Strange Cave
6am

Everything hurt. Things were sore that should not have been sore. It was like he had run a marathon the day before and not bothered to cool down. He was cold, uncomfortable and most definitely not his bed.

‘Christ, what did I get up to last night? This is the worst hangover I’ve had since I was a teenager…’ Stuart thought to himself.

Last night came back in spics and spates. Him driving home still completely sober. The landslide. The cave.

‘The cave!’ He started, his eyes snapping open, wincing as he discovered a headache that hovered just below his conscience. He looked about, expecting the glow of the pool… only to find that it was no longer lit. It was dark in the cave, save a small sliver of morning sunlight that was making its way in from the entrance above. ‘Just how long was I out?’ he wondered, glancing around his immediate vicinity.

The cave looked as it did last night, save the shallow pool was now just that, nothing more than a dirty leaf filled pool with a root strangely growing from its centre. There was no glowing orb, and no mystic light whatsoever.

‘Yeah, because that bloody thing decided to cave my chest in,' he thought absently, reaching for the point where it had struck him last night. Only something stopped him from reaching it.

A soft something which felt like it was attached to chest.

“What the fuck!” he exclaimed, his eyes widening at the sound of his now softer and feminine voice.

On instinct, his hands flew to his mouth to cover it, once again coming up short as they met his face much sooner than they should have. It was like his face was longer… and covered in fur. Remembering his earlier discovery, he slowly looked down. His eyes crossed, first landing on an orange… nose?

‘Nope, waaay too big for that…’ Before shifting his gaze down to his chest.

‘Preeeetty sure I didn’t have those last night,’ he groused, his hands coming up and cupping the large mounds on his chest.

Flinching away almost immediately, his cheeks burned as his eyes widened in realisation.

“Yep… they’re real,” he commented in a lilting voice. Stuarts protruding snout scrunched up at the sound of his voice, triggering another discovery as he felt his sensitive new ears flick around atop his head.

He reached up to touch them and found they were long and downy soft, and able to swivel in almost any direction. Letting his hands fall, they knocked softly on a hard protrusion on the way down, causing a brief stab of pain.

His first thoughts were ‘Holy crap, I’ve got something lodged in my skull!’as he gently probed around its base to see what the damage was.

His initial worry soon proved false as the soft skin and light hair around it transitioned flawlessly from furred flesh to… horn?

“I have a friggin’ horn!?!” he panicked, coming out in a feminine squeal. And hair! A lot more that he was used to having… and for some reason it was blue…?

“Nooooo…” came an icy gasp, his every other thought coming to a complete standstill.

Stuart squirmed up in a seated position, fumbling with his jeans. They were much tighter than he remembered, adding to his rapidly increasing panic attack. Finally releasing the button, his hand was thrust down the front of his pants before he froze still.

Letting out a less than masculine ‘Eep,’ Stuart slowly drew out his hand and looked in his palm as if it would hold the answer to his missing genitalia. His hand too was orange and covered in fur, but that meant little to him as he tried to process what had happened to him.

He had been blasted in the chest by a weird glowing thing, had passed out, and was now covered in fur. He had some sort of horn, animal ears, and a… muzzle.

'Oh, and tits and a vagina. Can’t forget that…'

His emotions began to build up, overflowing in a way that was completely foreign to him. Pressure built up behind his eyes and he let out a choking sob. Stuart’s vision began to blur, his new muzzle scrunching once again as his eyes squeezed shut. and he let out a desperate cry.

“I don’ wanna be a girly freak...!” he sobbed childishly, throwing his head back and letting the tears run freely.

Suddenly, he could feel a pressure in his forehead, right below the horn that jutted forward from it. His tightly closed eyes blinked open and his tears were briefly put on hold as he glanced up at the bright glow of his new horn.

Letting out a sniff, he blinked up at the blue glow a second time. The light continued to glow brighter, the force of it beginning to create a dull ache at the base of his horn. It suddenly flashed blindingly, engulfing his whole body and making him feel lighter than he ever thought possible.

Just as soon as the light appeared, it was gone again; save a single glowing mote hovering at face level. The glowing light drifted its way back over to its living pedestal, hovered for a moment, and drew itself into the roots.

Stuart blinked once or twice at the empty vessel, before patting himself down to make sure that no other changes had taken place. Thankfully, they had, and he was himself again! With a triumphant cry his hands made their way over his body once more, before reaching back down to reconfirm his masculinity. Never before had he felt so happy to be touching himself in private.

Still quite stiff and sore, Stuart refastened his pants and fetched his flashlight from where it fell, its batteries now drained. Awkwardly crawling from where he sat, he couldn’t clamber out of the small cave fast enough. Scrambling up the slope, he tried to make as much distance between the cave and himself as he could. He was exhausted by the time he made the fence, and laboured his way over.

Finally feeling a sense of security with an albeit somewhat notional barrier between himself and the small cave, he sighed and made his way stiffly around the side of the house and let himself in. His first stop was his en-suite bathroom, where he could confirm that he was still himself.

Happy to be free from additional features, Stuart took note of his dishevelled appearance. He was cold to the bone, hungry, and still in a mild state of shock. Hungry he could deal with later, but for now, a shower was in order. He turned on the water and let it warm. Slowly stripping his sodden clothing, Stuarts mind was full of doubt.

‘Was it real? Did it really just happen or was it all just some shock induced hallucination?’ Stuart thought, and shook his head.

No. Shower first, self-doubt later. Adjusting the flow, he stepped into the stream and let the hot water do its thing. He scrubbed the dirt from his hands and out of his hair, before just standing in the stream and letting his mind wander. The logical part of his brain kicked in and he started to examine the facts. No, he really had been a girl. With fur. And a horn.

That wasn’t something that should just happen out of the blue. The obvious conclusion was it had something to do with the magical ball of energy that decided to thump him in the chest. He massaged the spot it hit, a small smile forming from the memory of what happened last time he had tried to trace that spot.

Strangely, and in hindsight, it really didn’t seem to bother him as much as he thought it would. In fact, it was kinda nice. Stuart smirked. In fact, now that he thought about it, it could have been kind of fun. The longer he thought about it, the more it seemed to appeal to him.

Without the shock of having been blasted in chest and waking up in a strange place, and not to mention being in a completely new body, experiencing something like that again didn’t sound so bad. If he could change back again, of course.

He then felt it, that pressure in his forehead again. He startled in shock, almost slipping on the wet tile before the sensation just as suddenly ceased. He stood there panting as he braced himself within the glass confines of the shower and let his rapid breathing and heart rate calm.

He leaned back against the tiled wall of the stall and tilted his head back as the shower continued to stream above.

‘Could he do it again?’ he pondered. ‘SHOULD he...?’

Regarding his faint reflection on the steamy glass door opposite, Stuart felt his skin blush at the thought. Closing his eyes, he once again concentrated on the feeling at the front of his skull. It began again, and this time he let it run its course.

A sparkling blue light washed over him, causing his skin to tingle pleasantly. Opening his eyes, he held up his hand and watched as it became more refined and supple, silky soft orange fur making its way across his arms and onto his hands. It began to creep up his neck and he let out a low moan.

‘God, why does this feel so… GOOD!?!’ came the thought unbidden, as the hair on his head began to grow out, light blue overtaking his natural brown, with much lighter blue streaks making their way through it.

His ears began to tingle softly, sending a shiver down his spine as they started grow longer and gain a velvety orange coat. His pointed ears slowly began to creep their way up his scalp, through his lengthening hair.

A similar sensation suddenly came from his nipples, the warm water pelting against them causing his back to arch as he gasped and quickly crossed his hands over them. He could feel them becoming plump and soft as the fur made its way down and began to cover them, somehow making them even softer to the touch.

Letting out another pleasurable moan, the pressure in his forehead moved out and away from his scalp as an orange horn peeked out from between his blue locks. As it began to gain length, so too did his face, stretching into a short blunt muzzle.

He glanced down over his new face to his soft furred breasts, arms now crossed below them making them look larger than they first appeared. Stuart felt his organs begin to shift as his waist slimmed, creating the illusion of an hour-glass. A sliding sensation from his rear caused his smile to increase as he felt his hips widen against the slick tiled wall of the shower.

Stuart began to feel that she should be a little more concerned about these changes as they slowly progressed, but concern was far from what she was feeling right now. With a gasp, Stuart’s eyes widened as her spine felt like it was stretching, lengthening in a way that should have been impossible.

“Mmmmn…” came the husky sound from deep within her throat as she leaned forward, placing her hands on her knees and letting the protrusion grow out. She hadn’t noticed it last time, but she had a tail; and it was growing in long strands that were the same colours as her hair. It began to fill out before becoming soaked by the warm water. Despite the water, it still appeared full bodied, like that of a horse?

Stuart’s current train of thought was derailed by the fact she now had a clear view between her legs. She gave a giggle when she noticed she had missed one of the most dramatic changes of all. Where her penis had been was now a narrow cleft in her fur, a small tuft of orange marking its position and a slight parting of the fur where her new sex lay.

The new discovery was once again waylaid as she gave a short hitching intake of breath before almost toppling forward, her legs giving a crack as her bones reformed and her feet began to change, becoming something else entirely. It wasn’t an unpleasant sensation, more like cracking her joints when she felt stiff or cramped.

Standing upright she gave a small sigh. ‘Finally…’ she thought, ‘Am I… done...?’.

The pressure had stopped from her horn, so it was safe to assume so. Turning off the shower, she stepped out of the glass doors and onto the mat, leaning forward and using a furred forearm to wipe the mirror free of the steam that the fans had yet to ventilate from room.

The creature that looked back at her was definitely female. Aside from the obvious, she had a slight frame and delicate features, with large expressive teal eyes that, while much bigger than her previous ones, matched her new visage perfectly. Her hair was light blue with lighter streaks that ended just past her shoulders, and a short spiralling horn peeked out of her forehead.

And her figure was… amazing! Stuart considered himself a bit of a hit with the ladies. He had never met the right girl, but the eligibility of his bachelorhood was well known. He felt some pride in knowing he had some smoking hot girls come his way, but damn, if she was reading the slack jaw and somewhat tingling red cheeks of her reflection right, she was HOT! You know, for an orange horse thing…

She had a long blue tail in the same shades as her hair, and her legs ended in… stumps? ~Hooves~. Right… hooves. Stuart shook her head. Of course they were hooves.

Grabbing a towel from the hanger, Stuart began to try and dry off. She quickly discovered that one towel wasn’t going to cut it, the first becoming soaked quite rapidly. She reached for another getting more of the dripping water from her fur but quickly soaking that towel as well. Realising that she was fighting a battle of attrition, she leaned down and opened the doors of the cabinet under the basin.

A cheap hair dryer was left here by one of his former girlfriends that had decided that two weeks together meant that she could basically move in. It hadn’t worked out…

On the bright side, she could now put it to good use. Plugging it into the wall, Stuart began to run it over her hair ~Mane~ …mane, fluffing it up from the inside out. She let the warm air add volume to her striped blue mane before turning it on her fur. Somewhat happy with her efforts, she sat on the closed toilet seat and applied the same technique to her tail, letting it fluff out.

Once she was satisfied, she stood and regarded herself in the mirror. She was some kind of… Horse? ~Pony~. Pony, she was a pony. With a horn, sooo… ~Unicorn~. She was a… Unicorn?

‘Huh. Well that made… sense?’ she thought with a tilt of her head. She was a unicorn pony… thing. She was sure there was a better term for a half human / half pony, but the correct terminology escaped her.

Her stomach took the opportunity to made its protests known by growling loudly, bringing an end to her internal reflection and reminding her that she was starving!

She smiled one last time at her reflection and turned with a flick of her tail at the departing image. Walking out of the en-suite bathroom and into the bedroom, she opened the top drawer of her wooden chest only to realise that she no longer had the gear to go with the tackle.

A sly smile made its way across her face as she turned and went over to the closet off to her right. Inside at the bottom was a calico bag that contained other miscellaneous items that had been left behind by some of his ex-partners. Collecting the bag by its handles, she tipped the contents over the bed and began to sort through them.

Most of the underwear looked too small, so she settled on the largest set and slid them over her thighs. They were a little tight around the hips, but settled nicely against her crotch. They did seem kind of flimsy, ‘But then they didn’t have to hold much,’ she thought to herself, glancing down at the smooth line made by the underwear.

The one or two bras amongst the bunch were never going to fit. It wasn’t that her breasts were that large, probably a C at best, but the fur made a big difference. They would never get around her chest, so they were tossed aside. Left without much option, she shrugged and went and picked out a plain black t-shirt from the second draw down, pulling it down over her head.

The tight black fabric accentuated her nipples in a way that her fur hid, and with a small smile she lifted her arms up and stretched. Taking in the sight in the full-length mirror off the side of the closet, she lidded her eyes and posed a few different angles with her arms still above her head, causing the shirt to ride high and expose her tight black underwear.

“Damn girl, you are one sexy filly,” she breathed huskily, before breaking into laughter. It had a ringing quality to it she liked, and she gave a grin at the thought of hearing it again.

A quick and cursory measure holding a set of pants against her hips was enough to confirm her old pants were never going to fit over her thighs and much rounder ass. This somehow garnered a sense of pride and self-assurance as she returned the pants to the hanger and resolved she would just have to go pantless for the time being.

With a twirl of her hooves she headed back down the hall to the kitchen, her thighs swaying a little extra and letting her tail join in.

~If you’ve got it, filly, flaunt it~.

Stuart blinked as she came to a halt. Huh, that was weird. She shook her head as she entered the kitchen. ‘Now, what do orange unicorn ponies eat for breakfast…?’

Author's Note

Ok. So, first two Chapters up. These are MASSIVELY cut down from what they were. I've got a fair buffer on the story as it stands, but not as big as I had first wanted.

Updates should be weekly, and pretty consistent (fingers crossed).

I went ahead and launched anyway as a bit of a motivation thing for myself. I was getting too tied up in editing and not producing enough story. The end product was quickly becoming overproduced and wordy.

In other words boring.

This story is probably not going where you think it is. It probably not going where I think it is at this stage

But seriously, I've got a whole lot of story here, and if you like what you see so far, hang about I guess? This is a new thing I'm giving a go (this whole writing thing) so I may not always know what I am doing, but it'll be a laugh giving it a red hot go!!!

So comment away! If it sucks let me know why, if you like it or I have caught your attention, let me know that too!