HUNGRY LIKE A WOLF
What if it never stops, Summer thought.
“W-W-What if it n-n-never stops,” Summer stammered.
Maybe this was her punishment.
For she had done some very bad things over the last week.
She didn’t want to do it.
It just sort of happened.
The thing she became at night was just too greedy.
It never knew when to quit.
Summer had tried to keep that part of her in check.
And, she had thought herself clever, that first night, by offering it the horse.
The horse was getting old, and wasn’t good for much except to serve as a stud.
But, a stud was just what she needed.
Around sunset, Summer went into the barn, and stripped naked.
She gently petted the horse, as she whispered in it’s ear all the things she wanted.
The horse nodded it’s head in response.
With her thin lips, she kissed it on it’s head.
The horse had been in their family since she was a little girl. But, today it would calm a woman’s desire.
Summer promised that it would only hurt for a little bit.
Then the change came for both of them.
Summer collapsed to the floor, clutching it’s stomach.
She tried to scream, but the scream caught in her throat, as it always did. The skin on her chest began to stretch, while at the same time every bone in her body broke.
The pain lasted but seconds, and ended in sheer bliss.
She sighed, as she came.
She sat up, and ran a hand through her now black hair: black save for a red streak in the front.
Summer didn’t remember much after that, just flashes.
First, she strutted over to the horse, liking how her now big boobs bounced with each step.
The horse welcomed her with open arms, as it sat in a very human like pose.
It’s back now straight, and it’s thin legs spread wide.
She dropped to her knees in worship of its cock.
She kissed it, with her cupid bow lips, tasting the salty cum that ran down the tip of it’s flat-headed penis.
She felt almost drunk, as the cum poured down her throat.
The scene flashed ahead, and now she sat in the horse’s lap. But this was a far from innocent gesture, as the horse’s long, thick cock buried itself deep inside of her.
She laughed wildly, as she rode that obscene thing with complete abandon. But, in a tender moment, she spread her arms across the horse’s barrel like chest—holding it in an embrace.
The last image was of herself, her other self, on her knees in front of the beast. Pushing herself back against it, letting her body sink all the way down to the fleshy ring around the shaft.
Summer woke up the next morning, herself again, but feeling light headed. Fresh cum still running down her legs.
She quickly dressed.
Then, she heard the horse. It lay on the ground, pitifully whining.
But as she got closer, it started to scream. Not understanding perhaps what had happened to it.
Summer dropped to the floor, and now cradled it’s head.
The poor beast continued to scream.
“It’s okay,” she cried. “It’s okay.”
But, it wasn’t, and now she saw why.
The thing between its leg was all shriveled up.
She gasped, and then stood up, backing away from the animal.
But the thing wouldn’t stop screaming.
It was more than she could bare, and now a madness seized her as she grabbed a pitchfork.
The first stab was the hardest.
But after that, it was easy. And she kept stabbing it, until it finally stopped screaming.
In the aftermath, she couldn’t stop shaking.
But it was alright. It was just a stupid horse, and an old one at that.
Summer buried it— it took all day— but she buried it.
She had made a mistake with the horse. But, it wasn’t her fault, not really. She wouldn’t make that same mistake again.
Except the bull hadn’t fared much better, the next night.
Neither had the dog, the night after.
Now, her father lay dead in the other room, and his cum still dripped down her legs.
And, she couldn’t stop shaking.
The worst part of it all was that she remembered all of it.
Summer remembers that she had been in a panic state all that day, having no idea what she was going to do when night came.
The change came quickly, as she stood in the doorway of her room.
Afterwards, she stood, or rather her other self stood still wearing her night gown.
With her big breasts, the gown looked obscene as it clung to her body.
But, she like the way it looked, especially when she caught her reflection in the mirror. She wondered if her father would like it too.
She strode into her father’s room.
He sat up, and called out her name.
But, he couldn’t take her eyes off of her.
She put a finger to her lips.
Immediately, her father fell silent.
He watched her strip naked, and she liked the attention he gave her, as he watched her every move.
She climbed into bed with him.
He lay fully erected.
She teased him.
Sucking him off at first, and then shoving his cock between her big breasts.
As night wore one, she became more perverted.
First, sitting on his face, while at the same time leaning forward to stroke him off.
His eyes watched her the entire time. And the attention made her swoon, even more than the sinful act itself.
When she finally decided that she had teased him enough, she straddled him.
She gasped, forgetting that the change always restored her virginity. But, her innocence didn’t last long as he slid inside her tiny pussy.
Then she fucked him, riding his cock all night long.
The best part of it was, that no matter how many times he came, he stayed hard. Stayed hard for her!
When morning came, Summer gasped—blinked her eyes several times as if coming out of a dream. To her horror, she realized that she was still on top of him. And, her hips were stilling grinding away, as she squeezed ever last drop out of him.
Summer jumped off.
Her face flushing red, as she tried to cover herself.
He wasn’t moving.
“Daddy,” she called out.
He was dead.
Her eyes widened in surprise, as to the reason why.
His thing was all shriveled and twisted up.
Sobbing, Summer ran out of the room.
But, she couldn’t shaking.
“I-I-It’s not m-m-my f-f-fault,” she stammered now. “If M-M-Martin were h-h-here, I w-w-wouldn’t have d-d-done it. H-H-He would have t-t-taken care of m-m-me that way.”
“We don’t need him,” a voice said behind her.
Summer turned and looked into the mirror.
Only to see her other self, reflected back.
The girl in the mirror, ran a hand through her black hair.
“Surprised to see me?” The girl asked.
Summer nodded. Shocked was more like it.
“Don’t be,” the girl said. “We’re a team, you and I. You can call me Jackie.”
Summer wondered if she was losing her mind.
The girl in the mirror shook her head.
“You’re not going crazy,” she said. “I wouldn’t let anything bad happen to you.”
“Y-Y-You k-k-killed my d-d-dad.” Summer stammered.
The girl pouted.
“The cancer was already killing him,” the girl said. “This way he died happy. He always had a thing for younger women, right? And don’t all girls love their daddy?”
“S-S-Shut up!” Summer stammered.
The girl laughed.
“I’m just having a little fun,” the girl said. “You’re always so buttoned up and serious. Where do you think I came from? It’s all those pieces of yourself that you hide away.”
“S-S-Shut up!” Summer screamed.
“Now, now,” the girl said, wagging a finger in front of her. “I’m here to help. You look tired. Why don’t you rest? And when you wake up tomorrow, everything will be taken care of.”
The girl vanished from the mirror.
And now Summer stared at herself.
She was tired, and there were dark circles under her eyes.
Exhausted, she laid down on the bed, and quickly fell asleep.
She jolted awake, and a moment of panic followed.
She had no idea where she was.
A bus? Yes, she was on a bus.
She wore a strange blue coat, a coat that she never seen before.
And now, Summer felt something on her head.
Reaching up, she pulled down a matching blue, pillbox, hat. Not only that, but she saw that there was a sales tag still attached to it.
Summer eyes drifted down; and now saw something sticking out of the coat pocket.
She reached into the pocket, and pulled out a bus ticket.
The destination was for some city that she had never heard of. But, Summer did note that the destination was a one way ticket.
There was some writing on the back of the ticket, and she turned it over, only to see a note.
The note read:
Everything is taken of. Thought you could use some new clothes, so don’t forget your suitcase. It’s a small blue one, and it has your name on it. Blue is my favorite color. Love Jackie.
P.S. Check your other pocket.
Summer reached into the other pocket, and pulled out a wad of cash.
She quickly stuffed the cash back in her pocket.
It was then that she realized that she wasn’t wearing any underwear. In fact, she wasn’t wearing any clothes at all, except for the jacket.
And she could feel fresh cum dripping down her legs.
The bus lurched forward.
Leaving Summer to wonder, just what she had gotten herself into.
TO BE CONTINUED...