After the bright FLASH, Rick still felt herself being penetrated, but something was WAY off.
For starters, they were definitely no longer in the privacy of their own home. Around her was a barn. A filthy, hay filled, barn. It was wooden, built with pillars of aging logs. There little piles of animal shit mixed with the smell of hay, and troughs full of food and water spaced evenly across the long corridor.
It was then that she looked down, and saw she herself was in one, before her train of thought was interrupted as she felt something.... massive, fill her. If she thought Emile was huge, this was gigantic, filling her so tightly she felt like she was ready to burst. She turned her head, and beside her, towering over her, was a large, brown, stallion, currently mounting... her.
She held her head down, moaning slightly from the last thrust, and instead heard a small whiny. She opened her eyes, and saw two legs, covered in reddish hair, with two hooves on the end.
"O-oh fuck, oh shit. That damned- ooOOooh, th-that camera made us fucking horses!" She thought in a panic.
She looked back up, and saw the camera sitting comfortably on the wooden door keeping them locked in the stall. She would've cursed it out if she could still speak. She also began to panic. How could she use the camera with just hooves? Could she use her tongue? Maybe nudge it with her nose? Try as she could, she couldn't really think well with what was happening.
Just then, two people walked into view. There was a pudgy, big breasted woman with curly blonde hair and dressed like your typical farm hand. Beside her was an older black man who wore nothing but a straw hat and overalls. Rick stared at them with longing, trying to almost silently ask for help, but clearly the message didn't reach them by what they said next.
"Oh gosh, let's go earl." She whispered just loud enough for Rick to hear.
"What's up Jane?" He asked as he turned back around with a bucket in hand.
"Rain and Elder are breedin'. We might finally be getten them foals we wanted." She chuckled, latching onto Earl's muscular arm.
"F-foals?!" Rick thought, panicked beyond belief. "O-oh god. I-I'm not a horse! I'm not a horse!" She tried to yell, only to let out a slight whiney.
As "Elder" thrusted, "Rain" could feel that he was close to cumming. At the same time, she felt almost animalistic instincts taking over. One side of her almost... wanted this. The other side was screaming to reach out for the camera... to try to tap ANYTHING to stop this. Behind her, Emily was none the wiser, reduced to nothing but a horny animal fucking his mate, unable to help escape this reality where they were no more than horses.
That's when...