Going Viral at Tomorrowland

Finally having made it to the EDM big leagues, Kate is about to make her debut at Tomorrowland. When a chance encounter exposes her to the Tail Virus, however, things get very complicated.

Athena's been struggling to control herself ever since she got the Tail Virus. The way she meets Kate is an ultimate, embarrassing low point for both of them.

In the climb up from that low point, Kate and Athena build something beautiful together. But their fame puts their budding relationship, and the way the Tail Virus is changing Kate's anatomy, firmly in the public's view.

Can Kate and Athena's celebrity romance survive the pressures of stardom? Will Kate be known as the biggest rising star in electronic music or the girl who grew a horsecock at Tomorrowland? Read this thrilling slice-of-a-very-erotic-life novel to find out.

Going Viral at Tomorrowland

Zmeydros

Edited by Tiliquain and Journeymanic

Copyright © 2020 Zmeydros

All rights reserved.

To Tiliquain and Journeymanic. This novel was their Christmas gift and hits all their buttons by design.

Acknowledgments

Thanks to Sheera Castellar and Kilrathi for their thorough beta reading of this novel.

Thanks to Secretskunk for ideas that put the finishing polish on this book.

I'd like to offer my sincerest thanks to Navajo Demar and Warialinth, who are my $20 dollar patrons. I strive to deserve the money you're throwing at me.

A huge thank you to all my Patrons for humoring me when I said I wanted to continue this story. I wouldn't be writing wacky sexy furry tales if it wasn't for your support. Every one of you rocks!

Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 1

Excitement was pulsing through my veins like the MDMA that many of my fans would be doing at Tomorrowland. It was twenty minutes before I had to be on stage and I was entering the backstage bathroom to double-check my lip gloss situation. I'd just had some shawarma and was pretty sure I'd have to reapply it.

The entire room was clad in diamond-shaped white tiles with black grout between them. Flux Pavilion's set was reverberating throughout the room so powerfully I was bouncing on the balls of my feet as I walked in. The moment I left the little privacy hallway and entered the spacious sink-and-stall-lined room, I caught sight of a massive cock. It was mottled pink and black, over a foot long, and attached to a busty naked twenty-something who could have been cast as Wonder Woman.

Time slowed to a crawl as I realized two things. First, the prick, and the heavy balls beneath it, belonged on a horse, not on a woman. Second, the head of her member was flaring and aimed directly at me. As a geyser of sticky white shot out of her lewd artillery cannon, I instinctively brought my purse up to try and guard my face. Her whinnies of pleasure rang over the music as I got a face full of stallion spunk.

"What the fuck? What the FUCK!? WHAT THE FUCK!" I said with rising alarm and anger.

Cradling her spent cum cannon in her hands, she said, "Oh shit! I'm so so sorry!"

Grabbing some paper towels from the gray dispenser on the wall, I wiped at my face and blew my nose hoping I wasn't going to smell her cum for the rest of the day. The Tail Virus hadn't been in the news for months and I was hoping that it had gone dormant or something. But proof it was alive and well had just been splattered all over my face. Wetting another paper towel, I worked to clean off every bit of spooge she'd showered me with.

When I'd removed it all, along with a considerable amount of my makeup, I said, "What were you thinking pointing that monster in the direction of oncoming traffic?"

She bit her lip and blushed.

"Oh, great! You're one of those sick bitches that gets off on spreading it, aren't you?" I glared at her.

"N-no…" she said, blushing even deeper.

"So, what's your name?" I asked as I got my makeup supplies out of my purse. I needed to get my face remade before I went up for my song.

"Athena," she said.

"Got a last name? Maybe I've heard of your act." I smiled pleasantly.

Her brow scrunched as she adjusted to my sudden niceness. "Athena Polar."

"Hmm, I think I've heard of you." I got out my phone and made a show of taking down her name while I instead wrote a text to Tomorrowland's health and safety team telling them I'd caught Athena exhibiting some very inappropriate behavior and to keep an eye on her. I'd write a full report of the incident later, when I wasn't right in front of her. Putting away my phone, I asked her, "When's your set?"

"Seven PM," she said.

"That gives you plenty of time to find somewhere else to get off. You know, somewhere where you won't get people in the face?" I suggested.

Swiftly getting her long skirt and roomy herm panties back on, she said, "True, I'd better do that."

"Hopefully you can find someone else who's been infected to play with. I've heard the satisfaction lasts longer if you do that." I put some foundation on my chin.

"I am really sorry," she said as she washed her jizz off her hands.

"But you did it anyway, knowing what would happen." I sighed. "Save your apologies for when you actually mean them. If I catch the Tail Virus from your stunt, I'm going to be fucking livid!"

She gasped, surprised by my sudden increase in volume. Then she scurried out of the bathroom. I bet she was wondering why I'd been so nice and mean at the same time. What she didn't know was that my temper was a raging tempest that I occasionally had control over. Right at that moment, I was putting all my frustrated energy into touching up my makeup before I had to be on stage.

Five minutes before showtime, I had everything done and was making my way to the stage. My heartbeat was a constant flutter, my feet were trying to run while I was trying to walk, and my eyes were trying to cry. This was it, I was now rolling with the world's top DJs and I was about to provide vocals for one of my favorite music producers live on stage.

It was an honor, it was a privilege, it was fucking terrifying!

When I got near the backstage waiting area, I could feel my heartbeat in my clit. It was like I had a subwoofer in my panties. Walking with my legs further apart while working to ignore it, I entered the waiting area, which was more of a tent within a tent than a proper room. The green cloth walls and industrial LED lights on metal stands loomed large as I vibrated with anxiety. My eyes widened when I saw a piece of paper that was hanging off the edge of a crate near the steps to the stage. On it, written in thick black sharpie, were the words, "For Kate." Lying atop the upper left corner of the paper was a wireless Shure SM58 mic.

My heart skipped a beat. Josh or Pat had probably been taking turns checking backstage to see if I was there. Great, I'd made Modestep, a duo whose fans numbered in the millions, wonder if I was going to show up.

After two minutes of me clutching that microphone like a safety blanket and weathering pleasurable tremors from my clit, Josh peeked to see if I was there. He smiled wide and gave me a thumbs up. I waved excitedly. Then remembered I was now a collaborator rather than just a fan and switched to giving him a relaxed thumbs up.

He chuckled and went back to his equipment as Pat started the track I'd contributed vocals to. That was my cue, so I walked up on stage. Then I worked to not freak out at the fifty-thousand-plus pairs of eyes watching me and hit them full on with my siren song:

"Wandering in a summer haze

Feeling like the end is near

I cannot help but wonder

What it is that you fear

When everything's been set ablaze

And no one's there to ponder…"

Then there was a break that built up into a tense crescendo where I belted out:

You can keep yoo-uur honor

You can keep yoouur priiiide

I will use my-yy swo-ord

To defend the other side!"

Josh and Pat turned my voice into a chirpy demonic chant as they created a drop out of it while running clips of the melody backwards and forwards, almost randomly. It was playful, beautifully musical, and brutal at the same time: everything I loved about dubstep.

The crowd went wild as I danced like a glitching war-torn automaton. My pussy was insufferable the whole time and I would have stopped dancing, but I knew the crowd was here to see it and I wasn't going to have much time to dance during my set next weekend. Lust flooded up from my crotch as I kept moving and I ended up making lewder motions than I normally did. I knew people liked to see my c-cups bounce while I danced, so I made an effort to make sure they got an eyeful. The energy was so insane that I started feeling like I was gonna orgasm right in front of them…

No, I was going to orgasm! My mound was so wet that it was a slip and slide for my clit and my tight stretchy jeans were working it between my labia. On top of that, my nipples were hard enough that they were rubbing against my shirt through my sports bra. I silently thanked Josh and Pat for slowing things down before I had to repeat the vocals. Catching my breath and not cumming in front of a hundred thousand people was a good thing.

As I brought the microphone back up to my lips, an expectant drone from the subwoofers tickled my sopping snatch and I sang the first word as "W—AAAHN—dering!" it was in the right key and sounded musical, thank goodness. That didn't stop it from bringing pink to my cheeks, though.

I sounded seductive this time because my body wanted someone from the crowd to come and help me with my needy down under. It didn't seem to hurt the song any, but it was frustrating that I wasn't in full control of my voice.

Once I was done repeating the lyrics, a third of the song was left. Having no way to signal that I shouldn't be dancing, I danced despite my better judgement and had to get creative about movements that didn't bring me right to the edge of orgasm. I'd never needed to cum so bad in my life! Part of me wanted to put my hand between my legs and just get it over with.

When it got to the end of the song, and I had to forlornly sing the main chorus, I was trembling, on the edge of the edge. It carried through to my voice, making me sound vulnerable and sultry.

The only bit of luck was that this unintentional new spin I'd put on the song didn't conflict with the overall message or emotion. As the crowd cheered, I held the mic off to the side and put my hands out as if to embrace them. My legs were shaking, feeling like they could give out at any moment.

"GingerKrave, ladies and gentlemen!" Josh said to the crowd as he pointed to me with an open hand.

The crowd roared in raucous approval as I bowed.

"That shit was mint!" Pat added while Josh cross-faded to the next song.

When I handed the mic back to Pat, he clapped my shoulder and said, "Loved it, we'll have to do this again."

"A-absolutely!" I said still pushing back against a pleasure spike that just wouldn't quit.

"Brilliant." He flashed a smile before turning back toward the crowd.

I walked very slowly and carefully down the steps into the backstage room. Then I slipped between the crate and the wall figuring no no one would see me back there. Bent my knees and lowered myself toward the laminate floor, moaning as the seam that ran right over my pussy squished my sopping muff.

"HAAAAHHH!" My legs fell out from under me as I came so hard my jaw hurt from opening so wide. Still in the throes of passion, I clumsily undid my jeans and slid my left hand into my panties. The index and middle finger of my left hand curled over my clit and parted my slick folds.

My snatch had never been this voluptuous or easy to get off. And my clit was so sensitive that it felt humongous thrusting at the space between my fingers. I came four times in a row, whacking that crate with my left knee and elbow.

When I was finally spent, I just stared up at the tent's ceiling wondering how I'd been missing out on this all my life. Maybe fame really was a drug.

After my afterglow cleared enough that I could move again, I took off my soaking panties, hoping no one would look behind the crates. Then I went into the restroom and grabbed a bunch of paper towels. I used them to dry my muff, my panties, and the crotch of my jeans before putting my panties back on.

I spent the next few hours dancing to some of my favorite EDM stars and hanging out backstage. My cooch got all hot and bothered just after dinner, forcing me to rub one out in a bathroom stall. I came so hard I had to put a hand over my mouth to stop from screaming so loud backstage people might hear me over the music.

This day was getting pretty bizarre: the last time I'd needed to get off multiple times a day was during puberty.

Checking my phone as I stepped out of the bathroom, I saw it was nearly seven. That's all it took for Athena and her huge horsecock to pop back into my head. I clenched my fist feeling a rush of annoyance. But then her deeply textured music made it to my ears and doused my ire.

It was beautiful, sparkly, chill, but with a tense underbelly. Damn it! I'd only listened to the first half of one track and I was in love.

My feet carried me to the little area beside the stage where artists could watch and listen to each other. Dimitri Vegas was chilling there, his V-MODA headphones plugged into the jack.

Pulling my V-MODAs out of my little black backpack, I gave Dimitri a friendly nod. He gave me a fist bump before I plugged my headphones in and took the chair next to him.

How I hadn't discovered Athena before was a mystery. I had goosebumps. Her sound was right up there with Teminite and Neon Kelp, two of my all-time favorite artists. The tension in her music stayed until you were begging for it to get resolved. It was like watching someone try to walk on glare ice. Harsh highs, acidic drops, and melodies that glitched until the entire song nearly fell apart with only a single, faltering instrument holding it together. Her music was vulnerable, lush, and fearless and the more I listened to it, the more I wanted to punch her!

Cumming on me was such a dick move…literally! Why had she done that? She was so talented and had risked throwing her career in the trash by pulling a stunt like that. While I was at dinner, Health and Safety had followed up my text by sending me an email asking me to file a report. I hadn't done it yet. If I filed one, there was a good chance she wouldn't get invited to festivals and gigs anymore.

SHIT! She was now looking directly at me with a furrowed brow. I would've been confused in her position too. She would've been right to expect that I wouldn't want anything to do with her, but here I was.

Having no idea what to do, I gave her a thumbs up hoping she'd just ignore me so I could listen to her music and postpone deciding her fate.

A gigantic smile appeared on her face as she turned back to the crowd and faded in a Dimitri Vegas and Like Mike track she'd masterfully remixed. Well, now I'd encouraged her and she kept looking my direction as if she was playing her music not only for the crowd, but for me.

Her glances at me continued until she put her full attention into live remixing one of my tracks.

It was like she understood exactly what emotions I'd put into it, and all the different directions I could have gone with it when I was creating it. And then she turned my voice into a glitchy drop that twinkled so brilliantly that it brought tears to my eyes.

Neon Kelp was the only other artist that had ever done this to me and the experience was so emotional that I trembled. I was glad Dimitri didn't notice because I was in no shape to try and non-verbally communicate that I was indeed okay.

As Athena's live remix came to an end, she turned toward me, her equine pole large as life and running down her right pant leg. My mind did a backflip as I remembered the way her prick flared as her cum hole was spread wide by the hot sticky mess it was a fraction of a second from releasing. Then there was the sensation of warm creamy jizz as it splattered my face.

My nipples ached as I rubbed my thighs together. Fuck my mind! This had happened before. I'd thought oral was gross the first time my boyfriend convinced me to try it, but not one week later, I was begging him to do it again.

Now I was imagining licking the head of her cock while fingering myself. No, I couldn't be attracted to her! Neon Kelp was plenty for me and she'd never do something so irresponsible. I clenched my fists so hard that my fingernails dug into my palms. I'd been given the okay to play around as long as I was safe about it, but I'd never had enough of a libido to use that privilege. Why now? Why her? My eyes got wet. What had gotten into me?

The vulnerability I felt, the elation, the irritation, and the arousal—all of it was too much. She'd reached into my core and squeezed until something broke. With tears streaming down my cheeks and my stomach full of butterflies I unplugged my headphones and fled. I ran so fast through the tent that my feet were barely touching the ground, like they were full of helium instead of flesh and bone.

I was on a bus back to my hotel before I stopped to think.

This was so fucked up. The sense of wonder over the way Athena had made audio porn with my song hadn't worn off and I was still wet from daydreaming about the fully erect equine bulge running down her pant leg. It didn't help that she had exactly the right amount of muscle and gorgeous dark wavy hair.

Some of her cum had definitely gone up my nose. I was smelling it more strongly than the cigar stench that was coming from the guy in the leather jacket standing next to me. The sweet chamomile-like scent from Athena's jizz was supported by deeper masculine undertones that were making the situation between my legs trend toward emergency. This was nothing like me, something had to be going on down there and I needed to check on it the moment I got back to my hotel room.

Doing my best to ignore the other people on the bus and stop thinking about her, I took in the arches and towers on the way from Boom to Mechelen Belgium. All the towering Gothic architecture had me feeling like a time traveler. It was fascinating to see how these beautiful old buildings had been retrofitted for modern use.

My hotel, which sat regally on the opposite bank of the river from my bus stop, was no exception. It was an ancient long four-story brick building where the top floor had stepped triangular outcroppings with windows set in them, interrupting the steeply-sloped roof. Breaking up the layers of red bricks were white stripes of a different material and arched windows. The result was very eye-catching.

Getting out at my stop, I walked on a brick sidewalk following a four-lane tree-lined road flanked by modern apartment complexes and well-maintained antique buildings. I turned off of that big road to follow a smaller road that ran along the river.

Rivers in Europe rarely retained their natural banks, and buildings very often encroached on them. If the buildings hadn't been so wonderfully textured and fascinating, this would've made me sad. Not that I could have been sad when every step I made forced me to squish my pussy lips against my clit, which was giving me far more sensation than I knew what to do with.

After crossing the stone arch bridge to the other side of the river, I saw the entrance to my hotel. I picked up my pace while biting my lip, wanting to get to my room on the third floor as fast as possible. The ultra modern interior of this historical hotel was all simple clean shapes, a stark contrast to the more organic patterns of the existing structure.

The tilted circles of LED lights that hung from the ceilings in common areas looked like aliens visiting medieval Europe.

All that said, none of the details of the interior stuck out to me as much as the beautiful crystal bowl with cut glass chrysanthemum decorations on the reception desk. That was because it was full of fancy Belgian chocolates. Chocolates that often sat unguarded while the staff assisted customers. Every time I walked by it, I was hit with an internal struggle to resist grabbing one or two or three or a whole handful. Like the current desire in my loins, I knew once I broke the rules I'd set for myself, I might never get that self-control back. With great effort, I left the chocolates where they were and walked toward the elevators.

I gave up on the elevators the moment I saw a crowd waiting in front of them and took the stairs. This led to erotic suffering as my pants and legs buffeted my muff. When I reached the top, my panties were so wet they were sticking to me! Moaning under my breath, I dashed down the hall while scrambling to pull my keycard out of my purse. My impatience with the card reader on my door lock resulted in it taking four tries to get my door open.

With the door still swinging closed behind me, I dashed into the bathroom and started peeling my pants off. The scent of desperate pussy hit me full force as I got my pants and panties pushed down to my knees. Putting my hand down there, I found it wet as could be, so wet that I decided to step into the shower. That's when I actually put pressure on my pussy lips and felt my clit slip up into the space between my fingers. It had never swollen this large before.

Was I in heat or something? No, it wasn't heat…Writhing against the shower wall, moaning at the top of my lungs, I wondered if it was the Tail Virus. I doubted it because my pussy felt exactly the same as it had before if I ignored the size of my clit. Plus, there was a tendency to diagnose oneself with whatever one was worried about getting. I'd lost hours on the internet to being a hypochondriac and I didn't want to go down that road yet again.

My supple passage clenching around my fingers brought my mind back to the task at hand and I set about adding a third finger. "AAAH! YES!" I moaned as I reveled in the waves of bliss I was giving myself. Whatever was making my clit big, I hoped it would keep happening and that it wasn't evidence that I'd contracted the Tail Virus.

Not four minutes after I'd started playing with myself, I was whacking the large pinkish brown stone tiles behind me with my ass and squealing in delight. The orgasm was as good as the one I'd had backstage, but this time I didn't have to worry about getting caught and could just keep going. I masturbated until I could hardly catch my breath, until my hands and snatch were sore, until my juices were streaming down my legs and making a puddle on the shower floor.

No matter how hard I tried to keep Athena out of my head, she kept coming back. The curves of her breasts, thighs, buttocks, and stallion-sized balls were like a catchy tune. The more I tried not to think about them, the more weakened my defenses became.

My curiosity was insatiable. I wondered what the wide head of her prick would feel like against my lips, whether she'd fit inside me, whether she had a human or an equine pussy behind those balls, and what that pussy tasted like. Just before my body gave out, I had one last peak and as my hoarse voice echoed throughout my hotel room, I imagined her riding atop me while I fucked her with my huge clit.

The second my screaming stopped, I put a hand over my mouth. My eyes widened as I realized I'd just gotten off to the idea of myself with a prick. I turned the shower to the coldest setting and stood under it hoping the shock would clear my mind. No, absolutely not, I'd been just a normal female my whole life. I didn't need a cock and I wasn't going to end up like Athena. She'd clearly let herself go too far and was going to get in trouble whether I reported her or not. I had to quit thinking about her and move on. She was irresponsible with her life and the lives of others. I had a tendency to fall for a-holes and I was doing it yet again.

Having kicked Athena out of my head, I turned the water to a temperature that didn't make my teeth chatter so I could get washed up.

When I finished washing up and stepped out of the shower, I smelled like lavender and vanilla from the hotel-supplied body wash. After drying off, I bent over and spread myself for the mirror. My inner labia were still nice and big, my pleasure button was a bit swollen, and even though my mound was a lot plumper, it was the same alabaster color as the rest of my skin. If I had the Tail Virus, my pussy would have been changing in color or getting fur, feathers, or scales around it.

Sighing in relief, I stood up and dried off before spritzing my hair with some stuff that helped give it more body. My hair was so straight that, if I left it alone, it just kinda looked flat and this stuff helped it look less like it belonged on a doll. I was jealous of the luxurious slow curls Athena and Neon Kelp's hair had.

As I put the hotel-supplied bathrobe on, my stomach growled and my entire body felt heavy. Plopping down on the bed with my cellphone in hand, I looked for a nearby pizza place that would deliver to the hotel. I picked a well-rated one at random and put in an online order for a medium sausage and sauerkraut pizza. I was in the mood for something sour and wanted leftovers. With the pizza ordered, I lounged on the bed feeling drained, but cozy.

So cozy that it took me a couple minutes to motivate myself to check my phone when it chimed. I knew it was too soon for the pizza to arrive and all I really wanted was food. On my phone was a twitter notification that made me groan.

Athena had mentioned me in a tweet. "@GingerKrave I wish we were following each other so I could DM you. I want to apologize."

I followed her back and then sent her a DM saying, "Let's hear it."

Waiting for her to type got my heart racing. I had no idea why I cared so much.

A couple anguishing minutes later she sent, "I'm sorry I remixed your song without asking. I wanted to impress you and show how much I like your music. But blindsiding you with that was a dick move."

"That's not the apology I want. I want an apology for your other dick move," I sent back. My jaw was clenched. Like, I wanted to angry kiss her. Dang, I was getting some bizarre feelings.

"But I already apologized for that. I'm not sure what else to say other than I'm sorry."

"Did you really intend to get someone in the face? If not, why weren't you in a stall?" I asked.

"I have no idea. I got the Tail Virus a month ago and had been trying to hide my prick at Tomorrowland, but today something just broke…and I wanted to be seen, for someone to see how I'd changed," she replied.

"You wanted to be seen?" I couldn't imagine someone wanting that.

"Yeah, I just wanted to see some random stranger blush, bite their lip, or stare in surprise, any response other than shame."

My muscles relaxed a bit. "Huh, that's not the reason I was expecting, tbh."

"What reason were you expecting?"

I sighed, deciding to be fully honest with her. She did deserve honesty in return for her openness. "That you were one of those people that gets off on spreading the virus."

It took her three minutes to reply, she probably edited it and rewrote it a few times before sending me, "I can't say that the idea of another girl getting a horse cock like mine doesn't turn me on. My experience has been overwhelmingly positive and it's hard for me not to want to spread that…gift?…Before you turn me in and have them string me up for knowingly spreading the virus, I didn't mean for someone to walk into my…I can't even type it…and, when I came down from the high of getting off, I was horrified by what I'd done to you."

The fact that I wanted to like her, to let her off the hook, was working in her favor. But I knew I was inclined to do that, so I worked hard to play devil's advocate. "This must have been after I'd left? Because you looked pretty happy with yourself after you hit me in the face."

"You didn't call me disgusting or shame me for having a dick. I grew up as the ditzy D student who was a class clown just so people would have things to say about me other than insult my intelligence. As much as I love being a hermaphrodite, I really don't want to be shunned for it. Which, I know, is a big ask."

"Outrage is often overplayed. Neon Kelp once told me, 'Nothing sells headlines like hate and fear. People saying they hate something gets more media attention than people saying they love something.'" I considered deleting that message because I wasn't sure why I was consoling her, but it felt right for some reason.

"Huh, that's just like how facebook works: anxiety keeps people scrolling." She started typing right after sending that one. "Neon Kelp is your wife, right?"

"Yep."

"Why didn't she come with you?"

"She has a bad sinus infection and is trying to get an EP ready for release." I frowned, remembering how sad she was when she realized the adult thing to do was to cancel her plane ticket.

"Are you two exclusive?"

My eyes widened at the question. "What?"

"Sorry, I suck at flirting. D:"

"That was flirting?" My blush was back full force.

"AFGKHJH! I'm so embarrassed! Forget I said anything."

"Done." Though I could forgive her social awkwardness, I couldn't ignore what she'd done in the bathroom. That needed to not happen again. "I've been thinking, and I'm not going to file a full report, but I'll tell them that I'd feel safer if they kept an eye on you. So, no more jacking off in public and stuff. I don't want you to go to jail, I want you to make more music, okay?"

"Absolutely yes! Thank you thank you thank you! :-D"

"I'm willing to stay in contact with you, but we're done if you pull another stunt like what you did to me." My hand shook waiting for her reply. I needed her to promise me one more time. I needed her to prove to me that she wasn't just another reckless a-hole.

"Understood…Can I buy you lunch tomorrow?" she asked.

"Why?" I asked, my right eyebrow high on my forehead.

"I found this amazing restaurant that does home cooked Belgian cuisine and I want to make up for what I did."

Free lunch in a public place where I could ditch her if she got too creepy? It was perfect. "Sure, is it near Mechelen?" I asked.

"Yeah, it's in Mechelen near the Van der Valk hotel. Can you get to that area easily?"

That was the name of the hotel I was staying in, but I wasn't going to tell her that. "That's convenient for me."

"Is 1PM good time?"

"Sure!" I sent.

"Great :D" She gave me the address of the restaurant.

"Okay, see you tomorrow."

"TTYL!"

Five minutes after I put our lunch in my calendar, my pizza arrived and I devoured it. I'd never eaten an entire medium pizza and was left staring at the empty box in disbelief after I'd finished it. My daily calorie intake had been utterly destroyed, but I soon ceased caring. As the comfy high from all the carbs set in, I fell asleep.

Chapter 2

Hot flashes and erotic dreams involving Athena gave me fitful sleep. At one point in the middle of the night, I woke up because one of my feet had landed on something rough and collapsible. When I found out it was the pizza box, I felt like a slob. I compactified the box and put it in the trash before I relieved myself and drank a full glass of water. It had been a good pizza, but also a very salty pizza!

Morning brought glaring white light through my window because I hadn't bothered to close the shades. While my eyes were still adjusting, I reached down to investigate an insistent throbbing coming from my mound. What my hand found was a hard, sensitive inch-long object jutting up from my loins. Untying my housecoat and pulling it open, I squinted as I peered into the brilliant rectangle of sunlight illuminating my lower half.

I gasped when I saw that the offending object was my clit. It was mottled with black and pink, just like Athena's cock!

"No! NO! FUCK IT ALL TO HELL!" I cried, hitting myself in the thigh hard enough to make me wince.

Athena's stunt now had real consequences. Consequences that were throbbing so powerfully that it was torture to lie there without touching them. I didn't need yet another thing that was constantly testing my impulse control. And I didn't want a ticket to the, "What animal traits will I get?" lottery. Sure, my clit had horsecock markings, but there was no guarantee that I wouldn't end up with an alligator tail and stripy skunk fur to go with it. I could definitely see being a genetic mosaic as fun, but it was a lot less fun when you didn't get to choose which traits you'd get. On top of all that, it was a virus with some annoying symptoms and I'd be exhausted, hungry, and as horny as I'd been yesterday…for weeks!

Not everyone got the exhaustion part, but I'd certainly experienced that last night. Why did this have to be happening now? When I was half a world away from all my friends, from Neon Kelp, and at the most important gig of my career. If I got a cock the size of Athena's, I'd be testing the seams on my jeans, and my willpower, while I was performing. I'd heard enough stories to know not to underestimate the Tail Virus.

My first instinct was to send an angry text to Athena, but then I realized she'd already done well in the apology department and I wanted to see her reaction in person. I could just tell her and see if she acted like a creep and th—I let out a sharp moan and thrust my hips into the air as my nipples hardened.

It felt like my clit was a sparkler that had just been lit. I was going to get off without even touching it. But not touching it wasn't an option, my hand had to be around it, had to stroke it. It was instinct and I was just along for the ride. As I stroked my clit, it climbed higher and higher in my fist until it was halfway across my palm and as thick as my thumb. At that point, I yelped and thrust so hard that my butt left the bed. With every thrust, it got even longer. This sweet release was like being tossed around in a pleasure mosh pit.

When I was done waking the dead with my screams and knocking all the covers and pillows off the bed, I just lay there on my side, my two-and-a-half inch cock in my hand, daydreaming about sticking it in Athena. It took me a couple minutes, but I eventually pushed that idea out of my head. I needed to be careful, there were quite a few doctors that had said the more one played with their new parts, the bigger they would get. It made sense to me because the more one played with it, the more blood flowed to the new growing tissue. I was no biology whiz, but I'd paid attention when I took it as an elective in college.

As I let go of my new prick, I promised myself that I'd resist its temptation at least until the end of the Tomorrowland festival. Sure, I didn't have a good track record with my new libido yet, but I had a very good reason to try: a dick the size of Athena's was a recipe for trouble.

I moaned as my hand idly started stroking my dick again and I pulled it away immediately. Just thinking about not playing with it made me want to play with it.

Getting out of bed, I washed up while forcing myself not to do any unnecessary touching. Then I put on my panties and jeans. Making it harder to access was a good move and I managed to get out my laptop so I could type out an email to Neon Kelp. It was like two in the morning on the east coast, so texting her was out of the question.

"So, I got the tail virus and am growing a cock. This is the worst time this could have happened, but I'm sure there's no convenient time to have one's life turned upside down. Just so it's more likely I'll stay focused, I'm gonna promise you that I won't let it distract me from making a good impression at Tomorrowland."

I continued, "I know you're probably thrilled that I'm getting a dick, but please refrain from getting all excited about it until after this festival is done. I'm going to be testing the limits of my self control as it is."

Then I wrote a small paragraph expressing my concern over getting random animal traits and having no idea how I'd turn out, and another couple paragraphs explaining how I got it, as well as my conflicted feelings about Athena. I felt a bit better having written it all out, but I'd also gotten worked up by describing Athena jizzing all over me and had to distract myself with breakfast to avoid jilling myself again.

Eating peanut butter, honey, and banana sandwiches each morning was saving me a lot of money, but I was going to try Belgian waffles at least once before I went back home. Probably during the beginning of the week when people who had come for the first weekend of Tomorrowland went home and the people coming only for the second weekend hadn't arrived yet. Avoiding crowds was one of my pastimes. After finishing my breakfast, I realized I hadn't brushed my teeth the night before and remedied that while trying and failing to avoid rubbing myself on the counter as I stood in front of the sink. Seeing an actual bulge in my pants was new, disconcerting, and kinda hot. Was I going to be in the tabloids like so many celebrities that had gotten the tail virus before me? "Is person X now packing something extra? Find out inside!"

My stomach did a backflip at the thought of it. I didn't want people thinking about my sex life, I wanted them thinking about my music. I didn't want to be remembered as the rising EDM artist who grew a cock at her first Tomorrowland appearance.

This downer of a thought helped me focus on replying to patron comments on my Patreon as well as a few producers that wanted to meet me at Tomorrowland. After responding to all that, I didn't give myself time to be bored and opened up Ableton Live, my favorite music production program. Then I started fiddling with a track that just didn't seem to want to come together. I'd gotten so desperate that I'd added demonic cat meows to the drop and done other things that ripped off an Excision track that I never really liked and wanted to improve. I made a note to ask for the rights to remix his track and then started making mine less like his.

A gong sound from my phone that told me it was time to leave so I could go meet Athena for lunch. Shit! I hadn't put on any makeup or done my hair or anything! It felt like I'd only started working on that problem track ten minutes ago, not two hours ago.

Time never felt smooth to me, it always seemed to pass in flashes. Setting multiple reminders was the only reason I wasn't always late. But I'd forgotten to set up multiple alarms for my lunch with Athena and I was paying the price.

Minimal foundation, minimal eye makeup, a tiny bit of blush, and dark pink lip gloss tossed into my purse was all the preparation I dared before setting out for the pub I was supposed to meet Athena at. It was close enough that it wasn't worth taking mass transit, so I made my way down wide sidewalks flanked by trees and charming old buildings. Along the river, they came in lots of tasteful colors, red, white, yellow, and dark blue. Belgium was so beautiful that I always wanted to stroll instead of rush.

That tendency wasn't hampering me nearly as much as the feeling of my prick as it bounced in my panties, however. Ignoring it was difficult because it was such a new sensation and I had to keep stopping when I got half hard so I could stop stimulating it and get it to calm down. When it was a few minutes before one, I texted Athena telling her I'd be ten minutes late.

When I finally entered the pub, I was charmed by the exposed antique distillery equipment and inner brickwork. The bald man behind the podium looked a bit like Stephen Fry complete with an approachable smile. I walked up to him and said, "I'm here to meet a friend."

"What does your friend look like?" he asked in French-accented English.

"Have you seen Wonder Woman?" I asked.

He cocked his head at the seeming tangent and said, "Yes?"

"She looks a lot like the actress who played Wonder Woman."

"Oh! Gal Gadot!" He thought for a moment. "I haven't seated anyone who matches that description."

"Hmm, one sec." I checked my phone and found no message from Athena. "I guess she's running late. Could I get a table near the front windows so I can see her when she's walking up?"

"Table for two, I assume?" he asked.

"Yes, please," I said.

He grabbed two leather-bound menus and said, "Right this way, madam."

Breakfast had done nothing. I was so hungry that I grabbed a menu from him and read it as he led me to a table right in the center of the large window. As I sat down, I fixated on an appetizer that only cost four euros with the English translation "warm bread." I asked, "Could I start off with some warm bread?"

"Of course! I'll tell your server," he said.

"Thanks!" I smiled.

He nodded and, on his way back to his podium, talked to a short guy with frizzy hair and big lips. The short guy went into the kitchen and I studied the menu while he placed my appetizer order. I found exactly what I wanted to try halfway down the second to last page.

The short waiter arrived saying, "Hello madame, I'm Anakin and I will be your server."

I stared at him for a good couple seconds.

He chuckled. "My parents liked Star Wars very much." It was something he'd probably said a thousand times.

"I mean, it is a badass name." I shrugged.

"Yes, and I think it sounds even better in Dutch." He pulled out a small spiral-bound pad of paper. "What would you like?"

"Could I just get some water? I'm waiting for a friend," I said.

"Sure, no problem." He put the pad away. "I'll be right back."

He went over to a heavy dark wooden table with five middle-aged people sitting at it. They all had empty beer mugs in front of them. Anakin was trying to hear the woman in the far corner of the table and put his hands on it so he could lean forward. That's when I noticed his incredibly toned ass. My hand went down my front toward my new anatomy as I trembled with want. It was natural to want to stick my new member inside something. But that didn't make this new urge or the fact that I was getting fully hard in public for the first time any less embarrassing.

Great, I had a tent in my pants and the tables had no tablecloths. Rolling my feet onto my tiptoes so the end of my shoes were all that was touching the floor and pressing my legs together, I hid my tent—and moaned softly. My thighs squishing my tender virgin flesh felt divine. I covered my mouth and pretended to cough when I started to moan watching Anakin stand back upright.

Instead of thrusting between my own thighs, I clenched my muscles and sat uncomfortably straight. Anakin must have noticed this because when he brought my water, he asked, "Are you cold?"

"N-no, just hungry," I said as if that explained my awkward posture.

"Ahh, okay. Well, I hope your friend shows up soon."

"Me too." It was hard to look Anakin in the eye while I was hard as steel and thinking about his ass.

Anakin went to tend to another table as I looked at my phone. Athena was twenty minutes late and I still didn't have a text from her. My bread arrived soon after that and it was astoundingly good. Moist, slightly sweet, with a bit of tanginess, probably from beer or something. I devoured it fast enough that I nearly choked myself. The hunger part of having the Tail Virus was very real and offered a nice reprieve from the lust. I wasn't having to hide my erection by the time I was done eating the entire appetizer.

Anakin came and checked on me two more times, about five minutes apart and there was still no sign of Athena. When he checked on me a third time I said, "I guess she's not coming." I sighed. "I'll have the Carbonnade a la Flamande. Okay, I probably murdered the pronunciation. The Flemish beef stew that comes with fries?

"Sorry about your friend." He wrote down my order. "But you will enjoy this very much. It's one of Belgium's most famous dishes."

"Really?" I tilted my head.

"Oh yes, it is fantastic!" He beamed. "A very good choice."

For the next fifteen minutes, I avoided staring at Anakin's ass and blotted out all my lewd thoughts by looking at comments I'd gotten on my music on Soundcloud.

People loved my latest EP and I was thrilled because I'd been worried that I'd put too many vocals in it. It was the closest I'd worked with Neon Kelp on lyrics and was a departure from the simple trance-like lyrics I'd done for my older stuff. Collaboration was hard for me early in my career: I liked to feel that things were mine and that people were complimenting me specifically when they were talking about something I'd done. Working with others made it so I couldn't take all the credit and it could contribute to my feelings of being an imposter. Like, I was just along for the ride while others had the real talent. But now that I'd had a lot of success completely on my own and had mostly positive experiences making music with others, I was starting to love collaboration.

Athena and I could have collaborated. Last night, she'd given a lot of proof of not being a creep and she was the sort of person that was a blast to have around. But it just wasn't going to work out. I'd never had someone stand me up like this without a text or a call. She was irresponsible and either didn't like me as much as I thought she did or had some priority that was much higher on the list than I was. If I found out she'd been hospitalized or something, we were still good, but otherwise, I'd given her more chances than I should have. She'd royally screwed things up for me. I was not enjoying being in a foreign country trying to hide a needy piece of anatomy I wasn't ready for.

My stew and fries came while I was brooding. Both were both well prepared and tasty, but I couldn't fully enjoy them because I felt like a loser. Like a loser for trusting Athena even though she'd given me so many reasons not to.

When I got a text from her halfway through eating, I just stared at my phone feeling dejected. "So so so so sorry! I am on my way and will be there in twenty minutes. Please don't leave before I get there. I'll make it up to you, I promise."

I didn't respond, I wanted her to feel what I was feeling. Though, I was going to wait, because I wanted to tell her in person that I was done. That this wasn't going to work. Saying goodbye to people through text wasn't my style.

A couple minutes after I'd finished my meal and paid for it, I saw her walking past the big window. I got up and made for the door. Just as I passed the podium, she came inside and said, "I don't want to make excuses. That was a real dick move and you have every right to be upset."

"Let's talk outside," I said as I passed her and stepped out of the pub. My whole body was tense. Confronting people was my least favorite activity.

Following me, she continued, "I'm sorry I stood you up."

As she followed me to a patch of brick wall that didn't have windows, I said, "Ever since I met you, you've been apologizing. Maybe we should just stop trying to make this work and save ourselves some angst."

"Can we try one more time, please? I really want to try and be your friend and I know I can do better. I'm just away from all the things that keep me stable and sane." She was wringing her hands.

"I'm not sure that's a good idea." I crossed my arms. "Before we go our separate ways, I want to know why you showed up over an hour late." Sitting in that restaurant alone while the wait staff all heard the sad tale of me being stood up had been far more embarrassing than the fact I had a dick. I tried to look her in the eye to show her how serious I was about going our separate ways, but there was so much sorrow in her frown and creased forehead that I had to look away.

"I think it would be better if I didn't tell you," she replied.

I sighed as my faith in people took another critical hit. Clearly, she didn't have a good reason for showing up over an hour late and I doubted a good reason would have changed my mind anyway. It did make me feel like shit, though. It seemed I was always at the bottom of people's priority list. Maybe it was because I kept to myself, gave people too many chances, or was too afraid of conflict to show people my true self. Whatever the cause, I was sick to death of feeling this way. "I'm just gonna go, okay?" I said as I started walking back toward my hotel.

She called after me, "It's because I like you too much!"

That got me to turn around. "What?"

Getting up close to me, she spoke very quietly. "It's because…because…" She was biting her lip and looking away like she was withholding a forbidden secret.

"Ugh! Look, I'm sorry it didn't work out. And it's not like I'm going to block you on social media or badmouth you. I just don't want to be your friend." I started walking again hoping she'd give up. My neck and chest were aching from all the social tension.

She ran in front of me and yelled, "God damn it! I was jacking off all morning thinking about you! And I couldn't calm down enough to go out in public until just before I left."

My eyes darted around to see at least eight people who had stopped in their tracks and were trying to make sense of what they'd just heard. I waved at them laughing as if Athena had just been joking around and then grabbed her by the arm and led her behind a nearby building that had an eyeglass store in it. "Okay, what the hell? Are you just trying to mess with me?"

She squirmed against the wall as if I'd just taken her towel away and exposed her to a room full of strangers. "No, I have a serious crush on you."

Chapter 3

I let go of her arm. If she was telling the truth, she'd been masturbating thinking about me even more than I'd done the same thinking about her. The Tail Virus was making everything so damn complicated and confusing. "You promise you're not making this up?"

"Your hair is so red, your ass is fucking gorgeous from all that dancing, and your lips are so expressive that I want to kiss you every time you smile." She cringed. "Shit, I'm sounding like a creep again. That's less than half of it. I love your voice, your music, your bluntness, and how kind you are. You're also a genius! You have more interesting linguistics posts on your twitter than actual linguists."

Hearing someone gush about me brought back memories, very good ones. My scowl relaxed into a blank expression. I had no idea how to process this, but my idiot body decided that a couple compliments aimed at my attractiveness was enough to start a celebration.

"Yep, ruined my chances again." She pulled away from the wall. "The only reason I'm better than trash is that I take myself out to the dumpster. I'm trash with legs." Her sad laugh at her half-joke echoed in the alley as she walked back toward the street.

"Wait," I said. Now, there was no question as to whether I was a priority for her and, though most people would find it gross that someone was masturbating while thinking about them this early on in a friendship, I was guilty of the same exact thing. On top of that, she was willing to walk away and had never tried to manipulate me. The only warning signs I was getting from her were related to impulse control and I understood all too well what that was like.

"Huh?" Her bewilderment was so potent that she looked like she'd just seen an animal talk.

"Did you really mean all that?" I asked, feeling the mental version of indigestion as a tiny fleck of hope burned like a hot pepper seed. My traitor of a cunt was noticeably wet despite the confusion. At least one part of me knew what it wanted.

"Yeah, I did." She looked at the rain-stained concrete rubbing her arm nervously.

I walked up to her and grabbed her hands. "Let's be real for a second. I can't handle any more surprises like being stuck in a restaurant waiting for you or what you did in the bathroom. You should have known better in both cases. We've already talked about the bathroom, but today you should have texted me about being late."

"I am so tired of hearing my own excuses," she complained. "I didn't know what to say."

"Excuses are better than silence. Anything would have been fine so long as you let me know you were running late or that you weren't sure when you'd be able to leave to meet me." I let go of her hands now that I'd said the part I really wanted to get through to her.

"You're right. I can't just disappear." She looked into my eyes. "I feel terrible that I did that to you."

"Knowing that you give a shit really helps." I frowned. "I hate to make you feel worse, but your stunt in the bathroom has had consequences. I have the Tail Virus." Just saying it aloud got me thinking about my nethers and that spurred on their excitement.

"Oh no!" Her hands went to her cheeks as a horrified look creased her charming face.

"It's the worst time I could have gotten it and I am overwhelmed at the idea of performing while I'm in the initial stages."

She reached for my hands, but then thought better of it. "This is my fault and I'm not gonna let it ruin your first Tomorrowland. I'll call in favors from other producers, I'll even set aside stuff I was planning to do if you need anything, anything at all."

Blushing and rubbing my thighs together, I asked, "Well, for starters, I'm doubting you have a good answer to this, but I thought I'd ask anyway: Do you have any tips for dealing with the increased libido and prevent boners in public?"

"Sex with other people, hands down. Satisfaction lasts way longer. If there's anyone here that you know and might be willing to do stuff with you, I suggest you ask him or her if they're willing to…" She blushed profusely and put her hand up to dismiss what she'd been saying. "I promise I'm not coming on to you. After lunch I was going to ask a friend, who I met here last year, if they were willing to help me out. I was going to suggest you do something similar."

Even though she hadn't meant to put the idea in my head, it was there: me seeing if I could fit her inside me, her grunting as she tried to make it work. I took a deep breath as my crotch begged for me to make that fantasy a reality. "The only people I know here, I know professionally and I don't think it would be a good idea to try and do stuff with them."

"I should have realized that." She tilted her head. "You look really uncomfortable, are you okay?"

Of course my body would take the mere mention of sex and turn it into a five alarm fire. And the more blood that rushed down there, the more stuff started to shift around. "I think the virus is flaring up."

"Oh dear!" She leaned in close. "Getting some odd sensations?"

I nodded. It was scary not knowing what was going on down there. What if something was wrong? What if my infection was too strong or changing me in ways that would require surgical correction? "If I tell you what I'm feeling, do you think you could tell me whether it's normal?"

"I only know about what happened to me, but I'll help you get to the doctor if there's any doubt."

Speaking in a low voice that wouldn't leave the alley, I said, "My pussy lips feel like they're being lightly pinched and my clit feels like it's being tugged on."

Her eyes went wide. "The first part is exactly what I felt when my pussy started going equine and the second is what I felt sometimes when my cock grew bigger."

"Going equine?" She'd just answered a question she had no idea I'd been wondering about.

"Yeah, like, it looks like it belongs on a mare, complete with a big clit and an annoying proclivity for winking at the worst moments."

Though I was curious to see her equine pussy, I didn't want one of my own! That was bound to add more distraction than just my cock growing in. My legs suddenly forgot to hold me up as the pinching sensation became unbearably pleasurable. Athena wrapped her arms around my middle to steady me and I moaned as my breasts pressed against hers.

She let go instantly, but I started falling again, so she put us back in contact and that's all it took for my prick to start poking at her large equine balls. This time both of us moaned. I felt her cock start going down her right thigh, pressing against me through our clothing. Then we were panting and looking into each other's eyes. My legs gained purpose by bringing my lips closer to hers. Caught up in the same lustful moment, she leaned in and pressed her lips against mine.

My arms wrapped around her squeezing our fronts together while I kissed her firmly with my mouth and my groin. We rolled our hips against each other, getting fully hard as our bodies heated up to the point of smoldering. Wetness leaked into my panties as my desire for her hardening length skyrocketed.

We were running out of air and could only bring ourselves to stop kissing when we were about to pass out. This led to us gasping like pearl divers who'd just come to the surface.

The only thing that stopped us from going further was our clothing, which we were too busy making out to remove. By the time every inch of her member was running down her leg, I was shoving mine into the space between her thighs. Her balls were so huge and warm. I loved how she'd chosen to wear jeans that showed them off and let me feel their shape against my erection. The moisture behind them was soaking through my jeans where the tip of my virgin shaft met her engorged slit.

She reached a hand down, across my ass, and then up between my legs before digging the tips of her index and middle fingers into my changing muff. I clung to her even more firmly, glad that our kissing was muffling my moans. I yelped and pulled out of the kiss as a powerful wave of contractions went from deep in my passage to my entrance, spreading it wide.

"You okay?" she asked while panting heavily to try and catch her breath.

"Yeah." I took another couple breaths. "I think my mare parts just winked."

She let go of me and switched to grabbing me round the waist with one arm while standing right beside me. "We need to get you to your hotel room."

"We do?" I asked.

"Do you want to whinny in public?" she asked.

"Whinny?" My eyes went wide.

"When my pussy changed, I started to whinny sometimes during sex and could smell things."

"What sorts of things?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Mares in heat, people in heat, nuances in vegetables, you know, normal horse stuff," she replied.

I blushed so hard my cheeks tingled. "C-can you smell me?"

"Yes, very," she pulled me toward the sidewalk with her. "Not gonna stand around when I can prevent you some humiliation."

I gasped from walking. "People are going to see our—"

"Dicks? Yeah, maybe, but if we're not whinnying, they won't be actively looking at us." We were nearly out of the alley and she was fighting to pull me along with her.

Dragging my feet, I said, "But I don't want people to see mine."

"Ugh, fine, I gave up once I was over eight inches, but I guess you're not anywhere near there yet." She let go of me. "Walk behind me and hang on to my hips so you don't lose your balance."

I did exactly as she suggested, giving her directions to my hotel as we went. My throat and sinuses itched incessantly the whole way making me sneeze and cough behind her. As we got to the front door of the hotel, a man smoking a pipe looked directly at Athena's bulge and his pipe fell right out of his mouth. The embers from the tobacco glowed brightly as they scattered across the concrete. After swearing and scooping his pipe up off the ground, he avoided eye contact and looked toward the colorful buildings on the opposite side of the river. Seeing someone else react to her incredible endowment got my own throbbing against her ass.

My pussy winked again as we entered my hotel and I felt a sound try to make it out of my mouth. I swallowed this sound, suppressing it the same way one suppresses a sneeze when they're holding a delicate object. I could smell something metallic and woody, like a piece of salty driftwood baking in the sun. It reminded me of the way men's groins smelled when they were ready to be ridden, but it was far more powerful. And there were added layers, like spices that had always been there but I'd never had the sensory resolution to make out. I didn't have names for them, but that didn't lessen their effect. The scent that was driving me the most wild was what must have been her pre. It had the same chamomile-like scent as her cum, but it was lighter and more floral. I wanted, needed to make new noises and I needed her to stuff the source of this wonderful scent inside me.

A female bunny mosaic who was wearing an elegant suit and had her long black hair up in a bun caught my eye. Mosaics were the human/animal hybrids that were the end result of most Tail Virus infections. This one was staring at Athena's package while hiding her surprised gaping mouth with one of her paw-padded hands. The fact that she couldn't look away, that she looked like she was doing mental math about whether Athena would fit, made my situation a thousand times worse.

I pressed my prick against Athena's backside and my whole body clenched as I stifled the sound it wanted to make.

Sensing I was reaching my limit, Athena picked up the pace toward the elevator bank.

As we walked by the bowl of dark Belgian chocolates on the reception desk, I looked at it forlornly, wishing I had a good enough excuse to grab some. I resisted the urge to ask Athena to stop for one and the urge to rub my thighs together while I was in view of the entire lobby, but only just.

After Athena hit the up button, she said, "Take deep breaths, we're almost there." She shivered and gasped.

"You okay?" I asked as her scent became much more powerful.

She leaned in and whispered in my ear. "My pussy winked."

Thinking about her pussy winking, it was too much! I put my hand over my mouth and let out just the very beginning of a whinny before forcing out a breath to stifle it.

Athena's eyes widened as she started to whinny back, she did the same as me, putting her hand over her mouth and breathing out through her nose. "We're running out of time."

I nodded, not wanting to chance another whinny getting out when I tried to speak.

The wait for the elevator was difficult. I kept thinking about things like eating chocolate, pressing myself against Athena's side, and reaching into my pants to finger myself. When the elevator arrived, I was just about to start humping against her. After she guided me into the wood and stainless steel interior of the elevator, I started moving my legs, reveling in the feeling of my own wetness making my now larger and fuller pussy lips slide against each other.

"What floor?" she asked.

"Th—AHH—aaard!" It was more of a moan than a word.

"You okay back there?"

After a squeak from finding out I could control my new snatch and make it wink on purpose, I said, "No."

"Something wrong?" She looked behind her.

"There's this powerful tingling right under my dick," I reported. It was so private, so taboo to talk about it in an elevator where the door could open at any moment, but I needed to know what was happening for my own sanity.

"I think I got tingling there when my horse clit came in to replace the one that was growing into a dick. You're going to have—"

The door opened and three people from the first floor got on. Two of the three comprised a skinny couple riddled with piercings and tattoos. I was willing to bet money that they were attending Tomorrowland together. The third person was a bald-headed guy in sharp-looking grey athletic clothes. He looked to be worth a small fortune, particularly due to the gold watch on his wrist and his gold-plated Apple airpods.

Athena took a moment to edit what she was going to say. "It's going to be intense when it finally happens, so be ready."

People in the elevator probably thought we'd been in a conversation about one of the many parties that happened around Tomorrowland. I felt like an erotic conspirator being the only one on the elevator that knew the true meaning of what she'd said.

Athena shivered in the exact same way she'd done when her pussy had winked…I was gonna lose it!

My heart pounded in my ears as the tingling got worse. I knew the prickling in the back of my throat wasn't a cough this time, I was sure that I'd whinny at the top of my lungs if I opened my mouth. Athena's scent was driving me batshit and I was fighting an urge to reach around and stroke her stallion prick. So much fighting, so many impulses, a sensation of ominous weightlessness enveloped me as I realized I was about to lose control. It was too much, not getting off was like trying to avoid eating a homemade double fudge brownie fresh out of the oven.

At the second floor, two thirty-something women in neon blue and pink gym shorts and tops got on. I was gritting my teeth as the new clit rang like a bell. It was pushing my pussy lips apart, I widened my stance to try and compensate, but the movement was all it took for it to go off.

Closing my eyes, I buried my face in Athena's back whinnying at the top of my lungs. My cunt spilled its nectar down my thighs as it winked and spasmed. Her buttocks were wonderfully toned. Despite my reservations about encouraging my cock, I couldn't resist pressing my tent into the space between her ass cheeks, testing the stretch of her jeans. I whinnied even louder as my new dick came, adding another dimension of pleasure to the orgasm from my pussy. Even as earth-shattering embarrassment reverberated throughout my mind, I couldn't stop moving and got carried away by a wave of ecstasy from both ends.

Pressing my entire body against Athena's back as I whinnied a second time, I wished I was invisible.

The thirty-something women both said something in Dutch that had the cadence of, "The hell just happened?" The business man spoke in lightly German-accented English, "What the fuck is wrong with you?!," the female Tomorrowland-goer asked, "Is she okay?"

Athena laughed obnoxiously. "Sorry everyone, we're practicing a performance art piece. I think Pricilla here went a bit overboard." She looked behind her. "Maybe tone it down next time? We don't want to injure people's hearing."

Catching my breath and relaxing a bit, I played along. "Sorry, I went too far that time. Won't happen again."

"Good, and apologies to everyone." Athena said as the door opened. It was the third floor, which had the gym, sauna, and my room on it.

"Yeah, I'm really sorry," I said as people shuffled out.

The rich guy scoffed, the two women swore, and the Tomorrowland couple sighed, muttering something about the incomprehensibility of high art.

We waited until everyone had left the elevator before making for my room. Things were still happening between my legs, but I managed to say, "Thank you, thank you so much. That was rock bottom for me and you made it so much better than it would have been otherwise."

"I'm not going to stand around and watch your life get ruined, girl. As long as you'll have me, I've got your back," she said as we got up to my door.

I gave her my card and we entered the room. As I let go of her, she said, "I should be the one thanking you, no one's touched me like that in a week and I have plenty of masturbation material for when I get back to my room."

That's when I realized I hadn't asked her to stay, that she wasn't assuming we'd have sex once we got to my room. I paused as I tried to figure out what the best way to ask her to stay was.

"Actually…What you did in the elevator hit all my buttons." She shivered and bit her finger as she glanced at the bathroom. "I hate to have to ask you this, but can I use your bathroom for a while before I go? I'm about to burst." She pointed at the monster running down her leg.

"No," I said, still not sure how to convey that I wanted to deal with her throbbing problem first hand.

"No?"

My hands clumsily worked to undo my button and unzip my pants. Some part of me knew the implications of this act, but most of me was just trying to free my sensitive parts from confinement. My heart raced as I pulled down my pants and panties and stepped out of them. The closer I got to actually fucking her, the more it seemed like a good idea.

She started undoing her pants. "This is the best day of my life. The absolute best day!" she said as she pulled down her pants and panties until her horsecock flicked upwards and whacked her right in the chin.

I laughed despite the tenseness of the situation and she shut me up by shoving her dick between my thighs and across my pussy lips. Clinging to her, I trembled as my snatch winked over and over against the top side of her thick shaft. It felt incredible to have something so hot and smooth against my nethers. I was out of breath simply from being in her arms. After I got over my amazement, we were going to go at it like animals!

Chapter 4

Athena was in my hotel room, her horsecock large as life and stuffed between my thighs. If someone had told me this would be happening today, I would've thought they were crazy. But there was no denying the heat, firmness, and insistent throbbing of her length.

The only word I managed to say in response to this situation was, "More!"

"More what?" she asked.

"I don't know, I just want more," I replied. There were so many options, so many things I wanted to try, and I didn't want this sexcapade to end until I'd had her inside me.

She chuckled and smiled brightly before grabbing my shoulders and pushing me onto the bed. While I was sputtering and wondering what she was up to, she got on all fours above me and spun around so her exceptional, mottled, horse pussy and balls were facing me. The scent from her marehood was sweet and floral, like orange blossoms. As she lowered it toward me, her head dipped down to mine.

I moaned and gyrated under her when I felt her hot breath on my sensitive changed lips. She quieted me by planting her pussy on my face. Her wetness got all over my nose, lips, and chin as I tasted her sweet folds. When I got my lips around her clit and started sucking, she did the same to me. We whinnied excitedly while grinding against each other's faces, our cunts winking over and over.

Neither of us cared about controlling our cries of passion, instead we reveled in expressing our lust for each other. I nipped and licked and sucked and hummed at her horse clit. My experimentation inspiring her to be more adventurous, she put her thumb inside my snatch and pressed it against the back wall. I nearly came on the spot. It felt so good to be filled while getting oral. When I did the same to her while using my other hand to cup one of her hefty balls, she came, covering me in her juices.

Instead of collapsing after her gigantic release, she kept at it. Hearing my shrill moans, she knew I was close and started adding fingers. Then, as I kicked at the bed, shoved her whole fist inside my cunt, showing me what my new mare parts were capable of. I came instantly, whinnying and screaming while my legs spasmed and my back arched.

As that was happening, while I was too busy cumming to tell her not to, she took my virgin prick into her mouth. I couldn't believe the sensations coming from it. I'd felt my clit press up between my fingers when I masturbated, but this was on a whole different level. My whole dick was surrounded by warmth. I could feel the skin of my shaft stretch, the pressure her tongue was exerting, the chill of the air whenever she pulled her mouth back. Moving on their own, my hips thrust in time with her motions as I hissed through my teeth.

To my relief, when I came a half minute later, nothing came out and I didn't grow even a centimeter. But I did have a completely bizarre experience. Cumming from my prick was like a sharp stab of pleasure, like getting hit by lightning. It blew my breakers and got deep grunting groans from me. The moment I came down from it, Athena started laughing.

"Shut up!" I said.

Pulling her mouth off me, she said, "That was adorable. You sounded like you were trying to do a lion impression."

"Oh? Do you make less embarrassing sounds when you cum from your cock?" I asked.

"Let's find out." She got off me and then quickly settled between my legs.

"Hey! You already know what sounds you make!" I corrected.

"I don't know what sounds I make when I'm fucking you, though. Part of why I love sex is that it's different with every person." She pressed her wide, pre-drooling, equine head against my snatch.

"I can't tell you how much I want this, I don't have words," I said.

She chuckled. "Same here. It's time to see how far along your mare pussy is." Her hips jumped forward, popping the head of her horsecock into my cunt.

"AAAAHHH!" I cried out.

"You like?" she teased.

"Fuck yes!" I hooked my legs around behind her and pulled her toward me, forcing her to stuff me with every inch that would fit. I'd never been stretched like this, never had anything so hot, big, and hard inside me. The slight ribbed texture of my passage was magnified by how taut my flesh was. She couldn't move a millimeter without me knowing. To my frustration, I bottomed out with only half of her inside me. "Damn it!"

"Just give it time. I bet I'll be getting in all the way by the end of the week." She pulled all the way out and then plunged half her length back in.

"Unf! I hope so! I feel like it's not enough, like there should be more inside me." I wanted to feel her heavy balls smack my ass as she fucked me, damn it!

"I bet I'll get you to whinny all the same," she said as she grabbed my hips and bucked, jabbing me with her legend-sized length.

I clawed at the sheets, I threw pillows at her and yowled like a feral cat. I had no idea what to do with myself. Sex had never felt this good, I'd never felt this good. She was beaming with confidence the whole time, pleased as peach to be dicking someone so appreciative. An electric warmth was building in my snatch and splashing across every inch of me as she hammered away with her bestial blunt prick. She'd had the good sense to rub at my clit with her thumb as she did so, making sure I got the stimulation I would have gotten from her loins clapping against mine.

She started groaning and making broken jagged thrusts as her flare expanded inside me. This made me even more aware of the texture of my passage and the immense size of her insertion. I came just before she did, whipping my head backward so hard that I bonked it on the padded headboard. As she unleashed a true stallion's load inside me, I whinnied over and over again, my pussy milking her for all she was worth. I felt her jizz spill out of me onto the bed long before she was done. There just wasn't enough room for it all.

Seeing that my nipples were rock hard, she grabbed them and tugged, both of us still orgasming. I squealed and wiggled back and forth feeling concentrated bliss spill into every corner of my being. The only thing that concerned me was that some of that pleasure was centered on my prick and traveling up it.

As I came down from my peak, I grabbed my cock and felt it grow in my hands, "Urgh! Stupid dick!' I complained as it gained another inch of length and got just the slightest hint of a medial ring.

"It's not stupid, it's sexy!" Releasing my right nipple and shooing my hand away, Athena took hold of my length and stroked swiftly, getting me off just as it reached about three and a half inches long. I was so exhausted from all the sex, I groaned and lazily ground my hips as this last, satisfying, orgasm ran through me. I didn't want to admit it, but the pleasure from my muff, my prick, and the nipple she was still pinching felt way better than any of those one things on their own. The combination was utterly divine.

I came back to my senses in the middle of something Athena was saying, "So, you might find you have an easier time controlling it if you try going inside me."

"Huh?" I tilted my head.

She laughed. "Welcome back, I was saying that you might find your cock is easier to control if you use it on me. After something like what we just did, I don't get nearly as many surprise stiffies."

"I'd rather not give it too much attention until the festival is over. There's lots of doctors that say blood flow and stimulation speed up the transformation."

Raising an eyebrow, she said, "There's lots of doctors that say that's hogwash."

"Well, it's the only thing I can try, and with it this small, I can just get baggier jeans and not get noticed," I said.

"Hmm, that's true." She traced a finger over the underside of my prick. "Why do you care if people know about this guy?"

"I don't want to go home and see that all the news outlets are talking about me getting the Tail Virus at Tomorrowland instead of my music and dancing." I sighed.

"They'll probably report on both, and Tail Virus victims don't get that much bad press these days."

"Yeah, but I'm just starting to get established as a top tier electronic artist. I'd feel awful if people started referring to me as 'that EDM chick that grew a cock at Tomorrowland.' Once a connection like that is made, it can follow someone their whole career. Neon Kelp often spends half of all her interviews talking about being trans because the media is fixated on stuff like that. She hates it and I am terrified of it happening to me."

She shrugged. "You know what I got known as early in my career?"

"The hot chick that can remix music so beautifully that it brings tears to people's eyes?" I offered.

She leaned in and kissed me on the lips before continuing. "Sorry, but no, I was known as the chick that called Deadmau5 a narcissistic hothead."

"That was you!?" I laughed. "I mean, I love his music, but you're not wrong."

"Well, I think that might have been an overstatement. I really should have thought twice about my words when the NPR host brought up my twitter beef with Deadmau5. I should've said something more PC like, 'He has anger issues that need to be addressed.' Narcissistic hothead, what was I thinking? Of course that would go viral!" She groaned. "You know why you thought my name sounded familiar? I'm willing to bet money that your first introduction to me was reading about that incident."

"I think you're right." My stomach clenched. "That's horrible!"

"It was, but it only took half a year for most of the articles to start being about my music and collaborations with other artists." She planted a hand on my breast and played with it idly, making it jiggle. "All that said, that wasn't right when I was making it into the big leagues. I was already pretty established before that happened. So, maybe I'm making a bad comparison."

I grabbed one of her big, round breasts and toyed with it the same way she was toying with mine. "You do have a point, though. It's not like I'd never be known for anything else. But boy do I want to avoid having to go through the part where everyone's talking about it."

She slapped my other breast with her hand and then squeezed until I gasped. "If you wanna try the whole not encouraging your cock thing, I'm game. And, if I'm around when you get a boner, you can hide behind me anytime."

I grabbed her and pulled her against me. "Thank you."

"No problem, hon." She kissed my cheek. "You wanna meet up tomorrow and do this again?"

Groping her ass, I said, "Very yes."

We spent another couple hours together watching "Sorry to Bother You" while naked and cuddling. I had a feeling she'd dig it, and I was totally right. After that, we had another quickie and she left to go back to her room.

The next day was Sunday and the temperature was a perfect, not too hot or cold, seventy degrees. We danced our asses off to Flux Pavillion and Martin Garrix. Athena knew she wasn't the best dancer and made up for it by doing some of the lewdest motions I'd ever seen. When you watched her dance, you weren't thinking about the music. The side effect of all this was that it made her erection go crazy. Twice, during that day, I guarded the door of a backstage women's bathroom while she got herself off as quickly as possible. Her whinnies were mostly swallowed up by the loud music, but some of the backstage crew noticed and I had to act like everything was normal while hoping my boner wasn't obvious.

After Martin Garrix's set was over, we retreated from the crowds and entered the massive backstage area of the mainstage. There, Athena introduced me to Martin Garrix and Tiesto. Though the conversation was a bit boring because they were just meeting me, I got some great feedback on my tracks. They'd both looked me up and listened to some of my music after my performance with Modestep. That said, my favorite part of meeting them was hearing about how Tiesto loved Martin's music so much that he befriended Martin and promoted him when Martin was only seventeen. Six years later, their camaraderie was as strong as ever.

The best part of our time at the festival that day was all the people who asked nicely to take images of us instead of trying to sneak pictures when we weren't paying attention. More people knew who I was than I expected and I noticed that security was keeping a close eye on us, never letting us get too far from them. More people knew Athena than me, but almost all of them asked to take selfies with both of us. Because I was self conscious about the possibility of a rise in my jeans, I often turned my front toward Athena or crossed my legs in a fun pose, anything to deemphasize my crotch area. Having a very small prick made it easy. The main worry that kept running through my head was the idea that my cock might gain inches while I was out in the middle of the festival. Thankfully, that didn't happen.

I probably wouldn't have lasted long out in the crowds without Athena because I let her do most of the talking. When a lot of people asked questions at once and interrupted each other, I lost track of the conversation and felt tense. Athena would restate what people said and keep the conversations on course despite all the chaos. She was better at it than Neon Kelp because Neon always wanted to try and answer every question in the order it was asked. Athena just skipped over comments or questions that she didn't want to deal with and let all the other tangents cover up the fact that she never answered them.

Athena made sure to take me to all sixteen stages at Tomorrowland so I could marvel at the amazing work that went into them. Our exhaustion was palpable when we got back to my room. After a lazy fuck in the shower, we fell asleep on my bed in each other's arms. Monday was spent recovering in my room while having a couple more bouts of lazy sex where we both complained about the fact that my pussy still couldn't fit all of her. Just before dinner, she gave me a blowjob that made my legs shake. I'd been managing to only use my dick once a day and it wasn't getting any bigger. She left after that because we both valued alone time and had some stuff to catch up on.

That's when I realized I hadn't checked my email since Friday. I'd gotten so many notifications on my phone due to the festival that I'd missed a bunch of stuff. Chief among them was Neon Kelp's reply to my email.

"AHHHH! You got the Tail Virus!? I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE WHAT YOU BECOME!!! Sorry, just had to get that out of my system. In all seriousness, I hope you don't have any ill effects and are happy with the changes. I know it's scary."

She gave me some reassuring info that showed only a very small percentage of those who got the Tail Virus ended up with complications and that surgery to correct or change things had made great advancements in the past few years.

After that, she said, "Top experts on the Tail Virus recommend a combination of following your urges and trying to control them. This avoids slip ups that lead to regrets. This is where I remind you that we have an open relationship and you're welcome to try and take care of those urges with another person, if you haven't already. It's said to work even better, so it might be worth a try. I imagine there's someone at the festival who already has the virus, other than the irresponsible person that gave it to you, who also needs someone to help them with their urges. At large events like this, there's often Tail Virus survivor meet ups (that often lead to hookups) and that might be an angle where you can get some relief. Just make sure you tell someone where you're going and be careful."

I laughed when I thought about how she'd react to finding out that Athena and I had worked things out and were on our way to being close friends.

"Love you! If you need someone to talk to in the next week, but I'm asleep, just ring my phone twice in a row to get through my Do Not Disturb."

My reply to her took an hour and a half. I explained the entire arc of how I went from nearly kicking Athena to the curb to being her fuckbuddy. I made sure to include every sexy detail before ending with, "You better send me a video of you getting off to this. I miss hearing your moans. <3" I wished so much that she was here with me. She was my security blanket. When I was anxious, her calm demeanor and understanding kept me grounded.

After responding to other emails and catching up on social media, I fell asleep. Tuesday morning, I tinkered with a couple loops I'd been working to develop into full songs and figured out a bass line for one of them. Then, just after I'd forced myself to order and eat a salad at a cafe near my hotel, I got a text from Athena. "The crotch on one of my pairs of jeans just wore through. You wanna go on a thrift store run with me? I imagine you're in the market for a couple pairs of baggy jeans."

"Sure, but I gotta get to Tomorrowland to do an equipment check at four and I'd like to be early."

"I wouldn't be the least bit offended if you have to ditch me to keep on schedule. Plus, the thrift store I want to go to isn't far from your hotel." She sent the address.

As I looked at the map to see that it was indeed close to me, my pussy winked. I shuddered and gasped, then I blushed heavily as I wrote, "FYI, my pussy's been acting up this morning, so, if you hang out with me, you're likely to have some containment issues."

"All the better, that way I can see if my dick fits comfortably down the legs of the jeans I'm trying on," she replied.

Rubbing my sex against the chair through my jeans, I typed, "Won't you feel bad about leaving them for other people to try on if you don't buy them?"

"That's what condoms are for, hon."

I smiled. "You're good at this whole having a horsecock thing!"

"You know, you're right! I've only had this thing a month and I'm already a dick strategist."

I laughed so hard I dropped my phone on the carpeted floor. When I picked it up, I sent, "A DICK STRATEGIST? What?!"

"Hey! What the hell else do you call it when someone knows how to live comfortably with a dick and can give other bedicked people advice? A dick life coach? A dick whisperer?"

Now I was crying I was laughing so hard. It took me a whole minute to catch my breath. "ROFL!"

"Thought I should ask: Are you sure you want to go out today when your down under is acting up?" she asked.

"I really need baggier pants and it's not nearly as bad as it was the other day. I figure I can make it until we do stuff tonight. If I don't go now, I might be in even worse shape later and have more to hide and no pants to hide it with," I said.

"Girl, if you're so concerned about being seen packing wood, you should also pick up a skirt."

"Now I need two things at the thrift store."

She sent, "Haha! See you in a half hour? I think it's about half way between us and I'm about to head out the door."

"That works for me!" After sending that, I got out of my jeans and took off my panties. Then I grabbed a paper towel segment off the roll I'd been using as napkins for takeout food and one of my black cotton socks. After using the paper towel to make sure the sock would stay in place, I put my panties back on, feeling far more okay with the idea of going out while I was a bit wet.

I headed to the thrift store, only having to stop once due to my pussy winking. I'd figured that working on music projects before going out would keep my mind off sex and it had actually worked. My prick wasn't being much of a prick for once!

Chapter 5

Unlike the thrift stores I'd seen in America, this one had mannequins and window displays that made it look like a proper clothing store. Above the large display windows was a two-foot-tall bright green sign with a logo that looked like a person and "Oxfaun" in white rounded letters that ran the length of the store. For a moment, I thought I had ended up at a store for new clothes and was at the wrong place, but then I saw Athena waving at me from just inside the door.

When I entered, she was having a conversation with a stocky young woman behind the counter.

Pushing her pink-highlighted raver hair out of her face, the woman said, "How much do big clubs pay for you to appear?"

"For a festival like this, I get paid twenty to sixty thousand. It depends on the size of the event and whether I'm a main stage act or a side act and lots of other things. At local clubs, I make a few thousand. If I tour, I make several thousand to ten thousand each night. About thirty percent of that gets eaten by paying the people who got me the gig and the company that manages me, but it still pays better than any job I'd get with my journalism degree," she chuckled.

"Wait, were you going to be a reporter before you started DJing?" I asked, trying to ignore the fact that she made at least double what I made at my appearances.

"I was an investigative reporter for Channel 13 Action News in Las Vegas before I made it big." She announced the channel name like an anchorwoman which got a laugh from both me and the woman behind the counter.

The woman said, "So, you make that much money and you're here thrift shopping?"

"New clothes shrink in the drier, bleed on your other clothes when you put them in the washer, and they don't last much longer than clothes I buy at thrift stores." She shrugged. "I like saving money, effort, and waste any way I can and I've been shopping at thrift stores since I was this high." She put her hand down past her waist indicating a toddler's stature.

"Was it really called Action News?" I asked.

"Yep! That was the best part of the job," she chuckled.

The woman behind the counter offered her hand to Athena, "My name's Collette. I'm pleased to have met you."

"Pleasure's all mine, Collette," Athena said as she shook Collette's hand.

Retrieving her hand, Collette said, "I still can't believe you just walked in here. I've been listening to your music since your first EP."

"I'm still getting used to the idea that millions of people have heard my songs," Athena said.

"I can't even imagine what that's like," Collette stared off into the distance.

Athena shook her head. "Neither can I."

"But it's already happened," I said.

"My understanding of it reaches its limit when it's more people than I have seen dancing to my sets. Even at my largest sets, I don't think there's more than ten thousand people. If there were ten thousand people at every one of my events, I'd have to play one hundred events to reach a million. My most popular song has fifteen million listens on youtube alone. That's fifteen hundred shows worth and it would take decades to have that many." She sighed. "When I had my first show for more than ten thousand people, I realized that it would take years to memorize all their names, let alone match them to their faces."

I grabbed onto the counter to steady myself. The entire room was spinning. I couldn't breathe.

Athena grabbed my upper arm, concerned I was going to lose my balance. "You okay there, hon? You're looking very pale."

Her question snapped me out of it and I spoke quickly, voice full of anxiety. "My most popular song has eight million views and I had never thought about it like that. It was just a number, until now." I felt cold and hot at the same time and was trying to remember to keep breathing.

"Oh dear." She turned her attention to Collette. "Is there a chair she can sit in?"

Collette ran over to the furniture section and came back with a wooden dining chair before setting it down next to me. "Here you go."

Athena lowered me into the chair and I curled in on myself. She may not have been able to comprehend the number, but, in that moment, I could see it as clear as day. "The 2017 Women's March had an estimated three to four and a half million people in it. I remember seeing city after city with protesters filling the streets…and twice as many people have listened to my music."

Athena kneeled down and hugged me. "Now I'm starting to feel dizzy."

I laughed helplessly. "I'm not dizzy anymore, but I feel a bit sick."

Collette said, "The more I see of fame, the less I want it."

"It comes with some very difficult baggage, that's for sure," Athena said.

"Do millions of people read articles about me?" I asked.

"Unless it's a top story, I doubt it. Most people know nothing more than a celebrity's name. Average person just uses the name to hear more music or see more movies or read more books by that person," Athena said. "My time as an investigative reporter gets brought up in lots of my interviews, but I only rarely meet someone who knows that about me."

For some reason, that helped me calm down enough that I was able to breathe normally and sit up. Not long after that, we grabbed pairs of jeans to try on and went to the dressing room. The walls of the dressing room were the same color as the thrift store interior, stark white. The full length mirror on the door was opposite a blond wooden bench with two sets of hooks above it. After hanging the clothes we wanted to try on the hooks, we stared at each other for a moment. There wasn't a lot of room in the dressing room, so we were only a couple feet from each other.

Athena stroked my cheek. "Feeling better?"

"Much," I smiled shyly.

She kissed me on the lips, lingering just long enough for me to want more. So, I kissed her back and got more. As she wrapped her arms around me, I got what I needed. Being touched by someone I was close to always helped me feel grounded. Now that I had the Tail Virus, however, it also gave me an instant boner.

Our nipples hardened, poking at each other through our shirts. Then our erections stirred rubbing at each other through our pants. I would have stopped, but I wanted this distraction from my worries and I felt safe in the confines of the dressing room—like we were in our own little world.

When she was fully hard, Athena shivered as she pulled down her pants and exposed her equine monster. Then she put her hands on my shoulders and guided me to my knees. Sitting face to face with her mottled pink and dark brown prick, I licked up the dollop of pre that formed. Her hands went to my head as she pressed her shaft into my mouth. Then I was sucking while being careful about the pressure so I didn't make loud slurping noises. I'd never given head to such a girthy shaft and was being very careful to use my lips to protect it from my teeth.

Licking across the broad head with my tongue and feeling the little nubs around the circumference of her flare was making me so hard it felt like my dick was a knotted muscle. Even so, I refused to touch it. Instead, I used one hand for the part of her shaft I couldn't fit in my mouth and the other to fondle her gigantic, wonderful balls.

She grabbed at her breasts and sighed out a lovely quiet moan as she started thrusting into my blowjob.

I closed my eyes and focused on the sensation of her flare running over the ridges on the top of my mouth, and the complex, melony, salty, and sweet flavor of her pre. She gasped as she shot a blast of pre down my throat and then pulled my head back saying, "Wait, I gotta try on pants when I'm at full mast."

It was good we'd stopped because my wetness was starting to soak into the sock I'd put in my panties. As if to protest her taking away her cock, my snatch winked powerfully. I put my hand over my mouth to muffle a whinny.

"You okay?" she asked as she put on an XXXL condom, stretching it to get it past her flare.

When the whinny passed, I got up on my shaky legs and whispered in her ear, "That wink had started from deeper inside me than any of the others. I almost came."

She groaned as her length lurched and deposited some pre in the end of the condom.

I chuckled as I took off my jeans. "Seems we're both on edge."

"Hoo boy, I almost lost it just then. I think I let you suck it too long." She carefully rolled the condom over her medial ring to get it on the rest of the way. Then she grabbed her special herm-friendly panties and put her cock through the right leg hole along with her right leg.

My dick was sticking up past the waist of my panties, but I knew that wasn't the typical way it went when it got erect, so I pointed it toward my right thigh. Then I tried on the first pair of jeans. They outlined my cock obviously, but they fit my thighs and ass so well I blushed when I saw myself from behind.

"Welp, we're buying those," Athena said. "Even if you don't want to go out in them."

I smirked, feeling gorgeous for the first time in ages. "Sure, everyone needs a pair of jeans for lap dancing."

Athena chuckled. "Truer words have never been spoken." She pulled on her first pair to try, they were an aged black pair that had silver rivets anywhere they could get away with adding them.

"Oooh, I like the industrial look. Goes well with your music," I said.

"Yeah, and they have enough room that Sir Cumsalot isn't getting squished."

I giggled. "Sir Cumsalot?"

"What? You don't have a name for yours?" She raised an eyebrow, keeping a straight face.

Looking at the obvious outline of my prick, I said, "No, I don't think we know him well enough to give him a name."

"How about we just call him Big Tony, for now?"

I blinked. "Big Tony? What?"

She shrugged. "I imagine him as a mobster continually extorting you for hush money."

"Wow, that's actually really fitting."

"I told you, I'm a dick strategist!" she said a bit too loud while waggling her eyebrows.

I stifled a giggle and then we both went on to try out several pairs of jeans. Out of the seven we'd found for me, two pairs were pretty good. One of them was baggy without looking all that bad. Another was maybe not as baggy as I wanted, but would be fine as long as my dick didn't get much bigger. When we went back out to the floor, we were both still hard because we could smell each other's excitement. Part of me wanted to hide in the dressing room, but I figured this horniness feedback loop was our new normal and not something a bit of dressing room masturbation could fix. As I scoured the jeans section one more time, I made sure to keep the racks between me, the counter, and the chocolate poodle mosaic that was also browsing the racks.

Athena wasn't nearly as careful, she walked right by the thin and fit poodle mosaic and I had to look away when she stared at Athena's crotch and then sniffed the air. When Athena went up to the counter to ask about a missing price tag, Collette blurted out, "I'd heard you'd gotten the tail virus, but wow, that's…a lot." Then she blushed and put her hand over her mouth. "Sorry! So sorry! It's just, I've never seen—"

"Don't worry about it." Athena gave a friendly chuckle. "I say the nearly same thing to myself every time I look in the mirror. It is a lot."

"Okay, I'm just wondering one thing, then I'll drop it."

"Ask away," Athena said.

"Don't you feel embarrassed walking around when it's…" She paused to find different words. "L-like that?"

"Until recently, I was embarrassed by it and had a lot of shame built up. But after getting excited over and over again at the first day of Tomorrowland this year, I just kinda broke." She shrugged. "The news has already made sure everyone knows I have a big dick, so I have no idea what I was trying to hide in the first place."

Collette was blushing even more now. For a moment, I thought she was gonna hit on Athena, but instead she said, "I dunno, maybe there's an in between position? Because it's very distracting when it's this visible. Not the sort of thing I want to see in public."

Now that their conversation was getting awkward, the poodle woman retreated to the far corner of the store which had all the secondhand books. I was pretending to browse the racks as if I couldn't hear them.

"I'm very sorry, I really am." Athena stepped closer to the counter so it would hide her package from Collette. "Hey, if you had a remote control that could make me go flaccid without any ill effects, I'd give you all my money for it, but as it is, I gotta live my life. And things get a lot harder when I'm constantly ducking into corners and begging my body to behave."

"There are libido suppressants for tail virus victims." Collette offered.

Athena pulled out her phone and said, "Hey Google, show me articles on suicides linked to tail virus libido suppressants." She turned the phone to Collette.

Collette's jaw dropped. "Wow, I'm going to have to look this up when I get home."

"Society has always been willing to sacrifice outliers to create a facade of normalcy." Athena put her phone away. Then she switched back to asking Collette about the missing price tag, seeming quite done with the previous conversation.

When I had two more pairs of jeans and a few skirts to try, I headed toward the dressing room. Athena followed me holding two pairs of jeans and two skirts. Right before we entered, Athena said, "Whoa! Look at those!"

Hanging on the return rack was a pair of pitch black rave pants with neon green straps, outlines on the seams, and triangular patches near the cuff that made them bell shaped. Two-inch-long conical black spikes with neon green trim at the base were scattered across the bottom third of each pant leg. Athena went over to them and looked at the size. "Ohmygod, ohmygod, OH MY GOD! They're your size!" she squealed.

"No, absolutely not," I said.

"Wait, hear me out. They're so black that there'll be no shadows, so even if they're a bit tight in the crotch, no one will be able to make out—" She suddenly remembered we were in the middle of a store. "—stuff."

Looking at them, I saw no light reflecting off of that black. Clearly, the goal of these pants was to have the fluorescent neon green accents stand out as much as possible. They were a void with glowing seams that took shape only under the colorful bright lights of a rave. It was fascinating enough for me to say, "I'm not sure I'd want to be caught dead in them, but I guess I should try them on."

"You guess?" She grabbed them off the rack. "Can't you smell the destiny in the air?"

With my equine-enhanced senses, I could smell my and Athena's snatches as well as her half-hard dick. Just her mentioning scent made my crotch warm. Quietly, I said, "Umm, I don't think that's destiny we're smelling."

"Point taken, I should have said something like 'feel the pull of destiny' or some other tried and true analogy," she said, leading me into the dressing room.

There, she tried on her jeans finding one more pair that met her unique requirements. One of the two pairs of jeans I tried was okay and a bit on the baggy side, but the other pair was a total loss. None of the skirts worked for the same exact reason the second pair of jeans didn't: my boner was obvious in them, even at its just over three inches of length.

"We forgot something very important." I stepped out of the last skirt and hung it back on its hanger as I said, "Women want to show off their ass and thighs and lots of modern skirts tend to be tight near the top. It seems this is even more the case in Europe. They're more okay with showing things off, yoga pants originated in France, after all."

Shaking her head, Athena said, "Yeah, I usually have to try like ten skirts just to get one that works. I was hoping we'd get lucky. Most stores don't even have many skirts. Leggings and jeans have won the women's clothing war."

"It's okay, I have three pairs of jeans that are serviceable. Maybe we could try a different thrift store later in the week?"

"Possibly, if it's easy to get to," she said. Then her eyes twinkled as she handed me the rave pants. "The time has come."

Sighing at the forty euro price tag on the rave pants, I put them on and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked like ridiculous remixed with awesome. As garish and nutty and bizarre as they were, they fit me well and hid my crotch. Only problem was that the fact they were so damn black that the contour of my crotch was clearly visible from the side view.

"I think we have to get them. I'll buy. I didn't arrive in time to pay for your lunch, after all."

"Nah, I don't really need them, plus my lunch didn't cost forty euros."

"Need? My dear, you're mistaken. These pants have chosen you, they are your destiny." Athena grinned.

"My destiny is overpriced," I said.

"Destiny always costs exactly what it should, what it's destined to."

I groaned. "Okay, okay, if you stop it with the generic NPC mystic dialogue, I'll let you buy them for me."

"As was foreseen." She made an important-looking gesture.

"Hey! What did I just say?" I glared at her.

She kissed me full on the lips and then said, "You're adorable."

I kissed her back. "So are you."

She pressed her cock against my thigh. "Even with this?"

"Especially with that." I ground against her.

She pulled her jeans and panties off before grabbing my shoulders and guiding me to my knees.

"Wait, you want me to—"

"Yes." Taking off the condom, she put her prick's wide equine head right in my face.

"Are you sure we don't need that?" I pointed at the condom.

"It gives you more incentive not to spill any." She grabbed my head and pressed her cock into my mouth as pre dribbled from the end.

I wanted to finger myself, but I had the expensive rave pants on and didn't know if I could easily wash them if I got them messy. So, I just focused on getting her off as fast as possible, licking and sucking while marveling at her girth and the texture of her blunt cock head.

"Hnnggg! I'm not gonna last long," she reported as she pulled up her blouse and stuffed some of it in her mouth revealing her toned belly. Then she started thrusting into my face with abandon while making muffled noises.

With one hand gripping and stroking her shaft and one hand groping her balls, I took in the sheer weight of her stallion equipment as my snatch practically vibrated. It took a lot of willpower to keep giving her head without demanding she take care of my pussy.

My eyes widened when she flared in my mouth. Opening wide enough to accommodate it nearly broke the seal I had on the rest of her shaft. Then my eyes got wider as her cock contracted violently along its length. How was I going to swallow it all? We had nothing to clean it up! This was such a bad idea!

The first blast filled my mouth so full that some dribbled out. My heart pounded in my ears as I swallowed again and again and again, feeling like there was no way I could keep up with her. The salty melon taste and the scents I was picking up from being this close to her crotch made my muff wink several times in a row. As she delivered her last volley, I got just to the edge of cumming, so close I got a pang of disappointment through my entire body when it didn't happen.

She spit her shirt out of her mouth and combed her fingers through my hair saying, "Fuck, that was good."

I pulled off slowly, feeling like I'd just survived a tsunami by drinking it. It took effort to close my mouth after having it open that wide for that long.

She pulled me up and kissed me, invading my mouth with her tongue to share the fruits of my oral. She'd had some very dark chocolate before meeting up with me and that taste along with her jizz was divine. I pressed my own erection against her as we continued making out. Then my phone chimed and I broke the kiss. "Oh shit! That's my one hour warning."

Pulling out her phone, she asked me, "You liked the carbonnade flamande at the place I was supposed to meet you, right?"

"Uh, yeah?" I tilted my head.

"I'm gonna get two orders with fries delivered to the hotel. It should arrive around when we do and if not, the hotel staff can hang on to it until we get there. I'll prepay." She unlocked her phone and then paused. "If that's okay."

"Sure, that's a good idea," I said. While I waited for her to place our order, I tried to lick up some cum that was stuck to my lips.

"Okay, we're all set," she said.

"We'll probably have to take a Lyft to Tomorrowland. The bus to it runs pretty infrequently during the week."

"I can pay for that too, if you like," Athena said. "It's more expensive here because Belgians didn't want Lyft and Uber to run taxis out of business."

"I'm doing well this year so far and an expensive taxi ride won't break the bank. If it's insanely expensive, I'll let you buy me dinner."

"Oh, you'll let me, huh? Who says I can't just buy dinner for whoever I want?"

"I do!" I puffed up my chest.

She leaned in and groped my balls as she licked up the bits of cum still stuck to my face.

I got hot all over and squeaked as I tried to stifle a moan.

"Okay, you adorable hottie, why don't you slip out of those pants and let me return the favor? Now that we're gonna pick up food on the way, we can spare five minutes."

Hiding just how much I wanted to say "yes," I looked at the clothes we were going to buy instead of at her. "Nah, I want to stick to once a day."

"You know, I would've dropped my pants the moment I was offered oral. I think you're actually fantastic under pressure and have great self control."

"Almost no one has said that about me, but okay," I said as I gathered up the clothes I was planning on buying.

"Sure, you get overwhelmed, but when you know you have to do something and you don't have time to ruminate about it, you make it work. I could tell you were uncomfortable when you were performing with Modestep, but I wasn't worried because you're a professional through and through. You don't give yourself enough credit, girl."

"I wish I could have that sort of faith in myself." I waited for her to get dressed the rest of the way.

"You're gonna wow the crowd during your set even if your cock gets as big as mine and is threatening to split your seams." She gathered up her clothes.

I grimaced. "Please no."

"I'm not saying I want it to happen, I'm just saying you're gonna do well."

Opening the dressing room door, I said, "I'm glad one of us is convinced." She'd only seen a small sliver of who I was and it was hard to take her compliments at face value. I was good under pressure until I wasn't. Getting overwhelmed was one of my signature moves.

Chapter 6

The food arrived just after we dropped our clothes off and picked up my equipment. Knowing the fries would not be as good if we waited, we ate them with some of our stew as we waited for our Lyft to Tomorrowland. They were so damn good. The birthplace of fries certainly knew how to cook them.

The Lyft ride was torture because every turn and every bump made my mare cunt shower me with delight. By the time we got there, Athena and I were just as excited as we'd been in the dressing room. While walking across the field to the Rose Garden stage, I hid behind Athena thanking the universe for the fact that it was pretty quiet during the week.

"Oooh, you're at the stage I got last year! Zeds Dead is playing here next weekend."

"I'm sure they have a better time slot than me," I said as we walked toward the rose-covered faux corroded Victorian-looking copper stage with an eighty-foot-tall animatronic steampunk dragon guarding it. Its scales were made of red and silver metal, it had a five-lobed crest behind its head, and wings that stretched eighty feet out from either side of the stage. The wings were attached to arms that were helixes of brass and copper-green metal. I was in awe once again, almost missing what Athena was saying.

"Only bad time slots are around dinnertime or lunchtime when people are too full to dance and such."

"My set's at nine," I said.

"Most people eat at least an hour before then, but you're right, it's not the most prime time. It's actually about the same time I played here, I think." She led me up to the stage and then helped me get my wheeled gear bag up there.

A guy in a black shirt and a baseball cap checked that I was indeed there and then continued his rounds. We dug into the rest of our stew, which was now the perfect temperature for eating. It had a lot of onions in it, almost too much, but that was balanced out by the strong flavors of the beef and the dark Belgian ale that formed part of the soup base. The sourness from the ale was countered by some added sweetness which Athena informed me was brown sugar. Now that I wasn't nervous and could fully appreciate Belgium's most famous dish, I was falling for it.

As we tested my equipment, we kept finding excuses to grope each other. This drove my excitement was through the roof. The sock between my legs was sopping wet, I was panting, and I felt like I had a fever. I'd never been horny enough to feel sick. As I was listening to the track I wanted to debut at Tomorrowland through the sound system, the bass line made me gasp. My clit was getting hit just enough to make my pussy wink over and over. This song was going to kill me when I played it for the crowd.

Athena watched me while biting her lip, her cock making a damp spot above her knee.

I was relieved when I'd finished mixing that track specially for Tomorrowland's system. I wanted it to sound the absolute best possible and I'd finally done it!

As we were testing my last piece of equipment, I bent the wrong way and whinnied as my muff tried to orgasm. My pussy felt different somehow. It felt empty, it felt like it had been empty my whole life and I'd refused to give it what it needed thousands of times. I was going to have to check it when we got back. Or let Athena use her cock to examine it.

Standing back up very carefully, I said, "I wish all this wasn't hanging only on my shoulders. Like, having the Tail Virus makes me wish my act was a duo like Modestep or Delta Heavy. Right now, I'm not sure I can make it back to my room. It's an effort just to stand."

"Want me to play backup on your set? I'm sure my manager and label would see it as a chance to promote my brand. Plus, it's good PR," she said as she packed up my Novation Circuit. "See? I've already figured out how to sell it to my higher ups."

I thought about it for a moment and my nervousness melted away. "That would be a great help."

"You can contact Tomorrowland and your people and I'll contact my people and we'll make it happen."

"Awesome!" I finished packing my gear bag as I said, "Do you think we can get some paper towels so we're sure I'm not going to leave a wet spot in the Lyft we take home?"

"You smell like a mare in heat." She looked around like she was planning a heist, then she gasped and shivered.

Just knowing every time she did that, her pussy was winking was going to drive me mad.

Idly rubbing at her hardening prick through her jeans, she said, "You know, it's pretty dead today…We could sneak off to the green room backstage for a quickie. The restroom would be all ours for washing up, too."

Any other day of my life, I would have said "no" because it was too public and not the intended use of those spaces. Instead, I said, "Let's do it, I don't want a repeat of the elevator incident."

Walking very stiffly, she led me through the backstage area to the green room. Its walls were made of the same reinforced tent material as the rest of the stage and, possibly as some sort of joke, they'd been painted green. Shadows from the thick metal support structure that held up the animatronic dragon made intricate angular patterns on the ceiling. It was a space where producers could eat in peace, use the makeup counter, or just relax before their show. Against the wall opposite the makeup counter was a nice leather sitting chair, and a few folding chairs surrounding a wooden folding table.

Athena grabbed a towel off a wire shelf in the corner and laid it down on the leather chair before pulling off her clothes and sitting in it. "Have a seat," she said, patting her lap while her tower of stallion flesh throbbed visibly.

Tearing off my clothes, I approached the throne Athena had made. "I'm not sure I'll be able to sit all the way down," I said. "But I love this idea."

"I'm hoping your pussy's tantrum today means you've got more capacity."

Pulling off my sports bra, I said, "If you're right, I'm going to have the best seat in the house."

She stroked her cock and whinnied as pre dribbled down her shaft.

Seeing that, I spun around and leaned forward while bending my legs. We both panted and sniffed the air as she brought her prick into contact with my mare parts. Then I bent my legs more and whinnied as I took her inside me. She nipped at my ass playfully and I came right then, with only two inches of her inside me. I lost my balance and yelped between whinnies as I fell toward her lap. She tried to catch me and slow my descent, but my legs weren't helping at all and she was in no position to stop me.

Time slowed as her medial ring popped in. Inch after inch of her spire disappeared into me until my buttocks were parked atop her thighs. I came again from my clit hitting her balls, and the sensation of being completely full of cock. I writhed atop her so much that she grabbed my breasts and pulled me back against her to make sure I didn't fall to the side. My prick was pulsing in time with the bliss reverberating through me, but I kept my hands away thinking, "No! Big Tony, once a day is all you get!"

Her pert nipples poked into my back as a deluge of unbelievable pleasure-laced satisfaction poured over every inch of me. My mare cunt rolled its muscles across that shaft, milking it for all it was worth. In that moment, it felt like her penetration reached even further into me. There was pleasure and bizarre tugging sensations above the head of her phallus. My human pussy had been so inadequate. I was so stretched, so tight, and I could feel every bump and ridge on her shaft. It was like seeing the world in 3D for the first time.

The pulsing of my dick became a deep, violent throbbing and I kept my gaze straight ahead because I thought looking at it would cause too much temptation. In a last ditch effort to keep my hands from going to my prick, I put them to work squeezing and teasing my breasts.

When she grabbed my waist and started bouncing me on her lap, I cried out in joy. In that moment of joy, I remembered being able to wink on purpose and tried it with her inside me. She sputtered and moaned as I shrieked at the sensation of my walls contracting along her cock almost the same way they did when I'd orgasmed with her inside me.

She gasped out, "Please keep doing that!"

There was no way I was gonna stop, this insane intimacy was worth the hours of feeling so horny I had flu symptoms.

As she worked herself to her second peak of the day, something terrible happened. The dissatisfied pangs in my prick became waves of pure desperation. Burning through every ounce of restraint I'd tried to foster in myself, I wrapped my hand around my dick and started stroking. My prick flared larger than ever and, though my chest was tightening in anxiety from seeing this, I couldn't stop stroking. The tugging sensation inside me became a heated pulling as something moved down the front of my vaginal wall. Watching my shaft thicken as I gained another inch of length, I bit my lip and worked it even harder. I had no control and now I was going to pay the price.

The shifting inside me accelerated, feeling both achey and good. "Gah! Something's moving inside me!" I said between pants.

"That's gotta be your balls!" she cheered.

"NO! OH NO!" I said as my cock got as thick as my index and middle fingers combined. It was five inches long and still growing. Under it, a mottled pink and dark brown sac was forming, all wrinkly because it didn't have anything in it yet.

"Sorry, hon," she said, pulling me more firmly against her to console me as she fucked me nice and hard.

As much as I hated what was happening, I couldn't deny the ecstasy, and, as my prick reached six inches of length, my balls popped into their sac. I bellowed as an overpowering urge to cum consumed me. There was pressure inside me, hot viscous fluid spreading open my brand new plumbing as my cock contracted along its length and my flare got as big as a silver dollar. I whinnied as my cum shot out so hard that it hit the legs of one of the folding chairs. A slight sting from my cum hole added a sharp edge to the pleasure. As that first volley slid down the chair leg, a second one got a table leg. The orgasm was like someone had tossed me onto a bed and I was in the middle of bouncing, pure exhilaration and joy. The intensity was exhausting and perfect at the same time.

Seeing me shoot my load, Athena cried, "Holy fuck that's hot!" Her prick flared inside me and she pulled me down as hard as she could, getting as deep as possible, before her member thundered in my depths and delivered its bounty.

My snatch milked it for every last drop as Athena whinnied and fidgeted underneath me. The feeling of her voluptuous sac under me making everything even better.

When all was said and done, I felt like I'd been destroyed, put back together, and destroyed again. Giving in had felt too good and now I had an even bigger prick to contend with. A prick that could give me more pleasure than ever before.

After she pulled out of me, she got on all fours and offered her pussy to me, crying out in lust as her pussy winked. "Please, I need something in me so bad." She was looking back at me, her eyes begging me to shove inside her.

I didn't dare use my prick because I didn't want to chance it growing even a half inch longer and it was sore from cumming so hard. Instead, I opted to eat her out, something I'd done so many times in the last couple days that it seemed completely normal for chicks to have horse pussies. That didn't make it any less fun, however. I took my time, teasing her until she was begging me to pay attention to her clit so that she could cum.

When I finally did touch her clit, she whinnied and wailed so loud I was worried people would come to check on us. I fisted her while she was still cumming and got a surprised, but appreciative, shriek out of her that made me laugh.

While she recovered from her orgasm, I cleaned my jizz off the chair and table legs. The high from the sex started to wear off, I became a bundle of raw nerves. My arms and neck ached and I felt like coughing because my throat was so tense.

Was I going to be able to do my set? Would my now six-and-a-half-inch-long dick and the balls under it distract me too much? What about bigger? At this rate, I'd have a cannon like Athena's between my legs before the week was out. It felt inevitable that I was going to be "The Girl That Got a Dick at Tomorrowland."

All it would take is one image of my crotch when I had a tent. If I went through a lot of effort to hide it and wore really baggy pants or something, rumors would start anyway. Likewise if I found a skirt that actually worked and suddenly started wearing it. I liked to ride my bike to get around Boston and almost never wore skirts. Plus, even if I got special underwear that would hold my dick against me, it might find its way out my leg hole when it was getting erect and push my panties up making a tent in whatever I wore. It was something that had happened to Neon Kelp on more than one occasion.

When we'd been together on Sunday, I saw several people trying to discreetly snap pictures of the stiff pole running down Athena's pant leg. She'd taken it in stride, but it had made me nervous. Fame was like being in a pressure cooker and I was starting to feel like I…

"Hey, Athena, maybe you should just do my set, I don't think I'm cut out for this."

Chapter 7

"Hell no, I'm not going to take over your set! You worked your ass off to get here and I'd be a bad friend if I let you give up now." Athena's sharp face was more stern than I'd ever seen.

I put my hands in front of me helplessly. "But it's too much pressure when I'm sick and dealing with all these changes."

She put her hands on my shoulders and looked into my eyes. "You won't be alone, I'll be there in case you need to run off to the bathroom or rest backstage."

"I don't want to be on stage. I don't want everyone to see me or my—" I looked down at the obvious masculine topography of the crotch of my jeans. "And then have it trend on social media so people that don't even know what my music sounds like are just thinking I'm some famous chick who lacks self control and slutted herself out to people who had the tail virus."

"If that happens, I'll tell them that I accidentally infected you."

"They're going to ask how and then you'll be in big trouble," I said. "I want the option that doesn't tear one of us down. If I report I'm too sick to perform and you take over my set, you'll get good media attention and I'll get sympathy."

"You're missing the point, hon." Athena spread her hands indicating the tent around us. "You're at Tomorrowland, everyone here just wants to hear your music. They don't care whether you have a brand new pecker or not. They love something you created and want to see you perform it live. If you do an awesome set, the music news networks will focus on how awesome it was and not your dick. Sure, you might get interviewed about having the Tail Virus, but you'll be able to control that narrative. All you need is a good publicist. There are ways to steer interviews and so you can make sure you talk about what you want to talk about."

"What about the tabloids, CBS, ABC, other news networks that broadcast stuff to the general public about celebrities? They have a bigger reach, they're what random people in the supermarket listen to. They're the people I see in airports." I wrung my hands, feeling sick to my stomach. "What if they look at me and shake their heads because they heard about me being out of control and not family friendly?"

"You can't control that. You can't control what the world will remember you for. The truth is that it doesn't matter what idiot news items the general public hears. Don't focus on the general public. Focus on your fans, the people who came to Tomorrowland to see you perform." She hugged me.

Now I felt like I couldn't perform and I couldn't not perform.

I buried my face in her shoulder and just started crying, emotional to the point that my mind was on fire. The fact that I shouldn't be so upset about what the general public thought frustrated me. My inability to control myself angered me. All my life, I'd thought my problem was that no one knew who I was. But now I was famous and the problem was that too many people knew who I was. I couldn't help thinking about my comparison between the number of people in the Women's March and the number of people who had listened to my most popular song. People filling the streets like flood water…The weight of all their thoughts was crushing me.

"Hey, hey, now. You're going to make me cry." Athena sniffled.

It felt like the tears were an entity trying to get out of my body. They just kept coming, soaking Athena's shoulder. She was wetting the top of my head with some of her own. "You've been through a lot." She patted my back and swayed softly. "Cry all you need."

I did, I cried for another few minutes until the sense of drowning in public opinion passed. Then I let go of her and stood back while trying to wipe away my tears. "Sorry."

"Apologize to your mascara, not me." She chuckled. Walking over to the shelf to grab another towel, she said, "You look like you got caught in a hurricane."

She'd described the result of my bawling perfectly. My reflection in the full-length mirror near the door looked like someone whose head had been dunked in water. I laughed when I saw Athena's face. She looked like a clown with matching black streaks running from her eyes to her chin.

Her attention jumped to the mirror so she could see what I was laughing at. "Hello, goth me, nice to see you again." She grabbed another towel and started wiping the streaks off. "Goodbye goth me."

"You were a goth?" I asked as I wiped my ruined makeup off.

"For like one year until I got sick of smelling like cigarette smoke." She had her face mostly clean, but both of us were going to need to use makeup remover and start over.

"Neon Kelp is allergic to cigarette smoke. She can get sinus infections from being around it too long," I said.

"She'd hate the small pubs around here. The law in Belgium is that people can smoke inside as long as the bar doesn't serve much in the way of food." She grabbed her backpack and sat at the makeup counter. Then she took out a small bottle of makeup remover and obliterated the mess on her face.

I sat next to her and started doing the same. "Yeah, she'll be avoiding those when she comes, hopefully next year."

"Another reason to do your set. If you do a good job, they'll likely ask you back." Athena got up and wet a paper towel using the water cooler next to the table and chairs. Then she washed off the remnants of the makeup remover.

As I used her makeup remover, I said, "I'm feeling a bit less overwhelmed by the idea of performing, but I don't want to analyze that for a bit."

"Understandable," Athena said.

We put on the bare minimum of makeup just in case people snapped photos of us. Then we made our way out of Tomorrowland while I dealt with the weird sensation of having balls. Mine weren't any larger than the average guy's, but they still bounced along with every motion I made and sat awkwardly between my legs. This pair of women's jeans had a bit of extra room in the crotch, but it still felt claustrophobic to have them in there with the short wrinkly tube that was my flaccid horse dick. The part I liked least is that my clit was big enough that it rubbed lightly against the back of my sac. Had I not gotten off, I might have gotten wet from it.

After we got back to my room, we relaxed and watched the Dragon Prince because Athena wanted to be able to gush about how much she liked Rayla, the assassin elf character. If Athena had been in a fantasy setting, I could imagine her being a lot like Rayla, complete with her penchant for putting her foot in her mouth.

The next day, we didn't get together. I spent the entire day finishing a second track I'd been hoping to debut at Tomorrowland. It was a bit flat, so I ended up putting a surprise drop in it and adding some synthesized lo-fi cellos. It was now pretty epic and would make people who liked both dubstep and synthwave happy. Taking that whole day to just do my own thing left me feeling recharged when I woke up the next day, Thursday.

Athena and I got together lunch and, after we had some very satisfying sex, I showed her the ins and outs of all my music equipment. Then she showed me how to use her Ableton Push, which was the Ferrari of interfaces for music production and live performances. It was covered with square buttons and knobs and had two little, but very informative, displays. My Novation Launchpad had a lot less functionality, but cost one fifth the price.

Once I knew how to use a piece of equipment, I was reluctant to upgrade, but after seeing her play around with the Push, I wanted one. For live performances, it was utterly fantastic. Sounds could be edited and intricately manipulated for use in a performance. I was getting the idea that Athena had a lot of equipment and that I'd be like a kid in a candy store when I saw her studio in Vegas. We'd planned for me to visit in late fall right before all the Thanksgiving craziness.

Friday was the first day of the second Tomorrowland weekend and we spent a couple hours dancing and getting noticed by fans. It was basically the same as what we'd done on Sunday, except for the fact that I was deeply concerned that my dick would be discovered. This came to a head when we were off to the side of the stage which was made to look like a giant polygonal conch shell. I was half hard because I'd been watching Athena shake her ass at me to some very erotic music.

While I was thinking about how much I wanted to stick my prick in her, a muscular herm shark mosaic walked up to us with an obvious bulge in her tight shorts and looked directly at my crotch.

My hands immediately covered my tent as I said, "Hi!"

"Always nice to see other mosaics like me." She gave a toothy grin. The way she was looking us over told me she knew who we were and she wanted to have some groupie sex with us. There was this very specific type of confidence people had when they were trying to pick someone up. The music had died down as the DJ finished his set. Lulls between sets were always breeding grounds for conversation.

"L-like you?" I blushed in embarrassment wondering what she actually meant.

"Yeah." She put her hands on her hips and looked at each of us. "We herms gotta stick together."

I didn't realize I was swaying on shaky legs until Athena grabbed my upper arm to steady me.

Athena said, "You and me, yes. But not GingerKrave, here."

The shark's eyes widened as if she heard more in Athena's statement than I had. "Oh, she's not out?"

Athena gave me a look as if I could tell her how to respond to that. Instead of giving her direction, I turned white as a sheet.

Motioning for the shark to follow, Athena led us away from the crowd that was starting to dance to the next DJ. Once we were far enough away that we only heard the bass, Athena said, "No, she's not out. She doesn't want to have the news break right in the middle of Tomorrowland because this is her first Tomorrowland and she wants her music to be the main news item, not her recent Tail Virus infection."

The shark looked confused. The simple hookup with famous DJs she wanted was now a complex social situation. "Why would coming out as a herm be a bad news item? Is she ashamed of being one?"

That hit my buttons and I glared at her. "No! I just don't want to be outed yet. I'm out on my own in Europe for the first time in my life and playing the biggest festival of my life. I don't want to add more stress!" My voice had a pleading tone to it.

"On your own? Wait, you two aren't a couple?" The shark got out her phone and opened Tumblr and then searched for "Katethena" tilting the screen so we could see. Images of Athena and I from last Sunday and some from today showed up. "I was shipping you two so hard!"

Athena burst out laughing. "We just met last week! She hadn't even heard my music before."

The shark said, "Well, you two seem really happy together, so you might want to put more thought into the couple thing." She pulled up a set of three pictures someone had tweeted. "I mean, have you not seen this?"

The text of the tweet said, "@GingerKrave and @AthenaPolar are #Tomorrowland's cutest couple!" The first image was of me standing on my tiptoes to steal ice cream from Athena's ice cream cone while she held it just out of my reach. The second image was of Athena laughing so hard her eyes were closed with her arm no longer fully extended. The third image was of me licking Athena's ice cream while she watched with an amused smile, still making me stand on my tiptoes.

In all the images, Athena's bulge was obvious. The shark started showing us all the comments. Some of the comments were lewd or jokes, but most of the comments about how cute we were. The lewd comments drew far more attention from me than they should have, however. One said I was a size queen when it came to bass drops and ducks.

I laughed while feeling a bit vulnerable. Clearly, autocorrect had gotten in the way of that poster's actual meaning. After that point, almost every other comment was either a parody of the "bass drops and ducks" comment or telling that person their comment was inappropriate.

"Wow! This is a lot of retweets and comments!" Athena said.

"I'm surprised you two hadn't seen it yet," the shark said.

"We've been busy preparing for Kate's show." Athena shrugged.

The shark chuckled. "And hanging out together."

"Yeah…hey!" Athena said.

"I knew it!" The shark squeed, seeing Athena's slip up as confirmation.

I was still processing the implications of Athena and I being a couple. We'd gone at it at least ten times and spent nearly every day since we met together. We didn't seem to fight, we could speak our minds to each other, and we shared a ton of interests. "Holy shit!" I said out loud.

Both of them looked at me.

I put my hand over my mouth. "Nevermind, it's nothing."

Athena went back to the most important topic. "Hey, can you help us out by keeping Kate's secret until a month or so after Tomorrowland?"

"I meant what I said about herms needing to stick together. Of course I will, but you two better get her a pair of compression shorts to put on under her jeans or something. Someone else might not be as nice as me," she said.

"Compression shorts?" I asked.

"Athletes use them to improve blood flow. No idea if they work for that, but trans women use them to hide their bulges," she replied.

"Thanks for the tip!" I said.

"No problem!" She spread her arms. "Hug?"

She'd been so awesome that I hugged her without any misgivings. Her hug was nice and firm. And she smelled really good, like sun-baked sand. After she let me go, Athena hugged her and said, "Thanks so much!"

"Don't mention it, now get out of here before someone else notices." She shooed us with her hands.

"Feel free to spread the rumor about us being a couple!" I said pulling my backpack off and holding it in front of me to hide my groin. "We don't mind!" I grabbed Athena's arm and started walking toward the exit with her.

"Not a rumor!" the shark called after us.

As we walked out of Tomorrowland, Athena said, "Brilliant idea to have her spread the rumor about us being a couple! Celebrity romances get way more attention than people coming down with the Tail Virus."

"I thought you might be annoyed since news about us being a couple kinda leads to me borrowing your fame," I said.

"Ha! I think both of us will get more mentions. It's a win win, plus, I'm excited that you're not afraid of people thinking we're a couple."

"Why would I? Hiding it would be very hard at this point, and it's not inaccurate."

She spun around and looked me in the eye. "Are we really a couple?"

I kissed her on the lips, holding my backpack firmly in front of me. "Yes! Though, I should talk to Neon Kelp before we go too far with that."

"Of course!" She beamed. "I know I'm in the clear because I talked to my poly family this morning and they're fine with me exploring things with you. Wasn't sure if we'd end up a couple this morning, but twitter has spoken." She laughed.

I chuckled. "Yep, we don't want to upset team 'Katethena.'"

Chapter 8

The sun was low in the sky and starting to take on the hues of a sunset which made the colors of the bricks and siding on the buildings across the river even more vibrant. Athena was engrossed in playing with my Novation Circuit while I was busy trying on a pair of compression shorts.

They were expensive, but fantastic. They held my stallion equipment firmly in place and allowed me to point it in the direction I wanted it to go. I'd bought a pack of three and had one for each day of the rest of my trip. My show was tomorrow and I was leaving Sunday evening.

Because my Novation Circuit was like a smaller, pared down version of her Ableton Push, Athena needed very little guidance from me in operating it. Though, she wasn't aware of any of its unique functions and was treating it like an interface for Ableton Live, rather than using it on its own. I'd have to show her later that there was a neat built in synth in the Circuit and she could make entire songs on it if she wanted to. I would have given her my Launchpad, but it only had buttons on it and she seemed to have a thing for knobs.

Within fifteen minutes, she had chopped one of my songs into a bunch of different loops. It had been a chirpy happy song with a deep pulsating bass line and she was turning it into a glitchy demonic piece that was giving me goosebumps. I didn't want to interrupt her and it was two in the afternoon on the east coast, so I called Neon Kelp.

She picked up right away, "Hi, I'm shopping for some groceries. What are you up to?"

"Athena and I are just chilling in my room after spending some time at Tomorrowland," I said.

Her calm mellow voice always made the world seem a bit less sharp. "I saw some pictures of you two together yesterday that were adorable. Are you two dating now?"

"Whoa, that's what I was going to call you about. Is it okay if I say yes?" I asked.

"Hon, I have two boyfriends, you are entitled to at least one girlfriend," she said.

Athena was so deep into music stuff that she was oblivious to our conversation.

Smiling, I said, "Awesome!"

"Do bring her home with you if you can fit her in your luggage. I'd like to meet her."

"Sure, you want to meet her," I teased.

"That too, if she's willing, of course! I need more horsecocks in my life."

"Well, you're already going to have one." I blushed. "Mine's six inches long now and I have balls."

"Please don't give me any more details until I'm out of the store. Better yet, email me all the details so I can read them when I'm getting ready for bed." She paused. "No pictures, though, I want you to be able to see my reaction first hand."

"If I'm not in a coma from the trip home, I'll strip for you the moment I get in the door."

She gasped. "My poor non-horse equipment needs us to change the subject. How about you tell me about Tomorrowland and stuff?"

I took my time filling her in on our adventures over the last few days. When I got to talking about the herm shark, Athena came over and joined the conversation. Neon made sure to tell Athena that she was okay with us dating. Ten minutes later, Athena and Neon were talking about her time as a journalist.

Just before we were going to hang up, Neon Kelp said, "Oh, before you go, I wanted to ask: How do you two feel about having cocks?"

"It's a minor inconvenience with major benefits?" Athena said with her head tilted, still thinking about the best way to describe her feelings.

"Terrifying, but fun," I said.

"Why terrifying?" Neon Kelp asked.

"Because men are always talking about how boners just happen and it often seems like their cocks are in the driver's seat. I've got a long line of impulses waiting to hop in my driver's seat. Adding another, very powerful one is like handing me a live grenade after the pin's been pulled. If I get a boner in public, I'll end up splattered all over the news," I said.

"Splattered!?" Athena laughed.

I elbowed her in the rib, blushing profusely.

"Hmm, the fear makes sense when you put it that way." Neon Kelp paused. "So, you'd have it surgically removed if you could?"

Thinking about getting it surgically removed caused my stomach to turn. "No, it's not like I hate it."

"You just hate the implications?" Athena asked.

I nodded. "Yeah, I don't know what use my trepidation is. Like, someone probably already has a picture of my bulge from yesterday." This realization made me feel even more sick.

"Judging by what happened to me, I'd say that's accurate," Athena agreed.

I gasped. "No! I was hoping I was overreacting. If I see an image of my crotch on twitter, I'm gonna die of embarrassment."

"Take deep breaths, hon. I know it's hard to imagine, but even if you're right, your music will always have more press than your prick. If that wasn't the case, shots of my crotch would be more prevalent than my album covers." Neon Kelp's calm voice untied the knot in my stomach.

"She's right, everyone's looking for that one embarrassing photo that'll get them views. But that's cheap journalism and it doesn't have staying power." Athena hugged me.

My whole body was tense even though I was a bit less sick to my stomach.

Knowing I was likely dangling over a panic attack, Neon said, "Let's change the subject. Athena, how do you come up with melodies?"

"I find the major pentatonic of the scale I'm playing in and diddle around with notes until something catchy happens. Or I already have a bunch of the song and I start improvising." She shrugged. "I've never really thought about it."

"So you always have other parts of the song before you come up with a melody?" I asked.

Athena nodded. "Beats are what pop into my head, not melodies."

"I'm the exact opposite," Neon said. "I'll be driving around and suddenly I'll be humming a melody. Then I start beatboxing to add other elements of the song. I'll even do glitchy flourishes with my voice. I have hours of audio I recorded on my phone of songs I've come up with while out and about."

"Whoa, that's really cool!" Athena said.

"Yeah, car rides with Neon are fun!" I reported. "Neon hasn't mentioned this, but she also hears melodies in sounds she encounters just living her life. It happens to me some, actually. About a third of my melodies come from life, especially bird songs. Starlings are the best, actually. They sound like EDM producers: mixing in all sorts of sounds for their songs. They invented dubstep, not us."

Athena and Neon laughed. Then Neon said, "Kate also gets a lot of music from hearing other people's music and trying to make a version of it she likes more. That's where a lot of her parodies of different genres come from. She gets annoyed by people missing an obvious, to her, way of doing a song and makes it to show people what they missed."

"Yeah, most of my lyrics come from that sort of thing too. I often come up with alternate lyrics for a song and then use those alternate lyrics as the base of a new song," I said.

"That's awesome! I wish I was more like you two." Athena paused and furrowed her brow. "You know, I do sometimes use sounds I hear to make songs. I get beats from things being dropped, noisy refrigerators, or squeaky doors."

"Wait, what did you model the main synth for 'Gun Chomper' off of?" Neon asked.

Athena laughed. "I didn't model the synth, I sampled my noisy-ass refrigerator and shifted the pitch around here and there to make an instrument. I meant the whole 'using the sounds I hear' thing literally. Less creative than you two."

"Not less creative, I do that a lot, actually. I'll clean up a sound so I can use it as notes and then arrange a song with it," Neon said.

I nodded. "I do that sometimes too, but often I just sing what I want with my voice and then assign those notes to instruments or change my voice into an instrument."

"Definitely can't tell it's your voice by the time you get done with it," Athena observed.

"It would sound like an epic old video game tune if I just layered my unfiltered voice as instruments." I chuckled.

"I want to hear you do that," Athena said.

"Me too," Neon said.

"Okay, fine, after I get back from Tomorrowland, I'll make a Final Fantasy-esque song with my voice as the only instrument." I was trying to act like I wasn't excited about doing that, but I was very excited about doing that.

"It's gonna be one of your most popular, I can already tell," Neon said.

"Hell yeah!" Athena agreed, giving me a fist bump.

"I should go because I'm about to check out. Let's do this again sometime very soon!" Neon said.

"Count on it!" Athena replied.

"Bye, love you!" I said to Neon.

"Love you! Good luck on your set!" Neon said back.

"Thank you!" After ending the call, I hugged Athena, saying, "Well, you two certainly get along."

"She's so much fun! Maybe I should visit you before you visit me."

"I think we'd be fine with that." I grinned.

"Cool!" Athena gave me a squeeze. "I have good news, my management company talked to yours and everyone loves the idea."

"That's great news!" I grinned. Knowing she'd be there to help was such a relief. Picking up my phone and opening twitter, I said, "Let's see how our relationship is doing."

We laughed at all the pictures of us and people speculating over whether we were just each other's date for Tomorrowland, whether we'd known each other beforehand, or whether we were just fuckbuddies. Other less informed people thought I was cheating on Neon Kelp. "You think we should tell them it's okay?"

"That would show our hand early. Why don't we play this like a publicist would? We say we've got a big announcement to make at my show and tell them during it."

"Love it!" I set my phone down and kissed her on the cheek.

"Oh fuck NO! I'm so so sorry, hon," she said, her eyes staring at my phone. I must have accidentally scrolled the screen when I set it down on my knee, because this terrifying post was deep into the mentions about us.

It was an image of the two of us at an angle where Athena's bulge was close to the camera, but the focus was on my bulge. The overcast light made it so there were no damning shadows, but the outline was still visible. It was a photo taken today just as we were walking into Tomorrowland's south entrance. The text above the image said, "#Katethena update! Apparently, @GingerKrave has inherited @AthenaPolar's bulge!"

Athena pulled me against her as I shivered, feeling very cold.

I stuttered out, "It's all my fault, if I'd just looked up ways to hide a bulge, I probably would have found compression shorts earlier. I shouldn't have touched it so much. I shouldn't have—"

Athena put her finger to my lips. "Stop it! You did your best. Worst case, they think we're sluts. Best case, they think it's cute or sexy. Plus, normally I tell people to never read internet comments, but this time I think you should." She scrolled so the comment she wanted me to see was in the center of the screen. "That's not much of a bulge and it's seen from an awkward angle. The account that originally posted this is a UK tabloid that posts trash all the time. Stop sharing this!"

"That doesn't make me feel much better."

"If people really suspected you had one and that you got it from me, there'd be way more than a hundred retweets. This has only been retweeted a hundred times."

"A hundred?!" I blurted out. "It's only been a few hours!"

"That's a really low number." She picked one of the cute posts about us. "See? This has over two thousand retweets."

I remembered to breathe and then I said, "I can't handle this. This is too much."

"Hon, it's nothing, everyone's far more interested in cute us than lurid us." She handed my phone back to me.

"I don't want to be famous. I don't want to be on stage." My chest was so tight that it felt like I was being stabbed.

"You've had media coverage before, why is this such a big deal?" she asked.

"A crotch shot from a few hours ago has been shared over a hundred times, and that's only on twitter!" I yelled. "By tomorrow morning, it's gonna get shared hundreds of—" I coughed from how tight my throat was.

"Crotch shots of me have been shared thousands of times and people still talk about my music more than my dick," she said.

"It doesn't matter how many times people have shared crotch shots of you. You don't give a shit what the news says about you! I do! I don't want people thinking 'She's out of control!,' 'Look at how impulsive she is!,' 'Is she off her medication?' That was my entire childhood!"

"If anyone thinks that, you know it's not true." She stroked my side.

I pulled out of her embrace, my anxiety flashing into anger. "Do I? I grabbed my dick today even though I knew it might cause it to grow and stroked it way more than I did any other day. And it did grow! I can't even control my own fucking hands!"

She got off the couch, a pained expression on her face. "Why are you yelling at me?!"

"You came on my face and gave me a dick, you asshole!" I yelled even louder. My heart was beating so fast I felt sick.

"I'm gonna go, okay? I don't think this is you." She grabbed her backpack and started making for the door. A tear had made a black mascara trail down her cheek.

My mouth fell open and as she opened the door, I collected myself and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean—"

"I know, but I need some space." She left and closed the door behind her.

I fell onto the couch and then beat at it with my fists. "You fucking stupid, neurotic, bitch!" I yelled at myself.

I didn't cry, instead emptiness took up all the space within me. I couldn't handle being famous, I couldn't handle relationships, and I couldn't handle having a dick. I was a useless wreck that had no right being at Tomorrowland.

This feeling of inadequacy made me move like a sloth through the rest of my evening routine. Right before bed, I sent Athena, "I'm very sorry. I've enjoyed every moment we've spent together and I'm not actually mad at you. When I think about what's happened logically, I realized I wouldn't change any of it if I had the choice. I just can't handle so much at once and I care too much about what people think of me. You should do the show without me. I should probably stop performing if I can't handle a bit of bad publicity."

"Sorry, I can't do this right now," she sent back.

I woke up a couple times in the night with my heart pounding while I worried about Athena deciding I was too unstable to continue dating me. Now that I thought I might lose her, I realized she meant the world to me. Her ability to roll with punches and maintain an optimistic outlook was something I wanted to assimilate. She was a more experienced artist than me and could help my career in ways almost no one else could, especially because she understood my music. I'd never gotten this close to someone this fast and I barely knew what to make of it. And she was so attractive: the only people I found as attractive as her were Neon Kelp and David Tennant.

The second time I laid awake, I took melatonin to fall back asleep. When morning came, I was trapped in a bizarre dream. I knew it was a dream because I was up on stage playing my Tomorrowland set to an audience that was one half mosaics and one half human, all of them female. They weren't mixed in together, there was a line going down the middle that divided the two groups. The mosaics came in all shapes and sizes. There were rhinos, dragons, foxes, wolves, snow leopards, horses, red pandas, deer, and bunnies. Everyone was wearing lingerie. The same lingerie I was wearing: red velvet with black lace that had a rose pattern. The upper part was very revealing, nipples clearly visible through rose-patterned mesh, but the lower part consisted of a red velvet miniskirt.

My cock was fully erect and lifting up my skirt. I kept trying to pull my skirt down, but my prick would just bounce right back up. This went on until I was so frustrated that I decided to grab it and just start jacking it off so I could cum and get it to go down. Thankfully, the wooden structure all the DJ equipment was sitting on was blocking the crowd's view of what I was doing.

I suddenly became aware of Athena standing off to the side of the DJ booth, still on the raised platform. She was completely naked and openly stroking herself for the crowd. She said, "Come join me! It's okay!"

I balked at her and said, "Hell no!"

"Suit yourself!" she said.

As I got closer to cumming, the crowd started chanting, "Show us, Kate! Show us, Kate!"

Athena came shooting gallons of jizz on the human side of the stage. It seemed to gain volume the further it got from her, in true dream logic. As the human side of the crowd got drenched, they started growing horse dicks.

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get myself off while still in the DJ booth. It got to the point where my prick ached to cum and both of my hands were sore from stroking so much.

The crowd started fingering themselves while looking at me and chanting, "Cum on us, Kate!"

Not having any other way of getting relief, I stumbled out to the side opposite Athena facing the female mosaics. When I stroked my dick for them, it felt ten times better and my prick grew from six inches to two feet long in less than a minute. When it reached a size larger than any stallion and my balls were bigger than grapefruits, I came even more than Athena did, plastering the crowd with translucent white goo. They whinnied as they grew horse dicks as big as mine. Feeling on top of the world and more turned on than I'd ever been in my life, I came even harder, my spooge flying past the crowd to hit another crowd at a nearby stage. Just as they started changing, my eyes flew open.

I was on my back with no covers, my shaft poking out of my pajama bottoms as it flared and bobbed. Before I fully realized what was happening, a stream of semen got me right in the face. I put my hands up, but found they were numb and useless. I got hit in the face twice more, my hands helping a tiny bit. I'd slept on top of them because I was so cold from tossing the covers off in the night.

When my dick was done with me, I was a complete mess and my pussy was begging for attention. To my horror, the image of me cumming on the crowd was running through my head and it was making me more horny, not less. When I went to the bathroom to wash myself off, I tried cold water to get rid of my thoughts, but I ended up turning the water off and shoving my fist in my pussy to quiet it.

That was my rock bottom. Laying on the floor of the shower, my fist fully in me, my own cum still dripping from my face. All it had taken was for me to go to bed without getting off.

Retrieving my fist and then washing myself off, I discovered that my cock was a bit longer and thicker. I'd probably gained a half inch of length and a quarter inch of girth. As I got out of the shower and dried off, only one thing sat in my mind: I could not do today's show. I'd snapped at Athena, I'd slept poorly, and I'd cum to the idea of doing to an entire crowd what Athena had done to me.

Chapter 9

After putting on my panties, compression shorts, and a bathrobe, I checked my phone. Athena had replied to my message at two in the morning, "Kate, we're okay. I forgive you for snapping at me. I remember when I was first getting famous and how stressful it was. Please do the show with me, I don't know all your equipment and the crowd is coming to see you. Many of them bought their tickets to Tomorrowland planning to see you. The only way I know how to deal with the kinds of fears you have is to face them. I'd be a terrible friend if I let you just drop out on your set."

I started typing a message to convince her, but then I realized that she hadn't known me long enough to know that sometimes I just got too overwhelmed to function. It was early enough in the morning that it was before Neon Kelp went to bed, so I called her.

When she picked up, she said, "Hello, love, what's up?"

"I need you to explain to Athena that I'm too overwhelmed to go to the show. I think I'm as bad as last July when I tried to cut down on my meds," I said.

"Oh dear!" She asked, "Are you sure it's not just pre-performance jitters? You normally don't have much stage fright, but this is the biggest crowd you've ever spun for."

"I slept like crap, my temperature was all over the place and I laid awake worrying. Before that, I was angry and having an anxiety attack at the same time." Shaking my head, I said, "I even snapped at Athena."

"Huh, this reminds me of when your period was inconsistent, before you got on birth control to even out your cyc—"

"What? Are you just gonna chalk this up to PMS? Tell me I'm hormonal?" My hand was gripping my phone so hard that my phone case was digging into my palm.

Her voice remained calm and compassionate. "Kate, hon, you just got balls. Your testosterone levels probably haven't evened out yet. Herm Tail Virus victims often go through a short, but potent, second puberty."

A spike in testosterone would definitely explain the seething aggression I was feeling. Knowing the feelings had a source, that I wasn't losing my grip on myself without a reason, helped. "Even more reason why I shouldn't be on stage today."

"Huh, I want to disagree because I want to see you triumph over adversity and yada yada, but that's a very compelling point. Too much piled on your shoulders all at once." She clicked her tongue as she switched to crisis planning mode. "Okay, Tomorrowland is probably going to be upset at you, but will be understanding if you have documentation. Go to an urgent care clinic as soon as possible, tell them your situation and get a doctor's note. I'll work out stuff with Athena and try to get in touch with your management company."

"Try to get Ted on the phone. He's the lanky guy with a pointy beard you met at the New Year's party. I think you have his number already," I said. "Thank you for listening to me."

"You're welcome. I love you," she said. "Ted's the one who worked in a lab studying banana spider venom before he got into music, right?"

"Of course you'd remember that better than his beard." I rolled my eyes.

"Hey! It wasn't that pointy, I think you grossly overstate the pointiness of people's beards."

"Add that to your list of grievances with me, see if I care."

"Done, it's my only grievance to date."

I laughed.

"Just wanted to hear you laugh before I hung up. Good luck getting that paperwork!" she said in a sing-song voice.

"Love you! Bye!" I ended the call.

Relief poured through me like thick chocolate fudge. I just laid back on my bed feeling lighter than air. I didn't have to perform. I could just be sick and broken and alone. No one would have to deal with my flashpoint anger or obsessive worrying today, not even me. I could just say goodbye to Belgium, one Belgian chocolate at a time…I needed chocolate!

I went downstairs to the bowl of chocolates in the reception area and grabbed a handful while no one was looking. The whole trip, I'd been trying to control my love of sweets. No longer! I was going to celebrate being too fucked up to do my job. I opened the first one and popped it in my mouth. As it melted, the bitterness of the cocoa bit into my tongue, making the sweetness of the sugar sparkle like fireworks. I ate three of them by the time I got back to my room and tossed the other three on the dresser next to the TV before grabbing my laptop. I needed to find a doctor.

For a brief moment, I thought about trying to see one of the doctors at Tomorrowland, but then I thought about the thousands of people I'd have to trudge through to get to them. Finding the Belgian equivalent of urgent care wasn't a simple internet search. But once I found a place that would take my same-day appointment, it was easy since people in Belgium had such good English and didn't like getting up early.

As I made my way to the clinic, I was very glad I had compression shorts on. They gave me a sense of security and a semblance of control over my appearance. My jeans still had a visible rise from the side, but it wasn't too bad.

The doctor, a slender woman whose white coat just kinda hung off of her, listened to my symptoms, took a brief look at my naked crotch, and then wrote me a note. I felt a little embarrassed when she was examining my junk for Tail-Virus-related complications, but she was professional and touched me as little as possible. At the end of the checkup, she came to the same conclusion that Neon and I had come to: my hormones were likely out of whack. She said if it got worse, I needed to come back immediately.

Just before I left, she asked, "Is there anything else I can help you with?"

"I'd rather keep my changes secret until I go back home and I don't want to wear pants that are so baggy that they're hard to walk in. The compression shorts help a lot, but I'm wondering if there's anything else I can do." I was holding my hands in front of my groin, feeling very shy.

"I have some trans patients that tuck. It can hide things quite well, but it can damage your genitals if you're not careful. Don't do it for extended periods. I'm also not certain whether it would work well for hermaphrodites because the anatomy is more crowded down there." She smiled. "I think the compression shorts and slightly baggy pants combination is working quite well. I think you are greatly overestimating the probability of being discovered."

"Isn't that how worrying works?" I raised an eyebrow.

"I suppose it is," she said.

About half way through my bus ride back to my hotel room, I got a call from a number I'd labeled "Tomorrowland Staff" and when I answered it, a young guy said, "Hello, is this Kate?"

"Yes," I replied.

"We're calling to confirm that you're too sick to perform," he said.

"Yeah, I just got a doctor's note. I can bring it in within the next hour." My chest tightened. I'd been feeling so much less stressed, but now the reality of what I was doing was catching up with me.

"No need to come in, just photograph the note with your phone and reply to the email I'm about to send you with that image attached." He was being pleasant, but there was no warmth in his voice at all. I felt like I was letting him and the entire event staff down. At least all my doctor's note said was that I had an acute hormone imbalance and didn't specify the reason.

"Okay," I said.

"Have a good day and I hope you feel better soon."

"Me too."

He hung up.

When I checked for his email, I found an email from Ted which was somewhere between sympathy and bargaining with me to still do my set. I didn't have the energy to reply and try to convince him that it was for the best.

I'd have to wait to take a picture of the doctor's note until I got home. The bus was a bit crowded due to the Tomorrowland crowd. A deer mosaic standing near me had a perfect round ass and was wearing yoga pants. I kept covertly staring at her wondering what her reddish-brown fur felt like. Then my dick started to stretch my compression shorts and I looked toward the back of the bus instead of at her back end.

My phone vibrated to inform me that I'd gotten a text from Athena. "I'm going to be at your place in a half hour and I'm going to need you to go through the entire set you planned and explain how everything works. I want people to hear your music the way you intended it to be heard."

"Thank you so much!" I sent back, realizing it wasn't even ten in the morning yet.

"I don't like this, but I'm trying to make the best of it," she replied.

"Sorry," I sent.

"I've got to get ready. See you soon."

Back in my hotel room, I set up all my equipment for when Athena would arrive. Then I looked up tucking and tried it only to find out that it caused my package to rub right against my pussy, which made me start to get hard and wet. It was a good way to get horny, not a good strategy for hiding my junk. Just after I gave up on it, Athena knocked on my door.

When she entered, she said, "God this is scary. I've never done a set with someone else's equipment."

"I'll try to explain it as clearly as possible." I grabbed my phone. "And I'll take lots of notes to send to you."

I'd half-expected us to have sex before I showed her stuff, but she was all business and had this flat expression that made me nervous. When I was showing her how I used the end of one track and the beginning of another to make a whole new song and layered an automated sequence of notes over it, she had me explain how the sequence worked three times in a row. When she asked me to explain it the fourth time, I said, "It's okay, you don't need to get it perfect."

"I know, I'm just trying to understand how you do it."

"You don't have to do everything the way I do it," I said.

She put her head in her hands and sighed. "It's just…I need to understand how you do things so that when I do variations on them it fits into the style. I was watching the set you did for Dubstep Gutter and want to bring that same playfulness and live creativity to this set."

"Oh, I doubt I do things that differently from you," I said.

She grabbed my shoulder and turned me toward her. "You're going to stop selling yourself short right now or I'm going to call in sick too."

"What?" I said, my chest tightening to the point I felt short of breath. Were we going to get into another fight? Had she been mad at me all morning?

"You want to know why I'm overwhelmed? You. are. fucking. brilliant!" Tears pooled at the corners of her eyes. "I can't come up with catchy melodies that I can play across two whole tracks combining them into something greater. I have no idea how you can come up with variations on your lyrics live and have them work every time. And you—I don't know how to describe this—you make musical puns! Like, you play a dark brooding song that uses one chord progression and then play another song that uses the same chord progression and has a squirrel voice. I've never seen an audience laugh so hard!"

My eyes were getting wet and my arms were shaking. "Don't other DJs do stuff like that?"

"No! Not like you. You see similarities between songs that no one else sees. Similarities that are so surprising that people actually laugh."

I started to cry. "But I'm not as successful as you."

"If all that mattered was the number of views, movie review sites would go belly up. Success is the same way. It can't be gauged simply by popularity. I know you know that." She hugged me. "I just don't know why it bothers you so much."

"I don't know. At first, all I wanted was to live off of my art, but once I was making a living off my art, I just wanted more people to hear it," I said, sniffling.

"But so many people are listening to your art that you nearly fainted when you realized how big that number was. Once you're reaching millions of listeners, reaching a hundred thousand more listeners isn't all that satisfying, but if you go back to when you were starting out, a hundred thousand listeners felt like an impossible number." She nuzzled the nape of my neck. "I'm worried about you because I know from experience that focusing on fame as a number makes it so you never feel satisfied."

"What should I focus on, then?" I asked.

"That's something that you're going to have to answer for yourself. For me, it's people. If I am hanging out with amazing people every day and getting to share my music, that's success. If I inspire another artist or get someone excited about making their own tracks, that's one more unit of success," she said. "Same goes for each time I collaborate with someone to make art. It's about the journey, not the endpoint. That way, each day is precious and worthwhile."

"Neon Kelp said something similar a few years ago and I keep telling myself that if I create something each day, that day is worthwhile…but I guess I still look at the numbers." I sighed. "I guess they still mean something to me."

"They mean something to me too, but I try to keep that in the background and not dwell on it."

"I'm such an idiot! I thought I was satisfied with my career, with my number of listeners, before I got here." I frowned. "I still feel inadequate."

She let go of me to look into my eyes. "Don't beat yourself up. It makes perfect sense that you'd feel inadequate here. You're just entering the big leagues of EDM and you're seeing acts that have ten times as much pull as you do. People that can ask for millions of dollars to do a show."

"Yeah, the crowd Martin Garrix drew was unbelievable," I said.

"Well, he'd be just like you and me if Tiesto, the god of trace music, didn't reach down and lift Martin up to his level. Sure, he might have reached that high on his own, but it would have taken a lot longer."

"I don't even know if I want to be in shows as big as his." I laughed. "I have no idea what I'm so upset about."

"You want to be seen by the world under your own terms and you want the world to love you." She stroked my cheek with the back of her hand. "This is going to sound corny, but you can't look to the world to give you that love. It's gotta come from you. You gotta love what you do, love the people you're with, and love yourself."

I scoffed. "Like I'm going to figure out how to do that."

"First step is to have the same compassion when you talk to yourself as you would when talking to a close friend. Each time you tell yourself that there's something wrong with you, that you're a burden, or that you look like shit in the morning, you're being your own bully." She smirked. "And that's all I remember from sessions with my last therapist. The rest of it is just habit now."

Hugging her, I said, "Thanks."

"Just relax, in time your hormones will calm down and you'll be used to having a cock and used to people tweeting images of your crotch."

"Not sure I'll ever get used to that," I said.

"Well, that's what I thought, now it turns me on to see images of my bulge floating around the internet."

"That's so you," I quipped.

"Yep, it totally is." She went back to what I'd been showing her.

All the stuff she'd said swirled around in my head a bit until I got an idea. "This isn't a good way to teach you how I do things. How about we just use my equipment to do a set right here, for just you and me?"

She made a happy squeaky noise. "I love that idea!"

I smiled and then started playing a hard-thumping beat from a track that I'd made a few years ago. I let her watch me start layering a melody atop it and then I brought in a loop from a song that had a chirpy-sounding synth playing a fast melody that fit in. As I did this, I explained how the synth function on my Novation Circuit worked. She loved the sound of it so much that she started tweaking the knobs to get even more out of it.

Soon she had a rough growling synth and was using it to lay down a grungy bass line. I mapped short clips of my voice to the 128 buttons of my Launchpad and added some glitchy vocal textures to the music.

Grabbing a little midi keyboard out of her backpack, she hooked it up to her laptop. It had dips where keys should have been and she could wiggle her fingers in those dips to make the notes tremble. She piped the sound into my equipment and then used the keyboard to add a thrilling electric guitar solo.

For the next hour, we did music just for us while cuddling whenever our hands weren't busy. Sitting there, with her arms around me, listening to a track we'd created together live in real time, I said, "I really am my own bully. I was so busy doubting myself that I forgot why I love performing. I don't perform for the numbers, I don't perform because I'm expected to, and I don't perform because I wanted to portray a specific image of myself. I perform because I love discovering new things along with my audience."

"Wow, that describes your performances perfectly." She chuckled.

"I'm feeling a lot better." I shifted so I was turned toward her and then kissed her on the lips. "Thanks to you."

She groped my ass and my whole body started to warm. It swiftly got to the point that we were stroking each other's dicks through the fabric of our jeans.

After my prick made it a few inches down my leg, I stopped making out and said, "Before we have sex, can we make our music have sex a bit more?"

"Sure! Want me to unpack all my equipment so we can play with my songs too?" she asked.

"Yeah!" I said.

Once Athena got her stuff hooked up, we shared a constant stream of awe and delight that obliterated my malaise. Eventually we turned toward each other with our mouths hanging open in disbelief.

When Neon and I collaborated, we met each other in the middle. It was a beautiful compromise. When Athena and I collaborated, the tension between our styles created astounding music with a depth I could barely describe in words. Her sharp dark stabs hit harder when they were preceded by my hopeful melodies and vocal textures, and my candy-like giddy melodies soared higher when preceded by her brooding chord progressions. We'd captured lightning in a bottle.

In that moment, we shared a vision so compelling that we could barely talk fast enough. No one was going to do my set. We were going to do something that neither of us had thought of before that day.

Chapter 10

Neither of us was stressed out, but our management companies, even though they were floored by what we demoed for them, nearly lost their minds. They wanted it to happen, but weren't used to speedrunning bureaucracy. They decided to draw up a contract for only the show we were doing and would work out the larger contract later. The Tomorrowland staff was speechless at first, but our confidence, our damned good music, the fact we'd already worked out details with our management companies, and the fact that Tomorrowland was gonna get to brag about being our debut venue, sold the idea. Not before we got referred three levels up in the chain of command, however.

After that, we spent the entire time up to when we needed to leave preparing. Instead of taking up time worrying about food, we had two large pizzas delivered to take care of lunch and dinner. Everything, even our libidos took a back seat to our music.

I'd never had something like this happen, had this much momentum toward a goal. Our act was not even a day old and we were going to perform together.

As we made our way to Tomorrowland, I wasn't thinking about how much of a mess I was with my hormones all out of whack or about what the news was going to say about me, and I wasn't worried about how many views the footage of what we were about to do was going to get. All I could think about was how much I wanted to share the beauty I'd heard in my hotel room today with the world.

Security helped bring us in without having to drag our equipment bags through the massive crowd. Adrenaline surged in me as I saw the giant metal dragon guarding the Rose Garden stage open its glowing white eyes with red irises, fan its crest, and then blow fog at the crowd. Behind the dragon, little cotton ball clouds hung in the sky blazing with reds, pinks, and oranges from the setting sun. I figured the sunset would reach its peak right at the beginning of our set.

Onlookers' eyes spent more time on the spikes coming out of my rave pants than the rest of me. It was my idea. If they were going to take pictures of my lower half, I'd give them something to talk about. Sure, from the side, people might think I had a bulge and I couldn't control that, but these pants were a magnificent distraction.

The closer I got to the stage, the less any of that mattered to me.

When we entered the backstage area, we both used the green room to check our makeup. Then we checked with the staff to make sure this room would be available when we needed it. I'd used the excuse that I was still sick and might need a place to recuperate. They said they'd worked it out so the next artist would use a nearby green room and we'd be able to use this one during and after our performance.

As the previous artist was winding down, Athena kissed me on the cheek, "Time to go get them ready for the big reveal."

I wrung my hands. "I hope I don't disappoint the people that came to see one of my normal sets."

"If you love what you're doing, it's going to be hard for them not to feed off that energy. Tomorrowland is all about seeing new things, having new experiences." She hugged me and then pushed me toward the door. "Now go, shoo!"

I stuck my tongue out at her and then went out to the stage to start setting up. Bending down felt odd with my stallion equipment shifting in my compression shorts and panties. Luckily, since I'd practiced the setup at my soundcheck, I got everything ready quite fast.

I didn't know how many thousand people were waiting for our set to start, but they'd really packed in. Some spots were so dense that the crowd could only move vertically. One out of a hundred members of the crowd was a mosaic, a bit higher than the general population and about the density I'd seen at the rest of Tomorrowland. The deer mosaic whose ass I'd ogled on the bus was near the front row, so was the shark mosaic that had been so nice to us. I tried to focus on them, and other kind understanding faces instead of the entire crowd.

That old adage about imagining the crowd naked definitely wasn't going to help my situation. My body wasn't revved up at the moment, but everything was sensitive and waiting for an excuse to get excited. I was dreading the dancing portion of my act because I'd have to come out from behind the waist-high screen that ran nearly the entire length of the DJ booth and expose my lower half to all those eyes. I paused for a moment.

What was I doing? What would I do if my dick grew during the performance and someone got a shot of the obvious bulge in my pants? What if my cock ran up my front and made a spectacle of itself underneath my blouse? My heart was beating so fast…I couldn't do this.

No! I was here to make beautiful music with my new girlfriend and to go on a journey of musical discovery with all these amazing people who had chosen me over the other fifteen acts they could have gone to. Using my excitement about performing with Athena to fend off my worry, I connected the rest of my gear.

Once I had everything set up, I played my favorite warm-up track. It had a soothing melody, some sparkly glass bell sounds, and a simple breakbeat. I talked over the music, "I need your help. After three more songs, I'm going to reveal a big surprise. I need my surprise to hear us count down so she knows when to come out. Can you do that for me?"

The animatronic dragon that the stage was built into dipped its gigantic head down and looked over the crowd as if to emphasize my question.

The crowd yelled, "YEAH!"

I held up three fingers and the crowd yelled, "Three!"

The first song I played was my second most famous one. It had birds chirping in the background and seemed chill, but it quickly started to come apart running the chirps in reverse and turning them into a surprise drop that was almost a cacophony. Some people said it sounded like auto-tuned birds laughing. The drums had an odd sixteen bar progression that kept the crowd on its toes. Then there was my voice soaring above it all only to crash down and get tangled up in the bird calls until it was unclear which was which. It was something I thought no one would want to hear, but Ted and Neon had pleaded for me to release it.

As the song was winding down and I was crossfading to the second one, I held up two fingers and the crowd yelled, "Two!"

The second song was a remix I'd done of Avicii's Levels to commemorate his death. Near the end of the song, I grabbed the mic and sang the main melody along with the crowd. As I brought in the next song, I held up one finger and everyone yelled, "One!"

The third song I played was the song I'd had trouble finishing until a few days ago. As the deep bass hit my clit and prick, I remembered what had happened during the soundcheck.

Since I'd already started the song, I couldn't switch off of it, so I stood there blushing more and more as I got hard and wet. I hadn't done anything sexual since very early that morning and it was coming back to haunt me.

As the drop hit, I groaned and rubbed my thighs together. My clit was excited and rubbing against the back of my balls. I couldn't tell if it was how horny I was or more transformation, but my balls felt heavier…sexier.

The beat was too danceable for me to remain still and I bit my lip as I shifted on my feet and bounced. I would've resisted the urge more, but DJs dancing to their music helped sell it even more to the crowd and getting erect felt so so good in my compression shorts. It was getting squeezed between my leg and the fabric, almost like getting shoved in a pussy. Fuck, I wanted to try Athena's mare pussy!

The crowd was dancing nice and hard. As expected, it was just the right energy to bring Athena in on. I held up a circle made from my thumb and index finger and the crowd cried, "Zero!"

I started playing something that started with Athena's most famous songs. Its slow, expectant beat soon had the crowd on edge. All eyes were on me, wondering what was gonna happen next.

Speaking over the beat, I said, "I was so sick this week I asked for some help doing my set. But when I was trying to teach her how to use my equipment we made incredible music together instead. You should know who she is. There's a twitter hashtag about us." I'd never stood in front of a crowd with a boner. Even though it was hidden by a sturdy waist-high wooden wall and a screen that displayed music visualizations, I still felt naked standing in front of the crowd with a boner.

The herm shark mosaic was the first to yell, "Katehena!"

I put up my arms to let them know I wanted them to chant and they did. "Katethena! Katethena! Katethena!" The dragon dipped its head down and unleashed fog from its mouth, further adding to the giddy expectation as Athena made her way to the stage.

Raucous cheering erupted as Athena walked on stage and kissed me on the cheek. I said, "Let's introduce each other." I wrapped an arm around Athena. "This is Athena, she likes to make demonic sounds that some people mistake for music."

Athena took the mic. "This is Kate. According to twitter, she likes bass drops and ducks."

The crowd laughed as I hit the button on my launchpad that queued the rest of the song, something Athena and I'd finished just before dinner. At first, it still seemed to just be Athena's song. But ten seconds later, it started getting glitchy. Eyes widened as the glitches destroyed the song until only a simple drum pattern was left. I filled the void left by the other instruments with my mellow voice, "What can you do?"

"When you're standing in fire?" That part echoed a few times as if waiting for an answer. It was very weird to be singing while I was hard as steel, but I worked to focus on the crowd instead of my own body.

"And no one is the-ere to lift you up?"

"And no one is the-ere to lift you up?" I sang hopelessly.

A bunch of hollow howling synth pads filled the air with a sense of quiet desperation. Like being stuck at the bottom of a dry well and hearing the wind blow overhead.

"Surrounded by demons. Out of ammo."

"Nowhere left to turn. Nowhere to run."

"You drop all your weapons. Inches from death."

"One final option." A light hopeful, but deranged, melody started to play. "Breathe in the darkness." A bellowing angry bass started up sounding a bit like a motorcycle.

"Clothe yourself in flames."

The dragon covered the crowd in fog moving its head from left to right.

I hit a button on my Launchpad to pitch-shift my voice so it was very low and sinister. "Become a demon. Become the fire!" Then I turned that effect off.

"Remake the world to your desire!" The stage went dark and a roaring swell of noise built up as prerecorded clips of my voice singing the lyrics, the bass line, the drums, and the haunting synths in the background started to glitch. The decomposition of the song went until me singing, "Become!" faster and faster was the only sound. Then, as the lights were brought back up, that word-turned-musical-note was pitched up and down until it was a whole new melody. Instruments came back, one by one, to join it until an uplifting song with a demonic underbelly had been created.

The tension and building energy had the whole crowd dancing and they kept dancing as Athena slowly cut in with a new hopeful song that soon lost its hope. I layered a soft melody over it as if to console it for its loss. The melody ended up even more sugary than normal because the bass was going right to my crotch and I was feeling ridiculously alive. The only sad part of it all was that I wanted to dance, but my engorged genitals would make it impossible.

While I had to keep my hands on the controls, my prick pressed up past the waist of my pants and made a clear outline in my blouse, threatening to be caught on tape by the cameramen documenting our set. I played chicken with my anxiety about exposure and was about to run backstage when I got to the end of the song. Just as Athena took the reins for the next song, I turned away from the crowd. Then I crouched down and undid my pants so I could aim it down the side of my left leg.

Athena was biting her lip and rubbing her thighs together. I could smell her excitement building as we played our next few songs. The last one in that group was the track we'd pre-made for this performance: our remix of her most famous song. Not needing to do anything but let the song play, she grabbed me and started grinding against me to the beat of the music.

The crowd went wild. Some even cheered, "Katethena!"

She smelled amazing and, as we danced, I felt the head of my cock creep down my leg. It crested eight inches by the middle of the song and then just kept going. My balls were stretching my compression shorts. The bigger my package got, the more excited Athena got until she was shivering and working to suppress whinnies as we danced together.

All eyes were on us. Even though the crowd was unaware of what was happening to me, I was blushing deeply and feeling very shy.

That blush got worse when Athena grabbed me and pulled me against her so she could grind her cock against mine. When I moaned, she turned around and twerked her ass against my package, which got the crowd very excited. But they weren't nearly as excited as I was. I bit my lip to avoid whinnying as I thought about Athena's mare cunt. The fabric between us was really cramping my style.

Knowing she couldn't take things too far, Athena stopped and danced with me in a more relaxed manner as the song came to a close. Then we turned back toward the audience and started making music with each other again.

My prick wouldn't quit, it kept shoving farther and farther down my leg, each inch making it more tempting to grab. When I started grinding against the side of the DJ table built into the stage, I pred and shuddered. Our scents were driving each other crazy. Every puff of air I took in got me hotter and wetter. A whinny was caught in the back of my throat and it didn't help that Athena looked like she was holding back a whinny too.

Athena looked into my eyes, her tongue licking across her lips. She was gone, her expression held no professionalism, only lust. Before I could try to bring her back to her senses, she grabbed me and shoved our pricks against each other. I could feel the heat, how painfully hard she was, and her flare was expanding.

As my eyes widened, her mouth flew open and she whinnied. That was all it took, I was whinnying right along with her as she came, cum spraying down her pant leg and into her shoe, some soaking through my rave pants. As this happened, she clung to me and erratically bucked her hips.

My body wanted to join her, my flare was getting larger, but I couldn't forget the crowd the way she had. As we stopped whinnying, a bizarre idea popped into my head. I thrust my microphone toward the crowd and looked at them expectantly.

Thinking it was part of our performance, the crowd whinnied back.

This turned Athena's look of worry about what she'd just done into one of delight. I kissed her and then brought the mic up to my lips. "Athena will be right back. Meanwhile, let's see if I can ruin one of her tracks!"

As she left to wash all the cum out of her pant leg and shoe, I pulled up one of her most somber tracks and whinnied into the mic. Then I turned my whinny into a parody of the melody and got some good laughs from the crowd. I held the mic out to them toward the end and got a nice whinny, ensuring no one would forget this performance. As far as I was concerned, we'd meant to add whinnying to our set all along and we'd likely take the secret of what had actually happened to our graves.

Athena came back with a towel and kept herself low so no one saw her as she wiped up the puddle of cum she'd made. Then she tossed the towel backstage and creeped up from behind the DJ wall. Looking at the crowd, she held a finger up to her lips to signal to them to keep her presence a secret while she trolled me by adding musical moos to the music.

I pretended to have no idea what was happening and the crowd laughed really hard as I struggled to find the source of the mooing. A minute later, I looked at Athena as if I'd just caught her and pointed at her accusingly. She held her hands up helplessly and then I pretended I was going to smack her. When she closed her eyes in expectation of the smack, I leaned in and gave her a kiss. We got an "Aww" from the crowd for that.

Athena's pant leg was soaked from her having washed it off in the bathroom, and all she had on her right foot was a damp black sock. I tried not to think about that or how it felt to have her prick pulse against mine as she blew her load, but it was legendarily difficult. We soon got into a groove with our music that had me grinding against the DJ booth wall again.

My balls felt huge and my compression shorts were getting uncomfortably tight. I could feel them pulsing, filling out my crotch more and more. I couldn't wait to show Athena, to feel them slap against her ass…Realizing I was on my way to cumming in front of the crowd just like Athena, I stopped grinding and focused on making the best music I could. I used my love of music and my love of performing, to pave over my lust. I told myself I was a professional and that I would be able to fuck Athena the moment the show was over. Keeping my composure while performing was a habit, second nature.

To my surprise, my cock behaved itself and went back into its sheath. Sure, I felt twitchy, and like I had an atom bomb waiting between my legs, but at least I wasn't erect. Athena and I had learned our lesson and avoided doing anything lewd.

Twenty minutes later, however, that atom bomb between my legs had escalated to the fucking Cuban Missile Crisis. My dick, the area behind it, and my abdomen were sending aching waves through me. It was the same ache that I'd gotten from trying to hold back on masturbating many times this week, but it was way way worse. I looked at Athena with pain clear on my face and she motioned for me to go backstage.

She addressed the crowd. "Kate has to step out. She's having a blast, but she's sick as a dog and I'm surprised she lasted this long. Let's give her some love before she goes!"

The crowd cheered along with Athena, "We love you Kate!"

I blew the crowd a kiss and then rushed to the green room. There, I practically leaped out of my clothes. That's when I saw myself in the mirror, mottled sheath and balls looming large between my legs. Fuck, they were gorgeous.

I walked up closer to the mirror and marveled as the blunt head of my prick poked out. Then I groaned as I started running my fingers over the head, enjoying how sensitive and springy it was. Inches of my shaft spilled out of my sheath as I wrapped my right hand around it and squeezed. Moaning as pre beaded at the tip, I cupped my heavy balls with my left hand and pulled them up against the base of my shaft.

Pre dribbled down the underside as I kept stroking, gripping, and tugging. When I felt like I was going to cum, I let go of the shaft and just focused on groping my balls. The sac was so smooth, they were so wonderfully round and they were so big only one of them could fit in the palm of my hand at a time. If I put the palm of my hand on one of them, the other sat against my wrist…Fuck, they were huge!

I started stroking again, shivering at how good it felt. My dick was pulsing the way it did when it grew, but I didn't care! It was already almost ten inches long, it was going to be near-impossible to hide and my whole body was burning to find release. Plus, it felt so good to finally show it the appreciation it deserved.

As it passed eleven inches, there was a puddle of pre on the concrete floor of the green room. I started stroking faster, wanting to find relief, but it was being stubborn as it grew. Before I knew it, the damn thing was over a foot long and releasing another gush of pre. It was as big around as a water bottle.

I let go and looked down. Big Tony was enormous! My balls felt heavier too. Did I dare encourage it further? With a pang of desperation that made my stomach twist in knots, it got me to wrap my hands around it once again. It took only a few strokes to feel the pressure inside me explode into pleasure. As I whinnied in ecstasy, I painted the mirror white. My right hand held my balls, my left hand gripped the base of my shaft as my flare got bigger than the palm of my hand.

As I nearly lost my balance, my prick gained another two inches of length making my orgasm seem to last forever. After I'd shot my last spurt, I looked down at my horsecock with my jaw hanging open. It was bigger than Athena's!

Warning: A NSFW scene is on the next page.

Art is by Tiliquain.

Chapter 11

Athena had played three tracks while I'd been getting off. I wanted to get back for the announcement at the end of the show, so I grabbed a towel and hurriedly cleaned up my mess before pulling my clothes back on, including the compression shorts. They were a bit tight, but I had a strong urge to dance before the end of the show and didn't want things bouncing around too much. And they, in combination with my rave pants, would likely hide things well enough. Especially since I'd be backlit by the screen on the front of the structure holding the DJ equipment.

When I made it back to the stage, Athena beamed a smile at me. We played a couple more songs together, then she took the helm while I went out onto the bit of stage that went out past the DJ booth and started making waves with my arms that traveled through my whole body. My bulge bounced, but I ignored it and just let the music flow through me.

Athena slowly brought in a song perfect for shuffling, the type of dancing my rave pants were made for, and I glided across the stage looking like it was covered in ice. I spun, then slid all the way down to the floor before popping back up.

I reached out toward Athena and she threw the mic to me. Strutting across the stage, I sang along wordlessly making live variations to the melody. It was our final number and I went all out the lyrics we'd come up with together. "We won't slay your dragons."

"We'll make them dance!"

The animatronic dragon leaned over the crowd and breathed fog on them. Whoever was controlling it had perfect timing.

"We won't fi-ight your wars. We won't be-e ignored."

"Four to the damn floor!" I crouched down and then jumped back up and kicked as I said, "We will kick in your door!"

Athena turned my singing into a demonic drop and got everyone banging their heads. I danced like a maniac adding heavy metal growls to the bass line while Athena piped in a badass melody I'd made using a synthesized marimba. It was wild, it was awesome, and it was totally us.

As the music came to an end, I said into the microphone, "We are Katethena, a duo forged in the dazzling fires of Tomorrowland, and you're going to be hearing a lot more of us!"

The crowd cheered and whistled. Athena came up to stand next to me on stage and we blew kisses at the crowd. The shark we'd met was right in front of the stage looking up at us. We sat on the edge, grabbed each of her hands, and shook them. When we were going to get back up, she held up a finger and then showed us the screen of her cellphone saying, "Here's my twitter handle if you want it."

I took it down on my phone and then I said, "Thanks!"

Then we waved at other people in the front and gave some others fist bumps before going back behind the DJ table to pack up our stuff. Without the music or the crowd to distract me, seeing Athena bent over her bag made my blood run hot. I remembered the sensation of her cumming while our dicks were pressed against each other, the sensation of her twerking against my crotch, and the way her hefty balls, fat clit, and the elastic lips of her marehood felt against my face whenever I licked her out.

I groaned as my shaft shoved its way down my left pant leg. Athena spun around, "You oka—Whoa! I-is it bigger?"

"Ngh!" I nodded as I tried to stand back up now that my gear bag was fully packed.

Athena was blushing bright red, measuring the bulge running down my leg with her eyes while getting a bulge of her own. I could smell her getting wet and hard and had to breathe out to avoid whinnying. Then I leaned in and whispered in her ear, "I can't stop thinking about your pussy."

She spoke quietly, "What do you want to do to my marehood?"

I patted my cock and tried to waggle my eyebrows. I'd never gotten good at that.

She whinnied and shivered, rubbing her thighs together.

The crowd nearest us whinnied back thinking we were still playing with them. I imagine they were wondering why our whinnies always sounded so much better than theirs.

Grabbing her gear bag, she said, "We gotta get to the green room. before we cause a scene."

She was more used to walking with a titanic erection than I was, so she had to slow down for me a couple times. Now I fully understood why she always walked so stiff-legged when she was hard, the head of my dick was all the way down by my knee! Every time I bent my knee, the fabric rubbed right over the end. I kept gasping and shuddering, and by the time we got to the green room, there was a wet spot.

The moment I stepped into the green room and we'd closed the tent flap door behind us, Athena undid my pants with lightning precision. Kneeling in front of my naked stallion cock, she grabbed it with both hands and lapped up the pre at the tip. That stimulation caused me to pre again, so she licked that up, that got me to pre again and the cycle continued as she kept lapping at the thick head of my prick, making me moan louder and louder. After a minute of that, she looked up at me and said, "Does it ever stop?"

"No idea."

She grinned and stroked my prick slowly, talking to it. As a dollop of pre fell to the floor, she said, "Well, look at that, I know what your name should be."

"Don't tell me…Sir Presalot?" I raised an eyebrow.

She giggled. "Guessed it in one."

"Sir Cumsalot and Sir Presalot, we make quite a pair," I said, blushing crimson.

She got up and pulled off her pants. Then I made short work of her blouse and bra as she did the same to me. We were nude, facing each other, our dicks at full mast.

"Let's introduce them." She kissed the head of my cock with the head of hers, then she grabbed them and slid hers under mine.

"Haah!" I arched my back as the smooth sensitive skin of our shafts came into contact.

She used my pre to lube up my dick and kept rubbing hers against it so I could feel every rock-hard inch of her length.

"Can't believe you're almost an inch longer than me and girthier…You're bigger than my favorite toy." She bit her lip and then stood facing the mirror. As she bent forward, presenting her slick puffy winking equine snatch to me, she said, "I wanna see your face when you—NGH!—cum inside me."

My dick lurched at her words as I got into position behind her. The scent of her snatch was overpowering and my eyes went half-lidded as an instinctual need to rut took hold of me. Sniffing the air, I grunted as I kissed her snatch with the broad head of my horsecock. Her clit pressed right up against my cum hole while her lips spread over the head. I grabbed at my tits and whinnied at the sensation. Nothing this hot, this inviting had ever touched my prick. I stepped forward needing to feel more, needing to fill her with my stallion flesh.

Her drenched equine labia spread wider and wider and the little sensitive nubs around the edge of my flare compressed against my length as I popped inside. I cried out, "AAAH!" I felt like I'd just stuck my cock in a blast furnace, but the heat didn't burn, it felt like pure joy.

"Unf! Kate, you're so thick!" Athena said, pulling at her nipples.

"And you're so tight!" I gasped.

She laughed. "You wouldn't be saying that if you weren't fucking huge!"

Grabbing her hips, I shoved forward feeling my unflared flare drag against her ribbed, muscular pussy walls. I was panting through clenched teeth. It was so much pleasure that it was an effort to keep shoving into her. My deep need to have every inch of my length buried in her was the only reason I was able to keep going. We both cried out and whinnied as my lightly defined medial ring popped in. Even that didn't stop me and I ended up with my balls pressing against hers staring down at where our bodies met, unable to believe what I'd just done.

"Oh my lord! There's a visible bulge in my stomach." Athena reached down to her abdomen just above her belly button and pressed down.

Feeling her hand through her flesh was magic, impossible, and so hot that I nearly came on the spot. To think that I was that big, I couldn't even fully grasp it. Adrenaline poured into me as my lust became instinct. I pulled back and then shoved inside again slapping our balls together. "YES!" I screamed. I was preing so much in her that my pre was pooling under us.

"MORE!" Athena yelled back and clenched around my shaft showing me her snatch wasn't gonna just take this lying down, that it was going to make me work. She came about thirty seconds later, her pussy clamping down around me, milking me as her nectar dripped to the floor mixing with my pre.

If I hadn't masturbated earlier, I would have cum the moment I started thrusting. It was wonderful to be able to last for her, to be able to draw this out. She'd already cum once, I wanted to feel and hear her do it again!

After she recovered, as I thrust into her again and again, she controlled the pace. My medial ring popped in more and more firmly as it took on proper equine proportions. It made the lewd smacking sounds of our sex louder and gave me a shot of bliss every time it shoved past her plush opening. A lump at her tailbone distracted me and I tried to tell her about it, but I was busy moaning while trying to catch my breath. It grew out inch by inch, getting covered in fur and looking a bit like a horse tail, but not quite.

A tingling on my backside told me the same was happening to me. As our tails got longer we started to move them side to side. Suddenly, she looked back and said, "What the hell?"

"Tail!" I said tugging on it.

Her pussy clenched as her tail got even longer and we both gasped. It wasn't a horse tail with long hair, it was more like a zebra tail. Thick at the base with a taper that went down to a paintbrush of hairs at the end. The fur on it was mottled just like her cock, but had cream instead of pink.

I flicked my tail a few times looking behind me to see I'd gotten the same thing. It felt like someone was tugging on my spine as my tail got longer and longer. A sparkling fizzy pleasure was coming from it as I grew. Teasing and pulling on Athena's tail, as if to encourage it to grow, got her snatch to grab my prick and make both of us groan.

As the distraction from our tails coming in abated, there was nothing stopping us from sailing over the edge. My flare was swelling inside her while her snatch quivered around me. I couldn't stop looking at myself in the mirror, feeling proud of the fact that I was properly fucking another woman. A woman with a giant cock that bounced every time I hilted myself inside her.

I saw the orgasm on both our faces: our mouths hanging open, our eyes going half-lidded, and our heads tilting back. We whinnied and writhed, my prick working hard to squirt its load into her depths. She was so tight and clenching rhythmically in a way that caused our parts to battle each other. I whined as I couldn't quite unload fully in her and just as I was considering pulling out so my prostate didn't explode, her cunt finally behaved and milked me in sync with my cock's contractions.

We whinnied at the top of our lungs as I flooded her passage with my load. There was so much that it started spilling out of her a few seconds later. I made small hard thrusts the whole time, feeling like I was pressed up against a subwoofer and the sound waves coming out of it were concentrated ecstasy. Tomorrow, I wasn't going to step foot in Tomorrowland, I was going to fuck Athena as many times as I could before I got on that plane.

What was I thinking? At that rate, I'd get too caught up in sex and miss my flight. Had I been just one vaginal fuck away from becoming a nymphomaniac? What about making some connections at Tomorrowland tomorrow with other producers that saw or heard about my show? I truly had no self control. If there was a bowl of candy, or pussy, I couldn't help but stick my hand/dick in it. If Athena hadn't cum and made me realize the risk of giving into my lust on stage, I would have been the one with cum in her shoes.

No! Why was I saying these things to myself? I couldn't keep second guessing myself to the point that I strangled every ounce of joy out of my life. I was happy, I was safe, and I'd just had amazing sex with my new girlfriend. I'd performed despite feeling like utter crap, even though I had approval to take the day off. The reason I didn't cum on stage wasn't because Athena presented a warning, it was because I put my libido in its place and focused on my music. I didn't grab those chocolates until over a week into my trip. Years ago, I would have grabbed a handful every single time I passed by them.

This whole time, I'd never felt upset about having a cock because I thought it was ugly, or I thought it didn't belong on a woman, or I didn't like the way it made me feel. No, in fact…

"I fucking love having a cock!" I cheered before pressing my tits up against Athena's back and grabbing her breasts. I thrusted, getting a squeak out of both of us. "And I fucking love fucking women!"

"Took the words right out of my mouth, hon. Glad to hear you feel the same!" Athena swished her tail. "Huh, I'd been starting to wonder why it wasn't just called the 'cock virus.'"

"I've got one too," I said, nuzzling against her back.

"Awesome! They're not quite horse tails, more like donkey tails?" She said, wiggling it against my crotch.

"Or zebra," I said.

"Oh! Cute!" she smiled.

I flicked mine behind me. "Yeah, actually. It's mottled like our pricks."

"Like a palomino?" she tilted her head.

"Yep!" I kissed the back of her neck, feeling my shaft start to shrink back into its sheath. I wished I could stay inside her for hours longer, but my legs were jelly, so I started to pull out.

I made all sorts of gasps and squeaks as I felt my tender, well used, flesh slip out of her. The pool of cum and girl juice on the floor got a lot bigger when the head of my cock popped free.

The first thing she did when I was out of her was spin around and look at her tail in the mirror. She used it to slap her legs and then giggled. "That's neat!" She looked at me. "Are you okay? I imagine you're not all that pleased having another thing to hide."

I shrugged while staring at my massive length. "I don't think I'll be able to hide this. My balls are as big as racquet balls."

She hugged me, "I'm so sorry."

"You know what?" I said, the inner strength from earlier flowing through my veins. I was frustrated with myself, frustrated with the worldview I'd held on to for so long where I had to please everyone to be happy. "I don't perform so people can tell me what to do or how to feel. I perform because I want to create something beautiful, something new, something that never would have existed unless I'd been at that place at that time. If people see my bulge and think I'm irresponsible, fuck them! I never asked for their opinion."

"Whoa, I never thought I'd hear you say that," she said.

"It's just—" I took a deep breath. "This is one of the best things that ever happened to me. If I turn that into shame, I'm just letting everyone bully me the same way I was bullied in school."

She hugged and kissed me. "You go, girl!"

Looking into her eyes, I said, "I don't think I'm in the clear, I have lots of tendencies that feed my depression, but your observation about me being my own bully was life changing. It didn't make sense until like a minute ago, when I started calling myself an out of control slut in my head."

"If you're willing to try it, going to therapy would help you strengthen this change you've started in yourself," she said. "I wouldn't be the person I am without professional help."

"I'm sold, because I love who you are." I nuzzled her cheek.

"And I love who you are and who you're trying to become." She slapped the side of my leg with her still-hard prick. "How about I show you just how much I mean it by stuffing you full of dick?"

I giggled as I bent over and lifted my tail. "How long do we have this green room to ourselves?"

"All the way through the next show, about an hour and a half." She grinned.

"Good," I said as I backed onto her horsecock.

We fucked in the green room, we fucked in my hotel room, we fucked until we were so satisfied that neither of us could get an erection. The next day, we were sore enough that we wanted to do anything other than have more sex, which was exactly according to my plan. Instead of having sex, we went to the highest-rated Belgian waffle place we could find for breakfast and then we made connections at Tomorrowland and laid the foundation for our new project. We were giving our Katethena collaboration wings, and it was only marginally more satisfying than the Nutella, hazelnut, and dark chocolate waffle with a mountain of fairytale-amazing fluffy whip cream I'd had that morning.

During that whole day, my cock wasn't hidden as well as it could have been because I wanted to be double sure I wasn't going to hurt it. From here on out, I was going to treat Sir Presalot like a king. He, and my tail, were cherished new additions that let me experience things I never thought I'd have access to.

Whenever I had a cell connection on my way home, I scheduled the next week of posts on my twitter filling them with fun details about my time with Athena and our new collaboration. I even followed some of the fans of our relationship, including the shark that gave us our best idea ever. For the first time in years, I wasn't nervous about my future. Instead, I couldn't wait to see what would happen next.

While my last flight was taxiing to the runway, I saw a tweet with two images, one of my tail sticking out above the hem of my pants, the other of the sizable bulge in my jeans with the text, "@GingerKrave showing off her new goods."

I replied to it saying, "Try adding an image of my face next time so people know I have one." Then I put my phone in airplane mode and leaned back in my seat as the plane left the ground and headed toward home.