Rick watched his reflection in the mirror as the red fur spread like a wave over his body. In a matter of moments, he was completely covered in short, sleek red hair. He touched it and found it curiously different from Jim's skunk fur--this wasn't fluffy. It was heavy and laid down on his skin, forming a rather thick and sleek coat.
Then the changes seemed to pause, leaving Rick as himself covered in short red hair. There was a flickering and a couple of random splotches across his body shifted to a white color. Then the pain kicked in.
Rick lost himself in the darkness of pain as he felt and heard bones popping and muscles reworking. His head felt like it was splitting, and his entire body felt like it was being torn apart and rebuilt. Finally, and mercifully, he slipped into unconsciousness.
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Rick tried to focus. Someone was talking to him. He opened his eyes blearily and took a few moments to focus. He was startled at seeing the sexy, busty skunkette looking concerned over him. In a flash, he remembered about Jim's problem, their sex, and then the red hair. With a sudden burst of adrenalin, he jumped up and stared at his reflection.
The first thing he noticed was that Jim was looking in the mirror over his head--Jim was about a foot taller than he was. But as a skunkette, Jim had been fairly short. That worry was lost when he noticed his reflection. He was a very solidly built horseman. His whole body was still covered in the red and white hair, but now he had a flowing white mane and a luxurious white tail. His body was short...maybe four and a half feet tall, but his mass had remained the same. His body rippled with sleek horse-muscles. His hands weren't quite hooves, but his fingers were much less flexible and covered in hoof-like material. His feet were hooves, but large enough he could balance with little problem.
Rick's face was a horse's, completely. There wasn't a sign of humanity about it. His eyes were completely blue. He glanced down his body--his hips were wide and his haunches rounded. He had a rather large, but muscular, ass. He realized that if he went down on all fours he'd look like a pony. Thankfully, he could stand upright.
A thought ran through his head, and he glanced at his reflections crotch. With a loud, nickering sigh of relief, he saw he had drastically improved in that region, although it was jet black and a bit odd looking.
The skunkgirl who had been Jim turned Rick around gently, and...
Mon Dec 4 13:27:02 2000