Sera looked to her brown-haired friend with a frown, then back to the ranch. “Hey… Are we sure this is the place?” Her silver hair glinted in the light, while her golden eyes flashed with ire.

Mikaela nodded slowly, checking her phone. “This is the place. It’s the last place that Azumi was supposed to go, so…”

The two women shifted idly, looking at the ranch. They couldn’t explain, but even from this little-used path it sent a shiver down their spines. Neither of them wanted to admit it, but the house gave them the chills.

And since the house gave them the chills, the sudden appearance of its owner gave them an absolute fright.

“My my… What little pets do we have here?” Donna purred, looking down to the two trespassers. A simple teleportation spell wasn’t much for her, especially not after her irritation at finding there were unwelcome guests on her land.

“Ah!” Sera flushed, her chest clenching. A strange heat was flooding her body, and she could tell that from the blush on Mikaela’s cheeks that the brunette was feeling it too.

“Hm… You’re wearing clothes much like my new cow… What was her old name again? Azumi? Yes, I’m sure it was.” Donna purred as she walked towards the two of them, rubbing their shoulders. “The two of you must be her coworkers. How mature of you, looking to shoulder a little more responsibility.”

The women groaned, and Sera looked up to the blonde hatefully. “What did you… What did you do to us? Is this some kind of magic?”

“Precisely! My my, such a good head on your shoulders and you’ll barely need those ears…” She purred, stroking both Sera’s and Mikaela’s ears. They lengthened at her touch, growing a lush coat of fur that was the same shade as their hair: silver for Sera, and brown for Mikaela.

The women looked to each others’ ears, eyes widening as they pointed to one another’s longer lobes. Donna laughed at their confusion, and both women turned towards her in shock.

The witch traced a pair of circles in the air which flared to life a second later. They were green and glowed with an ethereal energy, and a second later a riding crop flared to life between them. Donna picked it from the air with a smile, patting her hand with the stick.

“Hum… Now, now…” She flicked the crop against their asses, one at a time. “How to go about breaking you two?”

Both women moaned, their spines creaking. Short tails sprouted from just above their backsides, growing fur that matched their hair color. These strands of fur were long and silken-though they were coarser than the hairs atop their heads.

They swished behind the women agitatedly, the motions only growing more agitated as the women realized that they couldn’t control their new limbs. Sera was the first to speak, her eyes narrowing. “Whatever you’re doing, change us back now. You don’t understand the amount of trouble you’re in.”

“Please!” Mikaela blushed as she spoke out. Her changes were progressing faster than Sera’s were. The girl’s torso was broadening out, and her heels had already fallen victim to her new-grown hooves. She scuffed them against the ground shyly, awaiting the witch’s response.

It was a response a few seconds in coming. The woman was savoring their distress, a cruel grin on her face. She walked behind the two, grabbing their already bulging asses. The motion brought with it a new onrush of growth, their backsides bulging and tearing through their skirts.

It unsteadied Sera slightly, but Mikaela was completely unbalanced. Sera yelped and reached out to steady the girl, only to flinch as the pretty brunette fell onto her hands. Only… They weren’t really hands, not anymore.

Mikaela used to have such pretty, slender hands. Now they were clumsy, hard, bulging hooves. The girl looked to them in distress, then up to Sera. “Help!” She whimpered, her equine ears flicking.

Sera didn’t know what to say, much less what to do. She was always outspoken-though she had no ideas what to do now. She whimpered, terrified and unable to do little more than watch as Mikaela’s face bulged.

The woman’s cute face was distorting, distending into an ugly, large muzzle. Her lips thickened and her face bulged, a strangled whinny escaping her mouth. Sera pressed her fingers against her own face in horror, realizing that the same changes would happen to her as well.

“PughLEESE! HGNHEEEIGH!” Mikaela whimpered, pawing her hooves against the ground.

CRACK

Donna cracked the crop against Mikaela’s ass with a laugh, a wide smile on her face. She watched as the woman’s ass bulged further still, losing any femininity in favor of a bestial buttocks.

“Stop!” Sera growled, balling her hands into fists. She took a clumsy swing at the witch and earned a swat on the ass for her efforts.

She sobbed aloud as her own backside bulged, feeling it lift even her shirt. It was heavy, incredibly so, and she fell onto it with a loud huff. It gave her a perfect sight of her own feet changing. A little at a time, her toes swelled.

The silver-haired woman groaned as her delicate toes merged together. The sun’s shine on her skin dimmed, their texture becoming rough and knobbled.

“Well… We’ll need to get you up on your feet, won’t we?” Donna cooed, grabbing Sera hard by the hand and lifting her roughly. As she did, she cracked the crop again and again against Sera’s buttocks, making them swell larger and larger with every passing second.

CRACK CRACK CRACK

“NGGGHAAH!” Sera whimpered plaintively, falling onto her hands and squealing with distress. Her body bulged with transformative growth, and she looked back to her rear end to find it was as large as Mikaela’s, if not larger.

Worse, she was growing a lush and silver coat of fur along her new backside. Her tail flicked against the fur with distress, and she looked up to Mikaela to see that her friend was almost entirely equine. The only thing that was left to change about her was her neck, and already that was stretching.

“WGHNYYYYIEEGH!” Mikaela whinnied her last words, prancing about on her hooves. Then her panic began to dim, along with the light in her eyes.

“Ooh, this is the best part: when the last spark of intelligence forever leaves my victim’s eyes.” Donna purred throatily. She looked to Sera with a wide, cruel smile. “I can’t wait until it happens with you.”

Sera tried to protest, but she could only huff as her belly bulged. The buttons on her shirt and coat snapped loudly, and she stomped at the ground in a blind panic-only to stop once she realized how equine the motion was.

“Oh, go ahead and fight it. It’ll make these last changes all the more pleasurable.” Donna laughed.

CRACK

She punctuated her words with another swat of the crop, and Sera sobbed. Snot dripped from her broadening nostrils, and she tried to rise onto two legs only for Donna to press hard against her back.

“Ah-ah-ah… Standing like a person is only for real people. You’re just a horse, remember?”

“Shut up!” Sera’s golden eyes blazed with anger, and she tried to stand, only to huff as her hips clicked. The anger in her eyes faded to fear as she realized she couldn’t manage more than a half-stoop at best, and her broadening torso soon couldn’t even manage that.

Her upper body was so heavy that she could barely lift herself, her breasts mashed against the grass. “Nggh! No!” She sobbed, feeling her arms begin to bulge. She sent them a look of terror and could only whimper as they swelled and grew.

“Yes… Oh, yes. This is nearly it.” Donna purred, looking down to her latest acquisition. She had to tilt her head up as the horse that had been a delicate woman grew, and a laugh slipped from her lips.

“NGHH! HYY’M NAWWHT UHGNEEEIGH! NEEEIGH!” Sera’s throat ached as her neck stretched. A loud, equine wail of terror erupted from her bulging thick lips, and her face cracked out into a silver-furred muzzle that was identical to Mikaela’s in all save her the color of her fur.

“You’re not what? Not a human?” Donna chuckled. “I’d say that’s right… You’re quite a fine mare now, aren’t you?”

Sera tossed her equine head in denial, looking to the grazing horse that was her buxom friend mere moments ago. Her silver mane flashed as she completed the motion, backing away from the witch in a panic.

This was… It had really happened. Somehow she’d become a horse. Hooves, tail, muzzle… There was no way she could deny it. But she had to escape somehow; had to

CRACK

The riding crop smacked against her fat horse butt, and Sera’s cheeks burned beneath the fur. Donna looked to her with a grin. “Well then… You’re a stubborn one. Just like your friend.”

The witch bent down to Sera’s discarded clothing. As her fingers touched the fabric, the torn shreds merged together, flowing into a brown leather saddle. She picked it up with a coquettish laugh, eyes twinkling with nothing but mischief.

Sera tried to duck away from the woman, but it was impossible for her to evade in time-she was too unused to her equine form. She could only nicker piteously, feeling the heavy saddle slap onto her back. Donna tightened it with a laugh, then hopped onto it, petting Sera’s mane.

She was lighter than Sera had expected. Or rather… Sera’s body was stronger than she’d expected. She shuddered, her flanks rippling with the motion as the woman cooed.

“Oh my… Such a beautiful mare. You know, I was thinking about selling you and your friends, but I have to admit that you’re far too beautiful to help with.” She whispered the words into Sera’s larger ears, and the mare turned her muzzle indignantly.

“Now now, let’s not be like that! I’m going to give you all the carrots and love you’ll ever need. Well, after I break you.” Donna laughed, her smile laced deeply into her words.

With that, she conjured a bridle, one that wound its way around Sera’s mouth. A bit swelled against her tongue, and she groaned around it. It wasn’t that it tasted bad-though Sera wasn’t one for the flavor of leather.

She grunted around it with a scowl, only to whimper as Donna cracked her riding crop against the former woman’s ass. Her body responded instinctively, and she neighed, rearing up on her hind legs and flailing her forehooves.

Unlike when she was trying to control her body, this time it responded exactly as it should. Her legs moved with ease, and she thundered them against the ground with ease. Moving on four limbs like this came easy to her, and she pounded them against the ground.

Forelimbs, to push herself forward, hindlegs to keep moving… Over and over and over, it was a rhythmic motion almost was as easy as walking. No… Easier. Sera’s equine eyes widened as she realized that it was harder to think of walking than it was to gallop on four hooved legs.

She was losing her mind a little at a time, and it was becoming harder and harder to remember her old one. The horse did a close approximation to the whimper of a woman, though she couldn’t quite remember what life was like as one. She couldn’t even remember her own name…

Distressed, the mare tossed her head. Her silver mane waved wildly, and her nostrils flared with every deep breath she took. Then the woman atop her back, her owner, stroked her behind her ears.

It was a calming motion, one that the woman had done since the mare had been a foal. At least, as far as the mare remembered, that is. Her pounding heart began to slow, and she huffed slowly. This was… Good. She was good.

Head full of simple thoughts, the mare shook her head again, straightening her beautiful silver mane. Then she let her owner guide her back to the other horse, ready for another full day of life on the farm.