(Woman to Mare, merge to Hippogriff)
(Woman to Stag)
(Man to Lioness)
(Man to Tiger)
(Woman to Eagle, merge to Hippogriff)

Five friends grouped around one another in a small circle, eager smiles on all of their faces. They were a group of students from all over the country who’d come together in Indiana Transformation Technical, a prep school for magicians, and all of them were looking forward to this, their chance to show off their skills.

Kellie was the leader of the group, and thus was the first one to reach their little magical circle, turning to her friends with a smile. “So, who’s ready for a fun summer break?” She asked confidently, not knowing how the slight wind was leaving her hair to cascade behind her dramatically.

Pamela, her roommate and best friend, scoffed at the sight of her friend unknowingly looking so gallant. The girl had obviously been blessed at birth to be a born leader. “Yeah, I’m down.” She chuckled faintly, grilling at the brunette. Then she turned to her boyfriend with a small smile. “How about you?”

Kurt nodded, a smile flitting across his face. “Of course.” As ever, his voice was thickly accented, a gift from his upbringing in Europe that he’d never been able to get over. Not that he minded, it was actually a mark of pride. And, in all honesty, it was probably responsible for why he was together with Pamela—it had definitely gotten her to meet him in the first place.

The trio of close friends looked to their other two companions with eager grins, waiting for their answers. The twins were late-year transfer students, and though they’d only arrived a month ago, Wendy and Peter were already fast friends with the rest of their friends.

“You know we are!” Peter laughed, speaking for his shy sister. He grinned and winked at Kellie, privately hoping they’d change into compatible forms. He loved the idea of spending the first day of their break to transform, but found it a little bit less than ideal that they were supposed to keep their end forms a secret from one another.

It was as if the others didn’t realize that the twins shared everything with one another! Peter knew that he and Wendy would become impressive tigers, and was looking forward to playing with her as one.

Wendy nodded with her brother’s statement, giggling inwardly. He had no idea that she had no intention of becoming a tiger. Rather, she’d had much more of an interest in flying, ever since she was a child. The girl grinned at her brother, ready to see his reaction when he found out she was becoming an eagle.

Kellie, meanwhile, took Wendy’s smile as a sign of preparedness. She looked over to Pamela with a smile, ready to show off just how magnificent a horse could be. They were her favorite animal, and she was sure that these changes would be some of the most pleasurable of her life.

Ready to get started, the girl sent out a faint magical pulse through the circle she’d created. “So! Who’s ready for a day of fun?” Kellie clapped her hands together with a giant grin on her face, ready to see her friends’ reactions.

As expected, the twins were the first to respond. Naturals to magic, they already started to channel the released energy into their bodies, murmuring a slight incantation as they began the transformative process. Pamela, eagerly awaiting the changes, was a second behind; followed shortly by her boyfriend.

It left Kellie for last, as it should be. First to trigger should always be last to chant; the one to establish control over the casting and to ensure the others’ safety. They all had complete control over their forms, but Kellie was in charge of making sure they fully transformed. Well, that they almost fully changed…

She smiled to herself as auburn fur began to sprout from her skin, itching as it lengthened. Kellie had kept it a secret from the others, but they’d all be able to talk after changing. That said, she’d been a little inspired from a few old Disney movies and had taken great care for their voices to suit their new forms.

Kellie let out a faint gasp of pleasure as a greater wave of change swept over her, reining it back with a small grin. It wasn’t her place to change, not yet. She had to channel the current and act as a funnel, bringing it around the circle to change each of her friends in turn.

As she sent the wave of change to Pamela, the other girl stiffened with a mild gasp, her hands fluttering to her chest as she started to breathe deeper. As she did so, her fingers began to fuse, darkening to a pair of cloven hooves. The girl winked up at Kellie, and Kellie returned her expression with a kind smile, curious as to what Pamela was becoming.

Pamela’s heart hammered as she watched the changes begin, grinning up to Kellie with a small smile. She knew that her friend had been interested in horses, so she assumed that the girl would become some sort of equine. In that, Pamela had a certain form in mind for herself, something strong and undoubtedly male.

Indeed, the tanned girl had a fixation with female to male transformation, and she’d always wondered what it would be like to change into a form more suited to pleasure a woman. And for this little excursion, she could hardly think of a form more fitting than a mighty stag, something that would leave Kellie with no doubts as to what she had in mind.

Pamela shook her head from side to side faintly as massive antlers burst from the sides of her head, and her widening nostrils spread as she snorted loudly. Sure, Kurt might have some cause to be jealous… But he’d always been the one to promote experimentation with new forms, and she also knew he wouldn’t mind as long as she wasn’t with another man. Guy jealousy was weird like that.

She shivered as ‘she’ became a distinct ‘he’, his hips bucking as something swelled from within him, lengthening in seconds. Hurriedly, the new man vanished his own clothing, not needing it until after the changes. He beamed with pleasure, looking down at his new equipment and marveling at how heavy it was.

Pamela waved his antlers once more with pleasure, grinning as his new equipment moved with him a little. He smirked at his boyfriend as his face started to stretch out, winking suggestively as he dangled his new equipment with a grin.

Kurt looked on in shock at his naked girlfriend’s antlers and massive cock. He wasn’t one to be intimidated by size, but the sheer girth that she now sported was certainly more than a little intimidating! He swallowed, watching as her—his?—his—chest bristled with muscle and his neck extended, and as he thudded to the ground on all fours, a small tail extended from his backside.

It was all more than a little impressive, and Kurt chuckled aloud at the sight of the huge stag that used to be his girlfriend. Well, if Pamela wanted to impress, he’d love the lion that his boyfriend would become. Kurt felt the magic from the circle begin to sweep into his own body and he called out in his own chant of change.

Granted, he could have practiced it a little more to say it without an accent, but he was fairly sure that the Ancients wouldn’t mind if he mispronounced a word here and there. The young man grinned in delight as he saw tawny yellow fur begin to stretch out from his skin, and he dispelled his own clothing, all of it save his shirt and boxers.

Yeah, if Pamela wanted to see something great, he could hardly think of anything better than giving the stag a good view of him shredding his clothes as he expanded, transforming into a king of the jungle. Already his hands and feet were swelling, beginning their changes into what would become mighty paws.

Kurt looked down, watching his fingers and toes as they ballooned out, claws extending from what were once fingernails. His hips popped a moment later, and he huffed aloud as he fell to all fours, his torso beginning to swell out.

His shirt was tight, stretched to its limits. He sent Pamela a quick glance before grunting, squeezing his eyes shut and urging the changes on. As he did, his body grew even more, breaking free of his clothing with a loud tearing. The lion-to-be grinned as his muzzle came in a second later. It was a little slimmer than he’d expected, but that was probably a trick of the camera.

For now, Kurt shook out the fur around his neck, expecting it to grow into a long mane. He waited for another second. And another. His tail came out from behind him, and his teeth sharpened, and still Kurt waited. A small pang of doubt settled into his mind, and he looked to Kellie unsurely. Was she really making sure these changes were going as directed?

She scoffed faintly at his expression, and Kurt knew that the changes were going just as he commanded. Which was good, because then it meant that all he’d have to do is wait for the transformation to come to its natural and complete conclusion.

There was a sharp pain by his balls and Kurt whimpered aloud, then he positively yelped as his cock pulled back into his body. Too late, he realized that he probably should have gone over pronunciation a little more, yowling with distress as the feeling of change swept from his body, leaving him as a lioness.

Peter watched with an arched eyebrow, chuckling as his own lips began to puff. He wasn’t sure if Kurt’s changes were intentional or not, but it was certainly amusing to think that it hadn’t been planned for the couple of the group to both change gender. And judging from the look on the lioness’s face… Peter had never seen a mentally scarred lioness before, and he sorely wished that he could take a picture of this moment.

That said, he could feel his fingers beginning to balloon out, and he knew that he no longer possessed the dexterity to operate such a device. To think that a person could become an animal like this! Magic certainly was incredible.

The young man chuckled to himself again, vanishing his clothes smartly. His chest rippled with muscle, and he let out a low and dominant growl as his body started to inflate. He grinned with pride, winking at Kurt as he began a proper big car transformation.

Stripes raced along Peter’s body, and he fell to the ground in preparation of the oncoming change. He was determined to do this with pride and poise—after all, it was only fitting of his current form. The brunette grinned as his body cracked and popped, expanding in seconds to a new and perfect feline form.

Peter let out a low growl, laughing with amusement at the look of raw envy on Kurt’s face at the package that hung between his legs. He swayed them mockingly, a tail stretching out from his backside, growing to an impressive full length. His smile only widened as his muzzle came in, and just like that his change was complete.

Now all that was left was to wait to see his changes mirrored in his sister. Already he could see the onset of feathers poking from her arms, the beginning of her change into a tig—feathers? Peter’s eyes widened with surprise as he looked at Wendy’s impending transformation.

Wendy chuckled at the gobsmacked look on Peter’s face. Yeah, this was worth it. She blushed in a sheepish—birdish fashion, pursing her lips faintly as they began to jut out from her face, hardening to form her new beak. She felt her teeth dissolve within it and shivered a little, her eyelids fluttering as the golden beak extended up her face to include her nostrils.

The girl shook out her body, ruffling her own feathers gently as she felt her toes begin to twist and change. She hurriedly vanished all of her clothes, grinning with delight at the sight of her toes yellowing and hardening. To her surprise, her big and pinky toes were becoming claws, and the inner toes next to them were receding into her body. She’d thought the change would have happened the other way around. Then again, that was transformation: no two were the same unless intended to be.

Just as the thought passed through her head, a fluffy tail of feathers sprouted from her backside, lengthening within seconds to a full aquiline plume. She shook out her new hind feathers with a small grin, her smile only widening as she realized that her new beak didn’t really show her expression.

The girl flexed her talons as they completed their change, looking back to her brother with a grin as her arms reconfigured to wings. They felt so much lighter now, like they were completely hollow. Wendy looked at her brown-feathered arms, letting out a faint coo as her hair fell out and her eyesight grew sharper.

Then, with a sudden wrenching motion, the ground rushed up to meet her. Wendy let out a loud and undignified squawk as her body shrank down to a proper size, her form reconfiguring to have the proper proportions. She blushed as her wings beat instinctively, but the girl remained rooted to her part of the circle despite her body’s intentions. After all, there was one transformation left.

All eyes turned to Kellie as she finally let the magic coalesce around her body. The change was like something out of a Disney movie: a corona of lights surrounded her and focused on her body as it began to reshape.

For Kellie, it felt absolutely incredible. It was like thousands of tiny pixies were flitting about herself, bringing her to a new and majestic form. She grinned as her hands finally became hooves, thicker and blockier than Pamela’s. And while she was comparing herself to the stag… Even though she was still female, her body felt a lot more muscular. It was like comparing an Audi to a Volkswagen! Sure they were similar, but one was obviously superior.

The girl chuckled to herself with pleasure, closing her eyes and letting the rest of the transformation wash over her. Her neck stretched out at the same time that she grew a mane; her body expanded to a new and bulkier form; she thudded to all fours at the same time her tail came in. It was an incredible change, and she loved every minute of it!

Finally, as Kellie’s eyes spread to the sides of her head and her lips got thicker, she let the last little bit of magic go: a final surprise for her friends. She fired it out with a grin, shivering as the cool rush of magical energy ran across her body.

Pamela was the first to feel it, and he stag shook his horns with surprise. “Whoa, what was… Why am I talking? We can talk? Is that a thing?” His eyes widened at the sound of his deeper voice, a much more masculine bearing to it now. “And why do I sound like a guy?”

Kurt scoffed. “Probably because you are one now?” Her voice was now a lot closer to a valley girl’s, and she flushed beneath her fur. “Oh crap, and I’m a girl now, too.”

“Yeah you are.” Peter growled lowly, chuckling at her. All was fair in love and transformation, after all. And he was really loving Kurt’s transformation…

Wendy huffed at her brother, checking under her talons to make sure the magical circle was depleted. Then she spread her wings and took off, circling around her brother with a small smile. “Oh, why don’t you grow up?” She asked, rolling her noble eyes.

“I dunno about growing up, but I’m certainly growing somewhere.” Peter chuckled, laughing more as Kurt mewled with her tawny ears laid back against her head.

“Me too.” Pamela chuckled, his eyes focused on Kellie. She was beautiful as a mare, and Pamela’s new body was really aching to enter that horse pussy.

At that, Kurt and the twins spun to the stag, their eyes wide. “Wait, what?” They all cried in unison, Wendy’s flight path wobbling a little.

Kellie was the only one to respond differently, turning to face her friend with a smile on her snout. “Then come and get some, if you think you’re man enough.” She flicked her tail to one side, allowing them a good look at her equine pussy.

“Wait, WHAT?” This time, Wendy did fall, flumping to the ground in an undignified heap. She looked on in shock as two of her decidedly female friends courted each other shamelessly.

Of course, if she was surprised then Kurt was flabbergasted. She looked on in mute horror as Pamela approached Kellie, the two friends nuzzling one another. “Um… Pammie? Honey? Is there something you want to talk about?”

Pamela paused her motions, turning his long neck to look at his boyfriend. “Hm? Oh, this? Honey, we’ve transformed. And it would be rude to not explore our new bodies to their fullest, wouldn’t it? I’m sure Peter agrees.”

Wendy picked herself up hurriedly as Peter nodded, realizing that there were some things in life that weren’t meant to be seen. “Oh, hell no. I’m out of here.” A devilish thought entered her mind, and she turned to Kurt mischievously, offering him her widest beaky smile. “Try and yowl extra loud when you cum, so I can tell when to get back.” With that, she beat her wings, leaving nothing but laughter and feathers in her wake.

“Um. What did she mean by that?” Kurt asked, her feline ears somehow finding a way to lie flatter against her head. When no response came, she slinked back, a little more worried. “Guys?”

Pamela’s response was to mount Kellie with a snort, shaking his antlers with pride. God, to think that Kellie would be as into this as she was! It was incredible! And speaking of incredible, so was Kellie’s pussy. He hadn’t even entered it and already his friend was practically dripping! Not to mention the maddening heat that was radiating from the mare’s body…

“Hey. Are you going to just sit around all day or are you going to get into me?” Kellie huffed, shivering with impatience. Only her respect for Pamela’s feelings kept her from shoving herself back to spear her pussy on that magnificent stag cock.

Pamela chuckled, ready to oblige. “Oh? You mean you want… This?” He drove his whole shaft into Kellie at once and immediately regretted the decision. His friend’s pussy was so tender that the ensuing wave of pleasure hit Pamela like a punch to the gut. “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!” He howled with pleasure, his hips beginning to move as he drove into her friend’s cunt.

Kurt watched all of this with growing jealousy, her pussy dripping with envy. Her pussy! How could she have misspoke that spell? She was so stupid! Even though like this, she’d at least be able to be with Pamela… After he finished ravishing his best friend.

The lioness practically quaked with agitation, staring on in envy. She loved her girlfriend to death, but it was times like these… She knew that transformation was transformation, but there had to be something she could do to make him jealous!

“Hey. Wanna give Pammy something to think about?” Peter purred from beside Kurt, looking the lioness up and down.

Kurt blinked and gawked at the tiger in surprise. Oh no. Oh hell no. No. That was not happening. If she was going to have sex with a man, it would be with her girlfriend. As a man. Or something like that. Kurt scowled to herself, pawing at her furry cheeks as she tried to come to terms with how complicated transformation made life.

“No doubt you’re thinking about how complicated transformation makes life.” Peter purred, nuzzling Kurt.

Kurt’s eyes widened, and she looked back at Peter with shock. Was the guy secretly a mind-reader?

“No, I’m not a psychic.” Peter chuckled, loving the gobsmacked expression on the lioness’s face. Today was worth it just to see a completely shocked queen of the jungle. Still, he probably should at least tell her what was up… “I can read you like a book. We’re both felines, you know. I can see it in your eyes, hear it on your breath, smell it from your… Well.”

Kurt blushed madly beneath her golden fur, looking Peter up and down. Well, he certainly was an impressive specimen… It couldn’t hurt that much to experiment a little bit, could it? “Oh, what the hell. It’s my first time, though… So be gentle, okay?”

“Oh, I think you’ll find just how gentle I can be. I’ll be your new king of the jungle, baby.” Peter purred, feeling himself harden as he stalked up behind Kurt. Yeah, the lioness used to be a guy, but she was a lioness now. And if she was willing, Peter was more than eager to please.

Peter grinned from ear to ear as he mounted the lioness beneath him, nipping her ear gently. “Ready?”

Kurt’s mind was racing from how good it felt to be beneath such a strong and virile tiger. She could even feel Peter pressing against her love hole, and the thought of being one with the big cat was more than a little daunting. Her pussy really was sopping wet—she had no idea it was more than just an expression!

All of these thoughts and many more raced through Kurt’s head as she gave a slow, encouraging nod. Then one thought in particular barreled through the others like a freight train through a kindergarten class: didn’t cats have penile spines?

The unspoken question was soon answered as Peter drove his full length into Kurt’s unsuspecting cunt. Kurt’s eyes widened and she shrieked in distress as the barbs raked her inner walls. A second later, the scream turned to a yowl of bliss, an unexpected surge of pleasure hitting her. It was like the sharp spines had made her get wetter and wetter yet, a slick tide soon making the barbs completely irrelevant.

Kurt’s back arched beneath Peter, and she groaned with ecstasy. Who knew that it could feel so pleasurable to be fucked like this; to be mated to another? She shivered with delight, beginning to pant loudly as she started to squirm beneath Peter. “Ignore the screams, I need more!” She groaned, all of the hairs on her back standing on end.

“As you wish.” Peter chuckled from atop the lioness, his own powerful hips moving to the time of the lioness’s frenzied breaths beneath him. Peter let loose a loud, dominant roar, grinning with pleasure and delight at the lusty look on the Kurt’s face. Already her golden eyes were glazed over, a feline tongue hanging loose from her pleasure-slackened jaw.

Yeah, Peter was the king. This was great; more than great. He chuckled, wondering how Pamela could ever hope to match his powerful thrusts. As if to respond to this, Kellie positively whinnied with pleasure, shaking out her mane and shrieking Pamela’s name at the top of her lungs.

Kellie didn’t even realize she was doing it; she was too preoccupied with the amazing sensation of being a horse compounded with the incredible feeling of making love as one. She trembled beneath her lover, letting loose groan after groan of contentment. Small strands of horsey drool hung from her chin, but she paid them no heed; all she wanted was to be this incredible stag’s mate!

Atop the mare, Pamela let loose a triumphant bellow, feeling himself nearing climax. He looked over to the tiger with a self-satisfied, smug grin, and snorted through his big nostrils. Yeah, Peter probably thought he was hot shit, decked to the nines in stripes. But his form lacked the tenderness of a woman’s mind coupled with the virility of a male body.

Pamela increased the pace of his thrusting, taking careful sure to hit Kellie’s most sensitive spots each time. He was rewarded with an ever-louder litany of pleasured moans and whinnies, and Pamela grinned over to Peter, tossing his huge head in challenge.

Peter stared on in dismay as Kellie came loudly, followed a second later by Pamela. There was no way that some dumb deer could be better than a tiger, was there? He felt his own orgasm building, closing his eyes and letting loose a triumphant roar as he came inside of Kurt’s lioness hole.

The roar seemed to echo around the field, which only highlighted the fact that it wasn’t met with another. Peter staggered off of Kurt, looking with wide eyes at the blushing lioness as she turned to face him.

Kurt eyed the tiger up and down, noticing how his chest was hiking and his cock was still dripping. So, Peter actually had orgasmed… Pity. Sex with a tiger was pretty fantastic, yeah—but it apparently hadn’t been enough to drive Kurt’s new body to climax. “Oh, sorry… Are you finished?” Kurt asked, chuckling inwardly.

The reaction was better than she’d expected. Kurt had never once imagined that she’d see a tiger’s soul break, but the look in Peter’s eyes was absolutely heartrending. It was like Kurt had just completely stripped away whatever masculinity Peter had, castrating him and shoving a salt-coated lemon into the wound.

“Hey, don’t worry. It happens to everyone. Well, not everyone, obviously. But you know…” Pamela chuckled as he trotted up to the two, loving how powerful and virile his new body was. He’d never imagined that she’d be able to go for a second round so soon! Better yet, this new dominant streak of his had left him more than willing to deal a coup de grace to poor Peter.

Sure enough, Peter looked like whatever was left of his soul was scooped into a bin which was then shredded, set on fire, compressed, set on fire again, and then launched into the sun for good measure. He could only manage a small “O-oh” in response.

“So is that a yes? ‘Cause I’d really like to shove my cock into my boyfriend’s pussy.” Pamela said with a grin, looking at Kurt suggestively.

Kurt simply stared down at the monster between the stag’s legs. “Are you kidding? That whole thing? I don’t think I could fit it in my pussy! I mean, compared to…” She coughed nervously, realizing she might be taking it a bit far. “Well, I suppose it’s worth a—oh!”

No sooner had the words left her muzzle than Pamela trotted behind him, pressing the tip of his cock at her entrance. “You’ll need to purr for me, kitten.” He said with a cocksure grin, his balls aching with the need to release in his pussy’s pussy.

“Prrrrlease, Prrramela?” Kurt looked up to her lover with an impish grin, completely ready to get the pounding of her life. She flicked his tail to one side as she’d seen Kellie do, wriggling her hips enticingly.

Her girlfriend was quick to oblige, nibbling her ear lovingly. “Just tell me ‘more’ or ‘stop’ if I’m too much for you.” Pamela said it just for courtesy, knowing that that wouldn’t be a problem. The lioness beneath him was large enough to take all of Pamela’s mighty cock… There just might not be room to spare.

Within seconds, the clearing was full of whimpers of “More! Morrre! Morrrrrrrre!” And just like that, the loving couple was experiencing sex in a way that they’d never thought to have before, completely upending the food chain in the process.

Peter looked at the rutting couple with a tsunami of raw jealousy. He’d tried to ignore the cries of pleasure that were coming from Kurt, but he’d need to be deaf to do that. It was like the lioness was being intentionally louder, just to imply that being with a stag was that much better than being with a tiger.

Honestly, some people have no taste at all… Peter thought it with a scornful snort. Kurt was just hamming it up because Pamela was with her this time. Yeah, that was it. He definitely wasn’t an inferior lover. They were just assholes!

Still, he definitely needed some empirical evidence that his feline form performed better than the stag’s... And there was only one other person who could compare their techniques. He looked towards Kellie with a small grin, stalking towards her to convince her to mate.

“Hey, Peter?” Kellie asked, seeing the tiger’s advances. Kurt’s first screams were all too fresh in her ears, and even though they’d gone from pain to pleasure, it was still something that Kellie had no desire to experience. Leave the kinky stuff to Pamela and Kurt; she was fine keeping things vanilla. And that meant no barbs anywhere near her vagina, transformed though it may be.

Peter’s ears flicked as he looked up to their fearless leader, a low smile across his muzzle. He was a predator; a king. Like hell he’d back down from this chance! “Mn?” He responded, only to humor her as he stalked around the mare. To his surprise, she didn’t seem that daunted.

“What do you know of feudal England?”

Peter paused, looking back at Kellie with curiosity. “That’s an odd question. Not much, why do you ask?” No doubt she was trying to distract him from his sweet goal, but he’d play along for now.

“Oh, just curious. You see, they had these armored troops called knights.” Kellie began, turning to face Peter with a confident smile on her equine face. “And these men rode mighty warhorses into battle.”

“And you’re one such horse?” Peter scoffed. She made a good bluff, but he could smooth talk her into this. “Come on, Kellie. Once you get spined, you’ll change your mind.” He chuckled aloud at his cleverness, his barbed member already at full attention once more.

“Oh, no. But even the weakest of horses could easily crush a man’s head like… Have you ever seen a sledgehammer hit a rotting watermelon?”

Peter paused, the image burning itself into his mind. “That was… Visceral.” He said with a small frown, looking at her dubiously.

“Accurate, though. But don’t worry. I’ll just dislocate your jaw a little, maybe break a leg or two. Oh, and of course I’ll need to step on your offending organ…” Kellie thudded a hoof into the ground for emphasis.

Peter swallowed heavily, noticing how far her mighty hoof had been driven into the ground. The image of that happening to his boys popped into his head, and he looked back to her nervously, backing away and trying to seem as little a threat as possible.

“So…” Peter began, gulping again. It felt like his balls were actually withdrawing in himself with terror. “I’ll just stick to mating with Kurt, then?”

“I think that’s a good idea.” Kellie whinnied with amusement, trotting towards Peter a little. She loved how afraid he seemed, and couldn’t resist giving him just one more little push. “Now get!” She neighed, stomping forward.

Peter yowled with fright, running back to a nearby tree in terror. His ears flicked up at the sound of his sister’s rich voice laughing, and he glared up to the eagle to find her nearly falling from the sky in mirth.

“Yeah, just laugh it up, birdbrain.” He muttered, sulking dejectedly as he hugged his body to the bark, keeping the tree between himself and Kellie. Unfortunately, as fate would have it, his new spot was at a perfect distance from Kurt and Pamela to hear every second of their rambunctious lovemaking. He whimpered loudly, covering his ears with his paws and wishing they could just hurry up and finish already.

Kellie looked at her friend’s antics with a smile on her horsey muzzle, before noticing that one of her friends was missing out on some of the fun. It looked like while Wendy was having more than her fair share of laughter, she wasn’t really having fun—the eagle kept sending slightly jealous glances towards her friends.

Wendy was a little bit left out, to be honest. Okay, more than a little left out. While riding the warm currents of air with her wings spread wide was certainly an incredible, once-in-a-lifetime experience, it definitely wasn’t as enjoyable as the ‘fun’ her friends were having below her. She dipped and swooped, trying to do a trick or two to get her mind off of things; but nothing she did helped. That was probably because of the sheer volume that the stag and lioness were achieving, to be honest…

Wendy considered sailing her eagle’s body up higher, but a sharp glance from Kellie brought her back down to earth. “Hey Kel, what’s up?” She asked with a small grin, looking up at the mare.

“I was just about to ask the same. You don’t look like you’re having much fun, Wendy… Is there anything I can help with?” Kellie’s voice was full of concern, and Wendy’s heart practically melted at the thought of having such an incredible friend.

“N-no, I was just feeling a little… Left out, you know? I mean, I realize that I wouldn’t want to be with my brother and that Pamela’s new equipment is waaay too much for my birdy body to take, but…” Wendy trailed off, scuffing a talon on the ground.

Kellie nodded to herself, looking down to Wendy with a small smile. “Oh. I’m sorry, I hadn’t realized…” Her mind raced, and the mare scuffed a hoof on the ground as he wondered what she could do. Then, a mad idea came to her, and she looked to Wendy with a grin. “Hey… You could still be kind of an eagle and have fun with Pamela…”

Wendy’s head perked up, and she ruffled her feathers with curiosity. “Oh? And pray tell, how would I go about doing that?” She smiled, looking up at the mare. Good lord, horses were huge! Of course, some of that was probably from how comparatively small Wendy was right now.

“Well… The two of us could kind of merge. If you’re at all interested in that, I mean.” Kellie beamed, subtly beginning to work the magical currents around her equine body. It was harder to do without hands, but nothing too impossible. Plus, there was even a mythological creature that fit the bill. Somehow changes were easier with fantastic creatures like that; something to do with ‘societal perceptions’ or some such nonsense.

“W-wait, what?” Wendy flapped her wings a little. “Like a hippogriff, you mean? I mean, we’ve never done that before, but… I think I’d like to try it out. Isn’t that a little advanced, though? In terms of magic I mean?”

Kellie winked an eye at the eagle beneath her. “Well, fusing two humans is. But fusing a human with an animal is easy, and two animals is easier still. The only thing to keep in mind is the mental merge, which might be a little bit of a shock.”

Wendy looked down to herself, then looked up to Kellie with a grin. “Hey, becoming an eagle was supposed to be challenging and I’m loving this. Why the hell not? Let’s give it a go.” She’d never thought to merge with someone so soon in her school career—it was more than a little exciting, all things considered!

Kellie grinned at how enthusiastic her friend seemed to be, and she brought the magic she’d gathered to its peak, releasing it so it cascaded over the two girl’s bodies like a loose web. Then the cords pulled together, mashing their bodies together and having them flow over one another.

Kellie let out a whinny and Wendy crowed with eagerness, feeling her feathers begin to spread acoross Kellie’s body. It was like both of them were turned to a warm and flowing liquid that ran across itself and blended.

Wendy’s talons became their fore hooves; her wings spread to their shoulders. Kellie’s neck remained the same length, though her muzzle was replaced with a beak and feathers grew to coat her skin. And their tail was soon tipped with a small fan of feathers, which flared as their change completed, the two completely becoming one.

And it wasn’t just physical, either. One second they had two distinct personalities, two different minds. The next, it was like they’d never been apart; that they were actually a she, just one person.

“Oh. Oh wow.” The new hippogriff spoke with a smile, looking down to her talons with a smile. Her wings fluttered behind her, and she scuffed her hooves at the incredible sensation. She had all of Kellie and Wendy’s memories, so she knew that being this fusion was by far and beyond better than being either of the components.

She looked over to her friends, noticing how they all seemed to have frozen to stare at the new animal in their midst. “Oh, hi.” She said with a faint blush, her wings folding neatly at the sides of her body. This was incredible; it was like she had the authority of Kellie but the demureness of Wendy!

“Um… Kellie? Wendy? Are you girls okay?” Kurt asked, still trembling with pleasure under Pamela. The lioness had never thought that anything could break her concentration from how incredible her stag was, but… There were some things you didn’t see every day. A hippogriff was certainly one of them.

“Well, I don’t think that I’m actually either of them…” The hippogriff smiled shyly. “I feel like someone new… Why don’t you call me Kendy? That’ll be a clever way to remember where we came from.” She smiled, looking at the two happily. “Now tell me, which of you two thinks that you’re a man enough to tame this wild beast?”

Pamela chuckled. “Well, I’ll be glad to get to you after I finish things with my dear little lioness here.” She smirked with bliss, her hips beginning to work once more and Kurt’s yowls filling the air again.

“Be my guest, I don’t want to go anywhere near someone that’s half my sister and half someone who just threatened to grind my balls to dust.” Peter scoffed, content to be under his little tree of depression.

“Oh, are you so sure?” Kendy smiled, her talons digging small furrows in the earth as she sashayed her hips enticingly. “After all, that would mean you’re okay with your sweet and innocent sister being mounted and tamed by Pamela?”

Peter glared daggers at her, looking back to the rutting couple with a frown. “Well… There is that…”

Kendy flapped her wings, kicking her feet from the ground. It was so easy to soar like this; how had she never thought to become something mythical before? The hippogriff let out a triumphant cawing, thudding to the ground beside Peter with a smile on her beak; her feathered ears twitching with amusement.

“Besides, Peter… How often do you get to fuck such a magnificent creature?” She caressed his flank with one of her wings as she spoke, intending to get a rise out of the tiger in every sense of the word.

“Well, when you put it like that... No, no, I couldn’t.”

Kendy pouted—this was one stubborn nut to crack! “Okay…” She said, changing tactics. “Then what if I were to call you my proud, strong king of the forest? I’m sure Kurt wasn’t satisfied with you simply because you were too much for him. But for me… Well, I think I can take all of you and more.”

Peter’s ears perked up at that, and his tail flicked from side to side with interest. “Oh, you are tempting me…” He felt the last vestiges of resistance crumble, and he rose to all fours, pawing towards Kendy with a grin.

“I hope to do more than that.” Kendy purred throatily back, turning herself to expose her pussy. It was still a horse’s sex on the outside, but it felt tighter and stronger than a mare’s. She smiled eagerly, looking back as Peter’s paws hugged her waist. “Now, enter me, my mate.” She let out a whinnying caw, her pussy already dripping.

“With pleasure.” Peter purred, hilting himself in her and gasping with pleasure. Unlike with Kurt, this was something else! Kendy’s big mare pussy was somehow hugging him tightly, as though it was urging him to spear further into her; to drive her wild with pleasure. And if that was what she wanted…

Peter bared his fangs, growling lowly as he drove into the hippogriff time and time again. Her love hole was so wet that his spines didn’t even catch hold—not that he felt they could, given how strong she was. It was perfect; he could mate with her without any fear of hurting her!

Kendy, meanwhile, loved his little barbs. Rather than raking her walls, they were stimulating her more, driving a maddeningly wild heat into her body. She screamed loudly, absolutely loving this sensation. The stag was one thing, but size and tenderness weren’t even close to how ferocious her new mate was!

Kendy’s cries soon joined Kurt’s, the pair of female animals loving their mates and crying out with pleasure as if to herald the coming of the best vacation they’d ever have. That said, they’d need to work hard if they were to surpass how good today was going... But that was a challenge the friends would be more than willing to meet.