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DJ-P3G45U5 - Track 1 - Wing Check

By Danath

Characters © Leo Archon

Written during Freebies Vol. 86: Open Menu Edition

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Leo's short red legs pounded down the concrete stairs leading from the neighborhood street to the door of his basement apartment. Even though he was only five and a half feet tall, the red wolf ducked beneath the domed doorway out of instinct as he turned the corner and entered the run-down building. Being as it wasn't much to look at from the outside, it wasn't much inside either. Whatever charm it used to have had been renovated, replaced, and upgraded on the cheap. Even the paint on the walls and ceilings had a cheap luster to it.

The wolf was used to it by now, and after getting done with his day job to pay the rent, the apartment had the things that he did look forward to, especially today. Leo padded past several keyboards and synths, a table full of small electronics in various states of disrepair, and piles of books and magazines scattered around the living room. The furniture was mass produced and plasticky, but considering the soldering burns etched into the top of the dining room table, it was probably for the best.

Leo walked past the small television and old couch which came with the place when he moved in. The couch was simply too large to get out of the door, and how it was brought in was a mystery, while the small television remained because the wolf couldn't afford a new one. Circumstances being what they were, he was trying to make the most of things, but working shifts at gas stations and cafes while working on music at night hadn't been his plan at the start.

But it was where he'd ended up. Leo flopped into the worn office chair in front of his rickety computer desk and logged in, ears perking forward as he listened to the fans spin up. There were more keyboards, synths, MIDI controllers, and modulators, all sorts of music-making tools, all connected and spliced and wired together in strange configurations that barely made sense to Leo, let alone anyone else, but helped him achieve his longtime goal: make that album.

He uploaded the finished version last night. It had been on sale for 24 hours, and he promised himself he wasn't going to look for all that time. He'd certainly thought about little else, though, and he clicked through the screens into his account with a growing, nervous thumping in his chest. Leo licked his lips as the screen loaded.

The wolf put his whole being into the album. It was the product of several years of work, countless live gigs, testing and experimentation, and every dollar he could scrape together to create the best work he could. But there was no telling how the market would react. Leo steadied his paw and clicked the button to get into the detailed view of his album in the control panel, ready for anything.

It turned out he wasn't quite ready for anything. Especially not the plain, simple, single-digit "6" next to the "Lifetime Sales" label.

The wolf's dark red fur ruffled as he slumped into the office chair. His arms hung at his sides. Six? Six! After all that hard work. He sighed and slid lower into his seat. Just six sales... sure, dubstep and techno and the like weren't the most popular genres anymore, but they were his passion, and he thought the album was pretty good, so why only six? Six!

Ugh. Leo felt a wave of frustration build inside him. First the whole thing with the scholarship. Then the apprenticeship. Then the building fire, leaving him out on his butt with a few half-melted speakers. And now, after getting himself together, working hard, and putting everything he could into one great piece of music... six!

The wolf's leg kicked out, lashing out really, as he instinctively vented some of his anger. His toe claws stubbed into the wall behind the desk, and then, howling with pain, his ankle twisted into the cords and cables so carefully sewn together underneath. The wheels on the office chair broke as he fell backwards, dragging sparking electronics down on top of him as his whole body went rigid with the electrical shock. From head to toe, the dark red wolf's body was bathed in a strange white glow while keyboards and synths and speakers fell around him, sparking off the glow and bouncing aside.

Leo's eyes went wide, though there was no sign of his pupils or irises. Instead, his skull glowed from within, a bright white light that soon intensified and overwhelmed the other glows and sparks still cascading down around him.

Blasts of flickering electrical light flashed through the half-windows along the sidewalk next to the building as the wolf's highly experimental, intricate, and specialized musical equipment seemingly turned on its master...

* * *

Leo woke up with a groan. His arm was asleep and bent at a strange angle under his chest. There was something heavy and sharp digging into his backside. And his tail was twisted around and pinned by more sharp, heavy things... just what was...

Remembering suddenly, the wolf lurched up to his knees, dragging his tail from under a box speaker as cables and electronic boards dangled from his arms and shoulders.

"Oh, no! No, no, no!"

Leo looked around the room at the destroyed machine with dismay - but there wasn't time to worry about it now, because that nap meant he had no time to get ready for the gig tonight. And no gigging meant no rent money, let alone replacing all the stuff he just broke...

Leo leaned against the wall. Cables pooled around his feet as he closed his eyes and considered, not for the first time, simply quitting. Giving up. Finding a different hobby. It shouldn't have to be this difficult, after all, should it?

The wolf sighed, then pushed himself back upright and started hunting for anything he could use tonight at the show - CDs full of MP3s, a laptop with the software he'd need, some headphones. Good enough. Along with a few keyboards and controllers, he stuffed everything into a large duffel and looked back over his shoulder at the destroyed computer. All that time, all that effort... it had been like a good friend to him. Maybe he could salvage some of it. At least nothing burnt.

The wolf shook his head as flashes of white light appeared in the back of his eyes. Strange. Hopefully he wasn't going to come down with something before the show, he thought. That would be just his luck, though.

Hauling the sac of electronics along with him, Leo headed for the nearby club that let him play sets and paid him a few bucks in exchange. The place wasn't usually very busy on the weekdays and tonight was no different in that regard. Even calling it a "club" was a stretch. There was no door security and the sign outside advertised the drink specials - but it did have a large, dedicated dance floor and some pretty good lighting. The speakers weren't so bad either, once Leo gave them a once-over and tuned them up.

It was past nine already, and he was supposed to go on at 9:45. The current DJ was playing some vaporwave and house for the half-dozen people on the dance floor, though they were mostly standing around socializing in circles with drinks in their paws. Leo headed down the side wall, nodding to the bartenders as he passed, and through a door into the back of the club. The hallway had doors to the manager's office, a washroom, custodial and supplies, plus a freezer, and the entrance to the small stage at the front of the dance floor.

It was a dark, quiet, hidden little nook, out of view of the stage and the audience, where Leo could set up a few playlists and get his synth's keyed correctly. There was no time to do anything new tonight, but he could mix on the fly for a few hours easily enough - or just play the stuff off the new album. There didn't seem to be much of a point in promoting it, though...

Flashes of white appeared in his eyes again. Leo blinked, still seeing them even with his eyelids closed. The blurry hot light focused, showing a line of curves set at a slight angle, slightly overlapping, but distinct. The shapes moved together, like a wave, and suddenly the light flashed even brighter than ever.

Leo stumbled back and fell on his backside as a gust of air floated by, ruffling his fur.

"What was that?" he gasped, then clamped his hand over his muzzle, hoping he hadn't been heard. It was unlikely - the current DJ was playing some songs with heavy bass at the moment. In fact, the tempo was increasing faster and faster.

The lights in his eyes returned, more distinct and clear. From the depths of his inky black pupils, a row of white feathers shone and swept forward, until his eyes glowed from within and his jaw dropped open.

"Hnngghh! What's... happening..."

The rhythm of the song suddenly changed. There was a downbeat, and then a shocking silence. A low, wailing siren filled that silence, and it grew louder and louder as the overhead lights flashed quicker and quicker.

A deep, manipulated voice spoke and the siren stopped: "Drop the bass."

A familiar, popular dubstep song started playing. Leo had heard it a hundred times before. But now, as the rapid-fire drum rhythms hit his ears and the cacophony of interlaced sounds drew together, his head tipped back and his eyes filled the small alcove with a white glow.

Leo fell to his knees, then bent over. His lean and narrow backside arched and his shoulders hunched. Shards of white light erupted from his shoulder blades and stretched outwards, coalescing from a fuzzy, blinding brilliance into large and heavy white feathers.

"What?" Leo gasped, watching over his shoulder as a pair of wings stretched and unfurled from his backside, rising high up the sides of the walls of the narrow backstage space.

The music seemed to get louder as Leo's ears twitched. His elbows wobbled, and the large white-feathers splayed as they stretched higher and higher above him. A flushed heat ran up his belly and into his chest, then spread into his extremities. The wolf's shining eyes blazed as the pulsing, thumping, screaming, tearing music dragged him forward and punched him in the gut, triggering something inside of him and setting it free.

The wolf's torso stretched backwards, arms thrusting outwards to the sides. His dark red muzzle clamped shut, then shifted, stretching and filling out, forming a larger and stronger jawline. His muzzle elongated, flattened on the top, and the fur receded to a fine hide rather than fuzzy pelt. The flicking ears atop his head continued to twist and fold over, but they grew larger with a narrow base, with a diamond silhouette rather than a triangle.

Leo snorted through wider nostrils as the heat swept through him again. What was happening? He tried to understand, but it was so hard to think with so much changing all at once. It wasn't just his head, now definitely more equine. It wasn't the wings, with thick feathers as long as his arms. But maybe it was the pair of melons stretching his t-shirt. Yep, that was getting his attention.

The wolf's dark red fur shifted and rippled from the head down, not just shrinking in length but adding a definite purplish tinge, leaving him looking more equine and less lupine by the moment. He held his paws under the bosoms swelling inside his shirt and groaned as the plump nipples stretched the cloth into his fingers.

The music grew even louder, stronger, as the song picked up into the middle parts.

Leo's eyes cracked open. His eyes were a darker shade of blue than before, but the white shine was gone. And he realized he wasn't quite himself anymore.

The pegasus's jaw dropped open as she stuffed an arm past hir swelling breasts, past the bulge in hir blue jean shorts, to the heat between hir hips. Hir tongue draped out over hir plump lips as shi found something to indulge, and lost in the music as shi was, shi couldn't stop hirself. The haze of pleasure overwhelmed Leo's senses, and shi couldn't stop tapping along to the beat.

The amaranth hide shifted across hir stretching chest as the neckline of the t-shirt pulled down lower and lower, somehow not ripping despite stretching nearly to the end of the tops of the two huge swells. The lower part of the shirt lifted up as the pegasus's slender, elegant arms lifted and pressed into the walls beneath hir wings. Between hir legs, the jean shorts stretched and frayed, especially as hir hips thickened despite hir belly staying nearly the same size. Smooth, supple, lean... the pegasus tipped hir head back and stroked down hir long neck, over the exposed cleavage of hir growing bosoms, and down hir flat, tight little stomach to the wide, flaring hips, where an enormous equine maleness curled over an equally impressive pair of pegasus balls. Long, wide thighs and powerful calves reached down into smooth, glossy hooves, nearly midnight black but for a slight tinge of purple, the same deep amaranth as the rest of her.

Leo's eyes widened again as she leaned her shoulders back and groaned. The t-shirt pulled up over her huge breasts, and both fat jugs flopped forward, bouncing and rippling against her paws as shi tried to catch them. Hir slender fingers stroked across the fat teats, squeezing and teasing them, as the bulge in her shorts throbbed and thickened further and further. The shorts, by now far too small for hir, pulled higher up hir thighs, under the fat bulge in the front was pushed down lower than the legs. The button at the top of the zipper broke, along with the zipper which failed next, leaving the stretched, pale white briefs underneath partially displayed, along with the downwards-pointing root of her thick equine maleness.

Leo wrapped one paw around the bulge, groping hard, stroking the thick maleness, easily over a foot long already. Twice as big as he was normally. Just what was happening? It felt so good... hir wings fluttered as she moaned, and realized that hir long tail was swishing to the rapid beat of the music - it was nearly the end of the dubstep song already.

"Alright, I'm gonna keep this one going as I hand you off to our next DJ... DJ Archon! He'll be out soon, so hold on tight. Thank you, you've been a wonderful crowd!"

A section of the song looped and the transformed wolf gasped. A trickle of saliva rolled from hir tongue, which fell past hir long, open muzzle, to the upper swells of hir plump amaranth chest. Inside the tight, too-small shorts, the ridge of a flare shoved down below the roundness of her heavy and full nuts. Behind, shi could feel warmth seeping down the insides of hir thighs as the assault on hir pleasure centers ramped up higher and higher. The pegasus's hips shivered, hir fingers clenched, and hir lean, elegant torso stretched as the wave of need and lust overwhelmed whatever common sense shi might have had that could have told hir to make an exit.

"Hey, Leo? You in there? You're up! C'mon, don't make me loop this track for the whole night!"

Oh, right. Leo had to get paid. And nobody, hopefully, saw him change into this... horny winged horse. With such big, heavy tits... and such a nice, fat shaft that felt so warm and thick between hir thighs that shi just wanted to...mmmph!

"C'mon, Leo! Hurry up!"

The pegasus's slender arms stretched out and grabbed the handle of the duffel bag. The other tugged hir t-shirt down, managing to get it to snap around the outer swells of hir tits, though the undersides of both heavy breasts hung out beneath clear as day above hir slender, bare belly. The shorts, now more like inadequate daisy duke's, dimpled in around hir wide rump cheeks, showing off the plump, pert butt swinging behind as shi strutted onto the stage.

"H-hey! You're not Leo!"

The pegasus's dark, purplish-red lips parted as shi grinned down the bridge of hir long muzzle at the other DJ, then dropped hir laptop on the table and plugged in.

"Leo sent me as a substitute... you can call me... Treble."

Leo - no, if she was in this body, shi was going to use a different name, or it was going to be too weird. So Treble grinned down at the other DJ, a cute, short red-furred squirrel with a large, bushy tail. Either he was shorter than Treble remembered, or shi had grown, because while they used to be about the same height, now his head barely came up to hir nipples. The pegasus grinned as shi started up hir software, took over the sound, and started mixing tracks and samples, picking up right where the dubstep song took off. The other DJ remained behind the table with hir, staring in awe at the bouncing chest, jiggling hips, and full package, all while perfectly sampling, mixing, and winding together a brand new composition after being on stage for just seconds.

"Wow!" he gasped, practically drooling.

Treble flicked hir tail, draping it across his arm. The hair was long and gray, with thin streaks of crimson.

"You wanna help out?" shi asked.

The squirrel nodded.

"Good. Because I feel like I could do this all night long!"

Without missing a beat - literally, in this case - Treble's fingers swept across the controls and synths and keyboards. The beat slowed, then sped up, and in the midst of it all, one of the pegasus's large, but slender hands found its way to the back of the squirrel's head. The short male didn't resist being pushed to his knees beneath the DJ booth table, and there was no complaining to be heard when Treble then reached down and draped the thick, half-hard equine maleness along his short muzzle next. And as shi got into the beat of the song, the samples, and the mixes, there was not a peep, only a few raspy gurgles, as shi swayed and bounced and thrust hir hips along to the sounds and lights.

It wasn't just Treble having a good time, either. The small, mostly empty club suddenly came to life. The people on the dance floor standing around talking started moving, first a little, then a lot, swinging their arms and abandoning drinks at their tables.

The pegasus twirled hir long hair, causing the streaks of crimson in the gray to shine and flicker under the lights, as shi kept spinning up dance numbers, guiding the party, encouraging more people to join in. And word traveled fast as smartphones blinked. Rideshares and cabs pulled up outside. Within an hour of Treble's set starting, the dance floor strained with the number of people squeezing together under the twirling lights. Lording over it from the booth on the stage, Treble surveyed the crowd and grinned, occasionally shouting song names or encouragements on the microphone, or otherwise getting the crowd even further amped. Bartenders struggled to serve drinks quick enough as the whole place turned into a giant party, led by the curvy pegasus in a shirt so small that every time she jumped - which was a lot, she had to keep pulling it back down over the plump, dark black nipples that sprung into view each time.

And of course, there was the squirrel. As a fellow DJ, Treble couldn't thank him enough for helping hir make this show so successful. Hir hips swung side to side, forward and back, each time sending the thick flared ridge of horseflesh deep into the back of the messy, seed-glazed squirrel's throat. His fingers dug into the pegasus's thighs, trying to somehow control the huge, spurting shaft as shi bounced and jumped and leaned and wiggled. With the huge length pointed downwards, that meant the entire eighteen-inch thickness drove right to the squirrel's lips on more than one occasion, and by the time the second half of Treble's set began, his belly bulged far enough forward to flatten across the floor between his spread knees.

"Woo! Get dancing, everyone!"

The songs passed in a blur. Treble marveled at hir own skill as shi maneuvered the controls, worked the crowd, timed the samples, and throatfucked the squirming, groaning squirrel kneeling in front of hir long thighs all at the same time. The music sounded better than ever, considering it was off the cuff. It was almost as good as the stuff shi included on hir album. Well, Leo's album. Shi wasn't sure what all this meant, why shi'd transformed, but as shi came for the eighth or ninth time that set, shi didn't much care. Shi was putting out the fire of lust burning in hir belly and getting a paycheck for doing what shi loved - why ask questions right in the middle of it?

Treble's hoof dragged forward and then landed behind the squirrel. His tail beat against the inside of hir leg as shi shoved a paw against the back of his head. Hir long, dark fingers squeezed into his scalp as his cheeks bulged and his grip on hir thighs tightened up more than ever.

"OOooooh, yesssss!" shi cried into the microphone, vocalizing exactly how good shi felt in the moment for everyone in the club to hear. "Ahhhhhhh! Mmmph, what a song, am I right? Now here's one from a new up-and-comer. This just dropped yesterday... from DJ Archon, his newest single! You'll want to get this one early!"

Treble's eyes snapped open as a new song started. Shi didn't have to remix or anything on this one, so shi took a break, and used the opportunity to slowly tease hir enormous 18-incher free of the gurgling squirrel's throat. He'd done a good job, shi thought. Shi was almost totally dry, and the lustful, overwhelming heat from before was... mostly gone.

Mostly. But not quite.

"That's the end of my time, everyone! Thank you for coming and tip your bartenders!"

To raucous cheers as the last song continued, Treble grabbed the squirrel by his soggy collar along with hir gear, then hustled off the stage to the alcove, blowing past the stunned performer waiting to go on next, and around the corner into the maintenance room. There was a floor-level mop washing station, the large boiler, and a bunch of other cleaning equipment. The crowd was so loud as the next DJ started that the pegasus could hear them through the walls as shi pushed the squirrel onto his backside and straddled his hips, then lowered hir own as his eyes went wide and his belly squeezed upwards between his thighs, resulting in a steady drainage of the pegasus's own seed from his muzzle.

"I just wanted to make sure you knew how much I appreciated the help out there tonight," the pegasus grinned, leaning forward so that the squirrel's hard arousal dragged down between hir rump cheeks, now bare with the shorts tugged down and hanging off one ankle.

"Y-you're welcommmmeeeeee!"

The squirrel's hips rocked upwards as the pegasus's warmth enveloped him, spreading hir feminine walls around the thick, warm squirrel length. It wasn't nearly the size of Treble's, which was long enough even soft and flaccid to stretch from the squirrel's belly right to his muzzle. But it still felt good, and as the pegasus's twitching ears caught the rhythm of the music the next DJ played, hir hips rubbed up and down in perfect time. The squirrel's fingers stretched out, then turned in like claws as his muzzle opened and his chest wiggled against her bosoms. His eyes crossed when she bounced off of him, pounding harder, faster, double-timing the rhythm to stay on beat, then triple-timing it until the squirrel's head tipped back and his tail bushed out so hard it shoved his hips even closer to hirs.

"Aaaaahhhhh!"

Both squirrel and mare moaned with passion, a simultaneous burst of pleasure encompassing them both in a warm glow. Treble cradled the squirrel's head to hir heavy breasts, shuddering as shi wiggled and slid hir messy hips around to milk the small male properly as he twitched and gasped underneath.

"So helpful," shi groaned again, before hir long ears twisted around and hir wide white wings spread open as far as they could inside of the small room.

Amaranth fingers grasped the squirrel, keeping him in place as the song outside changed. So did Treble's rhythm, and the small male's eyes widened again when he realized what shi intended. Hir heavy, half-hard arousal bobbed in the air now, smacking dully off his velvet-furred flat chest, and growing long enough to stick out past the back of his ears.

"I have time to thank you once more before I make my encore appearance, I think... that okay with you?"

"Hmmffffh!"

The squirrel managed a thumbs up as he found the mare's fingers dragging him face-first into plush mountains of heavy breasts. His hips shivered, then started thrusting again as the insatiable Treble finally put out that last fire.

The encore went well, too, though shi couldn't get all of hir cock back in hir shorts and so played a few songs with the curved shaft bent through the half-done zipper. And hir shirt ripped on the way out of the maintenance closet, so wide tears formed across the valley of cleavage. But the crowd didn't seem to mind once shi was back on stage playing more music, and afterwards, shi took the squirrel for another few spins in the alley out back to properly thank him again.

Then it was home in a cab paid for by the club, drop stuff off in the living room, and collapse into bed tits-first, asleep before shi hit the pillow.

* * *

Leo woke up with a gasp. He thrashed about in the covers for a few seconds before coming to his senses. His fur was red. It was long. He wasn't a horse and - after a quick hand inspection - nope, no 18-inch dick. That one he felt a little salty about, but he swung himself out of bed, trying to figure out what was going on.

He electrocuted himself. Maybe everything after that was a dream? The wolf surveyed the broken wreckage of his workstation still left from the day before, then his own seemingly unchanged body. Had he just dreamt last night?

It felt too real. It couldn't have been a dream. Leo shook his head. He'd felt... funny. He was in control, but he wasn't quite him. He wasn't not him, either, so it was easy to understand his frustration.

"Yowch!"

Leo stumbled and tipped forward, then fell to the floor in a tangle of arms. Twisting around, he untangled his feet from some of cords of the different parts, when he noticed something. The logo of his favorite keyboard - it featured a winged purple horse.

Suddenly he realized why he'd transformed as well - it was the music. Dubstep was his favorite, it's what he made the most tracks of, and the album was all dubstep. And last night, he could remember playing a lot and the crowd going nuts for it, especially when he played tracks off of his own album.

His album...

Leo grabbed his phone and logged into his account on the digital sales store. His jaw dropped when he saw the number: 240. After one night. One event. One set (and a few encores). He'd only casually mentioned it, and didn't claim credit as Treble, but still, that sold hundreds of copies in a single night?

The wolf's muzzle pulled back in a grin. Whatever this was, no matter the consequences later, one thing was sure: this was the chance he needed. The one he was waiting for.

Grinning as he got to his feet, he grabbed the keyboard with the purple horse logo and dragged it with the necessary cords out into the living room, past the tables of disassembled and semi-repaired parts. The remains of his original computer shifted about, but after a few hours, he was able to get a new setup created. The laptop wasn't as quick, and the inputs sounded less clear, but at least he could record. After raiding the fridge, he sat down on the old couch and wondered what to do next. He had this chance, sure... but how could he make the most of turning into a big-boobied well-hung she-stallion with a talent for crowdwork and skimpy clothes?

Leo's furrowed brow relaxed. Grabbing his phone, he sent off a few quick texts, then booted up his laptop and prepared some tracks.

Big breasts? Huge dick? Few clothes? He actually did know somebody like that. His phone buzzed, and he grinned. Twenty minutes was more than enough time to test this theory out. The red wolf slipped a pair of headphones on, clicked a few buttons, then danced his fingers across the MIDI keys and knobs and switches. His head bobbed as the bass thumped loud enough to be heard across the room.

The wolf's legs stretched longer to either side of the makeshift music station. They were bare, as was his whole body, and he tried to keep his eyes open as they flicked from screen to legs and back again. The warmth and heat he'd felt before in the small alcove grew inside of him even more quickly this time as the music poured from his flying fingers straight into his skull. Sirens, crashes, repeated beats and irregular rhythms, all with choral and melodic elements forced in throughout... it was a symphony of dubstep, and as Leo's chest swelled, as his muzzle lengthened, as his belly grew taut and firm and smooth, shi ended up putting together a track even better than the ones shi laid down at the club the night before.

Treble moaned as shi watched hir hooves slide across the floor. Hir plump calves and wide thighs clenched together, forcing the massive pair of amaranth horse nuts upwards. They were nearly as wide as hir thighs and flattened across hir smooth hide as shi leaned back against the couch. The curved equine stalk dropped forward, but only the tip bounced off the pegasus's upper belly as hir arms and wings both spread across the back of the couch. The headphones dropped next to hir on the cushion as cup size after cup size of weight and heft plumped up both of her breasts. Soon, they were large enough and stretched so far forward and to the sides that hir thick flare lodged between them, before hir slender fingers gently eased the leaking shaft free.

"Ooooh! Mmmmhhhh... oooh, this feels... nnnnggghh... so good!" Treble gasped. "Oh, but wait... I'm supposed to send this to... oh yeah!"

The pegasus tapped at the phone, sending the MP3 file of hir latest track to the person on the other end. A person, the pegasus knew, which big tits... a huge cock... and skimpy outfits. The mare moaned and rubbed hir paws down hir chest and belly. One hand slid around the base of hir huge length, grasping the three-inch-thick stalk below the medial ridge, while the other went lower, easing over and against to sate the femine lust also building in hir loins. Transforming left hir so warm... so heated... Treble was surprised shi could play a show like this, but then... that squirrel...

A rope of jizz splattered across the amaranth hide sweeping from jug to jug on hir jostling chest, stark white against the dark skin. Treble gasped, then bit hir plump lower lip and moaned as shi bucked hir hips harder and faster, losing hirself in the intense pleasure of hir transformed, lusful body. Hir wide hips wiggled and hir horse-like tail flicked above hir heavy haunches as another stream of lust sprayed across hir heaving bosoms.

"Nnggghghhhh... yessss!"

The mare, lost in the passion for the next few hours, didn't see the messages coming in: "Wow, that sounds like you, kind of. Where'd you find it?" "Hey, are you there?" "Is someone stealing your music or something?" "Leo, you there?"

And by the time shi exhausted hir wrists masturbating hirself to a state of contentment, shi was nearly late for hir next gig at the same club, which shi was definitely going to do in Leo's place again. And this time, shi'd find something to wear that showed off just as much as before...

* * *

Scott the squirrel woke up, and patted himself down. Surprisingly, the cum-gut he'd gotten the previous night was gone. He shook his head.

"That mare was insatiable!" he mused. "Where did shi come from, anyway? Never heard of a 'Treble' before."

He got out of bed, and headed to the bathroom. On the way, he tapped his stereo, putting on some dubstep. It wasn't normally his favorite, but after last night, he might have to look more into it.

As it played, he stripped down, hopping in the shower. He briefly considered a cold shower to try to erase thoughts of Treble, but decided against it. Turning on the shower full blast, he let his fur get soaked as he listened to the music. Strange, it sounded better than it usually did...

He shook his head, and grabbed the shampoo for his fur. Putting a good amount into his hands, he began applying it. Was his coat shorter than normal...? He shook his head again. No, what was he thinking? Equines had short coats to begin with. He lathered up the shampoo, applying it across his long horse legs, and working his way up. He had to spend a bit of extra time on his breasts. The G-cups were sensitive, so he had to take his time. And his tail, too, his pride and joy, often required extra shampooing.

Shi shivered a bit, still. Taking hir time did nothing to reduce how good it felt to feel hirself up. Looking down, shi spotted hir 14-inch shaft beginning to swell. "Of course you are," shi smirked. "I'll get to you in a second."

To be continued...