Ro3: Hubris and Temptation

The next thing she knew she had two tongues caressing her flared head. Sharon **** her eyes open and looked to see her mother locking lips with Zoe even as Sharon's horse cock was thrust through the entirety of the red head's petite frame. She withheld from withdrawing, or perhaps she couldn't withdraw. The twin tongues exploring her firm cockhead combined with Zoe's veritable cock-sleeve of a cunt quivering, gripping and caressing the entire length of her shaft from tip to balls was threatening to overwhelm her pleasure centres. She heard Zoe gag as she lingered inside her body, but she still didn't pull back. She looked at Suzanne, her first mare bloated with her future foals still worshiping her cock even as it was enveloped by one of her best friends.

Another gag as Zoe sputtered around Sharon's massive phallus, but Zoe made no effort to push back on Sharon and so the horse cocked beauty was content to stay right were she was, panting heavily as she kept herself right on the edge of blissful release using her special talent. For how long had she hovered on that edge? Her mother knew how to use her tongue, tickling just the right places around her cockhead, particularly just beneath the flared head itself, listening for the tell-tale signs of her daughter's pleasure. Suzanne was demonstrating a skill that had obviously been honed over a lifetime of lechery, the idea that her mother had lain with countless men—and most likely women as well—filled Sharon with pride rather than jealousy. She had chosen her. She was the alpha male, it was her seed that would expand the herd, and she had even usurped her own father's position as Suzanne's mate. It was time to give Suzanne more of her wonderful spunk, the semen of a true alpha stallion.

Sharon let go, her cock pulsing in time with her heart as the spunk gathered in wait surged forward all at once. Her white cock milk filled Zoe's tiny sensitive mouth in an instant and took the path of least resistance, filling Suzzane's waiting mouth to the brim and beyond. A spray of sperm showered the two lip-locked women as the glorious white liquid escaped from between their oral embrace like water fleeing a fault in a dam. Not even her cumslut of a mother could keep up with Sharon as she **** her body to release every last drop remaining in her body even as she produced more seminal fluid with but an ounce of her will. Her mother pulled back even as she swallowed, and Zoe seemed to be vomiting forth a prodigious amount of sperm upon the MILF's face and body, within moments she looked as though she had been doused with the seed of dozens of men, but it was all Sharon's doing. Finally she'd had enough, and allowed her still drizzling cock to return to its sheathe rather than outright pull out of Zoe's esophapussy.

Suzanne was well and truly drenched, Sharon began to wonder if her mastery over cocks had any limits. She looked on lovingly as her mother pushed Robin off of her and gathered as much of Sharon's spunk as she could and started pushing the thick white substance into her equine passage. Sharon pushed Zoe's head between those two soaking wet tits and told her to start licking with a sweet whisper. In a daze Zoe complied, licking Sharon's spunk off of the pregnant mother. The two women were soon competing for Sharon's batter, filling up their respective passages as Sharon goaded them on. She just hoped that having Zoe swallow her semen would be enough to get her pregnant.

Shannon shook her head and slid the door shut quietly. That was too much to take in, she knew she had promised to get Charisma some clothes but... Wow. Shannon had always been too self-conscious about her equine endowments to actually proposition a woman. After all, even if the woman didn't turn tail and run at the sight of the unnatural thing between her legs she didn't know if any normal woman would be able to take her girth, let alone her length. She'd browsed around a horse fetish site once before—okay, once or twice a week since it was her preferred source of fapping material—and as far as she could tell her dick was considered huge even as far as horses were concerned. Jessica had been understanding about her not wanting to take their relationship beneath the sheets, but really she just didn't want to lose her when she slipped down her skirt. Seeing another cock, identical to her own right down to the scattered mottling of pink on her mostly black shaft, buried to the hilt inside of a girl was... Something else.

Shannon looked down and saw that she had become shamefully erect. There was no way she could go in there now, she wasn't sure she'd be able to control herself. She breathed in slowly through her nose and pushed the air out through her mouth, forcing her mind away from anything remotely sexual. Her self control persevered after some time, and her horse flesh reluctantly retracted back into her waiting sheathe.

After she was safe from anyone catching her incredibly embarrassing, yet undoubtedly impressive, display she remembered how her mother had stripped down to nothing when she tried unsuccessfully to convince Rick to take her virginity, fortunately Rick had decided that Suzanne was the prime cut in that particular buffet. She couldn't imagine the look she would have been given if a guy had seen what she was packing under her skirt, she might have died on the spot out of shame. She was pretty sure she had seen Joan kick the white dress underneath the couch when Sarah-Michelle and that odd goth girl had arrived, perhaps that would fit Charisma...

She rejoined the party and pushed her way through the sea of women. It was a damn good thing the ring was firmly clinging to her finger rather than Robin's, she couldn't even begin to imagine the wave of transformations that would have resulted from Sharon and Robin getting a good look at this sea of fertile drunk tail. She made it to the couch without any incident and got down on all fours to slide out the white fabric from the darkness beneath. She felt a strange sensation of déjà vu while she was on her hands and knees beside the couch, but wasn't at all sure why. Maybe she had played with Hewie like this once before, their white German Shepard sprang to mind as some aspect of this particular spell of déjà vu. She shook off the odd feeling, grabbed the fabric and stood up.

Now, in all fairness to herself, she was distracted. She was worried about somebody getting a look at her enormous black testicles hanging down in relatively plain view while she was retrieving the summer dress, she had Napea weighing on her mind as she tried to puzzle out how to learn about the woman, she was considering whether or not she should be the bigger person and track down Jim to grill him about Napea and her ring, not to mention the vision of Sharon, her mother and Zoe plaguing her mind. Forgetting to look up before she stood was perfectly understandable. It certainly wasn't her intention to wind up with her head inside someone's skirt.

Red faced she squatted back down and stood up to face the woman she'd practically molested. She should have been able to guess from the chick's black combat boots and the excessive number of studded belts adorning the upper reaches of her black and purple layered skirt.

“It's okay, but you should keep the kitchen clean,” Summer told her before Shannon even had a chance to open her mouth. Silently she handed over a crumpled business card. Shannon would have glanced down at it, but she was distracted by Taylor hooting from nearby, thankfully she was the only one who had witnessed Shannon's misstep. The gorgeous Asian approached the pair clapping slowly. Shannon slipped the paper into her back pocket.

“Oh my gawd, can't keep out of each other's skirts? I always knew you were a closet lezzer Summer, but aren't you worried that Sarah-Michelle is going to be upset with you for cheating on her?” The cheerleader teased. Summer just shuffled her feet uncomfortably, she must have known that opening her mouth would only open her up to more ridicule. Shannon decided to step in.

“Hey, lay the fuck off of her, alright? This is my party, and she's a guest as much as you are.”

“Wow, I'm surprised your tongue isn't too sore to talk after that little display. Oh man, I'm tempted to take you for a whirl myself it it's got that much energy.” She continued to needle the pair, but Shannon's mind was elsewhere. Taylor was hot, there was no denying it. She had a petite Asian frame, but her breasts must have been hovering at around C-cup and her hips were relatively wide compared to her tight waist, not only that but she was dressed to flaunt her best assets. She wore an abbreviated unbuttoned jacket over a floral black tank top which conformed pleasingly to her chest, the top was just short enough to show off her toned stomach and adorable naval. She wore exceptionally short shorts with knee high boots and thigh high socks, a combination that really drew in the eye, after all she was mostly leg. Her hair was a bit too boyish for Shannon's tastes, but her youthful face more than made up for that. Her taunt about some light oral play sent Shannon's thoughts to the orgy upstairs, back to that cock so very much like her own sliding in and out of a wet and willing woman.

Idly she played with the ring on her finger. She did need to test it out if she was going to use it against Napea after all, and if she used it to get Taylor to back off from Summer then nothing she said could be selfish, right? Plus she had to get the dress up to Robin, so if she used the ring in a way that brought the girl upstairs then that was just efficiency, not depravity. Still, even as she tried to convince herself that she wasn't being incredibly selfish and irresponsible the stirring in her loins served as a stark reminder of what she really wanted to do. She'd waited all her life to find someone that would accept her and her cock, consequences be damned she deserved it. She was fucking tired of carrying her V-card around!

“Oh gawd, now you're spacing out on me? Well, this is no fun... Whatever, I'm going to go play with that dog of yours some more.” As she made to turn Shannon leaned in close and whispered three powerful words.

“My sex ****.”

At first nothing seemed to happen, Taylor turned around and was about to step away when she looked over her shoulder. “That is, unless you have any further commands, mistress,” she inquired with a wink.

Shannon hesitated. Had the ring really worked or was she just teasing her again? She needed to say something that would work in either case. “Yeah, you can go ahead and blow me.”

Taylor's eyes went wide, “Here? Oh my gawd...” She began blushing profusely, but still turned to face Shannon. She stepped in close, began kneeling down and--

“No! Stop! Umm... Upstairs, let's go upstairs.”

She left close as close behind Taylor as she could get, praying that the beauty's smaller frame would be enough to hide her growing equine erection. She could feel Summer's eyes following her as she left, it was discomfiting but she discounted her for now. Shannon liked her well enough but she was weird, nobody would believe her if she told them about her and Taylor's exchange.

“This night is turning into a true Greek tragedy,” Napea said. Jim wasn't certain if she was talking to her or to herself... Or some other unseen ****. “A hero falls to hubris, and a heroine to temptation.”

“What do you mean by that?” Jim asked nervously, wincing as she heard her own wavering feminine voice. She was trapped in the body of a stranger.

“You are blind, my girl. It's written before you in green.”

Well, that explained absolutely nothing. Napea was as evasive as ever as she waited in the dark, looking skyward. Jim was sure she was toying with her, she probably got off on playing with people like that. After all, she had no reason to keep him alive any longer but she knew Napea could easily crush her windpipe with a single hand if she wanted. Especially seeing as Jim was naked, but for her bracelet, weaponless and expertly bound. Still she kept trying to escape the rope, but the knots may as well have been steel for all the progress she was making, but she wasn't going to stop. She wasn't going to stop asking questions either. Sooner or later she'd slip up and give her a proper answer.

“What are you waiting for, anyway? Can't you just storm up there and do whatever the fuck you want?” She tried to sound intimidating, but it was hard with her pathetic new voice.

“You of all people should know about acting prematurely.”

Jim flushed despite herself. One thrust had been all that it had taken to send her over the edge. Her new body was just so... Sensitive. Her nipples were hard even in the slight chill of the basement, and every time she shifted her legs she shuddered in arousal. She was sure that it was just the newness of the feminine sensations she was being exposed to, but some dark part of her mind kept calling her a slut over and over.

“Tell me this then. Who or what are you really, Napea?”

“You ask me a question you could not answer of yourself, my girl. Very well though, I will reward your persistence. I have lived in palaces, and inspired nations to war. I have birthed great rulers only to see them grow old and turn to rot as their nations turned to decay. I have seen the world burn only to rise again a foreign land where I and my brethren were not welcome. I have walked the streets and slept in the gutters, only to be **** when lecherous folk stumbled upon my **** form.

I have searched for my place, resting in swamp and jungle, feeling insects needle at my body and the fangs of beasts clamp down on my flesh to feed their offspring. I once **** a girl at the point of a blade, just to hear her scream in hope that her wails would let me understand what had become of this world. Her cries were no answer, but like you I persisted. I did not leave her side until the creeping ivy sapped away all but her bones.

I have slipped coins inside great metallic monoliths, all aglow with the light of temptation, and drank sweet nectar from the breast of capitalism. I danced naked with society's castaways beneath a sickle moon, and sang in adulation to the far away Hyades while I ate of the flesh of those weak enough to beg for the elusive coins that had driven them to their trodden status. They were not missed, which says more of you than of me. My tongue bloody, I have sought to change a world that does not want to be changed. I have failed at the hands of forgotten men, but I come closer every time.

I have been called many things; Sister, Daughter, Mother, Woman, Bitch, Pharaoh, Napea, Witch, The Whisperer, Oracle, La Dame Noir, Goddess, Virgin, Beauty, The Ageless Stranger, Lover, Pandora, Slut, I could go on for I have a thousand names, but not one of these things can truly describe me for they are mere slivers of who I truly am. You also asked what I am, but like my names I am merely a piece of something greater. I have given you my and our true name, hapless girl, but you were too blind to see it. For you I will be The Dark Woman, pray to whatever false idols you hold dear that I do not give you another name to call me by, far too many before you have known me as ****.

Jim felt something warm trickle down her leg and the smell of urine wafted through the basement. She had finally received a real answer, but it had not filled her with the sense of victory she had been expecting. Instead she was filled with such hopelessness and terror as she had never felt since the day of her birth when she had come into the world crying and screaming at the sheer horror of being alive.

*written by FK