It was his turn to insist. He gently nudged her towards her room and she complied, her cheeks warmed as he nuzzled and pushed at her in slow patient motions. "Ah ain't in no mood fer that. You best not be gettin' the idea that I'll be lickin' that salt rock all the time."

He nudged her forward with his magic, nodding as he went. He would not make her do anything she didn't want to do. Forcing her would be terrible, he decided. That would make her angry, and rightly so. She was his mare, and he cared for his mare. He pat the bed with a hoof when they were in the room, watching her with stoic silence.

She inclined her head at him. "Ah'm gonna trust you, don't mess that up." She leaped up onto the bed and sat on her side, watching him as he was watching her. He climbed up right after her and leaned in, starting to sniff gently over her rump, right about at her cutie mark of falling cherry blossoms.

Her blush became worse as she stretched a little. "What... are ya doin'?" she asked breathlessly, but she wasn't resisting, which was all he concerned himself with. He ran his smooth human nose through her fur, drying a line towards her back end. That close, he could smell her personal scent, floral, cherry blossom? A hint of spice. She was excited, uncertain, he felt sure.

He was looking at her backside, its curious anatomy. He could remember what he was expecting, a human, spirit, human spirit? Were humans spirits? He shook his head, refocusing on the task at hoof. Her pouting lips were ringed with fur, much like the rest of her. They pouted more towards the bottom than the top, creating a teardrop like shape. Her tight ass was an obvious doughnut that protruded outwards more than he remembered it doing on females before.

That was fine. Those were others, but this one. This one was his mare, and special. He didn't hesitate in approaching her equine anatomy, her eyes locked on him. "You don't have to," she noted without conviction. "I'm here for you."

He casually ignored her words, kissing her, lips to lips, but he was kissing the wrong set of lips. He pecked and nibbled at her leathery lips, but they were not made of the tough leather one might have imagined. More like the supple leather of a well-made handbag, they were soft and smooth and jumped when he began to tease them. "O-oh!" she squeaked, her legs wriggling, but her rump remaining where he could reach.

His tongue began to taste, licking gently over her sensitive flesh, cleaning the leaking fluids that brought the hints from before so much more strongly. He could feel himself stiffening, rising to firm fullness, but he wasn't there for that. What his nose was buried in was the point, and he was happy to explore the depths of his lover.

There, her clit, exposed just as her flower blossomed open in a sudden wink. He could see the little bulb and kissed it before things could close up again. She went tense as a steel beam and hissed with surprised rapture. He kept it held between his lips, his tongue teasing over it, though it seemed to be getting easier by the moment. His face was pressing out against her, fur spreading from his hair down over his face, becoming a proper kirin snout. Though he wasn't thinking about it, he was growing a mare's snout, rounded and soft. That was simply how kirin were.

He could feel his tongue altering in subtle ways, developing the ridges and bumps needed for an equine creature to move food around their mouth with the assumption that they had no fingers to help, and the assumption that no fork was present, at least as far as nature was concerned. He pressed the extending tongue into her, pressing into her trembling passage and burying himself in that taste that was growing spicier and more wanting by the moment.

"Fer... cryin'.... out loud," she sighed out, flopping and trembling. "Don't stop... don't..."

Winter nuzzled into her trembling back end, brushing his furry snout against her twitching sex. The inner lips fluttered in open invitation for him, winking wildly as he worked, each punctuated with a little cry from her as she pawed at the bed. Part of him wanted to accept this invitation, to clamber on her and plunge the stiffness between his legs as deep as it could go.

But she had asked him not to, and he would not betray that trust. He was her stallion, as she was his mare. They had to respect one another. That felt obvious to him, and he renewed his attention on exploring the contours of her quivering passage with his altered tongue, savoring every spice he drew from her. He focused on her clit, teasing the sensitive bundle of flesh and preventing it from hiding even as the rest of her opened and shut. She began to cry and shudder, eyes going wide before squeezing shut.

He had to smile, teasing what notes he could produce, the symphony of her delight being produced with his questing tongue. Each yelp and squeal a hint that he had done well, and he was eager to find them all, driving her higher and higher. He hit a sudden top. Her body trembled and she snorted powerfully, flopping in place, hooves twitching a bit as her tongue extended a little. "Oh... wow..."

She had climaxed, and he smiled, drawing back a little and kissing the naked portion of her nethers.

"When... did you learn that?" She weakly reached out a hind leg, softly brushing against his front. "Mmm?" She looked back over her shoulder and hear ears went up. "Oh wow!" She sat up, a little boneless, but her attention locked on him. "Look at you!"

He perked ears he hadn't thought about having, but he had them, great and furry. They were longer than a pony's and curvier as well. They were kirin ears perched atop a kirin's head.

She reached up a hoof as she turned around, brushing one ear, then the other, exploring quietly a moment. "Look at you," she breathlessly repeated. "Yer almost there."

He leaned in, taking advantage of how close her face was to nuzzle her and gently kiss her, finding the proper lips for kissing. She didn't resist and soon he was pressing her back, falling on top of her, his hooves around her and kissing her eagerly.

She wriggled, feeling his throbbing member pinned between them. "Tempting, but... not today."

That was disappointing. It wasn't a hot disappointment, more of a soft casual thing. He wanted to put it inside of her, but it wasn't as if he couldn't do it later. The chance would come, and being a good stallion for his equally good mare took priority over any one-time coupling. He nuzzled up under her chin, her head resting just beside his horn as he went forward and began gently nibbling and licking over her exposed throat.

She let out a soft breath, hugging him close. "You are... lovely. I heard pony stallions get impatient."

That brought him back, sitting up and tilting his head at her. Was he her first? He didn't ask. Speaking the question felt unimportant. He just gave her a questioning look, and she would understand, or not.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" She reached up a hoof behind her head. "I was just complimentin' ya." She reached for his cheeks, cupping them. "Kirins are so soft..." she breathed out, a smile spreading on her face. "Yer like a mare, with fun parts..."

Winter had a hard time envisioning himself that way. He was a perfectly normal kirin. Is that how ponies saw him? He was a vision of female prettiness, until one noticed what he was sporting downstairs? He cracked the faintest smile, amused deeply enough to display it just a little. He felt masculine. He felt that quite a bit. He still wanted to mount her and do lovely things with her, when she was ready.

Her hoof brushed gently against his twitching shaft, noticing how ready he was. "Poor thing. You won't be mad if I leave you waitin' fer today, ah hope?" When he shook his head, she let out a gust of breath. "Good... Look, it's temptin', don't get me wrong or nothin'. Ah just made a promise, alright? So you keep right on getting sexier." She touched the end of her snout to his before sliding right along past him, hopping down to the floor. "You already know how to treat a mare, shoot! Ah need a shower." She trotted off, tail swaying happily.

That left him in the room with an intense erection and want to do things with it, but no willing mare. A thought surfaced. What else did a male do in such a situation? He rolled over onto his back, looking down at the aching tool as he imagined grabbing it. He could feel his magic curling around the long thing, engulfing it all and giving a slow pull at his command. He watched how the flesh folded and wrinkled with each slow pull, his tongue extending a little as pleasure built.

He scratched and rubbed over his heavy balls, making himself jump and squirm, hooves pedaling at the air. Winter felt certain he should be snorting and huffing, but he was quiet as he worked himself up, thrusting his hips up against the imaginary mare, a vision of Summer riding him playing in his mind as he worked his magic to stroke himself faster by the moment. He closed his eyes to better capture the fantasy as he squeezed as tightly as he imagined her insides to be.

It was a pity his magic wasn't warm, but it was skilled at holding, pulling, and teasing, and he rocked against it. Trails of pre-fluids smeared across his still-smooth belly and chest as he made wild love to the fictional Summer Blossom in his head, plunging deeper and deeper into her willing form. He could imagine her cries, feel her tensing body. She was close, and so was he. He grunted and his motions stopped a moment, his focus going towards his magic to rapidly stroke back and forth, jerking his mighty stallion tool as quickly as he could.

In his fantasy, she was on top of him, bouncing up and down off of his tool with a manic rapidness, her eyes locked on his, but her tongue hanging much like his was doing, the two locked in pleasurable union. It struck. He squeezed all the tighter and began milking with his magic, but his grip faltered and he fell back, wheezing quietly as his pole began to twitch in a whole new way. Hot gobs of kirin semen rushed up his long pole, spraying out in great messy splatters of goop that fired up into the air, raining down on him in a display of his virility, but he was barely aware of it, submerging into a fog of male contentment.

He didn't feel like moving anymore, so he didn't, just breathing softly as he recovered.

"Winter!" Summer was returning from the shower with wide eyes. "Where were ya doin'? What happened?!" She was gawking at his changed form. His willing masturbation was apparently enough to signal the remainder of his change. On her bed was a cum-streaked and satisfied kirin stallion, looking towards her with exhausted but satisfied eyes.

He rolled up to his haunches, his softened member not flopping, contained in a sheath as was proper for an equine. He was a kirin, exactly the kirin he had decided on being, and he was content. He held out a hoof towards his mare, welcoming her for a hug.

"Shower, now." She pointed towards the bathroom with a hiked brow. "Really..."

Author's Note

Winter gets to know himself, and he likes what he finds. Exploring Summer also had no regrets.

But, no, you don't get hugs when you look like that, sorry...

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