Dayson ignored the rest of the objects as they fell to the ground. Instead, he focused on Becky… who looked extremely confused. She yanked her hand out of her pants and blushed furiously… though now that he knew where to look, he could still see the lust in her eyes.

“D-Dayson?” Becky murmured. “W-what happened? I feel… I feel strange.”

Her lust rose. He could feel it. In fact, it was almost impossible not to feel it. He wanted… he wanted… he wanted to go out right now, find some stunning green-haired girl and shove them between her legs. Then she wanted a blonde and a redhead on each tit, suckling away just like that time when she’d volunteered for the Timberwolves frat party ‘entertainment.’

She could still remember screaming so loud that a few guys had actually cum on the spot watching them.

It made her wan—

Dayson blinked and managed to break free from Becky’s fantasy. He’d have to be careful… getting lost in that could end up having weird side effects…

Or really incredible ones, a piece of him said.

He licked his lips.

“Dayson?” Becky asked again, her voice filled with heat. “What…”

Goddess, I want her so bad right now…

It was so tempting to fill her with lust until she burst, but he wasn’t about to do that. No, he would never do anything like that. Anyway, something in the back of his mind growled at the idea and he shivered as a wave of cold rushed over him.

Not acceptable, the voice said. You are not permitted such things.

Dayson swallowed… and tried another tactics.

“Becky…” Dayson whispered. “I know you’ve always turned me down… saying I wasn’t your type… but…”

Becky stared at him, looking totally lost… until her eyes drifted to the bracelet on his wrist.

“That… that’s the sign of the island on that band!” Becky gasped. “No… it can’t be… it can’t be the actual Band of Lethne.”

Dayson smiled and pointed at the book. “See for yourself.”

The temptation to use the band was strong—he could still feel her fantasies—but something blocked him as Becky fetched the book.

The moment she touched it, a little spark of pink rushed up her arm and into her chest. She yelped in surprise, stared at him and her eyes glowed pink for just a second.

“You… you have the actual Band of Lethne,” she whispered in complete and total awe. She looked at him as if he were some sort of prophet.

Dayson nodded. He didn’t know how, but he knew that he did have the actual Band connected to the Eris’s power. The very one that Ran’ethal had used to spread the Eris’s blessing to her people.

“Can… can you use it?” Her voice was barely audible over the sound of the storm outside.

“I… I think so?” Dayson said. In reality, there wasn’t a ton of hesitation in him. He was more taken aback by just how hungry Becky looked right then.

Becky bit her lip for a split second before she blurted out, “Use it on me.”

“What?!” Dayson shouted. “You can’t have just said what I think you—”

“I lied!” Becky gasped. “I’ve known this story for years! I’ve been hunting for it for years! That’s why I came here! Yendi is the only one with enough clout to actually get artifacts from the South Pacific!”

“You’re… you’re kidding…”

Becky moaned and took a step forward. She trembled as she spoke. “Tell me the name of the high priestess of Lethne. I didn’t tell you… so the only way you would know is if you’d read this book before—and I know you haven’t—or… you’d seen it.”

“Becky this is crazy—”

“What’s her name?!” Becky shouted.

Dayson reeled back… then remembered that brief touch on her mind.

She’s telling the truth. She wants this. More than anything.

“Ran’ethal.”

Becky’s eyes went wide. She shuddered and moaned lewdly, as if those words alone had driven her to a miniorgasm. Considering how she was acting, Dayson wouldn’t be surprised.

“Use it on me,” Becky whispered again. “Make me like one of the priestesses right now… and I promise you I’ll fuck you until dawn.”

“Here?” Dayson asked.

Becky glanced back at the door. She frowned, rushed over, bolted it shut and then scampered back over to the farthest reaches of the storage room.

A while back, they’d hidden a mat back here for taking the occasional nap. It was right by the window and the glowing lights of the university spread out below them, casting a soft white glow through the rain. The thunder seemed to have moved away.

Dayson followed her to the back and stared at her. She stood in front of the mat, still trembling. She looked ready to drop to her knees and beg.

A strange shiver ran through him at the thought. He blinked and Becky was gone, replaced by the nude Eris standing tall above her. She stared at her… her mistress? No, she served her goddess. But… obviously the Eris deserved her reverence. Had… wait—

She felt the wonderful sensation of another of the Eris’s reality shifts…

“You’ve done such a fantastic job,” the beautiful apparition said. “Such a good girl.”

She gasped as pleasure rushed through her body. She knew she was in danger of being totally addicted to the rush of those two words… but she couldn’t bring herself to care.

“And what do good girls—” she moaned lustfully, the need to pleasure her mistress growing with every second, “—do?”

“Obey,” she whispered. Then she moved forward, slipped her lips over her Mistress’s sex and began to—

Dayson snapped out of the strange sight. Why… why would that vision appear…

“Please…” Becky moaned. “Do you want me to beg?”

“You really want to do this here?” Dayson asked, the need in Becky’s voice bringing him back to the present.

Becky nodded desperately. “Right here. Surrounded by pieces of Lethne.”

The lust he’d bottled inside himself demanded to get out again. He’d been able to keep it intact… but combined with Becky’s own constantly growing lust… not to mention his own… he couldn’t hold it back anymore.

He reached out the hand with the Band around the wrist. He somehow knew exactly what to do. What to do to transform Becky Malsen into the creature she was supposed to be.

He unleashed it and Becky moaned as the pink magic washed over her.

Almost immediately, she began to fondle her tits and pussy right there in the river of magic.

“Oh Dayson! Don’t… oooohhhh!”

The hair changed first. It shifted from a basic blond to a golden yellow, like the color of summer straw. It burst outward, flowing over her shoulders until it was halfway down her back. She ran a hand through it and then fixed her eyes on him again, making it clear what she needed.

Dayson hesitated, shocked at the sheer speed of the transformation.

“More!” Becky begged.

He gave her more.

In a few seconds, her skin began to change as it grew fur. A soft, gentle pink fur. It seemed to course up and down her body and she groaned in pleasure. She tried to undo her pants to get at her sex… only to have the problem solved when the button burst and her hips widened.

“Oh yes… I’m… I’m going to…”

Becky groaned and shuddered as she obviously came right there just as her tits began to swell. Her groaned shifted into squeals of pleasure as her legs buckled, but the power of the magic seemed to keep her upright. Her tongue fell out of her mouth for a second and her eyes rolled into the back of her head.

Her eager pink-furred fingers stroked and groped her growing assets. It didn’t take long for her top to stretch and start to give.

Fabric ripped as it gave way under the magical pressure and for the first time, Dayson saw Becky’s tits in all their glory… well, their new glory…

Dayson blinked when she realized Becky hadn’t been wearing a bra at all.

Dayson just stared at the growing mounds of delicate pink fur and supple flesh. Two soft pink nipples swelled in time with her tits. Her fingers fondled them, her face twitching with every tweak and pull.

“I’ve always… always wanted bigger…” she moaned.

Within the depths of his mind, Dayson knew exactly what Becky should be in this form. He curled his fingers a little and she gasped, her eyes wide and locked onto his.

Only three things now separated her from the vision he’d had of the high priestess.

“Don’t stop…” Becky moaned. “Please… don’t stop…”

Dayson wasn’t sure if he could even if he wanted to. And he didn’t want to.

Dayson cried out briefly as a new surge of power rushed out of him. He felt the lust he’d taken from her funnel back into her as her ears transformed and slipped up the sides of her head, only to grow a bit of fur and settle themselves in her beautiful yellow mane.

Becky’s eyes slid closed as she began to convulse, but Dayson knew it was nothing dangerous. He didn’t know how he knew… but he did.

He focused again and a moment later, the girl’s hips bucked hard and the sound of tearing fabric filled the room. A few seconds later, an enormous golden tail flowed out from behind her.

Now… came the final transformation.

He stepped forward to put the last touch onto h—

Lily knelt before the gorgeous hunk of a stallion and licked her muzzle. With pink furred hands, she gently unzipped him and brought out his stallionhood. She shivered at the sight of it. Has a stallion’s cock ever looked so good as it did right now?

Lily just stared at it for a moment. It make her delicate hand look tiny. Once, she never would have dreamed of doing this. But ever since Day had found that band… she shivered and remembered making the pegasus squeal last night in thanks.

She’d always wanted to be more sexually outgoing. She’d always wanted to do this… but she’d always been a little scared. But now, Day’s new magic had taken away the fear. All the inhibitions were still there, but she had a choice to override them.

Lily decided at that moment that she would be thanking Day for a very long time for this gift.

But for now, she leaned her head forward, opened her muzzle and slipped it over the stallion’s thick cock. Her tongue touched the underside of it… only for her to shiver in delight at the stallion’s groan.

Her muzzle locked around it and she got her first real taste of a stallion’s member—

Dayson blinked again. He hesitated. Maybe… that wasn’t something he should have seen. Who was Lily? For that matter, who was Day? He didn’t even want to think about how erotic the vision still seemed. After all, he’d never had a fantasy about a guy in his life.

“Becky… maybe—” Dayson began.

Becky lunged forward and kissed him hard. Their lips intertwined. Her new tits pressed up against his cotton shirt. Her hands went over his back, fondled his ass and even stroked between his legs.

Then she pulled back and all but glared into his eyes.

“Turn me into a pony,” she demanded.

When she’d said it, he’d still had his hand on her head. Dayson went a little lightheaded as a new surge of magic erupted from him. Becky threw her head back and screamed in delight as a wash of magic passed over her face. It was so blinding—

Another surge of magic erupted out of him and into her body and the world seemed to shake.

Then he blinked the spots away.

Just like that, Becky Malsen had become a… He couldn’t believe it. Right before his eyes, one of his only friends at transformed into an actual ponygirl. A freaking furry. A live one. What’s more… Becky had wings too!

Despite the visions… despite everything… he couldn’t believe it.

Dayson had always thought any real furry would actually be terrifying. Considering how hard he was right now, he reconsidered that position pretty quick. She was actually sexy as hell.

She ran her hands along her body and shivered with delight.

Though he wasn’t using the band anymore, pink magic still swam around them in a cloud.

“Ohh… it’s… it’s wrapping around my mind…” Becky moaned and rubbed at both her tits and her pussy. “You naughty boy… you sexy, fuckable naughty boy… I never told you… this kink…”

“Uhh…”

“Quick!” Becky groaned as she slipped a hand under her shirt. “Turn me bi!”

“Wait… what?”

“If that thing can turn me into this… it can make me bi!” She groaned again as she groped at her tits, biting the lip of her new muzzle. “I’ve always been curious… but I want you to shift me so I can enjoy it all the way.”

As she spoke, he couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to have her new lips around his cock.

“You’re… you’re sure?” Dayson hesitated. He wanted to do it, but just switching someone’s sexuality seemed… weird. Then again, she was asking.

“Dayson,” Becky looked at him with eyes that held absolutely zero hesitation or doubt. “Make me want cock just as much as I want pussy. Make me need your cock! Right now.”

Well, when she asks like that…

He focused on her and gestured, twitching his wrist a little. A bit of magic flowed up her skirt and she gasped. Then, it floated in front of her face like a popsicle… or something else.

With a smile at him, she slowly slipped the rod into her mouth. She shivered in delight, as if she had just tasted something beyond description.

“Oh… I may not even want you to change me back…” Becky moaned as she sucked a finger with all the subtly of a a Siren Sorority Sister on Spring Break. “In fact… I… I… oh!”

Her eyes flashed and she blinked a few times. When she stopped, she stared at him. She stared with a pair of brilliant yellow eyes, quite different from the soft blue ones that had been there a moment ago.

Then, as much as he’d felt the magic rush out of him… he felt magic rush into him. Felt the world around him being reshaped and reformed. Specifically the part of the world that had anything to do with Becky Malsen.

New thoughts flooded into his mind. New memories. New truths.

While he remembered Becky Malsen… he now knew the gorgeous pegasus in front of him wasn’t Becky Malsen.

It was somepony named Lily Winds. She was one of those crazy new western pegasi he’d read about. He’d done research on them when Lily had first joined Yansi’s team. And mostly found a hell of a lot of porn of them.

Which he had enjoyed a lot.

Since she hadn’t been from around here, she’d needed some extra tutoring on some local history classes. Whenever he tutored her, he always got this strange daydream of her kneeling before another lusty western pegasus and burying her sexy muzzle into the other girl’s pussy.

Right? He… he remembered that… after all… wasn’t it—

Lily smiled at him, stepped forward and kissed him hard. Pinned beneath her enormous breasts, he couldn’t do much but kiss her back. Their tongues intertwined—though it was strange making out with somepony with a muzzle—and her hands wandered down his body to his ass before giving him a friendly squeeze.

Then she jerked back, smiling with what could only be called bedroom eyes.

“You know…” Lily said, her voice like liquid chocolate. She sounded totally different from… from… who was he comparing her to again? “My friends always said that fucking a human wasn’t nearly as good as getting taken by a real stallion. Humans tend to be… smaller.”

Dayson flushed as Lily pulled back and stroked the tent in his pants.

He’d been fantasizing about this moment ever since he’d first seen her. He’d wanted to fuck her so many times… but she’d always seemed more interested in mares than stallions—or men.

Then again… hadn’t she just asked him to do something about that? To make her want—

Why is everything so fuzzy?

“But… since you just used that fancy little toy of yours to give me the tits of my dreams…” Lily giggled and squeezed her tits together for him. “Maybe you could use it to give me the cock of my dreams too?”

With that, Lily pulled off her what remained of her schoolgirl’s outfit—since when had she been in that?—leaving her soft, enormous pink tits on display.

“What do you say, big boy?” Lily cooed. “Use a bit of magic on yourself… and you’ll get a free pony ride.”

Dayson didn’t know how to even do that… he wasn’t even sure how he’d transformed… whoever she’d been into… well, apparently he’d only given her bigger tits. Still, when a sex-crazed ponygirl asked for a favor, especially when that favor involved fucking said sex-crazed ponygirl, he’d have to be an idiot to say no.

Dayson knew he wasn’t the smartest guy in the school… but he was smart enough for this.

He stroked himself with his left hand three times before he felt something take root in his crotch. Pink magic swirled around his waist and then flowed into his manhood. He shuddered and moaned as he felt himself growing.

Lily was there in an instant, unzipping his pants and unleashing his manhood with deft, practiced hands.

“Mmm…” Lily said, licking her lips. “I have to admit, usually I’m only for mares, but right now, after giving me a free magic titjob, you deserve your ponyride.”

Dayson stared down at the mammoth object between his legs. He’d always thought he’d been average in size. Now, he was enormous. His… his… stallionhood jutted out with a flared tip and… Dayson couldn’t believe it. He actually had a freaking horse cock.

And right now, he wanted to use it.

Lily seemed to want to use it too.

Seems only fair that they both get what they wanted.

Author's Note

Looks like I needed just a bit more to be okay, so all you wonderful people get TWO chapters! I got some more I'm playing with! Don't worry! If you see any mistakes, let me know with a PM!