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The air held a slight chill, mixed with gently swirling mist that graced the foliage-covered ground. The forest was blindingly green, vibrant and saturated, yet contained an eerie stillness. It was almost mystical, the way the broad leaves sported no mold, no hungry insects, no sign of age or wear. Even the leaves on the ground seemed like they were meant to be there. No mosquitos buzzed annoyingly around the heads of the two tourists as they made their way through the thick greenery, but as far as Logan was concerned that was only a plus.

He hoisted himself up over a small rocky outcrop and helped his wife over, grinning at the beautiful round face of his partner of eight, wonderful years. Her tan skin was framed by an ocean of brown curls, waving gently as she wiped at the thin sheen of sweat on her forehead. "We've been walking for ages. Are you sure the falls are this way?"

Logan frowned at the map held limply in his hands. "I thought I was, but..." He sighed. "The tour guide said it was a straight north through the woods."

"Maybe we should have listened when he said nobody should go alone."

"But where would be the fun in that?" He chuckled, jumping down from the other side of the outcrop and peering through the mass of trunks. The compass on his watch pointed proudly forward, certain of its direction, and that was good enough for the sharp-jawed hiker. "Let's give it another few minutes, and then we'll turn around. But we'll find them, I'm sure of it."

They ended up walking for more than just a few minutes, but Logan's encouraging words were enough to keep his wife interested. They didn't come across any wildlife, but eventually Logan stopped, head cocked.

"What is it?" Asked his wife, a hand on her hip.

"Listen."

They both held their breath, taking in the gentle rustle of leaves, whistle of wind through pine needles, and far-off sounds of running water.

Running water.

"We're close by!" Yelled Logan, taking off after the sound. June paused, unsure, but the receding form of her husband spurred her on and she ran after, a smile settling on her face. They ran through trees that began to thin out, and somehow grow even greener. The bark positively glowed, and the ground became softer and grassier. Finally, Logan broke through a wall of foliage and out into an open glade, framed on two sides by crystal blue water and a winding gravel path that disappeared into the east. He grinned, taking it in, breathing the fresh, heavenly scent. "It's amazing."

"Wow." June stopped beside him, hands on her knees as she took a gulp of air. "It's beautiful. Not... not a waterfall, but.... Wow."

Sure, it wasn't what they had come for, but Logan decided it was infinitely better. Crouching down and scooting over to the stream, he held his hands out and cupped the reflective aqua, gratefully drinking it down. It was like nothing he'd ever tasted before, a mix of sweet and sustenance. He gestured June to come join him, though she took the dignity of filling one of their empty drink bottles first. They both laughed as they drank down the wonderful water, falling back into the grass and looking up at the green-framed sky. They smiled at each other, tying their fingers into a gentle hold, enjoying the scene.

"Did you see that path?"

"What?"

"Yeah, look." Logan sat up, pointing at the snake of gravel twisting away from the clearing.

"Jeez... we should have just followed that here. Cross country is tiring."

"Where's your sense of adventure?"

June rolled her eyes. "Well, you can cross-country it back. I'm taking the path." She stood nimbly up, placing the full drink bottle in her bag. "We'll have to make sure we come back with the camera."

"Yeah. And I'll remember to actually bring it."

"That would be great."

They followed the path for roughly half an hour before breaking completely out of the forest and into an expansive plain. It was raised high, and below a long, gentle slope Logan could make out more trees and even a few scattered huts. Far into the distance, the pale blues of the surrounding mountain range were just visible through the scattering morning fog. They grass beneath their feet swayed gently, covering the remains of the path they'd been following, but to the left stretch a long white fence that curved away over the hill.

"I wonder who owns this."

"Whoever it is, I envy them. This place is beautiful."

"Mmn." Logan frowned, crinkling his dark brown as a hand came up to his stomach.

"Hun?" June raised an eyebrow at her husband, taking a step forward before grunting and curling over. "What- what's happening?"

"I don't-" He broke off, falling to his knees. Why was this happening? And now, of all times? It... couldn't have been the water, right? They'd drunk that ages ago and- He let out a grunt of pain as his skin began prickling all over, like a million little fires. Yet, soon the feeling turned into something... tingly. Almost... pleasurable. He looked down at his hands, snorted in surprise when he saw them begin to harden, come together. His arms were much hairier than he remembered, and still growing more. He glanced left, saw his wife in much the same situation. He reached out for her, trying to speak, but then he fell, and green filled his vision, and everything went black.

Logan didn't know how long he'd been out, but when his eyes flickered open the sun was much higher in the sky, almost directly above. Confused, he wondered why his arms and legs ached. Looking down, two hooves and long, thin legs filled his vision.

Strange... it looks like a horse is standing in front of me.

He looked up but saw nothing, just a clear, luscious field. Lots of long grass. Logan felt the strangest feeling toward it.

And then everything came back to his and he grunted, jumping up. The horse legs followed him, and even though he was upright his posture felt weird, unnatural. He couldn't bring his arms up to his face because he needed them to walk. Wait, what? Walk?

Yes, there he was, trotting. The horse legs moved where he did, and it felt oddly natural to move with them. He turned to look at the rest of the field, empty except for a large dark brown Clydesdale looking back at him. Logan wondered where his wife had got to.

"You're awake. I... am rather confused."

Logan blinked. Did that horse just speak to him?"

"Logan, seriously, what's going on?"

Strange... it seemed to know his name. The stallion was much larger than him, head pointed down and ears flicking anxiously.

"Logan, it's me, June."

"June?" Well, he could speak, that was good. He had the weirdest feeling, like he was a horse or something. Was this all some strange dream? He tried to pinch himself, but just smacked his ankle with a hoof. It kinda hurt.

"Logan, I think we turned into horses."

"Yeah... that would be... a good description of what's going on here."

"Was it... the water? Or like some weird airborne disease thing?"

"I really can't answer your questions Hun. Right now, I think we'd better just a handle on all of this. Maybe it'll wear off or something."

"It'd better. Why are you so small?"

"Why are you so big? Giant bloody Clydesdale."

"Really? Cool. You're a Shetland pony."

"What? Oh, come on."

"They're cute. You're cute."

"Yeah, whatever." Logan hung his head, glancing at his wife through long eyelashes. Then something caught his eyes. He stared, mouth dropping open, and June took a step back. He watched as two large orbs reacted with the movement, swaying gently. "And... you're a ... a male. A male Clydesdale."

"What!?" June glanced down between her legs, catching sight of the long, thick sheath and large black balls. "Jesus, I- wow. Man. I was not expecting that. They're... heh, they're big. Hey, look at that." She giggled, swaying her hips and watching them move.

"Seriously?"

"Look at them go. Woo, that's impressive."

"Yeah, right, whatever." Logan glanced down between his own legs. Nothing. At all. June looked too, frowning, then trotted around to his back.

"Oh my. Today is full of surprises."

"I think the whole turning into a horse is the biggest one."

"I dunno. Seeing you with a vagina is pretty new."

"Yeah, but- wait what!?" Logan's head dropped down so fast he grazed his ears on the ground. No giant hanging horse balls or horse cock. He'd assumed they were just hidden in a sheath or something - he'd often guiltily glanced at the bellies of stallions as he and his wife passed by the fields on long car trips - but no, apparently. Now he was a girl. And the worst part was he couldn't even see his new equipment. What he could see, now that he focused, was a short line of nipples on his belly. As he began to settle into his mare formation, he could feel a slight aching in them. They looked weirdly swollen, like there was something behind each long, hard black teat. He hoped nothing was wrong with them.

He yelped as something warm and smooth brushed against his sensitive nethers. At least they were working and working well.

"Hey, what the hell?" Whinnied Logan as he spun on the spot, coming face to face with the chest of his wife. He looked up, where she towered above him with a sheepish look on her face.

"Sorry... just curious."

"Please, just... don't." He sat, somewhere between lying down and squatting, keeping his back half flush with the dirt. He could feel long, thin strands of grass brushing against the length of his large slit, and the feeling of something warm and liquidy slowly trickling down his back leg. Even he could smell it at this point - the smell of a mare in heat. He gulped, closing his eyes as the grass made contact with his clitoris, shuddering against the burst of stimulation that flowed through his body and sent tingles down the length of his back. Taking a deep breath in, he opened his eyes and looked back up at the Clydesdale that was June.

Her (his?) eyes had glazed slightly, and he could see a single drop of sweat trickling its way slowly down her long forehead. Her black mane swayed gently in the breeze, and her pupils were large as she breathed heavily, the great puffs of air expanding her broad chest and muscled shoulders. Logan, from his position close to the ground, could see the cause all too easily.

Below, flush with her belly, a great black cock loomed threateningly, thick and erect and gently shuddering. It hung before two large balls, somehow bigger than before, swaying and jolting with each involuntary jump of the cock. Emerged from the folds of dark skin of the sheath, the organ itself extended a good foot before bulging obscenely into a broad head. Its base and top were dark black, matching the skin of the sheath and lower belly, but it gradiented to dark, mottled pink at mid-way to the head. A long vein flowed along its side, engorged like the cock itself with pumping blood, and midway along a thick ridge curled around the diameter of the pulsing meat. The medial ring, bigger than he'd seen on the internet. The head was even larger, flaring out from the length to a flat, broad end. The mushroom was slightly darker than the rest, and a small ridge extended along its edge. At the tip, the small hole in the center leaked the occasional large drop of precum, splattering gently into the dirt.

Logan gulped, looking up at his wife. She was swaying gently on the spot, her eyes now only half open. She blinked a few times. "Logan, I don't... I feel weird. Not bad, just... lightheaded."

"I can, uh, see why." He breathed, feeling a little light-headed himself, though more from an ever-growing horniness than blood flow.

"Why, what- what do you mean?"

Logan stood, backing up a bit and looking away. He didn't think horses could blush, but the front of his face was growing warm. June frowned and stepped closer to him, her cock bobbing with the motion and hitting against her stomach. Her eyes widened as she looked between her legs again, and a moment later Logan heard her gasp.

"Oh my- woah. That- right. Man, that'd explain it."

Indeed. The amount of blood needed to fill such an expanse of meat would be enormous. Logan cleared his throat, trying to ignore the itch growing in his nether regions. His tail flicked as he chuckled uneasily. "Heh, yeah."

June bobbed again, slapping the cock against her stomach. Logan tried to raise an eyebrow before realizing he didn't have any. Either way, the movement in the deep ridge above his eyes conveyed his thoughts, and June cringed. "Sorry, I just feel so... horny. Like, so horny. I know it's weird, and we're horses and everything, sorry..."

"No, no it's fine!" Logan exclaimed, a little too loudly. June blinked.

"You don't think it's weird? I mean, I'm a horse... and I have a giant massive horse dick..."

"Yeah, you do..." Logan suppressed a grin. Sure, he'd always been curious about the other side of sex, and that was no secret. What _was,_however, was the hours he'd spent on the various darker sites of the internet. "But I mean... I'm a horse too."

"You don't find it weird?"

Logan moved his head slightly. Here it was, the test. He chose his words carefully. "Do... you?"

The both looked at each other for a long time, before finally June gruffly mumbled; "I mean, it could be fun."

"It could. Something different."

"Yeah."

"And it isn't wrong because we're both horses."

"Yeah! Horses have needs!"

"They do."

"And I see horses fucking all the time! So... we're no different."

Logan blinked. "You do?"

June hesitated, a slight look of panic on her face. "What? Like... you know..."

"No?"

"Uh..." She looked down between her legs, where her impressive cock had wilted slightly. Logan saw her lick her lips before looking him in the eyes, trust filling her dark irises. "Yes. Sometimes. If I'm looking for something different."

Well damn. He wasn't aware of this at all. He knew she watch porn occasionally - they both did, considering the hours they'd sometimes work. They often found themselves at home at different times, and such entertainment filled the 'void.' But horses? He'd thought it was only him.

June sighed. "Sorry, I know it's weird..."

Well, here goes nothing.

"No! It- this is weird. But cool I guess. Maybe. No, but-" Logan paused, getting the words ordered. "I do too. Look at horses I mean. On the internet."

June's eyes widened again. "Oh. Cool. Cool!"

"Yeah, heh."

They smiled at each other, and Logan could almost feel something growing stronger between then. Their relationship was strong - sure, they argued sometimes, but as a whole the eight years they'd been married were a whirlwind of love and affection.

But this? This was something else. Connection on a whole new level, like they'd shared some kind of deep, dark secret with each other. Well, they had, really.

June dug at the ground with a hoof, scuffing the edge slightly as she looked down. "So, um... want to- enjoy this while we can?"

Logan grinned. "YES."

"Then come and deal with this cock."

"With pleasure." And down he dived, kneeling with his front legs digging into the grass to the soft dirt below. In front of him, June's mottled cock bobbed expectantly, large drops of clear fluid leaking slowly from the top. He licked his lips, a long pink tongue emerging from his taught muzzle to draw against full lips. It was almost peculiar, feeling lips that most certainly weren't his - and had they always been so large and pouty? When he'd first transformed, he hadn't exactly taken the time to look over himself properly. But even here, tasting his feminine lips for the first time, he was sure they'd grown. Glancing back, he noted his backside swaying in the air, tail flicking involuntarily. The hips were broad, a large flank that looked most attractive against the blue sky behind it. Logan was aware of the liquid now trickling constantly down his legs, the juices of his puffed and almost sore labia coating his tail and hooves and the ground beneath. He'd never been this horny before, never felt such passion flow through his veins, and so without further thought he turned his attention fully to the monster before him.

Moving tentatively forward, his tongue once again emerged slowly from his full lips, slithering through the air and hovering just above the weeping head of his wife's cock. The organ pulsed, another drop of precum seeping out, and he caught the droplet on his tongue as it fell. He could feel its thickness coat his flesh, spreading along his tastebuds, somehow almost sweet. Hungrily he moved forward, legs pressing harder into the ground, dragging his tongue along the length of the organ before him. Above, June gasped and bucked her hips, the head of her cock nudging along Logan's neck. He cradled it in his nape as his tongue continued forward, exploring the entire pylon of sensitive flesh, right down to the base where it joined the sheath. Even then, he pushed his tongue into the folds of the sheath as June whinnied, shuddering at the intensity of the feeling. He remained there only a few moments before retreating, dragging his smooth tongue along every vein and ridge on the beautiful cock. He repeated the action once, twice, three times before remaining at the sheath, licking the quivering skin tenderly. Grinning, he moved down further, along the thicker flesh, coming down to the heavy, swinging balls that hung below. Even just one was almost too much to fit in the mouth, yet for now Logan contented himself with merely licking along each smooth, hairless surface, suckling gently at each.

"M-more..." June groaned, closing her eyes as her husband's back rubbed her stomach.

Eager to please, Logan drew the left orb into his mouth, his blunt teeth scraping gently along the surface as he sucked, lightly at first but harder as his wife's grunts increased. He could feel them churning, producing great pools of essence ready to burst forth from her lubricated cock-head. Yet Logan could hardly let her cum yet - he drew back, pausing, breathing warm air over her balls as she gasped a great lungful of air. The knotted tightness in her stomach loosened, and Logan could see her balls drop slightly and unclench, the balls churning slower as they cooled from his teasing. Moving back, he slid his muzzle along her length again as he reached the head, snorting as she whinnied impatiently.

"Just... g- get on with it. Please."

"With pleasure." He grinned. Something in him so desperately wanted to please her, to make her cum...

His mouth engulfed her head, filling his muzzle completely as his large lips wrapped around the ridges of her flare. He opened so wide it almost hurt his jaw yet kept moving forward until the entire head rested in his hot, wet mouth. Taking a moment to adjust, he felt his jaw click as it settled, and he drew back again as long strings of saliva connected the two. He gave the head a lick, tasting the precum, lubricating his lips before moving forward again to suck the head into his muzzle. He went further, feeling the flare expand slightly as it reached the entrance to his throat. He expected to gag yet felt no such reflex, inching forward and feeling every movement of the flare as it rubbed against his wet, tight throat. If he'd looked down, he would've seen a slight bulge in his jaw and neck, the signs of the perfect cock. Yet he focused forward, his eyes on the medial ring; his goal. It was just less than half a foot away, though he worried for a moment he was to ambitious. Drawing back, the head popped out of his mouth as saliva and precum splattered to the ground, and he drew in a huge lungful of air. June panted, having held her own breath, overcome with the feeling of warmth filling her cock.

When he'd regained his breath, he looked up and narrowed his eyes at the almost jeering cock. Pressing forward, he engulfed the head easily, filling his throat as he pushed forward further, further still, his lips sliding along the mottled length as it turned from pink to black. Almost there, almost at the ring - his throat shuddered, milking June's cock as it struggled against the monster. He gasped, vision darkening as he pulled back, sliding easily away along the wet length. He gasped a breath of air before pushing forward again, determined as his cheeks flared and throat bulged. The cock pressed against his neck, reaching down and pressing almost against his chest, yet still he was inches away. He could see the ring there, so close...

June, in ecstasy, bucked her hips again, even harder, and the movement was enough to shove the remaining length down his throat. His eyes bulged as his lips opened wider, the ridge brushing harshly against his teeth, and he sucked heavily as the pulsing cock. He pulled away, his throat feeling empty, but his lungs filling with air. June neighed, thrusting her hips forward to meet Logan's mouth, and he complied, staring ahead as his throat was once again filled. Her balls were tight, bobbing frantically as they churned heavily, matching June's desperate whickering. This time Logan didn't stop, fucking her cock with his muzzle and dragging his tongue up and down, forcing the cock in and out of his throat.

"I'm... I'm going to-" June grunted deeply, her eyes squeezed shut, balls rising up and tightening as the cum inside swirled and pulsed, shooting up through the length of her cock and straight into Logan stomach. He whinnied, his throat smooth and sticky, coated in her thick, hot cum as she pulsed jets through him. He drew back, barely getting a breath in before another jet sprayed onto his open muzzle, covering his tongue and lips. He squeezed his eyes shut as the jets continued, coating his nose and forehead, even his neck, covering his mane as he pushed forward and wrapped his lips around the head again, swallowing desperately. It seemed an age before finally the streams stopped, dribbling down his chin and neck, splattering onto the semen-covered grass.

Logan's vision was dark, his head light as he panted, head down, nose touched the ground. June's still-hard cock rested on his ears, dribbling cum liberally through his mane and back. She'd almost blacked out, barely remaining standing from her first ever ejaculation. The feeling was amazing, overwhelming, warmth tingling from hoof to ear tip. She looked down, saw Logan's broad hips and flicking tail, and reached down to lick his flank reassuringly. From her position, she could see the wet grass just below them. At one end the grass was absolutely soaked with cum and saliva, yet just below her husband the greenery was pricked with thin white droplets. She couldn't have sprayed cum that far, could she?

Logan, his breathing slowly returning to normal, saw it too. A milky substance, droplets littering the grass just below his stomach. Glancing along the top of his stomach, he once again saw the lines of dark, hard nipples. But something else, too... white tips, dripping down lazily onto the grass. With his lips and broad hips, it was hardly even a surprise. Especially not with everything they'd been through. Staggering out from under his wife, he could see her cock bobbing, still harder than steel. Her balls were still heavy, like they'd barely been emptied. How did the Clydesdale have so much stamina?

June regarded her husband with some amount of amusement. His cute, Shetland face was coated white, creamed beyond anything she'd been given by him. She quite liked having the tables flipped. She was still horny too, her balls still aching with a need for release. Looks like they'd be able to do it pony style after all...

She rolled her eyes at the phrase. It was corny, but at this point she didn't really care.

"Let's do this."

"I- what?"

June snorted and rose up onto her two hind legs. The action was unsteady, and she swayed uncertainly while up there, but the move was successful in bringing her hard, throbbing cock majestically up to bop gently against Logan's head. He looked at it in dismay, his throat still tingling and his jaw sore.

"Again? I don't know if-"

"I don't mean suck it." She grinned, falling back onto all fours as her face hovered near Logan's. She gave it a short, loving lick. "Surely you feel... unfulfilled..." She clopped slyly around her husband as he stood still, slightly nervous.

"I... I mean I guess..."

"Like there's an... itch."

"Y-yeah. Exactly." She was right - his pussy was tingling, dripping great streams of lubrication, screaming its readiness. He needed to be filled... filled with thick stallion cock.

June reach out, tongue unsheathed, and drew a long rasp up the length of Logan's slit. It was large, seemed to have grown larger, and sweet juices pooled at her tongue as she lapped upward to the prominent, dark clit. Logan gasped when she flicked it, hard.

"Are you ready?" She asked quietly, her cock bobbing in excitement.

"Just do it." Logan snorted, and then - in a move that surprised them both - slid down onto his knees, rolled to his side, and turned, looking up at the Clydesdale towering above him, an eyebrow raised.

"What... what's this?"

"Isn't this... oh wait, no, horses don't do it like this."

"No, they don't. I... was just going to mount you like-"

"And have you break my back? Hell no, I'm a Shetland pony. We do things our way."

"Well..." June paused, trying to think of a reason they shouldn't. But, beside some primal urge to mount the traditional way tugging at her lust, she couldn't come up with anything. Shrugging, she lowered her back end down, looking deep into Logan's eyes as her cock-head came closer and closer to her husband's dripping, hot cunt.

The head pushed apart Logan's lips slightly and he gasped, squeezing his eyes shut. No pain came, partly thanks to the volume of lube he produced and the ample, almost growing size of his nethers, and he could feel small trickles of warm milk flowing from his engorged teats, dribbling over his stomach as his legs waved slightly in the air. It should have looked ridiculous, but there was a certain beauty in its unconventional connection. Logan could look up into his wife's loving eyes as she pushed gently forward, his slit widening out to accommodate the broad head. The feeling was phenomenal to them both, and Logan could feel every inch of June's cock as it rubbed against his sensitive walls. He grunted quietly in time with June's moans, and he began to feel a pleasant, full sensation as she entered him more and more.

"H-harder." Moaned Logan, his mouth slack and tongue hanging loose as his entire body moved in time with each of June's strokes. His wife was only too happy to oblige, digging her hooves into the grass and thrusting her hips even deeper, pulsing steadily as she fucked her husband. He could feel the ring - the medial ring that he could barely reach with his throat before - rubbing his labia, pressing shallowly inside before pulling out again. Each stroke stimulated his clit, the large, hard flesh quivering against June's thick cock. He opened his eyes for a moment to see his wife gritting her teeth as she stared down at his chest, her neck curving beautifully as she did so. He soon realised why - along with each stroke, milk ran freely from each of his teats. He watched as June reached down, tongue out, wrapping her lips around a nipple and sucking, hard. A small stint of pain was covered by even more pleasure as she drew the teat into her warm mouth, lapping the milk eagerly as she continued her fucking. From her position she could push even deeper, and Logan raised his hips to allow her greater access. She was nearly fully sheathed in him now, powerful thrusts bringing her in and out, in and out. He could feel the resistance of his cervix touching lightly against June's cockhead, languishing in the ecstasy.

"I-I'm close." June panted, rising her head from his red nipple, and Logan could barely nod as his body was rocked with each powerful thrust. He was too, so very close... Now fully sheathed in Logan's cunt, his wife paused a moment before drawing out and pushing in, hard, pressing her cock against his cervix. Another moment later she pulled out and thrust back in, slower, grunting as waves of pleasure rippled through her cock, matched by the tides crashing through Logan. He moaned, squeezing his eyes shut, clamping against June's thick cock as he orgasmed, hard, juices spurting against June's balls, coating them in both of their cum. Those very same balls that were churning, getting ready, and then they tightened and June cried out, cum spurting forth in a tsunami, filling Logan so full that he swore his stomach expanded slightly. It forces it way through Logan's deep tunnel, flowing out into the grass endlessly as June lowered her head back onto Logan's spurting nipples. Drinking the milk deeply, savouring its pure flavour, she rose her head back up and levelled with Logan, pressing their lips together and exchanging saliva, exchanging tastes, exchanging their love and exhaustion. June felt her legs weaken and pulled out, eliciting another gasp from Logan as he felt a sudden emptiness, air against his sensitive walls. A final gush of cum ran from his vagina, splattering against the ground, slowly leaking out of her.

Pushing herself to the side, June collapsed next to her husband, lying awkwardly with her equine body. Yet, somehow, comfortable enough. Both were absolutely exhausted, their eyes fluttering, looking up at the slowly darkening sky, relishing the gentle aches and warmth of the afterglow of sex.

Logan's eyes opened. He blinked against the orange sky, pinks trailing streaks through the clouds. _Dusk?_No, the sun was in the wrong position. Dawn, then. But, hadn't it been afternoon when... when...

Logan jumped up with a start, ignoring the protest of his muscles. Arms, legs... two arms and two legs. And fingers. Fingers were good. He looked over his body, devoid of any clothing. Below, between his legs, sat his nice-sized member, flaccid and content. Good, he liked his penis.

He looked back where he had been lying. There was June, eyes slowly opening, going through the same thoughts he had. Looking over herself in surprise, examining her old body and finding both relief and disappointment. She was shorter than him again, and without an oversized horsecock. Logan was slightly thankful for that. He could somehow still feel the slight ache despite no longer having a vagina.

They both glanced at each other guiltily. June was the first to speak.

"Did that... did that happen?"

"I don't... know. I mean, we don't have clothes, and I can definitely still feel a cock in me."

"Heh..." June blushed, running a hand over her flat, smooth pubis. "That was... really something."

"It was." He smiled at her, and she returned the gesture.

"Man, it's good to be back though. Dicks are really hard to manoeuvre."

"Hooves couldn't have helped that."

"No. It- it was fun though. I'm going to miss it."

"Yeah... me too." He stepped forward and pulled her into an embrace, innocent enough. Then June paused, stepping back.

"Except... maybe we don't have to."

"I... what?"

"There." June pointed to their bags, which by some amazing circumstance were lying not ten feet away.

"What about them?"

"These." June padded over and unzipped the bag, pulling out of the drink bottles. The bottles with the... the water that had changed them.

Logan grinned at her. "Round two?"

"Round two."

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