[Dorse/Queen's Stallion TF]

"If this is your idea of a warm welcome, I'd hate to know what you do to uninvited guests."

"Oho. Charming. You're capable of wit, despite the fact you're meant to be a captive. Truly impressive, Iowa."

"Thanks! But you know, you're not going to get away with this, Abyssal. Admiral will find me. And he's going to kick your butt back to the bottom of the ocean!"

"I look forward to it."

Iowa had messed up. She had wandered straight into a trap. To be fair, she couldn't help it. She had seen some of those cute Japanese Destroyers on the verge of being overwhelmed by a bunch of Wo-class Abyssals, and she wanted to avoid them getting subjected to a bound and gagged fate. And yet that was exactly what they were planning on, which was why she was currently restrained herself.

The Abyssal that had come to visit her was one of the biggest bitches in the entire Abyssal 'Navy'. Battleship Princess. That black-haired, condescending presence. She was well known around these parts for having personally sunk several important Shipgirls, with Iowa clearly serving as the latest and greatest one. Which did amuse Iowa slightly. She was better than all those Japanese cuties? Heh. She had something to tell Yamato when she got back, that'd probably cause her to blush...

"So, like..." Iowa hung there, with her arms trapped within a couple of strange looking Abyssals. They were bred to be restraints as well as weapons, as they were the ones that had snapped down on her limbs when she fell into the trap. But they really just kinda tickled at this point. She couldn't pry herself free, but she'd like to not be bothered by this sensation more than necessary. "What are you actually going to do to me? You and your kin haven't been able to Abyssalize the Japanese gals, so I'm thinkin' you're working on a different wavelength than the ones off the American coast."

Battleship Princess paused for a second. "You can do that?" Her dominant outlook was shattered for a brief moment, as she adopted a look of deep introspection. "I suppose that should be possible..." She muttered, pacing back and forth. Deep in thought, making her look a lot less intimidating...

Actually, she was kinda cute like this. Which wasn't good for Iowa. She wasn't supposed to fall for the Abyssals. Both literally and physically. "Quit thinkin' too much about what I'm sayin' and just get to the part where you do obviously bad stuff to me! You took away the nice Abyssal that the Admiral liked, what happened to her?" Better get her back on the topic so she didn't look as cute.

"Aaah. Seaport." Battleship Princess giggled as she rested a hand on her cheek. "That traitor... She's quite useful. Though not as useful as the Breeders that were made from your kin. Although... I believe you might just be the perfect fit for her. They do say that Americans believe in Bigger and Better things, no?" She smirked. Indeed, converting Iowa into a breeder wasn't sustainable. They barely had enough lesser Abyssals ready for constant breeding with their current Breeder collection. So hooking her up with Seaport... Ehehehe...

Iowa breathed a mild sigh of relief. Alright, she got to avoid getting made into a preggo gal. She had seen more than enough cases of that back in America. Especially the ones that had recovered and ended up in symbiotic relationships with the Abyssals that were brought back. Honestly, she was a bit envious of those, but she didn't want to betray her Admiral either. He was too cute, she wanted him to be her first... Once he looked at her in that way. He was always more interested in other girls. Ah well. Better just keep patient.

Her relief, as well as her thoughts pertaining to what she would do with the Admiral, were cut short by the appearance of something absolutely absurd. Something lumbering into her containment cell, something that was about twice as big as her, while looking awfully pale and familiar.

The... creature? That came inside had a long phallic neck and a head that was shaped like a cock's head. And moving further down the creature's body, it also had a massive pair of tits that were hanging right behind its forelegs. Nestled in between those breasts were an enormous equine shaft, which matched the overall equine nature of its form. And just like with those tits, the creature's balls were absolutely incredibly huge. Finally, there was a strange Abyssal poking out of both of its holes, thrusting in and out and keeping it nice and horny. Not that one could hear its moans, given the other Abyssal pumping in and out of its mouth...

"What... What in the world is that meant to be?" Iowa asked. All while blushing a little as she felt her body trembling. There was this strange musk hanging in the air, and she was forced to inhale more and more of it. Which was driving her deeper and deeper into pleasure. It made her blush so, so much. Like... God, she just wanted to cum right then and there. She wanted to cum... Lots, and lots, and lots..!

Battleship Princess laughed as she gently caressed the equine creature's cheek, kissing her... Which caused the creature to tremble all over and squirt a bit of cum straight onto the ground, intensifying the musk pouring through the air. "You don't recognize her? You poor thing. I remember how she cried out for you. For the Admiral. For Yamato. For all those human friends she had made before we recaptured her. And you just don't recognize her? What kind of friend would forget somebody that lovable?"

Iowa's eyes widened. She gave the creature another good glance, and then it clicked. This massive monstrosity... This creature... That was... S-Seaport? How!? How in the world had she turned into something this erotic? More importantly, why would the Abyssals twist her into something like this!? "You... You're cruel!"

"Why, thank you." Battleship Princess laughed. Ah, it felt good to be hated by those annoying Shipgirls. It justified everything that she did. Even if that thing was altering one of her own that had been contaminated. "This... We call this form a Queen's Stallion. Not that we'd ever ride on top of one. We just consider it a mockery of all those equines that run around on land." She said, as she gently caressed the altered Seaport Princess' cheek, which made her cum again. "For Seaport Princess' crime of abandoning us and mingling with the Humans, she has been retrofitted into this form. Never to return to normal. And yet, she's not done. There's still more that needs to be done to her. Because as much as we've been able to change her, she's lacking a partner. Something to use that cock on... Or the incredibly fertile womb that's still active within her. And that, dear Iowa, is where you come in."

"Bullshit!" Iowa cried out, though she couldn't really properly fight back. Not after inhaling all of that musk. She could feel the arousal bubbling its way through her, and she could definitely feel her pussy leaking madly through her panties. "You... You won't get away with this. How do you even think you'lllLLLLLLLL-"

A sharp pleasure slammed through her. An intense, overwhelming pleasure. She couldn't see it, but she could feel it. Something had been shoved into her ass. Something long. Thick. Spiky. Something that shouldn't feel good. And yet it did. It felt so good that her mind was about to shatter...

"Don't you worry." Battleship Princess said, licking her lips as she watched the Abyssal get inserted into the vulnerable blonde's ass. "You'll understand exactly how it feels to become a Queen's Stallion. Though your mind might just break before you realize the full truth... And I can't wait to see it happen, ehehehehe..."

Just watching her writhe right then and there was arousing. So much so that the Battleship Princess couldn't stop herself from reaching down and playing with her own cock. All Abyssals were hermaphrodites, and always felt attraction towards these Shipgirls. But trying to court them, trying to masturbate to them, was just going to leave them vulnerable. Just as Seaport had become. Masturbating to a captive girl? That was much more safe. And it would absolutely avoid a lot of the usual problems...

Iowa was having trouble paying attention to anything that was happening. All thanks to the Abyssal spinning around in her ass. It was... God, why did it have to feel this good? It was so good that she could feel her orgasm creeping closer and closer. She wanted to cum. She wanted to cum, and she wanted to cum really hard. But she also wanted to cum somewhere. She wanted to blow her load, despite the fact that she didn't have anything to blow with. She didn't have the same equipment that an Abyssal did...

Seaport whined behind her Abyssal gag, especially as she watched Iowa tremble. She could smell it. She could smell something coming. And her plugged up pussy started to beg for release as a result. Despite how attached she had grown to the American girl, she couldn't go against her instincts. She couldn't go against what her body wanted..!

As Iowa was being overwhelmed by her feelings, things got worse. All thanks to Seaport turning around and pointing her hindquarters towards her. All thanks to that oversized 'Stallion' showing off her plump hind and... and...

The Abyssals that were spinning around inside of Seaport's holes popped out, leaving both gaping and begging for something to fill them. Something big. Something throbbing. Something overwhelmingly huge. And the more that Iowa became aware of that, the more pressure started to grow down below. Something wanted out of her. Something wanted to break free. Could she allow it? She wasn't sure. All that she knew... All that she... Kneeewwww...!

Iowa moaned more and more. She could feel it. She could feel her pussy clamping shut. All while something grew in the place of said pussy. Something long. Something hard. Something thick. Something that was perfect for the two holes in front of her. Something that took control of her thoughts, and forced her to inhale more and more of that concentrated musk. More... More..! Not only was it overwhelming her, but it felt just right..!

The Abyssals that held onto her let go of Iowa, letting her collapse onto her knees. She could feel that Abyssal in her ass drilling harder and harder, and the more it drilled the more she felt the new member between her thighs throb and enlarge. It was bulking out. Growing nearly as thick as her torso. All while she kept staring at those holes. She wanted to plug them up. She wanted to fill them. She wanted to... She wanted to..!

She needed to breed..!

A powerful moan echoed out through Iowa's containment cell. One from her, then followed by one from Seaport Princess. The two were moaning like a pair of rabid animals in the midst of mating. And that's admittedly what it looked like. Despite the sheer size disparity between the two of them. It looked like Iowa was doing her best to cling to the oversized Abyssal, despite how huge she was...

It was an absurd sight. Which was why Battleship Princess was playing with herself more and more. She loved this. She loved the degrading appearance that Shipgirls could adopt, once they had been forced to the brink. Whether it was the Breeders that she had captured and converted, who now lived to do nothing except get impregnated and pop out offspring so they could get pregnant all over again, or these two...

Iowa's initial transformation had gone well. She was captured, overwhelmed by lust. And it was clear that she couldn't control herself either. The only thing that Iowa could do was thrust like mad. She had to thrust. She had to fill the hole in front of her. Nothing else would satisfy her. Nothing else would be able to give her what she wanted.

She thrust. And she thrust. Ramming her hips back and forth. Whining thanks to how tight the hole was. Which in turn reflected just how much her enormous cock had taken control. And how much the Abyssal in her ass was drilling her into breeding even harder...

The more she bred, the more Seaport Princess cried out in delight as well. Cumming uncontrollably onto the ground below. The gag in her mouth wasn't able to keep any of those cries muffled. All of that passion was being squirted out in such a useless fashion. But she loved it. She loved every moment of this. Being bred like this, being forced to the brink... That was what a Queen's Stallion loved..!

It was like seeing a pair of horses breed. And that comparison only grew more and more correct as Iowa was forced to change thanks to how she was pounding away at that oversized pussy. The pheromones, the musk, everything that was being pumped into her. Whether directly or indirectly. All of it was being forced upon her. She couldn't avoid accepting it...

"More... More..! I wanna breed..! I wanna BREEEEED!" Iowa was screaming out, letting her need be vocalized. Unaware of her legs thickening up and growing longer, allowing her to get into a much better position. One where she was leaning onto the Stallion's back, using her as a support...

She should probably wrap her arms around her. And yet just resting on top of her gave her all the support that she needed. And also made it easier for her to completely ignore the fact that her hands were gradually simplifying. She wasn't going to be needing those anyway. Not while she was a stallion. Not while her mind was kept captive by the need to breed and copulate.

Iowa couldn't see it. Of course she couldn't. She was captured by pleasure. But her neck was thickening up. Her body was growing wider. Everything about her was growing bigger. Bigger and bigger, all while she started turning pale. Just like the Abyssal Queen's Stallion she was thrusting into. In some ways, she was becoming just like her. And yet the lack of a pussy meant that she would never be a true Abyssal. Not that she needed to be. Not that she cared to be. As long as she could use her cock, then she was satisfied.

The fact that her legs had grown stiff as they pointed down at the ground didn't matter. Neither did the stiffness in her arms as they rested up against Seaport's sides. They weren't going to be useful. It also didn't matter that her body now looked just as thick as the Stallion's, or that her neck looked like part of a shaft, with her head.. her... heeaaad...

Something about how her neck and her head had started to reflect a cock was enough to bring Iowa back to the mildest sense of decency. It definitely felt just as sensitive as one. Which only served to make more horror dawn in her eyes. "I... I'm... I'm just like..."

"Just like her. You've become a fine stallion, Iowa." Battleship Princess panted, gasping as she stroked that cock of hers more and more. Licking her lips in pure delight. "I could breed you if I wanted... But I think I'll just help you with that last inch of sanity that remains inside you. So come. Try and resist. I know you won't be able to." She said, as she let go of her cock. All while Iowa was still looking right at her. All while she stood so close that that neck could easily reach down...

Iowa stared at the thick pale cock hanging between Battleship Princess' legs. She could see it. She could smell it. She... She wanted it. Just as much as she wanted to cum inside Seaport Princess. She wanted... She wanted so much. But she had to endure. She had to endure, so her Admiral.. Her... Her...

Ad...miral... The thought of him... The thought of him was being distorted by her current needs. His form being changed into a fat-cocked brat that she wanted to fuck. A brat that would drive his cock straight into her hole and dominate him. A cock that she wanted to devour and submit to. Ah... Ahhh... Even if she returned, there's no way that she could endure this kind of lust. Because every single one of the people she held dear, whether it was him or Yamato or any of the other cute Shipgirls... All of them were being converted into this perverted form by her mind..!

It was too much. It was far, far too much. And so, with her eyes laser focused on that cock, she... She..!

She gave in. Iowa's head shot out towards that delicious looking cock, and her plump cocksuckers kissed away at Battleship Princess' crotch as she swallowed every single inch in one fell swoop. The Queen's Stallion's head was perfect for cocksucking and other sexual activities like these. Perfect for being used both in the front and in the back..!

The act of swallowing this cock, the act of devouring this Abyssal shaft... It broke her. It made Iowa's eyes roll into the back of her head as she reached her climax, spluttering and splurting all sorts of extra sticky and extra fertile white shots straight into the Abyssal Queen's Stallion's womb. Not that she was truly aware of what a womb was at this point. Not that she was aware of anything except for the delight that she felt while cumming and while sucking on the Abyssal's cock.

The only thing that mattered to Iowa right now was pleasure. Cumming. Cumming, cumming and more cumming. She wanted to cum and breed. Even if the mere concept of breeding only amounted to relentlessly thrusting into a perfect mare. One like the Abyssal that she was meant to hold near and dear to her heart.

She was broken. And she loved it. And as long as she could get the chance to keep breeding...

Ah... Ahhh...

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"You... You won't get away with this..."

"I've heard that so many times. And it never gets tiring hearing you think that you might get away."

Battleship Princess giggled as she looked at the new Shipgirl that she had captured. The elegant Yamato, the pride of the Japanese fleet. Just staring at her... Was this what the other Abyssals felt when they were met with overwhelming beauty? She definitely couldn't stop her boner from popping, no matter how much she wanted to. Ah well. She'd just have to appear a little cruder than before...

Yamato grit her teeth as she glared at the Abyssals that were clamped down on her hands and her feet. They were forcing her into a position that made it look like she was on all fours. Which filled her with a deep sense of humiliation. It was like she was about to be bred. She was no stranger to the concept, as she had been very passionate with her Admiral. Even though he had admitted that she wasn't the one for him. She still gave him plenty of advice when they bred together. Because even if he didn't hold love for her, she wanted him to be at his best...

"What do you gain from capturing all of us? Your forces will keep being decimated. No matter how many more you breed, your numbers will not be enough." Yamato kept strong. All while glaring up at the deviant that served as her captor. She couldn't believe that she would use Destroyers as bait. Those poor girls... She would have to break free and break them free as well. They shouldn't be subjected to such a cruel fate.

"You know what we gain. So why are you asking me?" Battleship Princess said, gasping a little as the glare was turning on more. Ahh... She just wanted to slide her cock into that pretty mouth and break her. But no. She wasn't the one that was going to break her. "Besides... Our old plan was good, but it's starting to fall a little out of style. You're right, our kin are far too vulnerable. But what about a brand new type? One that can endure everything you and your cute friends can throw at it?"

The thought of a new kind of Abyssal that was able to tank the attacks they threw at it made Yamato sweat. Just what... What did these horrid Abyssals have hidden up their sleeve? Whatever it was... She had to endure. If only for long enough that she could send some form of coded message back to her Admiral..!

The look on her face. That look of desperation. That's what the Battleship Princess loved. Ah. She couldn't stop herself from playing with her cock any longer. "Come in, dear. Come in..! You have a new mare to break!" She cried out, calling for her most favorite pet of all...

Yamato couldn't see anything, because the doors leading out into the greater Abyssal base were currently behind her. But she could hear them opening. And she could hear the sound of... hooves? A... An equine? Down here? Was it a seahorse in the literal sense? Or...

"Breed... Breeeeed. Maaaaare!"

Her eyes widened as she heard the voice. That needy voice... It was such a familiar and enthusiastic voice, twisted until nothing but need remained. It was... It was Iowa's voice! "I-Iowa? Iowa! IO-"

The next thing that left Yamato's mouth was the sound of overwhelming pleasure. As a cock was forced as deep into her as it could possibly go. So, so much meat. Squeezed into an impossibly tiny space. She could feel her ass, so tight as it had been, being forced to spread further and further apart to handle what was just shoved into her.

It was a cock. A big, tender, throbbing cock that was so much bigger than her. And yet as it went deeper and deeper into her, as she was almost mounted onto it, she could feel her body changing bit by bit. All while Iowa... Or whatever she had become, climbed over her. As if she was getting ready to breed her...

She could barely grasp what Iowa had turned into. She was enormous. About as big as that Seaport Princess was. Which made the sensations inside her all the more recognizable, even if her mind wasn't truly able to put it all together. The pleasure, the betrayal, everything... Everything was making it impossible for Yamato to understand, as she moaned more and more while growing..!

Her transformation had begun. And what little smarts were available to her were already splattering onto the ground below, as her clothes tore to pieces thanks to her growth, as well as her pussy slamming shut and being replaced by an equine length that grew with every thrust from Iowa.

Iowa didn't recognize Yamato. At least, not as the dear friend she had once been. No, the only thing that she recognized her as was a mare. And like any other mare, it was up to Iowa to breed her. To fill her Queen Stallion ass. That was Iowa's duty. That was her sole purpose of living. Breeding holes. Breeding all the holes that she could find..!

How many holes had she bred since she was transformed into this form? She didn't know. She didn't care. All she cared about was the act itself. The act of breeding. The act of filling a hole and feeling satisfied. She never did feel satisfied for long due to her endless arousal, and there were always more holes to fill...

She didn't know it. But she was the Abyssals' newest weapon. The Queen's Stallion. Impervious to attack. Endlessly replicating. And once it was time to unleash her upon the humans, their conversion into Abyssal thralls was all but guaranteed...

Not that Iowa cared. She just bred. Bred like the good stallion that she was...