We arrived at their house, which was a two story wooden affair that had no other houses in sight around it. "How do you two survive alone out here?"
Jack shrugged. "We make do. Sometimes we head into the city for supplies, but we got some animals." He hiked a thumb at a chicken coop and some cows were out in a field. "S'not a bad life really. Peaceful."
Pete headed inside first, showing the door wasn't even locked, though I doubted they got visitors often enough to worry about that much. How far out were we? I decided to ask. "How far out are we, and where from?"
Pete whistled at the question. "How'd you get so lost? I mean shit, I really have to get drunk before I forget where I am that bad."
Lone, in my arms, began to grind against one of the arms, rubbing his dick back and forth with an obvious building tension. Cindy shook her head. "It's a long story, but let's just go with that." She smiled, and Pete shook his head quickly.
"Ain't right, having two heads like that. You sure it ain't catchy?"
Lone spoke in a quivering voice. "Only if you kiss."
I nodded in agreement. "No fluid contact."
Peter shrank back. "What? You mean it really is contagious?"
Jack didn't seem as worried. "So don't kiss them, or give the little one there a handjob."
Lone twisted in my arms to look at Jack. "Please?"
Peter moved for the kitchen. "Nope."
Jack wasn't as quick to dismiss the idea, which I found a bit... odd. "If you're considering it, we were serious. You'll stop being a person if you mess with Lone Wing here. I'm not trying to do that to people."
Jack rubbed one arm with the opposing hand. "Right right, gonna go get dressed." He retreated to the stairs and fled upstairs.
Cindy frowned a little. "He desires the gift. Why did you scare him away?"
Lone bobbed his head up at me. "Let me play with him! You saw the way he was looking at me. He wants it!" He kicked out a leg weakly. "I want him..."
"Stupid question." I pet Lone behind the ear a little. "Were you gay as a human?"
"I'm not gay now." Lone whined softly before snorting and collapsing in my arms. "I don't care what he has, or doesn't. Besides... he might become a mare. Good chance of it really."
Peter returned with a bag of trail mix, and a bottle of water. He tossed both at my feet but didn't approach. "Take it and get out. I hope you get whatever treatment you need, but... yeah. Git."
I wanted to be angry at Peter, but I would have done the same thing in his boots, so I picked up the offered supplies. "Do you have a map?"
"Only got the one, sorry. Good luck."
We were soon outside, and I started walking away from the house, sharing the trail mix with Cindy and Lone when we heard the crunch of someone rushing up the driveway. It was Jack. "I'm coming with you."
This was very confusing. "Why are you so eager to be a pony?"
Jack turned a little red. "I like horses. I wanted to have a horse ranch since forever, but Pete said to get cows instead, more useful he said. But cows are stupid and fat. Horses are way better."
Lone rolled around in the crook of my arm, displaying himself to Jack. "You can come along."
Jack glanced back at the house. "We should put some distance. Pete looked like he was ready to get his shotgun."
Deciding not to risk shotguns, we made our way swiftly down the road until about noon, when Jack directed us off the road and to a small hut of a house. "People used ta live here, but they died, so it's just abandoned." We retreated into the darkness and settled down. I released Lone and he quickly scampered up to Jack, sniffing at him.
Jack reached for him, petting him around the head and ears as I had done many times. "You're a cute one, aintcha?"
At that point, I didn't grab for Lone. I gave the guy plenty of warnings. If he really wanted it, hell, who was I to stop him?
Lone rubbed his snout against the petting hand before he sat back and spread his fore-hooves. "Will you join my herd?" The question surprised me. Lone was asking permission instead of just continuing as they were.
Jack smiled and reached for Lone, pulling him up to Jack's lap and softly petting over his sides. "I'd be delighted to." Deft human fingers moved around to Lone's front and tickled over the flat end of his throbbing horse meat, making it twitch all the harder and draw a low groan from Lone Wing. "I'm a little overdressed, don't you think?"
Lone squirmed out of his grip and got to tugging the clothes free of his new friend as quickly as he could, grabbing with his teeth and flapping his wings for leverage, he was making steady progress, and they both seemed to be excited by the slowness of the act, like a teasing strip show.
Cindy bumped herself against my head. "Aren't they cute?"
I wasn't sure cute was the word I'd use, but it was nice seeing Lone get some of the attention he wanted. Jack was a man that clearly got his work in. He was mostly solid. Not too bad a looker if you like beards and that slightly-wild look of a man that doesn't do cities. I found my tail swaying a bit more energetically as I watched them, though I wasn't sure why. In fact, I wondered why I was watching at all. I looked away only to end up turning back to the action.
Jack had set Lone on the ground and moved up on him, offering his turgid length to the eager pegasus' mouth. Lone looked like he was about to go for it, but hesitated and tapped the ground with a hoof. "Down." They ended up on the dirt, with Lone on top and offering his shaft while reaching for Jack's member. He was too small to reach with his snout, but his hooves got over there and cradled Jack's cock, giving it a slow stroking from the base to the tip.
Jack got a happy noise out of Lone when he licked one of his big furry balls, but that was nothing compared to the writhing delight as tongue went to work along his aching shaft, working towards the flattened tip.
Cindy nudged against me again. "We should give him the gift?" She was whispering softly.
I whispered back, "Isn't that what Lone is doing?"
Cindy shook herself. "We can make it faster. Can't you feel it?"
I tried to sort myself out. I was pretty confused at the moment with where my emotions lay, but there was something there, besides the rapidly forming and uncomfortable bulge I was making in my pants. I could feel that Jack was infected, touched by the pony spirit, but it was slow growing, and would probably take... days to emerge.
"That," whispered Cindy. "Let's make it faster. May I?"
I frowned a little with a thought. "Won't that mess with his head?"
"He'll thank us later." She didn't ask any further, bathing Jack in a golden-pink light. He grunted and bucked his hips, shaft swelling in Lone's hooves. Lone smiled and leaned all the harder for it, and soon it was just long enough for him to kiss, and he began teasing the opening at the end furiously as his hooves worked.
I didn't like the look of that and flicked Cindy across the horn. She took control of the same hand and pinched my nose in revenge, "Don't be rude!"
Jack's breathing became labored as he began changing in a way I hadn't expected. His arms pulled back inch by inch, being absorbed by his body as he grew longer but more flexible. Dark brown fur exploded out from his old hair, covering his body as he mindlessly worked at Lone Wing. When his face pressed out into a snout, he was able to down the entire pony cock, and Lone Wing's wings beat furiously in pleasure. The scent of horny stallions filled the room and they grunted against one another. With his increased flexibility, Jack curled on himself, bringing Lone closer to his prize. Soon both of their shafts were lodged in the comforting wet tightness of the other's throat, noisily slurping at one another with increasing abandon.
Jack's legs began to draw in as well. He was becoming rather... snake-like? A pony naga, I settled on. He had the head of a pony, but the body of a snake. His back end was more bristly in the fur then the rest of him, giving the impression of a tail, and he till had his black hair, which was then a mane. With a sudden, loud, but muffled, groan they exploded. I could see their balls jumping in time with their powerful releases into one another's belly, and they settled down, breathing through their noses with loud little snorts for air.
I broke the relative silence by asking Jack. "You alright?"
Jack squirmed under Lone until Lone got the idea and clambered off of him. "Ugh... yeah, I think?" He looked down at himself and paled through the fur. "Oh sweet Jesus, what the hell am I? I thought I was supposed ta be a horse, not... whatever?"
Lone Wing turned to face him with a tilted head. "I... don't know?"
I didn't either. I looked to Cindy, the closest we had to an expert. "Why isn't he a pony?"
Cindy shrugged my shoulders. "He is. Ponies come in a lot of shapes and sizes, and they all have special talents."
Jack was far from pleased. "Well fuck that noise! I don't want to not have arms and legs! Fix it!"
Cindy shook her head. "I don't know how to do that."
Jack coiled a bit. "Don't know how, or it can't be done?"
Lone Wing looked devastated. "I'm so sorry... I thought you'd be a new wing-mate for me." He spread his wings wide. "You're still... I mean... I'm not leaving you."
Jack looked at Lone with a cocked brow a moment, then leaned in sinuously, apparently grasping how to use his new snake form reasonably. "Look at me! I'm pretty fucked up."
Lone reached a wing to tap Jack on the nose. "You look like a friend."