Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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Conflation - Third Month
In which it is Revealed that the Above Narrated Events have been Unfolding in the same
Time & Place (more or less) as those in "Charlotte the Harlot".
Alice and May had secretly been skinny-dipping in Abigail Lewis' quiet pond for years
. But timing is everything. By chance they had finally encountered their unwitting host just after she'd been upgraded to become 'Mistress of the Horses', her lower half now the rubberized facsimile of a stallion (excepting that she sported vagina where a set of horsey balls might be expected). And then there'd been Fran: a freshly minted, latex-hided and slightly unconvincing pony.
The cousins found they'd stumbled on a whole new world.
First Lewis and Fran, of course, but within weeks the Latex Clubbers were bussed in. Lewd in appearance and concupiscent in temperament, their shiny latex skin was hypersensitive to the point where the touch of clothing, let alone flesh, could bring them to orgasm ... not that they often deigned to wear clothing.
More importantly, it was on the day the first wave of Latex Girls arrived that Alice and May were inducted into the LG fold - although in
their
cases the changes, while extreme, were not readily apparent. At least not until you saw them in action.
It was not totally about the sex, of course. There was some good food; they also engaged in swimming with Coral the mermaid, hanging with Blossom and her bovine friends, and taking turns riding - in several senses - Sable (a standard issue horse).
Also once Demi and Eve, the duo of bat-winged demoness-clones, had got the hang of flying, they'd take the girls up for spins around the property. All that swooping, gleeful shouting, and occasional deep groping - what with those prehensile demon tails - was very exciting. (When the 'Supreme Mistress Lori' suggested that someone spotting them could get the wrong idea, Alice pointed out that the sight of demons carrying off screaming girls should cure anybody - else - of trespassing.)
So fine - all together, there was a lot of fucking.
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In the event, May and Alice had been 'working' at the newly-christened Wellness Centre ranch for over a month and they'd been far too busy to visit home - what with one often boisterous and/or vulgar thing or another. They were aware that they wouldn't be greatly missed (both had sufficient older siblings to work the family farms), which was true until the morning they suddenly realised it was Alice's mother's birthday - complete with a long-planned family gathering.
They had just enough time to hunt for some clothing, and sort out their deeply tangled hair. Their discarded sundresses eventually turned up - sans underwear, which was long gone - but that was enough. Once home they could party the weekend with duds from Alice's stash in the broken-down travel trailer she had been using as a bedroom the past few years.
They also found their boots. These hadn't been needful all summer, but now they were going to ride their long-parked quads down the same trails they'd used when first they came ... to say nothing of passing themselves off as proper farmers when they got to their former home turf.
As they were saddling up their machines, Lori stopped by to hand them a fistful of cash, to back up the story that they were gainfully employed on Miss Lewis's ranch (and glorified health farm for city folk - hence the overwrought gates).
"And try not to shag everything in sight," their friend had added.
The family visit had started out great - the in-laws and out-laws gathered at Alice's place for the huge pot-luck added up to quite a crowd. After a while, though, when they tried to go for a quick diddle together, they found they were constantly waylaid by yet another relation keen to catch up on lost gossip. The need to take the edge off the growing lust that was part of the Latex Girl package continued to grow as the evening wore on. They whispered fantasies about cousins Bill and Jerri; then about Wilber the dog. Finally Sable came to mind - and another old friend.
"Mom - do Jill and Doug still have Midnight?"
"No ... they moved to the city a while back. I still see Midnight once in a while, though. Their kids ... no, it was their niece and her husband that moved in, or the other way 'round. I remember you and May used to spend a lot of time over there, but I don't think you met their relations. Drop by and introduce yourselves sometime. David and, uh, Gina, I think they are. Or Jenny, maybe."
It took several increasingly fidgety hours before the girls could slip away, claiming they were off to bed over in Alice's trailer. They stopped there long enough for a quick grind - which was enhanced by their writhing cunt-mounted tongues - and then they put back on the old sundresses and boots they deemed more suitable to their quest. From there they had to dodge umpteen relatives just to get to cover behind the barn ... within which, somewhere among the hay bales, they could hear the now very familiar sounds of an impending orgasm. It was Cousin Jerri's muffled voice, and while it was unclear whether she had successfully found a place to do a solo, or whether she had company, it made their own already returning need all the more acute.
They quickly discussed what to do. They could offer to join her (and her companion, if any) or go for the gusto and hike the mile or so to Midnight's barn. The action heating up behind the wall was tempting, especially when Jerri started gasping, "Fuck me!" This seemed to rule out a tryst with Mary-and-Carry Fivefingers - and, most likely, with Wilber.
However, although they had no objection to doing relatives - witness their dinnertime fantasies, to say nothing of their own frolics - there might be complications, since they were unaware of any other such familial activities. By now they could hear rude whispers. Nearly everyone here was, at the very least, a second cousin. Jerri (and whomever was boinking her) might be more than commonly embarrassed if they waltzed in.
More to the point, there was a risk of accidentally giving away their superhuman abilities ... by clamping their vice-like pussies on someone's unsuspecting dick, for instance.
They settled on a compromise. They started walking over the fields, but stopped to fist one another whenever there was sufficient shrubbery to hide behind.
The next issue was how to approach their target. The ranch-house lights were on, but introducing themselves and then immediately asking for quiet time with their stallion seemed like a non-starter. That left stealthing into the stables in the growing dark. Knowing the layout helped considerably - they soon found the beast, which whickered with excitement. Before, of course, they'd merely admired the powerful creature, and his substantial yard. But now ...
May went first (they having compromised on the short-straw system, rather than the coin toss or rock-paper-scissors). Midnight having been led out of his stall, she crouched in front of him on a hay bale while Alice massaged his ever-ready member to attention. He was surprisingly open to the idea, and mounted her smoothly, as though there was nothing unusual about humping girls. Because May was clamping down enough to savour her first proper fuck in hours, it took a little longer than it might have; but Midnight didn't seem to mind.
Alice did, a bit, but her turn came soon enough. She, too, milked the experience ... as it were. Midnight was still in good form, driving deep into Alice's chest as she clung to the bale to brace herself. May had recovered enough to stand alongside, whispering lewd encouragement to both horse and girl. Thus it was that both were sufficiently distracted to be taken by surprise when a light snapped on.
They were suddenly floodlit as though on a stage - caught in a beam that glittered with the motes of hay lofted by their activities - but they could still make out their audience: a delightfully naked woman staring transfixed by the performance. She was perhaps a bit taller than them (which is to say, not very) and nearly as curvy as their newly reconfigured selves. Backlit, her features were harder to distinguish, but her cloud of curly auburn hair glowed around her head. Below, enough of her pussy could be seen to reveal a dark shaved arrow pointing down to her action center.
They themselves still wore their thin dresses, although Alice's was rucked up to her waist so that she could clearly be seen to be impaled on Midnight's noble lance, while May's failed to conceal the copious cum seeping down the inside of her legs (to say nothing of her sticky chin). And of course both girls were liberally coated with straw, bonded to them by sweat and stallion jiz.
Alice was the first to speak. "Ah. Oh. Hi. We were just ... BLURKkkk ..." The projectile force of the horse's ejaculation blasting from her mouth interrupted whatever explanation she might have concocted, and she was reduced to liquid, gargled groans as her own orgasm took her.
