Ro3: Distractions

The shaft pulsed, growing fatter and harder as Taylor watched. Thick, powerful veins bulged along its length as it rose, lifting Shannon’s skirt with ease. It throbbed, expanding and then contracting a bit as if the black phallus were a beast breathing with ever greater inhales. The Asian’s eyes flicked down as the rising curtain revealed Shannon’s dangling balls, the massive testes reminding her of coconuts. The thought of the twin oceans of Shannon’s delicious cum roiling within each great testicle made Taylor swoon with lust and hunger. She was impressed that her mistress was getting it up again after having climaxed three times in the past hour. Obviously, whatever was going in her mom’s room was pretty damn hot.

The sounds filtering through the barely cracked doorway were intriguing but Taylor wasn’t even slightly interested in looking. One, because Shannon had ordered not to but also because there was nothing hotter than Shannon’s big beautiful erection. Especially, this one. To Taylor’s expert eye, Shannon was cracking thirteen inches and as hard as a fucking diamond. This wasn’t her usual softie. Plumping up her normal 23 inches had always been a bit of a battle and Taylor had been a bit disappointed to find out that her shrunken dimensions hadn’t made her any harder. That wasn’t the case now. Not at all. Taylor found it impossible to resist testing that firmness and she let out a small sigh when her fingers made contact.

Hot steel beneath barely yielding soft flesh.

Shannon softly grunted as she felt Taylor’s fingers firmly clutch her shaft around its middle, paying it little mind other than to absently push the girl’s head downward as she rocked her hips causing her sack to swing forward gently. A soft smack reached her ears as her **** obediently brought her face down to receive her mistress’s mammoth stones. Shannon’s full attention remained completely upon the debauchery taking place within her mother’s room. She wasn’t aware of her body’s tremendous reaction to it nor just how aroused she was, her magical slit releasing a steady torrent of lubricant, the clear liquid running in streams along the contours and wrinkles of her ballsack.

She could not believe what her sister had done. The centaur-thing Sharon had created was most definitely the strangest transformation yet and it hit home once again how truly terrifyingly powerful that ring was. At the moment, the black girl was awkwardly climbing up on the bed with her front legs, one of her horns clanged against a blade on the ceiling fan sending it gently spinning. The bed and floor creaked underneath her no doubt substantial weight. From this angle, Shannon couldn’t help but notice the bull-like girl’s bright pink member dangling underneath her bovine stomach, contrasting sharply with her black fur and the dark green bedspread as it knocked against the tanned raised ass of Charisma.

Even more than that incredible transformation, it was the scene that Sharon was orchestrating with quite obvious glee that really hit home how corrupted her sister had become. Charisma was tied to the bed in a position that had her hind quarters raised and exposed in a way that combined with the black girl’s positioning, told Shannon exactly what her twin had in mind. And there on the other side of the bed all lined up like some sort of perverted judging table were her mother, Zoe, and Robin.

God, her mom looked so hot, her curves swollen to truly epic proportions by her pregnancy. What Shannon wouldn’t do to hit that..

Shannon steered her thoughts forcefully back away from that deadly precipice.

Sharon was sitting on the bed next to the bull’s ass as she reached underneath to aid the coupling. The position left her huge equine member towering in the air filling Sharon with both jealousy and sympathy. Mostly jealousy. Sharon was just so big and powerful, it was hard not to feel small, weak, and impotent. It certainly didn’t help that despite its incredible length and girth, Sharon clearly had no trouble staying hard. Indeed, that monster was standing up all on its own like a skyscraper bursting from between her legs. Sharon felt a little sick to her stomach as she realized that Taylor had had that thing inside her...

Her sympathy was because the thing was just so damn ugly. It was a small feeling though because Shannon was all to aware that how it felt inside was way more important than what it looked like.

Sharon had apparently succeeded in guiding the slick looking bull dick into Charisma’s waiting quim because she slipped out and the big muscles of the bull girl’s hindquarters gathered up and her rear descended. The girl’s human torso was leaning forward and she was awkwardly gripping the headboard as she levered her prick into Charisma. The cheerleader had her face turned towards Shannon against the bed and she could see a bored expression. Shannon was a bit awed and intimidated by that expression. She was uncomfortably aware that the centaur’s member was both longer and thicker than her own. She remembered the way Charisma had grasped her package earlier. The way she’d said, ‘Good enough’ suddenly had a whole new world of meaning. Having a pretty dick was nice but....

Then Shannon caught sight of a sexy fleshy sack jiggling from Charisma’s abdomen and all such thoughts were pushed from her mind. At first she didn’t know what it was but the thin stream of white milk dribbling from one of the black nubs told the story. The powerful arousal hit her in the gut as she realized that her sister had used the ring to give Charisma udders. Honestly, at that moment it didn’t even seem that strange that seeing a full well endowed set of udders would be such a turn on. What were breasts but udders, right? Could Shannon explain objectively why she found a nice set of jugs to be so attractive? Why she loved pawing at Jessica’s tits through her shirt and imagined sucking on those cute thimble nipples she’d seen in the shower? No. It was simply hormones and the way her brain was put together

Shannon didn’t notice the insidious effect Charisma’s wonderful udders had on her thought process until she was actually contemplating saying the hell with the consequences and walking in there and sucking on them. She saw with suddenly clear eyes the way her twin was rubbing the tip of her cock against Charisma’s udders, her fascination quite obvious. But just as quickly as it came the clarity faded. Shannon would love to get her dick in there. She imagined her shaft pressed against that lovely milk bag as she pressed each line of long thick nipples around it as she pushed her face into those utterly perfect super udders called breasts. Fuck, if she were as long as Sharon she could get an udder-fuck and a tit fuck at the same time, plus some mouth action.

Shannon’s hazy mind was jerked sharply back to reality as pain blossomed in her sack, she stumbled back and fell on her ass and her testicles. She pushed her hips up and Taylor pulled her sack up and out, into her suddenly lovingly stroking hands. The aching **** pain lingered and Shannon gingerly but firmly took her testicles from Taylor. She cradled them in her lap and curled over them as she sat indian style upon the carpet, sucking air tightly in through her teeth. She focused on the feel of her sack’s soft skin covering her hands and upper arms and tried very hard to ignore the pain.

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! I had to! You were getting all caught up. I was sure that If I said anything you’d give me an order like before and I wouldn’t be able to stop you!” The fear and self-loathing in Taylor’s voice was palpable but she stopped abruptly when Shannon laid a hand upon her shoulder.

It took a moment for her to respond, “It’s fine.” After a few seconds she continued, “But if you had balls, I’d definitely be kicking them right now. Jesus!”

“When you get the ring back, you could give me some. Big dangling ones. I could do the splits suspended in the air and you could just go to town on them...with a baseball bat or something. Fuck...that would be hot...”

Shannon stared at Taylor before simply sighing and shaking her head. “Anyway...thanks. I got whammied by another passive power. Charisma’s udders.”

Taylor ignored her comment, distracted as she was with noodling Shannon's flaccid sheath with a finger, “Awe....he went all soft...”

Shannon’s eyes narrowed in irritation, “Yes, well having your balls slapped has that effect.” She got the feeling that Taylor was fishing for a punishment, which in this case was actually a reward. And while she did deserve one for saving Shannon, after seeing two dicks better endowed than she, that soft comment stung too much for her to be magnanimous. “Anyway, I don’t think going in there right now is a good idea. Do you think you could use that alarm technique on the doorway so we’ll know when they leave?”

“Of course!” chirped Taylor as she gracefully flowed to her feet and turned to the now firmly shut door. She murmured something too low for Shannon to understand and she got the impression that her hands were moving in front of her. After a few moments, Shannon’s eyes were drawn to movement across the skin of her upper arms and her mouth dropped open. Delicately painted green leaves flowed across her skin as if carried by a wind, the tattoos tumbling and spinning down her arms. Shannon couldn’t see them as they traveled in front of Taylor, but soon enough she saw actual leaves falling to the ground between the Asian’s feet.

As they touched the ground, they glowed faintly before looking like utterly normal leaves except for the fact they had no business being here on the second floor of a house. Taylor turned back to Shannon and nodded her head with a big smile, “All done. As soon as someone steps past these, I’ll know!”

Shannon remained sitting for the moment, though the pain in her testicles had receded enough that she could let them spread out on the ground like an amorphous blob, she kept her sheath carefully drawn out across one thigh. “Alright. I guess we’d better do some investigating then. I-”

Shannon was horrified to hear voices coming up the staircase.

“It’s just we’d really like if everyone stayed out of the second floor. Our personal things are up-” That was Joan’s voice.

“I get that! Look, we can just stand around in the hallway. Summer just needs some air. She’s a bit freaked right now.”

“From below, it devours. From below, it devours. Gingerbread-everywhere. Little gumdrops. Preheat the oven. 360 degrees.” The familiar and haunting voice froze Shannon’s actions just as she’d been about to get to her feet and dart for her room Summer’s cryptic words struck her brain like quicksilver and she shook off Taylor’s attempts to lift her.

“Okay...no wonder. That freaks me out. Girlsh’ a sheer. Regular Cashandra. Too bad she was introdushed in act two rather than one Oh cool! That could be totally useful-Woah!”

Woah was right, thought Shannon as her analysis of Summer’s words ground to a complete halt in the face of Rick’s utterly nude male body stepped into the hallway, along with Sarah Michelle, Summer, and Joan. The group seemed about as shocked as she as they froze a few feet away staring at her genitals, still casually plopped out on the carpet.

"So the eldritch bitch is in the basement, preparing a ritual in order to A: Take over the world or B: Destroy it. She's turned Cleeia into a girl and put a Celtic mythological figure inside you. Thanks to more magical jewelery we’re all stuck inside the house And she wants me or my sister in order to complete said ritual.” summarized Shannon as she paced back and forth in her room, the group scattered around her. The shock of the info Rick had imparted had pushed any embarrassment over her member to the furthest reaches of her mind. In fact, she was so focused that she hadn’t reallied the way her hands were touching herself underneath the skirt. The soothing nature of the contact helped her to think and had long ago become a guilty habit. 

They were trapped. Nepea was here, settled in and ready. She was taking action, steps along a plan that Shannon didn’t know. Was only barely reacting to the bitch’s opening moves. Cum. She needed more information. Fuck. Her weapon, the ring was in the hands of her completely oblivious sister. Which honestly, was probably what the ring was for. Sweet Semen. Or at least one of its uses. They were quite completely distracted while Nepea went about her nefarious plans. Tasty delicious jizz. 

She stopped her pacing and turned to Rick, “Is there a timeline for this ritual? Midnight or something like that?”

The boy was wearing one of Shannon’s robes that barely made it to mid thigh on him. It wasn’t doing much good as he sat on the chair at her desk, his legs spread wide as if he physically could not hide his gold encased genitals. His eyes rose to her face once he finally realized he was being addressed, “Um...yea...she didn’t say. Puck?” Silence. Rick threw up his hands, “Oh now he’s shy! That’d been nice a bit earlier...”

“One hour, forty two minutes, thirty three seconds. The teacher will break and the world will wake. One hour, forty two minutes, twenty seven seconds. One hour, forty two minutes, twenty five four seconds.” Summer rocked back and forth upon the bed, her hands tugging on her black hair as she chanted and stared into space.

Sarah Michelle cradled the girl gently, her voice filled with worry, “Not good! She hasn’t had an episode like this in a long time. Shhhh....Relax, Summer, relax...”

Joan scooted a bit further away from the goth, “An episode? What do you mean?”

Shannon ignored them as she lasered in on their ‘Seer’. Given the shit that had gone on so far, she had absolutely no problem believing Summer knew exactly when this was all going down. The question was: how much more useful info could be coaxed out of her golden goose. Stepping up to her, she leaned in, “Summer, how do we stop her?’

The messy haired beauty stopped her motion and cocked her head, seeming to stare right through Shannon. Then her face broke into an almost childishly innocent smile, “Mommy? Can I pet the horsie?”

Shannon heard Taylor snort then outright giggle and she stepped hastily back, snatching her hands out from under her skirt as she realized what she’d been doing. Rounding on her ninja perched with her cute little butt on the dresser, Shannon harshly whispered, “Why didn’t you say anything?”

The sexy **** had the gall to look innocent, “I thought you wanted to show him off. You’ve got nothing to be ashamed of, girl.”

Rick’s voice interrupted, “Yea, about that. I thought Sharon was the one taking after Mr. Ed.”

Shannon turned back to the rest of the room with a sigh, “She got the idea for that from me”

Joan stood up looking quite shocked, “What?”

Rick was tilting his head as if to look underneath her skirt, “I’m confused. So you used the ring on yourself to get that thing and she copied you?

“No. I was born this way. IIt’s a freak mutation. She went and gave herself an over sized version of mine. Look. This isn’t what we need to be focusing on-” She paused as she became aware of just how violent Summer’s rocking had become. Honestly, the girl looked like she was having a seizure. “Is she okay?”

The petite blonde’s face flushed red and it looked like she was fighting to speak, finally she spat out, “Actually no. This is going to sound weird but- she needs to....pet you in order to calm down. She’s fixated on it now and if she doesn’t relieve the compulsion, things are just going to get worse...”

Shannon blinked even as she heard Taylor stifle another mirthful snort with her hands. She had a pounding headache and more problems than she could logically deal with in the best of circumstances. Her craving for her own semen was getting ever more insistent in the back of her mind and now this... Honestly, even now her hands were itching to touch her equine shaft and testicles. Could she really blame the crazy girl? Besides, she needed Summer. Perhaps if she calmed down, she could get some answers. It was so frustrating because she was pretty sure this Puck of Rick’s could tell her what she needed to know but the fact he’d been utterly missing since he’d come in contact with Shannon, told the girl volumes....