ddr77 >> #17366000
Posted on 2023-12-30 02:43:29 Score: 4 (vote Up) ( Report comment )

Here is the story that is in the Description on FA,Made by backlash91: The Felldon Pass...a long narrow decrepit walk way from town to the old light house was a treacherous one. Loose stones soggy from the ever present fog and ocean spray made walking slow and cautious. The fence, once fine craftsmanship of a bygone day, now riddled with wear and tear, was standing mostly by the wind that kept pushing it back towards the cliffside it clung to. In some places it lay at the bottom of the sea, claimed as the coastal cliffs shifted and changed over the years. Most in town used the new paths, constructed recently and farther inland, but longer and safer. Many folks told tales of ill with the old Feldon trail. Tales of woe and bad luck, of travelers lost to the sea, and children going missing, ne'er to be seen again. Of all the rumors, myths, and legends told about the trail...only one was commonly repeated. For a thumping good reason no less. Mothers would warn their eldest sons not to tempt fate by exploring the path. Fathers would escort their daughters and younger children when night fell near the pass, for of all the stories the townsfolk told...one wrung with a sliver of truth. One history defended with a warning. "Don't trust the Feldon Pass Demon." Folks would say to new comers. and all because of ol' Jerry Brackentao, the man who proved it true. Jerry weren't no spring chicken. He'd seen his prime years come, wave like a passing ship, and flow right into his golden years. A old man surely, but a still right strong one with his hands, tilled by time and experience. To most Jerry were a honest and blunt man, never one to chit chat much, never one to run his gob at the pub. He'd order a pint, sink into one o' the many booths, and after that it was like he were part of the walls he was. One might sit down thinkin the booth were empty, only to find the man before em, quiet as the grave ol' jerry was. and fer good reason. See folks in towns like the one near feldon pass 'ave a way of getting to new comers. A sense of not belonging er some tripe, rattled about by any seekers of fortune that may alight in the town. Saying to some that they don't feel like they's home...more like they left and need to go back. But Jerry weren't one of em. He showed up in the town some 40 years back, interned for the lighthouse job, and got it the same day. Good with his hands, good with his eyes, and settled right into that tiny cobbled pile of stones on the coast he did. A quiet man Jerry was. A single man he seemed. Lonely however, he was not. Only ever once did someone at the pub press Jerry for info about his comings and goings. About his ditherin and datherins, about his hobbies and whatnots. Jerry said not a word to em. He sipped his pint, raised a brow, and waited till their enthusiasms dried up like fish on a dock in deh summer sun. So to say the townsfolk knew Jerry t'would be a slight. They knew of 'im, They knew where t'find 'im, They knew nottin about 'im. Other than he was one of the only souls that walked Feldon pass every day...and every night. Only That jerry, as old as he was, feared not the demon that lived there. Jerry found himself along that path now, his old dodderin knees cracking as he walked, one hand resting on the older stones of the high cliffside to his right. The night was deep and fog billowed over the pathway, but whether by luck or experience, not once did the old man slip. Assurance of footing, he kept his course, pace calm, as the mists swirled around him. The neck hairs he swore he shaved every other day now, stood on end. "Jeeerrrrryy...." He frowned, looking about his person and the path. No other soul around, as he figured. He shoved his hands in his pockets immediately, and hunched his eyes downwards, keeping only his sight to the trail below. His trusty captain's hat blocking sight from the front. "Awww...thats no way to treat a friend...Jerry..." The voice was music to his mind, spoken only so his brain would process it, and not his lobes. He scowled. "Begone, yeh Devil, I've no time fer games tonight." His voice was still a hushed whisper. For might Jerry never show fear in town...he showed it when alone. And right now the man wished he was alone. The sound of hooves clip clopped toward him, and he grit his teeth, knowing full well what his eyes would gaze upon should he dare look up. what he wanted...craved...desired to look upon so badly too... For jerry told no one anything about his person, for a secret did he keep close to his heart. Many a woman in his day had shown interest in him, both physically and socially. Yet fer all their efforts, all his give was a grimace and a grunt. For twas not the flesh of woman, that Jerry sought...not lusted after. No...Jerry craved something far more...animalistic... The wind hushed past his face, tickling his greying beard, and his head lifted off his head as if caressed from his scalp by the tenderest of hands... Or in this case a spaded black tail. Jerry's eyes met the view of a young foal's rear end, her firm ass cheeks, her pert and tight vulva winking wetly, and her anus puckered and puffy. Come now Jerry...lets play tonight... her voice was silk into his ears. The man swore and covered his eyes with a hand. "Blast it yeh filthy creature, I'll not consort with yeh this night...nor any!" The flaming foal, a demon that to Jerry always took the shape of his darkest desires, knickered in merriment and swished her tail gently around his waist, hooking his pants with her spade and pulling the man's hips grinding into her crotch. Her legs immediately spread wide for him and she sighed. Coiling her tail around his waist tightly as he fought to push her away. She ground here wet sex against his growing erection through his jeans, and she sighed longingly. "Oooh but I need you Jerry...and I know you need me too." Jerry, preoccupied with his hands grabbing at her tail, fruitlessly trying to unwind the unmoving coils, growled and slapped the creature hard across the back of her head. She snarled, immediately loosing him, and shying away. "To consort with yeh would be to blaspheme and I shalt not do it." He hissed, scooping up his cap and replacing it on his head. The foal growled, pinning her ears back as the man dared to walk past her. She huffed, and stamped her hooves before running forward and presenting her rump to him once more. "Jerry, come now...we are alone, i'm in need, and you want me...what's there to fear when no one can judge you? Jerry sighed, his eyes traveling over her form, her sexy, hellishly beautiful form, and turned his eyes away. "We play this game every damn night, and every fucking morning. Yeh know I'll not do it. Not fer the price you require." Walking forward he firmly pushed her rump aside, even as she tried to bow, tried to show full submission, his shove inadvertently knocked her to the ground. The foal cried out, a keening whinny of pain. Then a few feet later, she was in front of him again this time laying down. "That hurt, love...don't be so rough with me...I'm only a young innocent little foal after all..." She cooed, licking her leg as if she'd actually been hurt. She rolled over onto her side and spread her hind legs, abnormally swollen teats for a foal, sat before the man's widening eyes. She grinned, and let her long wet tongue slip out to glide between the engorged nipples. Her tongue tip wrapped around the nub of one teat and squeezed, dribbling milk onto her side. Her spaded tail whip cracked across her ass cheek as she did so. "Unless of course...if you want to be rough...you can be with me...I'll do anything you want me to, love." He growled under his breath and simply slipped past her again. Dodging her tail as it tried to coil around his leg. "Do me a favor then, grow up and go away." He snipped even as his erection swelled in his pants and a groan escaped him. She grimaced, watching as he grumbled down the pathway. The trip to the light house was a long one, especially considering how ever other fence post, he came face to face with the demon foal as her efforts got increasingly more frantic. She took on different poses, appeared with riding gear, and sext toys around her. Sometimes she'd simply firmly try to shove her rump in his way, presenting her pussy and anus, saying lewd commentary on ways he could ravage her young body. but for once, as they neared the end of the driveway to his light house cabin, She seemed frantic. For once she seemed truly desperate to halt his advances. her words became harsher yet filled with fear. "Jerry no, please don't go inside, I'm begging you, I'll um, I'll let you muzzle fuck me, pulling my ears and cumming down my throat u-until I gag and can't breathe! I'll...I'll let you fist me, until I can't walk straight! Jerry!....Jerry don't go inside that cabin!" As he alighted on the steps of his cabins, The demon did something he didn't expect. "No...No please no! Wait! I'll do it all for free!!!" She screamed. The whinny that tore from her lips was ragged, beyond desperate now, and for once Jerry genuinely gave her his attention. Normally she was slutty but regal, poised and snooty certainly, but with an air of sexual desire. Now? Now she looked genuinely scared. He replayed her words in his head. "For free, all of it? Every thing you yammered on about down the trail, all these months and weeks and years. All.OF.IT?" He stated. When she frantically nodded, he felt the hairs on his head stand even higher. She simply looked back at the cabin. "Just never go back in there. Th-that's all I request." "Why?" He growled. "Why are yeh so desperate all of a sud'n?" She was silent for a moment, long enough that he turned away once more. She spoke. "If you go into that cabin tonight...it will be your last night alive." She whispered. He blinked at her. "It's no threat...but a promise...demons, devils, creatures of darkness...we can see both your darkest desires...as well as your death..." He frowned, looking back at the lighthouse with a new sense of foreboding curiosity. "An' how exactly do I die then?" He watched as she growled and stamped a hoof. "N-Not by me sadly...I can't tell you much else." He noted the hint of sourness in her voice as she said it. "I cannot say how you die...just that you will..." She looked to the cabin, and growled at it. "But I see you entering...and then....then your soul is suddenly gone. Permanently gone." He stood there, folding his arms over his chest as he watched her, and she watched him. Several seconds of silence went by, before he spoke. Pointing a finger art the nearby barn. "What about in there? Is my death in there?" The foal glanced at it for a moment, and then shook her head. "No. No death...a bug bite or two...but no death." He grinned, and she immediately grimaced. "Well then I 'll accept your offer. I won't go in that cabin again, if you let me have you...all of you...however I want...when ever I want... where ever I want. As gently or as roughly as I desire." She nodded, a small slime on her lips, and an ounce of hope glimmered in her eyes. "A-and I can maybe have your sou–" "Nope. You said for free, little filly." The snarl that tore it's way from the creature was nothing from a child of any species, but he couldn't help but smile as he waltzed, no...he danced, his way to the barn, Finally, after years of torment, he would have her. After years of trickery and deception, he'd gotten her to break. As he slapped her rump and pulled the foal by her horns into a stall, making her whinny in shock, though, she grinned as well... Finally, she would have him all to herself.

Asslover88 >> #17366018
Posted on 2023-12-30 02:45:04 Score: 4 (vote Up) ( Report comment )

^ HOLY SHIT MAN ghad damn ;-;

Darkeffect >> #18025128
Posted on 2024-02-06 10:59:58 Score: 1 (vote Up) ( Report comment )

Wasn't expecting a full story