Ro3: Where's the Ring?

Zoe had always just thought of herself as a shy bookish virgin. It was a perspective that had informed not a small amount of her life style. There goes Zoe! Always with her nose in a book, barely talking to anyone other than her two best friends. She had never tried so much as tried kissing a boy, and for more reasons than her torso length vaginal tract. In a way her virginity was a shield, an excuse to put logic before lust, but now that she'd actually experienced what a cock could do, how mind numbingly rapturous sex could be...

But why did it have to be Sharon!? She had been her closest friend since high school had started, and she had never thought of her as anything other than a friend since they had met. What was Sharon to her now that Zoe had licked her semen off of the breasts of Sharon's own mother? Who was Sharon to her now? Who was she for that matter!? Completely overwhelmed with uncertainty, Zoe felt her conflicting emotions flood her eyes until they burst forth as twin waterfalls of tears.

“Zoe? Are you okay?” Sharon asked, her voice quivering. She received no words in response so she reached out towards the sobbing redhead to wipe away her friend's tears, only to have Zoe withdraw from her touch, wrapping her arms around her legs and pulling them in close protectively. Fuck, she did that to her didn't she? No, surely Robin was to blame. She was the one that had changed her friend and seduced her... At Sharon's instruction... There was no getting around it, this was her fault. She had reduced Zoe to this state. Suddenly she felt like she had a cat in her stomach, she couldn't imagine how Zoe felt.

“Hey, now Zoe... It's okay. We've always been close, haven't we? A bit more intimacy is nothing to feel bad about...” The words felt hollow, even to her. Sharon really didn't know what to say, she was just forming words as they came to her in hopes it would provide at least some comfort from Zoe. She started when she felt her mother's hand on her sheath again, caressing her privates in an attempt to coax her horsecock out again. She swatted Suzanne's hand away, fucking had gotten her into this problem, it certainly wasn't the solution to this mess.

No, it wasn't fucking that had made this problem... It was the ring, but unlike a bit of light frottage the ring could actually put things right. She could use it to undo Zoe's esophapussy, if Zoe had never had the generous love canal Sharon would never have fucked her and she wouldn't be crying any more! She looked at Robin and opened her mouth to give her the command, but the words couldn't come out. When she realized why she felt like the most selfish person in the world. She didn't want to undo the change because it jeopardized the chance that she could have knocked up Zoe. As much as she loved Zoe she also had her deep seated need to sire more foal. Perhaps there was a comprise she could reach between her love and her need...

“Robin, use the ring on Zoe, and quick! Please!” She asked with desperation.

“Huh? Why?” Robin scrunched up her face, thinking with obvious effort. “Oh! Her pussy isn't big enough? Lemme see... Massive elephant p--”

“NO!” Sharon shouted, just in time. “Jesus, no. Fucking hell Robin... No, I need to fix... I need to change her. Say... I don't know... Sharon's slutty girlfriend, or something. Yeah, that will do...” If she was her girlfriend then she'd have no reason to cry after they fucked, and if girlfriend didn't cut it then slutty certainly would.

Robin nodded obediently and swept her hand towards Zoe like a witch casting a spell, “Sharon's slutty girlfriend!”

Nothing.

Not a single fucking change. Zoe was still crying, Suzanne was still staring at her cock, Robin still had her hand out like a dumbass and—Where was the ring?

“Robin... Where's the ring?”

“Huh? I thought you were supposed to, like, be the smart one. It's right... Umm...” Robin stared blankly at her hand, turning it over in case the ring was hiding on the other side. She lifted her other hand and looked them over, becoming more and more confused with each passing second. In the end all she could say was, “Umm... Oops?”

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN OOPS!?” Sharon shouted, jumping to her feet. The **** from her movement shifted everyone on the bed, Robin actually fell off as she drew back in fear. She'd never seen Sharon this angry. Sharon wasn't sure she'd ever been this angry.

“I'll find it! I swear!”

Sharon and Robin practically tore Suzanne's room apart looking for the ring, but to no avail. Sharon didn't even notice when Zoe stopped crying and just watched Sharon blankly as she hurried about the room. All the while Suzanne sat with a dull smile on her face, idly rubbing her bloated womb and watching her daughter's cyclopean testicles bounce as she rushed back and forth.

Finally Sharon opened the door, hoping that the ring had just rolled underneath unnoticed during the orgy. No ring, just a musty smell and a damp patch outside the door. Sharon was about to go back to go back to the room when she was struck with a realization that made her feel like Nancy Drew. The stain was the key. Looking closer at it, it seemed to have been made by some kind of white liquid. It wasn't thick enough to be cum so that either meant pre-cum, or milk, and since the damp patch was large enough that it would have taken a horse cock like her own to have produced that much pre, that meant milk, and milk meant one thing...

“Charisma took the ring,” Sharon muttered to Robin, her voice thick with ****. “When I get the ring back I am going to kill that fucking bitch. No, better yet, I'm going to fuck the shit out of her, give her an udder to match that pussy of hers, fuck her again, set a fucking bull on her horny ass, and then fuck her until she cries 'Moo'.”

*written by FK