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"Okay, now you swap."

Hearing Celeste's voice was a background to the best waking up Steven had ever had. There was something especially good about waking up to a blowjob and a hummer at the same time. There wasn't much light coming in through the window, but he didn't need it—Celeste had been speaking and two other mouths were busy.

Still, Steven looked down his chest to see Richard's head bobbing up and down on his dick while the top of Coraline's head was visible past him. "Fffff—"

Celeste leaned forward and pressed her hand to Steven's chest and leaned over him. "Like it? We all wanted to say thank you for last night. While they finish this, I'm going to go make everyone lunch." She pressed her mouth down against Steven's as he started to groan.

Not knowing what else to do, Steven reached up and pulled Celeste down onto him, giving-in to the passion and not fighting the situation. He still squirmed a little, but Celeste's weight kept him from doing too much.

It didn't take long for Celeste to feel the man under her tighten his grip and moan into her mouth. She knew exactly how he felt, so held him firmly while his orgasm exploded through him. Of the three of them, she broke her lips from Steven's body first. "Now you wait right there and I'll go get something started."

"I don't think he's going anywhere, right?" Coraline nuzzled against Steven's balls and gave each a kiss before she heard a single sound from him.

"W-Wha—" Steven tried to sit up but Richard was licking his dick like it was tootsie pop. He managed to turn in time to see Celeste walking naked from his bedroom. "R-Richard, please—?"

"Stop or more?" Richard asked, taking his mouth away from Steven for just a moment. But, that was all the reprieve Steven needed to roll and take Richard's new favorite toy away. "Aww, a stop then. Celeste said you have a big shower. Mind if I go rub one out? Sucking off cute guys always works me up."

"Sure." Watching Richard stand up and stretch, Steven realized that this was probably his best experience with another man. Gay as his last week or so had been, Steven found himself enjoying the energy Richard had brought to an evening.

"You're pretty flexible—taste wise. Richard said you always seemed pretty straight. What changed?" Crawling up Steven's body, Coraline pondered climbing up on him and going for a ride. She felt enough in the mood to. "And do you wanna fuck?"

Steven had to bite his lip again. "We should get up and help Celeste."

"That wasn't a no." Coraline kept moving, pinning Steven's body under hers as she positioned herself over his formerly flaccid shaft. "Tell me no."

Celeste fastened an apron around herself mostly to keep from getting messy. Even from the kitchen she could hear the sounds of labored and energetic sex from Steven's room. She'd heard about open relationships and polyamory, but in truth she just liked having fun and liked him having fun too. Whatever kind of relationship it was, she was sure they were both adult enough to be able to let the other have fun. "Besides," she said to herself, "I wanna have some fun with her later."

Getting some tortillas heating, Celeste was so caught up making some vegetarian tacos that the first she knew of someone behind her was the slap on her bare rump.

"Miss me? I missed you. Well, I miss what was between your legs last night." Richard found himself doing things with a woman he wouldn't have contemplated doing just a few days ago. Celeste and Coraline now registered on his sexy and hot radar precisely because of what they let him do.

"You want another go? I'll plug your butt and give you a hand-job after lunch." Celeste jutted her rump backward against Richard, only to feel something hard press through a towel against her rear. "Not so gay now?"

"Still gay, I just realized gay has a wider potential now. Why don't I turn you into a stallion later and jack you off instead? Or perhaps we could play other games with those new additions?" Richard leaned to the side and looked at what Celeste was making. "Tacos?"

"Yeah. You're really intense, you know that?"

"Want me to dial it down?"

"Not one bit. So what do we do from here?" Celeste was perfectly comfortable with Richard where he was and started to prepare some rice.

"That reminds me, Coraline was going to call her cousin who's into magic and stuff." Richard could hear the sounds of enjoyment come from the hallway and figured Steven and Coraline were in the midst of what most considered the most fun part of sex.

A knock at the front door startled them both. Celeste turned her head and looked at Richard and Richard looked back.

"I guess I'm technically wearing more. I'll answer it." Turning to make his way to the front door, Richard gave Celeste's rump a squeeze.

Continuing her work on brunch, Celeste lifted her head when Richard came back into the kitchen area carrying Susan in his arms. His towel had dropped off somewhere, and Celeste felt a little heat build at the sight of him on full display. "Found a friend did you?"

"Mmhmm! She is currently my favorite girl in the whole world." Richard had Susan on her back in his arms and was tickling her belly with one hand while supporting her in the crook of his other arm.

Susan's tail was wagging rapidly from side to side at the attention, though Richard kept his fingers clear of her penis. "You're only saying that because I have a dick. Oh, hi Celeste. You're not going to believe the night I had."

By the time Susan finished telling about Equestria and her most boring night of sex ever, Steven and Coraline were out of the shower and walking down the hall. Steven had been surprised at Coraline's passive hunger—unlike Celeste who tended to take control of things if given the chance, Coraline was more than happy to tell Steven what she wanted and let him take control of giving it to her. And, he had enjoyed giving it to her in both bedroom and shower. "Something smells good."

Celeste looked up and blinked at the sight of Steven in boxers and a shirt while Coraline was just wearing a shirt (it was long enough to give her some modesty, but each step she took gave a glimpse of a lot of thigh). "Tacos. Here, have one."

The tray Celeste put down held a dozen tacos. Coraline looked over them for a moment before turning to look at Celeste. "These are vegetarian? That's awesome!"

There was a very simple pleasure to seeing someone enjoy something you made, and Celeste felt it in spades right then. "Just seems easier to make them like this in case we happen to have a little stallion for company." She winked to Susan, who was sitting up on a chair at the table and trying to eat the taco with a minimum of fuss.

"Did you have a chance to call your cousin?" Richard asked.

"Mm? Oh!" Coraline pulled out her phone. "When I woke up earlier I texted her. She'll be calling soonish to find out where to meet me. I guess the club would be the best place." Looking at Richard, she got a nod from him. "Okay then. First thing I have to say, now we're all upright and mobile, last night was fantastic."

Steven snorted. "This morning was pretty good too. Anything fun happening today? Apart from your cousin visiting, I mean." To cover his awkwardness, Steven took a bite of a taco and tried to hide behind his brunch.

"My club never sleeps. The cleaners will be there working to restore the building to perfection for tonight, while my dancers and servers will be getting ready for another night." Richard flicked a quick look to Coraline. "I'd like to have another special show tonight, but that can be discussed there."

"You need to take some plugs?" Celeste asked. She grabbed a taco for herself and walked over to stand beside Steven before putting an arm around him.

"I already have some now, but thanks for the offer. Would you like to join us again?" A new hunger roused in Richard. Memories of the previous night were still strong and caused a tightness in his groin he couldn't deny. He wanted to strip Celeste of her femininity again and hear her whine as he stroked her off.

Celeste and Steven both could see how much Richard wanted to play again. He might have been standing behind a chair, but each could see he was fully hard.

"Tentatively, yes. I'll call my work and tell them I need a week off." Celeste took a deep breath, her work wouldn't be too happy about it, but she'd caught up on her duties. Besides which, she'd made enough from Richard from one night to cover her month's rent. "You really want to turn me into a stallion again, don't you?"

"The honest truth is yes. I've never been so intensely aroused by anything so much as watching you turn male because of me. I want to get all the women I know and I want to jam those butt plugs into them and build a stable where I keep them and admire them and jack them off every day. I want to do this one thing for the rest of my life and it scares me." Richard smiled while he reached down to pet Susan's mane. "I want to dress my little stallions up in tack and parade them around. I would do just about anything to have a woman let me leave it in them while it makes the change permanent. In short, yes, I want to turn you into a stallion while a dozen people watch us."

"What about me, too?" Steven asked. The silence not only in the room, but in Steven's head, told him that no one expected that. "I mean, I kinda trust you a bit more after seeing your setup, and without—"

Richard didn't want to leave Steven hanging, so stood up and walked over to where Celeste had nestled against his side. "Steven, I'd love to have you on stage, but you know what else I'd like to do?"

In the spotlight, feeling like a deer facing down a truck, Steven shook his head.

"Picture this. The stage lights go low. No one can see what's happening. I lead you onto stage and cram a toy into you. You'll be wearing a choker chain, so you'll need to be careful not to lean into it too much, but it'll keep you chained to a post at the back of the stage. Meanwhile, I lead your darling girlfriend out, turn her into a stallion and stroke her off while you slowly change too." Richard inhaled deeply, his own little fantasy doing nothing to calm his raging erection. "Would that be acceptable?"

"I—" Gulping to recover his momentum, Steven cleared his throat. "I like being a bit more in control."

Coraline drew everyone's attention, "Why don't you use a regular collar? He can start to transform and, when he gets small enough, slip the collar off and rush over and turn you, Richard."

Pausing for several seconds, Richard closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "You'll all have to excuse me a moment." With a dramatic turn, Richard marched from the room and down the hallway.

Everyone looked at each other for a few seconds before Susan said, "He's going to rub one out, isn't he?"

Not that there was tension in the room, but the question broke the stalemate and everyone got back to finishing their food. When Steven finished his (two bites), he headed for the hallway. "I need to put a load of laundry on. Celeste, you need anything washed?"

Watching the two discuss laundry, Coraline waited until Steven had left before turning to Celeste. "How did you find a guy so perfect?"

"Luck and stupidity. We were living together mostly as friends, but all this craziness has brought us closer. I wonder how I'd live without him sometimes." Celeste was surprised at how honest it all felt. It was enough that she smiled as she nibbled at more of her taco. "I know he's not super-into the stage stuff, but he's trying it anyway. What about you? How'd you start that side of things?"

"Richard made me an offer last night that paid my rent for half the year."

"What are oyu two talking about?" Susan asked. "What happened last night?"

Celeste and Coraline looked at each other and blushed. At the same time they started talking, then halted. "You go first," Coraline said.

Celeste nodded and gestured to Coraline. "This is Coraline. She works at Richard's club. I helped with a little show last night, then Coraline did one too. Richard seems to be super into turning girls into stallions."

"I've never seen him like this," Coraline said. "I've worked at his club for a few years, as a bartender for his more risque performances and shows, but I don't think I've seen him so giddy. It's like—" Her phone rang.

Unfortunately it was in the bedroom still.

"I got it!" Steven called from his bedroom.

"And he answers the phone rather than running up here with it in his hands and letting it ring out." Coraline threw her hands in the air dramatically. When Steven came in, speaking platitudes to the device, she took it from him and checked the number. "Chelsea! How are you going? Really? Well, come down to Driven Batty—it's a nightclub. Yes, really." Coraline gave the address of the club over the phone. "I'll see you there in about twenty minutes."

Richard walked down the hall, chasing the sound of Coraline's voice. "Was that your cousin?" He was still flush with pleasure from a quick session with his hand.

"She just got into town. I told her to meet us at the club in about twenty minutes." Coraline stood up from her seat, and was a few steps toward the door when she realized all she was wearing was a shirt. "Uh, where are my clothes?"

Richard sat down at the table while Coraline mixed up a drink for him and Chelsea. "You're a witch?"

"A hedge witch, yes." Chelsea glanced over at her cousin behind the bar. "Coraline said you needed some advice." What a nightclub owner would need her advice on, Chelsea had no idea, but Coraline had mentioned money might change hands—being a witch didn't pay well.

Waiting for Coraline to return with their drinks, Richard reached down and lifted the box he used to hold the magic toys and set it on the table. An apt judge of character, he watched Chelsea as he began to open it—which was when he was her eyes flick between two points on the box. "Ha! You can see them!"

Having believed all her life in magic—but also having believed that humans could never see it themselves, Chelsea was therefore shocked when she noticed something, some glow, coming from the box. Two things inside the box seemed to cast light through it. "I-I can see something."

"Stop playing games with her, Richard. I told you, she's a witch. This will be her jam." Coraline set Richard's drink before him, a water before Chelsea, and sat down with a coke for herself. She reached into the box and pulled out one of the butt plugs. "There."

Chelsea's first reaction was shock, but the realization that the sex toy was the source of the glowing was only the beginning. She watched as the glow reached out lazily—almost like smoke—and poured itself into both Celeste and Richard's eyes. When the glow got brighter and closer, she jumped to her feet and backed up. "What's it doing?!"

"At first? It makes you want to use it. It's less intense a sensation if you've already given in and used it once." Richard picked up the second—larger—toy from inside the box. "I'd give you a demonstration of that, but you'll see it well enough tonight. Your eyes keep straying away from them—you can see its magic, can't you?"

"Y-Yeah." Chelsea couldn't tell, but there was wonderment in her own voice. She watched the patterns of magic swirling around and around the table, though they seemed to ignore her. "Why isn't it coming for me? Is it something to do with—" As she spoke she lowered her eyes to the butt plug Richard held, the magic dove at her.

Chelsea couldn't move quick enough to avoid the swirling spell from plunging into her eyes and pouring its payload into her brain. A hunger started to grow, and despite seeing magic for the first time, all she could think about was putting that toy inside her.

Richard could see the problem. Chelsea's eyes had locked on the butt plug he was holding and, when he swayed it side to side, she moved her head to track its motion. "You'd do anything for this now, wouldn't you?"

Nodding, Chelsea couldn't take her eyes off the butt plug—until Richard put it back in the case and closed the lid. She blinked a few times, but the need that had built continued despite the object of her desire not being immediately visible. "Huh? What did you say? S-Sorry, I was a bit distracted."

"By the toy I just put away. Well, Steven and Celeste were certainly correct about that. We'll have to be more careful with the toys in future. I wonder what stopped them ensnaring people at the show last night?" Richard asked.

"You could ask Chelsea," Coraline said.

Richard raised an eyebrow at Coraline before turning back to Chelsea. "Chelsea, if I let you have that shiny toy, would you let me put a collar on you and keep you for a pet?"

"So I could have it?" When Chelsea noticed Richard nodding in her peripheral vision—her eyes were now locked on the case—she nodded. "Sh-Sure."

"Oh the things I could get away with if I were an evil man." Richard let out an expansive sigh. "Coraline, would you mind helping your cousin to a stiff drink and I'll put these well out of reach. She can have one tonight—in private."

"You are such a softy, Richard. Thank you." Coraline walked around the table and coaxed her cousin to stand. "Come on, Chelsea, turns out you might have a knack for magic, but it has a knack for you."

Richard wasn't a softy. In fact, he was hard as a rock, but he kept that hidden under the table. Everything about the situation had turned him on except one thing— "I've gotta start getting waivers. In case I'm drugged by magical means into agreeing with everything, please turn me into a stallion and jack me off." Saying the words out loud did nothing for the inferno of desire he felt. "Damn women blue-balling me! This is terrible behavior!"

After the first shot glass went down, Chelsea felt a heat mark its path and set fire to her stomach. The burning lust she'd felt from the magic the butt plug had shoved into her head was fought to a standstill by the strong rum. She was about to question her cousin for giving her something like that, but her brain broke free of the clouds it had been filled with. She reached for the second drink herself and downed it.

"That was real magic, Coraline. Like, real magic! I've never seen real magic before—Sure I've felt something, that's kinda my gig, but I could see it! I could see magic!" Chelsea looked up hopefully at her cousin, but Coraline only poured her a juice. After a moment's thought, she smiled and sipped at it. "Thanks for looking out for me."

"Hey, I know how my boss is. He wouldn't have gone through with any of that stuff. He was just trying to show me how much you needed to be taken care of for now." Though the thought of using a butt plug was there, Coraline could keep it at bay with the mental promise that she'd impale herself on it later.

Chelsea's mind jerked to a halt as the memory of what she'd so flippantly agreed to wafted to the surface and announced itself to her. "By the three…"

"Would it help if I got you distracted?" Coraline poured a second juice and took a sip.

"Distracted and covered with a brown paper bag would be better."

"Okay, so you saw how potent it was when you looked at it. Why didn't it affect a whole room full of people last night?"

Chelsea's mind wrapped itself around the problem like sticky gum around a braid of hair. "That's… I mean, it certainly had the power to. What was going on with it at the time?" The alcohol kept her aching rear a full spinal column away from where her thinking was going on, and that's the way she wanted it.

"Now I wish I'd made something stronger for myself. Okay, so you know that this is a nightclub down here, but upstairs it gets a little more… Some people strip, some put on more intimate shows…" Coraline was struggling to come up with a way to tell her cousin that she'd paid her rent by having sex on stage. Even just once. "There's no way to really gloss this up. I was on stage, Richard put one of those plugs in me and let it do its thing."

"What's its thing?"

"Well, it starts how you felt. You need to get it inside you and you feel more and more achy until it is. I'm just explaining it how Steven said it happens, you know, I didn't get time to feel all that—Steven's a friend. So, when you or someone else puts it in your butt, you start to change. The first thing that happens is your grow a penis and your pussy closes over." As she spoke, Coraline could see her cousin looking more and more shocked by the moment. "Then you start to turn into a little pony stallion."

"A…" Chelsea tried to get her head around it. "Pony stallion? What happens to guys?"

"Same thing. Little stallions. There's something else though. If you don't get it out before sleeping, it becomes permanent. Susan—another of Steven's friends—is now stuck as a little stallion. She handles her job surprisingly well, or so they said."

"Okay. Dial things back a bit. These things make you want to put them in. When you put one in, it turns you into a little stallion—"

"Horny little stallion. It's a whole other world of neediness, and you can't get off unless someone else helps," Coraline said.

Chelsea was just about at her limit for what she could take. "… into a little stallion that's horny and can't stop being horny without help. If you leave them in it all becomes permanent. Is there something I'm missing here? This sounds like some kind of magic trap to me."

"That's because it is. Susan keeps getting teleported or something, whenever she goes to sleep, to another world. They made the things. A whole town of horny mares without any stallions to get them off. Susan's literally having the time of her life." Coraline couldn't deny a certain part of her wanted a piece of that action. "Oh, and if you try to pull the plug out of someone else, it turns you into a stallion too, makes a new plug, and you find yourself unable to resist putting it in."

"So this is literally a trap to—to turn people into stallions and kidnap them to—to help a bunch of female ponies get off?" When Chelsea looked down, she was pleased to see another shot sitting on the bar. She hadn't even seen Coraline move. Lifting it up, she downed in. "And now I need one of them in me."

"Well, look. One night of it and you should be fine to be around them. The effects of it are way lower when you've already given in. And I know that sounds very bad and mental-condition-y, but it's true."

Despite all her misgivings, Chelsea couldn't deny one thing. "They're the only time I've felt so much magic at once, or seen any. I hope it's not the drink talking, but okay. Let's go and I'll put one in and then examine them properly."

"Now?"

"Yes, now. What, you think I want to sit around and watch you all work to clean this place up? I might as well do what your boss wanted and indulge my own interests at the same time." And it wasn't to satisfy the urge to plug her rear up so full she couldn't sit down properly. Nope, Chelsea definitely didn't think that.

Thinking for a moment, Coraline didn't like her chances of convincing Chelsea into either having fun on stage or using it to swing a favor with Richard. "Just so you know, Richard's complicated, but he wouldn't have gone through with any of that stuff. Come on, if you're serious to do this, let's find a quiet room and you can do it."

The thought that the magic had implanted in Chelsea's head jumped to the fore and impressed upon her how much she really wanted to do this. Her body began to run hot and she could feel the beginnings of arousal start in her lower belly. "O-Okay."

Chelsea let her cousin lead the way and soon found herself in a lift, then finally in what seemed to be a dressing room. A dressing room with the little box on a shelf and the owner of the club sitting beside it. "You don't get to—"

"Just to watch. I promise I won't touch and there will be no filming. Nothing weird, I just want to make sure you're safe and that you don't freak out." Richard wanted to lie, he wanted to do all kinds of things to make Chelsea's first time another conquest for him. Instead, he reached up and lifted down the box and opened it. "Here, pick one."

Coraline looked hard at Richard. She trusted his word, but the way he'd done things it hadn't given Chelsea much of a choice. Chelsea was, right then, staring at the contents of the box. "Richard, get out."

"Huh?"

"Out now. You're putting your own desires first. It took three stiff drinks to get her somewhat back to her senses, then you ask that and show her them again? Out."

Richard was about to try his usual charismatic reply, talk his way around Coraline's insinuation—but he knew she was right. "You're right. Of course you're right. Ugh, I don't know what I'm even thinking half the time. I get so distracted and—"

Pulling her finger back from Richard's lips, Coraline poked him on the nose with it. "Just chill. You're worked up almost as much as Chelsea is, and that might be something to do with the toys too. Head out to the bar and have something mild. Knock before coming back in."

Walking out of the dressing room, Richard closed the door behind him and took a deep breath. "Is that really it? Is it doing this to me? Am I not into this and it's all some head-game?" For the first time in a while he contemplated having an alcoholic drink. He walked slowly around to the V.I.P. bar and reached for a bottle of vodka, then stopped. "No. If it is affecting me, I'll fight it. That's why Chelsea is here, so we can get things squared away and work out what"—he poured himself a virgin mint julep—"we can do to mitigate it."

Chelsea reached her hand out and picked up the medium toy—the one she'd first seen. She'd been willing herself to grab the smaller one, but it was like something guided her. "Th-This one. I need to get undressed for this, don't I?"

"You'll probably damage something if you let it change while you're dressed. Besides, you used to work skyclad all the time!"

"Yeah… But that isn't with an audience." Turning the toy over in her hands—holding it—Chelsea couldn't take her eyes off it. It was pleasantly smooth, a little soft, but ultimately it buzzed with more magic than she'd ever experienced in her life. Not that she'd experienced real magic like this, Magic, for her, was a belief system.

Coraline snorted and put a hand on her cousin's shoulder. "This doesn't need to be either. If you want, I'll go."

"No!" It was enough to make Chelsea turn away from the toy and look at Coraline. "I… This is something really odd. I don't want to be alone for this and—You know what happens and how it will go, right?"

"Yup."

With a deep breath, Cheslea reached up to her shirt and pulled it up and over her head. "It'll be just like when I taught you your first ritual."

"I only did that because I thought you were sneaking off to see boys."

"You know, I actually got a guy to try a ritual with me once. His boner was kinda cute, but halfway through the ritual he stormed off." Chelsea hooked her thumbs into the top of her skirt and pulled it down. She was wearing a matching pair of panties and bra, but neither were particularly sexy. "If he just wanted to go into the woods and fuck, he should have asked."

"He probably thought he was."

"Well, he should have been more open about it. Besides, I wasn't going to the forest to have sex without a thick blanket. It's bad enough just kneeling, but I always take a pillow for that." Feeling a little more self-conscious, Chelsea reached behind her back and unhooked her bra.

The toy seemed to pulse in Chelsea's grip, anxious to find and secure a host before the coming night. It was plump with magic, and it employed it to stir the woman's mind and body toward greater need.

Chelsea, of course, saw the swirl of magic spiral out of the toy. She felt it enter her head through her eyes and it was almost like a groin-seeking missile once inside her. She let out a little whimper and one hand shot to her groin while the other struggled to hold the toy and touch her breasts at the same time.

Coraline had no clue what to say or do. In her own mind she was straight but a little flexible, but Chelsea was her cousin and they'd had baths together as toddlers. Not only didn't Coraline want to think of Chelsea as sexy or hot, she wasn't sure if she could handle being in the room while her cousin masturbated either. "Chels', are you okay?"

The words snapped Chelsea from her daze. Her hands flew from her privates and she blushed about as much as she was able to. "Not really. This thing is really doing a number on me."

"I'll be honest with you, when you transform, you're going to be a whole bunch worse, and it'll be magnified by not being what sex or species you're used to."

"Figured all that out. After all, they want the stallions to be ready to go when they meet up with a mare, right?" Chelsea bit her lip and then, at last, pulled her panties down.

It wasn't something Chelsea hadn't done thousands of times when she'd done rituals—her cousin had been right about working skyclad. "I've never used one of these before." But, she realized, that wasn't actually going to be a problem. Images danced in her head of all the different angles she could take to make things easier, and the toy itself felt slightly slick. "Here goes—"

Lifting one leg up on the chair before her, Chelsea straightened the other out and backward to put a significant angle and tilt on her anus. She pressed the toy to the entrance and could already feel the first tingle of its magic touching her body directly and skipping her mind.

Taking a slow, even breath, Chelsea pushed the plug and found herself having to fight the resistance of her sphincter with more fight than she would have expected. The toy felt slick, but she had chosen a medium-sized toy for a small-sized hole.

Magic would not be denied, however. She braced her hand at the base of the toy and Chelsea shoved with as much strength as she could muster. The thick bulb of the toy stretched her to the point where she felt like she would be split in half by it, and then it sank inside and her anus was allowed to tighten back up around the thin shaft.

"—nothing. By the goddesses, I can feel it's power. It's like a hurricane shoving into me and through me and—it's coming into my head and—"

Coraline watched in shock as her cousin's face glowed, then a point above the midpoint of her forehead seemed to bulge for a second and then thrust out and into a conical shape. She stared for a moment, completely ignoring the growing erection Chelsea sported while she stared at the horn. "Y-Y-You're a unicorn!"

Chelsea stared a different place. She looked down at the rock-hard, and somehow growing harder, erection between her legs and a goofy grin covered her face. "I've got a cock, Cor'. Look at it." A deep blush grew deeper still as she realized she wanted her cousin to do more than look. Figuring she could at least save Coraline that stress, she reached down and wrapped a hand around herself.

Leaving Chelsea to learn the trouble of masturbation as a pony, or at least a pony with a magic butt plug, Coraline walked to the door out of the dressing room and looked around to Richard. "This is strange. She's turned into a unicorn."

Richard's eyes widened. "A unicorn? Does she still have the color pattern and everything? Susan said that the unicorns she met were a more matte color."

Coraline blocked Richard from getting past her. "You can't come in yet. I just figured I should—"

"If he promises to help, he can come in!" Chelsea called, her hand almost a blur on her hard shaft. She could already feel her pleasure rising to a level that distracted her far too much to be able to think straight, and a glance in the mirror showed her body changing.

Sticking his tongue out at Coraline, Richard slipped past her and froze when he first saw Chelsea. "Oh my stars you poor little colt. Do you need a hand with that?" His words were tainted with playful teasing, but when he saw Chelsea's eyes turn on him with hunger burning in them, he gulped and realized he was seeing his fantasy playing out before him again.

Clenching her teeth, Chelsea could feel her body shifting under her skin, and could even feel her skin change. She wanted more than anything to have Richard do something, and after two more strokes of her own shaft she was hit with the first realization that she'd need him to do something—her hand had started to shift and change.

Fingers melded together and Chelsea's nails grew and bled together into one large hoof. What was left of her hand slipped from her shaft and she was left whimpering in need until a pair of lips touched her tip. All pretense at not wanting Richard to get sexual with her fled and she reached a foreleg up and around the back of his head before pulling his head down onto her.

This was different for Richard. So far, for all the women he'd escorted to masculinity, he'd been the one in control and had guided them through their first handjob. Chelsea's grip was unbreakable, and he realized she was just going to use his mouth as she saw fit—and that had him rock hard in his leather pants.

"Hey! Slow down there! Richard, can you brea—?" Coraline stopped her question when she got a big thumbs-up from Richard. She was aware that she probably didn't need to ask Chelsea if she was getting what she wanted—what with her being firmly in control of things.

Despite owning his own business and finding a recent flair for being in charge of women becoming stallions, in Richard's heart he was submissive. All his worries about being too forward and domineering when it came to his latest kink evaporated as Chelsea controlled his head and used him to get herself off. Nothing could have replaced the feeling of being in the right place for him, and it let him relax into the role of giving the little stallion her first blowjob.

As her pleasure built, Chelsea's focus narrowed more and more to what was between her legs—now her back legs. She'd barely noticed the full transition to pony in all the excitement, and now the only part of her new anatomy she could even remotely think about was in Richard's mouth. With her hooves she guided him, working his lips up and down her new shaft until, like a thunderclap, the world exploded into pure pleasure and she unloaded into him.

Richard was more than up to the task asked of him. He sealed his lips around the big shaft in his mouth and sucked/swallowed his way through more cum than any human he'd been with would have ever put out. By the time she slowed down her flood, he could feel the heat of her issue in his stomach. When she let go, he slowly eased his mouth up her length, making sure to leave her shaft glistening with his saliva.

Chelsea could only stare as Richard's lips teased over and off her tip. The last little bit of pressure caused her to spurt one final shot over his nose and smile. She thought she'd die of embarrassment, but his smile got a little wider and his tongue darted out to lick as much of her from his lips as he could. "I—I'm sorry!"

An urge almost overcame Richard. His hand was halfway toward stroking under Chelsea's tail when he managed to stop himself. "It's perfectly alright. Just relax. You haven't hurt anyone and—You're really a unicorn."

Hearing awe in Richard's voice surprised Chelsea. She looked down into his eyes and then, foolishly, tried to look up to see her horn. Her thoughts raced ahead of her embarrassment and she focused on feeling out the new organ, then she tried to push through it.

The room lit up with a pure silver glow that made Richard and Coraline both fall back a step. They stared at Chelsea's glowing horn—a very real show that she possessed real magic.

Willpower was the key to unicorn magic. Willpower and imagination. Chelsea struggled to get her overly stimulated mind under control and resorted to meditation. Crossing her back legs, she leaned back in the chair and started breathing slowly.

Richard was in complete and utter awe of Chelsea—her horn aglow—as she relaxed in the chair and, slowly, her erection went down. He wanted to look up at Coraline to ask her if this was really happening, but he couldn't take his eyes off the witch.

"That's a lot of magic these toys put out." Chelsea arched her back and leaned down so she could see below her balls and spot the base of the plug. Her horn glowing silver, she gripped the toy in her magic and yanked it out. "I thought you said this was hard?"

"I'm going to go finish getting the V.I.P. bar ready for tonight. Richard, don't offer her too much money to work here. Chelsea, rob him for every dollar he owns." Coraline stood up and walked from the dressing room, leaving the pair alone.

"I want to hire you," Richard quickly said.

Chelsea wasn't too fast to jump on the offer, but her chosen profession didn't include many opporunities to earn money. "To do what?"

"Advice, help, magic. If you want to be on stage, you can be. If not, I have a hundred things I can't quite think of yet that I'd pay you to do. For a start, the normal form is a little… vanilla. Since you've shown things can be different, I'd like you to first work out how to make that difference adjustable."

"I only found proof magic exists today, and you already want to hire me to research it? Look, I appreciate that, but—"

"Please?"

That one word would always be Chelsea's undoing. She could say no to Richard's money, but asking nicely for help was one thing that always cost her any and all resolution. "Okay. So what do you want changed?"

Richard's face split into a big grin.

Author's Note

Ask Steven : Is there any difference between doing it as a human and as a pony?

"Everything's wound up to eleven. Your focus is on getting off way more, though, and it's a struggle to remember someone else is there you're having fun with." Shrugging his shoulders, Steven gave his best nonchalant grin. "But, hey, I'm that good."

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