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My YCH ideas are inspired by stories and art I find on FA. This one was inspired by this one in particular and all their other art with this character, really. Go check out danilokumriolu, their art is stupendous! I gave it my twist of course, I'm not about to copy/paste the idea, that's just plain rude.
Go check them out. When I posted this idea in the Discord, xeroxbeutiful swiped it SO FAST. Like, wow.
Want your own YCH story before my Discord members take em? JOIN THE DISCORD!
As always: share with your friends, drop a fav, leave a comment.
PDF always the best way to read: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/62234384/",
"writing": "The Pinkie Paradox\n\nEm knew better than this. She shouldn’t be doing what she was about to do. But the urge was too great. She snuck into the room, surprisingly neat and tidy. Knowing Pinkie the way she did, Em wondered if anything would fit her. She was deathly curious about more feminine clothes ever since starting estrogen. Her breasts were even starting to come in! That wasn’t the point, though. Not quite female-presenting yet, it would be horribly awkward to jump in so early, and Em already knew several people who went through years of hatred from others because they jumped into the deep end of things far too soon. \n\nIt already took her this long to get her friends to use her girl name! REDACTED just wasn’t a good name anymore, given the circumstances.\n\nBut Em couldn’t distract herself from what she wanted. She couldn’t work up the courage to ask Pinkie in person, as beautiful and sexy a skunk as Pinkie had become after her Species Transition. Absolutely beautiful, even if she lost a few brain cells. That was their in-joke, although it was somewhat true. Somehow, the valley-girl vibe fit Pinkie so well.\n\nPinkie was out of town for an appointment, and she had asked Em to watch the place for the week, feed her cats, and do the usual. It was her opportunity to try on some girl clothes, genuine girl clothes, and It took until the last day of Pinkie’s trip for Em to do it. Walking past the massive bed, which wasn’t, and never was fixed, Em strode toward a specific piece of furniture, knowing right where her target was. She pushed her long, brown hair out of her face and opened the treasure chest that was Pinkie’s dresser.\n\nA cacophony of bras, panties, thongs, and lingerie met her gaze. Em’s face went red. “Oh my god…” She knew it was wrong to think about your friends pre-transition, but she never would have imagined Pinkie would like this sort of stuff! A strong whiff of that undefinable feminine smell wafted from the drawer. Her eyes kept turning back to the lace and fishnet lingerie in the corner of the drawer. She knew that these wouldn’t fit her at all, no way in hell; they’d be stretched to fit that thicc, curvy, skunk body.\n\nEm stood there, the erection in her black sweatpants shamefully apparent. Luckily, no one was around to see. There was only one article of clothing in the drawer that looked remotely small enough to fit her. She pulled out a grey sports bra with a decorative sun and celestial zodiac with twinkling stars. Wouldn’t have been Em’s first choice, but it was elastic enough to wrap around her body and her meager, developing breasts. Then, she pulled a pair of booty shorts so short that you could barely call them shorts. They were the same color as the sports bra, and the flaps in the front were folded over. “Even if I tuck, my dick is gonna be showing.” Em pulled a thong from the drawer and blushed. If she was gonna do this, she was going to be bold. The white undergarment had black trim. \n\nDespite being alone, Em felt so exposed, stripping down in the middle of the room. Her sweat pants fell, exposing her boring, white pair of panties that barely contained her shrunken, tenting cock. She pulled it off, seeing just how hard she was from all this. “I’m sorry, Pinkie.” Off went her hoodie, tossed onto the bed. \n\nFirst, the thong. Em tucked her dick and balls and fit the thong to her waist. There was no chance of her remaining man… er, womanhood? Fitting into the thin cut of material. At least she had pants to cover it all up. She slid the booty shorts up her legs, which were growing a little bit thiccer every day. Sadly, they were a tad loose, but they sat at the widest point of her upper thighs. Good enough. The sports bra was the easiest part, as it slid over her budding breasts with ease, even if the top felt a touch loose and not as form-fitting as Em would have hoped.\n\nBut something felt missing.\n\nAmidst the potent cloud of fem-scent that surrounded her like a teenager taking a body spray bath after gym class, she thought of it. She remembered what had completed the look when Pinkie wore this outfit pre-transition. “Stockings!” She dove into the drawer and pulled out the very same ones. Black, soft, and with two white lines along the edges. Perfect. She swooshed over to the bed and sat down to put them on. The material was so soft against her legs, even with the body hair tugging at them making it more difficult to pull them on.\n\nAt last, Em had The Look. Colors coordinated, with the lack of material exposing her skin to wandering eyes. If she was brave enough, that is. More importantly, she felt feminine. Em hadn’t felt this way since she realized just how long her hair had gotten, over a foot! She had to see herself. Walking across the hall, keeping her anticipation and glee in check, she turned on the bathroom lights and looked at herself in the mirror. The cloud of fem-scent followed her every step. \n\nEm covered her mouth, hiding an embarrassed, yet joyful smile. “Yes!” She exclaimed from behind her hands. She squealed like a girl, going up an octave like she had been training herself to do for so long. The human in the mirror was, and yet wasn’t the girl she recognized every morning. Her hair flowed down her shoulders, the dark brown blending with the neutral colors so nicely. The bra brought out her, admittedly small, developing breasts so wonderfully.\n\nEven if the shorts didn’t fit right. \n\nEven if the top was still too large, even by a hair.\n\nAnd even if her balls were too large to fit in that thong.\n\nThis felt real. It was amazing. She wanted to show the world! 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All those times she had caressed it, feeling how soft and cuddly it was while the owner giggled and cooed at how cute she was for fawning over ‘little old me.’\n\n“There’s no way.” Em watched in the mirror as she reached behind her and grabbed it. It was real, and it was hers. She felt every little touch from her fingers. Her hands let go, and she let out a worried sigh. “Ok, what now? GAH!” Her brown hair was turning black from her hairline, watching it spread to the tips of her flowing locks. As she grabbed her arms, holding herself tightly in thought, her hands felt wrong. They, too, had changed. “BUH?!” White fingertips, black palms, and long, seductive, black fingernails. The fur was climbing her arms! A wave of black threatening to… no, promising to cover her body. She tried to wipe it off, but it made no difference. With every worried breath, every pant, she huffed more of that smell that clung to her. As it reached her shoulders, there was no helping it.\n\nEm ran out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom. “What do I do?!” She shouted to no one. The sports bra was suddenly feeling a lot more comfortable. Em looked down and saw the cause. With a mixture of amazement, fear, and delight, she watched as her breasts started to inflate like balloons, pale pink fur washing over her chest. Her hands shot to them instinctively. They felt so heavy, the sports bra’s integrity already at risk. Is this why she doesn’t wear this anymore? Because it makes her transform? Em’s nipples poked beneath the material, hard as diamonds. The slightest touch from her hands made her fall to her knees, a quivering mess. Em’s wavering voice filled the room. “Now’s, not a, FUCK, good time!”\n\nBut her body was saying otherwise. \n\nAs naturally as if she had always done so, her transformed thumb and forefinger pinched her nipples. She squealed. It wasn’t enough. She pulled the bra upward, letting her jugs drop and bounce. “They’re bigger than my head!” Her hands sank into the supple flesh as if the two fun-bags were made of jello. The nipples were still diamond hard, and she spared no time in pinching one. Em squealed. Her other hand shot to her pussy, sliding into the pants and thong, pulling out her cock. She couldn’t get hard very easily anymore, but this was no contest. Her cock was like an underripe peach; it could shatter a window. With her thumb, fore, and middle finger, she tugged and stroked it.\n\nLike, enjoy it. It’ll totes be the last.\n\nThat sounded like Pinkie. She opened her eyes and looked around, thinking she was so lost in her pleasure that the skunk had come home early! But no. Where did that voice come from? \n\nShe hadn’t felt this good with her cock clitty in months! Not since she started the Species Transition hormones. Wait. When did I start taking those? She had been on Estrogen, hadn’t she? Well, with tits like these, she must be done and moving on.\n\nSilly billy. You’ve been talking about this for years!\n\nYeah, what was she talking about? She’d always wanted to Species Transition. And now that she was done with the lame estrogen part, she could move on! But what did she want?\n\nEm’s hips took on the black fur, leaving her underbelly pale pink. They expanded, becoming so seductively wide and soft. They stretched the booty shorts to a more fitting size, until they were just right, pushing into the soft meat only slightly. Her thighs followed suit, pushing her legs outward as they reached maximum thiccness. Black fur quickly swallowed them, covering her previously pale human skin. \n\n“Oh god!” Em panted wildly, reaching climax without a toy for the first time in months. “I’m gonna cum!” Heat filled her body, from her head down to her transforming toes. They molded together into three, plump, white toes, pink beans forming on the bottom, so soft and squishy. It didn’t once occur to her that she was going to cum in Pinkie’s room. \n\nLet it all out, gurl. Become the skunk you were always meant to be! YAS!\n\nThat’s what it was! She wanted to be a skunk! How could she forget! “Totes gunna spooge!” She leaned back, falling back on her tail. Cum shot from her clitty, thin, watery ropes flying through the air and onto her body, staining her fur. Any changes that hadn’t been made all occurred at once! The hair on her head exploded in length, down to her tailbone, as bangs shot over her eyes, covering her eyes… whatever color they were. Her waistline narrowed, an hourglass figure more prominent than before. Pink ears emerged from her head as her human hearing appendages shrank, while a snout sprouted from her skull, replacing her nose and mouth with something more skunk-like. Most importantly, her clitty, draining its supply for the last time, shrank into her body, leaving a pristine, unused, picturesque womanhood behind. 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Big ones, small ones, some with knots as large as a grapefruit, some freaky ones that even she wasn’t sure how to properly use, and the one. The toy that Pinkie had shown her when she bought it. A fourteen-inches-long, two-and-a-half-inches-at-its-widest-point, flared-tip horse cock dildo. Em coveted this purchase and wanted to try it for herself.\n\nNow, she could.\n\nShe grabbed a bottle of lube from the drawer and returned to the bed. Coating the cock in an ample amount, she pressed the meat to her fresh, barely used lips. “It’s time…”\n\n“Hey!” A woman stood in the doorway. A black and pink skunk. Hair over her eyes, piercings in her left ear, and spiked collars and bracelets adorning her body. “Why the hey are… oh no… EM?!”\n\nEm was red-faced, her lower lips exposed to the skunk, even with a massive dildo in the way. “Maybe?”\n\n“Oh, you totes did not wear my stuff!” Pinkie, the real Pinkie, sounded worried. She looked around the room. The neutral colored outfit from before was on the floor with cum stains still on it. “Oh no…” She covered her mouth. “Babes, you’re… me! Like, well, I’m me, but you’re also me!” She ran into the room and pinned Em to the bed, her tail upright. “You don’t know what you’ve done, gurl.”\n\n“What?”\n\n“It’s still fresh, maybe we can do-” Pinkie tried to pull Em off the bed and toward the door, but Em stopped her. “We can take you back to the clinic!”\n\n“Nuh uh.” Em pulled PInkie back toward her. “I like this. I want this.” She tried to thrust the dildo into herself, but had to stop. She wasn’t stretched out yet.\n\nPinkie sighed. “Fine. Know what?” She slid off the bracelets and took off her pink fingerless gloves. “If you want this, you’re gonna have to work for it. I still have some vacay to use. You’re gonna take a full course on being me.” Her eyes, still blocked by her bangs, seemed to gaze into Em’s. “First, babes,” she pulled the toy away from the new pussy, “You gotta remember foreplay.” Her fingers grazed the newly formed hole, teasing her twin. “Never forget.” Her lips moved in towards Em’s, her black lipstick clinging to the other pair awaiting her as they made out like horny lesbian cheerleaders in a sorority. Pinkie’s other hand caressed Em’s tits, feeling their weight. Just then, something hit her. If she was touching “herself…” Is this how I feel? Yes, she could always just touch herself privately, but feeling her own breasts on someone else’s body made it all the more exciting.\n\nEm moaned hornilly, her voice echoing into Pinkie’s mouth and down her throat. Their saliva spilled from their mouths and flowed over their bodies. “You know,” Pinkie said after they separated, their drool coating their fur. “You could have asked to get some girl stuff instead of wearing mine. They’re soaked in my Species Transition spray. You must have smelled it, dummy.”\n\nYou didn’t care, did you?\n\n“I didn’t,” Em moaned. Her voice was busy making sexy noises for her surprise dom partner to milk out of her.\n\nYou know what this means, don’t you?\n\nPinkie inserted her fingers into Em’s wet, dripping pussy. They slid inside so easily. She stretched her apart with her fingers, prepping Em for what was to come. If she wanted to take the toy this soon, she’d need lots of prep.\n\nYou’re Pinkie now. \nForget Em. Humans are totes lame anyway.\n\nI’m Pinkie? Sure, she may look like her, and she was taking on some valley-girl undertones, but there was no way. That’s not how that works…\n\n…\n\nWas it?\n\nThe floofy tail that nestled her against the bed reminded her that she wasn’t human. The fact that she could see a wet, black nose in her vision reminded her, too. The massive breasts that Pinkie, the real Pinkie, was fondling and teasing weren’t there an hour ago! Maybe…\n\nShe still had trouble coming to terms with it. \n\n“Hey, don’t go getting distracted on me, gurl.” Pinkie pulled her fingers from Em’s honeypot, strands of femcum stretching as they clung to her decorated fingers. “I think you’re ready.” She grasped the toy and pressed it against her opening. “I don’t think you’ll be going back after this. You know I’m a bit of a size queen. We both are.\n\nWe are Pinkie\n\nWas that voice Pinkie? No, that didn’t make sense. Who was it? Was it the S.T. hormones doing weird things to her brain? \n\n“I literally never would have thought this would happen. The hormones were made using my DNA, though, so it’s kinda logical and all that.” She leaned in, her maw an inch away from Em’s ear, twitching from the proximity of the furry feature. “And I always wanted a sister.”\n\nPinkie shoved the toy inside, disregarding all the foreplay talk. All fourteen insertable inches, medial ring and knot included, went right into Em’s body. The recipient grasped the sheets, her nails digging into them deeply, and took a sharp breath in through gritted teeth. \n\nTake it all in, Pinkie. \n\n“I’m not…” Em gasped with painful breaths. She wasn’t Pinkie completely. She was Em! Even if she had messed up royally and gotten herself transformed into Pinkie, she was still Em mentally! No amount of stimulation, teasing, or brainwashing from sci-fi species-transforming hormones. Every sharp breath brought in more of that feminine smell, drowning her senses in it. Pinkie was covered in it! How had she not noticed before! \n\nLet go, Pinkie.\n\nThe toy reached places she didn’t even know she had! As the ridges and veins rubbed against her inner walls, she felt the flared tip push through a previously undiscovered hole. Was that her womb? SHE HAD A WOMB!? There was no way science had come that far! But there was no denying what she was feeling. What both of their hands had penetrated. \n\n“You make such cute noises!” Pinkie teased. Her hand grasped one of Em’s hard nipples that was poking through the latex leotard. “I know I love playing with my tits.” She tugged and pulled as if they were toys. “Even if my doctor could help, I don’t think you’d want that.” Em squirmed and whined, but she didn’t swat Pinkie’s hand away. “I think you love this too much, babes.”\n\nYou do. Admit it.\n\n“I… I…” Em was caving in. How could she not? This body was phenomenal! She couldn’t feel like this in her old body! “I do!”\n\n“Good girl, Em.” Pinkie gave her a delicate kiss on the lips. “Now cum for me.” She shoved the toy inside, leaving it there. \n\n“GYAAAAAAAH!” Femcum squirted around the toy as her body shook. Lightning had struck her as she surrendered. This surprise fast pass to womanhood was laced with euphoric desires, even if the fine print was discovered too late. She’d be fine in this body. And being Pinkie’s sister didn’t sound bad at all.\n\n“Know what, though…” Pinkie said as she yanked the toy from the new skunk’s pussy. “We can’t have two of me running around. That’s, like, super confusing.” No response from Pinkie 2.0. “I know! Let’s dye your pink bits and call you something else! How about… Bluey? Wait, no, that’s taken already, and you aren’t Australian… Not a bad vibe, but not a good one for you, either, babes. Or should I say me? Oh, this makes my brain hurt!” Pinkie held her head. Either way, you need some piercings, makeup, and fashion sense. Those,” she pointed to the outfit that caused all this chaos, “are SO last year.”\n\n“Yas, totally…” Pinkie, or whatever her name was gonna be after this, panted wildly. She needed a few minutes to recover.\n",
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Em knew better than this. She shouldn’t be doing what she was about to do. But the urge was too great. She snuck into the room, surprisingly neat and tidy. Knowing Pinkie the way she did, Em wondered if anything would fit her. She was deathly curious about more feminine clothes ever since starting estrogen. Her breasts were even starting to come in! That wasn’t the point, though. Not quite female-presenting yet, it would be horribly awkward to jump in so early, and Em already knew several people who went through years of hatred from others because they jumped into the deep end of things far too soon.
It already took her this long to get her friends to use her girl name! REDACTED just wasn’t a good name anymore, given the circumstances.
But Em couldn’t distract herself from what she wanted. She couldn’t work up the courage to ask Pinkie in person, as beautiful and sexy a skunk as Pinkie had become after her Species Transition. Absolutely beautiful, even if she lost a few brain cells. That was their in-joke, although it was somewhat true. Somehow, the valley-girl vibe fit Pinkie so well.
Pinkie was out of town for an appointment, and she had asked Em to watch the place for the week, feed her cats, and do the usual. It was her opportunity to try on some girl clothes, genuine girl clothes, and It took until the last day of Pinkie’s trip for Em to do it. Walking past the massive bed, which wasn’t, and never was fixed, Em strode toward a specific piece of furniture, knowing right where her target was. She pushed her long, brown hair out of her face and opened the treasure chest that was Pinkie’s dresser.
A cacophony of bras, panties, thongs, and lingerie met her gaze. Em’s face went red. “Oh my god…” She knew it was wrong to think about your friends pre-transition, but she never would have imagined Pinkie would like this sort of stuff! A strong whiff of that undefinable feminine smell wafted from the drawer. Her eyes kept turning back to the lace and fishnet lingerie in the corner of the drawer. She knew that these wouldn’t fit her at all, no way in hell; they’d be stretched to fit that thicc, curvy, skunk body.
Em stood there, the erection in her black sweatpants shamefully apparent. Luckily, no one was around to see. There was only one article of clothing in the drawer that looked remotely small enough to fit her. She pulled out a grey sports bra with a decorative sun and celestial zodiac with twinkling stars. Wouldn’t have been Em’s first choice, but it was elastic enough to wrap around her body and her meager, developing breasts. Then, she pulled a pair of booty shorts so short that you could barely call them shorts. They were the same color as the sports bra, and the flaps in the front were folded over. “Even if I tuck, my dick is gonna be showing.” Em pulled a thong from the drawer and blushed. If she was gonna do this, she was going to be bold. The white undergarment had black trim.
Despite being alone, Em felt so exposed, stripping down in the middle of the room. Her sweat pants fell, exposing her boring, white pair of panties that barely contained her shrunken, tenting cock. She pulled it off, seeing just how hard she was from all this. “I’m sorry, Pinkie.” Off went her hoodie, tossed onto the bed.
First, the thong. Em tucked her dick and balls and fit the thong to her waist. There was no chance of her remaining man… er, womanhood? Fitting into the thin cut of material. At least she had pants to cover it all up. She slid the booty shorts up her legs, which were growing a little bit thiccer every day. Sadly, they were a tad loose, but they sat at the widest point of her upper thighs. Good enough. The sports bra was the easiest part, as it slid over her budding breasts with ease, even if the top felt a touch loose and not as form-fitting as Em would have hoped.
But something felt missing.
Amidst the potent cloud of fem-scent that surrounded her like a teenager taking a body spray bath after gym class, she thought of it. She remembered what had completed the look when Pinkie wore this outfit pre-transition. “Stockings!” She dove into the drawer and pulled out the very same ones. Black, soft, and with two white lines along the edges. Perfect. She swooshed over to the bed and sat down to put them on. The material was so soft against her legs, even with the body hair tugging at them making it more difficult to pull them on.
At last, Em had The Look. Colors coordinated, with the lack of material exposing her skin to wandering eyes. If she was brave enough, that is. More importantly, she felt feminine. Em hadn’t felt this way since she realized just how long her hair had gotten, over a foot! She had to see herself. Walking across the hall, keeping her anticipation and glee in check, she turned on the bathroom lights and looked at herself in the mirror. The cloud of fem-scent followed her every step.
Em covered her mouth, hiding an embarrassed, yet joyful smile. “Yes!” She exclaimed from behind her hands. She squealed like a girl, going up an octave like she had been training herself to do for so long. The human in the mirror was, and yet wasn’t the girl she recognized every morning. Her hair flowed down her shoulders, the dark brown blending with the neutral colors so nicely. The bra brought out her, admittedly small, developing breasts so wonderfully.
Even if the shorts didn’t fit right.
Even if the top was still too large, even by a hair.
And even if her balls were too large to fit in that thong.
This felt real. It was amazing. She wanted to show the world! Yeah, she was gonna do it. Em was gonna hop in her car and walk around downtown. Maybe even use the loose-fitting clothes as an excuse to buy new ones!
She opened the door, ready to do just that, but noticed something in her hair. “What?” Em leaned forward on the sink, getting closer to see what it was. Was it changing color?
All at once, the fem-smell that had clung to her ever since changing seemed to wallop her. Her body started to tingle, like it was numb and just now starting to wake up. A pain in her tailbone made her jolt upright. She stumbled backward, hitting the wall, but something cushioned her fall. Something soft and fluffy. The mirror showed her exactly what it was. An enormous skunk tail, nearly twice as tall as her body. Black, with a white underside and pink double helix down the center. Em’s eyes dilated. “No…” She knew whose this was. There was no mistaking it. It looked exactly like Pinkie’s tail! All those times she had caressed it, feeling how soft and cuddly it was while the owner giggled and cooed at how cute she was for fawning over ‘little old me.’
“There’s no way.” Em watched in the mirror as she reached behind her and grabbed it. It was real, and it was hers. She felt every little touch from her fingers. Her hands let go, and she let out a worried sigh. “Ok, what now? GAH!” Her brown hair was turning black from her hairline, watching it spread to the tips of her flowing locks. As she grabbed her arms, holding herself tightly in thought, her hands felt wrong. They, too, had changed. “BUH?!” White fingertips, black palms, and long, seductive, black fingernails. The fur was climbing her arms! A wave of black threatening to… no, promising to cover her body. She tried to wipe it off, but it made no difference. With every worried breath, every pant, she huffed more of that smell that clung to her. As it reached her shoulders, there was no helping it.
Em ran out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom. “What do I do?!” She shouted to no one. The sports bra was suddenly feeling a lot more comfortable. Em looked down and saw the cause. With a mixture of amazement, fear, and delight, she watched as her breasts started to inflate like balloons, pale pink fur washing over her chest. Her hands shot to them instinctively. They felt so heavy, the sports bra’s integrity already at risk. Is this why she doesn’t wear this anymore? Because it makes her transform? Em’s nipples poked beneath the material, hard as diamonds. The slightest touch from her hands made her fall to her knees, a quivering mess. Em’s wavering voice filled the room. “Now’s, not a, FUCK, good time!”
But her body was saying otherwise.
As naturally as if she had always done so, her transformed thumb and forefinger pinched her nipples. She squealed. It wasn’t enough. She pulled the bra upward, letting her jugs drop and bounce. “They’re bigger than my head!” Her hands sank into the supple flesh as if the two fun-bags were made of jello. The nipples were still diamond hard, and she spared no time in pinching one. Em squealed. Her other hand shot to her pussy, sliding into the pants and thong, pulling out her cock. She couldn’t get hard very easily anymore, but this was no contest. Her cock was like an underripe peach; it could shatter a window. With her thumb, fore, and middle finger, she tugged and stroked it.
Like, enjoy it. It’ll totes be the last.
That sounded like Pinkie. She opened her eyes and looked around, thinking she was so lost in her pleasure that the skunk had come home early! But no. Where did that voice come from?
She hadn’t felt this good with her cock clitty in months! Not since she started the Species Transition hormones. Wait. When did I start taking those? She had been on Estrogen, hadn’t she? Well, with tits like these, she must be done and moving on.
Silly billy. You’ve been talking about this for years!
Yeah, what was she talking about? She’d always wanted to Species Transition. And now that she was done with the lame estrogen part, she could move on! But what did she want?
Em’s hips took on the black fur, leaving her underbelly pale pink. They expanded, becoming so seductively wide and soft. They stretched the booty shorts to a more fitting size, until they were just right, pushing into the soft meat only slightly. Her thighs followed suit, pushing her legs outward as they reached maximum thiccness. Black fur quickly swallowed them, covering her previously pale human skin.
“Oh god!” Em panted wildly, reaching climax without a toy for the first time in months. “I’m gonna cum!” Heat filled her body, from her head down to her transforming toes. They molded together into three, plump, white toes, pink beans forming on the bottom, so soft and squishy. It didn’t once occur to her that she was going to cum in Pinkie’s room.
Let it all out, gurl. Become the skunk you were always meant to be! YAS!
That’s what it was! She wanted to be a skunk! How could she forget! “Totes gunna spooge!” She leaned back, falling back on her tail. Cum shot from her clitty, thin, watery ropes flying through the air and onto her body, staining her fur. Any changes that hadn’t been made all occurred at once! The hair on her head exploded in length, down to her tailbone, as bangs shot over her eyes, covering her eyes… whatever color they were. Her waistline narrowed, an hourglass figure more prominent than before. Pink ears emerged from her head as her human hearing appendages shrank, while a snout sprouted from her skull, replacing her nose and mouth with something more skunk-like. Most importantly, her clitty, draining its supply for the last time, shrank into her body, leaving a pristine, unused, picturesque womanhood behind. Fur swarmed her face, completing the surprise transformation.
Good job, babes!
“Oh, fuck,” Em panted, her breasts weighing her down as they sagged to the sides of her body. She still had a few hours before Pinkie came back. What was she going to do? Her whole body was transformed! Changed!
Like, don’t worry, gurl. I know exactly what to do.
The hand that sat over her groin where her clitty one was sprang to action. It dove into her pants once more and slid effortlessly into her pussy. Em shrieked. She had lost her virginity again! Was that how that worked? She didn’t know. Or care, for that matter. She was too airheaded at the moment to even think straight. All that she wanted was more. More pleasure. More… just more pleasure!! She got up from the floor and walked to the dresser once more, knowing that now all those other clothes would fit perfectly.
You know you want to…
“I do.” She opened it and pulled out the first thing she thought about. A black, latex leotard with a keyhole. Em took off the sports bra, thong, stockings, and booty shorts. She tugged on the latex top, caressing her breasts so tightly that it made her chest somehow look bigger, the cleavage spilling from the opening allowing her girls to breathe so evenly. What she didn’t know about Pinkie’s choice of usual attire previously was that the latex top had no crotch!
Meanwhile, downstairs, the deadbolt was being unlocked, and the door swung open. A massive woman, her breasts, thighs, and ass so wide and bubbly that anyone who looked at her couldn’t help but call her sexy. She sighed, “Finally home.”
Black latex stockings were next. They slid over her legs like they belonged there, stretched to perfection. “Now, for the fun part.” She somehow knew where they were. Opening the bottom drawer revealed Pinkie’s collection of toys. Big ones, small ones, some with knots as large as a grapefruit, some freaky ones that even she wasn’t sure how to properly use, and the one. The toy that Pinkie had shown her when she bought it. A fourteen-inches-long, two-and-a-half-inches-at-its-widest-point, flared-tip horse cock dildo. Em coveted this purchase and wanted to try it for herself.
Now, she could.
She grabbed a bottle of lube from the drawer and returned to the bed. Coating the cock in an ample amount, she pressed the meat to her fresh, barely used lips. “It’s time…”
“Hey!” A woman stood in the doorway. A black and pink skunk. Hair over her eyes, piercings in her left ear, and spiked collars and bracelets adorning her body. “Why the hey are… oh no… EM?!”
Em was red-faced, her lower lips exposed to the skunk, even with a massive dildo in the way. “Maybe?”
“Oh, you totes did not wear my stuff!” Pinkie, the real Pinkie, sounded worried. She looked around the room. The neutral colored outfit from before was on the floor with cum stains still on it. “Oh no…” She covered her mouth. “Babes, you’re… me! Like, well, I’m me, but you’re also me!” She ran into the room and pinned Em to the bed, her tail upright. “You don’t know what you’ve done, gurl.”
“What?”
“It’s still fresh, maybe we can do-” Pinkie tried to pull Em off the bed and toward the door, but Em stopped her. “We can take you back to the clinic!”
“Nuh uh.” Em pulled PInkie back toward her. “I like this. I want this.” She tried to thrust the dildo into herself, but had to stop. She wasn’t stretched out yet.
Pinkie sighed. “Fine. Know what?” She slid off the bracelets and took off her pink fingerless gloves. “If you want this, you’re gonna have to work for it. I still have some vacay to use. You’re gonna take a full course on being me.” Her eyes, still blocked by her bangs, seemed to gaze into Em’s. “First, babes,” she pulled the toy away from the new pussy, “You gotta remember foreplay.” Her fingers grazed the newly formed hole, teasing her twin. “Never forget.” Her lips moved in towards Em’s, her black lipstick clinging to the other pair awaiting her as they made out like horny lesbian cheerleaders in a sorority. Pinkie’s other hand caressed Em’s tits, feeling their weight. Just then, something hit her. If she was touching “herself…” Is this how I feel? Yes, she could always just touch herself privately, but feeling her own breasts on someone else’s body made it all the more exciting.
Em moaned hornilly, her voice echoing into Pinkie’s mouth and down her throat. Their saliva spilled from their mouths and flowed over their bodies. “You know,” Pinkie said after they separated, their drool coating their fur. “You could have asked to get some girl stuff instead of wearing mine. They’re soaked in my Species Transition spray. You must have smelled it, dummy.”
You didn’t care, did you?
“I didn’t,” Em moaned. Her voice was busy making sexy noises for her surprise dom partner to milk out of her.
You know what this means, don’t you?
Pinkie inserted her fingers into Em’s wet, dripping pussy. They slid inside so easily. She stretched her apart with her fingers, prepping Em for what was to come. If she wanted to take the toy this soon, she’d need lots of prep.
You’re Pinkie now.
Forget Em. Humans are totes lame anyway.
I’m Pinkie? Sure, she may look like her, and she was taking on some valley-girl undertones, but there was no way. That’s not how that works…
…
Was it?
The floofy tail that nestled her against the bed reminded her that she wasn’t human. The fact that she could see a wet, black nose in her vision reminded her, too. The massive breasts that Pinkie, the real Pinkie, was fondling and teasing weren’t there an hour ago! Maybe…
She still had trouble coming to terms with it.
“Hey, don’t go getting distracted on me, gurl.” Pinkie pulled her fingers from Em’s honeypot, strands of femcum stretching as they clung to her decorated fingers. “I think you’re ready.” She grasped the toy and pressed it against her opening. “I don’t think you’ll be going back after this. You know I’m a bit of a size queen. We both are.
We are Pinkie
Was that voice Pinkie? No, that didn’t make sense. Who was it? Was it the S.T. hormones doing weird things to her brain?
“I literally never would have thought this would happen. The hormones were made using my DNA, though, so it’s kinda logical and all that.” She leaned in, her maw an inch away from Em’s ear, twitching from the proximity of the furry feature. “And I always wanted a sister.”
Pinkie shoved the toy inside, disregarding all the foreplay talk. All fourteen insertable inches, medial ring and knot included, went right into Em’s body. The recipient grasped the sheets, her nails digging into them deeply, and took a sharp breath in through gritted teeth.
Take it all in, Pinkie.
“I’m not…” Em gasped with painful breaths. She wasn’t Pinkie completely. She was Em! Even if she had messed up royally and gotten herself transformed into Pinkie, she was still Em mentally! No amount of stimulation, teasing, or brainwashing from sci-fi species-transforming hormones. Every sharp breath brought in more of that feminine smell, drowning her senses in it. Pinkie was covered in it! How had she not noticed before!
Let go, Pinkie.
The toy reached places she didn’t even know she had! As the ridges and veins rubbed against her inner walls, she felt the flared tip push through a previously undiscovered hole. Was that her womb? SHE HAD A WOMB!? There was no way science had come that far! But there was no denying what she was feeling. What both of their hands had penetrated.
“You make such cute noises!” Pinkie teased. Her hand grasped one of Em’s hard nipples that was poking through the latex leotard. “I know I love playing with my tits.” She tugged and pulled as if they were toys. “Even if my doctor could help, I don’t think you’d want that.” Em squirmed and whined, but she didn’t swat Pinkie’s hand away. “I think you love this too much, babes.”
You do. Admit it.
“I… I…” Em was caving in. How could she not? This body was phenomenal! She couldn’t feel like this in her old body! “I do!”
“Good girl, Em.” Pinkie gave her a delicate kiss on the lips. “Now cum for me.” She shoved the toy inside, leaving it there.
“GYAAAAAAAH!” Femcum squirted around the toy as her body shook. Lightning had struck her as she surrendered. This surprise fast pass to womanhood was laced with euphoric desires, even if the fine print was discovered too late. She’d be fine in this body. And being Pinkie’s sister didn’t sound bad at all.
“Know what, though…” Pinkie said as she yanked the toy from the new skunk’s pussy. “We can’t have two of me running around. That’s, like, super confusing.” No response from Pinkie 2.0. “I know! Let’s dye your pink bits and call you something else! How about… Bluey? Wait, no, that’s taken already, and you aren’t Australian… Not a bad vibe, but not a good one for you, either, babes. Or should I say me? Oh, this makes my brain hurt!” Pinkie held her head. Either way, you need some piercings, makeup, and fashion sense. Those,” she pointed to the outfit that caused all this chaos, “are SO last year.”
“Yas, totally…” Pinkie, or whatever her name was gonna be after this, panted wildly. She needed a few minutes to recover.
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