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With her hands clamped firmly over her mouth, Natalie looked up at her maned companion; a panicked expression plastered over her face, the barnyard noise that escaped her had both of them stunned. It was supposed to be a squeal! Why in god's name was it a bray?! She could feel her face heating up as the silence between them grew. Should she apologise? Would Liv think she was being mocked? Was this contagious!? Fuck!

Olivia, looking down at her naked friend draped across her bed, blinked. The "hee haw" obviously shocked the both of them, but in the moment, she watched Natalie's face and the concern that followed and felt a giddy rush of laughter bubble up from inside her belly. God, she had gone through this process not half an hour ago. Those expressions? Yeah, she recognised them. The laughter burst out of her almost explosively, leaving the jenny doubled over in stitches until she wheezed, and the wheezing turned into braying of her own.

Natalie looked up, incredulous. "Olivia, fucking hell, are you laughing at me? I JUST MADE DONKEY NOISES!"

Trying to catch her breath, she looked at her friend with tears down her velvet cheeks. "Oh god, Nat. I'm so sorry," she gasped, leaning on the bed. "I just..."

"Liv, come on," she moped, propping herself up on her elbows.

Olivia wiped away her tears of laughter, smiling gently as she climbed into the bed and lay next to her concerned friend. She rolled onto her side to look at the redhead. "I didn't mean to laugh at you, Nat. It's just that you had the same look on your face that I did when I saw these," she looked down the bed at her hooves, wriggling them next to Natalie's feet.

The young woman big her lip, brows furrowed. "Liv, am I turning into a donkey, too?"

"Would that be so bad?" Olivia crooned, reaching forward to brush the hair off her companion's face. "I promise it doesn't hurt. And it's pretty fun, too." A flick of her tail could be head against the bed covers behind them. Natalie looked up with an expression that said she wasn't entirely convinced, and perhaps a little scared.

"Whatever happens, Natalie, we're in this together, okay?" She assured her. In a response that needed no explanation, the redhead moved forward and kissed her friend, running a hand along her soft, white muzzle. As strange as this was, there was a certain peaceful calm between the pair as they lay there; that whatever arose, they wouldn't be facing it on their own. Was this perhaps a suggestion that they were more than friends now? Natalie pushed the thought down. There would be time for details later - right now, all that mattered was here on this bed.

Lips sliding slickly over each other, Natalie reached up to run her fingers along one of the big, fluffy ears her friend now possessed. She could feel Olivia moan into her mouth, before the anthro gently wrapped her fingers around her hand and brought it back down to her side.

"Oh no, miss. It's my turn to make you squirm," Olivia gave her a devious grin before reaching off the bed and pulling open a drawer of the bedside table. With a flutter of her long eyelashes, she produced a palm-sized vibrator and waggled it enticingly.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to use this on you," she admitted, rolling back over to look at Natalie with her big, dark eyes. She turned the vibe on, and a soft hum filled the air between them.

"Is that - ah - so?" The redhead arched her back skyward as Olivia applied the vibrator to her left nipple.

"Oh, absolutely. I've thought about it plenty. I've thought about what your body would look like, what you'd smell like, what kind of noises you'd make..." Olivia traced the tip of the vibrator down between her breasts and over her stomach as she trailed off, stopping just before the rise of her friend's hips. A gentle gasp parted Natalie's lips as she writhed on the bed. Her body was a delicious mix of cream and shadows in the low light. Outside the apartment, on the street below, a siren wailed past, but everything else seemed so distant now that these two were in a world of their own.

"If I can - ahh - confess something," Natalie squirmed. "I've wanted you. For months now. It's like I can't stop thinking about you, but I was too embarrassed to say anything. I was worried that... well, you know..."

"... that you were gay?" Olivia questioned, raising her hand off her friend slightly.

"Well, yeah." Natalie looked bashful and wouldn't meet her eyes.

"Natalie. Let me get this straight," Olivia laughed gently. "You were worried that I, a woman that enjoys the company of other women, would know and judge you for having the hots for me? How scandalous!"

Natalie gave her a playful scowl and slapped her gently on the arm. "Look, when you put it that way..."

Leaning in to blow a nostril of hot air against her neck, Olivia growled. "Listen. You spend far too much time thinking and worrying, and not enough time moaning like the pretty little thing you are." With that, Olivia ran her fingers and the vibrator against Natalie's soft slit and she sang out, arching her back and scrunching her hands into the bedcovers.

Much like the increase in sensation and arousal when Olivia underwent her transformation, so too was Natalie experiencing a kind of bliss she had never felt before. It washed over her in waves, rushing outward from the bud between her labia like ripples of pleasure across a glowing lake. Olivia massaged the vibe in small, rhythmic circles. Sometimes keeping it simple was the best option.

Curiously, she watched Natalie's hand, balled into the blanket in a writhing fist, as the skin across it slowly darkened in what was a familiar sight. Sure enough, she looked up to see her curled toes changing, too. While it was rather terrifying experiencing it firsthand, now that she understood what was going on, Olivia marvelled at how beautiful the process was. A coat of downy fur slowly spread up her arms, like long, sensual gloves. As Natalie squirmed and lifted her hips, Olivia could see the white fur slowly spread from her navel, growing outwards to cover her tummy, her ribs and the gentle slope of her breasts. It was magnificent.

Natalie seemed aware of her own transformation, her moans changing from soft, panting utterances to more throaty, drawn out whinnies. Her own composure thrown to the wind, it was evident that Natalie had given herself over to this experience whole-heartedly, and certainly wasn't going to cum quietly.

"God, you're sexy like this," Olivia hissed, quickening the pace with which she used the vibe. When Natalie looked up and their eyes locked, Olivia could see the urgency behind her stare. This beautiful thing, mid-transformation, sprawled out on her bed, was enjoying herself and wanted to climax. She had hit that tantalising mindset where Natalie would do almost anything to cum, and a devious thought bubbled up from somewhere inside Olivia's mind.

"Mm. Someone's enjoying themselves," she crooned. "I bet you'd give anything for a thick, hot cock to push up against your pussy right now, huh?"

Natalie writhed. Her only answer was a loud moan as she nodded her head.

"If you're a good girl and cum for me, how about I take out my strap on and get you to suck it like the little slut you are so it's all slick and wet..."

She watched as Natalie bit her lip, hard, struggling to contain herself.

"And then I'll bend you over, push the tip against your sweet little cunt and make you squirm..."

Oh, the moans grew louder. Natalie was arched up over the bed, hands buried into the covers and holding on for dear life. She was close. So close.

".. and then I'm going to push inside you, fill you up with every last inch and make you mine. I'm going to pound you until you scream my name."

That was enough to throw Natalie over the edge; her whole body went rigid, muscles tense as waves of pleasure tore through her. Her body arched up from the bed, hips thrust skyward as her legs shook violently. The noise she made was divine, and quite possibly loud enough to wake the neighbours as she came. Almost her whole body had undergone the miraculous transformation - she was the picture of an anthro donkey from hooves to muzzle. Curiously, Olivia moved the vibrator and her hand away from Natalie's lips.

She would have been lying if she said she wasn't just as curious about her friend's intimates, and while Natalie was sprawled out, it wouldn't hurt to take a peek, right? As she moved her hand, she was met with a surprising sight - her friend's clit was engorged and throbbing. With each diminishing wave of pleasure Natalie was experiencing, her clitoris grew. At first, it was a nub, not larger than Olivia's thumb, but it quickly grew in size, changing shape as it went.

"Natalie!" Olivia gawped, shamelessly staring at her friend's genitals.

The redhead responded with a confused grunt, head foggy with endorphins. She groggily propped herself up on an elbow, looking to Olivia with a questioning expression across her flushed face. Following her gaze, Natalie's eyes grew wide as she realised that the sensation she had been experiencing was nothing other than growing her own member. As the pair watched, her clitoris grew into a lengthy penis that flopped against her thigh. While not presently erect, it was entirely anatomically correct for a jack, complete with the ring of tissue at the end that would flare should she become engorged and aroused.

Olivia tentatively extended a furred fingertip towards the member - it was like nothing she had seen before - but Natalie pushed her hand away with a shake of her head.

"No, don't touch it yet. Something... doesn't feel quite right," she uttered, eyebrows furrowed.

"What do you mean?" Olivia looked at her friend, mildly concerned.

"It's like," she paused, considering. "Kind of a pressure, here." Natalie brought her hand down to her lower belly, rubbing the skin tenderly. "It's almost like..."

Without finishing the sentence, Natalie drew a deep breath and tensed her abdominal muscles, using her diaphragm to push downwards. It was an involuntary bodily response to the odd sensation she was experiencing, but it was effective. She stopped and her eyes widened as she felt something move internally. It wasn't a bad sensation, but definitely not something she had experienced before. Her body told her, however, that this was the right thing to do.

"Is everything okay, Nat?" Olivia probed.

She nodded. "Yeah, it's just -" she gave another push, lips pursed. "I feel like something's moving? I can't quite explain it. Just... give me a moment?" Natalie took in another deep breath, closed her eyes and pushed hard. She wasn't entirely certain what was going to happen and, while the sensation wasn't painful by any means, she squeezed her eyes closed and clenched her jaw from the effort. To the surprise of both the women, Natalie's left testicle descended into a newly formed scrotum and she felt an immediate sense of relief.

"That's... Well, that's a nut, Nat," Olivia laughed, blinking in surprise. And there it hung, in all its glory. Beneath and slightly left of the shaft, a soft sack of hairless grey skin hung pendulously, gently carrying the large egg-shape within. Natalie reached down to touch it, just as stunned. The skin was smooth and cool to the touch, but there was room for one more. She looked up at her friend and they locked eyes for a moment in silence, before Olivia grinned.

"Out of all the weird shit I've seen tonight, this takes the cake," she chuckled. "But you do what you need to do. Can I get you a glass of water or something?"

Natalie shook her head. "No, I just need a moment. But maybe after this, we could take a timeout, yeah?"

"Oh, absolutely. How about I go and put the kettle on and leave you to it, huh?" Olivia looked at the doorway. Was this something Natalie needed privacy for? It felt like it, but how in the hell were you supposed to apply social decorum to a situation like this? At Natalie's approval, she scurried off the bed and made her way to the doorway. Now that she had spent some time in this body, it didn't seem altogether so strange. Walking on hooves wasn't terribly far off walking in heels, frankly, and she felt a hell of a lot taller.

"Call me if you need anything, yeah?" She shouted as she made her way out the door and into the living room.

Natalie lay back on the bed and sighed. As she stared at the ceiling, she could feel the distinct pressure on the right side of her lower abdomen. While only uncomfortable right now, she could tell it would become painful if not attended to quickly. Oddly enough, it felt better having a bit of privacy to herself for this moment. Not that there had been any issue with the proceedings tonight, but this particular act seemed more intimate than the rest, she mused.

Natalie closed her eyes and focused her attention on her pelvic and abdominal muscles. The last 6 months of yoga classes were finally paying off, I guess? She stifled a chuckle, working on getting herself comfortable and drawing in a deep breath. She tensed her stomach and readied her body before increasing pressure in her abdomen. She could feel the pressure on the internal object, and feel it begin to shift, but it wasn't going to move without a bit more convincing. Natalie took a moment to exhale and collect another deep breath, this time pushing hard enough to make her head spin. She gritted her teeth and grabbed the bedcovers in her fists, pulling the duvet as if it gave her more leverage. As stars began to fill her eyes and she could feel the dizziness creeping up, she felt a satisfying internal pop and an immediate release of pressure, like taking off shoes that were three sizes too small.

An audible sigh escaped her as her muscles relaxed all at once and she melted into the bed. A lazy hand reached down to feel her scrotum, now full and balanced with two testes where they should be. It was incredibly sensitive to the touch, and the skin responded to the ambient temperature of the room. It was an interesting sensation, to say the least.

Internally, she felt a strange shift, like someone had flicked the lights on where there was previously a dark room. Natalie felt powerful. She felt a rush that she couldn't quite put her finger on, like these changes meant she could do just about anything she god damn well wanted to.

Natalie stared up at the white ceiling. Out of all the strange things that had happened tonight, Olivia was absolutely right - this one topped them all.