>You are Anon.
>And right now, you’re on your way home.
>You’ve got the windows down, the radio on, and the accelerator is pressed to the floor.
>Which means you can almost make it to 55 with the air conditioning on!
>And you can barely hear that awful rattling!
>The shitty EDM coming from the radio is quickly interrupted, though, and a robotic voice comes on the air.
>”Ladies and gentlemen, we interrupt your regularly scheduled broadcasting with some breaking news.”
>Oh, this oughta be good.
>”Reports of a highly contagious transformative virus spreading across most of the southwestern United States have been confirmed by the federal government. It is not clear at the moment whether this is the same contagion that spread across the country twice previously. Listeners are advised to spend the weekend at home or in another fortified location. Please contact your local municipalities for further advice on how to avoid infection.”
>The voice fades away and you’re back to jamming out.
>You don’t have time for this shit.
 
—FLU SEASON—
 
>You decide to roll up the windows and switch the air conditioning to circulate air from inside the car.
>No point in getting you and all your housemates sick.
>Plus, after the second time this shit went around, you decided to see how long you can go without ever getting infected.
>Sure, there was a national panic the first time, and the second time, whatever new strain went around managed to do even more damage.
>But now?
>Most people are pretty much used to it.
 
>Already, as you continue your drive home, you’re starting to see people boarding up their windows and stores closing for the weekend.
>There are a couple places that look like they’ve been looted, but overall it’s nowhere near as widespread as it was last year.
>You haven’t seen any rioting, either, but that’s probably because, by this part of your drive, you’re far, far away from the hood.
>It isn’t until you’re almost home that you start to see people with actual physical changes.
>Time to people watch.
>There’s one dude with a tail, another guy who hasn’t noticed his new ears yet, and one girl who’s trying to balance on a brand new pair of hooves.
>Some people have fur and others have feathers, but all of them are just going about their daily routine like there’s nothing wrong at all.
>Hell, when you get cut off by some geriatric in a Buick, you’re almost upset that she distracted you from the poor sons of bitches changing into animals on the side of the road, but then, when you go to pass her, you notice she’s got a muzzle.
>Try to explain that to the grandkids.
>You pull into your neighborhood, which is as calm and unassuming as it would be any other day of the week.
>You click open the garage door and your eyes are accosted with the sight of April’s piece of shit parked in your motherfucking spot.
>Fine then.
>You try the other garage door, and both spots are occupied too.
>You know what?
>That’s fine too.
>At least they’re parked in their own spots.
>Let’s try door three.
>You wait with baited breath as the garage door swings open, only to reveal two other cars.
>Looks like you’re parking on the driveway tonight, even though it’s technically YOUR house.
>You grab your bag out of the cavernous trunk, unlock the front door, and step inside.
>And look at that!
>None other than April herself is standing in the kitchen, microwaving what looks like the last slice of the pizza you bought last night.
 
“You motherfucker.”
>She turns around and grins when she sees you.
>Her teeth are much, much pointier than they were this morning.
>And her hair looks… purple?
>”Oh, hey Anon. Thought I heard you come in.”
>Across the spacious living room, Dan, sitting on the couch drinking a beer, decides to pipe in.
>”With a hunk of shit like the one he’s driving, of course you could hear him clattering up the driveway.”
“At least I’m not driving some shit ricer. Anyone who drives a car with less than eight cylinders is a communist.”
>You look over at his deadbeat ass and notice he’s got a pretty big bald spot right on the back of his head.
>And what the hell is that blue shit on his arm?
“You fuckers are infected, aren’t you.”
>It isn’t even a question.
>Dan takes another swig of beer, and April just grins.
>Her teeth sharpen a little when she does.
>”Hell yeah we are. Pretty much everyone here is.”
>You snort.
“Fucking perfect. I’m trying to avoid getting sick, thank you.”
>”Get the fuck in your room then. Or else this pony might bite.”
“You’re not a pony yet. Right now you’re just a dumbass.”
>She sticks her tongue out, and you dig through the fridge, looking for something to drink.
>”Why do you care so much about getting sick, anyways? Everyone’s changed at least twice now.”
>”Not him. Anon, tell her.”
>”Wait, he hasn’t gotten sick yet?”
“Not once.”
>”How? Did you used to live in a bunker or something?”
“Nah. The first time I was on a massive Fallout 4 binge. Like, 72 hours massive.”
>”You were playing Fallout 4 for three days straight?”
“Yep. Didn’t even leave the room to piss. About half of it was just making a character, too.”
>”You’re disgusting.”
“And proud of it.”
>”What about the second time?”
“Oh, I was in Paris.”
 
>”Why the hell were you in Paris?”
“To get away from my parents. Why else? My aunt had just left me close to a million dollars, and they were flipping their shit. I tore out of there as fast as I fucking could.”
>”Nice.”
>You finally find what you were looking for.
>Close to the back of the fridge is a mason jar full of some of the good ol’ family recipe.
>You pop it open and take a nice, big gulp of some Southern-style moonshine, plopping down on one of the barstools surrounding the granite island at the center of the kitchen and savoring the sweet, sweet burn.
>”You know that stuff’s probably gonna kill you, right?”
>Fuckin’ lightweight, sitting over there drinking his piss water like it’s hot shit.
“You’re just still embarrassed about what happened when you drank some of this.”
>”I sucked one dick, okay?”
>April snorts, just as two more of your housemates make their way down the stairs and into the living room.
“Mac. Sarah. What’s up?”
>”Oh, you know, the usual.”
>Sarah is studious to a fault, and it still shows, even though her glasses are now hanging loosely off her beak.
>”You call turning into a bird the usual?”
>”Oh, shut the fuck up, Dan.”
>That would be April again.
>”Well, after the first two times, I guess so.”
>Mac nods in agreement, and you catch a glimpse of a pair of cream-colored pony ears resting in his head.
>You take another swig of moonshine.
“Where’s Chris?”
>”Oh, he’s upstairs moping.”
 
“The hell is he turning into that’s got him so sad?”
>”I dunno, he wouldn’t say.”
>Excellent detective work, Mac.
>You throw your bag in your bedroom, which is right off the living room, drink in hand.
>You sit down at your desk and start checking the news.
>And by “the news” you mean /news/.
>Fuck that mainstream Jew bullshit.
>Looks like the board’s hit a record high of ten people in light of the epidemic, which has now made its way to the East Coast.
>The President has been moved to a secure location, but it probably won’t stop him from getting infected anyways.
>You’re dying to know if his coat is orange, too.
>Looks like this strain transforms people into the same forms they took last time, which affected people based on location.
>People who were in the Northeast are all unicorns, the Northwest is mostly pegasi, Southerners are normal ponies, and so on.
>Most of central Arizona, where you’re going to college, is griffons, but the closer to the border you go the likelier it is you’ll transform into a mule.
>You pop on /pol/ for a minute, where everyone’s laughing at all the idiots on Twitter who are blaming this strain of the virus on the Russians.
>You stay way the hell away from /mlp/, which, after the last two outbreaks prompted a flood of nudes the likes of which have never been seen by mankind, is probably filled with some pretty lewd shit.
>And for anyone who’s especially horny after the transformation is finished, which most are, there’s /soc/.
>All in all, it’s business as usual.
 
>When you finally emerge from your spacious bedroom, your housemates are all arguing, as usual.
“What the hell is going on out here?”
>April, who’s currently spread out on the couch, speaks up.
”Well, Chris felt like making something, so we were trying to figure out what the hell to eat. Sarah said she felt like having fish and then Dan burst into tears.”
>”It-It’s just so, so heartless!”
“Wait, Chris is down here?”
>”I’m right here.”
>You turn to find the source of the voice and find a seven-eighths scale Chris sitting at the counter, one of his shirts hanging loosely off his frame.
“Didn’t think you could get any shorter.”
>”Oh, fuck you.”
>You grin.
“Well, it’s nice to see you too. Good to see you finally came out of your room. What, did you go into heat or something?”
>His face turns pink and he swishes a budding tail that you didn’t realize he had.
“You’re fucking kidding.”
>Mac makes his way over to where Chris is sitting and leans back on a barstool.
>”Ah, don’t be so sad. ‘S gonna happen to all of us eventually.”
>”Doesn’t mean I have to like it.
>”Oh, you will soon~”
“April!”
>”What? The virus fucks with your head. Everyone knows that. I’m stating a fact.”
>Chris sniffles a little.
>”No, she’s right. I’m gonna have to get used to my, to my-”
>”Your pussy?”
“April! Seriously! You’re not helping!”
>She laughs.
>”No, seriously. Now, I’d love to listen to you guys bitch and moan about getting sick but it’s giving me a headache. I’m gonna go get a burger or something.”
>She starts to head over to the garage, but you stop her.
“Uh, no you’re not.”
 
>She whips around and gives you a defiant grin.
>”And what’s stopping me?”
“Morality? Your sense of right and wrong? Look, we have no idea if anyone else on our street is sick or not, and I don’t want to have to explain to the Smiths across the street that their kid turned into a pony because my dumbass friend wanted Burger King.”
>”I was actually thinking more along the lines of In-N-Out Burger, but I guess you’re right.”
>She sighs and starts walking over to the couch, but you’re still suspicious.
>And your suspicions are confirmed when, after just a few steps, she turns tail and races towards the garage.
>”Oh, hell no.”
>Mac hops out of his seat and, in what feels like just a few strides, bolts across the spacious living room and tackles April to the ground just as she reaches for the keychain hanging on a small row of hooks by the garage.
>Everyone in the room stares in amazement as he pins her to the ground and, once she’s stopped struggling, picks her up by the back of her shirt, carries her over to the couch, and unceremoniously plops her down with a huff.
>Wordlessly, he opens the fridge and pulls out an unlabeled bottle filled with what you assume is some sort of happy medium between Dan’s piss water and your liver destroyer.
>He sits back down and takes a swig as his bare feet twitch and curl up a little.
>”Don’t try that shit again.”
>You nod your head in approval and saunter in your room to grab something.
>When you find the shoebox, you take it over to the small alcove by the door to the larger of your house’s garages and dump your friends’ keys inside it.
“I’m taking this into my room and taping it closed until everyone’s back to normal. You’re all quarantined.”
>You fight past the cries of opposition and cross the room to fit the shoebox in the horrifically dirt space between the toilet and the wall in the large, richly decorated en suite bathroom.
 
>When you emerge from your room, you’re met with quite a few glares, but you fight past those too.
>You throw open the fridge and dig through the drawers for a bag of lettuce and some carrots.
“I’ll make you all some salad. Then you’re all going into your bedrooms for the weekend, and you’re not coming out until you’re one hundred percent human.”
>Their reactions are mostly what you expected.
>”What the fuck?”
>”A-Alright, I guess.”
>”Hell no.”
>”Okay, mom.”
>”Who shit in your fucking cereal?”
“Look, I don’t want you guys getting out and causing trouble while you’re sick. You heard the stories on the news; when people transform, they’re not entirely themselves anymore. You remember the story of that changeling hive in Colorado?”
>A couple of them shudder.
“Yeah, that could be you when you wake up tomorrow. I know this place certainly isn’t prison. The power’s still on, so that’s a plus, and all of your rooms have bathrooms attached. I’ll bring you food and take care of you if you need me to, just as long as I don’t get sick too.”
>”Fine by me.”
“Good, because you don’t have a choice. If you said no, I was gonna board up the windows. Now dig in!”
>You pass out the meager dinner and check your phone in the dining room, as far away from the munching half-humans as you possibly can get while still keeping an eye on them.
>And as they eat, they all start to change a little more.
>April’s ears travel up to the top of her head and cover themselves in the same gray fur that’s slowly travelling up her neck.
>A pretty large hunk of Dan’s hair just up and falls off, and you notice his skin starting to turn blue and scaly.
>Sarah leans forward and you notice two distinct bulges threatening to tear at her shirt.
>She spreads her legs a little and lets out a restless sigh.
 
>Chris’s hair grows out, becoming a more vibrant brown, and he lets out a small, girly giggle as he crosses his eyes to watch his mouth push out in front of him.
>One of his hands moves to rest on his inner thigh, and his breath catches in his throat.
>Mac shifts in his seat uncomfortably as more cream fur spreads over his arms, before he reaches behind him and turns a pepper-colored tail out of his jeans.
>His other hand is busy rubbing at the barely-hidden bulge hidden inside them.
>The air conditioning kicks on in the room, and the cool air brings with it the distinctive smell of arousal.
>You close your eyes and slowly breath in, savoring the smell, before you shoot open your eyes and notice everyone is eyeing each other with very, very obvious half-lidded grins, raised eyebrows, and open, panting mouths.
>You shoot up and raise your voice to distract you from your own-hard on.
“Okay, fun’s over! Now upstairs! I’ll give you thirty seconds before I go up there to make sure you’re all where you should be. No funny business. Go.”
>They all reluctantly get up and traipse up the stairs, and you go around the large sectional, collecting the empty bowls with oven mitts on your hands.
>For protection, of course.
>And as you play housewife, you notice a couple very obvious puddles on the floor and small stains where a few of them were sitting.
>Fuck, those are gonna be a bitch to get out.
>And you’re pretty sure the CDC is gonna make you burn this couch now.
>Once you stop hearing the sounds of feet moving through the hallways above you, you head up the staircase, taking a peek into the dimly-lit loft to make sure nobody’s hiding there.
>You turn the corner and head down the small hallway that leads to yet another hall, painted in simple neutral colors like most of the house, where the five other bedrooms are located.
 
>Chris’s room is at the farthest end of the hallway, so you stop there first.
>You peek your head in and catch him lying on his bed, a pillow pressed between his slowly shifting legs.
>He looks over at you with an expression filled with both surprise and lust.
“Have fun with that.”
>You shut the door right as he lets out a feminine whine.
>Most of your other housemates are in similar states of arousal.
>Luckily, they all made it to their rooms, and you don’t get an eyeful of anyone’s goods.
>Well, except for Mac’s giant fucking horsecock that he decided to wave right in your face when you opened the door.
>You’re gonna have a hard time explaining that boner to Jesus.
>And as you head back downstairs to your bedroom, the events of the day start taking their toll.
>You can hardly remember how you were planning on spending the weekend just this afternoon as you drove home, before all this shit started.
>Knowing you, the weekend was probably just gonna be lots of drinking and whacking off, but still.
>You’re fucking exhausted.
>You check the locks on all the doors and windows, turn off the lights, draw the curtains, and head into your room, locking the door behind you.
>Sleep sounds really fucking good right now.
 
>You wake up the next morning dreading everything and everyone you’ll likely end up facing today.
>If last night was anything to go by, your housemates upstairs are probably restless and incredibly needy.
>After a couple minutes of deliberating whether or not to just go back to sleep, you reluctantly crawl out of bed.
>You head into the kitchen to make some coffee and have a quick breakfast, checking the news on your phone.
>There hasn’t been a repeat of the Colorado incident just yet, which you sort of expected.
>That shit doesn’t really happen twice.
>Then there are the usual reports of looting, kidnapping, and so on.
>You expected that shit too.
>Luckily, your location being firmly in the middle of one of Phoenix’s vast and well-off suburbs, you doubt you’ll be on the receiving end of any real violence.
>Unless you count the possible sexual assault from your housemates; that’s almost an absolute certainty.
>Come to think of it, you should probably make everyone else some breakfast, too.
>But you still have no idea what any of them actually want to eat.
>Coffee and toast it is.
>Sure, it isn’t exactly the breakfast of champions, but the virus is still technically a strain of the flu, so upset stomachs are definitely a possibility if you try to make anything too crazy.
>You put your empty mug in the sink and start preparing the trays of food.
>When you’re finished, you hesitantly creep upstairs, making your way across the second floor until you reach the first of five bedrooms.
>Time to play nurse.
>You knock on the door and, after a few seconds, you get a response.
>”Anon? Is that you?”
“Yeah. Can I come in?”
>”S-Sure, just a second.”
 
>You hear the soft patter of hoofsteps on carpet before Chris opens the door.
>The first thing you notice is how unbelievably adorable he is.
>As far as ponies go, he’s on the smaller side, and his long bangs coupled with a pair of doe eyes make for some weapons-grade cuteness.
>The second thing you notice is the smell of female arousal wafting out the room.
>Looks like he’s definitely not a he anymore.
“I made you breakfast.”
>”Oh, thanks! Do you want to come in?”
>Another look at her pleading eyes completely shatters any objections you may have had.
“Alright, fine. If I haven’t been infected by now I’m probably immune.”
>”Lucky bastard.”
>She trots over to her bed and flops down on her back, sighing in discomfort.
>You decide to take a seat on her plush desk chair on the other side of the room, setting her tray of food down next to you.
“So how are you feeling?”
>”Fine.”
>She’s clearly not fine.
>You almost wonder what’s keeping her from pouncing on you, which is clearly what she’d rather be doing with you right now.
“How are you dealing with the-”
>”It’s fine!”
>She quickly sits up, her long brown tail swishing across her backside to try and cover up her goods, but she quickly collects herself and sinks back into the bed, hind legs splayed out in the air.
>She looks over at you and shifts her legs, giving you a very good look at what she’s got between her legs.
>Her tail swishes as her clit winks at you, eliciting a soft moan from her other lips.
>”Fuck, Anon, you have no idea how bad this feels.”
>You look away from the show she’s putting on and your eyes rest on a pile of phallic objects in the corner: hairbrushes, bottles of shampoo, and the like.
”Look, I’d love to stay, but I need to go check on-”
>”Fuck me.”
“Chris, snap out of it.”
>”I can’t! I’ve tried everything. Nothing can get rid of this heat!”
 
>You get up and slowly start to make your way over to the door.
>She immediately notices and lets out a long whine, a light green hoof travelling down to her eager folds.
>”C’mon, man, help a friend out.”
“Sorry Chris, but I need to take care of everyone else first. I’ll be back in a minute.”
>”Please, don’t leave~”
>You ignore her pleas and shut the door behind you, trying to put the image of your childhood friend begging for sex out of your head.
>Right across the hallway is Mac’s room, so you grab another tray and knock on his door next.
”You up?”
>”Yep.”
“I made you something to eat. Can you open the door?”
>”Sure, just gimme a second.”
>It doesn’t take him long to unlock the door and invite you inside.
>If Chris was a little mare, Mac is a big stallion.
>His cream coat and his pepper-colored mane, on top of his well-built frame, gives him a hell of a presence.
>Once again, you’re hit with the smell of arousal as soon as you enter the room, but this time, it’s different.
>It’s more powerful, more dominant.
>It makes your mind hazy and your thoughts fuzzy.
>You set the tray down on the nightstand and turn to get the hell out of here before you do something you might regret.
>”And just where do you think you’re going?”
>You turn around and immediately wish you hadn’t.
>He’s sitting on the edge of his bed with his legs spread and his package bobbing in the air.
>And it’s certainly one hell of a package.
>You haven’t ever seen a horsecock up close and in person before, and you were hoping to keep it that way.
>But the way it twitches and bobs, pre dripping down his mottled skin…
>It’s almost captivating.
 
>”Now, come on, don’t be so scared. I just want to give you a little reward, that’s all.”
“Mac, s-snap out of it. I’m not going to fuck you.”
>”Oh, I’ll be the one doing the fucking here. Now come on, I know you want to~”
>He gestures down to his stiff package with a hoof and grins.
“No, I don’t. I’m not interested.”
>”And what makes you say that? Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it, Anon.”
“Mac, horses aren’t my fetish. It isn’t you, Chris tried to get me to fuck, too. I’m here to take care of you until this bug is gone, and that’s it.”
>”Well, maybe mares just aren’t your thing. Come on, Anon, just a lick. You haven’t stopped staring at it since you got in here.”
>It’s true, you haven’t.
>And what’s the harm in a little taste?
>It’s not like nobody else is giving into the pheromones that come with the disease.
>Hell, everyone does things they wouldn’t normally do when they’re sick.
>Even though you’re not sick yet.
>”Nobody has to know. Now come on, I know you want to~”
>You quickly stop yourself from licking your lips and sigh.
“O-Okay, fine. But just one lick, I can’t come down with this bug.”
>He grins as you take a hesitant step towards his waiting cock and away from the door.
>”Just one lick.”
>As you’re drawn closer to him, your mind starts to grow fuzzier.
>Once you reach the edge of the bed, you get down on your knees, your face inches from his twitching dick.
>The musk wafting off it is unbelievable, and your jeans quickly get much, much tighter.
>”Go on, don’t be shy~”
>You hesitantly extend your tongue and lean forward until the tip of your tongue bumps against his shaft.
>Your eyes roll back in your head as you drag your tongue upwards, savoring the wonderful taste.
>When you pull away, you’re a panting mess, arousal rocketing through your veins.
 
>You meet his gaze, and looking up at his confident grin from your position on the floor sends a wave of submission through you.
>”How did I taste?”
“B-Better than I thought you would.”
>He grins.
>”Do you want to keep going?”
“A-A little…”
>”Then go right ahead. Nobody’s stopping you~”
>You lean forward again and give him another lick, running your tongue all the way up from his base to the very tip, where you lap up a bit of pre leaking out of his eager cock.
>”Fuck, that feels good.”
>You give his stallionhood a few more licks as you grow more aroused and just a little more eager to please him.
>One hand moves down to cup his plump balls, which have so much heft that you can only hold one at a time.
>The other unzips your jeans and starts to wrap around your cock, but when he notices, he takes hold of your chin with a hoof and brings your head up to meet his stern gaze.
>”Hold your horses there. No playing with yourself until I let you.”
“Please? Mac, I’m so horny.”
>He shifts on the bed, pulling his delicious stallionhood further away from your anxious lips, which draws out an embarrassingly desperate whine.
>”If you want to keep sucking, you have to do what I say. Okay?”
“O-Okay.”
>”Good girl~”
>He shifts forward again, rubbing his stallionhood against your face and smearing pre all over you.
>You pepper his shaft in kisses, moving up to the tip, and once you reach it, you feel a hoof on the back of your head.
>”Now suck.”
>You open your mouth to protest, but the words don’t make it out of your mouth.
>He takes the opportunity to slowly push your head down and slide his stallionhood past your lips.
>You let out a gasp that quickly turns into a muffled moan as his dick fills your mouth, and he keeps pushing your head down until his tip bumps against the back of your throat.
 
>You cross your eyes and your breath catches in your throat when you notice you’ve barely even taken half of it.
>”Ready?”
>You give a hesitant nod and take a deep breath before he puts another hoof on the back of your head and starts sliding inch after inch of his thick cock down your throat.
>After you get past the initial gag reflex, every inch feels like heaven as he keeps sliding more and more in, bucking his hips from the pleasure.
>You run your tongue against his length as it enters your mouth, and you gasp when you feel your nose bump against the soft fur of his underbelly.
>”There we go, it’s all in. You’re such a good girl~”
>You look up at him from your submissive position on your knees, and he gives you another willpower-depleting grin.
>”Now it’s time for a little fun.”
>He puts one hoof on your shoulder and another on your head, guiding you up and down as he starts thrusting.
>You keep teasing his cock with your tongue, trying to bring him to orgasm before you run out of air.
>As the seconds tick by, you find yourself more and more turned on by his dominance, savoring his wonderful smell and his delicious taste.
>After what feels like an eternity of the pure pleasure of being facefucked, Mac adds to your quiet moans and the noises of sex.
>”Ah, Anon, I’m getting close.”
>He forcefully buries your face in his belly and starts pounding away at your face, and your eyes roll back in your head.
>”Here it comes!”
>He thrusts one last time before you feel his head flare in your throat and rope after rope of cum fill your belly.
>Bliss fills all your senses as you feel your own, much smaller load spurt onto the carpet beneath you.
>He slides his cock out of your throat until his flared tip fills your mouth, running a hoof along his length as he coaxes out a few ropes of cum into your mouth.
>The taste is overwhelming, and you eagerly swallow every drop.
 
>When his orgasm finally subsides, he releases you from his grip, and you fall on your ass, your knees weak.
>He looks down at you and, giving himself one more stroke, lets off one last spurt of cum onto your clothes.
“What was that for?”
>”So everybody in the house knows you belong to me, of course~”
>He starts to hop off the bed, but his hoof steps right in a puddle of your cum, and his eyes shoot down and over to yours.
>”You came from just sucking my cock?”
>Embarrassed, you nod.
>”Oh, Anon, you’re such a slut. You’re my cute little slut. Now clean it up, every drop.”
>Your mind still reeling from your eager submission, you get on all fours in front of him and lick up your load from the carpet.
>”And my hoof.”
>He dangles a hoof in front of your face, and without thinking, you swirl your tongue along the appendage.
>”That’s a good girl.”
>When you finish, he slowly brings you to your knees until you’re at eye level.
>He leans in for a kiss and wraps his hooves around you, and the feeling of his lips alone sends you back into a daze.
>His tongue eagerly explores your mouth, quickly dominating you as you press your lips against his even harder.
>When he releases you from the kiss, he smiles and pats you on the head.
>”You haven’t transformed before, right?”
“N-No, I haven’t.”
>”Well, I hope you end up as a pretty little colt, so I can fuck you like one.”
 
>It sounds nicer than you’d ever admit.
“I’ve gotta go, Mac. I still haven’t given April, Dan, or Sarah their food.”
>”Then go. But I expect you to come right back here for more of this cock when you finish. Okay?”
>Your response is so quick it’s almost instinctual.
“O-Okay, Mac.”
>He smiles and gives you another quick kiss.
>”That’s a good girl. Now go on, I’ll be waiting.”
>You slowly stand on shaky knees and make your way out of the room.
>You shut the door and lean against the wall, catching your breath.
>The fog slowly clears from your head, and you look down at the quickly-drying cum on your shirt.
>You blush and run downstairs to grab a new shirt that doesn’t have a trace of his hypnotic musk.
>This is gonna be a long day.
 
>Once you make it back upstairs, you absentmindedly make your way to your housemates’ rooms, thinking about nothing in particular.
>Well, ONE thing.
>One very big, delicious, throbbing-
>You snap back to reality as you almost trip over one of the trays that you left out in the hallway like an idiot.
>A wave of embarrassment floods over you as you survey the now-cold food.
>Looks like you were so busy being a submissive little sluuuut– PREOCCUPIED in Mac’s room that you neglected your present duties.
>After running back downstairs to heat up the coffee in the microwave, you hop up the steps once more, still trying to shake your worryingly persistent gay thoughts.
>Instead of making a beeline for Mac’s room, as part of you is still commanding you to do, you lightly knock on April’s bedroom door, right in the middle of the hall.
>”Come in.”
>You slowly open the door, expecting her to pounce on you, but you end up standing in the doorway, waiting for your eyes to adjust to her darkened room.
>”Shut the door, it’s too bright out there.”
“Too bright out there? It’s fucking pitch black in here!”
>”Yeah, I was trying to sleep.”
“It’s almost noon.”
>”Well, you woke me up twice while you were getting fucked in Mac’s room, so cut me some slack.”
>You can feel your cheeks turning a brilliant red, and your response is sheepish and quiet.
“Y-You heard that?”
>”Loud and clear. The walls aren’t very thick. But it’s fine, I guess. There are always a few mental changes here and there.”
>She snickers.
>”I always took you for a faggot anyways, Anon.”
 
>You grab one of April’s many small throw pillows and lob it at where you think she’s sleeping, but once your eyes rest on the outline of a clearly empty bed, you raise an eyebrow.
>”Over here.”
>You turn around and look into the even darker closet, where a dark form is... dangling from a bar?
“What the fuck?”
>April effortlessly lets go and twirls to the ground, flapping a pair of wings you didn’t even realize she had.
>”It’s what bat ponies do. So what do you want?”
>She sounds almost indifferent to your presence here.
>Did turning into a bat finally get her to chill out?
“I’ve got food. Coffee and toast.”
>”Sounds appetizing. Just set it down somewhere and get out.”
>You comply, placing the tray on the floor before turning to leave her room.
“So, you’re not gonna try to jump my bones?”
>She laughs.
>”Fuck no, man. I’m still gay as hell. If Chris ever stops crying in the corner, though, send her in here. I’ll try not to go too crazy on her.”
“I doubt it’ll happen. She’s been trying to get in my pants since the changes started.”
>”And you haven’t given into that delicious pony puss? You really are a fag, huh?”
>You snicker and look down at her diminutive form.
“Least I still have hands.”
>”Well, get the fuck out of here before I put them to good use. Go, monkey!”
>You grab a pillow off her bed on your way out and fling it at her, and the startled bat noises that you can hear from inside the room confirm that you hit right on the mark.
>You relish in that little victory as you lightly tap on the door to Dan’s room.
>No response.
“Hey, you awake?”
>A little gurgling this time, almost like someone was blowing bubbles underwater.
>And can you hear the water running?
 
>You fail to notice the towels jammed in the bottom of the door or the water dripping out of the cracks before it’s too late.
>As soon as you swing open the door, you’re greeted with the sight of a massive wall of water reaching almost all the way up to the ceiling.
“Fuck!”
>The torrent of water spills out of the room and down the hallway, carrying you all the way across the house and halfway down the stairs, where you slam into a wall and slump down on the railing, asking yourself what you did that could have possibly justified any of this.
>When the torrent of water finally subsides, you trudge back up the stairs, carpet now squishy, opening every window along the way.
>You don’t give a fuck about getting infected anymore.
>Right now you just don’t want to smell mildew for the next year.
>And while the Southwestern sun begins to dry out the house, you make your way back through the open door into Dan’s room.
>The room looks completely waterlogged, and you sigh in dismay as you throw open the spacious bedroom’s two windows.
“Dan?”
>”In here!”
>You head into the attached bathroom, where it sounded like he was speaking from, and your eyes rest upon the figure of a small, light blue sea creature currently splashing around in the bathtub.
>The faucet is running, and water is pouring over the sides of the tub.
>Giving what you assume is Dan the best disappointed glare you can muster up, you turn off the tap and sigh.
“Dude, what the fuck?”
>”What? I needed someplace to swim! We don’t have a pool and you won’t let us outside.”
>Dan’s voice almost sounds like someone’s speaking by blowing bubbles or gargling milk.
>It’s light, bubbly, and decidedly female.
>Dan looks up at you with dismayingly adorably puppy dog eyes.
>”What else was I supposed to do?”
“Try not flooding the house.”
>”I didn’t know that–”
“It’s fine. Just don’t do it again. I brought food, but I doubt it survived the flood.”
 
>”Oh, don’t worry. A little wet food never hurt anybody! Bring it on in!”
“Alright, I’ll be right back.”
>You step outside and recover the soggy tray, and when you return to the bathroom, the faucet is on again.
>Turning it off once again, you only glare.
“No more water.”
>”But–”
“No buts. Just don’t. I’ll be back to check on you in a little while. Anything else you need?”
>She rests a flipper on her chin and scrunches up her eyebrows.
>”Nope, I– oh, wait! I do need something! Something really, really important!”
“What?”
>”See those eggs over there?”
>You turn around and notice a pile of what look like translucent, squishy marbles sitting in the corner of the room.
>Oh fuck no.
>”I need you to fertilize them for me!”
>You turn back to Dan and she’s sporting a too-chipper grin.
“You want me… to fertilize them?”
>”Yep!”
“How?”
>She giggles.
>Fucking hell, how can a fish be this adorable?
>”Just blow a load on them, Anon! Come on! I’m sure you’ve still got a little left in you after this morning!”
>Does everyone in this fucking house know about you and Mac?!
>You just sigh and turn to walk out the door.
“I’m not doing that, Dan.”
>”Why not?”
>You turn around and make eye contact, and she gives you the best puppy dog eyes you’ve ever seen on a fish pony.
“Because– just, no.”
>Her eyes begin to well up with tears, and she sniffles a little.
“Come on, dude, snap out of it.”
>”Do… Do you not love me?”
 
“Love you? I love you as much as someone can love a housemate that’s trying to get them to jack off on a pile of fish eggs can. Look, I’ve still got to give Sarah her breakfast. After that, we’ll see.”
>Immediately, she brightens up.
>”Oh, thank you thank you thank you! I’m so happy!”
>She grins and starts swimming around in fast circles.
“Later, Dan.”
>”See you around, Anon!”
>You shut the still-damp door and can only sigh.
>Until your mind betrays you with one more pervasive thought.
>How did Dan talk above the water if she’s a fish?
>You bury your head in your hands for a solid minute before you start searching for Sarah’s tray of food.
>This is some fucking stupid shit right here.
>Still you’ve got an obligation to care for these poor dumbasses, so you pick up the tray and knock on Sarah’s door with your free hand.
>”You can come in, but I’m in the bathroom!”
“Okay!”
>Her voice sounds unusual, but you can’t quite pin down how it’s changed.
>Guess you’ll figure it out in a minute.
 
>You slowly open the door, and the first thing you notice is the pile of torn-up clothes and blankets sitting in a pile on the floor.
>Sarah’s room is in an indescribable state of disarray.
>Her mattress is hanging off her bed and papers are scattered all over the room.
>For someone as organized as her, it’s a complete shock.
>What the hell could she have possibly turned into that could fuck with her this much?
>With Sarah nowhere to be found, you cautiously step into her room and place the tray down on her dresser.
>There’s an ever-present smell of arousal that you’re starting to get used to, and although it’s not as powerful and willpower-depleting as Mac’s, it’s starting to make your mind wander a little.
>You notice the bathroom door swinging open and a gruff voice reaches your ears.
>”What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
>You turn around and take in Sarah in all her transformed glory.
>The big, brawny griffon looks like he can barely fit through the doorway, his imposing figure perfectly matching his fierce glare.
>Behind him, his tan-and-white wings instinctively begin to unfurl.
>You’re certain that Sarah’s a he now because he’s not wearing any pants.
“I was just dropping off your food. You told me to come in.”
>”Why would I let a shrimpy little guy like you in my territory?”
>He takes a couple steps forward and crosses his arms.
“I mean, I can leave if you want me to–”
>”Maybe you just don’t understand how this works.”
>He starts inching closer to you again, a predatory grin on his face as he sizes you up.
>”Do you think you can just walk in like you own the place? Because I’ll put you in your place if I have to.”
“I mean, I do hold the deed to the–”
>Wrong answer.
 
>In a flash, he spreads his wings and flies across the room with one big flap of his wings.
>He lands on top of you, pinning your arms to the mattress as he stares into your eyes.
>”I can show you what happens when people try to claim my territory if you want me to.”
>Now that he’s this close to you, the smell of arousal becomes much more powerful.
>You can feel yourself slowly ending your struggle against his grip.
>He grins.
>”Look at you, all helpless. I think it’s adorable. In fact, I might just claim you, too.”
>The griffon licks his beak and you feel something warm and throbbing rub against your leg.
>Oh, fuck no.
“Sarah, I don’t think–”
>”Did I ask you what you thought? You’re the one who came into my territory. Now, let’s see if some griffon cum can get you to start changing.”
>He shifts his weight so you’re no longer pinned down, and he pushes your head towards his crotch.
>”If you want lube, you’d better start sucking.”
>He grabs his red, knotted dick with a talon and lines it up with your mouth.
>Your resistance depleted, you slowly start running your tongue along the tip of his shaft, savoring the intoxicating taste.
>”Better pick up the pace if you want to walk straight tomorrow.”
>With that, you eagerly take the tip in your mouth, and you feel a talon grab the pack of your head and slowly start forcing your head further and further down on his griffon cock.
>Being nowhere near as large as Mac’s, you take it much easier than you’ll ever admit.
>He guides his knot into your mouth and gives you a minute to run your tongue along his throbbing meat before he pulls out of your mouth entirely.
>”Drop ‘em.”
>You nervously undress before you’re completely naked underneath him, your back resting on the soft mattress.
 
>He grinds his dick against your virgin ass and you try to look at anything else in the room besides him.
>When you feel the tip slowly press inside you, you let out an involuntary moan.
>”Sounds like you’re enjoying it.”
>He wastes no time in sliding inch after inch inside you, leaving only the knot.
>Once he starts thrusting, you feel like a puddle on the floor.
>His fast, rough thrusts leave you a moaning, panting mess, and he enjoys every sound that escapes your lips.
>The initial discomfort quickly fades into pure pleasure once he settles into a quick rhythm, only breaking it once you feel him slowly beginning to push the knot inside you.
“Fuck!”
>It feels massive, and the initial pain makes you see stars.
>When you’re finally loose enough to take the rest of it, he bottoms out with a powerful slam, and you feel hot cum fill your insides.
>You feel a few small dribbles of cum cover your belly as you’re brought to your own climax, and you savor every second of the pure pleasure.
>After he rides out his orgasm, he slowly pulls his cum-covered cock out of your ass, and you try to stagger to your feet.
>”Fuck, I needed that. Looks like you did, too.”
>He pats your head, and you feel a wave of pleasure and submission wash over you.
>”We’re going to have a lot of fun together.”
>The next few hours are a bit of a blur.
>You remember Sarah going into the bathroom to clean himself up.
>Once your legs stop shaking and cum stops dripping out of your ass, you try to go for the door, but Sarah comes back just in time.
>”Looks like you don’t quite know what it means when a griffon claims you yet.”
>When you finally staggered out of his room, his plump balls had been drained inside of you multiple times.
>You manage to make it downstairs to your room, where you take a long, hot shower filled with regret.
 
>Once you get out of the shower, you hesitantly check the time.
>Somehow, it’s already getting close to the early afternoon.
>Guess you spent more time with Sarah than you thought.
>And by now, your housemates probably want something more to eat, too.
>Toast again probably wouldn’t go over well, but you’re pretty sure a simple salad would agree with all their new diets.
>You exit your bedroom and throw open the door to the fridge, only to find that you’re out of pretty much everything.
>Fuck, you were planning on going shopping today, weren’t you?
>Lucky for you, the grocery store down the street delivers, and it looks like they’re open.
>One quick mobile order later, and a few bags of leafy greens are coming your way.
>You sit in the living room and check the news on your phone before you hear the doorbell ring.
>You throw open the door, and instead of a normal human being on the other side of the door, there’s a bulky, russet-furred minotaur.
>He looks back at you with the same startled expression that you’re probably wearing right now.
>”I, uh, thought there was gonna be a pony here, with all this, um, lettuce you ordered.”
“N-No, it’s fine, these are for my friends, and they’re sick too. Is the store really making you come into work today?”
>He rubs the back of his head.
>”I needed the cash and, apparently, the store wouldn’t be liable if I got anyone sick.”
“Huh. Imagine that. Have a nice day, and here’s hoping you get better.”
>”Uh, thanks.”
>You pick up the plastic bags and start to close the door before stopping in your tracks.
”Hey, do you need a tip or something?”
>He nods.
>”Yeah, sure– uh, thank you.”
“No problem. Just let me look for some cash.”
>You dig through your pockets and find nothing.
>The table by the door doesn’t have any stray dollar bills on it either.
>You pop your head back outside with a sheepish look on your face.
“Shit, man, I don’t think I have any cash on me. Sorry.”
 
>The minotaur rubs the back of his neck again, and his nostrils flare.
>”You smell really good, you know.”
>As if you’re in some cheesy porno, your eyes are slowly drawn to his quickly-tightening jeans.
>You can feel your head start to cloud over as his masculine musk reaches your nose.
>”I can, uh, think of another way you could pay me back. You’d probably, uh, get sick though.”
>Instead of shutting the door, you find yourself slowly getting to your knees.
“That’s fine. I’ve done a lot more than just this today.”
>He reaches a furry hand down to unzip his jeans as you get to eye level with his cock.
>You don’t see anything wrong with sucking him off out in the open.
>It looks like he doesn’t either, considering how he’s resting a hand against the wall, his eager eyes waiting for you to service his growing shaft.
>It’s rich, chocolate-colored length is even bigger than Mac’s mottled cock.
>You give the head a few ginger licks, and he lets out a long sigh.
>”Fuck, I’ve needed this for a while.”
>Without any reservations, you take the head of his dick in your mouth and begin to softly suck.
>It tastes so good…
>You slowly slide your head down his shaft to fit more and more of him into your mouth.
>Your eyes glaze over and you barely notice as the tip enters your throat.
>”You’re pretty damn good at this.”
>He slides almost effortlessly down your throat, and you only stop and pull back your head to take another deep breath.
>Then you go back to deepthroating his cock, his medial ring slipping past your lips with ease.
>The only thing that chips through the haze is the feeling of your nose bumping against his furry belly.
>Did you take it all already?
 
>A hand instinctively moves upward to cup at his balls, and you start bobbing your head up and down as your tongue runs along his shaft.
>He starts to make shallow thrusts each time he bottoms out, and your second hand joins your first in rubbing at his smooth, plump balls.
>”Fuck, I’m getting close!”
>His thrusts start to pick up in speed as he prepares to dump a hot load of cum down your eager throat.
>Your hazy mind can’t wait to taste it.
>You feel the head of his cock flare up in your throat, and your eyes flutter shut as you feel him place a hand on the back of your head and bury himself in your throat.
>Rope after rope of hot cum shoots right into your stomach, and your vision turns white with pleasure.
>Your boxers grow wet as your own cock fires off a few watery ropes of cum.
>He pulls back until his flared head is all the way back to your open lips, and you feel another orgasm building as his cum floods your taste buds with even more pleasure.
>You swallow every drop of his seed, and each gulp rewards you with another electric jolt of pleasure through your body.
>When he pulls his length out of your mouth, you let out an involuntary whine, but you’re back to panting in pleasure as he starts to pump his free hand up and down his shaft.
>The feeling of the first spurt of cum land on your face and in your open mouth is enough to send you over the edge again, a small, damp puddle of cum pooling in your jeans.
>He coats your face with a few more loads before his hand leaves his softening cock.
>You’re both sweaty, panting messes, and it takes a good minute before you can get to your feet.
>”That was really, really good. I’ll be working until 9 tonight, just call the store if you need another delivery.”
>His voice pierces through the fog, and you manage a weak nod before slowly getting to your feet.
 
>You grab the neglected bags and bring them inside, setting them down before heading into your bedroom to take yet another shower.
>Not that you really mind the hassle that much.
>As soon as you finish your shower, you quickly empty a bag of greens into five bowls.
>You take them upstairs, delivering the food to all your housemates.
>Surprisingly, neither Sarah nor Mac tried to jump your bones when you opened the door, saving you another shower.
>April is still April, caring more about being woken up than anything else.
>After having to drop pieces of lettuce into Dan’s bathtub, you make it to Chris’s room.
>She’s asleep, too, and you gently set the bowl down on her desk.
>But, even though you were trying your best to be quiet, Chris starts to stir.
>”Anon? Is that you?”
“Yeah. I was trying not to wake you up.”
>”I don’t mind.”
“Are you hungry?”
>”Not really. I just want to cuddle. It’s just so lonely in here, you know?”
>She rolls over on her side and gives you the saddest look you’ve ever seen.
“Do you want me to cuddle with you?”
>Chris leaps up on her haunches and beams.
>”Really? Yes, please!”
>You wordlessly hop up on the bed and lie down on your side, and your housemate curls up into a ball, resting her head on your chest.
>At least all these fucking pheromones haven’t made you completely hate being the big spoon.
>You run a hand along her back and your breath catches in your throat.
“Damn, you’re soft.”
>”Please keep petting me like that. It feels so good.”
>You happily oblige, one hand scratching behind her ears as the other traces circles along the fur of her back.
>Despite your best intentions, you feel yourself slowly drifting off to sleep.
>What harm could a few minutes of rest possibly do to you?
 
>You don’t know how long you slept for, but you slowly wake up to the sweetest, most delicious smell you can imagine.
>The bolt of pleasure shooting down your spine wakes you up for good.
>You open your eyes and the first thing you notice is the lime-furred ass currently planted on your chest, tail flicked out of the way.
>Chris’s needy sex is just inches away, leaking like a faucet right onto your shirt.
>She doesn’t even notice you’re awake, too preoccupied with sucking your dick to care.
“What the hell?”
>Chris freezes, her head slowly and sheepishly rising up to look back at you.
>You should be even a little bit disgusted that your male-friend-turned-female-horse
“N-No, keep going.”
>Her eyes light up and her head shoots right back to your twitching cock.
>Fuck, that feels so good.
>Her tail starts to swish as she gently bobs up and down on your length, eagerly swirling her head around the tip.
>You feel yourself starting to relax, and you lean your head back and sigh.
>But then that smell hits your nose again.
>It’s almost irresistible, and you feel yourself quickly sitting up.
>Hesitantly, you run a finger along the edge of her puffy lower lips, and you hear her breath catch in your throat.
>You slip two fingers inside, and she lets out a small moan.
>Her walls are so tight and warm, coaxing your fingers deeper and deeper still until they bottom out.
>You slowly pull them out and, almost without thinking, bring them to your tongue.
>She tastes just as sweet as she smells, and you can’t help but lean closer and closer to her snatch.
>You stick out your tongue and slowly lap at her folds, and she gives you an excited squeal as she bobs her head up and down.
>It’s so blissfully good that you can’t help but dive your tongue inside her, lapping and licking every inch of her walls.
 
>You try to seek out her most sensitive spots, and she starts sucking even faster, grinding her pussy against your face and moaning with each bob of her head.
>You can feel yourself getting close, and you’re sure that she isn’t far behind you.
>With a muffled cry, you feel her walls clench down on your tongue, her juices squirting into your mouth.
>Your eyes roll back in your head as you feel your own climax reach its peak, your seed shooting into Chris’s mouth.
>It feels like an eternity before your orgasms die down, and you both pull away from each other before flopping down on the bed.
>”Fuck, I needed that.”
>Chris returns to her position as the little spoon, and you lie there together wordlessly.
>Until you hear what sounds like scratching coming from another room.
>”What the hell is that sound?”
“I’ll go see what it is.”
>You go out into the hallway and quickly trace the source of the noise to Sarah’s room.
>When you open the door, you stop in your tracks.
>Scratch marks line every wall and piece of furniture, with a few on the ceiling for good measure.
>His window is wide open, the screen clawed to shreds.
“Shit!”
>You stick your head out the window and watch as a tawny blob in the sky slowly grows smaller and smaller.
“Sarah!”
 
>You race downstairs to the shoebox that you hid the household’s car keys in, ripping off the duct tape in the process.
>You’re about to grab the keys to your beat-up piece of shit, but you quickly realize that you’re going to need much more power to track Sarah down in his current state.
>Mac’s pickup truck has more than enough room to corral an angry griffon, but Dan’s ricer is much faster off the line.
>Decisions, decisions.
>You grab the keys to Dan’s car and rush to the garage.
>Sarah looked like he went south, so you frantically speed in that direction.
>The city is mostly empty, save for the occasional transformee or the cop with much more to worry about than some idiot speeding around in a Japanese econobox.
>And, soon enough, the quaint suburban neighborhoods change to the seedy underbelly of the valley.
>Trailer parks line both sides of the road, with the occasional empty lot or taco stand to spice things up a little.
>Sure, you’re aware that it’ll be impossible to go through every single side street down here, and you don’t really want to.
>But you’re not gonna let some Mexican or doomsday prepper shoot an innocent, if unnaturally horny, griffon.
>Turns out that luck is on your side today, because Sarah’s large, imposing frame comes into view as soon as you round one of many corners.
>He’s balls-deep in another griffon, fucking the gray-feathered catbird hard under the canopy of a boarded-up gas station.
>Your breath catches in your throat and you try to think of a plan of attack.
>How the hell are you going to get him distracted from his current prize and safely into Dan’s car?
 
>Getting in between them probably wouldn’t end well for you, but you can’t just stand off to the side, wave your arms, and hope he notices you.
>His dopey grin and his rhythmic thrusts make it clear that his mind is elsewhere.
>With a sigh, you pull into the gas station, turn off the car, and, after a moment to steady your breathing, get out of the car.
>As soon as you open the door, you’re assaulted by the sounds and smells of rough, passionate sex.
>You steady your quickly weakening knees and start to walk over to them.
“Hey! Sarah!”
>He doesn’t respond.
>Hell, you don’t think he even notices you’re there.
>You pick up the pace, the smell of sex growing stronger as you draw closer and closer to the pair.
“Hey! Sarah? We’ve got to get you back home!”
>Still nothing.
“Sarah!”
>Now close enough to touch him, you put a hand on his shoulder and try to pull him away from the griffon pinned underneath him.
>In a flash, Sarah whips his head around.
>You tense up, expecting some sort of struggle, but he just gives you a hungry grin.
>”Can’t you see I’m busy right now? This griffon really thought he could jump me and leave without a scratch on him. Now I’m claiming him just like I claimed you.”
>You keep your grip firm on his shoulder.
>You can’t let yourself get intimidated by him or else he’s never coming home.
“Sarah, you need to come back with me. Let him go.”
>He laughs.
“Look at him. He loves it.”
>You raise an eyebrow and look over to the gray-and-white griffon that Sarah has bent over, and you get a series of soft, lusty moans and squawks as confirmation.
 
>Sarah starts thrusting again.
>Time to negotiate.
“If you come back with me, you can have me for the rest of the weekend.”
>That gets him to stop again.
“I’ll do anything you want me to, and you can use me as much as you like. Scout’s honor.”
>He snorts and turns back to the griffon.
>“I’ll use you as much as I like anyways.”
>Alright, that didn’t work, and you’re starting to get pissed.
>Like an upset child, you latch onto Sarah’s free wrist with both hands and start pulling him towards you.
>The motion throws off his balance and he stumbles back, his throbbing red cock popping out of his prize’s ass.
>Almost immediately, he spins you around and knocks you over, sending you lying on your back on the ground.
>He plants all four limbs around you, effectively trapping you underneath him.
>When he sees the expression of shock on your face, he gives you another hungry grin.
>”What to do with you now, Anon?”
>He raises a talon and, in one swift motion, tears your jeans clear off.
>You tense up, expecting to end up disemboweled, but he never breaks the skin.
>Instead, you’re left naked from the waist down and even more vulnerable.
>”Adam? Get over here. Let’s teach this bitch a lesson.”
>You hear the other griffon, presumably named Adam, stand up on weak legs and make his way over to you.
>Sarah picks you up with one talon and flips you around, and you feel his thankfully still-lubed tip prod at your asshole.
>”On all fours. I’ll show you who’s boss.”
>You hesitantly get on your hands and knees, and Sarah pushes his length into you as soon as you do, stopping just short of the knot.
>In one fluid motion, he starts thrusting in and out of you, and you let out a moan as the pleasure radiates throughout your body.
>”Adam? Plug up that mouth of his.”
 
>You barely register the griffon move in front of you until you feel his hot, throbbing cock meet your lips.
>Without thinking, you open your mouth and let his meat slide in.
>He slowly explores your mouth, filling your mouth with as much as he can before he starts thrusting.
>The feeling of being fucked on both ends makes your eyes roll back in your head.
>It feels so good to submit.
>They keep pumping in and out of you, quickly finding their respective rhythms and letting out soft huffs and squawks while you moan into the cock filling your mouth.
>Lust makes you all but numb to anything but pure pleasure as you feel both their knots slip into you at the same time, and you let out a cry when they both reach their climaxes.
>They fill you up from either end, pumping a torrent hot cum into your ass and your mouth.
>You let out a cry as you reach your own climax, thin, watery cum dripping out of your dick.
>The three of you lay there before Adam slowly slips out of your mouth and dashes off.
>Lucky for you, Sarah doesn’t notice.
>He pulls his cock out of your ass and grinds against your rear, coaxing out the last few drops of his seed before standing up.
>He doesn’t protest a bit as you guide him into the car and make the drive back home.
>You slam his window shut and draw the blinds when you get him back to his room, and he plops down onto his makeshift nest.
>When you leave his room, you take a minute to rest before making the dangerous and exhausting trip back downstairs.
>Throughout the whole day, the ever-present feelings of pleasure and submission have been constantly growing, each orgasm bringing them closer to the center of your mind.
>And you don’t know why you’re holding out for so long without a single transformed appendage, even with how much, er, time you’ve spent with your housemates today, but it sure isn’t good.
 
>You let out a sigh and slowly trudge down the hallway, more than ready to get serving dinner out of the way so you can go the fuck to sleep.
>But the smell wafting out of one door, only slightly ajar, makes you stop in your tracks.
>As if on cue, a dominant, masculine voice comes echoing out.
>”Oh, Anon? Your stallion’s calling~”
>Your breath catches in your throat.
“Mac? Is that you?”
>You slowly push the door open, and Mac’s overpowering musk fills all of your senses.
>Almost instinctively, you feel yourself getting down on all fours as you approach the stallion laying on the bed.
>”Come here, my little colt~”
>You open your mouth to protest, the words only barely piercing through the intense fog.
“Mac… I’m not a…”
>”Yes you are. You’re my pretty little colt, aren’t you?”
>Attempting to break free, you shake your head in protest.
>”Yes you are. You smell just like a horny little pony dying to be fucked.”
>The haze keeps growing in its intensity, and you keep shuffling forward until you bump against one of his hind legs, dangling off the side of the bed.
>”Look what I got for you.”
>You look up and your eyes focus on the dog collar that Mac is dangling on the edge of a hoof.
>”Do you want it?”
>You numbly nod your head, and he wordlessly slips it around your neck.
>The feeling of the collar on your neck sends you over the edge, a small, weak dribble of cum spurting out of your dick.
 
>”That’s a good colt. Now, let’s see how much you can take before you finally start changing.”
>You weakly nod your head, and Mac softly pats your head with a hoof.
>”You’re such a good pet.”
>The rest of the night is a blur.
>You lose track of how many times Mac empties his balls inside you, each load of hot cum only intensifying the blissful feeling of submission.
>And when he’s done with you, he wastes no time in clipping a leash to your collar and parading you around the house, making sure you stop by the other rooms.
>Sarah wastes no time in taking you until he fills you up with his seed, with Mac mounting you again once he regains his stamina.
>Although most of your time is spent with them, you do give Chris and April a turn, too, both all too eager to ride your face and let your tongue bring them to climax after sweet climax.
>April, after a day of seclusion, was by far the most pent-up.
>And, after she was done laughing at how quickly Mac had made you his, she took full advantage of your eagerness to please.
>Hell, the only one that turns you down is Dan, apparently content with swimming in circles instead.
>Once they’re all done with you, Mac leads you back into his room and releases a few more loads inside you.
>But, despite all this, you still don’t fucking change!
>By the end of the night, it’s almost unbearable.
>You can’t wait to be Mac’s little pony.
>You need it so badly.
>Finally, after hours of use, Mac unclips the collar from around your neck and sighs in defeat.
>”If that didn’t take a dent out of your humanity, nothing well. Get some rest and come right back here in the morning.”
>You slowly nod before standing up on two shaky legs and stumbling downstairs to your bedroom.
 
>The further you get from Mac’s room, the clearer your mind grows.
>But clear, in this case, is still pretty hazy.
>You waste no time in slipping under the covers, and the second-to-last-thought you have that night is about how eager you are to go back to Mac’s room and beg him to put the collar back on.
>The last thought you have before you pass out is a brief flash of surprise when you roll over in bed and find the beginnings of a jet black hoof where your left hand should be.
 
 
>One by one, your housemates all slowly wake up late in the morning.
>They’re all fully human, and each one reacts a little differently to the state of their rooms.
>April, Chris, and Mac don’t have much to worry about other than a couple sticky surfaces, but Sarah’s mangled, scratched furniture and Dan’s waterlogged accommodations come as a shock.
>All of them, barely able to remember anything that happened the day before, stumble downstairs to make some coffee at around the same time.
>For a while, they sit quietly while a fresh pot brews, but Chris breaks the silence.
>”So, does anyone know what the hell happened yesterday?”
>Mac was the first to speak up, and the others soon respond as well.
>”No idea.”
>”I can’t remember a thing, but my room is completely fucking trashed.”
>”All I can remember is swimming. A lot of swimming.”
>”I just remember everything being upside-down for hours.”
>As coffee is consumed as fast as it can be brewed, what little details of the previous day that can be remembered are brought up and mulled over.
>And everyone quickly realizes that they all need to do one very important thing to put the day behind them.
>”You know, we should probably apologize to Anon.”
>April lets out a laugh.
>”Yeah, I can’t help but feel bad for him. Even though it’s mostly your fault.”
 
>Sarah quickly jumps up and guides her housemates over to Anon’s closed door.
>”Well, come on then!”
>She cracks open the door and peers into the dark room.
>A quick search for the light switch yields nothing but a hand coated in a thick, green slime.
>”What the hell?”
>She ventures further into the room, the others following suit, and, with a sickly green glow, the door slams shut behind them.
>”Okay, what the fuck is going on?”
>You laugh from your spot in the corner, trotting out into full view of them and lighting up the room in a dim green light.
“Sweet Jesus, you should see the looks on your faces! It’s priceless!”
>Chris is the first to speak up.
>”Anon, you’re a…”
“A changeling? Damn right! But this ain’t no ordinary bug booty right here.”
>You flash a toothy grin at Sarah, who looks about an inch away from fainting.
“I’m sure you all heard the stories about the changeling hive in Colorado, right?”
>They do nothing but nod, and you start to pace around the room.
“Can you guess who was behind it by now?”
>”You?”
>You laugh.
“No shit! And, lemme tell you what, it was the time of my life. So, before I changed back, I vowed to make the next year even better than this one.”
>Your horn glows again, and more of that oh-so-useful green goo helps keep their feet firmly in place.
“And you all fell for it, too. All that submission and sex got you hook, line, and sinker until you could barely control yourselves. Pure poetry.”
 
>”What the hell are you planning on doing with us then?”
>”Anon, let’s be rational here. The epidemic is almost over. How big could you possibly grow your… hive, or whatever, before it fizzles out?”
>The latter remark comes from Mac, and the former comes from Dan.
>Both of their mouths are quickly coated in goo, sealing them shut.
“There. Now you’ll finally shut up. And to answer your question, Dan, what’s a queen without some underlings?”
>You hop up on the bed and lay down on your back, spreading your hind legs and giving all five of your housemates a good look at your new goods.
“You all loved being so dominant yesterday, so it’s time for me return the favor. A little bit of changeling venom and you’ll all be begging for a taste of your queen.”
>Through means that are almost too disgusting too mention, you cough up enough goo to pin them all to the bedroom wall.
>The pheromones that you’ve been releasing since they got into the room ensure that they don’t put up much of a fight.
>By the time they’re all encased up to their necks, you can feel the fog of submission radiating off them.
“You’ll all have such a fun time serving your queen. Now let’s get this transformation started. After all, what good are human drones?”
 
>One by one, the goo covers their heads, and you see the telltale signs start to manifest.
>Their skin flakes off, replaced by bit by bit of hardened chitin, and their bones reform to fit a more bestial stance.
>You look away once the holes start appearing, preferring instead to plan out just what you want them to do first.
>Who should be the nurses, who should carry your brood, who should go out and expand the hive…
>Decisions, decisions.
>The transformations take their time to finish, and, one by one, the new drones break out of their pods and make their way over to you, drawn to their queen’s scent.
>Mac takes his place between your legs and starts tenderly lapping at your new folds, while April starts getting Chris nice and ready to carry your eggs with a little foreplay.
>You feel your first female orgasm quickly building inside of you, and Mac starts working harder and faster, eager to bring you to your peak.
>When you do climax with a lustful cry, she doesn’t stop, drawing out a second and a third orgasm before you send her off to carry some of your eggs with Chris.
>Power swells through you as you send the remaining two drones off to pick off any transformed stragglers that they see out and about.
>And you?
>You’re content to watch it all unfold.
>It feels good to be the queen.