The Horsing of Joe, Part 2

The Horsing of Joe, Part 2, The Spotted Dick

Joe awoke to the sound of a babbling brook. He was lying in the grass beneath a great oak tree. The air smelled of roses and the fresh scent of crushed grass. He stayed there on his back for a moment, feeling relaxed and not even caring how he had gotten from his bed to this glade. Work would get on without him. Work. He tensed so tight his ass imploded as the bizarre events of the day came flooding back to him. He bolted upright and climbed to his feet, ignoring the brief wave of dizziness that came over him.

He seemed to be alone here in this glade, just him and this tree, and the babbling brook. He cautiously walked toward the sound of water, hoping to find some indication of where he was. He came upon a lake of great size and of a deep azure hue. This place seemed too peaceful to have anything to do with those horrible monsters, with Qwar and his oozing face and even his once beloved Asanda who, he realized suddenly, looked a lot like a man. And that Lacy! So deceptively attractive. But, no, this place could not even be in the least related to them.

Joe jumped. What was that he heard? It sounded like a faint neigh far off in the distance. If there was a horse around here, perhaps he could ride it. Oh, yes, he wanted nothing more than to ride that horse.

“Oh, sweet thing you ain't out of the forest yet.”

The voice had come from directly behind him. He shuddered involuntarily and willed himself to turn around. His ass almost deimploded at the sight that awaited him. He tried to steady his breathing but for some reason he could not and began to wheeze.

“I am Allopecia Propecia!” proclaimed the voice, “I am that which you feared as a child. I am the monster in the closet and the mold on the cheese!”

Joe wheezed. Allopecia took a step toward him, and he took a step back as his nostrils met with a smell unlike anything they had encountered before. Damn. His ass deimploded right there and chocolate ice cream blew out of his thong. He felt pain tear through him; his ass was obviously a disaster area now.

“Oh, you dirty thing, I'm going to have to lick you clean now,” Allopecia said.

He managed to push the pain away and meet her giant ostrich eyes. She was horrible. Her face had a dozen filmy eyes, each blinking and watering and oozing yellow fluid. As she stepped toward him a long tongue rolled out of her mouth. It was strange...cylindrical and somewhat phallic. She had a tongue like a two foot long penis. And it scared Joe like nothing else. He has maybe experimented with like fingering himself not that he was gay or anything like that, but he already knew he could not take that tongue and he also knew that Allopecia meant to use it.

“Joey, don't be scared I'll keep you safe,” Lacy crooned. When had she arrived? She stepped from behind a tree and into view and Joe felt somewhat safer even though he knew she was just as monstrous as the others. At least she wasn't ugly.

“Leave him to me Allopecia,” she said, “I get a first taste of his fudge sauce and his gooey filling.”

Allopecia waved her thirteen tails in anger and flapped her great beaver's tail against the ground. Her many seeping eyes scrunched up and her few strands of stringy hair stood on end against the shiny and mottled skin of her dented and mishappen head.

“You filthy whore face, I'm gonna tongue dick your eyes out,” she screamed.

But then Qwar appeared beside Lacy. “I, Qwar, approve this message and hope to receive your votes this election season.” And with those mystical words, he and Allopecia disappeared in a gurgle of pus.

“So the old gnome has chosen me to be your deflowerer,” she meowed, pawing the air playfully.

“Well, at least you're hot,” Joe said, not knowing what made him blurt that out.

“Yes, I am,” Lacy said, “I'm I'm going to enjoy fucking your brains out.” She lifted her short skirt to reveal a massive bleeding penis. It was 8 inched in diameter and a foot long. As she jiggled it, blood and cum dripped onto the ground from the engorged head.

Joe screamed, and the words returned to him, “You will be horsed!”

He took a step back, even as his own member stiffened in his thong. He felt like he wanted to feel Lacy's oozing, rotten penis inside of him. He looked at it, noting the open sores that covered it. It looked like the moon it was so pitted like moths had taken to eating cock and chewed out chunks of her fowl giant abomination. He rubbed his erection. He wanted that oozing, malodorous dick inside of him. He froze. This was not him. He might think of raping young girls, he might love a hideous manly troll woman named Asanda, he might finger himself like only once, but he was not gay!

Joe took a fighting stance. “I might be horsed, I might be damned, I might be Japanese, but I am not going to be your manbitch.” He bared his teeth.

“Oh, you hot man,” Lacy the well-endowed said to him, “I have known you. I told you this before. I have known all that you have known...for I am Lacy the great Ereshyar! I have eaten your flesh and swam in your bowels and thrust my penis into the rotting insides of your head. I have known such things. I am a Goddess.”

Joe felt a wave of nausea come over him and his knees felt like jelly, but he kept on his feet. He would tear that dick off and feed it to her if he had to. He wouldn't faint this time. And with that thought, he fell to the ground unconscious.