Date: Thu, 02 Aug 2001 08:33:24 +0000
From: Matric Finrhos <matricfinrhos@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Eunuch and The Stallion

The Eunuch and the Stallion

By Matric Finrhos
(c) August 2001


  Know, O reader, that the magical carpet, upon which
Fazir made his escape from the fortress of the
terrifying djinn, flew on and on. Across the jagged
mountain peaks, above the deep ravines of the desolate
wastes, and over the wind-sculpted dunes, it flew.
  The hapless Fazir tried desperately to control the
flight of the carpet. He tried speaking aloud all of the
possible command words he had heard in stories, but his
timidly imperious tones failed to have the slightest
effect. He attempted to divert the rug by pulling on the
tasselled corners. He even ventured to shift his weight
to one side or another in the hope of influencing its
direction. But all his efforts were in vain and the
carpet continued flying on its arrow-straight course at
an alarming velocity, with the naked shivering eunuch
clinging tightly on.

  After some time there appeared in the distance far
ahead a fortress of white marble, with high battlements
and gleaming minarets. As the magical carpet approached,
it circled the citadel and slowly descended. The
terrified eunuch gazed down in the hope that his ordeal
might at last be nearing an end. However, to Fazir's
immense dismay, he noticed that the walls and towers of
the fortress were bristling with men armed with curved
scimitars and broad-bladed spears. From beneath a
hundred pointed helms he could see the faces of the
soldiers looking up at the descending carpet.
  As Fazir watched, one of the men drew back on a
double-curved bow and loosed an arrow that whistled
menacingly towards him. Although it fell short of
Fazir's lofty but precarious perch, the air was soon
alive with feathered shafts and as the carpet swooped
lower and lower some of the arrow tips grazed the
fabric.

  As if in response to this assault, the carpet began to
jerk and spin in a bewildering dance through the air,
trying to evade the hail of missiles. On one of these
daring manoeuvres the trailing corner of the carpet
snagged upon a spike which adorned the pinnacle of the
loftiest minaret. This latest disaster sent Fazir's
sorcerous conveyance diving away from the fortress
walls, but leaving an ever-lengthening tail of thread
behind it.
  The luckless eunuch was now almost in a fit of terror.
With a wide-eyed backward glance he plunged groundwards
aboard the unravelling rug. The end of the thread was
still caught fast on the receding spike, and the carpet
was rapidly getting smaller and smaller. At least now he
was beyond the range of the defenders in the citadel.
But it seemed to Fazir that the magical carpet would
have become entirely unwound before he reached the
safety of the ground.
  To make matters even worse, he realised that his
present course would take him right into the midst of
the army camped within sight of the fortress. No doubt
these were the besiegers against whose attacks the
soldiers of the citadel were prepared. Fazir doubted
that his reception by these troops would be any gentler.

  At this time there was much consternation in the camp
of the besieging army. A group of scouts had caught a
fine white stallion which had apparently escaped from
their enemy's stronghold. Being a superstitious folk,
many of the soldiers regarded such an unusual event as a
powerful omen. But they were undecided whether this was
a portent of victory or impending disaster.
  Some of the warriors contended that such a magnificent
stallion must surely belong to the emir against whom
they warred. Since his mount had obviously deserted his
master, this must foretell that the fortress was doomed
to fall. They advised that their sheikh should boldly
lead the triumphant attack upon the citadel mounted upon
the charger.
  Other soldiers argued equally vehemently, that the
horse, being a beast of burden and a slave to man, was
inherently an omen of defeat and perpetual servitude.
They believed that this was no ordinary creature. "Look
how it twists and prances, snorts and gnashes its
teeth," they cried. "Surely this is a messenger sent
from the Shadow World by our ancestors as a warning of
potential disaster." They counselled that the campaign
should be aborted immediately and the stallion should be
sacrificed to the gods to remove any curse of ill luck.

  What none of them knew was that the stallion was
actually the son of the emir who even now gazed from the
tower of his citadel upon the army camped before his
gates. The young prince had so much wanted to be with
his true love who lived in a valley a few leagues
distant, that he had persuaded his father's grand vizier
to transform him temporarily into a horse. Thus
ensorcelled, he had planned to evade the attackers and
visit his sweetheart, from whom he had been separated
for long weeks as a result of the siege.
  But his daring plan had gone sadly awry. The sharp-
eyed scouts quickly captured him with ropes and dragged
him back to their camp, expecting to profit by the sale
of such an impressive beast. Now the prince cursed his
own vanity that had made him choose to be such a
handsome snow-white stallion. If only he had elected to
become a tattered old pony, then surely he would have
succeeded.

  The wise old sheikh who commanded this army had
hitherto held his peace, dismayed at the fuss that the
stallion's capture had caused. Now he was distracted
from the earnest business of preparing the final
assault. Nevertheless, being a seasoned campaigner and a
wise ruler, he did not under-estimate the importance of
omens and their effect upon the morale and fighting
ability of his soldiers.
  So he called all his captains and officers to silence
to hear his pronouncement. He declared that the horse
was indeed a symbol of servitude and obedience, and lo!
here was their enemy's finest stallion fallen into their
hands, as if by the will of the gods. If this was indeed
a messenger, then it could not be right to kill such a
noble beast. Therefore, the sheikh would lead the
stallion into battle, but to reinforce their mastery
over the outcome of the assault, he ordered that the
stallion should first be gelded.
  Upon hearing this, the prince's ears swivelled back,
his eyes bulged and he set up a furious neighing. He
reared and kicked out his hind-legs in an attempt to
escape, but the soldiers held fast to the ropes around
his neck, and he could not break free.


  The sheikh and the entire company were much amazed and
not a little unnerved that the horse should react so
violently to the sheikh's words. Just as they stood
watching the soldiers efforts to restrain the frantic
beast, Fazir hurtled over their heads and plummeted
headlong into the gaudily striped pavilion wherein the
sheikh held his counsels of war. With a ripping of
fabric and a clatter of tent poles, the entire canopy
collapsed, leaving the naked eunuch breathless but
unharmed.
  The soldiers sent up a cry of bewilderment, and all of
the officers, and even the sheikh, stepped back in
astonishment. Never before had they witnessed such a
thing. First a mysterious white stallion, and now a
naked boy descending from the sky as if launched by a
mighty catapult.
  Murmurs of shock and ill-omen raced around the
assembled throng, as Fazir climbed unsteadily to his
feet and disentangled himself from the tent ropes.
Stepping forward, he addressed one of the astonished
captains, asking him what land this was. However, to the
gathered men his words were entirely incomprehensible,
for this was far, far from Fazir's native land.
  "He speaks in the tongue of the foreign devils!"
declared one soldier.
  "No, surely here is one of the angels of paradise sent
to guide us!" marvelled another.
  "Look! The boy is gelded!" exclaimed a third, staring
rudely at Fazir's naked parts.
  Now all of the crowd turned their gaze upon Fazir's
hairless pizzle, forlornly devoid of the organs of
reproduction which had been shorn from him as a child.
Then the soldiers all turned expectantly to their
sheikh.

  With a nervous cough, the sheikh took a step forward.
He knew that he must resolve his soldier's fears or risk
the imminent disintegration of his army. Moreover, he
wanted to end all further discussion of omens and
portents.
  "Clearly, the gelded boy is sent from on high as an
indication that the stallion must not be touched."
intoned the sheikh with only a trace of uncertainty in
his voice. "So then, we shall rid ourselves of all ill
luck by releasing the pair of them to return to the
Shadow World from whence they came. But we will still
show that the horse is servant to the man, and both must
bend to the will of an all-conquering ruler."
  So saying, he ordered his men to seize hold of Fazir
and to tie him to the stallion's back. Despite Fazir's
most plaintive entreaties, which were sadly unfathomable
to all those who heard them, he was hoisted onto the
stallion's broad back. Whilst a score of soldiers held
the horse still, stout ropes were passed beneath its
belly and tied painfully tight around Fazir's wrists and
ankles.
  Once it was established that the eunuch was firmly
bound astride the beast, the sheikh barked an order and
the ring of soldiers drew back. With a stamping of
hooves, the prince galloped away from the demolished
tent and the assembled soldiery, and set off at top
speed for the distant horizon.

  Poor Fazir could do nothing but endure the shaking and
jostling as the prince pounded over the low hills. For
his own part, the prince barely noticed the young
eunuch, such was the boy's lightness and the prince's
eagerness to get away from his enemies and to reach his
lover's arms.
  But soon enough the prince remembered Fazir's
presence, as the eunuch started moaning and calling
Whoa! in a pitiful voice. The prince had been just as
startled as his captors when Fazir had landed upon the
sheikh's pavilion. He had no better idea of who or what
Fazir was than had the soldiers. He was therefore keen
to rid himself of this irritating, albeit slight,
encumbrance.

  With a sudden lurch and a violent buck of his hind-
quarters, the prince attempted to dislodge the boy.
However, the ropes fastened to Fazir's limbs were too
well tied to be released by even such a powerful jerk as
this. All that happened was that Fazir's perch atop the
stallion's back was dislodged and he slipped around so
that he was pressed against the horse's left flank.
  Peering around, the prince's equine head regarded the
precariously clinging eunuch with resignation. It was
clear that the bonds were too tight to come loose by
this method, and now the lad would affect the prince's
balance. There seemed no alternative but to continue
with all haste to the safety of the palace in which
dwelt his betrothed. There he could await the waning of
the spell which had transformed him into his present
form.

  Thus resolved, the prince cantered off once more. With
each stride, however, the helpless eunuch found that he
was slipping further down the creature's sweating flank
and under its lurching belly. Soon enough, Fazir found
himself hanging below the pounding stallion, with his
head between the forelegs and his posterior between the
stallion's powerful back-legs.
  As the prince raced downhill, Fazir would slip forward
and his narrow shoulders would be brushed by the horse's
front legs. As the prince trotted uphill, however, Fazir
would slip backward.
  On one such long upward climb, as the prince was
thinking longingly of his lover's tender embrace, he
began to notice a stirring in his loins. Soon enough,
the prince was not the only one to notice. With the
motion of their ascent up the steep hill, the stallion's
male parts were rubbing against Fazir's smooth buttocks.
Gradually this excitation caused the prince's mighty
endowment to swell, thereby increasing the pressure upon
the boy's delicate flesh.
  Each footfall, each jolt and bounce caused more
friction and the prince's equine member grew and
stiffened. Fazir was almost beyond feeling surprise at
this latest calamity. But just when it seemed that the
stallion's mighty tool must break through and pierce the
boy's precious entrance, the prince reached the summit
of the ridge and began to descend the other side.

  Much to Fazir's relief, this change of inclination
brought an immediate reduction of the painful pressure
on his behind. The prince, however, felt no relief, only
frustration. Carefully he picked his way down the rocky
slope and across the floor of the gully.
  Fazir's respite was not to last long. Craftily, the
lustful prince selected the longest and steepest route
up the next hill. As they began the ascent, the prince's
parts once again grew larger and stiffened. With a well-
timed jump over a rock the tip of this mighty tool
forced its way into Fazir's much-used hind parts and
with each subsequent stride it slithered further in.
  The prince was soon in rapture, but for Fazir the
discomfort of the enormity of the horse pounding into
his fundament was almost unbearable. To the eunuch's
immense relief they eventually reached the top of the
hill.

  The prince soon discovered that with the stallion's
mighty frame came an almost inexhaustible sexual
stamina. The prince also knew, however, that he had
already covered most of the distance between his
father's fortress and his sweetheart's palace. Now there
were no more hills or ridges whereby he could gratify
his untiring lusts upon his unwilling passenger, only a
gentle plain.
  The prince's dilemma grew deeper as he realised that
when he eventually returned to his human form he would
be entirely naked. He had not foreseen this problem.
Neither could he simply trot into the court-yard of the
palace, with a young eunuch bound fast to his belly.
Until he regained his human body, he would not be able
to explain who he really was, or how he came to be
there. Clearly he must approach the palace undetected
and, once transformed, he would acquire some suitable
raiment.

  By now the prince, still in the guise of the snow-
white stallion, was cantering along the track that led
through the estate that belonged to his sweetheart's
father. He spied an isolated barn set well away from the
road and out of sight of the palace. At once he trotted
towards it, between the groves where the oranges grew
ripe in the autumn sunshine.
  Reaching the comparative seclusion of the barn, the
prince calculated that he had perhaps an hour to wait
before the effects of the spell wore off. He could not
be certain, however, as he had only the height of the
sun with which to judge the time. He refreshed himself
with water from a trough and helped himself to a
succulent orange. There was no such opportunity for
Fazir, however, still bound hand and foot beneath the
horse's sweating body. Indeed, the timid eunuch began to
despair of ever being released from the wilful beast.
  Having nothing better to occupy his time, the prince's
thoughts drifted once again to his lady. O, how he
yearned for her delicate kisses, the cascade of her
golden tresses, the ivory perfection of her soft bosom.
He dreamed of what he would do once he had reached his
love's bedchamber.

  Such lascivious thoughts had a predictable effect.
Once again the Prince's equine hugeness emerged from his
loins to press urgently against Fazir's unwelcoming
entrance. Becoming aware of his stiffness, the prince
sought a way to satisfy his urgent desires. This time,
there were no hills to aid him. Exploring further into
the barn, the prince found what he required. Rearing up,
he rested his fore-legs on a stout barrel.
  At this angle, poor Fazir's own weight drew him down
against the tip of the hose's enormity. The prince began
to jerk and buck his hind-quarters, causing the stout
invader to writhe and squirm between the moist cheeks of
Fazir's nether portion. With a gasp from Fazir and a
snort from the prince, the Prince once again achieved
that joyous envelopment which he longed for.
  Now, with Fazir firmly impaled, the prince was able to
use all the strength of his equine body to thrust into
the boy. Soon his excitement approached its zenith. Just
as his male parts were about to reach fulfilment,
however, the prince suddenly returned to his human form.
However, he was too far gone in the throes of ecstasy to
be disturbed by even this extraordinary transformation.
Grabbing the startled eunuch and pressing him against
the barrel, the prince continued with the act of joy to
the point of fulfilment using his now much reduced
member.

  At that precise moment, who should walk into the barn
but a gardener employed by the father of the prince's
sweetheart?  He had been picking oranges in the grove
and had come to investigate the raucous sounds of
neighing. With a gasp the man took in the scene before
him. Dropping his basket he ran towards the palace, to
fetch the guards.  The naked prince, unaware of his
discoverer, casually disentangled himself from the ropes
still binding Fazir's hands and feet. He then set about
finding some clothing, and having fashioned a crude robe
from two sacks, he slipped away towards the palace in
search of his sweetheart.
  As for Fazir, he was nearly in a swoon from the
pounding his hind-parts had received, and the sudden
transformation of the stallion into a man had virtually
robbed him of his senses. Of one thing only was he sure
- he wished to depart as soon as possible.
  At the palace the Prince sneaked into the servant's
quarters, hoping to find a back way up to the Princess'
chambers. The house was in an uproar, however, as guards
were summoned from all over the palace to search the
grounds. With growing trepidation the prince overheard
the old gardener tell the assembled servants that he had
seen the Emir's son, as plain as day, cavorting in the
orange grove barn with a boy he had tied hand and foot.
The servants groaned with shock and disgust, and several
remarked that it was well that the Princess was no
longer in the palace to hear such news of her former
admirer.
  On hearing this, the Prince hastily took his leave.
Thus it was that as the unlucky prince escaped the
palace, evaded the enraged guards, and soon caught up
with the startled eunuch as he waddled painfully through
the orange groves towards the distant hills.


  As to whether the foolish prince ever regained his
love, and what next befell the unfortunate Fazir, that
tale must wait upon another night.


                        oOo



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