“Come on, I’ve got something to show you. Keep your eyes closed, all twenty of them.”
Jen did as she was told and closed her eyes. Her mother led her forward by her lower right hand. Warm sunlight fell upon her as they stepped out the barn. The crisp morning air was a welcome reprieve from the pungent scents of the barn.
“Okay. Wait right there,” Her let go of her hand and jogged away.
“Mom? What is this about?” Jen asked.
“Happy Birthday!”
Jen opened her eyes and was greeted by the sight of her smiling parents. A large birthday cake with candles sat on a table behind them. She had completely forgotten today was her birthday! Shrieking with joy, she ran to embrace her parents. She was careful in doing so, they seemed so small now.
“Well? Make a wish!” urged her mother.
Jen took a moment to reflect on these past several days, and everything that had happened. It was a lot to take in. She felt a sense of loss that her face was gone, but she couldn’t deny she was enjoying her new body. Plus, she was practically treated like royalty.
Something still nagged her however. An especially punchable face came to mind.
“I wish there was some way for me to get back at Kyle,” she whispered, and blew the candles out with a puff.
Her dad spoke up. “I got you something special,” he said stepping around the corner, “I know how much you love to rub one off… or several for that matter, and yes I know your mother doesn’t like to indulge that strange obsession of yours, what with letting all manner of creatures into your pussy,” he said. Jen suddenly became unsure about where this was going. “But I think you’ve earned this.”
Jen’s dad came back around the corner, towing an animal by a rope. A horse. And one in heat too by the smell of things, the scent catching on her reptilian tongues. It turned and ran at Jen.
“Ah fuck it,” she said to herself.
She repositioned herself, preparing for the charging beast.
However, what she’d just said gave her an idea. Instead of simply resigning herself as usual, Jen took the initiative. She grabbed the horse by its barreled chest with her elephantine cocks, lifting it into the air with immense strength and stopping its charge for the time being.
She had no qualms about what she was about to do next.
“If it’s going to be a part of me anyway,” she thought, “then this may as well be masturbation.”
With a mad grin she plunged the mare into her cursed pussy, its head sinking almost effortlessly. Her mind reeled as the unique pleasure of absorbing the oversized animal came crashing into her. The rest of the horse began to flail wildly, desperate to drive its way home into Jen’s inner depths.
If this were any other day, she would have lost her grip on the beast.
But no, today was her birthday. Today was her goddamn motherfucking birthday, and she, Jennifer Smith, was going to enjoy it.
Redetermined, Jen adjusted her grip. And with a mighty thrust, she pulled the horse partly back out. A second later, and she thrust it back in. Then she did it again, and again, slowly building her pace up over the course of a minute. Soon she was pulling and pushing the horse frantically in and out of herself, reducing the majestic, powerful beast to no more than a mere tool for her pleasure.
Over the course of the next several minutes, Jen moaned and gasped in full view of her parents. The rapidly flowing fur and muscle against her inner walls brought her climax after climax. As the horse’s mass diminished, pride took its place. Nothing was going to ruin her fucking birthday, and a birthday of fucking it turned out to be.
Caught up in blissful orgasm, Jen almost didn’t notice when her pussy sucked the horse’s last remaining leg out of her grip and into herself, her pussy continuing to spasm even when there was nothing left to absorb.