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There was something noisy about the inside world, more so than the one that Gargath found on the outside...and it was such an odd thing that he couldn't help the desire to take a little extra time walking home, when he was done at the office for the day.

He wasn't going anywhere unfamiliar, but living his life the best that he could near downtown, there were only so many nature preserves that he could sample: his favorite, thankfully, wasn't too far from his office, and one of the pathways that cut across the open fields and patches of trees came out on the other side to a nicely paved sidewalk, and a well-lit path back to his home.

It was well worth the extra time taken to walk home from work once in a while regardless, just for the health benefits that came with a little extra activity, but the mental health aspect was just as important to Gargath, who felt a certain rejuvenation for being among nature again.

He waved to anyone that he walked past, but as the weather turned and Autumn did away with the last of the summer warmth, there were fewer and fewer people who would brave the elements just to get some fresh air and alone time.

One of the last such residents he'd ever see wasn't someone walking on the path...but someone that was having a very difficult time tidying up their home.

"Just another ten minutes, and I can finally get to those leftovers," Gargath rubbed his stomach as he walked, finding that some of his favorite dishes tasted that much better after they had a day to sit in the fridge. " And , it's Friday...so I can always use that as an excuse to order some more..."

He didn't have anyone to justify his choices to, as far as he knew...but where the paved path gave way to patches of dirt and well-traveled grass, there was someone listening to the unhealthy choices he was considering making.

"Hey! W-where are you going? Are you seriously j-just gonna leave me like this?!"

Whoever they were, they weren't berating the equine for making a bad decision about dinner...but their tiny, high-pitched voice was a wail of fury and indignation.

"Uh...I'm going home?" Gargath looked around, bewildered. "Who said that?"

The horse took a half-step back, and with a full whip around, he didn't see anyone lurking around the thicker trees and bushes that dotted the park.

"Knew I'd been working too ma-

" I said it , you dimwit! You gonna get me outta here or not?"

Blades of grass and tiny clumps of dirt were easy enough for a tall, hungry horse to ignore when there was a promise of tasty leftovers at home, but scattered among them, he found the source of the sound: the tiniest creature he'd ever seen was pinned under a bundle of sticks, their wings pressed back in an uncomfortable heap and their chest crushed by something that Gargath himself could have moved with a single finger.

"Uh...d-do you actually need help with that?" he asked, leaning over until the breeze that rolled from the end of his nostrils nearly pushed the twigs away. "I don't mind giving you a hand if you need it, but it doesn't seem like that all much..."

"You do realize this would be akin to you being crushed by a pile of tree branches, right? Big ones?"

Gargath snickered. "Hadn't really considered that, no...sorry for being so insensitive."

It was easy for him to pinch the twigs between his fingertips, and as he tossed them aside, the miniature creature sucked in a deep breath of air, their lungs making up for lost time and comfort.

"_Ahhhh..._n-now that's the good stuff," they flittered upright and hovered just a few inches off the ground, kicking around blades of grass and specks of dust in their wake. "You never know just how wonderful it is to take an unencumbered breath until you've been denied one for the better part of a day..."

"...How long have you been down there?"

"Honestly, a few hours," the tiny creature admitted. "I was trying to let myself free, but I was getting desperate...as it is, I still don't feel great about what just happened."

"Why not?"

"Because now, you're gonna run around blabbing to all of your friends about how fairies are real, and that is not good for the magical community! There's so many by-laws I broke just by asking you for help in the first place..."

Gargath was trying not to take the fairy so lightly, but by virtue of her size alone, her antics were adorable...and the fact that she was in such a panic over having sticks lifted from her body didn't make a lot of sense to a fully-grown equine.

"Who would I tell?" Gargath asked. "And even if I did tell my friends, it's not like they'd have any reason to believe me."

"...You're joking, right? You really wouldn't tell anyone that you just discovered and saved a magical creature?"

"I mean, I do want to, but if it's gonna cause you that much trouble...I can probably figure out a way to keep this to myself."

"You mean it? You'd do that for me?!"

The tiny creature buzzed right up Gargath's eye level, her wings still flittering when she took a seat on the bridge of his muzzle, smiling wide.

"The last thing I'd want to do is cause trouble for someone else...especially someone who just had such a close brush with death," Gargath explained. "If it'll make your life a little easier, I can pretend this whole thing never happened."

"Well...I never said you had to do that ," the fairy mentioned. "I just need to you to keep quiet about this whole exchange; I'll do the same, and if you can hold up your end of the bargain, you'll be handsomely rewarded, come tomorrow morning."

Up close, it was impossible for the fairy to miss the roll of tired, equine eyes.

"No offense, but I'm not sure what you can do for me if you couldn't get rid of a pile of twigs."

"The power of a faerie's magic doesn't lie in helping themselves, but in helping others ," she explained, her lips thinned. "If you can actually make it home without telling anyone what you saw or what you did, when you wake up in the morning, your greatest wish will have come true: faerie's promise."

She held out an impossibly tiny pinky.

The equine, in turn, couldn't possibly wrap his own around hers for an immature pinky swear, but he was able to lift his digit to her and make contact without bumping her off the end of his nose: that was an accomplishment, itself.

"You've got a deal," Gargath whispered. The lack of belief in his voice wasn't relevant to the magic that was already in motion: all that mattered was if he could keep up his end of the bargain or not, and it was rare that he ran into anyone at all on the way home, much less anyone that he knew.

"Oooooh thank you thank you thank you so much!" she cheered, having dodged a larger bullet than Gargath could have realized. "You just run on home, then, and keep those details to yourself! You're gonna be so surprised when you wake up."

Chuckling quietly enough to keep from bucking the fairy away, Gargath started walking forth, not wanting to tempt the darkness into presenting further trouble. "If anything at all has changed, I really will be," he agreed.

The fairy smiled and winked, and with a glittering flash, she disappeared from his muzzle...but the tiniest sprinkle of dust was left behind on the end of his nose, long after she'd vanished from before his eyes.

**

Running into a fairy was the highlight of Gargath's day, and just as he'd anticipated, he didn't run into anyone else on the way home: there wasn't even a tiny critter in the woods for him to tell his story to, and he didn't realized how lucky he was for that fact.

Fairy magic was riddled with technicalities, and if he'd so much as whispered a word of it to the trees, he would have lost his end of the bargain.

"She did say it just had to be overnight, right? I can go talk to someone about it now?"

She blinked, hearing the sound of her own voice and flicking her ears to the higher, sharper pitch.

"...I...w-who...who's talking right now?"

Garnet had no idea that she was the one talking, but then, she hadn't properly accepted her own existence yet.

Jumping out of bed and throwing the covers in dramatic fashion, Garnet rushed to the full-body mirror near the bathroom door and stood before it; when Gargath went to sleep the night before, he'd gotten into bed naked, finding it the most comfortable way to get a good night of rest.

The most glaring thing that would have stuck out from the end of her hips was gone, replaced with a smooth, descending mound and a tuft of pubic fur, just above the striking pink of a shape that she'd seen plenty of times before...but never on her own body.

"...Ho...holy shit...that fairy was telling the truth!"

The rest of her frame hadn't changed dramatically, but subtle as the other changes were, the softer flesh of ample bosom and the lack of a cock were utterly striking: the presence of the former and the lack of the latter simply demanded for paws to reach up and explore what had been gained, but one stayed behind and reached down to fumble around for what had been lost.

Seeing was believing for some things, but in that instance, Garnet needed to touch herself to know that her mind wasn't playing tricks on her...and that first, cupping grip against the underside of a developed breast was layered with different kinds of gravity.

Of course, Garnet had never known the weight of a proper breast before, and as a man, her chest was broad and tight enough that it would have easily stretched a top as it was tugged down and over it.

For entirely new reasons, her new chest would prove just as effective at stretching out a shirt, but she didn't want to obscure the view of her paws cupping each tit and lifting them just slightly, curious at the weight and perk of her transformed flesh.

"They're...t-they're real...I...I can't believe it...all of this is real!"

She didn't know her own body yet, save for seeing the fact that her fur pattern was preserved in her new form: a spackling of white still spread across the right side of her chest, and a diamond of the same color was still present at the top of her muzzle, but otherwise, the soothing overcoat of brown and the mane of blonde, now just a little bit longer and draping over her eyes, remained as they were before.

Ruffled, layered fur slowly tapered from the familiar brown through softer, lighter stages of tan and off white before white cuffs ended just at the ends of her wrists, and hoof-tipped fingers were still clutching around the new, perkier flesh of her nipples as she tried to come to terms with such an impactful and dramatic change.

"...All this for lifting a pile of twigs from a fairy...who...w-who knew that little runt would actually follow through on her blessing?"

To have a wish come true was a powerful thing: Garnet would have done the right thing in that situation every single time, and for that strength of character and kindness of heart, she'd come to experience the greatest blessing that a fairy could offer: she wasn't alone in needing time to process the happiness that came from looking in the mirror and seeing that an impossible wish had been granted.

She was moved near to tears, but as she admired her new, curvier figure and watched her bouncing flesh in the mirror, she didn't feel any sadness for the changes that had come.

Instead, she felt a new confidence...and a greater sense of self-assurance than she'd ever known before, as she came to terms with the body she'd been given.

"For all this...it...it really feels like the greatest change is up here," she admitted, giving her forehead a quick tap and giggling at herself. "Is this what it's like to feel comfortable in your own body?"

Garnet wasn't such an arrogant woman to believe that she deserved to be so blessed, but then, she believed that everyone deserved to feel happy in their mortal coil; to be happy with who they were, no matter who that person happened to be.

To finally have that experience for herself was a fulfillment of more than a wish: it was a sense that she could properly move on with her life and share the person she was meant to be with the rest of the world...and she already knew who she wanted to share that blessing with, first.

"Hey...Piebald?"

"...Gargath?"

"N-no...I mean yes , but no. Not exactly," she replied, holding the phone in still trembling fingers. "It's gonna take a minute to explain; I'm still not used to the sound of my voice yet, either."

"Kinda strange...your voice sounds so natural like this, but I know it's not supposed to be that high...h-how are you doing that, exactly?"

"Like I said: it's gonna take a minute to explain."

"The kind of thing you'd rather explain to me in person?"

"If you're not busy."

"Well...it's a little earlier than I was planning on waking up on Saturday, but since I'm already up...yeah. I'll head right over," he offered. "Need me to bring anything with me?"

"Just your usual brand of slack enthusiasm."

Piebald chuckled. "Hard to leave that behind when I know what a visit to your place always leads to, but...I'm not gonna complain about that."

"I won't pretend...that's probably what's gonna happen," Garnet admitted. "But it's gonna be a little different this time."

She hung up the phone and held it tight to her chest, feeling a new, warm sensation between her thighs and something akin to tightness at the very peak of her recently formed womanhood.

It was all going to take some time to get used to, but she was delighted to have a friend on the way over: this was the kind of journey that she wanted to be able to share with someone close.

**

Changing bodies overnight didn't come with a change of wardrobe, but Garnet didn't have time to worry about that.

She knew that Piebald would take his time and grab a few snacks on the way over, but that wasn't quite enough time to wander her way through a department store when she had no idea what her new sense of style would be, or what sizes she was going to have to contest with.

As it was, she wore only a pair of boxer shorts and an old bathrobe over her body that morning, and she was barely holding the front of that robe closed when she saw Piebald walking up the front steps.

She took a deep, nervous breath and held it in tight as she stood up to greet him at the door, but something about the weight of his knuckles rapping against it gave her pause: she knew he'd be delighted with the change, almost as much as she was, but this was still a profound moment...even more than she gave it credit for.

There was no telling exactly how Piebald would react when she swung the door open, but as much as she would have wanted to make his jaw drop with her beauty, she'd never seen that kind of reaction from anyone before.

Until he could find the words, there was a chilling, but absolutely enticing sense of horror that came along with his silence.

"You...w-wait...does Gargath have a sister, and should I stop staring now?"

Piebald wasn't always so aloof, but right then, he was struggling to string two words together.

He wasn't stupefied by what he saw, but at first glance, that was all he could imagine: the resemblance to Gargath was so strong that she had to be a relative, but one word from Garnet dispelled the rest of the mystery.

"I'm afraid I don't have a sister, no," she answered. "You can call me Garnet, though...and you can still come inside, as long as you gimme some of those chips."

"...Oh my...goodness...it really is you, Garg-...I...heh. That's gonna take some getting used to; Garnet," he corrected himself. "Forgive my legs for taking their sweet time with moving: I think I might be in just a _little_bit of shock."

"You should have seen how I reacted when I woke up this morning," she admitted, trying to keep things as casual as possible. "To be honest, this is probably the most strung up I've ever seen you before, but...I guess it would be quite the adjustment to make..."

"I just don't know how it's possible," Piebald finally came through the front door and eased it closed behind him with a hoof. "Like...you look gorgeous, and you seem really happy, but...h-how is this even remotely possible? Is this some kind of crazy advanced VR tech that I'm not aware of?"

"To be honest, I understand if you don't believe me, but...I helped someone in need, and in return, they gave me something I'd always wanted," Garnet simplified the story, but some part of her was nervous that spilling the beans too early might cost her what she'd never imagined she would have the chance to experience; even a couple hours in her new body was enough for her to know that she'd refuse to give it up. "I didn't think they could really do it, but when I woke up, I heard my voice, rushed for the mirror...and...w-well, my reaction wasn't all that different from yours, I guess."

On the surface, some might have thought Garnet and Piebald to be nothing more than friends with benefits, but there was a greater friendship that came before their sexual interactions, and one that left Garnet believing that she could trust Piebald with the new secret, as much as she could trust him to enjoy it.

"It's a pretty incredible transformation, but you...you look right, Garnet. You look like you're really happy with this."

The snacks were quickly being forgotten, and the part of Garnet's robe was daring Piebald to ask for a closer look, but she wasn't going to make him wait for that.

She was eager to push the oversized robe apart, just enough to reveal the edges of each breast, just beyond the valley of her cleavage.

"I'm not sure I can remember the last time I was this happy," she confessed. " Or the last time you looked at me with that kind of intensity, really..."

"I...h-heh...I won't pretend that this is capturing my interest, but there was always something kinda casual about the way we did this before; they call it friends with benefits for a reason, right?"

"Right."

"But all those times, you...it feels like you never really tried to seduce me...like we just kinda did it because it was fun and we could," Piebald explained. "I've never given you that kind of look because you've never given me that kind of look, Garnet."

"Guess I never felt right doing that before," she admitted. "To be honest, I looked in the mirror and just...felt like I could finally give someone that look and really mean it. Like I actually believed I was as sexy as some people used to tell me I was...is that weird?"

Piebald smiled, his kindly heart in tune with the fact that Garnet was in such an amorous mood, and yet, still a little unsure of herself.

He hoped the curl of his lips would convey that, but his words would pick up any slack left behind.

"I don't think it's weird at all," he said. "To be honest, if this body feels more natural to you...like who you were meant to be...it makes perfect sense that you'd have a little more confidence like that."

"It's even more than confidence, though...it's just a sense of this being right," she replied. "Like that look wouldn't have made any sense before, but now, it...there couldn't have been a better time to try it; did, uh...d-did it work?"

She could have rolled her shoulders and dropped the robe the rest of the way from her chest: she didn't own a bra to properly cover up, but she didn't need to go to that kind of effort, much as Piebald would have enjoyed the show.

His eyes continued to wander the valley of her new bodice, and in turn, her own walked their way down his abdomen and to the obvious bulge of his excitement against the front of his jeans.

"Do you want me to own up to that," Piebald paused, feeling the intensity of her gaze on his flesh, "Or are you gonna let me try and weasel my way out of being this excited?"

"That's literally the reason I called you over, Piebald...and I know it's the reason you came, too."

"I haven't cum yet."

"...Clever," Garnet rolled her eyes, but she did all she could to keep appreciating the spackled cervine that she'd become such good friends with. "But then again...neither have I, Piebald. Do you wanna be the first one to get me there?"

"...You're serious?"

"Considering we were gonna have sex anyway, I'd be pretty disappointed if I didn't cum," she teased. "I'm not really sure how easy that's gonna be, but...if you don't mind taking a little trip with me, I bet we'll both find plenty of things that we like about my new body."

"I'd be honored to be the first to have the chance," Piebald confessed. "And as long as you're having fun with it, I've gotta say...I'm already a huge fan of the new look."

Garnet gazed aside, feeling a greater sense of connection to the entire range of her emotions: she tucked a lock of her mane away from her eyes and tried not to look so bashful about her appreciation.

"Y...Yeah? You sure about that?"

"I mean, not to be crude, but...you caught me. I just walk into people's houses at random and pop a boner in their doorway for no reason."

She chuckled and lifted her middle finger...but she kept that digit right near the enticing valley of her cleavage. "You're such a dick sometimes..."

"You still love me."

"Yes, I do...now drop those snacks and get your ass in the bedroom already."

**

When she was still Gargath, there wasn't a lack of confidence on Garnet's part, but a lack of enthusiasm to act on the same.

Now that she was in a more comfortable body, the mare was already exhibiting a greater sense of control, and her instructions at the door were only the start of that: giving Piebald a playful shove onto the tossed comforter and putting her hands on her hips seemed a fitting way to show that she was already burdened with a familiar sense of impatience.

"You really wanna rush right into this?" Piebald asked. He was delighted with what he saw, and his throat couldn't help swallowing back a lump when the bathrobe dropped from Garnet's body, but as much as this change was profound to him , he feared how chaotic the deeper recesses of Garnet's mind could still be. "It's okay if we take our time with it, you know...you only get one chance to experience this for the first time."

The question struck Garnet, but she didn't respond with nerves or unease, much as Piebald worried.

Instead, she smiled wide and nodded firmly. "I knew I invited the right guy over to take part in this," she admitted. "You've always been a good friend, even before we started going to bed together...I knew I could trust you to actually worry about me and slow me down, if I started acting weird...but you don't need to worry about a thing, and honestly, that kind of friendship deserves a reward."

"So does trusting me with something so important to you," Piebald countered. "You know there's not much I'm opposed to, but what kind of gentleman would I be if I didn't help you learn all the benefits of your new body?"

"To be honest, I was hoping I could convince you to explore the ins and outs with me, but I wasn't going to ask you to be that patient," Garnet confessed. "You've been breaking out of your jeans since you walked in the door...I'd hate to see that stiff of an erection go to waste."

Piebald chuckled and gave a dismissive shake of the head. "Trust me, that's not going anywhere, Garnet...and I hope you won't be going anywhere for a while, either. This bed is way too big for me to just lay in by myself."

"Hmm...you know I can't turn down such a warm invitation," Garnet played along, leaning over the edge of the bed with an intentional push of her chest: she was still learning how to employ the new, shifted flesh of her body, but she could feel Piebald's gaze dropping into the gap of her cleavage as she crawled closer. "But if I take these off...do you promise to keep me warm?"

She paused with her knees on either side of his ankle, and as she waited there, her thumbs teased along the waistline of her boxers. Even the slightest tug would pull them down her hips, now that her frame was curved in a different manner, but she was having fun teasing her cervine companion with the possibilities.

"There really is something...new about you, isn't there?" Piebald couldn't help pointing out the obvious, but he had a nervous curl to his smile, his lips silently acknowledging the greater electricity that was growing between them. "You've teased me before, but you've never put this much effort into your approach..."

"It's my fault for not trusting myself to do that, but...in this body, I feel like it's so much easier to do," Garnet admitted. She was delighted to see Piebald finally unbuckling his jeans, but a new, teasing nature was bubbling up within her, prompting her to shimmy out of her boxers and finish her rapid crawl; she didn't want to let him out of that tight discomfort just yet. "And before you go putting your paws all over yourself, I'd much prefer if you tried putting them all over me."

Eyes of warm chocolate were soothing to gaze into, no matter the situation: capturing those orbs and holding their interest, Garnet stared right down at the caribou as she climbed into his lap, straddling over his covered member and settling into place without putting too much pressure on the spot.

She wanted to try being a tease, but she hadn't anticipated what a rush it would be to feel the throbbing pressure of his length, even through the thick denim of his jeans.

"If you're really gonna give me that kinda chance...how can I say no?" Piebald replied, as his palms opened toward her breasts, capturing the softer, comforting flesh. "Apologies in advance if I get carried away, but to be the first guy to have a chance to see what makes you tick...I'm not sure I'll be able to help myself."

"Don't worry about it," Garnet assured him. "This is a learning experience for both of us, and if you do something I really like, I..._mnn..._I'll try to make sure you know that you're doing a good job."

Piebald sucked in his own tight gasp as Garnet rocked delicately against his lap: she didn't have the proper experience of straddling and riding someone just yet, but as long as Piebald was holding and squeezing her breasts, she was content to rub back against him, silently thanking him for his efforts.

She didn't know yet if she was going to prefer a full, wide grope of her whole breast or a smaller, tighter pinch of her nipples, but Piebald was trying both methods and everything between, giving her tits so much attention that Garnet wondered if he was trying to make up for "lost" time.

"The way you're grinding against me, it...s-sure feels like you're enjoying yourself," Piebald claimed. "Unless that's just how you sit on something, these days?"

"I think the theme of the day is trying new things," Garnet reminded him. "Not sure that I've ever tried sitting like this, but...w-when there's something hitting just right down there, it...d-damn...it feels really good just to kinda roll back and forth over it!"

"And this?" Piebald asked, the tips of his cloven digits pinching around her tender nipples and giving them a tight, but careful tweak, flicking the end of each delicate nub.

Garnet nodded, but it wasn't the firm, confident nod that had come before: pleasure was evident in every slow, eager roll of her hips, but that same bliss made it difficult for the mare to look as sure of herself as she had a moment before.

She never knew what sensation was coming next, but each wave of delight that spread out from the bodice of her breasts heightened the overall experience; the fact that Piebald was switching up his technique so frequently kept her from being able to prepare for the next jolt.

"It's...r-really good, Piebald...y-you're just that f-fucking talented, aren't you?" she asked, smiling a softer, sweeter smile than the caribou expected to see of her. "Not to overinflate your ego, but...I've loved every second of this so far, dude...especially when you really focused on the nipples...c-can...can you try sucking them?"

A fresh bump surged between Garnet's thighs when she felt just how excited Piebald was by her request: if the poor caribou prodded at her any harder, she thought he might find a way to penetrate her through the shield of his jeans.

"I think I can probably manage that."

She grinned wide. "I had a feeling you were capable."

There was a playfulness to their former relationship that remained, even though Garnet was, in many ways, a new person. She felt truer to herself: in that regard, she was more comfortable in the bedroom in general, but Piebald could tell that there was more to her than someone who had renewed _sexual_confidence.

"Let's see just how capable I am before you go giving me that strong of a vote of confidence," Piebald joked. "And don't be afraid to keep giving me those instructions."

He didn't mention how hot it was to have Garnet taking the charge and pushing him around just a little bit, but he didn't think words would explain that any better than the warm, eager kiss that his lips offered to the nub of one nipple, moving and smoothing over it as though he were pressing that affection to her lips, instead.

It was an interesting method, but paws that were once gripping the headboard dropped from the spot and wrapped tight around the back of Piebald's skull; he took that as a good sign, even before he heard the eager praises of the mare above.

"Oh...o-oh yeah..._oh, fuck..._s-sorry, Piebald!" Garnet released the back of his head, flustered at just how easily she'd given herself over to the instinct to grab onto the person that was giving her such a wonderful sensation. "Didn't mean to smother you..."

When he looked up, his eyes were dazed in such a way that she'd only ever seen a handful of times, but the silly grin that took his lips and the dangling strand of saliva between his tongue and her nipple told the story of a man that didn't need an apology.

"For what it's worth, you could have hugged me a lot tighter than that without smothering me, but I do appreciate your concern," he assured her. "You, uh...y-you really liked that, then?"

"A lot more than I was expecting to, yes."

"Did you want me to do it again?"

Her arms tugged around the back of his head, forcing his open lips to her other nipple. "Yes, but I was trying to come up with the best way to ask for that...and I decided that this was the best method. Any complaints?"

Piebald shook his head against his mouthful, sending a playful tickle through the sensitive nerves around the tender nub.

"Heeeee...g-good," she giggled high and clutched the backs of his antlers, hugging onto the tall, proud bronze of his chitin. "You just...t-take your time down there...keep trying stuff with your tongue; I don't think you can go wrong..."

Every sensation was a little different, and each one brought Garnet a new kind of bliss: she felt greater, quicker highs when the tip of Piebald's tongue flickered over the very end of the nipple, and longer, but gentler waves of pleasure when he suckled around the spot and pressed the flat of his tongue against her breast.

The only one that proved frustrating was the easy, circular brush of his tongue around the tender bud, but it wasn't traditional frustration: it was like scratching an itch with fingernails that were just a little too dull to get the job done.

It still felt wonderful, but it made her a little too aware of just how much she needed something else to be taken care of, and already, that most sensitive part of her body was soaking the seat of Piebald's lap with warm, eager arousal.

"O-oh...kay...n-no more flicking," Garnet suggested, trying to be as clear about what she liked as she possibly could, and much to her delight, Piebald suckled tightly at the spot, drawing more vitality to the nipple and giving it a needed break from the assault of his tongue. "Good boy...y-you...you learn fast , Piebald..."

Easing back from the spot and seeing just how bright pink her flesh was at his behest, Piebald could literally see the results of his hard work...and just how easily he could leave her body too sensitive with his vigorous antics.

"I've got a wonderful teacher," he played along. "Not sure that my mother would approve of my tutor taking such a direct approach, but she's not around to object, is she?"

Garnet eased her grip on the back of her friend's skull, letting him pull further back from the spot. She had plenty of energy to tease right back, but a sudden, cool breath over the nub of her nipple stifled her words, just as they arrived at her lips.

"No, s-she's not... damn , Piebald...that's a nifty little trick, isn't it?

"Thought you might like it," he admitted. "Seemed like it was worth a gamble to give it a try."

"Well, as long as we're a teacher and her naughty student, is there anything else you wanted to try and learn about?" she asked, leaning back far enough in his lap that she could capture his gaze once more. "I feel like the lesson's just getting started, but...I'm pretty sure I'm ready to try something a little more... advanced."

Piebald was more of a happy-go-lucky personality: he wasn't long for the boring world of continued education, and yet, he looked as eager as he'd ever been to get back to class, given the topic of study was one of his best friend's bodies.

"If you're really sure about that, I'd be honored to finally take that next step with you," he answered. "Though...I suggest we take things nice and slow, at first. I'm guessing that this new body of yours came factory new."

"Whatcha mean?"

Giving a sudden, playful buck, Piebald pushed up his hips without warning, but the movement was as gentle as he could manage, with the mare in his lap.

Even that was a little bit uncomfortable yet, and Garnet immediately realized what he was getting at.

"That's...h-huh...not exactly how I expected it to feel, but...maybe a little more warming up is necessary after all," Garnet agreed. "Not that I'm complaining, but are you sure you're okay with waiting?"

"Dunno what you call waiting, but as far as I'm concerned, getting to lay back and finger you to your first orgasm isn't that," Piebald said. "That's all part of the experience, for me...and I'm honored to have the chance, Garnet."

She wasn't sure how differently her emotions might strike her, now that she was in a new body; everything was part of the learning experience, and a touched well of inward happiness showed itself as a misty-eyed moment of thankfulness.

"Who knew you could be such a sap?" she asked, teasing him right back and trying to keep the positive atmosphere alive and well. "I swear, you were never this affectionate with me when I was still a man."

Piebald may have been a carefree man, but he wasn't so distant as to have missed the brief, but entirely visible bit of moisture, like an uneven glass over the whites of her eyes.

"I guess that always felt more appropriate before...more fitting to be casual about it," Piebald admitted, after a moment of thought. "But this is different...not like you don't know that, of course, but you've never seemed so comfortable with all this, before, if that makes sense. I guess...knowing that you are, I felt like I could let my guard down a little bit more, too."

His answer made perfect sense; it still tugged at Garnet's heartstrings just enough that a paw pushed up against the edge of her eye and eased away any moisture, but there was such a genuine smile on her lips that Piebald couldn't question her shifting approach.

"I'm glad you're finally feeling more comfortable around me, Piebald. I hope you can tell just how comfortable I am, too..."

Her moisture was plentiful, leaving what felt like it might be a permanent stain against the lap of Piebald's jeans: he couldn't wait to get out of them and feel that natural arousal on his flesh, instead, but Garnet was reaching for the arms that had cupped under her breasts, first.

There was no resistance to her silent suggestion...to the way that she dragged his hoofed fingertips over her tummy, leaving raked trails in the fluff and providing a visual reminder of just how far they'd come, as friends.

His fingertips were the first to touch her new sex, and the gravity of that reality forced a gasp out of his maw, even before he properly knew the warmth of her tight, untouched petals around the sides of his digit.

"I can't think of a better word t-than that," he agreed, his eyes still widened at just how soaking wet her folds already were; her natural heat was pouring down his palm as he eased his fingertip in, pushing it up and toward the delicately hidden entrance. "I'll wait until the moment is right, but...t-that feels like it's going to be very comfortable, Garnet."

Their interactions held plenty of weight before, but knowing that Piebald would be the first man to know the bliss that her body could offer wasn't lost on Garnet: it was a delightful pressure, one that made it difficult for her to relax around his first, pressing digit...but some part of her knew better than to seize up against him, just yet.

"It's already a bit...s-snug, isn't it?" she asked, knowing that there might be another level of resistance for the caribou to work past. "Thanks for being so gentle with this...it...f-feels really strange, but it...it's so fucking good , too..."

Piebald was used to being able to get a groan out of Gargath before they were both tuckered out, but the way that Garnet responded was different: there was a greater connection, no matter how different it was...and he could feel that change when her inner muscles finally adjusted around that eager digit, allowing it to push past the first knuckle.

Properly buried inside of her, Piebald didn't push his luck.

"Are you okay?" he asked, treating her with all the respect and care that someone should have expected during their first time. "Feels like you're probably enjoying this, but...s-sorry if I'm a little overly cautious."

Garnet was sucking in a gasp when that finger finally pressed to the base of his palm, but as she released it, her entire body gave a brief, pleasured spasm.

"No s-such thing as t-too cautious," she mentioned, but even getting through those words was a struggle. "Nice and...s-slow...please..."

Whatever she asked for, Garnet knew she was going to get, but there was no telling how her body would respond to that first dip of his finger, easing back away from her and pulling glistening trails of her arousal back out in the process.

It was less a thrust, and more a slow, easing crawl that brought his finger back to rest within her tight, gripping walls, but that approach was just what Garnet needed to become comfortable with the process.

She wasn't entirely unfamiliar, of course, and some of the same principals of anal penetration seemed to apply: starting slow, taking time and making sure a partner was properly warmed up would do worlds for their enjoyment, but Piebald refused to minimize the beauty and unique nature of her sex by leaving the comparison at that.

Inner muscles were coming to life, little by little, as Garnet leaned against Piebald's shoulder and eased herself against his palm, wanting to know more than just the pleasure of being penetrated.

She wanted to know what it was like to actively work those muscles around an object, evident in each tight, but uneven clench of her womanhood around Piebald's digit.

"How's that?" he asked, his voice soothing and soft as he picked up the pace, finally giving her tender bodice a proper thrust and pumping the digit against her soaking resistance.

That final wall was giving way, little by little, but the happenstance of his thumb rolling over her clit forced a new, sudden squeeze around his finger; time froze for Piebald as he worried about having done too much, too soon, but the same moment was dragging on for eternity for Garnet.

"...Do...t-that...again..."

She didn't know how different an orgasm might feel in a woman's body, but she was getting her first, proper inkling of that sensation as Piebald swiped his thumb back over the hood of her perked, obvious clit...and a teasing grin stole his lips as he swirled the pad of his digit over the painfully sensitive spot.

Even with the warmup that came before, the pressure of his thumb was a little too much sensation for her to handle, but with her attention divided between that and his pumping finger, it wasn't enough , either.

She felt like she was trying to pick between the quick, rushing onset of an orgasm at the behest of her clitoris and a slower burn building within the depths of her womanhood, but the lack of experience allowed her to be tossed back and forth between those entirely different, but equally blissful sensations; she didn't yet have the control to pick which would win the day, but plentiful moisture was already spilling over as she tried to contain herself.

"You still okay, Garnet?" Piebald was ever the concerned lover, but he could feel inner walls clutching and begging for another digit, while her entire body shuddered against his straddled thigh. "You're...uh...y-you seem to like this, but I can't really-

"Just k-keep fucking g-going-

"Are you s-

"Yes, I'm sure, Pleeeeeeease rub my clit a little harder pleasepleaseplease!"

There was such a mess of juices spilling over his palm that Piebald could feel his fur matting and his skin pruning beneath, but hearing such impassioned cries, he refused to back down from that moment of pleasurable truth.

He rose to the occasion and rapidly hooked his finger up into her depths while his thumb swirled tight circles right upon the bud of her clit, between wider circles around the hood and the peak of her eager, tight petals.

Inexperienced and saddled with untold bliss, Garnet didn't stand a chance against the digital assault, and her own hooved fingertips clutched into Piebald's back so tightly, the caribou feared she might find a way to break the skin, without claws.

"Can b-barely move my finger...a-are you-

" Yes! Yeeeeeees, Piebald...I'm...f-fucking cumming!" she cried out, holding and squeezing her friend with an intensity that she'd never been able to offer in her old body...and gracing his palm and his wrist with an extra, silky helping of her natural warmth. "Keep thrusting...p-please keep thrusting!"

She didn't need to beg, or even ask: she could have ordered the caribou around the whole bedroom and gotten the results she was after, but Piebald was touched to know that she was still being so considerate for his help.

Beyond that, when Garnet dropped her clutching, quivering fingers from his back, they stroked over his poor, trapped member, and the stain she felt almost shook her out of the throes of passion.

"Just let me know if it's a little t-too much," Piebald whispered, the efforts in his wrist taking a little more out of him than he was willing to let on...but the motivation of Garnet's climax was an incredibly powerful thing. "Last thing I wanna do is hurt you, after all."

She answered with a single bounce against his wrist...but when the discomfort of being filled finally disappeared, she kept bucking herself against that touch, wanting to know just how rapidly Piebald could stuff her bodice without cramping.

He was already close to that, but her paw was already resting on something that would be able to fill in brilliantly for his eager fingers.

"Trust me, y-you...you've done more than enough to make sure that I'll be okay," Garnet stammered her way through, but she was just starting to capture her grin again, after a look of desperation had stolen it away throughout her first orgasm. "But Piebald, y-you...you've been trapped this whole time, you poor thing!"

"I'm starting to think I can actually bend it on purpose if I leave my jeans on just a little longer," he joked, just as his length pumped against the denim once more. "I hear some chicks are into dicks that have a kink in them."

Garnet couldn't believe that her eyes could roll when she was so riddled with bliss, until that comment forced them to.

"How about we start with an ordinary dick, first?" she asked. "Long, smooth and cervine, probably a perfect fit for a lucky mare like me?"

Piebald gulped back a nervous lump. "You...y-you sure you're ready for that?"

"...Actually...no. There's one more thing I need to do, first."

She was dripping wet, and pulling the zipper down on his jeans, Garnet felt his length jump and spring right into her grip, but as perfect as the warm, off-pink flesh looked in her grasp, there was one thing she wanted to do with it before she properly brought it into her body.

"I know I'm gonna love this...and unless something has changed about you , I think you're gonna consider this a wonderful way to show my appreciation."

Piebald was still in the dark, until Garnet started tugging on the legs of his jeans: that was a stronger clue than he realized, but as he shrugged his way out of the pants, Garnet climbed right into his lap, offered him a wide grin...

...And relaxed as a warm, golden trickle of her pee started spilling over the very tip of his squirming, quivering member.

"You've literally been holding that all day, haven't you?" he asked, feeling how much pressure there was behind the forceful, eager stream. "Should have known you'd t-try and find a way to sneak that in..."

"Sure don't hear you complaining," Garnet mentioned. "Sounds to me like you enjoy letting a pretty girl pee all over your cock..."

Her hooves pressed into the bed on either side of his thighs, keeping him in close and allowing her to squat just a little lower, until her tight, warm petals were kissing around the tip of his length...but all the while, the bounty of her juices continued to flow and spill, coating his entire shaft in her golden offering and leaving a small puddle in the sheets, right around the eager presence of his sack.

His entire shaft twitched at that, and Garnet giggled as she watched the loose flesh of his sack tighten around each of the full, heavy orbs within, showing just how much he enjoyed the sudden shower, even if he was too bashful to admit it.

"This is all about your comfort level," Piebald countered, but his tone was playful all the while. "And it couldn't have been comfortable to hold back your pee this whole time...dunno how you didn't spring a leak while you were cumming the first time."

"The first time?"

Her final, dribbling drops were running down his shaft as her entrance kissed a little lower, allowing the smooth, rounded tip of his cervine cock the honor of being the first to know the pleasure that was hiding within.

"You really think I'd let you get to the end of this without having another?"

The first inches moved forth rather easily, despite the impressive size of the member...but Garnet wasn't thinking about her next orgasm, just yet.

She wasn't done returning the favor to Piebald, and she was desperate to know what it would feel like: the pressure of his seed when it finally gushed into her waiting passage was already at the front of her thoughts, and she'd only just welcomed the tip of his length into her body.

"I never knew you could b-be such a gentleman," Garnet was doing her best to stay playful and carry the moment along, but there was no denying the sheer presence of Piebald's flesh within her. "You've already given me one, dude...y-you...you should really worry about yourself."

"I'll enjoy myself a whole lot more if I know that you're having fun too, Garnet."

Her cheeks flushed beneath the warmth of a fur coat, and for a moment, her inner muscles responded to the emotional context, forcing her to seize and grip at the tip of his cock without dipping any further onto the shaft.

Still soaked with the mess she'd offered before, Garnet felt positively naughty taking the marked flesh any further inside, but she was eager to coat it with a different kind of juice; seeing the way Piebald's face twisted up with earthly delight when she squeezed him did wonders for abating the internal pressure of the act.

It was pleasure through and through, but even after a fulfilling warmup and an orgasm of her own, Garnet was coming to terms that this was still her very first fuck...and inner walls that had never known such weight and girth before were struggling to keep up.

She was lucky that she was allowed to control the pace and the depth, but some part of her was dying to know how it would feel to be thrown to her back: to have her legs pinned all the way to her chest as a confident, skillful lover pumped into her from above and held her eyes captive with a domineering stare.

Piebald could do that, and she knew it well...but right then, the look they exchanged was one of continued gratefulness, both for the trust that they shared in each other, and the mutual pleasure that came from the inches of penetration that followed.

"If you don't think I'm having fun with this wonderful cock of yours, y-you...you haven't been paying attention, Piebald."

"Sure feels like you could be, anyway..."

"Always such a carefree spirit," she teased. "Do I need to give you a little something more than a glorified lap dance to show you how much I'm enjoying myself?"

The caribou would have been more than happy to sit against the headboard and offer his arms as a place for Garnet to rest her back as she worked.

He would have been just as delighted to push her onto her back and do all the work for her, but right then, he was feeling out exactly what she wanted from her first time, and the slow, easy drape of her arms over the bulk of his shoulders was the first clue that she was content right where she was.

"You just have to do whatever feels best for you," Piebald conceded, trying to be supportive of her choices without being too passive. "And...y-you should probably tell me now if you don't want me to cum inside you..."

When she still had a cock, Garnet was completely familiar with the desperate, internal quiver that came right before the peak of the act; to feel it again, but this time within the welcoming grip of her vaginal passage...it proved an experience so transcendent that her squatting legs gave out, and with a yelp, she fell down the rest of his length, with only her rolling knees there to catch her.

For a moment, she knelt there in place, gasping for air and wondering if she'd injured herself with her wobbling posture...but as she clung to Piebald and looked straight ahead at the headboard, she watched the beads of her heated breath gathering on the wood...she rocked her knees just a little bit, as if to feel how the flesh of his length might move around within her...and with a few deep, nervous breaths, she started lifting from the hip, instead of rocking back and forth.

"Garnet, y-you...are you okay? Is it too much?"

There was no answer she could give that wouldn't be an ego stroke for Piebald, but he wasn't worried about his confidence.

He cared only about her safety and pleasure, and as he gazed down, he was fearful that he might see something red leaking from her passage, rather than the golden blessing that she'd left on his flesh before.

"I don't...k-know...if I've ever felt better..."

There was only a subtle glistening around the fluff that decorated his crotch, courtesy of the arousal that Garnet shared with him.

"I'm sorry if it's n-not perfect, but I...I think this is the best I can do, for now?" Garnet continued, giving another easy drop into his lap and learning just what the limits of her womanhood really were: the cervine filled her passage to a point that bordered on discomfort, but much as she expected, there were going to be some literal growing pains with her new features. "I'll go a little faster when I can, but-

She sucked in another, stronger gasp when Piebald leaned forth, cutting her words short with an eager kiss against her chest. Sampling a nipple and closing his eyes as he worked, Piebald was blending a genuine interest in Garnet's new body with the casual nature that he was known for, finally thrusting back against her and matching her pace...but it was slow, shallow thrusts to start, letting the mare properly adjust before he gave any heavier efforts.

"N...never mind then," Garnet finished her thought, her voice fading into a high, eager whimper of her continued delights. "I'd say you're enjoying yourself...j-just fine, aren't you?"

His tongue slurped right across, dragging from one nipple and carrying a trail of spittle into her cleavage before he kissed passionately at the other breast. "Was it that obvious?" he hurriedly asked, wanting to provide her with all the bliss he could before she milked the very best of the act right out of him...

...And he didn't want to admit how close he already was to that.

That Garnet was already aware of that secret wasn't motivating her to move faster: she was just as happy to drag out that first romp for as long as she could, but just as she'd been subject to incredible sensitivity when Piebald gave her the first sample of pleasure that her clit could provide, she found the slow burn of his earlier penetration was rearing its head again...this time, on the heels of a previous orgasm.

There was no expectation that things had to last a certain amount of time when she was a man, and the more she thought it over, the more she relaxed and realized that this first round would be perfectly fine, just so long as they enjoyed themselves.

"Considering you look like a kid trying to slurp the last of a scoop of ice cream...r-right before it melts...smile and all...y-yeah. I'd say you look pretty f-fucking happy," Garnet teased, coming into her own a little more with each soft, subtle drop of her rump into his lap. " Feels like you're pretty happy, too...I...I know what that means, Piebald; what do you need me to do?"

That connection to her old self was a truly profound thing, and Garnet was putting it to her fullest advantage as she reached one arm back and cupped the weight of Piebald's sack, giving it a curious squeeze.

As much as she needed to learn all the ins and outs of her own body, she still needed to figure out the best ways to use that form to pleasure someone else, and the thick, eager pulsing of a shaft, filling her up just to the brim of her limits, was forcing her body to respond before she knew the best way.

It was a poignant lesson...to learn to listen the natural whispers of her body and act on them as they flooded her form.

"Keep...g-going...just keep going," Piebald's normally slack nature took a backseat as he suckled that much tighter at the tasty, offered flesh of Garnet's breasts...but no matter how he tried to distract himself, he couldn't keep putting off the inevitable. "I'm gonna cum, Garnet...a-are you sure you su-

" Totally ," she cut him off, grinning wide, but struggling to keep that confident expression as her second climax dominated her once exploratory pace: she was bucking into his lap, her breasts heaving with the force of her continued efforts. A quiet pap filled the bedroom as Piebald's orbs crashed up against her backside, and the spilled juices splashed between their bodies as the caribou tried to keep pace with her all the while...

...But his shivering, trembling form was almost spent, and holding onto her hips as he pumped into her eager passage was conveniently both the best he could do, and far more than enough to bring about Garnet's second release.

"Thank...f-fucking...goodness..."

Panting through the very last of his thrusts, Piebald gripped Garnet by the hips, held on tight and pumped deep , forcing the mare to draw one more tight, laborious breath.

Her eyes winced as she bore her weight down on him, determined to keep his length bathed in the natural warmth of her arousal...but she hadn't expected such pleasure to come from the mingling of those juices and the deep, gushing yield of cum that sprayed from the tip of Piebald's member.

The pressure she felt inside continued to expand, until she could feel the ropes of virile seed pressing against the deepest reaches of her womanhood.

She couldn't think of anything to compare that sensation to, but she could let Piebald know how much she enjoyed it, and she was absolutely hellbent on doing exactly that.

"Oh...o-oh, holy fuck...Piebald...you're making me cum..._pleeeeeease_keep going!" she cried out, feeling how stiff his body was at the first gush; she squeezed his orbs tight and cried out that much louder when her friend revealed he still had a few deep, eager thrusts to spare. "Yes! Yesyesyes...j-just like that, Piebald...you're giving me so much cum...I never knew it would f-feel like this!"

Getting used to the idea of being a woman and having a new body was going to take longer than that, but for the moment, Garnet couldn't have been more sure that her transformed coil was the body that she was after...and in the very peak of her second release, she'd never felt more fitting in any state.

To be exhausted, her mane tossed, her lungs panting and her body heaving, all culminating with the plentiful juices of arousal that spilled from her womanhood...she couldn't imagine anything feeling more satisfying...or more natural.

"You had me worried I was g-gonna blow you up like a balloon," Piebald teased, helping Garnet to settle back down from that peak. She was already settled in his lap, but hearing that, she giggled and slumped over his shoulder, a complete and utterly satisfied mess. "I haven't cum in weeks...but I think you just dipped into next week's reserves."

"Heh...g-good thing I know you'll make more," she pointed out. "And you'd better start making more of it, cause...I'm nowhere near done with you, y-yet."

She'd need a minute to recover, and she was more than happy to take it and curl up close with a good, caring friend, but her thoughts were already turning ahead to what they'd do when they had the energy again.

"Just getting started with me, Garnet?"

Her lips curled once more, that grin pressing into the side of his neck in an enticing kiss.

"Lots of lost time to make up for, still," she reminded him. "I sure hope you weren't planning on going anywhere..."