Caramel woke up to the familiar face of Little Strongheart, her beautiful brown coat glistening in the late morning light of Saturday. She was snuggled up beside him on the bed, looking up with one adorable violet eye, the other one hidden by a lock of messy blonde hair. He’d spent half of yesterday doing things with this gorgeous woman, none of which required clothes of any kind.

“Sleep well?” Strongheart asked sweetly.

“You have no idea…” Caramel said as he leaned over and squeezed one of her impressive breasts.

Instantly, Strongheart’s eyes crossed as a small stream of milk leaked from her. Buffalo females—they hated being called cows—tended to react to the Spring’s Heat a little differently than pony mares. After drinking himself into a stupor—and a few milk-laced shots—he decided he liked the buffalo way.

“Thirsty already?” she asked.

“I could go for a drink from the most beautiful buffalo in the South,” Caramel smiled, caressing her face.

It still surprised him that the daughter of the Chief of the Buffalo could blush.

“Well, they’re a little low right now…” Strongheart said, her eyes playful as she teased a lock of her hair. “I might need a good rut to get them nice and full.”

“Oh, is that all?” Caramel turned over in bed and propped his head up with an arm. “A good rut, huh?”

“Think so,” she hummed.

“Well… Caramel Nugget does like his lovers happy. How’d you like it?”

Little Strongheart tapped her chin as she considered it, though they both knew what her answer would be.

“From behind, like the animal I am,” she said with a smile.

“That can be arranged,” Caramel grinned as she leaned down to kiss her. They slowly moved toward the edge of the bed and she giggled.

Less than a minute later, as Little Strongheart presented her aching pussy to him, Caramel wondered how in the world he could ever give this up…

By the time Caramel had finished fucking whatever beautiful mare he’d ended up with that morning, Gleaming Shield had been reduced in a panting wreck, moaning and stroking her new heavy EE-cup breasts.

The dildo was still buried inside of her, now thicker and longer due to Gleaming’s sporadic magic into it. She hadn’t dared take it out yesterday except for when absolutely necessary. She suspected today might be just as bad. Orgasm after orgasm crashed through her as the spell sucked every single iota of masculinity from her.

Only problem was she didn’t have much left, so now, it stoked her femininity.

She’d pieced together most of what happened from Shining Armor’s letters to Caramel, which had still been in his bedroom. While she hadn’t been able to see what Caramel had written, it wasn’t hard to figure out.

She thought she was doing pretty well, all things considering. She was holding it together. More or less. She might have opened her bedroom window and toyed with a few stallions who made her do things to make her cum. It helped take the edge off.

Gleaming suspected she’d do it today a lot of if she managed not to break. At the moment, she didn’t care if she was acting like some sort of brothel attraction. She couldn’t trust herself around stallions up close. Every fantasy now involved get getting filled over and over with heat-soothing and foal-making seed.

So, she had to wonder… what would happen when Caramel came home?

She shoved the dildo into herself hard to drive that thought out of her mind. But some piece of her started building a little fantasy. It wouldn’t come true, of course, but she could cum to it all the same.

After Icy Night had gotten her fill—she always loved to be on top—Caramel took a break for some lunch. It was Sunday, the last day. At least, he thought it was. After all, he’d barely left the room. Icy Night’s decision to leave the club open for the weekend had made mares turn out in record numbers. It had reached the point where Icy Night had a stallion stand outside the Spring Room door casting contraceptive spells on any mare wanting to visit him

He must had fucked half of the female population of Appleloosa at this point. He wondered how many mares had turned down the spell. He didn’t dare to use one on himself… who knew how that magic would interact with what he had become?

That spell Shining had used… was beyond belief. Every time he had a mare begging for more, he felt stronger. He’d ended up going five rounds with Silver and Flex again last night before the beautiful pink bartender had claimed him as the one he’d wake up to. She’d been a little odd. She’d actually wanted more cuddling than sex, but it had been a nice change.

Come to think of it, Little Strongheart had come back for the same thing this morning. In fact, Cherry and Strongheart had shared that cuddle for a while. Huh. Maybe… but, nah. That was silly.

He devoured his salad and sandwich, then downed three bottles of water. He knew that in a few hours, he’d have to give this up, or screw over Shining Armor. He wasn’t going to do that. Shining had given him a weekend of endless lust and total debauchery. No, he’d have to find some way to make it up to Shining.

He glanced down and smirked. His stallionhood was still strong and hard. It only slackened when he went down to the dance floor, at least until some mare tried to get some out of him, but Icy Nights had been very clear that she wasn’t going to have an orgy on the dance floor. That’s what the Spring Rooms were for.

Well, soon, it would be over and he’d go back to himself and…

There was a knock at the door. Caramel frowned. His lunch break wasn’t up yet.

“Who is it?”

“Cherry Pop,” said the cheerful but oddly timid voice of the bartender.

“Oh, uh… come in!”

Cherry Pop slipped in and closed the door behind her. She was dressed in a fairly simple sundress. Nothing like what she’d worn for him before. She smiled at him, her eyes big… but there was something in that expression…

“You okay, Cherry?”

“I know who you are, Caramel.”

Caramel froze, his heart stopping in his chest. “You… uh… what?”

“I know who you are,” Cherry said as she slipped over to the table and took the other chair. She reached for his hands and smiled wider.

“You… how?”

Cherry Pop rolled her eyes. “You know, you asked out nearly every mare in Appleloosa before you became this… stud. But you never bothered to ask the help.”

He tried to say something, but nothing came out. He just stared at her. This… this wasn’t happening. Was it?

“Listen, don’t get me wrong, I love this new you. That’s why I wanted you again last night… and this morning. Three times.” She took a breath, the words practically tumbling over each other. “But… I also like the old you. I’m a modern mare, Caramel. I don’t know how you changed, but if it’s staying… I’d love to be part of your herd. I think Little Strongheart’s sweet on you, too. But I thought you should know. Whatever you did, if you have to go back… I’d love a proper date.”

Caramel’s brain—without all the flirting power he’d taken from Shining—finally rebooted and he nodded. “I… uh… okay. I’d… actually really like that.”

“Really?”

Caramel nodded.

“Oh good,” she said, breathing a sigh of relief. “After Wednesday night, I wanted to punch you, I swear and now… well… okay, it’s out in the open. Now… um… You do have to go back, don’t you?”

Caramel nodded again. “In a few hours. Icy’s going to smuggle me out the back.”

“Yeah, I guessed it was something like that. I don’t suppose you’d like to…”

Caramel grinned and pulled her over. She squeaked and ended up in his lap. While she might be in a sweet sundress, it quickly became apparent there was nothing beneath it.

“You naughty mare,” he teased as his hands began to wander.

“I blame you,” she moaned.

“I’m okay with that. Blame me for the next thing, too.”

He tossed her on the bed. She squealed and laughed, then he was on top of her… and for the first time, the look in the mare’s eyes was more than lust.

Author's Note

Little Strongheart was fun to put in here! And did you see Cherry's little confession coming~?

Oh yeah, and that Gleaming mare is crazy. I wonder where Shining went... :3

Let me know about any mistakes in PM, please! Thx! :3