The thirty-five minutes it took Jessica to return to the stables with the newly-transformed Steve passed by quietly, the only item of interest being another pair of ‘fresh meat’ she spotted heading out through the trees, one already holding the reins with her hooves.
‘Most likely the last batch of the day.’ She noted, catching sight of the Sun setting.
Not that she could spend time thinking about that given she still had her own task to complete. And with the stable in sight now, she manoeuvred Steve that way, back under its roof within minutes.
Once Steve was in a free stable, Jessica took a moment to think about this crazy day. From setting the bait to bring Steve to this place, making sure he was in the right place to be caught in the web, making sure he didn’t suspect a thing, then bringing him in here. Yep, a pretty crazy day for her.
“It’s done then?” A voice called out, accompanied by heavy hoof stomps, and when Jessica turned to face its source, she recognised the voice as being that of the attendant, Monica(?). That was her name.
Only now she didn’t appear at all like how she had when Steve had first arrived, though still familiar enough for Jessica to not be shocked. Easily eight foot of brown fur and black mane, heavy with muscle, and an even larger cleavage than Jessica possessed, face marked with a light stripe running down its middle and a muzzle that matched her mane colour.
“All done.” Jessica pointed over to Steve where Monica now stood to make her own appraisal, giving Jessica a great view of her ass when she leaned over, crimson-red elbow-length riding gloves all that Monica was wearing.
“Good. Good.” She murmured to herself, before turning to face Jessica. “The Boss is ready to see you now, this way.” She motioned for her to follow, taking them through a different door, to a place Jessica hadn’t yet seen.
Through the main corridor, they came what had to be either a veterinarian or lab, perhaps both. The surprise for Jessica however, was less who and more what was working there. Another like Monica and herself, a bipedal gator, and a cougar. Only the last one having a lab coat on, and not closed leaving her front exposed.
A flight of stairs later and they were at their destination, a door with the words ‘Samson McCreary’ over it. Rapping the door, Monica spoke up.
“Mr Samson? Jessica is here for you now.”
“Good, send her in.” A deep voice called back, to which Monica complied with a hand wave towards Jessica.
Stepping inside, the first thing Jessica noticed was that for its sheer size, it was relatively Spartan. A massive desk with oversized chairs in the centre, to her right, a set of filing cabinets, and the left had a few plants and couches. Then the desk chair turned and she saw Mr Samson for the first time.
Black all over with a matching mane, bare chest, arms, and even neck rippling with power.
“First off. Congratulations on your successful Field Test.” He began, the door no longer muffling his voice, Jessica could now hear its full bass. “I believe you’ve demonstrated properly that you’re one I can trust.”
“Th-thank you Mr Samson.” Jessica managed, actually a little entranced by this power and vitality he exuded as she took the other seat.
“You’re quite welcome.” He chuckled lightly, before turning to business. “Now Jessica, there is another matter I called you here for. You see, we have in the past few weeks become rather…how shall I put it? Successful. And we’re beginning to run out of space.”
“And what does that mean? Exactly?”
“What it means, is that we need to re-house a few.” Samson explained, rising out of his chair and heading to the cabinets.
It was now Jessica could see that he did have something on, a pair of navy-blue trousers. That and he hadn’t put them on properly, left open at the front and letting his large black cock hang loose. It was when he reached the cabinets, leaning down to the lowest drawer that they slid some more, dropping past his firm buttocks, and permitting Jessica a view of his large balls.
Seemingly unconcerned with his sliding pants, he simply handed the file he’d brought with him over to her and took his own seat again.
“That there is the files for the farmlands we own, directions, layouts.” Samson explained. “I’ll need you and Monica to take a few of the horses over there. Now, is there anything you’d like to say?”
“There is one.” Jessica admitted, pointing to herself. “This. How I look. Is this? Permanent?”
“Yes.” Samson answered simply. “That is your new form for good. Any attempt to deviate and it will force itself back into that form eventually, as you no doubt witnessed earlier.”
“I…see.” Jessica quietly replied, recalling how even before she and Steve set out, she’d already started reverting to her half-equine form.
“Having said that, there is a workaround that will allow you to either be completely human or horse, for a time.” Her downcast mood being something that didn’t escape Samson’s notice. “Monica will show you what I mean when you and her head out this night.”
“Night?” Jessica cut in.
“Yes. It’s a six-seven hour drive from here to the farmlands, so you’d best get some rest now.” He was about ready to dismiss her when he added a detail he realised he’d overlooked. “One more thing. Monica is travelling with you since she booked and received a short vacation there, along with David you’ve also been booked in as well, so for the next few days, I hope you can enjoy yourself.” He finished with a small smile.
“I-I’ll try to. Thanks.” Jessica managed.
“Good. Now, you’d best be off now. You head out at eleven pm.” Samson ended their discussion letting Jessica let herself out with the files offered, leaving him alone to continue his own work. And slip out a small vial from the desk drawer, that he kept his gaze on for some time.