The alarm on Sacha's phone went off on the small table beside his bed, but Sacha was hardly eager to get up. It was early in the morning, and Sacha had spent a long night in bed with an unshakable arousal that he just could not resolve, resulting in many orgasms, and ruined underwear soaked in his seed.

Sacha reached a pink hide hand to the small table. He blindly fumbled for the phone, and while he couldn't hit the snooze button, he tossed the phone and let it land on a pile of clean clothes on the floor. "Ugh..." he groaned as the light from the sun beamed through the window and hit his eyes. He turned his head, and opened up his eyes slowly. It felt as if he were recovering from a terrible hangover, minus the head pain.

Sacha let out a frustrated sigh. He blinked his eyes a few times as he stared up at the ceiling. He knew he wasn't going to get back to sleep. I guess since I'm up, may as well do something. He thought to himself. He reached up to pull the blinds shut.
Then, he paused.

Sacha stared at his arm with wide eyes. It wasn't the tone of his arm that threw him off, it looked the same, but the hide color of his equine hide was a bright pink. "What...what the fuck?" Sacha looked at his other arm, and his eyes widened. He quickly got over his false hangover, and rushed to the bathroom right across the hallway from his room. He slammed the bathroom door shut, and took a look at himself in the mirror.

Sacha stared back at his equine form, but his hide was entirely a bright pink. He even had slightly darker pink hair that went down past his butt, almost right to his hooves. Sacha placed one pink hand on the full length mirror as he stared at his pink reflection. "What...how?" he clenched his hand into a fist. "UGH!"

"What was THAT noise?!" A feminine voice called out from behind the closed bathroom door. "Are you jacking off in there again?!"

Sacha's large teardrop ears lowered when he heard the noise. "No Melody!" He quickly replied. He still couldn't believe what happened to his hide, but then his mind went to Melody. "You didn't do this to me did you? I swear if this doesn't wash off, I'm going to be so pissed."

"What did I do to you?" Melody called back through the door. The handle jiggled, but the locked bathroom door kept her out.

"You know damn well what you did, and I bet you're out there with a camera phone RIGHT now ready to record my damn reaction for Ewetube." It seemed so obvious to Sacha. He couldn't remember what exactly happened last night, but he imagined himself taking a shower before bed, and Melody rigging his shampoo with a dye of some sort. "If you REALLY didn't do this, then give me your phone underneath the door!"

"Yeah right, I don't know what you did, and I bet you're going to do something with my phone if I give it to you!" Melody replied back.

"You and I both know better than to mess around with each other's expensive phones. Just like, slide it halfway under the door or something then so I know you're not recording me!" Melody was Sacha's sister, and the two got along about as well as any other pair of siblings. There were pranks between the two, but they knew not to cross the line, at least repeatedly.

There was a short delay before there was the sound of shuffling underneath the door. A black phone slid partially underneath, currently turned off. "Here. Happy?"

Sacha wished he could say he was. He had a feeling that Melody was planning something, whether it was another phone, or maybe the microphone was just turned on. "Fine...I swear to god if you're recording this though." He unlocked the bathroom door, and slowly opened it towards him.

Melody was an equine anthro. If one were to look at the two, it would be hard to tell that the two were related in the first place. Melody had light gray equine hide and dyed blue hair, much shorter than Sacha's. To call Melody fat would have been an understatement, she was flat out beyond obese. Her stomach was big enough to almost drag on the ground, while her ass was twice the size of her gut. Her thighs and legs were absolutely massive and jiggled with each step. She had a black tank top and a checkered kilt that hid everything that needed to be hidden. Upon seeing Sacha, Melody suddenly grinned, and began to snicker. "Heh...heh...what happened to you?!"

Sacha glared at his sister. The two's bodies were vastly different when it came to weight, and Sacha had more than once made fun of Melody for it. "I don't know, but I'm pretty sure YOU had something to do with it." Sacha turned to the shower, and started to examine the soaps and shampoos for anything that had a pink dye in it.

Melody kept her huge smile. "I don't know what you're talking about. I know whoever did do this to you has a REAL good sense of humor though!"

Sacha tossed a good five bottles of shampoo and conditioner onto the tub before he let out a groan. "You've got this stupid grin on your face that tells me you're lying! I came home, showered, and that must have turned my hide pink and I didn't even notice it until after my hangover."

"First off, you would have noticed the dye if it were in your shampoo while you were doing it. Second, it would have been uneven, THIRD, you didn't shower. I can smell you from here." Melody rolled her eyes. Her grin slowly faded. "I don't know what happened to you, but if you're going to be like this to me, then you kind of deserved it!"

Sacha wanted to come up with a response, but he raised his armpits, and gave a quick smell. "Okay...you...might be right about the shower part." He concluded, though he hated to admit that she was right. "Still, you know it, I know it, my hide isn't supposed to be fucking pink!"

Melody crossed her arms over the top of her massive chest. "Duh. You're...well, you WERE gray like me. See if it washes off, and try to remember what the hell you did last night. I was in bed by the time you got home, but I heard a ton of stumbling around and saw you look like you were drunker than a hobo on dollar drink Friday."

"Hold onto that thought because I'm going to tell you everything that is wrong with it once I'm no longer pink" Sacha closed the door in front of Melody, took off his clothes, and took a shower. As he stood in the bathtub, he checked every part of his body to make sure that it was only his hide that changed, and he was thankful that it was just the color of his hide. I think the same too, and I'm still the same between my legs. THAT is the important stuff. He thought to himself as he looked down to his equine cock. His shaft was a few shades of pink darker than his hide, but lighter than his mane and tail. He let out a sigh of relief as he let the hot water wash over his pink hide, and he scrubbed at his hide to try to get the pink color to wash out. Despite Sacha using a luffa, no matter how hard he scrubbed, it felt as if he was sooner going to scrub away his muscles and bone than he would the pink color.

Sacha lost track of how long he spent in the shower. He spent so long in there that he actually ran out of hot water which made him turn off the shower. He looked at his form again, still in disbelief, and dried himself off. "Everyone at the nightclub is going to laugh me out of there for this shit." He put on a pair of black jeans, and a white long sleeve hoodie before he went out to the living room to spot Melody sitting on the couch, taking up the entire couch with her generous weight.

"You look like you're trying to hide your new beautiful hide to the world." Melody said with a frown. "It's like...90 degrees out there, you really going to wear a long sleeve hoodie?"

"I'm not going outside." Sacha crossed his arms with a pout. "I don't know WHAT happened, but I'm going to be the fucking laughingstock of the world if I go out looking like this!"

Melody shrugged. "I mean, if I were you, I'd go out determined to find out what happened last night so I can figure out how to make my hide not pink again, but hey, you look really cute-"

"That's it!" Sacha cut Melody off. "You can go out for me! You can ask people what happened to me last night. Here." Sacha walked over to a computer in the living room, and grabbed a piece of paper from the printer, as well as a pen. "I'll write down everything I remember, and you can start from there. You can take your cell phone and call me with any updates, and I'll look up and do everything I can to get this pink off of my hide."

"I'm not doing your dirty work." Melody leaned back on the couch, straining the back with her own backside. "If you want to find out what happened to you, then YOU have to get off your cute pink butt, and go out into the world! I know it's hard, I know I get made fun of for my weight, but I'm still out there, and so can you with your pink hide. Besides, some girls might think it's attractive."

Sacha glared angrily at Melody, but he then let out a defeated sigh. "Fine, whatever. I think I was at the mall. I don't remember what I was doing there though."

Melody's eyes lit up. "Oh, we can go get some new clothes that really shows off your body." She stood up, and her fat wobbled heavily. "I know this great place that has clothes that just fit so wonderfully."

Sacha loathed the idea of clothes shopping, but he knew having someone else with him couldn't hurt, especially someone that wasn't laughing at him constantly for his pink hide. Plus, as much as he hated to admit it, his clothes felt tight around his ass and legs. "Fine, whatever." Sacha grabbed his own cell phone. "If nothing else, I can be alone in the changing rooms at least."

"Then it's settled!" Melody grabbed Sacha's wrist, and the two were soon out of the home, and on the way to the mall.

"H-hey, slow down!" It was too late for Sacha. Melody wasn't just big, she was strong. Sacha knew he was stronger, at least, he used to be stronger, but now he was nothing compared to her. His body was easily pulled along with her Sacha's truck. Melody couldn't even fit in most cars, so Sacha had to be the one to do the driving most of the time. Melody hopped in the back of the pickup truck, and with a frustrated sigh, Sacha got in the driver's seat, and drove off to the mall.

The mall was an inside mall with plenty of different stores, although the majority of them were clothing stores of some sort, including one that was literally just all hats for some reason. Sacha drove his red pickup truck to the mall into the large parking garage. While he normally liked a front row parking spot, Sacha drove the car to the very top of the parking garage where few cars were, if only to reduce the amount of people that would see him. Once he parked his car, he hopped out of it onto the hot asphalt beneath him. 
He knew he was at the mall yesterday, he just didn't remember what he did. "If anyone asks, I'm not who I am." He told Melody in a hushed tone.

"Then who are you if you're not who you are? You still look totally like Sacha." Melody rolled her eyes at him. "Okay, maybe your hips are a bit wider than I last remember them being."

Sacha did have a feeling that his clothes dug into his waist more than he wanted to admit. He looked down at his hips, and he blinked a few times, as if to clear his vision. Are my hips...bigger? He thought to himself. He looked away, and shook his head slightly. No. No, it's just my hide that's different. Nothing else has changed about me. He thought to himself. "I don't know. I don't need to give out my name to every fucking person in the mall, let's just go. I think I went to that tiny arcade for a little bit first. Maybe the security guard will let me see the cameras."

"But what you REALLY need are some new clothes that goes with your pink hide." Melody gave Sacha a poke, and grinned with her flabby face. "There's this really good shop that sells a lot of women's clothing. It sells some men, but it's pretty...well...they're often not worn by straight men, if you get my drift."

"I'm not wearing THAT kind of clothing!" Sacha knew exactly the store that Melody was talking about, and while the store itself didn't sell clothes exclusively to such men, he knew the store had gained a reputation on the streets for doing it, and that's all he needed to know. "We're not here for...mph, shopping." Although he knew that fitting rooms would be the best he could get for privacy besides bathrooms, he also knew he wasn't going to get anything done in them. An arcade would at least be dark and distracting for others. "If you want to go clothes shopping, then go ahead, but I've got work to do."

Melody pouted. "You don't even want to look? I can tell you're really getting uncomfortable in your pants. You've been wiggling nonstop in the car."

Sacha groaned at that. It was true, he swore his hips not only felt wider, but his pants were feeling uncomfortable around his legs too, as if it wasn't just his hide changing, but far more of him than he realized. "Fine, a better pair of pants, and then the arcade." With that, he walked through the double doors, and into the mall with Melody.

The interior of the mall was clean with white walls, white floors, and a white ceiling with plenty of LED lighting. Posters for movies and advertisements for other stores were plastered along the walls of the wide hallway. The hallway led to the main interior of the multi-story mall, where there were plenty of people. The mall wasn't quite crowded, but it was busy enough that a person walking through it would have to dodge some people. The very roof of the main part of the mall had a glass ceiling to let the sun shine through and light up the building.

Melody led the way for Sacha. She pulled him to a massive clothing store, lined up with pitch black faceless mannequins dressed in clothes nobody would wear for the window displays. Most of the clothing was for women, and while there was a men section, it was fairly limited.

Sacha hated clothing stores, just like most average men did. If Melody hadn't been pulling him along, he would have taken his sweet time getting there. Once in the store though, he glanced around with a sigh. Part of him wanted to just go hiding in the fitting room until they left, but he dare not let Melody decide on his new attire. His pants dug into his waist by now, a bit painfully at that. "I just need something that stretches." He said, with crossed arms. "Bigger than a 32."

Melody bumped Sacha with her weight, and a grin. "Your options might be pretty limited then." She waddled to the men's section, her fat sides bumped and knocked over various displays, but she didn't seem to care about that. She pulled up a black pair of shorts with white stripes, and tossed them over to Sacha. "Those would look good on you!"

Sacha grimaced at the shorts. "I want pants." He wanted to be firm about that, even if his legs felt itchy underneath his current pair of pants. The less he could show of his pink equine hide, the better. "Long pants, and maybe some shoes, too."

"You know shoes don't go with hooves at all." Melody rolled her eyes. Her flabby arm smacked Sacha as she gave him the shorts. "Just try them on, I bet you'll love them."

Sacha turned his head, and he grabbed a black winter jacket with a hood, as well as a ski mask. "I'd rather wear something much more like these."

"You know how hot you're going to get in that?" Melody rolled her eyes. Her massive hips bumped Sacha away from the winter coats. "Let's say you want to ask people what happened last night. Who do you think they're going to open up more to? Someone exposing some hide, or someone wearing all black with a stupid mask on?"

Sacha wanted to come up with a witty reply, but he was too frustrated to think straight. "I...ugh..." he shook his head at the large equine. "Fine, whatever. If I put on the shorts, can we go where I want to go now?" Deep down, he wondered why Melody was taking this so light heartedly. True, Sacha didn't feel any different besides his hide color and his widening...features, but he swore Melody should have been more worried about him than how she was now. He wondered if she really did have a part in changing him.

"Of course." Melody nodded with a suddenly serious look on her face. She offered him the shorts again.

Sacha snatched the shorts from her, and stomped off to a dressing room. He closed the door, and with a sigh, he took off his clothing to show off his pink hide once more. Sacha stared at his reflection, and then he looked down at his hips. He couldn't deny that his hips and legs were definitely thicker than he remembered, though the top half of him was still normal. "If Melody changed my hide color...how the hell would she have been able to change my butt?" he turned around to show off his large equine ass behind him, and his long pink girlish tail. Had he taken a picture waist down, it was incredibly likely someone would have mistaken him for a woman. In fact, a picture of his backside in general and someone could have mistaken Sacha for a girl. He was still flat chested in the front, and he had his equine cock, but besides that, he looked more like a woman than he did a man. "It looks like I'm turning into some fucking trap or something..." he mumbled to himself.

Yet, the more Sacha stared at himself in the mirror, the more he felt a pulsing sensation between his legs. As an equine anthro, his cock was already larger than average, and it created one large downside where if he had an erection in public, it was incredibly difficult to hide.

Sacha continued to look at himself with wide eyes. He looked down at his shaft, and then he quickly turned away from his body. He didn't want to admit it, but he felt aroused at his own body, if because of his wide hips and large rear. Sacha's hide covered hands brushed over his body slowly, and he shivered at the sensations. His equine shaft twitched eagerly, and he had a small thought of his ass getting...pounded by a shaft.

Is it not just my body changing...but my thoughts too? Not even Melody could do this. Sacha felt a twinge of uncertainty now. He was more worried about his body, and mind, than before. He grabbed his old pair of pants to get dressed in his normal suit again, yet he found that his old pants couldn't pull up beyond his knees! His thighs and ass had grown so much that he just couldn't fit into his old bottom, although his hoodie still fit him, it rode up and revealed a bit of a midriff.

Sacha grimaced as he put on the shorts that Melody had gotten for him earlier. The shorts were tight, but they managed to fit around his growing form. Much like his hoodie though, it was rather revealing. The top of his bare pink ass could be seen from behind, and he had a visible bulge in front, one that he knew he couldn't hide even if he wasn't aroused at his changing form. Sacha looked at himself in the mirror, and he felt his cock pulse again. He looked less like a strong male equine, and more like a trap getting ready for a night on the town to find some boys.

"Fucking unbelievable..." Sacha turned towards the door, but he noticed his erection still stuck with him, and it wasn't going down. Sacha reached forward to touch his cock to try to lower it, but upon his pink hide hands touching his shaft, he shivered at the pleasurable sensations. He turned back to the mirror, and he felt his cock throb hard once more. "...ugh, you're not going to go down easily, are you?" he muttered. He reached underneath his shorts and underwear, and slowly stroked his shaft. "Five minutes, that's all you get."

Sacha fell back against the bench in the changing room. He kept his eyes on the mirror as he stroked his shaft. He wished his erection would go away on its own, but since it didn't seem to want to go anywhere, he was just going to get rid of it the 'old fashioned way', so to speak. He stroked and massaged his cock with one hand as he leaned back against the back of the changing room. He let out a light moan as he kept his eyes on his body. He wished he wasn't as appealing to himself as he was, but he couldn't help it. He just imagined pounding a body like the one he had with those thick thighs.

Sacha knew he shouldn't masturbate, let alone to his own body, but his cock was just not going to do down on its own. With a few more quick strokes, he felt the pressure build, and a hint of pre escaped. His legs quivered, and he tightly gripped his cock as he came in the dressing room, hitting the wall with his seed.

Sacha took a moment to recover. He slumped against the bunch as his cock leaked hints of seed on the ground. He couldn't believe he had just orgasmed, and to his own body no less! He had to find out what was going on, and who changed him into this, and what he could do to reverse it. Sacha covered himself up with shorts, and then opened the door a bit. He noticed Melody wasn't there, and he was both thankful, and a little worried. He hated leaving the fitting room a mess as it was, but he didn't want to be that guy to have to explain WHY he made the mess he made. He glanced to the left, and then to the right. He saw nobody around, so he took that time to leave and look for Melody in the store.

Sacha found Melody in the swimsuit section. It was that time of year to go shopping for such things after all. Sacha groaned at the sight of Melody comparing some of the biggest swimwear the store had with her own chest. "Clothes in normal stores don't fit you Melody, we've been over this!" he said as he walked up to her side.

"Hey, I want to find something that looks good so I can order it online to be custom made, no big deal." Melody stuck out her flat tongue to Sacha as she held a black silk bra over her chest, a bra that was far too small for her size. "I got to say, you look really interesting like that too. You trying to get all the boys in your yard?"

Sacha grimaced up at Melody. "Okay first off, that's a really old song, second, I outgrew my pants, as if you can't already tell by the size of my...rear."

Melody giggled down at Sacha. "You really do look like you could attract some cute boys to that ass of yours. It's a good look on you!" She looked down to the bra she held, and with a casual shrug, she tossed it aside. "So, where are we going next?"

"I'm going to the arcade to figure out what the hell happened to my body." Sacha grimaced up at Melody. He didn't want to respond about the 'cute boys' part. He did not judge a person based on their sexuality, but he knew he was straight, he was confident of it. The thing he did in the changing room meant nothing to him, he just needed to relieve some tension. At least, that's what he kept telling himself.

"A body like yours in the arcade? I wonder what kind of attention that will give." Melody giggled at him with a smile.

Sacha gave Melody a serious look as he made his way out of the clothing store. "Melody, you're my sis, I get that, we make fun of each other, we tease each other, it's what siblings do, but why aren't you taking this as serious as I am? I mean, just look at me. I'm some sort of freak. I'm like the biggest fem-boy in existence at this point, how can you not be worried about me?"

"I do care about you." Melody put a hand on Sacha's shoulder and paused his steps, as well as her own. "I really do, but you're taking this too seriously. I don't know how you got transformed, and I don't know why, but if you've ever seen the movies, people who look more into these things often find themselves worse off than before. Personally, I think you need to take your losses, accept the new you for who you are, and move on with your life before you start taking cocks up your ass on a regular basis and liking it."

"Yeah well, I don't exactly have closure by waking up looking like this. What the hell is my job going to think of when they see me walk in like this?" While Sacha didn't move forward, he turned around and showed off his thin top, but his very wide bottom and thighs.

Melody rolled her eyes. "Don't you work as a DJ at a nightclub, behind a counter, up high where nobody sees you, at a place that will absolutely accept you regardless of ethnicity, sexual preference, anthro, or otherwise?"

Sacha opened his mouth to retort to Melody, yet he couldn't think of anything. She was right. Sacha worked at a DJ club that did not care what a person looked like, or behaved. If they weren't violent, and they could 'rock up the club' as they said, then they could work there. "You think they're just going to look at me and go 'Hey Sacha' though? I look so...different."

"You're not the first person that's been transformed in this world." Melody walked over to a bench, and sat on it to try to get some rest. The bench promptly broke in two. With a grunt, she just sat on the floor.

Sacha's ears twitched. "...what did you just say?"

"You honestly don't know?" Melody raised a brow. "There's a club that's like AA, except this is TFA- Transformed Anonymous. There's a group of people that have supposedly been transformed and they meet up every week to deal with their new changes, whether it be physical, mental, or both. A bunch of people think it's crazy talk though, hell I didn't believe it myself until I saw you."

"Why did you not tell me about this earlier?" Sacha put his hands on his plump thighs. Once he realized exactly what he did though, he was quick to take them off. He blushed lightly underneath his pink hide.

"Because I talked to someone about you while you were in the changing room and they mentioned it, and that reminded me about it." Melody scoffed. "Crazy clubs aren't exactly the kind of thing you remember on a whim, you know?"

Sacha put his hand to his face. "Ugh...I...when the hell is this group meeting?" He wasn't sure if the group would know anything about how they were transformed, but if it were real, and if the group was serious, maybe they could help him figure out what exactly was going on.

"What, you don't want to go to the arcade and show off that big feminine booty?" Melody smiled slightly at Sacha.

Sacha was ready to punch Melody for a comment like that. "I just...I...you know, I still need to try to figure out what happened, and unless they're meeting right here and right now, there's time to look and see if the arcade knows anything at least."

"They probably have a website." Melody shrugged, and gave Sacha a light hug from behind. "You know I'm still just teasing you, right? I don't care what you look like, or even if you're different mentally, you're still the same Sacha to me."

Sacha nodded with a grimace on his face. "Y-yeah, thanks. Come on, let go, and let's go."

The two walked off to the arcade over at the corner of the mall. While there were some people in the arcade, it was still the middle of the day, so it wasn't nearly as crowded as it could have been. There was a buff security anthro canine German Shepard with brown fur on his sides and back, and black in front. As Sacha and Melody approached the wide open entrance of the arcade, the dog watched them with an emotionless expression. "Are you actually coherent today?" the dog asked.

Sacha and Melody paused in their tracks. Sacha looked over to the canine with a confused look. "Coherent? What do you mean by that?"

The canine bared his fangs slightly. "You're either playing dumb, or you were REALLY out of it yesterday."

"He is pretty dumb, but he's a pretty poor liar." Melody stood on the other side of Sacha as she replied to the security guard with a smirk.

Sacha let out an annoyed sigh. "Ignore her...and yeah, I don't know what you mean. What did I do last night?"

"You came here drunker than a boozehound during happy hour." The canine crossed his buff furry arms. "We sell alcohol in here so don't get me wrong, but we don't like drunkards. You wanted in when you were already wasted, I said no, you got angry and wanted to fight, some bystander helped you stand down and called you a cab so you could get a ride home."

Sacha scratched his pink hair. "I don't remember any of that." he turned to Melody, and then he looked back at the dog. "Sorry. I uh....did I already look like this? By that I mean like all...pink?"

"Well, you weren't the same hide color, and you definitely weren't as...thick." The canine looked down to Sacha's very wide hips and large ass. "But I recognize that face anywhere. It's not every day a puny horse wants to try to pick a fight with everyone."

Sacha blushed underneath his hide. "F-fine, so I got changed after the arcade, and I was drunk, but I couldn't have gone straight home if I was transformed by something, or someone! Unless it just happened overnight or something, and nobody changes hide color overnight!" He turned to Melody with a grimace. "You don't know what I was like when I came home?"

"I was already in bed. Your damn loud ass stumbling woke me up, but because I knew it was you, I didn't bother getting up. Not unless I heard a REALLY big bang, which I didn't." Melody replied with an eye roll. "I told you that already."

Sacha had to give it a brief thought. "Don't the taxi cabs have cameras or microphones for security reasons?" He asked Melody. "It would be pretty stupid not to have such things...I know they talk about how they don't have any money so they aren't worth robbing, but you know how people can be with that." Sacha tapped his chin slowly. "Maybe we can figure out what taxi cab I rode in..."

"Oooor you can accept you for you and not make things worse." Melody cut off Sacha. "You look weird, but can you imagine what might happen if it gets worse? You could become a butt slut femboy physically, AND mentally. No offense when I say I'd rather not live with someone who behaves like that."

"Don't jinx me with stuff like that." Sacha turned with a small huff, and crossed his arms. He looked up at the security guard, and then he slowly turned back to him. "Right, sorry again. I don't normally drink like that." Sacha could barely remember drinking at all. He knew he wasn't an alcoholic, in fact, he couldn't even remember the last time alcohol touched his lips. Maybe somebody drugged me or something. He thought to himself.

Sacha and Melody walked away from the security guard, and the arcade together side by side.
"I guess...I don't have to go hunting around to see any information about the cabs." Sacha said quietly. "But I am curious about those meetings of transformation victims."

"I was told they were meeting tonight." Melody reached into her pocket, and pulled out a slip of paper. She handed it off to Sacha. "The building is one of those multi-business buildings from what I remember."

Sacha grabbed the card, and examined the address. He didn't recognize it, but he figured he had little other leads. He either had to call the cabs to pinpoint when he was changed, or go to a support group to help him deal with his changes.
He also thought that maybe, just maybe, they would know something about his situation, such as a person that could have changed him. "Alright, I'll go there."

The meeting took place later that evening, right around six at night. Sacha and Melody spent the day at home, and Sacha tried to get on with his life, but every time he saw his reflection, whether it was through a mirror, a monitor, or glass of some sort, he was reminded of his new feminine form, and how humiliating he felt wearing the clothing he had purchased earlier, but he had very few other options. A good thirty minutes before the meeting, Sacha took off by himself to drive to the building. He had taken a look at the place beforehand online, and it seemed like a safe enough place.

The building was located on one of the main roads, not far from an active strip mall. It looked like a standard business building with a sign that just gave away its address and said "Courtyard Commons" on the sign. The grass and parking lot was well maintained, and there were a few cars in the parking lot varying in condition from great, to poor. Sacha drove to that parking lot, and parked his car a few spots away from a red one. Once parked, he then made his way to the double set of glass doors, and into the building.

The interior of the building was clean, though it smelled faintly of cigarettes. There were two decorative plants on the side, as well as an elevator and a staircase. Sacha looked down at the note he had obtained, and noted the room. He made his way to the room in the building, and he noticed there was a door, as well as reinforced glass to show what the inside of the room looked like. Brandon looked inside, and it looked like a stereotypical therapy room of sorts. He noticed there was a table of refreshments, and an array of chairs set up in a circle, with multiple anthros in that circle. While their mouths moved, Sacha could not make out exactly what they were saying.

This is so embarrassing. He thought to himself. He moved to the wooden door, and put his hand on the cold metal handle. He was hesitant to enter the room, but he thought if there was someone, anyone that could help him out with his situation of being transformed, and who might have done it, then this would be the group to do it in. He took a deep breath, steeled himself, and opened up the door.

On one of the seats sat another horse, a masculine horse anthro with almost fully black hide. Surrounding him was a combination of other anthros of mostly female consisting of a cat, dog, and a bird, fairly simple anthros that one might find on the street. The horse wore a black tuxedo suit, and when Sacha opened the door, the horse smiled at him. "Hello there, care to join us in our meeting?"

The bird, a yellow bird with sharp looking feathers and a yellow suit glared at Sacha with blue beady eyes. "Or are you just going to make fun of us like everybody else?"

Sacha couldn't believe it. Had the small group of normal anthros just walked about on the street, he wouldn't have thought of anything different. "This is the uh...group of people that have been transformed, right?" He asked as he kept the door held open.

The horse nodded. "It is. Whether you choose to believe we have been changed or not however, is up to you. Many call us crazy, others just think we're role-playing, but indeed, whether you choose to believe it or not, we were not born the same as we are now."

"We were JUST in the middle of talking about the risk of pregnancy when you used to be a guy." The bird said again as she turned to the dog, a husky whom was also a female. "Go on."

The female husky wore a shirt and jeans, boyish clothing despite being a woman. "I just heard cases of a man not only becoming a woman, but also getting knocked up. There is no clinic in the world that can both provide a sex change and make you pregnant."

"No sane transformed person in the world is going to want to get pregnant." The cat spoke up with a grimace. The cat, also female, had six tits that ran down her front side, covered up by a sweatshirt, which was a little unusual to wear, but she didn't seem to care about that, or her sweat that was caused by it.

"That's why magic could make you either in heat, or get easily pregnant at the drop of a hat. Did you clean up someone's jizz and you didn't wear gloves? Congrats, you're becoming a mother!"

Sacha couldn't believe his ears. His mind raced with questions that he wasn't sure if he should even ask about or not.

The black male horse then turned to Sacha, as if on cue. "And what about you? Do you know of any examples of pregnancy becoming easier to achieve? Or perhaps...harder?"

The bird inspected Sacha slowly. "He looks like he might have been a 'she' that was turned into a 'he'. That'd be REALLY lucky considering some of these other changes."

Sacha shook his head with his back against the door. "No, I was born male, and I'm still male! I'm just...I don't know who did it, so I'm trying to get answers!"

The horse rubbed his chin. "Ah. Most newcomers often have a rather...let's just call it selfish reason to come here such as that. Listen, we're not a group that helps you return to your original form. We're the group that teaches acceptance over the form and mindset that you have. We simply don't have the capability to return you to normal, and I personally doubt the person that changed you, would want to change you back."

"And that's even IF you learned your lesson." The cat added. "Believe you me, we've all got stories. It's never just us that's been transformed, but friends, family, hell, some people claim the world once had no anthros and it was just full of humans and feral animals until one day 'poof' anthros decided to just exist. Someone tell me how the hell that's possible!"

Sacha would have definitely thought this group was insane, had he not experienced his own transformation. He didn't want to hang around this group of people longer than he needed to in order to get the information he needed from them, if they could even offer any to begin with. "Yeah well...okay, let's say for all intent and purposes, I accepted what I became and I found the source of what transformed me, what would I do?"

"How would you know you found the source?" The horse asked. "Would it just openly tell you?"

"Even then, it depends on what it is. If it's that sorceress..." The dog started, then grimaced. "Ugh..."

"What sorceress?" Now Sacha was more curious than anything. He was unaware of any sorceress of sorts, or even if they existed. Then again, with the form he was given, he was more likely to believe the unordinary now more than ever.

"Forget it." The horse waved his hand dismissively. "I can tell you'd want to pick a fight with her, and you are much better off just accepting your new form. Plenty of girls out there that like a body type such as your own." He paused before he quickly added. "Assuming you're into girls, or ever were, or, well you know where I'm going with this."

"Look, I promise I won't fight her." Sacha raised his left hand. "I'll pinkie swear or blood oath or whatever the hell it is you want me to do, just tell me as much as you know about her."

The group looked among one another before the horse let out a small sigh. "Fine, but you have to close the door, and have a seat."

Sacha did just as instructed. He made his way to the seat, and helped himself. Sitting was a little annoying with his much bigger ass, and he could feel the increased sensitivity back there too. He squeezed his lips together, and just tried to ignore the sensations. "Alright, tell me."

"The sorceress is a horse, sort of like us." The horse leaned towards Sacha. "But she is very powerful. It is rumored it was her that changed the world into anthros, and overnight at that. No one is really sure just how strong she is, but what we do know is that she often transforms people purely for her perverted amusement, often into females, or fem-boys, or so many other things, depending on a number of factors. I'm not sure where she even lives, but I know that there have been people here that wanted to know where to find this sorceress besides you, and every single time, they did not come back. Whether that was because they accepted their new life or...otherwise, I cannot say for sure. The sheer fact is, if it WAS this sorceress that changed you, you're better off not pursuing her. Accept your new life with our help, and you'll still be able to live long and happy."

Sacha only listened to the parts the horse said that he was interested in. He still doubted the existence of a sorceress, but of course there had to be some reason he was changed into a fem-boy of sorts, one that was aroused by himself at his own ass. The image of his ass in the mirror made his shaft gently throb between his legs. "How do you know all of this, anyways?"

The anthros in the group fell silent. They looked over to the bird, whom had her head held down and looked at her own breast. "...because she had her way with me after I transformed." She said quietly. "I used to be a human male. I remember it, plain and simple, but then I got mad at this horse and gave her the middle finger. She said if she was going to give me the bird, then she'd happily take it...so she turned me into this and..." She turned away from Sacha.

Sacha went as silent as the rest of the group went when he heard the bird talk. Had he been normal, he would have commented how she probably deserved it, but he figured that, whatever he had done last night, had possibly angered whatever transformed him too. He still had a feeling he didn't get the whole story from her though. "You ever think to get a large group of people that had been transformed by this sorceress and attack then? Or maybe study up on her weaknesses? Do SOMETHING besides just try to 'deal with it' because that just sounds a bit weak."

"How do you stop someone that has the supposed capability to change the entire world with a snap of their fingers?" The horse asked with a monotone voice, his eyes stared at Sacha with a grimace. "We don't know how powerful that person could truly be, but imagine if they have the ability to make you just...stop existing. Like, no longer around, they make someone vanish and all traces of them. Their friends, their family, nobody remembers who they are. Who knows how many people vanished like that. Who knows what kind of god exists that would let a person like that exist?! Is that truly someone you want to try to deal with, with ANY amount of people?"

Sacha wasn't sure how to respond to such a question. It felt like they were discussing something that they weren't sure if it even existed or not. He couldn't prove it didn't happen, but he couldn't prove it did happen. "Nobody gets erased like that." he said, although it was very weak. "Do they?"

"We don't know. And that's just it, it's what we don't know about the sorceress that's so frightening. What is she capable of? We don't know, and honestly, we don't really want to find out. At least, I know I don't."

Sacha turned his head to the side with a sigh. Part of him was glad to learn more information, but he knew he was going to get nowhere fast with this group. "Alright, thanks for the help." He made his way back to the door, but the other male horse called out to him before he could open it.

"You're always welcome to stay here. If you've lost your friends or family, we can help you build your life anew. No reason to throw your life away." The horse said in a serious tone. "Not for the unknown."

Sacha was quiet for a moment as he had his pink back turned to the group. He could tell they all had their eyes on him, wondering what he was going to say. Sacha didn't get a name to go after, and he doubted they would be willing to give it to him, but he had something to go on at least. "I appreciate the offer, but I've got to get to my job." He responded. It was the truth, and also a reason to escape from that group. Sacha wasn't sure if he intended on returning, not to people who would just accept their fate as changed ones.

Sacha left the group without another single word, nor did he turn to see what they had to say to him. He walked to his car silently, with his hands clenched into fists. He wasn't sure how to take the information that group gave, or even if it was believable. It would make a little bit of sense though if he had angered the wrong person. He just had to find that person somehow. All he had to go on was that it was a woman of some sort.

Sacha got into his car, and drove off to the nightclub. The drive took a bit longer thanks to him starting from the building. He had planned to spend a good hour there, but of course he left early, so he helped himself to food before he went to work. He was still unsure what his next move was, but he just hoped the nightclub would understand his situation. He drove into the city where the nightclub was located, and parked his car in the back where the other employees parked.

The exterior of the nightclub was rough. The club itself was made out of brick, while the parking lot was cracked and broken, and had been so for so long that grass grew from the very cracks, and lines to indicate where to park were faded. For Sacha, it was just another day, but as he parked his car and turned it off, he stayed in his car with a silent stare at the nightclub. He had the key to get in, as well as is ID, but he knew his ID looked different than his actual body. Are they even going to let me work like this? He thought to himself with uncertainty.

Sacha got out of his car, and made his way to the back door of the nightclub. The door was on a small set of stairs, and was made of solid metal painted green. Sacha took out his key, insert it into the door, and with a deep breath, he stepped inside.

The interior of the back of the night club was fairly empty. The doorway led into a small break room with a large couch, a few chairs, a television, and some vending machines with a table, and notices plastered on top of the table.

There was a buff black buffalo that stood at the entryway to the breakroom, right in the hallway between the break room, and the dressing rooms. The buffalo grimaced at Sacha the moment he saw the horse. "What are you doing back here?" he said with an angry huff.

Sacha's eyes widened. He knew this buffalo was Bill, the security guard. He did his job, and he did his job incredibly well. He didn't fear for his life, but he definitely feared bodily harm from the very muscular creature.

The buffalo's grimace suddenly turned into a small smile. "I'm just kidding. It's good to see you Sacha. You go to a spa or something? You look VERY different...or are you going to go on stage as a trap horse?"

Sacha blushed underneath his pink hide. "It's a long damn story...I think someone turned me into this. I spent the morning trying to figure out who did it, but I didn't learn anything...look, can't I just get to work?"

The buffalo shrugged. "I ain't stopping you. Might want to not be telling people someone 'turned you' into that though, you sound like a crazy horse."

Sacha walked his way past the security guard, and through the hallway. "There's a group I can go to for that." He then left the guard, and walked through the back hallways to his position. There was a turn, and then a small flight of stairs before he opened up the door, and he was greeted with blasting music, and his familiar booth as a DJ, placed above the dance floor, complete with everything he needed including music equipment, and various sound tracks to play at his leisure.

Before Sacha came to work, the music played on a loop track, largely dance music of sorts. With Sacha at the wheel though, he actually felt a bit of relief as he took his seat at the stool in front of the mix board. He felt at home, even if he was a pink horse. He could tell that nobody seemed to care about his appearance, just that he did his job, which he could do without uttering a single word. He pressed a few buttons on the massive stereo next to him to change up the music the next tape, and with a soft smile, he began his work.

The night went by swiftly for Sacha. He was grateful his job was in largely isolation. He almost never needed to talk, except when it came to food and break times, which he timed so he could take both of them alone. He was still very much bothered by his form as a pink horse, but he could at least do his job in peace and make money to pay for bills. If magic truly is real, then maybe I can find someone who can change me back to my normal form. Hell, maybe I can get a BETTER form. He thought to himself while he worked.

Once Sacha's work was finished, he went home and went to bed without a second thought. He still very much wanted to fix his form, but he had to take the day's one step at a time. While he was at work, he had planned out what he was going to do tomorrow, and while he would have loved nothing more than to work on fixing his form that very night, his plan required to go somewhere that was only open during the daytime.

It took quite some time for Sacha to fall asleep in his bed. The first night to be asleep in his new form was disturbing to him. He couldn't get his mind off of the other anthros in that group. He wasn't worried about them, but he wondered what they previously looked like, and how much they really knew about that 'sorceress' they talked so much about. He ended up falling asleep, but it was a good hour just lying in bed awake wondering with questions, ones he couldn't remember once he finally fell asleep.

The next morning, Sacha awoke to his phone alarm he had set incredibly early. He didn't care that he didn't get a decent amount of sleep, although he was groggy, he'd have caffeine to help him out. He didn't even wait for Melody to wake up, nor did he even bother to wake her. He doubted that his sister was going to be of any help, or worse, that she might tell him that she agreed with the others to stop any attempt he might have to turn back to normal. He hated his new form. He remembered being called a 'trap' by the security guard, and that just felt insulting. His thick hips, his normal body tone, he wasn't going to live the rest of his life like this, and he was determined to fix it somehow, someway.

Sacha drove his way to the library, and parked his car in the parking lot. The library was practically empty at this time of morning, which made Sacha feel all the better. He hadn't changed his clothing in over a day, he still wore his hoodie and shorts. It was the only clothing that really fit him well with his new body shape, plus he was focused when he wasn't working on finding out more information to change back.

Sacha was hardly even sure what he was looking for in the library. He had a general idea, but he didn't want to ask anyone about it for fear of looking crazy. He grabbed a seat at one of the computers, and looked up books and stories about magic. The interior of the library was well lit with many windows from the entrance and the computers Sacha needed were right next to those windows.

Sacha sighed heavily as he examined the various book titles and descriptions on the computer. All of the ones he noticed were mostly kid books, books of fantasy. "The internet would have better damn..." Sacha paused. He closed the engine that helped him search for books, and opened up a search engine on the internet instead. He typed in 'real magic' and searched through the results. Many of the results were clickbait articles that talked about magic from actors on stage. Sacha then found a result about an equine and strange happenings around her, and he clicked on that. The website talked about a female horse, and how strange things would often happen around her, although such things were hard to prove because many people believed the strange things that occurred were something that were always there, such as a town full of anthros that were farm animals used to be a town filled with humans, but there was no evidence to prove that town was only humans besides a few family members.

"Myu..." Sacha muttered to himself as he pulled up the name of that strange equine. He tried to remember what happened the night he was changed, and if there was such a woman involved, but for the life of him, he couldn't remember. The more he looked into the equine however, the more he learned how hard it was going to be to track the anthro, assuming they both even existed, and they were around the area. He loathed the idea of checking hotels. Part of him felt as if such a thing was going to be a fruitless effort that was going to just take way too much time. Before he closed the page however, he noticed there was a ritual one could perform to get the equine to them. Sacha raised a brow in curiosity at that ritual as he looked it over. The ritual looked downright silly, but it was something he could do alone at home. "Just wood, a horseshoe, and....circus peanuts candy?" he said aloud, yet quietly, in confusion. A stupid idea, but at this point, I'm willing to try it. At least if I'm going to be embarrassed by something stupid, I can be embarrassed about it in my own home. He thought to himself. He pulled out his cell phone, and stared down at it briefly. He could have easily just used the internet at home to look up the information, and he had just realized it now. With a frustrated sigh, he typed down the information he needed on his phone, and then left the library.

Sacha spent the next few hours to gather the materials he needed. He went to a hardware store, and picked up a knife, as well as a small oak table. He also managed to get circus peanuts, and plain metal horseshoe. With all the materials at hand, he drove back home, and lugged everything into the house.

By the time Sacha got home, Melody was awake. She was in the middle of eating cereal when he returned. He had only been gone for a few hours in total, it was barely even noon. Melody smiled at Sacha when he came back. "Hey Pinkie Pie, how's it going?"

Sacha shot Melody a dirty glare as he dragged his stuff from the entrance, to the living room, and right to his room.

Melody just rolled her eyes at the glare. "I'm teasing, and you know it. You lived, you're fine, and you're just a thick pink horse. I know you're up to something, and you've got to get over yourself and move on with life before YOU make things worse."

Sacha had been told that so many times before that it was getting old. He was going to live his life the way he wanted to live it, and it would not be as a trap horse who would be more likely to get a man than a woman. Without saying a single word, he locked himself in his room, and then he set up the table. He put the horseshoe in the center of the table, and began to draw the picture that he saw on the website. The picture looked like a pentagram drawn inside that horseshoe, and while Sacha was not able to carve very well in wood, he did his best to be as straight as possible with it. Once done, he set up the circus peanuts in the way the website told him, and then he waited. It was such a bizarre form of summoning that he didn't notice any special words he had to say to summon the creature.

Sacha sat on his bed as he watched the table and waited...and waited...he waited a good five minutes, and he let out a frustrated sigh. "At least I look like a fool in my own damn room." He knew better than to trust random websites, but at least this one just only made him spend a good fifty dollars on decorations.

Suddenly, there was a puff of purple smoke from where the diagram was, as if it were to mimic a cheap effect from a magic stage. When the smoke cleared, there was another equine anthro in that room. This one had brown hide with white hide hands with feathering, and a white splotch on her nose, as well as a few other spots here and there. The newly appeared anthro that just sort of showed up from nowhere looked down at Sacha, and grimaced.

Sacha jumped back as the puff of smoke appeared. The effect may have looked cheap, but the equine that appeared beyond the smoke, and the smoke itself, was definitely not something Sacha had expected. He couldn't even pass this off as a joke that Melody would do. Sacha didn't even tell her anything about it! "Y-you're...the sorceress?" he stammered.

"It took you long enough to summon me." The female equine stretched out her arms atop her head, and cracked her knuckles. "Had a damn strong feeling you were going to do whatever it took to get back to your old self."

Sacha's look of surprise immediately turned into a grimace. "You know about me, and who I was? You...turned me into this? How? Why? Who the hell even are you?" He had so many questions. He was confused, but he was also incredibly angry at this equine. If she was the one that truly changed him into what he was now, he knew that she could also fix him.

"Look, I'm sure you have all sorts of annoying boring questions. I'll be blunt, you were a pretty drunk asshole to me last night. You seemed like an 'okay' person though when sober, at least based on what I could tell, so I decided to go easy on you. You were an intelligent horse who got whatever the hell he wanted, and I kind of envied that." The female horse frowned. "But you're not going to return to normal, at least not from me."

"Why not?!" Sacha's hands clenched into fists, he was ready to punch this woman. She was the one responsible for changing him, so what if he was a little drunk? He didn't even drink that much to begin with. 

"I can tell you're so angry, among other things. I'm more than just regular magic." The equine raised a single white covered hand upwards slightly. "You were drunk, I don't know how you got drunk. You took a taxi ride and I was in it, you proceeded to vomit and hit on me. You know the rest. I figured you'd learn about it and move on with your life because hell, you're still male, even if cocks turn you on a bit more than they should." The equine smiled some at Sacha. "But if you're going to get violent towards me, I can make you more than look like a trap and think partially like one, if you'd prefer."

Sacha's head filled with a variety of thoughts with what he could do, and what he SHOULD do. "What...what do you hope to achieve by changing me into this? Make me learn a lesson I don't even fucking remember?" he grit his teeth momentarily. "I can't...this form is...I hate it!"

"You need to learn from others to learn and live and love your new body. Your sister still loves you, your job still accepts you, and hell, and you've got a perfect body for teasing the internet." The female equine stuck out her tongue. "But, maybe we can do something for you since you obviously spent quite some time trying to summon me."

Sacha's ears perked at the mention of doing something for him. "What do I have to do to return to normal? Even if it's not from you, I'm willing to do whatever it takes." He spoke with determination in his voice, and a glare in his eyes.

"Since you went to the trouble of summoning me, I can tell." The other equine responded. "Look, I COULD, but I have no intention to, and whatever the hell you might think will work to change my mind, simply will not, so you can get rid of all of those violent thoughts before I change any violent thought you think of into words of sexual nature." The female equine grinned. "I am a sort of nympho, after all."

"Fuck me in the ass." Sacha suddenly said aloud with a glare, and then his eyes went wide at what he had just said. He could already tell this sorceress was not lying. She could make his situation MUCH worse.

The equine let out a large laugh at that. "Oh god, I don't know if that was pathetic, or cute, but that was absolutely fantastic either way. Oh yes, I think I'll keep you like that! You can no longer express your angry, and whenever you try, you make suggestive sexual comments instead!"

Sacha felt the boiling anger inside of him, yet he couldn't make a frown at her, nor could he clench his fists. The equine truly had altered more of him, and just on a simple whim no less. He felt powerless up against her, yet he wanted to do something to get her to stop. "That doesn't...help my situation." He said, if only because he couldn't swear up and down at her.

"It makes it all the more fun though." The female equine teased. "I'll tell you what though, you want a chance to return to normal, then maybe dab in alchemy. I mean, you do have magic in you too, everybody does, but it's going to take longer to learn how to turn back than the time you have left on this mortal coil to figure out how to change your body back." The equine put a single finger on his chest, and slowly traced upward. "Well, you might figure out body swapping."

Sacha was ready to grab the equine's finger and break it. He normally wasn't such a violent horse, but in his situation when he had been transformed and humiliated so much, it was hard to blame him. Sacha reached out to grab the equine's hand, but he found his fingertips stroked it instead. "What?" he muttered with a confused raised brow. "You did more to me, didn't you?"

"I'm not an idiot, Sacha." The female horse looked at Sacha with a look that said 'really?' on her face. "You're normally a good horse, but you're getting some raging thoughts about me, and I don't mean sexual. Anger, hatred, and violence have done little to solve problems, so I'm turning it around. You can't talk violently to someone, you can't even ACT mean to someone. It will all turn into sensual, sexual talk. Maybe it will teach you to be careful what you say and do. If you keep this up, I can make EVERYTHING you do sexual."

Sacha learned bit by bit how serious this horse was, and how little he was going to get with threatening her. "So...alchemy, any ideas where I begin with that?" he asked through gritted teeth.

"Mostly the internet and those weird herbal shops that sell crystals that say they can cure disease and shit." The female equine casually shrugged. "They're half right, but it's too complicated to explain in this story, and fuck if I have the time." She gave him a quick peck on the cheek. "But if you want to get into some fun sex, feel free to call me. Otherwise, the next time you summon me? Well...I'll get into the fun sex myself with you." With that, the female equine left in a cheap effect of purple smoke, just the same way she appeared. While the table Sacha had carved remained with him, the circus peanut candy had vanished.

Sacha blinked rapidly in surprise. Just as soon as the encounter had begun, it was over. Sacha was afraid what that 'sorceress' did to him was permanent, but he wasn't sure what he could do about it now. He could try to summon her back, but he didn't want things to get even worse for him. "I guess I just got to control my damn anger." He muttered under his breath. "And learn something about alchemy."

As if it were like clockwork, the moment the female equine left, the door to Sacha's room opened to reveal Melody on the other side. She glanced around suspiciously, and then looked at Sacha. "What's going on? I swore I heard a female voice in here. Are you becoming a full-fledged female?"

Sacha glared at Melody. He still had a bit of anger from the other equine, but the last thing he wanted was to test that sorceresses spells against Melody. "It's a long story involving more insanity that you wouldn't believe me if I told you."

"You're telling your sister this who found you as a pink pony." Melody crossed her arms with a scoff. "Try me."

Sacha explained what had happened. He explained the female equine that appeared after the ritual, the things she had done to him, and what he could possibly do to fix his change, at least what the new equine said.

"Huh, you know, she sounds familiar." Melody tapped her chin. "Brown hide with a white splotch on her nose? I swear I've seen her somewhere before at a concert or something..." she shrugged. "I guess it doesn't matter. Alchemy huh? Sounds crazy, you going to try it?"

"I don't have much other choices. She doesn't want to help me, and I'm not going back to that stupid 'therapy' group." Sacha remembered the group all too well. He didn't even get the names of the people there. "That's for those who have given up any hope of turning back to normal. I'm going to do whatever it takes to go back to my original form, so fuck me in..." Sacha paused as he caught himself saying such words, words he knew he didn't mean to say. "I mean...you know."

Melody tilted her head in a slight bit of confusion. "What did you just say at the end there? Maybe the sorceress did more to you than she said." Of course, most people would have called Sacha crazy, but Melody knew how serious and determined Sacha had been since he was transformed.

"N-nothing. Drop it." Sacha shook his head. "Anyway, there's this weird herbal and crystal place on that one corner street. You know, Madame...whatever it's called. I'm going to go there."

"And if that doesn't work?" Melody put her hands on her fat hips. "You know, you need to stop for a second. You've been going to all of these places. First you were trying to find out how you got changed, and you did, congratulations, then you found a support group that might help you accept the new you for who you are, but you refused, and now you want to try to fix yourself with utterly no experience in dabbling in whatever it is you need to dabble in."

"And? I'm making progress aren't I?" Sacha went onto his computer to find the address of the shop.

"I mean, sort of, but it would be much easier to accept you for you. Your job does, I do, and your friend-" Melody paused. "Okay, if you HAD any friends, they'd accept you."

"Hey, I've got plenty of online friends that will accept me no matter what." Sacha turned back to the computer. It's a shame they just can't be here in real life to... Sacha slowed his thoughts briefly. "Maybe that equine DID do something weird...but whatever, I'll fix it myself."

Melody sighed frustratingly. "If you say so, just...don't overdo it, okay? You know I said it once before, but I don't want you becoming this trap that's begging for a cock in your ass every few seconds because their anus itches without having something in there. I mean, I'd still love you in a plutonic way, but you can't blame me if I wouldn't want to live with someone like that."

"So long as I don't try that sorceress again, I'm sure I'll be fine." In truth, Sacha had no idea alchemy would even work. He had heard of people trying strange things such as 'crystal therapy' but he had figured that it was all just a bunch of mumbo jumbo. Still, if a magical sorceress that appeared out of thin air said there was something to it, then who was he to bash on it? He could spend a few dollars to try a few things and see what happened. "I mean, I might get a third eye or something worse-case scenario."

"I'd say I don't believe you about that and you're being sarcastic, but with what's been going on with you, I don't even know anymore." Melody rolled her eyes, and crossed her arms over her large fat tits. "So you know what? I want to come with you. Let's see where this goes. If crazy bat shit happens, I want to be able to see it with my own two eyes this time."

"Ah, that's right, you haven't exactly...seen every crazy thing I've seen. Not that there has been too much crazy stuff besides me changing overnight, and then that sorceress. Everything else has been kind of...tame?" Sacha shoulder shrugged. He found the address on his computer, saved the information to his phone, and went to the door. "Let's go then." He would have changed clothes, but he hadn't gotten any new pants to fit over his much larger hips yet, plus he wanted a hoodie to  hide himself as best as he could, even if he couldn't cover his chest very well.

The two drove off once again with Melody in the back, and Sacha driving to the address. As it was still fairly early in the day, traffic wasn't that bad, and finding a parking spot was easy out in front of the crystal shop that Sacha had seen earlier. The shop was named 'Madame Tuscan' and it was ran by a chubby female toucan. The shop was at the corner of a brick building covered in foliage that was also shared by many other shops, and had at least two stories, though it was very likely the upper floors served as the houses for the shop owners on the first floors.

Sacha pulled himself out of the car with a grunt, ever since his hips were larger, fitting in and out of small entryways proved challenging. Getting into the car wasn't as hard as getting out, though he managed to struggle free.

Melody giggled down at him as she watched. "Keep it up and you're going to be like me where you're too big for normal cars."

"I think I'd like to pound that ass first." Sacha found himself saying, words that he definitely did not mean to say, but he didn't even apologize or try to correct himself over it. Instead, he opened up the glass door to enter the store.

Sacha and Melody were immediately greeted by the scent of powerful lavender. The shop was infamous for claiming that crystals and herbs had so much potential power to them, but such shops often did, with little scientific evidence to back them up. Crystals on necklaces, earrings, rings, and small stones in general were arranged on one side of the store, while the center of the store contained various herbs and plants with a note about what kind of 'power' they contained within them. The other end had scented candles, and while they didn't advertise that they could heal, they did say the scents could be very soothing. One candle was lit at the counter which explained the scent that filled the wooden interior, though Sacha couldn't say he felt any more relaxed in the store.

At the front of the store was the shop owner, a very fat Toucan female. While the toucan was nowhere near as gifted in weight as Melody, she must have weighed a good 400 pounds at minimum. She was covered in black feathers, except for a few errant white spots on her 'hands' which were mostly just large wings. She had a massive colorful beak, and white spots on her black beady eyes. She looked more like a fat toucan than she did human. When Sacha walked inside, she was quick to spread her massive 'arms' wide for him. "Hello there! If there is anything I can help you find in particular, please do let me know!"

Sacha had barely looked up alchemy before going to the store. He wasn't sure how much the toucan knew, or if she'd just try to upsell him hundreds of dollars' worth of supplies that wouldn't work. Before he could ask, Melody spoke up.

"Any of these herbs digestible or are they just for burning and 'soothing' scents?" Melody's nose wrinkled at the lavender scent, it was a pretty potent aroma that filled the shop.

"Oh many of them can be used in a tea, or ground up as spices for topping something such as a hamburger, or a little extra spice for your salad. You can bake them in brownies too! What is it you need?" The toucan pulled out a massive old book from behind the counter, and slammed it onto the glass top. "Constipation? Cold? Find true love? An herb or a crystal can do it all, if you believe in it enough."

"I want to return to my original form." Sacha decided to be blunt about it if the toucan was going to advertise how 'useful' such herbs and crystals could truly be.

The toucan blinked rapidly upon hearing Sacha's request. "I'm sorry, you want to what?"

Sacha pulled out his wallet, and took out his drivers' license. He was about to show it to her, but when he looked at it, he noticed the hide in the picture matched the same hide that he currently had. I know I wasn't pink when I had that picture taken. He thought to himself. He could only guess that his transformation was getting progressively worse in ways he couldn't imagine. He dared not look at his old photos and selfies. He did not want to see how far back these changes went. "I used to be a much more normal horse, now I look like a fuck me trap." Sacha continued, ignoring what he had just ended that sentence on, or oblivious to it. "I used to have a normal ass, normal hide, I didn't look like this. I want something that will return my hide to a normal color, and make my giant thick rear normal again."

The toucan continued to blink rapidly in confusion. She glanced down at her book, and then back up at him. "I don't think I have anything that can do something like THAT. Are you feeling okay?"

"I was transformed into this one night, it's a long story, and I was told alchemy could help. I remembered your shop and your weird herbs and crystals, and wanted to know if you knew anything about it." Sacha was tired of beating around the bush. So be it if people thought he was insane. He thought to himself that maybe he already was.

The toucan wasn't sure how to respond to Sacha. She looked down at her massive book, and flipped through the index pages, silently at first. "Were you referred to my shop by anyone?" she asked with a confused expression. She then added under her breath. "I swear, I get people like this at least once a month saying they've been transformed...need to send them to a damn asylum."

Sacha's ears flickered as he picked up on what the toucan muttered. "Yes, I was referred here by the very one who changed me. Look, I..." he sighed. "I have no proof of it. I don't know how fucking me far these changes have gone back, I just want to know if you can do SOMETHING to help me, or if I'm just wasting my time here." He looked down with a saddened look. He had travelled to so many places to get his answers, he only wished he knew how close he was to somehow returning to his old self.

Melody could see how serious Sacha was about this. She knew how determined he was, and all of the places he had gone to. While she hadn't seen that sorceress that Sacha claimed he summoned, she had little reason to doubt him. Melody marched over to the counter, and grabbed the sides of the massive book the toucan had. "Give me that stupid book!" She turned it around to her side, and flipped through the pages herself.

Melody flipped through the pages. "Here, green calcite. How the hell do these crystals work?"

"You uh..." the toucan stepped back from the counter with a nervous look in her eyes. Her belly was exposed, but she wore brown pants and a top that covered her large breast. "You wear it, and it clears up the chakra blockage in your system. We have pure green calcite that we can put on a necklace or a ring or..."

"How do people use it in magic? Like, symbols, marks, creating all sorts of stupid crap like that?" Melody spoke aggressively, her fat tits hidden from display from the toucan, though her ass was not so very well hidden from behind.

"It's not really...advised to use it in such ways." The toucan was hesitant to speak. "But there are symbols that can be carved into it, or nearby, but not a lot of people do that, and I doubt such things can change hide color or anything." The toucan looked over at Sacha beyond Melody's massive body. "Have you considered relaxing herbs so you can be calm and collected with who you are?"

"I get told that enough." Sacha crossed his arms. "How much green calcite do I need to make this even possibly REMOTELY work, and what's the cost?"

The toucan slightly smiled at the cost. "$30 a pound, plus an extra fee if you want it shaped or grounded up."

Melody turned her head to Sacha. "You know how much of that stuff you need?"

Sacha shrugged. "If it makes someone more masculine, I don't know. I'm still a guy..." he didn't admit that his cock had actually felt...larger with his transformation, but that was something not entirely worth complaining about. Deep down, it was something he kind of wanted to keep, and maybe if the crystals worked, he could keep that part. "How much do you think would need to make a small circle?" He turned to the toucan. "Or rather...how much do you think would be needed for rituals?"

The toucan smiled faintly. "I don't know. Bigger could always be better though..." she looked from left, to right. "Imagine how much you need to make a circle of the powder around yourself." She reached under her desk to pull up a rock. "This is what a pound of it will look like. This isn't going to be nearly enough to make a good circle around your body. Plus the extra fee to grind it all up..."

"Why do I have a feeling that sorceress is working with the toucan so they can both make a quick buck?" Sacha let out a frustrated groan.

Had the toucan visible ears, they would have perked. "A sorceress? Is it that equine I hear so much about? I hear people come in and keep asking for some of these rare precious metals because they're supposed to counter her magic, but then I never hear from them again." She rolled her eyes. "Magic. Pah."

"Says the same toucan that claims one herb can cure cancer." Melody muttered under her breath.

"Hey! There's no proof it doesn't work when nobody tries it!" The toucan snapped back. "Go and buy your masculine crystals and see how it works, and when it fails you come back to me and I'll sell you a plant that'll make you relaxed and horny." She looked to Sacha. "That's what you want right? Worry free and aroused? All guys like that."

Sacha looked to Melody, and then back at the toucan. "What 'precious metals' are you talking about?"

"Oh there are gemstones that they say can contain magic or work as reflection against spells. Honestly I think it's a bunch of bull."

Melody frowned at Sacha. "Are you thinking what I think you're thinking?"

Sacha wasn't even sure. He had gone through so much already to try to turn himself back to normal that even he was getting tired of it. "Fucking me in the dark alley." he muttered. "Let's just get the green ci...whatever it is. I'm not going to summon her back, especially if people haven't had any success with using these other stones against her."

Sacha made his purchase with Melody, and he got the material grounded into powder. Sacha reminded himself how he was determined to do whatever it took to get back to his normal form, although as he handed the toucan the purchase, he also told himself just how much he had been going through to turn back to normal. He had gone to so many places, places he never wanted to visit to begin with, all to return to his normal form. He felt as if he were going through the many stages of grief, but at the very last part of those stages was acceptance. As much as Sacha hated looking like a trap, and speaking in sexual innuendos now thanks to that sorceress, he still had his job, and he still had Melody. He knew that, regardless of if the new spell worked or not, he would still have his normal life.

Melody noticed Sacha's eyes looked distant. "What are you doing?" She gave him a nudge at the counter. "Come on, we should get going home." She leaned in to whisper. "And not get ripped off by this ton of a toucan."

Sacha's large ears flickered when Melody whispered, and he was brought out of his small self-trance. "R-right." Sacha took the green calcite and went back to the car with Melody. Together, the two drove back home silently. Sacha's mind still on the transformation, and everything he had dealt with in the process. What am I going to do if this doesn't work? He thought to himself on the long drive home. I don't even know how to use it. The internet will probably explain, but even then, it might not work...what then? Sacha wasn't even sure how close he was to ever getting back to his old self. He looked at his pink hide in the reflection of the mirror, and his huge massive hips. He frowned at his look, and tried to remember what he used to look like. He couldn't even remember what his old hide color was!

Sacha pulled up the car back home, got out with Melody and walked in with a bag in his hand. He opened the door quietly, made his way to the living room, and set the bag down on a small nightstand. He stared at the bag with his hands now on his massive thighs, and then he looked to Melody.

Melody looked back to Sacha with a small frown, and her arms crossed. "So...how are you going to do this? Smoke it? Snort it? Pour it in a small circle and do some weird chant you learned from Star Wars?"

Sacha sighed heavily. "I don't know, okay?" He pulled up his phone, and decided to look it up instead. "I'm not even...I don't even know if I want to go through with this now."

Melody tilted her head. "Getting used to your new form? I'm telling you, honestly one hundred percent, more girls would be attracted to you than your old body. I mean, guys too if you're into that, I don't know if you are and I don't WANT to know, but either way, it's a sexier look compared to your old self."

Sacha looked at the powder on the table again. He looked down at the first internet result he had pulled up that gave a brief, if vague, explanation on how to use green calcite to become more masculine, but how it also took an incredibly long time too, and the cost. "I would need more if I wanted it to progress faster." he mumbled. "I don't have the time, nor do I have the damn fuck me patience."

Melody put one hand around Sacha as she looked at his screen. "Well, I mean, if you want to go back to normal, this is the crap you got to do, right?"

Sacha fell quiet as he laid his eyes on the screen. Ever since he had been in that shop with the toucan, he continued to wonder how worth it that it might be to change back. His life wasn't horrible in this new form. In fact, his life was almost absolutely the same. The exception was a few different thoughts here and there, and now a semi-speech impediment, but besides such things, he was normal. Just pink, thick, and much more sensitive than he remembered. Many of the changes were definitely a struggle, but not necessarily horrible. "It doesn't even look like this is enough. This looks like I might need like...god I don't know, it depends on factors like the weight you want, the amount of muscle mass, this could cost a fortune, and who knows if it even works."

Melody frowned at Sacha slightly. "You sound uncertain if you're really sure about going through this. All that stuff about liking who you are finally getting through that thick skull of yours?" she smirked. "You still do have THAT, after all."

Sacha rolled his eyes at Melody, but the female horse had a point. "I guess my life hasn't really changed that much after becoming this, has it?" he said to her, and then he looked back at himself. "I still hate these damn thick hips though. I feel like..."

"Oh please, you didn't like your last body that much either." Melody teased. "Nobody's perfect, well, except for me of course." Melody put her hands behind her head, and jutted out her massive stomach with a huge grin on her face. "I'm telling ya, you can get quite a few women with that body of yours if you're into them, or men. The world is your oyster. Hell, you can probably get by doing internet nudes if you REALLY wanted."

Sacha wondered if he tried to change back, what he might just become. He thought that he might make things worse. If he put on too much masculinity, then he might become a muscle head brute. He'd be spending possibly thousands of dollars on something that he didn't know if it worked, or to what potency. "I guess I can try to get used to this form." He concluded. "So long as nothing ELSE happens to me."

Melody smiled faintly, and gave Sacha a gentle hug. "Just give it time, I'm sure you'll grow to enjoy some aspects of it."

As time passed, Sacha found himself growing more and more used to his form. He had to replace his entire wardrobe and watched what he said, but over time, he grew to accept his pink hide and thick ass. He would get hit on by both men and women alike, and while with the women he certainly enjoyed, he hated the men, and often resulted in punching them when they tried something. He went back to living his normal life at the end of the day with only a few minor differences.