Kylie pulled Jen along her length, like some kind of horse futa onahole. The horse virus was now no match for raw sexual power, although it had weakened in response to being in control of the beings it had corrupted in the first place. It would now take quite a bit more of the goo to get the same level of transformations as before, although neither Jen nor Kylie would be complaining about that-- it just meant that the two would have to have even more sex than before. Jen's hungry pussy was flooded with hot corruptive spooge, her mate was pumping her at maximum force, all of the nozzles along Kylie's cock firing in waves. The sensations were similar to a vibrator, but better, as the nozzles themselves were twitching against Jen's inner walls as well.
Kylie thrusted a bundle of tentacles into Jen's panting, whinnying maw. They took a moment to fill her mouth with milk for lubrication before they were all shoved down her throat at once. The tentacles in her tummy unloaded inside of her, flushing her system with sweet, corrupt fluids. Soon, all three of Jen's holes were gushing with cum and milk, even before this point her body had started to respond to the sudden influx of juices. Kylie moaned as she felt Jen convulse around cock and nipples. Eventually she just dropped her lover, letting her lay in the puddle of slime. There were still parts of Jen's body that hadn't been coated and soaked yet though, so Kylie took a step back and started to hose her down with her primary cock cannon. Even with Jen's body entirely full, she still tried to catch the corruptive cum that was being shot at her in her mouth. Kylie twisted her tentacles around Jen, spurting more of her cream across Jen's fur, making sure to work the juices into her cum sponge's skin.
Jen's eight fingers elongated, or rather, her hands split, all the way down to her wrists, which began to split as well. Her arms were being converted into four tentacles each. The hair on them fell out, making the changed appendages smooth yet still soft. The keratin of her former hoof nails receded down the length of each twisting shaft, shifting into rings at the middle- one for every four tentacles. Jen's tentacles then began to bulk up, and the tips of them took on a more phallic appearance, specifically, they looked like the heads of equine cocks. Jen groaned in delight as her body continued to process the milk and cum that was soaked into her fur and dripping from nearly every orifice. She could feel herself stretching taller and her muscles compacting and rebuilding over themselves.
As Jen came to match Kylie's height, she compelled the rings around her "arms" to slide all the way down to her shoulders, letting her many tentacles wave freely through the air. She whinnied in pleasure as she came from each of one, showering the lobby in her corrupt cum.