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Memories of a kinky weekend (Woman into inanimate TF tale+art)
🕑 Added 2020-09-09 14:28:36 +0000 UTC
(Woman into inanimate)
(Art by: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/otherwords)
Milky strawberry ice cream was melting over the cake.
That busy pink walled cafeteria was as usual, full of people, the peacock waitress danced between the tables, serving and taking orders with grace and ease, a bunch of punk hyenas laughed together, annoying a jackass businessman and, in a corner sheltered from all the noise, Darius and Taya sat together.
Darius, the golden retriever guy, prodded the ice cream with his spoon and took a tiny lick of the ice cream, with an intense frown on his face.
Taya, the water dragoness sitting across the table, pulled at her jeans shorts with both hands nervously, trying to avoid the eyes under her friend’s frown. A slim reptilian young woman with webbed fingers, she was wearing a black hoodie, her scales were deep blue and, between her long horns, her mane of dark, purple streaked hair shades was tied into two pigtails.
Her wings and tail shook a bit, she finally let out a sigh.
“Come on!” she protested. “I said I’m sorry and I bought you a cake!”
“You left me hanging all weekend without answering the phone! I bought a bunch of pizza and had to eat it all by myself!”
“Is that... bad...?”
“I was sick with worry.”
“Sorry! Please!” Taya put her hands together, begging for forgiveness. “I had a good reason...!”
Darius pointed at the dragon-girl with his spoon.
“You were fucking some hot guy.”
Taya’s eyes lowered, the scales on her short muzzle turned bright red.
“Yes, kinda, maybe... I was indeed... doing kinky... but, well, kinda getting kinky done to me? Look, just let me explain, it’s an awesome tale! I swear!”
The girl closed her eyes and lowered her head into her hands. Darius’ spoon swung left and right, he took another dive into the ice cream, putting the spoon into his mouth.
“Ok... but it better be good...!” sighed the dog-guy.
...
You know the city outskirts? The countryside that farm-folk like so much? That’s where I was, for one thing and another, in the fresh shadows of a nice barn, giggling like a teen.
I had met Greg a couple of times at the bus stop, what a hunk he is, a total hunk, if you saw his abs...!
“Greg?”
He’s a horse-boy that works at that farm, I love to see him working there, the sweat on his tasty furry muscles... Hmmm...
You know the best thing? He’s a total dork, shy and awkward, it’s easy to push him around. He was blushing when I grabbed his hand and dragged him into the barn for a moment of...
Intimacy.
“So I was right, you were fucking.”
Hey, don’t get carried away, I told you, not exactly, just let me tell the tale, I’m only just beginning!
Where was I? Oh, yes, the barn! I was totally going to come to your house, I love pizza, you know me, but I crossed paths with that hunky stallion and followed him...
“And one thing led to another...”
Exactly, so I went with Greg into the barn, he was as red as a tomato and I began to touch him, lick his wide neck. He didn’t recoil, he loved it, his cock got very hard.
I removed his shirt, fondled his abs... oh, his abs, it’s like they’d been sculpted by some equine goddess... and then I looked up and he was looking down at me...
Very seriously.
And very seriously he said, wait, let me try to imitate his voice, it’s so cool and deep and sexy... Coff, coff...! Ok!
“Taya...” he said, super seriously. “Taya, we can’t do this... I can’t do this...”
I blinked, horny, teasing his hard-on through his pants.
“What?” I said, feigning innocence. “But you are totally ready, hun! Your cock is already bigger than my arm!” I chuckled.
He didn’t chuckle, but frowned.
“No, I can totally fuck you, but... it comes with a stiff price.”
“Don’t worry!” I tapped his chest. “I may look skinny, but I’m durable and stretchy!”
Greg shook his head.
“No... That’s not the problem...”
“What then?”
You can’t imagine how sexy he looked as he snorted and avoided looking at my face with that ominous demeanor. My nipples were hard, my pussy was wet.
“Your nipples are hard now and I can smell your pussy.”
Yes! I know! And I’m just remembering it! What a freaking hunk...!
But it’s at that moment he dropped the bomb, he looked at me, right in my eyes, my shivers and my dear horse-boy confessed his fears.
“My penis is cursed.”
Of course, I burst into laughter and kept laughing for a while until I noticed he wasn’t.
“Haaw, shit, you’re serious?” I asked, wiping the tears of the laughter from my eyes.
Greg nodded.
“Yes, I’m not joking, my penis is cursed.”
The second time he said it it was even funnier, but I didn’t laugh any more.
“Cursed? What do you mean cursed? Will I turn into a frog if I suck it or something?” was my giggling response. “Because hun, I’m up for the pond if I can get a taste of your cockmeat...!”
The horse boy shook his head again.
“No, you will turn into a phantom mare...”
I have to confess, that took me off guard.
“I will become a ghost mare...?” was my frowning reaction.
“Come on Taya, are you gonna tell me you don’t know what a phantom mare is?”
Hey, don’t be a meanie, I didn’t know at that moment, it isn’t as if it’s super common knowledge! But... ugh... you can be sure that I know now what a phantom mare is...
Dammit I know it very well...
Cause... let’s continue the tale...
Greg shook his head once more.
“No, how can I explain it without making it even more awkward...” he sighed. “It’s a thing, a device that equine-folk use... to collect sperm...”
He was blushing so much!
“A condom?”
“More like... a fleshlight...”
“A fleshlight for horse cock, gotcha!”
“I know, it sounds terrible... and I’m sorry...” he was totally ignoring my happy face as he talked. “My hubris gave me this terrible curse, a curse that dooms me to never love a woman as a woman because if she sees my cock she will be twisted into a depraved sexual toy... a fate worse than many...!”
“Do you really have to imitate his hand gestures?”
Of course I do! Horse boy got super dramatic.
“Is it permanent?” I asked, crossing my hands behind my back.
Greg blinked, lowering his arms.
“No, but if you see my cock erect...”
“Which you are, very, very erect.”
“Yes, but if you put your eyes on my manly pride then it doesn’t matter if it’s a horse, donkey or zebra, every time you see the genitalia of a male equine you will suffer that denigrating change, that utter humiliation, and remain as a thing until someone satisfies his needs with your helpless body.”
I took a couple of steps towards that dumb boy’s nice abs.
“You know what I think?”
“What?”
“That you should ditch this farming career, cos you are totally made to be a theatre star!”
“I’m not lying!” he shouted.
I was opening his pants and giving him a wink.
“You may not be, but that silly thing, even if it’s true, sounds neat! Best curse I ever heard of, even if it’s true...” leaning over his chest, pressing mine against his muscles, I gave a tiny bit and licked his hairy chin. “Then it doesn’t matter what happens... you are gonna fuck me senseless one way or the other, aren’t you hun?”
“Taya, you are such a teasing cum-dumpster!”
Oh, what a coincidence you used those words, because it was right then that I was going to pull down his pants and liberate that so amazing erection...
“Taya! L-listen to me! It isn’t fun and sex! It would be a part of you for the rest of your existence! Control yourself! It may sound appealing, but if you... If you are used too much... there’s even a risk that you... you might lose yourself and be stuck in that disgraced form... not even...”
I chuckled and shrugged.
“I guess I’m just a cum-dumpster then!”
I got on my knees and pulled his pants down.
HIs dick jumped free, it almost hit my muzzle.
“Why did you snap your fingers in front of my face?”
Because just like that I began to change...!
”You can’t be serious...”
I swear, I’m not lying!
”...Okay, you are a terrible liar, but still... That would mean...”
That inside that barn I became a phantom mare.
I felt IT, the thing, the curse, the transformation, my metamorphosis. Right after my gaze landed on that marvelous cock that was thicker than my arm and not that much shorter.
And his ballsack, so awesome, that’s what you call a Man with capital M!
Ahhh... it was as if that powerful cock was nailing me down as if I still was...
”The changes, Taya, your transformation!”
Oh, ah, yes, my transformation...!
It was like a tingle... a good tingle, like... Hmm... When you sit down awkwardly on your tail and it feels numb because you pinched a nerve or something, but after a while it begins to tickle in a bad way, but when the tickle begins to die off it feels oddly good?
You follow me?
”No.”
Whatever, it just felt awesome or even greater, but it spooked me badly.
Honestly, who would have expected it to actually be true? To transform into such a... sexual device for the collection of sperm?
I dropped onto my butt after feeling the tickling tingle in my spine, my bones and muscle, in every inch of my body.
Of my existence.
“I’m sorry, Taya, I told you...” mumbled Greg, not sounding as sad or dramatic as he maybe should have. “You are doomed by this curse now...”
I didn’t answer right away, I was too busy touching my body, my pussy clapping with that tingle, still not believing it... until...
My lips, that was the first thing to... change... I’ve been dreaming about it since that day...
They just opened without my permission, making a round like shape, as if their owner was a cheap sex-doll, and then they began to inflate, becoming rounder and rounder by the moment, no matter if I touched them or not.
No matter how hard I tried, I had barely any control over my own lips, I couldn’t shut them or move, just gurgle with my mouth held weirdly open.
It was freaky and I freaked out.
“Freeeeeeegf!” I tried to shout without much success.
”Don’t yell in the middle of the cafeteria!”
Sorry.
Eh...
They swelled up, so round and soft, I couldn’t close my mouth, could only barely talk.
“It can’t be stopped...” Greg told me, his cock was pulsing and leaking as he looked down at me without helping.
My horrific transformation turned him on... and maybe I didn’t need to be turned on, but noticing that was a nice cherry on top for him.
Struggling with my mouth turned fuck-hole I lifted up as everything kept shaking up. My muzzle shortened as the hole pushed back, my teeth were nowhere to be found by my tongue.
The tingle... it was so intense... so devilishly delicious...
I don’t think anybody could have felt such a thing without getting lost in it.
And you know how easily I can get lost.
As I kept rubbing my morphing face, my back, without asking for permission, began to make me bend forward while my ass rose up.
With a deep gurgling moan I rose up on my tail, ripping part of my shorts and leaving my rear exposed.
My vagina was leaking wet.
In a similar way to my face my rear was rounding up, my pussy and anus trembling and naked, as it all grew rounded it pushed forward at the same rate that my muzzle was growing shorter.
My ribcage cracked and expanded, I moaned. My body was changing into that perfect tubular shape, perfect for the cunt-tube for a horse cock I am.
Salivating slightly I looked up at Greg, gurgling, my vision blurry because I was so damn horny.
“I’m so sorry, Taya...” grunted the equine man as he began to pump his penis. “So, so sorry.
He wasn’t sorry.
I wasn’t either.
Never have I wanted a cock inside me so much.
The only desire in my mind was to be pierced by that dick, my brain split in half by his powerful thrusts.
”Please, don’t start to masturbate, I love this place, I don’t want to get kicked out!”
No promises...!
My neck shortened... and then my legs...
In an instant my right foot had morphed in such an odd way, odder in the context of the situation... but maybe not odd? It had expanded into a circle...
It took me a moment to understand, it was the stand, the stand for my body.
Another moment to notice that the cold in my bottom half was my flesh becoming metal and my legs merging into a singular bar on the stand.
My pants were destroyed.
I wiggled my toes slightly before they stopped moving.
Not moving, not talking... just gurgling and standing still as Greg kept masturbating.
It was from the inside out that my skin began to turn into that plain brownish leather. Rough and durable.
My insides were so empty as my organs simplified and squeezed into the tube... the long tube that was going to be my whole body...
A long empty tube desperate to be filled.
I had barely any control of the parts of myself that were already more a thing than a person, my massive round mouth was totally leather, but if I concentrated enough I could make the inner circle of the opening tremble slightly as I gasped.
Opening, it was an opening, no longer a mouth, but a hole that went through my body connecting in a very direct way with the other hole at my rear, the one that was once my sex.
I’m not sure what happened with my butt, I guess it just sealed... but I didn’t care too much about it... or anything else...
Or anything else except that delicious looking cock in front of me.
Greg was doing such a great work getting it hot, hard and ready.
Squeaking, stretching noises, my body’s shape gradually changing, more and more, slowly, but not too slowly, enough for me to stop and enjoy each second of becoming what I seemed to be meant to be.
That leathery skin.
My circular emptiness.
The perfect tubular shape.
Clothes were ripping and falling off, but there was not much nudity left to cover.
I stood on the firm stand that was my stiff and sturdy singular leg, I didn’t even notice when or how I lost my arms.
“Taya...!” grunted Greg. “I have to do it...!”
I couldn’t answer, but I put my hopes in him noticing how I shook my front opening in a poor attempt to imitate a sucking motion.
“Sshhuuuuug...! Flllluuuuuugh...! Pleaaaaaaagh...!”
He got it, oh, he got it and I was so glad.
Greg and his cock moved near me, ripped away the leftovers of my clothes.
Impatiently I shook my shrinking tail and wings as he patted my head making more of my hair fall off.
“Here I go...!” he said.
My eyes rolled white as I was penetrated, I closed them then.
I sucked so gratefully, as he thrust into me so powerfully.
I was full, from end to end, penetrated, squeezed around the phallus.
I think... I think Greg may have seen how I was masturbating in my mind as he fucked me, because the faster I masturbated, the faster and harder and deeper he got.
It wasn’t just my helplessly inanimate body that was shaken as I was fucked by the big horse cock, it was... dunno... all of me... but like...
My existence.
Hmm... Hmm... Hmm...
“Taya, you are sucking the spoon.”
Sorry... so... sorry...
”What now...?”
I... was just wondering if you are getting a good picture of the scene, because it was so great that it’s hard to describe... at least for me...
Oh, here, look, Greg took a pic, he sent it to my phone, let me see, it must be... here...! see? The big brownish tube thing by the side of the horse guy? That’s a phantom mare.
”Yeah, I know, you’re the one that didn’t know.”
No, no, look closer.
”Uh?”
Don’t you see those two lumps above the front opening? Those flaps in the middle? The thing hanging from it’s rear opening?
”Shit... Your horns, wings and tail... aren’t they? You are truly incapable of lying...!”
Aja! That thing, it’s me! It’s kinda weird, you know? Now seeing myself as such a thing... a thing... while being me... makes me feel...
Proud?
Nah, dunno... oh, and yes, that’s Greg... and that his big, big, big cock...
The cock that cursed me and that he used to fuck me senselessly out of person-hood... but not right after I finished transforming, ‘cos his boss just caught us... well, him, I was an it at that point, and Greg had to stop fucking me to be scolded and dragged back to work.
Drive me crazy, totally mad.
I was just a motionless fuck-device standing in that barn on top of my ragged clothes without being fucked and I couldn’t do anything.
Just waiting to be used...
Greg couldn’t come back until later and he was so tired that he couldn’t fuck me properly until the next day, but boy, did he fuck me properly then!
Blasted me with his seed from end to end.
And once I was full of cum I began to change back... it was... a bit hard...
Harder than the original change...
Like...
But... but I changed back into a person... what I am...
...
The plates were devoid of cake and ice cream, the cafeteria a bit less noisy now that afternoon was here.
“And that’s the tale of why I missed our pizza weekend!” she was vividly blushing, her facial scales more red than blue, she put a hand on her chest. “But, because I’m such a nice girl and friend, I bought you cake as compensation and I ask once again for your forgiveness!”
Darius still had Taya’s phone and was looking at the screen, the phantom mare in the picture... then the dragoness in front of him...
He frowned.
“I don’t forgive you.”
Taya’s eyebrows lowered.
“What?”
“You ditched me to go fucking.”
“But I told you...”
“Yeah, I don’t care that you are a childish bimbo who got cursed,” the dog man’s fingers were scrolling the screen. “It wouldn’t have happened if you had come to eat pizza instead of going to that barn. How did you get into that barn, uh?”
“Well, you know one thing... led to another...”
“Exactly, I know, but don’t worry, my good pal, I know what you can do to compensate me.”
“Yes? What?”
Darius raised the phone, putting the screen directly in front of Taya’s face.
The dragoness’ eyes opened wide, the screen was showing an image search for the words hunk, equine, boy and cock.
Lots of equine penises... zebras, donkeys and stallions...
Sexy, muscular, manly... so many of them...
They flashed and shone directly into her irises, filling them.
Her pupils dilated.
She gulped.
“Darius, what are...” she still had her hand on the chest, her heart going faster. “Dariuuu... Waaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaah...”
It became hard to talk, as if she was gasping for air... and that feeling...
That feeling struck her spine.
Darius smirked, watching as Taya’s lips began to get puffy, swell and slowly open into a circle-like shape...
