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Being a trans woman wasn’t the end of the world. It was a unique way to see everything, to stand out to some degree from everyone else – though not always in a good way – and it allowed one to experience the world from two sides.

Really, Slick was happy. Mostly. The cabbit looked at herself in the mirror, at her yellow and purple fur which was perhaps a little matted and tangled after a long night of sleep. Her breasts were coming in nicely, and fat was moving to the places it belonged, leaving her hips looking a little wider and her arms a little slenderer and more effeminate.

She liked what she was seeing, from antlers and bunny ears to her padded, thick toes. Well, mostly she liked what she was seeing. She had a plump, actually rather hefty sheath with an equine cock that put a lot of men to shame. It was nice. She liked having it and playing with it. There was just the whole fact that she just ached to have a pussy of her own. A pussy that others could fuck, inseminate, and thusly knock her up, just as they could a cis woman. It was one of those desires that she had always had, long before transitioning.

Clearly, then, that was a problem that needed fixing. For a long time, Slick had been poring over various old tomes of magic, and now, she sat down to do so again. For being so central to everyone’s experiences of life – except maybe those who were totally asexual and neutral in their presentation – there were precious few spells that touched on the issue of gender, and particularly genitals. The impression one got was that it was forbidden, but was it forbidden, or at least taboo, for a good reason, or simply because some dusty bureaucrats in an ancient smoky room had decided that changing yourself like that was unacceptable?

Well, either way, Slick had also decided it would be worth whatever the cost was roughly twelve tomes and as many weeks ago. By now, reading every jagged arcane word was making her eyes water, and she had to be careful not to let her tears smear the ink. The more obscure the tome, the more jarring and unpleasant it was to read, it seemed, written in increasingly obtuse, abstract, and alien lettering that Slick could only comprehend by having read other tomes that explained the tongues used.

But this one, bound in worn black leather that she was reasonably sure wasn’t the hide of a sapient creature despite being decorated with faces in relief, seemed to be something interesting, and not a single tome too soon. From the very first pages, the cabbit had figured out that it was about “transmogrification of soma” which, as any student knew, meant transformation of the body. The problem was that it wasn’t entirely clear on what magical principles it relied on, or what the philosophical stances of the author had been, all those years ago. Many old spells had unpleasant surprises in store for the less-than-careful sorcerer. Or sorceress, for that matter. The arcane didn’t discriminate.

Ah, there- scrawled in the margins by the author’s own crooked hand- the book suggested that the spell would turn the target into “perfect breeding stock”.

Now, given the nature of these ancient tomes, there was a very real risk that such a description might mean a cow, and while being a cow wouldn’t be the end of the world, it was certainly excessive. All Slick wanted was a pussy between her legs.

For a moment she wished she had Valis here. The husky was another trans-girl friend of hers, and while she had no special skill in enchantments, she was at least another mind to bounce ideas around with.

Wait, hadn’t she-

Slick flicked back a few pages. Yes, there was a different spell for bovine transmogrification. So that couldn’t be what “breeding stock” meant. And there really wasn’t a way to know for sure. She took a deep breath, and then called Valis; it was always good to have some insurance in these matters.

“Yeah, hi, it’s me,” Slick started the instant the husky picked up. “I’m gonna be casting a spell that should work for the thing we talked about.”

“You actually found something?” the husky barked with excitement. She, just like Slick, couldn’t wait to embrace as much femininity as she could.

“Yeah, I did,” Slick repeated. “But it’s in one of these really old tomes. You know, like, primeval old. ‘From when we first invented writing’ old.”

“Oh,” as all Valis could muster at that.

“Yup. So, if you could come by in a few hours to make sure I didn’t turn into a pot of stock, or like, the stock of a rifle, or a nuclear reactor… you know, any other interpretation of ‘breeding stock’, that’d be great,” Slick explained.

“Well, I mean, sure, but it sounds pretty self-explanatory to me. Hard to imagine it meaning anything except a woman with all the curves,” Valis laughed. “Or whatever else they thought was perfect for breeding back in those days.”

Slick had to chuckle a little at that, too. She’d probably turn into some kind of beauty ideal from the first days of bookbinding. But that was alright; she could work on the specifics later. There were plenty of spells for sculpting faces or hips, but very few for reworking the entire set of internal plumbing one had been born with.

“See you in a few hours, then,” Slick told the husky after a few minutes more of idle conversation. She seemed just as excited as the cabbit was, but Valis had always taken a somewhat more cautious approach to life.

Well, time to get started then. Nothing ventured, no pussy gained, Slick told herself, and began preparing for the ritual. The first step was drawing out a giant pentagram that took almost her entire living room floor. The next, black candles on each cardinal point of that symbol. It was the kind of symbology that the average Joe might’ve well thought to be Satanic, but while it might involve demons of some sort, it was really bog-standard arcane spellcraft. The universe simply liked some symbols, and those symbols had special powers if leveraged correctly.

Slick lit some incense as the spell required – something herbal and bitter that reminded her a little of the taste of wormwood – and stood in the center of the pentagram. All that remained was repeating the few words in the book, and she did. Each made her tongue ache, clearly not meant to be spoken by mortals, but that wasn’t even slightly unusual. She was, after all, speaking the language of strong and weak forces, of entities and powers between the atoms of the real, and-

-she spoke the last word. The air shuddered around her. For a few heartbeats, nothing happened, and Slick felt immense disappointment approaching, until a sudden quake shot through her. A cold wind blew the candles out, and she fell onto her back in the circle, her entire body seizing up as if grasped by a god. That initial spasming discomfort was quickly replaced by another surge of emotion, and this time it was arousal. Immense, overwhelming, all-consuming arousal.

Slick tore her clothes off, because her body felt like it no longer fit inside them. She thrashed and squirmed as her cock shot up to full hardness almost instantly at the onslaught of fiery, unnatural desire. And that was when the transformation truly began. Yes, between her legs she could feel a warm, wet glow as a new slit slowly formed behind her balls, but it was far from the only thing. Instead, at the same time, she could feel another nub swell just above her sheath, and a brief touch quickly revealed it to be another cock, so sensitive that it made the cabbit gasp to just brush against it.

The transformations came quickly. Far faster than any kind of science could allow, faster than reality could allow. But this wasn’t what she wanted, she didn’t want more cocks, or – oh gods, her balls, they felt so incredibly swollen and kept swelling more, her sack bloated as more balls grew. Four, that she could with a trembling hand that she could barely control, each already aching to be emptied and growing, growing, growing.

Was that want the spell meant? That the ideal breeding stock was obscenely equipped for both being bred and breeding others? It was far too late when Slick realized her mistake. She tried to will the changes to stop, to go back to the moment just before she had spoken the last words of the spell, but to no avail. Whatever magic she had unleashed was in full control of her and all reality around her, and it would reshape her into whatever it wanted her to be.

Whatever she wanted to be, maybe. Every moment it was becoming harder to make any sense of her thoughts, or the sensations – a drunken, heady mix of pleasure, pressure, and pain – that flooded every inch of her, every corner of her mind, drowning out all other sensations and even other thoughts.

She felt those swelling balls churn as they quickly filled. Gurgling like a hungry stomach, only much the opposite, begging to be emptied rather than filled. Like the opposite of starvation.

At the same time, the changes weren’t even nearly done, yet. Entirely new nerves were forming, new muscles growing on Slick’s body. Beneath her existing arms – a whole new pair of limbs – the sensation indescribable. A maddening itch, it felt like fire, like a muscle that she’d always had but hadn’t used for years, letting it wither. It hurt her mind as her neurons remapped to the concept of six limbs, perhaps tapping into some primordial insectoid ancestor’s atavistic genes to do so, but soon, she was moving her arms as they grew out, aching bone by aching bone.

That also wasn’t all of it. Almost every part of the unfortunate cabbit was growing. Beneath her swelling breasts – they had grown in nicely from simply getting on hormones, and she had been proud of them, but now they were swelling from a C-cup to a D, and bigger – another pair of breasts had begun to grow, bouncing with each ragged, rapid breath that Slick managed to draw between convulsive spasms as her body changed, more and more. Only, were they even breasts? They felt more like heavy testicles to her, only shaped like tits, but Slick wasn’t sure where they’d connect to. Not that there was much space for conscious thought.

Her twin aching cocks reached to her breasts, by now. No, past her breasts. They looked more equine than anything, and slowly pulsated, leaking out cum much thicker than anything she had ever produced before over her quivering chest, as if trying to constantly empty the overflow of seed roiling in her new massive balls. The sight of the angry red members almost too much, almost enough to make her cum then and there from the visual alone, and knowing that they were hers even more so. Beneath them, she felt her new pussy twitch, a different wetness soaking her thighs.

To think all she had wanted was that feminine slit. And now she was becoming some sort of incredibly, grossly oversexualized monster – and she loved every moment of it, even though her head swam, and she could barely hold onto her fraying consciousness. Sensations of pressure and overwhelming discomfort were quickly turning into something more. Into mind-melting pleasure. At the same time, Slick’s tail grew too, growing thicker and fluffier than it had ever been. Unlike most cabbits, she had been born with a feline tail, but it swelled and grew into something much fluffier, almost like a skunk, while burning like fire as it did, leaving her eyes tearing.

There was a brief pause, like whatever demonic conductor was guiding the orchestra of transformations left a gap in the music. Only a brief one, though. Before she knew it, one more change had begun, and Slick only realized it when she almost choked on her elongating tongue. She had to reach with her new pair of hands to yank the almost meter-long wet muscle out of her throat, and it swung like a tentacle, or perhaps a prehensile cock, the touch alone enough to make the cabbit moan. It felt just as good as the beautiful twin cocks jutting out from her engorged crotch. It kept growing, until it didn’t, and suddenly pulled back into Slick’s mouth, nearly choking her again.

By now, her arms had fully extended out. Though they were clearly misplaced on her form, they moved just as any arms would, and Slick flexed them, exploring those muscles that felt almost like her old arms but not quite. And then she was interrupted by an overwhelming cramping in her abdomen that was in turn quickly replaced by a warm fullness as her womb formed inside her. Not that the cabbit’s thoughts were on getting bred; not now. The crushing pressure in her balls only left space for one course of action. She had to empty them, and keep emptying them.

For a moment, Slick laid there in beautiful, glowing silence. The transformations seemed to have ebbed, and the cabbit didn’t dare move lest they begin again. She felt, simultaneously, like a rag that had been wrung dry, and something much more than she had ever been before.

Slowly, Slick stood up. It took her a moment to find her balance, with how weight had been redistributed on her body. She felt somehow bottom-heavy and top-heavy at the same time, and her mouth felt almost as full as her balls were.

But more than anything, she felt alive. Vigorously, furiously alive. Her long tongue swiped through the air, looking more like a tentacle than any natural tongue, dripping a milky white substance that couldn’t quite be saliva – that was what her secondary breasts connected to – across the room, and across the little pentagram that she had prepared. It was useless, now; if the spell could be reversed, it was with no ritual in this book, and Slick didn’t want to. She felt better than ever.

Now, the book hadn’t mentioned anything about the transformation being transmissible. Yet, Slick felt it in her bones; the gift begged to be shared, and share it she would, if nobody held her down and prevented her from doing so. It whispered sexual obscenities in the back of her mind, in her own voice yet at the same time an unfamiliar one. There was no doubt that it was true, though. And it wasn’t merely a possibility, it was a gnawing, rapidly blossoming desire in her over-engorged loins, in every erogenous part of her body. She didn’t just want to spread that gift. She needed to.

Slick’s hand snuck down to squeeze one of her enormous, equine cocks, and a throaty moan escaped her muzzle in response. Every touch felt beautifully erotic. She just had to plan out… how she would…

…Valis. Her friend’s name echoed across her mind. She instantly knew what she’d do. The husky had wanted to be transformed too, if it worked, and oh, did it ever work. Not quite the way that Slick had originally planned, but in a much rawer, intoxicating sense that left her swaying in place to even imagine, a firm pump of one of those horsecocks sending a rope of steaming hot precum splattering across the floor.

She only had to wait.

Valis wasn’t far away. She had been busy with work when Slick first called her, but now the husky was already on her way. The thought excited her. Just like her friend, she had always dreamt of having a proper pussy, one that could get knocked up, and she had been the cabbit’s assistant throughout his quest to find a tome that might allow it.

And now, she had. Supposedly. Valis didn’t quite dare believe it, but the thought still made her black-and-white tail wag with excitement as she walked. This time of the year, night came early, but she knew this town like the back of her hand and wasn’t worried in the slightest about walking it in the dark. That was what streetlights were for, anyway, and while no one would’ve blamed her for worrying about monsters in a world where magic was real, she had never actually seen anyone summon one.

Valis supposed it was theoretically possible, but it wasn’t anything any of her occultist friends – Slick included – had ever had to worry about. So far. Today would surely not be an exception, or so she told herself, despite a shiver reverberating down her spine menacingly. There was just something about the cold October air that made it feel as if all kinds of horrors were possible in the dark.

But she was only visiting a friend, everything would be fine, and if she was lucky, she’d leave Slick’s home with a warm, snug little pussy between her legs, ready to be fully explored by the time she got home. The trepidation was quickly washed away by a warm, fuzzy, and rapidly growing anticipatory arousal.

It wasn’t a long walk. Outside of Slick’s home, she hesitated again, as if some buried, muted instinct was warning her not to continue, but it was getting cold, and she hadn’t dressed warmly. A faint smell of incense – myrrh, the husky recognized – lingered in the air even outside the place, along with something different. Musk, maybe. Valis hadn’t seen any rituals using musk as a fragrance, but the field of magic was endless and nonsensical, and no two rituals were alike anyway. One probably used bubblegum, for all she knew.

Valis opened the door and stepped inside. Here, that musky part of the lingering scent was more obvious than it had been. It was the smell of cum, or arousal, and noticeably, both male and female arousal. She surmised that Slick must’ve been successful with the spell, but if so, where was she? Shouldn’t the cabbit be rushing to greet her, overjoyed at having all the capabilities of those lucky bastards born in female bodies?

But there didn’t seem to be anyone there. She reached the living room, where Slick had prepared the ritual. The pentagram was there, along with the thick tome she had been reading from, and… some slime on the floor. Ectoplasm? No, ghosts are even less likely than monsters. The husky squatted down and sniffed it, quickly realize that the slime was cum, which brought up a dozen or more questions all at once.

The fur on the back of her neck stood up. There was something wrong, as hot as the fragrance was. But just as that realization sank in, it was already too late; Slick pounced her from another corner, grabbing the husky with all four arms. Valis couldn’t muster a scream; all that came out was a choked, shocked cry at what she saw. It was Slick, yes, but exaggerated, oversexualized in every way, not just those two massive cocks that slapped against her as she hugged the husky against herself in a crushing embrace.

“Finally, you’re here,” she squeaked happily, the voice in stark contrast to the overgrown creature that the cabbit had become. Her tongue snaked out to happily curl around Valis’ muzzle, in some strange approximation of a kiss, the leaking tip of it dancing across her lips with alien sensuality.

“What- what happened? Did you-“ Valis stammered. “The ritual, is that-“

“Shh, just relax, this is awesome,” Slick rumbled. “Let’s get you looking all sexy too.”

“-no, I don’t-“ Valis began, only for Slick’s tongue to coil tighter around her muzzle until she couldn’t open it at all. The muscle was incredibly strong, and the tip pressed between her lips.

She wasn’t sure what she was actually doing. It was more like she was following some bizarre instincts than anything. Valis was far too small for her cocks, but Slick still knew that if she held her friend just like this, letting those slowly pulsating cocks soak her belly in the overflow of cum, she’d eventually transform too. And it was already starting.

Valis’ body stiffened as she felt a sudden quiver of twitchy, warm pleasure surge through her. Like a rush, or rather, a tidal wave that she had no hope of stopping that suddenly sapped all strength from every muscle in her body. She let out a breathy moan, and Slick felt her muscles go slack. Quickly, she uncoiled her tongue from around the husky’s snout and slid it between her lips, instead.

Gods, even her tongue tastes like cum, what happened-

The cabbit held her down with all four arms, her strength overwhelming but without any brutality to the act. Her grasp was merely firm as stone.

Valis squirmed. There was a tingling, even burning pleasure in her crotch. Somewhere underneath her little balls. For her, that was the first change; the slick and indescribable sensation of a new eager orifice yawning open wetly and with immediate clenches of lust. One of Slick’s hands was there instantly, gently brushing over the forming plump lips and mound, and instantly sending Valis into paroxysms of pleasure.

Of course it didn’t stop there. The enchantment was just as ravenous as Slick’s own sex drive. That’s what it fed on, really. Ideal breeding stock meant whatever the sorcerer casting it thought of as ideal and tapped into their fantasies for the results.

It seemed that the cabbit believed everyone should have a massive, throbbing horsecock. Or several. The husky’s little sheathed shaft had already begun to engorge into something similarly massive, swelling in lusty pulsations while Valis gasped for breath, barely able to comprehend how good it felt.

“Stop,” the husky groaned, her voice breathy and deep.

“Make me,” Slick replied in an equally husky whisper. Her hand caressed her friend’s head and neck, softly, admiring the changes as they began to properly manifest. Her breasts swelled, just like Slick’s, only she grew two more pairs, leaving her with six proud, perfectly round sets of breasts and nipples. Slick’s tongue snuck down to swipe over each pair, squeezing them and delighting in how the utter sensitivity of her changing body made Valis moan helplessly.

She wasn’t going to move at this point, and so Slick put all four of her arms to their best use. Two reached to massage the husky’s six tits, one pair at a time, each touch gentle but firm, brushing over her ebon-black nipples. The other two cupped her growing sack and stroked the swelling horse cock, almost a match for Slick’s own but mottled with black like a husky-horse hybrid’s might be.

Another spasm, seemingly in all of her muscles at once, had the husky fall limply into Slick’s embrace, and slowly, she guided the other increasingly mutated woman into a nearby bed to let her “rest” – or at least not risk falling and hurting herself in the middle of the changes.

And the changes kept coming. Just as Slick had, Valis almost choked on her tongue as it began to elongate, slithering out of her maw like a snake with a mind of its own, even if it was ultimately controlled by the husky who didn’t yet recognize it as hers. It, too, leaked a white substance, though even more than slick’s own, probably sourced from all four of her lower breast-testicles. Slick herself couldn’t even pretend to know; all she knew was that the sight was incredibly hot and beautiful. Their tongues coiled together, squeezing wetly around each other, another gush of the white – and it had to be cum, what else could it be? – spilling from the tip of each, accompanied by an involuntary, mutual moan from both Slick and Valis.

One change was strange. The husky’s ears grew, narrowing into large, rabbit-like ones. Perhaps it was Slick’s own contribution to the curse she had unleashed, being a hybrid species herself. But almost all other changes were focused on that cock, and the second that grew just above it, and of course, the one part of physical anatomy that the both of them had so badly yearned for. Just underneath her balls – by now, Valis’ sack was big enough that it had to contain at least four, just like Slick – an itching sensation was quickly growing into a maddening burn. The husky moaned; it didn’t take much thinking to guess what was happening, and as the first of the changes, she welcomed that one wholeheartedly. She needed it, and that eager acceptance accelerated everything else happening to her.

The sensation was alien, at first. An emptiness forming inside her, quickly followed by a hunger, an immediate and instinctive need to fill that emptiness. Valis squirmed, panting as that feeling grew and grew until her new pussy opened between her legs, already wet and ready to provide access to her womb from the first moment, and contrasting rather obscenely with her overfull sack and twin cocks.

Slick, herself, could barely believe how beautiful her friend was becoming, and held her close, running her fingers over the husky’s heaving chest. The admiration for her twisting form was only overcome by the desperate, increasingly irresistible need in her loins.

But the most erotic part of the transformation, to the cabbit, wasn’t the growth of Valis’ cocks, not her almost feral set of swollen, beautiful breasts, nor the enticing, spicy, and deeply feminine scent of her new sex. It was when her eyes glazed over with animal lust as the changes ebbed and let her really take in just how needy she was feeling, how badly she, when the overwhelming influx of sensations ceased, needed more.

A desperate twin need to empty herself, but also to be filled. An impossible combination of desires that left her panting like a dog on a hot day, only the heat that she felt was much more internal and instinctive. Slowly, she stood up, too, trembling, almost falling over from how unexpectedly heavy her new cocks were, just as Slick had. She looked at the cabbit, then down at herself, and as she took a step, it left one of her cocks rubbing against Slick’s. Another moan spilled from her lips.

Valis hadn’t really fantasized about being so hung. Well, maybe once or twice. But as it turned out, the feeling was incredible. As was, she realized, feeling her pussy wet and snug between her legs, the existence of which she was only reminded of as a trickle of her excitement drooled down her matted thigh, as if her new cunt was salivating at the sight of Slick’s cocks. Or maybe her own. She clenched with desire staring at those equine lengths.

Now, with the both of them overwhelmed- no, seized by the need to empty their new balls – an ironic desire for women, perhaps, but not one the two were entirely unfamiliar with – there was only one thing to do. Indulge. Before she knew it, Valis, who barely looked like a husky anymore bar for her striking black and white fur, quickly found herself on her back again, nuzzling at her own enormous horse cock and nursing on it for that sweet, thick seed that seemed to overflow from her heavy balls, utterly overcome by blind cocklust and spreading her legs for the cabbit, wanting more than just a taste of herself.

Slick was just in front of her, already hoisting the husky’s legs over her shoulders and pressing one of her cocks against her slick, furnace-hot entrance. Now, she stretched easily enough to accommodate those monstrous lengths. Well, one of them; the other came to rest against the husky’s swollen sack before the cabbit’s hands squeezed it against one of the husky’s own.

Neither had really fantasized of having huge cocks, much less two huge cocks each, but with how amazing they felt when even briefly touched, what else could the two women do but enjoy them?

Valis howled out with pleasure as Slick’s flared head popped into her. For a moment, her whole world narrowed on that singular sensation, the sweet yet overwhelming fullness, stuffing her to the very brim. Too full. She barked and whined, wheezing as it felt like her whole body was filled with cock, but it was a passing discomfort; the magical contagion had left her amorphous, her body eagerly stretching and yielding around the cabbit’s cock until it was the perfect width. Even her hips widened, to give her more space, and her inner muscles hugged every inch of her glorious, twitching length.

Having a pussy was amazing, she mused, though it was in fragmented thoughts, punctuated and then torn apart by jolts of pleasure. It was already being seeded too. Even between those reflexive bucks of the cabbit’s hips, her equine shaft was lazily pulsating inside the husky’s cunt, readily filling her with a constant drool of her cum. Not precum, no. Simply the overflow that couldn’t fit into the churning, gurgling balls, kicked into what seemed like almost permanent overdrive, producing so much cum that her body nearly couldn’t even contain it.

She swallowed a mouthful of her own cum. It was delicious, like sweet honey to her tastebuds, but much thicker and stickier than normal, clinging to her tongue and throat. Valis had no time to really savor it, though, because only a moment later, Slick began really rutting into her. The first heavy thrust had her cock almost sink into her throat, though she managed to pull it out and let it leak over her bouncing tits instead. Even the slow trickle of cum felt so damn good on her changed skin; it was as if every inch of her new form was an erogenous zone, and she couldn’t help but moan and clench even more tightly around Slick’s horsecock, already begging for her to seed her womb.

Could she even get pregnant? The thought nearly made her swoon. Valis had no idea if she could or not, but the possibility – the risk of it – excited her beyond belief. But ultimately it didn’t matter. She couldn’t stop. Slick couldn’t stop, either. The pleasure was all there was. As the two rutted their way towards climax, Slick followed Valis’ perverted lead and took one of her cocks into her mouth to taste that beautiful appendage directly. It was heavenly. Sexual.

It was the kind of flavor that made her want to keep sucking herself forever. Or Valis. Both at once, while getting filled with even more cock, while being milked of her own cum through her second cock, in pure hedonistic, depraved, boundless ecstasy! Her four-armed grip on Valis’ legs tightened until her fingers left welts in the other woman’s soft skin.

By now, their union was squelching with each thrust, a sticky mess of sexual fluids, both cum and more feminine juices intermingling. A thought dawned on Slick, to taste them both, and her tongue quickly darted down to lap up that deeply sexual mess. The incredible, rich mixture of pure carnal flavors was enough to push her over the edge immediately.

With a breathy groan, and the thump of her hips against Valis’, the cabbit drove herself as deep into the husky’s welcoming body as she could. Then, she let go, and heat instantly flooded her mutated lover’s womb in heavy gushes of rich, thick seed while she trembled in ecstasy, one massive cock throbbing hard inside her, and then other throbbing in the air, erupting like a fountain, soaking the husky in her seed.

Slick held herself inside the husky for as long as she could. The pleasure was overwhelming to the point her ears splayed and her toes curled, and towards the end of those spasms of pleasure, she was, for all her physical strength, only held upright by her rigid length buried deep inside Valis’ body.

She only barely realized that she wasn’t breathing at all, throughout that whole explosive, messy release. For too long, in fact. By the time Slick opened her mouth to draw breath, just at the ebbing, dripping end of her climax, sparks were already dancing across her vision. The world dimmed, and then went black.

The cabbit didn’t stay unconscious for long, of course. Her new body had needs, and as such she found herself regaining consciousness in just a few minutes. What she came back to was the wonderful sensation of being bent over her bed with an incredible, pistoning sense of fullness inside that tingling, thrumming new sex of hers. Valis was on top of her, panting happily, her six breasts all squashed against the cabbit’s back and her hands on her antlers, gripping tightly as she pounded into her hard.

It was so obscene, from their panting moans to the squelching of now Slick’s now sopping wet sex around the husky’s massive horsecock – the other one sawing between her cheeks and rubbing against her soft, long tail – that it was almost blasphemous, with them both being so oversexualized that they could barely existed outside of the immediate carnal context at all. In no time, Slick found herself laying in a puddle of her own cum, because it never stopped leaking from those overfull balls.

The senseless, passionate, hedonistic debauchery had utterly consumed the two, and between those brief moments of clarity between orgasms, the two had become sex_._ Carnal, messy, frenzied sex, delivered with jagged thrusts and enormously swollen equine cocks, by heavy balls far more productive than any natural husky or cabbit. Valis didn’t hold back, either; she had been careful not to hurt the cabbit when entering her initially, but now that she had realized the cabbit was just as stretchy as she was, the husky was pounding into her with wild, almost feral abandon, utterly enchanted by how good her enormous cock felt, being massaged by the cabbit’s slick inner muscles.

Slick decided that she rather liked getting fucked. Not that it was much of a surprise; it was part of why she had wanted a pussy to begin with. And now, feeling her friend’s flare dig into every sensitive spot inside her, it was equal parts affirming and ecstatic. It made her feel like a goddess, moaning with glorious bliss and begging the husky to fuck her harder. Underneath, every thrust made her oversized cocks grind against the cum-soaked mattress.

She was already close. That was how life would be, from now. Constant need and constant release. Why hold back when she’d be ready to go again in just a few minutes or seconds after cumming, after all?

Valis didn’t hold back, either. Only moments later, Slick felt the cock buried inside her lurch, swell, and then throb. She very briefly thought about the implications of what it all meant. How she had barely had a pussy for an hour and was already about to have it seeded. It was a distant, abstract little thought in the far recesses of her mind; everything else was suddenly engulfed by clenching, shivering, moaning pleasure as heat flushed into her in thick, plentiful jets.

She could feel it so incredibly deep inside herself, finally filling that emptiness with warm, virile heat. Of course, there was far too much for her body to actually contain, and the rest gushed out of her milking cunt in a backwash that soaked the husky’s crotch, too. Not that she cared, not that either of them cared. If anything, the sticky cum and juices on them were a badge of honor, a mark of relentless sexuality to show everyone what they were, in case their changed bodies weren’t enough.

Slick received every last drop of cum eagerly. It was just as good as she had always fantasized about it being. The cabbit didn’t keep count, but she realized she must’ve cum a few times. A few dozen times. By the end of it, even her massive balls felt a little lighter, a little empty, though already churning to produce more cum. She’d need to cum again, soon, but for now, between the blissful emptiness of her balls, the equally blissful fullness of her womb, and the tired ache of her inner muscles, she was satisfied.

She and Valis cuddled up together, with the husky’s cock still inside her, both women a mess of tangled limbs and cocks, interlocked legs and arms, almost glued together by a mixture of their fluids, and both leaking the cum of the other rather freely.

“So, how do we… turn back?” Valis whispered, quietly. She was both exhausted and out of breath.

Well, Slick didn’t have a plan for that. Maybe eventually, she’d consider what it’d take to undo all of the changes. Some magic book or another. But until then, she was quite happy to just explore the full potential of her new form.

The cabbit’s response came in the form of her long tongue snaking down to swipe across that wet, cum-filled slit behind the husky’s balls, and soon they were back at it, mating like animals, like demons, until the small hours of the morning. It wasn’t until days later that the cabbit finally realized what would make their endless mating even better.

More friends to play with.