They were newlyweds, staying at a fancy resort in a faraway country. The beach surrounded them to the west and north. The western beach was beautiful but entirely too crowded for what they wanted to do. Strangely, the northern beach was just as beautiful but completely void of people. It was odd. The man asked the woman at the front desk about the northern beach. The woman looked cagey and said it was off limits for guests. Private. Only for locals.
But the couple really wanted to fuck on the beach.
It wasn’t fenced off or hard to get to. They even had cover in the form of huge rocky outcroppings that completely blocked them from view of the resort and the other part of the beach.
Under the bright midday sun, the newlyweds slipped away to the northern beach, their flip-flops slapping against the warm sand. They spread a blanket behind a massive boulder, the air shimmering with heat. Their laughter was giddy, their pulses quickening with the thrill of breaking the rules.
As they kissed, their touches grew urgent, almost wild. They didn’t notice what was happening to their bodies, the way their breaths turned harsh, snorting while they kissed. The woman climbed atop her husband, settling into reverse cowgirl, the ocean’s rhythm echoing her movements. Her moans deepened, raw and guttural, as she came once, then twice, each climax fiercer than the last. Her nose itched, growing pink and moist, but she was too consumed to care.
The man’s hands gripped her hips, his fingers thickening, nails hardening into blunt hooves. Coarse, tawny fur sprouted across his chest, spreading rapidly, but his mind was clouded with lust. Her skin softened into a creamy brown hide, her toes fusing into hooves that dangled in the air. Inside her, he felt himself swelling, his penis growing unnaturally, lengthening and thickening into a massive bull cock, filling her in ways that heightened her pleasure to an animalistic peak. She moved faster, her third orgasm tearing through her, her breasts swelling, a tufted tail flicking free.
Her nose was fully cow-like, nostrils flaring, her moans now low moos blending with the crash of waves. Short, curved horns sprouted from his brow, unnoticed as he thrust with primal force, his bull-like girth driving her wild. The waves crashed harder, seemingly, charged with the wild, ancient energy that was reshaping them. His body tensed, a deep bellow escaping as he came, releasing a massive, hot load that filled her completely, her body shuddering with intensity as she mooed in satisfaction, her fourth orgasm.
They collapsed on the sand, heaving, ears twitching, their new forms entwined. The man’s eyes fluttered open, still hazy with desire, but a moment of clarity hit him hard. Her face! Her nose! Her horns! Horror surged through him as he realized what she’d become—what they’d become. He scrambled back, grabbing at his own horns. His massive bull cock, still leaking cum, swayed between his legs. He stared at the cow beast that was his wife and let out a loud, mournful bellow.
He heard something behind him. A dune buggy was pulling up. Resort staff. They each had something in their hands…
Cattle prods.
