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Anna wandered down the hallway, keeping her eyes and ears peeled for any sign of her friends. One of the other girls had pointed this way when she asked where Stacey and Claire got off to, but so far she'd seen no sign of them. Still she pressed forward, eager to figure out where they were hiding.

It was far from the first time the two had up and left her alone. They were always wandering off without her, to the point where she had been concerned that they no longer wanted to be her friend. Anna was popular - being the star of the powerhouse volleyball team would do that - but she had no real, close friends beyond those two and the thought of losing them worried her greatly. These fears had been assuaged when she'd followed the two a few months back and stumbled upon them passionately making out. They hadn't noticed her and she'd slunk away quietly, but ever since then she felt a growing urge to say something. Not that she cared about how they felt about each other, but she hardly appreciated the two of them abandoning her for a little nookie on a regular basis. And now, being left alone in the large, empty school was the straw that broke the camel's back. Anna was going to track those two down and confront them, once and for all.

Assuming she could find them, of course. She'd had no luck so far - in fact, there was no sign of anybody around that she could see. The hallways were empty and largely silent, fluorescent lights humming overhead and rows of lockers blurring into one single, uniform mass. Anna had just realized that she should go back and check all the classrooms for the two lovers when she noticed something that stood out quite clearly.

It was a pair of panties, half-hanging off the top of a nearby row of lockers. "Seriously?" Anna muttered disbelievingly. So much for the two trying to be discreet! As she walked closer, she noticed even more clothing strewn randomly about - some of which she could definitely recognize as belonging to her two lost friends. She really was surprised - the two had stripped down to absolutely nothing, from the looks of it. What on earth were they thinking, doing that in the school? It was so...dangerous. Risqué.

She pictured it in her mind: Claire and Stacey, walking down the hall. Holding hands, certainly, maybe even snuggled up together closely, exchanging dirty whispers. Kissing passionately, like she'd caught them doing before. And then, more than just kissing, hands roaming all over each other, hoarse pleas for attention, for release, and then an animalistic lust, tearing off clothing and scattering it to the winds -

Anna caught herself and wondered why she was thinking about it in such detail. She'd never thought of her friends sexually before, even after she discovered they'd be interested in her - largely because she never thought she'd be interested in them. But something about it now got her hot under the collar, almost panting in need, her hand down her pants and massaging at her wet pussy.

Guiltily she jerked her hand back out, even as her body whined at her. What was wrong with her? Masturbating to the thought of her friends having sex, running their hands over each other - she shook her head violently. And in the middle of the hallway, too! What if someone saw her?

Steadfastly ignoring the part of her mind that whispered how hot it would be if she was caught like that, she shakily looked around again, trying to track the mess in the hallway to its source. A couple of classrooms struck her as suspects, and she took a couple of steps towards the nearest one only to have her shoe splash in something wet.

Anna bent down to examine the puddle on the floor. A milky white liquid snaked from a nearby classroom door several feet down the hallway to where she stood. Cautiously, the girl dipped a couple fingers into the liquid, then brought them to her nose and sniffed. It smelled amazing, and without hesitating Anna thrust her fingers into her mouth and licked them clean.

Part of her was demanding to know why on earth she'd decided to sample the mysterious liquid she found on the floor, another part was desperately reassuring itself that the floor was clean so it was fine, but the largest part was reveling in just how delicious the milk - for that's what it was - had been. Anna had never really cared for milk, even as a kid, but this stuff was amazing. It took all her willpower not to bend over and lap at the puddle. Instead, she looked up to the door from which the milk was originating.

"Stacey?" she called uncertainly. "Claire?"

No response.

"G-girls." Anna shuddered from a sudden pleasure. "Quit...quit, ah, horsing around in there, would you? I wanted to...wanted to..."

Whatever she was trying to say, already half-remembered, was swept away by the sudden torrent of heat and pleasure that crashed over her. She fell back, leaning against the lockers, half-landing in the puddle. Her hands worked desperately at her clothing, practically ripping it from her body in her all-consuming need. This must have been what they felt, she thought, and with that the fantasies returned with a vengeance. It wasn't her hands but Claire's that cupped and squeezed her tits, not her fingers but Stacey's tongue that circled her clit. Anna moaned loudly and longingly, oblivious to the chorus of moans that answered her from the classroom and a nearby closet as she finally freed herself from her cloth confines and masturbated freely.

It was like nothing she'd ever experienced before. Sure, Anna had masturbated plenty of times; she'd even been eaten out once while sixty-nining a guy at a particularly crazy party. None of it came close to this - she felt so alive, every nerve alight, her entire body hundreds of times more sensitive than it ever had been before. The sensation of brown fur sprouting all over her body was at once alien and overwhelmingly pleasurable. A sudden pressure from where her rear met the locker behind her urged Anna to move, half-rotating as one hand took a moment's break to guide a new tail of black hair safely out from the base of her spine.

Anna shifted position again, spreading her legs out to grant them the freedom they needed to change. Her socks, the only clothing that had survived her frenzied assault, stretched and tore as her feet shifted into solid black hooves, while her legs elongated and became more muscled. Her hips widened even further, ass expanding to give her an incredibly curvaceous figure. Every change felt absolutely amazing to her, driving any speck of concern over what was happening to her from her mind.

The hand that was groping her boobs kept finding more and more to grope, Anna noticed distantly. Never particularly well-endowed, she looked down to find her bust swelling considerably, well outstripping anyone she'd seen outside of digitally-enhanced swimsuit models. She flicked her head to remove a lock of black hair that had drifted into her vision, a small part of her noting that she used to be a brunette with hair that she kept way too short to fall into her eyes like that. Meanwhile, she failed to notice her hands as they shifted, nails growing to form hard black tips; her ears also escaped her notice as they migrated to the top of her head and grew pointed.

The changes to her face could not escape her attention, of course - her nose elongating and taking her mouth along with it as it formed a muzzle, her teeth flattening and widening into those more suited for an herbivore. But at this point Anna couldn't care less. Pleasure was all that filled her mind, driving fantasies of her friends fingering her, or a well-endowed stallion fucking her hard from behind. It didn't matter - pleasure was what she wanted, what she was made for, her entire reason for existence, and all other concerns disappeared in the face of that newfound certainty.

Her changes completed as two small lumps formed just above her groin, nipples atop tiny mounds, barely visible through her fur. Despite their size, they were (of course) incredibly sensitive, and it was a stray thumb flicking across them that provided the spike needed to send Anna over the edge. The new mare whinnied loudly, screaming her immense pleasure to the world as a mind-blowing orgasm swept over her. She twitched and convulsed for nearly minute, gasping and moaning desperately as she rode the wave of ecstasy that seemed to last for an eternity. Finally it ended, leaving her panting and idly stroking one breast, her mind blank from the sheer force of it.

"Christ, did you do a number on her."

"You think it was just her? Please. Show a little faith in my abilities."

"I don't see anyone else."

"One moment." Fingers snapped, and Anna found herself climbing to her feet - hooves - and paying rapt attention. She barely noticed the others filing out into the hallway from their various hiding spots, much less the changes similar to her own that they'd undergone. None of it mattered now - only one thing did, and they all knew it.

"Shit, getting a little ambitious, aren't you? Six at once is a bit too large of a group, wouldn't you say?"

"As if you haven't been dreaming of a windfall like this? Relax, I can handle it. Besides, it wasn't quite intentional - I just released the agent and left it to work its magic. The results are, as you can see, quite impressive."

"I get it, I get it, you're a professional, very nice, yada yada. Can we get a move on? That racket'll bring the entire school down on us any minute now."

"I told you, I'd handle it. And I have handled it. But I suppose you're right, no sense in dawdling. Ladies?"

Six sets of eyes locked on to a single target.

"You'll be following me now, quickly and quietly. No distractions. Understood?"

"Yes, sir," six voices chorused.

"Good. You have a bright future ahead of you. This way."