Lib was having the weirdest day.
Despite everything these past few minutes, the pony stallion still remembered he was once a little girl named Libby. She had wanted to ride ponies with her big sister Nadia, but now? Now they've become ponies being ridden by two other girls! All thanks to this strange witch's magic.
And oh, he loved it! It was a feeling he couldn't explain when he was just 'Libby', but he loved acting like a big, heavy beast, and be ridden and treated like just another animal. He loved his giant dickie, and how it exploded and dripped with goop when he got that strange excitement. It was weird, but also amazing!
So despite his human self still remaining, Lib happily played the part of a horse, and let his new pony instincts take control. He wondered if Nadia felt the same way; it seemed like his big sis was playing her pony role better than he was. Lib was glad.
But then...some new weird feelings had come, too. It's all thanks to Miss Angie again, Lib still couldn't believe the witch had turned his and big sister's riders into pony parts! Now, he couldn't help but stare at the girl's face that now replaced Nadia's vagina. He could even smell her. Oh, it was so good, so....temping.
Lib felt his penis, or his rider Olivia, going erect, as he snorted through his big, dark nostrils. Yes, Lib thought, hungrily. He liked it. That scent...Nadia....he wanted her.....
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"I think Lib's getting into it," said Miss Angie, smiling as Lib bent his snout up to Nadia's butt. Nadia neighed quietly, as the stallion sniffed at Heather's face; now helplessly trapped right below Nadia's horse pucker and furry buttcheeks. Heather blushed and giggled as Lib lathered her face with his tongue; painting her with saliva as she felt Lib's breaths right up close to her.
"Alright, big boy Lib, said Miss Angie. She patted the stallion's neck. "Remember, easy does it. Slowly...."
But Lib was getting impatient. With a huff, the pony stallion stepped forth, and hopped his forehooves from the ground; climbing atop his former big sister's rump.
"H-huh?", Olivia stammered, as she felt herself jutting upwards. The horsecock girl was stiffening once again, but now thanks to her pony's position, she was now looking right at her friend Heather. The two girls' faces were now just inches apart.
"Hi Olivia!" giggled Heather. Olivia smiled back. But then, she yelped as Lib bucked, causing Olivia's still humanlike head to be shoved forth. He missed his mark though, and the cockgirl found herself bumping against Nadia's left buttock.
"Woah, careful boy!" said Miss Angie, as she touched upon Lib's neck again. Immediately, Lib calmed, and stopped trying to thrust Olivia into his mate. The cockgirl found herself spitting out a few horsehairs from Nadia.
"Sorry, Olivia!, looks like he's still practicing." The witch bent down. With one hand on the stallion's belly, Miss Angie put his other hand on Olivia's cock-body. "Miss Alright, boy, nice and slow....find your target...."
With just a little adjustment, Miss Angie angled the girl right at Heather's body again. Miss Angie's devious smile grew.
"Um...Miss Angie? Dickies are supposed to fit inside a vagina, right?", Olivia asked, as she and Heather met eyes again. "So am I going to- AH!"
Lib thrusted again. This time, though, Lib was on mark, and Olivia found her face bumping right at Heather, with their lips meeting in a kiss. The girls' eyes went wide with shock, and cheeks went pink. Neither of them could move their heads away.
For a moment, Heather tried to resist, and she looked at Olivia with ashamed, apologetic eyes. Olivia had the same expression. How could she? Her best friend in the world, and she was getting this close to her?
But the kiss stayed. And the longer they stared into each other's eyes, the more the girls found it...pleasant.
Lib moved off again, pulling Olivia back with him. The two girls eyed each other, in disbelief at what they just did. Incredulously, Olivia smiled and giggled, and so did Heather.
The stallion thrusted. Again, Olivia and Heather met lips. This time, they closed their eyes, and let it happen.
There was a strange feeling between the girls. Not the feeling that came with becoming horse parts. No, this was far more innocent. Of butterflies fluttering in their stomachs (even though they don't quite have those anymore), and a warmth of just being close to one another. A feeling that everything was just right, now that they were together. And they had each other.
Miss Angie beamed as she watched. She had planned to make matchmaker between Lib and Nadia, yes, but that was more of a bonding moment between sisters. No...this was her real matchmaking target. A pair of friends who didn't know how much they loved each other, until now.
Young love, thought Miss Angie, wistfully. She gave the kids another minute, before she made Lib move once more.
Olivia and Heather found themselves apart again, by just an inch. Now, the little girls looked at each other in a new, loving light. They now noticed each other's warm breath, and the deep color of their eyes. Their beautiful lips, and their cute cheeks and noses. Heather never realised now wonderful Olivia's hair looked...
"Olivia!", Heather uttered, suddenly concerned. "Your hair!"
Sure enough, Olivia's curly hair was falling from her scalp, which was also flattening. The cockgirl's ears were also melting away, though somehow she could still hear things. Her head was now being sculpted to look more like a horse's cocktip, barely wider than the rest of her cock body.
"What's happening?", Olivia asked, confused. Her head was now reduced to a flared head surrounded by a fleshy ring, with just her human face left on its front.
"You look just like a dickie now!", said Heather. "You look so cool!"
"Do you really like it?"
Heather grinned. Weirdly, she found it hard to do, as her teeth were suddenly feeling smaller. In fact, they were vanishing into thin air.
"Your teeth!", exclaimed Olivia, as Heather felt her now-empty gums with her tongue. Her nose was also sinking into her face, with nostrils closing up.
"I fink my mouff ith thurning intho aaah...augh??"
Heather couldn't speak words anymore, as her tongue found itself sticking to the bottom of her jaw. It morphed into a round, smaller lump stuck right under her lower lip, forming a hood that hung downwards.
Even more drastically, Heather's lips began to pucker up, while a crack painlessly grew on the top of her lips; stretching over the space where her nose once was. Heather nearly went cross eyed as she tried looking at her growing pussy-mouth.
"Whoa, you're turning darker too!", said Olivia. The peachy skin around Heather's new orifice was now shifting into a leathery black. The remaining pink skin on the edges was then covered by Nadia's brown fur, including around Heather's eyes.
Olivia was mesmerized, as her friend finished her transformation into a pony's vagina. Besides the girl's blue eyes, there was almost nothing left of Heather's humanity.
"Mhh...huuuhh?" Heather's voice was muffled and distorted, but Olivia could still recognize it. Her vaginal lips didn't move.
Olivia sniffed. There was a musky smell coming from Heather's new vagina-mouth. To anyone human, it wasn't anything pleasant. It was an animal's musk, the dank scent of a creature eager to rut. And yet...
"You smell nice!", said Olivia. Heather looked pleased at the complement.
Without warning, though, Lib bucked his hips forward again, and Olivia's head bumped right into Heather's large vagina mouth. The cockgirl took in her friend's scent in full, as her nose nuzzled within the equine labia.
"Uhhrrh!", Heather moaned. Wishing to tease her friend further, Olivia stuck her tongue out, and licked into Heather's transformed mouth. Heather cooed loudly, as Olivia tasted her insides. Even a taste of her leaking fluids, which Olivia found just as delicious.
But she had barely any time for it, as Lib thrusted once more. And with one push, Olivia's head was forced entirely into Heather.
Heather's eyes bulged as she felt Olivia entering, stretching her lips open and pushing into her throat-turned-birth canal. Every touch against Olivia's body was incredible! Like a loving embrace, Heather clamped her long throat tight around her friend, even as she rammed into her like a jackhammer.
Meanwhile, the cockgirl found herself engulfed in tight, fleshy darkness. The pressure of Heather's insides pushed into Olivia's body, and it made her penile form buzz with electrifying pleasure, and she begged to be pushed in more. A creamy liquid was coming out of Olivia's mouth. It tasted salty and delicious, and it mixed wonderfully with her friend's own fluids. Olivia didn't bother to force it in.
Outside, Lib thrusted freely into his mate Nadia, who stood her ground neighing in pleasure. Any thoughts of his past humanity were forgotten. For now, all the pony cared for was fucking his mare with his cock. Nadia, in turn, was happy to let her mighty stallion take her. They felt into a steady, rapid rhythm, all while giving their fused riders no small amount of ecstasy.
"Oh, they're really getting into it now!", said Miss Angie, gleefully. The witch petted Nadia's flank, and pulled up her tail for a better view of the mating stallion. Lib had gotten so deep into Nadia, that the stallion's big testicles were slapping against Heather's closed eyes.
Heather didn't mind it. Her thoughts were busy begging for more of Olivia inside her. She loved her...she wanted both of them to feel wonderful together! And make their ponies feel wonderful too! With each slap of Lib's testicles, Heather's eyes cletched tighter together. And the girl barely noticed as her eyes sealed shut all together.
Within Heather, Olivia was also getting drunk with pleasure. As the vaginal walls squeezed her whole being, it felt like her own face was being rearranged. Olivia's eyes and nose felt numb, and all that seemed to remain was her mouth. Yet she couldn't feel her tongue or teeth, or even speak; she could only gape open in a pucker as more strange cream leaked out.
Amidst the heat, the pressure, and the strange flavors from both Heather and herself, Olivia felt something huge bubbling. Heather felt it too.
"Almost there!", Miss Angie encouraged the stallion, as his balls tightened and one last gurgling moan came out from Nadia's vagina. "Come on, fill her up!"
Lib thrashed harder, until neither ponies, nor Olivia and Heather, could hold it any longer.
It was like an explosion. Olivia erupted a torrent of seed into both Heather and Nadia, mixing with their own vaginal juices. It was so filling, that it spurted out from Heather's vagina-mouth, even as it was clogged up by Olivia's shaft body. Wave after wave, it came, with each one knocking Olivia and Heather's senses about. And all the while, Lib and Nadia neighed in beastly ecstasy, with their heads raised into the air. Lib let his tongue hanging out his mouth, as he let out a wild bellow into the air.
Thanks to Miss Angie's magic, the orgasm lasted almost an entire minute. By the end, a satisfied Lib stepped himself off of his mate.
Olivia flopped out, with horse cum dumping out of Heather's gaping mouth, and onto the ground. The girl's face was gone; in its place was a dark pink surface with only a gaping, puckered urethra.
Lib dipped his tongue again into his mare's vagina, lapping up his own seed. Heather's eyes were gone, too. Both girls were now nothing but their ponies' genitals.
Their minds were still there, however. Miss Angie could sense it, even though the girls nearly mentally blacked out from their shared orgasm.
"Olivia? Heather?, said Miss Angie, gently petting Nadia's rump. "Can you hear me?"
There was no response. However, Angie could hear the stirrings of thoughts from both Nadia and Lib's genitals. They seemed tired and dazed.
Miss Angie smiled. "It feels wonderful, doesn't it? You helped your ponies fall in love! You should both be very proud of yourselves."
No response. But upon waiting, Angie sensed slight feelings of satisfaction from Olivia and Heather. And a glowing happiness, too.
"You know, I think I can turn you girls back soon," said Miss Angie. "Why don't you relax for awhile? Forget about worries. Just ride along...and be part of your ponies."
Miss Angie walked over to Nadia's backside. Gently petting Lib aside, the witch then knelt down, and faced the vagina that was once Heather. She was still dripping from her leathery black labia-mouth. Nadia's tail waved about.
"You can kind of see me, right, Heather?", said Miss Angie. "That's a magical sight I've given you. Not quite like human eyes, but you'll get a sense of what's around you."
More thoughts. Heather seemed to understand. Though she also seemed confused, with made Miss Angie giggle.
"Goodness, it's like you're not quite sure if your name is Heather anymore!", said the witch. "Hmmm...maybe it shouldn't be. After all, what kind of vagina has a name?"
Heather seemed to agree. At least, a little.
"No. You're not Heather anymore," said Miss Angie, gently. She brushed a hand around the edges of the large, dark-colored slit, and over the furred flesh where a little girl's blue eyes used to be. "You're a vagina. A big, musky pony's vagina. You belong to a pony called Nadia. You help her pee, and you love it when big horsy penises go inside you."
Heather liked hearing that. Yes, the changed girl thought, amidst her stupor. Miss Angie was right!
"That's right. You love gobbling up horse dicks. You love being filled up, and you love drinking up their seed. And you also love carrying your mare's babies, and birthing them out of you. Because that's what you are. A vagina. A horse's pussy. A tasty, delicious cunt."
Miss Angie dipped her face in, and licked right into the vagina. Nadia didn't resist, and stood calmly. The vagina that was once Heather, however, relished in the feeling.
Cheekily, Miss Angie lapped up the cum around her lips. "What do you think, Nadia's cunt? Do you like that?"
The pony pussy did. It liked all the names Miss Angie gave it. And she was right! It was just a part of Nadia now, and it felt relaxing and warm. Better yet, it could feel its friend...no, its lover, right nearby all the time.
"Seems like you do," said Miss Angie. She stood up. "Why don't you show me? Make me believe you're really a vagina. A nice, pony's vagina."
How? The vagina wondered. But it soon understood, and acted.
A stream of urine sprinkled out of the mare's snatch, and onto the grass below; mixing with the cum on the ground. Miss Angie grinned. It was as foul and ammonia-smelling as it always was, but for a vagina? The vagina loved it. And it was proud to help its pony empty its bladder.
"That's a good pussy," praised the witch. "Now...Olivia."
As the trickle continued, Miss Angie turned her attention to the floppy pony's cock hanging underneath Lib. It was just slipping back into Lib's sheath.
Miss Angie knelt down and held the transformed Olivia with her hands. "Olivia. You've made such a wonderful penis today," said Miss Angie, facing right at the cocktip that once held a child's face. "I bet you'd like to stay like this, too! Just for a little while."
Olivia made a thought of agreement.
"Alright then," replied Angie. "You're not Olivia. You're a penis. A cock. A long, pony's dick, belonging to a nice stallion named Lib. You'll help him pee, too. And you'll like getting big and hard, when Nadia and her lovely pussy wants to play. You love filling that pussy up, and getting squeezed and thrusted in. You love shooting your creamy cum into her, and giving Nadia babies. Because that's what a good pony's cock does. A big, mighty cock."
The pony penis liked hearing this. Smiling, Miss Angie kissed it too. The woman dug her tongue into its mouth-turned-urethra and cleaned it diligently of cum. It quite enjoyed the feeling.
Soon, Miss Angie let go. With a joyful glow, Lib's cock snaked back into Lib's sheath completely, leaving just its very tip poking out of the flesh pocket.
Lib's dick, thought the living organ. Yes. It was Lib's penis. A good penis. And it was going to do a good job!
Without even needing any word from Miss Angie, the stallion's penis let out its own stream of tasty, acidic urine too, splashing on the grass.
Giggling, Miss Angie stood back up, and rubbed Lib's neck. He and Nadia were no longer siblings, but loving mates with no memory of their humanity whatsoever. And yet their love for each other still remained.
"You did a great job, boy," she whispered into the pony stallion's ear, as the pony whickered. "Now, let's take you and Nadia home!" She walked over to take Nadia by the leash, all while Lib continued peeing.
Underneath Lib, the pony's cock didn't even mind being suddenly ignored. The only attention it ever needs is Nadia, and the mare's lovely, stinky cunt. The cock hoped it was seeing how good it was, at being a pony's peehole.
And Nadia's vagina did. Thanks to Miss Angie's magic, the ponies' sex parts could get a sense of each other's thoughts, and would never feel alone. The vagina could sense the sheathed cock's pride, and it approved.
Miss Angie noticed this, and with another devious smile, she cast another spell.
At once, the mare's vagina let out another stream of piss, while the stallion's cock refused to stop peeing. This went on even as Lib and Nadia trotted after Miss Angie, as she led the ponies side-by-side towards the exit out of the meadow. It's as if their bladders would never completely empty themselves; giving the genitals an endless taste of delicious urine.
Mission accomplished, thought Miss Angie, pleasingly. She led the ponies on the trail by their leashes, passing by the corridor of trees and shrub from before. Soon, they made it back to the main trail, and headed towards the direction of the pony ranch.
Four girls who've had a most wonderful day, all thanks to her! Maybe she should let it end there?
Well, there is Heather's mother, thought Miss Angie. She met her earlier, and she was the one who brought Olivia and Heather here in the first place. Angie had to figure out whether to change the kids back soon, or give fun to one more person.
If she did turn her into something, though, what would it be?
As Miss Angie mulled over this, she grinned as she heard the thoughts of Lib and Nadia's genitals. The pony sex organs were sharing feelings of love towards each other, even as they emptied their ponies' bladders from their once-human mouths...