Sharon Freaks Out

The instant Robin asked the question Sharon felt a rush of memories pushing away everything she thought that she knew. It was as though someone had been transposing dreams over her memories, and now those dreams were being scorched away by the morning rays of realization. Memories of her first sexual experimentation with her equine endowments were replaced with her bashfully exploring her slit. The discovery of Robin's cock and all the time they had spent bonding over their shared blight were simply erased, as if they'd never existed. 

All these right and proper memories should have eased her, but instead they left her with a feeling of abject wrongness regarding her current condition. If she was a normal girl, then what was hanging between her legs? Sharon felt her hand grow lax as the final memory clicked into place. Robin cornering her. Propositioning her. Then... The transformation.

The glass bottle shattered on the cold tile floor below her, and Sharon couldn't help but scream, though not at the sound of shattered glass. With horrid trepidation she reached down and peeked inside her skirt, confirming the source of the great and unfamiliar weight between her legs.

She had a horse cock.

She had a fucking horse dong with two enormous swinging testicles where her pussy should have been.

It was too much for her, her respirations began to increase uncontrollably, her heart pounding so fast and strong she could hear every beat. Sharon grasped her head and bit down on her pinkies as true panic began to set in.

“Are you... Like, okay?” Robins words drifted towards her as if through a fog. 

Sharon tried to look at the cheerleader, but her eyes wouldn't quite focus. She tried to calm herself, breathing in through her nose and out through her mouth, forcing her body to slow down so that she could make sense of the world. When things finally came in focus Sharon found herself staring at Robin's erect cock.

“No, I have to get away...” Sharon muttered to herself.

“Away? Like, from the glass?”

“NO,” Sharon practically screamed, shaking her head violently. “Away from... From YOU!”

Sharon turned tail and ran, ignoring a slight jab of pain from a shard of glass. She left Robin staring after her, as confused as ever. The cheerleading shemale called after her but Sharon didn't, or maybe couldn't, listen. Sharon just ran, tears streaming down her face as she felt her sheath flop up and down and her melon sized testicles jiggle with every stride she took. She had to get somewhere safe, somewhere comfortable, somewhere familiar! She bounded up the stairs and ran into her room, slamming the door shut behind her.

Sharon collapsed against the door and slowly slid down to the floor. Only thinking once she was sitting down to flick the lock shut. She was a freak. She didn't know or understand what was going on, but she knew for sure that she was a freak now.

“Fuck... Why today of all days?” Sharon lamented, wiping the tears from her cheeks, “Why on my birthday?”

*written by FK