# Pills, Part 6 Author: DarkCousin Tags: Gender Shifting, Mare, Mating, Pregnancy, Stallion, Transformation Pills:   Part VI 14 months since our last story...    Paige O'Connor leaned against the white washed boards making up the pasture's fence, Kelsey Anderson stood beside her, with Gina Ortiz nearby. The trio watched a dark chestnut colored mare graze in the pasture, a young palomino filly nursing at her mother's milk swollen teats.  Paige smiled. She had never told anyone, but she was fairly certain that the filly was her daughter. Granted, there was a slim chance that Mrs. Guymon's stallion Duke was the father, but the little foal April looked like Paige, at least her stallion-girl form. At first, she hadn't been sure, since the mare-girls in her herd, Kelsey, Gina, and Allison was incapable of conceiving in their mare-girl forms, but Paige had asked the pill provider when the vet confirmed Yolanda's pregnancy.  It was rather complicated. The herd of mare-girls couldn't conceive because they were girls to begin with, so the DNA was crossed up and screwy, but since Paige was normally a girl, but then became a stallion, her seed was viable, since her parts, were newly formed.   She shook her head and sighed, she had never expected to be a parent at the age of nineteen, let alone the father and the mother was Yolanda Washington! The former gym teacher had been a total bitch as a human, but once she had settled into life as a mare, she was kind and sweet, and an excellent mother. Paige never would have guessed it. Yolanda was still there, often showing her human intelligence (something that confounded the Guymon's, the unknowing owners of the pasture).  Yolanda turned and flicked her tail, giving Paige glimpse of her dark vulva. Paige moaned softly and felt the heat wash over her. Yolanda was one hell of a lover; Paige had spent many a lustful night with the mare, the memories alone were enough to make her warm all over.  "So," Gina interrupted Paige's fantasizing with a question for Kelsey, "Is that bitch Grace still bugging you?"  Kelsey rolled her eyes, "Yes, I don't know what I did to piss her off... She just won't leave me alone."  "Grace?" Paige said, thinking, "Oh, yeah, that Asian girl that you got into that argument with at the diner? That was epic..."   "Yes" Kelsey answered, clearly upset, "I've hardly spoken to her and she's trying to ruin my life. The moment I stepped on campus she's had it in for me."  Kelsey had just started at the local college earlier that fall, and other than Grace Kaneko's efforts to destroy her, she was having a great time.  "Let me guess, she's one of the top students, right? Total overachiever?" Paige said as she continued to watch her young foal, now kicking her heels around the pasture while her mother continued to graze.  "Well, yeah... She's a freaking genius," Kelsey answered.  "There's your answer. She's threatened by you. She's always been top of the class, beating the pants off everyone, and here you come and show her she ain't that special."  Kelsey blushed, "I'm not doing that well," She said humbly.  "Please, Ms. Top 'o the Class. The only person in high school that was smarter than you was Allison, and she's at Stanford now," Gina said of their fellow herd-mate.  "Yeah, I'm gonna bet that you do as well or better then the Kaneko bitch," Paige said.   "I just wish she'd leave me alone, I've never done a thing to her," Kelsey shook her head. "Anyway, Yolanda and April seem to be alright, and it's getting late. I've got studying to do."  The three started their way towards Paige's car when Gina spoke up with an idea.  "You know, there may be a way to teach Kaneko a lesson," She said with a sly smirk, "We do have some little green pills..."  Kelsey stopped walking, "Whoa, that's a bit rough isn't it?"  Paige liked the idea immediately, "Ha! I could teach her some manners!" She said with a thrust of her pelvis for emphasis.  "Come on guys! This is sounding a lot like rape!" Kelsey protested.  "Oh, please, Kelsey, you've had your brains fucked out by Paige lots of times, and enjoyed every minute of it," Gina retorted, "Don't deny it."  "Well, yeah... But we willingly transform ourselves," Kelsey argued.  "Pft, not the first time as I recall," Paige said, "We didn't willingly transform, but we sure as hell fucked willingly. Look, it would be pretty easy; I mean she eats at the diner where I work all the time, right? How much easier could it get for me to open a pill and sprinkle the green stuff on her food?"   "I'll tell you what Kelsey," Gina offered, "We transform Grace What's-her-face and then we give her the option to fuck Paige?"  "Well, I guess that's really not so bad... And she can change back, obviously. Yeah, let's feed that bitch some humble pie!" \* \* \*  Grace Kaneko shifted the heavy load of books in her backpack as she crossed the street to the Hot Eats Diner. She didn't particularly like the atmosphere at the diner, too many idiot, red-neck, white trash types hung around there for her liking, but it was right across the street from the university campus, and the food was somewhat decent, at least for your basic American cuisine.  Stepping inside, she immediately made her way to her favorite quiet booth in the corner, where she hoped to be left alone. A very pretty girl, with a delicate Asian features; she all too often drew the attention of the idiot frat boys at the diner. Grace needed to study if she were going to keep her top tier standing at the school; she had no time for suitors.  She tossed the heavy bag on the bench seat and sat down herself, brushing her black hair from her dark, almond-shaped eyes. Grace began taking books from her bag   when she was startled by the waitress coming far faster than she was accustomed.  "What'll it be?" Grace recognized the waitress immediately; she was that dunce blond that hung around with Kelsey Anderson, her rival. What was her name? Pam or Paula? It didn't matter, she just knew the girl wasn't able to attend Przewalski University with her friends and had to work here as a waitress.  "A small cheeseburger, no pickles, small fries and a small Diet Coke," she answered, hardly looking up while she dug books and her iPad from her bag. The waitress was probably too dim to get the order correct anyway.  "Coming right up,"  The food came quickly, far more quickly than usual, and the order was filled perfectly. Perhaps she underestimated Pam-Paula-Whatever her name was. She ate rapidly, preferring to get the distraction of eating over with and turn her full attention to her studies.  As she settled in to study, she felt her stomach gurgle and growl. Sweat began beading on her brow and she felt clammy and warm. Odd, but after glancing around to see if anyone had heard, she dismissed it and continued studying.   After a short time it became difficult to focus, but Grace was loathing admitting why. She feigned a yawn, checking to make sure no one was looking. Discreetly, she sneaked a hand to her crotch, gently rubbing her aroused labia through her tight jeans. She groaned softly with pleasure, she hadn't felt like this since... Well, probably ever.  As she glanced around the diner, her right hand slipped its way inside her jeans and panties, rubbing her moistening clit, her left hand cupping her left breast squeezing the small, perfect orb and immensely aroused nipple. Grace paused as it became quite uncomfortable to have her hand inside her tightening jeans. Only then did Grace suddenly realize what it was she was doing, and in public no less! With a gasp she yanked her hands away, the right still damp with her own juices; she hurriedly wiped it on her jeans as she blushed deeply.  "Oh god!" she said louder than she intended, but quickly hushed her voice, "I've got to get out of here!" She mumbled as she began stuffing her books haphazardly into her bag. Her feet and legs felt strange and clumsy as she stumbled out of the booth to the cashier.   This was way too weird, she never behaved this way. Grace had never felt like this before, a little horny? Sure, now and then, who didn't? But nothing like this, her loins were engorged and burned with needful lust. Grace could feel the damp stickiness growing in her panties.  "Check, Please!" She stood her wiping the beading sweat from her brow. Her whole body felt hot, sweaty, and uncomfortable. Impatiently, she stamped one foot and snorted, not even noticing her actions.  "CHECK!" she barked out the demand. The blond waitress came quickly and took Grace's money when it was shoved into her hands. Grace left in such rush, she didn't collect her change, nor did she notice her waitress watching intently as she ran, a bemused smirk on her face. \* \* \*  As soon as Grace shoved her way out the door, Paige had her cell phone out and hurriedly called Kelsey. She wasn't entirely certain what was happening, she had never seen anyone react so quickly to the pills. Not even when she and the other girls purposely overdosed to become horse-girls.   Paige wasn't exactly displeased. She didn't like the girl and this revenge was particularly sweet, as sweet as her victim's scent. Paige's stallion-enhanced nose was picking up a distinct hint of mare in heat, even minutes after giving the dose. She fought the stirring in her own loins.  "Hello?"She heard Kelsey say on the other end, "Paige? What's up?"  "I, uh, gave Grace the pills..."Paige muttered still not sure what to say.  "Okay, I guess we might see some results this afternoon," Kelsey said sounding distracted, "I got to study, so..."  "Ah, she dashed out the diner pretty quick, the changes have already begun," Paige said as collected Grace's used plate and glass from the table. The booth reeked of young mare, forcing Paige to fight her impulses.  "What?" Kelsey was surprised, "Are you sure?"  "The stallion-sense is tingling..."  "But she can't be, Paige. Wait, just how much did you give her?!?"Kelsey demanded.  "A normal dose! Okay, maybe a tad more, but not enough to, you know, do this," Paige stumbled, not liking the accusation, "I think..."   "Ah, geez! We've got to help her!"  "What? Why? I thought this was the whole point?"Paige objected.  "Not like this! We're going to have a freaking mare-girl running around on campus! Do want the whole town to know about this?!?"Kelsey snapped.  "No, I guess not..."  "Look you've got to follow her! Make sure she doesn't make a scene! Try to get her to transform someplace private," Kelsey commanded, "I'll try to help as soon as I can."  "Well, I've got work and..." Paige muttered none too keen on the idea.  "Follow HER!"  "Ah, yes ma'am, I'm right on it," Paige answered as she heard Kelsey hang up her phone with an exasperated grunt.  Paige sighed and went in search of the manager. It's true, Paige thought as she prepared to follow the transforming girl, no matter how macho the stallion thinks he is the mare really is in charge... \* \* \*  Grace dashed across the campus, trying to ignore the warm feeling between her legs. She merely grunted as she bumped into people, trying to avoid eye contact if at all possible; particularly those of the male persuasion. Even their scent seemed to drive her wild.    She was horribly embarrassed by what she had done in the diner. Grace had always prided herself on her self-control, but the feelings, the desire... She couldn't explain it; it was pure animalistic lust, a kind of basic instinct.  Her clothes were truly beginning to hurt by now, digging into her skin. Her bra, containing her small, A-cup breasts, dug into her back and front. Grace's skinny jeans were unforgiving, providing little room for the relentless expansion of her bulging buttocks. Her shoes felt much the same, as if they were fighting a merciless growth of her body. Grace felt as if her entire body had turned against her, punishing her for some unknown deed.  "OOOF!"Grace grunted as she ploughed into yet another young man, his scent, hidden beneath a thick layer of aftershave and body spray drove her body to rebel to even worse heights. She felt her clitoris and labia twitch and writhe to an extent she didn't know they could possess.  "Hey!" The boy barked, "Watch where the hell you're going!"Looking at her, he recoiled, "What the fuck is wrong with you? Get away from me freak!"   Grace watched in shock as he ran away. Freak? Just what is wrong with me! As the boy left in a rush, Grace dropped her backpack to the ground and stumbled her way to the nearest building. \* \* \*  "Her scent's stronger now," Paige thought as she walked across the university's sprawling campus. Not only stronger, but more feral, animal-like. Grace was rapidly losing her humanity.  Paige stopped and made a show of adjusting the skirt of her waitressing uniform. In reality, she was feeling powerfully aroused by Grace's scent. The girl obviously in heat one of the usual effects of the pills. Paige never would have guessed the stuck-up girl would have such a sexy odor; it was far stronger than any of the other mares of her herd.  At least she assumed so. None of the other girls got her to respond like this when she hadn't taken any pills. It had been a week since she had last gone equine. Just the thought of that night, when she fucked Gina's brains out in her backyard, it brought on more urges and desires, and most surprising, changes to her body.   She could easily recognize the coming changes now, the swelling growth of her clitoris, the lump of her incoming tail; they were all very familiar now. Never, until now, had they come without her taking the pills first.  Paige quickly recognized Grace's backpack where it lay on the ground. Picking it up, she was nearly bowled over by the mare's scent. Paige could feel her new appendages adding inches, and patches of palomino fur sprout in her groin and up her belly. Grace had to be close, but where? \* \* \* Grace pushed her way inside the nearest building, thankful that it happened to be the Lipizzaner Theater, which was almost always empty on a typical school day. She made for the nearest restroom, hoping to find some relief from her straining clothes, and perhaps diagnose just what was happening to her. "Oh-oh my god!" She shrieked when she saw her reflection in the mirror, "This- this can't be happening! It isn't real!" Grace couldn't recognize the creature in the mirror, a creature with dark, rubbery lips, and its face bulging into a distorted muzzle. Its nostrils flared as it breathed and it ears, located on top of its head and covered in brown fur, laid back in fear and surprise. A white shock of hair had grown through the middle of her own hair. Was it any wonder why the boy had reacted the way he had?  She raised her hands, and feeling the morphing flesh and bone confirmed her fears. It truly was her; she was this strange being whose reflection she saw. Grace also found her hands had also changed her middle fingers enormous, the nail thick and hard.  "Why?" Grace asked the reflection, "Why is this happening to meeee?!?"  RRRIPPPP!!!  A cool draft swept over Grace's expanding rump, and twisting to look in the mirror, she found that the seam along the bottom of her jeans had at last given way and her altered hands offered no means to hold them up, her torn pants slipped to the ground. Any sort of modesty was simply impossible now.  A tail! She had grown a tail! Unnoticed during her race across campus, it was now a foot long, covered in silky white and brown hair. It arched upwards in its new found freedom. Below she saw her taught panties, transparent in their dampness. She saw her transformed vulva, now pale pink rather than her normal soft brown.  The sight of it drove her wild, and she groaned in nearing orgasm and as her body continued to be racked with transformation and growth. Grace's cracked as it grew longer, her blouse tearing as her torso thickened. Her pert breasts steadily drifted downward, slipping underneath her bra, all the while the sensitive nipples growing longer, developing into nourishing teats.   "Make-mahhhh eh sthop!" She whinnied as she struggled to remain upright, her front hooves sliding on the sink. Grace wept as she watched her long black hair fell away to be replaced with a glistening white hairs of her mane.  The realization finally struck Grace when her face had changed enough for her to recognize what it was becoming. Of course! The tail, the hooves! She stomped on her crumpled sandals.  "NEIGHHHH!!!" The loud bellow reverberating in the tiled room only confirmed it! A horse! She was becoming a fucking horse! \* \* \*  Paige burst into the theater the scent driving her mad. The stallion was almost in full control now, her simple skirt tented up and damp from her erection. Her swiftly developing testicles pumping hormones through her body, Paige was no longer looking for a sniveling college girl, but for a mare in need of a mate.  "Make-mahhhh eh sthop!" Her swiveling ears easily caught the shout and she made her way to the women's restroom, a palomino tail swishing below the hem of her skirt and her hooves, still wrapped in stretched socks, had slipped free of her sneakers.   \* \* \*  Grace placed a hoofed hand to the mirror as she watched her humanity slip away. Her skin remained mostly intact, and she resisted feeling impressed by the muscle rippling beneath her sweaty hide. Her human skin wasn't to last, however, as a fur coat of white and brown slowly spreading from her extremities inward.  Grace's expensive designer jeans were in ruins, as was her blouse and bra, though they still hung to her body. Miraculously, her white panties remained intact, stretched to their limit, tucked below her thrashing tail.  Her needs continued to grow, the desperation for a mate was stronger than she had imagined possible. She rubbed her sensitive breasts with her furry arms. They had shifted lower down her belly, and were continuing their migration. She stroked her over- stimulated labia, through the fabric of her panties, and still could not find her desperately needed orgasm.  With a loud bang, the restroom door slammed open. "NIEGH!!!" She screeched in terror. Twisting her long neck, Grace couldn't believe what she saw. A creature much like her, with hooves, neck, muzzle and tail! All much like her own, though the newcomer was clearly male. The powerful pheromones wafting her way told her that, but the 4 inch shaft, was difficult to ignore. It proudly lifted the skirt she wore.  Yes skirt... that skirt! From the diner! It was the waitress! The same metamorphosis had happened to her! But how, what was going on?!?  The waitress watched her, nostrils flared and eyes wide. Grace dropped to all fours, lifting her tail in presentation, her body rebelling against her will. What am I doing?!? NO!!! The waitress came, stumbling barely able to remain upright herself, but placed herself on Grace's back, her palomino furred limbs grasping her around the middle. Grace felt the massive penis slide against her wet panties and cum slicked buttocks as the waitress began thrusting. Part of her wanted the garment to hold firm, to protect her but another, stronger part, found the delay intolerable. She shifted her stance and the stallion finally found entry over the waistband, slipping into her wet cunt, her virginity vanishing with a grunt and the panties sliding to the floor. Grace felt the stallion's body continue to grow, the waitress' blouse and skirt tearing and ripping apart. She also felt her pelt continue to grow and her hooves growing stronger as the last remnants of her fingers vanished. Muscle continued to grow and bones strengthen, but she paid them little heed, however, her mind in stupefied bliss. At last she had found a suitable mate.  \* \* \* "So how did this all happen?" Gina asked, still confused by the strange turn of events, "The pills, I mean, we can still take them, right?" "You can," Kelsey answered, "I'm not touching another one, ever." The pair was once again at the white washed fence, watching the horses. Yolanda still grazed peacefully with her young filly April, but now another horse joined them, a small brown and white mare. "So let me get this straight, Paige transformed because she took too much?" Gina said. Kelsey sighed, she understood Gina's defiance. The pills were addictive or at least their results were. But the consequences were too high. Kelsey had deposed of every pill she could get her hands on. "Sort of, Paige took too much on a regular basis. Eventually, it built up in her system," Kelsey could feel tears stinging her eyes, she missed her friend dearly, "The hormones eventually triggered her... permanent change." Paige was currently at another farm; her beautiful palomino coat and perfect confirmation were too much for local breeders to ignore. Kelsey, as Paige's official owner as well as Grace's, had been reluctant, but the costs of caring for a pair of horses were high, particularly for a college student. She simply couldn't turn down the stud fees, and Paige was more than willing to provide.  "But what about Grace? She only took the pills once," Gina looked at the little mare she and Kelsey had found in the theater restroom along with the stallion Paige. The pair was nuzzling one another gently, nibbling the other's withers. The stallion's massive shaft hung flaccidly, getting ready to cover the mare once again, while the mare's rump was covered in her own fluids and Paige's cum, Gina recalled with more than a little envy. Kelsey sighed, knowing full well her part in the taking of the young woman's humanity, "Turns out you're never to take the pills ingredients out of the capsule. It's a time release formula, no capsule, no time release. Grace received more than day's worth of effects in a span of minutes." Kelsey shook her head, if only they had known. Their pill provider had been quite explicit on the phone. He intended these pills to provide a performance boost to athletes, not as a play thing for silly girls. He had no cure for those fully transformed, and he did not expect to be contacted again. Kelsey had no intention to.  "Well," Kelsey pushed away from the fence, "I'm going to go check on Paige, wanna come?" "Ah, no, no, that's alright," Gina answered not looking away from the horses, "You go on ahead." Kelsey shrugged, "Alright, I'll see you later." "See you," Gina waited until she heard Kelsey's car leave, then pulled a sandwich bag from her cut-off jeans' pocket. It contained many capsules filled with a green substance. "You can do whatever you like Kelsey, but one more time won't hurt anyone..."   The End   Source: https://sofurry.com/s/ynZ2Ezqn Previous: https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/786830-pills-part-5.md