Author’s note: Since there are conflicts in continuity, some things need to be established moving forward. Jen has four testicles and five cocks: two elephant cocks and three horse cocks (all prehensile with eyes and snake tongues). The only retcon I am making, for the sake of the scenes I envision, is that she has control over her horsecocks.
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Jen was unprepared for the intense pleasure that accompanied her milking. She moaned, nickered, and whinnied in equal measure, seemingly more horse than human now. She even heard herself moo a few times. It just seemed the natural thing to do.
A curious tickling at her rear tore her attention away from her breasts and udder. The quick tongue of one of her snake-like cocks flicked upon her horse pussy, giving her a taste of her own cunt and a whiff of its alluring aromas. Her body reacted, her cocks stiffening, her tail lifting to fully reveal the glistening pussy underneath.
Unbeknownst to Jen, her reptilian horse cocks had begun to move of their own volition. Having blocked out their sight and presently distracted by her milking in front of some forty-odd people, she had failed to notice two of them making their way around to her backside. All she could make out was a flurry of movement, not quite able to see what was happening back there despite having nearly 360-degree equine vision.
Panicking, Jen unblocked her vision from her cocks. She did so just in time to catch a glimpse of her horse vagina in the split second before her vision in that horsecock cut to black, the tentacle-like appendage having plunged deeply into it. Into herself.
Jen froze, mouth agape. The double sensations of the perfectly matched cock and vagina shot up her spine in a moment of mind-numbing bliss. She had only begun to register the thought that she was literally fucking herself as her second horsecock decided then to join the first. The two worked into incredible depths, thrusting in tandem, one pulling out as the other thrust in.
Jen cried out in pleasure, her human screams shifting into equine whinnies at their peak. The twin cocks quickened their pace gradually. The sensations overpowered her ability to think. “Why can’t I control them?” she thought desperately.
Under normal circumstances, Jen was in full control of every part of her body. But like a true cow her now partly bovine mind made her docile when being milked, freeing her cocks to do as they pleased. And pleased they did, entirely against her wishes.
Jen stamped her hooves in place. She wanted to get away. She needed to get away. Nevertheless she was unable to get away from what her own body was doing to itself. She was too engrossed to notice something pressing against her udder and slithering up between her breasts.
Jen was about to cry out once more before that something cut her off. There, hovering in front of her face like a snake about to strike, was her third horsecock. It hung suspended, flicking a forked tongue through its slit obscenely, menacingly, tasting the sex-filled air.
Jen stared into its brilliant green serpentine eyes as they stared back at her, reflecting her own visage in infrared. A mirror of madness.
Then, the two horsecocks in her rear thrust together in unison, throwing Jen out of her stupor. Her knees buckled, and she gasped from the sudden onslaught. This was all her third snakecock needed as it lashed out into her open lips, silencing any cries of panicked terror Jen may have had. Any cries that is, if she weren’t moaning instead, the carnal pleasures corrupting her fear into felicity.
Inside, the thick horsecock moved with purpose, exploring the inside of her mouth before moving back and forth, fucking the long length of her horse mouth with complete abandon, the salty taste of precum landing heavily on her horse tongue.
Her obligate nasal breathing went from panicked short breaths to calmer deep inhalations. Little did she know how this would seal her fate, pushing her past the point of no return.
In. Male. Mate. Out.
In. Female. Heat. Out.
In. Male. Mate. Female. Heat. Out.
In. Sex. Male. Heat. Need. Fuck. Female. Heat. Out.
In. Mate. Fuck. Sex. Male. Mate. Fuck. Sex. Female. Heat. Need. Fuck. Penis. Cock. Pussy. Out.
The pheromone-saturated air increasingly sent her body into overdrive with each ensuing breath. It was as though every animal that composed her chimeric body came to life, stallion and mare craving the opposite sex regardless if they shared the same body.
Her horse pussy clenched, hungry for cock. Her horsecocks responded, eager to provide. With renewed vigor they rocked her massive frame front and back with savage force, never faltering in their frenzied determination to fuck Jen of their own accord.
Resigned, a victim to her own body, Jen surrendered to lust.
She began to move her hips in time. Her cocks penetrated even deeper as foot after foot of the alternating appendages vanished into her equine cunt. She wondered why she had ever resisted at all.
She also bobbed her head, licking and sucking at the cock in her mouth. The textures ran deliciously across her lips and tongue. The tip of it met the back of her mouth, kissing it over and over with sticky splatters with precum.
She needed more. Jen fixated on the large mottled cockshaft moving up and down between the twin valleys of her four breasts. With four hands she pressed her voluptuous, cowlike breasts against the thick shaft, eliciting a sharp burst of precum that flooded her mouth. The viscous fluid passed her lips and continued down along the shaft. It dampened the fur on her breasts to a dark sheen, marking Jen as the slut she revealed herself to be. With her remaining bottommost hands, she lifted her udder with one and fingered her human pussy with the other.
Her milk flowed more freely now, spurred on by her body’s traitorous, wondrous rape of itself. One of the pumps failed as it was overwhelmed by the sheer volume. Yet still creamy streams of white continued to shoot from the exposed, teat-like nipple. They flew in wide arcs into the open air for everyone to see.
Her elephant cocks unfurled themselves from around her horse body, hitting the ground with a wet thud and sprawling out at 45-degree angles to either side of her. Freed from Jen’s control, they too began to stimulate themselves in earnest, making their partly caterpillar lineage evident in the way they moved. The impossibly large shafts reared back, forming a tall curving loop between base and end before straightening out and launching long streams of precum.
On the other side of the barn, Jen’s mother had been busy narrating the entire process. “We’re about to begin the second half of the collecting process.” Jen’s mom signaled and the farmhands that had been standing by rushed up to Jen, fixing enormous condoms onto her elephant penises.
It was at that point that the two horsecocks fucking Jen’s pussy gradually slowed, and eventually reached a standstill. They nearly withdrew from her sopping wet folds, bringing Jen back to her senses for the time being and giving back some of her ability to think.
Not one to miss out on such an opportunity, she used this short moment of clarity, this brief reprieve from insanity… and mewled.
Tears in her eyes, cock pounding her mouth, she whimpered, begging for the climax being denied to herself, by herself. She was a truly pathetic sight. Still she begged with every ounce of her being for release, for the kind of salvation that only orgasm could provide.
Then she felt it.
Starting with their heads, she felt the serpentine cocks begin to entwine. Slowly but steadily the snakelike appendages twisted around another, inching deeper into her at the same time. The coiling horsecocks spread Jen apart to her very limits, filling her beyond what she could have ever imagined.
Jen started to roll her hips, feeling the twin cocks shifting deliciously along with her movements. It was all she could do as the achingly, torturously slow process threatened to break her mind, her sanity as fleeting as the displaced precum splashing down in a heavy stream behind her.
Then, after the twin cocks within her could coil no further, they moved as one, pulling back before hammering forth with such speed and force that Jen was almost knocked off-balance.
Once, twice, three more times, Jen shuddered as she felt her balls grow tight. She struggled to remain conscious as several things happened at once.
The horsecock in her mouth gave a violent twitch, and before she knew it, a torrent of hot white cum came rushing into her maw. There was too much. She tried to pull it out, but couldn’t find purchase along its slick surface, her cock slipping through her fingers. As though sensing her intentions, the giant shaft pressed forward into the back of her mouth, giving her no other choice than to swallow.
Inside her pussy, Jen’s coiled cocks grew taut like a rope. Twin feelings of cum ran down their lengths, looping around each other over and over before reaching release, her horse pussy spasming as she filled herself with hot seed. Warmth spread as it entered her womb. Even still the semen kept coming, her horsecocks maintaining a tight seal and ensuring no way out. Her four massive testicles thumped, one pair churned after the other, feeding a seemingly endless supply of cum.
Jen’s elephant cocks ceased being prehensile. They straightened, surging high, mighty, and hard before erupting with blast after blast of cum into rapidly expanding condoms, filling them with gallons of her valuable horse semen. Her vision inside the condoms was a swirling sea of white, and eventually faded to black as the sheer volume of her cum rose above what she could see. So strong were her orgasms that her cocks continued to lift the condoms off the ground with each spurt, even after they had grown heavier than what two grown men could lift.
The ceaseless pleasure battered away at Jen’s sensibilities. There was no respite, no breaks in between. Every waking moment was filled with the release of horse semen into and out of herself, the overlapping cascades racking her brain with every savory spurt of cum. Her mind a blur, she wasn’t even aware several more pumps had failed and fallen away; the feelings went uninterrupted by her kneading hands.
Soon her humanity became one with animal desire. She couldn’t tell where one began and the other ended. Her mind was forever changed in that moment, and even as her vision darkened along the edges, even as her consciousness began to fade, Jen knew she could trust in her body’s ability to continue pleasuring itself without her.
And it did.