Page 42 of Riding A Cock-Horse
It takesfivegrown men to haul my grown-ass back in through the window, mostly because my goat is screaming and trying to bite them.
It's kind of a jerk.
I tell it as much, and the fucker tries to bite me!
Well, I’ll tell you what—I willnotstand for this kind of behavior. The little bastard is like an errant kid who needs to learn his place. So, I punch it in the face because it’s a goat, not a kid… I mean, itisa kid becausekidmeans baby goat…
“Ahhhhhhhhh!” I howl in pain the minute my fist connects with the creature’s ugly mug.
It's like punching myself in the face.
The pain instantly shifts me back completely into my human form. My chest heaves up and down from the exertion. I’m telling you this whole shifting shit is not for the weak. It seriously takes a lot more stamina—kinda like sex. People underestimate that shit, but you have got to be one limber whore to get into some of those positions.
Seconds later, Jack, Phineas, and the three surviving Elders come barreling into the room. Sian and Elise follow with Arthur’s mom. Le sigh… when they say ‘clan’, it must mean no privacy. Everyone is talking at once, and finally, I raise my hand.
“Jack, what's wrong?” I ask him.
He stares at me incredulously.
“Why did you jump out the window?!” he demands.
I shrug.
“I thought that's what you wanted! You were braying at me, and it seemed pretty damned important!”
“It is important—but not ‘jumping out of a window’ important! You're a chimera—you can't fly!”
His words make me snort.
“Thank you, Captain Obvious. Well, thank god my horn hooked me. Now, tell us what's going on!”
“It’s the jackal—he's returned.”
My body tenses up at his words as I envision the Secondary that attacked us back at the harbor. Before I can ask any more questions, Jack adds, “The other Loch Ness Monster ate him!”
This effectively shuts me up.
If I had any doubts about Nestor's loyalties, I guess I don't anymore.
“Everyone get dressed.” Alastair commands. “We'll all go to the loch together.”
I nod and slip into something less revealing—which actually isn't that revealing because it's not mine.
I think the dress must be Arthur's mom’s… it might have some slippery dick cum stains on it.
“Your wife’s gonna wanna wash this later,” I mutter to Phineas as I walk out of the bedroom door. “It’s dirtier than Monica Lewinski’s clothes after her stint in the Oval Office.”
Arthur turns red and just palms his face; Theo turns even redder. What he's embarrassed about, I have no clue, because he’s not the one dripping baby batter all over the place—although it'sdefinitelyhis fault. I give him a wink because I don't want him to feel guilty.
I enjoyed every second of being his cum dumpster.
The trek back to Loch Ness is even darker than before, and I do not enjoy it at all. Even though I'm surrounded by people with heightened senses, I don't trust mine. Hell, I don't trust my world anymore, not with what I've learned. When we finally come to the small clearing that leads to the lake, I see Nestor standing there, but he's not alone.
An older gentleman is there as well as the Secondary—he hasn't been eaten, but he definitely looks wounded. Nestor's face lights up when he spots me, and he gestures to the bloodied man on the ground.
“A gift for you, my mate,” he crows proudly.
I crinkle my nose at the man.
