[u][b][center]From Bullying to Braying[/center][/b][/u]
[u][b][center]By: Lapsa[/center][/b][/u]
[u][b][center]For: LilithRose[/center][/b][/u]

Heather and her little clique of girls walked into the café, chatting and gossiping about boys, drama, and plans for an approaching dance being hosted by one of the organizations at the school. It wasn’t going to be such a big thing, but the popular clique couldn’t resist the opportunity to show off. 

“Yes, I’m totally sure I’ll have someone of course!” Heather stated, her voice growing louder than it should have been to speak to just her friends next to her. The tall athletic women held up her head high. She was currently wearing her cheer-leading uniform, having just gotten back from practice, as were some of her gang. 

“Oh, who did you have in mind?” One of the other girls asked, looking a bit surprised.

Heather and the rest went up to the buffet bars to fill up their plates before resuming their conversation on the way back to their usual table.

Heather finally lets out a soft giggle “Yes! Jacob.” She says aloud, smiling to herself. She had gotten rather lucky that the school’s star football athlete had asked her to the dance, though in her eyes it was not luck at all but simply her. 

“Yeah, I-” Both her and the others stopped short, looking on at the table they normally sat at. Someone else was currently sitting there. A lone girl with long dark hair and brown eyes was quietly reading a book there. She was wearing a gothic styled set of clothing, mostly black and purple, gloves on her hands with the fingers cut from them. 

The girl looked up at the group of women that had approached her, as if feeling their shocked gazes burning into her.  “H-hello….can I help any of you?” 

The girl set her book aside quickly, not wanting to get it stolen or be bullied for her choice of literature. Ever since she had come to this new college this group of women had been harassing her, calling her a witch, making fun of her family’s beliefs and the like.

“Yes, actually.” Heather spoke up to the girl. “You can, this is our seat. You need to move and let us sit here.” Heather said, in an uppity tone to emphasize how out of place the girl was there at that random table in the café. The posh women even went so far as to back up and wave her arm through the air as if to usher the girl to move.

The gothic girl bit her lip, trying to keep from saying anything that might set the group off too much, they could cause her a lot of trouble and had already in the past. She merely let out a small huff, looking over the group before moving her gaze directly to Heather.

“No, this isn’t high school, there are not assigned seats. Just…go sit somewhere else.”

Heather’s coy grin immediately faded into a frown, a stern and serious look coming over her face. “Look, we sit here every day. Now get up and move, witch. You are lucky they even let you into this college being such a werido.” Heather’s tone was now berating and harsh.

“My name is Amy…stop calling me witch. I have a name…why do you all even mess with me so much? I haven’t done anything to anyone you, I’m just trying to read before class.” Amy said, holding back her anger and remaining calm despite the names. She had learned quickly that getting angry back only escalated the situation, and she wasn’t a match for three hateful women, let alone all the popularity they held which could cause her more trouble in such a small college.

“I know what your name is, witch, I’m just not going to call you by it. And we don’t mess with you, you mess with us with your weird witch stuff and always talking back to us and being rude.” Heather said, putting her plate down at the table now as if it was already hers, crossing her arms at Amy. “Now, get up and move to a different table…we are still waiting, come on!” Heather started to lose what little patience she had, raising her voice now at Amy.

Amy didn’t want to get into a fight, she reluctantly and slowly packed up her belongings and got up, walking away in silence. The stares of the group followed her until she was past them. They all burst into giggles after, talking about her even with her still in ear-shot though as she rounded the corner she caught their gossip going back to the dance event. Hearing them each discuss what they were going to do and wear, and who they were going to do made Amy smirk. A plan came to mind to make sure she wouldn’t have to put up with anymore bullying, at least not from them.

She was really a witch, after all, though she didn’t like being called that. Of course the group didn’t know that the magic and gods she believed in was real, they just made fun of her for being different as had happened throughout her life. Her mother and father always told her to never use magic to stop the bullying though, and to just be herself and endure it…but she was done with that, the final straw was blown from the bale and she started to work on perfecting her plan.

As soon as her day was over she went straight to her dorm room, pulling out as many of the old books on magic she could find to look for something. She wanted something degrading and humiliating to use one them at the dance, something that would make sure they would never bother her or anyone else again for such petty things. Flipping through a few pages her eyes fixed on one set of spells in particular, her previous frown shifting into a devious grin. She was going to need a dress.

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The week passed by rather quickly, though it wasn’t free from further bullying by the clique that had tormented Amy for so long. The further actions against her only making her anticipate her vengeance even more, and the time had finally come as she stepped out of her car in the parking lot of the large college structure housing all sorts of athletic events, though today it was being used for the dance.

Amy was wearing a stunningly beautiful black dress, it sparkled even from just the moon light. Along the edges were designs, but a closer eye would show there was something more than just a pretty pattern. In addition to her dress she was also wearing long black gloves on her arm, reaching past her elbow, black high heels, and a small choker with her birth gem on its center. Walking forward she made her way to the crowd standing outside signing people in and out – making sure no one left intoxicated or worse.

As she got closer her look drew quite the bit of attention. She wasn’t known for dressing up very often, and this was probably the first time she had come to such a formal event. She swished her long dark hair off to the side before showing her student ID at the door, walking in and swaying her hips, trying to attract attention…after all, she was about to have the best night of her life.

Inside most of the people were already dancing away, including her target…or targets. She wasn’t sure yet if she wanted to just humiliate Heather or get the entire little clique of uppity bitches. Rubbing her chin and thinking about it for a bit she giggled to herself, she’d only target Heather, no need to be too vengeful after all.

It didn’t take long for them to notice her, though only Heather had taken it upon herself to pull away from her date just to insult Amy. “Nice dress, is this what you wearing when doing your ‘magic’” Heather snickered, not waiting to hear a reply before turning to walk away. “Oh, here without a date too? Hmmm…too bad.”

Amy didn’t say anything, merely thinking to herself “As a matter of fact…” She took a seat at one of the tables at the side, watching Heather dance for a while before lifting up her hand and saying a chant under her breath. The magic was about to start.

Heather was dancing along with her date, giggling and laughing to herself. Naturally she was slowly moving towards the center of the dance floor to make her even more the center of everyone’s attention, making sure to push out anyone that got too close. Not in an obvious way, merely keeping a wide space around her. Even her friends dancing nearby would be forced to shove away lest they get stepped on.

She had brought herself in a most unfortunate spot…for her, and the perfect spot for Amy. Only a few minutes after the chanting had begun Heather started to feel something odd, her body was tingling all over. At first it was tolerable, but after only a few minutes she pulled herself away from her date and almost feel over, slouching as she grabbed her sides. “I-I don’t feel so good...”

By now the first of the physical changes would start to appear. As her date came over to see what was wrong, a tail would start growing from above her ass to come down between her legs, the base serving to hike up her skirt. It was an Equine tail, much to the surprise of many on-lookers. The changes didn’t stop there either, she could feel her skeleton starting to shift too as she arched her head up in pain, her face grew longer, her ears shifting and elongating. Even her feet were not spared of the sensations. She could feel herself changing, fur started to grow over her body, her breasts and stomach expanded causing her dress to rip. She could hear murmurs from the crowd and her date was now backing away in fear, leaving Heather to be the center of everyone’s attention alone. She looked around briefly, trying to call for help but only letting out a bray and blushing. 

Braying again she moved her hands to her hold her mouth shut, she could feel even more changes happening as well, but opted not to let them happen in light of everyone else, running off into the women’s locker to sulk in silence. Though, she would find the changes were not only physical. Upon reaching the bathroom she looked at her new form in the mirror, seeing her elongated face finish covering in dark grey fur, her black hair on more of a mane than anything. Her dress was ripped and torn, large breasts hanging exposed, and below them was a chubby stomach that was protruding from her torn clothing. Worse still was a new organ completely…not her tail, but on the other side. She blushed heavily as she felt the new sensations come over her, fogging up her thoughts as she reached a hand down to grab her new Equine package. “W-what is wrong with me….w-what have I become…..I-I feel so….h-hot.” She said, letting out another bray.

She was embarrassed, her life was ruined with this new form, and she had just been humiliated by her public transformation in front of everyone. Yet…she was beginning to feel more aroused, the musk from her new member only serving to stoke the heat she felt, her Equine pussy drooling as she continued to stroke her growing member.

Meanwhile back at the party Amy was trying hard to suppress her laughter, that spell had worked just like she imagined, maybe even better. She watched on as everyone tried to make sense of what happened, Heather’s former date going off into the corner to gather himself while her friends talked among one another, eventually both of them making their ways to the locker.

“Oh, I’m going to have to go watch this!” Amy thought to herself as she quietly made her way back outside, running over to some bushes concealing a window into the locker room. She could seem Heather in there, openly stroking her member, eyes glazed over with lust, a hand holding herself upright against the mirror. 

Heather’s two friends came in a moment later, though both stopped when they heard the moans, seeing the anthro donkey’s front in the mirror. “H-heather…i-is that you? What happened to you?” One of them asked, a tall blonde girl in a simple pink dress. 

Heather quickly turns around, not stopping her masturbation of her new equine member, pre now oozing from the tip. The musk filled the room quickly, thick, potent, and magically enhanced to have an almost hypnotic effect.

The two girls could barely help but fall under its effects. Almost immediately they started to feel hot, their minds fogging with lewd thoughts as their eyes fixed on the large member of their friend. “H-heather…c-come with use.” One of the girls said, grabbing her friend’s hand as she tried to lead her out while shaking off the effects of the powerful musk.

“Y-yeah…I’ll cum with you” Heather said before braying, grabbing her friend and forcing her to her knees. The other watched on, her hands now shoved down her skirt and panties as she fingered herself, unable to help it any longer.

Amy was starting to get a little aroused by the display now too, her hand rubbing herself through her dress slowly, though she was more amused than aroused still. She tried to keep her giggling and moans down as she watched.

Heather was now forcing the blonde girl to lick her balls, though not much force is needed once the girl had fallen under the musk. Shortly after the other girl couldn’t resist the allure of Heather’s new donkey dick and made her way closer, taking off her clothes along the way and taking the member into her mouth, suckling at the head and gulping down the pre before looking up at Heather and letting out a moan.

Heather replied with a bray and a grunt, lifting the girl up onto the equine shaft and rubbing the tip against the girl’s pussy. “I-I’m s-so horny…H-heather…p-please take me!”

Heather happily gave the girl what she wanted, lowering her onto the shaft. The poor girl’s walls being stretched as the member sank deep into her wet warm folds, almost being able to completely slide into her. 

The girl moaned in bliss, waves of pleasure passing through her as she thick member entered her, drowning out the pain with lust. As soon as the member went as far as it could Heather started to bring the girl up and down on it, the girl happily letting her as she panted and moaned with each thrust.

With the girl licking and sucking on her balls below and the tight pussy around her cock it wasn’t long before Heather came, letting out a loud bray before unloading a thick, large load of seed into the girl, the cock head flaring and keeping most of it inside, though with such a small space to fill some of it came spilling out, dripping onto the blonde girl below which made her moan. Both girls had looks of bliss on their faces, one with her tongue hanging out of her mouth moaning, the other licking cum from a set of donkey balls while fingering herself. The sight was something Amy Reveled in. 

“Best night ever…” She said, before quickly walking away. She didn’t want to stay too long…after all, with how loud the donkey had been it wouldn’t be long before someone caught them, and she wouldn’t want to be around for that.

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