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Patreon Request Short 6 - Super Blood Wolf Centaur? (Part 1/2)
🕑 Added 2019-03-09 18:59:45 +0000 UTCThis Patreon Short got so big that I split it into two parts! Here's the first part.
This is the prompt that won the vote last month:
Super Blood Wolf Centaur? - Eddy thought that it would be extra romantic to see the Super Blood Wolf Moon with his girlfriend. Britta has been able to suppress her were-herm-centaur heritage for over a year and sees this date as the ultimate test of her resolve. It's a huge miscalculation on her part and as she is forced to transform in front of Eddy, she fears losing him forever.
Super Blood Wolf Centaur? - Part 1/2
by Zmeydros
(Contributing ideas: Journeymanic on FA)
My backpack nearly fell off of my lap when the subway train left the tunnel to reveal downtown Boston. My hand grabbed onto the strap before it left my knee, but my pack swung toward the floor. As my other hand grabbed onto the other strap and heaved it onto my lap, I bit my lip.
It was the wrong time of the month and I don’t mean what women typically mean when they say that. The full moon did things to me even before its pale light spilled out over the land. Things like make my cunt wet and sensitive, my tailbone itch, my nipples ache to be touched, and my body change shape. But the moon never did those things to me without me fighting back. Even lycanthropy bowed under the weight of my will. That first time the curse took hold of me, I decided I wouldn’t be controlled by ancient magic, that I’d only change when I wanted to. Tonight would be the ultimate test of my resolve. My biggest challenge yet.
For the last couple weeks, every bit of small talk I was subjected to started with a mention of the “Super Blood Wolf Moon.” It was the culmination of multiple cycles converging, cycles that powered the magic in me. A man with grey curly hair across from me did that nod thing strangers do to each other. I did it back.
When his mouth started moving, I leaned back in my seat wishing I hadn’t unwittingly given him permission to start up a conversation. “What’s in your backpack? Lead bricks?” He smirked, proud of his socialization skills.
Patting the logo on my backpack, an effects pedal being stomped on by a kangaroo lead guitarist, I said, "I make custom electronics for bands." The problem with having your own business is that you were never really off the clock.
"Any bands I'd know?" he asked.
"Probably? I'm pretty well established in the local music scene."
"Got any recommendations for bands I should check out?"
"Wh--" I tried to respond, but my snatch clenched and then relaxed of its own volition and I had to breathe out to avoid making any compromising noises. "What type of music do you like?"
"I love Caravan Palace. Any local bands that do that sort of thing?"
"Ah, electroswing..." After explaining the genre to him and telling him about a couple local bands he should check out, my stop came up and I got off the subway.
Boston's Chinatown surrounded me. Red ideographs on vertical signs loomed over windows emblazoned with more Chinese text and colorful menus. The smell of hot fry oil, garlic, and ginger cut through the frigid winter air. Oddly thick Sunday traffic sat on Tyler Street waiting for a stoplight. I walked north passing lazy columns of steam from tailpipes trying to get my bearings. Once I saw a sign for Kneeland Street, I made my way up to the intersection and took a left.
Eddy’s building was a newer construction with bright red bricks and modern windows with matte-black metal frames right on the corner of Kneeland and Albany. It was just a bit taller than the off-white brick building before it and one of the tallest buildings in the entire area. The corner of the building that looked north and east was all glass so that residents could take in the view of Boston and the harbor.
When I pulled out my cellphone to tell Eddy I was close, a sudden twinge in my crotch caused my fingers to release their grip. I yelped as I got my knee under it to help break its fall. It tumbled onto my foot and then flipped over the long way and smacked into the sidewalk.
As I crouched down to grab my phone, I steeled myself against the rising tide of my libido. My phone’s case had protected it from the fall, thank goodness. Once I was standing again, I closed my eyes and meditated for a moment. The full moon wasn’t going to win this battle. I was in control.
I texted Eddy. “I’m only a couple minutes away.”
He responded almost instantly, “Heading down to meet you.”
When I got to the glass and gray metal of the entryway, Eddy was in there waiting for me. One of his thick-fingered hands pushed the door open as he said, “Come on in!”
The moment I entered, I was pulled against his chubby belly and held tight. Looking up into his blue-grey eyes and freshly trimmed black beard, I planted a kiss on his wide lips. He kissed me back pressing his nose against my cheek before letting me go and hooking my elbow with his arm.
When we were in the ultramodern polished stainless steel elevator, I asked, “How was your week?”
“I’m glad it’s over. My Astrophysics professor decided to front load some stuff for the semester and I’m having a bit of trouble getting back into the swing of things.”
“Well, that’s what you get for screwing around in southern France for the entire holiday break.” I poked his side.
“Hey! You could have come too, you know?”
“Don’t act like you don’t know why I didn’t come.” I squinted at him.
“Yeah, yeah...Damien rubs you the wrong way, I get it.” He shrugged.
“He sprung it on us like one week before the trip was going to start. I’m running a business. I can’t just suddenly disappear for a month.” I stopped myself from saying more because I was repeating the lines of the argument we had right before Eddy left.
“If he’d known earlier that his grandparents weren’t using their winter vacation house, he would have let us know earlier.” And now Eddy was also repeating lines from that argument.
As the door to the elevator opened to the seventeenth floor, I said, “The notice wasn’t the problem, it was the expectation that I would just drop everything and go with you two.”
He led me out of the elevator. “Sometimes I think Damien doesn’t realize that other people aren’t rich.”
“And that’s why I have trouble stomaching him.” The hallway had bleached wood panels cut into rectangles with such sharp edges it looked as though they’d draw blood if one touched them.
“Yeah, it’s annoying, but he really tries to understand. He has empathy, you know? I wouldn’t be his friend if he didn’t, you know that, right?”
“Look, you two have been friends for over a decade, so I’ll try to give him the benefit of the doubt, okay?” I gave Eddy a reassuring squeeze around the middle as he unlocked the dark-walnut door.
“Yeah, I know you will.” After opening the door, he said, “Good news is that he’s gone until really late tonight. He’s out with his boyfriend for a Super Blood Wolf Moon bar hop thing.”
The mere promise of sex was enough to make me wet. A good tactic for fighting my lycanthropy was getting off before the full moon was in view. That way, I wasn’t as easily drawn in. “You already had dinner, right?”
“Yep! I got your message.”
“Good, I was starving before I got on the train.”
“You might want to set alarms so you remember to eat at the right times.” He helped me out of my coat and hung it in the coat closet.
The beautiful bleached wood doors of the upper kitchen cabinets hung above white marble countertops and and walnut-colored doors below. It was the most beautiful kitchen I’d ever seen and one of many things that made me jealous of Damien’s lifestyle. That Eddy got to share this upscale apartment with him was one of many things that proved Eddy was far luckier than I.
“Yeah, maybe,” I said as I looked through the floor-to-ceiling windows at the quiet Sunday twilight of Boston.
We got our shoes off and put them on the shoe rack and he got his coat hung up as I ruffled his black curly hair. When he turned around, I gave him a peck on the lips and then leaned against the wall behind me seeing if he’d close the space between us to give me more kisses.
“Want to play some Smash while we wait for the moon to rise? I’ve got the telescope and everything set up already.” He rubbed his hands together and grinned like an eager kid. His overflowing love for that game was adorable.
I had to stop being coy when I wanted kisses. He never seemed to catch on. It was fine, though. The full lunar eclipse wasn’t until around midnight, so I didn’t need him to get me off right that moment, plus it had been a really long time since we’d gotten to play Smash against each other. I thought about which character I wanted to play while he turned on the big screen TV that basically took up the whole wall. I sat on the sleek modern black-and-grey-speckled velvety couch and put my feet up on the pinkish-beige marble and steel coffee table.
On the coffee table sat a large glass jar with a hinged lid that was filled to the brim with tabletop RPG dice all colors, all sizes and sparkly as hell. It was my favorite decorative piece in the entire apartment.
Still grinning, Eddy handed me a controller and plopped down next to me. I played as Zelda and he played as Sonic when we started off. We did it one on one and he wiped the floor with me. I realized he’d brought his Nintendo Switch to France and had time to practice the entire time he was on vacation. Judging by how good he was, I wondered if he even went outside during his trip.
But he hadn’t been playing against me, and I just kept at it picking different characters and seeing how he dealt with them. Complicating matters was the funny business in my crotch. Most of it was just twitches and wetness, nothing that outright signaled lycanthropy, but that changed right when I was about to win a match. We were both on our last stock, I was playing Wolf and he was playing adult Link. I had him over a hundred percent while I was at sixty. I had a pokeball, he’d thrown a bomb at me and was rushing me to try to get to me before I threw it.
Right when I was about to put up my shield, my pussy winked big time. Maybe it was more like a full pussy spasm? The ripple started in my deepest depths and worked its way to my opening. I groaned and dropped the controller as something just short of an orgasm took hold of me. I hadn’t been paying attention, the full moon was out, but the eclipse hadn’t started yet. I just had to focus, to push back against the changes. I’d done it before.
Each breath I took as I tried to regain my composure, my clit grew two sizes. Soon it was pressing my labia apart. A deep rubbing, like someone putting the palm of their hand against my pussy and just pressing down while moving in a circle, got me to claw at the couch.
“Hey? Britt? You okay?” Eddy’s voice was colored by his surprise, a higher pitch than normal.
Another ripple, this time starting with a wink at my labia and traveling inwards, made me arch my back and moan. I could feel my labia thickening, getting more leathery as they were kneaded by unseen fingers.
Eddy was now half-standing with his cellphone in his hand looking like he wasn’t sure if he should grab me and try to help me somehow or call 911. “Britt? Talk to me, please. I don’t know what to do!”
I grabbed at my jeans and unbuttoned them. “Fuck me, fuck me right now!” I bellowed as I brought all my will to bare on stopping further changes.
He stared at me.
“I’m serious! Get me out of these pants and stick something in me! I don’t care what. Your hands, your cock, whatever!”
The blush on his face appeared almost as quickly as flicking on a light switch. He unzipped my zipper and pulled my pants off. As he grabbed at my panties, they started to tear. The pleasure from my snatch had masked the telltale signs of my hips widening. He was too slow!
While he was pulling my panties down my legs to get them off, I shoved two fingers into myself and started pumping making extra effort to rub my broad equine clit.
He hurriedly pulled off his pants and boxers saying, “What’s gotten into you?”
“I’m in estrus!” I blurted out without really thinking.
“Uhh, humans don’t--”
“Fuck ME NOW!” I commanded.
He tried to get himself hard for about three seconds before he decided that he couldn’t just shift into high gear given this intense situation. So, instead, he pulled my hand away and put his head between my legs.
“Use your fingers too!”
“What happened to your clit and why are your lab--”
I grabbed his head and put his face against my pussy. “No time to explain! Just get me off!”
He pulled his head away just enough to slip a couple of his wonderful thick fingers into me and then he started licking. My tongue hung out the side of my mouth as I moaned and undulated on the couch. Yes! I would be okay! He was going to get me off and then the lycanthropy would be easier to control.
Now that he was concentrating on getting me off, he wasn't nearly as timid about my pussy's new equine traits. He pressed his tongue against my plump clit, he added another finger and pumped harder. I clutched his hair so tight that I was pulling on it, making him unable to pull away.
He didn't want to. I don't know if it was the taste or him being turned on by how much I needed him, but he was earnest in his work. Every so often, he'd pull his fingers out so he could taste me and it was during one of those moments, with his nose mashed up against my clit, that the built up pleasure conflagrated inside me.
I pulled his hair and thrust my hips as my pussy winked and made a mess of his beard. The amount of wetness that splashed out of me left him sputtering and gasping. When I finally let go of his hair, he fell backwards and panted to catch his breath.
It was a glamorous high. So much tension diffused, converted to heady relaxation. His eyes never left my crotch, disbelief coloring his face. Once I could manage to speak, I said, "So, sometimes the full moon does things to me."
"By 'does things,' do you you mean it gives you a horse pussy?" I couldn't read his expression. His eyes hadn't left my crotch and I was starting to feel a bit self-conscious.
"Yeah, actually. My mom's side of the family has some interesting history."
"But that doesn't happen. Werewolves, uhh..." He paused for a moment. "Were-horse-pussies aren't a thing. So, either you pulled a Poison Ivy and put on some hallucinogens in your lipstick or you got some very kinky plastic surgery done."
"Oh, I'm sorry, do you not remember the fact that my pussy didn't look like this when you started?" I glared at him. "Why would I even make something like that up?"
"I don't know, you're embarrassed about blowing your savings on getting a mare pussy."
Crossing my arms, I said, "Will you believe me when my pussy goes back to normal in like ten minutes?"
"It's not gonna happen because it's impossible, but sure, if I saw it go back to normal, I'd start believing in lycanthropy and witches and bigfoot and crystals that can cure cancer, all that good stuff!"
I rolled my eyes. "You can't just group all those together."
"Why not? They're all about as real as unicorns." He went over to the kitchen and opened a drawer on the island to get some cloth napkins. Leaning over the sink, he washed the product of my orgasm off of his beard and nose before drying himself with one of the napkins. He wet half of the other one and then brought it over to me.
Taking the napkin, I said, "Okay, if you think it's plastic surgery, where did I go get it done?" Now he was getting on my nerves. Just this once, I wanted him to take my word for it. That way I could explain things and properly set up his expectations.
"Wait, is the place you got it done even legal?" he asked. "Not that it's a big deal, I just hope the mob isn't going to come and try to take that pussy back."
I was about to yell at him for being so damn sure of himself when he didn't know what he was talking about when I realized something. Something that made me grin. "Does that mean you like it?"
Staring at me like a deer caught by headlights, he blushed as his cock started to harden.
When I got an equine pussy, it was basically like being in heat. Just seeing him get hard from my teasing brought heat to my loins. "You wanna feel what it's like to fuck it?"
"Gah!" he exclaimed as he got completely stiff.
"Well too bad, you're gonna have to wait till the next full moon."
"A whole m-month?" he stuttered.
"Yeah because it's part of my lycanthropy." I used the napkin to clean myself up. I did so very slowly, putting on a show for him.
His eyes sparkled with understanding. "This whole time! You didn't mean it literally, you've been trying to role play with me...You got that done while I was gone knowing I'd love it!"
I put on my torn panties and pulled up my pants. "In ten minutes, you're going to feel like the world's biggest idiot."
"Sorry, I can do better." He cleared his voice. "Please, mistress, can I fuck your horse pussy? My stallion cock can't wait an entire month."
"Get your pants on and fight me in Smash. And in ten minutes, I'll show you my pussy and blow your goddamn mind."
His brow furrowed as he pulled on his boxers and jeans. "I'm sorry, I really do like your equine pussy. It's a really cool thing you did there, so unique and very very hot. Was worth every penny."
"Thanks," I said while picking up a controller. “Let’s play a few Smash matches while we wait.”
“Uhh, okay?” His confusion was so thick that he grabbed the controller and just kinda held it while staring at me.
“Come on, let’s play!” I started the game again.
When I started winning, Eddy switched gears from bewildered boyfriend to wannabe professional gamer. I won the first two matches with Zelda, but he won the third and the fourth because he switched to Chrom, which I suspected was his best character. He seemed to care a lot more when he was losing with Chrom and whooped in joy when he won.
We lost track of time again because I remembered that I’d had a lot of fun with Greninja in the couple weeks before he left on his trip and actually played Greninja more when I was visiting a friend’s house. Greninja really suited my play style and Eddy was struggling to figure out how to deal with him.
It was our tenth match and we were both at very high damage, one good hit could have knocked either of us off. He came at me with a dash attack and I timed Greninja’s counter perfectly. When I knocked Chrom off the screen, Eddy sounded like he’d just been shot. It was incredibly satisfying. I just sat there and relished in my first real win when Eddy was playing at his best.
"Again," was all he said when he recovered.
This time it was even closer, but I won by hitting him with a pokeball when he was trying to jump back to the stage. He was so in the zone that he didn't react other than to say, "Can we try it without items this time?"
It felt like someone was dragging a feather along my labia. I figured that it was my pussy returning to normal. It had taken longer than I was used to. "Sure, how about three more matches and then we take a look at my pussy?"
His blank "serious gaming" face broke into a smile. "Sure! Then we can start watching the lunar eclipse."
"Oooh, we could have a nice long fuck while we watch it." It seemed it was going to take a lot more to satisfy me tonight. I was starting to enjoy the strength of this full moon. Once he got over the shock of seeing that I'd changed back, I was gonna let him fuck me nice and hard.
With a grin, he said, "We could move the couch right up against the window."
"That sounds perfect!" I licked his neck and he shivered under my tongue. When I was done teasing him, I said, "Now let's get smashing."
That tickling sensation continued as we played and I couldn't help but get moist. I shifted my buttocks back and forth on the couch feeling an electric excitement pulse through me. He was used to fighting Greninja by now and nearly won the first match. The next one was incredibly difficult because I wanted to toss the controller and pull off my pants and get him inside me.
He won a bit more easily than I wanted, but his joy at finally beating me was amusing. Pumping his fist, hollering, standing up and hopping around.
I just laughed at him not fully understanding why people did that. When I won, I might say, "Yes!" and pump my fist once, but this sort of display was as silly as a mating dance. "Are you gonna sit down so we can play one more?"
"Yeah, sorry." His self-conscious blush as he sat back down was so cute!
This time, we were neck and neck the whole match and ended up in sudden death. A series of little pricks between my legs distracted me as I dashed toward his character and by the time my attention was back on the game, he was countering me and sending me off the screen.
As he started his victory display, I grabbed his arm. "Come here." I was sure my pussy was fully changed back and I couldn't wait to see his response.
Moving toward me, he puckered his lips. I moved my head up to meet him and we shared a firm kiss as he reached down and unbuttoned my pants. He broke the kiss to pull them down. Then he raised an eyebrow when he saw my panties. "Were these torn when you put them on?"
"No, it's complicated. Just get them off." I was lucky that I'd worn a stretchy pair of jeans. I'd made a poor decision on the panties: they were one of my oldest pairs and ready to come apart.
While he made a show of sliding my panties down, I wondered why my hips didn't seem any narrower. His exasperated voice brought me right back to the present. "H-how!? What the?"
"Oh fuck!" It was dark down there, a charcoal-like tone. Well, that explained why my hips hadn't changed back. This was bad.
"How did you--?" He wanted to blame me for the dark leathery horse flesh between my legs. But his life experience gave him no explanation of how someone would accomplish that magic trick let alone the dusting velvety reddish-brown fur flanking my snatch.
The truth was all I had to offer. "I'm a were-centaur, Eddy."
"Oh, a were-centaur..." He nodded trying to take in the information, but I think his brain crashed. First his brow furrowed, then he looked away from my pussy, looked back at it, looked away again, looked back. When he found the reality-breaking evidence was still there, his lips crinkled into a pained shape and tears started to fall from his eyes. "I've finally lost my mind!"
I got off the couch and pulled him into my arms. "No, no, you haven't. Back in antiquity, some people were cursed with lycanthropy. Crap, I didn't mean for that to rhyme." I sighed as he sniffled. "As it happens, one of my ancient ancestors was cursed to turn into a centaur and now it runs in my family."
"B-but magic isn't real," he protested.
"Technology supplanted magic, but some of it is still around." I changed my grip on him so I was holding his shoulders and stepped back to look in his eyes. "You trust me, right? You trust that I wouldn't play a prank and carry it on this long, right?"
"I think so?" He sniffled.
I didn't blame him for being cautious. The first time I saw my mom transform, I was terrified. But his current state wouldn't do. If I was going to avoid the full transformation, he needed to help me get off. "Think about it this way, if this is all a dream or some sort of hallucination, you'll be able to figure it out. You'll wake up, or the magic shrooms you ate will clear from your system and the world will be back to normal."
"Did we do magic shrooms?" His eyes widened.
"No!" I rolled my eyes. "How about this: Why not just enjoy it whether it's reality or not? Why not just fuck a horse pussy for the first time, eh?" I wiped his eyes and then grabbed his hand and moved it to my sex.
Curiosity got the better of him and his fingers started to explore the puffy rise of my equine labia. "This is so strange."
"Is that a complaint?" I asked.
"No..." His voice was soft, distant, as if he was still trying to make sense of the situation.
Now was not the time to hold back. I tilted my hips toward him and kissed him passionately. He moaned as he started rubbing at the slickness between my labia. His tongue and mine played with each other’s teeth, our breaths puffing out of our noses. I couldn’t help but wink down there and he couldn’t help but spear me with a couple digits. We went on like this for a good couple minutes before I poking sensation at my tailbone reminded me we were on a time limit. I reached down and started undoing his pants.
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Zmeydros
As it should!
JourneymanIK
Yes, my corruption spreads!
