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"Ready?" "I think so, yeah."

Mark and Jackie stood together, marveling the clearing in the woods for one last time. They'd only gone a little off the beaten path, they swore! But sometimes you just needed to explore a little, and their explorations had certainly borne fruit this time. Even though they could still see one of the nearby farms through the treeline, this place radiated a sort of energy that felt ever the opposite of the civilization they'd spent their whole lives in.

The fountain was small, almost like a bird bath, but the water was impossibly pure for something so still, and at the center of the basin was a long golden horn. Immaculate spirals and gentle reflections, with words across the rim that were clear even after so long.

Raise thy hand and break these chains.

My horn shall grant thee nature's power

Cut short thy final human hour

That life might thus within thee flower

And magic forever take thy reins.

Their grins were manic as they stared down at the unicorn horn. For what else could it be? Even at this distance, a gentle power could be felt reaching out, straining towards them. It yearned to be free, and they were more than happy to partake.

"On three?"

"Yeah. One... two... THREE!"

Human hands plunged into the fountain, grasping at the horn. The water was icy, but the horn banished all cold as soon as they touched. Something kept drawing at it, trying to keep the prize within, but together they pulled. Dragging, hefting, and finally...

"Gah!"

They flung back as the horn shot skyward, illuminating the clearing such that they could hardly see anything else. The light gathered together, finding those who had freed it, and shot deep into them.

All was still. For a few seconds they lay, not entirely daring to speak. Had... had that happened? But they knew it had to, for the warmth still swirled inside their very flesh. Slowly they rose, staring down at the empty fountain.

"So, um... what happens now?" "Hell if I know!" "I just... just... ohhh."

"?" Jackie looked at him quizzically. "Why did you s... top? Ohhhh..."

He FELT it, pounding within. Something was there, something deep and magical, and every pulse slammed against the confines of his body. He felt so warm, so wonderful, and even as his brain skipped a thought the clearing began to come into deeper focus.

"You... you feel that?" "Yeah... feels nice, warm..." "I feel... soft."

Mark wasn't quite sure how else to put it. The way his arm seemed to wobble as it moved, like he was being kneaded gently from all angles. Something was pushing gently at his chest, and he grabbed at the buttons. They didn't pop, but rather slid off one by one as if their purpose was finished. And below...

"Mark... your chest!" He patted at it, then once again. The nipples were starting to puff up, filled from the inside even as the flesh pushed them outward, skyward. He'd always had a little jiggle in his pecs, but now the fat was becoming far rounder, the edges curling inward and under until they could be nothing other.

Jackie leaned against the fountain, straining with something behind her. "Something... something's coming out... of..." But her butt finished the sentence, as a light brown patch of fur pushed against the hem of her skirt, forcing it out and downward until the elastic papped free. There was a tail, short and fluffy, and even as she tried to comprehend her hips bucked. Once, twice, her feet sliding on the grass as the tail INSISTED. It had to grow, had to get longer and thicker and far, far more sensitive than it had any right to be.

She was even with the fountain now, the tail dragging her butt upwards even as it sank inwards. The butt felt strange and flat, far more thigh than ass, and yet still it grew! Something was pushing from within, slamming downwards as her legs tried to keep up, but the way it was sliding OUT of her pussy... "N...naww... naawWWw..." She said it, she had to, but already she wondered why it was so bad. Surely it couldn't be, if it felt this GOOD.

Mark was leaning now too, something had grabbed onto his right hand and forced it down. His fingers wrapped around the edge of the fountain, but soon he only had three fingers, and then two. Where had the thumb gone? Dark silver fur was wrapping around his wrist even as it shied away, REFUSED to touch the end of his arm. And so the nails would have to suffice, wrapping and cradling until there was just soft flesh encased in a powerful hoof. His hoof, and as he tried to push away from the fountain it clopped on the hard stone. Force echoed through his body, making his chest jiggle and his butt sway.

"Wha... what's happening... to me?"

But he thought he knew, thought SHE knew. "AaahhHHHhh!" The power grabbed at his dick, taking it from all sides and pulling without rest. A suction, dragging his balls upward and around until a swollen, dark ring cradled all around his flopping shaft. It drew EVERYTHING in, stealing her growing breasts down further and further. She only had one hand left to grab onto the fountain, trying to keep herself up even as her thighs turned traitor and her toes were unmade. If she fell... she wouldn't be getting back up again. But the more the power turned to heat and softness inside... did she want to?

Jackie pushed away from the fountain, trying to... to stand. But the more he tried, the less he succeeded. His tail was swishing, wrapping around fluffy legs and tickling against equine ankles. His hooves forced his legs to bend backwards, even as the sweltering heat finished filling up every past part of his insides. But his crotch didn't have an inside, not anymore, and as he tried to feel it... "Oh GAWWWWd. H... hHHEEEE..." His brays shoved out at his face, and his ears grew long to try and hear more. Already it was echoing in his head, a sound that both made sense and shattered all sensibility.

"St... stay with meEEEHeehee..." Mary had flopped onto the grass awkwardly, staring between her... her legs. Two lumps were there, nipples proudly atop them, and the last splut of juice came from her pussy as any evidence of being male sank beneath her flesh. It drew inward, further, further, hotter and hotter! She raised a hand, but there was only a hoof there now. She reached, reeeeached... but all it could reach was her udders, udders that were growing larger and larger and obstructing everything. "Nn.... neeed..." Her throat was trying to whinny again, and she wouldn't let it, wouldn't...

But the force took her, flipped her over. Her butt started to buck as well, thrusting a long, powerful tail. Longer, longer! The udders flopped, the pussy leaked, and the more she tried to think of what to say the more her brain thought of sexy, happy noises instead.

Jack was there, his face long and drooping. It wasn't a donkey's, not quite yet, but the more he smelled her the longer it became. Soon there wouldn't be anything left, and there was only one way to get the madness out.

"J...pleEEasse..." "HhhAHWWW..."

He was atop her now, a strange place that his human mind reeled against. But he wanted it, needed it, and she could shut up and be quiet. The more Jackie strained, the more she wanted it as well, needed what he needed and there was no difference between the two.

She was under him now, a strange place that his human mined feared. But she wanted it, needed it, and he would have to take it. The more Mark recoiled, the deeper she was taken, the deeper they needed to be taken and there was no difference between the two.

Jack tried to find his footing, but it was his hoofing now and they supported him just fine. The less he thought, the better it became. How long was he, how thick and full his balls? His chest was flat against her, something was missing but it was okay if he had his pride and joy back there, in there. He came, and all was well.

Mary tried to find her footing, but her front legs were slammed down into the grass, her face atop it. It was all she could do to keep her butt in the air, huge and round and FULL. How wide was she spread, how large her dangling breasts? Her body was too curved, her thoughts too submissive, but it was okay if he had his pride and joy in there, in her. She came, and all was well.

They fell against the grass, trying to... to figure out what had happened. She tried... tried to feel thought and reason once again, and slowly as the world righted itself it centered around her head. Slightly in front, spiraling gently upwards. A horn, her horn, and as she focused on it peace swam over the new unicorn. Briefly she wondered why the horn was in front, not between her legs, as she slid into a gentle sleep.

He tried to feel thought and reason once again, even as he rolled on his back and his dick flopped happily on his belly. As the madness subsided, the world slowly centered around his hooves. They gleamed with gold, and as the donkey stood life returned to the soil. He briefly wondered why the power was down there instead of on his chest, as he slid into a gentle sleep.

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"We can't keep doing this, you know." "Yeah, I know, but..."

It was nighttime, some six months hence, and two large figures slid out of their apartment. They'd tried, they'd really tried, but this world just... wasn't made for them. Stairs detested their hooves, cars insisted on bipedal drivers, and every so often a madman or small child would look their way and see that the nice lady in the hoodie had a horn and hooves and wasn't wearing pants at all. Such a scene they made, though it was nice when they got a few pets out of the deal in exchange for silence.

They headed out towards the woods, large bags strapped to their backs. Mary had to pause, a gentle kick from behind that was both maternally pleasing and ow no stop that rude. Jack slowed down, letting her lean into his larger frame. A golden ass and a pregnant unicorn entered into the glade, just a bit off the beaten path where few would dare to tread.

"I think we've got more on the way." "No shit, sherlock." "No, look. Footprints."

Indeed, little footprints headed into the clearing, towards the fountain where Mary had left her first shed horn. The water had not been disturbed, but as they smiled they knew it was only a matter of time. Few could resist nature's call, once they had seen it for themselves.

The two headed further into the woods, farther and farther past the treeline until even the farms could not be seen. They didn't need the support of such things, not anymore. Four hooves to stand on, and four to lean against. It was all they really needed.