to withdraw my shrinking penis from Meg. She remained kneeling, her head down; as far as I could tell her eyes were glazed as though she was...blind?
"Meg? Can you hear me?"
There was no answer. Of a sudden, so quickly that it startled me off te bed so that I stood off balance for a second, lost it and tottered backward onto a backless bench that sat near the bed, she turned and spat at me like a huge cat. She rose to stand before me, her eyes glaring, her face contorted with what kind of mania I could not, nor cared to, tell.
"You presumed to engage a mare when you are not entitled!," she screamed, or so it seemed to me. Meg stabbed a finger at me. She stood there, pointing at me and I felt a movement in my crotch. I opened my legs wide apart and Meg bent forward and grabbed two handles - where they had come from I had no idea - with sufficient force to drag me, hurting horribly, to my feet.
"You lose!" the transformed Meg said, almost laughing in my face. With that the loop of wire around my scrotum began to heat, very, very quickly, and she crossed the handles and pulled her hands away from each other, laughing almost hysterically, as though she was unwilling, but was being forced to do this thing..
"Now, steer, you will not molest any more mares!" she gritted between her teeth. As she said that my crotch exploded in the fiercest pain I had yet experienced and my knees buckled...or would have, if I could have bent them. There was a cessation of pain as suddenly as it had started and I heard something fall to the floor. The rug was soft, so there ws only a "plop," muffled by the shag of the carpet.
With that, Meg became herself - the Meg I had known and loved - once more.
She was instantly on her knees, looking at something between us on the rug.
"Ohmigod, jack, that's your...your...."
"Meg, that's my manhood. You just took it off with that burning wire garrotte!"
I looked at her hands. She had nothing in them, nothing at all was on the rug save my scrotum, and that was, unnervingly, a rough, mounded globe, intact save for scorched marks along one sealed lip..
"I...I...I did that?" she stuttered, tears running down her cheeks.
"No," a voice said, definitely not Meg's. It was a smooth, silky, frightening voice, a tenor, "I did."
"Who...are you?"
"I am master of you all."
"You are? What are you then?"
"Very much more powerful than you, eunuch ... slave." I felt a strong, powerful pressure on the back of my neck. I knew it could snap my neck. I bowed to the ground, on my hands and knees. I knew without doubt at that moment and since that we - humans - would serve this...thing...forever.