Harmonic Transitions

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.