Pillow 34 - No need for a Secret Santa

(Woman into horse - TG)*

“I got you a gift!”

The Little Petite Chateau, a popular midtown restaurant, was having a busy night as usual during the Christmas holidays. Full tables, busy waitresses, and french shouting from the kitchen, with everything being enhanced by the shiny festive decorations.

Right in the middle of the dining area Rachele Mint and Pepper Salsbury sat at a small round table.

Both of them looked gorgeous.

Pepper’s claim of a gift made Rachele lift her attention away from the bowl of salad she was enthusiastically eating, her mouth filled with vegetables. Rachele was a young black woman, fit and flat-chested, round faced, her blond dyed dreadlocked hair tied up into a tall top knot. Fancy earrings hung from her ears, a piercing through one of her nostrils, she was wearing high heels and a short skirted platinum dress.

She swallowed.

“A gift?” she asked, curious, then frowned. “What sort of gift?” She knew Pepper well enough to also be cautious.

Pepper smirked and leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms under her ample breasts. She was as well dressed as Rachele, after all it was Christmas and the pair of old friends were celebrating having finished the year before their penultimate college year. Pepper wore a yellow dress with long skirt and wide bust, with matching platform heels, she was an asian woman with short brown hair.

“Enjoy those veggies, my good buddy, because soon neither you nor I are going to have to worry about student debt ever again!”

The two of them had known each other since kindergarten, having grown up in the same neighbourhood. Rachele had been dealing with Pepper’s sass, snark and shenanigans for her entire life, she was quite used to them, even after those shenanigans had become kinky as they became adults their friendship had lasted because even if it perhaps wasn’t entirely pure, it was true and strong.

Rachele rolled her eyes and sighed.

“I told you, Pep, we aren’t starting an Onlyfans and if you're still going on with that just start it on your own, geez!”

Pepper giggled, she lifted a finger and wagged it.

“Wrong guess!  it’s even better than that!” she said confidently. “I found your secret, you naughty, naughty Rachele, I know it now! I know that you desire nothing more than to be transformed into a large hunky breeding stallion!”

Pepper’s proclamation was said rather nonchalantly and loudly given its relative magnitude, but no client or waiter around them seemed to care at all. On the other hand Rachele instantly dropped her fork, her eyelids open wide and heat claimed her cheeks while at the same time she grew pale.

“Wha-wha? That what…!” she shook her head, looking around with the nervous shame of someone being caught doing something lewd. “Nono! No, that’s no true, you must have something wrong with your brain or something!”

Her friend burst into laughter, which made Rachele squeeze the tablecloth.

“Don’t panic, it’s fine!” a jovial Pepper said, trying to calm her down. “I’m not judging your kinks, I think it’s rather awesome… It just kinda sucks that you have always been so judgy of my kinks while being such a naughty, naughty stud in the closet!”

Rachele seemed about to cry.

“Pepper, I swear,” she begged. “I-I don’t want to get TF… Transformed, I don’t want to transform into a freaking horse.”

Pepper dropped the anvil.

“You left your Garls account open on my laptop.”

“...”

“Sire Champ_The_Gentle_Marefucker!” giggled Pepper. “Sorry, sorry, it's amusing, but I’m not making fun of you, promise! You put a lot of dedication into it, have quite the following in that TFcommunity thing! In retrospect, knowing you it kinda makes a lot of sense that you are a stallion at heart! I love your stories, so vivid, so lived in, so lengthy and detailed! I especially enjoyed that self-inserted one that was clearly both of us. The one about the road trip? We crash into a meadow and get… What was the slang? TFed for life? You turn into a stallion and I get the honour of being your first mare and then we remain happy carefree horses! I admit you may have given me a few new kinks!”

“...I wanna die…”

“No! You want to transform and that’s cool and lucky for you it’s about to happen! Long story short, I sorta stumbled into a witchery store after finding out about your fetish and, after I proved to them you are more than willing to neigh, they offered me a fantastic deal and accepted you on their ranch. In summary: Magic stallions you up, you join their breeding stables and we pay our student debt thanks to your gallons of excellent premium horse cum!”

Rachele was left stiff like a statue.

“What are you… about?” she asked slowly. “That… not…”

With a swift hand gesture Pepper pulled a piece of paper from between her tits and offered it to her sceptical companion. Rachele doubted herself for a moment before slowly taking the paper and slowly reading it.

It was a registration form for a stallion that was about to join the Colpot’s ranch, a stallion that happened to be her. She knew the stallion was her because there was a big picture of her at the top of the document, a picture of the lazy sunny day when they went bathing in the river. In the picture she was smiling and waving at the camera, topless and wearing sunglasses while sitting on a flat rock near the shore.

The info in the document was exact, extended and full of unnecessary humiliating detail, with the caveat that every reference to her human life was accompanied with a (former) remark.

(former) tech student.

(former) residence.

(former) woman.

The information about her future horse-self dilated her pupils… and stretched them horizontally. The name of the breeding beast was, of course, Sire Champ, deliberately written above her name and surname in bold pinkish letters. It seemed that she… or he, was a rather large, dark furred draft horse, there were many exact measurements of the stallion… including phallus length and ballsack weight…

Those details made Rachele gulp as her shaved vagina winked and moistened.

“We’re only missing the seal from the veterinarian, but we’ll get that tonight after you are standing on four hooves,” clarified Pepper. “I’ll glue a pic of your horse dong on top of your photo, I know you love that kind of detail!”

Rachele lowered the paper and looked at her smiling friend. The young black woman was now blushing fiercely, the paleness of her panic underneath, but feeling oddly uncomfortable in her own skin in a mix of shame and horniness.

She cleared her throat.

“This is… uh… fun,” Rachele had some trouble finding the words, her brain and heart were beating in a rush. “But,” she chuckled nervously. “You… You know…!”

Pepper raised both hands, shaking her head.

“You don’t have to worry about anything, just delight yourself in the moment, the ride, getting ridden and riding those mares!”

“Pep… I…”

“Champ,” Pepper calmly explained, crossing her arms on the table. “Don’t worry,” she repeated. “It’s already done,” her impish smirk sharpened. “Touch your ears.”

The registration paper dropped on the table, near to the salad plate.

Very very slowly, holding her breath, Rachele moved her hand towards the side of her head. The first attempt at touching made her fingers pull back, the second was more successful. She grabbed, rubbed and pressed, her ears were changing and she could feel it with her fingertips. On the edge of the meaty auditory appendage the curve was slowly being stretched into a more acute shape, the change was very visible thanks to her hair being tied up in a top knot. The sensation of rubbing her own transforming flesh was equally natural and disturbing.

Her lips trembled.

“I… I… IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!” It wasn't a neigh, just a human cry of surprise when, beneath the table, Pepper put her bare foot inside her skirt and pressed her already hot pussy with her toes. “Pep, the heck you doing…!”

“Don’t be greedy, I want to have fun too ! How it feels…!”

Rachele made a series of silly facial expressions, snorted, widening her nostrils, as Pepper's big toe slid up and down her vulva, massaging the wet throbbing sex under the underwear. In a reflex action Rachele closed her legs, trapping the foot between her thighs, but that didn’t stop Pepper’s massage.

“Geeeghhhhhhhh!”

Her vision blurred with tears of pleasure, Rachele grabbed the edges of the table, clenched her lips, her neck grew stiff and veiny. Between her legs her vagina opened and a pair of big meaty balls in a sack came from inside, heavy and full they ended up resting on top of the seat of the chair, a proud scrotum separated in half by her panties.

Another pleasant twitching made Rachele cock her head and her horse ears flicker.

The next step was the mutation of her womanly sex, above her ballsack each lip of her cunt began to meet with its counterpart, totally sealing the sex hole’s gap from bottom to top. Above that her clitoris shook violently and pushed forward. In contrast with the other changes so far, the phallus formed with a continuous series of abrupt thrusts, inflating wider, becoming tubular, with a large circular head, it pushed Pepper’s foot far away from that crotch. Rachele felt the pulling of her growing horse cock in her panties, the fabric of her underwear dragged along with the building erection towards its limit, rolled up between her buttocks.

“So BIG…! So guuuuuuuud…! But I… I can’t…!” she stopped for a loud grunt. “Pep, I can’t t-t-t-transform!” her words were a shivering whisper, worry visible in her horse pupils. “I can’t transform into a stallion…! What about my boyfriend? What about my parents? I… I just… at-at least not here in front of strangers…!”

Pepper shrugged.

“You can, you will and you are! Who cares about anything else? Everyone will know that Rachele Mint is a damn male horse and you're gonna enjoy every second of it because you’re also a little perv that gets turned on by those sorts of things!”

Pepper put her feet against the phallus and rubbed it, Rachele’s eyes went blank and she stiffly leaned back against her seat. The penis grew, grew in all the possible senses, longer, thicker, rounder. The ballsack was also about to reach equine size.

“Peeeeep!” the changing woman cried.

The cock thrust upwards, the whole table shook as its heavy tip hit it forcefully.

Another fondling with those toes, Rachele's neck grew rigid, she clenched her teeth.

Two more thrusts, two more shakes and the panties snapped and dropped to the floor.

The stallion’s penis was fully formed.

Gasping hard Rachele put a hand on the table above where she knew for a fact that she was touching the wood with her dick.

It was there.

It was real.

It was hers.

“It is what you want, so what are you waiting for?” Pepper encouraged.

Rachele snorted, very slowly she moved herself to sit sideways, like a magician’s trick the enormous and now fully erect horse penis slid out of the tablecloth. The skirt of her dress was rolled up, her crotch was completely exposed, her new sex so big it almost reached her chest.

“This is a Champ’s cock…” she babbled.

Deep black fur was covering Rachele’s ears, the rest of her body gradually growing in mass and muscle.

“What the hell! That woman has a horse cock!” screamed a waiter, dropping the plates they were carrying.

The commotion attracted the attention of almost everybody in the dining room of the Little Petite Chateau, dozens of eyes fixed on that pulsating penis and the woman it belonged to.

For once Rachele didn’t care about the unwanted attention.

She was beyond shame.

She had a horse dick.

Her fingers recoiled, scared, at the first attempt at touching the phallus, at the realisation that the flesh was indeed real and indeed hers. The second attempt managed to grip that cock.

So large she couldn’t even fully close her fist around it.

“Iiiiiih! IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIH! NEEEEEEEEEEEIGH”

With tears of joy she began to pump that precious thing, soon using both hands for the task. As she masturbated her gigantic cock the speed of the other changes increased. Her bulk, which had already grown quite a bit, expanded in an unstoppable outburst pushing Rachele’s shape into that of a bodybuilder. Her flattening breasts, even if she never had much of them to begin with, showed up on top of the bodice of her dress as the bodice was ripped by the barreling of her ribcage. Her head reshapes into the equine, the forming of the muzzle stretching her skull, the elongation of her neck.

The black fur spreads everywhere, from her nose, to her limbs, to the swelling belly.

Around her wrist and ankles pure white hair sprouted and quickly became longer, her feet erupted out of her heels.

Her ass, as exposed as her crotch and squaring up, swelled and became stuck in the opening that had her chair behind it, there the stump of a tail formed at the end of her spine, her buttocks spread and her darkened anus was revealed.

Rachele didn’t care about anything other than the pumping of her penis.

Didn’t care about the surrounding screams of outrage.

Nor the whispers of curiosity.

She had a cock.

She was big.

She was… stallion…

Until two gentle hands landed on her widening shoulders and massaged them, Pepper’s hands.

Rachele tried to look back at her friend, there were so many things she wanted to say, but her thoughts were devoted to a singular worship.

“Peeeeeeeepep! Ish so large, gnnnnnnnh! Gonna blast!”

“Shhh, you’re doing great, Champ,” Pepper chuckled.

Pepper put a finger on that over swollen neck and zigzagged down a trail following a line of black hairs that would soon be a mane.

A dulled horny brain.

“Pep…! PEP! Iiiiiiiiiiih wiiiiill not… snort… Meee lieeeeeeeh! Will nuuuut be geeeentleeeeh wiiiiiit theeee maresh! WIIIIIIII! FOOOOOOOOCK! NEEEEEIGH!”

Champ blasted a load of cum onto the floor, but his cock remained firmly erect.

The legs of his chairs couldn’t hold his weight any longer, they all cracked at once and the stallion slammed the floor with his ass. Neighing loud lustful horse gibberish.

There was nothing human in the long face, nothing womanly in the equine body.

Fingers and toes snapped and convulsed, inflating into sturdy hooves.

Pepper tapped Champ’s big back.

“Mares will love you the same, stand proudly  on all  fours, Sire Champ!” she whispered into the horse’s ears.

The stallion does so, taller on four hooves than he ever was on the two broken heels he leaves behind. His tail swings, becoming covered by long black hairs, blond dreadlocks fall off as the mane extends over his long neck. The neck, bent low and tense, the stallion closes his eyes. There’s catharsis, but also frustration, because as the last wave of bone snaps and muscles twitch, as the black fur coats everything, he no longer has fingers to masturbate while his dick remains hard.

But a helping hand was always the grace of his life.

Pepper lifts his tail and grabs one of his balls.

The stallion opens his eyes.

The hand squeezes.

“EEEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIGHHHHHH!”

The last push he needed to discharge the rest of his seed.

Sire Champ raises majestically onto his hindlegs, shaking the front ones in the air, his penis splashing white, any remaining trace of cloth ripped from his body. Even the detractors witnessing the ordeal are silenced when they gaze at such a spectacular sight.

Champs lands back down on all fours, he stomps dominantly. A giggle behind him, he slaps Pepper with his tail, making the woman laugh even harder.

“Look at yourself…!” whispers Pepper amazed.

She rubs the horse’s ass and, barefooted, slowly walks around the beast in complete wonder, petting and fondling the warm skin.

A giant dark draft stallion with white shaggy fur covering his hooves.

An impressive male specimen.

Down his belly his leaking cock, the sperm of which was landing on top of the rags of the platinum dress, goes placidly flaccid, compressing inside the shaft.

Pepper reaches the large head of the beast, the stallion grunts and pants. A few blond dreadlocks on his forehead, the fancy earrings in those pointy ears, the piercing in the nostril. The woman scratches the hairy chin of the stallion and the stallion is pleased like a dog.

“Happy Christmas, my good buddy!” mumbles a smiling Pepper before landing a kiss on the horse’s cheek. When she pulls away she notices the dozens and dozens of people in the dining room, all staring at her and the stallion with mute shock. “Uhhh… the check, please?”