It would be close to an hour before Jessica returned to the Stables with Steve, thanks to her deciding to go off the trail and into the woodland area proper, in part to enjoy the time she had essentially to herself, but mainly so that she had a chance to reminisce about the crazy week she’d had so far.
The late afternoon breeze rustled through the trees warmly brushing her bare half-equine frame, hardening her nipples, giggling softly while she squeezed her large breasts together with her arms.
Sunlight dancing through the thick trees, her hoofed feet nestled firmly in the stirrups, Jessica’s mind wandered back to the preceding week.
[+]
One Week Ago…
“For now, your primary role will be the tending of the horses in these stables, and by extension, the stables themselves.” Monica, her to-be Supervisor explained as Jessica was given the tour.
One thing Jessica noted was the sheer size of the individual stables, enough for two, maybe three horses at once, but being consistently labelled as one-per. And one thing she didn’t, her hair shifting from its natural blonde to a cream-yellow as it visibly grew longer.
“There’s a lot of empty stalls here.” One more thing she registered, even as her ears lengthened and moved to the top of her head.
“We expected them to be filled shortly.” Monica reassured her, the real reason for her smile being as she saw how Jessica’s clothes tightened over her. “Now, this way.” She motioned for the still-changing Jessica to follow her.
It took them to the end of the stables, a large inset storage closet, neatly arranged rows of equipment and gear. Clearly a lot invested in this place, something that made Jessica suck in a deep breath in awe, and thus blew open her blouse, fur-coated breasts bouncing free with her bra snapping open too. Along with her crotch being visible if you looked at it just right with her pants ripping open, which in turn permitted her new tail to swish free.
“Needless to say, this is where you’ll find everything you need to perform your duties,” Monica continued, keeping an eye on her latest recruit in anticipation of the critical moment, it would be soon. “overalls, rakes and shovels, and this is where the running taps are. You’ll have one made to fit when you officially begin working here, understand so far?” The now-naked half-horse Jessica nodded her understanding.
“Good, one more stop and that’ll be it.”
A few minutes later and they had arrived in Monica’s small office, and by this point, Jessica could only just slide in through the door. In fact, as she tried to stand up again, her balance gave, hoofed forelegs dancing around as she tried to steady herself, saved when a heavy hand from behind offered the needed support for her to stabilise.
“Take a seat.” Monica helped her into the massive waiting chair, and now Jessica noticed that something was off.
Now she actually looked at herself, and realised what she was becoming. A panicked whinny that was cut off when her eyes came across Monica.
Having opened up her coveralls, it was clear not only that she’d not been wearing anything beneath it, but was now covered in white fur, a horse head set atop it with platinum-blonde mane.
“Stay in the seat, and I’ll explain.” Monica stated calmly, but leaving no room for manoeuvre as she finished stripping herself down, placing her own naked semi-equine body on the seat opposite Jessica.
“Now it’s obvious that this is coming as a shock to you.” She began, hoofed foot over knee, looking very comfortable with how she was. “But it’s something you’ll need to become used to if you wish to continue working in the role you’ve been offered.”
“That’s…putting it mildly.” Jessica answered, a little surprise at her largely unaffected speech.
“Perhaps, but, if you play your cards right, and with enough practice, you’ll be able to enjoy human, horse, and in-between.” Monica’s hand shifting into a hoof and back again to emphasise her point.
“So this is how it works. You keep doing your job, what you’re told to do, and you’ll be provided with what you need to resume your human body.” She rose a hand to cut Jessica off. “Yes, I know I just showed it can be done without external aid, but that’s only possible with practice, until then, you’ll be depending on what you’re given. Assuming you’re still willing, of course.”
[+]
Back in the Present…
As the minutes ticked away, it dawned on Jessica that her own transformation was advancing again, the hands which had been holding the reins had become hooves while she’d been recalling the past few days.
“Guess it’s really wearing off now.” She mused calmly, a short tug on the reins adjusting her course as she adjusted her widening rump on the saddle.
In the end, she’d agreed to the deal, once the shock had worn off and she’d been able to think it over that is. After all, it wasn’t every day she wound up being a part of something, as, surreal, as this. All things considered, it wasn’t particularly bad, just, needed some getting used to.
And feeling her breasts slide down her slowly barrelling chest before the transformation stalled again, she gave Steve a quick nudge in the sides, upping the pace to a quick trot.
“Maybe I should’ve stuck to the trail.” She admitted to herself, keeping control over her mount with effort, wondering if she’d make it back before she finished reverting to full horse. “Still, should be fun.” Jessica nickered, still intent on staying in the saddle as long as she could.