[Story] N.P. Reveals Her Werehorse Secret (Patreon)

Somehow you met N.P. You hit it off, start dating. Things are going really well. Then one day she says she needs to show you something and she won't blame you if you left her. "Why the fuck would I ever leave N.P.?" you think to yourself. "It's something fucking crazy," she says. You can't even begin to guess what she's talking about.

Her driver takes you two to a farm way out in the countryside. "Is she a murderer or something? Is she going to show me a body? Is she going to kill me?"

She leads you to a barn. "It's time," she says, "I'm a werehorse." You think she's fucking with you. "Am I on Punk'd?" you say, "Is that still a thing? How did you get my browsing history?"

Suddenly, she screams. Her face contorts in pain and discomfort. Her nostrils flare. You hear the crack of bones and cartilage as her skull begins to shift - her nose and mouth extending outwards forming a snout. She lets out a snort and what sounds like half neigh, half scream. Then the changes stop. She looks more relaxed - well, as relaxed as a girl who just transformed into a horse monster could be.

"What do you think? I'm a fucking freak right? I'm goddamn hideous," she says with a noticeably deeper voice.

"You're not going to believe this..." you say, "I have a transformation fetish."