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The Night Marenager

They drove longer than either of them had really expected. Molly was driving now the Spirit looked out the window at the darkened landscape. Molly wondered what he was thinking. Probably about Bast, there "employer", she thought. The word seemed to be both right and wrong for their situation.

Right in the sense that they were doing something for somebody and being rewarded for it. Granted that reward was mostly just being allowed to keep doing what the Spirit had been doing for a long time and what Molly had just recently taken a liking to. On the other hand it was not the right word because they were both given free rein to do what they saw fit, so long as they didn't go overboard. Overboard meaning don't turn an entire town of people into a twitching pile of mating animals.

She looked at the clock and saw it was past midnight, 12:56, it was time to pullover. They had made good time based on road signs and Molly placed them some were a few dozen miles north of St. Louis and still in Illinois. She scanned the road, mostly just farmland and patches of forest as she looked for a place to stop. About ten minutes later she saw a motel sign and pulled into the lot.

The Spirit looked over to her once they came to a stop.

"Need some rest?" He asked.

"Yeah, besides we need to figure out where we're going." Molly said yawning.

"True." The Spirit said looking back towards the motel office.

"What did our goddess friend leave us with exactly?" Molly asked realizing neither of them really had any money.

"There's some bags in the trunk." he said getting out and walking around to the back, Molly did the same.'

She opened the trunk and found four suitcases. She picked the one close to her and unzipped it. Inside she found an assortment of clothes, casual and formal, even a pant suit. She zipped it back up and took the one behind it, she unzipped it and blinked once not believing her eyes. Cash. Dozens of bricks of cash, all hundreds, all in thick stacks. Molly took one of the stacks and felt it in her hands. She then quickly pocketed the stack in her hand and zipped the case back up.

"Guard this, I'm gonna go get us a room." Molly said walking towards the office.

The Spirit smiled at his pupil, now less of a pupil and more quickly becoming an equal. He also looked down at the case full of currency and then outward and around. Even he a being above the mortals understood the necessity of a means of exchange, he also appreciated the comforts that could be afforded to one should they have enough.

The inside of the motel was about what one would expect, old and cheap furniture, tacky decor and an uncaring young man reading a newspaper working the desk. Molly walked over the counter and stood there for a minute waiting to be greeted.

"Excuse me?" She asked leaning on the counter.

The man said nothing, his only action was to ruffle the pages of the paper slightly.

"I'd like a room please." Molly said more confused than offended.

"You got a reservation?" The man asked without looking up from the paper.

Molly was dumbfounded, theirs was one of five cars she had seen in the lot, and there were easily more than two dozen rooms in this place.

"Do I need one?" she asked scratching her head.

"Why do you think I asked?" the man said rhetorically.

"Um... how do I make one?" Molly asked her confusion deepening.

"Just gotta call us in the morning, phones are closed this late."he said impassively.

"And what if I want a room now." Molly asked finally starting to get a bit angry.

"Well, that's more of a personal issue I would say." he said ruffling the pages again.

Molly caught a glimpse of the man's smiling face and felt her blood boil. Then she remembered just who she was, what she could do, and who is sitting in the parking lot. Then the door behind her opened, in it stood a tired looking middle aged woman, bags under her eyes, dressed in wrinkled and well worn jeans and a tea shirt. She looked pissed, and Molly backed away from the counter to let her come to it.

"Hi there I'd like a room please." she said in a twangy accent.

"Do ya have a reservation?" the man said again without looking up.

The woman narrowed her eyes and brought a hand forward which she then used to rip the paper out of the man's hands. The man jumped forward looking angrily at the woman until Molly saw a spark of recognition in his eye, the rage turned to subservience in an instant, and then that to forgiveness.

"Harriet,I uh, what are you doing here?" the man said his voice a bit shaken.

"Ned, do you understand why your at this desk?" Harriet asked, her voice calm and level.

"To uh, check people in." he said gulping.

"To check people in, and how many people have you checked in, in oh, let's say the last week?" She asked putting both her hands on the desk.

"A few." Ned said crossing his arms.

"A few, a few. Ned i just spent the last hour watching the security tapes, you wanna try that again." Harriet said looking at the man impassively.

"Wha... how?" Ned said going wide eyed once he realized his mistake.

"Well Ned, for starters I cleaned all the grease off em, I took the lens caps off, and I turned them back on. You know I thought you were gonna rob me, I thought you were taken money out of the till, I didn't think you were just being a lazy dick head that I'm payen to sit her and turn away paying customers!" she said almost losing her composure but quickly evening her temper. "Ned, your fired, get the hell out of here." she said pointing towards the door.

"But..." Ned went to say.

"GET OUT!" Harriet yelled at the man who scurried out the front door and out of sight.

Harriet took in a deep breath and exhaled it slowly before she turned to Molly with an apologetic look on her face.

"Sorry about that, you want a room?" she asked leaning against the desk.

"Yes please." Molly said taking the stack of cash out from her pocket and winching at the sudden realization of how stupid of an idea that was.

"Damn, you rob a bank?" Harriet said smiling.

"I wish." Molly said removing a single bill from the stack and quickly placing it back in her pocket.

Harriet took the bill walked around the counter grabbed a key, typed a few things into a computer and handed Molly the key and change for the hundred. Harriet then dropped in the seat and laid back grasping the bridge of her nose.

"Long day?" Molly asked lingering for a moment longer.

"Long year." Harriet said smiling at her own joke. "Every one around here's a fucken idiot, either can't or won't do a damn thing you hire em for, I swear the only people that do anything around her are me and my boss Seb. Even then he's getting too old to do much other than complain. Sorry for ranting." Harriet said looking up at the woman who was leaning on the counter looking down at her.

"No problem, I just quit a hell job so I can kinda relate." Molly said thinking a bit.

"Good for you, so now what? Travel the country?" Harriet said smiling thinking about doing the same.

"Yeah, for a while at least." Molly said.

"Sounds great. Christ I wish I could just up and quit, but Seb's been good to me. I'd never do anything to make that man's hair any whiter. Hell, sometimes I feel like it'd be easier to train a few smart animals to do this crap then hire people." she said and smiling at the thought.

"Oh I bet." Molly said hiding a wry smile. "Anyway thanks for the room." she said turning and walking away.

"Anytime." Harriet said leaning back in the chair wanting for just a few minutes of rest before she had to get back to managing a bunch of idiots.

Back at the car Molly walked up to the Spirit and explained the plan. He smiled liking the idea, a nice start to their journey of transformation across the land. Now all that was left was to decide what to turn them into. That came quickly enough, The Spirit wanted hooves, Molly agreed, Molly wanted more cattle, The Spirit disagreed, to do one species for to long spoiled it. Molly thought for a moment longer before suggesting horses. The Spirit smiled at that suggestion, that would do nicely.

Both of them grabbed their bags and walked over to there room. They noted the other occupied rooms deciding to leave those sleeping out of the fun. Harriet and her staff would be there focus for tonight. Molly put their suitcases up on the bed and took her own clothes off, she looked back to see the spirit simply snap his away.

She came close to him pressing her head up against his chest and smiled looking up at him.

"So which ones you want?" she asked already feeling the fur starting to sprout from her body.

"You take the staff, I'll make sure your Harriet is ready to receive them." the spirit said his transition into a hulking jet black stallion taking only seconds.

Molly took a step back feeling her body crackle and pop as joints shifted and bones realigned, fur growing over skin and her tail growing out. While it wasn't as fast as her master's she was still done in less than a minute. The plain looking woman now a stunning golden pomelo mare. Molly twirled around once smiling and letting the sensations of her changed body roll over her.

"So how do I look?" She said leaning into the Spirit again.

The Spirit ran a hand down her back gazing at her finely shaped body smiling.

"I might like you better as a cow, but you make an excellent horse." he said grinning softly.

"Same to you stud." Molly said cupping his balls and smiling back at him.

She leaned up and kissed her stud once on the lips before coming back down and walking towards the door.

"Call it what, twenty minutes?" she said standing in the doorway.

"Twenty minutes." The spirit said turning around and walking through the rear wall of the room.

She smiled at the wall, wondering when he would teach her that useful skill.

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The staff of the motel consisted of three men, all currently sitting in one of the hotel rooms smoking and drinking. Molly lingered outside a window, unheard and unseen. Watching the men and realizing Ned, the man who she had seen fired just a short while ago.

"She fired me. Right there on the spot." He said seemingly unaware of the fact that not doing your job was grounds for such an action.

"Talk to Seb man, you know he's got a soft spot for your ma, you'll be back this time tomorrow." Another man said, beer in hand.

"Ya, see if you can get him to call that bitch off me, I think she knows I'm stealing tp from the store room." another said.

"Your stealing tp from the store room?" the man with a beer said looking over to the other.

"Don't look at me like that Pete, I know you took some green out the till when we worked at the burger king." the man said crossing his arms.

Molly observed the petty arguments of the men grow more so, she noticed Ned get up and walk towards the door opening it and stepping out side leaning on the door and lighting up his own cigarette. Molly just watched the man for a short while getting a feel for his mind, looking deep and searching for things he hid even from himself.

She wasn't surprised to see a few things in there, questioning of his manhood, failure to please women, a longing desire to, cuddle. Molly blinked at that one, the man gruff in both demeanor and looks didn't immediately strike her as the type to be craving the touch of another, either platonic or intimate.

Either way it was something to use. As she followed the man back in still unseen she found the other two still going at it.

"Enough, can we please stop arguing over this shit." Ned said sitting down on the foot of a bed.

Molly took the lull to look into the other men, Pete was the most basic of the two with no real deep dark fantasies or anything, just a nice pill of malleable flesh that Molly could play with. The other one she now knew as Clarence was so in the closet and had a crush of all things on Pete. This trio was going to be fun, now she just had to figure out where to start. She looked between the three.

Eny.

Meeny.

Miny.

Moe.

She thought landing on Clarence.

"I gotta take a piss." Pete said standing and walking towards the bathroom.

"Not in here your not!" Clarence said angrily.

"Why the hell not?" Pete said turning around and looking at the man confused.

"I gotta clean that bathroom, and I ain't cleaning your piss." Clarence said glaring at the man.

Pete grunted and walked out of the room knowing that it was not worth arguing with the man about it any further.

Ned looked over at him questioningly.

"What? You know his aim sucks." Clarence said smiling and leaning back in the chair he sat in opposite Ned.

Ned looked over at Clarence and caught the man looking at him, not past him but at him.

"What? Do I got shit on my face or something?" Ned asked rubbing his face.

"No, no, I uh, I just feel a bit off." Clarence said rubbing his arm and feeling a bit hot.

"Hmm, getting sick, eat something maybe?" Ned asked yawning and lying down on the bed.

"I don't think so. Hey do you feel hot? I feel kinda hot." Clarence said gulping and looking at Ned laying on the bed.

"Turn the AC on man." Ned said resting on the bed and thinking about getting his job back.

He would go to Seb, plead the case of his mother, and get the job back, maybe even get the old man to chastise Harriet for causing his ma so much worry. Yeah he thought, seeing that self important uppity bitch getting told to take it easy, and to ease up on him brought a slight grin to his face.

Clarence on the other hand kept on rubbing his arm, and was fully relaxed in the chair now and breathing a bit heavier than was normal. He felt beads of sweat forming on his brow which he tried to rub away as fast as they formed. Clarence leaned his head back closing his eyes and took in a deep breath. He brought his head back down to see the room as it was, but something felt off about it. He rubbed his face of sweat yet again and looked around trying to figure out what he thought was wrong.

The lights were dim, but that was normal, the room did feel a bit hotter but that was probably just him, he still felt a bit weird but that had nothing to do with the room. Ned sat back up and looked at Clarence, he tilted his head to the side seeing the man.

"Hey you ok man?" Ned asked standing up and walking over to him.

Ned stopped just in front of the man and looked him over.

"Hey uh, Clarence were your arms always that, uh, hairy?" he asked looking at his arms.

"Wha..." he said looking down.

Clarence looked and saw his arms, covered in thick hair, as both men watched they saw it grow thicker with there own eyes. Clarence jumped up causing Ned to back up until he fell to the bed. Ned sat and watched as Clarence looked at his arm confused at first but then fearfully. The thickening hair turned from black to brown, and started to even out into a uniform covering, more like fur.

Clarence scratched at it watching as it spread down his arms towards his hand, he blinked seeing it spread out rapidly and cover his wrists then his palms and fingers. He felt a strange numbness start to affect his fingertips and watched with growing horror as his nails turned black and started to thicken covering his fingertips in black caps.

Clarence twisted and turned his arms looking at them wide eyed and afraid. As he watched he felt them change further. They were growing, gaining heft and muscle, tone and definition visible even under his new chestnut fur. He felt the cuffs of his t-shirt start to strain to hold his new arms, felt the fabric tearing as it was stretched. Then felt something else off with the rest of his body. He blinked and in a panic ripped his shirt off wanting to see if what he was feeling was really happening.

Both he and Ned looked at the mans now bare chest with confusion, it was swelling growing new muscle much like his now large and ripped arms. Clarence held a hand to one of his pecs feeling the growing muscle in his hand and the chestnut fur spreading over his skin. Ned could see the fur spreading up Clarence's neck but said nothing engrossed in the strange sight as he watched the man feel up his changing body.

Clarence took a hand and scratched at his neck now covered in fur. He was looking down at his chest watching the fur spread south and seeing his body grow more and more muscular by the second. He felt a pressure begin exerting itself on his face. It felt as if it was coming from the inside out, pushing his face forward and out. He grunted as he took both his hands and grabbed onto his face. He felt as it pushed out and fur surged forward covering it.

Ned looked on as he saw Clarence's hands push away from his face until he saw an equine muzzle peak out from between then. Clarence's eyes kept straight for a moment as he felt his new face with his changed hands. He dashed over to the mirror in the bathroom. Quickly Ned got off the bed and followed him purely out of curiosity.

He found him looking into the mirror touching his face and seemingly admiring himself. He had brown chestnut fur all up and down his face, save for a white diamond on the bridge of his much longer face. His hair was thicker now and he even had a main that ran down his back. Looking at his back Ned saw that it too was covered in fur, and was much more muscular. He noted that the fur line of his friend was now well below his pants, and looking there he began to wonder what effects it was having on his manhood.

Ned saw Clarence stand up straight, looking in the mirror he saw him with a look of discomfort on his face.

"Hmm, tight." Clarence said fidgeting with his pants.

Clarence undid his belt tossing it to the side, then went to work on his pants undoing them as Ned saw his waist beginning to swell his Friends body expanding and growing even more. He saw the horse man kicked off his shoes. He saw that Clarence almost had to peel the jeans off his body they were getting so tight. Finally he did so just in time for a pair of hooves to rip through his socks. The fur had yet to reach that far down his legs leaving the black hooves alone and alien looking on the man's shifting legs.

However neither man noticed the hooves, all Ned could think about for some reason was Clarence's dick, and all Clarence could think about was his dick. He looked at it, large and wide, thick and meaty, veiny and calling to him. He licked his lips reaching down to touch it. The fur finally finished covering his legs, more muscles grew in on them as he felt another shift in his body.

Ned saw as his friend grew large in height quickly gaining about six inches and then a foot until he stood near seven foot. Clarence leaned on the sink in the bathroom rubbing his cock with one hand and gripping the sink with the other. Ned could see his face in the mirror, equine it might have been it still conveyed the pleasure he must have been feeling. He saw the horse lick its lips clearly thinking about using its cock. Then he saw Clarence open his eyes and looked at him in the mirror.

Ned blinked, Clarence just looked at him ,still stroking his cock. Ned for the first time since his friend had change felt the need to leave, and to leave now. He backed up slowly not breaking eye contact with the horse still stroking his dick just in front of him. Ned kept walking back until he hit the bed and fell onto it. He lingered there for a moment watching as Clarence turned to face him, his foot and a half long monster hard and erect. Ned looked up and saw Clarence looking at him hungrily.

Ned felt real urgency now to get gone. The hulking horse man walked towards him taking his time as Ned rolled off the bed and bolted for the door. He tried to turn the knob and heard the latch click but found the door not moving. He banged against it with his shoulder trying to move it with force but found it still not budging. He pushed on it with all his strength, putting his back into it and trying to move it as he pushed with his legs.

It still fail to move, and then he saw the lumbering figure of Clarence looming over him. The horse wrapped his arms around his back and then pulled Ned into his chest.

For a moment Ned was unsure of what was happening, for a moment he thought he was just going to get dicked by the stallion but instead he felt the horse that his coworker had turned into rubbing the back of his head. Ned just remained still for a time letting the sensation of the strong stallion rubbing his hair run down into his mind. It was pleasant. He thought closing his eyes and rubbing his head into the studs chest. The feeling of his face against the horse's fur was just as nice as feeling the horses thick fingers run through his hair.

Ned leaned into the stallion rubbing his whole body against him. Feeling each individual length of fur rub on his exposed skin and taking in the feeling. He opened his eyes, feeling something off and noticed that he was naked and felt a moment of panic. Almost as quickly it melted away as he kept rubbing his exposed chest on the stallions fur.

Ned wrapped his arms around the stallion feeling his dense fur rubbing on his arms, and his chest and everywhere else his body could make contact with it. He felt the stallion take one of his arms and pull him in closer. The stud still rubbed Ned's head as he continued to nestle his head into the fur on the stud's chest.

All the while Ned fail to notice his own changes. His own fur, a smoky grey coloration began to take route on the places were his skin touched the stallions fur. His fingers grew their own thick caps, his feet fused and ankles lengthened forming his own hooves. His tail descended from the base of his spine and swished back and forth in delight. His body grew larger and larger, more height, more girth, more muscle. He felt his head rising from the chest of the stallion. Higher to the pecs, then to the shoulders, and then finally Ned found the waiting gaze of a chestnut stud looking him in the face.

Ned blinked finally taking note of his larger equine form, his skin covered in grey fur, his feet now hooves, his fingertips covered in thick black caps. However he took the most notice of what he felt most of all, needy. He looked across at the stud, he smiled back at the horse with the smile one gives the object there desire. Ned wanted to say no, wanted to push away right there, but at the same time the touch of the stallion felt so good, it felt so good the feel his fur rubbing against his own grey coat.

Ned took his hands and pulled the stallion into him kissing the chestnut stud on the lips as his face started to push out. Ned felt the pressure in his skull giving way, like something was breaking free as his skin stretched and bones reshaped. It was good, pure and undiluted satisfaction as he felt the chestnut studs tongue dance in his reforming mouth.

It became too much to kiss while his muzzle formed. Ned broke from the other stallion and craned his head upward the rest of his muzzle pushing out as the grey fur covered the last remnant of his skin. Ned looked back down at the stud as a stud himself, and found an even more wanting gaze looking back at him. Both studs of equal build, and strength, and lustful wanted each other. They looked at one another for a moment sizing each other up, drinking in the visage of each other and becoming drunk on the sight of each others bodies.

Ned still clung to a bit of his hesitation to continue, but failed to act on any of it as Clarence came in and embraced him again. It lasted only seconds this time though. Clarence backed away presenting his cock to the stud, running his fingers along its shaft and smiling at the grey stallion. Ned leaned hard against the door unsure of how to properly process all the new feelings his mind was receiving.

He had never felt attracted to a man before, never thought what it would feel like to let one touch him, to let one use him, to let one fuck him. He brought a hand up and rubbed his neck looking at the cock and then felt his own act. Ned glanced down to see his own cock, hard and wanting for attention as he thought about letting the stud across the room use him in ways he only ever thought of using a woman.

Clarence came in close to the confused stallion and kissed him again slowly sliding down the grey stud's chest until his face was buried in Ned's crotch. Ned wanted to say no, wanted to push the stallion away and leave, wanted so many things and then he felt it. Clarence ran his tongue up his shaft, from base to tip and Ned melted in his arms. He tensed and whinnied hard and orgasmed then and there as the surprised Clarence blinked once feeling warm goo rain down on him.

Ned pushed back against the door breathing hard as his cock dumped load after load into the air and onto Clarence and himself. Ned remained braced against the door as his climax faded, he looked down to see Clarence smiling, his face had cum all over it, the sight of which was for some reason distantly appealing to Ned. Ned felt Clarence bury his face into his crotch and sniff, that was enough for some reason to keep Ned hard. Ned again felt Clarence lick his shaft, it twitched this time but Ned didn't feel as though his cork was about to pop again.

Instead Ned felt at ease as he felt Clarence pleasure him, he felt the stallion's tongue wriggling and writhing on his shaft as he slowly went up the organ from base to tip. Licking and sucking until he came to the tip. There Clarence licked it once tasting the stud's pre and causing a powerful shudder to run up Ned's body. Then he felt Clarence take him. The chestnut stallion took in all of Ned's length seemingly in an instant. It was almost too much for Ned, but he held back.

Ned felt the stallion deep throating him taking in his length, again and again as he pulled back and then went forth over and over. Ned could barely keep his mind straight, and felt the corners of his perception dulling. The chestnut stud kept going as it became harder and harder to think about anything other then the stud sucking him off right then and there. Ned took short shallow breaths letting each new wave wash over him as he relented to the pulsing pleasure that was running through his body.

He finally relaxed completely letting his body slump just a little bit, the only sources of tension coming from the waves of pleasure that surged upward and not from his dwindling inclinations to resist the urges. Then all at once he felt his body tense in one quick and powerful motion. He cocked his head and whinnied as he felt his body release again, Clarence received the brunt of the cumshot taking it all and greedily swallowing as much as his throat would allow the passage of.

Ned felt as if his stream was never ending. The continued sucking of Clarence pulled more and more out him seemingly extending his orgasum by minutes that felt as if they stretched into hours. After only a few seconds of real time both stallions stopped, Ned took in deep and long breaths, Clarence pulled himself off of Ned's dick a drop of cum still running down his mouth as he leaned into the other stallions face smiling.

"Bed." Clarence said more then asked.

Ned felt spent and distantly liked the idea of being used now that he was tired, it would only let him feel the sensations of his new body all the more clearly.

---

Molly leaned against the door from the outside listening intently. The two stud's inside had gotten to fucking properly. She smiled feeling the warm sexual energy radiating off the two and hearing all the noise both made as they fucked. She heard footsteps and looked over to the side and saw Pete still drinking a beer and now much more drunkenly in his demeanor. Molly was still in the form of a stunning pomelo mare and decided that in the interest of time it would be better to brute force Pete's transformation, not that she was going to rob the man of any such pleasure his two friends had gotten. Pete came right up to Molly seemingly not seeing the horse until he all but bumped into her.

"You're a horse." He said bluntly scratching at the stubble on his face.

"And you're drunk." Molly said looking over at him smiling.

"I suppose I am, uh, ma'am." Pete said looking the naked horse lady up and down.

Molly smiled at him some more and waited for him to make a move.

"You're in my way horse lady." Pete said taking another sip of his beer.

Molly sighed and shook her head. He was too drunk for his own good, time to get to work.

"Am I pretty?" Molly asked looking back at the man.

"Pretty?" he said back confused, "I guess." The man said looking the finely shaped horse over again.

Sure she was a horse but he'd never seen a horse with tits and an ass like that before.

"So how would you describe me hmm." Molly asked bunching her tits up between her arms.

Pete thought it about before answering suddenly feeling a bit hot, and a bit turned on. Fur or not she was hot.

"A pretty horse." Pete said now remembering the equine in front of him was naked. "A naked, pretty, horse." he followed up a bit more slurred.

"A sexy naked pretty horse?" Molly asked standing up straight and facing the man whose gaze almost immediately fell to her pussy.

"Yup." he said smacking his lips and unashamedly gazing at Molly's snatch.

Molly put both her hands on her hips and smiled at the man striking a pose that made his eyes open just a bit wider and mouth drool a bit.

"Wanna fuck?" Molly asked bluntly.

"Uh your a horse though." Pete said still ogling the mares body.

"So?" Molly asked snapping her fingers and watching with delight as the man's clothing fell from his body as it disintegrated.

"How drunk am I?" Pete asked looking at his now naked body with more confusion then fear.

"Enough to fuck a horse maybe?" Molly said leaning down to the man's eye level and squeezing her tits together with her upper arms.

Pete smacked his lips and looked at the golden mare in front of him lustfully.

"Maybe." Pete said smiling as he took one of his hands and rubbed her fur.

"Good, now get on your knees." Molly said in a soft and sweet voice that carried a bit of force.

Pete drunkenly shrugged and got down on his knees looking at the mare's pussy knowing exactly what she wanted. He ran his hands around to her rear grabbed both her firm supple ass checks and pulled himself into her pussy. Molly smiled and bit her lip a bit pleased that the man at least could read a room.

She took one of her own hands and pushed down on the man's head. Pushing him just a bit more into her snatch. Molly felt him gripping the fur covering her ass cheeks, his grasp shifting slightly as he felt it in his hands. Molly closed her eyes imagining and knowing what the man would look like as a horse. She smiled as she thought and the man's body took note.

First was his head. His face began to lengthen, his hair started to change in color shifting from a black to a dark brown. His ears started to shift upward, and fur began to grow down from his hair. In moments the man's face was covered in a rich brown fur. His muzzle grew longer as did his tongue which Molly winced at slightly feeling the soon to be studs growing reach and increased dexterity with the appendage first hand.

She gripped his hair feeling its thicker and fuller composition as it started to grow down his back into a proper mane. His rich brown fur spread further down his neck which thickened and grew. Molly pictured the man's shoulders broadening, more muscle around the base of neck and on his upper arms. Molly moaned a bit and took her other hand and placed on the back of her forming studs head pushing him further into her.

She pictured his fur, rich and brown growing over his muscular arms. She thought about how his fur would look on the two muscle bound arms he would have. She felt his grip on her rear tighten. She felt his finger's being to stiffen his tip hardening into black caps and digging into her a bit more.

She pictured his back and chest, the fur spreading downward and over the skin. His new muscle rippling over his plain body making it more appealing, more interesting, more to her own liking. His pecs, his abs, all his other muscles all beefy and swollen with size and power.

Molly let out a low moan again feeling her stud going at it even harder now. Molly smiled as she moaned knowing that the man was feeling all his new found power coursing through his body.

Molly moved her visualization further down, licking her lips as she next thought about the man's crotch, picturing the small human genitalia stiffening. The color of its skin darkening, its length growing slowly at first but more quickly as the skin darkened further. She pictured it's tip flaring and blunting losing its human shape and taking on more equine sensibilities. Molly found herself thinking about it, more and more wanting it larger, and larger, wider and wider, girthier and girthier. A mediocre 6 inches, an acceptable 8 inches, a worthy 12 inches, a superhuman 18 inches, Molly trembled, thinking and picturing his 24 inches of cock sliding into her, thrusting and stretching her body.

He would need legs for such an organ, thick and muscular, bursting with power that would allow him to thrust deep and hard, over and over, repeatedly until any mare he found would be satisfied. Each leg covered in the same rich brown fur, each one thick and meaty, each one a piston. Both tipped in a black hoof.

Molly took a deep breath shoving the stallions muzzle deep into her snatch. She clenched her thighs on his snout trapping him their as Molly climaxed. She screamed loudly, letting out a whinny as she felt her stud's tongue still wriggling inside of her. She exhaled, letting the full extent of her climax washed over her as she relaxed releasing him.

She still hadn't opened her eyes only going off of feeling. She felt him pull away from her, his tongue exiting her slit, his hands releasing her ass. She finally took the opportunity to look Pete, she watched him stand admiring her work on the freshly, and finely crafted stallion.

Molly grasped her chin biting her finger as she immediately looked at his two footer. She looked at his legs, powerful and muscular, his chest rippling with muscle, his arms bulging with power. His face, stoic, chiseled, masculine and still clearly drunk.

Molly still very much infatuated with the idea of letting the stud she had created plow her right then and there focused, there would be time for that soon enough.

"I'm taller." he said looking down at himself.

He grasped his chest feeling his new pecs, he lifted one of his legs and planted it back down hearing the clop of his hoof and feeling weird. He then noted his manhood, improved and hanging there he grasped it feeling his own two feet and swallowed still drunkenly processing what had happened to him.

"Uhhhhhh...." he said smacking his lips and swallowing again lazily feeling himself up.

He turned around and noticed his tail swishing in the breeze and cocked his head at it.

"I have a tail." he said grabbing it and feeling it.

"Yes you do." Molly said walking up to him and running her arms around him.

Pete looked down at the mare and almost immediately felt the blood surging towards his cock. Molly looked down at it watching as the stallions length grew to its full potential. Molly took a deep breath closing her eyes and then exhaled looking up at the needy stud.

"I appreciate the thought stud, but I need you to save that thought for just a little while." she said taking her hand and holding his cheek. "Now you stay right here, I gotta go get your friends."

Molly walked over to the door to the room, she could feel the stallions eye following her rear. She opened the door and found the other two stallions, Ned and Clarence interlocked kissing and fucking and feeling each other on the bed.

Molly whistled, "Oh boys, I need you to follow me." she said leaning in the doorway.

Both looked over to her with needy eyes and then back to each other.

"But uh, you two finish up first." she said pointing at the two and walking back out the room as she heard the two studs go back to fucking each other senselessly.

Molly again found the large and hung stud looking at her, his cock hard, his gaze needy, his scent delectable. Molly licked her lips thinking about their timetable.

"Alright, make it quick big guy." she said turning around and leaning against the wall presenting herself.

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The Spirit found Harriet still in her chair feet up and resting on the desk. She was just looking up at the ceiling eyes open not paying much mind to anything outside of her own train of thought. The Spirit took a peek under the hood, looking into her mind seeing all that was their. It was basic things, insecurities, frustrations, a general disdain for those around her, and a lingering hatred for her one time boyfriend who had gone and run off to parts unknown. That had left her with a bit of a bad taste in her mouth, dating wise.

She really hadn't been intimate with another person since. There was however a bit more to the baggage than that the Spirit saw a slight grin on his face emerging. There was a bit of a domineering spirit in her he saw. A part of her that liked it when the men in her life were under her power, when she called the shots. His smiled deepened as he watched her close her eye and noted the formation of a similar slight grin on her face as her mind shifted back to her firing Ned. He felt her satisfaction as she savored the feeling of firing the man, of exercising her limited but real power over him.

So that was the ticket, he thought. A few mental notes, a selection of bread, and that was that, one sexy mare coming right up.

Harriet opened her eyes still looking up at the ceiling and then sat up a bit her legs still up on the desk. For a brief moment it had felt some was in the room. But looking around she could tell it was just nerves, maybe guilt. Ned had and would probably continue to be a screw up at whatever place would hire him. That much she knew. However there was the duality of her feelings about the thing, she had enjoyed it maybe just a bit too much, the look of shock, the feeling of blind siding someone with shit rather then being blindsided with it herself. There was a satisfaction in being in control of someone else that resonated deeply in her mind.

At the same time however she felt bad about firing the man, he was a fuck up to be sure but firing some one was not something she should feel this good about, or if not good then so satisfied about. She would need to find a replacement, train them, then hope to god they weren't a fuck up as well. But that was an issue for tomorrow, well later today she thought remembering what time it was.

With that she stood up taking her feet off the desk and standing up and stretching. For the time being she would need to make up for Ned's dismissal. She sighed at the realization that meant more work for her, asking more of the other two would be fruitless she knew from prior experience. She looked back over to the cheap coffee maker and figured it was about as good a time as any for a little pick me up.

Pouring the coffee, she looked up at the wall and saw the same calendar, in the same place for umpteenth time so far in her life, yet something about it drew her a bit more than normal this time. It was the picture, a landscape, a mountain far off in the distance, a field below it, a herd of horses grazing. One much more detailed than the rest, a glistening jet black example of equine majesty. Harriet took a sip of her coffee as her gaze lingered in the horse in the picture.

She looked at it, parsing out more details as her gaze lingered. All the other horses of varying patterning all seemed to look at this one example in the foreground, all their eyes looking towards her. Again she looked closer seeing that all the other equines in the picture were sporting their own fully erect horse cock, save for the one in the foreground. In fact, she noticed the mare's backside was exposed to that herd of horny stud she thought smiling. Teasing the herd she thought again sipping her coffee. Making them want for her, using them, making them work for it. She thought smiling as she sipped her coffee.

She didn't know what to call an alpha horse, did horses have a pecking order, if they did, even if they didn't, she would be the queen of it. The one that stallions wanted, that the other mare's wanted to be. Hers would be the pussy that the males would do anything to even have the privilege to gaze upon.

She blushed as the thought ran its course, but as it settled back into her mind she lingered on it distantly, letting it simmer. The idea of having a bunch of men, a bunch of stallions at her beck and call was not just a distantly appealing idea, but rather one that she felt a growing appreciation for. She set her cup down and stretched again thinking about all the different ways she could use her own personal herd of big burly men, mostly just to help out around this place she thought, and of course to use as she saw fit.

A few big fat horse cocks to fill her up. She smiled at the thought, her a moderately sized girl, taking in all those big, girthy, cocks. But why did she have to be her she thought looking back over to the calendar, why couldn't she be like that mare. A big strong woman, a horse. With curves, and an ass and muscles, and long flowing black hair, a wet dripping snatch that could swallow anything her herd had. She again blushed at the thought feeling her own body starting to get a bit hot.

She sat back down in the chair leaning back and putting her feet back up. She would have black fur, glistening and jet black, just like that mare on the calendar. She leaned back as far as the chair would let her closing her eyes and setting the scene for herself. She bit her lip and opened one eye looking out at the lot, was this a good idea. It was almost 1:30 AM what were the odds that somebody would walk in and find her masturbating, slim, pretty low.

She would hear anyone coming she thought pushing her concerns away and dragging back her fantasy. It was the picture, there in the field the mountain distant, the herd looking at her wantingly. She looked at her body, covered in fur, hooves on her feet, pussy wet, a stallion close to her. She slipped a hand into her pants and then slid a few fingers into her snatch. Her tail swished, her pussy dripped, but no he was not yet worthy to have his release. No he needed to prove himself to her, needed to pleasure her long before he would ever partake of her.

She motioned down and the large powerful horse got on his knees, subservient to the black furred mare she imagined herself to be. He gripped her rear, she could feel it his fingers digging into her fur, his tongue running across her pussy. The big and strong stallions all hers, all watching all waiting for their turn to have a chance at pleasuring there queen.

She whinnied as she felt her body tense and then release, her climax while achieved in short order was nothing short of mind blowing. She relaxed, and took in deep breath after deep breath, then she thought about that sound she had made. Did she just whinny? She wondered, like a horse. She wasn't even sure people could make that sound, and yet. She took in another deep breath, her hand still in her pants, she smiled at that keeping it there as she leaned back again and closed her eyes lazily fiddling with her sex.

That felt good, she thought, but its was not a great idea to lay around in the office fingering herself all night. She opened her eyes up and stood back up feeling refreshed. She thought it was simply the coffee doing its job but their was more to it than that. Something felt different, she looked around the room feeling that something was off.

She tugged at the collar of her shirt feeling a bit hot, and thought that it felt a bit tighter than normal. In fact, looking down at her waist she thought her pants were a bit snug as well. She tried to slide her hand back into her waist but found it to be almost impossible, despite her having done the same thing not a few moments ago. She let out a long breath suddenly feeling a warm and tingly sensation all over.

It was pleasant, in a dull way all over. She took in a deep breath and felt the fabric of her shirt stretching just from her inhaling. She was getting bigger by the moment. Exhaling did nothing to alleviate the swelling, as her body simply grew more as she did. She suddenly felt trapped, constricted by her clothing. The fabric started to cut into her skin a bit and she felt a sharp pain eat through the warm tingling that she felt all over.

She pulled her belt off and slid her pants down quickly feeling near instant relief as she kicked off her shoes and slid her pants off. She sat back down as she did so pulling her shirt off and leaving her with nothing but her bra and panties. The two remaining articles of clothing were not helping much either as she saw her body swelling. She noted the changes, muscles, curves, heft, and looking at them closely she thought them to occupy all the right places on her body. She felt her tits screaming to be free, and so she did unhooking her bra and letting the two fleshy orbs dangle in the air.

She let out and audible sigh of relief feeling the cool air of the room on the sensitive flesh of her tits. They had grown at least two sizes in as many minutes, and were easily that much more sensitive as well. She touched one of her nipples feeling immediate and pleasurable feedback. She cringed however feeling her hips and ass growing in size as her panties were stretched to and beyond their limits. A tearing sound and a sudden feeling of relief signaled their failure to her and she sat in the chair now naked and feeling warm, as the changes continued to cause her body to grow.

She wasn't really sure what to do, and lacking a better option decided to just wait and see what would happen, she didn't feel bad, if anything now that her clothes were off she felt better. The air on her skin, the warm tingling all over her body, it felt pleasant. She held a hand to the back of her neck and one arm on her growing thigh as she looked at her body, expanding, gaining height, mussels, curves. All things that she had felt herself to be lacking.

She reached one of her hands around to her rear to scratch at something and felt something there. A nub at the base of her spine. She remained calm feeling as the nub grew, extending as she felt her changes starting to subside, she felt something on it something start to grow from it. Hair, or something similar feel down from the still expanding fleshy nub until it was covered by it. She felt it swishing, she felt herself swishing it. She jumped up and turned around looking at her rear and seeing a tail in her grasp attached to her rear. She pulled on it giving it a good tug and yelping as the pain shot up her spine.

She had a tail, a tail covered in glistening black fur. She blinked once looking at it and lunged at the desk grabbing the phone and picking it up, she went to dial and got to the second one when she thought about what she would say.

"I GREW A TAIL SEND AND AMBULANCE"

She blinked once and clicked the receiver down. She stood there thinking for a second and felt her tail swishing as she did, the feeling was weird but nice in a way. She reached her hand around again and scratched at the point were her tail met her spine and cocked her head back, that feeling was amazing like scratching an itch she never knew she had.

However the revelation was short lived. As she brought her head back down she saw more changes. Black fur was spreading up her back. Looking at it she noticed as it spread over her hips. She watched the fur covering her skin and shapely form. It was weird watching her pail skin grow darker, and glisten as the fur grew up and covered it. She ran her hand across her now fur covered ass cheek and found the feeling deeply pleasing. She took in a deep breath and closed her eyes, rubbing her firm ass as the fur spread over it and over her...

She open her eyes as it covered her sex. She felt change their as well. She turned around and planted her rear on the desk looking at her sex, she saw the lips and her labia had turned black, and she was wet, very wet. She noted biting her lip and feeling a heat rolling over herself. The warmth she felt was starting to turn into a heat. Her hips and ass were now covered by the fur, which spread up and down her body now.

She picked up a leg and watched as it spread down the toned and longer appendage. Watching as the fur granted them a sheen that she found deeply pleasing to gaze at. They glistened as the light refracted off of them. The fur not hiding her toned muscles, but adding to them giving even greater contrast to her form. She lowered her leg and looked to her chest, seeing the fur adding a similar effect there as well. She rubbed her belly feeling the fur there and bit her lip closing her eyes and letting the feeling play out in her mind.

As she did she felt a numbness briefly in her feet, and blinked her eyes open, looking down to see her legs now fully covered in her lustrous black fur and with hooves. Surprisingly that was when it clicked for her she looked at the hooves, felt her tail swish, her pussy cry for attention and the fur spread, she was turning into a horse.

The revelation was surprisingly underwhelming to her. She rubbed the back of her neck, and put her other hand on the desk watching the fur spread up her belly and liking it. She didn't feel that different, well she did but she didn't. Watching the fur spread and up her body, she thought of what she would look like once she was finished. Probably like the mare she thought herself to be earlier she thought.

A sexy, powerful mare, with a herd of stallions all wanting for her. That caused her to shudder a bit, maybe she could find a stallion to please her. She had seen all those news stories about people turning into animal people, how that was happening to her was irrelevant for now at least. All she could think about was finding a stallion to call her own. She licked her lips thinking about all the things she could do with a hulking man, all the holes he could fill for her, all the things he could do.

She leaned back on the desk moving the hand from the back of her head to her thigh. She took a deep breath thinking more about the stallions she could have with her new body. They would do anything to be with her she thought, anything. She slid her fingers into her snatch thinking that, and the thought became fact. She was a queen, to be worshiped, her body was her kingdom and all those that wished to enter it would serve her. All the thick meaty studs she could ever want, all lining up to serve her, to do her bidding all in the name of having the chance to taste her body.

Those she deemed unworthy cast to the side lines, left to dawdle with their dicks in hand as she allowed only her most loyal followers to pleasure her, and her favorites to take her. Those that where allowed that would have her body as they saw fit riding her with reckless abandon like the animals they were taking their queen, serving and servicing her with their hulking masculine bodies in the way only such large masculine animals could.

She tensed again climaxing. Her thighs clenched trapping her hand in her own snatch as she pictured stallion after stallion coming to her, serving her and then riding her, her loyal stable. After she had whinnied and relax she looked at her body, now covered in fur, her tits glistened and her arms were covered in fur her fingertips covered in thick black caps.

She ran a hand through her hair feeling it thickening and ran it further down her neck feeling her main growing in. She raised her head as her neck grew longer and the black fur spread upward surging across her face. She felt a pressure and smiled feeling the warmth and heat building inside her as she felt her face push out. Her muzzle grew, bones cracking and skin stretching as it changed to fur. She felt herself smiling as her powerful form was completed. She blinked and looked down, feeling sexier than ever. She stood up and looked her black furred body over, wanting desperately to find a mirror to observe herself in her full glory.

"You hoo, sexy." A female voice called, Harriet turned rapidly feeling a chill run down her spine that somebody had seen her.

Turning she found another mare, a naked golden and white furred creature leaned in the doorway smiling at her, looking at her, ogling her, Harriet noted blushing under her fur. The other mare seemingly took note and moved out of the door.

"Boys come meet your new queen." she said as three hulking example of equine masculinity entered the room. A dark brown stud, a grey stallion, chestnut colored stud.

Harriet held a hand to her face looking at each of the stallions equipment, each had at least a foot of length, the dark brown one had at least two and drew in the black mare's gaze.

"Don't be shy sexy, their your subjects, ask and they do." The other mare said leaning against the wall looking intently at the black mare.

Harriet flinched unsure of what to do, part of her deeply wanted to order the trio of studs to fuck her senselessly, and a part of her....

"Fine, you three go service your queen." The golden mare said narrowing her gaze and smiling as she looked towards the black mare.

The three horses all moved in unison, the grey one coming around the back of the desk, the other two coming up to it. Harriet shrunk away from the grey stud, backing up until she bumped into the desk. She turned and looked down at it and then up at the other two stallions standing behind her. She turned around to see the grey horse get on it's knees and come close to her crotch. Harriet sat on the desk letting the grey stud come in close to her sex. She felt his warm breath on it, then his tongue, so delightfully dexterous.

She bit her lip, thinking about her fantasies, thinking about how they had played out in her head, thinking about how they had felt so good in the moment but lacked anything real, simply hollow imagination. This however was real, tangible, and fucking mind blowing. She gripped the grey stallions head and pushed him into her snatch, she felt his tongue go deeper, move faster. She moaned with delight, the moan turning into a kind of whinny as she exhaled out with pleasure.

She leaned back until she laid down completely on the desk, the grey stallion adjusting his position so as not to detract from her experience. Harriet looked at the other two, the brown one with the white diamond on his nose watched not only her but the grey and darker brown stallion. The dark brown one however watched her very intently. Harriet smiled at them and wondered if they really would do anything she asked.

"You there, ho..." she went to say but quivered as the grey stud seemingly doubled down in his efforts.

Harriet took a moment to refocus as she winced and pointed at the darker brown one, "You, kiss your friend their, with passion." she said leaning back and opening her eyes.

She watched as the dark brown stud walked up the other and using one hand to grasp the horses cheek and planting the other on his shoulder. He drew in the lighter brown stallion and kissed him, embracing the stud deeply, and as requested with passion. Harriet saw both of them kissing and licked her lips smiling as she thought about the darker brown studs manhood.

"Alright," she paused, taking a moment to breath as the grey stud again pushed her close to her limit. "Dark brown, you come over here, nice and close. Your, queen wishes to inspect you." she smiled as she referred to herself as their queen.

The dark brown stallion complied presenting himself to his queen, leaving the light brown stallion with a look of mild disappointment on his face. Harriet turned to face the stallions cock, just beside her face, she bit her lip looking at it. She smelt him now as well, probably all the stallions, their scent was deep, rich and earthy. She wanted it, wanted it in her now, right this very second, and why couldn't she, she was their queen after all. She sat up and looked down at grey.

"Grey, stop that." She said causing the horse to look up at his queen.

"Have I done something wrong?" he asked looking at her.

Harriet smiled at the subservience. feeling the same way she had when she fired Ned, only a thousand times better.

"No, you have pleased me, I just require other services at the moment." she said looking up to the other stallion still beside her.

"Is there anything else I may do for you?" grey asked.

Harriet thought about that for a moment, and looked over to the other light brown horse in the room.

"Go use that exquisite mouth of yours to service him like you would me, if you could." she said smiling as she tracked the grey studs movements right to the other stallion.

It was good to have power she thought turning to look at her stallion. She turned around on the desk, let her front face the stud now. She leaned back on the desk and spread her legs.

"Your queen asks that you fuck her, until such a time as I command you to stop." Harriet said smiling as she watched the stud grasp his hardening dick.

"Yes my queen." he said licking his lips looking at her wet pussy.

Harriet had never felt such attraction to anyone, never felt such pure enjoyment then she did right now. She looked down biting her lip as the stallion slid his length into her. She wrapped her legs around him and leaned forward placing her hands on his shoulders. Even this was a lot, she felt tense, she felt bliss, she felt a thousand things with two feet of dick in her. Then he moved.

He gripped her rear with his strong hand thick and meaty, pulling her down just a bit more, she rocked her head back neighing loudly as he pulled her back up, and then down. He thrust into her, fast and with passion, retracting and inserting with a breakneck pace that her mind could barely process. He moved over the desk as he thrust again and again over and resting her back on it.

Harriet clung to her stallion. Her face awash with gleeful pleasure as he thrust into her again and again pushing her closer to her climax. It was everything she had pictured, only more. The feeling of being fuck like this, with voracity and force only an animal could offer. It was so much, to much for her to put to words, to express even to herself, there was only the feeling, and it felt so fucking nice.

Then there was the coup de grace, her stallion thrusting deeply into her deeper with more force than the other times. She could feel it was different this time. Felt his body trembling felt his cock massive and hard inside her trembling, she felt his body tense. She felt her own body tense and everything seemed to slow for a moment. The sensations still moving at a lightning pace, the motions of their bodies seemingly suspended in time as everything seemingly moved frame by frame from in her mind.

Climax came for both of them. She felt her body tense, felt a sudden warmness in her sex filling her. Her stallions seed spurting from his cock into her womb filling her, and then spilling back out as he dumped more and more into her. Both horses whinnied loudly as they clenched each other and then felt their bodies relax, the stallion resting his weight on the mare, who was more than able to take it. Both laid there for a minute letting the afterglow of the moment take effect.

However the peaceful bliss of the moment was disrupted when a voice called out as the sound of a hand clap rang out.

"Excellent show, I'm gonna leave you four to it, oh and Harriet remember, anything you ask." the golden mare said walking out and leaving the four horse's in the office alone.

Harriet blinked and then looked back up at the stallion smiling in the way only someone with power over another could.

"I believe I told you to fuck me senseless until I told you otherwise stud, did I say otherwise?" she asked gripping his shoulder's tightly as she spoke.

"No my queen." he said fervently.

"Then, if you wouldn't mind, let us continue."

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Harriet awoke the next morning rubbing her head wondering why she felt great, but also sore. She looked to her left and saw a dark brown stallion laying underneath a lighter brown one with a white diamond on its nose. To her right was a grey stallion laying on his side, all which were still asleep. She looked down at herself and saw she was still a horse, the previous night coming back all too quickly.

"Ah, your up." A voice said from not too far away.

She looked over and saw the other mare from that night sitting at the desk and sipping on a cup of coffee.

"Come on I poured you one too, two cream no sugar right?" she said.

Harriet scratched the side of her head and stood walking over to the other mare and taking a seat, she reached over to take her cup and sipped on it trying to process the last night.

"So how do you feel?" the other mare asked leaning a bit closer.

"Um, kinda nice actually." Harriet said looking at the pile of stallions on the floor.

"Great, now as for those three, you know them, the one with the white diamond is Clarence, the one with the two footer is Pete, and the grey one is Ned's, I know you fired him but trust me when I say he is more then willing to atone. I'm Molly by the way." Molly said leaning back in the chair and sipping on her coffee.

"Wait, did you do this to me, to them?" Harriet asked putting two and two together.

"Me and my partner, he's packing up though. Also before you ask no those three are still themselves, despite what you saw last night. However, they should be a bit more willing to listen to you now, and maybe a bit more diligent in their duties. But should you ever want to turn them back into your own personal fuck boys then just say horse cock to them. The trance should last about a day." Molly said finishing off her coffee.

Harriet looked at her then back over at the pile of men on the floor. The black furred horse seemed perfectly ok with the arrangement until she looked at her own body again. Molly felt a bit of hesitation in her.

"Any questions before I go?"Molly asked leaning closer to the black mare again.

"Um..." she asked gripping her mug. "Am I stuck like this?" Harriet asked bluntly.

"Depends, being stuck would imply you don't like this, do you not like this?" Molly asked leaning back and smiling as she watched the mare answer the question in her own mind.

"I guess I do." Harriet said rubbing the back of her head.

"Good, enjoy that new body, and theirs too, FYI we cleaned up the mess they made in room 13 but uh, you might wanna get that steam cleaned or something. You know just to be safe." Molly said smiling as she stood up and went towards the door.

Harriet sipped her coffee feeling if nothing else content with that fact that she was a sexy horse, and looking over to the three stallions laying on the floor she felt a bit powerful knowing she could at any moment bend those three to her will.

"Oh yeah one last thing." Molly said coming back over the desk.

Harriet turned and watched the mare place a piece of paper on her desk, there was a phone number on it.

"Call that number in about four hours." she said turning and walking back towards the door.

"Who is it?" Harriet asked looking quizzically at the golden mare.

Molly turned in the doorway and smiled, "The FBI, I'm a fugitive, figured you'd better report me." she said ducking out of the door.

Harriet sat their sipping at her coffee, processing that last bit when she heard the door open again. In walked an older couple who immediately saw the naked black furred mare and stopped staring at her. Harriet felt a bit embarrassed, a bit shamed, but also a bit of confidence. She was queen among horses, she thought, she didn't have to care about others judgments, however getting some clothing was probably a good idea. She downed the last of her coffee, and stood up exposing her sex. She looked down at her exposed body and froze for a moment. However she recovered quickly looking back up at the two and smiling pleasantly.

"Would you like a room?"