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Noah found himself strapped to a chair, his hands chained behind while his legs hooked aligned to the legs of the chair. The college kid blinked around. Where the hell was he? He could’ve sworn he was going back home after sending Tracy back home but now he was in a cozy pink room. Like aggressively pink. Where every inch of this room was pink with heart shapes collage and a sickly sweet scent. Cute plushies of horses and a cozy bed laid just inches away from his seat. Gah, this must be some mistake. Hell, he had never seen this place before. Wrestling against the chains, his attempts of escaping were futile. All of the rusty chains only scraped against his skin, making him wince. Think Noah, think. What the hell happened? Retracing his steps, his last memory was walking back home, after sleeping with Tracy in the motel. Probably before six in the morning, he was just taking a stroll back with no one in sight… till someone shorter than him came from behind and knocked him unconscious. Ok so if this was a kidnapping, why would they put him in such a room? Any rotten room within an abandoned building would suffice. His questions only grew further. He was on good terms with his friends and the girls? Most of them loved him for his sex, some of them even fell in love with him like Lyra, who had been dating him for two years already. Yes, he didn’t tell Lira about his endeavors. But she didn’t need to worry about it, she would happily give him everything if he asked for it. She was that obsessed with him and somehow she was made of money. Unlimited money to spend. He chuckled. If he called for Lyra right now, she would throw herself into this place, attempting to free him with her willpower alone. That’s how smitten she was, constantly proving herself to him. A foul odor suddenly kicked in, breaking his thoughts. What was that? Smelt like rotting flesh. A groan escaped, what the hell was this place? Was he in some horror show? “Oh you’re up, Noah!” The door swung open, revealing a blonde tall lady with freckles on her face. Her twin tails swayed with every jerk as she carried a gift within her hands. Noah gasped. Lyra? What was she doing here? “Oh love, why the shocked face?” He calmed himself down, “I… I just wasn’t expecting you to be here. What happened to us?” “Us?” She smiled, tilting her head to the right. As she walked closer, that same odour was becoming stronger, “Now, you’re talking about us?” Thoughts now ran wild. How was she untouched? Unharmed from anything? Though the answer might seem obvious, he shoved it down back into his mind. No, no, they were definitely kidnapped, why else were they here? “Oh look, I even bought you a present!” She tossed him the box onto his lap. With the lid coming off, it revealed a pair of bloody blue eyeballs. All color faded from his face as Noah’s stomach churned. He recognised them. Tracy’s eyes, “See now we all can be happy together!” “Happy? What the hell did you do to he-” “Killed her obviously,” Her smile widened, “Nobody else can have you like I do.” He struggled within his seat, desperately trying to untie himself. No, no, no, this was bad. Chills went down his spine, “Are you insane?” “She’s not the first obviously,” She stepped forward, grabbing a full syringe of white serum and brandishing it under the lights, “But it’s so tiring to kill them… so guess I’ll have to fix you first, love.” Lyra’s cold fingers brushed against his collar. Where did the shy Lyra go? The one that was always cowering behind him and constantly needed his reassurance? She was the definition of a dork turned beautiful after high school, not some serial killer! “Ah!” He screeched as she injected the syringe into his veins. Gagging and coughing out, he immediately felt tingles throughout his body. “Oh, stop complaining, Noah. Don’t you want to be out?” “What did you… do to me?” “Fixing you up of course.” “The hell does that me-” He stopped midway, feeling his pitch rising, “Lyra!” She giggled, stepping back to record him. He could feel clothes becoming baggier as the room seemingly grew larger. His whole body felt like it was burning up with the organs beneath his skin, shifting and changing around. Filled with discomfort, a few groans and moans escaped from him. The only upside was his possibility of escape. His hands were now somehow getting smaller, releasing the grip from the tight chains. Noah struggled from left to right. How the hell was he getting out of here? “Please Lyra…” She flicked against his softer skin. He squirmed. How was his body this sensitive now? As more facial hair began to drop off, Noah could only conclude he was becoming a she now. Inches of height were shaved off. With larger eyes and longer eyelashes, he blinked at her. Regret was now gnawing at him. Why did he have to date her? Help this psychopath in the first place? He only began dating her cause she seemed fun to toy around. Her money definitely helped. An infinite credit card for him to use, who would decline that offer? “Noelle, Noelle,” She smiled warmly, brushing against his now growing brown hair. Stretching to his shoulders, it resembled vines to a tree, “You love me, right?” “I do. I really do!” His voice had risen to an androgynous mixture of voice. Jumping up from the seat, he continued trying to justify himself, “Please change me back. I promise I won’t cheat on you ever again.” She chuckled. Her lips leaned close as she grabbed against his palm, “Don’t worry. After you change, you’ll never think of leaving me again.” On cue, fur sprouted on his palm. He moved his fingers, feeling that new strand of fur spreading onto his fingers. Snow white fur. He blinked hard this time. Transitioning between genders, although rare, was still possible. But into other species? The shock passed through his body, escalating the other changes. Muscles from his arms and chest moved down to his thighs and calves, making him feel vulnerable in his upper half. Other excess fat shifted to his chest, forming into new feminine curves. His nipples, now more sensitive, rubbed against his shirt, causing him to wince. Lyra immediately took off his shirt and stared down at his new cute breasts, “Awww, look at your breasts, Noelle!” “Lyra, I thought you loved me! Why are you doing this to me?” He shouted back, feeling the tears now welling up in his eyes on the brink of leaking, “Please change me back!” She clicked her tongue before grabbing the chair and pulled it close to the heart shaped collage. And there Noah’s eyes bulged forward. All of the photos were of him. Of him sleeping. Of him talking to his friends. Of him masturbating within his own dorm room. How… what…? His whole body quivered with Lyra’s smile eclipsing in front of him, “See, don’t you see how much I love you?” Her fingers rubbed against his new fur. He gasped. Tingles rushed down his spine like a forbidden pleasure that he shouldn’t enjoy. More lockets of white fur brushed in response to her soft fingers. Lyra giggled at his now feminine body. His nipples weren’t the only ones growing; his cock couldn’t help but to be erect, forming a bulge against his pants. Oh, he was becoming his true self. The self that she always saw within him. Kind and caring like how he used to be. Just furrier and womanly. A couple more squirms escaped from Noah, still trying to escape from his seat. Bones merged with one another as his feet felt strange. His toes now fused together. From five digits, they merged into three where they thickened and widened out before merging entirely to one. His feet however stretched out, widening into a slender form as it raised up. Tapping onto the floor with his feet, a loud clop sound echoed. He could tell those weren’t feet even without seeing. Or not human ones. They were hooves. Actual hooves attached to his body. Tears brimmed in his eyes. How was he going to live? Some freak that was in between humans and a horse? An unexpected whiny rushed through his longer neck, “Lyra! What am I going to do now? I’m… I can’t live lik-” “I’ll just take care of you. Take care of your every need, Noelle. All you have to do is shower me with your love, alright?” “Oh fuck off!” Noah pushed her to the side with her freed hands. Although it was more akin to a nudge, it at least sent the message across, “You… you’re sick!” Lyra could only chuckle. So adorable to see her lover resisting her love. But she needed time to instill her love to him after all. Leaning her head forward, she dived in with a kiss on his cheeks, causing bones to protrude forward and stretching his lips completely out. Following along, his teeth realigned themselves. His nose shifted forward while his ears shifted upwards, twitching from the slightest jerk. Nostrils flared out, capable of smelling the strong scents in the room. He tapped on his face. No, no, no, he would rather be a woman than a horse hybrid. Didn’t take long for him to realize his hands were covered in white fur. Soft and feminine like what she wanted… His face went pale. “See, now you won’t be able to leave without me.” “What the fuck, Lyra! Do you think I’ll love you now, you fucking bitch? I’ll fucking die than to love you!” Rising higher and higher in pitch, Noah’s voice was now indistinguishable from a woman’s one. A particularly deep and mature one but still extremely feminine. Lyra sighed. She grabbed another needle from her pocket. “Oh love, you’ll come to see why I’m doing this, alright?” Tears merely dripped down. Rolling down his fur, Noah could only watch Lyra unzip his pants. This used to be his delight. For her to suck his cock during lectures. Now? He could only imagine what she was going to do to him. Unveiling his boner that stood proudly at six inches, she injected a white serum into it. Pulses passed through his body. As he gulped down his spit, she chuckled. “Originally, I was going to let you have it. But since you’re such a naughty mare… I hav-” “Bitch, what the fuck did you do to me?” More white fur covered his body. His hair stretched down as a mane with his eyes adjusted to the overall pink room. “Just stripping you of your masculinity. From now on, you can’t cum any longer. If you try, your dick will shrink as you become more of my precious mare.” She squatted, now undoing the chains she had set for him. Noah could only blink. No more cum? But this pressure wasn’t going to leave by itself… he tried shifting his attention to his tailbone. That quickly extended and stretched out in a white coat. As it slowly swished side to side, he could feel his hips widened, making room for his softer yet rounder ass. “Oh silly me, how could I forget?” Just before she unchained him, she grabbed a collar with a golden “Noelle” imprinted on it. She locked the collar to his neck. “All better now, Noelle!” “Shut you-Ah~” He stopped himself, now feeling two simultaneous overwhelming sensations — one beneath his nut sack while the other just above his cock. The former cried for attention while the latter was visible. Lyra gave the latter a squeeze as she searched a place for the collar to latch onto. Noah moaned louder than before, realizing that those were breasts. Crotch breasts between his boner. Though they were just nipples now, he could imagine her playing with them. Twisting and enlarging them with whatever drug she had. And with a slap on his ass, Lyra chuckled. “Alright, I’ll leave you to explore your new body, love.” Noah got up from his chair and immediately tried to follow Lyra. But he soon lost his balance and quickly fell to the floor. Stupid fucking hooves! Looking up at Lyra’s smile, he reached his hands out, begging for help as she closed the door shut. With a click, the door was locked. All colors faded from his eyes. Was he really trapped here? In her house? Being this… horse girl with crotch breasts and fucking hooves? Where did the shy Lyra go? Why was she… this psychotic? His ears twitched as his fur went on edge. How was he going to live now? Or how was he going to escape out of her? Or was it over? Was he just trapped here forever by her? The next wave of tears lashed out faster than before. Streaming down his white fur, he huddled against himself, hoping for this nightmare to end. Yeah, it was wrong of him to cheat but that didn’t mean she should kidnap him and hold him hostage! For hours and hours on end, Noah cried his lungs out on the floor. Softer and softer. Shock, fear, terror all boiled down into his little tears. Condensed as he tried to rationalise himself. Occasionally, a small whiny escaped. He still couldn’t believe it. How could he neigh or produce those sounds? At times, he covered new mouth out, still horrified at how long it was. Even his eyes could see his nostrils now. Eventually, when his tears ran dry and his head throbbed in pain, he began to think more calmly. Why should she get her ‘perfect girlfriend’ here? Lyra should be sent in jail. Locked away for the crimes she had committed. And thus, he had to escape. Not just for himself but to protect others in the future. Thus, he searched for clues. Evidence to use against her. Though standing up on hooves was significantly harder, he soon found his legs to be stronger than before. There within her little cage, he searched within her cupboards. Most of them were filled with photographs of him. His sleeping posture, his meals with his friends, his lessons and even his childhood photos. Shivers went down his spine but a little part of him felt touched. To know that someone was looking out for him. Moving onto the next album, he found his answers. Hundreds of photos showing Noah’s previous girlfriends. All of them now have X’s on their face as Lyra noted out their behaviour and patterns. He covered his mouth on instinct as Lyra took photos of her closing into them. Killing them in cold blood. This album alone was enough to send her to jail forever. Curiously, he spotted a diary, at the far back of the cupboard. Reaching deep inside, he found the first one. Not like he had anything else to do trapped here. A knock came in. Noah shoved everything that he found back to their original locations as his heart thumped. Who knew what the hell was she going to do to him? Make him into an actual mare? There, a trolley entered on its own. Plates of vegan food stacked upon one another. And that was it. She wasn’t coming in. Noah sighed in relief. As his stomach growled, he instinctively reached out for food and ate it down. Though he loved meat, his palette had changed drastically to suit his new equine body. Grabbing the book once more, he read her diary. Covered in crayons and other childish stickers, he braced himself. Dear Diary Today, I stayed with Granny again. I love Granny. She always takes cares of me when Mummy and Daddy aren’t around. I asked why they aren’t around but Granny tell me, they’re busy. Busy with work! Grrr. I hate work. I never see Papa. I never see Mama. Only at night where I hear them talk. Talk about boring work stuff! At least Granny loves me. Lyra Huh? It was strangely normal. Flipping through the other pages, Lyra just wrote about how her parents were neglectful and how she loved her Grandma. Noah felt a little bad for this younger Lyra but still, how did she grow up to be this twisted? He grabbed the next book. Still the same childish handwriting but with lesser stickers. Probably middle school now. Dear Diary, I… I don’t know what to feel. Dad just died in a car accident. Said something about drink driving and stuff. But he left us a lot of money. Like a couple million for me and mum. And I don’t know if I should feel happy or sad. Mum still doesn’t talk to me. We’re practically strangers in our home. Or her home as she likes to call it. She’s kicking me out once I turn 16. I… I don’t like this feeling. Makes me feel sick. Like Mum hates me but I don’t know what to say. She refuses to talk to me. I tried. I cried. I lied. But… she just doesn’t care. Oh what should I do now? Lyra Noah blinked a little. No, he couldn’t be feeling bad for her. She’s the psycho that kidnapped him here and yet… This was horrible. Horrible to see her suffer like this. She was only a child, wasn’t she? Flipping the next few pages, it read: Dear Diary, Today was the funeral. As me and Mum were beside Dad, I felt weird. I see him so at peace. Lying down. Dead. And something about it made me so happy. So excited. And yet I feel so sad. Sad that this is my fifth time seeing Dad’s face. Mum had no emotion like always. And I stopped trying to talk to her. It doesn’t matter, does it? My friends all pitied me. For having a dead father but I feel weird. When Granny died, I also felt this way. I cried a lot but… was happy for her? Maybe I’m just tired. Lyra He gulped. This was when she started going mad. Going to the deep end, wasn’t it? Yawning a little, he laid on her bed before his eyelids grew heavier. And there, he slept as a horse. Days passed by. Time just didn’t exist within this room. The same thing always happened. Food was delivered in a trolley. He ate it before going back to reading her diary logs. He just went through each and every single one of them. After all, he was bored out of his mind. He thought about exploring his body. The tingles and urges were growing stronger but he resisted. No. This was what she wanted. For him to become her perfect girlfriend. Distracting himself, he was already on the last page of her second diary. And there it read: Dear Diary, I turned 16. Mum gave me a credit card before kicking me out. What do I do now? Lyra The page had a little darker dot. Noah couldn’t help but feel bad for her. She… she shouldn’t need to be kicked out. She was just 16! Onto the third diary where it was a simple book. No more stickers. Only a simple black book. Not a scratch in sight. Supposed she was in high school now. The first few pages were ripped apart. Shredded. Leaving behind illegible scribbles, Noah flipped past them to read: Dear Diary, I found a place to stay. Money was never an issue but I… feel numb. Numbed out after crying for so many nights. I called Mom. Hundreds of times. She never picked up. And nothing… makes me feel happy. Maybe ending it all will be better. But even as I write this out, I don’t feel anything. Like I’m so indifferent to everything around me, there’s nothing at stake. Still going to school. Just… going through the motions. Lyra All of the next few entries followed the same theme. Lyra complained about her numbness. No longer was she complaining about anything in school. Just an emptiness that never went away. The horse girl looked at the rest of the books. Was he going to feel empty after all of those diaries? What was he going to do then? The next few books were the same. Sometimes, Lyra would write poems. Insert photos of herself, trying to smile. Photos of her at the club, taking drugs. Or her going to casinos, gambling. Anything to evoke a feeling. But as she wrote within her last entry in the seventh diary. Nothing. By this point, Noah’s mind craved interactions. He stroked against his cock a couple of times, causing his four breasts to enlarge slightly while his cock shrunk retracted. Moans escaped as he felt the pressure building up but nothing was released. A constant state of being edged and unable to be fulfilled. Even in his dreams, he was thinking about Lyra. Hoping to be by her side or something to ease her. The food was amazing as always but she wasn’t there. Being all alone for weeks was taking a toll on his mind. All of the pink imagery was tempting him. Tugging him to her intended solution: That being her girlfriend wouldn’t be so bad. Better than being all alone in her room. Sometimes, he would reread her previous diaries. Her younger ones where her cute spelling mistakes and grammar would show up. Time had no meaning for the horse. He would stand up. Walk around in his new hooves just for the sake of it. Or just look at himself. Admire her photography on the heart shape collage. He would gallop in circles — the only thing that had any muscles were probably his legs. And then he would play with himself. Fondling with his breasts and crying out for moans. Outside, Lyra was watching Noah. Watching him lose his mind. She giggled; she knew she couldn’t be there. Couldn’t be all clingy like those psychos in anime. For the man would just run. She never understood the point of attacking so directly. Noah loved her. Loved her even before she became this. He was just not in the right environment. Too many distractions with other people and not even time to reflect on himself. Just a single year to ensure Noah’s loyalty. That little horse girl would be yearning for her. Dying to even have a conversation with her. Because Noah needed her just like how she needed Noah. Or should she say, Noelle? Back inside the room, Noah hit himself. No. This had to stop. All these thoughts of Lyra. She was the person who trapped him here. Why was he sympathising with his kidnapper? He must remember this was for his escape. To find the opportunity to escape out of this psychopath’s grip. She grabbed the eighth book out. Gah, she meant he? She glanced down at herself. A pair of peaches on her upper and lower chest jiggled while his cock was still in between them. Barely three inches were left. Blushes came over her white fur. Admittedly, she was having too much fun with her parts. Her dick was mostly cosmetic — incapable of producing any fluids out even as she stood there for five minutes, wanting to piss. Embarrassing really. And her cunt was a needy bitch, constantly tempting her to rub one out. (She never did it but she could feel the call growing louder.) Shaking her head, she didn’t care. So what if she wasn’t a guy? And what if she’s Noelle instead of Noah? Big deal. She’s still the same horse girl with snow white fur. Grabbing the eighth book, her eyes widened to see it all pink. Like she had been transported back to Lyra’s childhood. Heart stickers and love stickers pasted all around. Flipping to the first page, it read: Dear Diary, I felt something. I felt something amazing today. I just… oh my god. So I was in school. Just a quiet shy girl, eating her food in recess. Didn’t care about anything really by this point like I said in the other books but but but sometimes girls would just pick on me. Claiming how boring I was… But then, a guy stood up for me. Someone actually cared for me. He said we should just stop fighting because I was probably going through something. That corny excuse managed to kill the mood and save me from them. At that moment, I felt a tingle in my heart. As he turned back, he had this kind smile. A smile that I missed so much. Granny’s smile. He talked to me, asking if I was fine and just checking up on me. Oh my god, he didn’t look halff bad either. Like. I felt nothing before this until now. Until he appeared to help me. Was this a dream? I’ll just keep a watch on it first before it was just a fluke. Lyra. Noelle put down the diary, feeling her cheeks warm up. She only wanted to act cool in front of Lyra, hoping to pick her up as a girlfriend down the line. But to read how it changed her life touched her… like she didn’t think much of it unlike her. The next few entries continued: Dear Diary, He actually reached out to me. I… feel so happy. So happy to have someone to talk to and he actually listens to me. Would be cuter as a girl but he was perfect for me. Always looking out for me. You know today, he actually stood beside me, claiming that he want to prevent what happened yesterday. It's so corny and yet… I couldn’t help but giggle about it. Is this what they call love? Lyra. This was bad. Guilt hit Noelle, crashing against her conscience. To think she meant this much to Lyra? And yet… she still cheated on her? She was just playing with her… and it felt even worse to think about it. Yeah, that time she thought she was cute… The next page terrified her but oddly made her excited. Her tail wagged as her eyes widened. And all of it was just repeated: His name is Noah. It was overwhelming but yet… enticing. Noelle immediately closed the book. No, this was definitely breaking her. Even as she tossed and turned in bed, she dreamt about Lyra. About the days she had with her. Or how clingy and cute she was. Due to the isolation, the horse whined in her sleep, moaning at how much she wanted Lyra. To be here. To talk to her. To see her instead of mere words on pages. She wanted it so much that her fingers played against her clitoris, amplifying her other curves. When she woke up, she couldn’t help but mutter Lyra’s name. How many days had it been since she was locked in here? Felt like three months. Three months without seeing anyone except reading her girlfriend’s diaries. Washing her face in the washroom from beneath, she stared against her reflection. Fuck. Her breasts were decently heavy now with crotch breasts constantly rubbing against his cock. If only Lyra was he… No! She stomped against the ground. Lyra was a killer. A fucking serial killer who killed and kidnapped her. Stop feeling bad for Lyra! But even as her thoughts ran through her mind, her tail betrayed them. Returning back, she tried her best to sleep. Stop thinking about Lyra. Stop reading about her. Stop trying to play with this body. All she had to do was eat and sleep to pass the time. That was it. So simple. Her resistance fell after a couple hours as her mind kept returning to Lyra. About her childhood or how shit she had treated Lyra. Thoughts that were akin to flies hovering around her mind. Reaching out to the diary, she read it. Further about how Lyra was gushing about how soft Noah was, like how her Granny acted. She loved every part, even the corny bits. A tear accidentally dripped from Noelle’s eyes. Fuck… Just before Noelle continued, a knock went through, revealing the same trolley but with Lyra pushing in. Her bright smile illuminated the room. “L…L…Ly…Lyra? Is that you?” Noelle rose to her hooves, a little embarrassed at her stammering. “Oh yes dear,” She said, spotting her diaries on her bed, “Someone’s been snooping around.” Noelle hung her head down. She deserved this harsh tone. But finally… she could see her girlfriend. To apologise and talk things out properly. Or maybe even a chance to free herself. Lyra’s fingers quickly brushed against her fur. Noelle squirmed, falling onto her bed. There, she massaged Noelle’s breasts, watching the horse blush hard. Extremely hard. And just as quickly as she came, she turned around, brushing against her tail, “Bye now.” “Wait!” Noelle grabbed onto her arm as the woman shrugged it off. Just as Noelle was about to follow her, Lyra slammed her body to the ground. Noelle screamed. Her entire body ached with pain. If there was one thing her new body was, it was sensitive. Watching Lyra leave once again, the same click echoed in Noelle’s mind. She was trapped here once more. But this time, Lyra’s touch lingered in her mind. She wanted more. More of her. More attention with more words exchanged. How was this fair to her? Like a low simmer, her thoughts were morphing one by one. Once outside however, Lyra wore the biggest smile. Noelle was hooked. All she needed to do was continue baiting her. Pulling her closer before pushing her away. And she was right. Noelle always loved her. Just needed the right environment and circumstances for her love to bloom.