With the waves lapping at the shore, the cool water occasionally washing over our naked feet, we walked along the beach.  The moon was a sliver of light, barely illuminating the wet sand underneath our feet. We were walking slowly, our arms intertwined, celebrating our first year on the island.   It was a joyous time, thankful to be alive, thankful to be healthy and thankful to be prospering.

            Since the plane crash we had set up our home within the safety of a cave. I had rigged the pieces necessary to supply lights to our home, and the food was abundant.  We ate the tropical fruits that the island provided, bananas, oranges, kiwi, lemons and grapefruit.  We were able to fish and hunt the wild game that lived with us on the island.  It was home and it served us well. 

            We had yet to fully explore the far side of the island.  We had walked around the edge of the island for a day, pitched camp, and returned the following day.  On a subsequent trip we did the same leaving our home the opposite direction.  We knew that the island was huge based on the one day jaunt either way from our home and as much of the island was unexplored.  We preferred the relative comfort and safety our home provided.

            Walking along the shore, our hands locked in a comfortable embrace; we savored the sights and sounds of the tropical evening.  I paused, " what?" I asked, looking down.  I had stepped in something, and with the muted light I could not tell what it was.  It was soft, yielding under my weight, and a tad warm.  I released Collette's hand and stepped into the water.  I washed whatever it was I had stepped into off of my feed and returned to Collette's side.  "What is it?"

            Collette looked at me, down to the ground, and then back at me, "it looks like horse manure."

            I glanced at her quizzically, "you sure?"  We had not seen hints of any wild horses, prior to now.  With most of the island unexplored, however, it was not beyond reasoning that other species of animals could be here with us, stranded on this tropical island. 

            Nodding, she replied, "yes.  Very, very sure."  Then, "I want one."

            Standing in the muted light we looked around for any further signs of the horse.  The waves had whisked away any prints that might have been left behind; there was nothing further to indicate the presence of a horse.  "I'll look for him when the sun is up," I promised.

            Once again arm in arm we returned to our cave.

* * * * *

            The sun was high in the sky when I first saw the horse.  It was a magnificent animal, standing just over six foot tall.  It had a shiny brown coat and long mane that was being tussled by the gentle ocean breeze.  I watched as it ate some tall grass, lazily chewing its meal. 

            I walked toward it slowly, whispering, "It's okay.  Nice to see you," the words were meaningless to the animal, only my tone mattered.  I tried to reassure the creature that I meant it no harm, speaking to is softly, kindly.  I approached it cautiously, my left arm reaching out to it.

            The horse backed away from my approach. 

            "It's okay," I repeated.  "I'm not going to hurt you."

            Ten feet, five, three.

            The horse lunged, kicking with its front legs.  The horse's right leg hit my shoulder, sending me flying backward.  I hissed in pain as my left arm tingled, growing numb.  The horse neighed loudly, kicking with its two front legs, trying to drive me away.  I fell onto the ground, landing hard enough to drive the air from my lungs.  Gasping, trying to draw breath, I inched backwards, using my right hand to pull me away from the frightened stallion.

            I backed away slowly, no longer able to feel my left arm.  Glancing down I could see blood spilling from a deep cut on my shoulder.   I felt light-headed, unable to think clearly.  I tried to speak to the horse, to ease its fear, but only incoherent gasps of strangled breath spilled from my lips. 

            Feeling dizzy, the horse fading from my vision, I fell onto my back.

* * * * *

            "Ah ou k?"

            I heard the words, couldn't decipher their meaning.  The world went black.

* * * * *

            "How are you feeling?" Collette asked, standing above me with a look of relief so tangible I would remember it for eternity.  

            I struggled to sit up.  My left arm was bandaged, held immobile in a makeshift sling.  I worked my way higher until I was sitting and looked around the cave.  Muted light spilled into the cave mouth, providing natural illumination. The overhead lights were off for the time being.  I looked at Collette, still standing by my side and said, "I'm thirsty."

            Collette smiled at my reply, happy that I was well enough to speak and ask for a drink. She brought me a cup of water and as winced as I reached for the cup.  Collette set the cup in my hand and watched as I took a tentative sip.  I swallowed heavily, took another sip, and then drank the rest of the water.  "Thank you," I whispered.

            "How are you doing?" Collette asked, the concern evident in her voice.

            I took stock and reported, "My shoulder is killing me.  My head is pounding.  I feel stiff and disoriented."  I exhaled heavily, "I hurt."

            Outside the cave I heard a horse whinny.

            Collette looked out of the cave mouth and then back to me.  "I found you out by where we first found evidence of horses on the island.  You were unconscious, lying in blood.  Your shoulder had stopped bleeding by that time.  Your shoulder was a massive bruise that reached halfway down your arm and fully across your chest.  I was worried that you had suffered heart damage just from the dark discoloration of you chest.  Worriedly, I half-dragged, half-carried you back to the cave.  For three days you didn't move and only an occasional moan provided evidence you were still alive. 

            "The horse that attacked you was still grazing nearby and I was leery of it when I pulled you home.  I bandaged you and kept you cool.  I was worried.

            "Thank you," I said sincerely.

            "While you rested," she continued, "I went back to the field with the horse.  I brought some oranges with me.  I set them on the ground and backed away.  I watched as the horse slowly walked towards the peeled oranges.  He ate them and then backed away.  Every time I showed up with oranges, the horse was there.  Each time I set them down I backed away, but I shortened the distance between the horse and me.  By the end of the second day he was practically eating the oranges from my hand. 

            "I talked to him, cooed to him and sang to him.  Finally, he let me touch him.   I could feel the power in his legs and knew what he could do, but he didn't frighten me.  When I finally touched him he seemed calm.  I fed him another orange.   The next morning he was outside the cave waiting to be fed."  She paused, letting me absorb what had transpired while I was healing on the cave floor.  Finally she said, "I rode him this morning."

            I looked at her with awe.  I had tried to calm the beast and had been knocked unconscious for my efforts.  Collette had not only fed him but had ridden him.  I shook my head once, winced at the effort, and said, "You are amazing."

            She smiled at my words.  "You need to rest," she told me.  "I'll bring you some fruit.  You need to eat."

            At the though of food my stomach rumbled in assent.  "Yes," I said, "I am hungry."

* * * * *

            Three days later I emerged from the cave without help.  The sun was shining with only a few soft white clouds floating in the turquoise sky.  I squinted, the light hard on my eyes after a week of the cave shading my eyes.  Collette was riding her stallion along the beach bareback, her hands gripping the animal's mane.  She was laughing as she rode, enjoying the wind in her face.  She spotted me, turned the horse, and returned briskly to the cave opening.  

            She jumped off of the horse and patted him on his strong neck, "good boy," she said, grinning broadly.  She turned to me, "How are you feeling."

            "Not too bad," I replied, "sore, but human.  I was about to take a bath in the lagoon.  Care to join me?"

            "Wait here," she said, her voice dropping in pitch.

            I watched as she disappeared into the cave, only to return carrying the dildo that had been in my suitcase the day the plane crashed on the beach.  She showed me the fake cock and leather straps, "you up for it?" she asked, her voice dripping with need.

            I nodded, uncertain if I was ready, but the passion in her words assured I would try.  My arm was still in a sling, and it hung heavily from my still sore shoulder.  Together we walked to the lagoon.  Collette was quiet, as if she was lost in another world.  I looked at her; her face was blank, lost in a place where fantasy becomes reality. 

            We reached the water's edge and wincing I dropped my head and pulled the sling from my shoulder.  Naked, I padded into the water.  I washed a weeks worth of fatigue from my tired body as Collette watched from the lagoon's edge.  I held my stiff shoulder immobile as I ducked under the water.  I pulled the clean water into my mouth and swallowed, invigorated by the cool temperature and freedom the lagoon provided.

            "Don't move," Collette said.

            I watched as she strapped the dildo to her hips.  She held the cock in her right fist as she entered the water.  "Come here, she said.

            I walked through the water and stood next to her. 

            "Bend over."

            I bent. Turning my back to her I offered her my ass.  I used my right hand as a brace against my thigh and let my left arm float freely in the water.  I felt the cock head press against the puckered ring of my anus as Collette pushed the cock into me.  The cool water acted as a lubricant, and with the gentle probing the dildo slipped into my ass.

            "God!" Collette breathed, "I needed this."

            With those words she began fucking me, pulling the dildo from my ass and then slowly sliding it back in.  With my sore shoulder, she was being gentle.  With each forward stroke she rotated her hips in a large circle, massaging her pussy with the flat base of the dildo while spreading my ass with the monster cock.

            Collette fucked me slowly, taking her time.  Her pleasure climbed as she continued to pull the cock from my ass and then slowly drive it back in.  With each forward stroke she rotated her hips, masturbating her sex with the flat edge of the artificial cock.  I felt her hands on my back as she rotated her hips faster and faster.  She came loudly, her voice struggling to be heard over the crashing water of the waterfall. 

            "My God," Collette said, pulling the cock from my ass.

            I stood up and faced Collette.

            She unstrapped the cock from her hips, tossed the dildo towards the shore and stepped forward.  She kissed my lips, her passion darting into my mouth as our tongues collided.  Pulling away she said, "Thank you."

            I smiled in reply, "you're welcome."

            Together we walked back to the cave. We were content.