A Change of Perspective
Request from Xero: A fun body changing curse with a Shark
A Change of Perspective
Request from Xero: A fun body changing curse with a Shark
With a growl, Diego wiped his face. Yet, he could still feel the sweat clinging to his scales, feeling it drip all over his entire body. Whether it was his broad shoulders, his defined pecs, his chiseled abdominal muscles, or his coiled thighs. It was everywhere, a sign that he was… Sick. Completing his exhaustion.
“What a match! I’m a beast!” roared Ed, the team’s rising star. Well, recent star.
The bay Horse certainly didn’t miss a chance to flex, grin, and show off. Certainly, now that he’d climbed the ladder.
It wasn’t for his particular skills or sudden progress, a growth spurt of anything. No…
“What a shame you can’t do as well as I, Diego,” laughed the Bay Horse, patting the Shark’s shoulder.
The locker room fell silent.
Everyone watched the coming altercation as Diego wiped his brow again. Certainly, the Shark had been acting differently. Or more like, he’d been quite tired lately. His body was stiff, his course uneven. And whereas he’d been almost ready to go for the nationals, he was now at the bottom of the list, always.
Still, the Shark forced a smile on his face as he grabbed another pair of briefs from his locker, leaning back and giving Ed that toothy grin.
“Yeah. That’s a shame, I can’t do as well as you in every class,” replied the Shark, sneakily pointing out the Horse’s terrible scores in every class but athletics. Almost the reason he got thrown out.
“Oh yeah? You got a problem?” asked Ed, leaning forward and smacking the nearby locker with his hand.
As he leaned, as he pressed himself onward, his towering presence was all the more obvious. He was the tallest of all the students, definitely the most muscular. Like many, he’d received requests for a professional team. He was…
A monster of muscles, tensing and coiling under his short, variegated fur. Muscles that were even tensing now as he flexed his arms, the sweat sticking to his fur and making it… Smell. A lot. A smell Diego breathed as he was cornered.
A glance left, despite the arm blocking his view, and the Shark noticed how the other members of the team were leaving, coughing. They were afraid of the crossfire.
“Nobody will come to help you, Shark boi,” huffed the Horse.
“Yeah. I get that. And I get you’ve got a problem. What’s it?” grumbled Diego.
“I’m the best, now. And you’ve got to say it. I don’t care about your past scores. Now, I’ve beaten you fair and square. Admit it.”
“You’re the one bringing my previous scores,” scoffed the Shark, pushing Ed away. Just for a moment, but enough to grab his towel and turn away. “But I don’t care, loser.”
“Not so fast-“
Riiip!
The sound of fabric being ripped resonated through the locker room, leaving the two stunned. For the Shark… And the Horse.
The first because someone had dared to grab him by his briefs. And the other for what was underneath that brief, stamped above the Shark’s ass. A heart tramp stamp.
“Fuck… What’s that?!” shouted Ed before being dragged by Diego into the showers.
“Shut up!”
A yank, a pull. Soon, the silence returned to the locker room with no one waiting for the two. Even the Coach was gone, leaving the Shark and the Horse together in the showers, the water running to cover the conversation.
“So… You ditched that girl, and you got… That mark?”
“Yeah,” huffed the Shark, his hands on his sides and trying not to show how bothered he was, naked with his two junks angling between his legs. “I’ve been cursed. She must have a witch in her family, but no one can remove it.”
Ed smirked, his own brief tight as he leaned and poked that brand.
“And it does something special? Besides making you so weak I can best you?”
“Can it!” shouted Diego, smacking that hand. “It’s just a dumb curse. Something about experiencing how it is to be abused by… You know what, leave.”
“No.”
“No?”
Diego’s brows lifted as he had the Horse’s hands grab his arms and dig into them. His powerful fingers dug into the scales, bruising the flesh underneath while pushing Diego back. Back until he was against the wall, unable to step away. Even his balance was wrong as the bay Horse leaned forward enough.
His musky scent was strong. But stronger was his warm breath against the Shark’s neck, making Diego wince and… Sigh.
“Remember when you called me a faggot, bitch?”
“You’re a faggot. You fuck m-“
Diego’s insult died in his mouth, silenced by the Horse’s wide tongue forcing within.
For a second, for a moment, Diego’s eyes widened. Then, his eyelids half-closed as he relaxed. As he became putty under the Horse’s touch, unable to resist as those fingers stroked his soft scales and his lean shoulders. A kiss. Yet, Diego did not resist, his body burning.
“Who’s a fag now?” asked Ed, pointing down.
Diego’s eyes followed, and his vision was certainly… Focused on his twin erections, seven inches each, that were pressed on either side of Ed’s bulging underwear. Ed, whose cock was… Well, a tad bigger than Diego’s but not by much.
“Fuck… Er,” mumbled Diego, though when Ed came for another forceful kiss, the Shark didn’t resist. His mouth welcomed that tongue, that taste of coffee and whey that permeated the horse’s breath. And then… His hand ran along Ed’s arm.
“You’re a fag. Perhaps that’s why Jenny cursed you.”
“Fuck… off,” grumbled the Shark.
Yet, he didn’t kick or cry when the Horse’s hands went on his pecs, feeling the fat on them. On his soft belly. And then… on his sides. On his waist. Waist, he lifted, pushing the Shark further against the wall while grinning.
“You’re so light… I could stuff you right now,” chuckled Ed.
Certainly, he could, if not for his underwear that was rubbing against Diego’s posterior, against his buttcheeks. The fabric was tight, extremely tight, fighting against that flared cock and those low-hanging nuts. But as he prodded and pushed, Diego’s mouth contorted… And his asshole started to feel fuzzy.
“Come now. Help me. Use your toes,” said Ed, tilting his head and pointing his muzzle down.
“You’re so careless,” huffed Diego.
The Horse didn’t care to remove his underwear and… In that situation; it was up to Diego to remove it. He felt it: the need; the desire. With his clawed toes, the Shark hooked the underwear before he yanked it down. Once before it slipped. Then twice, making sure the brief slipped, dropped… And unleashed that monster of a cock.
A monster that was back between Diego’s five inches, sandwiched between the smaller cocks, while that throbbing mast played with the Shark’s nuts.
“It’s… Fuck. How can anyone take it inside?” grumbled Diego.
“With lots of training and patience,” said Ed, his cock slipping underneath the testicles, lifting them… Before that, the flare was right between Diego’s buttcheeks after those legs were spread. Those meaty buns, fat and heavy, were definitely something.
With the marks creeping all over them, like purple vines, it certainly made his ass enticing to the Horse as his flare pressed in between.
Pressed, spread, and had that musky and greasy tip rubbing against that virgin entrance.
“Can it… It can’t enter. I’m straight.”
“Says the spaghetti until it gets wet,” chuckled the Horse, his cock rubbing and smearing precum all over the entrance.
At that point, it was fair to compare that cock to a brush that was constantly oozing that sticky and musky precum. Precum that was then smeared onto the wrinkled entrance. Entrance that was definitely starting to itch, to ache, to burn for the Shark.
Shark, whose erections were dripping on the Horse’s belly, delivering their own brand of precum. The bay fur was definitely matted on that belly, but those four inches were generous.
“Why are you speaking about… Spaghetti?”
“It sounded funnier in my head,” chortled the Horse before he had his cock… Press.
Squeeze. Present itself at the entrance.
Ed huffed and blew on the Shark’s face with his dilated nostrils.
But Diego was crying, his tail flailing and smacking against the tiled wall and the Horse’s legs before it coiled around the right leg.
His arms, idle before, reached for the Horse’s shoulders and gripped them, steadying himself as he could sense it… That prodding touch, that invasion, that penetration that was forcing itself on his posterior… On his private entrance.
“Fu-FUCK!” cried the Shark.
That cock was definitely pushing inside.
Clenching his entrance only worsened the penetration, exacerbated the sensations.
It was a losing battle, something between fighting a force of nature. And soon, Ed was humping. His hips moved in that silly motion, his mane flying while his cock was rubbing against the entrance, pressing onto those fat buns until…
“HIJO DE PUTA!” cried Diego, his eyes bulging as he could sense it… His asshole was penetrated. No. His cunt. A swollen, donut-shaped cunt that was penetrated and sucking on that fat, flared cock.
Sure enough, Diego grimaced and snarled, one eye closed.
But his cocks were still dripping on his testicles, while the Horse grinned from ear to ear, and went for a love bite on the Shark’s neck.
“Not so… Virgin now?” asked Ed, his voice sultry and almost suave.
“Shut up, you moron,” grumbled Diego.
His hands dug into the shoulders, drawing blood.
But it didn’t stop the Horse from biting his neck, digging into the soft scales and bruising them while his flared cock delved deeper. It delved so deeply that the Shark felt as if he were discovering new places in his pudgy, petite body. Then… His legs, spread and idle, closed on the Horse.
They hooked around Ed’s waist, keeping him steady while the Horse had his fingers descending, going from the waist to those buns they dug into, feeling that fat inside. The same fat covering those perky moobs, those thin arms… And those delicious thighs.
“I won’t. Because I’m gonna fuck the best bitch in toy,” groaned Ed.
“I’m… No bitch,” mumbled Diego, looking away despite his face burning.
But his heart was beating faster. Or perhaps it was from feeling that flare so deeply inside, its heartbeat echoing his? Despite the pudge, Diego’s belly bulged from that flare.
I bulged more when that Horse’s cock dug deeper, stretching him, stretching his asshole. It pushed it to the limit, making the Shark gasp.
And cry as he strangled a moan, forcing himself to stay silent.
“That was a bitch moaning,” said Ed, huffing by Diego’s earhole before licking the edge.
“You-hnfh!”
This time, Diego moaned.
His asshole was burning and itching badly. Beyond that, that equine cock was definitely something, as it made him feel fuzzy. A place, a spot, the Shark wasn’t used to feeling.
The deeper the Horse cock pushed within, the more Diego’s lips curled, and the more his tiny dicklets dripped all over his testicles. The harder it was not to resist and give in to the orgasm that was rearing its ugly head.
“My favorite bitch is all wet,” huffed the Horse, his ears flapping.
“I… hate you.”
“But you love when your cocklets are wet,” said Ed, digging deeper into that fat ass. “That’s why you went to the locker room after I trained.”
“Wait… No- I”
“You?”
Diego blinked.
His mind raced as he tried to find out why he was here. He looked around, at those familiar showers. And then… As he opened his mouth to ask a question, something.
It died… It died as his world exploded, as his weak cumshots landed on his nuts and his cunt clenched tightly around his boyfriend’s enormous cock. His tail coiled further, and his moans filled the showers before his eyes rolled… And finally met with Ed’s.
“Hmph… Good faggasm… Now. It’s my turn to breed my bitch,” said the Horse, his breathing ragged as something warm… And hot was pumped inside Diego’s cunt.
Surely… His ruined cunt would be dripping cum for days. But nothing different for the small, diminutive Shark, the purple horseshoe above his tail showing he belonged to no one else.