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Patreon Compilation – Fic#184 – Angela/Hanzo – werehorse!Hanzo; werehorse!Cole; willing infection; transformation – Hard Times 2
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Angela/Hanzo – Angela is a failure as their practicing physician... she's too horny to become just like them.
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Angela’s heartrate spikes as she hears the hiss of the door hermetically sealing her into Hanzo and Cole’s enclosure. There is no turning back now; especially since the two are staring at her from a distance, ears pricked and interested.
Hanzo starts to move first, being the leader of their small two-horse-herd and wanting the right to inspect her. Cole follows after in a more leisurely trot, head low and unthreatening.
It is all for science, keeps moving through her head… even when she is pinned against a wall and her thin labcoat ripped open over her chest, tits obscenely spilling out.
They are more intelligent than regular horses, that much she has already figured out… and a lot more horny.
Figures with Cole Cassidy being in the mix. He is taller than Hanzo, more horse than pony, and nudges against her breasts without missing a heart beat. She can feel his big lips mouthing at her, large teeth pressing against one erect nipple… her breath catches but before anything more can happen, Hanzo makes a squeaking kind of sound and halfway turns to Cole, kicking him with one leg. Just a warning to get back in his lane and let the real head of herd see what’s up.
Cole’s ears fold back but he obediently moves away after another kick of the black pony, shuffling a few steps away to watch them and wait for Hanzo to give him the clear that it’s his turn to play.
Angela is breathing harshly, her heart beating fast and hard. She has started a recording just prior of her moving into their enclosure just to vaguely excuse her actions to herself.
Of course she will analyze the footage later. Of course she won’t be infected with this strange alien virus and turned into a stupid little mare before long.
Definitely… yes… She definitely didn’t forget on purpose to put on panties and she definitely isn’t screaming for help on purpose as she pants with excitement and presses her hands over her mouth to keep nice and quiet and not scare the horses…
Hanzo is just as much of a bully now as he had been as a human. He makes it unmistakeable what he wants her to do and she follows along, turning and bending over to stick her fat ass out at the both of them, skirt already riding up precariously and just following along with what feels like a sigh of relief once Hanzo gives it the slightest nudge with his nose.
It wraps itself around Angela’s hips, completely exposing her to the interested pony behind her. Hanzo’s breath is wafting between her cheeks nice and warm and tickles her well-used holes.
Angela closes her eyes and bites her wrist. Oh she won’t beg a pony with an unknown infection to fuck her up… she won’t she won’t she won’t-
Hanzo mounts up like he’s always known that this was the endgame. She can feel his big pony cock touching the backs of her knees and sliding against the insides of her thighs, sending shocks of pleasure through her. She had thought it would be harder to bear his weight but maybe it comes from him being only a pony that she can back herself up some and try to help him guide the flared tip to-
It presses against her cunt with a sudden precision that takes her breath away.
It’s just for research. Maybe after gaining a few semen samples I’ll be able to conduct a more thorough investigation and help them change back… Her brain keeps telling her all sorts of cute lies as she waits with almost painful anticipation for Hanzo to thrust forward and spear her so deep on his big pony cock that she’ll be able to taste him on the back of her tongue.
He doesn’t, though. He pulls back, a loud, lewd smacking sound all but scraping against her nerves as he pulls away, strands of slick connecting her overeager whore cunt to his crown.
It’s all Overwatch’s fault. If she didn’t have so much work she could go out way more often to get her holes stuffed with cock to the brim; she wouldn’t have gotten into this situation if she hadn’t been able to watch Cole and Hanzo fuck over and over again, their huge dark horse testicles swinging with each thrust and looking like they could pump out gallons of hot cum.
She’s a good girl. She really is. She isn’t risking getting infected by a virus just so she can get laid… absolutely not…
Hanzo thrusts forward again and finds his target with uncanny precision… only that it isn’t her pussy this time. Slicked with her juices and fuelled by single-minded determination, he rams his pulsing pony cock right up her asshole, wrenching it wide open.
The air is pushed out of Angela in an almost comical whooshing sound. Hanzo’s cock is so big she can feel an odd pressure between her hips, but it takes a backseat to the feverish heat radiating off of it and starting to crawl through her body.
It’s the infection spreading like a wildfire; she knows without having to conduct any tests. She can feel it creeping through her body, being pushed further and further by the cock drilling into her asshole – and the worst thing is that she is such an anal slut that she can’t even formulate a protest. All she can do is groan low and throaty, her tongue hanging out of her mouth as she gets her donut spread further than it ever has, the hot, veiny shaft of a pony reaming her until it feels impossibly swollen.
Hanzo’s forelegs are curled around her hips, holding her in a secure grip so he can ram deeper and deeper into her, straightening her intestines out with his cock. It is an absolute alien sensation to feel his flared crown pulsing in her stomach. It feels just as alive as the infection crawling through her veins. Sweat springs up on her forehead, heat wrecking a havoc on her body as she is being fucked in slow but hard thrusts by an animal.
No, not an animal… her team mate… but he treats her like an animal all the same. There is no affection about how Hanzo fucks her, no sign that he even recognizes her as one of his former team mates; just him wanting to fuck a foal into a mare and simultaneously show Cole who is the leader of their little two horse-herd.
Soon three, she thinks deliriously, pressing her forehead against the wall as she tries to brace herself better. Lift her ass up into the rattling thrusts. She’s never gotten her ass fucked so well. She just knew that something like this would happen… that she’d finally get the dicking she’s been obsessing over for months.
She keeps peering to the side as she pants through Hanzo giving it to her, staring at Cassidy standing there patiently and waiting, the stallion nice and docile in comparison to his fiery pony partner.
He looks like he could absolutely destroy her holes if Hanzo were to let him mount up. She wants it so badly she can taste it on the back of her tongue. She wants both of them to fuck her up and to infect her with their sickness. She wants them to fuck her without pause again and again until she starts to transform just like they have.
How long will it take? Will she realize what is happening or is there simply a moment in which all conscious thought simply turns off and she is nothing but a breeding mare that will lift her tail for her two studs any time she can get? She wishes she could document her findings but she knows that she’ll not be able to get out of here as a human. The second she had opted to step in here to get her guts rearranged had been the second she knew she forfeit everything making her human.
Was it worth it just to get her slutty asshole wrenched open by a dick?
Her immediate thought is ‘yes’. She’s never gotten fucked so well. Drool is dripping from her lolling tongue, freely hanging tits bouncing with each and every thrust shuddering through her. She has to readjust her feet every now and then but ultimately loses herself int he feeling of her hips aching from the massive cock reaming her, and her cunt pulsing producing embarrassing smacking sounds just because she can’t keep herself from continuously flexing.
Yes, she’s going to become a horse. The thought is frightening… but it is also what pushes her into her first orgasm, eyes rolling into her head and a blessed relaxation traveling through her overheated body.
Wonderful.
