Angela Jean's Equine Transformation

This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.

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Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.

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Angela Jean should never have taken the jade statuette from the strange, anthro equine. Of course, the strange thing was not that an anthro horse was giving it to her, for there were plenty of anthros in the world mingling with humans across different communities and lifestyles, but that it was given unprompted. Still, she had smiled and thanked him, merely giving him a dazzling smile as she took what she quite justly thought was her due.

To be fair, she was rather infatuated by anthro horses -- stallions most of all. But they didn't very often give women like her, slim and tasteful in a very human way, the time of day. She didn't understand it, but, well...it did make getting what she wanted, getting one into bed with her, rather difficult to say the least of it. She didn't want to see them entirely as sex objects, but her attraction was not something she could change either, as if it was something that burned through her entire being, claiming her completely and utterly.

That stallion, however, had given her more than the time of day, his fingers brushing hers as he had handed the statuette to her, the beautiful jade catching the light. Maybe he recognised her from the local acting gigs she had done, Angela thought to herself as she set the jade statuette on top of the mantlepiece in her little rental apartment, which was, to be fair, a little worse for wear. The mantlepiece was supposed to make it look cosy as if there had been a fake fireplace under it at one time, but there was nothing there at that time. Still, she stood back to admire the jade, running her fingers over it, the little horse's eyes seeming to glow.

She paused. Glowing? That was out of the ordinary for a rising starlet, though her skincare routine, really, was to die for.

Ah, but it was so much more than that...

The mirror above the mantle reflected her -- not that she spent a lot of time looking at herself in the mirror, no, of course not. But her blue eyes met those of her reflection, blonde hair wafting around her face as if it had been stirred up by an unseen breeze, heart pounding so much that Angela swore that she could see the pulse leaping and jumping at the point of her throat.

"Oh..."

It was her, her reflection, but something was different, even as she exhaled, her naturally pink lips parting there. She had not worn much make-up that day, only enough to make herself feel like she had put her face on properly for going out, but the mascara on her eyelashes seemed thicker and fuller, as if her eyes were becoming a focal point of her face.

She couldn't look away, bringing her hands to her face as her nose pushed out, though there was no sense of fear in her, even if Angela could not explain why she was so calm. It didn't make sense, quite honestly, but it didn't have to make sense, not as her eyes flicked between her face and the statuette, as if she was drawn to it.

The jade horse's eyes glowed a darker shade, luring her in, and she panted lightly through an open mouth as her face pressed out, skin darkening and shifting in shade. Yet that was not so, not as her whole body prickled with the growth of new hair, brighter and yellower, like one of her favourite equestrian-themed blankets had been when she was younger.

What was it? She tried to look, though her face swelling before her eyes, pushing her neat little nose out, made it more difficult to catch sight of the darker patches on her too, as if she was being spotted all over with an artist's brush. That didn't quite make sense, at least not to her, but she laughed all the same, moving her bare feet apart, toes curling into the short carpet of her living room. Though it would never be the same for her again.

She smiled and let her face expand, a sense of calm pulling over her like a cool shroud, as if she was standing outside in a fine drizzle. Although she had been wearing comfortable clothes for indoors, fitted yoga pants and a crop top, she slipped out of them so she could better see what was happening to her. Only, her hands didn't seem to be as dextrous as they had before, her fingers a little longer, nails becoming larger, almost...

Hoof-like? Was that even a thing?

Angela Jean had an inkling of what was happening, though was not quite sure yet, as much as she leaned into it all with a lusty whimper, wanting it, craving it all.

Oh, please, oh, please...

A horse. Yes! She could see it in the shape that her face drew out into, distinctly equine with a finely dished cheekbone showing through. With a golden-yellow coat, not fur, and black spots forming, though they came more slowly, she could not be anything else.

It was helpful, however, that it was her face that changed first, her lips thickening, though they would be just fine for talking soon enough. Her tongue thickened, fleshing out within her mouth, broadening to become more equine by the moment. Even her nostrils had to change and shift, pulling into the curves of horse nostrils, puckering and flaring as she breathed in and out. Her vision blurred as her eyes moved to the sides of her head, still with a more humanoid pupil but allowing her a greater range of vision -- the vision of a prey animal.

Still, it was hardly as if it was a world where equine anthros had to worry about things like that. Her throat trembled, a nicker bursting from her lips that caught her off-guard, though that would all become the norm in good time -- at least for Angela Jean.

Her ears tickled, pulling up to the top of her head, but there were other parts of her body changing too, her feet hardening -- or, at least, her toes. She pushed up onto them, standing tall, and let her toes fuse into strong hooves, tough and unyielding, all while her bones ached, readjusting themselves. There was no pain, of course, but still a disconcerting sensation of growth, taller as her spine elongated too to accommodate her shift in position.

Equines, after all, did not have feet and their legs worked differently, quite literally standing as if on their toes, which she knew already after having watched them for so long. Her heel became a hock, a round of bone that pointed back from her leg, the muscle of her calves filling out, becoming more powerful, showing the true strength of an equine anthro.

She couldn't help but let out a moan, grunting deeply, shifting her hips from one side to the other. Yet Angela still could not stop the heat from coursing through her, aching deeply, as if something that had been repressed for too long already was pumping through her veins. Maybe that was whatever the statuette was transforming her with, infusing her veins, trickling through her with beat after beat of her heart.

She grunted, licking her lips, feeling how it was different to even do that, her tongue not quite moving in the same way, though she was comfortable there, her thighs shaping themselves more nicely with another layer of muscle. A mare anthro, of course, had to be strong, after all, and the slim human legs simply would not do to carry a body like that around, her glutes tightening in anticipation of more to come.

Her spine stretched, elongating further, but that did not increase her height more than the few inches that had already come as a tail spilt from the base of it. She nickered throatily and bobbed her head, her equine eyelashes thick and heavy over her eyes, as if she had full makeup on -- yet that was exactly the way she was right then and there. She was sexy and she was glamourous -- and it was about time that she embodied that.

Her spotted hide caught her eye, even as her breasts grew a little, better matching her stronger shoulders, how they rounded out, giving her a shape that so very many would have died for. Her waist pulled in just a little bit more, for she had already had a great figure, highlighting the greater size of her breasts, the sexy hourglass shape that her hips drew her into.

Angela trembled, so much stronger than she had been already, her tail growing, though the sensation of it lengthening and dropping down over her bare rump to her thighs and then her calves was a little disconcerting, off-putting. It was ticklish, but not the kind of itch that she could scratch, leaving her feeling just a little bit denied, as if she was looking for something that simply wasn't there.

But that didn't matter, not as between her legs changed too, heat rising to her cheeks. The blush, however, could no longer be seen through the fine coat of Appaloosa equine hair on her body, the yellow hair so beautifully complemented by the many, many spots. They dotted her body from head to toe and, when she turned her head, she caught sight of them spotting her rump too, her tail flicking up just so she could take them in a little more.

Everything was coming together as she wanted, even if she had not known on beginning that day that she was going to get her wildest dream and fantasy fulfilled. To become the sexy glory of a mare, snorting softly, feeling strength and vibrancy tease through her body with every beat of her heart.

Between her legs, her folds softened. It was a delicate part of her, that much was obvious, but it was not sexual as that too transformed, the skin darkening, not covered in golden hair like the rest of her body, but gentler and lighter. Angela could almost feel just how sensitive they were going to be, how they would serve her in her new life as an anthro equine.

Angela giggled, pressing her fingers to her lips, the harder, hoof-like tips dancing over her lips, playing down the side of her muzzle. So much for being a starlet then! Sure, she'd been doing well in that gig, that job, finding her place in the world, but, well...why would she have any need for that? She'd lusted for anthro equines for so very long -- and now she was transforming into one, feeling as if she was most of the way there already!

Oh, there were better jobs for them, jobs that she had enjoyed very much on her laptop late at night, her hand between her legs, working away frantically as passions had risen. She'd needed it so badly, just fantasising about them working in the porn studios, putting on such kinky shows for the viewing pleasure of people just like her. And, back then, she'd not thought of what could have been, watching those glistening, sweaty bodies work away.

With a mare's sex pulling into a very light teardrop shape between her muscled thighs, plumping out with a mare's need, she knew that she could do so much more than be a mere starlet. She could relish in the strength of her body, oozing raw sexuality, a stallion dancing in her mind's eye as if she could already reach out and touch him.

"Oh, yesss..."

She should have been down on the bed or at least the sofa, but Angela panted lightly through her nostrils, licking her lips, as her fantasies ran wild. Her breasts pulled down, very lightly, under their own weight, nice and big and full, enough for the porn star that she so sorely wanted to be. But the nipples turned a shade darker than what her human form had boasted, showing the dark skin that her pale flesh had become, the pigment linking with her golden-yellow Appaloosa form.

Her tail thickened up and she swished it experimentally, making it twist and fall around her legs, even slipping between. There was more control there than she had expected, the dock sensitive as she laid it back down against and between the crease of her buttocks, and Angela smirked, hiding her giggle.

In the mirror, she watched as her hair pulled up, turning darker, matching the rich, sultry shade of her tail, black but with a touch of brown in it, showing when the light shone on it in just the right way. It was thick and full, the silky caress of her mane licking at her neck as it flickered and rippled, itching as it grew, though there was, of course, only sensation right at the roots. Even that was muted, only present at the time of its growth, for there were no nerve endings at the base of a horse's mane.

Just one of many things that Angela had to look forward to learning about horses, finding out all the little things that made equines who they were, but that she had never gotten the chance to experience for herself.

She turned her face back and forth, inspecting her long, thick eyelashes, batting them faintly, her eyes a deeper brown, the blue fading from them. She didn't need to be a blonde any longer, not like that, her eyes richer and darker, sultry pools that, even looking into the mirror, she could lose herself in. There was a ridge above her eyes, though no eyebrows, the hair of those melding seamlessly into the rest of her face, though there was still a lot of expression there. Her muzzle was a little shorter than some of the equines she had seen, her nostrils flared, her lips quirked up at the corners as if her face was fixed in a permanent smile.

And why wouldn't Angela want to smile?

She ran her fingers through her mane with a nicker of pleasure, getting the feel for her new vocal cords, how the air pulsed through her nostrils and over her tongue, shaping the sound. Yet her bare body was beautiful as it was, her shoulders strong, the lines down her body achingly smooth, her abdominal muscles even showing against the line of her obliques. Everything about her oozed raw sexuality, finally the embodiment of the anthro horses that she had adored for so long.

But to be a starlet... No, no, no, that would not do! Giving the jade statuette a blown kiss, she winked and sashayed her way from the living room, heading straight for her wardrobe in the bedroom. Of course, her body had changed and grown a little taller during her shift, bare hooves clip-clopping (more like tapping) lightly over the thinner carpet, so thin that she could feel the floorboards beneath through her sensitive hooves.

She frowned, pawing through her wardrobe, clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth. No... The apartment was not for her, not what she needed anymore. She deserved so much more, so very much more, dressing in a slinky black dress that hitched a lot further up her legs than it had before. It would have been demure if she had been wearing it for, perhaps, an audition where she had to be a bit classier and wanted to dress up for the part, but she didn't have to do that anymore.

Heading down to the porn studio that she had been toying with seeing, before, if she could do some work for when paying the bills had been a bit tight (but hadn't wanted to do so as a woman), the equine grinned, radiating confidence. The black dress slit up the side, revealing a daring slice of upper thigh that reached shockingly high, barely covering all that it needed to as she revelled in her newfound sexuality.

They loved her at the studio, dragging her in immediately and asking her all sorts of questions. To be fair to Angela, it was all a bit of a blur, one thing after the other racing by, snapping at the heels of whatever had preceded it. One question, one more question -- oh, and what movies would she like to do? She smiled and answered them all, her bust rising tastefully yet prominently over the neckline of her dress. It would have been modest on her before, but Angela no longer saw any reason at all to be modest when she could simply be herself. Being a gorgeous Appaloosa mare, well...it let her do so much more.

She'd have to find a way, one day, to thank the stallion that had given her the statuette. Maybe he had recognised her true talent in life?

Maybe. Or maybe she should just get on with it and enjoy herself.

On her first shoot, she grinned, bare but for her yellow hide, practically glowing beneath the flattering lights. She didn't feel naked there, not at all, though the stallion behind the main camera, checking that everything was set up to his liking, was very familiar to her.

So... The director was the stallion that had given her the statuette. She grinned, blowing him a kiss and wiggling her hips. Everything, in the end, had worked out just the way she wanted. And, from that point on, she would never be at a loss for every last one of the hot studs that she deserved and desired, lustful stallion body after body on top of her, under her, wherever she wanted them.

"Are you ready, Angela Jean?"

She grinned and posed, an arm stretched above her head, the light falling over her breasts perfectly, all in a way that the eye could not help falling to them.

"I was transformed ready!"

She didn't know if he got the joke as the lights turned up, leaving no room for shadows on her perfect body. And, with the first set of studs there to please her and be pleased by her, Angela had more than enough to handle on her own.

Getting transformed into an equine was the best thing that could ever have happened to her!