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Natalie was obviously a little confused, but her curiosity was certainly now the driving force as she helped tidy up some of the items strewn around the room in the panic of it all, while Olivia sat on the edge of the bed and watched. They had made a little small talk initially while she helped her friend up off the floor, but neither of them acknowledged the donkey in the room, so to speak. A few minutes went by where they spoke about the club, their outfits and the earlier night, before it was almost like Natalie couldn't hold it in anymore, and blurted out the obvious - Olivia was, in fact, sitting on the bed completely naked. They both laughed. At least they were talking about it, right? From there, things felt easier. Less restrained, she mused. The ice had been broken, at least.

What Natalie didn't mention was that there was something about her friend that was just simply delicious. Enticing. Entrancing. She did her best not to stare, but this change made her want to explore her body even more. When she came out of the shower, she was filled with this strange sense of anticipation. Her nipples hardened, and not just because of the cold air. Now that she was here in the room with Olivia, god, her head felt like she was swimming underwater. There was a certain musky smell her friend exuded that was, quite simply, the best thing she had ever encountered. She just simply wanted to get as close to her friend as possible and... Natalie chided herself internally. Tonight was strange enough without your potential fuck buddy wanting to sniff and rub themselves on you before jumping your bones, right?

What neither of them seemed to be aware of yet, was that it was no coincidence that Olivia was as aroused as she was - the perfume hadn't just transformed her into a jenny, but one that was most certainly in a state of estrus, or heat, and due to some peculiar nature of the perfume, it was affecting Natalie in ways neither of them could anticipate.

"So, you think it was this, do you?" She placed the perfume bottle back up on the dresser top.

Olivia nodded in response. "It makes sense, right? With the name and all, right? And I can't say this has ever happened before I tried the perfume," she gave a wry smile, ears perking up slightly.

"That makes about as much sense as anything else right now." Natalie looked between the bottle and her friend. "So," she gave Olivia a curious side glance. "Can I ask just how thorough this transformation is?"

Her friend said nothing, but extended a hand, which Natalie took between hers, studying it with curiosity. While her toes had hardened into hooves, Olivia's hands remained soft and supple, though the skin had darkened dramatically, Natalie noted. Her fingernails remained the same, but the pads of her fingers had changed completely. All fingerprints were now gone, and they were remarkably soft. She took a moment to turn her friend's hands over between her own, admiring the way the fur became fine and downy around her wrist, and stopped to allow for a bare palm and fingers. She ran her fingers across Olivia's palm, marvelling at how complete and thorough this change seemed to be. It wasn't as if this whole affair was some elaborate costume. This creature sitting in front of her was her friend.

Olivia watched her friend intently, acutely aware of how close she was and how strong her scent had become. Her nostrils flared slightly, taking in everything - the way her own soap smelled on her friend's body, the salt of her skin, the shampoo she used in her hair, the detergent the towel was washed in - things that barely even registered before the transformation were now potent and lingered in the air around them.

Natalie seemed entranced by this staggering change in appearance. Her eyes sparkled with absolute fascination, gaze fixated on the marvel before her. She ran her fingers under her friend's fur, tracing her way up Olivia's arm. It was all real. Her fur was short and close to the skin, but it was soft.

"May I?" She asked softly, gesturing to her mane. It was thick, almost wiry at the ends, and ran like a ridge from between Olivia's ears, down her neck to her shoulder. It was the same grey as her fur at the base, changing to black at the tips; an ombre transition most stylists would be proud of. It stood upright of its own accord, almost like a short mohawk.

"Go ahead," Olivia responded, her eyes still pinned curiously on her companion. The proximity between them was tantalizing. As Natalie reached out and ran a hand through her mane, a delicious shiver ran down her spine, making her fur prickle across her body. She closed her eyes in delight, something her friend picked up on as she pushed her fingers further into the mane, pulling at it and rubbing her fingers against the scalp underneath. Olivia practically melted, pushing her head into the hand and letting forth a deep, delighted groan.

"Not bad, huh?" Natalie chirped, obviously pleased with herself. She sat down on the bed, next to her friend, and continued to work her magic, kneading the mane and working her way down as she went. Olivia's mane stopped just short of her upper back, where the hair slowly transitioned back into the downy fur along her skin. Natalie ran a hand down her friend's back, marvelling at the way her body had transitioned.

The sensation was wonderful. Olivia could feel her tail swishing in enjoyment, and from somewhere deep in her chest, she could feel... what was it? What was this sensation? As Natalie ran a hand down her spine and came to rest on her rump, something new bubbled up inside Olivia and escaped her. A happy little whinny escaped her, and she clamped her hand over her muzzle in embarrassment as her friend exploded into laughter next to her.

"Oh my GOD, Olivia! That's amazing," Natalie wheezed. "You really ARE a jenny, aren't you?"

Olivia gave a bashful half-smile, the insides of her large ears turning pink in embarrassment. "Look," she started, wringing her hands. "I'm still working this out, and apparently back scratches feel fucking amazing, okay?"

"Oh, honey, it's not a bad thing," Natalie crooned, leaning in a little. Her hand was still resting atop the pert behind belonging to the creature beside her. "You're just full of surprises right now, and I'm still just kind of... well, blown away. Like this-" She reached for the tail resting on the bed, and wrapped her fingers gently around it, running down the length of the appendage. "- this is amazing."

The touch was gentle, but Olivia jumped straight up off the bed and squeaked. She teetered carefully, balancing on her hooves, while clutching her bottom. Olivia stared at her friend with a mixture of shock and confusion, while Natalie laughed playfully.

"I'm sorry, Liv. I take it your tail is a little sensitive, then?" She remarked, leaning over to peer at her bum.

Olivia blinked. "You have no idea!" What went unsaid was that the feeling of her friend running her fingers down her tail had made everything beneath it absolutely quiver. She could feel the muscles around her sex twitch in arousal, a completely involuntary motion, and one that took her entirely by surprise. It definitely wasn't a bad sensation - she could absolutely stand so feel a little more - but the strength of the response her body had to the touch was definitely not something she could have anticipated. It was also not something that went unnoticed by Natalie, as she observed her friend with a suspicious look.

"Olivia, just how... thorough is this transition of yours?" She crooned. Natalie bit her lip, eyeing her friend with a distinct sense of hunger that had been building since she left the shower. The look was unmistakable.

The air between them was positively electric, as Olivia bent forward at the waist and leaned over the bed. As her ears flopped forwards, she couldn't help but smirk. What was a better answer than a demonstration? She could tell by the way her friend ran her hands through her thick mane, by the way she rested her hand on her rump, that this change hadn't diminished her interest in their encounter at all. Olivia moved her long legs apart slightly, and raised her tail so that the tuft at the end sat over her middle back. She was entirely exposed. The musky scent of her sex immediately filled her nostrils, as she inhaled deeply. Though Natalie still had her human senses about her, the anthro was quite certain the rich, alluring scent would reach her, too.

Natalie's eyes widened. She could feel herself being pulled in by the gravity of that immaculate, exposed ass, as she reached out and ran a hand down the inviting half-moon curve. A gentle sway of Olivia's hips answered any question she could have asked in that moment, sinking to her knees behind the anthro, towel forgotten around her on the floor. The scent of her was overwhelming. It clung to her senses like the perfume of a garden on a humid day; heady and rich, a bloom of aroma that was nothing short of intoxicating. Before her eyes was an arrangement of perfection. Plump, inviting cheeks covered in downy fur - a pastel grey on her hips, fading to a soft white as her body became more intimate. From behind the jenny, Natalie could see the enticing mounds of her womanhood, the way the fur parted to reveal soft, fleshy lips that beckoned her come closer. She could see Olivia's slit glistening in front of her, slick with her own juices...

She was overwhelmed, ensnared by the vision before her, and as Natalie leaned forwards, she could feel her own sex throbbing in arousal. She longed to touch, to taste her friend. To feel her hot flesh against her own. As if reading her mind, Olivia's voice chimed gently, "Go on."

It was the only encouragement she needed.

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Olivia's stomach was full of butterflies. This transformation had made her bold beyond measure - her body felt powerful, infallible - and as she bent forwards at the hips, she could feel the intensity of Natalie's gaze over her delicious body. Her lips positively throbbed, engorged with arousal, as she exposed herself. As she leaned into the duvet over the bed, she could hear Natalie's movement behind her. A delighted shiver ran down her spine that made her fur stand on end.

She could feel the intensity of Natalie's stare at her sex, taste her desire, and yet she hesitated. Olivia softly whispered the encouragement needed, enough to break past the last barrier of hesitation, and it was a mere moment before the jenny moaned into the duvet as she felt that hot, wet tongue push past her lips and into her pink folds. As her fingers curled around the plush blankets in delight, she could feel a pair of warm hands on her ass, fingertips pressed against her skin as Natalie devoured her with a frantic hunger.

Olivia's face was pushed side-on into the blankets as she gasped. "Oh god, Nat, do that..."

Natalie pushed her face further into the exposed intimates of her friend, revelling in the tangy sweetness that surrounded her; the nectar of Olivia's flower. The muscles of her pussy involuntarily flinched with pleasure. What a wonderful thing! Natalie groaned into her mound, delighted with the response, sending vibrations along the vulnerable, fleshy mounds. The unexpected sensation sent Natalie quivering, her stomach muscles tensed and caused her back to arch high into the air.

To their left, the perfume bottle sat atop the dresser, innocuous and unassuming, yet the root cause of it all. The mirror behind the bottle reflected the pair intimately - the shapely, pert donkey ass with tail curled elegantly into the small of her back, the naked red-haired human, face buried nose-deep in her cunt, and the forgotten towel on the floor. Natalie's pert breasts bounced as she devoured the pussy before her, a dribble of juice on her thighs where it had dripped from her chin. Under her hands, she could feel Olivia's muscles growing more and more tense as the jenny moaned and gasped into the bedcovers. She was close.

Fueled by desire, Natalie's tongue darted and flicked, lapping against the soft, pink folds of Olivia's sex. God, she wanted to feel her cum against her. The taste of her was like a drug, and she needed more. The anthro shuddered and writhed before her, breath coming in short, panting gasps. Her face was a picture of ecstasy, eyes scrunched shut and mouth contorted in an expression not of pain, but some torture still. Her balled fists were buried in the covers, as if it were the only thing stopping her from being washed away in a tidal wave of pleasure, and a wave it was. A deep something stirred from between her thighs, unlike the other pleasure sensations thus far. It was rich, like dark chocolate cake, and it felt like a heavy ball that was growing with rapid speed. Olivia let out a deep, unfettered moan as her friend ate her out with fervour, and that sensation grew and grew until it crescendoed like a great wave breaking inside her.

Olivia could feel her muscles grow tense and shake with the strength of the climax, the muscles of her sex twitching inside her and only furthering the pleasure. Behind her, she could hear the sounds of Natalie's own delight, groaning into her writhing sex and sending wave upon wave of delight across her skin with the vibration from her lips. Olivia's legs gave way underneath her, unable to support her weight as she trembled. The jenny slumped forward, panting rapidly with her knees now on the floor and her torso supported by the bed, still convulsing and moaning in pleasure. Natalie's hands supported her as she descended, but now that she was supported, those warm, inquisitive hands roamed across her body. Thighs, ass, back, breasts... As Olivia slowly surfaced from the wave of bliss, the sensation of her friend's touch was grounding. Her hands slowly unclenched from the duvet, her breathing lengthened and she opened her eyes, dazed and blinking.

"Welcome back, Liv," came the teasing voice from behind her.

Was it that obvious? Olivia hadn't cum that hard in years. A smile creeped across her face as the last of the aftershocks rippled through her body. Over her shoulder, Natalie had rocked back to sit on her heels, deliciously naked with nipples erect, like an alabaster sculpture. She watched the jenny with a mix of amusement and curiosity, and no small degree of self-satisfaction given how hard she had made her friend cum.

"Was it as good for you as it was for me?" She smirked, admiring the mess she had made. The inside of Olivia's thighs were slick, glistening in the light, as she pushed herself up off the bed.

"Why don't you come here and find out." Turning to face her naked friend, Olivia reached out a delicate grey hand to cup her chin, tilting her chin up to meet her eyes. Natalie seemed smaller, somehow, and desire had emboldened the jenny. Olivia brushed her lips up against her captive's soft, dewy own, tasting her juices on them. A slow, sensual lick up her cheek confirmed that her human friend had quite literally been face-first in her pink lily. Olivia breathed in the scent of her own musk on Natalie's breath. "Why don't you show me what else you can do with that mouth of yours?"

The scene reflected by the dresser mirror was surreal - on the right, the anthro donkey with ears forward, nipples pert and arms entwined around the comparatively small human woman as they kissed passionately on the bedroom floor. Never in a million years did Natalie suspect that this was where her night would take her, and yet she couldn't think of anywhere else she'd rather be. Even now, the scent of Olivia, the taste of her, the sight of her, all made her want to melt into the stunning creature until they could no longer tell where one of them stopped and the other began.

Olivia ran a hand across her friend's bare shoulders, caressing the skin lightly. Natalie was soft and warm and sweet in ways she could only imagine, and had she been asked in this moment, she would have no shame in admitting that the thought of her friend had kept her warm under the blankets on cold nights. She could feel Natalie move her body in response to her touch, a curious hand working its way down to cup a pert breast. She was perfection in red hair. As her hand trailed further, she felt the soft, warm skin of her belly; Natalie was far from chubby, but there was just enough softness there that you could lie your head on her belly and find comfort. She could feel her friend gasp against her muzzle as she traced shapes across her abdomen, and a wicked idea sprang to mind.

As Olivia pulled back slightly, she brought her hand up to cup that beautiful chin again and ran her thumb across Natalie's slick lips. "Stand up for me, will you?" She crooned.

The pair rose, and the anthro woman grabbed her friend by the shoulders and turned them so their positions were reversed. With a devious grin, large teeth glinting in the light, Olivia shoved her backwards onto the bed. Natalie fell backwards into the soft duvet, breasts bouncing. It seemed that, at this point, nothing could surprise the pair more than the wild transformation that had already occurred, right? Rather than a giddy yelp, Natalie let out nothing short of an undignified hee HAW and both women stared at each other, stunned.

The silence was deafening.