Harmonic Transitions

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.