Ro3: A Tearful Reunion

It wasn't remotely difficult to find Charisma again. As soon as she opened the door she heard the sounds of near passion coming from her mother's room. Sharon grinned and signaled Robin to follow her. If Charisma was getting fucked in there that just made things more exciting, she allowed her cock to slide out of its sheathe at the thought of pushing a rival stallion off of her mare and showing him just who ruled the herd. She shook her head to clear it. Robin was going to get the first crack at this next mare so that she could impress her with her virility afterwards. Still, there was something to be said for their cuckolding.

“As soon as we're in there I want you to change her. I need something that's going to accommodate me, and I don't want you forgetting just because you're caught up in your inferiority complex” Sharon explained.

“Accommodate? Like... Turn her into a waiter or something?”

“What!? No, you stupid—Ugh! We've been over this! Something like a horse snatch, or whatever the hell you did to Joan. Although, if you're responsible for those giant breasts of hers a cow's cunny might be more appropriate... Just make sure she's good and fertile whatever you do.”

With that she threw the door open and the two shemales barged in on Charisma and Zoe...

Shannon finally reached the top of the stairs, pointedly ignoring the groaning of the unlikely pair of Rick and her mother. If she hadn't already been covered in sweat that expedition would have done it, all the energy she had been recovering had gone straight into putting one hand in front of the other and literally climbing the stairs. She allowed herself to rest a few moments, only to look up straight into the face of Sharon's dog Hewie.

Normally Shannon loved to see the old hound, the white German Shepard was one of the most well behaved dogs she'd ever had the fortune of meeting and he was always so excited whenever Shannon came to visit. He also seemed to be one of the only men capable of telling the twins apart since he'd always come begging to her for scraps from the table since Sharon knew better than to encourage him. Now though Shannon had to take issue with his excitement at seeing her, because he was excited for all the wrong reasons.

Hewie jumped side to side in uncontrolled glee at the sight of Shannon, his veiny red cock throbbing fully erect between his legs. Shannon shuddered in revulsion, she had never been sure whether she was a full fledged lesbian or just caught up in experimentation but after what her mother had done to her with Rick she didn't want to see another cock again.

The dog moved forward, sniffing the pheromone saturated air and yipping at her. Shannon reeked of sweat, sex and spunk which must have been better than a written invitation for the dog, not only that but Shannon was still on her hands and knees. With horror she remembered why they called it 'doggy style'. The adrenaline kicked in like never before, grabbing at the wall for support she **** herself onto her feet and half limped half jogged towards the nearest open door. Hewie chased after her, leaping up to rest his paws on her slightly stooped waist and thrust optimistically upwards. With her moving on forward he couldn't quite get a grip and always slid off. Shannon made it safely into her sister's room, slammed the door shut behind her, collapsed down on the ground and allowed the tears to overwhelm her.

Shannon felt hands against her body and pulled back reflexively before looking up to see her sister Joan looking pityingly back at her. She pulled Joan in close and sobbed into her neck while her older sister held her and rubbed her back. It was minutes before she could talk again, rubbing her tears away but refusing to let go of her sister's comforting warmth.

“Wh... Why...” Shannon sniffled, unable to **** the words out just yet. She took a deep breath and tried again, “Why are you naked?”

“Well,” Joan started, “you know how Sharon has a horse cock?”

Shannon blinked.

“WHAT!?”

“A magic ring? Are you serious?” As bizarre as her sister's story had been Shannon was almost relieved to hear it. Her incredulity had served to overshadow the unceasing maelstrom of emotions that had threatened to tear her apart, and it was good to have something to point at as the cause of the whole situation, even if it sounded like something out of those old Stephen King movies. She wondered what the odds were that she'd escape the house only to be run down by a demonic car.

“That's what they said, but... I don't know. I mean, I've always had my magical... My magical... You-know-what.” Joan blushed deeply, quite out of character for her older sister. Joan had given her the birds and the bees talk back in the day and hadn't even batted an eyelash. Magic, as illogical as it seemed, actually seemed to be the most logical explanation, as illogical as that logic was. “But they were talking like I had just gotten it while they were... You know...”

“Oh Joan, what have they done to you?” Shannon lamented. Joan only looked away bashfully in response.

Shannon stood up and began searching through her sister's wardrobe after stripping off her sopping wet shirt, clad only in her thigh high socks she sought out a blouse and skirt combination that didn't reek of sex. Fortunately she was the same size as her sister so her task wouldn't prove too difficult.

Magic. The very word seemed to undercut the severity of the situation. The word made her think of Merlin and faeries and the make believe games of her youth, but this was serious. Supernatural then. She was up against the supernatural, and not Twin Peaks supernatural, fucking Stephen King supernatural. This was dark twisted adult shit that nobody could understand. People were being changed, right down to their very core and she had no idea what to do. Where would it end? Even she had been affected and she'd never even seen Robin's unholy ring.

Hold on, what had Rick said earlier? Shannon had to wrack her brain to remember since she had been rather preoccupied trying not to cum at the time. Jim had lost a ring? Something about a robin? Shannon dropped the blouse she was holding as the pieces slid together in her mind. Robin must have gotten the ring from Jim! He would know how it worked, and if he knew how it worked he must know how to reverse it!

Her heart bounding she crossed the room to pick up her sister's phone and give Sharon's boyfriend a call.

*written by FK