Nathan's eyelids twitched, and he let out an equine huff as he wrestled with the dilemma of where he was. They had to get to where they were going - they were so close. But he felt so... Needy. And she was so hot, with that tail and the flow of her mane, and the color of her fur. And she wanted him. She was teasing him. Licking him, pushing him further.
Finally, it ceased to matter. To hell with the destination. To hell with wherever they were going. He couldn't even remember, to be honest. He needed her right now. To be inside her right now. With a Screech of tire on asphalt, he jerked the wheel hard to the right, slamming on the brakes and throwing the RV into park.
Suzanne lifted her head from his lap and looked up to him, long tongue licking her thick horse lip.
"Finally," she gasped, throwing open the door and squeezing out, bending low to fit her too-tall frame from a suddenly too short cabin.
He pushed the door open on his side, and had even more difficulty getting out, the new proportions he was at making the RV an ill fit.
"Why... Why'd we get... Shuch a shmall ride annnnyway?" Mouth was ill-formed to make words out properly. It was weird, as he didn't remember having such a hard time talking before.
"Dun' care, ya big ssshhhhtallion. Get over to my shide," he heard Suzanne say, and he stumbled his way over to her, hard hooved feet thumping clumsily with each step in the grass. If his arms were a bit longer, he thought, he could walk right, and it wouldn't be this hard.
Finally, he made it around to where she was, leaning up against the RV naked as the day she was a new foal (no, that wasn't the right word, was it?) and looking to him coyly, with as much of a smirk as her face could muster.
"I... 'M ready," he stammered, stumbling closer to her.
"Good. Me too," she answered, holding her arms out. He stumbled into them, clumsily lining himself up for entry, and the two new transformees made love in the new physiques they hadn't noticed they even had as the sun set over the horizon.
***
Meanwhile, a distance away, gathered around that same fire, one of the men checked his watch, touching a button on the side to illuminate the watch face.
"They should'a been here by now, what's takin' em so long?" He asked with a grumpy growl to his voice. He looked to the younger man of the group, almost accusingly.
"I don't know, they were moving a moment ago, but now..."
"Now they're probably humping the bejesus out of each other," a third said. "Happens every time, you'd think we'd adjust the timetable for it."
"You couldn't leave that part out?" The first man asked.
"I don't decide how the magic works, man," the second said with a shake of his head. "Shouldn't be much longer. Curious as to what they are. Maybe lions, that'd be neat."
"You and your lions," the first man said with a shake of his head.
"What? I like lions."