Ro3: By the Horns

“Bull--” Suddenly Sharon realized just how awful her **** scheme was, if Aurora became a bull that was one less woman she could impregnate, “--female--” Only one word in and she saw she was making things worse, it was Charisma she wanted to pair up with a bull, not herself. “--minotaur!” She spat the last word out in desperation. Bull female minotaur? She couldn't fathom what that could mean, silently she prayed that the ring wouldn't work its magic, after all it hadn't worked for Robin all the time, but the green light surrounding her finger told her this wasn't the case.

Aurora's eyes went wide, and her hands jumped to her scalp as her skull pushed two nubs of bone up through her scalp. The bone surged outward, pushing Aurora's hands out of the way as they formed intimidating twin horns. There was a slight pause in the transformation, as if the ring were having trouble interpreting Sharon's command, Aurora's mouth quivered completely speechless in terror at having sprouted her horns. If that was all it took to terrify her she certainly wasn't about to enjoy the rest of her changes.

The abbreviated skirt the cheerleader was wearing gave a great view of her legs as they spontaneously grew fur. As her legs quivered they gradually reshaped themselves into perfect duplicates of a bull's powerful legs forcing Aurora to struggle to maintain her balance, and that wasn't all that was changing down there. With not a little trepidation Aurora lifted up her skirt revealing her uncovered slit beneath (Sharon's eyes lit up when she realized that Aurora must have come to her party without any fabric under her skirt, she must have been good and horny) in order to confirm the sensation that she was feeling. Her clit was enlarging, pushing out from her body with a methodical pace, forming a new organ for the girl. Sharon had never seen a bull's cock before, the thing was big nothing compared to Sharon's own sizable endowments. The member could only compare its girth to hers at its base, Aurora's new cock grew more and more slender as it came towards its tip. Sharon couldn't help but think that it was appropriate that Aurora's appendage came from her clitoris, it was a far more feminine phallus than her own. Her pleasure nub didn't much have to change in colouration either, the bull cock stood in stark contrast to Aurora's ebony skin. As for her gash it grew wider between her legs, changing subtly to look almost identical to Charisma's own slit.

Her changes seemed to be complete. The cheerleader looked back up at Sharon, muttering, “The fu—AH!” Scratch that, she wasn't done transforming. Sharon could hear an uncomfortable grinding sound as Aurora grew larger, bones growing unevenly as her entire body grew larger to better match the proportions of her bovine legs. The rear of her skirt was pushed heavenward as flesh surged out in an unceasing torrent from her rear end, doubtlessly she would have toppled backwards if a second pair of legs hadn't melted out of her first only to be carried back along with the flesh to give her four legs to balance with. Aurora's pussy and her brand new dick slid back into this new mass of flesh that looked unquestionably similar to a bull's body, ending its travel only when it arrived where a bull's sexual organs would rest.

Sharon looked in awe at what she had created. Though Aurora was far more bovine than equine in many ways she looked more like a centaur than a minotaur. From the waist up she looked just like Aurora had, albeit quite a bit larger, sporting a pair of horns, and a large golden ring in her nose. Below that... She was pretty much a bull. A hermaphroditic bull, perhaps a bit smaller than those she'd seen at the rodeo, but a bull nonetheless.

The tauric cheerleader met Sharon's gaze, still wide eyed. “Sharon... Don't tell me you fucked my girlfriend!”

It took Taylor a while to resume control of her own body, every time she did this it was as if she was switching between driving stick and automatic. As she lay back impotent inside her own body she had to ask herself, how had things gone so wrong?

When Charisma had barged in and started going off on her for hooking up with Shannon, making outrageous claims like 'I saw her first', 'I can't believe you'd even touch a dick that ugly', and 'you wouldn't be able to take that cock anyway!' She shouted for a while more as that last one sunk in. Did that mean Charisma could take Sharon's cock? She had always considered the art of stealing another's body a heinous sin, it was also a risky maneuver as not only was she separated from the mystical tattoo from which she drew her power but the longer she spent in another person's skin the harder it would be to switch back. At that moment she didn't care, it was her first opportunity to really get intimate with her mistress' cock, and besides Charisma had insulted Shannon. She needed to be punished.

Sure, her next experience with her mistress was one she wouldn't give up for the world, but when Sharon walked in everything went to hell. Without access to her body she couldn't do anything to stop her as she used the ring on her mistress. Then Sharon looked at her with that wicked look in her eyes, Taylor expelled herself from Charisma's body reflexively in order to avoid whatever transformation she might see fit to use on her.

The twitch of a finger told her that she was back in control. Swapping with Charisma's body had been... Exhilarating, nonetheless it felt good to be back in her own body. Like slipping into her favorite skirt. She sat up and went pale, suddenly feeling as if she would faint. Her shorts were around her knees and she no longer felt the arousing sensation of plastic filling her nethers. What she did feel was cum. So much cum she could barely believe it. As she moved she could actually feel it swishing around inside of her even as her lower lips spat out a glob of the thick white stuff. Sharon must have fucked her while she was... No. No, it wasn't possible. Well, it was possible but... She looked at her mistress, lying face first in her own pool of spunk with a content grin on her face. Taylor felt sick, Shannon was the most important person in the world to her, even though she hadn't been present for what Sharon had done to her she felt as though she had betrayed her. It was that puddle of cooling semen that should be between her legs, not...

Taylor shook her head to clear her thoughts. Her mistress needed her now, she didn't have time for moping. She crawled over to Shannon's **** form, trying to ignore the warm fluid trickling down her thighs. She bit her lip and looked down underneath her as she crawled on all fours. Her normally flat stomach was actually bulging slightly. Sharon must have actually pushed through her cervix and pumped her stuff directly into her womb. Taylor was wobbling on her hands and knees by the time she made it to her mistress. She felt a weakness she knew had nothing to do with her brief exodus from her body, but she persevered and gently roused Shannon to consciousness.

Shannon slowly awoke, finding herself cradled in Taylor's arms. She basked in the twin feelings of warmth from Taylor's body and the afterglow of the most powerful orgasm she'd ever experienced. There was something moist on her lips so she ran her tongue over them, frowning when she recognized the taste as her own spunk.

“Mistress, are you alright?” Taylor's voice drifted to her, it was the chirping of birds on the most beautiful of mornings.

“Better than alright...” Shannon murmured as she opened her eyes. Taylor's face didn't seem to share her contentment. Shannon decided to share it with her. Their lips met and all was right with the world. Taylor returned the kiss with urgency, her lips struggling to hold onto her as if they were all that were keeping Shannon from falling away. When they finally drifted apart Taylor still seemed upset. Almost guilty.

“Sharon has the ring...”

At Taylor's words Shannon sat upright like she'd been jabbed with a knife. One hand pounced on the other, a last ditch effort to protect a treasure that was no longer there. Her heart started pounding as her mind recompiled everything that had occurred before her lapse into sleep. She wiped up some of the cum from her cheek and stuck it in her mouth, frowning at the taste.

“Did she use the ring on either of us?” Shannon asked, “Try to remember, Taylor. It's more important than you can imagine.”

Taylor nodded, “She did. On you... Smaller and...” Taylor hesitated, “attractive.”

Shannon was pretty sure she was leaving something out, but she wasn't sure what. She didn't bother asking, attractive she could deal with but, smaller? She started fondling her massive testicles and instructed Taylor to strip, she needed to survey the damage.

After two orgasms in one day it proved to be quite difficult to coax out her friend. For some reason she thought her cum might help, so she had Taylor grab a handful of her cum and rub it over her sheath. It felt even better than she was expecting, Shannon shuddered at the feeling of that sticky substance sliding across her skin. As Taylor alternated rubbing her sheath and her breasts, Shannon coated another finger in her sweet spooge. Finally her cock pushed out into the light of day. Shannon let out a breath in relief. Still the same size.

“Wow... It's, what? Half the size as before? It's about a foot long now, right?” Taylor inquired, licking Shannon's cum from her fingertips. For a moment Shannon was confused, then she remembered the memory modifying effects of the ring. “Didn't change your balls though, they're still as huge as ever. You'd think your cock would look too small over them but... Gawd, it looks nice now. Better than ever... At this size my pussy could probably take it too. It's... Perfect...” Taylor's fingertips came to rest on the flared head of Shannon's equine cock.

Shannon sucked another cum coated finger as she pondered the implications. Given Taylor's appreciation for her length she was guessing that attractive had applied to her penis rather than her face or her body. She did have to admit the shape was simply breathtaking, every pulsing vein a work of—No, that was the ring talking. She looked at Taylor as the ninja gazed at her organ, leaning down to suck the cum remaining on the tip from her last orgasm. Shannon was jealous she hadn't thought of doing the same thing first. She looked at the huge puddle of cum soaking the carpet and licked her lips.

“Shit!” Shannon exclaimed, “Spit out that cum!” Too late, she watched helplessly as Taylor swallowed even as her words were being formed. Taylor began spouting apologies and requested her mistress to punish her for her insubordination. “It's okay, just... I think the ring might have affected my seed as much as my cock, I mean just look at that white puddle and tell me it isn't the most attractive pile of glorious white gold you've ever feasted your eyes on...”

Shannon couldn't tear her eyes away, as much as she tried. She fell forward onto her hands, bending down to lap up her own cum, tears welling up in her eyes as she tried to make herself stop. She was as much a **** as Taylor was, her arousal building in waves as she lapped up her semen like a cat slurping spilled milk. She sucked it from the fibers of the carpet, running it over her tongue, gargling it and swallowing only to lick up more. She was vaguely aware of Taylor doing the same, succumbing to the same temptation she had. She probably wouldn't have even noticed the nude ninja if they hadn't been competing for the same choice sips of semen.

The world became a blur, all that existed for her was the marvelous white substance on her tongue, the sweet bitter taste of life itself. When she came to she was making out with Taylor once again, if she could call it that. In essence they were licking her cum off of one another's faces, barely better than animals in their quest for her jizz. She pulled back slowly as she regained her wits.

*written by FK