Redhead Werecow - Full Nelson Anal During TF (Patreon)

Your legs are locked high in the air, pinned back in a tight full nelson, his cock driving up into your ass with a brutal rhythm. You're gasping, moaning, flushed with heat, each thrust pushing you closer to the edge—but something else is happening. Something you thought you had under control. No! This wasn’t supposed to happen anymore.

The pressure hits your face first. A warmth behind your nose, building fast. You try to steady your breathing, but your nostrils twitch and flare uncontrollably. The cartilage stretches, softens, and with each heartbeat your nose pushes outward—fat, wet, and heavy. You whimper, but it warps into a low, guttural sound. Your upper lip pulls forward, dragging the rest of your face with it until you’re left snorting through a thick, trembling *snout*.

Yet you don’t stop moving. Your hips keep grinding down against him. Working in rhythm with his movements.

Your toes curl, flexing awkwardly. Then they seize. A tingling burn pulses through them, spreading fast. You try to move them, but they’re locking in place—stiffening, cracking. The nails darken, widen, merge. One more loud pop, and your toes are gone—replaced by blunt, heavy hooves, suspended in the air, dangling helplessly as your body keeps moving with his.

But he doesn’t notice. He’s too focused. His eyes are shut, lost in the feel of you, in the slick heat, the way you clench tighter with every thrust. You’re changing in his arms—moaning, transforming, *riding* the edge of both orgasm and something monstrous.

Only when he cums, when his body tenses beneath you, filling your ass, does he finally look. His grip falters for just a second. He sees the hooves. The snout. The glazed, wild look in your eyes. You moo right in his face as you orgasm too.

“What the hell?” he mutters in disbelief while still pumping cum into your butthole.

You have some explaining to do.