Ro3: The Ends Justify the Means

"It's too dangerous!"

"It's the only way to know what we're up against! If this chick can bend our minds around this much with a business card and a piece of jewelry..."

Rick took a steadying breath, fingering the ring in his palm nervously. What if he had no more transformations left? He felt normal but that said nothing, especially after witnessing Shannon's mitosis and subsequent ignorance. "Jim?"

"Yes Rick?"

"...can you do it?"

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah buddy, I don't want to lock myself into anything, I want that last 'undo' for myself in case I need it. I trust you."

The dog's voice sounded stern but emotionally charged, "I won't let you down Rick."

Rick delicately placed the ring on the floor in front of Jim, shaking out his hands to vent some nervous energy.

"Oh my god, just do it already! We've seen this thing used like ten times, no-one's blown up yet."

Rick gave Shiva a sidelong glance but didn't comment on how **** the changes really were. Odd name, 'Shiva,' especially next to Sharon and Shannon. Maybe the Ring was taking creative liberties, "Heh, guess we already knew that."

"Ready Rick?"

Rick cleared his throat, "Hit me."

Jim placed his paw on the ring and carefully enunciated, "Can See Truth." That seemed like a solid bet, they'd debated heatedly before settling on it. Simple, plain, and hard to misinterpret. That and it gave Rick an escape clause 'can see' rather than 'see'. He'd read enough Lovecraftian fiction to know that some things probably weren't meant to be seen.

"Huh. I actually... remember you saying it and everything. Weird."

"Maybe it has to do with your awareness of the ring?"

"Guys it doesn't matter: did it work?"

Rick searched his mind, slipping the ring into his pocket, looking for memories or anything that would indicate a change, "Uh... I don't know. Tell me a lie."

"Shannon isn't my sister." Rick blinked. For a second there he thought she'd actually figured out she'd spawned into existence only ten minutes ago. Wow, what're the odds she tried to lie but accidentally told the truth?

"Uh... tell me a different lie?"

"Jim has always been a dog." She paused before adding, "Physically."

He thought she was just being catty but as soon as she added the last part, he saw a shimmer around her mouth and her lips movement looked... wrong somehow. Not different exactly, but incorrect, like watching a foreign movie with a voiceover.

"Holy shit that was weird..."

"It worked?"

"Yeah! I was looking at your mouth and it, like, went out of synch with what you were saying. Do it again!"

"Um... the sky is red? Wait why are we even- Just look at the card!"

Rick frowned as nothing happened to her mouth that time. Guess the sky is red somewhere. Shit, that could make things complicated if it has to be...

The thought died as he looked down at the card.

"..."

"...Rick? What do you see?"

He opened his mouth and closed it again, swallowing hard.

"Just tell us!"

"The card reads: Nyarlathotep. And a whole list of titles you probably don't want to hear."

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Sharon grunted as her mom's pussy convulsed around her cock again, wondering how much longer her willpower would let her stop her cock from erupting. They’d been at it for what must have been at least an hour and she was extremely pleased to see her mother’s normally insatiable sex drive gradually giving in to her preternatural stamina. Fuck I wish we’d done this sooner...

Suzanne was a mess, droplets of sweat falling off her as she struggled to bounce in time with Sharon’s bestial rhythm. Her breasts swung madly and Sharon was overcome with the desire to feel them under her tongue. Easily pulling her mother to the side, Sharon swapped places, thrusting down with tired but vigorous strokes as Suzanne whimpered. She slowed and leaned down, drawing her tongue across the soft tit flesh and flicking the nipple luxuriously.

She smirked as her mother shook, exhausted hands curling up in the damp sheets, “What a pretty salt lick I have, you’ll make all the other stallions jealous.”

Suzanne giggled wearily, “You... silly gir-OH!” She bit down on her lip as Sharon resumed her thrusting, reveling in the feeling of her sack slapping against the MILF’s thighs.

“What am I mom?”

“Y-you’re m-my S-stallIon!”

“And what’re you?”

“I-I’m y-YOU’re M-Mare!”

“Fucking right you are! Uhh! Uhn! Oh... fuck....” Sharon, unable to resist any longer, unloaded blast after blast of stallion’s seed into her mother’s core, shivering in pleasure as she felt her insides swell from the pressure.

Suzanne struggled for air beneath her, quivering in time with the throbbing of Sharon’s cock. Sharon let herself cum longer than even a true horse probably could, letting all of her raging desire drain into her mother’s womb. At long last, she slumped forward into Suzanne’s tits, totally spent.

The exhausted woman draped her arms over her daughters back, ankles weakly locking in place around her back, humming in contentment and euphoria. They lay like that, totally satisfied for what felt like the first time in either of their lives, for what felt like hours... but it came to a screeching halt when Sharon’s eye caught a glint of something green past Suzanne’s nipple.

Sharon sat up, gaze focused on the little band of gold innocuously sitting beneath the door, and her face broke into a wide grin.

"-So Azathoth in Lovecraft's universe was like capital "G" God: an omnipotent entity that could- Well, anyway: Nyarlathotep is this shapeshifting, conniving, messenger from Azathoth. I guess like his subconscious or something, manipulating his dreams?"

"Ok, ok, wrap it up Rick, we don't need the whole history lesson, how do we get rid of it?"

"We don't. It does what it wants and leaves. Hopefully."

"...so that's it? We're just fucked?"

Rick shook his head, "I refuse to believe that the Lovecraft Mythos are true to life, we can fight this Nepea, especially if she needs an invitation to come inside. We can stop her at the front door."

V turned with her hands on her hips, "Well that's great and all but we're having a party down there! Anyone could get invited in!"

Jim shook himself briskly, "Everyone who actually lives here is upstairs, except for Joan. Maybe she can't get in without the houses occupant inviting them?"

V grimaced, "That feels like a stretch."

Rick latched onto the idea, needing to do something rather than worry about elder gods busting down the door, "No, that's mythologically true: it has to be a resident." He hoped, "Which means we should go find Joan. Where's Shannon?"

Shannon slumped down on the couch next to Robin, who stared hungrily after the walking milk factory dragging Zoe to the door. Today was just not her day. She'd really been looking forward to whatever Mom had in store but she was kidding herself if she thought that she'd be anything but last place. Shiva was just better than her and Sharon... well, Sharon had a giant horse cock. It had always been sort of gross to her but she had to admit that her mother's fascination with it had given her a bit of penis-envy. She glumly watched as Charisma talked with one of the guests at the door.

She only realized who the guest was when Charisma beckoned Joan forward, "Uh... sure lady. Joan, can she come in? Excuse us, we're just going to-"

"Oh you can't leave now, the party is just getting started." Nepea's palm on her sternum looked friendly but Charisma was stopped dead on the threshold, blinking in surprise, tits jiggling slightly, "What'll it be dear? Won't you invite a guest in?"

"Wai-" Shannon leapt off of the couch but she was too slow for Joan's submissive urges: "Um, sure come in."

The room seemed to buckle faintly as Nepea smiled predatorily and stepped into the room, tilted forward as though she were pressing through a strong wind. She straightened herself out primly and her eyes landed on Shannon, who quickly stepped forward to rescue her painfully shy older sister.

Shannon opened her mouth but Nepea cut her off, pointing a finger into her chest as she came within arms reach, "You have an unwanted appointment that you really must keep."

The finger pushed firmly and Shannon tumbled. Not backwards though. Or sideways. Or down, or up, or even forward. Shannon had no name for the direction she was falling.

But she landed face first on wet carpet that stank of cum.

"Shannon? Whe... where did you come from?"

Shannon staggered to her knees, unsure if she should feel nauseous or not, and beheld her mother gasping for breath and draped over Sharon's lap. The twins locked eyes for a moment, Shannon's narrowing in fury as Sharon's widened in a smile. Suzanne cooed as the deflated horse cock above her reversed course, drooling cum across her face as it hardened once more.