Earth

Steven looked at the message on his phone and sighed. "Another housemate? Dammit, I just finished working out how I feel about Celeste…" Despite his eyes being fixed on his phone, Steven could feel the pull of the toys on his mind.

Magic was insidious, and before he knew it, Steven had walked over to the cupboard where they kept the box of toys and pulled the box out. His toy sat there beside Celeste's and a few spares they kept around.

"Dammit. It feels so good to be a pony." It was only two in the afternoon and he was already thinking about spending the afternoon in hedonistic bliss doing… Well, not much of anything since no one else was home.

Pulling out his phone, Steven's thumb hovered over the screen. "Nah. I've got this." Setting his phone up on the bench with Celeste's phone selected and ready to dial, Steven shucked out of his work shorts and shirt, then pulled down a pair of Celeste's boxers he'd forgotten he'd pulled on earlier.

There was his old favorite, Celeste's (and he knew she'd blow a fuse if he used it, though her punishments were as divine to him as her name), or one of the three scaled ones for visitors. His hands traced over the five in turn, but when was bigger than the rest and he shivered to hold it.

"I want to feel full."

Steven had made up his mind and tucked the rest of the toys back in the box and into their spot. This might not be his normal plug, but today he was its user. His eyes could only pull away from the toy to glance out the big windows into the expansive yard.

Walking out, nude, Steven smiled into the sunshine and crouched down on his knees on the lawn. The smell of tilled soil and fresh grass had him smiling. Steven braced on his knees and reached back with the toy. Lining it up with his rump wasn't hard, he'd had a lot of practice of late.

One thing Steven couldn't deny and that was his need to whine. The plug stretched him maliciously. His anus growing wider and wider as the magically slick plug pressed deeper, but Steven knew when he was at the tipping point.

Part of him want to just hold it there and keep his body aching for more. He'd experienced the almost painful bliss of having an orgasm kept just out of reach for most of a day, and despite the eagerness with which he'd let himself succumb to the toy's wiles, he kept the toy at that tipping point until his entire being ached.

Reaching his free hand under him Steven let his shoulders press into the grass while he wrapped his fingers around himself. The first stroke was pure bliss, and while he started to stroke himself off, he closed his hand carefully around the base of the toy in his rear to stop it from going all the way in on accident.

The simple delight of self pleasure was, for Steven, a promise to his body of what was to come. He knew that once that plug was in he'd be on a dry spell until someone came to visit, which meant that his current fantasy of Celeste and Coraline fucking him from each end (and his hand relief) would be the only respite he'd get from his need.

Coraline, Celeste, each using him to slake their lust made him gasp and whine into the grass under him and rock his hips into the phantom lover that was stuffing his rear. His hand was stroking himself, doing the one thing he couldn't do as a pony.

The pleasure rose from deep inside. First it felt as if a simple tightness around his balls, then the pressure spread upward and into his prostate. From there sparks of excitement shot around his body and his shaft seemed to harden to an almost painful state. Needing release more than anything, he sped up his stroking and rocked his body harder.

Just as the pleasure was about to overwhelm him, however, his grip on the base of the plug slipped and his greedy butt sucked the huge shape inside and squeezed around the base as his prostate prepared to mix his seed into ejaculate.

The magic of the plug reached through his bowels and shoved itself into his cock. He swelled out into his hand as a fully-hard stallion shaft, but it also lanced into his prostate and quenched the climax about to start.

Steven's eyes widened and his hand pumped furiously. His release had been yanked away at the last second and all he knew was need. Need that now couldn't be sated without someone else to help.

Feeling his body change slowly, Steven kept rubbing for as long as he could. He ached and humped and whimpered and soon let out little horny-stallion-winnies, but nothing more than a mess of precum came from his shaft. All too soon the soft grip of his hand around his aching shaft changed. Fingers folding together and merging, leaving Steven with four hooves and a hard-on that would never go away.

Squirming and dropping to his belly, Steven started humping at the grass. It wasn't as gentle or pleasurable as his hand, but for the following hour that didn't matter in the slightest. His mind gladly accepted the back seat and kept working over the fantasy he'd been riding through as his body took care of all the physical action.

But, on such a nice day, even his desire couldn't keep him from his garden. Steven stopped humping and eventually calmed enough to stand up and look around. He had to shake his head to clear some of the fuzz, then let out a sigh. "Well I screwed that up."

Despite the situation and the time spent squirming in lust, Steven felt pretty good. Though the garden looked very different at his current perspective, he felt like there was more to it now. Walking up to the bulbs he'd planted just a few weeks earlier, Steven inhaled and felt them sooth his aching need down to a far more tolerable level.

As he leaned a little closer to the flowers, he accidentally stepped a hoof onto the garden bed itself. A rush of sensation poured through Steven, sparking thoughts of them needing more water and a touch of nitrogen fixer. Blinking in surprise, he looked down at the garden bed and tried to feel that rush again.

All but two of the bulbs had grown up strong. The two that hadn't were dealing with an infestation of mites that could spread to the others if he didn't get on it quickly. Almost in a daze, Steven trotted around the garden with fertilizer and watering can, along with a bottle of pest spray.

The moment he touched each garden bed, he could feel what the plants wanted and what problems might be stopping them from growing bigger and better. It almost became an obsession to the point he was surprised when a voice called out from the house.

"Steven? Are you out here still?" Celeste called.

Poking his head out of an azalea bush that was fighting aphids and their ant masters, Steven spotted Celeste. "Yeah. I learned a new trick!"

It wasn't too strange for Celeste to see Steven up to his rump in garden. It was strange to see him out here as a stallion. "What's that?" She walked over to him and started to notice something. She wasn't as switched on about the gardens and grounds as Steven was, but even she could see that all the plants looked—more. "What did you do?"

"I can feel what they want! This azalea is covered in aphids I didn't see. I've been spraying them and the ants herding them for… Is the sun going down?" Now that he was distracted from his task, Steven looked around the garden in wonder, his heart beating loud like a drum in his ears. "Wow! This is so cool! I've got to do all my gardening like this now!"

"Wait, explain that again?"

Taking a deep breath to calm himself down, Steven started going back over his day. "So, it was around two or so when I got done with most of my work and went inside. I had a sandwich and a drink, and started to feel empty. Yeah, I know, but giving into a little fun once work is over is fine.

"So I came out here and started playing with the plug, holding it so it wouldn't go all the way in and—" taking another breath, Steven took a few steps closer to Celeste. "You want to know what I did?"

This had turned from tell me about your day to sharing sexytimes, and Celeste was completely into that. "Does it involve horse dongs?"

"Yes! Well, not until a bit later. I was imagining being a piggy on a spit for you and Coraline, holding the plug from going all the way in with one hand while jerking off with the other—"

Celeste almost lost it on the spot. Her groin tightened and she stared at Steven, missing his next words. She'd had sex with him enough, and knew he liked to look at her, but to find out he rubbed one out to the thought of her?

"Earth to Celeste! Celeste!" Steven would have waved a hoof before her eyes if he could reach that high. Tapping on her thigh didn't work. Shrugging his head, he reared up and shoved his nose into her crotch and gave a little bump forward.

"Wha?!" Celeste jerked backwards instinctively at the groin boop. She stared at Steven in shock.

"You zoned out. What's up?" Steven asked.

"You know, there's a downside to having my boyfriend be my best friend." Leaning down, Celeste kissed Steven's nose. "I was a little distracted at the thought of you tugging it to me, if you must know."

The information surprised Steven a little, but the more he thought on it, the less surprised he felt. She was into showing off, why not something else. "You want to know the rest?"

All ears didn't begin to describe how attentive Celeste had just become. She nodded to Steven a little too quickly.

"Well, just as I was imagining you planting your thick horsedong in my butt, everything started happening at once—as it does. I was rock hard, twitchy, and about to shoot my load when my hand slipped and the plug—or your cock—sank all the way in. I was on the very edge. I felt as my dick became this"—Steven rolled over to his back to show off his belly—"but I kept going. Just the thought of you stuffing my rear had me going wild."

It was obvious to Steven that his description had Celeste going wild too. It wasn't just the way she stood, that mixture of intense focus and twitchy need to do something, but a smell had started coming from her.

"But just as I'm about to start shooting, the plug's magic hits my nuts like an icy stab, locking them up and stopping my climax dead. I squirmed and rolled around, still cranking it until my hands transformed. Then I humped at the grass for a while—the image of you never leaving my head." If Steven had to guess, out of a scale of 1 to 10, Celeste's horniness was probably about a seventeen.

"You haven't gotten off yet?"

Steven shook his head, and before he stopped he realized what Celeste was about.

Crouching down, Celeste pulled one sleeve of her white shirt up and spat into her fingers. "Poor boy. All day wanting to feel my touch—fantasizing about it—and you couldn't actually do it. Close your eyes."

"What?"

"Do it or I'll leave you like this."

Steven froze for a moment and then let out a giggle. "I love it when you get bossy."

"It's not bossy, I'm trying to be dominant." Running her fingers up the underside of his length, she tapped along like she was playing a piano. "Now close your eyes so I can feel in control."

"Yes mistress." Steven stuck his tongue out at Celeste, but closed his eyes. Bossy he liked, but he wasn't sure about anything more than that.

"There's a good boy." Celeste slowly closed her fingers around Steven's shaft and started to stroke him properly. "I bet you could barely focus on your garden for a while. Imagining me mounting you and fucking you. Poor boy didn't even get to rub one out?"

Not as into Celeste's new game as she was, Steven could nonetheless enjoy a good hand-job without having to worry about his masculinity or "alpha status". Eyes squeezed closed, he humped his hips into each stroke Celeste made and tucked his ears back against her words.

Stroking him, Celeste kept up her litany of dominant (to her) sounding phrases. When he tensed up in her arms, Celeste leaned down and kissed the underside of his shaft. "Give it to me."

Steven's ears perked forward for the these last words and excitement built to a fever pitch. He looked up at Celeste knowing he had a silly grin on his face and did exactly what she wanted.

"Wait, ugh! Not on my—" Celeste had failed to aim the stallion she was jacking off, and when the first blast hit her shirt and the second her nose, she fumbled to push his shaft to point in any other way. It sprang back, of course, and she fell backward from Steven covered in his musk.

Sitting up, his shaft still unloading onto the grass, Steven spotted Celeste and started giggling like a fool. He felt good after the release, but with the change in his focus from gardening to pleasure, his hunger for more swapped too.

"What are you laughing at? I'm—I'm…" At a loss for words, Celeste started giggling too.

"Are you two ready to go… What the heck?" Coraline looked at Steven and Celeste, taking in their laughter and state, then lifted her left foreleg up and did what was Earth's first talon-face. "You should probably clean up before we go to the club."

"The club again? Oh, hey Celeste. I heard your cousin was looking for a place to live?" Rolling to his hooves, Steven shook himself, which had the effect of making his shaft sway around under him. "Ugh, I need a shower."

"Me too, but we should probably take separate ones. Richard wants me on stage tonight." Celeste used her hand as best she could to wipe the mess from her face, then gave her shirt the same treatment before shrugging and taking it off.

Without the possibility of snuggles, each managed their showering without incident. Celeste grabbed a fresh shirt, a short pencil dress, and heels that gave her several extra inches in height, while Steven trotted back down the hall to the living room wearing nothing but a smile. What surprised Coraline, however, was what she wasn't seeing.

"How'd you do that?!" Coraline asked.

"What do you mean?" Steven's grin was cagey. He raised an eyebrow at Celeste. "Do you see it?"

Celeste blinked in surprise. "It?"

"His penis!" Walking closer, Coraline crouched down and looked under Steven. "He's not hard. How does that even work?"

"I'll have you know I have solved the problem of horniness. I have transcended the need to rut like a horny little stallion." Steven sat own and looked at Coraline with a superior air. "I have—"

"—become full of shit." Celeste reached a hand down and rubbed Steven's head and one ear. "But I still want to know too for reasons."

"Gardening." Steven just had to say the word and he felt more relaxed. "You should have seen it! I could just do that all day and I didn't feel horny at all… until Celeste came along with her sneaky hands."

"Sorry about all that stuff I said. I just started getting into it, and I might be doing it a bit wrong." The sight of Steven's sheath and balls made Celeste more than a little itchy to play with him some more.

"Oh, all that stuff about me being a good boy?" Steven waited for Celeste's nod. "I like when you take control of things, but it's more about you actually taking that control rather than talking about it. Is there something you want me to say back?"

That startled Celeste. "Uh, I don't know. If you're not really feeling it, I just—"

"Ask Richard. Seriously, that guy has been into every kink twice and come out the other side grinning. If you two want to try out some kind of kink stuff, ask him." Coraline stretched her back and shook her hips. "Are you ready to go?"

"I might grab something to eat," Steven said.

Celeste's eyes narrowed. "Damn you." The next sound she made was her belly grumbling. "I was fine until you mentioned food!"

"We've got some fixings for a quick salad. Come on, you have the hands to make it." Steven pranced toward the kitchen, feeling at peace with himself over the new tricks he'd learned.

Groaning in resignation, Celeste followed Steven into the kitchen and had a pair of salads made up in no time.

Ignoring the looks he was getting in the V.I.P. Lounge, Steven relaxed on one of the comfortable seats and chatted with the cute stallion beside him. That Chelsea was a unicorn surprised him. "So, how'd you manage to become a unicorn again?"

It was the kind of small talk neither of them ever thought would be a thing.

"It just feels right. It's like there's a pattern inside me that it has to follow. How do you—um… Your…" Chelsea berated herself. "I'm a grown woman and I can't even talk about penises."

"Well, I was home all day today, so I did some cleaning around the house for a few hours, then went to work outside. Got distracted by the idea of doing it with a little something in my butt. Got a bit too horny and, being alone, couldn't do much about it. So I did gardening instead." Ignoring the music was easy upstairs, it was much more subdued in the V.I.P. Lounge, since the focus was meant to be on the stage. "Turns out that really agrees with me."

"Maybe my magic is the same way? I guess I don't feel as—as horny when I'm working on things." Chelsea's ears perked toward the stage when she heard the music change from background to something more bouncy. "I guess the show's starting."

Steven watched in silence as Richard came out and gushed about the new faces and promised them another night of tormenting a young woman with a transformation she never would have wished for. It was all a farce and Steven knew it, but he still couldn't help looking at Richard with a little ache. Every time Richard moved it was like he was dancing.

So focused was Steven on Richard that he barely realized the hooded girl he guided onto stage was Celeste. When he finally locked eyes on her, he was spellbound. She was so different to the vibrant and active partner he knew. She was on her hands and knees with a heavy steel collar around her neck and a chain securing it. The hood she wore hid her beautiful face, but every other inch of flesh was on display.

The story that Steven got from Richard's narration was that he'd purchased her as a slave and was planning to use her for stud work. This, of course, required that he make her male. It was a silly story, but easy enough for the crowd to follow along with.

There was no playing around so far as Richard went. He looked just like he was manhandling an animal as he "tested" his new stud out before leading Celeste off stage.

"Well, that was pretty intense." Chelsea had to shake her head to clear off the slight daze she'd been in watching the show. "Was that really—"

"Shh." Coraline slowly pulled her palm away from Chelsea's snout. "Remember, she's incognito for now. Here's refills."

"It was a pretty good show." Steven reached for his coke and pinned it between his forehooves to pull it closer. "Is there anything going on after?"

It was a struggle for Coraline not to get too excited. She still liked playing with Steven a lot, and could definitely handle having Celeste-as-a-pony involved too. "I'm pretty sure we had something in mind. A friend told me a little stallion was interested in having a particular dream made true."

Steven pressed his belly firmly against the table. He might have found a way to not get distracted by sex so much, but being told a fantasy he'd spent over an hour masturbating to could come true before the night was out was too much for him. "That'd be… nice."

Coraline could see that Steven was getting excited without needing to look under the table. In a perfect world, without any clients present, she'd jump on him right there and then and start humping until he offered her a hole. "But I'll want the same in return."

That caught Chelsea up short. She looked at her cousin. "But you don't have a—a butt."

"Chelsea, sometimes it's nice to just make a guy you like happy, you know?" Coraline tried not to blush at being so familiar with her cousin.

"You like me?" Steven asked.

"I wouldn't hump your leg so much if I didn't. Oops, gotta get back to work." Turning, Coraline walked back to the bar and slipped behind it.

Chelsea spent a few moments to mentally chew on the thought of moving in with people who seemed to be in some kind of relationship with her cousin. Meanwhile, she got to see her potential housemate on stage, naked, get turned into a stallion and then screw another guy in the ass. It was a surreal time for Chelsea, not the least of which because she was a unicorn who was doing all this while sporting an erection.

"So you remake the plugs, right? You did the one for Coraline to still have her hands?" Steven had trouble looking away from Richard getting banged by Celeste, so he didn't bother—mostly because in his mind's eye he could see himself being there in Richard's position.

"That was a bit of a random chance thing, but yeah. Richard has a pretty detailed requirement." For some reason Chelsea found it hard to look away from the stage too. She'd never been one for porn, but she knew both the people involved and knew the roles they were playing. In a way she was supplying special effects for this. "Did you have something you wanted?"

"M-Me? I mean, I'm pretty happy when I'm just like this. I don't need wings or hands or—or magic to have fun. Today I learned how amazing it is to garden like this." Thinking about it more, Steven realized how much he'd gotten used to not having hands and walking on all fours. "Though, it would be interesting to try others, I guess."

"I think I have one for pegasus if you want to try it?"

"Wings?" Steven pondered the thought. He hadn't seen Coraline try hers out, but she'd said that she could fly. "Flying might be cool. What else can you do?"

"That's kinda it at the moment. You could try using a randomizing plug, though. So far we got a pegasus, a hippogriff—that's what Coraline is—and we got some kind of canine earlier." Chelsea sighed. "I was trying to get one to make a pony with bat wings."

"Bat wings? Is that what Richard wants?"

"Part of it. He wants a few other minor changes too. Hey, do you want to help me with it?"

The thought of getting a teaser of whatever kinky stuff Richard had in mind appealed to Steven. "You've got a work in progress?"

Chelsea nodded. "Yeah. I don't have the wings, but I have most of the other bits. I think."

"Well, you wanna test it out? Where does Richard have you working?" Steven finally found the strength to look away from his girlfriend banging another guy and look at Chelsea. He saw a pretty handsome unicorn that his mind immediately connected with the thought she's hot.

"Okay. We should probably go around though. He has me working in the dressing room behind the stage." She climbed down and led the way out of the lounge and down the hall to the dressing room door, and used her magic to slip the inside latch and open it.

"Wait, I didn't think this door opened from this side?" Steven asked.

"Magic breaks rules. I opened the inside handle from outside. Come on."

"Neat." Steven followed Chelsea, getting a good look at the big plug she had in her rump—or at least the base of it. "You, uh, want me to get that out for you?"

Blushing, Chelsea realized she'd left the butt plug in all day while she'd been working. Her mind fizzled at the thought, and she blushed. "I—I mean I can—With my magic I can—" Her words were halted by a questing snout that pressed under her tail. Her eyes widened and she told herself most firmly that she'd tell Steven to stop and pull it out with her magic. She was, therefore, shocked when her lips parted and a throaty moan came from her while he yanked on the plug.

Steven wasn't even sure why he'd done it. He hadn't had a real connection with Chelsea, but there was something inviting about her rear that had coaxed him on. Lifting a forehoof up and setting it on her rump, he jerked back hard and felt her rear surrender its grip on the toy.

"Fffff—" Chelsea panted and huffed, her back flexing as she dragged a huge amount of air in with breath. Her rear felt empty and aching to be filled back up. Without her conscious mind doing much about it, she lowered her chest to the floor and shoved her rump in the air. She knew there was a hot stallion behind her, and she'd just been watching what a hot stallion could do.

The sight was intoxicating and far too tempting for Steven. Giving Chelsea's rump a quick nip in his excitement, he jumped up on top of her and lunged forward.

Panting and feeling drained, Celeste squirmed out from under Richard and made her way to the back of the stage—making sure to flash her tail and rump that were matted with Richard's cum. She could hear Richard giving the patrons a bit of a talk up, promising them another show in two days time.

Struggling a little with the door, she finally got the handle down and pushed it open and froze. Her lips curled into a little smile at the sight of Chelsea on Steven's back, rutting him for all she was worth. She ignored them—and the hungry/horny sounds they were making—and walked through to the bathroom to clean up.

"Well spank my ass and call me pet, what kind of degeneracy have I got happening in my changing rooms? Honestly! If you two are going to be fucking every time I leave the room, I'm going to have to set up video cameras." Richard's eyelashes fluttered at Steven and Chelsea. "But first I need to clean up. If you two dare stop before I get back, you're both fired."

Steven felt the hot rush of Chelsea unloading inside him, and though he didn't get relief himself, he was happy enough that he'd already gotten some time on her back. He got a full pace toward the bathroom—with the aim of cleaning himself up—when he felt a tongue stroke along his ass and along his anus.

Chelsea had never been this forward with a guy before. She'd had sex, she'd even dated a few times, but the guy's she'd met wouldn't have let her rail them, that was for sure. Giggling at the thought, she nuzzled at Steven's butt a few extra times after she'd cleaned the mess from it. "W-Wow."

Turning, Steven walked up to Chelsea and kissed her on the cheek. "A good 'wow', I hope?"

"Yeah. It's been a while, honestly speaking. I wasn't sure I wanted, but then I realized you were helping and being gentle, and I kinda enjoyed you being a little forward, and then I just wanted you to…" As she trailed off, Chelsea was tickled pink that he kissed her again. "Isn't Celeste your girlfriend?"

Nuzzling at Chelsea's jaw, Steven licked a little mess he found there and began working his way down her side. "Yeah. We're kinda open, you know?" He got all the way to her rump without hearing a word from her. When she lifted her tail for him—for the second time that night—he spied more mess than he would have thought.

Chelsea's eyes fluttered closed and she made more happy moans as Steven worked her rump over. His tongue didn't just explore her asshole, it stroked up under her tail and over both cheeks, then down along her taint. All she could do under the circumstances was to brace her legs and let him make her feel wonderful.

Eventually, though, the feeling came to an end. Charged with purpose, she spun around and kissed him firmly on the lips.

Celeste left the bathroom prancing, trying to get over the feeling of having her rump washed with pressurized water, only to spot Steven and Chelsea kissing. "Well, I think he approves of our new housemate."

Richard giggled like a schoolgirl at the joke. "Just one big happy family. Is it just me, or do you feel more huggy as a pony?"

"Yeah. You know what, I do. Let's test it." Celeste was already in motion when Richard leaned back and opened his forelegs. The moment their fuzzy chests touched, she felt an intense warmth that put a big smile on her face. "Gosh…"

"That's pretty good. Not going to lie." Richard relaxed into the hug and let out a happy sigh. All the stress of his day—even his whole life—just melted away as he snuggled with Celeste. He twitched when another warm body joined from his left, then another from his right. More ponies cuddled together just felt better and better.

"Nope. No way am I joining that hug-pile. Richard, are you in there?" Coraline asked from the doorway.

Poking his head up from the snuggle-heap, Richard spotted Coraline at the door. "Target sighted."

Steven was next, levering his snout from Celeste's chest-fluff and locating Coraline. "She's at least half horsey. I bet her back half likes cuddles."

Coraline rolled her eyes. "You just want to hump me." She stood her ground as Richard and Steven left the snuggle pile to approach her. "I mean, if you want a girl who'd complain about that, I'm the wrong one, but I still have guests out there, Richard, and those guests have money."

Sighing, Richard stopped his advance. "I guess they want to talk?"

"Of course. You have Mr. Wong looking to book the place out for a solo show, and two others wanting to film a show. For that latter one, you're probably going to want Celeste to come out and chat too. I know you like playing up to a camera, but it'll be her pristine ass on the line, so to speak." Coraline then realized that her cousin was currently making out with Celeste. "Huh…" Libidos were an odd thing. She'd only just been coming around to the idea of getting sexy with Celeste, and her cousin seemed to have dived right in the deep end.

"Celeste? We have to go talk to customers. You want to leave a little of Chelsea for Steven, or should we pack a to-go bag?" Richard's grin was from ear to ear.

Chelsea was left breathless when Celeste broke the kiss. She was so excited and cuddly at the same time that she could barely remember where she was and who was watching. She blushed, but it was impossible not to respond to Celeste's gentle extra kisses on her nose. "Later?"

"Definitely later. Maybe a lot of laters." Celeste kissed Chelsea once more on the cheek and then turned. "Okay, okay. I'm coming."

"Again?" Richard asked before giggling his way out the door with Celeste in pursuit.

Coraline closed the door on Steven and Chelsea, leaving them alone together. The pair looked at each other and then let out a short laugh.

Steven stretched and shook his head to clear it of both giggles and naughty thoughts. "Okay, so you want me to test out this new plug?"

"R-Right!" Chelsea reached out with her magic and picked up the plug she'd been working on all day. "This is it. You should end up with everything but the wings. Would you believe it's really hard to get bat wings just right?"

"Do I want to know what it does do, or should I wait for it as a surprise?" Examining the toy, Steven watched it turn over just in front of his eyes thanks to Chelsea's magic. "Ah what the heck. Okay, put it in."

Watching Steven turn around and lift his tail, Chelsea froze. She still remembered what it'd been like to fill him and lick him clean, but she was a little less focused now. "J-Just push it in?"

"Unless you had something else in mind. You could, uh, lube things up again if you like?" The suggestion actually made Steven a little excited and, once more, he started to slip out of his sheath and get excited.

Chelsea's mind chased around in circles. She couldn't work out if he'd invited her to mount him or do something else, but after a moment of staring at his butt, she had enough horniness and excitement built that she just leaned forward and started licking at him.

Steven's eyes widened at the focused attention and he let out a whinny of delight. It might have been true he'd meant something more thrusty, but he could certainly live with being rimmed. Closing his eyes, he let Chelsea's tongue and muzzle drive him toward more and more arousal.

Able to taste herself on him still, Chelsea got well carried away with her work. She nuzzled and licked at his rump and delved her tongue into his anus to stimulate the nerves inside. In the end she was so distracted with giving him pleasure that she almost forgot why she was doing it.

It came as a surprise to Steven when from one wonderful lick to the next, he felt something push into him. It wasn't Chelsea's penis and it wasn't the plug. The shape was covered in bumps and ridges, and his mind just completely collapsed in bliss at the feel of it push in and out.

Having been experimenting with her magic, Chelsea smiled as the dildo she'd made literally out of thought buggered her friend. She added a few more bumpy bits here and there and watched his front legs buckle and fold. Her personal belief was that giving happiness was its own reward, and if that was the case she would be getting a super reward soon.

With her horn otherwise occupied delivering her magic into Steven's butt, Chelsea lifted the new toy up carefully between her hooves and brought it close to his rear.

When the shape sliding in and out of him literally vanished, Steven grunted in surprise. The feeling of emptiness he normally felt without a plug seemed amplified and worse, all his nerves tingled where the shape had touched him. That emptiness was quickly replaced as Chelsea pressed the tip of the actual plug to his rear and pushed firmly.

Steven's rear had been well warmed up by now, so when Chelsea shoved hard, the toy didn't get stuck at all and pushed all the way in on the first try. Even his back legs folded now and Steven dropped to the floor with a thud.

Watching, Chelsea saw the first big change sweep up Steven's body. His coat turned to black hair in a wave from his rump forward. She used her magic to carefully roll Steven to his side and check under him. Sure enough, his shaft was a little plumper and a bit shorter. There was also a far more significant flare to his tip. "This is working perfectly!"

Shaking his body, Steven could feel the changes pour over him, and when it hit his head he could feel his mouth changing. His tongue became more pointed and so did his teeth. Further, his eyesight sharpened and a new hunger built in him. "What the heck just happened?"

Chelsea giggled and reached a hoof out to brush at Steven's dull red mane. "It worked! How do you feel about… apples?"

Just the very idea of fruit made Steven's mouth start watering. He tried to say something in reply, but his new tongue and teeth made that a little hard to manage. "Erff." Clearing his throat and swallowing the drool, Steven tried making a few sounds to get his head around talking again. "Why can't I stop thinking about fruit?"

"Woo! Got that right too! Richard has a sweet tongue already, and he noticed he didn't so much when he became a pony. This will mean he can feel more normal as a pony."

"Huh. So he wants to spend significant time as a pony?" Steven tried to roll back onto his belly and stand up, but Chelsea's hoof found his belly and started rubbing—moving became far lower on his priorities.

Drawing idle circles in Steven's belly fur, Chelsea thought about it. "I guess he might be considering long-term. Does he want to stay a pony?"

"He seems pretty into it, doesn't he?" Squirming on his back a little, Steven got more comfortable and let his legs splay out. "Do you have any idea how good this feels?"

"By the way you're smiling, I can guess." The urge to rub a little lower almost overwhelmed Chelsea's self-control. "You want it out now?"

"Will I turn back to a normal pony?"

"Probably not. At least, I don't think you will. Richard stayed a pegasus when we pulled the randomizing one out of him." Chelsea didn't stop rubbing to give Steven any incentive to move. "You, uh, think it will be okay if I stay at your place?"

"I was going to say yes, to a trial, before tonight. No offense, but I've brought home a fair few girls that I've been pretty into, that would never have worked out living there long-term."

"R-Right. Yeah. I didn't mean to—to buy my way in with—with any of this."

Rolling over and giving up the best belly rub of his life, Steven stood up and kissed Chelsea on the cheek. "If you were the kind of girl I'd thought would do that, I wouldn't have had sex with you."

"What exactly is the deal with you and Celeste?"

"Ages ago we were going out. Then we moved into our current place and… I don't really know why it happened. We kept living like we were dating, but we'd go out and hook up with other people. It wasn't cheating, but it was like we didn't want to get into those kinds of arguments lovers have." Rolling his shoulders, Steven felt just a little more lithe than his former self. "This body is actually pretty good. Not as bulky as the other one."

"I noticed that. It was also something he wanted. You shouldn't be any weaker, just not as bulky about it. So Celeste and you aren't doing anything?"

"We are. That's the odd thing. We just started having sex and stuff again as if we'd never stopped and… it's comfortable. We both agreed that we're sort of still in a relationship, but that we're open—or whatever it's called. Sex is too fun to limit ourselves."

"Okay, so the mixing of messages was just me. Uh… What about my cousin?" The question was hard enough for Chelsea to frame let alone ask, but she manged.

"Coraline? She seems a bit smitten with me, and I think she's trying to get over her straightness and get with Celeste. I like her too, but it's not like I'll want to be with her and you at the same time. You're both fun in different ways."

Chelsea walked around Steven and when he turned to move with her, she used her magic to grab his rump and pull it toward her. "I'm not exactly comfortable enough with—We were kinda like sisters. I don't think I could do stuff with her. But we don't have to, do we? I mean, you're hot as all hell." The moment she said it, she blushed. "A-And Celeste is too. And it's not like we both need to be with either of you all the time."

"I'm hot as all hell?" Instead of an answer, Steven felt Chelsea yank the butt plug from him in one swift pull. The ache of emptiness was immediate and intense. Biting his lip carefully (thanks to the new teeth he had), Steven found he couldn't pull his tail down. "W-Why does it feel so intense?"

"Oh, another thing Richard wanted. General increase in sensitivity. You can put your tail down."

"No I bloody can't!" Steven paused for a moment, then started giggling. "It's that feeling of emptiness doing it. I just… What were you using before? Can you put that in again?"

"Any particular shape you want it?"

The question flummoxed Steven. "Uh, I mean the toy you were—" His words died in his throat when Chelsea began to manifest her magic into the shape right beside his snout. "You literally fucked me with magic?!"

"Uh… yeah."

"That's so awesome! Can you feel with it?"

That hadn't really occurred to Chelsea when she'd been doing it. "I mean, I can feel things to pick them up, and I think I felt what it was pushing and doing. I guess—" She froze as Steven opened his mouth and wrapped his lips around the magic phallus. She could feel the sensation, and while it was only like someone sucking on a finger, it still felt good to have him suck on it—if a little strange that it wasn't actually part of her body.

Still with his tail in the air, Steven turned more so he could better take to his task and see Chelsea's face. He grinned around the glowing toy he was sucking when he saw her blush. Slipping his lips free, he stepped around the toy and approached her. "Felt good?"

Chelsea nodded. "Y-Yeah. It's not like a blowjob, but it was still sexy."

"Look down for a second." Steven walked closer to Chelsea, mischief on his mind.

A little confused, Chelsea nonetheless looked down and then felt soft lips touch the end of her horn. Her eyes widened and she froze as Steven slipped more of the appendage into his mouth—she'd discovered that her horn was just as sensitive as her penis.

Hearing gasps and sights that Steven could judge were more that's really nice than please stop, he kept up his efforts and slowly slid his lips all the way to the base of her horn. Deciding it was time to practice with his new tongue, Steven found it to be plenty flexible and wrapped it around Chelsea's horn several times before slowly pulling back.

Chelsea was frozen in place, her eyes having drifted closed as Steven worked. Nothing in her head seemed to work, though her libido was more than up to the task of making her shaft rock hard and ready, even if it wasn't what was getting an amazing blowjob right now. Each time he spiraled his tongue around her horn and drew back, she felt like he was milking the magic right out of her.

Well, Chelsea figured, if he was going to coax her to use magic, she'd do it properly.

Steven's mouth started to tingle a little when Chelsea began using magic. He'd been wondering what was going on when he felt something start probing his sheath. Adjusting his stance to widen his back legs, Steven kept going all out on her horn while his shaft started to poke free and into the embrace of more tingling.

Working by feel alone, Chelsea wrapped her magic around Steven's shaft and started squeezing it gently. His movements became a little erratic, but that only encouraged her more.

Humping, Steven continued to suckle and swirl his tongue around Chelsea's horn, little groans passing his lips as he did so.

"This feels so weird. I don't—I don't know if I can orgasm from it, but I hope you can." Stroking and squeezing at Steven, Chelsea's head was almost limp, her entire body holding still so that his mouth could keep working its magic.

Steven wanted to tell her how good it felt and that he'd definitely be able to get off, but his mouth was otherwise occupied on Chelsea's horn. He could feel his body's arousal rising, rising, and eventually peaking. A shiver of excitement ran through him as he strained to hold back until the very last moment, but just as he was at the moment of no return, Chelsea jerked her head back and her horn from his mouth.

Staring, his shaft trembling as a thunderous orgasm began, Steven watched as white light poured into Chelsea's eyes and she floated into the air.

The magic swirling around the room was centered on Chelsea. She could see the infinite, her mind parsing the weaves of magic as her body—her body reached climax. As the mysteries of the universe unfolded before her, she shot her load over Steven's face. Her mind seemed to barely comprehend the pleasure coursing through her body as she shivered and shook.

For his part, Steven took only two blasts to the face before he got smart and lunged forward. Wrapping his lips around Chelsea as she pumped her seed down his throat. When the bright light in the room faded, Steven felt Chelsea flop down on his back—which basically just jammed her shaft firmly into the back of his throat.

Grinning around her length, Steven had to fight from giggling as he walked over to the couch and tipped sideways.

"Wha—? Hey! Oh. Oh…" Chelsea's brain caught up with her body as she felt her shaft slide from Steven's mouth. When she fully realized his intent was to let her get comfortable, she relaxed more and just moved with what he was doing.

"Sorry, needed to breathe. What did you do?" Steven turned toward where he'd been standing and winced. "Ugh, what a mess."

Shaking her head, Chelsea was more annoyed that she didn't have Steven close for snuggling than the mess on the floor. Charging her horn, she sent a shaft of pink light shooting out from it to hit the mess.

Steven could only stare at the perfectly clean floor. "What did you d—?" Lifted into the air, Steven turned his head to see Chelsea looking right at him. When she put him down on the couch beside her, he reached a foreleg up and over her shoulders. "Okay, cuddles it is."

"S-Sorry. Just feeling really huggy now. That was weird."

"Weird good or weird bad?"

"Definitely good. I can see what I got wrong with the last plug, and I can see how to not only do what Richard wants, but also some other things." Shoving her snout into Steven's breast fur, Chelsea let out a happy grunt at the masculine smell of him.

"Other things?" Steven nuzzled at Chelsea's ears and mane, keeping clear of her horn for now since he knew that was sensitive.

"I think I can stop the plugs from dragging us to that pony world. They're built like Lego. There's all these extra bits stuck onto it. I should be able to remove any so long as others aren't relying on them." The gentle attention had Chelsea so relaxed she closed her eyes.

"Hey, you got a picture on your butt." Lifting his head up, Steven looked down Chelsea's body to her thigh. "Sparkly star with another beside it. Kinda reminds me of your magic."

"Wha—?" Lifting her head, Chelsea looked down at her side in disbelief. "Wow. I…" Looking at it, her mind made happy little sparks in her head. "I love it—Hey…" Her protest faded in her throat when Steven guided her back down to his breast and forelegs. She let him set her cheek down there while he nibbled at her ears again. At least, she told herself he was doing it. It definitely wasn't her wanting to snuggle more.

"Whatever you just did, I think it was probably something special." Steven nuzzled at Chelsea's ear some more. "If you're going to explain it, you should probably do it when Richard's here."

"Someone said my name and I—" Richard froze at the sight of Steven. "Is that it? You made it? Where's the wings? Can I try it? Where is it?" The last he said, of course, with his snout under Steven's tail to find the plug.

Steven would have jumped at the sudden touch in a tender place, but the truth was he had gotten used to it and instead just flicked his tail over Richard's head. "Not there. We took our plugs out before we got started."

Chelsea lazily lifted her head from Steven's chest and blinked at the sight of Richard. "Oh. We were just testing it out. It's over…" Her horn lit up and she floated up the butt plug from where it had rolled off the table and to the floor. "Here, I can make the wings work now. I had a little epiphany."

"By the smell of this room, that epiphany was about eight inches long and flared." Richard tried to make a grab for the toy as it floated past him, but he couldn't reach high enough. "Did you get a tattoo or something?"

"Cutie mark," Coraline said as she walked into the room. "Starlight said they're cutie marks, and they're really special. Something about destiny."

"How do you know so much about them?" Chelsea asked.

"Starlight was really into pillow talk. At least, she was until I got dragged back here. I hope I can find her again…" As her words trailed off, Coraline blushed. "I-I mean. She was nice!"

"Mmmhmmm." Richard, momentarily forgetting the special butt plug, pranced over to Coraline. "And you'll be looking for her again tonight?"

Sticking her tongue out, Coraline blew a raspberry at Richard.

"Here." Chelsea passed the plug to Richard. "Now it will give you wings and everything. Even make your night vision a bit sharper."

Richard let out a squeal of pure glee. "You're the best! Worth every cent!"

"There's more." As soon as Chelsea said it, she watched Richard's head spin toward her. "I think I can make the plugs stop dragging people to that other world."

That got Coraline's attention. "So you can—?"

"No. I don't think I can do it once it merges with you. Actually, I could try, but I don't think so. Only on plugs." Sighing at the literal crestfallen look of her cousin, Chelsea squirmed and got up, then walked over to hug her. "Sorry."

The hug was a surprise to Coraline, but it felt like a life-preserver. She reached up and hugged Chelsea back. "It's alright. I mean, I get to visit strange new worlds, meet new and interesting ponies… and fuck them."

Chelsea snorted. "You know, I'd try to take the moral high-ground, but I just had the most wonderful and wild sex of my life." She turned to Steven. "Thanks."

"You're welco—Oh! Hey, Celeste." Steven jumped to his hooves and trotted over to Celeste to kiss her. "You wouldn't believe what we just did!"

Celeste's mind raced with possibilities. "I'm going to guess you had sex?" It was a bit of a set up, but she wanted to hear what fun they'd had—mostly because she wanted to try something freaky herself.

"Sex? I blew her horn until she started floating in the air with light coming out of her eyes while she jacked me off with her magic. I don't know if that could ever just be called sex."

Almost all eyes turned to Chelsea. She felt like hiding, but then realized that she'd actually been involved with most of the people present. It was a freeing thought—filling her with confidence. "Well, I don't know if I could do the light coming from my eyes thing again, but magic-jobs are definitely on the table if any of you can give a horn blow-job half as good as Steven can."

Her heart pumping hard, Celeste tried to picture in her head how what they described would have worked, and all it did was get her rock hard. "I-It's getting late."

Steven raised a single eyebrow. He knew what Celeste considered late, and it usually landed somewhere in the post 2 A.M. area. "Yeah. We should probably be heading back." He knew exactly what she wanted, though. "Chelsea, you want to sleep over tonight? We can get your stuff tomorrow."

Reaching one hoof out, Celeste had meant to bro-fist Steven, but with just a hoof, she was unsure if it would work. When he clopped his against hers, she discovered it worked great. "Besides, I imagine Richard will want to play with his new toy."

That brought Richard's focus back to the butt plug Chelsea had enchanted for him. "You said about not having to go to that other world? Not that I have a problem with that, exactly, but you understand having to find a female there I can tolerate long enough to—to have sex with would take a while." As he said "have sex with", Richard made a disgusted face.

"Okay, gimme a shot at that and then we're out for the night." Chelsea was hardly oblivious to Celeste and Steven working together to get her to their place—soon to be her place too, she hoped—but she wasn't exactly sure what their motive was.

Richard passed Chelsea the plug. "Oh great wizard! Please imbue this humble butt-adornment with the power I require!"

"Why do you even need that done tonight?" Chelsea picked up the toy in her magic and could see all the enchantments on it. "Okay, this stuff is tricky. Imagine Jenga but with some blocks wired together." She ignored the colorful light show, instead focusing only on what she was doing.

"So that cutie mark means she's destined to fly into space?" Richard asked.

"Nah. I think it's her magic. She was using her magic when she got it, after all." Steven shifted a little in place. "Why is this body so sensitive?"

"Just how I want it!" Richard sidestepped in an exagerated manner, sliding next to Steven. "What's it like? Did you let her nibble on your ears? Oh! Oh! What about actually fucking? What's it like?"

"You'll find out for yourself soon enough. Personally, I could use a body that's a little less sensitive. I feel like every touch is a caress," Steven said.

"Really? That's… interesting." Leaning a little closer so she touched his flank, Celeste wore the biggest grin on her snout. "Perhaps we can find something to do when we get home?"

Richard wasn't the kind of person to ever bite his lip and not say something outrageous to a friend. "Well, someone's hot to trot tonight. Why don't you take Coraline with you, make it a special party?"

"Oh, now you've done it. If I'm gonna be stuck with this body for the night, I want to get some revenge on you for it. So you're coming too." Steven leveled his gaze at Richard.

Coraline cleared her throat and stomped up to Richard. "Hold up. I don't care how horny I am to bang the pair of them, or how ready you are too, we have a club to run for the night. Remember?"

Richard's excitement dropped and he let out a sigh. "You're right, damn it. Okay. Looks like you get Chelsea all to yourselves for the night." He walked over to Chelsea. "I hope you're satisfied. I'm going to be so jealous of you."

Blushing now, Chelsea put the finishing touches on the toy and passed it back to Richard. "There. Even if you get it stuck in until morning, you'll be okay."

Rearing onto his back hooves, Richard clopped his hooves together in glee. "When this works…" And with that he turned around and flicked up his tail. "Please, my dear, if you would do me the honor?"

Chelsea shook her head in denial. "I just started working here and my boss has me shoving butt plugs into him. What's next?" She lined the toy up with his anus, and with no ceremony at all shoved it hard with her magic.

Richard's eyes widened in shock, then fluttered closed as he folded to the floor. Twitching, he could feel the changes that Chelsea's special work start to affect him. The first, and most immediate, was how sensitive everything felt. His shaft seemed to explode with sensation, but just the feel of his fur on the floor was slightly arousing now.

"Ten bucks says he blows off the moment someone touches him," Steven said.

"Why? You didn't." A little confused, Chelsea could nonetheless not remove her eyes from the spectacle before her.

"Two reasons. One, this is Richard's thing. This is something he's so into he agrees to almost anything to get more of it. Two, he loves showing off and being watched." Walking around Richard, Steven leaned down and nibbled on one changing ear. "Isn't that right?"

Squirming and shivering as each new change happened, Richard was in complete bliss as he felt his wings growing. Tilting his head, he caught Steven in a kiss. When Steven didn't jerk back, Richard felt further joy and pressed his tongue forward to feel the sharp fangs Steven bore.

It was surprising for Steven to feel so engaged with just a kiss. Richard's tongue work was working him up far more than he realized, and he watched as Richard stood up and maintained the kiss the whole while. When their lips parted, Steven let out a gasp. "W-What the heck…?"

"Lips are more sensitive, tongue too. How'd it feel on your side?" Richard's eyes danced with excitement at his own special creation being worn by another. That's when it hit him—this was probably another fetish. One that he could embrace without regret.

Steven closed his eyes to think about it. "Almost like sex. It was really intense—electric."

Clopping his hooves together in excitement, Richard was a very happy bat pony. "Same! This is going to be so much fun! Imagine, sucking a dick feeling as good as anal!"

Celeste raised a hoof. When Richard turned to look at her, she lowered it. "Can I try that next?"

"After tonight, I plan to offer this to anyone who wants it. I want—I want everyone to be able to feel this." As he spoke, Richard spread his wings out slowly, bumping the walls on his left and right. "Why are my wings so big?"

"Have you actually seen bats? A foot and a half long and six feet of wingspan. Trust me, you need all that to fly." Chelsea walked toward the door. "Now, I feel pretty drained after that, so if you need me I'll be—uh—asking Steven and Celeste for a lift?"

"Yeah, I think I need to experiment some more." Steven gave Richard a wink and turned with a swish of his tail over Richard's snout. With Chelsea and Celeste following him, he made it all the way out to the street before letting out a gasp.

"You okay?" Celeste asked.

Steven shook his head. "I was, before he kissed me. I can't drive home like this—I'm shaking."

"I didn't overdo it, did I?" Chelsea frowned a little in thought. "I know he wanted—"

"No. It's not bad, just intense. It took every ounce of willpower to get out of there without kissing him again. It's more intense with another like—like we are." Steven closed his eyes again, and his mind walked right back to those intense sensation.

"Come on. You can't stand there and remember how good a kisser my boss is all night." Coraline pressed her head against Steven's rump and started pushing.

Richard stood on the roof of his club. On the horizon, a slight edge of light began to creep into the sky. "One more day. I need a day to secure everything, then I'll do it." His eyes slid from the false dawn to the inky black butt plug beside him.

The roof was opulent. He'd always wanted to live in a penthouse, and when he'd finally afforded the building he'd arranged for a little work to be done. There was a pool that bordered on a little garden and his home.

Sitting on a lounge chair beside his pool, he took a slow breath and remembered his first kiss—the first as a bat pony. "You fucking hunk. I'm going to give you everything you want—even if you want me."

He paused as a tingling sensation began to run through his body. The process, in reverse, was far more disquieting. He lost his wings and snout—even his horse cock returned to a normal human one. Richard felt—less.

"I'll get my finances sorted today, then tomorrow morning I'll watch the sun come up and stay as I was born to be."

"Talking to yourself?" Jasmine, Richard's little sister and lover of goth aesthetic, asked. She walked out onto the pool deck and lay down on one of the spare outdoors lounge chairs.

Richard smiled and let out a sigh. "Trying to talk myself into what I've always wanted to do."

Groaning, Jasmine aimed a finger at Richard accusingly. "Just fucking do it you little pervert."

"Ha! You enabler. You know what it will mean, right? I won't be human ever again." Richard rolled over to his belly to expose his pale back and rump to the sky. "No more arms, no more hands, no more—"

"You want me to make you go through with it, bro?" Jasmine knew her brother well enough to cut through all his bullshit and reach the core of his argument.

"Ohhh! We could make it a scene. A performance! You tie me up artfully with your coven of witches watching on. Call up the virgin to claim my anus with the enchanted implement—thrusting me into a new life I will never come back from!" By the end of his description, Richard had raised his hand to his forehead artfully and almost perfectly emulated the heroine from the cover of a trashy romance novel—though of course he was male.

"Yeah. You've got some new friends now, right? I heard Hank talking about them. Cute guy, bunch of girls… What have you gotten yourself into, Rich? Fucking girls?"

"Hmm, yes and no." Richard rolled over to look at Jasmine. "These things make anyone into a stallion. Male, female—it doesn't matter. Stealing these hot girls—at least I think they're hot, everyone tells me they are—over to the penis-carrying side, and finding they love cock…"

"Down, boy. You're harder than malt liquor. So you found something new to get you off? Good for—"

"No! There's more! This"—Richard gestured to the butt plug—"goes further. Every part of you is more sensitive. You feel more, taste more, hear more… I kissed someone and almost shot my load on the spot. Steven's lips—his tongue thrusting back against mine…"

"If you make a mess, you clean it up. Okay, so you get really sensitive and you grow a dick, what else do I need to know?"

Richard's full attention landed on his sister now. He looked at her with a raised eyebrow and a mind brimming with questions. "Where to begin? Why do you want to know?"

"Well…" Jasmine rolled her eyes and looked at Richard as the sun fired its first rays of light toward them. "You know how I am, never leave home without my strap-on, but sometimes I wonder what it would be like to—you know—have the real deal. So, big brother, tell me how this thing works?"

Rocking back on his lounge while giggling and kicking his legs in the air, Richard squirmed in glee. "Sis, you're gonna love it! What do you have planned for today? Any jobs?"

"Two. One starts the moment I get down to the dungeon and let him out, the other is a girl I've been training up. She's flexible as a dancer and sings like an angel, but give her a whip and she'll be a demon. She's booked-in around midday."

"Well, you could offer her a surprise?"

"Richard. You really have no head for being a dominant, you poor subby little thing. This girl wants me to train her. The agreement we have is she knows I will be in full control and she gets a say only if she wants to continue—not in how I will use her." Leaning over the gap between them, Jasmine kissed Richard on the forehead. "So I think I'll play with my pet first of all, then I'm going to do all kinds of wonderful things to hear my little bitch's best singing voice. How do these things work?"

"If I weren't so excited to show you how it works, I'd be scared of you, sis. Okay, so…" Richard jumped into his excited description of the toy, how it works, how it spreads, and what it will be like to be a little stallion.

Author's Note

Ask Starlight: How was your impression on your mysterious hippogriff suitor? I mean, was he up to the task?

"He was—" Starlight bit back her words and blushed furiously. "What I liked most was he wasn't in a rush. Most stallions are looking for one thing, but he—" Another bitten back word and another blush. "He talked to me. Not just after, but before and during. It was like he really wanted to connect with me." Dipping her head this time, Starlight tried in vain to hide her rapidly-reddening cheeks. "And he did."

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