Jeff's vision was swimming from the pain in his shoulder or collarbone. The Amazonian figure of Jesse standing over him seemed as sturdy as a mountain, as dangerous as a tiger. His jutting equine muzzle opened as he trembled and began to let out miserable sobs for mercy and pity.
"Please Jesse!" He said, voice thick with pain and the difficulty of speaking with his fat inhuman tongue and equine teeth. "I didn't mean to do this, I swear I will fix it."
The response was the heavy clatter of the keyboard as Jesse made adjustments, "Fuck you dumb ass. You had your chance to use this nifty little toy. Now I am going to fix both of us." She lifted a foot and pressed it down on Jake's shoulder, drawing a scream out of the pony boy.
"Please! I swear! I'll do whatever you want!" Jake screamed, tears rolling down his muzzle at the pain and desperation of the moment. He could see between Jesse's legs where she stood over him, her thick bush not concealing the thick and now dripping labia and throbbing clit.
"Correct." Jesse said, making more adjustments. As Jake squirmed she pushed down again, more pain and more screaming that no one outside the room reacted to. She must already have made some changes Jake realized, if no one was coming for them. "You will do whatever I want, but I want you to really understand what I am doing first, Jakey. You're mine now. Everyone thinks of you as my property." She smirks, "I could crush your skull if I wanted to and no one would think twice. But I have better ideas. I'm going to take the best of what you've given me, and make you my little mewling pet as punishment for fucking with this machine, for changing me and fucking with me. You'll be my permanent little pony toy, and I'll be using this." She hammered on the Chronivac once more and Jake could feel himself changing physically.
He cried out, sobbing, begging and pleading, but she kept explaining. His form grew slender, soft, effete, even though his equine cock kept its size. "You were such an idiot. This thing could give you a world, and you just thought about your dick. Well you'll see just what a pain that can be."
Jake squirmed and twitched, as his somewhat ungainly partial equine form became more and more delicately made, his hair and fur and tail all going to shades of vivid pink even as his cock started to swell and throb, even though he was still in agony from the bones shattered in his shoulder. A few moments was all it took to turn him into an erect pink pony-boy, paralyzed by pain and a massive throbbing erection, needy and desperate.
"I'll change myself next, Jakey, but you should know you can't come without my permission. You'll be hard forever, unless I say the magic words, and that will only give you four hours of relief from your priapism. You see, I like this dominant streak you've given me, but it's not exactly right. You stripped parts of me away, parts I can barely remember. So I'll rebuild them. I'll give myself back a kind streak to match the cruelty you gave me, return the desires I used to have before you made me this caricature. I'll give myself pheromones to make men and women mad with lust, and I'll give myself a body I like a bit better." The changes occurred moments after and Jesse shuddered. The thick forest of hair on her muscled body disappeared and though she stayed extremely tall, the definition of the muscle on her body decreased, filling out to a more hourglass form over powerful muscles. She kept her tits small though, and her clitoris and pussy only grew in size, puffing out and glistening, drooling down her thighs.
Jake whimpered, giving up on begging, head swimming, "Lastly Jake, I'm taking your name. I'm making you submissive to me. I'm making it so you can never touch this Chronivac of yours. And last of all I will fix your arm."
A croaked, hoarse "No," was all Jake could muster before he felt the pain dissipating from his shoulder. Honeysuckle stopped squirming, cock still achingly hard, painfully even, but the pain in his shoulder gone entirely as he looked up at Jesse. He felt nothing for her until she spoke, "Stand," and then something in him seemed to lurch. Every atom of his mind and body wanted to obey. He was standing before he even knew it, and she was smirking at him. He could smell the musky pheromones rolling off of Jesse but they could do no more to his arousal than she already had. He whimpered and squirmed and when she told him to stay in his room he nodded, too eagerly. Smirking Jesse smiled, "I am tempted to put you to use again, Honeysuckle. But I have bigger ideas. I'll be back. Guard the Chronivac, don't let anyone take it away from here."
The pitiful pink pony squirmed and nodded, oh so eagerly, even as Jesse turned and left him alone in a room of broken furniture and reeking horse cum. There was nothing for Honeysuckle to do but...