"There's my stallion." Spicy Hot rubbed Blazing Pounce's ears. "How was it?" Barely moments had passed for Spicy, and he expected Blazing Pounce to still be worked up from whatever it took to get him home.

"Wow, it really was only a moment here, huh?" Blazing had woken up early on the morning of his fourth day in Equestria just a moment before the magic yanked him back to Earth. Tilting his head, he pushed at Spicy and rolled him onto his back. "And here's you with your engine still running."

Spicy's excitement was palpable. Not only was Blazing fresh and ready to go, but he was far more comfortable with his body than Spicy expected. "Just a minute. How long for you?"

As he started to answer, Blazing felt Spicy's wings curl up on each side of him and pull him down firmly so they were belly-to-belly. "Three days."

Biting his lip, Spicy had to ask, "Your ride home, was she pretty?"

"There was no ride home. Susan found out that if you just wait three days, you come back anyway. Three days I've been studying and aching to be back here. I was almost ready to jump on a pony's back to be back with you again."

His heart aflutter, Spicy nuzzled and nipped around Blazing's neck, nibbling his way up his jaw and finally kissing Blazing's lips.

Rising up, Blazing circled around Spicy until they were facing opposite directions. Lowering himself over the bat pony, Blazing opened his mouth and wrapped his lips around Spicy's shaft.

The turn of events suited Spicy, doubly so since it meant they could both get off and get the other off. Tilting his head a little, he kissed Blazing's shaft and then pushed forward onto it with his lips. When Blazing's hips humped forward, it was everything Spicy could do to hold on to his excitement.

Their bodies rocked and shifted, cramming cock down the other's throat while trying to get their snout as far down their own feast. Together they reached climax again and again, taking only short breaks to recover before returning to their happy task.

All through the fun, Blazing sat astride Spicy and, even as the morning started to turn into midday, kept humping and fucking his lover's face.

A knock at the door finally broke the pair from their fun. Lifting his head and disengaging his mouth from Spicy's cock, Blazing turned toward the door of the bedroom only to realize there was a griffon standing there.

"Tell my brother that he's wanted downstairs." Jasmine's eyes were all over the pair. She could see one was a unicorn and one a bat, and somehow that felt very correct to her. Turning, she left the room trying to think of ways she'd use the erection the pair had given her.

Working his mouth off the fire hose of a cock that had been feeding him all morning, Spicy coughed a little. "You heard the woman."

"You think I listen to her?" For just a moment Blazing felt rebellious and wanted to keep his stallion pinned and sucking. He let out a sigh. "But you need to run this place. It'd fall apart if you weren't at the helm."

Spicy rolled off the bed when Blazing let him—even that little show of control having made him want Blazing to keep him pinned—he stretched his limbs and arched his back. "Hrmm, and I appear to still be a little messy."

"My fault. This is part of taking responsibility, like Twilight said." Aiming his horn at Spicy, Blazing let loose with a cleansing spell that made short work of the cum stains on his lover. "We're going to have to have a talk about us."

Looking all over himself, Spicy was much impressed with the effect of the spell. "Us?" He turned and walked right up to Blazing. "There is definitely an us. In fact, this is the most amazing us I've ever experienced, and I'd like there to keep being us."

"This is the strangest conversation ever. I like this us too, but I'm worried if I'm too forward. I—" Blazing was cut short by a gale of laughter from Spicy. "What?"

"You almost had me. If you hadn't moved before, I wouldn't have tried to make you. I adore how forceful you've become. But, I have to know, was this a new thing or have you always wanted to pin down recalcitrant stallions and fuck them silly?" Spicy had to turn away and start walking toward the lift or he knew he would never be able to.

"A lot changed with that ritual. It was—It was the end of one part of my life and the beginning of another. I can still remember the girl and woman I was, but I am different now. That wasn't just a change in my sex, but my sexual identity. Chelsea might have been a little mousy with her feelings and desires, but I have a fire burning in me that makes me want to do things." As he spoke, Blazing walked onto the lift with Spicy and they started riding it down.

"While I love what you're doing with yourself, I want you to know that you have absolute free rein to be whoever you want to be. Blazing Pounce… I know I gave you that name, but if you—?" Spicy was mid-sentence when Blazing proved to him why his last name was so apt. Crushed against the corner of the lift, he melted as Blazing's lips pressed to his own and took a kiss.

Hearing the lift start to brake, Blazing broke the kiss and stepped back from Spicy, shook himself, and looked cool, calm, and collected as the lift doors opened.

Spicy was the exact opposite of Blazing. He felt like the very definition of disheveled. The kiss, the assuredness that Spicy wouldn't resist, had been a huge turn on and left the bat pony trying to recover his senses and his libido. Shaking his head to clear the cobwebs of lust, Spicy found himself prancing as he walked out of the lift.

"Here's the boss now. Hey, Spicy. Hey, Blazing. Have a nice sleep-in?" Coraline's beak was curved into a grin as she washed a glass (in the manner of all barkeeps when they need to pass some time).

Across from Coraline, Alejandro sat and watched the two ponies leave the lift. "By the way Mr. Hot is prancing, I'd say they weren't doing a lot of sleeping." He sipped his mocktail and couldn't stop himself from admiring both the stallions—they seemed to fit together so well.

Jumping and taking a seat at the bar, Spicy nodded to Alejandro. "How are your plans going?"

"Slowly. I have spent a lot of time and money ensuring no one can take my money away from me. Now I need to organize things so that I can take my money away from me, but that is mostly a task for my lawyers." Leaning to the side, Alejandro drew his briefcase up and set it on the bar, then opened it. "Here's the paperwork for our new partnership."

"Coffee please, Coraline." Spicy used his wing to pull the papers before him and started reading through them. "I believe that we'll start seeing a lot of traffic with such a quick change location. Perhaps a concierge service would be a good idea too?"

"That would definitely be a premium service." Alejandro was relieved to see Spicy reading the contract thoroughly. "On the surface we could offer a lot of services and charge a small fortune. Perhaps we should look at buying or building a hotel to cater to this?"

Coraline made a coffee for Spicy, another for Blazing, and one for herself. She left Spicy and Alejandro to their business talk and focused on her cousin. "All morning?"

"He said us is a thing. That he wants it to continue to be a thing." Sipping the coffee, Blazing purred softly at how good it felt to imbibe the hot stimulant. "I feel way different around him. I just—I want to bite him a little, tell him what I want to do to him, other stuff…"

"I've never seen you like this before. You got it that bad, huh?" Coraline sipped at her own coffee, then spotted two more V.I.P.s coming into the bar. "Celeste, Steven, how are you both today?"

Both the newcomers were human, though that was likely to change at some point during the day. Each took a seat at the bar near Blazing and Coraline.

"Hi Coraline, uh… Chelsea?" Steven raised an eyebrow at Blazing. "So this is it, huh?"

"I go by Blazing Pounce now, but yeah. How do you like it?" Tilting his head to the side, Blazing felt particularly playful.

Celeste looked over Blazing, her mind tracing all that he was physically, but there was something more. "You're different. I don't just mean a little different to normal—there's something very not Chelsea about you."

"It's still me, just—" Blazing closed his eyes and thought back to the ritual. "I gave up my femininity and embraced this—embraced me. Then we spent three days in Equestria, and I got to meet Princess Twilight—everyone always calls her princess, but she said I could just call her Twilight—and she said she's going to teach me. I-I thought I'd just go to a school or something, not that the ruler of the country would teach me."

"You should have heard Starlight. She wouldn't stop talking about how quickly you were picking up all the concepts of even the most complicated magic. I think she has a thing for you, a little thing, but definitely a thing." As she spoke, Coraline started making two more coffees.

"Quite an adventure." Taking possession of a coffee from Coraline, Celeste thanked her and took a sip. "Oh, damn, that's good. Thank you."

Signing the paperwork, Spicy felt an old weight fall from his shoulders only to be replaced by a new one. "Thank you, Alejandro. I think this will work out very well for both of us."

"Indeed, Spicy. I need to go and meet with my lawyers—again. They are not idiots, but for some reason this new tangent is hard for them to pick up on. Perhaps I should go as a dragon?" The thought of burning a conference table to ashes appealed to Alejandro almost as much as being a dragon.

Spicy thought on something about his visitor. "You can just send a lackey to get things signed, you know."

Alejandro laughed. "But then I wouldn't meet all these wonderful stallions you keep here, or yourself."

"You have to admire his dedication," Spicy said when Alejandro had left. "He probably makes more an day than we do in a month—collectively—and yet he still takes time out of his day to come down here and check us all out."

It had taken Alejandro a full month to have all his affairs in order. His partnership with Spicy Hot had progressed well, and they both not only trusted each other, but they counted their business partner as a friend.

Tonight wasn't just the opening night for the new club, it was the beginning of the rest of Alejandro's life—as a dragon.

"Is everything ready?" Alejandro asked.

Chuckling, Spicy lounged behind the bar with Blazing at his side. This wasn't his club, but it was part-his. He hadn't had the cash input that Alejandro had brought to the table, but the expertise and equipment he provided had left him with a major share in the new business. "Everything is ready. Our staff are trained and we have a strict, double-check on everyone who leaves. We're ready to open."

"Listen to me." Picking up his (real) cocktail, Alejandro swirled the margarita around a little before he drank down half of it. "Anyone would think this is my first business opening—or my first night with a man." He downed the rest of the drink and lifted a finger to the bartender.

Coraline, Steven, Celeste, and the rest of Spicy's normal support were back at his club, running it as normal. There was no special show there tonight—not unless they would be turning people away at Presto Change-Oh!

"Nothing will go wrong because I won't let it. I made these new toys—there's nothing that can go wrong with them while I'm here." Blazing Pounce projected surety that had come only with three months of training in Equestria. Not that it had made him a master sorcerer, but he really had made the last batch of plugs. "We have five minutes until the doors open."

The three sat in silence until the first tromping of feet heralded the arrival of the first patrons. Men and women walked in and looked around the club. Heads turned when Spicy Hot jumped up onto the bar.

"Evening, all you lovely little freaks. You're all here for one thing, right?" As he spoke, Spicy pranced along the bar, gesturing with his wings and tossing his mane. When a few people mumbled something, he raised his voice. "I said, you're all here for one thing, right?!"

A shout of excitement seemed to launch itself from the crowd.

"Then I have got one magical place for you. Delights, crafted by a unicorn sorcerer, to tempt those bodies into something more pleasing. Want something that gets into your head and makes you a perverted little slut for the night? Maybe a partner deal so that your darling girl can rail you all night while you mewl and whimper for more?

"Ladies and gentlemen, freaks and freakesses, enbies, allies, and friends—welcome to the Presto Change-OH! Please see our consultants to establish what you want to leave as tonight and then you can have a little special time to adjust and then party—but there will be no special parties in the club except with licensed personnel. Ask around, find something you'd like to try, and maybe someone you'd like to try it with."

"Birrani, I can't believe you'd bring me here." Following her boyfriend into the strange club, Lanelle froze at the sight of the bat pony on the bar. "What the fuck…?"

"Come on, Lanny, I told you this place'd be freaky. Look, there's a unicorn sitting at the bar." Birrani gestured with a finger toward Blazing. "And don't try to pin all this on me—you wanted to come too." His accent still carried a fair bit of Australian to it, though a good amount of it had washed out.

"Ah!" Spicy had spotted the odd pairing when they both looked at Blazing. "Here tonight for something special, or just browsing?" A little lower he said, "Play along and I'll give you both half off."

"Play along?" Birrani asked.

"Half off?" Lanelle grinned at the offer. The posters had listed the cheapest changes that could be purchased, and together they'd pooled their money and managed to scrape up enough for one. "I'll really ham it up if you do us both for free."

"Let's see what you got first." Spicy raised his voice again and shouted, "Looks like we've got our first couple! What'll it be? Speak up so everyone can hear you." He could happily have them both get a freebie on their first night if they made it a spectacle that would encourage a good mood.

"I—I wanna be a cat!" The words tumbled from Lanelle's mouth. "Big, sleek, midnight-black cat." She ran one hand up her opposite arm, emphasizing her light-black skin tone. "I wanna be sexy, and strong, and ready to find my big mate!" Turning to Birrani, she grabbed him around the neck and pulled him into a kiss.

"Well! All planned out I see! What about you?" Spicy gestured at Birrani. "Anything in—" When neither seemed inclined to break the kiss, Spicy fanned himself with one wingtip. "Wow, this really got her engine going. Break it up now and tell everyone what your girl'll be hunting tonight."

Even as the kiss broke, Birrani stared into Lanelle's eyes and saw fire there. "I need something big. Something to keep up with my hellcat here. What about—about one of those griffons I saw in on the flier?"

Listening to the performance Spicy had made out of their first customers, Blazing focused his attention on a case by his side. Levitating it up with his magic, he opened it to reveal a set of six butt plugs. "Midnight-black panther guy and a dark-coated griffon? Panther plus raven should do that." Having seen a few Abyssinians in Canterlot as well as several griffons, Blazing was able to shift the colors and (in the case of the griffon plug) the mix of species just right.

Spicy was unsurprised when he heard Blazing shout for his attention. When he looked back, he caught the first floating butt plug out of the air. "If I'm not mistaken, I'd say our master of magics has cooked up the perfect blend just for you two. This is the cat?" At Blazing's nod, Spicy passed the toy to Lanelle. "And that must make this a dark griffon. If you don't mind, I'll just give you both a wing putting those in and removing them again."

"W-We can handle that!" Birrani said.

"No. The requirements are that you play by our rules or don't play. Come on, it will only take a minute." Spicy jumped down from the bar to the floor and led the way to one of the private changing rooms.

Looking at his girlfriend, Birrani took a deep breath. "Are you sure you're cool with this?"

"I mean, this is what we came here for, right? Hey, uh, bat-dude! If we can get them in and out, will you just—uh—keep out of the way?"

"You wound me. But, honestly, I'm not here to be a killjoy or anything. Let's get you both changed to what you want to be, then come out and show off." It was hard for Spicy to be heard, as right then the music started up and the club became about ten times louder.

The small room, when they entered it, had a large curtain separating the last 2/3 of the room from the front. Spicy used his wing to part the curtain. "Go on, get in there and strip off, put those butt plugs in, and then take them out when you're done. Mr. Griffon won't need anything afterwards, but if you want shorts, there's some in the cabinet at the back. Those are ten dollars."

Birrani looked around and slipped past the curtain, followed by Lanelle. He slipped off his shirt and started unbuttoning his jeans. "I can't believe this is real. Lanny, why'd you go for your fursona?"

"Why wouldn't I?" Lanelle looked back at the curtain and shrugged. She faced away from it—toward Birrani, and pulled her dark top off over her head. "I still can't believe I'm doing this." Raising her voice so Spicy would hear, she asked, "We're getting this free, right?"

"I hadn't planned on it, but if you strut your stuff out there, sure. You read the flier fully, right? You know this makes you a male?" Spicy had to fight off the urge to sweep back the curtain and pounce on the woman—just to turn her into a male.

Lanelle slipped out of her bra and shimmied her skirt down. When she realized Birrani had paused in his undressing, she flashed him a big smile and struck a pose. "That—That was part of why we wanted to try this. We can go home once we're changed and—uh…"

"Sure. We've contacted all the ride-share people in the area, they know things are going to be a bit odd tonight. Are you done yet?"

Birrani was behind in his undressing, but that was only because he kept getting distracted. Rolling his eyes at taking his time, he yanked his pants, boxers, socks, and shoes off in one go. "Just getting ready to use the things, mate."

"Do you have some lube?" Lanelle asked.

"You won't need it. Magical butt plugs, remember? They're self-saucing." Spicy tapped his hoof against the floor. He wanted so desperately to be on the other side of the curtain when the woman started to transform, but all his professionalism fought against his desires.

Appreciating the gag, Birrani held up the toy and shrugged. "Well, not time like the present." Lifting one leg up and onto a bench, he leaned down a bit and back with the toy in his hand. The moment the tip of it touched his anus a shiver ran through his body. Magic.

Naked herself, Lanelle watched her boyfriend tease his own rear with the toy before finally pressing it inward. She bit her lip and, in the back of her mind, promised herself she'd buy some regular butt plugs to get Birrani to use.

The feel of the thing inside him, stretching his rump, made Birrani shiver. Everything started to feel surreal and strange. He looked up at Lanelle, and was besotted with her all over again. "Y-You're doing that thing with your eyes."

"Only because I'm watching you grow fur—and wings! Holy shit, Birra, you've got wings!" As she reached out to touch them, Lanelle felt the tingle of magic on his skin. "Shit, I need to get mine in. This is awesome!"

Birrani's center of mass shifted forward as his hips adjusted and shifted. He looked over his shoulder at the black-furred hips and tail that now made up his rear. "I've got a tail, Lanny!" He looked at her just in time to see her shoving her own toy into her rear. "F-fff…"

No matter how distracted she was by the intruder lodged in her rear, Lanelle would never forget the moment she lost her vulva, vagina, and uterus and became male. A shiver of excitement washed over her like the midnight black fur. "I'm really changing, Birra. Look—Birra?"

The long, black beak that had pushed its way from Birrani's face—forming an extension of his mouth—brought with it a new problem. The beak might be a little flexible, but it couldn't articulate like his mouth had. Struggling, he finally managed to make a sound—a long, drawn-out caw.

"Whoa, you got a beak and everything. Can you even, like, talk with that?" Lanelle had turned her attention to Birrani, watching as his wings grew feathers and his shoulders adjusted for the powerful forelimbs and wings he now had. Reaching out one paw, she stroked down from his head to his shoulders. "This is the best night ever!"

Still trying to get the hang of making words again, Birrani felt a shiver on his shoulders as his dark wings grew bigger and bigger. It was still surreal, but there was something very physical and natural starting to impinge on the situation—he was getting horny.

Birrani lowered his head and looked down his chest and belly and gaped his beak a little at the sight of his shaft. Long and tapered to a point, he saw the rough patch around the base and let out another excited caw.

Caught up in her own changes, Lanelle's hand—now a fuzzy paw-hand—reached to her groin and felt the shaft swelling out into her grip. When her first purr came, she started to stroke her shaft and sat down on the bench beside her—it was everything she'd always wanted to feel.

"Hey!" Spicy could hear enough purring and cawing to know they'd both used their plugs, but the pair were taking their time on the after effects, and he could do sums well enough to know they were probably in flagrante delicto. "Get your plugs out before you leave the room, please, and try not to stain anything."

The stranger's words yanked Birrani back to himself and he shook his head to clear the lustful fuzz that was crowding in on his mind. The truth was that Blazing Pounce had reduced the mental effects of the toys greatly, but when someone's already acting out a fetish their resistance against any force telling them it was good was always going to be low. "Caw—What? Oh, right. Lanny, stop jerking it and get some pants on."

Looking down, Lanelle realized what she was doing and couldn't help but giggle. "Birra, I've got a cock!" She let out a whine when her boyfriend advanced on her and reached behind to grab the plug in her butt. "But it feels so good in the—e—e—re!" Each drawn-out E was the result of Birrani yanking on the toy until, at last, it came free. "Put it back in, Birra. I feel so damn empty."

"Lanny, they won't let you leave with it in you. Remember the rules?" Birrani asked.

Lanelle closed her eyes and focused, trying to ignore the aching feeling. "Damn it, this is impossible. Turn around—I'm gonna return the favor."

Fumbling and trying to move around, Birrani almost fell over several times (and would have if he didn't have four legs). "You might have to do the moving for me. I can't figure all these legs ou—" His last word turned into a groan as Lanelle got herself behind him and reached under his tail. "L-Lanny?"

"Hold on, sweet-buns, let's get this out of you so we can get out there and show off." Closing one hand-paw around the base of the toy, Lanelle pulled on it—fighting against Birrani's muscles. "Let go, Birra!"

"But I'll be so empty without it in—" Birrani let out a loud caw as the plug pulled free. Aching with how empty he felt, he squirmed in place and looked back at his girlfriend. "You're mean."

"Yeah I am, but you know we had to get those out. Damn if my ass doesn't feel wrong being empty, though." Reaching her hand up, Lanelle stroked Birrani's coat backwards from his thick tail all the way to his wings. "I guess someone will have to fill it for me when we get home."

For a moment Birrani felt embarrassed. The bat-guy was still in the room, and here was his own girlfriend telling him how much she was going to rail him when they got home. That's when it hit him. No one would recognize him. Not even his family or friends would look at the dark raven-panther griffon and see Birrani. Turning, struggling to keep his movements fluid, he looked up at Lanelle. "And what about you? Don't want a griffon cock in you?"

It shocked Lanelle at first, but hearing Birrani be so up-front with someone else in the room made her purr. "Maybe I do. Come on, we owe this guy something pretty amazing for doing this for free."

"It's not us, Lanny. Don't you get it? When people look at us like this, they don't see us." Birrani tried to strut around the room, but completely failed three times to get a foot into the right spot—and since they were all in a row, he did fall over.

"You're right. Holy shit. Okay, we need some—Did you just fall over?"

"Come on, you two. If you don't hurry your cute booties, someone else will be the first out and then you don't get any rebate." It was an empty threat. Spicy had to concede he enjoyed just hearing the account of Lanelle becoming male. "Get some shorts on and get a move on!"

Lanelle yelped at the reminder that Spicy was still in the room, but it was the kind of shock that was safe—he couldn't actually see her naked, after all, if it wasn't her he was seeing. Checking the drawer, she found a pair of stretchy shorts and pulled them on—just as Birrani pulled back the corner with a wing. "You're getting the hang of all those bits?"

"Yeah I—" Birrani paused at the look of open desire in Spicy's eyes. What surprised him more was that the guy looked between them and shared the same look with Lanelle. "I think I have it covered. You know how it is—just like riding a bike."

"Let your wings hang a little loose at your sides, try to put some prowl into your back legs and strut into your front ones." Spicy was having fun now, though he was hoping he wasn't appearing too into it. "And you—tall, dark, and oh-so-handsome—you need to look like you own the room."

Before either could react, Spicy reached for the door handle and pulled it open. Strutting out into the club, he reached to the mic control under his wing and turned his mic live. "Everyone, we have our first pairing here, and you would not believe how smokin' hot they both are." He glanced to the side to see Lanelle doing exactly as he'd asked. "Notice the midnight fur? He might be a little shorter than you now, but when he has you on your knees, you know he'll own you!"

Lanelle shivered under her fur at the description. She enjoyed being on top most of the time, but the way Spicy described her was like in one of the porn vids she'd seen here and there. With Spicy's talking her up, and with the anonymity that her current form afforded her, she leveled her gaze at the people around them and glared each and every one of them into a submissive, wide-eyed stare.

Trying out the walking idea Spicy had told him, Birrani caught a bunch of faces sliding from Lanelle to him. They studied his movement and his stance, and more than a few seemed completely focused on his wings—which he spread up and out to good effect.

"This little showoff doesn't need an explanation, does he? Look at this stud-muffin—he'll pin you down and fuck you all night long if you're not careful. And, you know what they say about feline refractory periods?" When the crowd looked a little lost at his comment, Spicy rolled his eyes. "Practically instant!

"Now, who's next?"

The press of people around them made Lanelle's hackles rise a little. She reached out with her paw and grabbed Spicy, then grabbed at Birrani too and dragged them to the bar. "Okay, new rule boss-man, you need an adult standing beside you at all times. They would have stomped all over you."

Batting his eyelashes, Spicy looked up at Lanelle. "My hero!" He gave her his biggest, toothiest grin he could. "But on a more serious note, you have a deal. Free for tonight."

"Free?" Blazing Pounce jumped up on a seat beside the trio. "Spicy Hot, you can't go giving our products away! Those people would have been stampeding to get transformed anyway—there was no need to give two away."

"Have you two met my wonderful stallion here?" Spicy leaned over and kissed Blazing on the lips, completely disarming his lover's temper. "Legends say he's the only lover who has ever completely satisfied me. The legends are true, but not for lack of trying!"

Blazing laughed at that and used his magic to pull Spicy closer into a more intense kiss. Pinning his batty lover in place for nearly a minute, Blazing finally pulled back. "That was your worst one yet." He glanced at an awkward-looking Lanelle. "Don't sweat the money, and come back in the morning—we might have a job for you. Both of you."

Rearing up and sitting almost upright at the bar, Birrani looked at Blazing with some confusion. "I thought you didn't like us?"

Spicy spread one wing around Blazing and pulled him close. "This glorious unicorn here is surprisingly business savvy for a warlock. He also takes a little time to warm up to people." He added a nuzzle under Blazing's jaw for good measure. "What he needs to do is relax. Things are going great tonight. Look, we have more people coming out now."

"Spicy has this annoying knack of being able to read people almost completely on first meeting and know they'll be useful or not. It's so bucking annoying. It wouldn't be so bad if he wasn't right each time. Anyway, have fun, have some drinks, head home and have more fun—but do come back in the morning. If we're this busy again tomorrow, we'll need more staff."

The dance floor became a menagerie. There were ponies galore, wolves, cats, griffons, a few zebra, and even more bipedal types. Lanelle danced with anyone she could find who wasn't paired up, but always dove back to Birrani when he was missing a partner.

For his part, Birrani and several other quadrupeds were organized to one side of the dance floor trying to establish their own dances—ones that didn't require standing upright.

"You notice they seem to be at the center of their respective groups?" Spicy asked Blazing. "Look at them, they're practically hosts with how inclusive they're acting."

"Already made your mind up about them, haven't you?" Blazing used his magic to float a drink each over to them. "What is it with you and lost puppies?"

"Cats. They're both cats. Well, Birra is a cat-bird, but neither is in any way a puppy." Spicy turned to look at Blazing and gave his lover the biggest pair of puppy eyes he could. "But I'll be your puppy, if you'll put a collar on me."

"Spicy…" It hadn't been easy for Blazing to learn about all the kinky things Spicy enjoyed, but he'd just started to find his own enjoyment in them—though it was more who he was doing them with that stirred his libido. "I still don't know if I can do all that pet stuff. Giving you commands and fucking you silly is one thing, but pets are a big responsibility. For one thing, I need to get you house-trained—and the vet isn't returning my calls after I asked about getting you vaccinated."

Staring at Blazing for a second, Spicy barely realized he was making a joke. With the final gag, however, Spicy let out a few loud screeches of laughter that were eaten by the noise of the club. Dipping his head forward, he shoved his snout into Blazing's fluffy coat and inhaled his lover's scent.

Blazing used his magic to hold Spicy close and nuzzle him. "You know, I might have flipped my life around, but I don't regret it. This is me now."

"Mmhmm, and this is me being your adorable lover." Spicy wasn't inclined to pull his snout away, not now he was bathing in Blazing's scent. "You wanna have some fun after—?" He cut short when Blaze's magic grabbed at the scruff of his neck and triggered Spicy's muscles to relax. "Fffff…"

"There's my stallion. Now, let's keep our minds on the job and not what I'm going to do to your ass tonight."

When the pinch on his neck left, Spicy almost physically melted. "Y-Yeah." In all the right ways.

Birrani practically fell out of the back seat of the Uber. Behind him, Lanelle paid the driver and closed both doors. "You've got the keys?"

Turning to look at Birrani, Lanelle's paws reached down and felt the sheer shorts she wearing. "Spare key it is." She started to walk around to the side of the house, but the front door opened behind her.

"Guys? Did anyone order a griffon plushie?"

"Tom, it's me. Birra." Birrani walked closer to his housemate. "We kinda left our keys and stuff at the club. Things got intense." He looked up into the eyes of his startled housemate and let out a sigh. "Yes, that kinky transformation club is real."

"This is some kind of gag, right? Birra? Where are you hiding you goddamned Australian menace?" Thomas looked out the door and to the left, and then swung his head around to the right to come nose-to-snout with Lanelle. "What the—?"

"Out of the way. Thanks for opening the door, Tom." Having lost a little height to the transformation, Lanelle made up for it with confidence and pushed Thomas back from the door and led the way inside. "Hey, Stacy."

Unlike Thomas, who was aware of his housemate's furriness but didn't partake in it himself, Stacy was definitely part of the fandom and when she saw Lanelle, her eyes went wide as saucers. "Y-Y-You mean that club is fuckin' real?! No way!"

"Yes way! And look, I'm just like my 'sona!" Lanelle spun around to show off her fuzzy, toned body. "I feel amazing, Stacy!" She spun in another circle just for the hell of it.

"She's not the only one. Look at this!" Striding in, doing as much of a strut as Spicy had taught him, Birrani let his wings slide open a little and showed them off. "I've got no arms, but six limbs. This is crazy!"

"Wait. Hold up. A raven griffon? What kind of cat-end is that?" Stacy ignored Lanelle for a moment and turned her attention onto Birrani. "Birra, you're weird as fuck, but look amazing."

The praise—even with the rider on it—still made Birrani strut a little more. "Quoth the griffon, never fucking more, cunts!" He didn't care that his housemates still winced whenever he let loose with his more Aussie swearing, Birrani felt amazing. He even loosed a caw for good measure.

"You're not going to start one of those yiff piles I've heard about, are you? You can do that shit all you want in your rooms, don't get me wrong, but there are rules about the living room, remember?" With the door closed behind him, Thomas looked at his transformed friends with a little curiosity. "Ugh, and one of those was everyone has to wear clothes. Birra, get your fuzzy butt to your room and either sleep this off or put some pants on."

"But I'm—"

Pointing to the stairs, Thomas glared at Birrani. "I don't care if you're a hundred-foot-long-dragon, Birra. You know the rules!"

Slumping a little, Birrani started walking for the stairs only to have Lanelle start following with a blushing Stacy not far behind her.

"Stacy?" Thomas asked.

It was a little hard for Stacy to admit, but she'd had some fantasies, and if she could maybe get Birrani to try one (and Lanelle to agree), it would mean everything to her—not that she was going to admit that to Thomas. "I'm not going to do anything with them. I just want to feel his feathers. They look amazing."

Thomas was no one's idiot—Stacy, however, was an adult and wasn't his girlfriend. Instead of sitting right down again, he instead went to the kitchen and restocked the ice-cube-maker with water and told it to get some ready. "The things I do."

Birrani, when he slipped into the bedroom he shared with Lanelle, was unsurprised to see Stacy slip in behind his girlfriend. "Stacy—Look, I don't mind hanging out with you, but I'm monogamous, okay?"

Crouching down, Lanelle kissed Birrani on the cheek. "You are such a sap. Here's two girls horny for you, and you pick me."

Jumping up, Birrani pushed Lanelle back on the bed and kissed her—at least he tried. "I don't know if beaks work for kissing."

Laughing at the attempt, Lanelle nonetheless gave him a little smooch on the beak anyway. "Silly birbcat."

"Y-You could always…" Birrani said.

Freezing, looking up into her boyfriend's eyes, Lanelle then looked past him to spot Stacy. "Um. Are we talking about this now?"

"I can smell both of you. I know you two have been looking at each other a lot. I couldn't, but if you want to I'd be cool with it." Looking back over his shoulder at Stacy, Birrani realized she was staring with huge eyes at them. "So?"

"Errm. I, uh…" Unsure what to say, Lanelle went to bite her lower lip but managed to stop when she remembered the size of her teeth. "Are you sure you'd be cool with it, Birra?"

Scared that anything she'd say would break her shot of banging an actual fur, Stacy kept her mouth closed tight.

"Yeah. Not sure about Stacy, though. She looks terrified. Something wrong?"

A new fear hit Stacy—they thought she wasn't into the idea! "I wanna fu—" It wasn't what she meant to say, but the grins on her friends' faces told her they got the message. "I was just giving you two a moment to talk without me trying to pressure you or worse and then it kinda lasted too long and I was getting worried that I wasn't saying anything but then you thought I was scared off or something and I wasn't so I needed to say something but I didn't mean it—"

"Stacy!" Lanelle shook her head. "Tap it down for a second, girl. If you want to have a little fun that might wind up being more fun, just say so."

"S-So!" It was all Stacy's brain could think to say, though she followed it up with giggles. Pausing a moment, she bit her lower lip. "S-Since we're talking can—can I watch?"

Looking up at Birrani, Lanelle shrugged her shoulders, and when he shrugged his she replied, "Sure. We, uh, might ask you to leave if our minds change. Are you okay with that?"

"Fine! I mean, ugh. I need to relax." Closing her eyes, Stacy tried to forget about the sexy furs in the room with her—who were about to get it on—and imagined herself as the adult she was. The problem was that Stacy the adult was so very horny right now. When she opened her eyes again, she saw Lanelle nuzzling and licking around Birrani's neck, and all the horniness in her ramped up.

Purring, Lanelle wrapped her arms and legs around Birrani's back and arched her spine for her lover, but the feel of his shaft rubbing against her shorts reminded her she hadn't removed them. Shimmying and trying to get them off her hips failed, however, but then she remembered they had someone watching. "Hey, uh, Stacy?"

Jumping in her seat, Stacy was struggling not to touch herself. "Y-Yeah?"

"Can you give me a hand with these shorts?" Lanelle watched her friend's shock turn to excitement.

On her feet and unable to remember how she'd gotten there, Stacy walked close and saw the problem. She huffed a few times in excitement at the sight of Birrani's rampant shaft stroking and pressed against Lanelle's belly. She could see the fur it was sandwiched between was a little matted, and there was a stain on the shorts. "F-Fuck…"

Birrani had to struggle against his own kind of freak-out, and turned to talking to help. "Hopefully, but one of us will be having way less fun with those still on."

Holding her breath, Stacy reached around and grabbed each side of the waistband of the shorts and started pulling them down. The first few inches alone exposed Lanelle's shaft—which looked to be the equal of Birrani's—and a little more revealed her sheath and fuzzy balls. "Fucking hell, you're both hung like—" Slamming her mouth closed, Stacy pulled the shorts down Lanelle's legs before she lost her focus completely and just buried her face between them.

"Hey, Stacy, thanks." Lanelle barely got the words out in time when Birrani dropped his hips and ground his shaft against hers. Letting out a purring moan, Lanelle completely lost track of their friend as pleasure lanced at her mind. Having spent the whole evening in this form, finding out it was so sexually sensitive was a huge shock—and a delight.

As Birrani rolled his body in long, slow humps, he was struggling against the urge to just go wild. He wanted to mount Lanelle and plow her rear for everything he was worth, but first he would give her a slower introduction to penis ownership. Each grind made him let loose a low and drawn-out cawwww. With his quadrupedal stance, his body was literally built for this.

"C-C-Can I—I mean would it be okay—should I—" As she tried to ask permission, Stacy's hand betrayed her and strayed down to her thighs and stroked between them. She still had her jeans on, and so sensations were muted, but it was plenty enough feeling to push her own arousal up.

Stacy's actions didn't go unnoticed. Birrani, grinding away and frotting with his girlfriend, spotted Stacy's reflection in the mirror. Surprise was his first reaction, but the more he watched her the more he realized how into it she was getting. He wasn't doing anything with her, but there was an entirely one-way connection. He was her porn, and it made things hotter.

When Birrani sped up and then became erratic with his humping, Lanelle realized what he was about to do. She squirmed a little under him, and when a wet blossoming stickiness soaked her belly, she knew he was getting off.

Normally, Birrani would be super embarrassed about finishing first, but he had no chance because before he even finished unloading, Lanelle grabbed him, shoved him over onto the bed, and then she got up and behind him.

Lanelle had pegged her boyfriend before, such was actually part of their normal sex life, but this was different. She had no boobs, she had no wide hips, she only had tense muscles, a wet dick, and an anal-loving boyfriend to satisfy.

The difference between pegging and actually fucking her boyfriend in the ass, for Lanelle, was the feel of it. Her pointed dick pressed under Birrani's tail and kissed the ring of flesh that was guarding his bowels. She pressed her paws onto his back and unconsciously started kneading him with her claws.

Birrani was used to the feel of a large cat penis against his butt—his girlfriend owned three of them, after all—but this one was hot and real, and for his part he was still really worked up after frotting with her. With her kneading his back, he spread his wings a little and weakly flapped them as she started to push into him.

He was so tight, and Lanelle so worked up, that she pushed in maybe a little fast. Her body just wanted to claim his rear, and lacking the experience of fucking her boyfriend's ass with a dick, she just went with the flow.

Stacy, one hand over her mouth to stop her from moaning, rubbed the front of her jeans for all she was worth. She'd listened to the pair through the wall often enough, but seeing them going at it—transformed—hit even more buttons than usual. That's when her eyes met Birrani's in the mirror, and she caught him winking at her.

The shocked expression on Stacy's face was worth the wink, Birrani thought, doubly so since it looked like she was losing control. He tried to think how he could make her tip over the edge. He knew she had a thing for griffon furs, he also knew she had a thing for transformation—not unlike himself in that regard, which made him wonder why she didn't go to the club too.

When nothing came to mind easily, Birrani slowly turned to his side so that Lanelle was humping against his thigh, then reached down between his legs and took a firm hold of his feline shaft.

Unable to believe what she was watching, Stacy stared in rapt attention as Birrani started to jerk himself off. Griffon talons were, apparently quite dexterous, and she felt spellbound by the look of pure bliss on his face. Her hand a blur in the crotch of her jeans, Stacy had to squeeze her eyes closed as her orgasm rushed up to meet her.

Turning her head at the moan behind her, Lanelle watched Stacy frantically try to remove her jeans and squirm while all her muscles seemed to be fighting against her. She even paused her fucking to watch Stacy fall off the chair and finally get her hand down the front of her jeans. "You good?"

Still riding the wave, her fingers stroking slowly along the outside of her soaked underwear, Stacy barely managed a nod.

"Great, because if Birra is still cool with it, I'm going to fuck your ass next." Lanelle gave Stacy a hard stare, ensuring they locked eyes so she could convey the truth of her statement.

"Well," Birrani was still stroking himself, but the oddest thing was he hadn't managed a climax yet, "if you don't get back to fucking me, I might just bend you over and take you instead." The masturbation was starting to become a bit of a singular focus without Lanelle fucking him, all his attention was there—and with all his attention there, he became more and more aware that he couldn't get off.

Noticing what Birrani was doing now, Lanelle let out a laugh. "Didn't read the waiver so close, did you? It said you can't masturbate to climax in it, or even get off at all while alone."

"Almost… there…"

"No you're not, look—" Rolling her eyes, Lanelle started her hips moving again. The feel of his tight, hot ass all around her shaft had the thinky-parts of her brain relaxing. Reaching to Birrani's belly while she kept pounding his butt, she wrapped her hand around Birrani's so they both made contact with his shaft.

It just took that touch and Birrani's body exploded in release. He let out a loud caw and shot his load all over the covers of the bed, humping into his talon and Lanelle's paw for all he was worth.

The tight squeezing of Birrani's anal muscles was all Lanelle needed for her own release. Humping forward hard, she sunk herself deep in Birrani's rear and let go. The electric pleasure that seemed to squeeze at her balls forced her to hump in fast and short strokes that made her see stars. When the actual climax poured over her like her semen was pouring into Birrani, Lanelle arched her spine, lifted her head, and let out a yowling moan as her body did its absolute best to fill Birrani's colon with her cum.

The hot rush in his rear made Birrani shudder again, though with Lanelle pulling her hand away from him, he knew he wouldn't be getting off himself.

"S-So you're stuck together now, right?" Stacy asked. "I mean, the spines…"

Looking back at Stacy and curled one finger in a come here gesture. "Look, I know the furry fandom is all rawr spines and imagines them to be little spears, but look."

Crawling a little and then struggling to get her feet under her, Stacy got up and circled around the pair—trying to give them some space by at the same time not wanting to. Then she saw it. Birrani was cradling his shaft with one talon and ran one claw slowly along the base. "Those are the spines?"

"Yeah. Kinda about the same roughness as Lanny's tongue. Hold up, look but don't touch. What do you want to see?" Birrani could handle showing off, he just didn't want to do anything with Stacy, he just liked to show off. In his brain, he tried to work out why one and not the other, but it was hard to make sense of his fetishes when they didn't make sense to begin with and he had his girlfriend's cock in his butt.

Pulling her hand back from where she'd been reaching out, Stacy blushed. She really just wanted to touch it, and though it was hard to hold back, she also wanted to stay friends with the couple. "I kinda just wanted to feel it. I guess I can do that with Lanny's when she pulls out, right?"

"Yeah, I think I'm fine with that. I might tease you a bit more, though." Smirking at Stacy's surprised look, Birrani curled his claw back around himself and started to slowly stroke again.

Openly staring, Stacy shook her head and let out a laugh. "You, Birra, are such a fucking tease. You made me cum my fucking brains out before doing that, I won't—won't be—"

Lifting herself from Birrani's flank, Lanelle pulled free from him with a firm tug that made her purr and Birrani whine. "You okay there, Birra?"

"Y-Yeah. Okay, that is a little different to when you're actually plowing my ass up. Must have something to do with giving them time to settle in." Clenching down on his ass for all he was worth, Birrani rolled to his back and kept up the slow jerking.

Rolling her eyes, Lanelle said, "You're not going to get off, Birra. I told you—"

Giving a soft caw, Birrani stuck his tongue out at Lanelle. "Not trying to get off, just relax."

"Suit yourself. I think I'll try this little number out about now. How about it, Stacy, want a ride?" Turning her attention to Stacy, Lanelle caught a look at Birrani in a mirror and noticed him stroking a little faster. She was surprised at his behavior, he'd never been into any kind of voyeurism or exhibitionism.

"I want to ride you." Stacy stepped toward Lanelle and pressed herself against all that fur and muscle. "I want you to lay back on the bed and I'll kneel over you and fight myself to get off your cock each time."

Shivering at the thought, Lanelle nuzzled at Stacy's neck. "Sounds good, but I should clean up first."

With Lanelle walking to the en suite bathroom to clean off after buggering Birrani, Stacy looked at him again. Watching him watch her, slowly stroking his shaft, was driving her more than a little nuts. To try to get him back, she reached up and pulled her shirt off, then reached behind her back and unhooked her bra.

Birrani focused on Stacy in the same way he'd watched porn before. He admired her body—curves, breasts, hips, she wasn't thin, but also wasn't overweight—and let out a soft caw as she undressed for him. "You know, we should play strip poker sometime."

Turning around so her back was to Birrani, Stacy nodded. "There needs to be some kind of stake, though, or we'd both just keep losing on purpose." She shimmied her hips and worked her jeans and panties down together, tipping forward so her butt was sticking out and giving Birrani a good look at her anus and vulva between her legs.

"Loser can't masturbate?"

"That's fair, but I was thinking something a little more…"

Birrani thought about what more he would be willing to offer, then it came to him. "Loser has to give the winner one of their sex toys until the next game?"

Sliding her jeans off her legs, Stacy turned when one leg was free and used her momentum to kick them off her other leg. "Now that is something I'd like. Lanny has told me things about some of your toys."

"Well, you better have some good ones too. If all I get is a four-inch-vibe, I'm going to be upset. That said, I'll probably still take it and use it in ways you'd never believe." Bringing his claw-tip up, he ran it over the tip of his shaft. He mused a little on what Lanelle had said about not being able to cum on his own—he didn't mind it so much so long as he didn't want that to be his target. Right now he was happy just getting a nice buzz of pleasure going.

When Lanelle walked back into the room, she listened to the pair for a little bit before cutting in. "Okay, not to intrude on your little game you have going here, but I'm still horny as fuck and I want to put this"—she gestured at her penis—"in one of you."

"Me first!" Stacy raised her hand and bounced a little. She was playing up, of course, because it was fun to. She'd never enjoyed just being naked before, but Birrani's indifference and focus on her had been working her up in new and interesting ways. "Lay down on the bed, stud, and I'm gonna devour that."

Stacy was more forward in her femininity than Birrani had ever been in taking Lanelle, and it was exciting-different for her. She let herself be guided to the bed and lay back beside her boyfriend, even reached out a hand and twined her fingers in his talons. "This is the first time someone's done—"

The exciting rush in Birrani, when Stacy climbed up and sat down on Lanelle's shaft, was completely unexpected but not unwelcome. The first penetration of her loins into a female clearly did it for his girl, and he loved how intense she suddenly looked. His talon tightened a little and he sped up the pace on his shaft.

Lanelle reached one hand down to Stacy's hip to feel her move, but all her attention was on her shaft. The rush of pleasure was unbelievable, and she knew that she'd found her new favorite place to visit in Presto Change-Oh!

Spicy Hot was unsurprised to find the couple coming back the next morning. He was sitting at the bar with Steven under one wing and Celeste sitting on the other side of him.

Steven Smith was a brown-coated earth pony with a blonde mane and tail. He'd finally made the choice to just be a pony, and the choice he'd picked was a "regular" earth pony. The magic he had with plants was something that was magnified in his new form, and it had been an easy choice to just leave the plug in one night.

Watching the newcomers, Celeste eyed them down then up. She'd found she couldn't settle on a form. Her newfound love of changing itself led her to accept that where she wanted to be was on stage performing while turning into something new. "They look cute, though a little young. Are you sure they're right for this?"

"If you saw the way they strutted last night, you'd know they were." Spicy smirked a little as he waved to the couple. "Welcome back. How was your night?"

Birrani, his arm around Lanelle and with her arm around him, tried not to show too much excitement to be back in the place that had unlocked a whole mess of new kinks and sensations for him the previous night. "Ah, it wasn't bad."

Lanelle elbowed her boyfriend in the ribs for the typical Aussie reply. "What he means to say was, thank you for the free sample and that we had a great time." Walking to the bar, she sat up on a stool and waited for Birrani to join her. "You said you had a job for us? We can't work every day, we're at college here, but we can get something worked out."

"Sounds perfect. Well, except for only partial work. I was looking for some full-time workers, but I'm sure I can accommodate you. You know most of what goes on here, but I'd like you to stay tonight and see what kind of behind the scenes stuff is needed." Reaching to his briefcase with his free wing, Spicy pulled out a pair of application forms. "Alejandro would roar at me if I forgot to give you these. It's a formality, of course, but an important one so far as the business goes."

Taking the forms handed to them, Birrani looked over them while still trying to get used to not having wings. Scanning the page, he didn't find anything on it to be onerous or difficult to fill out. "Is, uh—" He took a pen from Spicy too. "…are you the unicorn from last night?" he asked Celeste.

"Me?" Celeste shook her head. "Nope. Blazing Pounce is working on some new plugs for tonight. He's finalized his form, so he doesn't turn back anymore."

Lanelle, who'd been filling out her own form, lifted her head from the paperwork at mention of that. "That's an option? I mean, I thought—"

"We are not offering finalized forms at this point in time, except after extensive consultation and legal interaction." Spicy wanted to nip that in the bud. "But, if that is your goal, becoming an employee is a good way to start."

When the couple heard that, they both dipped their heads back down and started filling out the forms furiously. Spicy could only grin at the reaction.

Author's Note

Ask Starlight: Now that we know the plug work both way. Would you like to try it in order to visit the whole new world? (at the cost of your femininity)

"I'd like to pass on that one. I like all my bits where they are. And, besides, I hear that Twilight and Blazing are working on a mirror/portal system like Twilight has with that other human world." Starlight let out a wistful sigh. "I think I might even put in for a transfer to public relations there. I'm sure I could find somegriff to keep me occupied." Pausing a moment, she realized what she said and blushed. "Something! I mean something to keep me occupied!"

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