Kyle Perkins was, understandably, conflicted. As his, or rather, her, post-nut clarity set in, she realized that Jen had left her with the curse. In one hand, she was a mutated freak with horse parts, who may or may not be pregnant with who knows what, her mouth was full of horse semen that had just been ejaculated from her new girlfriend’s nose and mouth, and the two of them reeked of farm animals. Despite Kyle’s choice of curse to levy against Jennifer, he had no particular predilections towards horses in a sexual way. He had simply been browsing his favorite fetish material when he got the idea. To be entirely honest, he didn’t even believe the curse was real. And now, Jennifer Smith, the hottest girl in school and his life, was now in bed with her, sleeping peacefully, probably dreaming of getting fucked by a horse. Which is absolutely something Kyle had never once considered when drooling over her during cheer practice. She was a total bitch, sure, but like, this? She has horse nuts and spit cum out of her mouth and her response was to thank him? What the actual fuck.
So the obvious answer is to just make her revert everything to normal, right? And then expose her for the weirdo lesbo freak she is! No.
Wait what do you mean n-
NO.
Why not? Why the hell not?
And then Kyle looked down on the sleeping horse girl, and it finally clicked. She loved this woman. Despite everything she’d been put through, the humiliation, the heartache, she wanted to spend the rest of her life with Jen. Kyle, the facade, had hated her. But deep down she admired her. Wanted to be like her. Be *with* her. No matter what weird shit she was into. Unconditionally. So as she looked over her weird horse udders and hooves and tail and ears and huge equine dick, and the taste and the smell and the weird feelings she felt as the horse cum settled inside her stomach, she made up her mind. She woke her new girlfriend and spoke the words one last time:
“Transform or Dare.”
A groggy Jen awoke. “What?”
“I said, Transform or Dare, dummy.” Her girlfriend smiled.
“Uhhhhhhhh.”
“Too late, you get both. For your transformation, your feet are replaced with horse hooves. Totally forgot to add that earlier, sorry! You still have perfect balance with them, of course. Oh and I mentioned strength of a draft horse but forgot to mention the speed and stamina of the fastest horses, which of course you will now have as well. And for your dare, I dare you never to use the curse again unless you are *truly unhappy*. Just in case.
As Jen’s cute little toes disappeared and melted into hooves, she was speechless. Kyle could’ve betrayed her, returned everything to normal, yet chose her instead. She started crying, hugging her girlfriend, sniffling as a bit of cum leaked from her nostril.
“Thanks, Kyle.”
“Oh, my name is Kayla, now.”
“Ooh, pretty.”
And then they kissed.
And made out for like, at least an hour
And then they fucked again.