As it was. It turned getting a second vehicle was stunningly easy. The anthro horses who ran the gas station greets the two who had been changed like they were family and were just as trusting and open. The brothers also felt secure and peaceful around them.
So when they had asked for a spare car to borrow to look for some friends who had passed through, no further questions were really needed.
But then that left another problem.
"Sho . . . how do shplith up?" Aksed the youngest.
The three considered this. Should the elder go along and have the brothers go by themselves? Or have one of the brothers go with him and have one of the brothers go by himself? They all had cell phones (they were traditional and mystic, not outdated), so if one of them found the Bulters, they'd finally know where they were.
This was an important decision.
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As the Butlers worked hard at giving their respective parents' grandchildren, the changed in the effected town spread fast, even in the rain. The Butlers had driven by and walked by several people, many in cars like them, who had spread it to others.
With the growing population of anthro horses, the intensity of the changes in the world around them would increase as well. As the numbers grew, some torn pieces of clothes slowly began to flicker out of existence like they'd never existed, a little, not quite yet.
One house, an anthro horse stopped in the door way to get out of the rain. A woman had looked at her window, seeing the two legged beast, and had thought about calling animal control. But by the time she was at the phone, her dress was in pieces around her, and the naked horse woman politely invited her herd mate inside from the rain, how much they knew each other mattered little, they were all part of the same big herd, political and social stations just didn't matter, and helping each other was just what you did. She greeted him and helped him inside.
On the second floor, a ground of young men were watching a foot ball game. And for the record, NONE of the football players on TV changed, nor did anyone who was spoken to over the phone, it seemed the change couldn't be carried over electronically.
The small ground enjoyed the large size TV in the cozy room and plenty of beer to go around. That their favorite team was winning was nice too.
"Ha! Zackery! If I was a woman! I'd marry you!" One of the young men, Billy laughed.
The other young men, enjoying their beer, laughed and nodded in agreement.
The woman led her guest upstairs to enjoy the game with them, as they approached, the young men began changing. Feet became hooves, stomping out of their shoes. The couch groaned for a bit, but began to strength itself to endure the weight. Finger nails grew bigger and thicker. Some began to lay on their sides or sit sideways as their tails grew in. Their mane whipped about as their continued to enjoy themselves without missing a beat. Shouts turned to whinnies, and ears flicked about and nostrils flared. Clothes broke off or were torn off by annoyed biped horses.
Other changes were happenin through, as Billy became a literal black beauty, his stallionhood becoming a marehood and breasts began to grow. The same happening to those around him sans Zackery who became a large bay stallion.
By the time the mare and her guest had entered the room, the nude stallion and the four naked mares in the room calmly looked at the two and waved.
The only one not leaning against Zackery or laying across him was the gray mare now named Barbra, who had been Zackery's brother, now his sister.
"Come to enjoy the game friend?" Barbra smiled at the new arrival like she would any fellow herd member.
"Just to wait out the storm really."
"Well sit down, there's plenty of room."
The three mares around Zackery giggled.