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The Mustang
By Anon Allsop
Driving alone in the desert, Brock sped along listening to
the sweet sound of his BMW. He had been on the road for the
past two days since leaving St. Louis, headed for what he
thought would be a great life in sunny southern California.
Humming to himself as he drove down the lonely stretch of
highway as the sunlight began to cast yellow, orange and
red into the early morning sky. The day promised to be
exquisite with the temperature hovering in the low to mid
eighties and no threat of rain. Brock downshifted and
pulled into a small service station to fill his car with
gas.
Leaning against his fender, he surveyed the small store and
surroundings. He watched as a lazy dog stood up and circled
around twice before laying in the same spot again. The dog
thumped his tail as he noticed Brock looking in its
direction. Brock smiled and glanced back to the business at
hand, the ever rolling amounts tallying up the gas as it
entered his tank.
As he finished filling his tank, he heard a car approaching
him from behind. It was another car pulling in for gas. He
hung up the nozzle as the gleaming Mustang pulled into the
opposite side of his BMW. The car was a sweet vintage candy
apple red Mustang Convertible. He could tell from the
chrome that it was a 1966, with a powerful motor rumbling
the ground around.
Brock watched as a tall young man got out and nodded in his
direction, Brock smiled and stepped up on the island to get
a better look at the muscle car of his dreams. Blowing air
through his lips in a silent whistle, Brock eyed the sleek
lines of the classic as the driver came around to the pump.
"Sweet Car." Brock said nodding his head in the direction
of the Mustang. "I use to have a hardtop... just about the
same color though."
The man smiled and unscrewed his gas cap. Looking at the
license plate of Brock's car he noticed that he was from
out of state also. "Missouri... heading west on vacation?"
"Huh?" Seeing the direction the man was looking Brock
realized that he was just curious about his trip. "Yeah I'm
heading west, but actually I'm looking for work, no one is
back there for me." jerking his thumb over his shoulder and
added, "Looks like that's the direction of my future. How
about yourself... are you from around here or just passing
through like I am?"
He smiled in a ruggedly handsome way and hung up the pump,
"Just passing through like you."
Brock reached for his wallet as and turned to head up to
pay for his gas, he noticed that the man was right behind.
Brock laughed and asked, "Bet your Mustang is a real chick
magnet? You probably don't have any problems getting the
babes." The man smiled and shrugged his shoulders. Brock
continued, "Hell, if I were a chick I would want to sit my
ass on those seats... the car is awesome."
The man raised his eyebrows with Brock's comment, then
laughed. "Most women don't want to ride around in my
Mustang, they say it's too old and noisy. They complain
when I put the top down because it messes up their hair...
seems I just haven't found the girl that thinks like me."
Brock nodded and dropping his change into a vending machine
waited for the Mustang man to pay for his gas. Holding the
soda in his hand he stepped out the door and started
walking back to his car. Leaning against his fender he took
a swig from the bottle and checked out the brilliant
reflecting sun as it bounced off the red of the car. He
heard the man approaching from behind and turned to meet
him.
"I'm sorry," the man said, "I've forgotten my manners." he
offered his hand, which Brock took. "My name is Kensington
Allsop... my friends call me Ken."
"Brock... Brock Richards." he said as he grasped the big
hands of Ken. Brock looked at him trying to figure who the
man reminded him of then it came to him... Ken looked like
a young Tom Sellick.
"You know, what you were saying in there is the truth.
Women don't know how to appreciate the sound of a sweet
motor, they don't realize just how sexy they look sitting
in one of these muscle machines. There isn't anything
hotter to look at than a sassy blonde with flowing hair
riding in a convertible." Ken nodded in agreement as Brock
continued. "I have the same problem with women, my last
girlfriend dumped me because I wanted to settle down and
get married. I told her that we could have a family after a
year or so, she asked... so I told her that I want about
four kids. She dumped me faster than that sweet car of
yours can drive... do you think I'll ever find someone who
wants to go through all of that?" Brock took another drink
of his soda. "I don't smoke, can't stand the taste of
alcohol, and stay away from drugs... do you think that
matters with women? No... unless you have a wad of money...
they don't care!"
Ken took a drink from the bottle of pop he was holding,
"That's very commendable Brock, anyone should be happy to
have someone like you. If I could bottle you all up and put
it into my ideal woman... then at least, I would have the
answer to what I have been looking for."
Brock laughed and threw his bottle into the trashcan. "Well
man, I got to burn up some road. Take it easy Ken, hope you
find that babe you're after." Brock laughed and stuffed a
stick of gum into his mouth.
The two men stood up and again shook hands and went to
their respective cars. Brock started his car up as Ken lit
the candle on his mighty Mustang. "Damn, Brock thought to
himself, that car does sound sweet." With a heavy sigh, he
put his car into gear and pulled out of the station and
back onto the highway.
***
At that same moment, Ken climbed into his Mustang, turned
the key and the monstrous motor roared to life. Up ahead
was miles and miles of lonely highway, behind was a
domineering mother who chided him of his mortal wants. You
see, Ken had other choices that he could have pursued but
instead he opted for the way of life that he had described
to Brock. He preferred the open road, the possibility of a
beautiful woman to warm his bed and the eventuality of
children to echo the halls of his yet to be determined
home.
It was true that he had the powers that his ancestry
possessed, to call out of thin air a spell or incantation
that could make a flower bloom or turn a dog into a cat.
But you see, Ken really had no wish to use these powers for
his own gain unless it would be to make him happy and still
fulfill his dreams. One such dream was the Mustang itself.
Ken had bought if from a man for $300.00, and once he had
his barely running "Rustang" alone and away from view... he
transformed it into the beauty that Brock was admiring.
Ken's only problem was that his powers would only let him
take a base product, which would be similar to the final
outcome, like the Mustang, and "tweak" it until it was what
he desired.
It was just too bad that Kensington couldn't find a woman
who thought like that fellow Brock, at least that he seemed
to have the same likes and dislikes that Ken had.
"I wonder if he has a sister?" Ken mused.
It was too bad that Brock wasn't born a female, at least
then, as a woman she wouldn't have been afraid to ride in
his car with the top down on a beautiful sunny day like
today. Ken watched as Brock's car pulled onto the highway
and started racing toward the horizon.
It was then that Ken had a thought pass through his mind,
here was a perfect opportunity slipping right through his
fingers and he wanted to take advantage of it before it was
completely out of his sites. Ken must act quick, with a
wave of his hand, he envisioned a small hole in the oil pan
of Brock's car allowing the contents to trickle out in a
threadlike stream about the size of a pencil lead. He
wanted there to be plenty of distance between the next city
and them. Ken frowned at his actions but as he thought
earlier, it was a long lonely stretch of highway and Brock
really did want to ride in the Mustang... Brock said so
himself.
All Ken needed to do was just bide his time and wait.
Smiling to himself he put his Mustang into gear and started
off in the same direction as Brock.
***
Brock settled back into his seat and drove well into the
late afternoon. He started to get a bit hungry and grabbed
a candy bar out of his pocket. He was trying to get into a
comfortable position as the sun was shining directly into
his eyes. Reaching over to the glove box, Brock pulled his
sunglasses out and placed them onto his head... glad that
there would only be about one more hour left of the
brilliant sun shining and making it hard to drive. He
glanced down at his gage and was thankful that he still had
more than a enough gas left which should last him until he
reached the next gas station about an hour or two away.
His thoughts were interrupted as he felt his car lurch and
hesitate...
"Oh shit, not here!" he cursed under his breath.
From the rearview mirror he could see smoke trailing from
his car and he quickly pulled over to the side and shut off
the engine. By this time, the car was enveloped in a blue
smoke, which told the car enthusiast in him, that it was
the burning smell of oil. Quickly popping his hood open
Brock grabbed a towel that he had wedged there for checking
his oil.
"Damn!" he shouted as he grabbed the hot handle of his
dipstick.
When he found the end of the dipstick he ran his finger
along the hot oil and cringed when he realized what had
happened. Left on his hand was the residue of burnt oil but
more importantly, Brock could see tiny fragments of metal,
which told him that the motor of his car was toast. He
lowered his head onto his arms and leaned against the
fender of his car. For this to happen was bad enough but
out here in the middle of nowhere was horrible... it might
be hours before someone else comes along.
Brock remembered his cell phone and went back into the car
to retrieve it, but to his dismay he realized that he had
left the power on and his cell battery was now useless. He
tried to find his adapter that would charge the phone from
his car lighter, but came up empty as he tore his car apart
looking. Brock sat on the fender feeling very dejected
knowing that he was stuck until someone came down the road.
The frustrated man settled back against his car realizing
that here in the desert it would get very cold at night. He
was dressed in shorts and decided to go back and get his
jeans out of the trunk. It was then that he heard the
ground pounding sound of the Mustang as it sprung into view
around the corner.
Pulling to a stop Ken leaned across and rolled down the
window, "Having trouble?" Knowing full well that Brock was,
but lied having to keep up the ruse.
"Yeah, Brock looked at his still smoking car, I think that
I just toasted my motor." Ken threw his car into reverse
and backed up, readjusting his car until it was directly
behind Brock's.
"Man am I glad to see you... I didn't think I was ever
going to get any help." Brock said smiling. "How far west
are you going?"
Ken shrugged his shoulders, "How far do you want to go? I'm
heading to my sisters in San Bernardino."
"I only need a lift into the next town so I can get someone
out here to tow my car, then I'll go on from there."
"That'll work... get in!" Ken popped the door open and
Brock quickly shut the trunk and locked up his car. Jumping
inside of the Mustang Brock commented on the showroom
condition of the interior.
As the two rounded the corner just out of site Brock's car
quickly turned to dust and blew away with the wind. Nothing
was left to say that Brock was there including the tires.
Ken concentrated on his driving as Brock just stared out
the window playing with the hem of his shorts, wishing that
he would have changed into the jeans anyway as he was
getting cold. Ken decided to make his move.
Mentally envisioning a spell Ken began his transformation
of Brock. He decided that since Brock was preoccupied with
his shorts hem he would start there. He clouded Brock's
mind so he wouldn't notice anything different as to what
would be happening to him. The shorts that Brock was
wearing slowly morphed and became a very short skirt. Under
those, Ken put Brock into a very seductive panty. Brock
continued to pull at the hem but now it appeared as though
he was trying to keep it from riding up his thighs. Ken now
concentrated on Brock's legs, which became very feminine
and hairless. Ken liked very long, soft and silky legs and
he would definitely give Brock these.
Glancing Down he decided that he wanted his girl to have
very small and delicate feet so along with the size
changing the shoes Brock had on, now became a very feminine
sandal. On the end of her dainty feet were lovely little
painted toes to match the glossy red she would soon have on
her fingers.
Now for the face... Ken decided that his woman should have
a face that looked innocent like Brittany Spears but have a
sexy side like Nicole Kidman. The hair was becoming blond
with streaks of auburn highlights, flowing down and back
along a long and graceful neck. He wanted her to have a
mouth that would satisfy him with her tender kisses and
anything else he could think of her to kiss.
He watched as Brock leaned back on the seat and closed his
eyes in sleep. He must do something about those... the
shape of the eyes suddenly became rounder underneath and
the lids became softer and dusted with a powdery blue, the
lashes started growing out and curling while they extended.
Darker and darker became the lashes until Ken was
satisfied. He glanced about to see what he would work on
next. Ah, she must have very sensuous lips, full and sexy.
Ken became aroused as he saw the moonlight reflect off of
those extremely kiss-able lips, now shiny with a wet look
to them.
Ken waved his hand and Brocks shirt opened up and exposed
his bare chest. Brocks now enlarged nipples stood erect as
the slowly cooling desert air hit them. Ken loved firm
breasts and wanted his Brooke to have beautiful globes for
him to kiss and fondle, not huge... just big enough. Not to
mention how perfect they must be when they suckle the many
children that each wanted to produce.
Ken was arousing himself as he watched her breasts growing
out slowly, but he needed to maintain his focus on both
driving and creating. He trained his eyes on the ears of
the former man, which slowly became smaller and delicate.
Each ear had a small diamond stud appear and glisten in the
little bit of light that there was to be found inside the
car.
For the most part Brock looked more like a Brooke than
anything, but Ken wasn't done. While the passenger
slumbered Ken started the spell that altered the shirt into
that would become the foundation for a very sexy and
seductive blouse which was unbuttoned about half of the way
down exposing her superb right breast to his view.
Ken knew that he wanted his Brooke to be very feminine and
gave her the mind to match. Only he didn't remove the wants
or needs of the former Brock, instead he just honed them to
become more female in nature. At that point Brock rotated
to his side and pulled his legs under him just like any
woman would have done when cold.
Now Ken studied her hands and arms, they must be graceful
and slender which they instantly became. The fingers became
very long and feminine looking with nails that ended just
past her slender fingers, they now were painted in a color
that would rival the Mustang.
On her slender wrist Brocks clunky male style watch slowly
changed into one, which was extremely feminine. He decided
to change Brooke's class ring into a beautiful engagement
ring with a large, sparkling diamond in the place of the
Sapphire that was once there. He split the ring making the
second half into a wedding band of elaborate detail to
match her engagement ring. He placed in this lovely young
mind the memories of a very beautiful wedding that they
both participated in just yesterday. On his own left hand
he changed his ring to a matching band of gold in a man's
style.
Ken couldn't believe his creation... his Brooke looked like
a sex kitten. He smiled at his handiwork, watching the
rising and falling of her beautiful bust. He noticed a
flutter of her captivating eyes as she suddenly opened them
up.
With a sexy smile she looked at Ken then rotated her head
to look out of the window. Her slender arm was propped
against the door with her head slightly tilted toward the
window feeling the cool night air softly blow against her
supple skin. With a graceful arm she brushed a long blonde
lock of hair back away from her face.
Almost in mid stride she stopped, sat upright and examined
the golden strands. She tugged at it and quickly moved her
hand to her head where the hair had been pulled. That
action was halted when she noticed the shining red gloss
from her sexy long nails.
She turned toward Ken with a questioning look on her face.
"My God, what has happened to me?"
Her eyes fell toward her heaving bosom and the shirt that
was partially opened. Instinctively, she gracefully pulled
the shirt closed and buttoned it. Her skirt had ridden up
her thigh until her high cut lacy panties were showing,
quickly her hands pulled the skirt down in an almost
suggestive manner.
She turned toward Ken and asked again, "What happened to me
Ken? I can't be dressed like this, I'm a guy!"
Ken slowed the car to a stop and pulled off the road, "My
beautiful Brooke, you are the same lovely woman that you
were while you slept. You are just exhausted from the
wedding."
She sat upright. "WEDDING!"
She glanced back down at her left hand with a gesture from
Ken and noticed the wedding band and engagement ring
resting on her lovely finger. She did remember something
about a wedding... her wedding. She could still see Ken in
his sexy tux as they danced across the floor like a
princess in her flowing white dress.
But just as quickly her mind turned to something he had
said, "You called me Brooke... that's not my name!"
"Sure it is honey, what else should I call my sexy little
wife." Ken grinned.
"My name is Brooke... I mean, Brooke... no it's Brooke."
She stamped her little foot on the floorboard of the sassy
Mustang. Dejected, she stared out the window as if looking
for an answer.
"Come on Brooke, you're far too sexy to have a frown on
that beautiful face of yours. Come on now, let me see the
sexy smile that I love." Almost if by cue she turned toward
Ken and smiled very sweetly.
As she realized that she was smiling, she suddenly shot
back, "You may make me smile but I'll never want you! How
could I ever love someone who allowed this to happen to
me!"
Ken watched as a tear slowly formed at the corner of the
confused girl's eye, he felt some remorse knowing that he
had caused everything.
Ken again smiled softly and placed his hand on the side of
her soft face, "I know you don't really mean that honey.
Besides, why would you date a man for a year and then marry
him if you didn't love him?"
As he gazed into her teary eyes, the anger softened and was
replaced by the very kind and unconditional gaze of true
love. Indeed, his magic was still shaping the mind of the
woman he would soon have.
Instinctively, her hand rose up to his and leaned into his
palm. "I do love you Kenny, but I can't really have you in
the way of a true woman. I may look like a woman and sound
like one, but deep down I don't have the feelings of one."
He gave her a curious look, "What do you mean?"
She stretched her lovely legs out and leaned back into the
seat until she noticed that her posture was pressing her
braless breasts out against her blouse. "I mean, I really
do love you but I'm not a girl... I can't make love to a
man, it's just not natural!"
Ken leaned closer to her face and smiled, "What is this
nonsense you're saying? Of course you can love me like a
woman, how would you explain all of those times we made
great love before? I have never been with a woman as sexy
as you... God Brooke, you are the sexiest, hottest, most
lovely woman I have ever had sex with!"
As he spoke those final words, Brooke suddenly became aware
of her sexual desires for Ken. In her fertile mind, she
remembered how he would passionately make love to her until
she would cry out in utter bliss. Her breathing became
heavier and she knew that all she wanted, was to do
whatever she could to make this man happy and keep him
sexually satisfied.
Her expression slowly changed as if being painted on a
canvas, she got a playful little grin on her face and
turned her head towards her husband.
"How much longer are we going to have to drive Kenny?" She
sat up and leaned against the door bringing her bare foot
up placing it on his crotch. "Oh come on honey... I really
want to stop soon."
Ken smiled and stroked her cheek, "It'll be soon Brooke."
With a mischievous gleam in her eyes she said "I can't wait
that long." She leaned across and started kissing his neck
and placing her hand on his growing crotch. "This is what I
want," she said as she slowly unzipped his pants.
Going down on his member she started kissing and licking
his shaft. He leaned back into his seat so she could
continue her surprising oral arousal.
He sat back like this for a few minutes as his lovely new
wife continued to kiss his manhood, knowing that if she
didn't stop soon he would be shooting his seed into her hot
and sexy mouth. He tried to raise her up but she wouldn't
hear of it, instead she re-doubled her efforts to get him
to explode. He thanked himself for stopping his car before
his horny little sex machine caused him to have an
accident.
Ken finally pulled her off of his member just before he
creamed into her mouth but all he succeeded doing was
spraying her face and hair, which he removed with a wave of
his hand. Looking at her he pulled her close and began to
massage her breasts and kissed her soft supple lips, she
was breathing heavy and erotic. Ken moved her into the back
seat with a mere thought as the car slowly transformed into
a bedroom.
She could hear the ocean and gulls outside on the beach,
the patio doors were open as a soft wind pushed against the
curtain. His hands move to her soft hips as she spread her
legs for her husband. She reached for his rock hard shaft
and guided it toward her glistening flower, with a gentle
push he was inside.
Slowly the two lovers rocked with a rhythm that only a real
gentle love could explain. This beautiful woman would be
the love of his life forever, she would devote her entire
being to keeping him happy. After all, she would be
mothering his children... how could she show love more than
that. She pulled him close and kissed his lips, she was
such a happy young bride and so deeply in love.
End
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