Evolution's Darling
Dark Tales — Amazing People
by DB_Story
Copyright© 2007 by DB_Story
Copyright© 2007 by DB.
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Billy Jay saw her standing by the bar, completely out of place. Tall, slim brunette, nice figure — for a model. Her western clothes were so new that the price tags must still be on them. And alone.
His number one gal, Sissy, was in the hospital from a little rough loving they'd had. She'd be okay. Probably no permanent marks at all. And everyone knew that Sissy and good ol' boy Billy would eventually be hitched. But this was now, and here was this unbranded filly that was his to take.
Billy sauntered over and stared down a couple wannabes. They knew to back-off, else they'd answer to his fists, or the Winchester 94 in his pickup. Billy Jay's temper was as widely known as the amount of his Pappy's money he'd someday inherit. Money that bought friends, and was the prime enabler allowing that temper.
Billy put his best smooth talk in gear, bought her some strong drinks, and two hours later had her at his place.
This filly was a good ride. Long legs. Tame. Obedient. Compliant. Worried eyes showing her concern that somehow she wouldn't be good enough.
Billy Jay knew the moment he tugged opened the snaps on her shirt to slide his hand in and cup her bare breast underneath, while still in public at the bar, and without a hint of protest from her, that she was his for anything he desired.
She was good. Good enough for this half drunk cowboy. But then, BJ was usually at least half drunk. It was the next morning, mostly sober, that she didn't look nearly so good.
She was hardly unattractive. In NYC, she wouldn't have lasted a day without a modeling agency contract. But those weren't Billy Jay's standards for a proper woman.
For starters, this filly was too skinny. No real meat or curves on her. And her breasts, despite their large and sensitive nipples, which had sprung to life in his hands last night, weren't nearly as big as Sissy's double-D cups.
Then there was the matter of her hair. Rich, dark, brunette, gentle waves neatly trimmed at her shoulders. Sissy's longer, bottle-bright, blonde mane was much more appealing.
And she was too damn tall! Billy Jay had heels on his boots that everyone saw, and lifts inside known only to him. While he didn't let a detail like height deter him from a conquest, he held it against a woman for being tall. Few women ever wore more than low heels when with him, even on elegant occasions.
Oh well. At least this one fixed breakfast before Billy Jay left to ride the range for the day. His fortune was tied up in hundreds of acres, and thousands of head of cattle, and they didn't just take care of themselves. Such mind-numbing chores every day were enough to drive any man to drink — or occasional frustration. Everybody knew that.
They also all knew that Billy Jay was hardly renowned for his couth. He may have enumerated some of these shortcomings to his new filly while in the throes of his daily morning alcohol withdrawal. If so, he hardly cared. He wasn't concerned about hurt feelings, as long as they weren't his. Besides, she probably deserved it anyway.
She was still there when he returned that night, doing her best to ameliorate his foul mood. Fence broken. Cattle from here to tarnation. When she approached, he gave her a shove and cursed her for not being more like Sissy. When she didn't turn and walk out on him that instant, he slapped down the lights and took her roughly without asking further. More roughly than necessary, considering she didn't resist him at all.
Not that a "No" from her would have mattered. If she was here, then she was available for sex on demand. Her resigned expression said she'd learned long since not to expect anything more in a relationship.
Next morning she looked better. In good light, her hair was both shades lighter, and longer, than Billy Jay had realized. And even if her breasts weren't as big as Sissy's, they were clearly enough for any man.
"We're going out tonight. Be ready."
She was. Stunning in the short black dress and almost not there three-inch heels. Platinum blonde, and a figure even Sissy would never see. And even with the heels, she somehow managed to appear barely taller than he was. Admirers surrounded her the moment they arrived at the dance.
Billy sat alone drinking while she danced. They all knew she'd come with him, but he was too angry to take her out on the floor once they'd arrived. Finally he'd drunk enough and dragged her home.
First he beat her for wearing heels that made her taller than him. It wasn't much taller, but she might as well been the Jolly Green Giantess for that final half-inch, or so.
She shrank before his eyes, right down to Sissy's size, then shorter still.
Next he beat her for talking to other men, punching her oversized, overly sensitive, breasts, that had finally grown into what her nipples had always promised they could be.
She whimpered before him, trying to apologize. She hadn't meant to upset him.
His rage exploded to new heights at her continued passivity. He knocked her to the floor, tripped, and fell on her.
"Why won't you fight back, you bitch!" he shouted his foul breath into her face. Is this what he really wanted of her?
Suddenly her bruises and cuts miraculously healed. Muscles bulged as she transformed once more. A moment later she threw Billy off of her.
He hit the wall, stayed upright, and staggered back towards her. He made one ineffectual swing at her face before she picked him up like nothing and heaved him the full length of the room and into the stone fireplace.
She looked down at the glazed eyes staring back from his broken body. He was still gasping his last breaths, and could hear her words.
In her soft silky voice, now with a hint of steel in it, she told him, "Thanks, Billy Jay. I could have never done it on my own. It took a bastard like you to take me to the place I had to go, before I could finally free myself to just be me. I would have been anything you, or any of the other men, ever wanted of me. But like you, they couldn't handle what I offered them. Now that's all over."
As Billy Jay lay there, the black edges around his vision getting larger and larger as he began his final descent into darkness, he saw her reach up with one hand to almost savagely squeeze her breast. The one that had fallen out of the tiny black dress now in tatters on her.
Her other elegant hand dove down between her legs, frantically completing the orgasm building in her, and confirming her complete control over her own body now. Although it took him several more minutes to succumb to his fatal injuries, it would be the last thing he saw. The last sound he heard was the scream of her triumph.
As Billy Jay lay cooling on the hearth, never again to be a danger to any other vulnerable woman, she finally turned to face at the mirror. Although the afterglow still ran strongly through her veins, and no one would be coming here anytime soon to discover them, she was done with this place. With her new muscles she easily tore off the remains of the overly tight, overly small, overly destroyed party dress.
A moment's furrowed brow of concentration grew her height back. She liked her model's height as much as she detested every insecure man she'd ever known who'd been intimidated by it. There'd even been an instant where she'd believed Billy Jay hadn't been such a man because of the easy way he'd approached her. Her muscles melted away in the process, unneeded now.
She pondered a moment, and her hair became a rich, straight chestnut. That would be a pleasant change. She left it long for now, tossing her head to see how it swayed easily behind her. Billy Jay had called her his filly, so this could now be her tail.
She considered her breasts. She'd never had them this large before, and there was a certain appeal to them. She swayed them back and forth a couple times, liking the way they felt on her chest.
Finally though, and never regretfully, she shrank them back down to the tight B-size that was just so much easier to manage, and would cause less unwanted attention. The ones that so much better fit this willowy body. She could have her large rack back now any time she wanted them, which was so much different than her previous pathetic need to only please her partner. As she'd always done before, however, she kept her nipples large and sensitive.
She gave her new chest one more loving squeeze, feeling the rubbery nipples immediately spring to life in her hands. That again made her aware of the hot area between her legs. But while in no hurry, she still felt good enough from her last go-round with her hand to not need an encore yet. Sex no longer controlled her either, and she could now take it, or leave it, on her terms alone. Instead she turned to the battered suitcase, the only thing she'd brought with her to Billy Jay's place, and donned the cowgirl outfit she'd worn that first night. In this little corner of the country, that made her effectively invisible out among everyone else.
Then she turned, stepped over Billy Jay, and walked out into the night — never to be a victim again.
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