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Raucous laughter trailed off behind the pair as they passed the crowd lined up outside the club. Olivia's cheeks felt rosy warm, despite the chill of the air. There was a definite electricity between Natalie and herself as they walked, shoulders occasionally bumping into one another. Her apartment wasn't too far away - close enough to walk if you were in good company - and the night air helped her clear her head.

Olivia was still reeling. There was something about tonight that was just different. She felt confident. Powerful. She felt strong in a way she just couldn't put her finger on. The way she had brazenly propositioned Natalie was so unlike anything she had done before, but it felt good. So very, very good. And then there was what happened in the bathroom...

Natalie looked over and saw her biting her lip.

"Whatchoo' thinking about?" She probed.

Pulled out of thought, Olivia blinked in surprise. "Oh! I Uh..." She trailed off. She couldn't exactly tell her company that she had fingered herself in the bathroom shortly after grinding against her on the dance floor. She couldn't share that she still had a distracting tingle and yearning ache between her legs, made noticeable by the gentle friction of every single step home. "... My feet kind of hurt. That's all."

It was true. Since she had come back from the bathroom, there was a distinct ache in the balls of her feet. She had chalked it down to a combination of wearing heels, and... well, being up on her tippy toes while she... yeah. Olivia flashed Natalie a disarming smile.

"Yeah, that's the problem with heels, isn't it?" Natalie laughed. "They make your ass and legs look incredible, but they punish the hell out of your feet, don't they?"

"Are you saying my ass looks good?" Olivia teased.

She grinned in response. "I'm saying I'd butter it and eat it like a crumpet."

The rest of the walk home was pleasant enough, save for the consistently growing ache in her feet. By the time they reached the foyer of her apartment, Olivia's pace had slowed to a dawdle. Both feet felt like they were in a vice grip, and a distinct ache travelled up each calf into her thigh. She hid it well and Natalie thought nothing of taking their time, enjoying the walk with such enticing company.

It was in the ride up the elevator that Olivia happened to look down at her toes and noticed that they appeared rather darker than normal, but the lighting above them also cast shadows about the floor, so surely it was nothing, right?

The elevator came to a gentle stop at her floor, and the doors dinged open. Natalie had said nothing the whole ride up here, and Olivia had a growing sense of anticipation and nervousness about the whole encounter. There was no denying that she was distinctly aroused and that Natalie likewise seemed more than a little interested in the idea - it had halfway crossed her mind to hit the emergency stop button on the elevator and pin Natalie to the wall while she pulled her pants down and... an instinctive groan escaped Olivia before she could catch herself, and she blushed. It wouldn't have taken much to realise what she was thinking about. Thank god the doors opened before she had a chance to embarrass herself further. She gestured for her company to exit first, fumbling in her clutch for the keys as she followed.

The door creaked open and the lights were flicked on, revealing a tidy one-bedroom apartment with brown leather couches and cream walls. It was well-furnished and comfortable, albeit a little on the older side. Olivia stepped off to the side, one arm leaning against a wall as she tugged at the straps of a high heel.

"Make yourself at home. The bathroom is off to the right over there," she gestured with her chin. "And the kitchen is to the left."

Natalie nodded, looking around with interest. "If you don't mind, I might actually grab a quick shower?" It was common courtesy that, if one had the option to do so before an intimate encounter, a shower was a good way to ensure one was fresh for the taking.

"Oh, sure thing. The towels are... Er, excuse me." Without finishing the sentence, she stood up quickly and crossed the floor to her bedroom, shutting the door behind her. Her redheaded company didn't seem to mind, and simply shrugged before disappearing to the shower, but Olivia's heart was pounding. That shadow over her toes that she saw in the elevator? It wasn't a shadow.

Stumbling backwards against the bed, she tore one of the heel straps in a panic and wrenched it off, throwing it across the room. There was a distinct sense of relief as the shoe came off, but her toes were a shade or two darker than they should be, and the skin was getting darker by the moment. Something was very, very wrong. She whimpered softly as her eyes went wide. Olivia quickly pulled the shoe off her other foot and watched in disbelief as the skin on both her toes became hard and black, merging together with a distinctly unpleasant but not painful sensation, until rounded, sleek hooves took their place. It wasn't as if she was wearing the hoof like a shoe - her foot was the hoof! In trying to wiggle her toes, Olivia discovered that it was as if the hoof had become one singular hard toe on its own, and for a brief moment, a sense of curiosity almost overtook her fear as she marvelled at the sensation.

She braced herself against the side of the bed, lifting herself backwards until she was able to seat herself on the mattress. Legs stretched out in front of her, Olivia watched the way this metamorphosis crept its way up her body; above her newly acquired hooves, the skin was a soft, warm grey, and covered with a downy layer of fur. It spread up her ankles like a fine pair of stockings, her body changing shape under the fur as it went. Her heels and ankles elongated into delicate fetlocks, tufts of fur growing off the backs of each. Her calves smoothed into shapely equine legs. As her thighs darkened and changed, she ran a hand down the fur, and the skin underneath positively tingled at her touch. The hooves, the sleek grey fur, the fetlocks... It was almost as if she was changing into-

And then it hit her. A sudden realization smacked Olivia clean in the face. She blinked slowly, recalling the bottle that was still sitting on her dresser. There it was, sitting to her right. The label read Perfume by Jenny.

Jenny. A female donkey. It was the god damn perfume, wasn't it? Her mind reeled.

It was at this point, however, that Olivia definitely noticed her dress was starting to feel tight across her hips and thighs. Before she could follow the thought about the perfume any further, the tightness of her clothing started to become quite painful, and so she was forced to wrestle her way out of a dress while trying to balance on the edge of a bed, held up by hooves that she absolutely was not used to yet. With an ungraceful grunt, the dress came off over her head, tearing halfway as it went. The bra, however, was another matter entirely. Trying to lean forward with hands and fingers working behind her back, Olivia managed to unclip herself, but not before toppling forwards off the bed.

Olivia caught herself, landing on her hands and knees, body now bare and exposed while these strange changes were underway. It was only a matter of time before these new sensations reached her private areas, and she felt a pressure like nothing else before as a long, swishy tail grew in. Her labia grew and engorged to match the lower half of her body and, bent over as she was, she felt that familiar compulsion to explore what was hers. Her nipples hardened in anticipation as Olivia moved a hand towards her hips.

She could feel the skin along her tummy change as she went, which was an incredibly strange sensation under her fingertips. Her pubic hair, although normally trimmed neatly, had almost vanished altogether. Instead, her mound was covered with the same soft white fur that ran across her tummy and the inside of her thighs, save for the- Ooooh! She shivered in pleasure and closed her eyes as she pushed a finger against her slit, the soft lips parting gently to reveal hot and ready flesh that was aching to be touched. God, everything was so incredibly sensitive, and her labia were just so large and so incredibly soft. Olivia ran a finger along her slit, pushing deeper with an excited shudder. She could feel her body respond to her touch, and the familiar warmth and moistness of her opening against her fingertip, begging to be explored. Mmm, but not quite yet. Good god, everything was just so fucking sensitive right now! Each little circle, every movement, set off a feeling of sparklers inside her. It was so intense that it was almost too much sensation, and yet in the back of her mind, there it was again - the perverse pleasure she would gain from being taken from behind, mounted like the animal she was by a strong, handsome jack...

"I do hope you're not -too- busy in there..." The sing-song voice outside the door made Olivia jump, her attention shooting up to the door in front of her. Fuck! With everything going on, she had completely forgotten that Natalie was over. She could hear the sound of footsteps getting closer. FUCK FUCK! What the hell was she supposed to do here? How do you even tell your date that you- Olivia stifled a scream as she realised her face had grown a muzzle. She rocked back on her heels, hands thrown up to her face to make sure it was real.

"I- I uh. Just give me a minute!" She yelled back. The approaching footsteps stopped. Thank Christ. Olivia's heart hammered in her chest. Her eyes darted around the room frantically. The perfume bottle! She scrambled to her feet, teetering woefully on her newfound hooves, and attempted to make her way across to the dresser. She wobbled where she stood, arms waving wildly to try and steady herself, but it was no use. Olivia fell towards the dresser with a clatter, grabbing the chair on the way down to try and catch herself, long ears flopping about.

"Uh. Olivia, are you okay in there?" A concerned voice came from the other side of the door.

"I'm fine!" She lied. "I'm just... I'm tidying up." Olivia kneeled in front of the dresser and groped for the perfume bottle. FUCK FUCK FUCK! She turned the bottle over and over in her hands, but there was only one thing written on it. Perfume by Jenny. No instructions for use. No "So I'm a fucking animal, now turn me back". No hotline to call. In desperation, she squirted herself again with the perfume, closed her eyes and hoped. She held her breath and prayed for what seemed like an eternity, and then opened her eyes and looked behind her in the mirror. Two big brown eyes framed by long, velvety ears and a white muzzle stared back at her. An icy chill ran down her spine. Olivia was on her own with this. She was absolutely helpless, stuck in a body that wasn't her own. How could you even ask for help with something like this? She couldn't call an ambulance, could she? No. She wasn't in danger, and she sure as hell couldn't afford the insurance fee, assuming they didn't just freak out and call animal control. God!

Breathe. Just breathe. Olivia steeled herself. One problem at a time.

"Natalie, I'm not feeling very well. I think it was something I ate. I'm really sorry, but you should probably go home," Olivia announced. She bit her cheek, anxiously awaiting a response. God, she felt like such an asshole, but what else was there to do? Suddenly announce she had hooves and floppy ears?

The sound of footsteps closed in on the other side of the door. "I'm sorry, what? What do you mean?" Natalie sounded upset. Understandably so, she thought. "You just said you were tidying up in there, didn't you?"

Olivia grimaced. "I... I have a stomach ache. I think I have the runs."

"This suddenly? Then why are you in the bedroom?" She could hear the frustration in Natalie's voice. "Is it... Is it me? Did I do something, Olivia?" On the other side of the door, her friend stood dressed in only a towel, dejected. When they entered the apartment, Natalie's only thought was of her friend. Maybe tonight she'd finally be brave enough to tell her how she'd felt all this time. After they had explored each other's bodies, lying in bed in a tangle of arms and legs, wrapped in sweat and sheets, she would be able to tell her.

"No, nonono. God no! No, it's just..." She fumbled for words. "I can't really explain it, alright?"

Natalie sighed. "Olivia, whatever it is, just come out here and we can talk, okay? If it's about your body and the way you look, you're beautiful. You could grow a second head and I'd still think you looked incredible."

Her words came out as a whimper. "I can't. Not this."

There were footsteps on the other side of the door, suddenly. "Olivia, what's going on? Can I come-"

"No! Wait!" She lunged at the door from where she kneeled, watching almost in slow motion as the door handle turned and the door was pushed. Everything was a blur, until her eyes slowly focused on Natalie's face, trying to read her expression. For a moment, there was a deafening silence - neither of them spoke, Olivia mute in fear, Natalie trying to make sense of what she was seeing - and then Natalie matter-of-factly crossed her arms and nodded.

"You look right silly there on the floor. Can I give you a hand up?"