The story of Ecko, a sequel to popeyes.txt

One day in #mount&bade-crpg, Ecko was chatting as usual.  He was enjoying himself, sitting naked in his computer chair, sweaty, pale flesh clinging to the fake leather, arguing with Zealot, his arch-nemesis and pretender to the cRPG server-owner throne.
Suddenly, he heard a sound at the door.  "Who could it be?" Ecko mused, as he had no friends "IRL".  He stumbled up with a huff, body red with wheezing as he bounded to the door.  He opened it up, only to see a small package at his feet.

"What’s this?" the ATS leader grunted, splitting his diaper wide open as he attempted to bend over to pick it up. "Oh fiddlesticks," bending over anyway.  "I’ll fix it later."  He was too interested in the package.  What could it be?  "Oh, maybe it's those free replica katanas I ordered 8 weeks ago..."

Suddenly a horrible, ghastly wind wheezed through the branches outside, and he swore he could almost hear a wispy voice whispering, "Prepare to feel the blazing dick..."  "Hmm that’s odd, must be the wind," he said, closing the door with a shudder.
He placed the package on the table, sweeping his magic cards and replica swords out of the way.  He picked up a knife and cut the cardboard, opening it up.  Out came packing peanuts, and a small horse figurine.  "What’s this?" he said to himself curiously, picking up the small, obsidian figurine.  It was finely polished, and the handiwork was exquisite.

As his fat fingers clumsily groped about, he suddenly cut them on something.  It was a piece of paper.  "Hullo," the chatter exclaimed, picking it up.  All that was there was a printed message in 10 pt. Lucida console: "roses are read, violets are blue, this horse figurine is for you."

He furrowed his stupid fat face, stroking his veritable neck beard, "hmmm..." he mused pensively, "what a conundrum.  Maybe this is a present for all my hard work as a server operator and internet horses clan leader?  It is a very demanding job, after all."  He placed the horse figurine next to his d&d statuettes and other assorted nerd merchandise, fat ass shifting back down in the groove of his computer chair, eyes dancing at all the flashing chat windows.  "Mm, messages..." he murmured orgasmically.  He then returned to the irc and teamspeak chats, questioning those who refused to take his game of internet knights and honor seriously, for this is their lives!
He was too entranced by the glow of his LCD monitor to notice that the horse figurine had begun to subtly change.  Suddenly the other nearby toys fell to the floor.  Ecko looked up to see that the horse statuette was growing rapidly, glowing with a pale, sickly aura.  "What is this?" he grimaced, stumbling back, chair tumbling to the floor along with him.  The statue quickly grew, table shaking and giving way, until it was the size of a full grown stallion.  Its eyes were now raging with a red glow, and he heard a nicker and a snort, as it sprung to life.  "N-no," the nerd squealed in horror, tripping over his britches as he clumsily attempted to right himself, baring his backside towards the horse...

The stallion wasted no time at such an invitation, quickly mounting him, the wide mouth of the horsecock stabbing at his rectum until it finally entered him, sounded by Ecko’s shrill shrieking.  "No! Noooo!" he sobbed, spastically thrashing about as the horse began to thrust into the helpless chatter...

As he looked at his hands, he noticed that they were changing form, fingers welding shut, becoming hooves.  A fine flowing tail sprouted from his ass, and he could feel his face changing, becoming a muzzle.  "No! I don't want to be a horse... N-n-neiiigh!!!” stomping the ground and letting out a protesting whinny, which was all he could do at that point.  The stallion's throbbing erection slathered back into his rubbery horse pucker, stretching his colon and eliciting a squirt of jism from his own penis, which was becoming riddled with veins as it too assumed the shape of a stallion's.

The stallion suddenly bucked into his ass, throwing him forward as it came, sending its seed deep into his aching bowels.  Suddenly there were lights outside as a white van pulled up.  Two men entered the room with cattle prods, shocking Ecko to his shaking knees.  They placed a choker around him and lead him to the van, stuffing him inside to be with several other horses.  Ecko looked around, and at the horse's feet he could see an empty fast-food carryout box, with "Popeye’s Chicken and Biscuits" printed on the side.¬