John Connors was in a cabin hundreds of miles away from Mareville. He was writing in his journal, his only solace away from a curse - the curse of knowing what was happening.
“Day 200
200 long days since this happened. I can’t even explain it, but I have to try. My name is John Connors. I’m a sociologist specializing in human beliefs of the occult. 200 days ago I was investigating a small community called Mapleville. This quiet suburban town supposedly had a curse that had gone back to the Salem witch trials. ‘Transform or Dare,’ something none of the locals dare say aloud. All nonsense. At least I thought it was.
On that fateful day, I arrived in town with my coworker and research partner, Jessica. I interviewed some of the locals in town as she explored the farms surrounding it. However, I felt a dark disturbance. A chill in my spine. I couldn’t explain it. Jessica didn’t arrive back to the hotel; yet, something told me she wasn’t supposed to. I fell asleep, and the next day, something was different. Jessica knocked on the hotel room door. When I opened the door, my jaw dropped.
Jessica had changed. She’d been a petite, mousy woman. Yet here stood a 6 foot 4 beast with breasts that were far larger than was humanly possible. Her waist was thin, yet muscular; her rear was proportionate to those monster breasts. She had on so much makeup that a porn star would blush. And that wasn’t all - her ears were now atop her head, horse ears covered in red fur matching her red hair. A horse tail that same fiery red was above her much larger rear end.
When I confronted her on it, she simply asked what I’ve been asking myself ever since. “Are you insane?” before confirming that she’d always looked like that. “I know humans don’t like equines, but suggesting I was some boring prude hurts my feelings a bit.”
I knew something was wrong. I tried to push her for more answers, but I was hit with the most delectable scent, an irresistible smell that would drive anyone wild. My penis became painfully erect; I hid it, packed up all my belongings, and left, even more shocked to see most of the town now contained creatures just like her. Worst of all, no one noticed a thing. Even the town had changed - formerly a sleepy, suburban enclave, it was now a gated community called Mareville. It was filled with these creatures, called “Equine Herms.”
I fled. I drove until I didn’t see a single one of these equine herms. I drove to a cabin my family’s owned for many years where the closest city is a sleepy town called Clear Lakes. I’ve been painfully horny, imagining those creatures again. I’ve tried researching them, carefully avoiding any pornography, and found that the rest of the world simply accepts them as fact. The longer I stay in here, the more their influence seems to spread.
In fact, I fear they’re following me. The first few weeks, I’d drive to Clear Lakes, a good twenty miles away, for supplies. Surely a town hundreds of miles away from Mapleville wouldn’t contain these creatures, right? Wrong. The last time I went, the town was half equine, half human, and I know in my heart it’s fully equine now. I’ve taken to driving to another small town, but I fear that one’s next. Even there, they mention Clear Lakes being an equine enclave, for many years apparently.
The other issue is I’m painfully horny. Ever since I got a whiff of Stephanie, I’ve needed to masturbate several times every day - and yet, I haven’t cum once. I jerk off to the point that it feels like I’ll come, and my mind is flooded with these creatures… I feel my balls tense, and yet nothing comes out. I have dreams with them - no nocturnal emissions.
I’m terrified of what’s going to happen. I’ve contemplated simply giving myself to them, yet I’m the only one left that sees any issue - if I give up, will humanity die off? I’m not sure. For now, I’m going to continue my research and document everything I can.