Harmonic Transitions

Chapters

After the Rain, Comes the Rainbow
Forming the Herd
The Herd Makes a Plan.
From Meathead to Purple Smart
A Blazing Sun
Sun and Moon
A Chaotic Development

After the Rain, Comes the Rainbow

It was looking to be just another day for Scott. His alarm going off and slapping down the snooze button like he always did. He groaned, taking the multiple pills that he had been forced by his doctors to take. A mixture of painkillers and antidepressants that kept his mind in a haze for the entire day. He might’ve been an attractive man, but the unkempt hair, scraggly beard and deep bags around his eyes did a good job of masking it. His hair was a sandy blonde, and his eyes were hazel. He used his hands to shuffle out of bed, plopping himself down in a simple wheelchair. His insurance would have covered an electric one, but he prefered it this way. He liked keeping his hands busy. He moved through his simple, one story home, heading out into the California sun. It used to be that he’d be jogging by this time in the morning, but that wasn’t an option anymore.

“Lucky bastards...” he muttered, watching a few joggers run past his home and going down the palm tree lined street, glaring at them. He shook his head, sighing at his own attitude. It wasn’t their fault that he would be confined to his chair for the rest of his life. No, it was nobody’s fault but the fault lines. He started wheeling himself down the streets, needing to go to the store and spend the disability checks he received on the essentials in life, like liquor.

As he moved down the street, a red glint caught his eye. He slowed his pace, his eyes coming to a golden necklace, with a red, lightning bolt shaped gem on it. It rested on the ground, almost seeming to call to him. He continued to stare at it, three options of what to do with it running through his mind, keep it for himself, try to find the owner, or pawn it off so he’d have some extra cash for a little bit. No matter the choice, he’d need to pick it up. He wheeled himself to the object, gripping hard on one of his arm rests as he slid down to pick up the necklace. He grunted, struggling to pull himself back into his normal sitting position with the necklace in tow. Once he was situated, he turned the necklace over in his hands as he wondered what to do with the expensive looking piece of jewelry.

Of course, he could pawn it, get himself some serious cash. Not that he’d buy anything besides booze... or maybe some drugs while he was at it… It was moments like this that made him glad that he lived in California. The only thing more prevalent than traffic in L.A. was the number of places to get weed.

“What to do what to do...?” he asked, staring down at the necklace. He drew his fingers over the gem, entranced by it. “Man, I feel sorry for the person that lost this, it must’ve been something they had made special.” He paused, something telling him that that thought was wrong. He shook it off, resuming his journey to the store. He could figure out what to do with the necklace later, he had an empty fridge to stock. Making sure to hide his treasure away, he bought his own special painkillers, returning to his home.

“So...” he tossed it on the counter, taking a long drink from his bottle. “What do do..?” He turned the tv on, a news report droning on about something that was sure to be depressing. He continued to stare at the necklace, running his hand on its surface. “Hmm… maybe I should try it on?” He considered, picking it up. He cracked a rare smile, reaching up and fastening it on. Scott moved over to his bathroom, looking himself over in the mirror. “Huh, not bad. I like it,” he said, touching the lightning bolt inlaid at the necklace’s center. The gem glowed, a ruby colored string of electricity surging through his body. “Oh shit!” he cried, the electricity causing the lights in his bathroom to flicker. The electricity seemed to get stronger, his hair standing on end as he panicked.

“The hell!?” he shouted, grabbing the necklace. He tugged it hard but, it just wasn’t budging. “Oh jesus what the hell is this thing?” He continued to tug at it fruitlessly, only to pass out as an arc of electricity hit him at the base of his neck. He fell over, cracking his head on the sink as he landed on the cold linoleum.

“Fuck,” he muttered, grasping the back of his head, staring up at his ceiling. “I’ve officially just lost my mind haven’t I?” He continued to groan as he scrambled to find his wheelchair. He couldn’t find it, causing him to let out a growl. “Great, somebody fucking robbed me while I was passed out on the floor. This is what I get for mixing pills and booze.” Scott continued to drag himself, deciding to sleep off the rest of the day. He paused, frowning. There was a slight hint to his voice, like he was trying to disguise it as someone else's. “What the fuck is going on today?” He groaned, trying to return his voice to normal. Much to his frustration, the strange hitch in his voice remained. He grumbled trying to pull himself to his bed faster.

“I’m dying aren’t I?” he asked as he touched his throat, his voice cracking. Something that hadn’t happened since he was in junior high. “About time...” he laughed darkly, breaking into a coughing fit. “Ugh, why couldn’t this just be quick,” he groaned between coughs. “Hasn’t God… or whoever the hell is in charge of screwing with me put me through enough?” He asked, turning his gaze upward. “Ya hear that, if you’re gonna take me just do it already! I’m officially sick of this shit!” He shouted, only causing him to cough more.

He shook his head, feeling a tingle in his scalp. “What the hell?” he asked, staring in disbelief at the rainbow colored hair that fell in front of his face. “...This had better be some dumb prank pulled on me by the asshole who robbed me, or I’m going to snap.” He cursed, continuing to feel his head. To his horror, there was a lot more hair than he had before he passed out. Scott’s mind went blank, unable to process what was going on. He couldn’t look in the mirror, not without his chair to pull himself up on.

“Fuck it...” he mumbled to himself, forcing himself to continue onward. It took him a few minutes to get to the edge of his bed, leaning on the end of it. Luckily, his full length mirror was right there in front of him.What he saw there was... strange. His hair was longer, and rainbow colored. It took him a second to realize that his ears were gone. “The fuck?” he asked numbly, reaching up to touch the side of his head, finding no trace of his ears. He started to panic, feeling around on his head frantically. Eventually he found what he was looking for… only it was on top of his head. He pulled his ears up out of his hair, regarding their odd shape with a curious look.

“Are those... horse ears?” he asked, dumbfounded. He knew the look, having been to his uncle’s ranch several times in his life, “Jesus I’m tripping hard… That’s the last time I take an unknown free sample at the Whole Foods,” he muttered. “Not sure what it says about me that my hallucination is becoming Twinkle the Rainbow Horse... Freud would have a field day with this one.”

He pouted, reaching up, tugging on one. He yelped, pulling his hand away, watching his ear clamp against his head. He blinked, not sure what to make of this. If this was a hallucination, then it was pretty vivid. He almost didn’t want to pull more of himself into view, but his curiosity won out in the end. His torso became visible, and he had to do a double take at what he was seeing.

“Are those boobs?”” he asked, his eyes going wide. With a final grunt of exertion, he managed to get in front of his bed, in a sitting position, staring at his reflection. His eyes widened for a number of reasons. 1. He had grown rainbow hair. 2. He had been grown a rather nice set of tits. And 3. He had horse ears. “I-Is this what dying is like?” he asked, before his hands shot to his mouth. He most definitely had a feminine voice. “I think I hit my head so hard it caused brain damage,” he said, putting his hands across his body. Everything felt real, but that only caused him to worry more.

“And now I’m itchy.” he frowned, scratching at his neck. “What the hell is that?” he asked, watching as a wave of blue started to creep across his skin from the site of his scratching. Scott blinked, scratching some more and getting a similar result. “...I’ve got fur… don’t I?” he asked no one in particular. He took his shirt off, allowing his new breasts to hang free, watching as the fur spread over his body. “I really don’t know if this is a good idea, but damn it if I’m gonna die before doing this.” He grabbed his newly formed tits, giving them both a soft squeeze. “Oooh...” he moaned out, getting rather turned on by his new voice. “Wasn’t expecting that to feel so good....” he gave himself another squeeze, shuddering and moaning at the feeling. Feeling a little daring, he pinched one of his nipples. He let out a long moan, biting his lip.

“Fuck yeah!” He moaned, watching as his changed progressed. He didn’t seem to care, too caught up in toying with his sensitive chest. In fact, the change seemed to excite him further, moaning and biting his lip as he wondered what he’d look like by the end of it all. He slipped a hand into his shorts, grabbing his erection, running his hand along it. He moaned, his fur covered hand feeling surprisingly pleasant against his length. He started stroking himself with one hand and squeezing his breast with the other, feeling his tongue loll out of his mouth with a long groan.

He laughed a little, his face pushing out into a muzzle. “So I’m turning into some kinda furry huh?” Despite that comment, his enthusiasm didn’t wane, continuing to grab his chest and trying to push himself over the edge. It didn’t help things that he was rather pent up, not having done anything like this for weeks. He licked his lips as his waist pinched in, hips flaring out. “Damn, I’d totally fuck me...” He let out a grunt, watching his butt expand and fill his shorts out. He picked up speed, his eyes locked onto the mirror as his excitement built up further.

“The hell is that?” he asked, rubbing his back against his bed, getting a sudden burst of itchiness. He turned his body, watching via his reflection as a pair of limbs started to form. “H-holy shit!!! A-are those wings?!?” As if to answer his question, the wings spread out, showcasing blue feathers that matched his new fur. Scott tried to give them a flap, but the wings seemed to refuse to listen. “Fuck! This is amazing!!” he smiled, pulling his hand out of his pants, running a hand through his new feathers. He shuddered, the feeling of his hand on his wing was rather pleasant. “I-I wonder if I’d be able to fly with these things?” He asked himself, transfixed by the new appendages as he continued to rub the feathers.

He shuddered, nearly overwhelmed by all the new sensations. “Fuck that's amazing~” A dopey smile spread across his face, barely registering that a rainbow tail had started poking out of the bottom of his shorts while he was caught up in everything else. He pulled himself together, shimmying out of his shorts and boxers. He finally noticed his new tail, watching as it occasionally swished back and forth. He also noticed what looked like tattoos on the sides of his thighs, a cloud shooting out a rainbow lightning bolt.

“What is that a brand or something?” he asked, reaching down and touching one. Instead of a marking etched into skin, the odd tattoo seemed to just be a part of the fur, shifting around with the rest of the soft down as he rubbed it. “Woah... that's weird...” He looked down at his crotch with a pout. “Is my dick smaller?” He continued to look, rubbing his eyes as if they were playing tricks on him. When he opened them, his erection was indeed shrinking into his body. He grabbed at it, futilely struggling to keep it from receding away. “No come on!” he whined pitifully. He pouted as the last of his length receded away. Then, his crotch seemed to be reshaping itself, a set of folds forming into a small mound of soft pink that contrasted his… or rather her blue fur.

“I’ll miss you buddy...” she lamented, giving her new folds an uncertain look. “...So… does this mean I’m a lesbian now?” She asked herself. “That doesn’t sound so bad...” She continued to look between her new crotch and her reflection. “Now I just have to find someone willing to have sex with a winged blue horse lady and no legs,” she commented, letting out a sigh and shaking her head. “Yeah, California might be full of out there people, but unless I go to a furry convention that’s not gonna happen.”

“What now?” she asked, looking at her legs, feeling a sudden numbness. She froze, her heart in her throat, watching as her legs started to... grow back. “N-no way, this can’t be real,” she muttered, holding onto the growing legs as if to confirm the reality of it all. “If this really is a trip, I don’t want it to end.” Tears of joy ran down her face, not even caring that her legs ended in a pair of hooves. “I-I really have legs now. I-I have to do it… I have to stand up.” She brought her legs toward her chest and braced onto the bed as she slowly rose to shaky hooves. A giant smile broke out across her face, even as she nearly toppled over. “Yes! Oh man, I’m doing it! This is the greatest day of my life!”

Her wings flared out and she looked over her new form in the mirror. “I am so fucking amazing!” She jerkily put herself in a pose, looking herself over and still shedding happy tears. “I-I have to go for a walk. And I don’t care who sees me! Fuck ‘em if they stare.” She grabbed the clothes she had taken off, pulling them back on. “I’m going to knock their socks off!” She beamed as she happily strode out of the room, managing to find her center of gravity as she exited her home. She took a deep breath through her nose, relishing in the feeling of the sunlight on her new fur coat.

“Sup bitches?” she smirked, strutting past the shocked humans she walked past. She continued to walk, not having a destination in mind, just enjoying putting one foot in front of the other after being confined to a chair for so long. “Actually.. I should totally test out my new wings...” She tried to flap them again, only succeeding in making them twitch. She continued to strain, nearly feeling her head pop as she made her wings flap down. “Woah...” she stumbled, placing a hand on a nearby wall. “Okay.. that hurt...” She shook her head, contenting herself with using one set of her limbs this outing. She strolled down the streets, tapping her chin as she considered her options. She then looked down at her clothes, noticing how ill-fitting they were on her chest and hips. “Guess I should go clothes shopping,” she said to herself. “Totally.” she nodded, starting to head to the mall.

The mall was a large place, shops of all kinds as far as the eye could see. Scott had hung out here many times before she had lost her legs. Especially with her best friend since she was just a kid, Adrian. She continued to walk, frowning as nothing caught her eye.

She waved at passersby, smiling as she listened to the clop of her hooves. She zeroed in on the first clothing store she saw, walking in and surveying it. Right away she noticed that this was a store that catered mostly to women. Which was good for her all things considered. She started winding her way through the racks of clothes, hoping to find something that seemed right for her.

“Wait... I don’t even know my size...” she frowned, looking down at herself. “...Maybe one of the employees here can help with that,” she told herself, walking up to a woman that seemed to be a few years younger than her, appearing to be in her late to mid twenties “Umm… excuse me, I could use some help,” she said, trying to get the woman's attention.

“What can I help you with?” she asked, turning to look at her, her eyes going wide.

“I kinda don't know my sizes and I could really use some new clothes,” Scott replied, waving a hand over her shirt and shorts.

“I- uh...” she stared, taking a step back.

“Can you please help? Look, I even have money,” Scott told her, pulling out her wallet from the shorts pocket.

“I-I don’t want any trouble...”

Scott took a deep breath, trying her best to not make the situation worse.

“I’m not here to cause any trouble at all,” she calmly explained. “I’m just here as a potential customer, and need to know my measurements.”

“A-alright...” she nodded, looking her over. “Follow me please...”

“Thank you, Miss…” Scott started with a smile, slowly following the woman. She took Scott to the back off the store, taking her measurements. “Thank you again for your help,” Scott told the woman, holding the slip of paper with her measurements. “Could I just bother you with one more question?” she asked, rubbing the back of her head.

“Yes?”

“Do you have anything in adult sizes with either a rainbow or possibly lightning pattern on it?” Scott asked with a nervous chuckle. The woman blinked.

“I... have no idea...”

“Oh… okay, not a problem. I’ll just keep looking until I find something I like. Sorry for bothering you as much as I have,” Scott said, starting to walk away.

“Hey... be safe okay?” she called after her. Scott turned back to the woman, a soft smile on her face. She nodded and started looking through the rows of clothes with measurements in tow.

“Huh I had no idea I got younger too...” Scott muttered to herself, looking at her reflection in a shop window. Of course, her sudden galavant through town had stirred up some trouble, making her have to hide her features under a hoodie and scarf. Wasn’t comfortable for the wings though. “So much for my attitude about not caring who sees me,” she muttered, adjusting her scarf and resuming her trip through the mall. “At least that one lady was nice to me after adjusting to the situation. Maybe I should keep going to that store. And… maybe I could ask her out if she's interested in chicks,” she mused, a blush burning beneath her scarf.

She turned to continue her shopping, stopping when she spotted her friend Adrian. Of course, since Scott’s spiral into alcoholism, the two hadn’t really spoken much, hipsterism and depression didn’t really mix well. She grinned, sneaking up behind him. “Hey Andy, do you actually need those glasses yet or what?”

“My glasses are prescription!” Adrian growled, turning around to reveal his dark brown and well-trimmed beard and obviously lensless glasses that displayed his blue eyes. He blinked, not knowing who was standing in front of him. “Who are you and how do you know my name?” Despite the heat he was wearing a grey beanie. Though he was wearing a t-shirt displaying the logo of one of his favorite bands that only the elite among hipsters would know. She never really noticed before, but Andy was pretty attractive… for a guy anyway. He obviously took care of himself, his body slightly toned from what little time he’d put into the gym.

“Andy, it’s me! Scott!” She took his hand, dragging him to a secluded alcove. She pulled her hood and scarf down, giving him a smirk. “I look hot don’t I?”

“Sweet merciful Buddha!” Adrian cried, nearly falling over. “Wh-what are you supposed to be, a… pony-person?”

“You don’t worship Buddha you idiot.”She rolled her eyes. “And yeah! I’m totally a pegasus!”

“And you said you’re Scott,” the hipster said, his face contorting to a frown. “Look, I don’t know if this is your idea of a joke, but you can't be my friend, Scott.”

“Dude I can walk again!” Scott grinned. “I mean sure, I got hooves now but I can walk! It’s so freaking awesome!”

“Prove to me that you're actually Scott,” Adrian demanded, scrutinizing her. “Tell me something that only he and I would know.”

“You threw up in Jade Clementine’s hat and never said anything, even after she put it on.”

“Jesus Christ you are Scott,” Adrian replied, completely dumbfounded.

“Yeah, we kinda already established that Andy.” she crossed her arms, shaking her head.

“I needed to be sure,” he told her, shaking his own head. “I mean, how would you feel if I ran up to you as a rainbow haired pony and started saying I was me?”

“I’d probably think I was tripping.” Scott shrugged. “But look, you gotta come to my place. You drove here right?”

“Yeah, I can come to your place,” Adrian nodded, looking her up and down. “I need to hear everything about you becoming… well, this!”

“Well then, lead the way.” She smiled, putting her disguise back up. “I need to get out of this thing, my wings are getting cramped.”

“...This has to be the strangest day of my life,” Adrian muttered, leading Scott out of the mall. “Even weirder than that time TJ took us to his uncle’s store.”

“Best day of my life~” Scott smirked, getting into Adrian’s car, making sure to buckle herself in. Adrian ignored her, putting on some music to calm his nerves. He pulled out of the mall and whipped his head everywhere, wary of anyone spotting Scott. “Dude relax, we’re fine.”

“How are you so calm about this?” He hissed. “You went from a dude to a pony lady!”

“Yeah? And I feel great! I got wings, legs, I’m back in my early twenties and my liver doesn’t look like rotten meat,” Scott countered.

“Look, I’m really happy for you that you can walk again,” Adrian said with a sigh. “It’s just… the rest of your new look that’s got me worried.”

“I like the new me.” Scott pouted, crossing her arms.

“...Scott, you are a walking furry wet dream. There is literally nothing else like you in the world. It’s great that you like it, but nearly everyone else is going to be weirded out.” Just as he said that, the car pulled into her driveway.

“I’ll be careful alright?” she assured him before stepping out of the car. She quickly got him inside, shutting and locking her door.

“So… how did all this happen?” He asked, taking a seat on the couch.

“I put this on.” she pulled her hoodie off, showing him the necklace.

“That’s it?” Adrian asked, getting up and running a hand along the lightning bolt shaped gem. “You just put on an expensive looking necklace and suddenly you’re down a pair of balls, but up a set of legs, tits, and wings?”

“Yup.” She nodded, running her hands over the gem. “It sorta... called to me ya know?”

“That’s nuts… but everything about this situation is nuts,” he said, running a hand through his hair. “So… what’s your plan now?”

“I dunno, learn to fly I guess...” she looked over her shoulder, gazing at her wings.

“Alright, that's one thing. And… what about all the booze that’s here?” Adrian asked, picking an empty bottle off the floor.

“I’m pouring it down the sink,” Scott explained, “I’m not ruining my liver again.”

“I’m glad to hear it,” Adrian said, pulling her into a hug. “It’ll be good to have my friend back. Even if she has nicer tits than before.” Scott blushed a little before hugging him back.

“You wanna wedgie? Because I can do that again,” Scott threatened, pulling away.

“Nay, I say,” Adrian shot back, a smirk on his face. Scott huffed, turning away from him. “Oh, don't be like that. Want me to order us a pizza? We could catch up some more over some slices.”

“Yeah, that sounds good.” Scott nodded her head. Adrian pulled out his phone, tapping his contacts and calling a place he knew delivered. When he was done, he slid the phone back into his pocket.

“I just got us cheese considering I don't know how you’ll react to meat now that you're a pony person.”

“I should still be able to eat meat, just not a lot of fat,” She stated, sitting on her couch.

“Then you order the pizza next time,” he offered. “You know me, I’ll eat just about anything on a pizza,” he concluded as he sat next to her, their shoulders touching. She scooted a little away, turning on the t.v. “Ahh, the mainstream media, it's kind of cute how they still think they're relevant in our digital age,” Adrian commented when he noticed the news feed that had been on before.

“Oh great now I’m on t.v...” Scott groaned, putting her head in her hands.

“What did you expect was going to happen when you chose to strut around? You're probably all over the internet too.”

“I couldn’t help it!” Scott protested, “I had to get out there and ya know, show off...”

“Relax bud, this’ll all blow over soon,” Adrian assured her, putting a hand on her shoulder. “You’ll see, once the conspiracy theorists get a hold of the videos, no one will take this seriously. Your little strut around town will become just another hoax like crop circles or something.”

“I hope so...” Scott sighed, leaning back into the couch.

“Don’t worry, as long as you’re careful you’ll be fine,” he told her, patting her shoulder. “Plus, you’ve got me watching your back now.”

“I might need you to do some clothes shopping runs for me...”

“Sure, I could do that for you,” Adrian said with a shrug. “Wouldn’t be the first time I've done errands for you. Remember back in high school when you and the guys would bum rides off me because I got my license first?”

“Yeah... good times...” Scott smiled, closing her eyes.

“I’m still in contact with a few of them,” Adrian told her, leaning back on the couch. “If you’re up for it, we could see them later.”

“I wouldn’t mind that.” Scott nodded, putting her hooves up on the table. She opened her eyes, giving her hooves a thoughtful look.

“Man, it's going to take some getting used to the hooves,” Adrian said, looking down at her hooves as well.

“I might have to invest in horseshoes.... That’ll be fun...” At that moment, the doorbell rang, getting both of their attention.

“Looks like the pizza is here,” Adrian said, standing up and moving to the door. He pulled out his wallet, signalling for Scott to get out of sight from the doorway. He opened the door and quickly paid for the food, bringing the pizza back to the couch.

“Smells delicious~!” Scott smirked, rubbing her hands together.

“Yeah, it's a little family place my roommate and I order from a bit. If you go into the actual restaurant you can sometimes hear the chef singing in Italian from the kitchen,” Adrian said, taking a slice.

“Nice.” Scott grabbed herself a slice, chewing a few times. “Well this is weird...”

“What’s up, do you not like the pizza or something?” he asked, a bit of cheese sticking to his beard.

“Nah man, all my teeth are flat.” She swallowed the bite before opening her mouth.

“Dude, you’re a pony girl, of course your teeth are flat. Horses are herbivores, figured you'd know that considering how many times you’ve been on a ranch.”

“Yeah but I mean, I’m not a normal pony now am I?” Scott countered, taking another bite.

“You're right, ponies don't normally need bras,” Adrian said, pointing at her chest.

“Well those ponies got the short end of the stick.” Scott grinned. “Oh yeah, you got something in your beard.”

“Oh, really?” he asked, grabbing at it. “This sort of thing happens all the time. I swear if it wasn’t as good looking as it was I’d just shave.” He finally found the cheese, popping it into his mouth.

“Seeing you shave would be weird.” Scott shook her head. “You’ve had that thing since high school.”

“I was truly blessed with good genes,” he said, running a hand through his facial hair. “And if I did shave I’d probably look like a kid or something.”

“Yeah, you def have a baby face.” Scott smirked. “Might get you more chicks though.”

“Dude, hipster chicks dig the beard,” he protested.

“Hipster chicks suck man.” Scott rolled her eyes. ‘They don’t even have their own personalities.”

“Yeah, you’re not entirely wrong,” Adrian admitted. “Might have something to do with why I’m single at the moment.” He added with a weak chuckle.

“Hey, you gonna crash here tonight?” Scott asked, casting a glance at the clock.

“I could if you want,” Adrian nodded. “My roommate said something about bringing a girl over tonight anyway. And that usually means I have to either get out of the apartment or put my earphones in and listen to things at deafening levels.”

“Sounds good to me. I’ll just have to set up the couch.” Scott nodded, giving him a smile.

“That’ll work just fine,” he said, returning her smile. “It’s good seeing you back to your normal self.”

“Yeah me too,” Scott agreed, casting a look at her legs.

“So, since the heat’s on you, will you need me to get you anything in the morning?” he asked, trying to take her mind off her legs.

“No but... that reminds me you still have my vita!”

“Uhh… I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he said, turning away from her and scratching at his face.

“You’ve had it for like a year! Go get it!” Scott commanded, pointing at the door.

“Just let me keep it a little longer!” Adrian begged. “I’ve almost 100% completed P4 Golden!”

“Then you can do it tonight!” she narrowed her eyes. “Or do you want a hoof to the gut?”

“Fine, I’ll go get your stupid vita,” Adrian grumbled getting off the couch. “I’ll just have to buy my own later. You wanna come with?” he asked, jingling his keys.

“Yeah why not?” she asked getting up. She turned the t.v off, getting her hoodie and scarf.

“Cool, backup in case my roommate is in the middle of screwing some random girl he met is always appreciated,” Adrian said, opening the front door and getting to his car. Scott got into the passenger seat, buckling in. Adrian pulled out and headed off through the city streets. He turned his music back on, tapping his hands to the beat. Around fifteen minutes passed before they pulled into a parking lot for an apartment building. He led them up to the third floor and went down to the end of the hallway. He carefully opened the door, flipping the lightswitch on.

“Awesome, my roommate must still be out,” he said, walking to the closest room. He moved into his room rummaging around his dressers for Scott’s vita.

“Looking for this!?” Adrian’s roommate all but shouted, slipping something about his neck.

“Gah! Christian, what the fuck is this!?” Adrian boomed, looking down at his neck. What he saw caused his eyes to widen. It was a necklace nearly identical to Scott’s, save for the purple gem in the shape of a diamond. “Oh no,” he muttered, trying to undo the latch on the necklace before anything could happen to him.

“You ain't getting that off.” Christian smirked. “Super glue~”

“Christian… I’d recommend that you start running. Because I’m about to strangle the shit out of you,” Adrian growled, his fists balled at his side.

“H-hey man just chill!” Christian gulped, backing up.

“This is me being chill,” Adrian replied, narrowing his eyes at his roommate. “If I wasn’t being chill, my foot would’ve already made contact with your overworked nuts.” Christian turned, fleeing to his room, slamming the door shut.

“Dude, you okay!?” Scott asked, peering into the room.

“Oh just peachy,” Adrian replied with a large sigh as he turned to face her. “Ya know, besides the fact that I might be joining you as a pony person.”

“Oh shit...” she walked over, running a hand over the gem.

“Yeah, took everything I had not to murder him,” Adrian huffed. “Do me a favor? There’s some solvent under my bed. I got it after the first time Christian went crazy with the super glue. Hopefully I can get this thing off before I start changing.” Scott nodded, scrounging around to find it.

“I’m not seeing it man,” Scott said, frowning. Adrian joined her, looking around.

“Oh that son of a bitch!” Adrian roared. “Christian! You asshole, give me my solvent!” he called out, rushing over to the other bedroom and pounded on the door. “Get out here with my solvent or I’m telling the next girl you bring over that you have Herpes!”

“I didn’t take it!” Christian protested.

“It was under my bed this morning, and you’re the only one that knows it’s there! Or did you let someone into my room?!” Adrian demanded, about to burst a blood vessel.

“My uh.. Girl kinda went in there...”

“How many times have I told you that no one’s allowed in my room without my permission?!” Adrian seethed.

“I’m sorry! Why are you so pissed off about this!?”

“Give it a couple minutes and I’ll show you why,” Adrian grumbled, going back to his room and flopping onto his bed. “Whelp, I’m fucked.”

“It might not happen.” Scott frowned, looking at him. “Come on, let’s go back to my place.”

“Yeah, I don’t wanna stick around here much longer,” Adrian sighed. “Oh, I found your vita under my bed by the way,” he said in an even tone, handing her the gaming device as he walked out the door of the apartment.

“Thanks...” Scott frowned, following after him. She shoved it into her pocket, a sense of guilt washing over her. Adrian grumbled all the way back to Scott’s home, not even turning on his music this time. When they pulled back into her driveway, he slammed his door shut. “Andy.. I’m sorry...” she spoke up, closing her door at a very controlled level.

“You’ve got nothing to apologize for, my asshole roommate does,” Adrian assured her, letting out a sigh. “Still, I’m actually feeling kinda confident that this one’s not like yours. How long did it take before you changed?”

“Well, mine kinda shocked me and then I started to change...” Scott explained, letting them into the house.

“Well, I’m not feeling any shocking sensation, so that’s a good sign.”

“And now you jinxed it.” Scott shook her head, sighing loudly.

“C-come on, don’t scare me like that,” he gulped, looking down at the inactive necklace. “L-let’s just call it a night.”

“Yeah, yeah you big baby.” she moved her table, folding out the couch bed. “You gonna be alright?”

“As long as everything is the same by tomorrow morning I should be. Otherwise you’re gonna need to help me dispose of Christian’s body,” He said, pulling his shirt off and getting in the pull-out bed.

“Night.” Scott nodded, walking off into her room.

“Good night, buddy,” Adrian called back, letting his head hit the small pillow he’d been given. Despite the worries on his mind, sleep came easy as he drifted off to sleep.

“Gah!” Adrian nearly shouted, jolting awake. He looked down, noticing his gem was glowing, purple electricity surging over it. “Scott! Get your blue bubble butt out here! My necklace is acting up!” He cried, feeling himself start to panic as he struggled with the latch again.

There was a loud thud before Scott rushed out, her hair a fuzzy mess. She appeared to have forgotten to put a shirt on, wearing just a pair of panties. Despite everything that was happening, Adrian blushed, his eyes locking on to her blue nipples as her breasts bounced from her quick movements.

“What?! Whats going on?!” Scott demanded, moving to his side, panting a little.

“Can’t you see the glowing gem and the weird purple electricity everywhere?” Adrian deadpanned, pointing down at his necklace while his eyes stayed firmly locked on her body, drinking in her curves.

“Oh shit, you must have touched the gem in your sleep... dude stop staring at me.” Scott crossed her arms, giving him a flat look.

“S-sorry about that,” he blushed again, averting his eyes to his necklace. “I… uh…I don’t know what came over me there.”

“It’s fine.” Scott shook her head. “You might as well get naked too.”

“...Wha?” Adrian asked dumbly, gaping at her. “I uh… guess I should, considering how different the change could leave me.” He gulped, reaching under the covers and shimmied out of his boxers, making sure not to look Scott in the eyes.

“Alright, I’m not sure what’ll change first, your hair or your ears.” Scott went back into her room, coming back in with her camera.

“What are you doing with that thing?!” He yelped, as soon as he saw the camera, throwing the covers off of him as he lunged after it. “Don’t take pictures of this!”

“I’m gonna record it.” Scott rolled her eyes, getting it set up. “Now stop being a baby. This will help prove we are who we say we are.”

“...Fine, I guess that makes sense.” He sighed, slumping over as the electricity started picking up. Confident that the camera was working correctly, Scott joined him on the bed.

“Hey man, this’ll feel really good,” Scott assured him with a smile.

“...What kind of really good are we talking about?” Adrian asked, looking her in the eyes with an unsure expression. “Adrenaline rush really good, or what?”

“Getting off kinda good.”

“Oh great because I really wanted to pop a boner in front of my best friend,” he said with a frown, a bolt of electricity hitting him at the base of the neck. “Gah!” He cried, falling back onto the bed. “I thought you said it would feel really good?” he grumbled.

“Well not a first.” Scott got comfy. “And besides...” she looked him over, licking her lips. “We can both have some fun...”

“Uhh what?” Adrian asked, turning to look up at her. “I thought you were only into women... “ he looked her over, not sure what to think at the moment as he blushed.

“Yeah well... I’ve been kinda...” she looked away, blushing.

“Kinda what?” he asked, gulping as he sat up next to her.

“Attracted to you since I saw you today...” she admitted in a low voice.

“Wow… I uh… I can’t say the feeling isn’t mutual,” he admitted too, gulping. “Despite the horsey parts and the wings… you’re super hot.”

“Thanks..” she nodded, the two falling into awkward silence.

“So uh… what were you thinking of when you said we could have fun?” Adrian asked, rubbing the back of his head while his blush threatened to overtake his face.

“Oh screw it.” She grabbed his head, pulling him into a kiss. Adrian’s eyes widened for a moment, before he started returning the kiss. He put one of his hands on the back of her head, deepening the kiss. His other hand moved around and rested on her back, right between her wings. She pulled away after a few seconds, panting.

“Wow, that was… you’re a good kisser,” he said, panting as well.

“So are you...” she replied, straddling him. He smiled at her as he stared into her rose colored eyes, reaching out with the hand that had been on her head and giving one of her breasts a soft squeeze. “Oh yeah...” she arched her back, her wings stiffening.

“Heh, looks like you’re getting a wing boner,” Adrian said with a chuckle. He took the hand that was still on her back and started rubbing the base of one of her wings between his pointer finger and thumb. She gasped, her wings flaring out with a *pomf*. “Ooh, looks like these are sensitive,” he noted, starting to knead her breast while rubbing the base of her wing more.

“So good...” Scott moaned, rubbing her legs together.

“What, are you just going to grind against me and not return the favor?” Adrian asked, pinching her nipple. She moved her hand down his stomach, brushing it against his erection. “Heh, your fur feels really good rubbing against me,” he commented, his breath hitching from the slight contact.

“I thought the same thing.” she nodded smirking at him.

“Then what are you waiting for? Show me what you got,” he whispered in her ear, tugging her nipple.

“I’m watching your hair...” she moaned, grabbing him.

“Hnng, has it changed yet?” he asked, continuing to grope her.

“Yup. It's purple and sorta styled itself.”

“Well… good thing I like the color purple.”

Scott just chuckled, starting to stroke him. Adrian let out a low moan, burying his face into her neck to muffle the sound. He took his hand off her wing, opting to just knead both her breasts. Scott let out a long moan, reaching her other hand down, rubbing at his testicles.

“Oh god, that feels good,” Adrian moaned. “But I think I’ve been neglecting something.” He let go of one of her breasts, sliding his hand down her furred stomach until he reached the top of her panties. “How about I test the waters a bit~?”

“I had no idea you were a brave explorer,” Scott teased, giving him a smirk.

“Somebody has to stake out unclaimed territory,” he shot back, sliding his hand under the panties and dragging a finger along her lower lips. She nearly froze, letting out a long, shuddering moan. She moved her hips against his hand, biting her lip. “Someone's really sensitive,” Adrian teased. “One little finger and you're letting out moans like that. Makes me wonder how you’d sound bouncing on my dick,” he mused, continuing to rub along her folds, brushing against her clit several times.

“O-oh god that's good...” she panted, looking at him. “N-nice ears...”

“What color are they?” He asked, flicking her clit.

“W-white...” she shuddered, dripping onto his hand.

“Wanna take this to the next level?” Adrian asked, slipping a finger inside her. “This might be the last chance I have to use my dick for anything.”

“Y-yeah.” she nodded, slipping her panties off, tossing them away. Adrian took a hold of his length, lining it up with her lower lips and rubbing them with his tip. He coated his head with the juices dripping out of her and put himself at her entrance once he felt he’d gathered enough. She took a breath before forcing herself down, taking in his full length.

“Damn… you’re so tight,” Adrian groaned, clutching her to his chest. “I think you just ruined normal women for me,” he added, kissing her cheek.

“Heh...” she nuzzled his neck. “You’re not going to be normal either...”

“I just hope I keep my dick,” he commented, starting to pull out of her slowly. “I’d hate it if this was the last time we did this.”

“And you jinxed it again...” she moved her own hips, nipping at his neck.

“Mmm, the flat teeth are definitely a plus in this instance,” he cooed, reaching down with both hands to grab her ass. He used his new handholds to give him better leverage, picking up the pace a little.

“The itching is going to start soon...” she moaned, placing her hands on his chest for support.

“I think I’m going to be too caught up in you to notice any itching,” he said, nipping her neck in return.

“Heh... probably...” she wrapped her legs around him, moaning in his ear. Adrian shuddered at the sound of her voice. He started to thrust harder into her velvet depths to see what other sounds she’d make. She shuddered, her breasts heaving as she bounced. He looked into her eyes with a blissful smile. He wondered if he had changed more and what he looked like now as he gave her ass a slap. She yelped, wriggling her ass a little. Adrian decided to repeat the action with her other cheek, swatting it hard enough that a *crack* resounded through the room.

“How’s that?” he grinned, giving both cheeks a squeeze.

“Ahhn!” She moaned, her wings twitching on her back. “I-I love it. Keep doing that. Keep spanking me!” she begged, pulling him into another deep kiss. He chuckled, proceeding to spank her, alternating between cheeks. She moaned into his mouth, starting to bounce faster and hold onto him tighter. He increased his own speed, watching her breasts heaving around.

“Never realized you were such a tit man,” she teased, pulling away from the kiss to whisper in his ear.

“Hey man I’m just watching the show.” he paused. “What about you? Enjoying your show?”

“Yup, looks like you're starting to grow some fur,” she said scratching at his throat and rustling some white fur.

“Ooh.. that feels nice...” he blinked, his voice cracking a little.

“Looks like you’re trying to get your pony voice too,” she commented, scratching a little harder. “Here’s hoping you get a really sexy one~” He let out a moan, his voice becoming husky and rather feminine. “Ooh, that is a sexy voice~” she cooed, still scratching his neck. “Let’s keep you moaning in your new voice~” she said, nipping the tip of one of his new ears.

“Oh! Do that again!” he encouraged, almost purring at her. She complied, taking his ear in her mouth and rolling the tip on her flat teeth. He let out a low moan, twitching his ears slightly.

“It looks like you’re adjusting to your new pony parts,” she said, reaching up and rubbing his other ear with a grin.

“Well that's because I got someone to help me adjust.” Adrian smiled, kissing her head.

“Heh, you don’t have to butter me up.” She chuckled, nipping his ear again. “You’re already balls deep in me.” She wiggled her ass against his crotch for emphasis.

“What? I can’t tell you how much I appreciate you?” he asked, wrapping his arms around her neck.

“Sh-shut up,” she stammered, a blush spreading across on her face. She took his ear in her mouth, nipping and tugging on it. He bit his lip, moving his hips faster. She let out a shuddering moan, struggling to match his pace as she continued toying with his ears. She grinned, spotting the flesh under his nipples starting to puff up. “Ooh, looks like your chest is starting to grow~” she purred in his ear. “I wonder if yours will be bigger than mine by the end of this~”

“You won’t get jealous will you?” he accused, looking down at his chest.

“When have I ever been the jealous type?” she asked, nuzzling his neck.

“What about senior prom when Maggie went with Jeff?” Adrian asked with a grin.

“That doesn’t count,” she pouted, tugging his ear. “I had a crush on her since freshman year and I was finally gonna do something about it. Then asshole Jeff comes in and asks her out right before me.”

“See? You're still jelly!” He teased, giggling.

“Oh yeah, then maybe I should bring up Amber?” She smirked, removing a hand from his ear and rubbing his expanding chest.

“Oh that's low.” he moaned, his nipple getting hard.

“Still think I’m jelly?” She asked, squeezing the expanding breast with a devious smirk.

“I do.” he pouted up at her, his breasts passing a c cup.

“Wrong answer~” she said as she tugged at his nipple hard. He let out a groan, pressing his chest into her hands. “You’re really getting into having tits,” she teased starting to knead both his breasts. “It seems you protested a bit too much about this change~”

“P-perhaps I did...” he shuddered, his breasts reaching a DD cup. “Oh my.. Those are huge...”

“I know, I could probably bury my head between those things and wind up getting lost,” she said, looking at them and licking her lips while she pinched and twisted his nipples.

“O-oh god...” he moaned, squeezing his eyes shut.

“I told you the change felt really good,” she reminded him, starting to bounce faster.

“M-maybe I won’t kick Chris’s ass...” Andy smirked, his tongue lolling out of his mouth.

“Nah, you should just slap some sense into him,” she offered, leaning down and licking one of his nipples. “He seems like a douchebag.”

“You have no idea...” he sucked in some air, his waist pinching in.

“Mmm, you’re gonna have a killer figure by the end of this,” she teased, panting a little. “Maybe you should show off and wind up on the news too~?” She giggled.

“Maybe...” he shook his head, his face pushing out into a muzzle.

“Looks like you’re almost fully pony now,” she pointed out. “Maybe we should hurry this up before your little friend goes bye-bye.”

“I ag- oh...” he shook his head again, a nub starting to form on his forehead.

“Holy shit… I think you’re a unicorn,” she said, removing one of her hands from his breasts and touching the nub lightly. Andy let out a squeak, his body locking up. She blinked, giving it another little rub to gauge his reaction. He squirmed, his breath hitching. “Ooh, seems like your horn is sensitive… I wonder what would happen if I did this?” She leaned up, giving the horn an experimental lick. He let out a breathless moan, nearly going limp. “Oh, this is awesome.” She giggled, taking the horn in her mouth and swirling her tongue around it. He whimpered pathetically, his face a bright red. The horn finished growing, its tip being rounded instead of pointed. Scott bobbed her head on the horn in her mouth, noting the grooves that surrounded it. On a whim, she decided to trace her tongue along the grooves, humming happily while she continued to move her hips.

“O-oh... g-god...” Andy moaned out, barely aware as his changes started to finish up.

“Are you close?” she asked, popping the horn out of her mouth.

“Y-yes...”

“Me too,” she told him, taking the horn back in her mouth as she desperately bounced faster. He let out a loud shout, firing off his final load into her. He fell back onto the bed, a mess of limp body parts. She shuddered and moaned, her inner walls clamping down as a splash of fluids hit the bed. She fell down after Andy, looking at him with a blissful smile. “W-wow… that was awesome,” she said with a pant.

“Y-yeah it was...” Andy agreed, sharing her smile. She giggled for a moment, content to just wrap her arms around his back and hold him for a while. After a few moments her body froze, a realization hitting her.

“Oh shit…”

“What?” Andy asked, looking into her eyes.

“The camera,” she answered. “We basically just filmed an amateur porno.”

“I don’t mind.” Andy giggled. “Though...” he frowned. “What if I got you... you know...”

“Huh… probably should’ve thought of that one,” she admitted. “Well, I don’t have any condoms in this house. Surprisingly enough, alcoholism and depression are turn-offs to most women.”

“We’ll just... have to deal...” Andy muttered, watching the last bit of his manhood slip away.

“I wouldn’t worry too much,” she assured him. “Maybe humans and anthropomorphic pony girls don’t mix well?”

“Only time will tell...”

“Well, I can think of worse things than carrying my best friend’s baby,” she told him, giving him a quick kiss.

“I think we’ve moved past best friends Scott,” Andy pointed out, pulling the blankets over them.

“Heh, I guess you’ve got a point there,” she admitted with a chuckle as she snuggled close. “Never thought I’d ever sleep with you though.”

“Same...” Andy nodded, pulling her close.

“Good night, Andy,” She told him, giving him a kiss before her eyes fluttered closed.

“Good night Scott...” Andy smiled, drifting off with her.

Forming the Herd

“He’s such a crybaby...” Christian muttered to himself, tossing up Adrian’s solvent. The young man had squirreled himself away in his room, hiding from his roommate’s wrath. His room was a mess, with discarded clothes belonging to both sexes, littering the floor. He never really bothered to clean up, and none of the girls he brought back seemed to care all that much. “I wonder what was eating him so bad? He never got that angry at my other pranks. Not even when I pulled the fire alarm on his important date and set the sprinklers off on them.”

Chris frowned, tossing the solvent to the side. Andy would calm down after a few hours and by tomorrow they’d be best pals again, like always. “I wonder who that was with Andy?” He wondered aloud, reaching under his bed and finding a half drank soda. “She sounded pretty hot,” he mused as he took a drink of it, frowning when he found out it was flat.

“Welp... better get something to eat...” He downed the rest of the soda, tossing the empty can to the side. He made his way to the door, only for his foot to slip on something metallic, sending him flat on his face. “Uggh, maybe Andy had a point when he said that my messy room would hurt me at some point,” he groaned looking down at what had caused him to trip. It was a necklace just like the one he superglued to his roommate. The only difference was that this one had a pink gem in the shape of a butterfly. He picked it up, frowning at it as he brought it up to his face.

“How the fuck did this get here?” he asked, turning it around it in his hands. One of his girls must have dropped it but.. He didn’t remember any of them wearing it... He ran his fingers over the gem, almost entranced by it. He shook his head, trying to clear his mind. “The hell am I thinking? This thing’s for chicks. And last time I checked, I wasn’t a chick… Well, unless if you count you are what you eat,” he joked with a quick laugh, still holding the necklace as he exited his room.

He entered the kitchen, tossing the necklace onto the table. He busied himself with his lunch, a simple microwaved cheeseburger. He started to think a bit wondering how two nearly identical necklaces came into his possession. “Eh, must be some sorta new trend.” He shrugged, continuing to eat. He kept glancing at necklace, almost like it was pulling at him.

“Why not?” he asked, moving back over to him. It wouldn’t hurt if he tried it on would it? There wasn’t exactly anyone around to call him out for it. He gingerly lifted it up, slipping it around his neck. He glanced at his reflection in the microwave door, giving himself a smirk. “Heh, not too bad. Wonder what kinda stone this is anyway...” he mumbled, moving up to touch the gem. All of a sudden, pink electricity surged through the gem, hitting the kitchen appliances. “Oh fuck!” He cried, trying to take the necklace off with no results.

“Get off me!” he shouted, tugging at it with all his might. He tried in vain for several minutes before giving up, panting from the effort. He gulped, watching as the lightning picked up. He cried out, one of the bolts hitting the base of his neck and causing him to fall out of his chair.

“The fuck man..?” he asked with a groan. He pushed himself to his elbows, blinking as pink hair fell into his face. “Th-the hell is going on?” he squeaked, reaching up with a shaky hand and touching the pink locks. It was soft, in fact, it was the softest hair he had ever touched. “I-I gotta get a camera!” he rushed into his room, quickly finding his camera, turning it on.

“Look, my name is Christian Spade and I found this weird ass necklace and-and it turned my hair pink!” he shouted, making sure to show both. He was starting to panic, his mind racing as the electricity continued to swirl around him. All of a sudden, he felt unbelievably itchy. He ripped his shirt off so he could scratch madly at his torso.

“Oh, oh god...” he whimpered, yellow fur sprouting wherever he scratched. “P-please just let this be a nightmare,” he whined, trying to cease his scratching but felt compelled to continue. He gazed into his mirror, watching as his ears moved up the sides of his head, becoming triangular. He took a shaky hand from his scratching and poked at one of the ear as if to confirm its presence. His pupils contracted as it flicked a bit at the contact.

“I’m turning into a furry!!” he shouted, a surge of utter panic coursing through him. His chest started feeling funny. He moved his hands up to start scratching at the spots, thinking that it was just more itching. His eyes widened though when he noticed a bit more puffiness in his chest. “O-oh God… please don’t be what I think you are,” he whimpered, staring at his chest in horror. He grabbed his chest, trying to push the the growing flesh back into his chest. He only succeeded in squishing the burgeoning flesh, eliciting a low moan from the back of his throat. His whole body froze, his mind needing to take in what he just did.

“I-I totally did not do that!” he moved his hands away, fighting the urge to act on them. He glared at his growing breasts, trembling from the itching and his growing urge to try squeezing his chest again. He bit his lip, watching his breasts grow to a rather nice size. “What now?” he groaned, a shudder going through his body, his frame shrinking down. He frowned, his pants sliding off his shrunken frame. “Oh come on!” He cried, stepping out of the pants. “I’m already turning into a furry with tits, do I have to be short too?!” He looked down, noticing his legs now covered in yellow fur too. His feet went numb and before his eyes, they transformed into hooves. The sudden shift caused him to fall over, landing right on his face. “Uggh, that’s just great, I’m turning into something that doesn’t even have real feet. This is officially the worst day of my life.”

A sudden coughing fit overwhelmed him, his throat tingling. “Now wha-?!” he gasped, speaking with a voice that was not his own. It was definitely feminine, being soft and soothing to the ear. “N-no, this can’t be happening,” he whimpered, curling up in a ball while the coughing got worse. “Th-this is just a very bad dream. I’ll wake up soon… probably just food poisoning. Y-yes… that has to be it.” He blushed, seeing his raging hard on, the only thing that had kept his boxers from falling off. “Th-there’s no way I-I’m liking this,” He muttered, compelled to reach down and grab his length. He gasped, his soft fur feeling amazing against his skin. He let out a low moan as he continued to stroke himself slowly, getting into a sitting position and leaning against the wall that faced his mirror.

He blushed, looking at his reflection. His eyes moved down to his erection, and despite himself, licked his lips. He started stroking faster, an eager glint in his eyes as he let out another moan. He reached down, grabbing one of his breasts on a whim and shuddering at the feeling of it. He couldn’t take his eyes off his member, feeling his mouth water. Part of him always wanted to... He shook his head. What the fuck was wrong with him!? He blushed, pushing the thoughts out of his head while he continued to pump his hand and grope his chest. “Wh-why does this feel so good?!” He groaned, squeezing his eyes shut. He cracked one of his eyes open, his gaze lingering on his throbbing dick. “Wh-why can’t I stop looking at you?” He panted, watching a bit of pre gather at his tip. He blushed, the sight making his mouth water. He took his hand off his breast, running his pointer finger along his tip and gathering the pre onto it. He held the finger in front of his face, biting his lip and debating his next action while his face was as red as a tomato.

He trembled, opening his mouth, licking the pre off his finger. His eyes screwed shut, letting out a low moan as he continued to lick his finger in an attempt to get more. “I-I am so fucked up,” he whimpered, stroking himself faster. He shook his head, trying to fight all the new impulses that flooded his thoughts. He looked back at his reflection, his eyes widening when he saw that his face had pushed out into a muzzle. “Oh god… I’m a horse shemale thing,” he groaned. Despite that, he continued to stroke feeling his excitement rise.

He gazed at his dick again before leaning, down opening his mouth. He couldn’t actually... could he? He continued to lean down, closing his eyes with his tongue hanging out of his mouth. Somehow, his tongue brushed against the tip of his erection, sending jolts of pleasure running through his entire body. He kept going, wrapping his lips around the tip. He gulped, giving it a suck.

‘Oh dear god… this is fucking awesome.’ he thought, swirling his tongue around his tip as his whole body shuddered in pleasure. He kept going, getting as much as he could into his mouth. He started bobbing his head, all of his doubts melting away as he hummed in contentment from the pleasure he was feeling. He took his hand off of his raging member, using both of his hands to squeeze his new chest and pinching his nipples hard. The pleasure overwhelmed him, turning him into a moaning mess. It didn’t take him long to climax, firing a load into his mouth. He didn’t even think before he swallowed it down.

“Ha… ha, best orgasm ever,” he panted, sliding down the wall with a dopey smile on his face. He stared into his reflection, his eyes widening as he saw that his erection was being sucked into his body. “No!” he cried, grabbing at his crotch and trying to stop it from disappearing. “Come on! I would have been cool with being a shemale!!” He let out a whimper as the last of his dick disappeared, his groin slowly but surely reshaping into a vagina, the pink lips nearly matching the color of his hair.

He sighed, his shoulders slumping. He jolted upright, a realization dawning on him as the haze of lust left his mind. “I just turned into a furry girl and...” he gulped. “I just sucked my own dick... and liked it...” He shook his head, trying not to think about that. “Okay, I need to calm down… that doesn’t mean anything,” he tried to assure himself. “It was the necklace… Yeah, the transformation thing was screwing with my head.” Christian got up on shaky hooves, looking around the room and another realization dawning on him. “Oh shit, the camera!” she cried, rushing over to the camera and turning it off.

“No one can ever see this!” she looked around, almost paranoid. “Okay...” she closed her eyes, taking in a breath. “Just calm down... I can’t just get rid of it... I need it to prove who I am...” She took another deep breath, some of the tension melting away. “I’ll just need to edit the footage a bit. That shouldn’t be a problem, Andy’s got editing software on his laptop… Oh god, what am I going to say to Andy!?” She whimpered, sitting on her bed.

“I gotta call him! He freaked out when I put that necklace on him, he has to know what’s going on!” she scrambled to her phone, quickly giving Andy a call.

“Christian, if the first words out of your mouth aren’t I’m sorry, I’m hanging up,” a tired voice that didn’t sound like Andy’s said from the other end.

“Andy please! You gotta help me!” she blurted out, her voice a whimper.

“...Chris… is that really you? You sound kinda different,” Andy commented, sounding slightly concerned.

“Yes! I swear it’s me!” she whimpered again, curling up on her bed.

“Okay, okay, I believe you,” Andy assured her. “What’s up? You sound pretty freaked out.”

“I-I turned into some kind of freak!” she whined, hugging her legs.

“...And what do you mean by that?” Andy asked, seeming to have his interest piqued.

“I found a necklace and now I’m a horse girl!” Andy paused for a moment, silence reigning before he burst out into laughter. “It’s not funny y-you dick!”

“Oh, it’s more than funny, it’s hilarious!” he said, still laughing. “Consider it just deserts for doing it to me.”

“W-what are you talking about?”

“You know what, I’ll just show you,” he said. “Give me like twenty minutes or so and I’ll be back at the apartment.”

“O-okay... please hurry...” she begged, before hanging up. She blinked, feeling a twitch on her back. “Huh?” she asked looking over her shoulder, gasping as she spotted a pair of wings. “I-I’m a pegasus!?” As if to confirm her statement, the wings twitched again, her feathers rustling again. “O-okay… that’s kinda cool...I wonder if I’d be able to fly?” She got to her hooves, stepping in front of the mirror again. “So... this is me now...?” she asked, taking in her new form. She blushed, her eyes looking roaming her body up and down. “W-well, at least I’m pretty… for a horse girl anyway.” She smiled a little, the tail she hadn’t noticed swishing a little. “I-I wonder what I should do as far as dating goes?” she thought to herself looking between her legs. “D-do I keep going out with girls or should I…” she bit her lip, blushing as thoughts of what she did earlier replayed in her mind. “Maybe I’m bi..?” she asked, a hopeful tone to her voice. “Heh… I guess that wouldn’t be so bad. M-maybe I should try being with a dude next,” she gulped, a blush on her cheeks and her wings stiffening slightly.

“I-I’ll think about that later...” she shook her head, rummaging around her room for any clothes that would fit her tiny frame. She looked down, sighing as she picked up some of the clothes that girls had left behind. She managed to scrounge together an outfit that didn’t clash and posed for the mirror. “I guess that’s not so bad.” Her ears perked up, hearing a knock coming from the apartment door. She bounded over, cracking open the door to peek an eye through. “Wh-who’s there?” she asked, not wanting anyone else in the building to see her like this.

“Let us in, Chris, before someone sees us,” a woman’s voice instructed him. She did as she was told, opening the door and stepping away from it so no one could see her.

“Come in,” she beckoned, her eyes facing the floor. Two hoodie clad women walked in, the second one closing the door.

“Damn, Chris, you got short,” the woman who spoke before commented, pulling her hood down, revealing her white fur and horn.

“Whoa… A-Andy… is that you?” She asked, her eyes widening at the sight of the unicorn.

“In the flesh.” she nodded, moving over to her. “And I’m much taller than you~” she grinned, patting her head.

“S-stop that!” Chris whined, a deep pout on her face. “I-I’m sorry, okay?!”

“Good.” Andy smirked, pinching her cheek. “If it helps, Scott over that shrank too. She’s not even 5’4.”

“Technically I got taller,” Scott offered, taking off her own hood and showing her blue fur. “Being just a torso in a chair makes you pretty short.”

“Anyway~” Andy cleared her throat. “You found a necklace as well?”

“Y-yes… I tripped on it in my room. I-I sort of felt compelled to put it on and the next thing I know, I’m a pegasus girl,” she explained.

“Same thing happened to me.” Scott nodded. “Though I got my legs back so... worth it.”

“Yeah, I know, that’s only the fiftieth time you’ve mentioned that,” Andy teased, flicking her on the tip of her muzzle.

“Hey! It’s the best thing that's ever happened to me!” Scott protested.

“I’m guessing what we did was the second best thing?” Andy asked with a wink and chuckle.

“Damn right...” Scott smirked, pulling Andy’s head down, kissing her. Andy returned the kiss, her mind not even noting that Chris was still in the room.

“H-holy crap.... You guys had sex?!” Chris blurted out, a deep blush on her cheeks.

“Yup~” Scott pulled away, grinning. “It was amazing!” she boasted, puffing her chest out.

“Yeah, it was the best way to send Adrian Junior off before I finished my change into a unicorn woman.” Andy said, a smile on her face. “That thing you did to the horn… we’re doing more things like that.”

“I-I’m right here you know!” Chris reminded, blushing a deep red.

“Yeah, and I’ve had to hear you going at it with random girls countless times,” Andy pointed out with a frown. “So excuse me if you have to hear a little sex talk from me for once.”

“S-sorry...” Chris muttered, quickly looking away.

“Man, the change has left you really different,” Andy commented, rubbing the back of her head. “Then again, this is a pretty shocking thing to happen so it’d probably be weird if you weren’t acting weird right now.”

“You know... I think we got a pattern going on here...” Scott spoke up, rubbing her chin.

“Uh oh everybody, Phoenix Wright is about to make a breakthrough on the case of the pony people,” Andy said with a roll of her eyes.

“I’m serious!” Scott pouted. “Anyway, I found the first one ya?” she asked, pointing to her neck, “Then I ran into Andy and he got his.”

“So you think this is like some kind of domino effect?” Andy asked, rubbing her chin in thought.

“Yeah, so, if I’m right, the next person Chrissy over there runs into, will get a necklace!”

“Wait, didn’t you tell me that you talked to a lady in a clothing store before running into me?” Andy asked. “If that’s the case, then why didn’t she get a necklace?”

“Maybe it’s dudes only?” Scott suggested.

“Or maybe you have to be close to the person you run into?” Andy suggested. “Think about it, you were my best friend and despite being a total dick at times, Chrissy is a friend of mine too.”

“We’re gonna have to test this...” Scott mumbled, rubbing her chin.

“What are you thinking, taking Chrissy and pushing her in front of some random dude to see if he gets a necklace?” Andy chimed in.

“Nah man, we get a volunteer!” Scott grinned, punching her hand, “How about that wimpy guy you hang out with?”

“You mean Gabe?” Andy asked, hoping for some clarification.

“Yeah that guy!!” Scott nodded.

“G-guys, I-I don’t know if I’m comfortable with this,” Chrissy chimed in.

“Come on Chrissy, we’re doing this for science,” Andy insisted. “You don’t even have to show your face to the guy.”

“Yeah but... wouldn’t we be changing him without his permission?” Chrissy protested.

“Well, you’re gonna have to interact with someone at some point,” Scott pointed out. “It’s not like you can just stay in your room forever.”

“Oh but I probably could...” she tried to counter.

“And how are you going to go the rest of your life by only talking with us?” Andy asked. “Even if you call in take out, you’ll still run the risk of talking to the delivery guy. “Or the landlord when he comes looking for your part of the rent.”

“If it makes him feel better, we can shoot him a text and talk to him about it,” Scott offered, looking between them.

“W-well if he agrees to possibly changing into a horse person… I guess that’s okay,” Chrissy relented, looking down at her hooves.

“Okay good!” Scott clapped. “I’ll get us something to eat, Andy you get the guy over here.”

“You cool with me taking a picture of you to prove we’re being serious?” Andy asked, tapping away at his phone.

“Um... yes...” Chrissy nodded, rubbing her arm.

“You’re kidding right?” Gabe asked, speaking to the woman claiming to be Adrian. Gabe was a rather unimpressive looking guy all things considered. He was a little over 5’ tall and his limbs were bone thin. He had a close cropped hair cut. The hair itself was an auburn color and his eyes were a deep almost chocolate brown.

“Gabe, you know me,” the woman sighed. “When have I ever joked about something like this? Look, just ask me a question that only I’d know. Maybe that’ll convince you,” she offered.

“What’s that thing we agreed to never talk about?” Gabe asked, crossing an arm over his chest.

“Atlantic City,” the woman on the other end stated in a dark tone.

“Jesus! That is you Andy!” Gabe blurted out, his eyes going wide.

“I told you,” Andy huffed. “Now get your scrawny ass over here or I’m telling my girlfriend here all about that trip,” she warned.

“Alright alright! Just calm down!” he got up, throwing his shoes on. “I’ll be right over okay?”

“That's a good boy~” she teased, hanging up. He grumbled, jumping into his car, driving over. It didn’t take him long, giving the apartment door a hard knock. A woman wearing a hoodie opened the door, looking him over.

“Hey, you must be Gabe!” she said, leading him inside. “Andy’s told me about you.”

“I bet he did...” Gabe grumbled, looking around. “So, where is he?”

“I think you mean she now,” the same voice as on the phone chimed in, another hoodie clad woman stepping into view.

“Andy when did you get a sex change?” Gabe asked, scratching his cheek, looking up at her.

“A few hours ago,” she answered, gesturing for him to take a seat on the couch. He did so, gesturing for her to keep going. “And I didn't get the sex change by choice either,” she added. “Plus, it's not just my sex that's different now.”

“Okay...?” Gabe asked, raising his eyebrows.

“Gabe, my girlfriend and I are about to show you something, and it might be a little shocking. So… I want you to promise me you won’t freak out when I do,” she told him with a serious tone.

“Yeah, yeah, let's just get it over with...” he muttered, sighing a little. Andy and Scott shared a look before pulling down their hoods, showing Gabe their pony features. He stared at them frowning. “You know what, fuck you Andy.” he got up moving to the door. “I should have known you were just going to dick with me.”

“Gabe, I’m being real with you here,” she pleaded, getting up to stop him. “Come on man, what do you want me to do to prove I’m serious?”

“You and Isaac do this shit all the time!” Gabe growled, pushing past her.

“Alright, I didn't want to have to do this,” Scott sighed, pulling off her hoodie. “Hey Gabe, check this out!” she called out to him, spreading her wings. Gabe froze, staring at her.

“A-are those... wings?” he asked, his eyes wide.

“Yup, and I can move ‘em too,” Scott answered, giving her wings a tiny flap.

“See?” Andy asked, running her fingers through Scott’s feathers. “Would we really go through all this for a simple prank? Now please sit down before someone sees us.”

“Ooh, you’re gonna have to do more of that later,” Scott said, forcing her wings to fold against her back again.

“H-how did this happen?” Gabe asked, walking over to Scott, trying to touch her wings.

“Whoa there, no touchy of the wing! Those are a sensitive area that only I and whoever I’m planning on sleeping with have clearance to touch them,” Scott warned, backing away from his hand.

“Sorry...” he pulled his hand back, shoving it in his pockets.

“Now as for how it happened,” Andy spoke up, getting them on topic, “We each found these necklaces.” she pointed to the ones she and Scott were wearing.

“Yeah, and when the three of us touched the gems on them, we changed into sexy pony girls,” Scott continued.

“Three of you?” Gabe asked, looking around. “Who else is here?”

“That's part of why we brought you here,” Andy explained. “See, we have this idea that the necklaces have been showing up after interacting with someone that already has one. I got mine after seeing Scott and my roommate got one shortly after.”

“So, Chris is a pony too?” Gabe asked, sitting back down.

“Yeah, she just became one too. And other than the two of us, no one has seen or talked to her since her change because of our working hypothesis on how the necklaces work,” Andy explained.

“Oh yeah and what's that?” Gabe asked, already not liking where this was going.

“Scott thinks that the first male person you interact with will get one, while I believe that there has to be some personal connection involved,” Andy explained shifting uncomfortably in her seat. “And… we wanted to ask you if you’d help us test this out. You’ve never really talked to Chris much so you’d be a good candidate.”

“So... you want me to turn into one of you?” he asked, narrowing his eyes.

“We didn’t really know what else to do,” Scott chimed in, rubbing the back of her head. “Chrissy’s gonna have to interact with someone eventually. And we’d rather it be somebody who’s got a choice in the matter of whether they want to change or not.”

“Yeah but why me?” he asked, crossing his arms.

“Because I trust you,” Andy explained. “And you were the one that was most likely to hear us out without running out and telling people about us.”

“Besides man! You could get wings!” Scott smirked, giving hers a flap.

“Yeah but… it sounds like you’ve all turned into girls,” Gabe cut in, trying to keep his eyes off her wings. “And while I’m not much of one… I’m still a guy.”

“And it’s amazing!” Scott argued, “But maybe you’ll get lucky and keep your dick.”

“...Alright, I’ll try and test your theory,” Gabe relented with a sigh. “Besides, even if a necklace does appear… it’ll only work if I put it on and touch the gem, right?”

“That's what it seems like.” Andy nodded. “We’ll just, throw it in the safe or something.”

“Sounds good to me,” Gabe said, nodding at her. “Let’s do this then, bring Chris in.”

“Nah, we’re just going to lock you in her room and see what happens!” Scott grabbed onto Gabe’s arm, dragging him to Chrissy’s room. The transformed Chrissy looked up at the new arrival with a nervous expression and managed to give him a little wave.

“Umm… hello,” she said.

“Hi...” Gabe pulled his arm away from Scott, watching as she slipped out of the room, closing the door behind her.

“S-so, you agreed to help us out with our idea?” Chrissy asked, rubbing her arm and avoiding eye contact with him.

“I guess I did...” he frowned, rubbing his neck. “So... you're a pegasus...?”

“Yes… though I can’t really move my wings on my own yet,” she explained, turning around and displaying her wings. “I hope I can soon though… flying sounds kind of nice.”

“Can I...?” he asked, gesturing to her wings.

“Umm… sure,” she said, sounding slightly nervous. “I-I guess that’d be okay.” He moved to sit next to her, gently grabbing one of her wings, extending it. She let out a small gasp, a blush starting to pepper her cheeks.

“Did I hurt you?” he asked, letting go of it.

“N-no, that’s not it,” she said, shaking her head. “You just took me by surprise, that’s all. It was… actually kind of nice,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

“I can stop...” he offered, scooting away.

“N-no, you can keep going if you like,” she said, fighting off a blush as she turned and offered him better access to her wings. He gingerly grabbed it, running his hands through her feathers. “Ooh,” she moaned, an unbidden twitch going through her wings. “I-I didn’t know touching my wings would be like this.”

“That feels that good huh?” he asked, moving his hands along it, touching the base.

“Yes, it’s really nice,” she panted, looking over her shoulder at him with a deep blush and an odd look in her eyes. “I-I guess they’re sensitive.”

“So... if I get a necklace... do you think I’d get wings?”

“Umm… I’m not sure,” Chrissy admitted. “You could also get a horn like Andy. And from some of her and Scott’s comments… that’s pretty sensitive too,” she said with a blush.

“Huh...” he hummed softly, just stroking her wing. “You're very soft...”

“Mmm, thank you,” she hummed with him, relaxing under his touch as her wings started to stiffen. “I thought so too.” He scooted closer, pinching at the base of her wing. She bit her lip, squirming under his touch. She looked over her shoulder again, the odd look stronger than before. “Oh… k-keep doing that. That was nice.”

“Alright...” he nodded, massaging her base of her wings. “A-am I getting you off?”

“W-well… it does feel really good…” she admitted. “I-if that makes you uncomfortable… we can stop,” she offered, turning back to him with a hopeful, pleading look in her eyes.

“N-no, it’s okay...” he shook his head. She smiled a little turning around and pushing him onto his back.

“W-well then… maybe I should return the favor?” she asked, placing a hand on his chest and rubbing it up and down.

“Y-you're into dudes?” he asked, gulping a little. She bit her lip, not saying anything for a few moments before slowly nodding.

“I-I might have some interest in guys,” she said, blushing furiously as she locked eyes with him. “A-are you okay with that?”

“As long as you are...” he blinked, shifting a little. He reached behind his back, pulling out a necklace, this one sporting an orange apple shaped gem. Chrissy took the necklace out of his hand, tossing it away with a hungry look in her eyes.

“We can worry about that later,” she said, biting her lip as she pulled his shirt off. “Right now… I want to try something with someone that’s all guy.” She leaned down, giving him a kiss. He returned the kiss, putting his hands on her hips. This caused her to deepen the kiss, moving one of her hands down and unbuttoning his jeans. She continued to slide her hand down, giving his half-hard length a soft squeeze.

He shuddered, quickly hardening in her grasp. “Eager huh...?”

“A little bit,” she said, running her thumb along his tip. “This is my first time with a guy.”

“And you're okay with that?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” she asked, still toying with his head. “You’ve been making me feel good and… you’re not exactly hard on the eyes,” she admitted, another blush spreading across her cheeks.

“Heh thanks...” he smiled. “You’re not so bad yourself.” he reached down, brushing some hair out of her face. She smiled back at him, taking her hand off him and pulling up on her own shirt, revealing her own bare chest, giving it a little shake for him. He moved his hand down, giving her breast a squeeze.

“You’re so soft...” he smiled, looking into her eyes.”

“Mmm, thank you,” she said, pressing her chest further into his hand. “And you’re wearing too many clothes right now.”

“I could say the same to you,” he shot back.

“Maybe you should take care of that~” she purred in his ear. He smirked, moving his hands down to her shorts, quickly pulling them off. He did the same with her panties, tossing them onto the floor. She smiled down at him, grabbing the top of his pants and sliding them off his legs, pulling his boxers down with them.

“That’s much better,” she said with an approving nod.

“Damn you're sexy,” he said with a grin, “Even if you are furry.”

“Thanks,” she said, leaning down and nuzzling his cheek. “That makes me feel a lot better about the whole transformation thing.” She then had a mischievous glint in her eye for a moment before sliding down his body until she was between his legs. “In fact, let me show you how much I appreciate the compliment~” she purred giving his length a long lick.

“A-ah...” he moaned, looking down at her. “Didn’t take you for a dick sucker...”

“Well… I guess I’ve thought about doing this a few times,” she admitted, looking up at him. “Do you want me to keep going?”

“Yeah I do.” he nodded, placing a hand on her head, smiling encouragingly. She leaned down, giving his head a lick before taking it in her mouth. She shuddered a bit at the feeling, swirling her tongue around his tip with a hum of contentment. “O-oh yeah...” he moaned, grabbing her ears, giving them a tug. She let out a quick yelp that melted into a long moan, slipping more of his member into her muzzle. She looked up at him with shimmering eyes, pleading for him to do more as she ran a hand along his outer thigh. “Oh I see...” he gave her ears another tug. “Chrissy, are you a sub?” She moaned again before pausing, ceasing her journey downward. After a few moments of mulling the question over, she nodded and looked up at him, curious of his next action.

Grinning a little, he moved his hands to her chest, giving her nipples a twist. She let out a loud moan that was muffled by his throbbing length. She looked up at him with shining eyes as she continued to move her head down, wrapping her tongue around him and giving him a powerful suck.

“Does little Chrisy like that?” he asked, tugging on them, letting his nails dig into her tender flesh. She let out a shuddering moan and nodded, using one of her hands to cup and caress his testicles while she bottomed out on his member. “That's it... take it all...” he ordered her, starting to move in and out of her mouth. She moaned, her wings stiffening until the stood up straight at the feeling of being used. She bobbed her own head, dragging her tongue along him while locking eyes with him. He leaned his head down, biting onto her ear. Her whole body trembled, starting to bob her head faster as she looked up at him in an attempt to beg him to continue. He ground it between his teeth, twisting and tugging her nipples. She became a moaning mess as she bobbed her head in a daze, barely noticing the moisture dripping onto the bed. She continued to drag her tongue along him, swirling it around his tip and base.

“That's it...” he moaned into her ear, “Keep that up and I’ll give you a nice reward...” She nodded, bobbing her head even faster and rubbing her thumb along his testicles. She was eager not just for her reward, but what awaited her tastebuds when he finished. He shuddered, grabbing her head. He gave one last thrust, starting to cum hard. She let out a happy moan, greedily gulping down his seed as it started coating her tongue and throat.

“Damn you’re good...” he chuckled, petting her head.

“So were you,” she panted out, licking her lips in an attempt to gather anything she missed. “I take it you’ve wanted to be dom for a while?” He nodded, pulling her up into a kiss. She happily returned the kiss, her tail swishing back and forth while she looped her arms around his neck.

“You ready for more?” he asked, rubbing the base of her wings.

“Are you kidding?” she asked with a chuckle. “Of course I’m ready for more.” He grinned, rolling over, pinning her down.

“I gotta tell ya... doing this feels really good...”

“I couldn’t agree more,” she said, looking up at him with a smile. “Never knew how exciting it was to feel helpless.” She cast her gaze at the necklace, smirking. “Don’t forget your new accessory.”

“What, wanna see if I become a girl too?” Gabe asked, tapping her own necklace. “Or do you want me to become a horse boy, one with a giant horse cock for you to suck on?”

“Maybe a little of both?” she giggled. “You don’t have to you know.”

“I don’t know… I guess I could,” he said, getting off the bed and picking up the necklace. “... I mean… you three certainly seem happy with your changes.”

“I’m happy with whatever form you take...master...” she said playfully, propping herself up on her elbow.

“Hmm, the idea of you bouncing on me with a bigger dick does sound appealing. But how would I satisfy your insatiable craving if I became a full blown woman?” He asked, getting back on the bed and slapping her ass.

“We’ll figure something out..” she moved into his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Alright, why don’t you put your master’s new necklace on?” he ordered, leaning in and nipping her neck. “And then you’ll get to ride your master like a stolen horse while he changes.”

“As master wishes~” she reached up, clipping it around his neck. “You have to touch the gem for it to work.”

“I know that already,” he barked, slapping her ass again before touching the gem. “If I want your advice, I’ll ask for it, pet.”

“Y-yes master...” she bit her lip, squirming a little.

“Now turn your camera on,” he ordered. “We’ll need proof to show I am who I say I am.” She nodded, getting it ready, pointing it at them. He looked at the camera and said, “My name is Gabe Hill, and I might be about to go through an unbelievable change.” He then turned his attention back to her, nipping her neck again. “There we go, now we can put on a show while I transform.”

“That sounds wonderful master...” she smiled.

“Good,” he said with his own smile. “Now, since you were such a good girl and made your master feel good,” he started, petting her head. “I’ll let you choose what you want me to do to you next.”

“Oh master, I want you to take me, Use me like the little slut I am...”

“That’s what I like to hear.” He grinned, tugging on her ear. “Now get on your knees, I want to pull on your wings and tail, see how sensitive they really are,” he ordered. She did so, looking back at him, shaking her ass for him. “You really are an eager slut,” he commented, grabbing her by the tail and burying his length inside her depths in one, rough thrust.

“O-oh master... you’re so big...” she bit her lip, her wings flaring out. He just grinned at her, grabbing the base of one of her wings for leverage as he started to pull out of her. She moaned, arching her back, dripping onto her bed.

“Damn, you’re really tight,” he grunted, gripping onto her wing tighter as he thrust back into her. “But that’s to be expected since you’ve only recently discovered what a little cockslut you are,” he teased, leaning down and biting her neck.A tickle in his scalp made him look over into the mirror. His hair grew out, changing to a nice blonde color, styling itself into a ponytail. “Looks like the changes have already started,” he whispered in her ear. “Your master is a blond now.”

“I wonder what color master’s fur will be...” she moaned, moving back against him.

“We’ll just have to wait and see,” he told her, slapping her ass. “Right now, I’m only worrying about properly rewarding my good pet.”

“Oh that feels so good master...” she bit her lip. “M-more..”

“Of course~” he purred, removing his hand from her wing and gripping her by the hips. He swatted her ass again, watching as her flesh jiggled. He started picking up the pace in his thrusts as he alternated hands and slapped her ass increasingly harder. She out a loud moan, her tongue hanging out of her mouth. Gabe glanced at his reflection again, watching his ears migrate to the top of his head. “It looks like my fur’s going to be orange,” he commented, watching his ears flick a little as he spanked Chrissy again, leaving a handprint for a moment.

“I know you’ll be the sexiest pony around master.”

“With the sexiest pet around~” he told her, draping himself across her back and biting down on one of her ears. She moaned again, clutching the bed tightly. He continued to bite down on her ear, slamming his hips against her own and spanking her. He relished in the feeling of her body against his, her fur brushing against his skin in a wonderful way. He frowned, a sudden itch starting to spread over his chest. “Pet, is it supposed to itch?”

“Th-that means your fur is about to spread out across your body, master,” she answered between moans, her eyes screwed shut to focus on everything he was doing to her. He let himself stratch, watching the fur start to bloom across his chest. Much like his ears, the fur was a faded orange, spreading quickly until his entire torso was covered in fur.

“Ooh... now what?” he asked, shuddering a tingle spread through his body. He started to grow, gaining several inches in height and putting on muscle mass. “Oh… this is good, this is very good,” he said with a smile. “Take a look at your master now, pet. I think you’ll like my new look so far.”

“M-master! Y-you're so tall!” she gasped, looking back at him.

“That’s right, and I’ve got bigger muscles now,” he said with a smirk. “Which means I can spank your sluttly ass even harder now.” He demonstrated this by spanking her again, as hard as he could.

“Oh!” she nearly shouted, biting her lip hard enough to draw blood.

“I take it you really like what the changes are doing to me?” He asked, kneading and rubbing the spot he had spanked.

“V-very much master...” she panted, looking back at him.

“Good because so do I,” he smirked down at her, gripping her hips and pounding into her as fast and hard as he could. She moaned, moving back against him. He rubbed his throat, being overtaken by a coughing fit. “And what does the coughing mean?” he asked between coughs, looking down at her with a frown.

“Your voice is changing...”

“Well that should be…” he paused, noting a slight twang in his voice that hadn’t been there before. “What the fuck?” he grunted, reaching up and gripping her wing and continuing to thrust into her.

“You sound nice...”

“Like hell Ah do!” he frowned, his voice now distinctly southern, and female. “Ah sound like Ah’m one yeehaw away from goin’ cow tippin’,” he grumbled, tugging on her wing and driving himself in her hard.

“I-I like it alot master!”

“Ah didn’t ask fer yer opinion, pet!” he growled, spanking her hard.

“S-sorry master!!” she cried, whimpering. He grumbled a bit more, rubbing the spot he spanked in an attempt to alleviate any pain.

“Ah’ll just have t’get used to the accent.” He sighed, leaning over her and nipping at her neck fondly.

“That feels good...” she smiled, exposing more of her neck for him.

“Well, this is meant t’be a reward fer ya~” he cooed to her, kissing and nipping her neck while still slamming his hips against her. She let out a long moan, her breasts heaving. He peered down at his own chest, watching in fascination as it started to push out. “Heh, looks like Ah’ll have tits of mah own pretty soon,” he told her, gripping her wing tighter. “Ah wonder if they’ll be bigger than yers?”

“Oh I hope so master...”

“Ya really are such an eager slut,” he teased, biting down on her neck for a moment. “And what do ya plan on doin’ with mah big chest? Tell yer master all yer dirty little fantasies~” He cooed, rubbing the base of her wing with his thumb.

“S-suck from your bossom...” she moaned, her tongue hanging out, “I’d bury my face in them and just...”

“Go on, tell me more, Ah’m lovin’ what Ah’m hearin’~” he cooed, gripping and rubbing her wing more.

“I’d make you scream master, cum just by playing with your tits...”

“Now that’s music to mah ears~” he groaned, slamming himself into her with a sense of desperation. “Ah’m gettin close, pet,” he warned her, kissing her neck. “Ah hope yer ready fer me to paint yer walls white.”

“Yes master! Bloat me up with your seed!” she begged, slamming back against his hips. He grunted, holding her hips with both hands while thrusting into her hard a few more times. He pushed inside her depths as deep as he could, throwing his head back with an accented roar as he came, hard. She cried out, clamping down on him, milking him for all he was worth. Once he was finished, he looked down at her and pulled her by the hair to give her a passionate kiss. “That was amazing...” she panted, looking into his eyes.

“Yeah, Ah’ve never came that hard in mah life,” he panted with her, rolling her over and lying down next to her, keeping himself buried inside her. She snuggled into him, her hand on her belly. “Heh, guess we shoulda used a condom,” he admitted, placing his hand over hers.

“I dunno... the idea of having your child just...” she bit her lip, looking into his eyes.

“Yer really adjusting to being female pretty quick,” Gabe commented with a smile, pushing some hair out of her eye.

“I dunno... I like it...” she giggled, nuzzling his neck.

“Heh, Ah guess Ah could like bein’ a daddy,” he admitted, nuzzling her back. She giggled, nuzzling his chest.

“I think you got a DD cup master.”

“Well, that’s pretty interestin’,” Gabe chuckled. “Ah’ll have to flaunt these things just to tease ya.”

“I’d like that a lot Gabe,” Chrissy giggled, dropping their little act.

“Ah guess this means Ah’m all woman now like the rest of ya,” Gabe commented with a sigh.

“That's alright,” Chrissy assured him, kissing his cheek.

“Speak fer yerself, Ah wanted to keep burying mahself into ya and gettin’ blowjobs from yer hungry little mouth,” he huffed.

“Well.. neither of us has looked down yet...”

“You do it,” he said, gulping. “Ah don’t have the nerve to see fer mahself.” She nodded, peering down at their crotches. “W-well, wh-what am Ah packin’ down there?” he asked, his eyes screwed shut.

“You really wanna know~?”

“Damn it, just tell me before Ah start sweatin’ bullets over here!” he boomed.

“Well.. it looks like...” she paused, tormenting him a little.

“If ya don’t spit it out then Ah’m gonna tie you up and keep ya from cummin’ fer hours,” he growled.

“Looks like you got a matching set,” she giggled, rubbing at his new lips.

“Wh-what are ya tryin’ t’say?” he gasped, his legs squirming slightly at the new sensation.

“That you're a herm silly.”

“Yes!” Gabe cheered, holding her tightly. “That means that Ah can keep workin’ that pretty mouth of yers! Puttin’ on that necklace was the best decision Ah could’ve made.”

“Same here...” she smiled, hugging him tightly.

“Think we should show those two that a necklace showed up?” Gabe asked, rubbing the spot between her wings. “This was supposed t’be a test after all.”

“They probably heard us.” she smiled. “But you need some clothes first.”

“Why bother?” he asked with a smirk. “Ah was thinkin’ of showin’ off and makin’ ‘em jealous that Ah got to keep mah dangly bits.”

“Lets~” she got of of bed, stretching out, a little of his seed dripping out of her. He got up with her, putting an arm around her shoulder as they walked out of the room, using her body to hide his sheath and balls for the moment.

“Sup bitches?!” he called out, a giant grin on his face.

“Oh hey,” Scott waved, snuggling up with Andy on the couch, both of them naked.

“Heh, looks like ya’ll had the same idea we did,” Gabe commented, looking between the two. “Hope we didn’t distract ya or nothin’.”

“You two were pretty loud,” Andy giggled, nuzzling Scott’s head.

“S-sorry about that,” Chrissy apologized, a blush on her cheeks. “I uh… wasn’t expecting it to feel that nice,” she offered, looking down at her hooves.

“You turned out pretty good Gabe,” Scott complemented, “Sexy accent too.”

“Yeah, Ah turned out alright,” Gabe said with a nod. “Even if Ah didn’t grow wings or a horn from mah forehead like y’all did.”

“Yeah but look at you man, you're pretty buff!”

“True, Ah am likin’ the fact that Ah’ve got actual abs fer the first time in mah life,” he commented, running his hand along his toned stomach.

“And he’s all mine.” Chrissy pouted, holding onto him.

“That’s not the only thing that’s yers.” he smirked, putting his lower half on display for the first time. He moved his hips slightly, causing his package to bounce slightly.

“What!? You got to keep your dick!?” Scott shouted, her eyes going wide.

“That's just not fair...” Andy pouted.

“Aww, don’t you worry none girls,” Gabe assured them, wiggling his hips and sending his bits swaying. “As long as Chrissy says it’s okay, there’s plenty of horsemeat t’go around.”

“Well...” Scott rubbed her chin. “Horses do form herds...”

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Andy asked, looking at her girlfriend.

“Why not?” Scott smirked, nuzzling her.

“Whaddya say Chrissy?” Gabe asked, giving her a squeeze. “Should they get a taste of yer favorite treat too?” he asked, looking her in the eyes.

“Well...” Chrissy pouted, looking up at him. “Alright.”

“Looks like we’re all good t’go,” Gabe said, smiling down at the three of them. “Hoo boy, Ah am really glad Ah didn’t walk out the door now. This is the best day of mah life!”

“And we can add more people to our herd!” Scott smirked, rubbing her hands together.

“Only if they choose to join us in becoming ponies,” Andy admonished, flicking one of her ears.

“Ah was thinkin’,” Gabe rubbed her chin, “We could get that meat head Eric.”

“There’s no way he’d agree to all this,” Chrissy cut in, waving a hand up and down her body for emphasis. “And then he’d blab to everybody about us.”

“Well, Ah mean look at me, Ah used to be all scrawny and now Ah feel like Ah can do anythin’.”

“What are you trying to say, that the change’ll make him smarter or something?” Scott asked, scratching her head.

“I think... I think that makes sense,” Andy spoke, looking between them all, “Think about it.”

“I guess you have a point,” Scott admitted. “I mean, I was basically immobile before, but now I’ve got two methods of travel at my disposal. “She smiled, showing one of her legs and spreading her wings out to their full length.

“That's not what I meant at all.” Andy shook her head.

“Then what do you mean?” Chrissy asked, looking at her for clarification.

“Well, think about it,” Andy said, sitting up, “Scott was broken, he gave up. Now he’s determined, full of life. Chris was an asshole, and a playboy and now he’s a tiny-”

“Cockslut.” Gabe grinned.

“-Soft spoken woman. And you Gabe, you were a mostly spineless doormat.”

“Can’t argue with ya there,” Gabe admitted, rubbing the back of his head. “Ah did have a tendency to just roll over. Ah mean, Ah completely froze up when ya threatened me with the Atlantic City thing.”

“So it stands to reason that Eric will become the opposite of what he is now,” Andy concluded.

“What about you?” Chrissy asked, tilting her head. “How have you become the opposite of what you were?”

“Well, I thinks its clear from my speech and mannerisms that I am a much more refined person now than just a simple ‘hipster.”

“Does that mean we can throw out your Vampire Weekend albums?” Chrissy asked, giggling.

“We’re not throwing out my things.” Andy rolled her eyes.

“Alright, so if we’re right about this… who’s gonna get Eric over here?” Scott asked, looking between the group.

“We could get Jake over here.”

“You mean that really depressing guy who hates everyone?” Gabe asked, raising his eyebrow.

“The very same,” Andy answered with a nod. “He might agree to come over here. He owes me one after I set up his blog for him.”

“Well, go call him up or whatever.” Scott nodded, nuzzling her neck.

“Alright, but you have to let go of me so I can get to my phone,” Andy pointed out. Scott obliged, letting her up. She strode over to her phone, picking it up and tapping the screen a few times.

“So... what do ya’ll think Jake’ll look like once he’s a pony?” Gabe asked, looking between Scott and Chrissy.

“Maybe another unicorn?” Chrissy asked, looking over at Andy.

“That could be cool,” Gabe said with a nod. “Though Ah’m kinda curious what his coat color and hair will look like. Ah mean, we’ve got a literal rainbow of colors around us here.”

“I am the rainbow,” Scott reminded with a smirk.

“No shit, birdbrain.” Gabe chuckled. “Ah couldn’t tell.”

“I’ll sock you one hillbilly,” Scott warned.

“Try it and Ah’ll pin ya down and make ya squeal like a piggy~” Gabe shot back with a smirk.

“I’d like to see you try!”

“Well then get over here so Ah can show ya,” Gabe said with a smile, beckoning her over with a hand movement. Scott growled before leaping out at him, wings flaring out in an instinctual attempt at intimidation. Gabe let out a whoop, bending his knees and catching Scott by the shoulders. He tried to use her momentum against her in an attempt to pin her down. She slipped out of his grasp, a smirk on her face. “Get back here ya varmint!” Gabe growled, trying to tackle the smaller woman.

“Ha! I’m too quick for ya!” Scott grinned, staying just out of his reach.

“Ah’ll getcha at some point!” Gabe promised, coming up just a little short each time. “Ah’ve got plenty o’ stamina!”

“You know... we might want to find a new place to stay...” Chrissy spoke, watching them, “All this noise... they’re going to call the cops...”

“Well, if we combine our money together, we should be able t’work somethin’ out,” Gabe offered, still trying to tackle Scott.

“Yes but what realtor would sell to a bunch of hooded weirdos?” Andy chimed in, “Jake’s on his way.”

“Well, we could always claim to be burn victims or something,” Scott offered, blowing a raspberry at Gabe as his hands only succeeded in grazing her side. “We could even have plenty of money to put down too if I sold my place.”

“Ah’m gonna get ya ya feather duster!” Gabe growled, leaping at her.

“The only thing you’re gonna get is... Oh shit!” she cried, Gabe finally getting a hold of her.

“Ha!” Gabe grinned, pinning her down. “What was that bout’ me not catchin’ ya?”

“Grrr… alright, ya got me.” Scott pouted, still trying to struggle under the larger woman.

“Heh, ya’ll are as tiny as Chrissy,” he teased, looking her over.

“Oi! Don’t call me tiny!” Scott growled, glaring at Gabe, her wings twitching in agitation.

“Ah ain’t lyin’,” he leaned down, licking her neck.

“H-hey, what are you doing?!” Scott asked, trying not to blush, her legs squirming a bit.

“Ya know ya like it!” he chuckled, “I bet you’d make a great cocksleeve, little pony,” he taunted.

“I don’t know, why don’t you ask Andy?” Scott shot back, her cheeks now a light pink.

“Oh no, she’’s too tall.” He moved, sitting with his back against the wall, holding her by her arms, her back to him. “Yer just the right size~”

“Fine, show me what you can do with your new horse dick,” Scott relented, grinding against him. “I’m curious to try it out.”

“I think Gabe might have a domination fetish,” Andy commented, watching them go at it, “I just hope they're done before Jake gets here...”

“I don’t know, maybe seeing what he’ll get to be a part of will help convince him to put his necklace on,” Chrissy chirped, watching them with fascination.

“Maybe...” Andy gazed down at her. “It’s strange seeing you so short.”

“It doesn’t bother me as much as I thought it would,” she conceded with a shrug. “Besides, I’ve got wings now. That’s definitely worth being a little shorter for.” She smiled, patting one of her wings.

“I wonder if I can use magic...” Andy wondered, looking up at her horn.

“Huh, why would you wonder that?” Chrissy asked, looking up at her with a puzzled expression.

“Well, I’m a unicorn. Aren’t they supposed to be magical?”

“I dunno,” Chrissy said with another shrug. “I’ve never read anything about unicorns before. The only thing I know about unicorns was that thing about their blood from the first Harry Potter movie.”

“I’ll have to work on it...” she frowned, looking up as there was a knock on the door. “Alright everyone, looks like we’ve gotta put on clothes,” Andy told them.

“Oh come on Andy!” Scott pouted, bouncing happily on Gabe’s lap. “I’m not even close over here!”

“You heard me! What if it’s the cops or something hm?” she asked, putting her hands on her hips.

“Fine, I’ll put on some damn clothes,” she grumbled, raising herself off Gabe. “We’re finishing that up later,” she told him over her shoulder as she grabbed her discarded clothes that were strewn around the couch.

“Yer damn right we are,” Gabe agreed, taking Chrissy back into the pegasus’s room. Scott pulled all of her clothes on, turning to Andy as she threw her hood up.

“There, I’m completely decent for either Jake, or the po-po,” she said, walking over to Andy.

“Thank you dear,” She smiled, throwing her own hood up. “Who is it?” she called, moving up to the door.

“Who the hell do you think it is?” A male voice huffed, sounding impatient.

“Relax will you?” she asked, letting him in, quickly shutting the door behind him.

“So why’d you call me over here?” the young man asked, dressed in a band hoodie whose logo was impossible to decipher as human writing and black skinny jeans. His hair was dyed an unnatural black that covered one of his hazel eyes. “And where’s Adrian?”

“I’m right here darling,” Andy responded, pulling her hood down

“Fuck you,” Jake said, turning to leave. “Whatever your prank is, I’m not being a butt to a sick joke.”

“Do I have to do this every time?” Scott sighed, stepping in his way. She pulled her hoodie off, spreading her wings. “There? Happy?” Jake froze, his eyes locking on her wings.

“I don’t do happy,” he responded once he’d managed to collect himself. “But I guess I can hear you out.” His nostrils flared for a moment and he made a face. “Ugh, it smells like you’ve been hosting the sex olympics in here.”

“That's not that far from the truth,” Andy giggled, “Anyway, how would you like to join us in ponyhood?”

“Why the hell would I want to look like a furry fucked a little girl’s toy?” he asked with a deep frown, pinching his nose.

“Because you’d stop being a ‘pathetic human’, “ Andy air quoted.

“Yeah because going from a pathetic human to a brightly colored horse thing is way better,” Jake shot back with a roll of his eyes.

“Well, Scott here grew his legs back...”

“Do I look like I have any limbs that need regrowing,” Jake frowned. “Good for her that she got to be able to walk again, but why should I join in?”

“Maybe it’ll fix your attitude,” Scott muttered, crossing her arms.

“My attitude doesn’t need fixing, this toxic world does,” he grumbled, shooting her a look.

“Can we just pony him and be done with it?” Scott asked, rolling her eyes.

“Scott, suggest that again and you don’t get to go back to Gabe,” Andy warned, shooting her a look.

“Well?” Jake asked, getting impatient.

“Well, if you don’t think your attitude needs fixing, the change can do something else,” Andy told him. “Do you remember how much of an ass Christian could be?”

“Yeah, so what?”

“Well now he’s petite and demure,” Andy explained. “She even apologizes without having to be pressured and threatened into doing it.”

“Show me.”

“Oh Chrissy~!” Andy called out, a smirk on her face. “We need you in here for a moment!”

“Yes?” Chrissy asked quietly, stepping out of her room.

“See, what’d we tell ya?” Scott asked, motioning for her to come closer. “She’s totally different from the douche that superglued things to people.”

“H-hi Jake...” Chrissy waved shyly, trying to hide her face behind her bangs.

“O-okay, that is drastically different.” Jake blinked, his indifferent and impatient mask crumbling slowly.

“Maybe your change will give you a better outlook on life?” Andy suggested.

“...Yeah but… you all changed into girls,” he said, rubbing the back of his head.

“Is that a bad thing? Being a girl is a lot of fun~” Andy smirked, stepping up to him, kissing his cheek.

“W-well… It’s not a bad thing per se. I just... like being a guy,” he replied, blushing from the contact.

“Maybe you’ll keep your dick like Gabe,” Scott offered, watching him.

“I guess… that might not be so bad,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his head again, avoiding looking at all of them.

“So... wanna join the herd?” Scott asked, grinning at him.

“Not sure what you mean by that but… I guess the pony thing could be alright. Couldn’t be worse than being human.”

“”Great ta hear it partner!” Gabe smiled, hugging him from behind, easily lifting him off the floor.

“Gah! What the fuck?!” Jake cried, struggling in Gabe’s grasp.

“Nice ta see ya again Jake! It’s me, Gabe!” he turned him around, grinning.

“...Jesus Gabe, you got huge!” Jake said, looking over his new muscles.

“Ah know its amazin’!” he grinned, grabbing Jake’s head and pulling him into a deep kiss.

“Mmmph!” Jake gave a muffled cry, blinking as he pushed weakly against Gabe, before resigning himself and returning it with closed eyes.

“Hows that?” Gabe asked, pulling away.

“Uhh…” Jake replied, blinking at Gabe with a deep blush on his face. “Gabe.. that had better be one of your hands poking me.”

“Eenope~” Gabe smirked.

“Yeah, was pretty afraid you’d say that,” Jake said with a sigh.

“Ya’ll are gonna make a great pony.” Gabe smirked, licking his cheek.

“Gabe… can you please put me down?” Jake asked, blushing from the act. “I feel like a little kid right now.”

“I dunno... ya seem ta like it.” Gabe nipped his head, rubbing their crotches together.

“Hey… a naked chick with giant boobs just made out with me,” Jake pointed out, still blushing. “And it’s been so long for me that my body seems to have overlooked the fact said chick is also a pony with a giant dick.”

“Maybe ya like dick?” he offered, pulling Jake’s shirt off.

“I think I’d know if I liked dick by this point in my life,” he protested. “And I don’t give nearly enough fucks about what other people think to hide something like that.”

“If you say so.” Gabe chuckled. “Y’all set the camera up?” he asked the others.

“It’s all good to go!” Scott beamed, giving him a thumbs up. “Now we just have to wait for Emo Boy to get a necklace.”

“Shoot wait nothing.” Gabe laughed. “I’m the stud round here, got that?” He asked Jake, slapping his ass.

“Hey! Don’t do that!” He objected, squirming in Gabe’s grasp. “And what are you trying to get me to agree to here?!”

“What do ya think?” Gabe asked, easily removing Jake’s pants and boxers.

“I’m thinking that I need to get out of here,” Jake groaned, still squirming.

“If that were true, why are ya so hard?” Gabe asked, brushing his hand over Jake’s erection.

“Hnng,” Jake groaned, obviously enjoying the contact. “I-if you put that monster you’re packing anywhere near my mouth or ass, I’ll cut you,” he warned, panting. Gabe ignored him, getting his own pants off. He eased Jake to his knees, face inches away from his sheath. ‘Gabe… I’m serious here!” Jake growled, turning his head away from Gabe’s crotch and tried to stand back up.

“Ya’ll are starin,” Gabe pointed out and Jake indeed realize he was staring at it.

“I’ve grown up in the middle of the city, I’ve never seen a horse’s package before,” Jake countered. “It’s friggin’ weird looking man.”

“Shh...” Gabe soothed, putting a finger to his lips. “We can be honest here...” he guided him back to his knees.

“I am really starting to regret picking up my fucking phone,” Jake muttered, finding himself helpless under Gabe’s touch.

“Just be honest with yerself, Jake, ya haven’t taken your eyes off and ya just licked yer lips.”

“Alright… so maybe I’m a little interested here,” Jake admitted, blushing. “Can you just let it go now?” Gabe moved his head forward, his sheath brushing Jake’s mouth. “H-hey, I-I’m not ready for anything like that!” Jake protested.

“Oh? Is that why yer rock hard?” Gabe countered, reaching down and giving it a stroke.

“Ahh!” Jake moaned, his mouth hanging open for a few moments. Gabbe took the opportunity, pushing into his mouth. Jake gagged for a moment, struggling to take Gabe’s flared head into his mouth.

“If you really want me to stop, just tap the back of my knee three times okay?” Jake struggled to raise his hand for a moment, but he lowered it and relaxed his jaw a bit. “Good boy~” Gabe cooed, starting to move slowly. Jake gurgled slightly, but didn’t resist, instead bracing himself to better take more of Gabe’s movements. Gabe stroked his cheek, starting off slow for him. Jake looked up at Gabe with an unsure look, jerkily moving his head in an attempt to help his push forward. “Gettin; into it huh?” Gabe chuckled, picking up speed. Jake let out a weak moan, his tongue weakly moving against the length invading his mouth.

“That's it...” Gabe cooed, going at Jake’s pace. Jake moved his hands up, wrapping them around Gabe’s waist and squeezing his ass while he started to bob his head a little faster. “Enjoying the show?” he asked, looking at the others.

“Damn, he’s really getting into things despite all his protesting,” Scott commented, watching Jake while her wings were standing straight up. “Just… look at him go.”

“He’s pretty good too...” Gabe moaned, tugging on Jake’s hair. Jake let out a small gurgle, but didn’t slow his pace at all.

“Really starting to wish I hadn’t lost my dick now,” Andy pouted.

“Tough luck~” Gabe teased, closing his eyes.

“Prick,” Andy mumbled, turning away from him with a frown on her face. Scott nuzzled her, wrapping a wing around her.

Gabe ignored his comment, resting a hand on the back of Jake’s head, moving his hips a little faster with a hum of contentment. Jake took it all, running his tongue over if. “Oh yeah, yer turnin’ into a little whore already,” Gabe said, gripping Jake’s hair hard. “Ah can’t wait fer ya to change to a pony. With a big ole pair o’ tits for me to toy with while ya slobber all over mah knob.” Jake seemed to like that idea, reaching up to rub Gabe’s testicals. “And t’think, you were tryin’ t’say that ya didn’t like dick.” Gabe chuckled. “Ya ready fer me to go all out?” Jake looked up at him, nodding. Gabe smiled at him, gripping his hair with both hands and starting to pound into his mouth with wild abandon, the sound of his balls slapping against Jake’s chin resounding through the room. Jake moaned, gripping onto Gabe’s hps, taking it all. “Oh yeah, that’s so good,” Gabe moaned, gripping Jake’s hair even tighter. “If ya keep that up, you’ll get a mouthful of a special treat~” Jake obliged, scraping his teeth against it ever so slightly. Gabe didn’t last much longer, hilting himself in Jake’s mouth and throwing his head back with a cry of delight as his orgasm tore through him. Jake gagged, having a little trouble drinking it down. Once Gabe felt his orgasm finally end, he pulled out of the abused mouth with a satisfied sigh, looking at Jake with a smile.

“Do ya like the taste~?” Gabe teased, stroking his hair.

“Y-yeah..” Jake admitted with a blush.

“Well there’s plenty more where that came from,” Gabe told him with a wink. “Especially if ya’ll are gonna be one of us.” Gabe smirked, bending down. “Well, lookie here.” she held up a necklace, this one having a baby blue gem in the shape of a balloon. “You want me to put this on fer ya?” Gabe asked, holding the necklace out to him. “Ah’m dyin’ t’see what you’ll look like as a pony.”

“Y-yeah... make me one of you.” Jake nodded, exposing his neck. Gabe smiled, fastening the necklace around him.

“Now all ya have t’do is touch the gem, then you’ll get t’be one of us and get t’do more of what we just did,” Gabe told him, petting his head again. He gingerly reached up, touching it.

“Good boy, now look at the camera and say yer name,” Gabe ordered, pointing at the camera. “Yer gonna wanna be able t’have proof fer later.”

“My name is Jake Stuker, and ... I’m about to become a pony..”

“Good job,” Scott praised. “Now we just have to wait for a little bit, and boom! You’ll be just like us in no time. And you might get to be a herm like Gabe to keep your dick. So there’s that.” Jake nodded, taking a few moments to catch his breath.

“Are ya feelin’ nervous?” Gabe asked, stroking his head and smiling down at him.

“A-a little.” jake nodded.

“Then let’s move ya to the couch,” Gabe offered, picking him up easily and sitting down with him on the couch. “There we go, anything else Ah can do fer ya?” Gabe asked, nuzzling his cheek. “We want this t’be nice fer ya.”

“Some water would be nice...” Scott nodded, going over to the kitchen and pulling out a bottle of water.

“There we go, nice and cold for you,” Scott said with a smile.

“Thanks.” He took it, taking a long drink.

“Is there anything else ya want?” Gabe asked, holding him close to his chest.

“Maybe a sandwich?”

“Wow, a guy asking a girl to make him a sandwich,” Andy pointed out with a chuckle as she started to pull out the necessary ingredients, “how, original. Is there anything in particular you want on the sandwich?”

“Not really...” Jake thought for a moment. There was a loud poof and his hair exploded into a pink mass, being curly and tangled.

“Whoa,” Scott commented, blinking at the sudden change. “That’s… very different from how it happened to the rest of us.”

“Woah look at it...” Jake reached up, touching it.

“It’s certainly pink,” Gabe commented, reaching up and touching it. “Do ya like it?”

“Actually I do.” Jake smiled, a genuine smile.

“Well that’s good, darling,” Andy said, handing him his sandwich. “Let’s hope that you’re just as happy with the rest of your transformation.”

“Thanks.” he smiled, taking a bite out of it. He let out an appreciative hum, his ears moving to the top of his head, gaining pink fur.

“Whelp looks like both your mane and the rest of your fur is going to be pink,” Scott informed him, pointing at his new ears.

“Really?”Jake asked, twitching his new ears.

“Well, your fur looks like it’s going to be a light pink while your mane is a dark pink,” Andy offered, watching the changes with interest.

“So... what changes next?” Jake asked, looking between them.

“You’re probably going to feel itchy pretty soon,” Chrissy chimed in. “After that will probably be your chest, then your voice, then your feet and tail, and finally your crotch.”

“Ah.” Jake nodded, leaning back against Gabe.

“Still feelin’ alright,” Gabe asked, wrapping his arms around him. “Want me to help ya with the itchin’?”

“Yes please.” Jake nodded, looking up at him. Gabe rested his chin on Jake’s shoulder, softly scratching along his chest, watching as light pink fur sprouted up everywhere he scratched.

“There we go, do ya like yer fur?” Gabe asked, kissing his cheek. Jake reached up, running his fingers through it.

“It’s soft...”

“Eeyup.” Gabe smiled. “And Ah think pink is a good color on ya. Much better than all that black you were sportin’ before.”

“Aw thanks.” Jake smiled, letting out a series of coughs.

“Oooh, likes like the voice is about to change,” Scott chirped with a grin. “Jake, say something, quick!”

“Hello!” Jake greeted gleefully.

“Whoa, your voice is like a sugar rush was given a sound,” Scott commented, taken aback by the drastic change.

“I love it!” Jake beamed, his face pushing out into a muzzle.

“Glad you like it, darling,” Andy said with a smile of her own. “And your smile is certainly infectious,” she noted with a laugh.

“I just feel so.. Happy...” Jake admitted, watching the fur spread along his arms.

“Even though you live in this ‘toxic world’,” Andy teased with air quotes.

“Okay, I was going way overboard,” Jaske admitted, giggling a little.

“Aww, don’t worry ‘bout it none, that’s all in the past now,” Gabe told him, giving him a squeeze. “This is a pretty good change if ya ask me.”

“Ooh...” Jake shuddered, dropping in height, matching Scott at 5’3”.

“Heh, yer gonna be even easier to pick up now, shortstack~” Gabe teased, nipping his pink ear. Jake giggled, his body putting on a small amount of fat. “Looks like yer fillin’ out nicely too,” Gabe commented, grabbing his stomach. “Ah wonder if you’ll get plump tits t’match yer plump little belly.”

“I can’t wait to find out! I’m so... nervouscited!!”

“Nervouscited?” Chrissy repeated, tilting her head at the strange word.

“Yeah! It’s a mix of nervous and excited!”

“Aww, why are ya nervous, Jakey?” Gabe asked, nuzzling his cheek. “Ya got nothin’ t’worry about.” Jake giggled, returning her nuzzle. “Are ya still a little scared of losin’ yer manhood?” Gabe asked, holding him tighter.

“Maybe a little,” Jake admitted, holding onto him.

“Don’t you worry none ‘bout that,” Gabe assured him. “With or without a dick, you and all of us are gonna have a ton o’ fun together. And Ah’m not just talkin’ ‘bout in the bedroom.”

“Alright.” Jake smiled, giggling as his chest started to push out.

“Sweet, his chest’s starting to grow,” Scott commented with an eager expression. “Time to place your bets girls! How big do you think the sweater puppies are gonna end up being?!”

“Hm... C cup at most.” Andy nodded.

“You’re crazy Andy,” Scott dismissed with a wave of her hand. “I think she could easily get some tits as big as you or Gabe. “Chrissy, back me up on this one,” she said, turning to the other pegasus.

“Well... he is a little chubby...” Chrissy admitted.

“See, Chrissy gets it,” Scott chirped with a smile. “You’ll see, Jakey’s gonna be sporting massive melons in a bit and he’s gonna love ‘em.” Jake moaned, his chest growing out to a massive DDD cup. “And boom! Team Pegasus was right on the money!” Scott beamed, holding a hand up to Chrissy with an expectant look. The other pegasus gave her a timid high five, a soft smile on her face.

“They’re so big!” Jake giggled, swaying back and forth , making them jiggle.

“That’ll make it easier t’fit mah big horsemeat between ‘em,” Gabe told her, watching Jake’s chest jiggle while licking his lips. “Or fer me t’use ‘em as pillows. Or just about anything else Ah can cook up.”

“That all sounds like so much fun!” Jake giggled, snorting a little.

“Ah told ya we would all have a lot of fun,” Gabe reminded him, kissing his cheek. “And yer in the final stretch of yer transformation now, all that’s left is yer hooves and tail t’come in. And then, the moment of truth with yer crotch.”

“Oh that feels weird...” Jake commented, looking down as his feet morphed into hooves.

“If ya think that’s weird, ya should try yer poofy tail rubbin’ against yer dick,” Gabe commented, pulling the curled mass from off his lap and tickling Jake’s length with it. Jake giggled, kicking his legs, his snorting increasing. “Yer almost done now,” Gabe told him, still using his tail on him. “Are ya ready t’find out what yer parts are gonna be?”

“Uh huh!” Jake nodded eagerly.

“Alright, got any last words ya wanna say to, Little Jakey?” Gabe asked, looking him in his baby blue eyes. “This might be the last time ya see the little fella.”

“Well, thanks for all the fun little guy,” Jake spoke softly, “I’ll miss you.”

“That was nice,” Gabe told him, giving his length a squeeze. Jake moaned, arching his back. “Guess we should give yer friend a bit of a last hurrah too,” Gabe told him, kissing his cheek and stroking him softly. Jake moved against his hand, closing his eyes. Gabe tilted his head, planting a kiss on his lips while stroking him a bit faster. Jake kissed back, his tongue snaking its way into Gabe’s mouth. Gabe chuckled a bit at his actions, starting to play with his tongue and holding him tighter while he continued to stroke at him at a teasing pace.

“Oh that feels so good...”Jake muttered, wrestling with Gabe’s tongue.

“Yeah, fur on the hands makes for the best handjobs,” Scott commented reminiscing back to his own transformation.

“I rather like the new Jake,” Chrissy smiled, watching the two.

“Same here,” Andy agreed. “And he certainly likes the new him too if his raging erection and the way he’s sucking Gabe’s face is anything to go by.”

“We should totally let him change Eric,” Scott commented, licking her lips.

“He might ride the poor dear until his dick snaps off,” Andy commented, her mind drifting off as she pictured the scene.

“Still, it’d be awesome to watch,” Scott argued.

“I wasn’t saying otherwise,” Andy corrected with a smirk. “I was just saying how things would most likely unfold.”

“We could probably convince him to join us by using Gabe’s transformation,” Chrissy spoke up.

“True, entice him with the possibility of getting a giant horse dick,” Andy said with a nod. “I’d have jumped at an offer like that.”

“So... what do you think Jake will end up with?” Scott asked, looking ver at the pudgy pink pony.

“It’s hard to say,” Chrissy said, looking between Jake’s legs. “There haven’t been any signs of changes there yet. His dick hasn’t shrank or anything.”

“Doesn’t it usually wait until one last use?” Andy asked.

“Mine shrank in while I was still stroking myself off,” Scott pointed out with a pout.

“Poor dear,” Andy cooed, stroking her mane.

“Don’t worry about it,” Scott said with a sigh, “What you and I did during your transformation more than made up for it.” Andy hugged her close, rubbing at her stomach. “Heh, look at you, we don’t even know if I’m preggers yet and you’re rubbing me like some proud daddy.”

“What? I can’t hope that you are?” Andy pouted down at her.

“Didn’t say you couldn’t, just reminding you that it isn’t a guarantee,” Scott told her.

“Well I hope that you are.”

“I am too,” Scott admitted, putting her hand over Andy’s. “Though you’ll have to put up with my bitchiness during the pregnancy.”

‘Is it wrong that I hope the baby is between our old selves?” Andy asked, resting her chin on her lover’s head.

“Are you talking personality wise or like… a mix of our pony features and human ones?”

“No I mean, I hope the baby is human, this one at least. Just so something of the old us survives.”

“Considering your dick and balls were still human there’s a chance that could happen,” Scott offered, squeezing her hand. “And… that’s actually a pretty cool thought. Maybe a boy?”

“I’d like that.” Andy smiled, kissing her head.

“Umm… girls, Jake looks like he’s about to cum,” Chrissy interrupted. They all turned, watching in fascination.

“That's it Jakey, let it all out~” Gabe cooed in his ear before nipping on it, his hand moving in a blur. Jake let out a cry, cumming hard, covering Gabe’s hand with his seed “Good boy,” Gabe told him, pulling his hand away from his leaking member and holding it in front of his mouth. “Now clean mah hand up, don't leave a drop on it.” Jake didn’t have to be told twice, cleaning his hand clean. “Yer such an obedient little slut,” Gabe praised, nuzzling him. “Take a look between yer legs, whadda ya see?” Jake slowly gazed downward, unsure of what he’d see. “Well? Yer stud is waitin’ t’hear what yer seein’,” Gabe told him.

“I’m all mare,” Jake giggled, licking his lips.

“That's a good girl,” Gabe praised with an affectionate squeeze. “Fer a second there, Ah was thinkin’ Ah’d have t’punish ya fer not listenin’ properly.”

“That wouldn't have been so bad,” Jake giggled, yawning a little.

“That sounds like the signal for all of us to get some sleep,” Andy offered, watching Jake with a smile.

“Yeah, it is getting late..” Scott yawned, stretching out.

“Jake can take the couch, Gabe and I will be going to my room, “ Chrissy said, folding out the couch.

“And Scott can cuddle up next to me,” Andy chirped, leading the blue pegasus into her room and closing the door behind them.

“Good night guys,” Jake called, climbing into the newly opened bed.

The Herd Makes a Plan.

The next morning, Jake woke up with a bright smile on her face. She sprang up from the pull out bed with a sudden urge to cook breakfast for everyone. She zipped over to the small kitchen and looked through the fridge and cabinets and briefly wondered what to make. Then, her eyes locked onto a bottle, and the answer became instantly clear.

“Of course!” She cheered. “Pancakes!” She quickly grabbed what she needed and started humming happily as she cooked. She smiled, whipping up more than enough for the five of them. “Oh girls~!” She called out. “I’ve got breakfast for you all!” she said as she placed her finished pancakes onto the kitchen table, eagerly waiting for them to come out and try them.

“I didn’t know you cooked...” Scott yawned, staggering out of Andy’s room.

“I’ve dabbled.” Jake shrugged. “I just really wanted to cook for you girls.”

“It smells amazing,” Andy complimented, moving to the kitchen table.

“Thanks!” Jake replied with a bright smile. “I worked really hard on it for all of you. Think of it as my way of saying thanks for turning me into this!” she cheered with a twirl.

“I rather like the new you, Jake,” Andy said, smiling at her.

“Me too,” Jake agreed looking down at herself. “I never knew I liked pink as much as I do.”

“This is good!” Scott commented, having already started to stuff her face.

“Hey!” Jake protested with a pout. “Wait for Chrissy and Gabe before you start eating.”

“But I’m hungry!” Scott whined, pouting at her.

“So am I, but you have to have manners and wait,” Jake told her, putting her hands on her wide hips and frowning down at Scott.

“Fine...” Scott huffed, putting her silverware down.

“That’s a good girl,” Jake said, walking over to her and pulling her into a hug. Scott grumbled, hugging her back.

“What was that Ah heard about pancakes?” Gabe asked, walking out of Chrissy’s bedroom with a loud yawn. Chrissy was riding piggyback, letting out a cute little yawn.

“I made breakfast!” Jake waved at them.

“Don’t have t’tell me twice,” Gabe said, perking up and moving over to the kitchen. “Ah’m so hungry Ah could eat a horse.”

“Uh...” Scott blinked, staring at him.

“It was a joke,” Gabe clarified with a roll of the eyes. “Actually eatin’ a horse would be weird all things considered. Ah’ll just stick to eatin’ ‘em out,” Gabe told her with a wink.

“You better,” Scott informed him, going back to stuffing her face. Gabe sat next to her, getting his own pancakes. This caused Jake to smile, sitting down and virtually attacking a stack of her own. The rest of them started to eat, all praising Jake’s cooking.

“That was super yummy,” Jake said with a sigh of contentment, patting her stomach. “Maybe I should keep cooking for us?” she suggested.

“I’d like that,” Andy agreed, nuzzling her head.

“So… what should we do today?” Jake asked, looking down at herself. “I can’t really go anywhere seeing as the girls don’t exactly fit in the clothes I brought over,” she added, patting her hips and bust.

“I’ll go shopping for us,” Andy responded, “You’ll just have to wait here.”

“Okay!” Jake said with a bright smile. “Don’t you worry about a thing, I can wait patiently until you get back,” she assured Andy.

“You girls be safe alright?” Andy asked, pulling her clothes on.

“Don’t you worry none,” Gabe assured her. “Ah’ll be sure to keep the girls in line.”

“I’m sure you will.” Andy pulled her hood up, sneaking out of the apartment.

“Well, we’ve got some time to kill,” Scott commented, taking one last bite of her food. “What do you girls wanna do? Sneak into Andy’s room and reorganize her vinyl collection so it’s not in alphabetical order anymore?”

“We could play some games,” Jake offered.

“That sounds like it could be nice,” Chrissy agreed, a smile on her face. “What kind of game were you thinking?”

“Mario party?”

“Sounds like a good time t’me!” Gabe said with a giant grin. “Ah call dibs on Yoshi!”

“I got Luigi!” Scott smirked.

“I’ll be Princess Peach!” Jake cheered, throwing a fist in the air as she hopped over to the couch and folded it back. Scott chuckled, getting the gamecube set up, passing the controllers out.

“Should this be just yer standard game of Mario Party, or should the winner get somethin’?” Gabe asked, taking a seat between Chrissy and Scott.

“I say we just have some fun,” Chrissy said, shaking her head.

“Yeah, we can compete later,” Jake agreed. “Right now, Peach is about to win this thing!” She grinned.

“No way! Luigi’s gonna take it!” Scott countered, starting the game up.

“Girls, girls,” Gabe said, sounding like he was going to defuse the situation. “Yer both wrong. Yoshi’s got this one in the bag. All yer stars are belong t’him.”

“Oh yeah? We’ll just see about that!” Scott grinned, getting them to the character select screen. They all selected their characters, Chrissy having picked Donkey Kong while the others chose the ones they had said. Chrissy ended up getting a lucky 10 and got to go first, with Scott being second to go, Gabe being third and Jake last. The game continued with all the hectic minigames, question mark spaces causing random events on the board and even with Scott landing on a dreaded Bowser space. “Oh come on!” Scott groaned, glaring at the screen.

“Ya got a bad roll,” Gabe chimed in with a chuckle. “Now all ya gotta do is hope ya get somethin’ like the Bowser minigame. Or the 100 star present.”

“I know that!” Scott huffed, being something of a sore loser. The pointer moved, the four of them watching it intently. Eventually, the pointer did land on the Bowser minigame option. “Yes! Thank god I didn’t get the Bowser Chance Time!” Scott cheered, sinking back into the couch in relief.

“Lucky birdy,” Jake giggled.

“Hey, you got lucky too,” Scott pointed out. “We all could’ve been giving coins right to Bowser’s stupid face.”

“True.” She nodded. “But, you know, luck runs out~”

“Then good thing I got skill to fall back on,” Scott shot back with a smirk as the unfair minigame started. The four of them fought it out, with Jake coming out on top. “Oh come on!” Scott huffed, her wings flaring in irritation. “That was some major bull!”

“I won!” Jake giggled, fist pumping.

“Don’t get too excited,” Scott told her, managing to calm down a bit. “That was just one minigame, there’s still the rest of the game. And you’re down a star.”

“And you’re down three.” She grinned back.

“Yeah, but I’ve been earning the most coins so I’ve got a shot at the bonus star,” Scott pointed out, trying not to be bothered by her comment.

“Girls, we’re just trying to have fun,” Chrissy reminded,frowning.

“Aww, let ‘em have their back and forth,” Gabe told her, putting an arm around her shoulder. “We’ll all be friends by the end of this. Though we’ll probably have to try a different game,” he admitted. Chrissy nodded, climbing into Gabe’s lap. Gabe smiled, wrapping his arms around her waist and holding his controller in a way that didn’t get her way. “Besides, the more they bicker, the longer it takes for ‘em t’remember that we’re tied fer first,” he told her, kissing her cheek.

“Well... that is a good point,” Chrissy giggled, kissing him back. The game finally concluded with Chrissy claiming the victory, even with Scott’s bonus stars at the end. “I won.” Chrissy smiled, letting out an adorable little, soft, cheer.

“Uggh, I can’t even be a sore loser if she keeps acting like that,” Scott huffed, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Chrissy’s gonna give me diabeetus!” Jake proclaimed, mockingly clutching her chest.

“Quick! Get the N64 so we can play Goldeneye and counteract the sheer adorableness!” Scott shouted, clutching her own chest.

“Maybe we can just watch some t.v?” Chrissy suggested.

“Yeah, that sounds like it could work,” Scott said with a nod, stopping her act. “And since you’re the reigning Mario Party champ, you can pick what we watch,” she said, tossing Chrissy the remote off the table.

“Oh thank you,” Chrissy said, catching it. She put on some sitcom, getting comfy with Gabe.

“Oooh, I love this show!” Jake cheered, leaning forward and watching the tv intently, her tail swishing behind her.

“Eh, it's passable,” Scott disagreed, putting her hooves up on the table.

“Sourpuss,” Jake shot at her, sticking her tongue out.

“Coming from the ex-emo boy, that’s adorable,” Scott told her with a chuckle. Jake just pouted, turning away from her.

“They’re still going at it,” Chrissy pointed out with a sigh, trying to ignore them and enjoy the show.

“They’ll simmer down at some point,” Gabe assured her. “We just gotta wait fer a little while.”

“Alight.” Chrissy got comfy, pulling a blanket over Gabe and herself. “Now we’re perfect.” she smiled, ruffling her feathers a little.

“Heh, Ah couldn’t agree more,” Gabe told her, patting her head. “So, what kinda clothes do ya think Andy’ll get us?”

“I dunno, we didn’t exactly give her any limits...”

“Well, Ah hope she doesn’t expect me to wear any skirts.” Gabe commented. “Ah don’t exactly think Ah could pull ‘em off with the bulge Ah’m packin’.”

“It’d be funny to see people’s reactions though,” Chrissy giggled, a smile growing across her face.

“It’s not gonna happen,” Gabe said, chuckling. “Ah’m not gonna risk everyone gettin’ a gander of mah package because of a skirt that rides up. “Well, not unless they wanna give it a taste somewhere private.”

“She better not try to get me in a dress,” Scott chimed in, leaning back in her seat.

“Aww, why not?” Jake pouted, looking her up and down. “I think you’d look great in one!”

“Ya just no,” Scott said, shaking her head.

“Oh please, if she really wanted to put ya in a dress all she’d have t’do is toy with your wings fer a little bit,” Gabe chimed in with a roll of his eyes.

“I’m not that easy!”Scott snapped at him.

“Yer right, Ah’m sorry,” Gabe admitted. “She’ll probably have t’tongue yer insides real good too,” he added with a smirk. Scott growled, chucking a controller at him. “Hey!” Gabe growled, catching the controller. “Ya coulda hit Chrissy with that thing!”

“It’s fine,” Chrissy assured him.

“Yer bein’ way too soft on her. But whatever ya say,” Gabe grumbled, going back to watching the tv. “So, is there anythin’ ya wanna wear, Jakey?”

“I dunno something... happy!”

“What, like a shirt with a big smiley face on it or something?” Scott joked with a small chuckle.

“That sounds nice!” Jake nodded her head.

“All Ah know is if Andy comes back with a cowboy hat and tries t’put it on me, she and Ah are gonna be having words,” Gabe grumbled.

“I think you’d look great in one,” Chrissy countered.

“There is nothin’ you could do or say that’d convince me to put one on,” Gabe stated, a firm look in his eye.

“I could think of a few things...” Chrissy smirked, winking at him.

“Now that Ah’d like t’see,” Gabe told her with a smile. “But you’ll have t’do somethin’ pretty special, Ah’m more stubborn than a mule.”

“I’ll have you whipped in no time,” she countered, nuzzling his chest.

“Funny, Ah thought you’d be the one who’d be gettin’ whipped in this relationship,” Gabe said, licking his lips.

“We’ll just have to wait and see.” She giggled, snuggling with him. A few minutes later, there was a knock on the apartment door, followed by a familiar voice.

“Oh girls, I’ve brought some new outfits for you~!” Andy called out, opening the door with bags hanging off her arms.

“Damn,” Scott whistled, sitting up, “What did you do, buy the entire store?”

“No, I went to several stores,” Andy answered, putting the bags on the counter. “I had to be sure to find things that matched not just your coat and mane colors, but also your personalities.”

“I can’t wait to see!” Jake smiled, zipping over in ten seconds flat.

“Then I’ll start with you, darling,” Andy said, handing her a couple of the bags. “I hope you like them.”

“Yay!” she smiled, starting to dig through the bags.

“I tried to get bright colors that would stand out against all the pink of your mane and fur, but not clash with them. Plus, I tried to get things that seemed happy,” Andy explained.

“Thanks!” Jake beamed, having somehow changed into a baby blue top and yellow skirt.

“Uhh… Jakey, how’d you do that?” Scott asked, rubbing her eyes in an attempt to confirm what she was seeing.

Jake blinked, looking down at herself, “I uh... I have no idea actually...”

“Anyway,” Scott said, shaking her head. “What’d ya get me, babe?” She asked, looking up at Andy.

“Take a look and tell me what you think!”

“Alright, but if I see a dress in there I’m taking it out on that marshmallow ass of yours,” Scott warned, taking her bags. She dug through them a hard to read expression on her face.

“Well?” Andy asked, shifting on her hooves.

“Awesome! You got me a new jogging outfit!” Scott cheered, pulling on the black top and tight shorts. “Aww yeah, I’m liking the feel of these bad boys,” She said with a grin, looking herself over.

“I tried to get you an Aca Joe windbreaker but I don’t think it’s an actual thing.” Andy smiled, happy her choices were paying off.

“You’d better have bought your own jogging outfit,” Scott said, still admiring herself. “Because I am totally making you go with me at least once.”

“I figured.” Andy sighed, reaching up to primp her hair.

“And what did you get for me?” Chrissy asked, still snuggling with Gabe on the couch.

“I think you’ll like what I have!” she smiled, passing the bags to her.

“Ooh, this is nice,” Chrissy said, pulling out a light green sweater. “And it looks very comfortable.”

“Oh I was so worried you wouldn’t like it! That's a weight off my shoulders!” Andy beamed.

“Guess that means it’s mah turn t’see mah new clothes,” Gabe said, rubbing the side of his head. Andy smiled, passing him his bags.

“I do hope you like them dear.”

“If Ah find a cowboy hat in here yer gonna get it,” Gabe warned, starting to look through his bags.

“Well...” Andy chuckled nervously, looking away.

“Oh, you are a bitch,” Gabe growled, pulling out a brown stetson. Andy chuckled, eyeing her nervously. “Well, at least the jean shorts look pretty good,” Gabe grumbled pulling out a pair of shorts.

“At least you liked some of it...” Andy muttered looking down.

“Don’t worry, Andy,” Chrissy chimed in. “I’ll convince Gabe to try the hat on,” she assured the unicorn, taking hold of the hat. “It might just take some of my special persuasion techniques.”

“Ah can’t wait,” Gabe purred, nuzzling her. They all turned as Jake started to giggle rather loudly.

“Uhh… what’s so funny, Jakey?” Scott asked, looking over at her with a mixture of confusion and worry.

“One of us totally should have done Sweet Transvestite when we were changing!”

“Yeah, except none of us had a pearl necklace and massive amounts of eyeliner handy,” Scott pointed out.

“It doesn’t matter!” Jake waved her off, getting to her hooves, swaying around rather seductively.

“Dear lord, the jigglin’ is hypnotic,” Gabe muttered, watching her body with interest.

“Well, I don’t think any of us have the chops to pull off the song,” Scott said. “You can’t top Tim Curry.”

“Wanna try me?” Jake asked, raising her eyebrow.

“Only if Andy included some sexy lingerie in your bag for you to dance around in while we watch,” Scott said with a grin, getting comfy on the couch and watching Jake.

“Totally did!” Jake smirked, having somehow changed again.

“Seriously!” Scott blinked. “Can you just move at the speed of light in small bursts or something?!”

“Look, I have no idea how I’m doing this, just... try not to think about it too hard okay?” Jake asked, putting her hands on her hips.

“That just makes me want to think about it more,” Andy admitted, taking a seat next to Scott. “But I guess I can contain myself long enough to enjoy your little show.” Jake smiled, starting the routine, her voice like butter. In fact, the music actually started to play, though they couldn’t figure out the source.

“Damn… you have definitely given the OG Frank N Furter a run for his money,” Scott admitted, her wings standing straight up.

“The hell is that music coming from?” Gabe asked, looking around.

“Dude, Jakey can move faster than anyone can see now,” Scott reminded him. “I’m just going to stop questioning anything wacky she does now and just enjoy the sexy dancing with a great backing track.”

“True.” Gabe nodded, licking his lips.

“...So we’re just going to ignore Jake’s inexplicable abilities?” Andy asked, blinking.

“Yeah, in fact, we should see if Jakey can make other songs start playing out of nowhere,” Scott offered with a chuckle.

“That could be fun.” Chrissy giggled, watching Jake intently.

“But what should we have her sing next?” Scott asked, scratching her chin. “Should it be something from another wacky musical, or something else?”

“Oh! Like a virgin!” Chrissy suggested.

“That’s perfect!” Andy agreed, getting into the idea.

“I like it!” Jake smiled, ending her current song.

“Then do it!” Scott cheered. “Sing and dance for our pleasure!” Jake giggled, doing so, the music starting up again. “Ahhh, that's it,” Scott said, kicking her hooves up on the table as she watched Jake. “I swear, her tits and ass are so fine they belong in an art museum.”

“Get your hooves off the table,” Andy instructed, frowning at her.

“Ugh, fine Mom,” Scott groaned, doing as she was told as she continued to watch Jake happily bounce around to the upbeat song.

“Anyway, you have to call the realtor Scott,” Andy reminded, tugging on her ear.

“Ow!” Scott yelped, rubbing her ear and glaring at Andy for a moment. “Yeah, guess I gotta put my place on the market. Not like I’ll miss it. I mostly just wallowed in self-pity and drank myself to the brink of passing out there.” Andy passed her the phone. Scott took it and tapped on it, reluctantly leaving the room to get the music out of the background of the call. Jake had finished her song by the time she returned. “Alright girls, my house is officially for sale.”

“Now we just need to find a place...” Andy muttered, looking down in thought.

“So… should we stick to living in Cali, or should we try a different state?” Scott asked, sitting back down. “The realtor said as long as the house is in good condition I could get a good price for it.”

“Could move somewhere where no one would bother us... like Wyoming...” Gabe suggested.

“Why not?” Scott said with a shrug. “A little house there that’s outside a city where we can all just chill in the fresh air sounds pretty cool.”

“I’d like that,” Chrissy agreed. “Fresh air sounds much better than smog.”

“Little? What about that old mansion in the woods?” Jake asked, peering over.

“A mansion might not be a bad idea either if we could afford it,” Andy said. “Everyone could get their own room. Well, not that we’d need them,” she added, looking between the group with a smile.

“Heh, I don’t think we’d all fit in one bed babe,” Scott chuckled.

“True, but we definitely won’t need more than two,” Andy replied with a giggle.

“Alright, let’s go get the house taken care of,” Gabe said, keeping Chrissy on his lap.

“Does that mean we’re going on a road trip to Wyoming?” Scott asked. “Because momma didn’t raise no fools. I don’t buy a house without looking around inside.”

“Wait, who said anything about Wyoming?” Jake asked, looking between them, “I’m confused...”

“Yeah Scott, Ah was talkin’ about cleanin’ up yer house,” Gabe clarified. “From what Ah’ve heard Ah’m sure there’s plenty of bottles to get off the floor.”

“Yeah well...maybe I don’t want to be reminded of that okay?” Scott asked, looking away.

“We’ll be there with you,” Andy told her, kissing her cheek. “And this will be the last time you ever have to go there. Please Scott, the better we make your place look, the more options we have for our new home.”

“Alright...” she sighed, nodding, “Let’s go do it...”

“If it makes you feel better, just try to think about what we did during my transformation,” Andy suggested, getting up. Scott smirked, pulling her into a kiss. Andy returned the kiss, wrapping her arms around her and giving her a comforting squeeze. “If you keep that up, we’ll be stuck here all day,” Andy teased, pulling away from the kiss.

“Alright, disguises everyone,” Scott instructed, clapping her hands. They all nodded, getting their disguises on. Jake got hers on first, looking down at herself excitedly.

“This is gonna be great!” she beamed, bouncing in place. “My first time going out after my transformation!” Gabe pat her head, chuckling softly. “After we clean up Scotty’s house can we go do something together?” she asked, looking around the group.

“Like what?” Chrissy asked.

“Hmm, maybe go see a movie and then get some ice cream?” Jake suggested, tapping her chin in thought.

“We can go see Age of Apocalypse,” Scott suggested.

“Jennifer Lawrence in her Mystique costume? Yeah, Ah can be persuaded t’go see that,” Gabe said, a grin on his face.

“Well then, let’s get my house clean,” Scott said, moving to the door.

“Don’t need to tell me twice!” Jake beamed, zipping over to the door. “I’ll have your house clean before you can say cupcakes!”

“Just relax,” Scott chuckled, walking outside. The others followed after her, piling into Andy’s car. Andy was obviously driving with Scott riding shotgun. Gabe and Jake were sitting to the left and right respectively with Chrissy sitting between them. It took around twenty minutes before they pulled into the driveway.

“Let’s get this done...” Scott sighed, getting out of the car.

“Just remember that this is for our new home,” Andy reminded her, walking up to the front door. “It’ll be over quickly.” She nodded, unlocking the door. They all walked inside, surveying the damage done to the place.

“Well, aside from all the bottles and the dirty dishes, this place is in good condition,” Chrissy commented, her eyes settling on the kitchen sink.

“I got the bottles,” Scott called, getting a trash bag.

“I’ll dust and vacuum after Scott’s done with the bottles,” Andy said, going to find the cleaning supplies.

“Ah’ll pack everythin’ up.” Gabe nodded, heading into the basement.

“I’ll take care of the dishes,” Chrissy offered, going over to the kitchen and pulling on rubber gloves.

“And I’ll be the pep squad!” Jake smiled, having put on a cheerleader outfit, pompoms included.

“...You know what, I’m not gonna complain about you not doing any of the actual cleanup,” Scott commented, picking up an old bottle and looking at it with disgust. “Just keep bouncing and waving your pompoms girl.”

“You got it!” Jake smiled, making sure to wriggle her chest every so often.

“I am officially no longer uncomfortable being back in this place,” Scott said to herself, happily picking up the bottles as she watched Jake.

“That's the entire point,” Jake giggled, looking at her.

“Then keep it up,” Scott said with a chuckle. “I’d hate to start feeling uncomfortable again.” She slowed down picking up bottles and sagging a bit. Jake put it into overdrive, smiling at her. Scott picked up the pace again, never taking her eyes off of Jake’s bouncing assets. With all the encouragement, it wasn’t long before the house was bottle free. “Damn, that was surprisingly easy,” Scott commented, tying up the last trash bag.

“See? I can make anything fun!” Jake smirked, striking a pose.

“I dunno, I’m sure I could find something that even your sexy body can’t make fun,” Scott said with a smirk of her own.

“Doubt it~”

“Wanna see if we can find one?” Scott asked. “I’m sure you can pull more awesome outfits out of thin air.”

“Iffin’ yer done, ya can come help me pack!” Gabe called down.

“Jakey, I think Gabe needs to see your cheer routine,” Scott told her with a smirk, walking down to the basement.

“You got it!” Jake smiled, following her down.

From Meathead to Purple Smart

”Ah, this has been a pretty good first day as a woman for me,” Jake said, licking away at her ice cream on Andy’s couch. “Well, even if I wasn’t allowed to talk to any guys. I got to help Scotty feel better, saw a movie with my new bestest best friends, and this ice cream is amazing~!”

“Who said ya’ll weren’t allowed to talk to guys?” Gabe asked, putting his arm around her.

“Andy and Scott did,” Jake answered. “They said they didn’t want to risk me accidentally turning someone into a horse girl against their will.”

“That's a good point...” he nodded, “Anyway, we still gotta get Eric over here.”

“How are we gonna do that?” Jake asked, tilting her head. “Take a picture of me and tell him to come and get it? Or are we going to ease him into the whole anthro horse girls thing when he does get over here?”

“Anyone got a plan?” Gabe asked, looking at the others.

“Well, what if we got him to come over by offering him something he likes and then tell him about our offer to make him one of us?” Scott suggested. “It shouldn’t be too hard to figure out what he likes, he’s a pretty simple guy after all.”

“I know he likes boobs!” Jake grinned, thrusting her chest out.

“I was thinking of something other than our sex appeal, Jakey,” Scott told her. “But we can always keep that in mind.”

“I say we just call him over,” Gabe said.

“Alright, you wanna do the honors, babe?” Scott asked, nuzzling Andy. “You can be pretty persuasive after all. Like how you got Gabe over here in record time.”

“I can try,” Andy chuckled, pulling out her phone. She scrolled through her contacts until she found Eric, tapping it and holding the phone to her ear. “Hey, Eric, what’s going on?” she asked when she heard the line connect.

“Who’s this?” Eric asked, sounding annoyed.

“It’s Adrian,” she replied. “It’s been awhile since we’ve talked.”

“Why do you sound like a chick?”

“I’ve got a bit of a head cold,” Andy answered. “It’s doing a number on my throat right now.”

“Yeah so, whaddya want?”

“Oh, I was wondering if you wanted to come over and hang out,” she explained. “We were about to order some chinese food and maybe watch some tv or play old video games. You interested?”

“Alright, I got time to kill. I’ll be over in five.”

“Cool, see you then,” Andy said, ending the call. “Alright, that was easier than I thought it’d be,” she stated, looking at the group.

“You got a way with words babe.” Scott grinned at her.

“I suppose I do,” Andy said with a giggle. “Looks like we’ll have to keep our disguises on for a while longer.”

“That's not so bad,” Scott said, moving into her lap.

“I dunno, this position is much better when you’re not wearing clothes,” Andy said with a smirk.

“As much as I’d like to, we can’t spend all our time screwing,” Scott protested, poking her nose.

“That sounds like quitter talk to me,” Andy teased with a laugh. “But you’re not entirely wrong.”

“I wonder what Eric will turn into?” Chrissy asked, walking out in a rather cute apron carrying a tray of sandwiches.

“I’m gonna say unicorn,” Scott answered, grabbing a sandwich. “We’ve got two pegasi and two normal ponies, but only one unicorn. We’re due for another one.”

“Could be some other type of pony we don’t know yet,” Jake countered.

“What kind of pony are you thinking?” Andy asked.

“I dunno.” Jake shrugged. “Call it a hunch.”

“Hopefully we'll find out pretty soon,” Chrissy offered, nibbling at her own sandwich. “I’m more curious what Eric’s new figure will be like.”

“Ah hope he’s tiny,” Gabe cut in, pulling Chrissy into his lap.

“You want someone else to tower over and dominate?” Andy asked with a knowing smirk.

“And what if Ah do?” he asked, putting his arms around his tiny pegasus.

“There’s nothing wrong with that, just pointing out how easy it is to discern your intentions,” Andy replied putting her arms around her own pegasus. They were pulled out of their conversation as a knock sounded on their door. “Looks like, Eric’s here,” Andy said, standing up. “Put your hoods up everyone.” She pulled her own hood up, walking over to the door and opening it. “Hey Eric, glad to see you could make it.”

“Who else is here?” Eric asked, pushing past her.

“There’s my friends Scott and Gabe, my roommate and Jake,” Andy replied. “There’s a menu for the chinese place on the fridge if you wanna tell us what you want.”

“I’ll take some of that,” Eric nodded, flopping down on the couch.

“Hey Eric, nice to meet you man,” Scott said, nodding at him.

“Sup?” Eric asked, looking over at him.

“Not much man, just went out with everyone and caught that new X Men movie. What about you?”

“I just came from the gym,” Eric responded, flexing his arms a bit.

“I believe it man, you're pretty ripped,” Scott complimented. “I focus more on cardio. If you’re interested we could work out together some time.”

“Maybe.” Eric nodded, looking over at her.

“I called the chinese place,” Andy told them, putting away her phone. “Should be about half an hour before it gets here.”

“So...” Gabe started, looking over at Jake.

“Think I should tell him?” Jake asked, tugging at her hood.

“I’ll do it,” Chrissy said, pulling her hood off.

“Holy shit!” Eric cried, falling off the couch. “What the hell happened with your face?!”

“I changed,” Chrissy giggled, pulling her hoodie off.

“Ya think?” Eric asked, his eyes locked onto her face. “You’re a friggin’ furry!”

“No, I’m a pegasus.” She smiled, spreading her wings.

“Really? ‘Cause you look like a horse with wings to me,” he said, scratching his head.

“That is what a pegasus is,” she giggled, “Anyway~” she cleared her throat. “We were wondering if you’d like to join us.”

“Oh shit, you guys are in a cult,” Eric said. “Look, I’m not interested in any of that shit.”

“We’re not in a cult.” Gabe rolled her eyes. “We just want ta know if ya want to get the fur as well. Ah mean, Scott over there didn’t have legs and ah used to be 5’.”

“I’ve got both my legs and I’m 6 feet tall,” Eric replied with a frown, grabbing and shaking one of his legs for emphasis.

“Yes but it could make you better in some other way,” Andy argued.

“Better how?” Eric asked, pulling himself back onto the couch. “ ‘Cause I’m pretty awesome the way I am,” he added, flexing more.

“Could make you smarter,” Scott suggested.

“Why would I wanna be smarter? I'm no nerd.”

“Come on, just think, you might get hung like a horse~” Andy winked at him.

“Huh… that’s a good point,” Eric said with a nod. “Alright, why the hell notl?” he shrugged. “Let me give the fur thing a shot.”

“Yay!” Jake smiled, pulling him into a hug. “You’re gonna love it~”

“Damn girl, you're voice is like pure sugar rush on my ears,” Eric commented, returning the hug on reflex.

“I’ve been told,” she giggled, nuzzling his cheek.

“Am I gonna wind up covered in pink like you two?” he asked looking between Chrissy and Jake. “I’m not really a fan of pink stuff for me.”

"Who knows. You might be green.” Jake shrugged, pushing her chest into his.

“You trying to tell me something?” Eric asked, smirking down at her.

“What do you think?” she practically purred, nuzzling his neck.

“I’m thinking that you’ve got great tits,” he answered, reaching up and running a hand through her mane.

“Why thank you.” she smiled, leaning into his hand.

“Wanna take this somewhere private so I can show you just how great I think they are?” he asked, wiggling his eyebrows at her.

“I’d love to~” she smiled, wrapping her arms around him.

“Anyone here mind me borrowing one of those bedrooms?” Eric asked, standing up and easily cradling Jake bridal style.

“You can take mine,” Chrissy giggled, pointing it out.

“Thanks.” Eric nodded at her, carrying Jake into the room and closing the door behind him with his foot. He put her down on the bed, looking at the pink mare with a hungry expression. “There we go, no one to get in our way.”

“Good.” she smiled, pulling her clothes off, letting her breasts hang free.

“Damn you're hot,” he said, reaching out and squeezing both her breasts. “Ya know, for a horse chick.”

“And you're hot for human.” she moaned, pulling him down into a kiss. He returned the kiss readily, kneading her breasts and pressing himself against her. She moaned into the kiss, working his pants off. He wiggled his hips for her, trying to help her get the restrictive garment off as quick as possible. Once they were completely off she slid her hand up to his bulge and cupped it gently.

“Heh, eager huh?” he asked, breaking the kiss, looking into her eyes.

“Like you’re not,” she shot back. “One look at my tits and you’re already rock hard.”

“You gonna do something about it?” he asked, nipping one of her ears.

“I was thinking about sucking and riding you until there's nothing left in your balls,” she answered, giving his bulge a gentle squeeze.

“Oh really?” he asked, pinning her down. “When I’m done with you, you won't be able to make a full sentence.”

“That’d be a pretty impressive feat,” she replied, letting him do what he wanted. “I’ve got a lot of energy and I’m like… super talkative.”

“I can tell.” He blinked, reaching behind her head. “The hell did this come from?” he pulled a tiara into view, its gem a purple star.

“I don’t know where it came from,” Jake replied, taking the crown from him and putting it on a nearby nightstand. “But that’s the thing that’ll make you a pony person.”

“Then shouldn’t I put it on?”

“You can if you want,” she told him, shrugging slightly. He grabbed it, fitting it onto his head.

“How do I look?”

“Oh, very sexy,” she complimented with a giggle, “But isn't there something more important than your appearance right now?” she asked, fluttering her eyes at him and wiggling her chest for him. He grinned, leaning down, biting at her breasts. “Mmm, that’s much better. You're really good at this.”

“I try.” He smirked, kicking his boxers off, rubbing against her leg.

“Ooh, your friend there looks super tasty,” she commented, licking her lips and staring at his erection.

“Wanna give it a taste?” he asked, looking at her.

“I could be persuaded to do that,” she said with a flirty smile.

“Well then.” he gently grabbed her shoulders, pushing her downward.

“Mmm, I can really tell you were just at the gym,” she said, inhaling deeply.

“You just going to smell it?” he asked, looking down at her. She didn't say anything, instead she opened her mouth and took the entirety of his length in one go. “Oh jeez...” he moaned, barely aware of the tingling sensation in his scalp. She slowly pulled her mouth off of his member, locking eyes with him. She took it out of her mouth with a *pop* and peppered his tip with kisses and licks for a few moments. “Oh god youre good...”

“I try,” she told him with a wink. “And your friend here really is super yummy.” She took his tip in her mouth, swirling her tongue around it while one of her hands started to stroke his shaft. He groaned, starting to thrust into her mouth. She moaned around his length, starting to bob her head and locked eyes with him again.

“That's it...” he grunted, scratching at his chest as lavender fur sprouted across his body. She giggled at the sight, her own transformation replaying through her mind. She wrapped her tongue around him and gave him a powerful suck. “W-what are you laughing at?” he asked, looking down at her.

“I was just remembering my transformation into a pony while looking at you sprouting fur,” she answered, still stroking him

“What?” he blinked, looking down at himself.

“I hope you like purple,” she said, gauging his reaction.

“Better than pink...” he muttered, shrugging. “What else should I expect?”

“You’re gonna cough when your voice changes. You're gonna get hooves. You may or may not grow wings, tits or a horn and that's all the important stuff really.”

“Tits?” he asked, frowning at her.

“Yeah, like the rest of us did,” she nodded. “Though you could be the only one of us to stay a complete guy.”

“That's go-” he coughed, touching his throat.

“Are you okay?” she asked, crawling up his body until they were face to face. “Say something.”

“H-hello?” he asked, gasping, his voice most definitely female.

“Well, there's still a chance you'll get to keep your dick,” she offered, nuzzling his cheek again “Like Gabe did.”

“She still has it?” he asked, pulling her against him.

“Mhmm,” she replied, hugging him tightly. “And it’s huge. I’m sure you’d like having one like it.”

“I hope I get it.” he kissed her again, closing his eyes. She returned the kiss, climbing into his lap and wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Even if you don't, we can have tons of fun together without it,” she assured him.

“Well that's good...” he groaned, starting to lose height.

“Looks like you're just a little taller than Scotty and Chrissy,” she commented, looking down at Eric.

“Oh come on!” Eric whined, “Seriously!?”

“At least you're not the shortest in our group.”

“Whatever...” he grumbled, watching as his muscles receded until he was slightly less toned than Gabe.

“Umm… you can probably get the muscle back too. It’ll just take a bit of working out.”

“This sucks...” he pouted, not realizing his chest was starting to push out.

“I’m sure you’ll like being a pony,” Jake assured him. “But for right now, why don’t you take your mind off of that?” she suggested, grinding against his crotch.

“Sounds good to know,” he said with a grin, pinning her down. He poked at her entrance before plunging in.

“Ahhn!” she cried out, feeling her inner walls clench around him. “E-easy there,” she panted out. “I don't have a lot of experience in this department.”

“And you seemed so eager.” He grinned, giving her breasts a hard squeeze.

“Well… I was nervouscited about my first time having sex with my girl parts,” she answered, shuddering from the rough treatment.

“You could have said so...” he winced, putting a hand on his head.

“Sorry, I was kinda more focused on coaching you through your changes,” she admitted, shifting her hips. “Is your head okay?”

“I-I got a really bad headache...” he admitted, looking at her.

“That didn’t happen with me,” she told him, rubbing at his head. “Maybe you’re gonna grow a horn like Andy did?” she offered.

“It feels like my brain is on fire...”

“The changes will start to feel good soon,” she assured him, kissing his cheek. “I promise.”

“When?” he grumbled, rubbing his forehead.

“I bet once your horn comes in it’ll be nothing but fun for the rest of your changes,” she told him, giving his forehead a kiss.

“I hope so...”

“If it’ll help you take your mind off things, I’ve adjusted to you being inside me,” she said, a small smile on her face. “You can start moving now.” She ground her hips against his for emphasis.

“Good.” He grabbed her hips, starting to move his own.

“Wowie… that feels really good,” she moaned, putting her hands on his chest to brace herself. “This is the bestest feeling ever.”

“Heh, you sound so adorable....” Eric grinned, kissing her cheek.

“Thanks, I like my new voice too,” she said with a small giggle. “And yours is nice too.”

“Thanks.” he smiled, nuzzling her neck, picking up speed.

“Oh yeah, that’s so good~” she moaned, her hips moving to meet his. “I am really glad we called you over now,” she panted, gripping onto his chest harder. He moaned, arching his back, his nipples getting hard. “Heh, looks like somebody likes it when I feel up his pecs,” she commented, squeezing the muscles again. As she did so, the flesh started to puff up under her grasp. “Okay, more like tits now,” she corrected, gripping down on the expanding flesh.

“O-oh damn...” he muttered, his chest quickly swelling out to C-cups.

“Heh, mine are bigger~” she teased, shaking her breasts in his face while she tugged on his nipples. He moaned louder, pressing into her hands. “Sounds like you’re enjoying having tits,” she said, kissing his forehead again and tugging on his nipples some more.

“M-maybe I am...” he blushed, looking at her.

“You don’t have to hold back,” she assured him, nipping the tip of one of his ears that had made its way to the top of his head. “It’s just us in the room.”

“Ooh...” he moaned, biting his lip.

“Yeah, the ears are really sensitive,” she explained, rolling her teeth over the appendage. “It’s pretty great.” Jake smiled, watching as a lump appeared on Eric’s head. “I was right, you’re getting a horn,” she told him, licking the tip of the lump. He shuddered, nearly going limp. “Looks like horns are pretty sensitive too. I’ll have to remember that for next time,” she said before swirling her tongue around the lump and kneading his breasts. He whimpered, his horn growing longer, longer than Andy’s. She decided to take the opportunity to take the tip of his new horn in her mouth, tracing her tongue along the grooves on its surface.

“Oh god!” he cried, nearly going limp from the pleasure. She smiled down at him, bobbing her head and suckling on his horn like she had done with his erection earlier and twisted both his nipples. There was a loud ‘pomf’ as a pair of wings exploded from his back.

“Holey moley, you’ve got wings too!” she commented, popping off his horn. “I guess that means you’re a pegacorn… or maybe a unisus?” she paused trying to think of a good name.

“Alicorn...” Eric corrected her.

“Huh, that’s way better than unisus,” she said with a nod. “So, was I right about the changes feeling good?” she asked with a knowing smile.

“Really good...” he agreed, thrusting into her again.

“I’m glad you like it,” she said with a smile, groaning as she felt him thrust again. “I’m liking all this too. You really know your way down there.”

“I’ve had practice,” he chuckled, nibbling her ear.

“It’s paid off~” she moaned, meeting his thrusts with her own hip movements. “I’m loving what you’re doing.”

“Good...” he grinned, pressing his breasts against hers.

“Hmm, I wonder what would happen if I did... this,” she said, putting her hands on the base of his new wings and rubbing them with her thumbs. He moaned, his wings starting to stiffen. “And it seems like these bad boys are sensitive too,” she said with a smirk. “And now for the piece de resistance,” she said, taking his horn in her mouth again and rubbing the base of his wings in small circles. She bobbed her head and ground her hips into his crotch, getting lost in the pleasure of it all. He went limp, his eyes rolling back into his head from all the pleasure. She just giggled a bit, though it was muffled with his horn in his mouth. She started slamming her hips up and down his crotch, trying to make up for his lack of movement. She kept up her ministrations on his horn and wings, wanting to make his change as pleasurable as possible for him.

“S-so good...” he muttered out, weakly moving his hips.

“Starting to think putting on the crown was a good idea?” She asked, pulling away from his horn and giving it a kiss as it exited her mouth. Her hips were a blur of movement, her bubble butt jiggling wildly. He let out a cry, finally reaching his climax. She let out a long cry of her own, her walls clamping down on his throbbing length and her feminine honey splashing out onto his crotch. The two of them slumped over, laying out on the bed and trying to catch their breath.

“That... was amazing...” he breathed out, his voice a whisper.

“Yeah, couldn’t agree more,” she said, cuddling up close to him. “I feel so full and warm right now.”

“Eh.. looks like your stomachs a little bloated...”

“I like the feeling,” she replied, nuzzling his neck and planting a kiss on it. “Being full of your cum is pretty sexy for me.”

He chuckled, wrapping his arms around her.

“It’s moment of truth time,” she said after a moment. “Now that we’ve finished having sex, your crotch will change too. I don’t know what you’re gonna end up with.”

“Oh lovely…” he muttered, gazing downwards.

“Hey, no matter what you end up with, we’ll still be able to do stuff to make each other feel good. And, I’ve got a good feeling you’ll like what you end up with,” she said, kissing his cheek.

“Well... you tell me, I don’t want to look...”

“You got it,” she said, giving him a peck on the lips and drifting downward until her head was between his legs. “Alright, let’s see what’s under the hood,” she said, imitating a gruff mechanic. “Well, you’re definitely gonna need new spark plugs.”

“English please.” he rolled his eyes.

“What?” she asked with an innocent expression. “Look at these things.” she pulled out worn out looking car parts, showing it to him. “It’s amazing you made it over here with them being in that condition.”

“The hell?” he blinked, confused.

“Yeah, I can do random things sometimes,” she said with a giggle. “Anyway, back to the task at crotch.” She leaned forward, pressing a finger against an obvious slit and dragging her tongue against something else.

He gasped, biting his lip. “W-what the hell is that?”

“Well, to put it simply,” Jake started, crawling back up his body again. “Much like your wings and horn, you now have a matching set between your legs,” she explained, kissing the tip of his muzzle.

“Really?” he smirked, nuzzling her neck.

“Well, it was either a dick I saw or a really big clitoris,” she replied with a giggle. “Why don’t you take a look for yourself?” she suggested, giving him a squeeze. Eric did as he was told, looking down and spreading his legs to give himself a better view.

“Yes! I got to keep the D!” he whooped, a bright smile on his face. “Though it does look a bit different than it did before.” He bobbed his hips a little, causing his purple sheath and balls to bounce slightly.

“I think it looks great!” Jake beamed at him.

“It’ll take some getting used to, but then again, so will these,” he said pointing at his horn and wings. “And.. I dunno can you feel smarter?”

“I’m as smart as I always was,” she replied. “My inner change was a happier outlook on things. Before, I was your stereotypical emo kid. I even had an angsty blog. So, how’s it feel being smarter?”

“I... dunno...” he frowned, rubbing his head.

“Eh, we don’t have to figure this out all at once,” she replied with a shrug. “This is a pretty big change. Do you wanna show the others your new look?”

“Sure.” her nodded, getting up. Jake got up with him, fully clothed in the outfit she had on before.

“Time to show off the new you,” she said, kissing his cheek. “Scotty and Andy are gonna be super jealous of your little friend,” she added with a giggle.

“I bet.” he grinned, walking out into the living room

“Hey, looks like you two are finally done in there,” Scott said, looking over her shoulder from their game. “...Holy shit! You’ve got wings and a horn!” she cried, her eyes locking on the upper part of Eric’s body.

“Yup, I’m awesome.” Eric smirked, posing for them.

“Th-that’s not all he has,” Chrissy chimed in, her eyes locking between his legs. “He’s got both sets of genitals like Gabe does.” Eric smirked more, winking at Gabe.

“Looks like Ah’m not the only stud of the group now,” Gabe commented, looking Eric over. “But Ah’m still bigger than you, little girl,” he said, a smirk on his face.

“Oh yeah?” Eri asked, raising his eyebrow.

“Ah’m over a head taller than ya,” Gabe replied, getting off the couch and walking over to him. “See?” He smirked and patted Eric’s head.

“Size isn’t everything you know,” Eric countered, spreading his wings.

“Keep tellin’ yerself that,” Gabe chuckled, flicking his horn.

“You wanna go?” Eric asked, narrowing his eyes.

“If we do, yer gonna wind up with yer face in the carpet and me givin’ ya a real stretch,” Gabe shot back, giving him a wink.

“I doubt it.”

“Alright you two, break it up,” Andy cut in, shooting the two of them a look. “I don’t want any fights happening here. Do you two want cops showing up here?”

“That would be bad,” Scott pointed out.

“Yeah, can’t imagine anything good would come from cops bursting in to find a rainbow assortment of six pony girls,” Jake chimed in with a worried look.

“Everything will be good once we sell Scott’s place,” Andy soothed.

“Yeah, after that we can find a cool place to live together and go into a town with our disguises,” Scott added. “And hey, maybe we won’t need to keep the disguises on at some point.”

“You think?” Chrissy asked.

“Well, I was already seen walking around without my disguise,” Scott reminded them. “I was even on the news. Word’s bound to be bouncing around about me on the web.”

“We can only hope that we’ll be able to walk around without disguises someday,” Andy said, putting a hand on Scott’s shoulder. Scott smiled, nuzzling her.

“Ooh, I think we have to get Eric new clothes tomorrow!” Jake cheered. “I’m thinking something along the lines of sexy librarian. What do you girls think?”

“I think that would be a great look,” Andy nodded, looking Eric over.

“What are we talking about here?” Eric asked, looking down at himself. “Like sweater vests, glasses and stuff to put my hair up?”

“That would look great on you.” Andy nodded.

“Huh, normally I’d be groaning about nerd gear like that,” Eric commented, rubbing his head. “But I don’t actually think I’d mind wearing an outfit like that.”

“See?” Andy giggled, looking at her.

“Heh, I wouldn’t mind seeing that,” Scott commented. “Certainly could make sexy time interesting. I’m picturing something involving overdue books.”

“What do we do now?” Jake asked, looking between them.

“I don’t think there are any clothing stores that are going to be open at this hour,” Andy commented, putting a hand beneath her chin. “I suppose we can just relax the rest of the night and then we can go shopping tomorrow.”

“Sounds good.” Chrissy nodded, yawning softly.

“What are the sleeping arrangements gonna be now that there’s six of us here?” Scott asked. “I don’t know if two people can sleep comfortably on that couch.”

“No idea...” Andy muttered, rubbing her neck.

“Huh… we really didn’t plan this out when we called Eric over,” Scott said, scratching her head. “Does anyone got a sleeping bag lying around?”

“I do.” Andy smiled. “Eric can take it.”

“I’ll take it,” Jake cut in. “A sleeping bag might be uncomfortable for Eric given his new wings.” Andy nodded, going into her room and rummaging through it for a while. She came back into the living room and tossed Jake the sleeping bag. “Thank you.”

“You're welcome dear,” Andy smiled, patting her head.

“Guess that means it’s time to hit the hay,” Scott said, stretching her arms out above her head. “I’ll be in Andy’s room again.”

“Gabe and I will be in my room.” Chrissy smiled nuzzling his chest.

“And that leaves Jake and I in here,” Eric concluded, flopping down on the couch. “I’ll see you all in the A.M.”

“Night,” Scott called, moving into Andy’s room. The others all exchanged their good nights and moved to where they were going to sleep. They all eventually drifted off, each thinking of what their future would hold.

A Blazing Sun

“Gabe! Can you help me with something?” Chrissy called. She was trying to make breakfast and was too short to reach the cabinet. Her swollen stomach didn't help either.

“Ah gotcha,” Gabe said as he walked over in nothing but an old t-shirt. “Whaddya need me t’reach this time?”

“The flour please.” Gabe nodded and reached up and grabbed the flour, handing it to Chrissy.

“Ah think we gotta keep this where ya can reach it, shortstuff,” Gabe joked, patting her on the head. Chrissy pouted, resuming her cooking.

“Keep that up and I won't feed you.”

“I’ll just steal a drink then,” Gabe teased, coming up behind her and grabbing her breasts. Chrissy shuddered, stains forming on her blouse.

“Will you please stop? I don't want a soggy shirt.”

“Alright, but only because I love ya.” Gabe released her chest, kissed her cheek and walked out of the kitchen.

It had been at least six months since they left their old lives behind. They had taken the plan to go out into the country, about an hour away from a small town. In that time, Scott, Jake and Chrissy had all formed baby bumps.

“Ugh, I can’t go on my morning jogs anymore,” Scott grumbled, rubbing her swollen stomach on the couch in the living room. “You’d better be cute to make this worthwhile.” She gave her stomach a pointed look. As if in response, the baby gave her a firm kick. “Yeah, yeah, you’re mama’s cutie pie.” She smiled a bit. “Now stop kicking my guts around.”

“How is my lovely mate doing?” Andy asked, walking downstairs, wearing a fancy robe.

“I’m fat, achy, I’m hungry all the time, and I waddle around like an elderly penguin,” Scott replied with a huff. “And it’s all your fault.”

“Don’t blame me.” Andy huffed. “I'm just glad we could have a kid.”

“You try carrying one then,” Scott shot back. “And could you rub my shoulders please? My back’s killing me.”

“Of course darling.” Andy walked behind the couch, giving her lover's shoulders a massage.

“Only a few more months until our baby arrives.” Scott let out a contented sigh and closed her eyes. “What’re we gonna do about the delivery?”

“We’ll think of something,” Andy assured, “We don't even know how long it's going to be in there.”

“As soon as possible sounds good to me,” Scott said. “I wanna go back to jogging and flying.”

“You might have a full pony term.”

“Ugh, that would mean I’d have like another five months of this,” Scott groaned.

“I'll be here with you for the whole thing.” Andy kissed her head, giving it a loving nuzzle.

“That’d mean a lot if ya weren’t stuck with me due to us being pony people,” Scott replied with a smirk, returning the nuzzle.

“Oh stop.” Andy rolled her eyes. “We’re young and magical. What else do we need?”

“A way to speed up time.” Scott patted her stomach. “Wanna put a hand on the buddha belly? The baby’s kicking up a storm today.” Andy grinned walking around and putting her hands on Scott’s stomach. Scott put her hands overtop Andy’s and directed her lover towards the spots the baby was kicking the most.

Andy giggled, feeling a kick. “They certainly take after you.”

“Yeah, they’re gonna be a handful, I can tell,” Scott said, grinning at Andy’s reaction. Andy gave her a kiss, sitting down next to her. Scott cuddled up next to her and sighed in content. “I’m glad we moved out here.”

“So am I. Much safer for the babies.” Andy pouted. “Or foals, I should say.”

“Hey, you were human when you put this baby in me, this could be a normal kid,” Scott reminded, kissing Andy’s cheek.

“We’ll just have to wait and see.” Andy smiled, taking her hand.

Jake came downstairs with a yawning Eric at her side. “Hey guys! How’s everypony doing today?” Jake asked with a bright smile.

“Fat,” Scott replied.

“I was already chubby.” Jake giggled. “Plus, our boobies got bigger too!’ she gave hers a squeeze, giggling.

“They’re more sensitive too,” Eric chimed in. They walked down, joining them on the couch. They all relaxed and sat on the couch together for awhile.

“Oh girls, breakfast is ready!~” Chrissy called out in a melodic tone. The girls all gathered in the kitchen, enjoying their breakfast.

“Ah, so what does everypony wanna do in our little slice of paradise today?” Eric asked, looking around the table as she cut into her pancakes.

“Go into town?” Chrissy suggested.

“Sounds good to me,” Scott said. “I heard there’s supposed to be an outdoor market today. There could be all sortsa cool stuff there.”

“I bet I could pick up some fabric.” Andy grinned, dabbing her mouth with her napkin.

“And I could probably find some interesting books,” Eric added with a grin of her own.

“Such a nerd,” Scott teased.

“A nerd who can kick your ass with or without your baby bump,” Eric shot back with a smirk.

“Yeah right,” Scott scoffed.

“Wait a few months and then we’ll step into the ring,” Eric said. “Loser has to be the winner’s pet for a week.”

“Deal!” Scott grinned cockily.

“I’m gonna enjoy putting you on a leash,” Eric said, licking her lips.

“I'll have you licking my hooves,” Scott shot back.

“Let's not get ahead of ourselves now,” Gabe chuckled, looking between them.

“You want in on the bet?” Scott asked with a grin. “We could make this a Rage in the Cage match.”

“Ya both know Ah’ll win.”

“Sounds like you’re in to me,” Eric replied, fluffing her wings.

“Like Ah’d say no.” Gabe grinned, winking at her.

“Looks like I’ll need to buy materials for wrestling outfits while we’re out today,” Andy mused.

“Who's drivin’?” Gabe asked, putting his plate in the sink.

“I’ll drive,” Eric offered. “And that means I pick the radio station.”

“Fine.” Gabe rolled his eyes. “Come on Chrissy, let's go get dressed.” Chrissy nodded and slowly got up. The others followed their example, rushing off to get dressed.

Once they had their disguises on, they climbed into the van. Eric put on his music and pulled out of the driveway. They all chattered amongst themselves, excited for what the day would hold.

“Here we are!” Eric called, parking the van. “Everyone out!”

“Well, good thing Eric has good taste in music, otherwise that would’ve been an hour of torture,” Scott said, getting out and stretching.

“Not like you,” Eric shot back.

“Oh, you are gonna make winning this bet so sweet,” Scott said with an evil grin. Eric rolled her eyes, locking arms with Jake.

“Let’s go find you some cool books babe!” Jake beamed, tugging Eric into the midst of the market.

“Guess we’re pairing up and splitting off,” Chrissy giggled, taking Gabe’s hand.

“Lead the way,” Gabe said, giving her hand a squeeze. “Ah’ll follow ya anywhere.”

“We’ll see ya later.” She waved at Scott and Eric, walking off.

“Looks like I’m following you to get those materials you want,” Scott said, linking arms with Andy.

“Don't sound so dejected.” Andy smiled. They were slightly infamous around town, being known as a bunch of city folk who kept themselves covered up. Most thought they were a coven or something.

“Hey, I’ll find something to look at too,” Scott said. “Plus, I’m having a date with my girlfriend, it’s gonna be a good day.” Andy squeezed her hand, walking along the stalls. Andy let out a squeal of delight as she happened upon a stall that had a wide variety of fabrics.

“Oh, these are simply fabulous!” Andy enthused, holding up a bit of light blue fabric.

“You're like a kid in a candy store,” Scott teased, leaning on her.

“As if you won’t love what I make with these,” Andy shot back, laughing. She then leaned in and whispered into Scott’s ear. Scott blushed, looking at her. Andy just turned to the stall keeper. “Excuse me madam, do you by any chance have any spandex? I’m looking to make some costumes and could really use it.”

“Spandex?” The stall keeper repeated. “I think I have that.”

“Fantastic!” Andy beamed. “And how much would that and this cost me?” She held up the light blue fabric she had been looking at.

“Together I'd say... about thirty.”

“I’ll take it.” Andy pulled out her wallet and gave the stall owner the money. “Thank you so much for these, they are absolutely precious. Where do you get your material from?”

“I order from out of state,” the stall owner explained.

“Well you order great things. I’ll have to visit you more often.” Andy smiled brightly as she took the fabric she purchased.

“Thanks. Have a good day.”

“You do the same,” Scott said as Andy and her walked towards the rest of the market.

“So many books~” Eric grinned, nearly drooling. They had found a double stall, both tables covered in books.

“It’s really cute to see you that happy.” Jake giggled and hugged Eric’s side. “Do you see anything you like?”

“There are just so many good ones~!” Eric looked between several, then at Jake. “Whats our book budget for this month?”

“I think the others decided it was around… 60 bucks for you. Mostly because you went a little crazy last month,” Jake answered.

“Right...” Eric smiled sheepishly, grabbing the books she was most interested in.

“That’ll be $55,” the stall keeper informed, watching the two with a smile.

“Here ya go!” Jake smiled, passing her a fifty and a five.

“Enjoy those books, little lady.” The stall owner turned to Eric with a smile.

“Thanks! I most certainly will!” Eric scooped up her goods, turning to walk away. Jake’s smile grew and she walked alongside Eric.

“Hmm, what should we look at now?” Jake asked.

“Anything you want to check out?” Eric took her hand, cradling her books with her other arm.

“Hmm, I say we just look around for awhile and enjoy the day,” Jake suggested, squeezing her hand. Eric nodded, the two of them wandering around the market. After a few minutes, Jake tugged Eric towards a refreshments stand. “Come on, I’m thirsty.”

“What are you going to get?” Eric asked, looking over the menu.

“Ooh, they have milkshakes!” Jake cheered. “Wanna share one?”

“Sure!” Eric beamed, giving a nod.

“Hey! You got any beer here?!” A slurred voice asked. The girls turned, watching as a drunken middle aged man staggered up to the stand. He was balding and what little hair on his head was a greasy black in color. He was wearing an old, faded, red football jersey and jeans.

“I’m sorry sir but we don’t serve alcohol,” the stand attendant informed, frowning at him.

“Oh come on, this is a party isn’t it? The man slurred. “What kinda party doesn’t have booze?”

“I don’t think this is a party,” Eric commented. “You do know this is a market right?”

“Eh, whatever,” the man huffed. “If you don’t got any beer, what do ya got that’s good?” The man turned back to the attendant.

“You could have a milkshake,” Jake suggested with a smile.

“Fine, a chocolate shake,” the man grumbled.

“We’ll take a banana milkshake,” Eric added, passing the attendant his payment.

“Any chance on a discount for the town’s ace quarterback?” the man asked, grinning and patting his jersey. The attendant didn’t grace him with a response, busying himself with getting their drinks ready. Jake’s face lit up as their shake was put in front of them.

Jake leaned in and took a big sip. “Mmm, this is super yummy!” She beamed.

“Save some for me,” Eric protested, grabbing their drink and leading Jake over to a table.

“You’d better hurry then~” Jake teased with a giggle, taking another sip as they sat down. Eric grabbed her own straw, taking a sip. She hummed in delight, watching as the drunken man collapsed into a chair next to them.

“Umm, can we help you?” Eric asked, scooting closer to Jake.

“You them ladies that live out of town?” he asked, looking them over.

“Yeah, we’re only about an hour away,” Jake answered, sipping her shake. “Why are ya asking?”

“You girls witches or somethin’?” he gestured to their clothes. “Ya dress funny...”

“No, we’re not Wiccan,” Eric replied. “We just… don’t feel comfortable around a lot of people and choose to cover up.”

“Buncha weirdos...” the man grumbled, a frown forming on his face. He reached back, rummaging around until he fished out a necklace. This one's jewel was in the shape of a sun, being yellow in color. “Hell’s this?”

“Uh oh,” Eric whispered to Jake. “Why is this happening now? We haven’t seen a necklace show up in months!”

“I dunno! Just do your magic stuff and make him pass out!”

“In front of so many people!” Eric whispered. “You know my horn glows when I do magic!”

“Then uh... Throw on the seduction!” Eric recoiled for a moment before a lightbulb went off in her head.

“Oh, I understand. We seduce him, lead him away from the crowd and knock him out before he puts it on,” Eric whispered with a grin. Jake nodded, smirking.

“So big guy, you looking for some fun?” Jake fluttered her eyelashes, putting on her best smile.

“I dunno, what kinda fun you talking ‘bout?” The man asked with a lecherous grin.

“Anything you can think of.” Jake winked.

“I can think of plenty.” The man stood up, putting the necklace around his belt.

“Then let’s get going.” Eric helped Jake to her hooves, leading the man to a secluded spot.

“Now close your eyes, and we’ll take care of the rest~” Eric purred, getting ready to use her magic. He did so, only to collapse like a sack of bricks when Eric cast her spell. She turned to Jake. “You keep an eye on him. I’m gonna find the others and figure out what we should do from there.”

“Why not just text them?” Jake asked, pulling her phone out of her pocket. Eric paused, facepalming.

“Can’t believe that slipped my mind. Okay, send out a group text and tell them what happened and where we are.” Jake nodded, sending the others a text. It didn’t take long for them to reply back.

“They’ll be here in a bit.” Jake beamed, putting her phone away.

“Until they do, let’s just keep an eye on our potential seventh member,” Eric said, finding a place for her and Jake to sit. She turned the new necklace over in her hands, staring at the jewel. “I wonder what these necklaces really are?” she wondered aloud.

“They can’t be bad, they’ve made us all happy,” Jake pointed out.

“I know, but they’re very interesting. I mean, our hypothesis for them appearing has been thrown for a loop. We’ve talked to men since the move and this is the first time a necklace has shown up.” Jake shrugged.

“Not to mention, yours is a tiara.”

“True, I’m just glad we’ve been able to take the things off,” Eric said. “I don’t know how I’d disguise myself with that giant tiara perma-glued to my head.” Jake giggled, kissing her cheek.

“Still the best decision I ever made.”

“You just say that because you love having giant tits,” Eric teased, putting an arm around her.

“Can’t say I don’t~” Jake nuzzled into her, a giant smile on her face. “But I also love how close all of us have become. It’s never boring in our place.” They looked up, seeing Gabe hauling ass over to them, carrying Chrissy.

“We came as soon as we got your text.” Gabe set Chrissy down, looking at the sleeping drunk. “This him?”

“You see any other unconscious gross guys here?” Jake asked.

“Don’t get snippy.” Gabe frowned. “Ah’ll take him back to the van, ya’ll keep an eye on Chrissy.” Gabe hefted the man up, dragging him toward the parking lot.

“I’ll text Andy and Scott and tell them that we’re heading to the van,” Chrissy chirped, pulling out her phone.

“I’m so nervouscited!” Jake got to her hooves, only her passenger keeping her from bouncing up and down.

“Maybe he’ll become an alicorn too,” Eric mused, helping Jake and Chrissy to the van. Scott and Andy arrived not much sooner and they all climbed into the van. Gabe took over driving and Eric gave the man another zap of her spell just for good measure as they left town.

“Should we be worried?” Andy asked, glancing at the new necklace.

“There’s nothing to worry about,” Eric assured. “If he says no, I’ll just zap him unconscious again and we’ll dump him back in town. Then I’ll put some empty beer bottles around him. He’ll think the whole thing was a drunken dream.”

They nodded, the group falling into silence. Eric kept the man under, reuping the spell every twenty minutes. When they returned home, Gabe put the man on the couch and they all shed their disguises.

“I hate wearing that stuff.” Scott spread her wings, giving them a flap.

“I’m working on figuring out how to disguise our looks with my magic,” Eric explained. “If all goes well, we can just wear street clothes soon.”

“That can’t come soon enough,” Scott groaned, falling back onto their loveseat. “I’m tired of looking like I’m a paranoid nut.”

“You can’t rush her,” Andy said, sitting next to her. “She’s trying to figure out spells from nothing.”

“I know, I know. I’m just impatient.”

“Luckily for us, I should be able to use that hangover soothing spell to sober this guy up.” Eric lit her horn up, zapping the sleeping man with said spell. The man shot up, instantly becoming alert.

“What the fuck?!” he cried, looking around the room.

“Calm down now,” Gabe soothed, “We ain’t gonna hurt ya.”

“What the fuck are you things?” the man asked. “You’re fucking horses with tits!”

“We’re ponies my good sir,” Andy corrected, sticking her nose into the air.

“Excuse me for not addressing my kidnappers the right way,” the man growled. “What do you freaks want with me?”

“The only reason we brought you here is because of this.” Eric lifted the necklace into view. “We’re not exactly sure what makes them appear, but we each got one. They turned us into what you see now.”

“Yup, and here they are!” Jake said, all of the necklaces and the tiara in her hands. “They’ve made us all super happy!”

“You might not believe it, but we all used to be normal human males like yourself,” Eric continued.

“You could tell me anything right now and I’d buy it,” the man said with a flat look. “I am looking at a literal rainbow of talking ponies.”

“Right.” Eric nodded, clearing her throat. “You really have two options. Put the necklace on and become like us. Or I’ll send you back to sleep and make it like this was nothing but a drunken dream.”

“And why would I put the necklace on?” the man asked with a quirked brow. “I don’t wanna lose my dick.”

“I used to be a double amputee,” Scott spoke up, “Now I got both of em back and wings!” She flared them out, giving them a flap.

“Ah wasn’t even 5’1, now look at me.” Gabe smirked, flexing her arms.

The man looked down at his dirty jersey, his brow furrowing. “Fuck it, give me the necklace. I’m pretty sure this is a drunken dream anyway.” Eric smiled, passing him the necklace. He fastened it around his neck, touching the gem as he did. Yellow electricity surged along his fingers, starting the process.

“Good thing we set up the camera,” Andy commented, nodding to Chrissy to start filming.

“Say your name so you can prove who you are for later use,” Chrissy encouraged, training the camera on the man.

“My name is Samuel Thompson and I guess I’m going to become a horse lady.” Yellow lightning shot out from the gem, striking at Sam. He winced, gripping the arm of the couch. “Gah, why did none of you mention the damned lightning?” he hissed.

“Hey man it’s been a while,” Scott defended, “It’s gets better, trust me.”

“It’s true,” Eric said, “my transformation wasn’t very pleasant at first. Also, I’d recommend taking your clothes off. Particularly the jersey.” Samuel grumbled, stripping out of his clothes. As he did so, his hair started to grow, becoming a mix of yellow and red.

“Heh, Sammy’s growing bacon hair.” Jake giggled, watching as his new hair styled itself.

“Bacon hair?” the man asked, reach up to grab a few locks.

“Your hair looks fine,” Andy assured. “It’s a good color combination.”

“Geez this is weird...” Sam sat back down, running his hand through his hair.

“On the bright side, you’ve got a full head of hair now,” Scott offered, patting his shoulder.

“That's something at least...” Sam blinked, watching as his body slimmed down and the floor inched closer.

“And you don’t have your beer belly now!” Jake beamed and rubbed Sam’s flattening stomach.

“Did I just get shorter?” Sam frowned, looking between them.

“Only a little,” Eric said. “You’re still taller than Chrissy and Scott.”

“You got younger as well,” Andy pointed out. “Welcome back to your twenties, Sam.”

“Okay, that makes this whole thing worth it by itself.” Sam grinned for a moment before he started coughing. “The hell?” He asked, his voice cracking.

“Well, you voice has gotta change if you’re gonna be a horse lady like us!” Jake teased, giggling.

“Hello?” Sam asked, his eyes going wide at his new voice.

“Ah like how yer soundin’,” Gabe said with a grin. “It’s a pretty sexy voice.”

“Thanks I guess.” Sam frowned, starting to itch at his chest.

“And now you’re gonna get your fur,” Eric informed as yellow-orange fur sprouted wherever Sam scratched. Jake joined in, scratching where Sam didn't.

“When does it start feeling good?” Sam asked, scratching frantically.

“Around the time when your breasts come in,” Scott said. “Along with the potential extra bits like a horn or wings.”

“Growing tits still sounds weird.”

“I thought the same thing!” Jake chirped. “But then I found out how much I love a big dick in my mouth and girl parts!”

“Uh...” Sam blushed, not sure what to say to that.

“Oh?” Eric smirked at the slowly changing Sam. “Does the thought of getting a good dicking excite you?”

“Come on girls, let Sam come to terms with her new preferences before we tease her,” Andy chided.

“Hey! I’m not a her yet!” Sam protested. “I’ve still got my dick.” He wiggled his hips for emphasis.

“But for how long?” Jake reached around, grabbing his pecs. Suddenly, the moobs started becoming the regular thing, perking up and expanding in Jake’s teasing hands. “There we go!” Jake cooed, pinching his nipples. Sam bit his lip, holding back a moan as he blushed. “Go on let it out.” Sam moaned and his ears retracted into his head before pony ears sprouted from the top of his head.

“Ya'll are looking pretty good.” Gabe leaned down, nibbling on his ear. Sam moaned again and his face expanded into a muzzle. “Chrissy and Ah are gonna have fun with ya.”

“You seem to be enjoying this.” Eric smirked, reaching out to give Sam’s hard rod a rub.

“I’m being given attention from multiple places,” Sam said through a blush. “And my body feels like it’s starting to burn up.”

“We tend to do that.” Eric leaned in, dragging her tongue across the tip. Sam groaned, his eyes closing as his hips twitched against her.

“Ya look pretty comfortable with one of those in yer mouth,” Gabe teased, smirking at Eric. “Ah wonder why that might be?” Gabe patted his crotch for emphasis while he teased Sam’s ears.

“We both know mines bigger,” Eric shot back.

“Oh be quiet you two,” Jake said with a giggle, tweaking Sam’s nipples. “I’ve deepthroated both of you a ton and your dicks are the same size.”

“The hell's happening now?” Sam reached up, touching his forehead.

“Looks like you’re getting a horn.” Jake licked a growing lump on his head while Eric bobbed her head between Sam’s legs.

Sam’s breath hitched, his knees trembling. “Oh god...” He stumbled a little, falling against Gabe as his feet shifted into hooves.

“Just a little more,” Gabe said as Eric and Jake picked up the pace. “How ya feelin’?”

“It feels so good...” Sam wiggled his hips as they flared out, his ass swelling slightly.

“It’ll feel really good once yer all mare,” Gabe assured. “We’re gonna treat ya right.” Gabe reached down, rubbing his stomach. “Maybe even knock ya up.”.

“I… never thought about having a family before.” Sam groaned as Eric deepthroated him.

“Say, ya know anybody that could help with the babies?” Scott asked. “You know, on the downlow.”

“Actually yeah.” Sam nodded. “My doctor used to be a field medic during ‘Nam. He doesn’t ask questions.”

“Got him on speed dial?” Andy asked, fishing Sam’s phone out of his discarded pants.

“Ever si-Oh! Since St. Patty’s day last year.” Sam panted as Eric picked up the pace. “Just hit five then call.”

Andy nodded, stepping out of the room to make the call.

“This is pretty lucky,” Chrissy noted with a smile. “Now we can deliver our babies safely.”

“Don't jinx us now, Butterfly.” Gabe winked at Chrissy, tugging on Sam’s ear.

“Mmm, why are pony ears so sensitive?” Sam questioned, twitching slightly.

“No idea,” Gabe chuckled. “Now why don't you be a good girl and cum for us?” Sam did as he was told, tilting his head back and letting out a long groan as he came hard, causing Eric’s cheeks to bulge out for a moment. Eric drank it down, winking at him. Once Sam had nothing left for her to drink, she pulled away.

“I’m surprised I didn’t taste booze in your cum,” Eric teased with a giggle.

“I'm not touching that stuff again.” Sam panted, leaning on Gabe.

“Ya don’t have to give it up completely,” Gabe said, patting Sam’s shoulder. “Ya just gotta learn moderation. Which is why we’re here.”

“Think he’ll keep the D?” Jake asked with a grin.

“We’ll have to wait and see,” Scott said. “Should only take a few seconds to find out.” Sam gulped, watching his crotch. A few moments passed, and his length started retreating into his body. After a few moments, he was a she.

“Good.” Gabe smirked. “Ah was worried Ah’d have ta put another upstart in their place.”

“Last time I checked, you’ve been on your back moaning my name quite a few nights,” Eric pointed out with a smirk.

“Ah’m the alpha here shorty,” Gabe asserted with a glare.

“We’ll see when the Rage in the Cage match is done,” Eric said, cracking her knuckles.

“The what now?” Sam asked, blinking.

“Scott, Eric and Gabe have a bet going on that involves a fight to see who’s the toughest,” Andy explained. “Losers will be the winner’s pets for a week.”

Sam blinked. “Er, whose who now?”

“I’m Scott,” the prismatic mare chimed in.

“Ah’m Gabe,” the orange mare offered.

“And the one who gave you your last blowjob is Eric,” Jake said with a giggle.

“And the rest of you?”

“My name is Adrian but everyone just calls me Andy,” the white unicorn said, flicking her mane.

“I'm Jake.” Jake beamed, giving Sam a hug.

“And I’m Chrissy, It’s nice to meet you.” The yellow pegasus smiled weakly and waved.

“Nice to meet you all too.” Sam grinned, hugging Jake back. “How’d the call with the Doc go?”

“He agreed to help us out,” Andy said with a smile. “He was a little surly, but he sounds like an interesting fellow.”

“He bought the horse lady stuff?”

“His exact words were, “I saw weirder shit on acid when I got home from Nam,”” Andy replied, chuckling.

“Sounds about right,” Sam giggled.

“Just as long as he’s good at his job,” Scott said. “I don’t wanna put my baby’s life in the hands of a quack.” She cradled her stomach protectively.

“You're a regular mama bird,” Andy teased, ruffling her hair.

“Hey, this is the baby I’m having with you,” Scott pointed out with a grin. “Of course I’m gonna be protective.” Andy pulled her into a kiss, reaching down to rub her stomach.

“As you can see, while we do technically have couples, we’re all part of an open herd,” Eric explained to Sam.

“Yeah, it can get pretty crazy sometimes,” Jake said. “But the good kinda crazy.”

“And you're free to join us if you want,” Andy offered, smiling at Sam.

“Well, it’s not like I have much of a choice seeing as I’m like this.” Sam waved a hand over her new curves.

“Ya look good ta me girl,” Gabe purred, slapping Sam’s ass. Sam let out a yelp and blushed.

“Hey! Watch it back there.” Sam looked over her shoulder and pouted at Gabe.

“Ya know ya like it.”

Sam blushed a bit. “Yeah… I kinda do.” Gabe grinned, doing it again. Sam yelped again, her blush deepening as her ass jiggled from the impact.

“Ah’m liken that jiggle girl.” Gabe licked his lips and swatted her cheeks again. “Ah could watch it all day.” Sam bit her lip, rubbing her legs together. “Looks like yer startin’ to get wet.” Gabe swatted her again. “Ya like bein’ spanked like a naughty girl, dontcha?”

“M-maybe...” Sam admitted with a gulp.

“How would ya like goin’ upstairs and Ah’ll keep it up?” Gabe gave her a smouldering look.

“Unless you’re gonna go with me.” Eric slide in close, pulling Sam into a kiss.

“Oh you snake in the grass,” Gabe said, glaring at the purple alicorn as their kiss deepened. Eric winked at her, wrapping her arms around Sam.

“Hmm, the both of you could take her upstairs,” Jake suggested. “Though that could be a little much for her first time.”

“What do you think Sam?” Eric asked, pressing their breasts together.

“I have always wanted to have a threesome,” Sam said, catching her breath after the long kiss.

“Then why don’t we take this upstairs?” Gabe asked, lifting Sam up, carrying her bridal style.

“Sounds good to me,” Eric said, going to Gabe’s side.

“Yeah… I’ll give this a shot,” Sam said, getting comfy in Gabe’s arms. Gabe carried her upstairs, with Eric close behind.

“That was fun,” Jake commented, walking over to turn off the camera.

“Yeah, but we’ll have to be careful about finding necklaces again,” Andy said, taking a seat and turning on the T.V.

“Oh babe, don’t forget, your folks sent a letter to ya,” Scott reminded. The group had for the most part given up on their old lives, they still kept in limited contact with their families, mostly via letters.

“I’ll read it tonight,” Andy assured Scott. “I should tell them that selling clothes online is actually working out rather nicely.”

“It’ll be nice to be able to work again, once Eric gets that disguise spell finished,” Chrissy added with a smile.

“I can’t work,” Scott grumbled. “Not if I wanna keep my disability checks coming in. Double amputation isn’t a condition people tend to make a full recovery from.”

“We’ll figure something out.” Andy smiled. She blinked, looking up as someone knocked on the door. “Who could that be?”

“Quick! Disguises everypony!” Jake called, already wearing hers.

“You're not going to get us to say that.” Scott frowned, pulling hers on with a huff.

“I’ll get it, you three just relax.” Andy adjusted her hat, moving up to the door. She cleared her throat, cracking the door. “May I ask who is calling?”

“Oh, hello young lady,” an older woman said. “We’re Adrian’s parents. Could we come in and see him?” Andy just stared at them, her brain locking up.

“Yeah, we told him about us coming up in the letter we sent him,” Andy’s father said. Andy’s eyes shrank to pinpricks and she took a step back, now in full panic mode.

“Oh well… Andy is busy upstairs,” Andy said after a moment’s thought. “It could be a while before he comes down.” She cleared her throat. “Why don’t you come in?” The two nodded and walked inside.

“This is a pretty nice place,” Andy’s father commented.

“Thanks...” Andy chuckled. “Here let me take your coats.” The two parents smiled and handed their coats over. Andy hung them up, moving to sit down.

“Thank you, are you Andy’s girlfriend?” Andy’s mother asked. “He told us he moved out here with a girlfriend.” Andy gulped, glancing at Scott, who shrugged.

“Er... You could say that...” Andy replied, giving a nervous laugh.

“Well, you certainly sound like a lovely girl,” Andy’s father said. “But why are you all covered up?”

“I guess you could say we just prefer it this way.”

“If it’s a religious thing then we’d understand,” Andy’s mother chimed in.

“Oh yes definitely.” Andy nodded, not sure how else to explain it.

“Huh, never thought Andy’d go for a religious girl,” Andy’s father commented. “But he could use a girl who can drill some morals into him.” Andy frowned at the comment.

“I think he has great morals,” Andy countered, sticking her nose into the air. The other three girls giggled at Andy’s reaction.

“I agree dear,” Andy’s mother said. “Andy has been a good boy all his life. You’re just an unpleasable curmudgeon.”

“Anyway.” Andy cleared her throat. “It's nice to meet the two of you.”

Andy’s mother was about to respond but before she could, a door upstairs opened revealing Sam, Eric and Gabe in the buff.

“Whoo boy!” Gabe called out as he walked downstairs with the two at his side. “Sam, you are one eager little thing!”

“Oh god what did I do to bring this upon me?” Andy placed her head in her hands, utterly crushed.

“What in the world are those things?!” Andy’s mother cried, falling over.

“Please go get some clothes on,” Andy begged the new arrivals. She looked at her parents. “I'm afraid I told a lie, Andy isn't upstairs.”

“Then where is he?” Andy’s father asked, his eyes bugging out of his skull.

“I'm right here father.” Andy pulled her hat and scarf off, giving them a weak smile.

“Say for a second that I believe you,” Andy’s father said, his expression hardening. “What the hell happened that caused… this.” He waved his hand over her.

“I put on a magic necklace,” Andy responded.

“That. Is the most unbelievable thing I’ve ever heard,” Andy’s mother deadpanned.

“Of course you’d say that.” Andy groaned. “There is a video of it but...”

“It kinda doubles as a sex tape,” Scott chimed in, removing her own disguise.

“...Yes that.”

“Well, in light of that,” Andy’s mother said. “Tell us something only Andy would know.”

“Father, on my seventeenth birthday, you took me to a strip club, and ordered me a lap dance by a woman named 'Sapphire’.”

“Holy shit it is Andy,” Andy’s father said.

“Excuse me?” Andy’s mother asked, shooting her husband a pointed look. “You did what?”

“That's not really important,” Andy cut in. “I would like you to say hello to Scott, the mother of your grandchild.”

“Congratulations!” Andy’s mother beamed, taking Scott’s hands in her own. “And you must be the actual girlfriend Andy has told us so much about. Though, he… or I guess she now, neglected to mention there was a baby on the way.”

“I'm sorry, but if I had, you would have wanted to visit.” Andy smiled sadly. “We live rather privately now, as you can see.”

“Hold on,” Andy’s father cut in, “wasn’t your best friend’s name Scott?”

“Yup.” Scott nodded. “Got my legs back.”

“We’re so glad, dear,” Andy’s mother said. “We sent you flowers after that awful incident.”

“I wasn't in the best place after that.” Scott rubbed her neck.

“But you’re past that now,” Andy said, putting an arm around her. Scott smiled, planting a kiss on her lips. Andy pulled away despite the urge to deepen the kiss.

“Huh, wasn’t expecting you and Scott to ever get together,” Andy’s father commented, scratching the side of his head. “Then again, wasn’t expecting you to become a unicorn either.”

“It has its perks.” Andy smiled, lighting her horn up, levitating over a plate of cookies.

“Well, this day just keeps getting stranger.” Andy’s mother blinked as Jake grabbed a cookie.

“You both remember my roommate Christian?” Andy gestured to Chrissy.

“It's just Chrissy now.”

“And the pink pony?” Andy’s father asked.

“I'm Jake!” Jake proclaimed. “Nice to meet ya! But everypony here calls me Jakey!”

“Stop trying to make that a thing,” Scott said. “It’s not gonna catch on.”

“You're just a sourpuss.” Jake stuck her tongue out. Scott returned the favor.

“Girls, can we not behave like children in front of my parents?” Andy asked with a sigh. “I'm living with children...”

“That’ll really be true in a few months,” Scott commented, patting her stomach.

“I’m afraid this will be the only child Scott and I have together,” Andy informed her parents.

“That may not be true,” Scott said. “I mean, Eric’s been working on a ton of things for magic. She might find a way for us to have another.”

“I do hope so.” Andy stood up, stretching. “I'll make us some tea.”

“That’d be great,” Andy’s mother said. “We’ll just stay here and talk to Scott some more.”

“I’ll make lunch!” Jake grinned, waddling after Andy.

“And I’ll help,” Chrissy said, waddling behind Jake.

“So...” Scott fluffed her wings. “Anything new with you guys?”

“Aside from learning that our son is now our daughter, not really,” Andy’s father said with a chuckle.

“It took a little while to get used too, but it’s not all bad.” Scott grinned. “I like the new me. Though I do sometimes miss the old tackle. Plus, none of us have to worry about Aunt Flow stopping by.”

“Lucky devil,” Andy’s mother grumbled. “I still have to deal with that.”

“We’re all on a heat cycle or something,”Scott explained. “We’d have to be careful if we don’t wanna be pregnant at that time. I definitely want a break between pregnancies. This one’s been rough.”

“Are you hoping for a boy or a girl?” Andy's father asked.

“We were hoping for a little boy,” Scott said with a smile, rubbing her stomach. She chuckled, getting a kick. “Wanna feel?”

“Don’t mind if I do.” Andy’s mother smiled and gently put her hand on Scott’s stomach. The baby kicked, making Scott wince.

“Hooves hurt like a bitch.”

“I bet,” Andy’s mother said. “I can’t imagine I’d want a bucking bronco in my belly.”

“I hope he’s a pegasus,” Scott said with a grin. “Flying is so much fun.”

“I bet it is,” Andy’s father said. “But that magic stuff looks fun too.”

“Yeah, Andy and Eric have been learning from scratch.” Scott nodded. “Eric's pretty good at it.”

“I just hope your baby has a happy life,” Andy’s mother said. “Though, it might be easier if it was a human.”

“I know.” Scott sighed, looking at her belly sadly.

“Hey, no matter what the baby turns out as, we’ll help you,” Andy’s father offered.

Scott brightened up, flashing a smile. “Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it, this is our grandchild after all.” Andy’s mother returned her smile.

“School’s going to be tough.”

“Well, if all else fails, homeschooling could be an option,” Andy’s father pointed out.

“Eric’s already putting lessons together,” Scott snickered. “She’s really excited to be a dad.”

“I’m sure you’ll all be fantastic parents,” Andy’s mother said. “But you’d better be ready for us to spoil our grandchild.”

“Somebody should,” Scott agreed.

“How's the gossip coming?” Andy asked, carrying a tray of steaming tea.

“No gossip, just chatting,” Scott said. “Your parents are as excited about the baby as we are.”

“That's good to hear.” Andy smiled, setting the tray down, handing Scott her cup.

“Yes, and I hope you don’t mind, but we’re going to be visiting more from now on,” Andy’s mother said, taking her own cup.

“Of course, we’d love to see you both more often.” Andy grinned. “We have a lot of time on our hands actually.”

“Yeah, half of us just lay around and watch our stomachs swell further,” Scott joked.

“And you still look good,” Andy complimented, kissing her nose.

“You flatterer.” Scott grinned and returned the gesture.

“You two are adorable,” Andy’s mother said, smiling at them.

“Yeah, I think I’m getting cavities watching the two of you,” Andy’s father joked with a large grin. Andy giggled, snuggling close to Scott.

“I’ll admit, dating my best friend was a little weird to me at first,” Andy said. “But now I don’t think I could see myself with anyone else.”

“Me either.” Scott spread a wing, draping it over Andy's back.

“Your father and I feel the same way about each other,” Andy’s mother said, taking her husband’s hand.

Sun and Moon

It was a hot summer Sunday, the kind of day that breeds laziness. Isaac found himself lounging on his couch, trying to ignore the oppressive heat. He pulled on his grey t-shirt, hoping to relieve himself slightly. He grimaced as he felt the shirt try to stick to his skin. He then heard a thump against his door, turning his head towards the disturbance.

“The hell was that?”

Rising from his ‘comfortable’ position, he moved up to his door, peering out of the peep hole. No one was standing there and he couldn’t see anyone walking on the street that could’ve done it. He opened the door slightly to see that there was a large box on his doorstep.

“The hell?” Isaac blinked, looking down at it. Opening the door fully, he gave said package a light kick. He heard something heavy shift inside the box along with metal clanging together. “Okay, this is really weird.” Deciding to get out of the hot sun, he grabbed the box, dragging it inside. He put it in front of his couch, looking for any postage on it. The box was completely bare, with no hints as to its origin.

“This is weird.” Flopping back on the couch, he stared at the box. Taking a chance, he started to open it. Once he had managed to peel off the tape, he pulled on the flaps to be greeted by a veritable ocean of packing peanuts. He reached into them and started to feel around for what else was in the box. After a few moments of searching, his fingers brushed against cool metal.

Wrapping his hand around it, he pulled the object up and out. Isaac lifted it up to eye level, examining it. It appeared to be some kind of helmet/crown. It was a dark orange in color with a red jewel resting on the forehead area. Off the sides of it were jagged yellow portions that resemble lightning bolts.

“The hell is this thing supposed to be?” Isaac frowned, rapping his knuckle against it. He turned it over in his hands, seeing if he could identify it. This offered no answers, causing him to frown at the helmet. Shrugging, he placed it on his head. It sat comfortably on his head, almost as if it was made for him. He ignored that thought and walked down the hall to the bathroom to see how it looked on him.

Looking into his mirror, Isaac pondered on the box. Someone just dropped a box of armor on his porch. Why? He didn’t know anybody into that kind of thing. At least, he didn’t think so. He put his hands on the sink and started to think about his friends. The more he thought about it, none of them ever showed any signs of being interested in metalworking or armor.

“Better see the rest of it...” Returning to the living room, he proceeded to empty the box, laying the armor down on the floor. He arranged it in a human outline, noting by the general shape that it was meant for a female. He quirked an eyebrow at that fact and picked up the chest piece. There was a stylized sun in the center, right between the raised metal to make room for the wearer’s breasts.

Standing up, he scratched his cheek. “Okay, someone sent me women’s armor. The hell am I supposed to do with this?”

He could always sell it online, someone was bound to pay a good chunk of change for something like it. A pang of guilt went through him at that thought. Someone went out of their way to get him the armor, he couldn’t just give it away. Perhaps he could buy an armor stand online and display it? He nodded to himself at that thought. It was a good looking set, and it wasn’t like he could wear it himself, could he?

He was already wearing the helmet… Deciding to throw all caution to the wind, he gathered up the rest of the armor and went to his bedroom. He drew the curtains and laid the armor out on the bed. Placing the helmet on the bed, he slowly began to undress. Once he was in nothing but his boxers, he tossed his sweat-soaked clothes into a hamper in the corner of his room. He started with the chestpiece, sliding it over his head and into place.

A shiver passed through his as the cold metal touched his bare skin. It was a semi-welcome relief from the heat. He stretched, finding that the chest piece fit him well except for the empty space in the breast portion. Without thinking, he grabbed the bottom half of the armor and stepped into them.

He slid it up his legs, and winced as he pulled it into place. It wasn’t exactly the most comfortable fit. He adjusted them the best he could to keep pinching to a minimum before returning his attention to the greaves and gauntlets. He sat down on the bed, reaching for the greaves. Getting them on took little time, as did getting the gauntlets on.

There was a pair of armor pieces he couldn’t exactly figure out. They were long, straight pieces of metal, that looked like they were meant to connect to the breastplate. He shrugged and attached them to the back of the breastplate, fumbling with the clasps.

“Bet I look ridiculous,” he commented, finally securing the mysterious pieces. He stood up and walked back to the bathroom to get a look at himself. It took him longer than normal due to the ill-fitting greaves but he managed. He took a look at himself in the mirror and struck a pose. “Yeah, I look pretty dumb.”

He chuckled and reached to pull off the helmet. He paused, the armor refusing to budge. “Huh?” he blinked, tugging at it. He grunted in pain, the helmet sticking to his head like glue. He stopped tugging on the helmet, trying to take off the greaves. Only for them to refuse to move as well. “Get off!” he hissed, gritting his teeth. He sat on the edge of the tub, pulling at the armor with all his strength. Despite his best efforts, it remained on his body.

A sudden, sweltering heat bloomed across his body and in seconds he was covered in sweat. Isaac groaned, sliding down the edge of the tub and letting his head loll upward as the heat overwhelmed him. Reaching an arm out, he fumbled with shower dial, sending a spray of water down on him. Isaac enjoyed a few brief moments of relief before the water started to evaporate when it touched him. Then, he felt an insufferable itching spread through him and making him scratch at his exposed skin.

Panting like a dog, Isaac desperately turned the water temperature down. Again, it offered a moment of respite before the heat reached new highs.

“Come on!” he begged, squirming uncomfortably.

So caught up in his plight, he was barely aware of the fur that was starting to sprout over his body. When he looked down, he noticed the white fur with the barest tint of orange.

“Holy shit!” Isaac cried, resting his hand on his now furry cheek. A twinge of pain ran through his face as the bones cracked and shifted, reforming into a muzzle. He didn’t have time to freak out as a sharp pain went through his forehead. He gripped his temples as something spiraled out of his forehead. Casting his gaze up, he spotted the tip of what appeared to be a horn.

“Dear god, what the fuck is happening to me?” he whimpered, reaching up to touch the horn. It was spiraled, having a groove etched into it. “This is crazy.”

Isaac grunted, a stabbing pain shooting through his feet. The sounds of bones cracking filled the room again as his feet reshaped into what he could only describe as hooves. Dumbly staring at them, he gingerly reached out, touching one. The greaves kept him from touching any skin or hard portion of the hoof, but he felt the outline of its shape. He grimaced, regretting his choice to put on the armor.

The heat only increased, specifically in his chest. His eyes widened, as he started to fill out the breastplate’s empty space. The armor made it hard to gauge the size, but he had to put them above DD’s. He didn’t have time to question what was happening as his waist cinched in, his hips flared out and his ass swelled. When it was done, he was left with a figure that bordered on unreal.

“At least it’s comfortable now...” Isaac muttered numbly, staring at his lower half.

He grunted, the stabbing pain moving to his back. He lied on his stomach, something slowly growing between his shoulder blades. Whatever it was, it slid perfectly into the armor pieces sticking out of his back.

“I-is that it?” he panted out, letting his forehead rest on the bottom of the tub. “Is it over?” He groaned, his lower back starting to tingle. A loud thum graced his ears, followed by the crackling of a fire. He looked up, gaping when he saw that his hair had been replaced by billowing flames. He looked down, seeing a tail made of fire as well.

“Oh go-” he coughed, his throat tingling. “My voice too?” he groaned, hearing a much more feminine voice speaking. “This is just perfect,” he grumbled, his muzzle scrunching up for a moment as he frowned. The heat was still present, though, it didn’t seem to bother him anymore. It actually felt... kinda good.

He reached up, turning the water off. He actually sighed in relief as he felt the full extent of the heat. He pulled himself to his hooves, bracing himself on the tub.

“I think it’s over,” Isaac said, sighing. His relief died as soon as it came as he felt a tingling in his crotch. He looked down with a panicked expression. “Not you too!” He grit his teeth, feeling his dick and balls retracting into his body. Then he felt a shifting. He groaned and clutched his stomach as his insides shifted and changed. When it was done, he no longer had to worry about the armor pinching anymore.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me!” Isaac roared, taking in all the changes. His hair and tail flared up, in response to his anger. Without thinking, he ran a hand through his hair, only to pull it back as soon as it made contact. He then paused, realizing his hair hadn’t felt hot to the touch. “What am I? Ponyta?” He then felt his wings twitch on his back and remembered his horn. “Or a Rapidash with wings I guess.” He shook his head. “So what do I do now?”

Carefully walking out of the bathroom, he stumbled to his bed. Sitting down, he grabbed his phone, quickly dialing his best friend, Steve.

He heard it dial for a few seconds before he heard it connect. “Sup?” Steve asked.

“Steve! I need you to come over to my place!”

“Uhhh…” Isaac heard Steve pull away from the phone. “Lady, who are you and why are you calling from my friend’s phone?”

“Goddamn it, Steve! I need you to get your ass over here!” Isaac seethed, his hair flaring up. “Some weird shit just happened to me!”

“I have no idea who you are, lady,” Steve shot back. “So I have no idea where “here” is.”

“Look, just come to my place. You won’t believe me until you see it.”

“Again, don’t even know who you are,” Steve growled. “How am I supposed to find your place?”

Isaac groaned, facepalming. “Just get your ass to Isaac’s place, okay?” He hung up, tossing the phone onto the bed.

He hung his head, resting his muzzle in his hands. He waited for a while, stewing in his thoughts until he heard a knock at the door. He got up, trudging over to the door to answer it. Throwing it open, he grabbed Steve by the shirt, pulling him in.

“Whoa!” Steve cried, stumbling into the home as Isaac kicked the door closed. “What’s the big id-” The sentence died in his throat as soon as he laid eyes on Isaac. “Holy shit.”

“Yeah, I know.” Isaac frowned, noting the hoof shaped imprint on his door. “That's just great.”

Steve looked back at the door and winced. “Seems like you don’t know your own strength.” He looked back at Isaac and looked him up and down, a look of realization spreading across his face. “Isaac, is that you?”

“Duh,” Isaac replied, rolling his eyes.

“Oh yes, it’s so obvious,” Steve shot back. “Because you’ve always been a giant horse lady with fire hair.”

Isaac glared down at him, coming off as far more intimidating than he intended. “Look, I need your help, Steve. I have no idea what I’m going to do. I can’t exactly go out looking like this.” Isaac’s frowned deepened, noting Steve wasn’t paying attention. “Stop staring at my boobs!”

He snapped to attention, rubbing the back of his head. “Sorry, your eyes are pretty intimidating.”

“They are?” Isaac blinked. “I didn’t notice. Haven’t looked in a mirror.”

“They’re practically gold with slitted pupils,” Steve told him, relaxing. “They’re pretty cool when you’re not glaring to be honest.”

“Ugh...” Isaac slumped, the weight of it all starting to hit him. “What the hell am I supposed to do now?”

“That’s a good question.” Steve said, scratching his chin. “I’d be willing to bring you groceries on a regular basis.” He smirked. “But in return, ya gotta cook for me.”

Isaac crossed his arms. “What? Because I a sex change, you expect me to work in the kitchen?”

“No, more like a fair trade,” Steve retorted. “I buy the groceries,” he pointed at himself, “and you make the meal.” He pointed at Isaac. He then snickered. “Though with your new look, you wouldn’t hear me complain if I found you cooking in nothing but an apron.”

Rolling his eyes, Isaac made his way to the bedroom. “Yeah, I bet you wouldn’t.”

Steve followed him, leaning on the doorframe as Isaac sat on the bed. “So, how did this happen?”

“This armor.” Isaac stood in the middle of the room, gesturing to his body. “I put it on and poof, horse lady.”

“And how did the armor get here?” Steve pressed, raising an eyebrow.

“I have no idea,” Isaac admitted. “It was just in a box on my porch.”

“Can you take it off?” Steve asked. “Maybe that’ll reverse the process.”

Isaac couldn’t help but blush. “I’m not gonna take it off with you watching.”

“Alright, I’ll be in the living room if you need me.” Steve turned and walked away, waving over his shoulder as he slipped out of sight.

Isaac let out a sigh. “Right, gotta get this stuff off.” Raising his hands up, he grasped the helmet, attempting to lift it off.

This time, it slipped off his head effortlessly, causing a wide smile to spread across his face. He quickly tossed it away, making short work of the rest of the armor. He let out a squeal of joy as he was left bare and jumped to his hooves.

“Yes!” he cheered, bouncing up and down. “The damned thing came off!”

“I see,” Steve said, leaning into view, phone in hand.

Isaac blushed and covered himself up with his arms. He then turned to Steve, his mortified expression shifting to bloody murder. “Steve, were you recording me just now with your phone?”

Steve waved the phone in front of him. “Maybe~ You’re a total hottie.” Steve snickered, amused by his pun.

“Okay, now I’ve got two reasons to smack you,” Isaac growled, lunging at Steve with one hand raised to slap him.

Steve spun on his heel, tearing ass down the hall. Isaac rushed after him, stumbling on his hooves every so often.

“Give me that phone you dick!” Isaac boomed, the flames of his hair and tail flaring up again.

“No way! This is going on Tumblr!”

“Over my dead body it is!” Isaac picked up speed, his eyes locked on the phone.

Too busy poking at his phone, Steve tripped over the box. He fell flat on his face, groaning softly. Isaac smirked and sauntered over to Steve. He bent down and grabbed the phone.

“And… deleted.” Isaac tapped the screen, the phone confirming that the file was deleted. With a content sigh, he dropped the phone back into Steve’s hand.

“It totally has a cloud...” Steve grumbled, sitting up, clutching a bloody nose.

“Steve, if I find out my ass gets plastered on the internet, I’ll do things to you that the devil would disapprove of,” Isaac warned, glaring at him as he grabbed a tissue from the coffee table. He knelt down in front of Steve, giving him the tissue. “You’re such a dick.”

“True,” Steve agreed, taking the tissue and pressing it to his nose, “but at least there’s never a dull moment when I’m around.”

Isaac rolled his eyes, sighing. “Well, now you’ve seen me naked.”

“That I have.” Steve nodded. “I’ve gotta say, that armor gave you a killer body. Even if you are a horse lady.”

Isaac gave him a shove, rising to his hooves. He did not, that the box had resealed itself. “Huh?” He picked up the box, noting that it had some heft to it. He tried to open it, only for the tape to refuse to move. “Okay, this is freaky.”

“What?” Steve asked, glancing between him and the box.

“This is the box that the armor came in,” Isaac explained, shaking the box. There was a rattling and clanging of metal within it. “It was empty a few minutes ago.” A thought occurred to him. “Why don’t you open it, Steve?”

Steve shrugged. “Alright.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a swiss army knife. He flipped it open and ran the blade along the tape. He then pulled the flaps open. “There ya go, it’s open.”

Isaac reached inside, fishing around for anything new. He could feel something inside of it, but whenever he went to grab it, it slipped from his fingers. “Alright, whatever's in here is obviously for you.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Steve quirked a brow as he stood up and reached into the box. “That doesn’t make any sense.” He pulled out a powder blue chest piece with a crescent moon between the breasts.
“Looks like another suit of armor,” Isaac pointed out, tapping his knuckle against it.

“So whatever gave you your armor is giving me a set?” Steve questioned, pulling out the rest of the armor. “Well, I’m not putting this on. I like my dick where it is.”

Isaac grinned, a toothy, mischievous grin. “Oh yes you are.”

Steve gulped, backing away slowly. “I-Isaac, don’t you put that shit on me.”

Isaac stepped closer, with Steve suddenly realizing that Isaac was at least two feet taller than him.

“And why not?” Isaac’s hand darted out, grabbing Steve by the wrist.

“Because forcing your best friend to change his gender is wrong?” Steve futily pulled against Isaac’s grasp.

Isaac pulled him closer, gently grabbing his chin. “Has it occurred to you that maybe we’re supposed to be more? A magic box just happens to show up at my door and turns me into this.” Striking a slight pose, he continued. “And offers you the same? That’s more than just a freak act of god.”

“Okay, I haven’t cracked open a bible in a while, but I’m pretty sure that changing people into horse ladies isn’t something that God normally does,” Steve pointed out.

“You know what I meant.” He stepped back, easily ripping Steve’s shirt off.

“I’m not putting the armor on,” Steve grumbled. “If I turn into a horse lady, how the hell am I supposed to get us food. Or go to work for that matter?”

“You worry too much,” Isaac countered, looming over him. “Look at me. I’m strong, sexy, and on fire. Don’t you want to be like that?”

“I’d rather be able to walk around in public,” Steve countered, folding his arms over his chest. “Food isn’t really an optional thing for me.”

“We’ll figure something out.” Isaac grabbed his hand, dragging him back over to the box. “Come on, let’s let the new you out.”

“This isn’t a good idea,” Steve said, looking between the box and Isaac.

Isaac bent down, making sure to give his breasts a jiggle. “Come on now, don’t tell me you aren’t curious?”

Steve tried and failed to not stare at the movement of Isaac’s breasts. “The wings do seem kinda cool,” he grumbled. He picked up the chest piece, staring at it for a moment as he turned it over in his hands.

Isaac moved behind him, breathing in his ear. “That’s what I like to hear. Do you want me to help?”

Steve nodded, holding the chest piece up to Isaac.

Isaac took it, going through the steps of piecing the armor on. Unlike his own, Steve’s armor was much more practical, and covered most of his body. Once They were done putting the armor on, Isaac stepped back to look Steve over.

“So uh... when did you get all, liking this?” Steve asked, looking down at himself.

Isaac crossed his arms. “I’m not, I’m just getting back at you for the recording.”

Steve blinked, his mouth hanging open. “Wait a second, you tricked me into putting this on?”

“I wouldn’t say that.” Isaac grinned. “I do want to see what you look like. And, I’ll admit, it does feel nice like this.”

“Well, not like I can do anything about it now.” Steve hung his head and sighed. “You said that the armor was stuck on you before. Guess I won’t be able to take it off until I’m like you.”

Frowning, Isaac rubbed the back of his head. “Wow, now I just feel like a piece of shit...”

“To be fair, I did just threaten to release a nude vid of you without your permission,” Steve offered. “I kinda had it coming.” A slight chill came over him, worse than the armor against his bare skin. “Sh-shit, why is it so cold all of a sudden?” He hugged himself and started to shiver. He felt his skin prickle, almost like he was being dipped into ice water.

Spots of pitch black fur started to sprout under his armor, inflicting him with an irritating itch. He grunted, his teeth starting to chatter as he scratched at any exposed skin he could find. His body locked up as his face crunched and reformed, giving him a muzzle. Then there was a sharp pain in his forehead and a horn spiraled out.

Dropping to his knees, Steve clutched at his face, drawing in deep, ragged breaths. He grit his teeth, cracking sounds filling the room as his feet changed into hooves.

“Jesus Christ this hurts!” Steve cried, glaring up at Isaac.

Isaac gave him an apologetic look. “It was like this for me too. I’m sorry I got you to put the armor on.”

“W-what comes next?” Steve asked, the chill only growing worse by the second.

“For me it was the boobs,” Isaac answered, pointing at Steve’s chest. “Then the wings, followed by the hips waist and ass. The dick was the last to go.” He pointed at Steve’s corresponding body parts.

“S-sounds fun...” Steve snarked, glancing down at his chest. He shuddered as the chill increased in his chest, watching in interest as he felt them fill the armor out. “I feel like I’m freezing to death.”

“Weird, I felt like I was on fire the entire time,” Isaac said. “Guess you’re not gonna get the fire treatment I did.” He ran a hand through his hair.

Steve let out a gasp as his waist narrowed, and his lower half altered itself. Steve let out a sigh, letting his head hang. “At least the cold doesn’t feel bad anymore.” The relief lasted for all of a second as a stabbing pain went through his back. A pair of wings quickly grew out of the slots in the back of his chestplate, reaching full size in moments. He felt them twitch for a moment, his feathers bristling for a moment. Then the chill spread out to his hair and he caught sight of a blue, starry wisp for a moment.

Isaac walked around him, reaching out to touch the wisp. He hummed in interest as his hand phased through it. “Seems like you have ghost hair.”

“It’s kinda cool,” Steve admitted, glancing up at the hair as it blew in the non-existent breeze in the room. There was a scratching in his throat and he started to cough. “What do I sound like now?”

“Hmm…” Isaac tapped his chin as he tried to think of a good description. “Kinda hard to say, but you’ve definitely got a more feminine voice now. It’s cute.”

“Cute?” Steve questioned, a light blush on his face.

Isaac giggled at the reaction. “Aww, is someone embarrassed by a little compliment?” he teased.

“Shut up!” Steve snapped, his blush deepening.

Isaac giggled like a madman. “Oh you are just precious right now!”

Steve opened his mouth to reply, only to shoot his hands down to his crotch. He let out a breathless cry, squeezing his eyes shut. He groaned as his insides shifted and his dick and balls retracted into his body. When it was all over, he panted to catch his breath.

“Hey.” Isaac knelt down, looking into his eyes. “It’s over now.”

“Ugh, that sucked,” Steve groaned. “Still,” he looked down and took in his new body, “I think I pull off black. What about you?”

“I think you do it quite well, very sexy,” Isaac teased.

“Shut it, bubble butt,” Steve shot back, pointing at Isaac’s bare ass. “Or should I say, Sun Butt?”

“Huh?” Isaac blinked. “What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about the giant suns tattooed on your ass.” Steve chuckled and poked at one of the suns.

“Stop that!” Isaac frowned, slapping Steve’s hand away. “I bet you have moon’s on your butt!”

“Probably,” Steve admitted with a shrug. “My armor does have a moon theme to it.” He rapped his knuckles on his chestplate.

“Well then, we’ll just have to check, won’t we?” Isaac pounced on the unsuspecting Steve, working his helmet off.

“Gah! Get the hell off me!” Steve tried to push Isaac off, only succeeding in making Isaac’s chest shake in his face.

“What? You get to see me naked, but I can’t do the same with you?” Isaac tsked, working Steve’s chestplate off. “That’s just not fair.” Isaac, put the chestplate down looking down at Steve’s bare chest. His new breasts were rather large, though they were smaller than Isaac’s. Isaac moved his hand down, gripping the bottom half of Steve’s armor.

It took a bit of effort to do with one hand, though, in a few minutes the rest of the armor started to come off. Isaac drank in Steve’s bare body before settling on his black rump. There were indeed moons on his ass. Crescent ones with a purple splotch behind them.

With a toothy grin, Isaac grabbed and squeezed Steve’s ass. “Damn, you got a nice ass, Moon Butt.”

Steve let out a gasp, his wings twitching on his back. He quickly composed himself, returning the favor on Isaac. “Nicer than yours. Yours is all flab and no substance.”

Isaac huffed. “You just don’t know quality.”

Steve smirked, slapping Isaac’s ass. “The only quality your ass has is big.”

Raising his hand, Isaac poked at Steve’s breasts. “You’re just mad I got bigger boobs.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Oh yeah, I care so much which one of us has bigger tits. I was content with having none, thank you very much.”

“Oh yeah?” Isaac questioned, giving both mounds a hard squeeze.

Steve moaned, closing his eyes as the unfamiliar sensation caught him off guard. His moan only spurred Isaac onward, grasping Steve’s nipples and giving them a tug. Steve’s moan grew in volume, his wings stiffening beneath him.

Isaac smirked, leaning down to Steve’s ear. “Sounds like someone’s adjusting pretty well to their new body~” he whispered.

“S-shut up...” Steve grumbled, his face a bright red.

“Does that mean you want me to stop?” Isaac threatened to pull his hands away.

“N-no!” Steve shook his head quickly.

“That’s a good girl,” Isaac teased, giving one of Steve’s blue nipples a twist.

Steve squirmed, a deep moan filling the room. Isaac continued to play with Steve’s breasts, sliding down to be eye to eye with him.

“Do you like the new you?” Isaac asked, giving both nipples a quick tug. He blinked as Steve moved his head up, locking lips. After a moment, Isaac closed his eyes and tilted his head into the kiss. Isaac’s hands stopped moving as he slipped his tongue into the kiss. To his surprise, Steve’s teeth had sharpened into fangs. He traced the new teeth with his tongue, pulling Steve closer to him. This caused their chests to press together.

Steve pulled away, panting heavily. “Damn, that's hot...”

Isaac smiled, panting as well. “Yeah, best kiss I’ve had in a long time.” He let a hand rest on Steve’s side, just above his hip.

“You wanna get off the floor?” Steve asked, moving to sit up.

“Thinking about taking this to the bedroom?” Isaac climbed off of Steve, getting to his hooves.

“What do you think?” Steve stood up, wobbling a little. “Ugh, hooves are so weird.”

Isaac put an arm around his waist and pulled him close. “You’ll get used to them. Just shift your weight until you find your center of gravity.”

“Right...” Steve concentrated on his steps, letting Isaac guide him.

When they finally made it to the bedroom, Isaac pulled him into another kiss and fell onto the bed, the two of them landing on their sides.

“You ready to explore?” Isaac gazed into Steve’s eyes. “Cause I know I am.”

Steve nodded. “Yeah, I’m ready. You toying with my boobs made me want more.”

“I can do more than that.” Isaac slid his hand along Steve’s side, moving to his inner thigh.

“I hope we’ll be using more than hands.” Steve smirked and planted both his hands on Isaac’s ass.

“I don’t exactly make a habit of keeping sex toys around,” Isaac pointed out.

Steve chuckled. “We’ve got mouths don’t we? What, have you never eaten out one of your girlfriends?”

“Course I have.” Isaac brushed his fingertips against Steve’s lower lips. “I look forward to hearing your squeals.”

Steve bit his lip and started to knead Isaac’s ass. “Same here. Now stop with all the teasing already.”

Isaac didn’t hesitate, finding and pinching Steve’s clit. Steve let out a low moan, quickly thrusting a finger past Isaac’s folds. Isaac gasped, arching his back.

“Think it’s safe to say we like our new parts.” Steve snickered as he thrust his finger in and out at a slow pace.

“Agreed.” Isaac gave the little nub another pinch before sliding a pair of fingers in.

Steve moaned, his back arching for a moment before pushing another finger into Isaac’s pussy.

“Oh god that's good....” Isaac pulled Steve into another kiss, closing his eyes. Steve eagerly returned it, closing his own eyes. The two’s hands moved in unison, working to bring them to a mutual orgasm. They tilted their heads as they kissed, causing their horns to rub together. They both gasped and pulled away from the kiss as jolts of pleasure shot through their horns.

“What was that?” Isaac asked, trying to compose himself.

“I think it was our horns,” Steve replied, putting a hand on his forehead. “I think they’re sensitive.”

Being hit with a bolt of inspiration, Isaac angled Steve’s head down. Before he could question it, Isaac dragged his tongue along his horn. Steve moaned, his wings starting to stiffen. Steve’s hands wandered as Isaac continued to lick his horn. Eventually, they settled on Isaac’s back and he grasped the base of his wings.

Isaac gasped, his wings beginning to stiffen. He gave Steve’s horn another long lick, closing his eyes. Steve took note of Isaac’s reaction, rubbing and squeezing his wings. Isaac’s wings shot open with a pomf. Steve moved on from the bases, running his hands along the length of the feathery appendages. Isaac shuddered, letting out a stuttering moan. Steve leaned in, kissing and nipping at Isaac’s neck as he massaged the wings.

Not to be outdone, Isaac licked and sucked on Steve;’s horn, pushing him down a little to get to the tip. He wrapped his mouth around it, giving a long, powerful suck.

Steve let out a long moan, squeezing Isaac’s flight muscles as his eyes screwed shut. “By god, that’s fucking great,” he panted out. “Don’t stop.”

Isaac grinned, moving his tongue along the horn’s grooves. Steve let out a shuddering groan, burying his face in Isaac’s shoulder as he played with his wings. Steve gasped, feeling Isaac lightly drag his fangs over his horn.

Not to be outdone, Steve grabbed one of Isaac’s loose feathers, giving it a tug. Isaac gasped, his eyes widening as Steve pulled the feather. Steve pulled it out, letting it flutter to the bed. Isaac let out a long moan, rubbing his thighs together. The fur on his inner thighs was slick with his arousal. Steve pressed him further, tugging on any loose feathers he could find.

Isaac squirmed, his wings locking up under Steve’s touch. Isaac managed to compose himself enough to angle his head and take Steve’s horn in his mouth. He bobbed his head, thrashing his tongue against the appendage.

Steve squeaked, accidently jerking another feather out of Isaac’s wing. Isaac moaned around the horn in his mouth, taking it to the base. He stayed there for a moment, giving himself a moment before giving it a powerful suck and making a slow journey upward. Steve moaned, pressing his legs together. Isaac took that as a sign to continue, bobbing his head as quickly as he could.

Steve threw his head back, letting out a cry as he came, rather hard. Isaac’s eyes widened, feeling a tingle in his mouth that seemed to be coming from Steve’s horn. He pulled away from it, seeing odd sparkles coming from the tip.

“Dude, you just had a horngasm,” Isaac commented, scrunching his muzzle as he tried to get the tingling to stop.

“Amazing...” Steve muttered, his body twitching slightly.

“Yeah, I think I’m starting to really like this new look.” Isaac smiled and reclined on the bed. “Especially if you give my horn the treatment I just gave yours.”

“First...” Steve sat up, a little dazed. “I need some food.”

Isaac got up and stretched, flexing his wings. “I’ll see what I’ve got in the kitchen.” He strode out of the room, making a left turn in the hall and stepping into the kitchen. He opened the refrigerator, scanning its contents. “Think we can still eat meat?”

Steve stepped into the kitchen, still looking slightly disheveled. “We’ve got fangs, so it wouldn’t hurt to try.” Steve grabbed a glass from the cupboard and filled it with tap water.

Isaac nodded. Grabbing some chipped beef, he set about making them some cheesesteaks.

Steve took a long gulp of his water before sitting at the table. He watched Isaac work, a thoughtful expression on his face. “So, what are we going to do for money and getting food?”

“Take over the world?” Isaac offered, standing at the stove.

Steve burst out laughing. “Yeah, if we tried that we’d get a tomahawk missile shoved up our asses before we even took over a city.”

“I think we could,” Isaac argued, rolling his eyes. “Think about it. We could probably run things better than the guys in charge.”

“And how would we do that?” Steve questioned. “We’ve got no weapons, no army and the only self-defense training we have comes from kung fu movies.”

“Well, we have horns right? Maybe we got magic?”

Steve nodded slightly. “Weird sparks did come from my horn a minute ago. But would that be enough to take on armies?”

Isaac shrugged. “We won’t know unless we try. It’s better than just hiding away from the world for the rest of our lives. Unless, you want to go live in the woods with Bigfoot.”

Steve frowned. “No, I don’t want that.” He looked down at the table and sighed. “Okay, let’s ride the crazy train and try to take over the world.” He then looked up at Isaac with a stern look. “But as soon as it looks like we’re in over our heads, we need to stop.”

Isaac smiled at him. “Of course, it’s not like I’m saying we should rush out the door and storm the white house. We gotta plan this out.” He reached into the pantry and pulled out two sub rolls. “Now, what do you want on your cheesesteak?”

“Cheese is fine,” Steve replied, licking his lips.

“Alright, just cheese it is.” Isaac peeled a few slices of cheese and set them to the side. After a few more minutes, he took the meat off the stove and put them on the rolls. He then laid the cheese on the inside of the roll, squeezing it to help them melt. Once he was done, he handed Steve the finished product.

“Thanks.” Steve licked his lips and took a big bite. His eyes lit up and he started to attack his cheesesteak.

“So, do you want to try that box on someone else?”

“Do you think we can find someone interested in becoming like us?” Steve asked, grabbing a napkin and cleaning the corners of his mouth of crumbs.

Isaac took a seat. “I know so.”

Steve nodded, a grin spreading on his face. “Then let’s do it! I wanna see what else that magic box has in store for us.”

Isaac grinned back and the two shared a fist bump. Given enough time, the world would be all theirs.

A Chaotic Development

Isaac tapped his pencil against a notepad. Ever since he and Steve made their proclamation to be conquerors, they'd been stuck on how to actually go about it. Open warfare was a terrible idea. Even if they could overpower a single human, large numbers would prove difficult and drones were a big issue. The damn things flew silently and couldn't be seen by human eyes on a clear day.

Subtlety was going to be key if they wanted any chance of success. Convincing people they were deities would be effective. But the sort of people susceptible to cults were known to be easily militarized.

“Anything?” Steve asked, carrying a pair of mugs over. “Anything at all?”

“The best I got is getting people to believe we're deities,” Isaac replied, taking one of the
mugs. “Subtlety is gonna be our friend.”

“You're just not thinking hard enough,” Steve grunted, slapping his shoulder.

Shooting a flat look at Steve, Isaac put his pencil down. “All I've been doing is think about pthis. This isn't a trip to the grocery store we're planning here.” He drummed his fingers on the page and glanced at the scant notes. “We have to be careful. One misstep and we'll likely wind up dead.”

“Oh come on! We’re totally gods and you’re worried about missiles.”Rolling his eyes, Steve flicked the tip of Isaac’s horn. “Stop worrying so much.”

Narrowing his eyes, Isaac rubbed the tip of his horn. “Okay smart guy, try unleashing some godly powers right now.”

Steve grinned, almost striking a pose. “You only had to ask! While you’ve been in here, doing nerd things, I was trying some things.” A deep blue glow surrounded his horn, conjuring a similar glow around Isaac. Lifting his lover into the air, Steve levitated him around the room. “Tada~”

Isaac made no attempt to struggle, obviously not impressed by the display. “I fail to see how this solves the predicament of not dying a painful, napalmy death.”

“You’re immune to fire! You’d be fine!” Steve argued, moving into the living room. He floated Isaac after him, standing in front of the box. “We just have to use this thing more.”

“I’ve checked the box, it's empty,” Isaac replied, rolling his eyes. “You're not taking this seriously, Steve.”

“And how do you know more stuff won’t appear if you throw someone else at it?” Steve demanded, dropping Isaac onto the couch. “That’s how it worked for me.”

Tapping his chin in thought, Isaac examined the box. “You make a good point. Steve, float over a phone, we're getting some food,” he concluded with a devious smirk.

“Ooh~ I like this idea~” Steve grinned once more, levitating the phone into Isaac’s hand. “Alright then, let's make us an army!”

“Pizza, Thai, Chinese or something else?” Isaac questioned, opening a drawer and displaying several take-out menus. “I’m thinking pizza.”

“Is Indian an option?” Steve asked, picking up one of the menus and skimming it. “Curry would be fine if it has tofu, right?”

“We’re horses, we’re opportunistic carnivores.” Typing in the number, he held a finger up to silenced Steve. This was going to be fun, if of course, the box cooperated.

Nate checked his delivery slip for what felt like the hundredth time. He wiped at his brow, succeeding in pushing his dark hair back under the brim of his ball cap. He approached the front door, hoping that this customer wouldn't gip him on a tip this time. How was he supposed to put himself through school if he kept getting ripped off?

Taking a breath, he reached up and knocked on the door. “Delivery!”

“The door's open!” a woman's voice called out from inside. “I didn't think you'd get here so fast! Can you take a seat while I throw on a robe and grab my wallet?!”

“...Am I being punked?” Nate questioned, hesitantly walking into the home. Pushing the door behind him, he took a look around the home. He was in a living room and nothing looked out of place except for a large box by the coffee table. His worries that he was being lured into some crack den were sated, but he still couldn’t help but feel on edge.

The box, large and rectangular, drew most of his attention. He wasn’t sure why, it was just a box. A nondescript, brown, cardboard box. Stepping closer to it, Nate placed the food on the table. Unable to squash his curiosity, he reached down and pulled the box open.

Inside were a dress and some bits of what looked like a costume. Was the owner of the house a model on Instagram or something? He pulled out part of the costume, revealing it to be a pair of ram horns attached to a headband. On a whim, he pulled off his hat and put on the horns.

“Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi you’re my only hope,” Nate joked, fitting the headband into place. He snickered to himself, pulling out the other pieces to the outfit. In the back of his head he considered stopping, but trying on the other animal parts couldn't hurt, right?

After a few moments, only the dress was left in the box and Nate couldn't help but put his hands on the beak covering his nose. The surreal feeling of going through someone's things bounced around his brain, as did the notion that he was most likely on some kind of porno set. He stopped messing with the costume and listened closely. There was nothing, nothing at all. He couldn't even hear faint sounds from down the hall. If there was a porn crew, they were doing a damn good job of hiding.

“Having fun?” the woman's voice asked, giggling slightly. “I like the horns, very ‘goaty’.”

Nate whipped his head towards the source of the sound and felt his mind screech to a halt. Grinning at him wasn't a woman, but a humanoid horse with white fur and flaming hair. The hair alone was enough to leave him questioning his sanity and sobriety.

“Cat got your tongue?” she asked, walking closer. “I can help with that.”

Nate could only sputter in response, his body wanting to talk on reflex but his brain unable to form any coherent sentences. His legs refused to move correctly, a single step sending him falling into the box. His spine curled in awkwardly, leaving him unable to do little more than flex. Grunting, he tried to split the box apart to make his escape but the cardboard proved to be uncharacteristically resilient.

“Get stuck?” she asked, looming over him. Reaching down, she hauled him to his feet. “There we are! Now, let’s do something with those clothes.” Grabbing his shirt, she tore it off with inhuman strength.

“H-hey, that comes out of my paycheck!” Nate protested, finding his voice as he stared at the tattered ribbons of his uniform.

“You can bill me,” she responded, tearing his pants and boxers off. “There, now you’re ready.”

A crimson blush overtook Nate’s face and his hands instantly covered his crotch. “Listen lady, I don’t know what’s going on, but I don’t want any parts of it.”

“Too late~” she cooed, reaching into the box and retreiving the dress. “Now, if you don’t mind, let’s get you pretty.”

Nate tried to book it away from the horse-woman, but an iron grip on his shoulder kept him from budging. Before he knew it, he was standing in the elaborate dress. “Get this offa me!” he protested, fighting against her.

The horse-woman smirked, letting go of him. “Okay, you can take it off, but that means you’d have to go out naked.”

“Lady, I’m going to call the cops.” Reaching up, he attempted to remove the horns, only to grunt in effort. “What the hell? Did you put glue on these?”

“Oh, I didn’t do anything to those horns,” the horse-woman said, taking a seat on the couch and checking her nails. “Maybe next time you’ll think twice about rummaging through people’s things.”

“Get them off,” Nate said firmly, tugging harder. “I swear to god, I will get a swat team in here, you freak!”

“Now that’s just mean,” she retorted, looking up at him. “And how will you get a swat team when I have your phone.” Her horn lit up and Nate’s phone lifted up from the remains of his pants. “But by all means, keep calling me names.”

Nate grumbled to himself, struggling to think of a way to get his phone away from his captor. He froze in place, his body starting to itch like crazy. His hands moved in a frenzy, going at every piece of skin that he could reach.

“Oooh~ Steve, it’s starting~” the horse woman called, her eyes sparkling.

Nate barely noticed as another horse-woman entered the room, too distracted by his own scratching. “Oh good, I’ve wanted to see this from the other side.” Sitting down next to the other, she hummed. “No armor for him, must mean he’ll be a pretty princess.”

Nate ignored the jab, his hands keeping him busy. On top of the itching, his body started to feel overwhelmingly hot. After what felt like minutes of torture, he noticed something unusual on his neck. He couldn’t be sure, but it felt like a feather.

“The hell is that?” he asked, grabbing it and yanking on it. To his shock, it was a feather, a brilliant pink one. “The hell, am I turning into a damn flamingo?!” he barked, resuming his frantic scratching.

“Oh, is the delivery boy turning into a birb?” Steve asked, eyeing the feather.

“Well, he’ll also have horns,” Isaac pointed out, eyeing the appendages while the headband seemed to sink into his scalp. “Perhaps something chimerical?”

“The fuck did you do to me!?” Nate shouted, staring down at himself in horror.

“What I did?” Isaac questioned, feigning ignorance. “You’re the one who put on the costume. What’s happening to you is all because of what you did.”

“You must really have wanted to not be human,” Steve added, nodding sagely.

Nate glared, pulling out a few more feathers. “You made me wear this godamn thin-” His stance wobbled, nearly making him fall over. The skin on his legs thickened, taking on the same scaley features one would find on a birds. His feet changed as well, his toes shifting until only two remained. He gaped at the change, the shock landing the killing blow on his balance and he felt himself fall back onto his rear. The impact was cushioned, though it didn’t seem like it was done by the thin layer of carpeting.

“Seems he’s enjoying himself,” Steve pointed out, eyes locked on the erection tenting Nate’s dress. “Should we give him some attention?”

“Stay away from me!” Nate snapped, glaring up at Steve. “If you touch me, I’ll defend myself!”

Steve rose over, making sure her breasts jiggled with every step. “You sure about that? Your little friend might just disappear soon. This could be your last chance~”

“Bite me,” Nate spat, hiding his erection from her view. He grunted as his arms glowed blue and were forced above his head. “Let me go!”

“What?” Steve started, leaning in close to Nate’s face. “I’m just doing what you asked.” Moving in, she wrapped her lips around Nate’s neck and nibbled at the sensitive skin. “Hehe, you’ve got goosebumps.”

“Th-that’s feathers forming,” Nate replied, holding back a groan.

“And what about this?” Moving a hand, she slide it up along Nate’s leg and soon wrapped it around his throbbing dick. “Seems like you’re enjoying this.”

“I’m itching and growing feathers, what’s there to enjoy?” Nate asked, tensing up at the hand on his dick.

“A lot.” Steve squeezed, giggling as he moaned. “Come on, don’t you want to go out with a...bang?”

“Do I really have a choice?” Nate huffed, the itching spreading to the top of his head. “You’ve been taking what you want anyway.”

“Don’t worry, Birdy, we’ll have a lot of fun~” Moving her hand, Steve stole a long kiss from him. “Hmm... that’s more than a little awkward with a beak.” She changed her approach, pursing her lips more to not slip her mouth over the small beak.

Nate snapped at her, catching her bottom lip. He blinked, realizing he had moved the beak instead of the mouth that was supposed to be under it. He tested it, opening and closing the hinges of it slowly. Sure enough, there was no trace of his lips left.

“Polly want a cracker?” Steve teased, looking down at him.

Nate shot her a flat look. He'd have swatted her upside the head, but his arms were still restrained. “Real clever. What's next, a knock knock joke?”

Steve pouted, gently clamping her free hand over Nate’s beak. “Keep that up, Birb, and I’ll blue ball you.”

Nate rolled his eyes but made no attempt to speak. He was half convinced this was a fucked up dream, his thoughts bouncing between rage, confusion, horror and lust. Nate had to fight back a shiver as Steve stroked and squeezed his dick through the dress. Leaning into the hope of it being a dream, he rolled his hips in an attempt to increase his pleasure.

“There we go~” Steve cooed, releasing his beak. “Come on, Izzy. Let’s show him how good this’ll be.”

Isaac smiled, and got up from the couch. “Sure thing. And call me Izzy from now on, it's so much more fitting for the new me.” She placed her hands on Nate’s chest, grabbing at his pecs. Kneading the muscles like they were dough, she hummed in thought. “Hmm, light tone. Someone just started working out recently.”

“Too bad they’ll be squishy soon,” Steve said, pulling Nate’s dress up. She watched with glee as his hips swelled out. “What a pretty birb you’re turning into.”

Nate ignored the comments, squeezing his eyes shut. Faintly, he could feel something sprouting from the small of his back. “The hell is that?”

Steve hiked the dress up more and leaned around to take a look. “You've got tail feathers. Nice ones too. They look real good over that ass.” She grabbed a cheek for emphasis. “Mmm, that's plumped out nicely by the way.”

“Looks like he’s keeping his hair,” Izzy said, running a hand through Nate’s hair. As she spoke, his chair shifted colors, now containing pink, purple and yellow. “Like I said, pretty princess.”

“I think we've given him enough time.” Steve returned her hand to the changing man's dick. “Want me to give this little guy attention?”

“F-fine,” Nate huffed, his breathing starting to get heavy.

Grinning, Steve pulled her clothes off and tossed them to the corner. Putting her hand on his shaft, she slowly impaled herself on his cock. “Mm...that’s a good feeling~” Winking at him, she started to move up and down. She kept her moves tortuously slow, wanting to force him to admit his enjoyment.

“You bitch!” Nate moaned, bucking his hips.

“What's wrong?” Steve questioned innocently, planting one hand on his chest and using the other to cradle his balls. “Isn't this nice?”

Nate's eyes widened, realizing what she wanted. Not wanting to admit defeat, his head shot forward and he gave one of her nipples a nip. Pleased with the sharp gasp Steve emitted, he trapped the nipple in his beak. He tugged on the sensitive flesh and made sure to bat his tongue against it. To his enragement, Steve let out a mixture of a taunting laugh and a moan. This only encouraged him to buck even harder against his captor.

“That’s right, Birb. Show me how much you like it,” Steve cooed, winking down at him.

Nate growled, hating everything about the woman above him. He wanted nothing more than to wipe the smirk off her face. He wriggled his hands, trying to free them from their magical prison.

The magic held strong, moving against it felt like trying to pull against tar. This did nothing to stop the changing man, his rage encouraging his limbs to pull even harder. Tugging harder, he flexed and squirmed his fingers. The sensation was odd, almost like he was encased in warm gelatin, but obviously with more hold to it.

“Try all you want, you can’t get away.” Steve winked, nibbling the top of Nate’s head.

"Forgive me if I don't listen," he spat back, continuing his struggle. A strange compulsion ticked at the back of his mind. Moving the fingers on his dominant hand, they met in a snap. His eyes lit up, seeing Steve trapped in a covering of bondage gear.

Nate laughed, regarding Steve with mirth filled eyes. "Well, that's certainly a good look for you.”

Steve muttered behind a ball gag, trying to free her trapped wings. She glanced over at Isaac, her eyes begging for her help.

Izzy for her part was bowled over in laughter, greedily drinking in Steve's new attire.

“And why are you laughing?” Nate snapped his fingers again. He was met with the glorious sight of Isaac being molested by tentacles.

Izzy groaned, the slimy appendages driving deep into her. “H-how are you doing that?” she managed to get out before one slid into her mouth.

"No idea, but I'mma keep doing it and see what else happens," Nate replied, snapping his fingers again. To his delight, a paddle appeared behind Steve and started spanking her mercilessly on its own. “How’s that for enjoying it, horse?” Even though his hands were bound, it was pretty evident to all parties who was in charge. He stopped his thrusting and smirked at Steve. "Alright, if you want this to keep going, you'd better get to work. Ride, horsie."

Steve snorted, starting to move her hips. Her constricted breasts rubbed against their bindings, drawing a muffled moan from her.

Nate sighed in contentment, relaxing while she slowly bounced on his lap. "You know, now that you're not talking, you're pretty cute," he teased. “Don’t you agree, Ponyta?”

Izzy didn't say anything, not that she could given the tentacle tickling her tonsils. Doing her best to ignore him, she relaxed her body to avoid getting marks left on her body from the limbs suspending her in the air.

Snickering, Nate arched his back. “Mmm... You were right this is nice~ And here I was putting up a fuss.”

Steve grumbled around her gag, irritation welling up within her.

“What was that? I couldn’t hear you over the sound of your phat ass jiggling,” Nate teased, snickering.

Steve was about to offer a useless retort when the paddle came down particularly hard across her ass. She gasped in pain-tinted pleasure, her body locking up, sent her crashing down on Nate's lap and impaling her twat on his cock.

Nate moaned, his tongue hanging out of his beak. “That’s it... give me an explosive send off.”

Steve took a moment to recover, but ultimately complied. She resumed her thrusting, bouncing as fast as her leg muscles would allow. Her own climax built, brought on by her restrictions and the abuse of her ass. She hated to admit it, but being at the mercy of another was thrilling. She did her best to hide her moans, but they came nevertheless.

“That’s it... that’s it~~” A songbird like call passed Nate’s beak as he hilted inside of Steve. The ecstasy of orgasm came over him, as did the final touch of his transformation.

Steve belted out a moan of her own, her pussy gripping onto his dick as if it was desperate that it would leave. She milked him for all it was worth, even as he retreated from her insides. When her orgasm finally tapered out, she went limp against him and released Nate from her magic.

“Good girl...” Nate trilled, pulling his hands to his chest. He sighed in content, rubbing his wrists. “That’s much better. Was it good for you?” Snickering, he made quick work of the ball gag. "There, now you can properly answer."

“Oh... you suck!” Steve hissed, panting heavily. “Now get this stuff off me!”

"Let me see if I can," Nate said, snapping his talons. Bondage gear vanished, leaving Steve as naked as she had been. “There, happy now, Horsey?”

Steve grumbled, rubbing her sore ass. "That's better. Looks like you're adjusting to the new you."

Sitting up, Nate clicked his beak. “I guess it’s not that bad...” Standing up, Nate smoothed out his dress. Snapping his fingers again, this time summoning a full body mirror. Standing there, gazing at his new form, pride welled in his chest. Self-Confidence washed over him, only growing as his gaze lingered. "Hmm, I think the feathers are a good look. And I have a better grasp on my new powers."

Glancing back at the others, ideas formed in his mind. Taking a seat on the couch, Nate dismissed the tentacles holding Isaac. “Now then. You turned me into this, I’d like to know why.”

"I was given this box by someone or some thing," Izzy explained once she caught her breath, gesturing to the box. "It turned us into who we are now, just like you. We wanted to know if it would change anybody else."

“And you just decided to change me?” Nate narrowed his eyes, tapping his fingers on his knee. He didn’t want to go back, not now. Perhaps that was some part of the transformation, a change in his mindset. It didn’t matter. What did matter was his lack of consent. "I'm going to have to punish you for doing this without my go ahead." He drummed his talons on his knee, thinking.

Izzy snorted, her mane starting to flicker erratically. “Oh go ahead and try, Polly. We’ve been like this longer than you have. If you think you can just boss us around, you have another thing coming.”

Nate smiled sweetly again, snapping his fingers. In an instant, a bucket of water appeared over Isaac’s head and doused her mane. “I think I’ve proved my point. Unless you want another visit from Mr.Octopus?”

Izzy growled, but didn’t want to deal with that again. Her mane burst back into existence, crackling loudly. “Just get on with it.”

“I’m still thinking of a good punishment,” Nate answered, clicking his beak. Snapping his talons, the two were tied to chairs and feathers tickled at various spots on their bodies. “That’s a good start, at least.”

The two mares belted out laughing, cursing at Nate between breaths.

“Anything else you two want to tell me?” Nate questioned, watching them with no small amusement. “Anything at all?”

“W-we turned you into this because we plan on taking over the world,” Steve answered, unable to keep herself composed.

Izzy’s mane and tail flared and flickered, reacting to her thrashing. “B-better us than anyone else.”

“You two really are idiots,” Nate commented, smirking. “Are you two children? Taking over the world makes you sound like cheesy villains. Do you even have a plan?”

“C-can’t think... Too much laughing...” Steve threw her head back, unable to keep her focus.

Satisfied with their torment, Nate snapped his fingers and freed them. “Now, plans. Do you have any?”

“We’ve been working on one,” Izzy relented, pausing to glare at Steve. “I have anyway.”

“And what is it?” Nate pressed, gesturing for her to continue. “Come on, come on. You were nice and chatty before. Bird got your tongue?”

“There’s nothing concrete,” Izzy continued, clicking his tongue. “I just know that we have to slowly gather up what we need or else any direct action taken against us would likely kill us.”

Nate nodded, leaning back in his seat. It was silly, insane, and more than a little stupid. That didn’t stop the idea from pricking his interest. Gazing at the box in the middle of the room, his beak contorted into a smirk.

“We just need more members, girls. If that thing can create more people like me, then no one can kill us.”

“It seems to make everyone different,” Steve pointed out, indicating the three of them. “We have powers, but ours aren’t under control like yours.”

“Not that we’ve really been able to practice,” Izzy added, running a hand over her body. “We’d stand out worse than bigfoot.”

“True, but I might be able to help disguise us.” Nate grinned and snapped her fingers. The effects were immediate. Nate himself now appeared as a darker skinned, human woman, though kept his hair colors.

Izzy was now a woman with flawless pale skin and flowing red hair. Steven had become a bronze skinned, dark haired beauty.

“Damn.” Izzy whistled, posing in front of the mirror. “I look hot~”

“As if I want to be seen with ugly people,” Nate scoffed, flipping his hair. “Now then, ladies, let’s get that plan started, shall we?”

“I’m just glad we’ll be able to go out again,” Steve said, admiring himself for a moment in the mirror. “I’ve been getting stir crazy.”

The three gathered around the table, brimming with possibilities. Nate was besides himself. This morning he was just some poor delivery guy. Always putting up with people’s shit, doing whatever the customer and his boss wanted. Now? Now he had the power, and he was going to use it.