Jenny wasn’t religious or even spiritual but her pussymother had been and had sometimes said she believed the persistent old legend that those transformed by having an Itch scratched inside them were reduced to a single sperm amongst the countless hundreds of millions of that first load. If they could just find an egg they would get a chance at being reborn, which was a very appealing idea even if science had yet to figure out how to even find this select sperm even if it did exist.
Jenny didn’t believe it for a second but, assuming there was even a one in a trillion chance it was, was it right to rob her of her chance to live again?
Probably not, but Jenny was feeling famished and horny after her transformation.
Sitting up, she grabbed her thick shaft and lifted it to her mouth like the world’s biggest straw and engulfed her equine flare with a decadent slurping noise.
Jenny stopped and moaned in pleasure at her taste, the spongy texture of her flare, the heaviness and thickness of her new flesh. Her fingers danced up and down her shaft, learning how to play herself for the best music as she had before after hitting puberty.
Jenny’s toes were just starting to curl and her balls beginning to boil when a voice said,”Jenny, I told you to close the damn door when you-“
Jenny’s cock slipped out of her mouth with a loud popping slurp as she looked over at the bathroom door just in time to see realization dawn on her intruding cockmother’s face. Jenny watched as her eyes scanned up and down her inhuman new member and there was obviously some quick deductions going on in her brain figuring out what had happened.
It seemed like forever to Jenny before her surviving mother sighed softly and asked,”Did it have to be her, baby?”
Jenny was still in a fog of lust even if her new cock had softened in fear so she answered silently and honestly. She nodded.
“Why didn’t you tell me? There are.... less drastic options.” her mom said sounding more annoyed than sad.
“I.... I didn’t think you’d understand?” Jenny said weakly. Only rare futa got The Itch and were shunned and feared because of it so it was a good excuse.
Her mother nodded and said,”Your Aunt Anne got The Itch and didn’t tell anyone about it either. Thats why you don’t have an Aunt Tabitha anymore.”
Jenny’s eyes went wide as she put this together.
“H-how did Aunt Anne deal with the first…. you know….”
“She tried holding it in actually, said Tabby deserved “another shot.” Well she got shot into Aunt Anne’s bedsheets during a wet dream the morning after.” her mom explained and then,”Well whats done is done. Now what I think you should do is....”