Date: Wed, 4 Nov 2015 02:50:04 -0500 From: David Mathenge Subject: A Memoriam Of Trees 9 A Memoriam Of Trees 9 I, Alexandre Savoie, alias Romantyke and/or David Mathenge, claims ownership to this story. All events, names and characters indicia are purely fictional. Alongside the fictional reality of the contents can be found mythological and magical matters which are made impossible in real life. If anyhow there appears to be any events from the story out of its black ink on the white paper, it is purely coincidential. Also, I have to remind the Nifty readers that a donation, however small the amount, is a gesture of generousity. It contributes to the future of the website, its moderators along with its numerous authors and readers. Feel free to donate, and do not be ashamed even if it happens to be a scarce two dollars. You will be thanked kindly. This is part nine. The story, which has begun in a fictional yet real world, is now unfolding to a more mythological and magical side which matches with its predecessorial unmagical beginning. Before I begin, I'd like to adress readers, reading authors and the website moderators. I write fewer sex scenes than may be expected, I admit. My stories are gay at the source nonetheless. Please don't judge me. Sex is not exactly a primary part of my life, but I do what I can to please the readers. -- I encourage readers to give me suggestions. It can be for sexual matter in my future publication or any else. That could help me. Suggestions and constructive commentaries are greatly appreciated. -- Please sit down, light up and enjoy. April 14th 2009 Vallee de la Rouge Quebec, Canada ' That is one beautiful foal, Mama! ' commented little girl Naila, looking between the fence electric ropes at the splendid Pegasus horse. It was a female. And to the wonder of everyone, its wings were truly working. However, she would not let anybody approach her nor tame her at all. She had grown twice her size in a single day, and she was vigorous with brimming energy. Catherine had picked me up in the debris filled field. She was dumbfounded by Kim's foal. She had brought me back after charging me on her own small buggy. Kim was so energised she had been joined with the other horse, Jim. The Pegasus was wild and would not let Catherine approach her. The farm matron gave up after several minutes of trying to tame the albinos foal. However, as soon as Catherine had started to get back home with myself still out cold in the buggy, the Pegasus had spread its wings and followed the buggy by airways. Patrick had replenished my health, but he was livid with rage and it took Catherine's influence to send him away. Then she had sat on my bed and questioned me. Trying to look -- and sound-- serious, I lied all the way, except about the little foal truly being Kim's baby. Todd was nowhere in sight all that day, and he was only back by evening. Extremely irresistible, his cigarette was dangling between his thick brown lips, and he was walking with his old fashioned hat over his eyes. I was outside planting rocketleaf on the front lane when he kissed me in the neck and murmured that the stuff for recovery was all well hidden near the wall. ' Where are the keys? ' he asked. I looked around and... ' They were in my pocket by the time they took care of me. I think they may still be inside... ' Todd was flabberghasted. ' You are a dumb whitey! ' ' What? ' Todd rushed inside, followed by me. He went into the basement and opened the drier door. There were my old clothes. Freshly cleaned. Todd frantically searched the pocketses and there the keys were! He made a sigh of relief. ' Next time, I will be keeping these. ' he decided sternly. ' No way! ' ' I am the Black man in the plan and will be the leader! ' ' You were stupid enough to forget Kim was pregnant. ' I replied coldly. ' This had nothing to do with you, boy. Now, get back outside and finish your work. ' ' Will you stop treating me as a child?! ' I shouted back. ' I'll do as I please! Got it?! ' Todd made a sideway smile. Then he laughed. ' Hmmm, you always have been a stubborn pup. What say we just go for a walk a chat a bit? ' ' Yeah... ' He lit a cigarette and gave me one. We went through the kitchen back door to avoid being caught. But we landed face to face with autist Ann. She was about forty and very much in her own affairs. She loved making sounds and was the best human calendar I ever have met. This evening, however, she did not look to be concerned with any upcoming event to be stressful, and was simply making the inventory for the weaving class. She did not seem interested in Todd and me at all, and glided away from us as if she was on rollerblades, keeping on with her task. ' Come. ' Todd beckoned me. It took half an hour to be left alone in the wood by the mountain side. The evening air announced nothing but the spring. It was a soft breeze, perfumed, and the air itself was deeply comfy. Winter was dead for good now. Todd was smoking cigarette over cigarette. Looking at me, there came a sudden tilt of desire and he grasped me with passion. He kissed me with furious avidity and was biting my lips. In a matter of seconds, we both were nude. I was lying on the dead leaves while he was standing over me. His Black dick was extremely hard and throbbing. Todd looked so irresistible standing over me like this that I had a shiver of sexual desire. Todd sat down on me and used his boner to fuck my skull face. His dick came very fast, and he was moaning with grunts of pleasure. His cigarette between his lips was twitching, his dick felt touched with a fit of throbs in my mouth. I swallowed it all. Then it was my turn. Stealing his cigarette, I sat down on him and did him the same trick. My pleasure was unimaginable. From head to toe, orgasm flowed through me like water. Deep love were in both of our eyes as we gazed upon each other. We slept under the stars, covered with our sperms. We came and came so many times, until it hurt, and we slept. The next day, we went back to the farm. The kids Naila and Anael were watching the Pegasus foal. Catherine was pondering her daughter's compliments for the foal. ' Well, it IS a very magnificent beast. But how will we use it for work?' She said aloud. ' I will ride her and travel the world! ' vowed Anael. ' No, you won't, little boy! She is very savage, and you are only four! You are not ready to face trials with her! ' ' Fine, keep your hair on! ' ' And don't get too close to the electric ropes! ' Catherine turned to Todd and me. She had a good smile, yet ombraged by some troubled gloom. ' You have been courageoud to handle Kim's foalbirth. ' she complimented me. ' But the baby will never be tamed by ourselves. I can foresee it. She has grown into a two years old horse in only twenty four hours. It is not a normal charge. And she seems to possess some intelligence as well, more than the average. I will have to find a tamer in the neighbouring farm. It belongs to Mr Berthochi, a rich farmer from Russia. He has loads of money and employees. Oh! And you were very lucky to survive that tornado, dear. The newspaper this morning read it was a EF-3, quite powerful. Those are rare in Canada, but they seem to spawn more and more nowadays during springs, summers and autumns... sign of climate changes...oh well... supper is being prepared by Johanne. Feel free to come in. Later, fellas. ' Wiping her sweaty forehead with her pocket handkerchief, she took the kids with her, ignoring their arguing, and went back towards home down the path. Todd lit a cigarette and stood there watching the Pegasus. It was running madly about the paddock and waving its wings. Sometimes flying, sometimes staying on the ground. She then noticed me, and her purely amazing blue eyes seemed to flash with a inner light. She trotted to me, and let me touch her musle. Her eyelids closed, as if she liked the pet she begged for. ' How did they name her? ' I asked Todd. ' Alice. ' he answered through the perfect smoke circles he was exhaling with pure pleasure. ' A nice name for a horse. ' To Be Continued... Montreal, Quebec, Canada