Equestria

"Two of them? How did that happen?" Dazed Dream stared at the surface of the magic Organized Chaos had created. "And I thought you said they would get brought here so we can finally get over this damned heat!"

"Relax. That's just the security measure built into the plug. You'll notice the second creature tried to remove it from the first? Well, this is what it does to anycreature that attempts that." Organized Chaos wore the expression of a master strategist (who'd gone a little off the deep end). "Admittedly I didn't expect them to be able to remove the plugs, but even now their minds are being bent toward using them again. It's only a matter of time, now."

"Only a matter of time? I need a stallion now, Organized. Look at them! If your magic had just yanked them back as they were, we could be getting bucked silly right now!"

"It doesn't work like that. If they're not completely pony, they can't come across. Even then they'll still be anchored in their world, but they will charge their butt plugs with energy enough to pull them across… for a time."

"But I want a stallion noooooo-wwwwww!" When her whining didn't seem to work, Dazed Dream let out a sigh. "Then I'll just go fishing for one myself." As she started to turn, Dazed saw Organized's magic lock the door. "Oh? What are you going to do? Keep me locked up here?"

"I know that won't work. Not with your special talent." Organized Chaos smiled as the other mare turned to face her. "But I did think we can help each other. Present yourself, filly."

Dazed Dream's legs wobbled at the authoritative tone. "Oh no! The evil sorceress is going to overpower me. Whatever will I do?"

Earth

Celeste yawned and made a soft, happy sound at the feel of a warm body against her back. Her mind was still a little rattly about the events of the previous day—all she could remember was hooking up with Steven.

Waking at the feel of the body hugged to his chest and belly moving, Steven closed one hand around Celeste's breast and squeezed it slowly. "'Morning."

The attention to her body drew a soft moan from Celeste. She shifted in the bed more, pressing her bare rump against the stiff member she felt at Steven's crotch. Which was the moment she remembered what had been in her rear the previous day.

Steven felt Celeste freeze—her body no longer so much as twitching at his attention. "What's wrong?"

"The butt plugs. We changed back."

Six little words had never sparked so much of an avalanche of memories for Steven before. Finding Celeste half turned into a pony. Trying to get the plug out of her. Getting plugged himself. Lots of silly sex. "Someone was at the window."

"What are they going to do? Tell the police two people were turning into horses?" Celeste relaxed again as her mind worked at the problem. "Not that it couldn't be a problem eventually—unless she got photos."

"Yeah, and you know what'll happen if she—it was a woman?" Having felt Celeste relax a little, Steven went back to slowly massaging her breast. "Anyway, if she posts them anywhere, they'll look so fake no one will take them seriously."

"Then we need to hide any evidence in case she does bring the cops down on us for… Is there even a—" Taking a moment to sigh happily as Steven hot-dogged her rump and massaged her chest, Celeste nonetheless pulled forward and away from Steven. "Come on. Let's get the damn toys and floor cleaned."

With only a token effort at grabbing Celeste before she got too far away, Steven let out a groan. "You're terrible, you know that? I'm gonna be blue all day now." The sight of her rump walking out his bedroom door did nothing to solve Steven's problem. "And I still haven't finished that garden bed."

The sound of Celeste's mobile cut through the quiet of the house. As soon as its noise met her ear, Celeste's mind hit on the last thing she'd forgotten. "It's Monday!"

Steven let out a sigh and slumped back into bed. "Guess that means I'm cleaning up solo?" He wrapped a hand around his jutting shaft and gave it a few strokes. The memories of not being able to do this one simple thing made the moment oddly sweet.

"Y-Yeah! I gotta run, sorry!" Celeste was in a panic. She knew she smelled like sex, so rushed into the bathroom and under a hot, stinging shower.

Standing up from the bed, Steven stretched and looked down. "I'll take care of you properly after breakfast. Step one, clean up after last night."

So began the morning rituals of the pair. Celeste had to call into her work to tell them she'd be a little late, and Steven cleaned up the main bathroom, and started cleaning a path back toward the kitchen.

The moment he left the safety of the hallway, Steven's attention was drawn to the plug laying on the floor where Celeste had tossed it. There was a trail of what looked like lube, a few patches of gelid semen on the hard floor, and another plug not much further away.

Oddly, only the first one held Steven's attention for more than a few seconds—like it was calling to him. The effect, however, was not as pronounced than at first. Walking over to the two rear-invading miscreants, Steven dared to pick each up in a hand and walk to the kitchen sink.

Every moment he was touching the toy, his rear felt more and more empty, but unlike the initial need, this was much more tolerable. "Okay. I'll leave you two to soak. Time to clean this floor."

Celeste was already rushing, and barely stopped herself from stomping through some of the mess Steven was mopping from the floor. "I can't believe it all happened. Where did you put… them?"

"They're in the sink soaking. It's not so bad around them now. I guess they get calmer or something when they've already got your attention."

"Or maybe they're less powerful once they split apart like that?" Walking around the now cleaned floor as best she could, Celeste was reminded of what'd happened by the smell of what two horny stallions had done. "Fuck that was hot."

Moping up horse cum was not Steven's idea of a fun morning, but he couldn't deny Celeste's assessment. "Yeah." He watched her grab an apple from the fridge. "Wanna try it again tonight?"

Celeste almost dropped the apple. Her fingers clenched on the fruit almost enough to bruise it. "Yeah." Having her penis back was an exciting prospect. She'd liked the thing as a change of pace. "Maybe one at a time, though."

"Oh?" Steven leaned on his mop and looked at Celeste. "What do you mean?"

"Well. Okay, I'll give you tonight. You put your plug in first, then turn into a cute little stallion, and I'll give you a hand-job. Tomorrow night, we swap." Celeste only barely avoided biting her lip in arousal at the idea.

"Nah. You can go first. I get my dick wet every weekend—you are new to the game." The look Steven got from Celeste told him everything he needed to know. If it weren't for her work, he was sure she would be pouncing on him right then and there. "Now, have a good day at work."

"Ugh! Now I'm going to be horny all day!" Celeste walked passed Steven, her apple in hand, and kissed him on the cheek. "I hope it's worse for you."

"Me?" Slapping Celeste on the rump, Steven laughed. "Nah. I'll just rub one out whenever I get horny."

"You—are—the—worst." Celeste stomped toward the front door with each word, though she ran out of words before she reached it. "I'll see if I can figure out who our peeping tammy was today."

"We could just order pizza?"

"That… might be a good idea. Haven't had something trashy for a while." Opening the front door, Celeste looked back at Steven. "I meant pizza, not the delivery girl."

Steven cleaned the house. Not just the kitchen, hallway, and bathroom needed his attention. Part of the reason the house was so cheap to rent was that they maintain it, and for Steven and Celeste that meant Steven did the cleaning and gardening and Celeste paid the bills.

Not that Steven's side of things wasn't a full-time job—the house matched the gardens for opulence and style, and had more bedrooms than either Celeste or Steven could use, but they all needed cleaning regularly.

By midday, Steven had the house clean and headed out to the garden. Finishing up the bed he'd been aborted from working on over the weekend, he set about ensuring the lawn was thriving and cycling the watering system for the other garden beds.

As afternoon turned toward evening, he felt well worked and was anticipating more fun with the new toys.

Packing up his tools and heading inside, Steven left his dirty boots at the door and made his way down to the bathroom.

Staggering through the front door, Celeste locked it behind her and stumbled as far as the living room couch. She kicked off both shoes, dropped her purse, and flopped onto the soft leather. "I'm beat. This is—" Her hearing picked up on the sound of the shower running.

There was a decision ahead of Celeste. She could either wait for Steven to come out when he was cleaned up, or she could set up a surprise. New energy and excitement drove Celeste to her feet and sent her to the kitchen sink.

It was empty.

Panic hit her. Celeste looked around the kitchen for her toy, but couldn't find it or Steven's. Hoping against hope that Steven had simply put them somewhere safe, she walked through to her bedroom—and froze.

Sitting on Celeste's bed was the purple and pink toy.

Walking toward her perfectly made bed, Celeste let all the stress and worry melt from her. She reached out a hand and picked up the butt plug and kissed the side of it.

Freaking herself out a little, Celeste put the toy back down and began undressing. Her outfit was a well-made pants-suit that was tailored to her. It was so freeing to remove it. To cast off her daily work disguise and break out comfortable thing. But, tonight, the only thing she planned to wear went inside her.

She was just shimmying out of her panties when she head the shower stop. Giggling in excitement (and maybe a little worry), she picked up the toy and grabbed her pump of lube. A few squirts on the toy itself was a good start, but next Celeste took some more of the slippery stuff and reached under herself.

"Getting in the mood already?" Steven asked from the doorway.

"I was trying to get ready before you'd finished. Why don't you help me push this in?"

Waving his hands to ward Celeste off, Steven backed away from the door. "I can't give you a handy if my hands turn to hooves, and the toy might not be able to tell the difference between pushing toy in and trying to remove it."

"R-Right. Well, you can watch if you want." Celeste tried to do a sexy crawl on her bed and point her ass toward Steven.

A front row seat to his hot friend stuffing her butt with a toy? Steven wasn't about to walk away from that. Besides, he was just starting to get a little stiff, and he wanted to be rock hard. He stared in rapt focus as Celeste lifted up the lubed toy and pressed the tip against her butt. "I didn't know you were so into toys… or anal?" he asked.

"You remember that guy I brought home last month—had really broad shoulders and was kinda clingy the next day?" Celeste waited for Steven to nod. "He liked butt stuff a lot. That wasn't the first time we'd hooked up. His favorite thing was shoving a vibe into me while he fucked my ass."

Steven opened his mouth to say TMI, but realized it wasn't. "I experimented a bit. It's not that I don't like guys…" He closed his mouth and thought a moment. "I don't know. It's just never worked out before—with a guy."

About to say more, Steven's voice caught in his throat as Celeste pushed the toy inward. His erection grew to full stiffness as she worked the tapered thing deeper and deeper. "Fuck…"

Concentrating on relaxing her anus so the toy would get the rest of the way without stretching her, Celeste took a slow breath and let it out—then pushed.

The toy going in caused several quick changes. Steven watched as Celeste's vulva—something he'd had a good view of from behind her—closed up and sealed. Her crotch bulged for a moment before a heavy sheath and balls grew down and hung between her legs.

Steven hadn't lied. He had been with guys before—and had enjoyed his time with them—but it had mostly been friction outside the bedroom that had left him swearing off company that bore a penis. Now, as he watched Celeste's horsecock grow from her sheath, he was revising that rule.

Celeste reached a hand down to her shaft and started to stroke it. "It feels so good, but I couldn't get off until—until you started touching it." She rolled to her back and looked down her slowly changing body at Steven.

"If I come over there and get you off, and it turns my hands into hooves again, neither of us will be able to order food."

Despite her need and despite how much she wanted Steven to be less logical and more handjobby, Celeste could understand where he was coming from. "Hey, you know what'd be funny? Order pizza from the place where our peeping tom was from. Maybe she'll be working again and we can confront her."

"As little horses?"

"I prefer the term pony."

Steven snorted in mirth at the reply. "As little ponies?"

"Horny little ponies. Yes. Either she'll explain herself, freak out, or go off the deep end. Any result would be a win." Could Celeste tell Steven she'd gotten off on having a peeping tom? No, but she could arrange for the tom to see more. "Look, we'll use the intercom doorbell. Leave the cash outside and tell them to take it and leave the pizza."

Thinking over the plan, Steven didn't like a few parts of it, but he couldn't think of anything better. "Next question, what do you want?"

"Handjob, but I'll take a—a margherita will do. Don't really feel hungry for meat, but I guess that makes sense. Ponies don't eat meat."

"But ponies eat cheese?" It took all Steven's willpower to drag his vision away from the shaft Celeste was showing off. "I'll get my phone."

With Steven out of the room, keeping her attention away from her penis was a lot harder for Celeste. She looked down at it and then reached out. Touching herself made her bite her lower lip, but not before a little whimper slipped free. Using the hand she'd gotten wet with lube, Celeste began to stroke her equine shaft in long, full strokes.

Back in his own room, Steven pulled his phone out and ordered two large margherita pizzas. At the very least, he figured, they could put one in the fridge for the next day. His mind ran back to the stallion in the other bedroom, and he decided to adjust the delivery a little.

Susan looked at the handset she'd just put down, then to the order she'd typed in on the computer. The address matched up perfectly, though this time it'd been a male. Unlike last time, of course, she'd actually gotten an order. Tapping enter, she printed the docket and turned around. "Sam! Order up. Couple of margherita, garlic bread, and a drink. They want it in about an hour. I'll deliver this one."

After a fifty-minute lead time, it took around ten minutes for the pizzas to be prepared and for them to roll through the pizza oven. Susan took them, the bread, and grabbed a bottle of soda from the fridge. "Is it okay if I head home after this one, Sam?"

"Yeah. Mikey's due back any minute. You got someone waiting for you or something?" Sam Reynolds was a boss who liked his workers. He knew each of them well enough to know when their private lives were a little lacking. Susan had, to Sam's knowledge, only taken one evening shift off in the last year—and that was the previous night.

The city their sleepy little suburb was attached to was big enough that everyone didn't know each other, so Susan was safe enough giving her boss a knowing smile and expected him to leave it at that.

"We got an extra medium sausage from that fusspot earlier. Take it." Passing the extra pizza, Sam tipped an imaginary hat. "Now get out of here before I change my mind."

The ride in her little car wouldn't be far—Susan had driven this way before—but it felt like forever thanks to her hands shaking on the wheel. What she'd seen the previous night, while she masturbated in the bushes, had been the freakiest and most awesome thing ever. She was no stranger to the furry fandom, and even frequented a particular sub-genre of it—transformation fetish.

Far from calling the police or the CDC, Susan had run back to her car after being spotted the previous night—her panties half down—and had driven home to finish off. Finish off several times.

Now she was driving back to the house. "So long as I don't get a cramp in my hand ag—What am I saying? They saw me in the window. Shit! If I give them this pizza, and they recognize me, what will they do? K-K-Kidnap me and T-T-TF me?"

Susan had never faced the prospect of driving a stick-shift and masturbating before, but if her imagination didn't let up a little, that's what she'd find herself doing.

Pulling up in the huge driveway, Susan climbed out of her car and fought off the urge to do anything about the heat in her belly. "Come on. You can do this. Just take the pizzas to the door, get their money, and leave. Don't imagine yourself on the floor, offering your rump to those little stallions. Fuck."

Walking up to the front door took every ounce of Susan's willpower. She reached her finger out and poked the doorbell.

When there was no immediate reply, she rang it again. This time there was a beep and a woman's voice she recognized asked, "The pizza?" She didn't just recognize it, she knew it was the caller from the previous night.

"Yeah. Uh…" Oh sure, Susan thought, just tell them you're sorry for watching them turn into ponies and masturbate.

"Can you just leave it there? Steven! Did you leave the money out front for the pizza?" A muffled male voice said something. "Dammit. Okay, I'll come and bring you the money, but you need to turn around and not peek."

Susan couldn't believe what she was doing. Carefully, she put the pizzas, bread, and drink down and turned away from the door. "I can't believe I'm doing th—" The sound of the door unlocking, a few bangs, and finally opening halted Susan's words. "Are you alright? Your call yesterday"—Susan's voice was practically on automatic and she couldn't stop it—"and I saw you…"

"It was you at the window then?" Celeste couldn't keep back a giggle. "Sorry for freaking out, you startled us."

"Freaking out? I was peeping on you!"

"Yeah, and if you keep quiet, you can do it again. No pictures though."

It was too much for Susan. She spun around and beheld Celeste. For a moment they both stared at each other before Susan let out a giggle. "You're a little pony."

"Ha!" Celeste turned back to look into the house. "Steven! I told you we're little ponies."

"A-Are you human normally? Do you turn into a human? Do you turn into a pony? Does it hurt? How do you afford this place if you're just a pony?" Susan's mouth was a runaway freight train of questions, and nothing she could think to do—short of finding a staple gun or duct tape—would stop the flow.

"Well, you might as well come in, now. We need to get things straightened out." Celeste looked pointedly at the pizzas. "Could you bring those with you? Hooves aren't exactly the best for carrying."

Susan had a moment where she weighed up her options. She could walk into these strangers' house and fess up to peeping on them through the window or she could run back to her car, get in, and drive until she was sure stumpy little pony legs couldn't catch her. But that wasn't her actual dilemma. Her real problem was trying to resist the urge to pick Celeste up and hug her.

Grabbing up the food, Susan followed Celeste into the house. Inside it was as opulent as it'd looked from the front. An old but stately leather couch sat in a large living room with a glass-topped coffee table before it. A pony already sat on said couch, though Susan was more distracted by what he was showing to actually notice much about him. What he was showing—sitting upright like a dog might—was his throbbing erection. "Hi."

Steven looked at Susan and recognized the shape of her from the window. "You were watching us yesterday." Even now he got the impression that she was paying far more attention to him than he deserved. "What was up with that?"

Celeste's nose twitched and she took a few sharp breaths. The scent of female arousal was like a fine wine to her senses, and with Susan focused on Steven, she could get close enough to pick up the smell fully. It took a few more seconds for her to realize what it was. "She's into this!"

Both Susan and Steven both turned to look at a grinning Celeste.

"You are, aren't you? You like sexy little ponies?" Celeste walked closer and pressed her shoulder against Susan's leg—which is when she spotted how Steven was sitting. She giggled.

"What?" Steven asked.

Steven's question had drawn Susan's attention away from Celeste rubbing around her legs. She looked at him and immediately locked onto his proud penis hanging under him. She swallowed and slowly nodded—too embarrassed to speak.

"It makes sense. That's why she was peeping from the window, why she didn't go to the cops or anyone, and why she's staring at your dong." Giggling more, Celeste felt more turned on than ever about Susan's previous peeping.

Looking down, then up, Steven met Susan's eyes. "You're into this too, huh?"

Susan could only nod. She knew for a fact—an absolute fact—that if she opened her mouth, she'd start spilling all her personal feelings on the matter. She was so distracted by Steven that she didn't feel Celeste jump up on her leg at first, nor the little pony forelegs wrapping around her upper knee—but she did feel when Celeste's penis started rubbing against her leg, though humping might be a better description.

Completely in her own world mentally, Celeste held onto Susan's leg for all she was worth and bucked her hips against it again and again. Each thrust rewarded her with the sensation of her shaft rubbing against something, and even though she'd literally just gotten off at Steven's hands not twenty-minutes earlier, she was ready to go again.

"Well, Susan," Steven said, reading Susan's name-tag she'd forgotten to take off her shirt, "you have two choices. You can try to get my friend there off your leg and leave her feeling all pent up and horny while she eats, or you can take one for the team and let her have some fun."

In truth, Susan was a little freaked out by the pony humping her leg, but she was far more turned on than freaked out. The combination of emotions left her staring as Celeste's humping became more and more erratic.

The one thing Celeste's focused mind feared was that she'd build herself up and not get off. Her own masturbation had proved unable to give her relief, but the moment she included Steven, she'd practically turned into a fire hose.

Right about then, when Celeste was almost at her peak, she fell sideways and flopped onto the floor with a whine.

Steven rolled his eyes. "Probably for the best. We should try to avoid making a mess on the carpet."

Celeste let out a whimper and reached her forehooves down to her belly and started rubbing herself. Of course, this was in vain—in her current form she wouldn't be able to climax without the aid of another, but that didn't stop her trying.

"But won't he make a mess when he's done?" Susan was almost mesmerized by the little pony masturbating on the floor beside her. She sat down on the couch and grabbed herself a slice of pizza without taking her eyes off Celeste.

"Her, actually, but I can understand the confusion. Can you get me some of that?" Despite his pride, Steven wasn't actually prepared to try eating pizza with his hooves. He'd managed to use them to a lesser extent to sandwich something between them earlier.

Susan fetched another slice of pizza and held it out to Steven. "And about the mess? I mean, he—she's going to go any second."

"Pretty sure we worked it out. You can't get off on your own." Taking a bite of pizza, Steven sighed happily at the rich tomato and cheese flavor.

"C-C-Can't?!" Sitting dead still, Susan had the good grace to cross her legs. So many of her own kinks were all rolled up in this that she couldn't stop herself getting hot and aroused at the thought. "S-So she can't get off unless she gets a hand?"

"If she hadn't fallen off your leg, that would have been enough. I think. It's kinda hard to keep track. Fun, though." More pizza was eaten, and Steven found himself quite enjoying it for a change. "This is pretty good."

Susan kept looking down at Celeste, and when she glanced back at Steven to from time to time, she couldn't help but notice him still hard as a rock. At last she figured she'd ask about it. "Don't you—I mean you're always—Doesn't it get sore?"

"Does what get sore?" Steven knew full well what Susan was asking about, but he'd been enjoying teasing her.

"Y-Your p-penis."

"Oh, my horsecock?" Nibbling some pizza, Steven made sure to chew and swallow completely before continuing. "Yeah—Not really. I mean I'm horny as all get-out, but I'm also hungry. You could help me out, you know?"

Freezing with a mouthful of pizza, Susan quickly chewed it and swallowed. "H-H-Help you—You want me to—" Shaking her head, Susan tried desperately to clear her awkward sensations and took a deep breath. "I'm an adult. I can talk like an adult."

"I'll give you a little warning about it, though. You might wind up turning into a pony. If you're not prepared for that, you can finish your pizza and just leave." Let it never be said that Steven Smith was completely corrupt. "But if you're cool with that—and it wears off after a good sleep—then why not touch it?"

Susan's heart was thudding again. She kept herself from saying something stupid by stuffing a big mouthful of pizza in her mouth and started chewing it. Closing her eyes, she reached out like it was her first time.

Steven swung his hips to the side, then brought them back toward Susan's hand. The slap of pony dong connecting with human flesh was nothing compared to the happy sigh of utter relief he made.

Her hand had closed around the thing that had hit it instinctively. Susen's eyes popped open and she stared at the little horsecock she was holding. It was dry—or mostly dry—and not being quite as inexperienced in the field as she had been acting, she let go to spit in her hand. "S-Sorry. This should hel—"

"Just relax. I get it. First time with a real stallion. I'd be a little freaked out too. You can play, but there's one thing you have to promise me." Steven had to fight his senses to not roll on his back and mewl like a happy kitten as Susan's hand started rubbing him. "Y-You can't spill a drop. I don't want—want to have to get a—a steam cleaning…"

With her excitement now completely overwhelming her nerves, Susan started stroking in long and slow motions. She watched Steven's eyes cross and actually giggled when he flopped backwards and wound up on his back. His position let her get a better look at his belly and equipment—though she couldn't see the plug under his tail.

Panting hard and giving her shaft one last stroke, Celeste rolled over to her belly and stared up at Steven and Susan. "C-Can I go next?"

The question surprised Susan. Her hand kept moving, but she turned her head to look at Celeste. "Sure." The idea of doing this all over again wasn't exactly off-putting. "Hungry?"

Celeste wanted another hand job, but her belly was also empty and food was almost as important to her overstimulated brain. When Susan held out a slice of pizza to her, she tried to ignore the throbbing need of her shaft and walked over to take a bite.

Steven had his head back and was bereft of the ability to do anything but make happy little stallion sounds—including (but not limited to) moans, neighs, and little wickers. But he was getting close and getting there quickly. Struggling against the arousal that was threatening to completely overwhelm him, he locked eyes with Susan. "C-Close!"

"Well don't just sit there. We don't want a mess in here." Celeste grabbed the slice of pizza in her mouth before Susan dropped it in a panic.

Looking at Steven, Susan suddenly realized what he'd meant by not spilling a drop. Letting Celeste have the slice of pie, she leaned forward and down. She'd given blowjobs to guys before, but never a little pony.

Susan braced her free hand on the couch beside Steven and leaned over him. The smell of horny stallion was intoxicating. The hand stroking him was still in motion, even without her actively thinking on it, and she felt him seem to swell a little more. "Fuck!"

When Susan dove her head down to the end of his shaft, Steven arched his spine and humped upward with his hips. The only thing better than a good hand job was one that finished with a blowjob. His body seemed to tighten all over, but all his attention locked down to his balls. The two organs started pumping their semen up to his prostate, which added its own substances to the mix and squeezed tight to project the fluids up his shaft.

Unable to see the bulge rushing up Steven's urethra, Susan had almost no warning at all of what was about to happen. The first blast of musky stallion seed into her mouth came as a complete surprise. The smell and taste were different from any guy she'd ever been with, but it didn't really matter. She gulped down the first load, only to have it replaced by another.

Celeste stuffed as much of the pizza as she could into her mouth and jumped up on the couch behind Susan. Despite how willing Susan had been so far, Celeste didn't want to take advantage of her completely, but she also knew she didn't need to. Mounting Susan's rump, Celeste made sure her shaft was sandwiched between her belly and the woman's back.

When she felt Celeste mount her, a big part of Susan was perfectly fine with that, but there was some part of her that was a little worried. She began to move as if to shove Celeste off when she felt Celeste miss and slide up her back.

The first cute humping from Celeste was salve for Susan's worry. She returned her full focus to Steven while Celeste rubbed off.

Steven wrapped his forelegs around each side of Susan's head and held her firmly to his belly. There was something simply better about getting a blowjob that made his whole body tremble with aftershocks—aftershocks that sent more eruptions of semen into Susan's mouth.

Celeste didn't have much in her. She wasn't just almost at her limit, just two strokes had her well past it. She humped hard against Susan's back and shot her load all the way up to the woman's bra strap. Not that she was done. Celeste kept humping and kept spraying, rapidly gluing Susan's shirt to her back with the mess she was making.

Susan felt used. Not that she minded this particular instance of it, but it was still just a little humiliating to have one pony hump and paint her back while she blew another. It was also really hot. She made a muffled sound around Steven's cock.

"Oh. Sorry." Steven let go of Susan's head and let her pull her head from his hard shaft. "You okay?"

That was the big question for Susan. She was a mess, and she hadn't even come close to getting off, but it'd been the most sexually exciting encounter of her life. "Wow."

"Sorry about your shirt." Celeste climbed off Susan's back, her body still tingling from the energetic climax. "You just looked really good, and I wasn't sure if you'd want me doing anything—I figured this was probably the better option."

"It's—It's okay. You, uh, have a shower I could use?" The rational side of Susan's mind didn't want to think about the sticky mess on her back. The naughty side of Susan's mind focused instead on the fact she'd just swallowed a pile of stallion cum. "This is pretty awesome, but you said I'd turn into a little pony if I rubbed you off?"

Steven was still recovering from his climax, but recovering he was definitely doing. "Huh? No, I said you might. I mean, there's a sure-fire way to make you start to change."

Confused, Susan watched as Steven squirmed out from under her and rolled over to his belly on the couch. Then he lifted his tail. Susan's thoughts scattered completely as she spotted the butt plug in his rear. She reached out a hand to touch it, and her fingers started twisting and warping as her hand turned into a hoof.

Excitement built to a new level, wiping away Susan's awkwardness. She tried to focus on her hand that, even now, was turning into a pony hoof, but she found her attention pulled back to the plug. Leaning down, she nuzzled and kissed the rubber base of the plug.

The feel of her mouth and face changing was like heaven to Susan. She'd long dreamed of what it would feel like to have her body reshaped, and while a fox would have been her personal preference, a pony was nice too.

"How's it going down there?" Steven asked.

Celeste giggled and walked around to stand beside Susan so she could watch. "Looks like she's lost one arm up to her elbow. Oh, and look at her cute face. Steven, she's the same colors as you!"

Susan wasn't paying much attention to what was being said, though she did smile as she felt her ears twitch and track the sounds. She was startled when the pretty thing was suddenly pulled away from her. "H-Hey!"

"Nuh uh! No plug for you. I know what was coming next. Besides, if I let you turn into a pony, who'd give us hand jobs?" Steven clamped his tail down firmly. "Come on, time for a shower and then more fun."

"F-Fun?" The prospect excited Susan and she found her cute little snout stretching into a smile. "Where?"

"Follow me." Celeste turned and lifted her tail. A glance over her shoulder showed her Susan staring at the plug base. Like the pied piper, Celeste led Susan out of the living room and down the hallway toward the bathroom.

Rolling to his belly, Steven watched Susan and Celeste leave the room together. His first reaction was to give chase, but then he noticed the pizza. Like a shark, Steven approached the pizza from a position of stealth—mostly because only his head and the top of his back was higher than the coffee table. It struck him just how much smaller her was as a pony, but he quickly divested himself of that worry and reached his forelegs up onto the table so he could get at the pizza.

Susan stared at her hand, barely noticing the house she was walking through—at least, it had been her hand earlier. Now her left arm ended at the elbow and a pony leg began. "Does this keep going?"

"Don't know. It should stop after a bit if you don't have a plug, I think. Do you want a plug?" Turning for the bathroom, Celeste looked back and up over her shoulder. Already she could feel the itch of need starting again. "If you give me a hand job, I'll let you have a plug."

By the time Steven made it to the bathroom he saw Susan sitting on her rear in one corner of the shower. Celeste was sitting upright, her fuzzy back against Susan's belly, with Susan's left hand wrapped around her shaft and pumping it. Both—to Steven's critical eye—looked to be having a great time. "Are you two going to do that all night? We need to get these plugs out still."

Celeste's happy place shattered and she turned to look at Steven—right as she started orgasming. Her eyes went all wobbly and her mouth fell open as she did a good impression of a fountain.

"Well, I think she's done now," Susan said. "Do you think I could finish changing before… well, before the end of the night?"

"Well, that's the easy bit. Here." Steven opened the door to the shower and walked in. The water cascaded over his coat, but it was the woman before him his attention was on. "Now, just use your hands. Try to pull my plug out. If I see you trying to kiss it, it's game over."

"But—But why can't I have one?" Despite her protest, Susan was already reaching to the base of Steven's plug with her good hand. As soon as her fingers touched the rubber under the stallion's tail, her nails started to thicken and her fingers ran together into a cohesive whole.

"For a few reasons, bu—" The feel of Susan trying to remove his plug completely stole all of Steven's faculties. He'd only had his plug removed once in a much swifter strike than the toying Susan was doing.

Susan kept true to her word, though it wasn't easy. Looking at the toy made her want to smooch and kiss it, but with the certainty that she wouldn't get to play again if she misbehaved, she kept her play to just using her hooves. The changes quickly spread up her arms and across her shoulders.

"Try using your feet, too." Celeste had just one hoof of her own slowly stroking herself while she watched Susan's limbs becoming pony limbs. "There you go. Just play with it a little."

"Okay. This is really turning me on, you know? I always dreamed of turning into—into something else." Susan tried to hook her toes around the base of the plug next, but all that did was turn her feet into cute little hooves. It was useless to try getting the toy out, but Susan just didn't care anymore. She kept rubbing at it with any of her hooves she could get to reach, but she shrank as it changed her until, at last, she was just another pony.

"Either you have a firehose back there, or you turned into a little stallion too," Celeste said.

Susan stared down between their bodies and couldn't believe her eyes. "I-I-I have a penis."

"Wanna see something really fun?" Celeste squirmed and turned herself around so they were facing each other, then wrapped her forelegs around Susan's back and leaned backward.

Pulled forward as Celeste rolled onto her back, Susan found herself belly-to-belly with her and part-to-part with a whole bunch of other parts of Celeste. Susan's hips moved just once without meaning to. The jolt of pleasure that shot through her salved any complaints the part of her brain that insisted she was female might raise. She started humping.

Celeste's head leaned back and her tongue draped artlessly out of the corner of her mouth. With Susan humping, it meant there was a wonderful friction between their shafts as they frotted happily.

"Like rabbits." Steven watched, a little distracted by his own erection, as his best friend and their new favorite pizza delivery store employee worked hard to get each other off. "Damn that's hot…" He sat back on his rear and reached under himself with one hoof.

The first touch of his hoof to his shaft stole Steven's breath away. In his mind he couldn't believe how good it felt to just rub himself—even with a hoof. Huffing and moaning, he kept up stroking, even getting his other hoof busy too, until he felt right at the edge of climax.

But his climax didn't come. Had the rational side of his mind been working at that moment, it would have connected the dots and realized he needed to involve one of the others, but he was all physical reactions and intensified his efforts and started stroking faster and harder in an effort to ease the need he'd built.

Susan looked up, her mind already a wreck from the new brace of sensations she was getting, to see Steven stroking away in desperation. She wanted to help him, but at the same time it looked so hot that all she could do was hump more.

For Steven, it felt like he'd hit a wall. Nothing he could do would get him relief, but he couldn't even contemplate stopping. A deep ache settled in—a void where his release should be.

When she felt the start of her first orgasm as a male, Susan was unprepared. From one hump to the next she changed from a giggling-whimpering pony, to singularly focused on what was under her belly. All her attention was on her growing climax, and when it finally gripped her and bound all her muscles up like a vice, she squealed in complete and utter relief.

Celeste tried to reach out to Steven, but Susan's efforts (and weight) cost her any hope of moving closer to her friend. She was forced to watch as he suffered deep into the pit of need that she'd experienced herself, and even her own orgasm didn't shake her attention from him.

When Susan was done, though, Celeste tried to squirm out from under her to reach Steven. "H-Hop off for a second."

Susan wanted more. She needed more. She tried to start humping again, but Celeste rolled to the side and—with her nearly ten minutes of skill at horsing—Susan fell sideways and into the middle of the shower's stream.

Crawling on her belly up to Steven, Celeste kept her head low and slowly nuzzled upward from his balls to his shaft.

For Steven, in his state of limitless need, Celeste kissing her way up the base of his shaft was like having an angel descend and grace him with their presence—though in this case the angel looked a lot like a cute little horse, and the grace was literally worshiping his cock.

Stopping his stroking, Steven started to shudder at each little kiss. None of it was enough to get him off, but it kept him right on the edge of a major climax.

Celeste could see the state Steven was in, could see the hunger in his eyes, but she also recognized that he wasn't trying to stop her. Rather than reach her hooves up and start rubbing him, she instead continued to kiss and lightly nuzzle his shaft, right up to the point where Susan mounted her.

Reminiscent of their time on the couch, Susan squeezed her shaft between Celeste's back and her own belly and started humping. All her life she'd been a female, and while riding some guy was a boost to her ego, actually bucking like a guy would was something new—something she found she liked.

Susan's humping was effective in shoving Celeste closer to Steven and pressing her face directly against his shaft. Celeste figured it was Steven's time and opened her mouth while turning her head sideways.

The grip of Celeste's mouth was finally enough. Steven shivered and shook and started shooting his load into a fountain display similar to Celeste's earlier one.

"O-Okay. I need…" Steven tried to focus. All he really wanted to do was jump back into the fun and maybe rub himself against Celeste like Susan was, but there was something important he had to do. "I need you to get my plug out."

Celeste had a horny stallion on her back to deal with, but she could ignore that for the time being. Urging Steven to line himself up with her face, she opened her mouth and closed her teeth behind the base of the plug. But right then she realized the problem—she couldn't pull.

Steven figured out the problem at the same time. He looked back over his shoulder and hoped Celeste had a good grip. Relaxing his rear as much as he could, Steven braced his hooves on the floor of the shower and pushed!

He then slipped and landed on his belly, having gotten little more than a little anal stimulation from the attempt.

Reaching up toward Steven, Celeste braced her forehooves on his hind ones and pushed.

Quickly getting the idea, Steven pushed against Celeste's legs and he felt the plug fight to remain in its intended home. The pressure was mind-numbing. Steven tried to ignore the stretching of his anus as the plug forced him wider and wider—and then it came free with a wet and lewd popping sound.

The emptiness that flooded Steven's being almost physically hurt him. No sooner was the plug out than he wanted it back in, but freed of its influence he again got a vague feeling of unease about leaving it in. "Y-You next."

Celeste could appreciate Steven's plan, but the execution would be tricky with a horny stallion mounting her. For one thing, the plug was protecting her from an overly frisky Susan's shaft, and another was the fact that Susan was quite intent on finishing. "Let her finish first."

Too enraptured with her new masculinity, Susan wasn't holding back in the slightest. She humped for all she was worth and—when her body started to clench again—she let out an excited whinny. With her release following quickly, she melted into the bliss of unloading her maleness for the second time in her life.

"She really gets into that, huh?" Steven asked.

Celeste could feel the hot stallion seed spraying into her coat. "Y-Yeah. Kinda hot. I mean, she can't get off unless we let her, right?"

Steven hadn't expected his (admittedly more kinky than he'd ever thought) best friend to say something like that, but it was true. "Yeah. We could let her loose in the house and she'd never get off unless we helped her. Could you imagine how bad she'd get after a day or two?"

Squirming out from under Susan, Celeste took a few wobbly steps under the stream of the shower. "Okay, get mine out now." She turned so her rump was facing Steven.

Walking up behind Celeste, Steven sat down and braced one foreleg against her rump. Leaning forward, he clamped his teeth around the bottom of the toy and pulled with his head and pushed with his hoof. Celeste's plug was a lot easier to remove than his own mostly because she didn't need to tense up any muscles to get it out.

Fending off Susan's further attempts at humping either of them, Steven and Celeste got her bundled into a spare bedroom while they sought out their own beds.

Author's Note

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