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Because it was a sweepstakes award, and no credit card was required to be on file, Andrew expected to spend his week at Ivory League Equestrian Resort in a way he always dreamed about: endless trail rides, lessons in horse jumping and dressage, developing an appetite for fine dining and round-the-clock drinking, and being completely pampered by maids and room service in his very own guest house. The rude awakening came on his final day, when a man in a fitted suit and aviator sunglasses delivered an invoice to his table. The invoice listed two weeks’ worth of fees for services such as equipment rental, lodging, blue label scotch, and required tips and charges for the wait staff and housekeeping. The total at the bottom, printed in bold red ink, was $3,854.26. Andrew could hardly find the words to express his confusion, and his anxiety over such a large price. “I thought my stay was free!” “The award only covers membership costs,” the man said. “Everything outside of horse riding is priced accordingly.” “You should’ve said that from the beginning,” Andrew argued. The man reached into his lapel and removed a slip of paper and unfolded it for Andrew to read. It was the agreement, complete with his signature. Highlighted in yellow was the portion of the agreement that explicitly stated the terms and conditions he’d ignored. Some of the other guests paused their conversations to eavesdrop on Andrew’s situation, eyes narrowed and brows furrowed indignantly. “Well,” Andrew said, slumping in his seat, “I can’t pay this. It’s too much.” The man in the suit gestured to Andrew to follow. Andrew stood, defeated. He was guided to the exit slowly, his gaze shifting between the room of wealthy, respectable people gawking at his misfortune, and the exorbitant debt on the paper he held. It felt like a funeral procession. He was almost to the double doors when a warm, accented voice spoke up. “Excuse me, what’s all this about?” It was Celine, a club member who had been joining Andrew on his rides for the past two weeks. She was also the only person with whom Andrew made friends. While others in the club seemed dismissive and insular, Celine moved from conversation to conversation during the evening’s social events, either listening intently or trying to add her own opinion or insight (only to no avail). When at last she came across Andrew sitting alone at the corner of the bar, arranging his martini olives in a circle, she was relieved to find somebody who actually wanted to talk about horses. “Everybody else is talking about work,” she complained, “or golf, or places they’ve been in the world and people they know. You’re the first person who seems to be really taking this place in!” For Andrew, this friendship became his saving grace. Celine offered to pay off his debt in full on the spot, without any hesitation. Andrew, who hadn’t even recovered fully from the shame of being displayed as a freeloader to the entire clubhouse, was barely able to process the incredible act of kindness. He stuttered with gratitude. “Wow, I mean, thank you but…are you sure? That seems to be so much money for somebody you hardly know.” “Perhaps,” she said, “but for all the time I’ve been here, I’ve come to know you more than anybody else. And I’d hate to see a friend end his vacation on such a bad note.” They sat back down together. Celine ordered a bottle of champagne and a carafe of orange juice for mimosas. After a few glasses, they were talking about horses again and Andrew had put the embarrassing incident out of mind. “I wish this didn’t have to be my last day.” “What do you mean?” Andrew finished the dregs of his drink. “The free two weeks are over.” “If you could, would you stay longer?” Celine was making circles with her finger on the tablecloth. Andrew set his glass down and looked out over the resort’s acres of grass and woods. “I would,” he said, “but if you’re offering an extension on my stay, I’d feel bad for taking it. You’ve bailed me out, and—” “Please, Andrew,” she said. “If anything, you staying longer would be a favor for me. Consider it like, paying you to keep me company, but paying you with accommodations.” She smiled, placed her hand on top of his, and poured another glass. “What do you say?” she asked. He said yes to Celine’s offer, yes to riding the trail that ran along Snake River, and yes to a private dinner later at her place. Andrew knocked on her door at 6 PM and she answered wearing a slim, black cocktail dress and carrying two tumblers of scotch. He looked her up and down, then looked himself up and down: sandals frayed at the strap, khaki shorts, and a plain white polo shirt. “Sorry I didn’t have anything more…formal,” he said. Celine smiled. “Trust me,” she said. If I were concerned about your sense of fashion, I would’ve never talked to you in the first place.” “Really?” She chuckled and handed him a glass of scotch. “I’m only playing with you. Come inside.” Dinner arrived as a meal service, in which a team of waiters rolled out in a van equipped with a ramp to deliver fresh food on a rolling cart. It was, as Andrew noted, the usual excess of a resort as highly praised as this one, but that didn’t stop him from embracing it now, as he had several times during his stay. After dinner, and more scotch, the two sprawled out on the couch, sitting at one another’s feet, talking about nothing in particular and laughing at even less. It was Celine who made a move on Andrew. It was playful, but intimate. She wormed her way next to him, between his side and the couch’s back cushions. She laid her head on his chest and closed her eyes. “Do you want to know a secret?” she asked. “Sure.” “The horses here,” she said, “they’re not that great.” “No?” “I’ve ridden horses around the world. I even have my own horses back home in Chignon. They’re all sturdy, reliable, responsive. Much more so than these horses. I’ve been riding all the horses I can during my time here, but each one is a little…rebellious, I suppose. They have an attitude that trained horses really shouldn’t have. Their attitude reminds me a little of the people who run this place. Reserved, inherently disdainful. It makes me wonder if this place is really treating their horses with the best care.” Andrew reached over and took another swig of his scotch. “Well, in America, there’s a tradition of cutting corners to save money, so it wouldn’t shock me in the least.” “Do you get to ride often?” Andrew shook his head. “It’s too expensive. I only got the week’s stay from an online sweepstakes.” Celine made a pitying sound. “I’d love to be able to show you what it’s like to ride a real horse.” “That’d be nice.” The two sat in silence for a moment, but then Celine sat up and looked at Andrew with a smile. “Do you trust me?” “Where’s this coming from?” “I’d like to give you something. Do you trust me?” “What does that have to do with the gift?” Celine shrugged coyly. “Maybe nothing. Maybe everything. But trust is important, no?” “It is.” “Well?” Andrew tried to read what she was trying to say, but his head was fuzzy from the drink. “Sure,” he said. “I trust you.” She leaned down and gave him a soft kiss on the lips. “How was that? Do you like it?” Andrew nodded. “Yeah.” “I knew you’d like it. And trust is crucial to relationships. Do you understand?” “Are you asking me to…be with you?” “In a way, yes.” She moved down toward the other end of the couch, running her fingers along the inside of his legs. She removed his shorts and socks. When she reached for his shirt, Andrew unclasped the buttons and removed it herself. “Now, since you trust me,” she said, tugging at the waistband of his briefs, “if I were to ask you to lay here and simply enjoy yourself, would you do that for me?” Andrew shifted a little on the couch and nodded. “Good.” There was a sudden sting of pain in his thigh. Andrew winced, but Celine rested her hand on his stomach. “Try not to move or restrict your muscles.” “The hell was that?” Her hand moved away from his leg to reveal a syringe. “Trust is crucial to all relationships. Men and women, men and men, women and women, even man and animal. If the animal doesn’t trust the rider, and the rider the animal, the tension will make the ride unpleasant at best and unpredictable at worst. The animals here—they don’t trust any of their riders.” Andrew scrambled off the couch and raced toward the door, but the injected leg became locked with spasms. His shoulder hit the corner of the hallway wall and sent him crashing into the hardwood floor. “When you told me you didn’t ride very much,” Celine said, stepping over to Andrew and kneeling at his side, “I was overcome with pity. Out of all the people who could afford to ride, here you are. When you speak of horses, it’s beautiful. It’s poetic. I can feel your soul is truly with these animals. Unfortunately, you’ve been constricted to horses who only know these cold, compassionless elitists. I wanted you to experience the true beauty of a rider and a horse. So I decided I wanted to introduce you to the work that I’ve recently been doing as a DNA scientist.” Andrew tried to pull himself across the floor, but soon he was losing his grip, each attempt to claw the floor resulting in a hard, clacking sound that slipped across the surface. He watched as they blackened and curled, and rounded out at the knuckles. Celine took one into her hands and hummed thoughtfully. “No cracks or growth rings in your hooves. Good. I was worried that such a quick shift would affect the health of your new form.” “H-hooves?” “Darling, I know it’s scary, and I’m sorry I couldn’t be more forward about this, but think of it: you’re going to be so strong, fast and elegant. All those beautiful things you said about horses on the first night we met? You’ll get to experience it for yourself. No more wondering. And I’m sure you’re going to be a beautiful colt. Feel this?” When Celine ran her palm from Andrew’s neck to the small of his back, the warm prickling sensation that began to sprout from his shoulders toward his hips that felt incredibly soothing. It filled him with a pleasure that sank into his body and caused him to shiver with delight. “Your coat of fur is beginning to appear,” she said. “It’s a nice, light brown. And it already has a natural shine to it that makes you the most beautiful horse I’ve seen during my time here!” Celine’s words were as soothing, rhythmic, and delicately placed as her touch. “The most beautiful?” he asked. “Do you mean it?” The fur spread along Andrew’s chest and stomach, and soon began to gather at his crotch and buttocks. He was beginning to enjoy himself. Even as his shoulderblades moved into a forward position and invaded the shape and space his humeri, and the bones in his extremities stretched and realigned with new joints, he found respite in Celine’s kisses on his cheek, and the soft noises she made as his ears lengthened to points. They twitched and flicked, tickling against her hand as Celine caressed his newly grown mane. The growth he liked most of all, however, was his tail, which grew in before his midsection began to take the shape of his barrel, and before his thighs expanded to accommodate the weight and size of his rump. As his buttocks expanded and tightened, its thick hairs swept lightly across his anus which, newly exposed, caught the light cool breeze provided by his tail whenever he swished it back and forth. “Last is the bones in your face,” Celine said. “This part is going to be really hard, but I’m here for you. I love you. We’re going to make it through this together, okay?” Andrew’s cries of pain morphed into a shrill whinny as his neck pulled further from his shoulders and thickened, and the skin of his nostrils widened across his forming muzzle. The cracking sounds of his skull inching forward into a new size and shape rang inside Andrew’s head, and deafened him for the duration of the shift, but his sense of smell was increasing. As Celine embraced him and patted his flank, he caught a whiff of her perfume. It was the same perfume from their first night together, when he got far too drunk and had to have Celine cart him off to bed. Her hand at his sides again, he found the strength to endure the pain. When it was finished, Celine stepped in front of Andrew to study him. “My my,” she said, with satisfaction. “The little snip on the end of your muzzle is very cute.” She put her hand to Andrew’s nose and ran it up toward his ears. She stepped over to the side and tilted her head. “And your eyes are a beautiful shade of brown. What an impressive colt you’ve turned out to be.” Celine dressed quickly into her riding outfit and led him outside, where the smell of foliage and freshly-cut grass, carried on the warm summer wind, entered his nose and put him at ease. It was the kind of quiet, meditative moment he had been waiting for this whole time at the resort. He felt truly relaxed. In one light hop, Celine mounted Andrew’s back. She leaned forward and spoke softly. “We’ll take it slow first,” she said. “Get comfortable.” The two of them moved to the trail that connected to the main stables. They passed a few other riders still trying to get as much as they could out of the remaining light of day, who watched bewildered as the horse moved as the rider willed, without saddle or stirrup—only the faintest touch of her fingers on his neck.

Hey didja know that when Zelda travels to the dark world he becomes a helpless bunny and shows more skin? http://zelda.gamepedia.com/Bunny_Link  Because I didn’t! I just saw all the pink bunny butt on discord and wanted more.

@watdraws​ Bless you for such a magnificent idea.

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She finished off the cheese, feeling her nose and jaw take the new shape of a snout, and a thick pink tail slip from the waistband of her leggings and thump against the floor, slithering outward as it grew in length. Admiring its sleekness in the mirror and the feeling as it swished against the light bristle of her carpet, she felt loved, and loved herself, and with one last appreciative rub of her stomach below her sweatshirt, she pawed at the handle of her bedroom door and made another appearance.