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Going through a stretching exercise, Celeste tried to ignore the gaze of her friend—though she was taking a little delight from how distracted Chelsea seemed to be whenever she bent over at the hip.

When Richard and Steven walked in, Steven strutting like the stallion he resembled, she got an idea what the pair had been up to for most of the day. "You ready for your big night, Richard?" she asked.

"After spending a whole afternoon anointing myself with exotic spices? I have never been more ready in my life." Something tickled at the back of Richard's mind. "And I think I have an idea for something to help mark this night." Crouching down, he kissed Steven on his fuzzy cheek.

Steven only blushed a little at the sign of affection, but was still glad his fuzzy cheeks covered it. "That's the most I've just let go in my life. Thanks, Richard."

"Alright. Celeste, here's the plan I have for tonight. It should be pretty spectacular." Richard held out the script he'd been working on. "I think you'll have some fun with it. Feel free to go overboard."

"First, though, someone's going to need to help me getting this plug out of my butt. You can't exactly go through with this without it." Steven, despite how much he enjoyed being plugged full, knew the toy needed to come out.

Celeste looked through the script and grinned. "I'd like to change something."

"Oh? Richard asked.

"Mmhmm. Where I'm supposed to overpower you and turn you into a bat pony, what if I called out my loyal guard-bat? He knocks you down and turns you there on stage?" Lifting her head from the script, Celeste spotted Richard's look of shocked surprise.

Steven looked up at Richard with a grin. "I think you might have a winner there, babe."

Opening the door to the backstage area with her key, Coraline looked around. "Are you two ready? Your audience is waiting."

"Slight change in plan, but nothing that should be a problem. We just need to get dressed and we're good to go." Richard reached up to his black t-shirt and pulled it up and off over his head.

Arching her back one more time, Celeste picked up the mask she'd been wearing for their shows. "You going to go out and watch, Chelsea?"

Watching the woman she'd had sex with the previous evening and spent most of the day with disrobing before her, Chelsea struggled to get her head straight to answer. "Y-You mean watch as you…" Her mind raced. She tried to think like the woman she normally was, but the stallion she was now intruded. "Sure. I just go out and head around to the lounge, right?"

Undoing his pants, Richard slid them down to reveal he was wearing the tightest and smallest G-string ever seen. "Sure. Armand knows who you are."

"Hey, uh—" Steven was trying his best not to get distracted by all the skin on show. "What if I actually leap in from the audience? Or what if Chelsea holds a leash to a collar I'm wearing? Wait, you do have a leash and collar here I can borrow, right?"

Shooting Steven a look that said You seriously just asked me that? Richard walked over to a dressing cabinet. "I had some spare things brought down for these shows. You know we're getting a reputation?"

Chelsea took the collar and leash from Richard using her magic and unbuckled the former. "Come over here my wild stallion." She beckoned Steven with her magic by making it into the shape of a hand and curling the finger in a come-hither manner.

Walking over to Chelsea, Steven held his head high and offered his neck without hesitation. "Guess I should act the part too, then? Be a little wild, jerk on the leash a bit, growl when Richard is doing his thing to Celeste?"

"This is going to be the best show ever!" Richard reached into the closet again and lifted out his special leather pants—they had a seam of velcro down the sides that meant he could look like he had painted on pants and have them ripped off at a moment's notice.

With the collar practically buckling itself around his neck, Steven rolled his head around to check how tight it was. "I could get used to this." Turning for the door, he started to prance with each step.

When Steven was gone with Chelsea chasing after him holding the leash in her magic, Celeste turned to Richard. "What did you do to him? 'I could get used to this.' Seriously?"

"It was a fun day. We both learned how much Steven likes being on top of a situation. Also, you have to let him turn into a pony while he's fucking you. Trust me, best moment of my human life." The memory of his rear stretching to accommodate a horse cock stood out sharply in Richard's mind. "Though I may walk a little funny for the rest of the day."

"That much fun? Okay, I'll have to try this out tomorrow then." Celeste stripped off her shirt and bra, her shoes, slacks, hose, and her panties. "With just a mask…" She pulled the leather mask on over her head and tucked her hair up into it. The eye holes limited her vision a little, but not enough to cause a problem. "You're really going to flog me? Will it hurt?"

"If it hurts I'm doing things very wrong—and I don't do things wrong. Trust me, it will be something like this." Richard lifted the flogger he'd prepared—a black leather cat-o-nine—and held it up as if to start.

Turning her back to him, Celeste braced for what she feared—only to feel the flog's strands hit but not sting. "That's it?"

"Trust me, it looks impressive. The knots are what normally add weight and sting to a flog, this one has fake knots." He held the flog out so she could feel the soft rubber knots on it. "Perfect for the stage, or when you just want to show off."

"Okay, that's pretty cool. Well, I'm ready when you are, you fiendish slaver!" Celeste tried to get out of reach in time, but she felt the strike of the flogger's leather straps, but it only got a gasp from her as she rushed for the door, opened it, and stumbled out onto the stage. "Help! He's coming after me!"

Steven's head turned and his ears perked at the sound of Celeste calling out for help. He watched her stumble on the stage as Richard, carrying what looked like a torture implement, came out after her.

"Damn woman! I'm going to have to do something special to get some sense into you. Can't you understand that you belong to me now?" Richard was hamming it up as much as he could, looking around the assembled patrons.

Seeing his chance to participate, Steven growled at Richard from the back corner of the room, spreading his wings a little to "look bigger" like an animal would. A jerk on his leash told him that Chelsea got the idea of what to do—at least he hoped she did.

"Keep your beast at heel, madam!" Richard called.

Chelsea, feeling a little on the spot, called back, "He's not mine."

Looking among the crowd, Richard managed to hook his hand into the collar Celeste was wearing. "Now, who wants to choose what I punish this little horse with? You see, we have a selection." Gesturing to a little cabinet on stage, Richard pointed to a row of butt plugs with pictures under them of mythical creatures that they would, presumably, turn Celeste into.

"I spent a bit of work on all those." Speaking softly, Chelsea used her magic to stroke Steven's mane. "Griffon, pony, an upright canine, an upright cat, and even a dragon. Don't ask me how well they'll come out, though."

Steven split his attention between Richard's auction and Chelsea's descriptions. As per the plan, he kept his eyes fixed on Celeste, though he did lean into the petting Chelsea was giving him.

"…and you win, Mr. Sanchez. What was your choice for me to turn this fine creature into?" Richard was wearing less than his normal shows—though it was probably more than he ended up in after most shows. He gestured to the display.

"Gato. I want the chica to be a horny little gato." Grinning from ear to ear, Alejandro Sanchez was a little concerned about how much he was spending, but with what his business associates had told him of this place—along with the other rumors he'd heard—it would be worth it.

"A horny little tomcat? I think that can be arranged." Richard turned and walked with an exaggerated shimmy in his hips—easy to affect given the afternoon of fun he'd had. Picking up the butt plug marked Cat, he turned toward Celeste. "Here, kitty kitty kitty."

Celeste knew she was meant to be the scared slave, so huddled to the side as far as she could without actually falling off the stage. "Why won't you leave me alone?!"

"Are you going to be a good kitty or am I going to have to get rough?" Hands on his hips, Richard was thankful that these plugs had the You-want-to-use-me turned down. He made a mental note to make sure Chelsea was as happy as she could be working for him. "Come!"

"W-What are you going to do with me?" Moving one step back toward Richard, Celeste tried to make a show of huddling a little still. Her one semester of drama class in high school hadn't been enough to really give her the professionalism needed to pull it off perfectly, but having a naked girl about to be turned into a male catguy was more than enough excitement to keep her audience happily suspending disbelief.

"I'm going to make you better, my little kitty. Come on, that's a good boy." With expansive gestures, Richard drew Celeste close with his voice. When she was within reach, he reached out a hand and began stroking her hooded head like she was already a cat. "Will you be a good kitty and get your butt in the air for me?"

"Y-You're going to put that thing in me again, aren't you?" Celeste, nonetheless, dropped to all fours and lifted her rump in the air.

The first hit of the crop made Celeste cry out more from the surprise than any pain. It worked out better because it made the fake crop seem to actually hurt her. By the second hit she knew enough to cry out again in mock pain.

"This is for getting away from me you naughty cat!" Richard's exclamation drew laughs from the crowd, which only served to fuel his hamming up the scene. "Don't you dare lower that rump!"

Steven had to trust in both Richard and Celeste to not actually be getting hurt. Of course, he had a role to play in this as well. Each time Celeste cried out, Steven hissed angrily and strained at the leash that Chelsea held him with.

Seeing that a few of his patrons had taken note of Steven's behavior, Richard decided it was time to step things up. "And now to give you your reward. Get your shoulders down, kitty." He brandished the plug like a weapon and aimed it at Celeste's rump. "And prepare yourself—this is going in dry."

When the magically slick tip of the butt plug pressed to Celeste's anus, she let out a soft whine of anticipation. It wasn't exactly acting—she just enjoyed the toys too much not to be noisy. Richard didn't hold back, pushing and plowing the toy into her, to which she answered with more anguished cries.

Pressing the toy in past the point of no return, Richard felt Celeste's muscles flex as her rump clamped down around it—owning the item. "There, now show off what's going on." He carefully knocked one of Celeste's legs out from under her and guided her gently to the stage. With her facing the audience, Richard made sure they could all see the feline penis—tapered and ringed in small barbs—push free of her sheath.

Alejandro stared in rapt fascination as the girl grew balls and a penis. He watched as fur rolled over her body and her breasts shrank down and away to a flat chest. The look in her eyes as her midnight-black tail grew out of the end of her spine made him actually shift in his seat.

Celeste tried her best to hold the eyes of the guy who'd paid for the cat plug. She looked at him as she felt her body change, becoming more and more masculine without losing a lot of the shape of a human. When she felt Richard's hand close around her shaft, however, she found herself digging her claws into the stage—claws she hadn't even had a minute earlier.

"As you can see, our kitty boy here has little pricklers. Sure to make the girl kitties yowl." It wouldn't take long, Richard knew, to bring Celeste to climax. That first shot after changing was always on a short fuse. It would be more than just Celeste's trigger. Richard wondered, for a moment, if the crowd knew what kind of a momentous time in his life was coming up.

Steven watched as Richard jacked Celeste off for the audience. There was enough of them rubbing between their legs that he knew this crowd was hooked on this type of show. When he saw and heard Celeste finally lose herself, it was his time.

Chelsea heard Steven tap his hoof twice—their agreed signal—and let go of the leash. "Damn bat! Everyone, look out!"

A little annoyed at the distraction, Alejandro watched the bat-winged pony charge up and jump onto the stage. For a second he thought something had gone wrong, but when the bat pony nuzzled at his gato—and Celeste nuzzled back—he knew this was more to see. Under his breath he mouthed, "I don't know if I can take more of this."

Standing over Celeste, Steven hissed at Richard. He advanced—wings spread a little to make himself look more aggressive—and bared his teeth.

Richard looked around the audience. "Who—Who's pet is this? Don't you know you're not allowe—"

"He's mine!" Celeste reached up to the hood she'd been wearing and pulled it free. "He's my good boy, and you just pissed him off!"

Steven advanced on Richard, wings flared and teeth bared. Richard was on his ass on the floor and trying to slide backward, but when he turned to get his legs under him, Steven pounced.

The feel of Steven grabbing at his pants with a wing-claw made Richard jerk on them a little, which was perfect. A loud ripping sound and the leather pants were gone to reveal Richard's bare (and well-lubed) ass on full display to Steven. Turning his head to look back, Richard couldn't school his features into shock—he instead looked excited and hopeful.

Though Steven felt huge, he knew he wasn't. He had to struggle a little to get on Richard's back, but in getting there he lined himself up perfectly and shoved himself into Richard's rear with little fanfare. With everyone cheering him on, Steven hammered at Richard's ass and used his wings and forelegs to grab onto whatever he could.

Arching her spine, Celeste got to her feet and advanced on the two males. "Too long, you bastard. It's been too long that you've been keeping slaves and using us. Well, it's time for you to have the tables turned for once."

The first Steven knew of what Celeste was planning was her paw-hand grabbing the plug that'd been in his rear all afternoon. He froze mid-thrust as she pulled at it. Whining, he flapped his wings in mute surprise as she pulled the thing from him.

"Good boy. Momma will give you a nice handjob when she's done with the bad man." Celeste reached along Steven's back and petted him. "Off you get."

Richard, meanwhile, was in his own little corner of heaven. When the horse cock pulled free of him and was replaced with a stretching butt plug, however, he knew these were his last seconds ever as a human.

Celeste had the plug most of the way in, but for the finale she brought one hand back and then up, using the heel of her palm to slam the toy home. As Richard fell forward to his belly, she rolled him to his side to reveal his changing cock and balls. "And I'm not going to take it out, either. You know what happens to naughty bats when their mistress leaves their plug in?"

The crowd went dead silent, begging the answer from Celeste.

"The plug stays in forever and they give up their humanity." Now it was her turn to wrap her paw-hand around Richard's shaft. She stepped over him and started jerking him off.

Prancing around his captured prize Steven pushed and shoved at Richard until he was transforming on his back. Articulate and bony fingers grew out from Richard's wings and dark fur cascaded over him. Steven could smell the changes as they took over his friend. What he really wanted right then, however, was relief. Rather than continue to be the alpha-dog, he instead rolled onto his back beside Richard.

"Two good little bats? How can a mistress resist?" Celeste employed her other hand on Steven, giving both the bat ponies a hand-job at the same time. When both of them climaxed and painted themselves with their own seed, the crowd cheered in excitement. "Now, you'll have to excuse me. I have a new bat pony to train to heel." The last word fell from Celeste's lips with a purr behind it. Still naked, she strode off-stage with Richard and Steven trailing after her.

As he closed the door behind him, Steven had barely a moment to realize there was another bat pony rushing at him before Richard was kissing him. The kiss was amazing, thanks to the nerves and sensations that they both shared, but when Richard quickly pulled away and started bouncing around the room, Steven had to smile. "You liked it?"

Richard stopped his pronking and looked back at Steven. "Liked it? I can't think of a better way to lose my humanity!"

"What about a cleanup?" Celeste asked. "You boys made a bit of a mess of yourselves, and I just… I have this horrible need to clean myself—and I am not using my tongue."

"Would you use your tongue to clean us?" Steven asked as he walked behind Richard to the attached bathroom.

Celeste felt her resolve softening. "Maybe. Let's see how we go."

When Richard, Steven, and Celeste finally returned to the lounge, Coraline let out a sigh. "Here they are, Mr. Sanchez."

"Ah! The stars of the show. How much extra will that kitty cat toy cost me on top of what I paid tonight?" Alejandro was cutting right to the chase. He didn't overly care what the cost was, he would work out a way to pay it and have his own fun.

"We're not selling them, sorry, but we will happily—ahem—plug someone up for 100. Plug goes in, they turn into whatever you wish from our selection, plug comes out and you have until dawn to enjoy it." Richard jumped up to land his rear on the seat at the bar. He leaned across to Coraline and kissed her on the side of her beak. "Something to celebrate with."

"A hundred-thousand dollars?!"

"No. Just a hundred dollars. We want to keep control of them, but we also want happy customers." Turning back to look at Alejandro, Richard gave his best smile. "Surely that would suit you?"

His heart thudding in his chest, Alejandro took a slow breath to calm himself. "Very well. I would like the dragon one." His eyes gleamed at the thought of the power he'd command.

Walking over, her water glass floating beside her in her magic field, Chelsea blindsided Steven with a kiss on the cheek. "He wants the dragon one?"

"If you wouldn't mind." As soon as Richard said it, Chelsea had used her magic to grab the plug from the display on the stage and passed it to him. "Thank you, Chelsea."

"If you wouldn't mind." As soon as Richard said it, Chelsea had used her magic to grab the plug from the display on the stage and passed it to him. "Thank you, Chelsea."

"I'm still not sure how big this will make the user. Perhaps it would be best doing it somewhere with more space?" Chelsea looked between Richard and Alejandro. "I don't know about you, but I kinda like this building intact."

Richard laughed and glanced askance at Alejandro. "This is why I try to surround myself with beautiful and smart people. There's a garage at the back of my club, we can do this in there."

The idea of being a big dragon hadn't occurred to Alejandro. He liked the thought of it very much. "Please lead the way."

The walk downstairs and into the back parking lot didn't take long. Richard led the way to the double-garage. Motioning to Coraline, he gestured at the door. "Sorry, I appear to be without hands for the foreseeable future."

Pulling out her key ring, Coraline found the specific key to the garage and unlocked the side door. Her sharp eyes picked out most of the details inside with just the light coming through the door for illumination. She reared up and hit the light switch and punched in the security code for the building on the keypad. "Should be enough room in here so long as you don't get too close to Jasmine's car."

Carefully taking off his jacket, shirt, singlet, and pants, Alejandro was trying to prepare himself mentally, though his own excitement was getting in the way. He did manage to keep enough sense to set his clothes carefully on a bench in the garage. "How long will this take?"

"You've seen how it goes on stage. Assuming you're not some hundred-foot-tall dragon, it should be fast." Pausing, Richard turned to Coraline. "Will it be a hundred-foot-tall dragon?"

"What are you asking me for, I just serve drinks." Coraline ruffled her wings a little. "They don't need lube, they go in really easy so far as friction is concerned, though if you're not—uh—stretched you might have some discomfort as it goes in. I can put it in if you'd like?"

It was hard for Alejandro to get around his personal feelings. It wasn't that he disliked women, he just didn't like them interacting with him sexually—but at the same time he had seen Coraline be professional in her work and he also doubted his own ability to get the plug in. He didn't know she was effectively male. "Please, but keep it profesional."

"Will do, sir." Coraline held her wing out to Richard. "Boss, you stand by the door. If he starts growing too much, open it up and let him get out."

Bringing his right thumb up to his brow, Richard snapped off a batty salute with his wing. "Yes'm."

Waiting for Alejandro to strip off his boxer shorts, Coraline focused on the butt plug and not the naked, very rich man before her. "Are you ready?" When all she got in answer was a nod, Coraline stepped closer and put one of her forelegs onto the small of Alejandro's back. With her other talon, she lined up and pressed the toy firmly and smoothly into him.

Grunting, Alejandro preferred to top, but the toy still worked past his defenses and lodged deep in his rear. Immediately he felt a burning, hot sensation rush through him. The strange heat seemed to pour down between his legs, but when Alejandro looked down to his groin, it was completely smooth. "What have you—?" Smoke came from his mouth along with the words, but the reason he'd stopped was because his shafts had started to push free of a hidden slit between his legs.

The feel of power growing inside him caused Alejandro to grunt and groan. His leg joints were popping and adjusting, orange scales spreading over his groin and over his thighs and belly. As seconds passed, Alejandro felt power rush through his body. His arms thickened, his legs were immense, and the claws on his feet and hands actually dug into the cement under him.

When the changes flooded upward and over his head, Alejandro watched as a large, orange snout pushed out between his eyes and he could feel myriad sharp teeth with his tongue. This was exactly everything he'd wanted it to be. He shifted his weight—discovering his tail as he did—and stretched to stand upright.

"You're a bit tall for that, but I think you've stopped growing, sir." Coraline could feel the effect of being right beside a big predator. Lions and tigers would have nothing on a fourteen-foot-tall dragon that had claws able to sink into concrete. "Richard, you might want to get ready to open the doors."

"No." This time fire came from Alejandro's mouth. It wasn't a gout or even a spray, it just leaked from the corners of his lips and dribbled to the concrete. "Sorry, I mean I'm done growing." As if to counter his words, Alejandro felt two new limbs sprout from his back and spread wide. Dropping to all fours, he arched his spine as the two leathery wings came to be. Panting, watching scorch marks appear on the concrete before him, Alejandro reevaluated his situation. "Open the door. I'll be back tomorrow for my clothes and to talk business."

"Th-The plug." It took all of Coraline's bravery to speak. "I need to get the plug out or you'll be stuck like that."

Looking behind him, Alejandro couldn't deny he felt a kinship with Coraline. He knew what she wanted, but part of him—a very draconic part—told him to take the toy and leave. What underpinned Alejandro Sanchez, however, was an ethic of fair dealing—and he'd made a deal. Bending low, he raised his tail.

Coraline didn't know what to expect, but there was a second slit behind the one that had two large draconic shafts (at least, she assumed they were typical draconic dongs—Coraline hadn't seen many in her life). The slit, thankfully, had the base of the toy still protruding. Stepping forward, she had to reach up and grasp his tail for support with her left hand while she grabbed the toy with her right. "Hold on, this can sometimes be—" The butt plug came out without any trouble. "Oh, right, bigger critter means easier time of it. Sorry, sir."

Turning to look at Coraline, Alejandro felt an overwhelming sense of excitement. His eyesight had sharpened to the point he could see not just perfectly, but beyond—his vision now extending into the lower infrared. It was his sense of smell that intrigued Alejandro, however. "You're male." It wasn't a question—he was certain of that. "Oh. Of course. The process makes males of everyone."

As one of Alejandro's supernaturally hard and sharp claws came out to stroke her beak, Coraline stood dead still. "Y-Yes, sir."

The sound of the garage door opening broke Alejandro's focus from Coraline and he walked out into the night's air. He took a deep breath and spread his wings—flying was instinctual for dragons.

"Huh." Coraline watched over a ton of dragon just leap into the air and fly off. "Guess we, uh, bill him tomorrow?"

Pressing the down button on the garage door, Richard tried to ignore the gouges out of the cement. "If I'm any judge of rich-guy-suits, I'd say he left enough of a deposit to pay for the rest of the year. Come on, I want to have a party tonight!"

"Are you going to leave yours in, too?" Celeste asked.

Steven froze. He'd been quietly enjoying the feeling of a full butt all evening—it hadn't even figured in his mind that just letting it happen was an option. "I don't know anymore. I've proved I can work like this, and I really enjoy gardening, but do I want this full-time?" He stretched a bat wing out for emphasis.

"You're cuddly like this." Celeste's paw ran down Steven's back, her claws playing through his thick fluff and drawing a happy sigh from him. "I'm fairly tempted to keep this one, but my work makes that a little bit of a problem. I like making people happy—it beats any job I've done before."

Steven was laying across Celeste's lap, his tail wagging at the petting she was giving him. "How much time do I have?"

"Richard's not freaking out yet, so you probably have at least a half hour. You want me to take it out?" Celeste kept petting Steven, not even realizing that she had started to purr.

Turning a little, Steven rolled to his back and wiggled so that he was stretched-out between Celeste's legs. With a few encouraging nudges with his snout, he got her hand to his belly. "Yeah. I should take it out. I don't think the wings suit me. They're handy, though."

"I don't think Richard will be upset if you want to keep that plug. After tonight he can make his own, anyway." Steven's belly was a good target, and Celeste was perfectly happy to employ her claws on it. "This form, though… I really do have hands like this."

"Maybe we should swap tomorrow? It's your day off, so why don't I spend the day scratching your belly?" Steven looked up Celeste's flat chest to the underside of her face. "You can trust me when I say it's worth it."

"Sounds like an idea, but we'll need our own kitty plug for that. I don't really want to just steal Richard's."

Steven laughed. "That's easy to fix. Get this bat pony one out of me and I'll copy the one in you." He felt his shaft stir at the thought. Exploring new shapes and forms hadn't been his kink before, but with practice it had become so.

Leaning forward, Celeste stretched herself over Steven and grabbed at the shape peeking free of his anus. "Hold still or this will hurt."

"Liar. You know I love fighting when you take—" Steven let out a moan as Celeste pulled on his plug. Clenching down on the toy, he smiled a batty smile and fought with Celeste to keep the plug inside himself.

Fighting Steven's muscles, Celeste rolled her eyes at his antics before—with a strong yank—she got the plug out of him. "You are a greedy little stallion. I still can't get over how they always come out clean and dry…"

"Yeah, yeah. Magic. Now show me that butt." Steven rolled over and started to shove his snout under Celeste—trying to roll her over.

Tucking her tail tight against her rear, Celeste rolled over and pulled her legs up and under her. "You ready?"

Steven was more than ready to be a cute cat boy. He nuzzled lower than Celeste's rear and licked at her balls. This made her tail hike into the air and gave him a perfect view of what he wanted. Leaning against the toy, he nuzzled and kissed it.

The changes were quick. Steven's snout changed—widening and filling with even more teeth—but his black coat stayed the same. He didn't care, reaching his hooves up to grip uselessly at the sides of the base of the plug, his hooves melted into actual fingers. When the plug started to form up the reverse plug, Steven grinned and kissed it. "There we go."

Turning, he lined himself up with uncanny precision and leaned back against the growing shape. It was still small, but the growing plug slipped into him easily and started swelling more and more. At last, when the thing reached full size, he felt it detach from Celeste's and he flopped forward.

The changes the plug wrought were almost the exact opposite of what had made him a pony. His back legs lengthened and he grew paw-feet, his shaft jutted from his sheath, but instead of a long pony dong, he had a shorter cat penis. The strangest sensation of all was his penile bone growing. The feeling of something hard inside his penis almost drove Steven wild with need. "What—Why am I so hard? How the hell do you even think straight like this?"

"Try purring. It helps." Celeste leaned forward and turned to watch as Steven's upper body reshaped into the familiar torso of a male feline. "You look pretty cute like that."

"It feels weird to have fur but still be kinda human. How do you purr?" Reaching between his legs, Steven closed his paw around the base of the plug inside him and started to tug on it.

Getting her own paws on each side of the plug's base, Celeste started pulling on it. "Relax and let me help with that."

With Celeste doing the work, Steven could focus on relaxing his rear and letting her remove the toy. As it fought to maintain its grip within his ass, the plug caused not just an aching need for it to remain where it was, but threatened a horrid emptiness the moment it was removed—something that happened a moment later.

Whining as only a feline can, Steven tried to back up immediately and get the plug back in, but Celeste was having none of it. "Look, I can handle being a cat for the rest of my life. Please put it back in!"

"Well, well, well. Who do we have here? Celeste and Steven? What's new, pussycat?" Richard leaned against the doorway of his bedroom and looked at Celeste and Steven on the floor.

"Ugh. I hate having these things out, and it's all your fault!" Steven glared at Richard with his eyes, but his mouth betrayed him with a smile.

Richard walked into the room and kissed Steven on the cheek. "Oh stop being a pussy and help Celeste. She got yours out."

Celeste turned to offer Steven her rump. "Don't you have your ceremony soon?"

The thought of pulling out his own butt plug and letting one of the fine kitties before him have their way with his ass was a tempting one, but Richard had made his decision. "Yes. I was coming to see if you were both ready."

Closing his paws around the base of the toy, Steven started to pull it from Celeste. "I don't see why I have to do this. You put it in her." He stuck his tongue out at Richard.

"I wonder how much fun our draconic friend had? He was going to drop by later." Richard watched Steven work at the toy before, with a lewd pop, it came free. "You duplicated it to keep one at home?"

"Y-Yeah." Celeste, now devoid of the plug that had been in her all night, grabbed Steven and pulled him into a hug. "It feels strange not having boobs. Normally when I cuddle, there's little cushions between us."

Steven learned how to purr very quickly. Wrapping both arms around Celeste, he nuzzled in against her neck. "You know, I could almost handle this."

"Being a cat?" Celeste nuzzled Steven back, her own throat thrumming between words.

Richard walked up to the pair and stretched his wings out to rub a pointy ear on each of their heads. The purr each produced made him smile. "Come on. We have a dawn to watch."

When the rubbing claw at his ear left, Steven almost fell over trying to get it to continue. "Can't you just keep rubbing our ears?" It was useless, Steven knew, but he was a cat now, and cats had certain aspects he knew he needed to maintain—one of those was maintaining that no one else's time mattered more than his.

"Give me an hour to get this done and I'll suck your dick all day." Richard used his least jovial look on Steven and could see the excitement growing in his friend's eyes. "Alternating with Celeste's, of course."

"Come on, fleabag," Celeste said as she stood up, "let's go watch the sunrise with our friend."

Richard couldn't help but giggle at the sudden enthusiasm from both of them. Turning, he led the way into the living room of his house, and then to the patio where the pool was. A griffon and a hippogriff already waited there, facing each other on each side of a unicorn. Another hippogriff sat further away—Coraline—her head turned to face Richard.

"He has come, Green Father, we have all come to bask in your blessing." Chelsea could feel power pouring through her, though she wasn't sure if it was the Wiccan iconography she carried that brought it about or just her horn. "Present yourself to the world and prepare for your rebirth."

Approaching Chelsea, Richard stood between Jasmine and Fredrica, but all his focus was on the witch before him. "I am Richard Townsend, son of Howard Townsend and Lisa Court, brother of Jasmine Townsend and lover of most present. I offer the only thing I truly own—myself."

Chelsea lifted the dagger before her and began to chant. Of those present, only Fredrica's ears perked at the Latin verse. When she was done paying honor to the cardinal points, Chelsea looked at Richard. "First the Green Man will take your form—thus has already been done. Second the Green Man will take your name—cast it from all your minds. Finally the Green Man will take your spirit.

"Though he takes possession of all these things, the Green Man protects them and uses them to craft anew a form"—Chelsea reached out with the blade held in her magic grip and proved its edge by slicing just a little fluff from Richard's shoulder—"a name"—she held up a slip of paper with Richard's full name written on it, then touched it to a candle flame—"and spirit."

The sky behind Chelsea was growing lighter as she performed the ritual, colors of red and orange streaking the sky. She waited, as did everyone, for the true light of the sun to reach its hand over the horizon and touch them before continuing. "Stand now. Your form is that of a bat and a pony. Your name is Spicy Hot. Your spirit is eternal."

A breeze picked up and all four candles at the cardinal points snuffed out together. Chelsea tried not to stare at them or jump, but it felt right to say, "So mote it be."

Spreading his wings, Spicy watched as Chelsea became human again before him. To each side (in the corners of his vision), his sister and her lover likewise changed, and he knew behind him that Steven and Celeste were no longer cute kitties. He did jump, however, when Coraline stepped up beside him.

"How do you feel, Spicy?" Coraline was struggling to keep walking what with the level of excitement her body was experiencing.

"I feel like flying. What about you?" Turning to look at Coraline, Spicy had expected her to look inspired to join him—instead she looked like she was about to pass out. "Are you okay?"

"That mare is really into kinky shit, I tell you. Give me a minute and I'll be able to fly." Coraline shifted her hips to try to give her tackle a little room to relax.

Author's Note

Ask Coraline : Do you have plan to stay longer in Equestria?

"Yeah, but I keep getting distracted and wind up leaving too early." Coraline mumbled under her breath something that sounded like, "Stupid sexy Starlight."

So I do this "Ask X" thing. X can be any pony within the story. You can ask them anything and they will definitely, hopefully reply. Keep the questions appropriate to the age-rating of the stories, and they will answer the best question in the author notes of the next chapter. The more votes a comment has the more likely I will get it to the right pony to answer. Try to keep it to one question per post! They will pick one question per chapter.

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