Date: Tue, 18 Aug 2009 04:19:00 -0700 (PDT)
From: bradanaleodag@yahoo.com
Subject: The Muse Sci-fi/magic transgender

	The goddess reared her hips back until her cock was almost out of
the Muse's swollen vagina, then she grabbed the Muse above the hip bones
with both hands. With a throaty cry, she rammed her horse-sized phallus as
deep as she could go. Then she went deeper until her small tight balls
banged hard into the Muse's inner thighs.
	The Muse squealed at the deep penetration and the goddess gave a
very girlish grunt of relief as the Muse squirmed and panted at the
continued ramming. Soon the Muse was quaking in orgasm and the goddess let
the cum release from her big swollen dick inside the quivering girl.
	The Muse reached back to hold the goddess deep within her, trying
to hold the prick with her cunt muscles. She savored the satisfaction of
cumming hard and having a huge, slippery cock deep inside her contracting
womb. She ground her pussy hard on the dick, moaning.
	The goddess held her there for a while, both physically and
mentally, and then lifted the Muse off of her with a slick `pop'. The Muse
fell limp and exhausted into her arms. The goddess carried her to the
sacred spring and bathed the Muse in the soft, magical, gentle water. She
took great care with the Muse's swollen and abused pussy.
	Lifting her out of the spring, the goddess gently dressed her in a
diaphanous sky blue short chiton and laid the Muse into a soft bed of daisy
and camelia petals. The Muse sighed with contentment and lolled awake for a
bit, stretching and giving the goddess a vixen's smile. Then she sighed and
rustled deep into the flowers, falling asleep.
	The goddess felt her prick twitch just above her wet pussy and for
a moment she was tempted by the Muse. But she had goddess things to do, now
that her testosterone levels had been dumped within the Muse.  Many of the
faithful needed her strength. She could sense them in their need. Perhaps
on her return she would swing through the realm of the forest nymphs again
to quench the fire in her vagina...


	THE MUSE fell into rapid-eye-movement and as she did, a transparent
form of herself floated out of her body and upright into the air. It seemed
as if a gentle breeze blew through her dress, causing it to shimmer and
shine a florescent deep bluish-purple, enhancing the sexy curves and making
her nipples peak.
	Over the eons, they had worked together; the Muse in her
transparent form inspiring the goddess, the goddess then giving the Muse
her mission sexually when she was in her body to help inspire the mortal to
whom the goddess sent her.
	The Muse watched the goddess as the Mother-of-All dressed. She
watched the soft, dazzling sheer-white tunic slide over and down the
tantalizing arms, then shimmer down the nape over her beautiful neck,
cascading down and then slipping over the perfect boobs and nipples, and
then down over her creamy ass and over both of the goddess' sexual organs.
	She wished that she could taste the love juices of the goddess's
sweet pussy, but the goddess primarily fucked her with that huge dick.  The
Muse smiled and her sleeping self sighed thinking about their recent
union. Well did she know that the goddess would need to release her
estrogen, so she planted the thought about visiting the realm of the forest
nymphs on her return to this plane. She knew that one of the rutting bucks
would satisfy her.
	As the goddess turned to look at the Muse's sleeping form, the Muse
departed lest she get caught. She had a mission and she needed to perform
it. She loved the goddess so, and therefore was happy that she could plant
a thought that would satisfy her needs. The Muse floated up and entered the
magical purple vortex that would take her to the mortal realm where she
needed to find the object of her mission.
	Being of a transparent nature, the vortex delivered her to the
mortal realm in seconds and the Muse shivered as the cool Earth winds blew
against her sheer garment, molding it to her lovely form. Her nipples were
erect on her beautiful breasts and the silk of her garment seemed to soothe
her battered pussy as she drifted on the currents of the wind. She missed
Earth sometimes, having been mortal before the goddess took her, and the
smells and sounds of people surged over her.
	She finally came to rest outside an apartment building located
within a small city. She closed her eyes and `felt' the pull of a longing
soul and almost instantaneously she was within a small but clean apartment.
	She floated next to a balding, plump middle-aged man seated in
front of a screen on a small desk. He was dressed in black lingerie, a
corset laced tightly over his middle and the bra was stuffed with silicon
breast enhancers. He had black silk panties over which was a garter belt
holding up thigh high seamed silk stockings. On his feet was a pair of size
number 12, black, 4-inch pumps. He was watching the screen intently and
gently rubbing his bulging crotch.
	The Muse carefully peeked over his shoulder to see what he was
viewing on the screen. It looked like what the mortals called cartoons at
first. Then she noticed that the figures were moving as the little man
typed in commands. Intrigued, she took a closer look.  A blondish she-male
was on her back, lying on a man on a couch and a huge black cock was
thrusting hard into her ass as her boobs shook with every thrust the stud
made into her. The poor cross-dresser began to rub his crotch harder as the
action ensued on the screen and the Muse could now see the head of his dick
peeking out of the top of his panties.
	The Muse suppressed a giggle, then did an instantaneous search of
the room, noting the pentacle and the candles that were in their proper
place at the Wiccan altar. The Muse spread her arms, leaned back her head
and closed her eyes. Then she opened them and watched.
	The man left the chair suddenly, his hard cock sliding out of the
slippery silk of the panties and he somehow pushed it back into place as he
stood. He adjusted his bra and tits and then sauntered over to the altar,
savoring the way the silicone bounced on his chest as he practiced his
`slut-walk' in high heels. He daintily reached into a sea shell, pulled out
a lighter and lit the candles.
	He checked the seams of his stockings and then tried to glide back
to the chair, but he was wobbly on the high heels. The Muse felt pity on
him and sent him a calming thought and almost immediately he recovered his
poise and slide back into his chair.
	He reached into his bra and the Muse watched as he teased his
nipples with one hand while rubbing his cock with the other, his eyes glued
to the screen.
	`This is going to be an easy one,' thought the Muse and she once
again leaned her hair back, closed her eyes and this time spread her
legs. She opened her soul and called for the Magick.
	The air crackled with electricity and small lighting-bolts bounced
allover the room in various shades of purple and blues. The Muse had
forgotten the sensation and the instant of shock that she received from
such a burst of raw Magic momentarily stunned her. She had not been
expecting such a great force and before she could react there was a large
boom and she was sucked into the small screen by a small but powerful
vortex.
	Her transparent self felt all tingly as her atoms and molecules
were re-arranged as she traveled within the optic fiber to her
destination. The Muse landed and she screamed as the big black dick impaled
her ass, jamming it's girth deep into her rectum. His hands had her boobs
for hand-holds and her balls slapped against her inner thighs as the stud
fucked her. She looked up and she thought she could see the face and bra of
the cross dresser staring down at her.
	She could feel the dick swelling inside her and the surge of his
cum as he released deep within her bowels. The man grabbed her dick and
with an expert twist had her cumming as he finished his released.
	Dazed and now sore from another rough bout of sex, the Muse slid
off the cock and tried to catch her bearings.