Ro3: At The Bottom of the Bottle

“That was... Something else...” Shannon murmured softly into Taylor's ear. She had no idea just how long they'd gone on the humiliating task of licking up her cum from the carpet, or from their bodies for that matter. Sharon had really done a number on them. It was just as well Shannon had been a virgin until her experimentation with Taylor, she had no doubt that if she had memories of drinking her own semen the ring would have altered them to include its new attractive properties and her addiction to her own cum would be all consuming. As it was she still felt some desire, but it was more of a needling in the back of her mind gradually growing more insistent rather than the body shaking need she felt earlier. She pictured herself on her hands and needs lapping from that puddle of cum, she shuddered in revulsion as she unconsciously licked her lips.

“I'm sorry mistress, I should have been stronger. Please forgive me,” Taylor pleaded desperately. 

Shannon looked at her ****, Taylor stared back with puppy dog eyes. The Asian's need for her approval was stronger than her need for her cum, Shannon let her lips show her forgiveness. 

“What now, mistress?”

“I need to think, give me a moment.” It was a tricky situation, Sharon had the Ring of Three and obviously more or less puzzled out its use. Normally she would have given Sharon the benefit of the doubt, but with the changes she'd undergone at the hands of Robin suddenly she was a real danger. Cum. A horse cock to match her own—no a horse cock twice the size of her own, she reminded herself, flushing when she realized she was jealous—a sex drive to put Cassenova to shame and a ring that could turn anyone into her ideal partner? Jizz. It was a recipe for disaster, particularly given all the drunk, fertile and, let's face it, horny girls downstairs. Sweet semen... The one dim glimmer of hope was the ring's final power, the fourth transformation only its wearer could command, if she could find some way to trick Sharon into using three words that would undo the changes Robin had made to her. Horse spunk. She needed to pull it off before Sharon tried to give herself a bigger sack or something though, so that she could spill out even more of that wonderful white stuff, so much like her own. What she would give to pump out a lake of horse jizz and roll around in it, feeling the warm viscous fluid leak into her ass as she opened her mouth and...

“Shit!” Shannon exclaimed as she caught herself. She let herself get carried away, but the more she thought the more her thoughts went back to her cum. Judging by the way Taylor was eyeing her sheath the ninja's mind was on much the same topic. “What are we going to do, Taylor? Even if I could come up with some way to trick Sharon into undoing her transformations there's no way we could pull it off if we started fellating my cock in some mad attempt at getting at my fucking jizz! Don't you have some ninja power that will, I don't know, clear our heads or something?”

“There is meditation, but that's not exactly a power, and I suck at that. You know me better than anyone, a clear mind has never been my strong suit,” Taylor admitted. “My abilities are suited more to, you know, ninja stuff. It's not all body-swapping sexcapades, unfortunately.”

“This is so fucking fucked. Smokers can get nicotine patches, what the fuck are you supposed to do when you're addicted to fucking horse jizz?” Shannon cut her rant a bit short, as her rage induced tirade gave her an idea. Cutting cold turkey was obviously a problem, but if they had some sort of dosage to fall back on... “Quick, Taylor, find me a water bottle lying around or something.”

The ninja found one in under a minute. Shannon undid the cap and chugged it in one go, only to carefully set aside the empty bottle and look at Taylor seriously. “I need you to get me off, by any means necessary. You of all people should know how hard it is to get me to blow my load twice, let alone three times but... Well, if we can't we're fucked. As soon as I'm about to unload grab the water bottle so we can save it for later, but try not to look at it too much, especially after...” Shannon couldn't quite admit what had happened, “Well, you know.”

Taylor nodded and knelt down before her mistress. Supplication in more than one sense. She reached up, kneading Shannon's breasts as she buried her face in her voluminous sack. Her warm dark sack felt better than ever as she nuzzled the flesh, allowing it to conform to her face like a second skin. What magic had Sharon wrought to make what she had always considered the world's most perfect organ even more wonderful? She slid up to place her lips on the upper portion of Shannon's sheath as her breasts pressed against her mistress' testicles. She slid her tongue inside, licking out the dark cavern in which the serpent made its home. Taylor was the only one who knew precisely how to charm Shannon's snake.

It wasn't long before her cock tentatively unsheathed itself, Taylor practically slavered as its new abbreviated length was presented to her. It was still much longer and far wider than most men could boast, even so it should have seemed infantile when compared to the sack which dangled beneath it. That it seemed so perfect on Shannon's body was testament to the ring's power. Taylor gently wrapped her hands around it, gingerly as if she were cradling a crystal rose, eliciting a wince from Shannon above.

“Oooh, fuck... I don't think this is going to work...” Shannon muttered, having managed to cum twice in such a short period of time her dick was so sensitive that the sensation of Taylor's hands and lips upon her equine endowments were actually painful.

Taylor looked up at her from beneath the flared head of her cock. “Do you wish me to stop, mistress?”

Shannon shook her head, “No, we need to do this, it's just... Fuuuck, that's tender!”

It pained Taylor to see her mistress like that. She didn't mind when Shannon had done similar things to her, but Taylor got off on it, it was different when a powerful stallion like Shannon was **** to go beyond her limits. She supposed that more lubrication would help, but it was always so hard to lube her up with just her saliva... Then again, she hadn't really been able to use much in the way of her natural lubrication before. Taylor stood up and wrapped her hands around Shannon's shoulders, then with the ease belying the task's difficulty she swung her legs around Shannon's waist in one swift motion. Shannon was obviously caught off guard, but quickly grabbed the ninja's ass to keep her from falling. Taylor felt her heart swell, it has hard to read Shannon sometimes but the fact that her reflexes had titled in the favor of catching her lover rather than maintaining balance meant that Taylor really did mean something to her. Which was going to make this next part all the harder.

Freeing one hand to aim Shannon's appendage, Taylor slowly lowered herself down towards the wide head of the cock. Shannon gasped at the sensation of her first pussy as Taylor well and truly snatched up her cherry. But then she looked down and saw what was leaking out around her cock.

“N, no... Sharon, did... Did she?” Shannon stammered out as her sister's cum oozed out from Taylor's cunt to flow down her shaft. Taylor couldn't meet her eyes, which was as good as any admission. Shannon reeled. Her sister had beaten her to her perfect woman, the woman she had moulded into her ideal lover with those soft spoken words. Her sister's spunk was swishing around inside of her girl, pressing down around her cock, running down over the contours of her testicles. She looked down at Taylor's stomach and noted for the first time the bulge, a shadow of what was to come. Jeeze, if there was enough horse spunk inside of her to distend her stomach... There was no way she wasn't pregnant. Sharon had knocked up the woman Shannon was inside.

“Please don't hate me...” Taylor pleaded. Shannon couldn't form a reply. With tears budding in her eyes Taylor began pistoning herself on Shannon's cock, lifting herself up and down over her length. Shannon barely felt it, each time Taylor moved more of her sister's semen was freed. The flow seemed to be ceaseless. Taylor began kissing Shannon, competing with Sharon for Shannon's attention. She won out in the end. 

Shannon looked at Taylor. The tears were falling freely down her face now. She tried to find the words to ease their flow, but it was so difficult. She knew it wasn't Taylor's fault, that the cheerleader would never have willingly done anything to hurt her, but she couldn't put it into words. When her tongue had made its betrayl clear Shannon left the task up to her lips. She met Taylor and made them one flesh. Though her cunt belonged to her sister, her mouth belonged to her. Shannon locked lips with Taylor as if she never meant to let go.

As Taylor's hands found purchase in Shannon's hair the pair were completely oblivious to Sharon peering in the room...

“Fuuuuuu---AAAAHHH!” Shannon cried out as she came into the empty bottle. Taylor struggled to hold the opening against Shannon's urethra, but the shemale's involuntary quivering made the task extremely difficult. A small shot landed on the carpet. Great, now I'm going to have to lick that up off the carpet, thought Shannon. She collapsed down onto the bed with sweat dripping in beads from her glistening body. “That's hardly anything...”

“Gawd, you filled up half the bottle! So all this time that you've been saying you can't pull off more than one fuck?”

Shannon blushed. What she considered a measly load was still quite a bit for ordinary men. “Nevermind that now Taylor, hand me the bottle.” The Asian complied and Shannon tightly twisted the cap on the bottle, she needed it as tight as possible since she didn't want to risk impregnating herself. Shannon awkwardly gathered up her cyclopean testicles and heaved them over her thigh. She felt her face turn beet red under Taylor's gaze as she carefully slid the bottle into her cunny.

“What was that?” Taylor asked, absolutely incredulous at what she'd just seen.

“We need it on hand so that we can give ourselves doses as we need them,” Shannon explained, even as she felt her ears burning at the indignity of what she had to do, “obviously your pussy is too tight so I just figured that--”

“Gawd, it's Sharon again, isn't it?” Taylor interrupted. “Shannon, believe me when I say you've never had a pussy before.”

Shannon took a moment to ponder the implications. If Sharon had given her a pussy then obviously she was planning on... Eww! Her own sister? The only thing that would be worse would be if her mother wanted her! More importantly, how many transformations had she undergone? Sharon had made her cock smaller and her cum addictive with her first one, and as hard as it was to believe her magical pussy was Sharon's doing as well! Shannon thought a moment longer, trying to puzzle out any other transformations she might have been hit with, she had a feeling like she was forgetting something, but no matter how much she wracked her brain she couldn't think of a third one. So, in all likelihood she was at two. So was Taylor for that matter. She silently prayed that nothing else would happen to Taylor, she was perfect just as she was.

“I know you'd never lie to me Taylor, but I'm stuck with these changes until we can get... Are you going to drink that?”

Taylor and Shannon realized that they hadn't been looking at one another as they spoke, that single strand of jizz had demanded far too much of their attention. They shared a brief awkward look which seemed to say, 'we're really going to do this aren't we?' and knelt down on the carpet to share the tiny morsel.

*written by FK