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Subject: {ASSM} Old Wives Tales (f, ft, mc)
Date: Wed, 22 Nov 2000 08:10:05 -0500
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     If you are under 18 years of age, or are offended by
graphic descriptions of sex and other activities and
expressions of an adult nature, please stop reading at the
first opportunity after this paragraph.

     Are you still sure you want to read this?

     The preamble for this story takes up a lot of space and
really isn't very "EMC", just introductions, background and
a little foreshadowing, so if you're only interested in the
"EMC" good parts, search for "===" and start reading from
there.

     DISCLAIMER:  I, the author, have never, personally set
foot in Ireland and wholeheartedly apologize for this
story's dramaticized portrayal of the local climate,
geographical features, vegetation, inhabitants, and
fictional or non-fictional magical beings.  The native Irish
travelers that I _have_ met have been clean, friendly,
knowledgeable, and well mannered.  I wholeheartedly
encourage my readers to visit the Emerald Isle without fear
of events similar to those depicted here.

     This document is the intellectual property of
alphax@sonic.net (hereafter referred to as the Writer) and
may not be used for commercial purposes including but not
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written consent of the Writer is strictly prohibited.  (hey,
it works for Monday Night Football...)

     All characters and descriptions appearing in this story
are fictional and any similarity to individuals, living or
dead, is a coincidence.

     The Writer assumes no liability directly or indirectly
from the use or abuse of this document.

     This setting for this story could have been located
anywhere in the world, say H.P. Lovecraft's New England, or
any number of places used by Stephen King, or Kentucky.
Ireland just seemed like a nice, picturesque place at this
time of writing.

     Plot elements and inspiration for this story were taken
from H.P. Lovecraft (as usual), Voyer's artwork titled
"Horse and Rider" (http://members.nbci.com/voyer), The Blair 
Witch Project movie, the hard working people behind EMCSA and 
ASSTR, and (if you're into this sort of thing) rent/buy/steal 
an adult movie titled "dark Paradise" (starring Shayla Laveaux, 
Roxanne Hall, Candy Roxx, Raylene, and the amazing Mistress 
Midori(!), Directed by Ernest Greene).

     ***

     OLD WIVES' TALES by Alphax (November 2000)

     Alice and Wendy had finished their guided tour of
Ireland and had an entire week before their flight back to
New York.  They were best friends having met at work there
and decided on this grand adventure to get away from it all.
It was Alice's idea to rent mountain bikes, pedal their way
back to the city, see the local countryside up close for
themselves, and stop at the quaint local pubs for
refreshments and rest along the way.

     They emerged from a bank of cold Irish mist, the pert
blonde's now-red face huffed and puffed up one of the
rolling verdant hills, her sky blue eyes fixed downward at
the unpaved road, staring with the look of someone in the
middle of exertion.  A few strands of her long blonde
tresses had escaped the confines of her helmet and danced in
the wind behind slender arms that gently guided the
handlebars.  Lightly tanned skin flushed up to her black
lycra sports halter and below down to the tight matching
bike shorts that covered her ample hips and strong thighs
that waved and flexed in the air to the rhythm of her
pedaling stroke.

     Wendy followed closely behind, her classically pretty
Asian face in a similar mask of concentrated effort.  Her
usually bright large eyes and delicate mouth both slack
between trickles of sweat that ran to and dropped from her
chin.  Her willowy torso and arms, sheathed in a sweat-
shadowed blue lycra bodysuit, seemed to swing her boy-like
hips back and forth as her long well toned legs pumped the
bicycle up the hill.

     The fog had been with them all day, but the best
friends could both see that nightfall and utter darkness
would soon overtake them.  They hadn't seen any signs of
habitation since they had started in the morning and were
getting worried.

     Finally, as even the last twilight was about to abandon
them, they spotted a flickering light at the bottom of a not-
too-distant hill and rode towards it with all the
determination they had left.

     Their relief from finding a place to stay fell into a
more cautious, and even fearful, silence as they approached
the dwelling.  Even in the darkness, the yard and its
cottage looked shabby and unkempt.  The smoky firelight
barely made it past the filth-encrusted windows that looked
like sightless rheumy eyes set into a dirt streaked face
with rotten wood teeth for a door.

     ***

     "Do you think that we should we knock?" Wendy asked,
aghast at the cottage's condition and what its residents
might look like.

     Alice turned to look into the featureless dark behind
them.  "It doesn't looks like we have a choice." she replied
and timidly knocked.

     The door flung open, exposing an appallingly filthy old
woman.  The inside reeked with rotten smells and dirt, the
worst of which seemed to emanate from their hostess who
seemed as surprised to see them as they were to see her.
She muttered in such a thick brogue, that the girls could
only catch a few of words, which she seemed to speak as much
to herself as to them.

     Her unintelligible gibbering continued amidst swirling
torrents of sobs and hysterical laughter.  But her obvious
insanity didn't interrupt her purposeful stride towards a
belching cauldron.  She paused briefly in front of it as if
in hesitation or recall, then gesticulated wildly over it in
a shrieking fit.  Then, just as suddenly, stopped and calmly
drew two bowls of an unappetizing stew of brown vegetables
and green meats.  She placed these upon the dirt caked table
and motioned enthusiastically for the two girls to eat.

     Wendy and Alice were too fearful of her to refuse, so
they politely tasted the stew, and finding it surprisingly
delicious, they hungrily devoured it.

     The hot stew warmed them and they began to feel more
comfortable.  A little light headed, even.  Not wanting to
move, just letting the woman's constant babble spill over
them.

     Her flow of words intensified to an avalanche.  Her
dirt-streaked face screwed in a mask of concentration.  The
girls felt her words start making some kind of sense.
Something about the wee folk and their fairy circles, their
mortal revenge and needing a distraction to complete the
spell to rid herself of their curse.  More nonsense about
her nearly exhausted witchy magic, and the girls being just
the break she needed.  She guided them to lie down in a bed
of scratchy straw, and covered them with an even scratchier
moth eaten blanket.  She then proceeded to drink bowls of a
yeasty ferment, while she danced and praised unpleasant
names, eventually collapsing upon the dirt floor from
exhaustion.

     Wendy and Alice slept, but without rest.  Their only
dreams were of anger and hostility at each other, at
ignorant cold smelly Ireland, and its idiotic, superstitious
inhabitants.

     The both woke with a start, panting in a cold sweat and
looked at each other with barely concealed contempt.  In the
breaking dawn's light, Wendy reached out and pinched Alice
on the arm.  "Ow!" Alice quietly exclaimed, returning a
baleful look.  Wendy turned to get up, stopped to sigh, and
faced Alice again.  She silently mouthed, "Let's get out of
here," to which Alice dumbly nodded.

     Thankfully, the door opened quietly.  The girls burst
across the yard of weeds towards their bikes and almost
reached them when an inhuman shriek rang out behind them.
Neither looked behind as they half ran and half rolled their
bikes out of the yard and heard the cottage door flung open,
and the old woman yell, "Where are you?!?"  Wendy started
screaming and they both straddled their bikes and began
pedaling furiously.

     ===

     Alice and Wendy rode on for a long time, their strange
hostess' cries long since left in the mist behind them.
Alice was riding behind Wendy and noticed the slender Asian
girl's bike waver off the beeline they had riding since
dawn.  Wendy veered off the path onto the grass curb, then
half rolled off, half fell off her bike and onto her back,
panting.  Alice, her senses returning, realized that she too
was exhausted, hungry and thirsty.  She dismounted and sank
to the ground visibly shaking from fear and exertion.  Her
long golden hair splayed out amongst the grass because
they'd left their helmets in the rush to escape.

     After a few minutes of between catching her breath and
a brief paused for reflection, Wendy wailed,
"Ohgodohgodohgodimsotiiiiireeeeed and I can still smell that
house and that woman we're lost we're so totally
SCREEEEEEWED!!!"  Her cries vanished into the ever-present
fog and she began crying.

     Alice lay silently in response and thought it was
better to be quiet right now since this bicycle trip was her
idea to begin with.  Then she curled up and groaned when she
felt a rumble from her stomach.

     A few awkward moments passed, then Wendy suddenly
exclaimed, "I think I hear a stream nearby through those
trees.  I'm going down there for a bath and if there's any
fruit down there, then that's just a bonus.  Would you come
with me?  Please?"

     Her best friend groaned and gingerly got to her feet to
show her reluctant consent.  They dug out their soap and
towels and left their bikes on the grass before walking into
the forest together.

     After a few minutes of trying to follow the sound, they
could see the stream in the middle of a clearing, and with a
hug and a cheer, they ran towards it.  Wendy broke into the
clearing at full speed, closely followed by Alice, but
halfway to the stream, Wendy slowed down and said, "That's
weird."  Alice stopped and turned as well to see what was
the matter.

      Their footprints in the grass went straight through a
perfect circle of small red and white mushrooms!

     "Hey Wen, do you remember what that old hag said?
Something about `fairy circles'?"

     Wendy turned to her friend, pulled a mock-contemplative
look on her face, brightened up and said, "Yes, I _do_
remember her saying that!  And you know what, Ally?" with an
impish grin on her face.

     "What?"  Alice replied with that same grin growing on
hers.

     Wendy ran back to the mushroom circle yelling, "I hate
this fucking place!  I hate smelly old hags with rotten
food!  I hate you and your stupid bike trip!  I wish I was
home and warm and safe instead of out here!"  And Wendy
began angrily kicking and stomping the mushrooms.

     Alice thought that looked like so much fun that she
started yelling and destroying the mushroom circle too.  She
yelled, "I'm sick of this place!  I hate being cold and
hungry!"

     Their frustration relieved, they went laughing down to
stream where they splashed and played and washed the sweat
and putrid dirt off themselves and their clothes.

     ***

     Alice was ready and was watching Wendy zipping up her
jersey when she saw a strange girl walking towards them out
of the forest.  This girl was a classic Irish beauty:  flame
orange curls and pale freckled skin.  She held her hands,
palms down and limply in front of her sizeable bare breasts,
which squeezed out from between the thick brown leather
straps of a tight harness around her entire body.

     It quickly became apparent that she wasn't exactly
walking either.  As their erotically dressed visitor emerged
from the forest brush, Wendy and Alice could see that below
her knees she wore black shiny leather boots that ended in
hooves upon which she was cantering towards them.

     This sight stunned the two girls and they stood staring
until the Irish pony girl was right in front of a wide-eyed
Wendy, gently clomping her hooves on the grass while she
stayed in place.  A less-than-horse-like reason for her
restless state soon became clear.  Her desperate body
motions and soft moans spoke of a woman on the brink of
sexual ecstasy.

     Alice instinctively began walking towards the strange
sight.  As she got closer, she noticed that this fascinating
stranger had an intricate mark upon her forehead.  As she
moved even closer, she noticed that the girl's eyes were
less focused than those of what appeared to be a doll
sitting in a tiny saddle upon her shoulders.

     Its blood red long tailed coat gave the appearance of a
miniature foxhunter, save for its leathery, rat-like face.
It sat perfectly still upon its moaning, gyrating steed with
its menacing yellow eyes focused straight ahead, focusing
upon Wendy.  Two locks of the girl's lustrous orange hair on
each side had been braided into the reins that he clutched
in tiny gnarled hands.

     Alice wonder turned to alarm as she watched a sudden
tug on one of the pony girl's reins maneuvered her in front
of Wendy.  A guttural bark from the little man snapped the
pony girl to attention and she sprung forward, pushing Wendy
who fell to the ground with a squeal of surprise.  Another
bark and the pony girl leapt on top of Alice's fallen and
shocked friend, pinning her fast.

     Alice started towards Wendy, but previously unnoticed
by her, other pony girls had emerged into the clearing,
their limp hands and bouncing nipples would easily reach
Wendy before she could.  Behind her, Alice could also hear
the growing sound of clip-clops from canters becoming the
soft thunder of gallops.

     Tears streaming, Alice softly sobbed, "I'm sorry" as
much to herself as to her struggling, and then hopelessly
surrounded friend.  Then she leapt across the stream and ran
into the forest away from her pursuers.  And Wendy.

     ***

     Alice stumbled through the forest even more tired and
further into despair with every step she took away from her
by now captured best friend.  She'd run for what seemed like
an eternity before the hooves behind her had fallen silent.
She was overcome by the combined weight of her physical
exhaustion and her self-loathing, sat down upon a tree root
and cried all over again.  After letting it all out, she
pulled herself together and came up with a plan to go back
to the clearing and see if Wendy was still there.

     She turned around to go back and was stunned to see the
clearing only a few feet behind her.  She was sure that
she'd run over a mile!  Spooked, but not deterred, she
cautiously entered the clearing, which was . clear.

     Devoid of pony girls.  And Wendy.  Except for her
clothes and underwear, which lay strewn about the area where
Alice had abandoned her.

     Alice reasoned to herself, "If they don't like me
getting further into their forest, maybe they'll be happy to
let me out."  The girls' footprints and the hoof prints in
the grass had vanished, but she managed to find the
destroyed fairy circle and walked towards the road from
there.  She had been walking for a few minutes before she
decided to look back.

     She wasn't surprised to see the clearing just behind
her, but she was to see Wendy standing only an arm's length
away.  Wendy held her hands limply in front of her little
titties, the rest of her willowy body trapped in a web of
tight brown leather.  The symbol on her forehead matched
that of the rider who held reins made of her silky shoulder-
length hair.  Wendy's eyes fluttered wildly.  Her mouth an
idiotic grin around a leather bit.  Her throat mewing in
pleasure, as if her focus was only upon shifting her weight
between her hoof-booted legs and the friction that created
above twin sheens of wetness that glistened down her inner
thighs.

     Bark.

     Wendy shoved Alice to the ground and leapt upon her,
holding her fast with unnatural strength and power.  Alice
thrashed furiously, her head swimming from screaming "No!"
over and over, but fell quiet from the shock of watching
Wendy squirming above her, having a more intense and violent
orgasm than she imagined anyone could have.

     Alice felt Wendy's drool and sweat splatter across her
face from her friend's whip lashing head as it became a
whirl of matted hair, her stupefied expression, the symbol
on her forehead, and a high pitched pure animal squeal of
pleasure.  While she was distracted by the spectacle on top
of her, Alice briefly felt something cold press gently upon
her forehead.

     She found that she was unable to turn away from looking
up at Wendy's face, and caught a brief apologetic look
before Wendy's head drooped with a blank, sated stare.  A
low guttural sound came from behind Wendy's head and Alice
passively watched her friend's sweat-shined body shakily
turn and crawl aside on hands and knees.

     A tap on her shoulder caught Alice's attention.  She
looked up and saw a little woman, resplendent in her
miniature foxhunt clothes, with a leather riding skirt
instead of the jodhpurs the little men wore.  As far as
Alice could tell, the little woman's face was identical to
theirs, but Alice was strangely fixated upon her deep
glowing yellow eyes.  The more she looked into them, the
bigger they grew, blotting all other sight and thoughts.
Deeper and deeper, Alice fell.  Sinking further and
drifting.  Gently buffeted by the warm currents of the
little woman's mind.  She helplessly felt images and
feelings flowing into herself and become her own.  Alice
felt a friendship grow between them.  Each wave of thought
and feeling from her new friend made Alice feel warmer and
happier.  The deeper each wave effused her, the warmer and
happier she felt.

     <Rise>

     Alice's crotch started to tingle and her nipples grew
hard as she slowly rose to her feet and stared ahead feeling
giddy with happiness.

     <Remove clothes>

     Giggles bubbled out of her.  She was silly with delight
as she hastily pulled off her halter-top and absent-mindedly
flung it away.  She couldn't get her bra off fast enough and
felt wonderful letting her breasts touch the cool air.  Her
throat grew dry in the eternity she took to pull her bike
pants and panties down and step out of her shoes, which she
hurriedly kicked aside.  Alice stood there panting and naked
enjoying her free jiggling breasts and the cool breeze upon
the moistness between her legs.

     <Step into these>

     Alice looked down and saw a pair of hoof boots standing
invitingly in front of her.  A gift from her new friend!
Overwhelmed by joy and the growing ache between her legs,
Alice cried while she slid her feet one at a time down the
shiny black leather tubes.  She felt them brush against the
cool smooth leather then enter a cool viscous fluid that
both cushioned and held her feet fast in their new
positions.  Alice took a few stumbling coltish steps as she
adjusted to her new footing.  With each musical clop from
her new hooves, she felt her excitement grow and a dreamy
warmth flow from her crotch.

     <Wear this>

     A dribble of fluid ran down, then became smeared
between her inner thighs as Alice dreamily clopped her way
towards Wendy, who held the harness ready.

     Alice strode one hoof through a leg hole and coated the
huge leather dildo with her own dribbling saliva and juices.
It was wider than anything she had ever taken and even her
engorged and eager pussy was stretched to its limits as she
pulled the dildo's head against her nether lips.  She felt a
cold sweat break and herself trembling when it finally
entered

     "Unh.  Ohhhhhh."  She trembled as her hand stuffed the
member deep into herself.

     "It feels sooo gooooood."

     Alice felt Wendy's trembling hand over her crotch
keeping the massive dildo in place.  She wetted down the
second dildo for her ass and slipped it inside, pulling the
wide crotch strap tight.  She stopped to bask in the
pleasant fullness that was pulled deeper inside her as the
strong leather bands were tightened snugly around her
trembling body.

     When finished, Alice stood panting and bow-legged from
the intense pressure between her legs.  She pulled her
thighs as close together as she could and began raising one
side of her hips then the other, squeezing the leathery cock
inside her vagina.  Her eyes were glazed over with lust and
her dry mouth moaned raggedly.  The wide soft leather straps
held her body in their snug grip, her bare breasts lay upon
two shallow cups, freely rolling and bouncing with each
spasm.

     <You like here?>

     "Oh yes!  OHHHHHH Oh OH yeaaassssss Yes I love it here.
I want to stay here forever!"  Alice's hips twitched, her
breasts leapt and slapped against the hard leather cups
under them.  "Unghnnnggggh!"

     <You feel cold?>

     "I feel so warm OH!"  Her expanded crotch was growing
hotter by the second.  Another trickle of fluid left its
cool trail down a thigh.  "Mmmmmm."

     <Hungry?>

     Alice frantically tried to plunge her hand inside her
aching snatch, but the leather was too wide and too snug to
her body (or was it stuck to it?)  She wiped her hand up her
thigh to the edge of the strap that imprisoned her crotch,
collecting a thimbleful of her copiously flowing juices, and
haltingly lifted the pungent fluid to her face.  In a single
swift motion, she devoured her fingers in search of the
slippery taste, licking and tasting her trembling digits for
any traces.  "That was sooooo YUMMY!" she exclaimed.  Her
crotch spasmed, as if in agreement.  "OhhhhhhOhoHoHOH unh."

     <You like home?>

     The wet ache between her legs occupied her so
completely that Alice was unable to reply.  The little
woman's mind then gave her the answer, which left Alice
shaking with comfort and glee.

     "I *huffhuff* I Oh! Am
NnnnnnghaaAAaAAAAaAAAAAOOOOME!!!!!!"

     White heat exploded across Alice's mind.  She fell to
her hands and knees, screaming like an animal as each
explosion of pleasure ripped through her body and soul.
These gradually subsided and she sagged upon her limbs,
feeling her flushed, warm skin in the cool air and damp
grass.  She could smell the moist heat of her sex mingled
with the soaked leather around her crotch.

     <Your last words>

     A dumbstruck Alice making high pitched whines from each
desperate breath for air acknowledged Her command through
the post-orgasmic haze and nodded weakly, shivering with a
tiny ripple of pleasure for agreeing.

     Alice felt something cold and hard press between her
lips and gratefully opened her mouth to accept the bit.  She
felt its cold hardness pulled further into her mouth by the
soft leather that gripped her head and shoulders.

     <Mount>

     Alice knelt down, knowing exactly how to offer her
thigh and forearm as steps for Her.  Once She was properly
seated, Alice gently rose to her hooves, let her hands hang
limply in front of her breasts, and let the bull cock
pleasure her as she gently pranced from hoof to hoof.

     A snap of her reins and a heel kick upon her shoulders
told Alice to giddyap, and she galloped faster and faster to
her new home in the land inside the forest and beyond the
edge of reason.

     ***

     Epilogue.

     CLUES FOUND BUT TWO TOURISTS STILL MISSING

     Assisted Press (AP) - November 17, XXXX.  Dublin,
Republic of Ireland.  Local police have confirmed that
intensive searches of a forest near where two tourists were
last seen two weeks ago have recovered their clothing, other
possessions and rental bicycles.  Unconfirmed witness
accounts have placed the missing women, Alice Lotochinski,
25, and Wendy Bui, 23, both of New York, New York at dawn
near the forest on 10/31/XXXX.  Authorities are still not
divulging any possible suspects or motives, but reportedly
have detained and released an elderly woman from questioning
about the case.

     THE END?

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