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Kotep & Survivor00 - Country Lovin'

Survivor00

Survivor00

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Jan 9, 2009
Location
A cardboard box on the side of the road. But it's
Joss grunted, dragging a heavy bad of feed over from the back of the pickup truck to the barn, gripping the sides tightly and lobbing it on top of a growing pile of identical bags. With his parents out onâ?¦whatever they were on, they had put him and his little sisâ?? in charge of their farm until they got back. He didnâ??t mind that much; he got to drive the truck around, so he could take his pals next door into town to swipe some beer from the convenience store. But it also meant that they were working almost from dawn to dusk, taking time out to eat and little more. There was always work to do here.

â??Câ??mon, Sisâ??! Am I gonna have to do all this by myself?!â? He shouted out the barn door, his fingers aching all the way down to his wrist. He reached into the truck bed and grabbed another bag, pulling it over to the edge of the truck and dropping it to the ground below. The horses were out in the pasture, getting their exercise, and where was his sister?

Joss left the bag in the middle of the barn, walking outside into the driveway. â??Hey Sisâ??! Where are yaâ???â?
 
"I'm in my room!" his sister's voice cried from a window opened just a crack on the second floor of the house. "What's wrong, do you need me?" she asked, sounding almost like she was irritated that he was bothering her at a time like this. In truth, she was afraid of leaving her room.

She'd gotten up that day like almost every other day, and hd gone through her normal routine until, after washing her short brown hair in the shower, she'd put her hands down and felt hair brush against them. Using the mirror in her room, she could see that there was an equine tail sticking out of the base of her back, swishing slightly.

She hadn't left her room since, and now she could swear that the clothes she'd put on (with the tail hanging out above the waist of her jeans) were fitting tighter now. "I think I'm coming down with something!" she lied.
 
"Well then get down here!" He shouted back towards her bedroom window. It was nearly noon, and the only reason he had let her sleep in was because it was her birthday. "Of course I need you, we've got shit to do!" He grumbled and tossed another sack of feed onto the pile. He hoped that she didn't think she would get to skimp out on all the work because it was her birthday. Hell, Pa had made him work on his!

"Well get over it and get out here!" He slammed the hatch on the truck bed closed, walking around to the front and climbing into the driver's seat. Starting the truck, he pulled it away from the barn and parked in in the driveway where it belonged. He turned on the radio, leaving that on as he headed back over to the barn. There was always work to be done.
 
Grumbling angrily and tugging on her tail, she managed to dig up a big pair of overalls that she pulled on over her shirt. It pushed her tail up against her back in an uncomfortable position, but she didn't have much choice. Walking with a slight stiffness in her gait, she left the house and joined her brother over by the barn. She didn't talk to him, lest the slight strained tone in her voice would give away that something was wrong. She simply hefted one of the bags of feed up over her shoulders and carried it into the barn, her mind far distant from what she was doing. It was a struggle for him to carry bags like that, and she was younger than he was, too. Granted, she did seem to struggle too, but...
 
"Fine'ly." He muttered when she walked out the front door, grabbing another back and hauling it over his shoulder, so there wasn't a chance of it ripping open on the gravel driveway. "Took your damn sweet ti-" He watched as his little sis' grabbed one of those feed bags and hauled it up over her shoulder with...moderate ease. He blinked, waiting for her to drop the bag, or stumble, but she carried the sack right past him with the stability of a mule, tossing it up on the growing pile of bags. "Uh..." He seemed somewhat dumbstruck, since he was three years her senior, and even he had trouble lifting those heavy bags. Sheking his head, he just walked over and dumped his bag onto the pile as well.
 
She snorted lightly at Joss as she passed him on the way back, as if angry at him for making her come out--though it wasn't from any sort of birthday entitlement, though he didn't know that. The pile had grown by a couple more in a few minutes, but when she hurled the latest one onto the pile, it tumbled down, ripping open and spilling before she was able to catch it. Her nose flared and she gazed down at the small pile of feed sitting between bags. She hadn't eaten yet today, and she was pretty hungry. Barely thinking, she bent over, pushing her face into the feed like an animal and eating hungrily.
 
"Don't get huffy with me, Sis. Pa put me in charge while they're 'way. So if I gotta be out here working, you should as well." Joss remarked as he hefted another bag over to the pile, back and forth. Finally, it was the last back left in the tuck - thank God. He heard one of the bags fall from the upper part of the pile, followed by the pitter-patter of grain as it poured over the rest of the pile and he groaned. At least it was the only bag that had - He turned around to bring the last bag over, when he saw something that really froze him to the spot. His little sister had her face buried in the pile of spilled grain and oats, munching away as if though there wasn't a problem in the world.

"'Ey?! What the hell, Sis? What's the matter with you?"
 
She was quite engaged with her eating, munching away hungrily at the grainy feed. She heard her brother yelling at him and stood up, cocking her head and giving him a confused look. "Ah'm hungry, that's what's the matter. Ain't had breakfast yet and ah can't resist food right in front'a me," she said, ,her hands on her hips. The chest of her overalls was beginning to grow frayed, her bust seeming to swell up over the top of the denim. More noticeable were the long ears sticking out of the side of her head, covered in light brown fur. Her accent seemed to have grown more pronounced, too.
 
He was silent when she turned to face him, her still blossoming body was now pressing at her overalls like a balloon inflating. Her shirt was pulled even tighter, and in the silence that swept up around him, he could hear the threads of her blouse tearing. She was getting...taller, too. Her ears pushed out further, coated in a brown...fuzz? That matched her hair. His jaw was slack, he couldn't work it, couldn't get his tongue to work either. He was flat out dumbstruck. Her country accent grew even thicker in his ears, and he blinked again and again, rubbing his eyes. He had to be dreamin', somethin', this couldn't be right.

"Ssss-Suh-Sis'? You-You're uhh...you're..."
 
"Ah'm what?" she asked almost incredulously, folding her arms below her chest. The light pressure made the denim split open, revealing the two swelling breasts beneath her now very tight shirt. All her clothes were tight now, thanks to her powerfully toned body and her curves. "Ah tell you what, horny is what ah am," she groaned softly, grabbing the shreds of her overalls and pulling to peel the tight denim off of her body. The short brown fur was spreading over her skin, and her face was slowly starting to stretch forward. Her shoes were completely torn to shreds, her feet replaced with sturdy hooves.
 
He watched her body stretch and swell, her arms - muscled, more than his, crossing in front of her breasts, the denim tearing sharply and draping down, revealing just how much she had truly grown. Her blouse was creeping up her stomach, past her navel, her skin completely covered in that light brown fur. She peeled the denim away, tearing it in some spots, something that would take an incredible amount of strength. "H-Horny?" He stammered, looking at her as her feet curled up into hard, black hooves that tore open her shoes, a thick, equine tail fraying out behind her. A fierce boner was straining against his jeans - he was so hard that it hurt. He had to be dreamin', there couldn't be another explanation to it.

He watched his former sister's face pressing out and out, into a muzzle. She was turnin' into a mare...or something like one. She was still standin' upright, and her hands remained unchanged, 'sides for the fur. He closed his eyes for a moment. "Ahh what the hell. If I'm dreamin', might s'well make the best of it." He undid his jeans and pulled them down to his knees, groaning in relief when his erection was freed. He slid his drawers down too, revealing it for her.
 
"Aw gawd yes!" the big mare groaned as she saw his raging erection freed from its confines, sticking out proudly in the air. She tore off the last of her clothes, then moved forward comfortably on her hooves, walking up to him, pushing him back against the side of the ruck, and pushing her mouth against his, their lips locked in a powerful kiss. He could feel every last sensation going through the sensitive flesh of his cock as her hot folds were pushed up against his flesh, then with help from her powerful muscles, slowly squeezed into her tight slit. "Ah needa fuck somethin' fierce," she moaned, starting to buck against him excitedly.
 
She tore the remains of her clothes from her muscled form with her powerful hands, leaving them on the barn floor, pushing him out of the barn and pinning him up against the side of the truck with such force that it actually rocked back on the axle a little bit. The hot metal stung his ass, but he didn't even have time to wince as her plump lips were suddenly latched to his, blowing every fuse in his mind. He'd had some awfully intimate dreams 'fore, and nothin' like this... But as soon as her fuzzed cunt engulfed his shaft, it was too real to be a dream.

He was fuckin' his sister. His sister done turned into a mare-thing, taller and stronger than Pa, and she was banging him into the side of the truck so hard it was starting to hurt. But he couldn't voice a word of protest even if his lips had been freed. It just felt too damn good for him to stop. He started rutting back into her as forcefully as he could muster - when compared to her strength still probably wasn't much.
 
Kaylee was having the time of her life. She'd never felt more sensitive before, and she'd never had such a good time before--not that she'd had many, with her dad keeping a close watch on his little girl. She arched her back, whinnying loudly and shoving her heavy breasts up against Joss's face, squeezing his head between her cleavage and the side of the car. Her hips were moving like a powerful piston, pumping back and forth without tiring or hesitating, driving his cock in and out of the tight, muscular pussy that she was enjoying just as much as he was. "Ain't never had no fuck this good," she gasped down at him, her chest heaving with her heated breaths. "Y'all gone one helluva cock."
 
Her powerful body rode his with all the power of a horse, squeezing his cock like a vice while she forced her breasts into his face. He nuzzled the glistening coat that covered her body, managing to lick at her dark, hard nipples. "God Kay-leeee!" A rather vigorous bounce from her made him heave out the last part of her name. His cock was startin' to feel rather funny, although he was certain that any part of him would feel funny after being ridden this hard by somethin'. He reached up and pulled his shirt off, casting it aside, so it was bare flesh against fur. He grit his teeth, "Harder..." He gasped, a little challenge for her.

His normally oil-black hair seemed to be taking on a bit of a lighter hue as he challenged her to fuck him even harder, his eyes a curious mix of brown and emerald green.
 
"Y'all one...tough li'l fuck, ain'cha," she groaned, her arms wrapped tightly around him, muscles flexing as she tried to pull him closer. She was nearly insatiable, grinding up against him with nearly enough force to break his flimsy human hips, snorting and stomping her feet as she managed to force him deeper and deeper into her incredibly tight sex. "Aw gawd, Joss, y'all never told me you was such a good fuck. Ah can't git enough'a you," she snorted, pulling his face from out of her cleavage and kissing him forcefully, letting her thicck tongue push past his lips and into his mouth.
 
He let out a moan, slightly from pain, mostly from the unbelievable pleasure he was feeling. The sound of her hooves scraping up gravel, her lewd whinneys, her muscular body squeezing against him, forcing him deeper inside of her 'til he couldn't go no deeper, he was surprised that her hadn't blown his load all over the inside of her tight cunt. "G-Gawd! Kaylee, y'all incredible! I ain't never felt anything this good before!" His words were cut off by her tongue being forced inside of his mouth, but he didn't care, he let her do it. His balls ached, why ain't he cum yet?

His skin was starting to look a little pale, his eyes now a bright, emerald green as his own changes started to happen, slower than hers, but he was starting to get a little smaller, his chest just starting to push out a little. If he hadn't been too busy fucking the mare that had been his sister, he would have also noticed the carrot-orange tail that was starting to form behind him.
 
Kaylee had him pinned with her weight and her strength against the side of his truck, which rocked every time she impaled herself onto his shaft. She was quieter, though still groaning and grunting, wrapped up in the powerful kiss, her tongue exploring Joss's mouth. She slowly ran her hands over his body, pressing against his inordinately sensitive chest and giving the brand new equine tail a gentle tug. The motions of her body were growing more forceful, driving his cock into her tight pussy harder, almost like it was getting harder for her to get the same pleasure as before.
 
He wasnâ??t going nowhere, even if she hadnâ??t had him pinned to the ground. His body was changing faster now, his waist slimming out, curves forming where there had been none. His nipples were as hard as hers and starting to swell, and he let out an effeminate mewl when her powerful hands ran over them. He gasped, his eyes wide, as he felt a tug from his behind. â??What in the hellâ??re yâ??allâ?¦â? He gasped at his own voice, sounding moreâ??nâ??more like a woman. His cock was aching horribly, but he realized that he had been shrinking this whole time, in both ways. Not only was he smaller than he had been as a human, his cock had shrunk too. His hair fell around his shoulders, bright and orange, while his lips had plumped out too.

â??Whatâ??sâ?¦happeninâ???â? She giggled, looking up at Kaylee. He was lookinâ?? less and less like her big brother, and moreâ??nâ??more like a slutty, young mare.
 
"Ah think yer turnin' inta a girl," Kaylee told the transforming mare, lifting her hips away once there was nothing left to push against. Her hand slid down her front, until her fingers met the soft folds that had only been there for a few seconds. She spread them and thrust two fingers into her suddenly, pushing into her incredibly tight pussy. The sudden intrusion seemed to jump-start her transformation, making her breasts surge forward and her hips and ass suddenly expand, giving her the stereotypical horse's broad hips and well-rounded ass.
 
She giggled, "Ah think yer right..." She purred in a rich, country girl drawl. Looking up at the older mare, she leaned back as she felt those powerful fingers slide down her front between her swelling breasts, around her bellybutton, and down between her thighs. She shuddered as those very fingers spread apart her newly formed folds, and plunged deeply inside her. She whinnied loudly, bucking her hips into those fingers even as they began to swell out. Her chest also surged outwards, and she cried out as she climaxed over the mare's fingers. The jailbait mare looked up, the last of her changes finalizing, her lips becoming slightly more plump as her muzzle finished forming. She giggled and kissed Kaylee's breast. "Y'all was amazin'..." She murmured, still in her afterglow.
 
"Ah know sis, an' so was you," the slightly older mare cooed, leaning down and nuzzling Jess's nose, her tail flicking from side to side. She let her little sister back down to the ground, letting out a soft sigh and wiping off her brow. "Ah always figured y'all'd grow up ta be a sexy li'l thang," she told her, giggling and cupping one of her sister's heavy breasts, winking at her. "Am ah yer first? Ain't seen nobody runnin' round here so ah don't spec' you gotta boyfriend," she said, giggling louder.
 
She giggled and nuzzled her big sis back, "Ah ain't all grown up yet!" She said proudly, knowing that she was complete jailbait. "Nowhere near as you." She looked enviously upon her older sister's breasts and powerful muscles. But she gasped softly and blushed a little deeper as Kaylee's hand cupped one of her breasts and lifted it up. Her nipple was still hard and oh-so sensitive to those touches. "Y'all my first, Kaylee." She said softly, almost embarrassed. "But ah don't think I'da had it any other way."
 
"Ah'm sure y'all are gonna be tha sexiest mare in town when yer all grown up," she told her sister, giggling and kissing her lightly on the nose. "Now, how 'bout you finish up yer chores, an' ah'll have dinner ready by tha time yer done?" she suggested, though it was really more Kaylee telling her sister what she'd do. She left her to finish up moving the seed into the barn, while she walked back to the house and got to work making a huge salad out of fresh vegetables from the small garden they had.
 
"Aww...do ah have to?" She whined, but knew that her sister wasn't going to back down. She stood to her feet and dusted off her light tan fur, pawing at the gravel with her hooves. She gathered the clothes from her past life from the ground, looking at them as if though she didn't remember where they came from, before shrugging and tying the shirt under her breasts, giving them a little extra push up. Deciding to forgo pants - those ugly overalls didn't fit anyway, Jess set about piling up the last of the feed bags, half tempted to start munching on that.

But sister would get mad if she did.

Clopping softly as she entered the house, she smiled at the delicious smell. "Mmm...that smells wonderful, Kaylee!"
 
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