Harmonic Transitions

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.