“Hey, Fulbright, how goes the last day?” A tall, tan man in his later thirties greets a woman packing up some drone supplies. Nearby, a herd of wild zebra plunk their muzzles down in a watering hole – an Oasis in the hot savannah boarding the northeast edge of Namibia.
“For the last time, George! I may have gotten here on a Fulbright but call me Jenn!” The brunette chuckled. “J-E-N-N. I know there’s not much going on in that head of yours, but I figured you remember at least that after me being here for three whole months!”
“Just sayin’ how impressed I am with ya! I’ve hardly met anyone who got a Fulbright Scholarship, and I’ve never dreamed that someone like you would bother coming down to our neck of Africa to use it!” George chuckled, clearly trying to flatter her. “And you deserved that award! Your project here gave us a lot of data, really lets us know where our wildlife reserve here stands!”
He pulled out a tiny bottle with a shot of reddish liquid in it from his pocket, tossing it to Jenn. It was one of those shot-sized bottles the folks around here used to drink Schnaps out of on special occasions. “Cheers, Jenn! That’s the last one I got and I think you’ve earned it!”
“Thanks! Hope my professors at graduate school agree.” Jenn chuckled, snapping open the cap of the bottle, pressing the tip to her mouth and throwing up her head to chug it, as was she was well-practiced with at frat parties she’d attended while getting her bachelor’s degree. The drink left her with a little buzz, the girl letting out another giggle as she continued to work at stashing away the drone she’d been using to track zebra herds across the savannah inside a protective case. “Starting at University of Michigan in two weeks. Wish me luck!”
“Good Lord! Out of the frying pan and into the fire! One day in Africa, next week back to America! You’re a juggernaut! Don’t even need a moment’s rest! Incredible! I’m sure you’re gonna make a bang-up zoologist one day!”
Jennifer gave the park ranger a warm smile, that flood of compliments affirming her hope that she was going to succeed at her life’s goal. Yet she had gotten to know George well this last month and knew there was always some substance behind the glazing he’s been giving her. The 22-year-old perked up at George, silently asking him to stop all the superlatives and get to what he really wanted.
“So… I was gonna ask ya…” The man began, pulling out his phone and starting up the TikTok app. “… if ya had it in your heart to stick around a bit longer.”
“Would love to but I just told you, school starts in a week.” She said with finality in her voice, trying to let the wildlife reserve’s park ranger down firmly. “Plus, I haven’t seen my family or my boyfriend in a long while, so there’s just no turning back.”
“Aw, Come on now. I think your boyfriend can wait a while longer.” George eggs her on, not losing his smirk. “What’s an extra year around here? You said it yourself. The genetic diversity of our animals here is low and he could really use your help. You saw it yourself studying our zebras, inbreeding is rampant! Who knows what sorta genetic diseases are gonna start weighing them down? It’s honestly getting me worried…”
George’s voice faltered a little as her gazed out into the Savannah, allowing a brief pause.
“And hey! You’re also a pretty face for our reserve! We’ve gotten lots of views with you in our outreach videos on Tik Tok. You’re a hit with us!” He smiled, continuing to dish out compliments in that cheery tone of his.
“Thanks, but I didn’t come out here to be a star.” Jenn brushed her long brown hair in his direction, huffing out a dismissive sigh as she loaded the rest of the drone components into the case. She hated being judged by her looks, but even she had to admit she’d turned a lot of heads during her time at college. She was quite tall for a woman with a tight athletic build, yet she still managed to maintain those feminine curves around her hips and chest. Her breasts were the crown jewel of her looks that just drove other girls catty! They perked up through her tank top, her bra under that thin shirt hardly able to hold them in as they swayed with each move she made.
“And I don’t know what you’d expect me to do about increasing genetic diversity!” She added, “Yeah, it’s a problem, but it’s tricky to fix. The best we could do is ship some genetically distinct animals in to supplement the park’s populations, but that’s gonna cost you tons.”
“Yeah.” George swiped off his base-ball cap, scratching the back of his head, acknowledging the cost. “The local government here’s slashing our budget. That’s not happening unless we find another cash stream. I’d hate to say it… but I’m worried we’re not gonna be around in a few years time.”
Jenn peered up from her packing, shooting him a sympathetic gaze. “I’m sorry, I really am. But I’m no magician. Those problems are gonna be here with or without me.”
George shot out another smirked her way, letting out goofy chuckle as he planted his phone on top of a nearby fence post, targeting it right at her as starting to record a live stream. Donations to the stream were already coming in furiously, the title of it on the Tik Tok app set to, “#OneWithNature: Girl Changing into Zebra!”
“I trust that you’d gonna solve a bunch of our problems. Just you wait. I think you’ll see.” The park ranger’s happy voice was tinted with an ominous implication, the man turning tail as he whistled a bright tune to himself, not wanting to be around for what happened next.
Jenn didn’t pay it any mind but couldn’t help feel a tinge of sadness. This was a truly special place carved out of the wilderness, and it was a tragedy to see it start to wither away. She felt bad for George and all the other park staff she’d became friends with, but most of all she felt sad for the animals, knowing their home wasn’t sustainable and was starting to collapse around them. She heaved out a sigh, continuing to dismantle the drone piece by piece with a hex wrench, stuffing away all the various components until she was almost through… but her wrist was really starting to get tired.
“God Damn, what a pain in the back…” She groaned, commenting not only on the arduous process of stowing away her equipment, but her back also really hurt for some reason. She figured it was because she’d been slumped over trying to deal with this stupid drone, but the pain didn’t abate as she got up, in fact, straightening her back just made it worse.
She leaned forward again, splaying out her legs as she fought to keep unscrewing the quad-copter’s wings off, but to her frustration exhaustion was setting in hard. She could hardly maneuver the wrench into the bolt, actually, she had trouble just gripping onto the tool with her hand. Her fingers felt stiff like the worst case of carpel tunnel ever, the girl groaning again, not in frustration, but in pain.
“Ugh… so hot…” She complained, the heat just adding to her pile of woes as she began to sweat, a wet sheen of sweat covering her softly tanned skin in sebaceous oil. She touched her skin, noticing her arms almost felt greasy. It felt dirty, almost like pig grease she’d had to deal with on her family farm back home. It didn’t make sense at all, she never felt this sweaty and gross before, she moisturized every day to avoid this sort of feeling!
She looked up at the sun, only to see it was overcast, clouds shading her from what was a below-average-heat day in Namibia. She swiped the sweat off her forehead, figuring if it wasn’t the sun’s rays putting her down, it must have been a fever; one that’d struck her out of the blue like a freight train!
There was a throbbing heat in her head, a pulsing fit of discomfort like you’d get in a terrible migraine. Yet she didn’t have a headache at all. She found her head didn’t hurt, rather it was becoming harder to think or even focus on a single thought. That throbbing, pulsing feeling in her head mirrored what was starting to feel in the crotch of her jeans, a tightness starting to form.
“The fuck…?” the girl asked her groin, her mind in a haze as the denim legging of her pants started to creak out. Before she could interrogate that tightening further, the half-dismantled drone in her hand suddenly fell straight to the ground along with the hex-wrench in the other. She didn’t mean to drop them, and it hardly mattered to her right now anyway, she had more pressing things to attend to. She dropped her hands to the fly of her jeans, finding that she could hardly move her fingers at all, her digits scraping uselessly at her bulging groin, unable to grasp the zipper that would give her relief.
Alarms rang out her head. Something was wrong with her whole body, but she found it hard to pay attention to anything else but her crotch!
“Oh God… oh sweet Lord.” She moaned, clenching her eyes shut as she continued to fruitlessly fumble at her pants. Her insides were cramping like she was having an extra violent period. She rubbed her belly with her wrist as she swore she felt something inside her shift, some sort of slithering thing sloshing around her organs like a creature from an alien movie! She could only speculate on what that could possibly, peering off in the direction that George had wandering off him to see if she could ask the man for help, but he was nowhere to be seen.
The stream chat on the other hand were having a riot, the user spamming eggplant emojis and taunting her. Donations rolled in as viewers at home watched on in rapt attention at the horror show in front on them, making bets on how long it’d take her to drop to all fours!
Jenn sensed her pussy getting rougher as it smooshed against the confines of her jeans. Her plush mounds of labia were just losing their satiny soft feel, her genitals getting fleshier… starting to feel almost rubbery even. This didn’t mean they were losing sensitivity though, quite the opposite. Roiling flesh slithering against her thighs made her hips buck. Her vulva hidden under that tight denim oozed out arousal as her spine felt an electric surge of lust jolt up to the pleasure centers of her brain. She was panicking now, alien feelings of ecstasy piling up inside her dizzy head as drool slipped down her panting lips. She kept fumbling with that zipper, Jenn resorting to jamming her blackening fingertips against the fly of her jeans before flicking it downward, trying to release the pressure building not only in her crotch, but her butt and thighs too!
“Euuughghaahhah…” She churred out a pathetic bleat, frustrated that such a simple thing just didn’t work! The zebras at the watering hole behind her perking up at the strange call coming from the woman, the lead mare regarding that new smell coming from the girl as she started to walk in her direction.
Jenn fought to come up with a reason why this was happening, but nothing she knew about biology explained it! No fever could do this this fast, her only thought zeroed in on that bottle of reddish liquid George had her drink. It must have been bad Schnapps, it must have gotten her methanol poisoning or something, that was the only explanation.
“Georgsh! Where are yew? Someshing’s wrong! Help!” she cried out as her nostrils flared, firing off a steamy puff of exertion as she wrestled with her own cloths. All her fumbling with her zipper was getting her nowhere. Her fingers felt worse – her shaky digits curling up, withering as they scrunched up into a fist just before fusing with her palm. Jenn gaped down at the sight in utter shock as another burst of growth from her groin made her whinny in pain. The only finger remaining was her middle one, that digit pulsing in time with the need in her pants, the black keratin growth expanding like a hyper-active tumor until her palm was swallowed up in a glossy, ebony hoof.
Despite the intense change to her anatomy, that pain in her pants meant she could only pay her hands a wistful snort as they shifted irrevocably into equine hooves. Her nimble hands that she was building a career off of, the hands that defined her very humanity had sunken away into bestial appendages. But despite that all she could do was continue to bang those hooves against her ripping jeans, trying to get some relief so she could at least think again! Loud clopping sounds filled the per view of the camera as the Tik Tok chat flooded with jeers and emojis, the gawkers all over the world watching as her delicate human features obnoxiously contortioned with asinine bulk!
“EEwwwhaahahh… Pwaaeeeasee!” She groaned out, lips bulging into rubbery equine flaps as the pressure in her jeans hit critical capacity. Threads of denim separated in white strands, the fabric’s tensile strength near the brink as the fibers screamed out in agony trying to hold in her expanding form!
What did she do to deserve this? Did some fierce deity of some lost African tribe decide to curse her with this crippling agony? The staunch atheist would have gotten down on her knees and prayed to God – any god that’d listen and deliver her from horror! She’d sell her very soul for relief at this point, she’d give anything! … She’d… she’d-
“SSCCHHRIIPP”
Tatters of fabric shred every which way, carpeting her surroundings in a ticker-tape parade of pants-scraps before a gust of savannah wind blew it away. Her panties kept up the fight but had their work cut out for them, the white linen stretching as the soaking wet outline of a black tube pressed the undergarments out and away from her body.
Jenn gasped! Shock painting a frightful exclamation on her face as that baseball-bat-thick ebony trouser snake snapped lose! It was a part of her! She could feel it! Her hooves railed against that new organ as that steaming hot rubbery flesh-hose flared up, flicking smatters of sweltering, tingly lube up against her stomach as that bulbous tip spanked her tank top just underneath her breasts.
The audience over on Tik Tok cheered, dumping money into the chat as Jenn wrestled with that rigid slab of meat. It couldn’t be a part of her! All the days studying zebras made her intimately aware of what that thing was, but it just couldn’t be real to her! If she had hands, she would have ripped it off like, but all her clumsy hooves could do was uselessly rub against it. That zebra sprouting from where her vagina was supposed to shot venomous pangs of pleasure through her system, shocking her to her core! She grit her teeth, trying to force that cock away from slapping against her chest, but each time she touched it, her body just fell more in love with it. A tap of her own belly flesh seemed to splash around it as her cock smacked against her belly so hard it almost knocked the wind out of her! She felt her lower belly ooze like liquid skin around, molding into a tube like it were dough. Before she even realized it, her horse penis was intimately fused with her lower belly in a pouch-like sheath, that incessant length of animal meat flexing fatter and larger as a super-sensitive, donut-shaped medial ring extruded from the middle of her new dick!
“Nooa… nroaww…” she whimpered, wondering if her boyfriend would still love her… if he’d love a girl with a dick triple his own size! It was hard to even think about him now… not because she didn’t love him or desperately wished he was here to help her, but because that new cock of hers was demanding so much attention!
Her new dick emanated a putrid smell of raunchy sex. Those cock fumes stung her eyes, her nose wrinkling and flaring out in sensational disdain as that male scent attacked the love centers of her mind. The girl looked on slack-jawed like a lobotomite as she zeroed in on her penis, feeling that swollen horse glans dip underneath the hem of her tank top and suddenly jerk upwards underneath her lush breasts. Harsh, rubbery, black zebra flesh rammed in between that soft, cushiony crevice of her breasts, eliciting a cough of blissful agony as her stolid stallionhood battered away at her feeble human femininity. That equine meat was soaked in sweat and cock juices, hot, greasy pre rubbing up the side of her boobs as that tip suddenly expanded, jerking up another five inches in length as that blunt head smooshed against the underside of her chin with a lewd “Slop!”
She couldn’t draw her eyes away from it, the changing girl realizing she wasn’t thinking about her boyfriend anymore – but rather she was in love with her own cock! The very thought made the rational side of her brain dry heave, but that flood of zebra pheromones penetrating her feminine desire couldn’t be avoided!
Jenn whickered as her spine slipped free from her coccyx like a slinky, extra vertebrae flaring out before getting covered by thick, doughy flesh. I was the same animal skin that was starting to darken her lower half, her lush, sun-toasted white skin turning into a leathery, animalistic black!
The ticklish gradations of change afflicting her legs only added to her lust. She hugged her hooves around her new dick, trying to stroke it as she nuzzled her head down to her horse glans, finally treating it to a nibble.
“Nrreehheh…” She sighed wistfully. That feeling of human tongue on zebra dick made her very soul shiver. Her eyes lidded tight as she lavishly lapped up the pre-cum accumulated on her cock’s surface. Her hooves did their best to masturbate her bestial shaft, that harsh keratin kneading her rubbery-leather horse dick, teasing her medial ring as she shuddered out a smile at the next sensation erupting from below.
Her shrinking vaginal slit coughed up a fair of vestigial ovaries, her genital caught up and wrapped in what remained in her labia as those feminine mounds grew velvety and taut, hugging the masculinity developing inside. Those womanly egg sacks thrummed and pulsed between her legs in their new home, inflating to the size of eggs, then to golf balls, then to oranges. Jenn’s groaned out in lewd puffs of breath as her new testicles started to press out between her shifting thighs, stroking against her changing skin as pulsed out bigger… bigger… bigger…
Jenn could feel a climax building in between her thighs. Nothing in the world seemed to matter anymore compared to this. Family and boyfriends and school could be damned for all she cared! That intense allure of a male orgasm drew her mind into the depths of depravity, the proud, smart girl dipping into the psyche of a true beast as she got closer and closer to that golden finish that she wanted more than anything!
But then her balance faltered.
“Whrah? Naoor! NRAOO NRAAooO NIAHEHEHE!” her voice flared along with her nose, a zebra whinny crackling up from the depths of her scrunching windpipe as the soles of her boots burst outwards into thick ebony hooves. Just standing upright turned into a battle, her heavy cloppers stamping against the ground as stallion strength bulged in her thighs, malleable masses of flesh and muscle fitfully erupting from her butt and flanks as her legs transitioned to serve a zebra – not a human.
She wheezed, stricken by desperation as she hastily rubbed and kissed the tip of her flaring zebra cock. She needed to keep standing, just until she could finish! But before she felt that sweet relief, a nudge from her back suddenly sent her toppling forward on all fours!
Her bra ripped apart in time with her tank top as the last shreds of her cloths laid scattered on the ground below, covered in pre-cum. Jenn cried out a whinny of terror as a loud “crick” shot out into the savannah like a gunshot, one that managed to out compete her throbbing dick for attention. It sounded like a neck getting snapped, but it erupted from her lower spine, Jenn trying to hop back up on two legs get her fore-hooves free for masturbation, only to realize she was locked her away from her human gait forever!
She stamped her hooves, unable to reconcile her loss of humanity with her unrequited lust as that tell-tale striped pattern glit along her bare skin. Her sweaty horse skin sprouted white and black layers of fur all over her as the zebra mare that had pushed her over jammed her snout under her tail, hot lips rasping at her fattening equine sex.
The rest of the herd followed the lead mare’s advance as another zebra started to canter around to Jenn’s face. The other zebras around her kicked up a pageant of dust as they fought to get close to the soon-to-be-stallion, the mares kicking and biting one another for dominance as Jenn felt the odd lip and gooey lick from the stray mares lather her new hide in horse drool.
In her months of research, she’d never seen these animals act like this, the tiny herd of mares hiking their hooves high as dressage horses, tails flagging so upwards so much that their tassels spilled over onto there huge rumps. Jenn braced herself as she saw a mare backing up right towards her face, her life flashing before her eyes as the changing woman feared a skull-crushing kick! But it never came. The mare clearly wanted something else.
The mare’s proposal to Jenn came as an asinine, puffy zebra cunt to the face. It was so fat and plump it could fit her whole arm inside it. Her pussy was queefing out snot-like mare cum by the cupfuls while those ebony black curtains of equine labia smeared against Jenn’s face, covering her in pearlescent mare lube. A fat, winking clit the size of a golf ball smeared steaming-hot mare honey on the tip of Jenn’s nose as the zebra hunched down over her, leaking pure-need as that obnoxiously flabby cunt lashed her face with undulating slurps of slimy pussy drool.
Jenn’s mind reeled as her nose got enveloped in those quivering folds of equine need. Something in her brain clicked into place just like her spine did, and the fright of a mare ass to the face changed into her pure desire as her flared muzzle dipped into that burning hot zebra vagina. She was a HE. His sense of that old feminine form he used to inhabit fading away from his mind as the very creatures he used to study replaced his old boyfriend in the forefront of his desires.
His human tongue fattened into a long herbivorous licker as his face got coated with a fetid slime of mare cum. An acrid splash of piss sizzled against his lips filling his mouth with an earthy spice. Just after she emptied her bladder, the eager female dipped low enough to force her ass underneath Jenn’s chest, his human boobs getting squashed against that sturdy mare rump as his changing legs clasped his partner’s belly with those broad, black hooves.
Throughout his human life Jenn had grown accustomed to gentle, loving sex from his boyfriend. But this was different, this wasn’t romantic in the slightest. He wasn’t nuzzling up to hug against his lover, he was wrestling with a powerful, bucking beast possessed by a demon of lust. Jenn’s maw finished stretching out into an herbivore muzzle as her blocky teeth gripped onto the mare’s back, biting her hide hard as she fought to get a grip over the frantic zebra she was straddling!
Surges of screaming whinnies screeched from the other half dozen mares circling around them, the horny females kicked and screamed, fighting for the right to fuck the male next. Jenn in the meanwhile shuddered as testosterone surged through him, his belly thickening with fat and muscle as those ample womanly teats he once sported were getting out competed by his growing equine girth. They were unceremoniously absorbed underneath that broad curve of his zebra stomach as it mashed against the writhing mare’s back.
The eager zebra behind Jenn lavished slimy licks against his rear, targeting the stubbornly human anus the sullied that immaculately muscular curvature of her powerful equine rump. That long licker sank into his delicate pink starfish, the ring squelching around the mare’s kiss as the powerful creature’s tongue insisted it get bigger and wider. The fragile human muscle couldn’t be anything but submit, stretching far beyond its capacity as that doughy pucker become glazed with mare drool. It pulsed outwards with fits of growth, his anus extruding out as a thick rubbery tube of equine onahole as it pushed out of that tight crevice of his muscular zebra ass, finally settling under that tail as a massive equine anus.
Jenn all the while snorted out steaming puffs of lust-filled, fiery horse breaths as he gripped the zebra mare’s mane in his maw. He bludgeoned the mare’s genitals with his flared cock tip, soaking her leathery hide with gooey globs of burning pre wherever he pressed forward. His thrusts were wild and random, his gargantuan two-foot-long rod of equine pride thrusting all over the place, sometimes glancing off that thick mare rump, sometimes kissing against her donut-shaped horse anus, other times mashing between the mare’s udders, smearing them with a sweltering hot coating of pre. Just before adjusting his rear to zero in on her ass once again, he clenched his teeth tight, wild lust flailing that cock against his mate as he speared against her ass with an entire horsepower of force. Finally she struck gold!
“SQQUIIEELLCH!”
That audible squash of slimy slop was accompanied by a shuddering scream from the mare below, Jenn feeling the strong female’s sturdiness almost fail as she drunkenly shimmied at the sensation of stallion cock inside her. Before the stallion knew if his penis was imprisoned in a flesh-cage of juicy ambrosia, those lush walls of the mare’s birth canal massaging every inch of his dick as her fat clit rubbed against the underside of that girthy, rubbery zebra shaft.
The mare froze again as she was impaled deeper by another thrust of Jenn’s dick, the female fighting to survive the violent mating ritual as the former girl basked in his first time having sex as a stallion. Jenn had turned into a monster of a stallion, his cock flexing to the girth of a two-liter soda bottle as it gaped the zebra mare struggling below him. That zebra penis forced piss and mare honey to queef out around the circumference of that black horse dick as he engorged those swollen pussy until they were stretched to the brim with cock.
Amongst the chaotic, sloppy sound of sex, Jenn’s ears surged to the top of his head, swiveling around to take in the noises around him. That bestial tattoo of hooves stamping against the ground, clustering in frenzied fights with the mares around them sounded euphoric to him now. Jenn snort in the humid, sex-soaked air emanating off his and the mare’s sweaty hides. That fog of sickeningly savory animal stink was so thick it would have probably clogged his throat if he were still human. He relished the feeling of his face stretching out, losing all semblance of humanity as his zebra-ness was drawn to completion. He didn’t know why he was every human in the first place, why he’d ever bother with such a fragile human body in the when he could have been a zebra this whole time!
He cursed her years wasted on studying animals from books when he could have learned it first-hand. Why be a zoologist at all when you could just be an animal in a zoo! He wanted to bathe in animal lust, he wanted to forfeit every ounce of his humanity just so he could pretend he was always like this, that his humanity was just a bad dream and was only nothing more than a powerful, virile stallion!
The zebra mare wailed out bestial cries, violent bliss making her muscles spasm as Jenn jackhammered that giant stallion sausage deep inside the first of his harem. His medial ring stretched out her lips ferociously as it squelched inside, his melon-sized foal-factories spanking the mare’s ass as that leathery scrotum grew heavy and taut, muscles in his rear flexing like a body builder’s as he neared the precipice of his first male orgasm!
His love bite on the mare’s neck broke, the stallion bellowing out a roaring equine bray as one last powerful jab squashed that bulbous flare tight inside the mare. His cock flesh kissed her uterine sphincter as that horse meat tensed another inch wider, filling the mare’s entire birth canal with cock leaving not even a millimeter of space separating the mare’s plush pink innards with Jenn’s ebony zebra dick. Both animals flexed he muscles in their cores, bracing themselves as a firehose of stallion spooge raced through Jenn’s piss hole, dousing the mare’s heat with his own sizzling hot semen.
The zebra below lurched forward underneath Jenn as the fiery hot brand of seed scorched the lining of her womb. That plug of equine cock didn’t let her budge, the mare forced to endure unbearable pleasure as she squealed and scraped at the ground with her hooves, her tail lashing against the underside of the stallion’s belly as glue-like zebra seed started to squirt out the mare’s raw black horse pussy. Hot cum drooled down her legs, foal-batter dripping down towards her udders until it finally began seeping off the tips of her teats.
Jenn road his new mare as his bulky stallion frame overpowered his new mate, making her thick mare belly bloat with cum. Gradually the zebra beneath him calmed down. Her needs sated, the wild female became somewhat tame, the mare even beginning to rock back against Jenn, trying to milk her new sire for every drop of cum that he was worth. Jenn relaxed too, laying on top of his mate enraptured in post coital bliss. Every so often he smacked a few love-drunk cock thrusts inside the other zebra as his dick started to grow limp as the bond connecting them weakened after several minutes straight of equine orgasms.
As he fell off, the mare skittered away just as exhausted as he was, but the other mares were raring for their turn. That posy of horny females brayed and foamed at the mouths at what they just saw, two mares stepping forward, both trying to butt there asses right in his face, signaling their wet, oozing heat to Jenn as they forced there fist-sized ebony-skinned horse vulvas right against his face. Before the stallion could pay them any attention, the large zebra mare that had been tending to Jenn’s rump nipped them away, taking the position of pride in front of the new stud as she backed up that thick mare pussy into him.
Jenn dizzily snorted at what was offered to him, the mare forcefully shoving his snout right inside her cunt, letting her winking clit grind against the underside of his muzzle. The stallion huffed, tongue lashing out to lap up that gushing flow of white female need, fetid mare pheromones dancing around his head as dull feral bliss enveloped everything that used to be human inside him, corrupting him into little more than a feral zebra like the rest of the herd.
George watched from afar with binoculars, checking on the stream from the computer, amazed that $50,000 dollars had been donated to the reserve in a matter of ten minutes! Not only that, but from the looks of it the sanctuary had a new virile bachelor on the loose, one that’d stem the decay of inbreeding in the park’s zebra population, sure to birth dozens of foals.
George just knew Jenn would make a great zebra stallion! With all those months of studying them and observing their behavior, she was sure to catch on to all the intricacies of being one. Sure predators like lions might be an issue, but she seemed plenty strong enough to fend one off or run away. He really hoped he didn't have to scrape up a Jenn-shaped zebra carcass, but even if that did come about, he was okay with it happening. After all, that's just nature for you!
“I knew ya had it in you, Jenn!” George chuckled as he watched the stream continue, the stallion’s cock growing rigid again as he hopped on top of a squealing mare’s striped rump. “Figured you’d like the hands-on approach to zoology instead of spending all that time cooped up in a boring school! Maybe I’ll see if you wanna change back in a year’s time… but it looks like you’re already happy as a horse in your new role!”
The livestream went down as a roaring success, netting almost six figures for the faltering nature preserve, keeping it capable of riding out the government funding cuts that had threatened it earlier. The over 400,000 views who watched it live demanded more, and George was more than happy to please. He’d resolved to get some more animals in be they willing tourists looking for a wild vacation, or other unsuspecting guests like Jenn who ended up with a brand-new lot in life. Either way, the future looked very bright there for the first time in ages!
Other wildlife preserves, zoos, and even farms took notice, taking to Tik Tok Live to show off new additions to their stock as they sought to gain social media gold by changing people into animals too. The trend was becoming a mainstay of the platform, garnering interest from influencers to casual viewers alike, making them inquire about becoming a “star” of one of these live streams too.