Ro3: Let's Give Shannon a Ring

Perhaps proving herself to be one of the worst heroines of all time, Shannon simply stood peeking out from behind the door shivering despite the heat rising from the bizarre couplings in her parents' room. At first she told herself that she was just waiting for an opportunity to strike, but as she watched she was **** to admit the truth; she was scared. Well and truly scared.

After her mother had **** Rick's manhood upon her, cock held a certain power over Shannon. When she had opened the door that tiny sliver and watched her sister expose her humungous, throbbing, mottled black horse cock Shannon couldn't move, she couldn't even look away as much as she wanted to. Bile rose up from her stomach, and Shannon gagged as Sharon slipped inside of Charisma. Her mind was filled with visions of Sharon forcing that length inside of her, her stomach bulging outward as the unnaturally large phallus filled her out, her very uterus being filled out with inch after inch of horse flesh while her mother stood behind her, thrusting her hips against Sharon's.

Even when she finally repressed the nightmarish daydream she was shaking so badly that she stood by while Zoe. It was a shame, really. Shannon didn't know the nerdy redhead all that well, but she had always seemed nice, if incredibly shy. Now to have what was a good contender for the most unnatural change yet? It just wasn't right. She had to do something, had to act. She spared a glance at her sister, she seemed to be occupied in a physical and verbal battle of wills against Charisma, fortunately she was currently bottomed out inside of the cheerleader so Shannon only had to see her dark skinned ballsack rather than the whole appendage. It was now or never.

With her legs shaking the way they were she wasn't the most silent woman in the world, but the noise Charisma and her twin were making more than made up for any lack of stealth on her part. Not to mention the conversation between Robin and Zoe...

“Please for the love of Darwin, don’t!” Zoe pleaded desperately with her hand over Robin's mouth. Hey, that was half of Shannon's plan right there! If she could just get up behind Robin then... Fuck. Zoe let go. Hold on, maybe Zoe was the solution here...

Robin giggled when Zoe pulled her hand away, “Who's Darwin? Is he cute?”

Zoe was about to smack her palm into her face at the sheer stupidity of Robin's statement when she saw Sharon—No, Shannon approaching. She was wearing Sharon's clothes, but it had to be Shannon because... Well, Sharon was shtupping Charisma. Wow. Seeing it was one thing, but thinking it was another. Unless she was dreaming like she hoped and there were two Sharons now. No, that didn't make sense, Sharon never wore thigh high socks. Not that anything else made sense. That made it official, Zoe's brain didn't work any more. Regardless, the woman that was probably Shannon made a shushing motion at her.

“Umm... Yeah, he's totally dreamy. I should, umm, introduce you some time,” well Zoe wasn't exactly channeling Shakespeare at the moment, but at least it served to distract Robin from the fact that Zoe wasn't paying attention to her any more.

Shannon started miming something at her while Robin yammered away, pointing at her hand and then making a throwing motion. “Throw you something?” Zoe's eyes went wide when she realized she'd spoken out loud. She looked back at Robin.

“Yeah, like a blind date or something!” Robin said obliviously, “You have no idea how hard it is to meet boys nowadays, it's like, they take one look at your penis and, 'see ya!', ya' know?”

“Uh... Sure...” Zoe offered before looking back at Shannon, she was pointing at her finger now. Oh! The ring! Doi! Zoe berated herself silently, how could she get straight As and still be so dense? Then again, she doubted that Einstein ever had to crunch numbers in the middle of an orgy. Now, how to get hold of the thing? Robin may be something of a bimbo, but even she would notice if Zoe started snatching off her jewelry. A risk taker Zoe was not, but there were times that even geeks like her were called into action. “Well, maybe don't show them your penis?”

“But if they don't see my penis how will they know what a good lay I am?” Robin asked, rolling her eyes like Zoe had suggested the stupidest thing in the world.

“You could take things slow, you know... Kissing them, holding their hands...” To illustrate her point Zoe grabbed Robin's hand, and surreptitiously began sliding off the green ring.

“Oh, I see where this is going,” Robin said as she leaned in close, lips parting.

“Wait, Robin! N--” Her words were silenced as Robin placed her lips over hers, her tongue invading Zoe's sensitive mouth. She gasped as her tongue met Robins, salivating thick pussy juice over the encroaching appendage. She'd heard before that the tongue was one of the most sensitive parts of the body, well for Zoe that was doubly true. Her tongue was covered in as many pleasure sensors as her clit, which had always made eating a bracing experience. Part of her nerdy persona had come about from her unconventional anatomy, she had only ever been able to afford a quick peck on the cheek when it came to boys, French kissing like this was out of the question as it would make her feel... Oh so fucking good.

Zoe shivered and closed her eyes, lost in sensation. She tossed the ring in Shannon's general direction as much to free her hands as to help her out. She clutched the back of Robin's head, pulling her in closer as their tongues wrestled. Her esophapussy lubricating itself from her sensitive mouth to her milk stained crotch. Time began to lose meaning as Robin's rapturous organ caressed every nook of her passage, even occasionally pressing against the g-spot in the roof of her mouth. Zoe quaked like never before when she was touched there. Why exactly hadn't she done this before? She let out a squeal, muted by Robin's mouth, as her body tensed up and then seemed to explode. Zoe's eyes rolled back, fluids sprayed into her panties and Robin's mouth as she came like never before. Not even her secret late night Popsicle excursions could make her feel that good.

Robin pulled back, her cheeks bulging slightly with fluid from Zoe's squirting mouth, forcing a whimper from the adorable red-headed nerd. She swished the substance around, noting it tasted a lot like girl cum, and then swallowed the lot.

“Woah... Kissing is so awesome!” And her mouth was back on Zoe's.

The world seemed to slow down as the ring flipped through the air. Shannon couldn't exactly run for it as she'd blow the whole operation if she started stomping around the room. Instead she leaned over as far as possible and reached out with her fingertips outstretched. It was a one in a hundred catch, but somehow Shannon caught it. She actually did it. She was actually going to save the day.

Heart threatening to leap up her throat Shannon slid it on, pointed it at her twin sister—who was still pounding away at Charisma, milk leaking between their bodies as their tits rubbed against each other—and whispered, “perfectly normal Sharon.”

The ring... Did nothing. At all. Shit fuck ass cunt! That meant she had been changed three times already! She counted them off in her head. The cock, obviously, her desire for women could be the second and as for the third... Maybe the milk? Was that coming from Sharon or Charisma? She needed to regroup, maybe call Jim again and see if he'd had any luck.

With one last pitying look at Zoe Shannon retreated silently from the room.

Shannon made it back into Sharon's room just as Joan was hanging up the phone.

“Was that Jim on the phone?” She asked optimistically as soon as she locked the door behind her. She didn't want an angry Sharon bursting in on her before she was ready. A bizarre image of her breaking a hole in the door like in The Shining but using her bludgeoning horse cock popped into her mind. Here's Johnny indeed. Shannon shuddered and pushed the image aside.

“No, I'm sorry...” Joan said, looking down at the covers in shame. “It was one of his friends though... She told me something about the ring...”

“Really!? What did she say?! Tell me!”

Joan explained the final transformation power of the ring of three, and Shannon pumped her hand in the air. So close to victor—Wait, hang on a second.

“So Sharon would need to be the one to use the ring? On herself?” She knew the answer, she just needed to verbalize it. Obviously this meant Sharon had to be willing to change back, but judging by the way she was going at Charisma that wasn't going to be the case. Things just got a little bit more complicated.

Joan couldn't meet her eyes, but her shoulders slumped as she spoke. “I'm sorry...”

“Don't be sorry Joan, it's not your fucking fault,” Shannon sighed.

“Oh, then she called back just now... She wanted an invitation so I...”

A deep pit seemed to form in Shannon's stomach, the implications came to her almost instinctively.

“No, no... Nononononono no. Absolutely no fucking way...”

“I'm sorry Shannon, I really messed up, didn't I? Please don't be mad at me, I'm soooo sorry...”

“Don't be sorry Joan, like I said it's not your fault. After all you've been... Oh, wait! Joan from yesterday.”

The ring glimmered a brilliant green and Shannon looked eagerly at Joan. Immediately her complexion changed as her blush faded away, her shoulders moved back into their normal position as Joan's confidence reasserted itself. Shannon beamed widely at Joan, suddenly brimming with elation rather than defeat for once. She'd done it! She'd really done it!

“Umm... Sharon... Why am I naked?”

*written by FK