One Man's Trash, Another's Treasure

By The Nome King, for YeaniaAeon @ Furaffinity

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The streets were quiet and empty, it was late afternoon and most people were at home. A long road followed down a street, several shops littered the side walks, and above a large tram track blocked out large pieces of sunlight. The only glimpse of life on the desolate street was a hot dog vendor, standing in the street aimlessly. He was already packing up his things; obviously staying here was getting him no business. Rustling could be heard down a side ally behind a large supermarket, banging metal and crushing glass were among the many echoes that joined the band of complete silence. A young woman was rummaging round in a dumpster, wearing a simple blue blouse and a loose pair of tan jeans. On her feet were some simple yellow flip flop type sandals, which loosely hung onto the tops of her feet via detachable plastic loops.

Wanda smelt a foulness unlike any other, an odor which caused her to cough loudly. She rummaged under the garbage, picking up several pieces of cardboard and revealing the source of the revolting smell. Using her latex gloved hands she picked up a thin plastic bag with some sort of animal faeces inside it, radiating stench. Obviously some pet owner had decided to dump it into the supermarket dumpster, luckily however the bag was thrown to the side and no fecal matter had fallen out. She picked up the bag and threw it out of the dumpster, rummaging through several other bits of cardboard until she found something of use. The shiny unopened plastic packaging of a large loaf of bread sat on top of another sheet of cardboard, the bread hadn’t even gone past its sell by date. Wanda smiled and picked it up, inspecting it thoroughly before leaning out the dumpster and dropping it into large rectangular cardboard tray with several other items. Among those items were deodorant, a jar of jam, two butter blocks, several packs of unopened meat, a packet of potatoes and a couple of useful kitchen utensils. 

“Such a waste, no wonder the landfills are so full” Wanda scorned, shaking her head back and forth in disappointment. However she was still grateful that they threw out so much edible food substances, she wouldn’t save so much money every month if not for her weekly “shop” in the supermarket dumpsters. Every week Wanda would visit the local supermarket skips, and rummage inside them for food and tools. Most people would find it disgusting, but Wanda had made a habit of it. First time she rummaged through the waste for food after money problems, she was surprised at how much she found. Then she began to do it more often, until it was the only way she got her food. The only disadvantage is that she couldn’t decide what she was going to get, but it was a necessary sacrifice to save the large chunk of money every month. Since she had been shopping in bins she had saved enough to pay her rent for a good three years and even enough left to buy the things she really wanted. But Wanda did not enjoy her job as a telecommunications seller, she often hated the rejection and nasty remarks that people would often throw down at her. She often yearned for a job with more spice and excitement, where she could be herself. Alas she didn’t know of any such job, and was quite content on continuing as she had always done.

Wanda giggled as she found an unopened jar of peanut butter, and leaned over the dumpster; throwing it into her container. Most people knew Wanda’s strange habits, and simply let her be. The police never bothered her since it wasn’t illegal, and her friends didn’t seem to mind; but they would always bring their own food. She smirked and laughed a bit to herself, realising how much money people spend just on food. If humans simply stopped eating, they could save thousands of dollars every year. However she knew she had to eat, and when she came across yet another packet of fresh meat, she hastily threw it into the box and jumped out the last dumpster. She would visit four supermarkets, two were close to where she lived, and the other two were a long way across town. Thankfully she was only shopping at the two closest ones and her apartment was no more than a couple of blocks away. As she walked away from the supermarket and down the road, she spotted the large building on her right hand side peaking out from above the tram tracks. The famous “Altraton Industries” had all but gained control in the medical industry several years ago after their cures for genetic diseases. It was marvelous that such people were doing things to help others, but she had heard disturbing rumours recently about their “underground” activities. And the C.E.O “Jayson Ryker” had been under controversial scrutiny over the past couple of weeks, after claims of his missing ex girlfriend. 

“Hmmm....I wonder” Wanda thought as she walked down the long street, the hot dog vendor gave her a suspicious look from his cart before finishing packing away his items and wheeling the trolley down the street away from the building. The streets were quite quiet and the sun was setting in the sky, a long day of salvaging had yielded its rewards. The thought of valuables in the dumpster outside Altraton was a tempting one, and if she found powerful painkillers or medical equipment, she could always use or sell it for herself. She was in need of paracetamol, and she was positive that they would have some in the dumpster. Wanda looked around for anybody who would interrupt her, but nobody seemed to be in sight and it was strange that the street could be so desert of people. She continued to walk down the street and towards the large building, checking behind her for anybody following. She felt like she was doing something wrong, but it was junk after all. Nobody wanted the things others threw out, so she was doing everybody a favour by taking and using others trash. Her arms began to burn with lactic acid, the heavy container weighing her down with her goods. Wanda crossed the road, and took care to look for cars, before darting behind the opposing building into the side ally next to Altraton industries, where she was sure nobody could see her. Wanda looked around the side alley and found a locked door, several black trash bags, some waste cardboard, and then finally a massive dumpster that was marked “medical waste” on the side. She smiled and walked towards the dumpster and placed down the cardboard box next to it. As she opened up the Skip; Wanda took a quick whiff and was presently surprised to not smell a thing. Hopefully no chemicals were leaking or there was nothing spilled, so she pushed herself up onto the side of the dumpster. Climbing in was a tricky endeavour, but getting out was always the most difficult task. 

Wanda pushed up the lid to the container and locked it using the steel bar which seemed to be common in these types of waste disposal units. Once inside she began rummaging around, and like most dumpsters the majority of waste was cardboard. But she was surprised at what she found, she managed to get an unopened packet of latex gloves, some laceration spray and even got her hands on a couple of paracetamol tablets. Wanda would always wear her dirty clothes when she was rummaging through dumpsters, along with wearing her thick rubber gloves. However she didn’t worry too much about her feet, usually only wearing sandals or thin shoes. Her lack of sufficient footwear finally dawned on her when she felt a sharp stabbing pain in the sole of her foot, the kind of pain that makes you suck in air quickly and making a hissing sound. 

“Ssss ouch!” Wanda yelped the pain caused a rush of adrenaline to shoot through her before dying down; the shock caused her to gasp. Wanda felt something very painful in her foot, but she couldn’t see what it was inside the skip. Wanda pulled herself over the edge of the waste disposal unit, leaning her chest against the side and pushing her c-cup breasts into the metal. 

“Ow ow ow” she gently spoke, the stinging in her foot becoming very painful, a pulsating aching sensation taking over. Wanda pulled her other foot over the side of the dumpster, placing it down on the floor below. She managed to get the weight on her leg and pull her injured foot over the top and finally out into a hopping stance.  Finally Wanda managed to place herself gently on the dirty concrete, hopping on one foot before sitting down gently; using the dumpster to lower herself down. She saw something long sticking from the side of her sandal; it seemed to have angled underneath and sunk into her flesh. On closer inspection she saw it was in fact a needle, somehow the needle had missed her sandal and currently probed her flesh. She gasped and detached the clasps on her shoe, pulling it off to reveal her naked foot, the needle still sticking out of it, while her other foot still had a sandal on.

Along with the stabbing stinging pain where the needle painfully stuck in, a somehow pleasant warmth had begun to pulsate. It felt like an aching sensation but without the pain, as if her food was swelling and pulsing with heat. She knew that whatever was in the needle had gotten into her bloodstream, but she didn't want to remove the needle, afraid it would hurt too much. But she couldn't walk and it would have to come out some time or other. Wanda couldn’t feel the base of the needle with her gloves on, so she quickly pulled them off and threw them to the ground. It felt painful already, but as soon as she grasped the base of the plunger, she let out a grunt of pain, before beginning to pull the long thick needle out of the makeshift entrance into her body. She could feel the needle deep in her foot, but with a bit more negotiation she pulled the last of the long sharp metal tube from her flesh. A little bit of blood trickled out, but it seemed to be far less for a wound of that depth.

"Ahhh shit, you idiot Wanda, you had to look didn't you!" she cursed herself, speaking in third person and telling herself off for the stupidity she had managed to conjure up. She felt her heart race faster, thinking about what could happen, what if it was a needle used on an infected person, she could die if she wasn't careful. Wanda looked down at her sore wound, which still leaked blood onto the concrete. Her other foot was still stuck in a sandal; she didn’t even know how the needle had missed her other sandal, which lay still in the trash. She gripped her hand tightly on the wound and applied as much pressure as she could, hoping to stop the bleeding. However that very action only cause the strange aching heat to move up her legs, as if she was squeezing the heat further inside her. The warmth settled around her groin and ass, and began to pulsate at an even stronger pace, more so than her foot

She found it strange that the pain had already disappeared, and the wound had stopped bleeding. She wondered if the injection was perhaps a strong painkiller, possibly morphine or some other powerful drug. Whatever it was she felt good, better than usual; almost powerful and strong. Before she could sink into the strange trip, she felt something odd at the base of her backside. It felt like a worm or some sort of object was moving under her flesh, almost hard and pointy. She didn't panic or worry; only oddly confused at the strange sensation that wriggled in her flesh. Curious at the odd feeling that made itself present, she reached a hand down into her trousers, feeling around the top of her buttocks, where the spine curved down to the coccyx. Her eyes shot wide open when she felt her fingers run across a wriggling lump that protruded from her skin. It seemed to move on its own accord, and she was fearful it was a strange tumour or growth. But as her fingers explored more of the lump, she didn't know whether to feel fear or dread when she found herself able to move the lump. 

"Ahhh, what is this?!?" she cried out, her words falling on empty ears as nobody was in the street, not at this time of night. She pulled her finger away, only to move her Growth out of her pants. She wriggled and moved it, feeling the gap in the cloth through her strange appendage and adjusting it accordingly so she could free it from its textile confines. With a gasp she pushed her lengthening tumour like appendage out of her pants, then feeling the tip brush against the hard concrete; Wanda now realising it had grown considerably longer. She moved the fleshy growth around, now appearing quite long and streamline, taking on regular shapes. She moved her hand back behind her and brushed her fingers across the top ridge, feeling the bumps of bone that poked out the top in regular fashion; the truth finally dawning on her.

"A Tail!!" she cried out, feeling her long sinuous appendage moving at her command, brushing it against the floor, more length adding to it. She started to pant loudly, almost hyperventilating from the shock of what was happening to her, almost as if she was dreaming. She finally gasped when she felt the bone and flesh stop moving, no more length seemed to grow, only a long fleshy tail now jutted out from her backside. The base was remarkably thick, but tapered down gradually to the blunt point; little bumps dotted the upper ridge of the tail. She didn’t get much time to explore her new strange alien addition, for as soon as she felt the growth stop; thousands of prickling pin-like pains shot through her new tail, causing her to cry out as she flicked her tail from side to side at the strange sensations that flooded her skin. It seemed to spread like a skin infection, the tingling spreading to new areas of skin like a virus, but as she flicked it round to see any changes, she saw something entirely different than a mere rash. Tiny brown hairs had begun to sprout from her skin, growing longer and longer as more hairs made themselves present on her tail. The sensation was strange, but not entirely unpleasant and she began to smile slightly as her tail began to take a more familiar appearance. She flicked her tail from side to side, almost pulling more hairs out until the base of her tail, down to the tip was covered in a shiny coat of long coarse hair. She recognised the appearance of the tail almost immediately, and realised it to be equine. 

“Ohhh a...a horse?” she gasped loudly, trying to make sense of the unusually pleasant sensation of having a tail, and an equine one at that. One part of her mind rebelled against the deformity that had sprung upon her person, but she felt almost elated and happy at the feelings she got from her long silky tail. Before she could think anymore, her attention was promptly turned to a familiar warming sensation around her ears and head. The throbbing heat had almost spread like liquid through her body, pulsing and surging through her bloodstream, where it pooled and settled around her head and ears. The most apt word she could use to describe the sensation of her ears beginning to change; was “stiff” she felt as if she couldn’t move her ears at all, as if they were being pulled up by a pair of invisible hands. Moving her finger up to the side of her head, she confirmed her fears and suspicions when she felt her earlobes stretching upwards towards the top of her head. She groaned loudly as more of her skin stretched and pulled upwards to accommodate the shifting mass of her ears. Burning heat surged through the muscles behind her ears, becoming larger and more pronounced, repositioning to allow movement and control over her auditory senses. Her muscles twitched involuntarily as her ears began to pointen and shift, her earlobes merging alongside her Tragus into her head, the rest of her external ear began to take the familiar equine shape. As she flicked her ears they began to tickle, it was a different sensation than her tail, softer and somehow far more pleasant than hair growth. She reached her fingers up to her ears and felt short soft hair growing inside and out of the long pointed ears, realising it to be a light coat of fur.

“Ohhh....my” she groaned gently, feeling her fingers brush against her long horse-like ears, the feeling of her fingers running across her ears was strangely pleasant. It felt so strange to have moveable ears, but every time she moved them sideways or back, she could pinpoint the direction of sound. It was almost like she could map out her environment with just her ears, a feeling which made her groan as she closed her eyes. The fur kept growing around her ears, and finally began to spread down her head and neck. 

Wanda wished she could have more focus on her ears, but a much more interesting and powerful change was beginning elsewhere. As she suspected by now the heat pooling and concentrating on her groin was eventually going to manifest. She felt a moment of pride in her predictions, before her self admiration was washed away in a sea of animalistic sexual arousal. Liquid heat flooded her loins like a tidal wave, and she felt her cunt lips swell and throb with extreme arousal. The thrust of lust was so intense she almost immediately lost control of her voice, causing her to groan loudly at the feeling in her pants. Lost in pleasure she moved her hands round her breasts, cupping them and rubbing her hands across the soft fabric, stimulating her sensitive nipples.

“Ohhh yes.....more!” she groaned loudly, her rational mind now lost in the cloud of animalistic pleasure that was being forced upon her rapidly changing body. She flicked her horse-like ears in ecstasy, and brushed her equine tail back and forth at the feeling of her form overloading her with sensations. No longer did she think about what was going to happen, no longer did she care about her human form; the only thing she could focus on was the feeling that emanated from her crotch. The feeling was more intense than anything she had felt before, as if she was surfing on the edge of a powerful orgasm, unable to cum and being held on the edge of oblivion. She wanted to fall, fall into the pit of ecstasy that she dangled over, her body fuelling her wants and needs. She felt her hands become hotter, as if they were filling up with liquid. She mustered the strength to look down at her hands, too see her nails enlarging and swelling, each finger began to increase in size and girth, her whole hand becoming larger. Even though her hands and arms were increasing in size, she realised so was her whole body. Though the increase in mass was slow, she noticed she was quite a bit larger than before. The fur that had grown around her ears began to stretch and spread down her neck, like wildfire it spread under her shirt and across her skin. Wanda smiled and flicked her ears, subconsciously wanting more of the glorious horse fur to grow over her human skin. She still did not know the colour of her fur, and was anxious to find out. Her wish was granted when she felt the gently tickling fur spread across her arm, her eyes betraying her beauty with a shiny coat of reddish brown fur, identical to that of a bay horse. She gasped as another wave of arousal shot through her, increasing the speed of her fur growth.

Wanda understood this, rubbing herself more to stimulate the change to continue faster, her nipples pushing against her top and standing erect. The focus stayed on her groin, and among the sensuous throbbing of her warm lips, she felt her feet beginning to feel stiff. It felt as if the muscles in her ankles had seized up, she was unable to move them as she knew what was coming next. Loud crunching and cracking sounds echoed in her body, vibrations of her cracking joints caused her to shiver. It felt like one of her toes was growing larger, filling with mass and flesh. While her others started to shrink back. Ripe with curiosity; Wanda looked down at her feet, one in the sandal, the other bare. She watched as all but her middle toe started to receded into her foot, becoming vestigial, then finally disappearing completely. She didn’t know what was happening to her feet, or how she was changing; but she certainly liked it. Another wave of powerful lust washed over her, sending orgasmic sensations pounding through her loins like a jackhammer. Her pleasure was rough and by no means gentle, it was brutish and untruly strong, a power she had never felt before. Even though overwhelming and indescribably powerful, she felt herself gain a level of control over it as more of her body changed. The powerful wave of pleasure caused her feet to crack loudly, her large toe now seamlessly merged with her foot in a long hind leg, about the same length as her upper and lower legs.

 Her toe had grown through her other sandal and was straining under the pressure of her long digitgrade leg, eventually snapping off as her leg thickened with tendon and muscle. The bulge in her pants grew bigger with each passing moment, her clit expanding to ungodly sizes, her body filled with testosterone and hormones, changing her body and reshaping it for a much more masculine purpose. Wanda no longer felt delicate or feminine, she felt strong and powerful, as if she could lift a car. And by the looks of her thick arms and broad shoulders, standing at nearly 7 feet high, she probably could. In the back of her head, she knew that her body was no longer human, and she questioned the state of her mind as she began to smile with glee as more of her body changed into the equine shape she craved so dearly. Even though musclar and strong, she still retained her feminine shape, her gorgeous hourglass figure.

“Ohhh more....give me more!” she groaned loudly, moving her free hand down to her groin and massaging it. Her fingernails had seemingly grown around her fingers, the tips ending in slightly pointed hooves. Each hoof was the same thickness as each of her fingers, and rubbing them against her thick expanding clit felt amazing. She stretched her two toes around as they began to crack and reshape, the nail pushing around and out of the skin. She felt them press against the concrete, scraping keratin against stone and causing her to let out a loud moan as her new hind hooves started to take shape. They became thicker and rounder, curving around her thickening toe which puffed up around the nail, forming what could easily be described as a horse's hoof. Wanda clopped her new horse hooves on the concrete, knowing now she would never need to wear shoes or silly sandals again. Part of her died inside, knowing when she was human, she loved to wear different types of shoes. She giggled knowing now she could simply paint her hooves different colours, she could be the most stylish horse ever. 

“Ahhh god yes! Make me a horse! I want more!” she cried out loudly, now becoming a spectacle for all to see, even if there was nobody around to see it. Even though Wanda could not see or feel the changes that were occurring around her groin, she could feel every inch of her cunt reshape. Covered by her trousers, her cunt lips began to pull upwards toward her belly button, dripping female lubricants like a leaking tap. Her pants were already wet and stained from the ordeal, and they were only about to get wetter. Wanda suddenly moaned in a deep guttural tone as a wave of pure ecstasy shot over her, causing her to become dizzy and light headed from the pleasure. Her G-spot began to rub against her trousers, becoming thicker and larger. The sensitivity was so strong; it was almost painful, but so powerful only a madman could resist its whims. Her vulva now no longer looked anything remarkably female, aside from the dripping folds underneath her open vagina, which was starting to stretch open with something strange; while her cunt lips below her clit started to stretch out and puff up, growing longer and flatter. Eventually Wanda screamed loudly as she felt her ovaries move inside her, shifting and pulling mass with them, eventually reaching her female exit. With a loud “Squelch” the first of her brand new testicles dropped out her cunt, another to follow, which were quickly enveloped and sealed in place by her stretched and large cunt lips. Another loud squelch was heard as the flaps of skin sealed together, forming a neat line down her testicles toward her asshole. 

"Ohh...ohh god yes...I want this, make me a sexy stallion!!" snorted Wanda, her new testicles pushing against the fabric in her jeans, begging to be fondled by her large hands. She gasped and groaned as more of her lush fur grew and finally covered her arms and hands, spreading down her back and over her breasts. She smiled and snorted through her nose as as she rubbed her furry hands over her shirt, her boobs expanding and stretching the fabric. Tearing of fabric could be heard from both her trousers and top, stretching and flexing under the increasing tightness. Her clit was now huge, about the size of a large grape and continued to increase in size and sensitivity. She moaned loudly and began to pant as she felt skin and flesh push her clit forward. Her existing cut lips had pulled up and around her thick clit, merging to her belly with a sticky sensation. Wanda almost whinnied as another powerful surge of pleasure washed over her as her large clit split open in the middle, her urethra joining into a single unified shaft. She felt a thicker stickier liquid drip from her new piss-hole, knowing it full well to be male cum. The power of the sensations in her loins began to grow stronger and stronger; and no longer did she sense the growing of an orgasm in her cunt, she felt it deep within her, deep in the middle of her loins. It was several times more powerful than her female sensations, and far more pleasurable. 

"Ahhhh...Ohhhh yes" Wanda moaned, her voice becoming darker and more gravely, but still retaining its feminine tone, without sacrificing the strong power it had now. Wanda knew she was becoming male, her large orange sized equine Testicles were testament to that. She felt her blouse become unbearably tight under the size of her large furry breasts, eventually more ripping was heard as the fabric finally gave way. The loose strips of her human cloths fell off her body, allowing Wanda to reach one hand up and cup her large furry horse boob with her thick muscular hand. She gasped in pleasure as she massaged her large horse breasts, teasing her matt black nipple and nickering like a horse at the feeling of being so equine. She looked down to see her large furry breasts bouncing freely, now at least a D cup and perfectly shaped. She watched as more fur grew down her stomach and began to tickle her growing clit, now thick and round , resembling an oddly formed cock. She felt her first erection growing in her pants, the strain of her massive black horse balls was already enough, and more ripping cloth echoed in the side ally as the changing horse cross human screamed in pleasure. Her pants tore and her trousers split, her delicate panties broke and the head of a thick pink and black marbled horseback forced it's way out of the tattered remains of her trousers. It was glorious and terrifying in it's size and shape, growing longer and thicker by the minute. Her clit and puffed up and formed round into a large mushroom shaped head, tiny bumps lined the matt black skin that encompassed the magnificent horsecock head. Her shaft was matt black, marbled with patches of pink, and thick veins throbbed along the surface. She smiled in happiness at her new glorious addition, and could not resist the urge to touch it. A power and pleasure unknown to her; shot around her body like a tidal wave, filling her up with lust. As her furry palm touched the smooth shiny surface of her horsecock, she moaned at the pleasure it brought. She never knew having a cock could feel so good, And understood why men masturbated so much. She always thought it was down to their libido, when it was only the amazing feelings they got from their shafts. She kept thinking of herself as a "she", and even though she possesed a cock, she didnt think of herself as a “he”. Wanda certainly liked being female, and didn’t want to be male, but she didnt want to loose her cock.

Wanda now realised what she wanted, she didn't want to be male, and she didn't want to be human. What she wanted was to become more equine, she wanted to become the magnificent stallion that her body was changing into. She realised she was technically a shemale, since her breasts hadn't disappeared. But she was glad she still had something female, she didn’t want to be male after all.

"Ohhhh...so…..nieegh…nicee" Wanda groaned, whinnying a bit at how good it felt to jack off her massive stallion cock. But she still felt that one hand wasn’t enough, so moving one of her hands down from her breasts she began to cup and churn her massive stallion balls. The feeling of duel ball and prick stimulation was even more pleasurable, and more groans and moans of pleasure escaped her mouth.

Wanda was lost; lost in a sea of her own lust, trapped in a changing body, and she loved it. The more she jacked off, the more her legs became coated with fur. The sensations were overwhelming, and she desired more, her ears and tail, her magnificent hooves and shapely cock, all fuelled her psyche with stimulations and feelings of pure pleasure. Finally her legs and hooves were coated, her whole body coated in a magnificent coat of horse fur, her sheath neatly attached to her belly, and her large horsecock jutted out, at least 12 inches long and 3 inches thick. Wanda groaned loudly as her neck began to stretch out, causing her to close her eyes as her vertebrae expanded and pushed her partially human head upwards, the muscles thickening in her neck. Her existing hair changed texture to a coarse horse hair, and familiar prickling sensations worked their way along the back o her neck as her long mane grew, along with the bay coloured horse fur, which creeped up to her face; initiating the final changes.

Wanda felt a strong pulsing orgasm grow inside her loins, becoming stronger and stronger with each thrust of her cock. Precum began to leak from her pointed urethra, dribbling down the long thick shaft and over her furry hands. She felt elated and powerful as her face began to crack and stretch, her nose and mouth beginning to feel stiff and move forward on their own accord. The cracking continued and she groaned as her mouth and face shifted forward, her whole head changing shape as her teeth changed also. She groaned loudly as her molars and premolars stayed in the same place, while her incisors and canines shifted forward with her mouth and nose, flattening out into thick white slabs; more suited for eating hay and grass. Alongside her teeth, her tongue began to stretch out, as if she was pushing her tongue as far forward as she could, a dull aching pain at the base of her tongue making itself present as it grew longer. She snorted through her nostrils as her nose began to reshape, merging with her upper lip and becoming one unified piece. She felt her muscles twitch in her lips and mouth, becoming thicker and more pliable than before. Her face pushed out even further until it reached a sizable length, before the growth began to slow. She articulated her new lips, licking her nose and chin with her much longer and rougher tongue. She wondered what it would like to kiss with lips as strong and sexy as hers. 

“Sooo....good.....so....niccce.....NEIGGHHH!!!” Wanda whinnied loudly, her orgasm reaching full brunt as the fur began to spread across her longer horse-like face, her lips and nose darkening to a matt black, while her eyes shifted to the side as her skull adjusted finally. She whinnied again and felt a loud “Crack” through her spine as her skull locked into place, her change now finally complete. Warm pleasant rushing feelings stimulated her cock as thick torrents of hot stallion cum shot out from her tip, before the orgasm hit full strength and pounded her body like a bulldozer smashing down a brick wall. She screamed and whinnied once more, louder than ever and pulled her lips back in ecstasy, swishing her tail from side to side and pulling her ears down. Hot cum sprayed over her furry muzzle, loving the feeling of her seed against her long face and nose, it was pure heaven. But her balls didn’t seem to stop there, more cum sprayed out over her fuzzy breasts as her balls churned up and down, while her thick stallion cock jutted up and down as it pumped more cum onto her. With a nicker, Wanda felt the orgasm die down finally, small spurts of cum dribbled from her thick horsecock before it started to become limp. She smiled and ran her fingers over her thick fur, now a healthy she male anthro horse. As she rubbed her hands over her fur, the thick horsecum matted her thick pelt, making it sticky and wet. She loved the feeling of her new body, almost as if she was made for it.

“Mmmm, ohhh that felt goood” she groaned loudly, finally opening her eyes to see her long muzzle protruding before her. She was shocked about how far her mouth was in front of her face. She moved a hand up and felt her new muzzle, feeling the length and her lips. It felt great to have such a long face, and to feel every inch of it was so alien, but yet it felt so right. Wanda smiled and felt the thick globs of cum dribble down her face, and utilising her long flat tongue, she licked up a large portion of it from her nose. It tasted salty and a little bitter, but also slighly sweet, a taste she loved. 

“Mmmm delicious” she giggled, and licked The rest of the cum off her nose and moth, before leaning back and puffing in pleasure through her large horse nostrils. After the last of her cum had dribbled off her cock she felt it receded back into her sheath, the head popping inside and causing her to nicker a bit. Wanda picked herself up off the ground, noticing it had gotten quite dark, and soon the nightlife would be out. Then a thought wandered through her head, she knew of a good strip club down the road, not a couple of blocks from her current location.

“Well....let's put this new body to the test” she giggled eagerly, walking along the concrete, her hooves clopping on the pavement. She flicked her tail and ears proudly, waving her shapely hips and body from side to side, confident that they couldn’t refuse a beast as sexy and seductive as her at the strip club she had in mind. 

She walked away from the dumpster, the last of her human cloths lay tattered among the salvaged garbage and litter, leaving her old life behind, and walking towards her new life, better and richer for the experience.