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Coraline normally liked to be behind the bar. She would be back there with her button-up white shirt mixing two-hundred dollar drinks for people who didn't even bother to count that much money. But, tonight, she was sitting on a couch with Richard, chatting with Howard and his associates.

Howard was a man who thought he knew what he wanted out of life. Business wise, his company did well enough that he could have lived the life of a playboy, but he chose to invest his personal time in Richard's little club because he knew—deep down—that Richard Townsend got him. "My friends here would like to see this up close."

"You understand this is not an insignificant matter, Howard. Don't get me wrong, we're not messing with dark powers, but this isn't a kids' game." It was a game, however, but one Richard had danced with Howard before. He had something and Howard wanted it.

"Howe, when you said we'd want to see this, without telling us what this was, you know we'd come along just to find out what your latest thing is." Charlie Wong's accent didn't match his name, mostly because he was born and raised American. "Either tell us what it is, show us what it is, or I'm going downstairs to buy some girls for the night."

"I can turn into a horse." Coraline's voice was soft among the deep tones and masculine sounds from the businessmen, but they silenced them just the same. "You can fuck off if you want, but if you want to see me grow a horsecock and masturbate it inches from your face, stick around."

Charlie's mouth ran dry. He normally liked his women submissive—paid several a lot of money to be such—but this was something that Howard's little nod of support shocked him with. "If—" He had to struggle to get control of his voice. "If this is some kind of joke, I'll personally see this place ruined."

"It's not a joke, Charles," Howard said.

"500, but only if I get to put a collar on you." Charlie was rock hard. He wouldn't be negotiating if it weren't for his business partner/sometimes-rival supporting their claims. "Do it now."

"I was thinking of a higher starting price, particularly if you want to touch. What do you think my little colt?" Richard turned to look at Coraline, hoping she got his gist.

It was odd to have her normally standoffish boss actively flirting with her, but given what was being offered she could understand this was a process of selling. "Collar… Only one person gets to touch, so I guess we could have a little auction. Start at 500, then?"

Richard leaned sideways so he was pressed to Coraline's shoulder. "Mmm, that's a sensible idea. Once you have a big, throbbing cock, you'll probably be all kinds of distracted and there'll only be time for one collar. Anyone want to take 750?"

Not sure how she should try to look when being auctioned—even if it was her suggestion—Coraline let Richard do the talking and settled for sitting squarely and putting up with his antics. Not looking surprised when people bid ever higher just for the chance to put a collar around her neck and nothing more was harder. When it reached half a year's rent, it became almost impossible.

It was more than he'd ever intended to spend on five minutes than he ever wanted to contemplate, but it was on the proviso that all this insanity actually happened. Charlie narrowed his eyes at the woman and then recognition hit. "You're the regular barkeep?"

"Yeah. Boss needed someone to work on stage, though. You want a drink?" It was easier to slide back into her normal role, and Coraline got up and made her way over to the bar with confidence.

"My usual." Charlie had drank often enough in the V.I.P. Lounge to trust that the normally "faceless" woman who served his drinks knew what he liked. But now she wasn't faceless, though he still cared little for her name—he would remember it. "What's it like?"

"Turning into a male?" Coraline started collecting the things she'd need to make the drink she knew this man preferred. At his nod, she continued both mixing the drink and the conversation. "It's odd, I guess. The actual change happens in the first few moments. One second you're a girl with someone pushing a magical butt plug into you, then it's in, and you look down and see you're not a girl anymore.

"I think the biggest change is what comes next. It sinks in that you're not female, but male, and you want to fuck so badly it's all you can think of until your first orgasm. It's an experience to see, from what I hear."

Having trouble keeping his hand away from his crotch, Charlie's eyes weren't focused on Coraline or the expensive drink she was making him, but on his imagination. He was breathing a little heavy when he asked, "You've never seen another change?"

"Well, kinda. But since I was a stallion at the time, my thoughts were elsewhere, ya know? I'll tell you one thing, legs look great when you're that low to the ground and just need to get off. This one cute guy I found—I must have humped his leg all night last night." As she finished making the Mai Tai with the addition of some mint, Coraline slid it up onto the bar.

Normally money wouldn't change hands. Charlie had a tab with Richard that he paid at the end of business each evening, but he found himself reaching for his billfold and slipping out a hundred and setting it on the bar. "You're an interesting person to talk to."

It had been the most Charlie had ever conversed with Coraline, and she'd certainly never heard a thank you out of him, but a $100 tip for a little one-sided chat went a long way toward making up for being strange. "Thank you, sir. I can promise you this will be something you won't forget anytime soon."

Chelsea looked at the toy before her, the thing still flickering with magic of its own making as well as her own, and shrugged. "It might work or it might not. The only way to test would be to shove it in you right now."

The thought of shoving things into Richard appealed to Chelsea more than she would have ever dreamed. He'd been very obliging whenever she'd said she couldn't focus, and she had to admit he was actually nice—in a strange kinda way.

"I think we can save it for when I'm on stage. It'll be a surprise." Richard reached out his hand and picked up the toy, only to feel it tug at his thoughts and cock. There was nothing he wanted more than to shove it in right now, except maybe doing that for an audience. "It's stronger than the rest."

"It has its own magic as well as some of mine. I'm not surprised." It was simple math to Chelsea, but she could understand that someone would be freaked out by it. Magic, for most people, was something easy to dismiss—but not anymore. "I could try to suck some out of it, but that would only weaken the changes I made, and I still don't know if they'll even work."

"Perfectly understandable. If all I get is a tingly back, we'll know we're on the right path." Richard juggled the toy to his other hand and reached down to rub Chelsea's ears. When her head pressed up to his palm, Richard smiled a little more. "Don't get me wrong, I love being a horny little stallion, but I like to be in control sometimes, you know?"

Chelsea's mind was squirming and twitching almost as much as her ear was. She tried to follow Richard's words, but between her desire to hump and to just relax into the patting, she was having trouble following the conversation. "R-Richard?"

"Yeah?" Stopping his patting, Richard let Chelsea think a little clearer.

"Thanks for letting me do this. I don't think I said that yet. Despite how odd this is, today has been the most spiritually amazing of my life."

Richard slowly rubbed Chelsea's ear a little more. "You're welcome. If it helps, you were my first go-to for this."

The silliness of the comment was enough to cut through a good ear-rubbing. "What?"

"I mean, there's not exactly wizards for hire in the phone book. You can't jump on Craig's List and ask for a sorcerer—Okay, that last one might have worked, but the thing is I trust Coraline, and she mentioned you once and as soon as I had time to think about all this, I figured a witch was exactly what I needed. Even if you couldn't do what you're doing, that is."

"That makes sense, I guess. So, when do you go—"

Coraline opened the door and walked into the dressing room. "Well, aren't you two cozy like that? He gives good hand-jobs, right?"

Chelsea wanted to blush and pull away from Richard, but just then his fingers got a little more intense on her ear and it was harder to think let alone pull away from him. She lazily nodded her head.

"Damn straight I do. We'd better get ready. Did you lubricate them all up?" Richard asked, surrendering Chelsea's ear so he could start undressing.

"Yeah. Got a few tips." Despite her cousin being present, Coraline needed to get ready, so without a further word she reached up to her shirt and removed it. "Charlie Wong wanted to know what it felt like, I gave him a little chat about it and he tipped me a hundred."

"Strange guy. My sister told me to be real careful of deals with him." Peeling off his pants, that had looked almost painted on to begin with, Richard stretched a few times to limber up. "Guess we're going out with minimal stuff. Pick a collar from that drawer over there, and don't let him put his own on you."

Trying to keep her thoughts away from her cousin's naked, female body, Chelsea focused more on Richard and how hot he looked—it wasn't hard since he was basically man-candy. "What's this about collars?"

"I've heard he likes collars that lock on. High quality things that need to be cut off. He doesn't mean anything nasty by it, it's just something he's into. Here," Richard tossed a collar toward Chelsea, "this style makes a nice click when it goes on, but it takes a regular handcuff key to take off."

Reaching out, Coraline grabbed the collar out of Chelsea's magical grip. "Yoink. That'll do then. So, you ready?" Standing naked, she looked at Richard—who'd pulled on the tiniest leather jockstrap she'd ever seen.

Grabbing up two of the toys, Richard smiled at Coraline with his most innocent expression—which wasn't very innocent. "Give me a count of twenty and come out. Strut a little, try to look domineering."

"You want me to play that angle so you can subdue me?"

"Mmmm, yes. I think they'll like that. Okay, spank me for luck." Richard had meant it mostly as a joke, but when Coraline's palm connected with his rump, he jumped forward and almost ran through the doorway and onto the stage beyond. "You wouldn't believe the monster I just let loose!"

"He's kinda cute," Chelsea said.

"He knows it, too, and he'll use it to get whatever he wants—though he'll usually give you what you want in the process. He's a bit of a—Oh, I'm up." Coraline rubbed Chelsea's ears for luck as she stomped her way out the door too and into the lights of the stage. "Where'd that little runt go?"

This was normal. Charlie watched as Coraline stomped up to him, grabbed him in a headlock, and—that's when things were different. Normally the scene would progress to something more serious, but even as stoic as he was, Charlie couldn't stop from smirking as the tattooed barkeep gave the nightclub owner a wet willy.

Richard hadn't been expecting the school-ground prank either, and made a terrified shout before grabbing up the toy meant for Coraline and holding it up in the air before her face. When she let go of him, he stood up at last and grinned at her. "Yes. You know you want this. You need this. Turn around and show me where you ache to have this."

It was all an act, and despite the silliness of everything, Coraline found herself enjoying it. The shock of this realization worked for the moment because she was meant to be shocked, but the wheels clicked in her head that she was enjoying showing herself off and acting. Sure, she was going to get a group of very rich men off, but that almost seemed secondary to the game she was playing. "You wouldn't dare!"

The protestation was proven fake, Richard noticed, as Coraline started to turn herself. He smiled as he realized she did so in the direction of those watching, almost as if she realized it was important to show them she was completely female. "Dry? I think it needs to go in dry. You've been a bad boy."

Coraline knew roughly what to expect. When the tip of the toy pressed to her rump, however, she wobbled on her feet—which gave her an idea. "Nooooo…" She pulled away from Richard and tried to drag herself toward those in the front row on her side, but Richard worked out what she was doing and dropped onto his knees behind her and grabbed her raised right leg. She was now on her side giving the people in the audience a full view of what was about to happen.

The positioning couldn't have been better, Richard realized, and he pressed the toy against her anus again and pushed. He knew exactly what she was feeling as Coraline squirmed and shivered. Pushing more, he stretched her entrance with the toy and then sank it home.

The three hundred dollar Mai Tai slipped from Charlie's hand and rattled on the bench that ran around the stage. He stared in disbelief as Coraline's vulva puffed up a little before her clitoris exploded outward into a horse penis. The puffy vaginal opening closed over and plumped up as what appeared to be a pair of balls filled her new scrotum. The entire process had, like she'd said, happened fast.

Coraline locked eyes with Charlie and watched him lift his drink back up and drain it in one gulp. His eyes were on her groin, and she felt a certain amount of power over him like this. This was only his first time seeing her, but she estimated he'd give anything to watch this a second time.

Crawling closer to him, Charlie watched as Coraline shrank, her body becoming more and more equine as she moved, until the human woman was gone and only a colorful little stallion was on the stage inches from him. His hand fumbled to his coat for one of his special collars, but she already had one hanging from her neck—unlocked.

Leaning forward so she was offering her neck to Charlie, Coraline pondered her choices. "If you make it twenty G, you can use one of your collars."

The offer was stupid, but Charlie wasn't thinking with what was in his head. He found himself nodding while the little stallion shook her head to get rid of the unlockable collar. "Y-You are an amazing—amazing person." His pants were tight, and Charlie couldn't believe what he was doing. Twenty thousand dollars was insane, but he needed this. The collars he had made could be tightened only until they were latched, once latched, the lock on them was actually stronger than the woven steal body it secured.

"For now, until I can get this off, I'll be your amazing person." The whole performance seemed crazy to Coraline, but it made perfect sense in the moment. She could almost buy her own house with this much money. She felt him circle her throat with the cool metal, heard some soft clicking sounds as he adjusted it for her neck, then a click and a soft crunch from the lock. "Yours."

Charlie's hand dropped below his belt and he started stroking himself through his expensive trousers. He stared at his collar around Coraline's neck and had to struggle not to make a mess and a fool of himself on the spot. "M-Mine."

Sparing him one last smile, Coraline rolled over and looked up at Richard with a huge grin. She'd already forgotten about the collar and was intent on the second part of the show. She rolled to her hooves and bounded at Richard. "You idiot! Why'd you put it in me? You know what I want? I want payback!"

But Richard had a further plan. Turning like a matador, he grabbed one of Coraline's forelegs near her shoulder and heaved. The pivot action meant her rump went flying forward and Richard turned her so that her belly was to the watching crowd. "Now now, I know exactly what my little colt wants."

Coraline froze as Richard's hand closed around her shaft. Then a shiver ran all the way from her rump to her head, seemingly carrying with it a more intense sensation of pleasure. As he started to stroke her shaft, the whole world went a little wobbly and she started to hump her hips in time with his motions.

"You see, the average little stallion doesn't know exactly what he wants. What this little colt here wanted but didn't know he wanted, was this. Pleasure. Sex. Release. Look at his balls swell as I work, his eager little hips bucking away. He's helpless once a hand gets around him and shows him what he truly wanted." Working his fingers, Richard could feel the ache in his rear to be stuffed by his new toy, but he fought it for the show, for Coraline, and for his desire to play with girls' dicks. It was a relief for him to finally realize what his raw desire was focused around, it let him home in on the thing he really wanted to do.

With a front-row seat to the action, Charlie Wong was feeling uncomfortably tight in his pants. He was only a foot away from his pony, watching as Richard brought the stallion closer and closer to orgasm. When the moment finally came, Charlie grunted along with Coraline and struggled not to push himself over the edge into embarrassment.

Panting hard, Coraline couldn't believe how good it felt to just let go of her inhibitions on stage. She looked at the man who now owed her quite a bit of money and let out a little defeated whine. But she knew this little show still had a final act. Reaching out a hoof to the plug that had rolled on the floor, she deliberately squirmed to knock Richard's legs out from under him.

Richard landed on all fours with his back legs slightly spread. He hadn't believed Coraline would have been able to get that much strength behind her, but he wasn't going to question results. Shaking his head as if he were dazed, he stiffened his body when he felt a hand grab his shorts and pull them down.

That was another negotiated part of the event, with Howard settling back in his seat after giving Richard's butt a gentle pat. He'd played with Richard before and had built a lot more trust with him than Charlie ever would. Plus, he'd wanted to put the guy at his most vulnerable.

The touch of the midnight black plug against Richard's anus made his mind fizzle and buzz for a moment. Instinctively—with every ounce of his submissive self—he lowered his shoulders and pushed back against Coraline's attention.

Holding the plug in place with one hoof, Coraline lifted her other and turned to face her audience. "Count it down for me, please?"

Howard couldn't hold back a laugh and started, "Three!"

The rest of the crowd picked up the enthusiasm and shouted, "Two… One…" As the count passed one to the unsaid zero, Coraline brought her hoof down and pounded the base of the butt plug, trusting the magic to see it delivered smoothly into Richard.

Seeing stars as the collision between hoof and plug shot the bulk of the toy fully into his ass, Richard arched his back and let out a long whine of pure bliss as the magic took hold.

Coraline giggled as Richard's body started to change. "As you can see, the initial change is much the same with a disobedient boy. His cock"—Coraline knocked Richard sideways and pulled his leg back to show him off—"has already changed, his balls too, and you can see the cute fuzz spreading out from that location. Any stimulation at all will wake up his need. Should I give him a test-run?"

The normally serious businessmen were crowding forward and cheering, shouting for Coraline to continue.

When his reshaped shaft was taken in Coraline's grip, Richard let out a soft moan and gave a little hump of his hips. His passion was ignited even while he was still changing into a pony. Richard's legs shifted, growing dark fur as they reshaped. Turning to look at Coraline, Richard was greeted with the sight of her rear. Turning, Richard's forelegs developed from his arms and let him walk naturally on all fours. But, Richard didn't walk, he strutted. "Well, well, well. What have we here? Time to break this colt in."

Coraline was waiting for him. When Richard pounced onto her back, she let out a giggle and pushed back and up with her rump—stroking along his shaft. Her reward was instant. Richard lost any hint of his composure and started hump at her despite no hope of finding a home for his shaft.

The big finale was exactly what Charlie needed. He let out a guffaw of laughter at the sight of Richard losing all his focus and humping at the former woman. He stood up and clapped, it was all he could think of. Slow, resounding thuds of his hands that seemed to time themselves with Richard's thrusts.

With a beat going as others joined, Richard felt more of his body change, and then something completely different happened. Two new limbs stretched out of his shoulders, growing larger and larger, and with a supreme effort as he hit his peak, Richard began flapping his new wings for all he was worth.

The feel of Richard's mess spraying up her back made Coraline squirm a little, but she knew there was a nice shower in the club. She turned to the applauding crowd and gave them her best attempt at a bow, only to have Richard fall off her back and flop on the floor. She noticed that he didn't have the bat wings he'd hoped for, but beautifully feathered ones. "You'll have to excuse us. Thank you, you've been a wonderful audience."

Wobbling around on the floor, Richard was trying to get over his recent climax and the addition of new limbs with no success. When Coraline clamped her teeth down on the back of his neck, he went completely still instinctively, which made it easier for her to drag him off the stage and into the back room.

The moment the door closed behind her, Coraline let out a groan of relief and dropped Richard. "Finally. Wow that was intense, but I need a wash. Oh, Chelsea? Could you help me get this ou—" She didn't get any further, her cousin using magic to yank the toy out of her without any further how-you-do. Her legs a little wobbly at the sudden hollowness inside, Coraline nodded her head to Chelsea and walked for the bathroom.

"Now your turn. I guess the butt plug didn't work quite how we wanted, huh?" Chelsea felt emboldened mostly because she was almost unbearably horny. Time alone had shown her just how hard it was for a pony to go without the physical touch of another, and now she had another within reach.

Richard was still trying to work out how his wings worked without moving his legs when Chelsea stepped over him. Opening his mouth, he managed to get out, "What a—?" before she lowered her hips and pressed her balls to his mouth.

"I saw this in a porno once. Figured you—Oh… Yeah…" Chelsea's face broke into a big, stupid grin and she settled down on Richard a little more. "A-As I was saying. I'll have to examine you to work out what went wrong with the plug, but otherwise I think it was a good start. You don't—don't have the same bright coloration as Coraline and me, and you have wings."

"Mmmm…" Richard wasn't capable of saying anything more. Stuck on his back, a plump pair of balls in his mouth, he was in his own little heaven. When it struck his mind that these were a girl's balls, he tensed up and painted his belly for a second time for the night.

By the time Coraline was getting out of the shower and strutting into the dressing room, Richard was a limp, happy puddle of pony. She spotted him under Chelsea and laughed. "You know he seriously gets off on getting used, right? And by girl stallions playing with him. You're like, giving Richard all his favorite fantasies rolled together."

"Yeah, I figured that after we chatted this afternoon. If I'm going to deal with being a pony to work on his little magic problem, he's going to help me out with my needs." Chelsea had been holding the plug she removed from Richard in her magic, examining the layering of spells in it from every angle. "I almost have this worked out."

"I guess if you're both getting something out of it, it's win-win. Hey, speaking of a win, you know how that guy had a thing for locking collars on? He agreed to pay 20 Gs to put one on me! Easiest money ev—"

It was a struggle for Richard, but he managed to push Chelsea's crotch away and free his mouth. "You did what?! We can't get those things off, Coraline!"

Coraline snorted at that. "You said it was hard. So what, just get some wire cutters or—"

"No. You don't get it. He uses hardened steel cable in those. Last time he put one on someone we had to take them to an auto store and use an angle-grinder to remove it." Richard squirmed out from under Chelsea completely and managed to get onto his hooves.

"O-Okay. So we'll go down in the morning an—"

"The morning. When you've turned human again and this thing, that's now tighter than a human's neck, has choked you to death?" Richard checked the collar and, sure enough, it was snug around Coraline's neck.

"Well I can just—We could go—" Coraline's mind raced around the problem before it finally sunk all the way in—she was in big trouble.

"Let me see this. If there's one thing magic was built for, it was this." Chelsea marched over to her cousin and reached out to the collar with her magic. The moment her telekinetic field touched the metal, however, she jerked it back. "Yikes! That's—Ouch!"

"Are you okay?" Richard asked, concern in his voice.

"There's something about it that stings really bad to touch with my magic." Reaching out her hoof, Chelsea touched the collar as if expecting it to bite her. "It doesn't feel wrong but—it's kind of heavy. Heavier than it looks."

"There was something the auto guy said about it. Some kind of metal that's really heavy and really hard. Could that be the problem?" Richard asked.

Chelsea puffed up her chest and glared at the offending metal collar. "Don't care, going to rip it off anyway. Hold still, Coraline."

"Yeah, wasn't planning on moving, Chels." Coraline was starting to sweat bullets. It had all seemed to go so right in the moment. She was getting huge bank out of one little day of discomfort. "W-What if you can't get it off?"

Her horn glowing, Chelsea clamped her grip down on each side of the clasp. It burned and stung her, but Chelsea was not going to let her cousin down. Of course, she didn't know that the clasp had effectively welded itself together and was now the strongest part of the collar.

As the glow in the room got brighter and brighter, Chelsea started snarling more at the collar. It hurt to hold it, but she wouldn't let it beat her. Fighting through the pain in her horn, she wrenched as hard as she could on the clasp—and it didn't so much as wiggle.

"Chelsea! Stop!" Coraline pushed her cousin back. "Seriously!" Backing up, Coraline tried to focus on Chelsea. "It's not giving at all."

"S-So what do we do?" Lifting her hoof up to her head, Chelsea rubbed her horn and found it tender to the touch. "How do we get it off her before morning?"

"You don't." walking up to the table where three plugs sat, Coraline looked between them. "I guess I pick one and leave it in, right? That'll leave me as a pony and I'll be able to live." She glared at her cousin until Chelsea finally hung her head. "It's not your fault. I wasn't thinking straight, but hey, I got paid for it."

Richard was about to say something but stopped then Coraline picked up his plug. "Huh?"

"This'll at least turn me into a pony that can do something interesting. I might have gone with Coraline's, but it looks like an ordinary magic butt plug. The unicorn is probably all her doing. Nope. If I'm gonna be stuck as a little stallion, I'd like to be able to fly, thanks." She fumbled with the dark toy and managed to toss it to Richard. "Go on, put it in and see what happens."

"Are you sure about this?" Richard walked around Coraline, hugging the toy to his chest so as not to drop it. "I mean, this one. I could try to call in a favor and get use to the auto shop. Maybe even find the guy at this hour…"

"I mean, yeah. But if it doesn't work out, I'll take life over… The worst bit is this is all my fault. That rich bastard didn't know about any of this." Turning again, Coraline lined her rump up with Richard. "Just shove it in and we'll go looking for someone to cut this stupid thing off my neck."

"You're really thinking pragmatically. That's partly why I hired you." Richard had to balance the toy on one hoof while he lined himself up with her rump. On the plus side, she'd cocked her tail nicely for him.

"What was the othe"—Coraline froze as Richard pushed the toy into her—"other reasons?"

Richard had the butt plug halfway in and held it there while Coraline squirmed. "The second reason was that you could pour a drink, and when I threw something new at you, you told me you didn't know and learned it after being shown once."

The toy was right at its peak of thickness. Coraline whined and panted as the thing stretched her anus to what felt like its limit. "Th-There's more?"

"Let's see. Nice tattoos, you didn't have a drink when I offered you one, and everyone in the bar who was into chicks—that I know of—checked out either your ass or your tits at least once." Giving a final push, Richard got the toy past that bulge and he watched it settle into her rear as her sphincter tightened around the thin section. "How's that feel?"

Panting, her four legs braced slightly to keep her from collapsing to the floor, Coraline tried to get a reply in but was too intent on the feeling of fullness coming from her rump. After a few moments she shook her head and looked at Chelsea. "You had to enchant the big one for him, didn't yo—"

A visible shiver ran from Coraline's rump to her neck. Along with the ripple of muscle was a wave of purple fur and a pair of lumps on her back. Everything seemed to feel odd to Coraline as her body changed. Wings with purple feathers unfolded and stretched from her back and she grew nearly six inches in height quickly and double that in length.

"What's going on with my face?!" Staring cross-eyed, Coraline watched as her formerly cute pony snout hardened and reshaped into a hooked beak. Stretching as her body changed into a leaner build than the squat stallion she'd been, Coraline stared down as her hooves reshaped into a pair of clawed hands.

Everything felt strange except for her back end. Coraline turned her head to look at Richard and then again to look at Chelsea. "Waa—Wiii—What. The. Fuck. Am. I?"

"Griffon?" Richard asked.

"No. Griffon is bird front with a cat back. Oh!" Chelsea clopped her forehooves together. "You're a hippogriff! Part bird, part horse."

Changes were still happening. Coraline could feel her forelegs altering a little more as scales covered her new "hands" halfway to her elbows. "Hold up. I have wings and hands!" At that moment Coraline tried to stretch her wings out, only to have her forelegs try to move too—which resulted in her falling flat on her belly. "How did you get the hang of these things so fast?"

Richard pointed at Coraline's face with one wingtip. "Wings were nothing. How'd you work out how to drive that beak?"

"Determination not to sound like a fool. Okay, tucking wings away for later and standing up." It felt a little strange to Coraline to be walking on what was the palms of her hands, but it was only psychological. Physically, she not only felt great about her stance but she felt great in general. "Bonus of being bigger is that plug doesn't feel as big. Okay, Richard, where's this guy you have for cutting things off people's necks?"

"Right." Richard was having trouble focusing. Coraline wasn't just tall and handsome now, her penis had been scaled up slightly to match her size. He caught himself staring after a moment and turned his head to look away. "Okay, Gwen's my girl there. Her father's shop is about six blocks from here and she owes me one."

"How do so many women owe someone as flamboyant as you are?" Coraline took a few steps to get used to her new stance. "This is weird."

"The only problem—well, one of the biggest problems—is getting there." Richard tapped his chin with a hoof. "We were busy downstairs, so I don't want to take any staff off duty. Do you think Steven and Celeste might help?"

A deep need filled Coraline. Just mention of Steven's name made her get excited to meet him again. He'd been energetic and forgiving—the latter because of her love for humping his leg, of course. "Won't they be… partying?"

"There's always Susan." Richard walked for the door leading out of the dressing room, then paused to look back at Chelsea. "You're coming too, I hope? That horn of yours is too useful."

"Is that the phone?" Celeste lifted her head from Susan's groin, only to groan when her dick got bared to the air.

Her mouth free of Celeste's shaft, Susan cocked her ear. The distinct sound of a mobile phone ringing in one of the bedrooms ceased their little bit of fun completely. "Yup!"

Celeste jumped off Susan and the couch and launched herself to the floor in a full gallop. She got to Steven's bedroom and spotted his phone buzzing madly.

On the bed, Steven was lost to the needs and desires of a stallion who couldn't get himself off. He'd been masturbating for hours and his climax was still (and ever) just out of reach. The sight of Celeste barely even registered on his lust-drunk mind.

Tapping the phone with her hoof, Celeste managed to answer it. "Richard?" She paused and listened to what he had to say. "Holy shit, we're on our way. Susan's here and she can drive. Steven? Uh…" Celeste looked at Steven and shook her head. "No, I think he's fine here alone. I wouldn't disturb him unless you want to have him humping you for hours." Another pause. "Yes, Richard, I know you'd like that, but that's not going to help Coraline."

Celeste listened a little more before hanging up. "Steven? Are you—uh—with it?"

Steven's mind wasn't with it enough to work out things like Celeste's asking him a question, but he did figure on the other stallion in the room being the perfect height for him to mount. Leaping from the bed, he was delighted when Celeste froze in shock.

The weight of Steven on her back, at first, made Celeste let out a happy squeal of excitement. She arched her back and felt his rigid length stroking along her back. Only, Steven had asked to be left alone all day, and consequently his charge time was practically nil. Each hump against her left Celeste feeling more and more of Steven's seed spraying over her back.

"What was the call a—" Susan stopped in the doorway. She'd been well aware of Steven's state and could figure out what had happened. "What happened?"

Celeste was rocking with Steven's thrusts, getting turned on despite her mental state. "R-Richard needs a pickup at the club. Coraline's in some trouble and it's a bit of an—ah—emergency. I don't think Steven will be letting go of me for a bit…"

"Right. Uh…" Susan bit her lower lip. "You sure you don't need a hoof with that?"

"I-I'll try to get him into the bathroom. Luckily I didn't take my butt plug out yet…" Celeste closed her eyes and tried to take a step—which Steven matched—then took another.

Susan backed out and trotted back to the living room and grabbed her keys in her mouth. "I'll be back in a bit!"

The drive wasn't a long one for Susan and soon enough she was pulling up at the nightclub. And she didn't just pull up around the corner to wait, she pulled up right out front of the front doors—ignoring the cones that warned people not to park there.

She was about to get out and talk to the bouncers when she spotted her passengers. Seeing a pegasus and a unicorn leaving the front door of a nightclub would have shocked just about anyone else, but Susan was used to seeing such. What did surprise her was Coraline.

Striding along, Coraline didn't realize how much he was strutting on his way to the little car waiting for them. She waited for Chelsea to open the door with her magic and then climbed in after Richard but before her cousin. "Hi, Susan."

"Coraline?! What happened? What are you?" Susan was staring. Despite there being a unicorn and a pegasus in her car, Coraline was still the most exotic present.

"Hippogriff. Turns out my cousin can do some neat stuff with those butt plugs. Richard, where are we going?" Coraline fastened her belt and leaned back into the seat. On the whole, she was finding hippogriff to be an agreeable form. She had hands, she had wings, and when she looked down she knew she was packing more than the average pony.

With Richard rattling off directions, Susan turned the car and started following them. On the short drive she got the cliff notes version of what happened. "And you think this Gwendolyn will open up the auto shop and help?"

"Let me just say that Gwen owed me a special favor and this seemed like a good time to call it in. There she is on the right." Richard pointed with a hoof to a skinny woman standing on the side of the road before a set of roller doors that belonged to an auto shop. "Let me do the talking."

Gwendolyn Carver hadn't expected her night to have a 3 A.M. phone call from the only guy in town she owed a big favor to, but that's how favors go. The second thing she hadn't expected was the little creatures that climbed out of the car that her father wouldn't be caught dead working on. "What the actual fuck?"

"Hey, Gwen! You probably don't recognize me, but it's Richard. Look, I wouldn't normally do this—and you know I wouldn't—but this is kinda life or death here. And… you're not listening to a word I'm saying, are you?"

"Can I just repeat myself? What the fuck?" Despite his appearance, Gwen recognized Richard's voice and crouched down at the door behind her to unlock the heavy roller shutter. "Start at the start, and if you leave anything out, I'll call the cops."

As the story went on, Gwendolyn found herself believing less and less of it—despite there being the evidence right before her. "Hold up. I still want to hear the rest of it, but who has the collar that needs cutting off?"

Coraline stepped forward and tilted her neck to the side. "Wait until he gets to the bit where I got paid for putting this on."

"How much?" Gwendolyn got out her hydraulic cutters and fit a fresh pair of cutting blades to them.

"Twenty G."

Whistling, Gwendolyn fit the jaws on each side of the collar. "Your fur is so soft…" She shook her head. "Alright, Rich, keep talking."

The handle took three pumps before it brought the blades against the collar. Another pump set them tight against the outer layer of metal, and yet one more cut through that. Two more pumps and Gwendolyn was struggling for a third when she realized what was happening. Easing off the pressure, she pulled the cutters back and stared. "What is that thing made of?"

Coraline stared at the two hardened steel blades that were deformed around whatever the core of the collar was made of. "I'd like to know that too."

"Right. Whatever it's got in it is harder than these can work through, and I can't exactly get the jaws of life onto it without cutting your head off too. Gas-axe is out, so is the plasma cutter. How was this adjusted, anyway?" Gwendolyn turned the collar a little in her hands while examining it. "Ah, here's the clasp. Looks like more of that dull metal inside."

"Yeah. That's what he adjusted before there was some kind of crunching sound as he locked it." The truth was starting to sink in now for Coraline. "What's the odds that it'll come off before dawn?"

"None. To use those cutters I need to talk to the guy who sells the jaws and get the hardest ones he has. What happens at dawn?" The story Gwendolyn had heard so far hadn't included how things wear off.

"Well, at dawn I need to take the butt plug out or stay like this. If I take it out, I'll turn human again." Coraline reached one of her claws up and dug it under the snug collar. "And there's not much room in this thing for my neck."

Gwendolyn snarled quietly at the stakes. "Well, shit. Do you want to try the jaws of life anyway?"

Gulping, Coraline thought about the question and the problem she was in. "How much are the blades of those if this thing breaks them?"

"Lifetime warranty, and I've never seen them fail on anything. Wanna try it?"

"Show them to me."

Leading Coraline over to their tow truck, Gwendolyn opened one of the back storage chests and pulled out a big packing case that was almost as large as she was. Her muscles strained to set it down before she opened it. "There they are."

Coraline's first reaction was to balk at what amounted to the biggest hydraulically-actuated cutting tool she could imagine. Her second reaction was like the first, but with swearing. "Fucking… I take it if they nip my skin, they ain't stopping?"

"Skin, bone, steel, hopefully that collar—" Reality was starting to intrude and Gwendolyn realized what kind of danger Coraline would be in. "Hopefully just the collar, though."

Turning to look at Richard, Coraline took a deep breath. "What's the alternative? What do we do if we have the time tomorrow to do the job right?"

"Dad'll know what's up with it. That metal—whatever it is—is insane." It was obvious to Gwendolyn that Coraline wasn't keen on the jaws of life cutters. "Can I feel that again? Who gave it to you?"

"I'd rather not say. Okay." Coraline closed her eyes. The combination of events all came back to just one person making a poor decision, and it was one she was, apparently, prepared to live with. "When will your father be in?"

Equestria

Coraline was aware of only just closing her eyes—in the back of Susan's car—before bright light made her sit up and look around. The world seemed different, and not just because she was sitting on her butt in what seemed like a basement.

"Welcome to the club, I guess," Susan said. "Now they're going to want us to shack up with a mare and bang her until her heat's done."

"Susan?" Dazed Dream poked her head in through the ground-level window to the basement. "Sweet Celestia, you brought a friend! Want to double-team me?" She couldn't help but wiggle her rump in anticipation.

"Didn't you get in trouble last time, Dazed, when you stole me for the day without telling anypony else?" Nonetheless, Susan liked Dazed's style and was already standing up with every intention of making her way to the window.

"Yeah, but I'm the mayor of the town, what are they going to do?" Pulling her head back a little, Dazed reached a foreleg in as far as she could. "Besides, I've never banged a hippogriff before."

Shaking her head, Coraline realized it was free of the collar—the device laying by what used to be her hands. "Well ain't that the shit? Okay"—Coraline turned to look at the window where Dazed Dream was pulling Susan out—"first thing, I'm not banging anyone. Second thing, I don't need your help to get out of here."

Coraline could hear somepony walking down a staircase and made a rush for the window. She might have been taller than a pony, but she was slim. Reaching up, she grabbed the windowsill and pulled herself after Susan.

When Organized Chaos stepped down into her lab and expected to see a pony or two, she narrowed her eyes. "I don't know how and I don't know when, but I can bet Dazed Dream is involved."

Outside, Dazed Dream had a smile that would rival even Pinkie Pie's. "Come on, come on! We need to get away before Organized Chaos comes."

"Look, whatever you and Susan have going, that's great. I like guys, which is why I'm saying thanks, but no thanks." Coraline straightened herself up and looked around the alley way between houses she found herself in. Everything was odd. It was like there was a haze of oddness around everything, or maybe it was just around her. "Okay. It's been nice, but I think I'm going to test these things out and—"

"Leg it!" Dazed Dream shouted, and took off at a gallop with Susan at her side.

This left Coraline to be grabbed up in Organized Chaos' magic field. "I need to put locks on everything, apparently. Excuse me, Mr. Hippogriff, did you see a crystal pony and a very ex earth pony mayor of the town nearby?"

The story Susan had told of this place rushed into Coraline's head. It occurred to her that if anything, Organized Chaos had been expecting another crystal pony, and a hippogriff apparently wasn't pony enough for them. "Uh, pretty sure they went that way." Coraline pointed with her right forefinger (or what was masquerading as one now) in the opposite direction the pair had run.

"Alright! Thank you—Oh, I should put you down. Sorry, I was expecting an escaping crystal pony and his accomplice." Setting the griffon stallion on the ground, Organized Chaos turned and started trotting away. Behind her the sound of wings flapping were of no concern until—about 20 pony lengths away—she realized that there weren't any hippogriff stallions in town and wouldn't be any in public thanks to the situation they were in.

Spinning back around, Organized spotted one hippogriff flying as fast as he could (if rather inexpertly) in the opposite direction. "I don't know how the butt plug turned one of them into a hippogriff, and I don't care. I want that dong!"

The exhilaration of flying fought back Coraline's terror of heights and made flying for her life (and possibly sexual freedom) actually enjoyable despite being a crash course in learning an entirely new skill with limbs she'd only recently come to terms with owning.

A hippogriff on the wing was far faster than a unicorn, especially one who cannot teleport, which meant that Coraline not only outpaced Organized Chaos, she left the mare in her dust. With her limbs tucked up under her, Coraline could soar in the air like a bird. On the edge of town, however, her eyes spotted a pinkish-purple unicorn.

Starlight Glimmer looked up at the hippogriff stallion and had a moment of surprise—not only was he flying right overhead but he was rampant. This friendship mission wasn't really about friendship. Twilight had sent her on a mission to investigate some strange magical readings that came from this one town. This one rehabilitation town. This one rehabilitation town for formerly evil mares who were trying to put all the Bad Stuff behind them. "Excuse me!"

For a moment Coraline planned to just zoom past the strange pony and not look back. Susan had said that when she got off, she'd return home, but she'd never said Coraline couldn't deal with that on her own.

Then two things hit her at once. The first was that she wouldn't be able to get off on her own at all. The second was Starlight Glimmer's magic—and when Starlight Glimmer grabs something with her magic (as Stygian found out) it stays grabbed.

Pulling the hippogriff down as gently as she could, Starlight realized that the stallion wasn't just rampant, he looked like he was ready to have a mare right here and now. "Don't get ideas, Starlight, just because things with Sunburst are rocky…"

The grab of magic again made Coraline a little angry. Laying about herself with her claws, she tried to rip her way free of the ball of magic—with no success. Guided inexorably downward, she let out a huffing breath as she waited to see what was happening.

"Excuse me, but did you come from Normalville?" Starlight asked. After a few moments of not hearing anything from her winged captive, she realized the spell she'd used wouldn't allow any air to pass in or out. Popping her bubble of magic, she blushed a little. "Sorry about that. I'm… uh… trying to find out about the little town over—"

"You mean the crazy town full of crazy unicorns that try to grab people for no reason? You'd fit right in." Coraline could accept the wince on the pony's face for what it was. "Now, why did you grab me like that?"

"I-I didn't think you'd land, and I don't know your name, and I was a little distracted by your penis, and I couldn't—Oh no, did I say that or think it?" Finally resorting to reaching up and grabbing her snout, Starlight Glimmer stopped herself from talking—but the damage was already done. "Can I start over?"

The approach was friendlier than Coraline had any reason to expect. She sat down and gestured toward Starlight. "Why don't we start with names. I'm Coraline."

Sitting down, however, meant that there was nothing to hide the fact that Coraline was hard as a math test, and Starlight did her best not to stare—but keeping her eyes on Coraline's face was getting harder and harder (unlike Coraline, who seemed to be at maximum hardness). "I'm Starlight Glimmer. You… uh…" Try as she might, Starlight's eyes were pulled down.

"I can't really help it. Blame it on those crazy ponies back there."

That made Starlight take notice of what Coraline was saying and not what was jutting from her underbelly. "Blame what on them?"

"This!" Coraline gestured to the ~~elephant in the room~~ horsecock between her legs. "Twelve hours ago I was a human woman. Then I put this thing in my butt and I turned into a pony. Just a normal day. But then things get crazy and I have to use a different one and I turn into a—a hippogriff with an erection I can't make go away!"

Relief flooded Starlight. She now had an excuse to look at the throbbing erection before her. "You can't make it go—Wait, you said you were human? What happened?"

Coraline gave the short version. Turned into a pony and then hippogriff by magic butt plugs, couldn't take it out and now wound up in Equestria. The reason she gave such a cut-down version was she was getting the idea that her audience might be interested, and given the apparent lack of a nice stallion to rub off on, Starlight seemed the least crazy pony so far.

Starlight could keep staring because Coraline's penis was part of the topic. This suited Starlight quite nicely, but it meant her eyes were somewhat glued to the sway the shaft had as Coraline talked animatedly. She'd dealt with a few hippogriffs at her school, but she'd never encountered a full-sized male before, nor one so—erect.

Winding up her story, Coraline noticed Starlight's fixation. "… then I woke up and had to flee the town. You're not even listening to a word I'm saying, are you? Why don't you just lean forward and kiss it?"

"Yeah. I should just lean forward and—" Starlight stopped herself halfway to doing exactly that. She paused, the aroma of excited stallion now filling her nose. There was a ball of musky fluid beading up at his tip, and Starlight had a decision to make.

Sure, she was on a mission for Princess Twilight, but this one nice hippogriff had given her much of what she needed to know. Closing her eyes and letting her nose and soon mouth guide her, Starlight let out a happy sigh.

Rubbing at Starlight's ears and mane, Coraline let out a soft, bird-ish sound that was somewhere between a falcon's whistle and a dove's coo.

Author's Note

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

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