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Sealed with a Kiss II

By Von Krieger

Tetra sat on the lip of the fountain, enjoying the simple breakfast she had purchased. It wasn't much, just an apple, bread, and some cheese, but the brisk morning air seemed to add a bit of an extra snap to the apple, and seemed to draw out the honeyed flavor of the oat bread.

It was strange; the taste seemed to almost spread through her mouth for a moment, thick and rich, a delicious honey like she had never known before. But then it was gone. She made a mental note to visit the bakery and get another small loaf to eat on the road later that day.

She sighed happily, watching the merchants come and go, setting up for the bazaar. There were already a great deal of people out and about, even though the seventh bell of the morning had just rung, they were already browsing around and buying things from the early sellers. Likely there were some good deals to be had, but likely what drove the shoppers was the prospect of getting first choice of the goods.

Tetra was quite familiar with having to pick over the bruised fruits that no one else wanted. Her father was a bit of a louse and a drunkard, and had often forgotten to purchase needed cooking supplies to run the inn. Much as her sister had left some years before, Tetra followed in Trina's footsteps, and had traveled downriver to meet her sister.

Apparently on her own Trina had done quite well, as she had hired on a cook, bartender, and serving girl so that she could branch out and purchase a new business upon the coast. Tetra hummed happily to herself and watched the merchants pass by. The barges had started to come in last night, and the crews would take the day to rest and to drink, as the law of the kingdom did not allow for drinking upon inland waterways, where a carelessly driven barge could turn sideways and bar passage for commerce.

Though Trina complained of it being a tiny little town, it sported nearly ten thousand people, and housed both the Baroness and the district magistrate. Compared to the sprawling town Tetra and Trina grew up in, and the coastal capital of Vermillion Plains where Trina was relocating to, it was tiny. But there were far, far smaller towns out there, ones that didn't even have proper sewer systems and methods of water treatment.

Even with all the wondrous knowledge gained centuries ago, some places still stubbornly clung to traditional ways, or worse, knew nothing of the comforts of running water, modern medicine, and motorized carriages. You saw them primarily in larger cities, were there were large, paved roads. As they wore out, the brick and mortar paths were being replaced by concrete. Vermillians had a sense of tradition, and as long as things still worked well, they would keep using them.

Most of the merchants had taken to using Sariis lizards to pull their wagons. The great reptiles did not need to be groomed, have their hooves shod and trimmed, and only needed feeding twice weekly, for their smooth blue-green scales were tinted by tiny plants living in their bodies, keeping the creatures fed.

They were brought to the Plains when Tetra was a youth, and had become quite popular. Though some still clung to the old ways, like the old woman in black. Tetra couldn't help but smile at the sight of her. She looked every part the folktale with, with a black robe, a tall peaked cap, and her long silver tresses. But certainly not wicked, for her ancient eyes sparkled with amusement and her faded lips were curved in a smile.

Her horse was... was... Tetra couldn't quite think of the words to describe the beast. But the.... mare? Or was it a stallion? She couldn't see too clearly, looked to be in terrific shape. Its tail and mane well groomed, the chestnut strands gleaming in the morning sun. Rather unusual coloration for a horse, with a chestnut mane and a rather pale, dappled coat. More freckled.

Tetra chuckled, the horse's coloration reminding her of her own complexion. The beast was about average size, for it looked neither large, nor small, though it looked a bit on the small side for a horse. It too seemed to be quite enjoying itself this morning, even though it seemed to strain a bit with the burden of the cart, as well as walking with a bit of an odd gait.

She took another bit of the bread and nearly spit it out in surprise at the sudden intensity of the flavor. It was better than anything Tetra had ever tasted, that honeyed flavor spreading through her mouth again.

A sudden shiver rocked her body as she felt some strange, yet pleasant, sensation was through her. It was... well... quite erotic, like Tetra imagined sexual pleasure would if it were divested from the body. It was a pure, raw sensation, a climax without the build up or the mess. It left Tetra strangely short of breath.

She closed her eyes and prepared to take another bite of the bread, but the honeyed taste and texture spread over her tongue once more, parted entirely from the act of eating. Tetra than stood, looking around for some sort of giggling pixie, or mischievous fey with a knowing grin. But she did not find one. Instead she was nearly driven to her knees as another bolt of disembodied pleasure buffeted her.

Tetra took a few shaky steps before another spectral climax made her drop her meal. There was most certainly some sort of unpleasant sorcery taking place. Likely some bored magical student toying with a beautiful woman for his teenaged amusement. She snorted and bit her tongue, allowing the pain to help her concentrate and hobbled after the witch's cart. She looked like a friendly enough sort, and Tetra knew from experience that old women loved to ruin the spirited mischief of young boys, wizards or no.

-o-

Trina panted and gasped as she pulled the witch's cart. It wasn't that the burden was great, oh no. With her large, powerful, wonderful, beautiful new body it was so easy. The cart and her mistress felt light as air behind her. It was so wonderful and so terrible. Around every corner she laid eyes upon people she knew, customers of her tavern, merchants that she had purchased things from, caravan leaders and ship captains of the shady sort who had helped her smuggle her ill-gotten rewards.

She walked right past them without being given a second glance. As the witch had promised, the spell that suffused her, making people see only what they wanted to see also worked upon the former thief. She had hooves and a tail, lacked clothing, and she pulled a cart. So obviously she was a horse. Which was true, in part; her large hooves clopped noisily upon the paving stones and her luxurious tail swished from side to side behind her as she trotted along at a brisk pace.

But what had her near breathless was the incredible pleasure she felt from being all but naked in public. Her pale skin was flushed with a deep blush that would not cease. She knew very well that the townsfolk looked upon her and saw nothing more than a horse. But given the slightest mental nudge they would realize that they had seen a busty, naked woman. It had only taken a slight altering of circumstances for Trina to realize that her mistress was not a wizened old crone, but rather an exotic beauty who would never be marred by age.

Just thinking of her mistress' beauty caused Trina to shudder with delight, another climax rocking her hyper-stimulated body. She wasn't sure how it was possible, but she'd been cumming again and again and again with almost no downtime between them. Her legs shook and wobbled each time the pleasure built to bursting within her body, only a handful of seconds between them, a minute at most.

It was the greatest physical pleasure Trina had ever felt. It was more than worth it to suffer the humiliation, made all the greater by her pleasure in it. As she walked she found her hands wandering all over her body, mostly caressing her massive breasts, but nearly as often caressing her nethers through the pair of absolutely saturated cotton panties that had somehow survived her transformation from lithe sneaky thief into massive ponygirl.

Mistress had forbidden her from penetrating herself, but that didn't mean she couldn't rub her puffy, aching, needful netherlips nor her wonderfully sensitive clit. Despite the pleasure and the satisfaction she felt from performing for her owner, Trina found herself craving more.

Her pace at started out as slow and tentative at first, absolutely mortified about what she was doing, but unable to disobey. But as soon as she knew how good it could feel she quickly grew quite enthusiastic, which shamed her all the more. Her mind was a tangle of strange conflicting thoughts and desires. She both loved and hated her mistress, her body, what had been done to her. True thoughts mixed in with the slippery demands her mistress made of her, almost indistinguishable for her real thoughts and desires.

It felt good to obey, it felt good to rebel. No matter what she did she felt sexual pleasure from the act, her body reacted to purely emotional and spiritual stimulation, but as much as Trina got it still wasn't enough. She still craved more. She felt like she would run herself to death trying to end her craving for sex.

"Woah, girl." The witch said, giving a tug on Trina's reins. It took a few steps, but the ponygirl brought herself to a stop, just before one of the city square's fountains. The sorceress hopped down from the cart and removed Trina's bridle and harness. The ponygirl moaned softly each time her mistress' fingertips brushed over her skin, her eyes filled with tears, unable to disobey, but she needed to run, to satisfy herself. But her mistress' touch helped, it helped so much.

The witch took her pet by the hand, leading her to one of the benches before the fountain and she took a seat. Trina knelt before her, head bowed, obedient as best she could be. Trina's mistress opened her robe and began to unbutton her shirt.

"As good as it feels, my pet, your time with me is meant to be a punishment, not a pleasure. Though your discomfort will be mild, you will have to make sacrifices. You will give up more pieces of who and what you are to me for your penance. Once your time is served, I will return them to you if you desire to have them back. But I doubt you will." The enchantress said with a smile.

She ran her fingers through Trina's mane, coaxing the ponygirl closer, "You look thirsty, my pet. I do believe that you need a drink."

In an instant Trina found her mouth bone dry, or had it been that way for awhile? She couldn't recall, she'd been too focused on her pleasure and ignored the other needs of her body. But it would make sense, she was sweating a great deal, after all, and the sexual juices that had been pouring out of her needed to come from somewhere.

"But..." the witch said, halting Trina's motion with her thrall's lips mere inches from her third breast, the mark of her demonic patron that granted her power.

"Remember too, that an extra breast nurses demons and monsters. You likely took my meaning to be that I am visited upon by hungry demons who draw sustenance from me. It is the other way around, my pet, the demonic nature enters those who would drink from my middle breast. Each mouthful a touch of the dark, the wicked, the sinful. Each time you drink, you will gain a further nature of the beast I've added to your soul." She whispered.

"I have a plot in mind for you, dear one, becoming a bit more than my pet and familiar. There is no escaping it, but there is a choice for you. I can draw out your change, to fill the gap in your soul fully with demonic essence poured in slowly over time, the darkness comfortable wrapping around your mind like swaddling. Or I can let it all flow in at once. It will be... messy. A steady trickle can be controlled, a fast pour may miss the target, or cause some spattering. So, little one, which is more important to you? Who you are, or what you are? Drink your fill from me and embrace the body of the beast, or drink from the fountain and risk becoming a beast in your heart. The choice is yours to make."

Trina took a few moments to think it over, and then let out a sound half equine snort and half resigned sigh as her lips found their way to her mistress' silver-blue nipple.

-o-

Tetra panted and gasped as she rounded the corner, it was hard enough to walk with her body repeatedly seizing up for a few moments to climax every few steps, but running had made it even worse. It seemed the faster she tried to go, the more often she climaxed. Likely the folk on the street merely thought she was a bit of a cripple with her odd gait. Thankfully no one seemed to notice the soft moans of pleasure that occasionally slipped from Tetra during a particularly intense climax.

She spied the cart, stopped just before a fountain, the old witch climbing down to unhitch her beast of burden to give the... Tetra still wasn't sure of the beast's gender, but the horse had its bit and bridle removed to drink from the fountain, allowing Tetra to catch up.

The sensations of climax grew weaker and more infrequent; perhaps she was leaving the range of the effect? Or perhaps slower movement meant slower build to pleasurable eruption? Tetra almost found herself wishing that it would start back up again, it had felt incredible. Quite superior to the few dalliances she'd had in her life.

Tetra stagger towards the fountain, opening her mouth to speak, but she quickly closed it as she saw something rather strange. Instead of taking the horse to the fountain, the witch seemed to have opened her robe and...

The young woman blinked, though she had silvery-gray hair, the witch didn't appear to be particularly old. Tetra's eyes and mind seemed to disagree on the matter. It must be some sort of spell or charm, having her youthful looks disguised to appear older and wiser and thus more to the expectations of the townsfolk.

It gave Tetra a bit of a headache to focus on the witch as she did, but it seemed easier to focus on the... horse? No... it wasn't quite a horse, but something else. Tetra couldn't quite make it out, but rather than thoughts of a simple animal coming to mind, Tetra found herself getting a different sort of mental image. Soft, sleek, gorgeous, curvaceous, powerful, sexy... but yet still a horse.

She slumped down onto a bench across the fountain from the witch and her strange beast of burden. Tetra could hear the faint moans of pleasure from the both of them, for the witch had opened her robes and blouse fully, with her mount... nursing on a third breast, nestled in between the normal two.

Despite the oddity, no one seemed to notice, not giving the two a second glance. Nor did they find anything out of the ordinary with Tetra. The young woman found herself unable to keep her hands off of herself; the arousal curse still in place, but without the walking around it wasn't nearly as strong. Despite her own mental protests, Tetra's body craved more sex, more pleasure. As she'd been watching the enchantress and her creature, one hand groped at a breast while the other hand slipped into her breeches, two fingers slipping into herself while her thumb caressed the swollen, aching nub of her clit.

Tetra blushed deeply as she realized what she was doing, but she lacked the will to bring herself to stop, it felt so good, and no one seemed to be reacting to her. Despite herself she met the gaze of several passerbies, who merely nodded to her with a smile and moved on. They did not stop and stare, nor did they condemn her wicked self-pleasure or express their disgust.

Mortified as she was, Tetra found that having people around, seeing her fuck herself, and yet not truly 'see' her acts made her hot and horny as hell. It felt so much better to play with herself where people could see. She found herself shamefully wanting to be seen, to display her slattern ways in front of an audience. The very thought disgusted her, and yet it was so alluring, so arousing...

She knew that it could not possibly be her own, and yet it felt so at home amidst her other thoughts and desires. Something seemed to reach deep down into her and draw out her most perverse desires and fantasies, coaxing them to the surface, doing all that it could to make them real.

Tetra found herself both wishing for her imagined lusts to become real, and praying that they be buried within her for all eternity. But with each passing second she longed more and more to experience them, her mouth filled more and more with the taste of that strange, dark, decadent taste of that honey...

-o-

"Mmm... that's enough, my pet." The sorceress said, coaxing Trina away from her breast. "I'm rather glad you chose to be changed all at once, rather than slowly. It means we will have much more fun together. I think it's been far too long since I experienced the pleasures of the flesh with something real, rather than some summoned thrall. Your body shall be altered to a form I find more pleasing."

The enchantress grinned, "As well as far better equipped to pleasure me." She said with a laugh, "Mmm... I've been so long without the gentle touch of a male. You can't get masculine demons that are willing to sexually submit to a mortal woman. And most of the shapeshifters are not much interested in providing a realistic experience, even for the rewards I've offered."

"But you, my pet? You I can bend and shape to be exactly what I need, what I desire, what I crave. Now..." the witch's eyes, silver as her hair with flecks of deep red, began to glow, turning entirely red as her voice took on the strange harmonic that meant Trina would have no choice but to obey, "Pleasure yourself and your wonderful new cock as you transform, my pet. Masturbate for my enjoyment."

Trina's eyes widened, she hadn't expected something so... strange. She'd never even imagined what it would be like to have one before, but as her mistress' words sunk into her very soul she found herself looking forward to it. She felt a gentle shame come over her, but rather than feeling guilty, it made her smile. Trina loved to perform for her mistress; there was nothing wrong about that.

She leaned back against the fountain, her legs spread. The ponygirl let out a soft moan as she slipped a three-fingered hand into her panties, slipping one of her thick digits into her puffy, aching, saturated sex. She felt so tight... she wasn't sure if it was due to her fingers being larger than the last time she had pleasured herself, or if it were some side effect of her transformation. It took only a few moments for Trina to find her answer.

As she pleasured herself, pumping her finger slowly in and out of herself she found increasing resistance, her womanhood expelling the intruding digit for some reason. Within a few moments Trina could no longer push it in, finding instead only a smooth, sensitive, slick patch of skin.

It surprised her; she had figured that her mistress would merely add the needed male aspect onto her feminine figure. For if she intended her to be male, why go to the trouble of enhancing Trina to give her the gorgeous hourglass figure she now sported? The, for the moment, sexless equine dug the fingers of her other hand into the soft flesh of one of her bountiful breasts. Gods, did she ever adore her new body. It felt so good, so sexy; it was so easy to pleasure...

Trina moaned as her fingertip brushed against the nub that was her clitoris. She took it between thumb and forefinger, rubbing and stroking it with almost exaggerated gentleness. She had no idea how it would feel, or if it would react to her caresses with strange, explosive growth, or with mind-numbing sensation that would make her unable to do anything more than pleasure her new organ.

It surprised her a little bit to find that it did neither; instead giving her a soft, low, gentle pleasure to correspond to her equally gentle touch. The sensation made the ponygirl buck her hips instinctively, and when she did she felt the little nub surge, growing larger and longer. It wasn't too much bigger, perhaps an inch in length, still at some indeterminate point between male and female. But that changed as another jolt of pleasure lanced through her, bringing with it further change.

Trina could nearly wrap her hand around it now, and it felt wonderful, just as her mistress had promised. How big would it become? And what would it look like? Would it remain human, with a touch of equine? Or would it...

She cried out once more as the magic within her seemed to latch onto a stray thought within her mind. The ponygirl began to panic she hadn't actually meant what she had thought, she had merely imagined herself with a member the size and shape of a true stallion. But it hadn't been something she actually desired.

Gods no, she didn't want to be that well endowed, a massive, monstrous bestial thing hanging between her legs. Huge, thick, black, flat at the end like a proper horse dick; it would be impossible to hide, especially when aroused. Where would it go when she wore clothes? It would be unable to be contained within pants, panties, or even a skirt. It would be forced up her top, and likely end up nestled between her breasts.

She shuddered with both delight and disgust, the very thought of having a horse cock made her new member harden and ache; now extending perhaps an inch past her palm. It didn't feel equine, though, it had a rounded, bell-shaped head, it still felt perfectly human. Trina felt herself calming a little bit, her shaft was still growing, but it was still perfectly human. She fully expected to be left with perhaps a foot long member, absolutely massive, but still somewhat normal.

Her prick was long enough to stroke now, her hand jerking up and down the length, which had created quite a tent in her panties. Trina looked down, seeing her new organ for the first time. Though it was still human, the coloration was wrong. It was rapidly darkening, becoming the deep obsidian of a horse.

She couldn't help but imagine herself with it fully grown, nearly hitting herself in the chin with it. So heavy and thick, it would feel so good to stroke. Trina looked up at her mistress for a moment, the witch slowly pleasuring herself as well, looking on at Trina, a predatory gleam in her eyes.

As Trina's length reached a foot the witch showed no signs of surprise or distress. Apparently somehow she would be able to take her pet's member within her. She had said she would shape Trina into what she wanted, and apparently a full-on horse cock was precisely what she desired.

Trina's fingers felt stiff, she wasn't used to having two of them and having them bent in the manner they were for stroking and caressing herself. It seemed like she'd been walking for hours, fondling her tits almost the entire time. The realization stunned her, had she truly become that lustful and slattern?

The thought made her cock stir, expelling a ladleful of thick, translucent, slick precum. The ponygirl gasped as she felt something else growing from her loins; the accompaniment to her cock. Within a few moments her newly grown scrotum and balls had reached the complementary size to her shaft. Her member was thicker than normal, and her balls were the size of her fists, and they were still growing along with the rest of her new manhood.

Her panties couldn't handle the strain, the saturated fabric tearing itself apart as Trina's cock surged forward as it gained several inches in length. It was big enough now for what she had imagined. She closed her eyes as she brought her member between her breasts. It was only just long enough to reach the bottom, but in a few moments it was nestled perfectly between them. The ponygirl stopped her stroking, instead pressing her plentiful breasts against her member, her hands roaming over the plentiful orbs. It was wonderful, just as everything had been since she'd become her mistress' familiar.

Despite herself Trina began wishing her cock to increase even more in size, bigger and bigger, thicker and thicker, all the more pleasurable and beautiful. It surged upward several inches, the slit at the tip splattering Trina's chin with a thick jet of pre. If she tilted her chin downward it was tauntingly out of reach of her tongue. She couldn't sandwich it perfectly between her tits and take it into her mouth at the same time.

She willed it larger, but the long black shaft didn't cooperate. Rather than growing longer, it began to grow thicker, taking on the flat, blunt equine shape of Trina's second species. She bucked her hips, trying to get it to grow the last two inches she needed to have it just the perfect size, able to tit-fuck and suck it at the same time. Oh how she wanted that experience.

Trina shuddered as she felt her cock change, the skin tightening, the base forming a thick equine sheath to house her massive girth when she wasn't erect. The less human it became, the greater the pleasure that filled Trina, as well as the mix of pride, revulsion, and shame. The human part of her felt disgusted by the animal shaft between her legs. It mourned the loss of her true gender. It felt humiliated that she was forced into this form. But it was also aroused by it, coaxed into flaming lust by the bestial, demonic part of her, the union of animal, demon, and familiar. She was her own temptress.

Mmm... bestial or not, her member still felt incredible. Trina smiled and closed her eyes, reveling in the sensation of her huge equine shaft as she tit-fucked herself closer and closer to climax. It felt so good it seemed to make the rest of her body tingle in delight. So big... so beautiful... so wonderful.

And then Trina was snapped out of her revelry. Things didn't feel quite right; her hands seemed to be almost... fumbling around upon her tits. She opened her eyes and looked down at them, her jaw dropping. Her nails had already blackened, but now they took up the first two joints of each finger, making them almost immobile.

She watched in horror as they began to fuse. She heard the bones popping softly in her wrist and in her arms, shortly followed by similar sounds from her legs and back. She was becoming even more horse-like. It wasn't fair! To be given a massive horse prick and gigantic breast, and yet being unable to caress them.

She tried to rub her member with her increasingly hoof-like hands, but she found her couldn't get them to work quite right. The hooves had no feeling, and thus it was hard for her to position them. She tried crossing her wrists and rubbing herself that way, but her tits were too big. She couldn't hold that position and keep them pressed tightly against her shaft.

Trina looked up at her mistress, tears in her eyes. She was so close to climax, she wanted to cum so very, very badly. But her body was now unable to pleasure itself to the point where she could push her pleasure over the peak.

The witch chuckled and smiled down at her, "There we are my dear, transformation nearly complete. You need to be a proper beast, after all, and horses don't walk around on two legs all the time. Most certainly you can walk like the beautiful woman you mostly are when we're at home, but when we're outside I want you to walk on all fours like the slutty little she-stallion you are."

If she'd had a voice Trina would have begged her mistress to give the ponygirl her hands back, just for a few minutes, just long enough to cum. The sorceress stood, walking over to her pet, her fingertips tracing over Trina's hooves for hands.

"There, there now," she said softly, brushing strands of hair out of Trina's face, "You might not be able to have all the fun you want, my pet. But I assure you, you will have so many other ways to enjoy yourself that it won't matter to you. After all, why would you need hands when your mistress can do this with just the simple brush of a finger?"

The enchantress slowly ran her index finger up the underside of her pet's titanic prick, and immediately Trina forgave her mistress for making the changes. She felt all her muscles tense, feeling a sensation of pressure deep within her being released, followed by an eruption of pure sexual bliss as her manhood gushed forth its seed for the very first time.

There was so much, so many massive jets, rocketing in the air, landing in the fountain, splattering on the flagstones, coating Trina herself in thick gobs of creamy equine cum. Oh it was so wonderful...

-o-

Tetra watched as the horse that wasn't quite a horse nursed from the witch. Though her mind couldn't quite pull the whole image of either the beast or its mistress she could see a few more details than the simple concepts that had been given upon first glance.

Both were absolutely stunning beauties, thinking of either made Tetra overcome with lustful fantasies. Both the witch and her horse were beautiful women, though neither looked normal. The witch was pale in coloration, her skin like porcelain, her hair metallic, silky, and silver. She was most definitely an exotic beauty, the likes of which made Tetra long to bed her, to have that smooth, flawless skin against her, those silver-blue lips against her own...

Tetra would trace her tongue over that perfect tummy, seeking out the witch's strangest feature, her third breast. From the way the sorceress had moaned softly while her pet suckled, it seemed that she greatly enjoyed the act.

And the pet... Tetra could see now that she was a mix of woman and equine; mostly woman, very little equine, just hooves instead of feet and a shaggy tail. She was incredibly well built, perhaps seven, maybe seven and a half feet in height, her hourglass figure seeming almost exaggerated with a massive bust and broad hips. Some women had all the luck, getting to be massively stacked, towering amazons.

With her comparatively broad hips and smaller waist, Tetra could easily see having a saddle placed on her back, and thus allowing a smaller woman, like the witch, or Tetra, could ride her. She could imagine what it would be like, being pressed up against the ponygirl's powerful nude body, gripping her plentiful breasts for support. She apparently got off parading that gorgeous body around public, everyone half noticing, but not finding it out of the ordinary.

Goddess, Tetra would get off on it too, if she could get away with it. Her eyes darted around the plaza, seeing people pass her by, looking at her, but then their gaze being directed elsewhere, a confused expression coming across their faces as the sorcery that enchanted witch, pet, and baffled Tetra alike made them not realize what they saw.

Tetra let out a loud, lusty moan as she continued to fuck herself. She couldn't help it, it was by far the best sensation she'd experienced in her life, and she wasn't afraid to let the world know it. She couldn't help it; she had to moan like a whore in heat, it was just something her body demanded of her. A pressure rose in her throat, and she just HAD to give voice to her building pleasures, less they remain nestled within her and grow more and more tightly packed, until they exploded.

And then Tetra truly felt as if she would explode as the horse girl and the witch parted, the white-haired sorceress seemingly had enough with her pet nursing upon her. She said some words in a strange voice. Tetra couldn't make out the words, but they made her loins quiver and ache, as if glass made to vibrate by a great sound.

She craved something, she didn't know what. There was something that she had to do, but her body and mind lacked the means to complete the task. She was a naughty girl, such a wicked, terrible thing for disobeying. It made the twin fires of her pleasure and her need become competing infernos within her. Even as her pleasure soared to new heights, she craved... no, she NEEDED more. She needed to reach higher and higher peaks of pleasure, plateauing only for a few moments before climbing upward once again.

Had she climaxed? Tetra didn't know, her sex was a sopping mess. Her hand was coated with her own juices, pre and post climactic alike. She was absolutely saturated below the waist, creating quite the pool of stickiness upon the bench and beneath it. She needed to do something, and each moment she failed to achieve it, it made her that much more lustful, more slattern, hungrier and hungrier to fuck, to feed her needful sex.

"Oh goddess..." she whimpered, "I... I need a cock!" she pleaded. Man or beast, it mattered not to sure. All that she required was something nice and thick to cram into her burning pussy. It didn't matter what sort of creature it was attached to, merely that it was the proper shape and would reward her with hot, thick seed.

There were several men that passed by, several leading pack animals that would easily provide a suitable portion of masculine meat, but Tetra couldn't stop herself. She needed pleasure, and to cease her self-caresses for the merest moment would bring ruin upon her. She couldn't pull her fingers from herself, and the sweet physical bliss that rolled over her was enough to make her legs totally worthless.

She needed more pleasure, and she had no idea how to achieve it. She let out an almost feral growl of lustful rage, gripping her shirt. With a snarl she tore it open, sending buttons clattering over paving stones and splashing into the fountain. The crisp morning air felt delightful upon her bared skin. It was such a relief, her clothes felt too tight all of a sudden, they needed to be removed.

Tetra tore her clothes free from her frame with a surprising new strength that filled her, perhaps a demonic strength from the equally demonic lust that filled her? She turned, pressing her breasts against the cold, cum-slicked stone of the bench, it felt so good. She felt like a pig wallowing in mud, but instead of dirty and grime what squelched beneath her and clung to her skin was the result of her own sexual bliss.

She was a dirty, horny, slutty girl and she loved every moment of it, but still the unknown order clawed at her, heaping logs of lust onto the fires of her need. She needed a cock so badly, and it no longer mattered where. She licked lips that suddenly felt more sensitive and a bit fuller, like the ideal example of feminine beauty. She couldn't stand it any more, she was a needful slut, and no one was helping themselves to her eager form.

With the sensations of her nipples across rough, cum-slickened stone, her fingers were free, and Tetra suckled hungrily upon the middle two, imagining them to be the manhood of some wild beast, drawn by her needful scent. Oh goddess yes, that was what she needed, hot, thick animal cock.

Similar moans of pleasure drew Tetra's attention back to the horse-girl and her mistress. Her eyes grew wide as she watched the girl caress a rapidly growing cock. She felt a deep blush spread through her body, a jealous anger filling her. It wasn't fair! Not only did the horse-girl get to have that perfect, curvaceous, muscular, powerful, sexy body, she also got to have a cock of her own!

Tetra had been dreaming about that for years! She'd even looked into transformative spells and potions to grant her one, discreetly of course. She hadn't told anyone, and truth be told she was rather shamed of her deepest fantasy. Tetra had always had an attraction to her own body, and she often dreamed about looking herself over in the mirror as she stroked her imagined manhood. The past few days she had been woken by climaxes in the middle of the night as it filled her dreams.

The one thing she wanted more than anything was being given to a girl not thirty feet away. She watched in fascination as it grew and grew, becoming darker, changing shape to take on the equine aspect of the altered girl. Such a wonderful, perfect cock.

Tetra yearned to have the massive shaft stuffed inside her. How wondrous it would feel... two fingers were no longer enough. She clenched her hand into a fist, wincing, expecting pain as she pushed it into herself. But rather than pain, she instead felt a reward of sweet pleasure. She was a good girl for wanting a thick horsecock of her very own.

The overwhelming need lifted in part from her, and Tetra could pull her fingers from her mouth, drawing in a deep gasp of air into her lungs. Was she forgetting to breathe? It sure felt like it, but it also felt so... easy. Deep breaths poured in and out of Tetra with no effort at all, despite the heavy weight of the breasts upon her chest.

She looked at them quizzically, they hadn't been quite that big when she'd lain down upon the bench. She cupped one with her saliva-dripping hand, and found that they were also far more sensitive than they had been moments before. She was being rewarded for being a horse-cock hungry little slut by being given things that she lusted after.

Mmm... so good...

Tetra tilted her head back, tongue lolling as she tentatively pushed a fingertip into an oddly pliable nipple. Oh goddess! It was just like being fucked! She couldn't help but add a second finger to the first, and within moments she was nipple-fucking herself. It shouldn't be possible but it... it was the greatest sensation Tetra had ever felt.

A half-equine half-human cry of pleasure echoed throughout the plaza, momentarily drawing Tetra's focus away from her own body once more, but only for a moment. Something heavy, thick, and wet impacted upon her, sweet, rich, tasting of that delicious honey she'd felt spreading through her mouth from some strange phantom sensation.

There was an awful lot of it, and it clouded her vision, but as she gulped down a mouthful, Tetra's entire body seemed to light up in bliss. It seemed like every fiber of her being had become a part of her sex, and joined in the explosive sensation as she finally came.

Her cry joined that of the equine as she came. It felt as if somehow had placed a grand waterfall in her, and now it sought to surge outward through the only opening it could find: her sex.

She was lost in pleasure, only coming back to herself a minute or two later, her vision cleared, the last drops of thick horse-seed being licked from her fingers. Its weight felt comfortable in her belly, but it seemed to be oozing slowly downward. Tetra paid it no attention, merely basking in the afterglow of her stunning climax.

She felt good, better than good, she felt perfect. She felt fucking gorgeous, literally. Every inch of her seemed primed to either draw in attention, or to be caressed or filled with a sweet, wonderful cock.

Tetra watched the new she-stallion, admiring her form. The horse-girl had grown even larger, closer to horse-sized than human, her equine member almost ludicrously oversized. She looked down in fascination at what had once been hands, now sleek, shiny hooves. Her silver-furred ears twitched, also long and equine. She looked to the witch with a mix of fear, confusion, anger, and lust. It was obvious she was puzzled by the changes to her already somewhat bestial body. She hated becoming even more animalistic, even as it excited her.

The witch stood, whispering seductive words into one equine ear, making the girl's still human skin break out into a blush. She seemed to be offering the girl something, something unexpected that made her eyes go wide, and her blush deepen. The girl lowered her head for a moment, and then nodded, earning her a laugh and a few pats from her loving mistress.

The witch sighed happily and turned and bent down over the side of the bench, her legs spread. Oh she wasn't, there was no way she was going to have the she-stallion...

Tetra felt arousal spike in her loins once again as she watched the girl's massive equine member slowly slide into her mistress' depths. The witch letting out intense moans of delight. There were tears in her silver-red eyes, it had been a long time since she'd had a cock inside her, let alone one so large. Tetra stared in fascination, wondering how the witch could take it.

The horse-girl's prick looked large enough to impale the witch upon, and Tetra found herself half expecting it to emerge from between the sorceress' perfect blue-silver lips. But it didn't, it didn't even make her midsection bulge in the slightest, even as the she-stallion hilted her shaft within the enchantress.

She was a beautiful mix of woman and horse, able to stand with equal comfort upon four legs and two. But she craved the contact of her mistress' skin against her own, bending down over the witch, placing her fore-hooves upon the bench, taking the sorceress like the male beast that she was, in part.

Tetra smiled, watching the two make love. For the first time the sorceress no longer looked cold, her control over her emotions slipping. Rather than the chilly ice her coloration suggested, Tetra knew she her icy exterior was quickly melting before the heat of her desire.

The amazon let out a blissful sigh as her hand found its way to her loins once again. This time it wasn't out of any sort of supernatural need, or demonically building lust. She merely wanted to join in on the act before her. Though she was sure the two wouldn't appreciate an interruption, she could have her own fun at the same time they did.

Her netherlips felt oddly puffy, and her clit seemed to have grown along with the rest of her. Both areas were wonderfully sensitive and Tetra began to gently stroke them with her fingertips, a shiver going up her spine. Her enhanced body seemed capable of responding to rough, hard, passionate sex and gentle, tender, loving caress in equal amounts. Tetra's altered form seemed tailor-made for any sort of carnal encounter one might desire, and she loved it.

After a few caresses Tetra realized that her body was continuing to change. She grinned as she knew what was happening, and it made her positively giddy. She had longed for this for so long, keeping it bottled up inside, somewhat ashamed of her desires, but no longer. She fully embraced her sexuality now, reveled in it, delighted in deviance.

It was so relaxing, so freeing, so much nicer than keeping all her lusts and desires bottled up. It was like Tetra could let her true self out for the first time, freed of her fear and shame. She began to stroke herself faster, the increased pace seeming to make her alterations accelerate. Her netherlips continued to puff outward in the front, the skin growing and shifting around her swelling clit. The nub itself was beginning to elongate. This must've been how the horse-girl had felt a few minutes earlier.

It was strange, the way Tetra was developing, her body filling out, growing, expanding, sexualizing, and now altering every so slightly in gender, just as the witch's pet had, but without the equine aspects. Perhaps the witch had cast a spell upon a girl from the market, transforming her into her equine fucktoy, and some of the spell had impacted Tetra by mistake? Perhaps she had cast it in the spot where Tetra had eaten lunch, but sometime the previous night?

They did share some similarities after all, their hair and skintone was very similar, though Tetra still had trouble focusing upon the pet's face. Perhaps the witch had set some sort of trigger conditions for the spell, perhaps that would explain why she got the sexy changes, but not the horsy ones. Mmm... not that she'd mind them; having hooves and a nice, sexy tail. Her pleasure spiked at those thoughts, the spells altering her seeming to reward Tetra for her imagination.

Mmm... and what would it be like to have a nice thick, horse cock of her own? Tetra could almost imagine it, certainly not as big as the monstrous shaft the horse girl had, but still larger than would be appropriate on a girl of her size.

She giggled, as if cocks were normal on girls, let alone girls of her now Amazonian height. Her shaft was now big enough to wrap her hand around, and it felt wonderful. The weight between her legs felt so familiar, as if it had always been a part of her, but only just now had been given true physical form. It was fully formed now, and Tetra explored it with her other hand.

To her surprise it wasn't quite human; at the base of her shaft was a bestial sheath rather than the smooth skin she expected. Her member also felt rather odd, the oddity growing more pronounced as her member increased in size. Four inches, five, six, there was most certainly an oddity with the way it felt, a formally subtle swelling becoming more prominent with each passing inch. The cock that grew between her legs wasn't entirely human, the swelling in the middle, a medial ring like a horse, proved that. As it grew longer the proportions were also changing, making it longer than a human member of the same thickness, more like that of a horse.

The head wasn't as round as a human shaft was, but a bit flatter, but it was still larger than the broad but narrow flare of a horse. Much to her disappointment Tetra found her shaft's growth ceasing well before she was satisfied, a paltry 12 inches. Nearly impossible for a human male, but nowhere near the potential that could be achieved for a slattern whore-horse. But Tetra had to admit, her new member felt absolutely delicious. So good to rub, so good to stroke. She longed to have somewhere to stick it, not mattering what, just so long as it was warm, wet, and tight.

A pair of loud cries echoed through the fountain square, a wave of almost physical lust and sexual pleasure surging through it. Halfway to her first masculine climax, Tetra found herself pulled right along into orgasm, and she could sense the reactions from passersby, soft gasps as pants suddenly grew tented, and underthings grew suddenly moist.

As Tetra spilled her seed, she watched the pet stallion-girl and her mistress in the blissful throes of climax. She could see the witch's belly slowly expanding from the sheer amount of hot cum that filled it. Not only did her belly appear to be growing with each jet, but her breasts as well, the central one especially.

Though the witch's strange addition didn't quite reach the size of the other two, it was a bit more in line with their size, rather than half. Mmm... it made her look sexier. She had gone a long time without the sexual energies that granted her additional power, and it looked like having a pet greatly improved that.

The she-stallion slowly withdrew from her mistress, but not a drop of her masculine essence leaked free. She dropped to her knees beside the bench, panting in blissful exhaustion from the overwhelming sensation of climax. Lust still gleamed in her eyes, and if she was anything like Tetra, she'd be more than eager to take a cock between her lips.

Tetra smiled and stood, her hooves clopping on the paving stones. How strange that she hadn't noticed the change. Her grin only grew wider as she approached the pair. The she-stallion looked at her with traces of confusion, but her mistress understood in an instant.

The more human of the two she-stallions bowed, "You have a fine animal here, my mistress." She said to the witch, "I'm sure she will serve you well, as will I."

Tetra kneeled down, her lips seeking out the horse-girl's own. She seemed stunned from a moment, struggling for another, but Tetra was insistent and her affection could not be denied. She ran her fingers through the thrall's mane, delighting in its lush softness, craving such a state for her own.

Tetra drew in a breath, feeling a cold mist seeming to seep from the other, slithering deep down within her spirit, seeking something but finding no room. She gave of herself to the mist, allowing it to take what it needed in order to place its gift within her. With a soft sigh she sent it back, tendrils of azure smoke curling upward from both their mouths as she broke the kiss.

"Mmm... I've always wanted to do that, big sister," Tetra purred. "Well, not quite. I've always loved my body, and as my twin you had very much the same. I've always dreamed what it would be like to kiss your lips, to run my hands over a mirror image of myself. I even told you once, when we were both deep in our cups during that new year celebration."

Trina looked up at her identical twin, no longer quite identical, their linked souls once more in balance. She could feel her lust rising, but she made no move to fight it, making love with her twin felt like such a wonderful, natural thing to do. The feelings of trepidation and dread she had felt were dulled. The spell that altered her mind, body, and soul had been confused as it found that the soul it sought to corrupt was joined tightly to another. It saw no point in carrying all of its burdens of enchantment all the way to one, and then back to the other. It gave them equal measures of lust, for it that was such a light and wondrous thing to carry, but shame was a terrible burden to carry. So it had given the first soul all it has of that, and then traveled the thin road to the other, granting wonder, adoration, and acceptance. When the two lustful souls met, they could divide the burdens between them on their own.

Tetra sat down upon the bench, stroking her sister's equine ears with merging fingers, giggling as a ticklish sensation accompanied the growth of her tail. "I remember something else you said on that night, chuckling over my strange fantasy, asking if I had any other. You seemed amused when I told you, and perhaps you made your promise in jest, but I am going to hold you to it."

The new ponygirl gripped the she-stallion's ears, coaxing her head down, down, down between her legs, "You said if I ever got one, dear sister, you'd suck my dick," Tetra giggled. "And now here it is, I can feel it swelling and growing, so eager to become like yours. But I have the feeling that you're not going to mind as much now as you would yesterday morning."

Trina and Tetra both moaned with delight as Tetra's swelling cock slide between her sister's lips, welcomed by a thick, eager equine tongue. She sighed with bliss, having been given the darkest fantasies that she had ever desired.

-o-

The sorceress smiled as she watched her two pets play. She had long since known, of course, about Trina's twin. But she could not be sure of what effects the spell would have upon Tetra. Long ago mind, body, and soul of both sisters had been joined within the womb, and even with mind and body parted, the link of the souls still remained.

But she had not been expecting such a strong and powerful link. She was not, however, going to look a gift horse-girl in the mouth. A second familiar was almost completely unheard of, nearly impossible to bring about. But with Trina and Tetra to both fuel her powers, the sorceress could bring about her plans with much greater speed.

Not to mention the sex that would undoubtedly happen sometime in the near future. She was blessed by dark fertility magics, after all, she could take the grandest of dragons within her if she desired, and the dragon was offering. Certainly she'd slosh like a full water skin with every step she took for weeks afterwards, but she could take it.

She licked her lips as she watched her pets play, fantasizing about what it be like to have both their shafts, once Tetra's was fully grown to match her big sister's, of course, inside of her. It would be absolute heaven, or hell as it was in her case. Pleasures and punishments in the afterlife worked quite differently when one had connections on the other side.

The witch sat back, rubbing her swollen, cum-filled belly. A few more loads like that and she was assured that her plan would come to fruition. Her other hand found its way to her third breast, always more sensitive than the other two. It nursed demons, after all, in more ways than one.

Mmm... delicious, decadent, wicked twincest...