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My hands slump against the fence, taking a few breaths as I watch Eric work on Mr Johnson’s farm. He’s the new farm hand on my neighbours property, having been hired a week or two ago. Taking a few moments to enjoy the sight, I can’t help but focus on his backside as he bends over. Fuck... he always goes for a skinnier set of jeans. I doubt he does it on purpose, but... does he want people to take notice?

Shaking my head, trying to keep my more... bestial thoughts at bay. Despite the months of this curse, I still feel it inside me, the stallion side of me. Even in the day, without a full moon anytime soon, it still wants out, but the brightness of day keeps it under my skin. The stallion wants nothing more than to breed with another, to spread the curse, to empty his unending desire into some willing mare. And... I just want to give up and let it impulse me into who knows what.

“Fuck...” I whisper, knowing this would happen. Every time I even think about being with someone, anyone, the horse makes his presence inside me known, and I begin to doubt myself. About my desires primarily.

“Tim!”

I’m shaken out of my inner thoughts by Eric, walking up to me quickly. Luckily, I’m at least quick enough to respond somewhat naturally. “Oh, H-hey Eric.”

“You looked a little lost, so I thought you might want some company.” He says, smiling at me softly as he jumps the fence elegantly.

“Thanks,” I try not to let my smile out, only half succeeding. “So, uh... I’ve noticed you working on Mr Johnson’s farm a lot recently, have he increased your hours?”

“Nah, I just really like working on the farm. Gets me out of the house, keeps me busy, you know?”

“I get that.”

“Working with the animals is a big plus, too.” Eric says, smiling again, as if thinking of something.

“Oh? Any in particular? Or are you just an animal person?”

“I bit of both, if I’m honest. Admittedly, I do have a sweet spot for horses. It’s a small reason as to why I took the job”

“Horses, hmm? You know, I have a few horses in the stable, if you wanna take some personal time with them?”

“Really?” Eric asks excitedly, stepping forward, taking a moment before returning back. “Only if you’re sure, I don’t want to assume.”

“It’s fine, don’t worry, I don’t mind. The horses would probably love to get the attention.” I say with a chuckle, starting to walk towards the stable.

Eric follows me, an excited skip in his step. “Got some glamour ponies, huh?”

“Well... something like that.”

We get to the wooden structure and head inside, the scent of horses and hey hitting the both of us in full force. Heading down the stalls, we soon get to Chestnut’s one, opening it before entering. Chestnut, as always, is nearby her food, having seemingly eaten recently. Small pieces of hay stick to her lower lip and chin. I walk over and clean her muzzle, smiling up at her hazel eyes as I let out a greeting.

Eric moves to her side and gives her a few soothing words seemingly taking in the sight of her frame. While he’s distracted, I gulp a little, the thoughts of a few months ago running through my mind. Being on top of her, penetrating her, breeding her. I’m surprised she hadn’t gotten pregnant from that encounter. Trying my best to get my mind back under control, I do let the mask slip a little and give her lips a kiss. It’s briefer than I’d care for, and yet tender. Her tongue comes out a little as we do so, and I risk letting it into my mouth, deepening the kiss somewhat.

Outside of my monthly curse night, I tend to steer clear of any intimate acts with my horses. Being in my right mind and all, but... I can’t help it sometimes. I mean, they know I’m the ‘mysterious’ horse that occasionally visits them. And they do seem to get agitated, when one night I’m a stallion fucking their brains out, and the next morning there’s not even a morning nuzzle.

Ending the kiss, I give Eric a quick look, finding him still distracted. I put my head against her neck, feeling as if my heart aches for more. I do have love for my horses, as all owners should. But having the stallion inside me, it’s twisted the love into something more, and sometimes... one night a month doesn’t quite cut it. Shaking my head, I look back over to Eric, who’s gotten a little closer to my end of Chestnut.

“She’s really beautiful, isn’t she?” I ask him, giving him a small smile.

“Yeah, definitely. How did you come to own her?” Eric asks back, responding to my smile with one of his own.

“One of the farmers here, he was getting too old to run his farm properly, so he sold me a few of his horses. Chestnut was one of them, she’s been living with me for the last few years.”

“It seems she’s been taken quite good care of, outside of the soreness.”

“Soreness?” My head perks up quickly, hopefully he doesn’t take it as a wrong signal.

“Yeah, you didn’t notice? On her flank and rear, it seems maybe one of your stallions was a bit too rough with her.”

Fuck! Fuckity fuck-fuck! The fucking full moon! Shit! It was the night before last. I must have... shit. It was one of the black-out full moons, I didn’t check up on any of my horses afterwards. I thought I may have gotten loose and found some poor sod in the wild. I gulp loudly as I try not to let the worry show on my face. This is the last thing I want Eric knowing about.

“Huh, m-must have happened yesterday or something. I’ll make sure to keep her separate for the next few days and sooth the affected if needs be.”

“It doesn’t look too bad, so you might just wanna keep an eye on it.”

“R-right...”

Eric gives me a quizzical look, before letting out a soft chuckle and turning his attention back to Chestnut. Hoping he doesn’t put too much thought into it, I continue to give my horse attention. With a small shift, Eric moves towards me, putting a hand on my side. Instinctively I tense up, looking back at him, finding his eyes on me.

“You really care about your horses, don’t you?” He asks, grinning a little.

Fuck... how the fuck is he so cute? “Y-yeah, I do... but you’ve only seen Chestnut...?”

“I only need to see her, if one horse gets mistreated, almost all of them do. Can’t really find anything to suggest you’re a monster.”

“Nope, not me...” I reply, barely able to keep my eyes on him. Without hesitation, he kisses me on the lips, making me freeze. It lasts only a few seconds before he pulls away, but it feels so perfect.

“You’re cute when you’re shy, but keep this up, and who knows? You may get a ‘treat’.” He says, his hand moving down my side, groping my ass for a moment, before pulling away. “But until then, keep in touch alright? I don’t want you going ghost on me.”

“O-of course, I wouldn’t dare...” I manage to say back.

Eric winks at me as he turns towards the stall entrance. “Good boy.”

“How did you know, about me I mean?”

“You’re not half as slick as you think you are.” Eric almost purrs as he walks to the entrance. “Now, I best be getting back. Mr Johnson will be wondering where I’ve gotten to.”

“When are you free?”

“I’ll let you know, this’ll give you reason to keep talking with me.”

He leaves with a small chuckle, leaving me to my thoughts.

“Like I’d needed more reason to.”

The rest of the month slowly passes by, only made quick by the occasional visit by Eric. I don’t tend to visit him. If I’m honest, I’ve been steering clear of Mr Johnson, even more than before. Eric can tell something is wrong between the two of us, but doesn’t push too deep on the subject. But as with all things, the end of the month comes way too soon. Without much other option, I hold myself up in my house, hoping I don’t crash through the wall to get to the stable. That is, until... a series of knocking comes from the front door.

“Don’t answer the knocking door...” I whisper to myself, getting to my feet from the couch.

The knocking comes again, and despite my better judgement, I start walking towards my front door. A voice comes from the other side.

“Tim? Tim! It’s Eric! Please help! I... I think Mr Johnson’s done something to me!”

I try and keep myself calm as I hear him at the door. Fuck... why did it have to be tonight? Heading slowly to the door, I unlock it and open it, Eric almost falling over himself as he enters my house. Slumping up against the wall opposite to my front door, I close it behind myself, looking at the man as beads of sweat fall down his forehead. My heart pounds in my chest as silence falls over the both of us, I look into his eyes and... and... fuck. Getting closer to him, I open his left eye as far as it can go. It’s larger than his right, and is a dark brown colour, almost void black.

“No... no. Not you...” I can’t help but say, pulling away from him.

“Wha-? What do you mean ‘not me’? What do you know?” Eric asks, getting angry at me.

“Mr Johnson, h-he has done something to you. D-did he feed you something tonight? Like noodles, soup or something? Something that has water as a base ingredient?”

“Yes, did... did he spike me with something?”

I nod, gulping down my apprehension. “I think he may have... jerked off into the food.”

“He what?! How... how can you be sure?”

“B-because of your eye, it’s changed.”

“Changed? What the fuck do you mean changed?! I don’t fucking know what’s going on!” Eric turns beat red as he comes closer to me.

“You... wouldn’t believe me...”

“You’ll tell me what’s going now, or I swear I’ll tear you apart!” Eric shouts as he grabs onto my collar, his other eye turns the same shade of brown, growing in its socket.

‘This is not him, it’s the horse side that’s coming out in him.’ I think to myself, shrinking against the man’s grip. “W-we’re cursed! We... we turn into beasts on the full moon!”

“Do you think I’m fucking stupid? Is that it?! I bet you’ve been laughing at the stupid city kid this last month, haven’t you?”

I shake my head, tears forming in my eyes.

“Haven’t you!” Eric shouts at the top of his lungs, fury plastered on his face. For a split second, he looks up to the window in the door, his anger instantly turning to pure fear. He stumbles back, pointing at something through the glass. “What the fuck! Tim, what the fuck is that thing?!”

I stay cowering against the door as Eric freaks out, my ear somewhat pressed against the wood of the door. Taking a second, I listen out for anything that might be on the other side, but there’s nothing, complete silence outside of the door. Slowly getting up, my legs shaky. I look at the window pane and see nothing, outside of my own reflection. Turning back to Eric, I muster up the courage to speak up.

“There’s... nothing out there.” I tell him, gulping again.

“What the fuck are you talking about? It’s right there!” He tries to tell me.

“A horse?”

“So you can see it!”

“No, but I know it. Mr Johnson does too...” I try and step towards Eric, gauging his reaction to each step. “I’ve been seeing it for half a year at least, it’s... it’s hard to keep track of the time-line, since half the time I don’t remember what happened during the night. But each month, we transform, into what we see in our reflections when the full moon draws near.”

“You’ve got to be fucking joking, right?”

“I wish I were, truly. Mr Johnson was always more... accepting of the curse than I was. B-but... I never thought he’d do something like this.”

“So...” Eric takes a long breath, seemingly trying to calm himself. “You’re telling me; you’re cursed to transform into a... what? A were-horse? Like, every month? And that my employer spiked me with his cum?”

“Yes, I assume so. It could have really been any bodily fluid, outside of saliva. It seems to be mainly around reproduction. So semen, or sweat would have been what he’d use.”

“I... I think I’m gonna be sick...” Eric lurches forward, before taking a few steps towards me, as if trying to get past me to the door. I move back and cover the exit, shaking my head.

“I can’t... can’t let you leave Eric. Not tonight. Who knows what you’ll do? I mean I’m barely able to stop myself from tearing the place apart when I turn, and I’ve got half a year’s experience with this.”

“Please... Tim... I-fuck. I need to leave.” His hands go to my chest, as if to beg.

Sweat starts to pour down his forehead, heat radiating from his body. Having him against me, his body shifting against me... I bite my lip as I try and hold myself back. But as much as I attempt against my other side, I feel my trousers begin to tent. Images run through my mind as I wrap my arms around Eric’s body, my nose pressing against his hot neck. Without thought, I sniff as deep as I can, taking in as much of his scent as possible.

Eric shifts back a little at this, but I bring him back against me, grinding my growing length in between his legs. Soon enough, I feel my trousers begin to rip, the expected pain radiating through my body. My underwear doesn’t last much longer, revealing my semi-equine length to the world. Eric doesn’t notice, seemingly being over powered by his own lust. Something takes my notice as I continue to thrust my cock between his thighs. Turning away from him and back to the window, I realise the full moon is shining onto the two of us.

My shaft takes on its fully equine shape, including length and sheer mass. I can feel my heart beat so heavily in my chest, it’s as if it’s grown double in size, pumping blood even harder through my body. The tightness forming in my chest from this, makes my mind short-circuit. Without much thought, I move my hands to Eric’s ass, and begin to slide him along my length. This seems to make him realise just how big I’ve become. Looking down, he looks at my splotched member with wide eyes, seemingly taking me serious now.

“You... you need to jack off...” I whisper into his ear, gritting my teeth as pre begins spewing from my blotted tip.

“W-what?” Eric manages to say back, his equine eyes glazing over.

“Jerk off, it’ll make it... easier. Give into it... t-trust me...” I kiss his neck as I begin jerk myself off, in the length of my cock between my crotch and his.

Taking a few moments, Eric seems to take my advice, his hands shakily going to his tented trousers. “What... what’s happening to... m-me?”

At this, I kiss him. My other hand going from his ass, to his cheek, keeping his face against mine. It takes a few moments, but soon his cock is presses against mine, and we’re jerking together. More time passes by, and Eric slowly pulls away from me, pain seemingly caked on his face. He shivers as his own length goes under its own transformation. It’s slower than mine, being his first time. But this just means I get to watch it in more detail.

But as soon as he seems to get into the transformation, I feel burning against my ass, and know that I’m about to get a whole lot heavier in the ass department. Shifting away from the door, I slowly move into the living room, falling onto the floor as I feel my trousers strain against my growth. I huff and pant as I turn back, looking to Eric, whose also focused on me.

“Eric... fuck me! Please! I need my ass stuffed!” I beg him, my denim slowly tearing. I can hear each rip of a seam, every piece of material coming apart. My growing ass pushes out of every hole that is created, adding more pressure to the change already happening. “Fuck! My ass... feels so fucking empty! P-please... I need you in me...”

“I... I can’t think straight...” Eric says softly, keeping his gaze on me.

The cleft of my ass comes into view, as the centre seams of my trousers and underwear tears apart. I can feel it already taking on the equine form, the thickening of my skin, my anus becoming plump and doughnut shaped. My mind can only come up with one idea; to try and use my changing form to entice him into pleasing me.

“Eric... please help me. Haven’t... don’t you want to know?”

“Kn-know what?”

“What it feels like? My ass?” I let my fingers go to my changing hole, digging into the changing flesh. The texture is already so horse-like, a small bulge forming above my hole, my fingers barely need to push to spread my now equine anus. “What a horse’s ass feels like? What it tastes like?”

“T-taste?”

I get onto my feet shakily, my front still on the ground, lifting my ass into air. “Yeah, horses taste so good! There’s... there’s nothing quiet like it.”

This seems to take his notice, he takes a few steps forward, getting onto his knees almost by instinct. “It’s wrong...”

“So wrong!” I call out, an undeniable bliss in my voice. “The taste, the smell! Having them push back, wanting more of your tongue up their giant asses!”

“You... you’ve done it with horses before?”

“Fuck yeah!” The memories come flooding back, as the last few strings keeping my trousers in place, finally let go. As the tattered remains of my trousers fall to my knees, I push back and grind my ass against Eric’s face. “Go on! Huff it! Lick it! Just pleasure my ass!”

Eric doesn’t pull away from me, in fact... he fully presses his face against my backside. He sniffs fully, seemingly going full hog on my rear.

“Knew... knew you were kinky! Sniff that ass!” I yell out, unable to restrain myself. It sounds crass, and wrong... but fuck! I push even more against Eric’s face, and soon enough, I’m fully sitting on his face, smothering him in my rapidly changing ass. With my hole pressed against his face, I can feel it properly change. The expansion of my flesh, the plumpness that forms as it changes from human to equine.

After a few moments of just enjoying my scent, his tongue presses against my anus, pushing upwards as I can feel his head change. His snout begins to push out, getting even deeper in between my cheeks. It feels divine to have someone undergo the same change that I am, right under my increasingly heavy backside. Our changes, his face and my ass, seem to work in tandem. My tail pushing out above his lengthening head, his nose spreading into a bog standard horse’s snout. His nostrils flare with each intake of my sweat filled scent, tongue thickening inside my bowels.

Fuck... I can only imagine how I’d taste as this happens, the changing flavours and scents. Moaning out into the air, the pain I feel is substituted by the pleasure he’s giving me. Rolling my ass against his muzzle, I look back, happily seeing his new ears flick as he’s at work. Even with half of his face up my ass, he’s still cute as hell. Giving him a last minute of worshiping my backside, I move up and get back onto all fours, feeling my back already begin to change. Instinctively, I take a few steps forward, getting in front of my living room’s window.

“Tim... you...” Eric says, trying to form words with his new jaws.

“I’m gonna get fucked, ok? Let’s... let’s focus on that, ok?” I ask him, feeling the moon’s shine fall onto me.

Once it does, it feels like my body works in overdrive. My heart feels as though it grows even larger in my chest, blood pressure increasing inside my body. Rolling my head into the air, calling out as my frame begins to build. Bones changing underneath building muscles, as though moving tendrils are being enacted inside my body. Changing me, morphing me to their will. No matter how many times I’ve gone through this, it always hurts, always feels a little different.

Grinding my teeth, my shirt stretches around my upper body, straining to contain my body. The seams rip, and fabric tears, sounding louder already to my ears. My hindquarters and shoulders begin to spread sideways, widening out my frame. I try to take long, deep breaths, as I change. Black spots slowly cover my vision, my mind becoming light and hazed over. Fur covers me, a thick coat growing out from my skin, starting from my ass, before moving across my body.

I... I give into the change, the curse, and the affects the moon brings out in me.

Without anymore resistance, I let my body go, the changes going into overdrive. Before I know it, my legs build up muscles, feet turning into hooves. My arms and hands go through the same changes, becoming a second set of legs. This leaves only my head unchanged, which won’t be for long. I know better than to think different. Pain radiates through my mind, my skull shifting and morphing underneath my skin. The fur continues to grow in line with the transformations inside my body. My snout begins to form, expanding outwards in front my vision.

With a small shot of pain, my nose spreads out with the snout, taking on its equine shape. My nostrils flare as I take more breath in, the black spots slowly fading away, being able to take in more oxygen. I can feel my ears stretch outwards, becoming pointed. Crying out into a long neigh, the transformation ends, leaving me standing on all fours, fully equine, huffing out heavily. My ass clenches and almost throbbing in need, to be bred, to have attention.

Looking back, I see Eric slowly getting onto all fours, his torso, hips, and head still human. But his arms and legs are transformed, covered in fur and ending in hooves. Giving him an uncanny appearance, his appendages looking like stilts holding him up. A tail grows from his backside, signalling the next stage of his transformation. Eric looks at me, his large, equine eyes glazed over, unfocused. I’m not sure if he even realises I’m here at the moment, seemingly only focused on getting onto his hooves.

Once he does, he slowly walks towards me, getting in between me and the moonlight. As it hits most of his body, Eric groans out and seemingly cramps up, loud gurgling coming from his insides. He almost seems to stumble, his overall frame growing, widening out as muscles grow and bones rearrange. It doesn’t take long for him to go through the same changes as I did; clothes ripping, fur forming, body morphing.

It’s obviously hurting Eric, his face contorted in pain, even as it too changes into an equine form. His breath is long and ragged, nostrils flaring with each intake of breath. I take a couple of hooves away from him, as the last of the changes take a hold of him. He has a deep brown coat, with white at the tip of his muzzle, flowing up the top of his snout, connecting to a diamond shape on his forehead. An even darker shade of brown mane covers the top of his head and neck. His frame is almost as big as a Clydesdale, making both the room and me seem small in comparison.

He takes notice of me stepping away, looking at me. “St-st-sto-o-op.”

It’s raspy, almost unnatural, and is obviously hard for him to form words. But... I do as he says, keeping myself in place. He moves around to my ass, muzzle immediately going in between my ass cheeks. Without second thought, he rims up the cleft of my ass, giving my hole a few licks before mounting me, his head almost reaching the ceiling. The blunt tip of his cock almost immediately finds its target, and Eric thrusts forward.

I call out as he does so, instinctively clenching around his shaft as it spears my large ass. Despite my size, the cock fills me more than any feral in the stable, getting a good portion of his length inside of me on the first hump. Eric doesn’t let me adjust, pulling back to the tip, before slamming back into me. A couple more inches push into me this time around, only tempting the stallion further. He thrusts back and forth again, getting even deeper into me, making him neigh above me in a form of triumph.

My head falls down a bit, submitting to him. I’m where I belong, beneath a stallion. And what a stallion Eric is... his thrusts, his size and girth. I stay still underneath him, feeling his balls begin to slap against my ass cheeks. If I were to hazard a guess, I’d say his cock is a good two feet long. And it’s all inside me, amazing to even myself. I knew I could take more in horse form, but fuck...

I try to process the sheer pleasure he’s causing me. But end up just standing under him, letting him breed me, the only way a horse knows how. His thrusts grow harder and rougher with each passing second, his medial ring spreading my hole ever so slightly with each ram into my body. My ass clenches as he pulls out of me, feeling it drag on my insides somewhat each time that it does it’s a weird feeling to have, and one that I can barely describe.

Even if I could form words, I doubt my mind could fully comprehend enough to do so. My nostrils flare, and lips wobble out a neigh. I can’t help but push myself backwards, my ass grinding up against his thrusts. This helps in getting him a little bit further into me, even if it’s just a few centimetres. His cock is divine, pure and utter bliss, bringing out my more bestial side. Neighs start to flow out of my mouth, my way of begging him to continue, to fuck me harder.

Eric’s grunts and heavy breaths keep to our rhythm, his body feeling too light on my back as he fucks me. I can’t miss it being above me, but in a way, I wish he was heavier against me, to keep me pressed down to the ground. And yet, even without that weight, my legs feel shaky, as if they’re trembling. My thick hole is pulled on every withdraw of his cock, my insides tugged from his expanding tip. It’s truly wonderful to feel this, knowing he has such effects on me.

As sweat begins to drip from my forehead, I feel a jolt of pleasure shooting through me, my balls pulling up against my body. I shoot thick wad upon wad onto the floor, my head pulling back as I let out a loud call of bliss. I had forgotten about my own pleasure as Eric had his way with me, even with my length bobbing and smacking up against my belly, wanting nothing more than the release it’s currently experiencing.

My ass clamps down onto Eric’s cock, milking his length as best I can, signalling to him what I’m going through. He responds by thrusting even harder into my body, taking advantage of my weakened state. Rolling my eyes into the back of my head, all I can do is ride my orgasm out, while riding his equine cock. It feels as if it goes on and on, leaving my mind a babbling mess, almost unable to even feel Eric’s own pleasure filled explosion inside my body.

His expanded, mushroom like tip plugging the creamy cargo that now floods my insides. My body gurgles and shift as he fills me, his seed pushing deeper and deeper into me. Despite my increased frame, I’m sure he’d make my barrel-like belly expand from the amount of cum he’s filling me with. My vision begins to fade, oblivion taking me as we continue our night of lust, succumbing to our shared desires.

---

I slowly wake up from the void, being met by the remnants of my living room, with Eric laying not too far from me. His back is towards me, but s if signalled by my rousing, he turns himself onto his back, revealing his cock and balls to still be equine. It takes me a few moments to process this, but once I do, I can’t help but gape at the sight. It’s only half erect, barely a few inches poking out of his sheath. A small moan from Eric makes me realise he’s waking up too, if a bit more groggily. I get onto all fours as he slowly wakes, moving myself to him.

“Hey... you ok?” I ask, placing a hand onto his chest.

“Tim... what happened last night? I had the weirdest dream.”

“About horses?”

“Yeah, how did...?”

“Wasn’t a dream bud, trust me, I thought so too my first time. But luckily for you, you have an iron clad piece of evidence.” I point down to his member, which is retreating, if slowly, back into his sheath.

“What the hell are... you...?” Eric asks, looking down to see his cock, taking the sight in. “What... what the fuck?”

“No idea, I never had lasting effects before. Maybe you got a more powerful strain somehow, or are more in tune with the curse? Either way...”

“Either way what? I’ve got a horse’s cock!” Tim exclaims, seemingly unable to look away from his equine equipment.

“Hey, it probably isn’t permanent. This stuff is supposed to go with the moon. Stupid Johnson...”

“He... he did it to me, didn’t he?”

“Yes, he did... Fucking bastard, he just had to drag you into this.” I say, unable to take my eyes away from his crotch.

“He spiked me...” Eric states, seemingly more to himself than to me.

“It’s not the worst thing in the world... but it’s fucking annoying, and painful.”

Eric doesn’t say anything, just seemingly

“You know... as long as it’s here, and... well, still pretty active. There is something I’ve always wanted to try, while I’m human I mean.”

“Wait... you can’t be serious?”

“Well, I can’t just go down to the stable and blow a goddamned horse, now can I? I’m not even sure if it’s legal while I’m in ‘horse mode’. But now... you’ve got one of the best bits, and I wanna test out my jaw work.”

“You’re out of your mind.”

“Like a fox. And anyway you get a world class orgasm out of it.”

“What?” Tim asks.

“Come on, we came pretty hard last night, now... think about how good it’ll feel while you have your faculties about you.”

“So... what do you wanna do?”

“Like I said, ‘test out my jaw work’. Now, just lay back, and let daddy work on ya.” I chuckle softly, pushing his upper half back down onto the floor.

“O-ok...”

I shift so my knees are either side of his head, my cock and balls hanging just above him. My head is over his feral junk, so close and personal. Moving my head down a little, I sniff his sheath, the concentrated scent of his lust and sweat fills my nose. Even if this only lasts until he cums, I know I’m going to enjoy this. With my mind fully together, I open my mouth, and begin to service his length. Bringing it up into my mouth, and then my throat... my gullet. I don’t know if it’s a part of the curse, or a natural gift. But as it travels down into my body, I don’t even gag.

---

I rest against the wall of my house, watching Eric enter Tim’s house. It wasn’t hard to get him into our little ‘arrangement’, having jerked off into his meal. Luckily, I actually had the foresight to set up giving him an evening meal a couple weeks ago, just so he wouldn’t be too worried about it this time. Tim lets him in, and I know he’s about to have a rather fun evening.

Even as I’m covered by the overhanging roof, I can still feel the tingling of the oncoming changes. Although, I’m taken out of my thoughts by the buzzing of my phone. Taking it out of my pocket, I find it’s Jolie on the other line. I try and judge if I have the time to go through the call. Shrugging my shoulders, I answer with a ‘Hello’.

“Hey Shaun,” Jolie says, her bubbly voice making me smirk softly.

“What can I do for you Jolie?”

“Just calling to see if your free tonight? Been getting some strange reports from a few of the other farmers, wanted to check out the ‘haunted Mr Johnson Farm’.”

“It’s haunted? Haven’t seen anything weird here myself.” I lie. “I don’t think I’ll be able to do i5t tonight, but hey... what about next month? I’m sure things would be a lot more exciting.”

“Making plans a month in advance? How very unlike you...” Jolie says, a little bit of apprehension filling her voice.

“What can I say? Maybe I want to make a good impression?”

“Ok, now I know something is up.”

I can’t help but laugh at that, trying to pass it off, being met by my stomach turning in knots. “What can I say? Maybe I just like the full moon?”

“How romantic, should I meet you then? Say 5?”

“Sure thing, and trust me, it’ll be worth the wait...”