"Wait," said Gabby, "before you go, I want to ask you something..."
the black clad latex girl said, hesitantly.
"When I found my way here, a few years ago, I did want to turn myself into latex," she started, "but I wanted
to go further, I just didn't have the courage."
"What do you mean?" asked Lina.
"I wanted to be more than just a rubber girl," Gabby continued, "I wanted to become a toy, a sex toy...I want
to become a dildo, to be used in every naughty way and loved." Gabby smiled hopefully. "I didn't have the
courage to complete the transformation when I first found this place, so the wizard told me I could work in
the shop until I found the right person or people to finish my change and take me home. I believe that you
two are the right ones to take me home. Please, make me into your toy and take me home with you."
"You want to become a sex toy?" Lina asked, bewildered.
"Hush," Amy chided, "you're one to talk, Ms. Rubber Horse," she admonished with a grin. Lina looked down
sheepishly, oddly liking being commanded by her friend.
Amy continued, "What sort of toy do you want to become?"
"I want to be a dildo, but I will be your toy, so really, anything you wish." Gabby said.
"I see," mused Amy, a cheshire grin slowly spreading across her face. "Okay," she said, "We'll make you our
toy." She had an idea.
"Really?" beamed Gabby, "Thank you so much!"
"How can we finish your transformation?" Amy asked.
Gabby led them further into the aisles in the back of the store, the toys and costumes becoming more and more
outlandish the further they went.
She led them to a machine that looked like one of those plastic injection molding machines that you see at the
zoo, or the museum. Next to it was a table, looking not unlike an operating table, only this one was concave
on the surface and there was a tube connected to the drain at one end, the end closest to the machine. The
tube ran down into a sort of reservoir for a pump looking device, which then fed into the molding machine.
There was a collection of robotic arms above the bed as well, all folded up.
"This machine will finish my change to liquid latex," Gabby explained, "and I will travel through the tubes
into the molding machine, molding me into the shape you choose."
Gabby moved to the bed and climbed atop it to lay down. Amy approached the injection molding machine, as she
did, a screen on the front blinked to life.
TOUCH TO START... the display read.
Amy placed her paw on the screen, which blinked, and read INITIALIZING...
Lina stepped up behind Amy, curious about the machine, when Amy shooed her away.
"Go," she said, "this is a surprise for both of you."
Amy proceeded to cycle through the options on the computer screen in front of her, selecting this, tweaking
that, adjusting dimensions. She spent a few minutes designing something, then looked for the activation
button. "Ready?" she asked.
Gabby called to her from the table, "Wait, before you start the process, I want to kiss you both one last
time."
Lina was already at the table, so she bent down into the arms of the rubbergirl, kissing her gently on the
lips. Their latex skin squeaked and creaked as they touched, Gabby running her hands up and down Lina's back.
Amy moved over to the rubbergirl, and embraced her, kissing Gabby, open mouthed, tongues exploring each
other's oral cavities. When they broke the kiss, Amy looked into Gabby's eyes and asked, "Are you ready?"
Gabby nodded, "Thank you," came her reply.
Amy moved back to the machine and touched the start button, then came back over to the bed to watch the
process.
First, the robot arms activated and a single arm with a hypodermic on the end swung down. The cylinder of the
needle was filled with a black substance that neither Amy nor Lina could identify. It slowly approached
Gabby, and a voice came from the machine, saying, "Please hold still." The arm aligned itself to Gabby's arm
and proceeded to slowly move in, first dimpling the black latex skin of the girl, then piercing it. There was
a hiss, and the cylinder of black fluid began to empty. The now empty syringe then retracted, out of Gabby's
arm, and swung up and back into the ceiling.
"Oh," moaned Gabby, "it's warm."
Gabby proceeded to touch the spot on the arm where the machine injected her. "Ooh, it's spreading, i'm
getting all warm and tingly" she observed. She ran her hand over her breast, moving the nipple in a slow
circle. The other hand slid across her belly and down over her navel, continuing further down to her hips and
to her crotch. She brought her knees up and slipped a finger inside her now warming slit. She moaned again,
playing with both breasts and nipples, slipping a finger in and out of her moistening folds.
Amy and Lina watched as Gabby proceeded to pleasure herself, but soon noticed that the black fluid had started
to leak from her nipples, and her pussy. Gabby slipped another finger inside herself, increasing the pace of
her masturbation, gasping in pleasure. She began to drool now, the same black fluid oozing out of her mouth,
vagina, nipples, and even a bit from her anus. She was lying in a small puddle of it now, flowing down the
drain tube and into the reservoir of the pump. She slipped another two fingers in, moaning as her vagina
stretched to accommodate. The fluid began leaking from her ears and nose, and even from her eyes as she
managed to fit her whole hand into her pussy. Her motions reached a fever pitch, as a sheen appeared all over
her skin. The two girls heard a noise not unlike a water balloon sloshing with water coming from the latex
girl, and she arched her back as she came, crying out in ecstasy. No sooner had she come, then her skin
split, up from her nethers all the way to her neck, like an overripe fruit. Her skin liquified and the rush
of fluid that was her body now flowed down to the pump tank.
The pump turned on, sending the mass of liquid latex that had been Gabby into the molding machine. The
machine hummed to life, and with the hiss of air two mold halves moved together and the black latex filled
them. MOLDING... said the display, followed shortly by VULCANIZING... and finally, after several minutes,
COMPLETE...
A drawer slid out of the front of the machine, faint wisps of smoke rising from the newly molded toy. There
was Gabby, now a sleek black dildo, all knobby shaft, connected to a flared butt-plug on one side and a
clitoral stimulator on the other.
"It's still warm," Amy said, picking it up. Her eyes widened as she did so. "I can feel her!" she exclaimed,
"I can feel how happy Gabby is right now, to be a toy. This is amazing!"
"Lina," Amy said, "get back down on your hooves, I want to give you something."
"What?!" exclaimed Lina.
"Get down on your hooves, pony," Amy commanded, swatting her on the rump, the latex skin giving a satisfying
slap. It definitely was a turn-on dominating her friend like this.
Lina did as she was told, startled and surprised, but deep down, she knew she liked being treated this way.
She bent over again, placing her fore-hooves on the bare floor. She didn't know why, but she liked being
commanded, ordered around, treated like an animal.
"Good," cooed Amy, "now close your eyes." Lina did as she was instructed. Amy stepped behind her and began
to massage the mare-girl's outer lips with the knobby shaft of the sex toy. Lina moaned from the contact.
Amy slowly pushed the shaft into her friend, stopping every so often to listen to her cries of pleasure. Amy
lined up the butt-plug with Lina's tailhole and gently pushed it in, Lina moaning louder this time, the flared
bulb slipping in and keeping the toy in place.
"It's Gabby," moaned Lina, "I can feel her wriggling and squirming inside me."
"Good girl," Amy said, "just stay there, I'm not quite done yet."
Amy had been glancing around the back room of the shop ever since she and Lina had finished up their "fun,"
and was starting to get turned on by the myriad of toys and accessories for changed individuals and those
wishing to change themselves. She had also noticed that around the only blank mannequin in the room, there
were a few assortments of pony-play gear, harnesses and the like.
Amy had stumbled on pictures of men and women in such outfits while searching for pony pictures on the
internet. Initially she was repulsed, but that slowly gave way to curiosity, then desire. She thought about
seeing Lina, in her new latex mare form, wearing such items, and she was only slightly surprised to feel a
heat and tingling in her loins.
Amy pulled a bridle with a rubber bit off the shelf and moved over to her friend. She rubbed Lina's nose and
chin, as Lina sighed from the attention.
"Open," she instructed, and Lina opened her mouth. Amy slipped the bit into her friend's mouth, sliding it
over her large tongue, back and behind the large white teeth. She slipped the bridle up and over Lina's head,
tightening the buckles and straps, locking it in place around the mare's head. "That's a good girl," Amy said
as she tousled Lina's chocolate mane, "you can open your eyes again."
Lina could feel the bit in her mouth, pressing against the corners of her lips, and could feel the straps of
the bridle against her head. She looked down at her hands-now-hooves, and knew that she would never be able
to remove the bridle and bit on her own. She moaned into the bit, feeling it pressing down on her tongue,
realizing it was preventing her from speaking as well. She could feel the insides of her thighs getting slick
with her fluids.
Amy smiled at the mare-girl, smelling her arousal with her own new nose. She crouched down and gently
caressed Lina's cheek before leaning forward and kissing her again, deeply, her rough tongue probing Lina's
rubbery lips and pushing past them, sliding, rasping across the girl's large tongue. Amy stroked the mare's
mane and rubbed around her ears, eliciting a sigh of pleasure from the girl.
She pulled back from her friend, looking into the deep brown pools of her eyes, "That's it," she said, "you
like this don't you? You like being a pony. You like being my pony."
Lina looked up into the slitted pupils of her friend's eyes, hesitating for just a moment, then nodding slowly
in agreement. She did like it. She liked being a pony, being Amy's pony. Amy's pony. The thought floated
through her mind, finally settling with the weight of realization. She felt it, felt the rightness of it, how
it filled her with warm feelings, feelings of belonging, feelings of loving and being loved. Amy's pony.
Amy's. "I am her pony," Lina thought, "Amy is my mistress, my owner."
Amy continued to run her paws through Lina's mane, down her neck, and between her shoulder blades. Lina
sighed again into the bit in her mouth and arched her back in pleasure. Amy kept stroking, further and
further down Lina's back, stroking her rump and tail, causing Lina to make cute little noises into the bit she
was wearing. Then, Amy stopped.
She could see Lina was very wet and very horny, her latex vulva and clitoris swollen and shiny, glistening
with her juices. Lina moaned again, Gabby still stimulating her, and Amy could hear the need in her muffled
voice.
Amy gently took Lina's chin in her hands and motioned for her to stand up, then turned around to pull a
leather body harness off the nearby shelf. She fastened the collar around Lina's neck, carefully arranging
the straps down her back, around her breasts, fastening the harness around her waist, and running the strap
through her legs. She carefully threaded Lina's tail through a metal ring on the back of the harness and
tightened the straps running under her crotch, locking Gabby inside her friend.
Lina did not struggle or protest, she was lost in a haze of pleasure, as Gabby seemed to be able to feel when
she was approaching climax and she would stop vibrating, keeping Lina on the edge of orgasm.
Amy moved behind Lina and gently took one of her arms, fastening a leather cuff around her wrist and attaching
it to the harness. She then did the same with the other arm, pinning them behind Lina's back, and not
allowing her any way to hide her breasts or crotch.
She attached a lead to the bridle, and said, "Come on, girl," leading Lina back through the backroom and into
the front of the shop, stopping to pick up Lina's clothes and her own. She dressed a little, putting on her
uniform skirt, leaving it riding low to leave her tail free. She buttoned up her shirt, and stuffed her
shoes, and Lina's clothes in her bookbag.
On their way up to the front of the store, Lina's new hooves clopping satisfactorily on the hardwood floor,
Lina stopped, looking at one of the shelves. Amy felt the tug on the lead, and turned, "What is it?" she
asked. Lina leaned over and picked something up with her mouth, then turned and clopped over, dropping a
velvet collar into Amy's paws.
"For me?" Amy asked. The mare nodded. "Aww, that's sweet. Thank you." Amy said.
Amy opened the collar and placed it around her neck, and the pair of them continued up to the front of the
shop.
They came around one of the shelves to see the old man standing behind the counter, smiling at them.
"My," he said, "it looks like you girls had some fun back there."
Lina blushed, but Amy just smiled, "We did!" she said.
"I see," said the old man, smiling knowingly. "I must say, I'm sad to see my employee go, but if she has found
her home, I won't keep her. The old man looked thoughtful for a moment, then said, "you know, would you two
like to work for me? You can play with the wares in the store as much as you like..."
Amy thought about it, then said "Can we sleep on it and tell you tomorrow?"
"Sure," came the reply.
"So what do we owe you?" Amy said. The old man replied, a twinkle in his eye, "Nothing, everything in my
store is free of charge."
Lina looked shocked, and Amy just said "R-really?" "Yep," said the old man, "oh, but before I forget, let me
see your collars."
Amy and Lina stepped up to the counter and leaned over it. The old man affixed some sort of black and red tag
to each collar, some sort of pendant.
"What are these?" asked Amy.
"Incognito charms," replied the shopkeeper, "They keep people from noticing your changes."
"Handy," Amy said, turning to Lina and running a paw up her stomach and squeezing her breast. Lina gave a
little moan at the touch. "Thank you so much." Amy said. "My pleasure," replied the man.
She began to walk toward the front door, but had to tug on the lead a bit before Lina would follow. Lina was
afraid to go outside. What if the charm didn't work, and worse yet, she was naked, and a horse-girl to boot!
But Amy kept walking and where Amy went, Lina followed. They went out onto the street, the sun warming Lina's
synthetic skin. She could feel her cheeks getting warm, and she knew she must be blushing furiously. She
could hardly believe it, here she was, a latex horse-girl, as naked as the day she was born, in a bit and
bridle, and a leather harness, with a living dildo in her pussy and up her ass, and no one seemed to care. No
one batted an eyelash at the two of them, the catgirl and the horsegirl, padding and clopping along on the
sidewalk, seemingly without a care in the world.