Discord was sitting on his porch, sipping at a cup of distilled rainbow while he watched the swirling madness that was the chaos realm he called home. He couldn’t help but let out a sigh. While he enjoyed his friendship with the girls, Spike and Big Mac, he couldn’t help but crave something. He missed the grandiose acts of chaos that he used to do. But he had promised Fluttershy that he wouldn’t do that to Equestria anymore.

Suddenly, a lightbulb appeared over his head and a giant grin spread across his face. He jumped up from his seat and rubbed his hands together. “I just have to go to a different world to add some chaos to. I might even put everything back to normal when I’m done.” He snapped his talons and a crystal ball appeared in front of him. A remote then appeared in his talon and he started flipping through various images. He then stopped on one and grinned. “Oh, I think I’ve hit the jackpot.”

A costume party was playing on the ball, consisting of non-pastel colored humans. Spotting a candy bowl, Discord’s grin widened. “Good thing I saved these~” A bag of candy appeared on his paw.

Said bag was full of transformation candy, confiscated from a few of his cultists.

“I do so love these little things,” he said to himself. “They never fail to amuse.” He then reached out, pushing his paw through the crystal ball and dumping the candies into a bowl without any of the party-goers noticing. “And now to sit back and watch the fireworks.”

The party was in full swing and all the guests had arrived. There was the light thump of music in the background as everyone chatted and compared costumes. There were of course the show offs who had painstakingly made their costumes themselves to make sure no detail was overlooked or ignored. While others were content with raiding the local costume shop before everything was gone. There was even a tipsy girl in a fursuit, jokingly asking people if they wanted to yiff.

One of the partiers, a young man by the name of Kevin, meandered his way along the snack table, drumming his fingers on it. His costume was homemade, a beak strapped to his face and a pair of mock angel wings, spray painted brown, were tied to his back. He also had on yellow gloves that he capped with some rounded scrap metal that he had spray painted yellow and a fake tail attached to his pants. It may not have been a masterpiece, but he was proud of it. He continued looking over the snacks, his eyes settling on a wrapped candy he didn’t recognize. He picked one up and turned it over in his hand, looking for anything to help identify it. He shrugged and decided to take a chance on it. He unwrapped it and popped the candy into his mouth.

A literal explosion of flavor went off in his mouth, though, he couldn’t exactly name the flavor. He let out a small sound of pleasure and continued to roll the candy around in his mouth. Before he knew it, the candy was gone and he pulled his fake beak away so he could lick his lips.

“Damn that's good~” He reached out, quickly grabbing another piece. He popped it into his mouth, moving off to grab a drink.

He reached into a cooler and pulled out his drink. He had just opened it when he felt something bump into his hip.

“Wow, Kev, did you put all that together at the last minute?” He looked over to see his friend Angie giving him a teasing grin. She had dyed her hair light blue, threw some sparkling glitter into it and was wearing a fake suit of armor that she had adjusted to show off more skin and painted light blue.

“Hey, this is a one of a kind,” Kevin responded, frowning at her. “Better than what you have. What are you even supposed to be anyway?”

“Human version of Nightmare Moon,” she replied, rolling her eyes. “I keep telling you to check out MLP. It has Q from TNG voicing a character, and Weird Al appears in an episode.”

He rolled his eyes. “Ya, ya. You enjoy your ponies. I like more mature things.”

Angie smirked at him. “This coming from the guy who bitched about the new Power Rangers movie for over an hour on Reddit.”

He pouted but grumbled. “Fine, we’re both dorks. Happy?”

“I’m always happy when you admit I’m right,” she told him, patting his shoulder. “So why’d you pick a griffin for your costume?”

He scoffed. “Because griffins are awesome, that's why.”

Angie chuckled and pulled out a piece of candy from a pocket on her costume. She unwrapped it and popped it in her mouth. “Fair enough. There are griffins in MLP by the way.”

“Angie, I’m not going to watch your damn pony show.”

“Hey, can’t blame a girl for trying.” She flashed him a smile. “That’ll be the last pitch I make for the show, I promise.”

“Good.” he took a sip of his drink, noting the lingering taste of the candy.

“Mmm, do you know who brought these candies?” Angie asked, showing the wrapper of the candy she was eating.

“No, but they're amazing.” Kevin was about to say something else, but suddenly there was a pain in his stomach. He clutched it, the pain slowly spreading out from his stomach until he felt like his body was on fire. A groan escaped his lips and he fell against her.

“Kev, are you okay?” Angie asked, her eyes widening as she helped him stay on his feet. “Do I need to call you an ambulance?”

“God it hurts...” he moaned, squeezing his eyes shut.

“Okay,” Angie started, taking a deep breath to calm herself down. “I’m gonna find you a place to lie down and then I’ll call you an ambulance.”

She put her arm around him, slowly walking him upstairs to an empty bedroom. She helped him lay on the bed, his groaning getting louder. He curled up, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood. Angie had to fight to keep from panicking, pulling out her phone as she watched her friend. She had just dialed a nine and a one when she suddenly felt a pain in her stomach. She grabbed her stomach, dropped her phone and collapsed to her knees.

“Fuck...” she grit her teeth, desperately grabbing for the discarded phone. She found it just behind her heel and looked at it. She let out a curse when she saw the screen, it was cracked beyond the hope of function. “K-Kev, you’re gonna have to be the one to dial,” she panted out, her body feeling like it was on fire.

“M-my phone’s in the car...” he panted out, peering over the edge of the bed.

“Shit,” she grunted. “I think there was something wrong with that candy. Someone must’ve spiked them with something.”

Kevin groaned, feeling the heat build up into an inferno. He clumsily undid the wings, quickly removing his shirt.

“Ugh, lucky,” Angie whined, watching him pull his shirt over his head. “This costume does not breathe at all.” She pulled off the boots and gauntlets of her costume, frowning as it did nothing to offer her relief.

“Yea... lucky me...” he grumbled, tossing away his beak.

“At least we’re miserable together,” she offered, closing her eyes.

Kevin frowned, hit with a sudden wave of itchiness. He furiously scratched at his chest, wishing he hadn’t just cut his nails. He heard a grunt from Angie followed by what seemed like her scratching as well. The two continued for awhile, the only sounds being nails raking across skin. Kevin had to stop, he felt something silky on his fingers where there had once been fairly smooth skin.

“The hell?” he blinked, looking down at his chest. His eyes nearly bulged out of his skull, seeing feathers sprouting from his skin. He kept scratching, more feathers sprouting wherever he scratched. “Holy shit, what’s happening to me?!” He pulled his hands away, resisting the urge to continue.

“Kev, what’s happening?” Angie opened her eyes and looked over at him. “Oh my god, you’ve got feathers!”

“I can fucking see that!” he shot back, glaring at her. His eyes widened again. “And you’ve got black fur.”

Angie looked down at herself and her eyes bugged out when she saw black fur all along her arms and legs. “Fuck!” she grabbed a handful, tugging at it. She winced in pain, stopping before pulling any of it out. “K-Kev, are we high and having a bad trip right now?” she asked, nearly hyperventilating.

“Oh god, I hope so.” The two watched as both of them continued sprouting fur and feathers, despite neither of them scratching.

“This is so crazy,” Angie said, trembling.

“Fuck it.” Kevin went back to scratching, letting out a sigh of relief. As he did, his lower half started to sprout brown fur. Angie sighed and joined him, scratching anywhere she could reach.

Angie let out another grunt, feeling a tingling on her scalp and face. A few moments later, something shimmering passed in front of her eyes.

“Uh... your ear is moving,” Kevin informed.

She felt the sides of her head, only to not feel her ears at all. She panicked for a few moments, searching frantically for her ears. She stopped when she reached the top of her head, feeling two oddly shaped ears.

Kevin barely had time to register it, as a sudden bought of pain wracked his feet. He thrust his leg out at her. “Get my shoe off!” Angie quickly did as he asked, untying and pulling off his shoes. A popping sound filled the air, followed by a groan of pain. His feet shifted, bones rearranging.

“Kev, you’ve got paws now,” she told him with a gasp.

“God that's weird.” Kevin frowned, wriggling them slightly.

“I think you’re actually becoming a griffin,” she said. “I mean, feathers and fur, it makes sense.” She then frowned. “Or as much sense as what I hope is a bad trip can make.”

Kevin shuddered, looking over his shoulder. “Does that mean I’m going to grow wings too?”

“Probably.” She shrugged. “Wonder if you’ll be able to fly when this is done.”

A sudden numbness cut off Kevin’s reply. He looked down at his hands. The skin was starting to harden, taking on an off yellow color. Flexing them, he watched as his finger nails fused with his fingers, forming sharp talons.

Angie was about to make a comment, but a sharp pain in her legs caused the words to die in her throat. She looked down to see her legs shifting. There were sickening pops and cracks as her bones shifted and her toes retracted into her foot. When her legs finally stopped changing, she was left with a pair of hooves.

Kevin stared at them, then up at her. “Who did you say you were dressed as?”

“N-Nightmare Moon,” Angie replied, running her hands along her legs. “She’s a black furred pony so uh, I think I’m turning into her.”

Kevin sighed, looking at himself. “Yeah, that's just gr-” His sentence turned into a string of garbled sounds. He clutched at his face, squeezing his eyes shut. His grunts then became pained squawks, and when he opened his eyes again, he saw that he had a sharp beak.

Kevin gave it a click, reaching up to poke it. His hair started to grow, changing color. After a few moments, his head, neck and chest were covered in green feathers, with a few red markings.

“Whoa, those are some cool co-urk!” Angie groaned and clutched her face, watching as it pushed out and elongated into a muzzle. She then felt a twitch in her eyes but obviously she couldn’t see any changes there.

“Damn, those are some crazy eyes.” Kevin stared into them, shifting positions. He frowned, suddenly unable to sit comfortably.

“Yeah, Nightmare Moon is the first villain in the show,” she explained, watching as Kevin loosened his pants. He shimmed out of them, revealing a tail.

“Gah, can you warn a girl before you do that?” Angie asked, blushing as she turned to look away from him.

“I still have my boxers,” he countered, rolling his eyes.

“And when’s the last time we hung out wearing nothing but underwear?” She asked with a huff. She then groaned and covered her forehead.

“We’re turning into weird furries, and that's your prime concern?”

Angie’s only reply was a groan as she felt something poke at her hands. She quickly removed them and felt her head gain weight as what she assumed was a horn grew from her head.

“Oh shit.” Kevin stared at the new bony projection, his beak hanging open.

“Yeah, Nightmare Moon had a pretty sharp looking horn. It also let her do magic,” Angie explained, trying to adjust to the shift in weight. She then gasped and scrambled to pull off the chest piece of her costume, leaving her in a powder blue bra that matched her costume.

“Uh... you okay?”

“I’m fine,” she said. “I just realized that Nightmare Moon has wings so I was making sure that they don’t grow in wrong because of being restricted.”

“Right.”

They sat in a precarious silence, waiting for the next inevitable change to come over them. They both let out cries of pain simultaneously and reached for their backs. The source of their pain was between their shoulder blades. The two wound up on their stomachs, feeling two bumps poking from their backs.

“Fuck, that hurts!” Kevin hissed, digging his talons into the bed.

The two continued to hiss and curse for several minutes while the bumps grew and formed into large pairs of wings. They panted, trying to catch their breath while they looked over their shoulders to see that their wings were surprisingly dry.

“Please tell me that's it...” Kevin begged, burying his face into the sheets.

“I think so,” Angie said, panting and attempting to stand up. “I think we’re completely transformed.” She stood up on shaky hooves before falling back on her ass onto the bed. “Ugh, I can’t find my balance on these damn hooves.”

“Paws aren’t going to be any better.” Kevin pulled himself into a sitting position, looking down at his paws. He placed one on the floor, testing his weight.

“Huh,” Angie looked him over for a moment, “is it just me or did you get buff during all the insanity?”

“Buff?” he looked down, tilting his head.

“Yeah, you’ve even got real abs, not sharpied on ones,” she teased, reaching over to poke his stomach.

“Stop that.” He pouted, rather impressive given the beak.

“Hey, I was giving you a compliment,” she said, though she pulled her hand away. “So uh, what are we supposed to do now? I mean we could sneak out and hide out at one of our places without getting too much attention, thank god it’s Halloween. But then what?”

Kevin groaned, staring up at the ceiling. “Go live in the woods and become mountain people?”

“So we’d be living off the land and each other, huh?” Angie shook her head and let out a dry chuckle. “Sounds like the start of a trashy romance novel.”

“What? Is there someone else you’d rather be a horse with?”

“I guess you got me there,” she said, looking back at him with a weak smile. “What about you, anybody you’d rather be a bird with?”

He returned her smile. “Not a one. And besides, I’m a cat-bird.”

Angie rolled her eyes, though her smile grew slightly. She then moved to get up, bracing herself against a wall. “Come on, if we lean on each other we should at least be able to walk like we’re drunk off our asses.”

Kevin nodded, slowly extracting himself off the bed. He wobbled, stumbling towards her. The two of them put their arms around each other, doing their best to keep their balance as they slowly walked towards the door to the bedroom. The two looked between their feet and their surroundings, shakily moving their legs in tandem.

“Okay... this isn’t so hard...” Kevin commented, the pair falling into somewhat of a rhythm. They slowed to a crawl when they made it to the stairs, taking extra care to not go tumbling down. They let out a sigh of relief when they stepped onto the first floor, the front door a few feet in front of them. “Let’s just hurry up, we’re almost naked...”

“I’ve been going as fast as I can,” Angie grumbled, quickly stepping to the door. “Who’s place are we hiding out in tonight?”

“Let’s go to yours. It’s closer.” He grabbed his coat off the rack, draping it over them.

Angie nodded and opened the door, closing it behind them as they headed to his car. “I got a ride from another friend, so we won’t have to worry about coming back for mine.”

“I think I can still drive.” He rummaged around in his jacket, fishing out his keys. Unlocking the door, her let Angie crawl over into the passenger seat before getting in. He turned the key to the ignition, testing his paws on the pedals. He put the car in reverse and backed out of the driveway.

After a ten minute drive they stopped in front of her apartment building. He got out, bracing himself against the car. Angie did the same and then leaned against him again as they slowly made their way into the building.

“I have never been happier to be on the second floor,” she muttered.

“We’re taking the elevator.”

“Yeah,” she said with a nod, “I’m not going to try and walk upstairs like this.” The two wobbled over to the elevator, and she pressed the button for the second floor. She led them to her apartment door and pulled out a spare key that she had kept hidden and pulled them into her apartment.

“Safe,” Kevin joked, giving her his best smile.

“For now at least,” Angie replied with a sigh of relief. She collapsed on the sofa, slumping over. “I just need a few minutes to calm down.”

“Yeah, I feel-” A groan of pain escaped his beak as a familiar heat built up in his stomach.

“Fucking seriously?!” he swore, dropping to his knees.

“Kev!” Angie got up and stumbled over to his side, putting her hands on his shoulders. “What’s wrong?”

“The same thing that turn me into a bird-cat,” he hissed, hunching over in pain.

“What, why the hell is this happening now?” she asked, rubbing his back in a vain hope of comforting him.

Kevin’s eyes widened in realization. “I ate two of them...”

“Shit, then you might be getting another change,” she said with a frown. “Let’s hope it’s changing you back to normal.” She gave him her best smile.

Kevin let out a sound somewhere between a squawk and a gasp, feeling his mid-section cinch in. There was then a tingling in his hips as they started to flare out. He gulped and looked down at his new lower body.

“Oh fuck, please don’t let this change be what I think it is,” he begged with a whimper.

Much to his relief, his junk was not in fact shrinking away, but growing and changing. When the odd sensation in his crotch faded away, he lifted the waistband of his boxers to take a quick peek. He was greeted by an animal-like sheath, fuzzy balls and the hint of something hidden beneath them. He blinked, gingerly moving his hand down to explore. He let out a gasp when his finger brushed against what was hidden beneath his junk. He gulped and looked up at Angie.

“Um, Angie, promise not to laugh when I tell you this?” he asked, blushing furiously.

“Kevin, I’m not going to laugh at you,” Angie promised, flash him a smile. “Now, what is it?”

“I’m uh,” he gulped, “ kinda turning into a herm.”

Angie blinked, glancing down at his crotch. “Seriously? Huh, doesn’t seem that bad.”

“And how would you feel if you suddenly grew a horse dick?” he shot back, giving her a glare. His glare morphed into a pout as his body continued to change, his limbs slenderizing, while his ass swelled.

“Guess it wouldn’t be a bright side to point out you’re getting a killer figure, huh?” she asked with a chuckle. “Cause damn boy, you got a nice ass.”

“Angie, you’re not exactly helping right now,” he grumbled, taking in all the changes. A deep blush built up on his face as two mounds started to grow on his chest. When they were done growing, he was left with large breasts that were around D cups if he had to guess and a white patch of feathers just above them he could only describe as, chest floof.

“Damn.” Angie leaned back, taking his new appearance in. “Kev, you're hot as fuck.”

“Glad you think so,” he muttered, pouting down at his chest. “Because I feel like an even bigger freak right now.”

Angie reached over, and to his surprise, pulled him into her lap. “You’re not a freak, Kevin.”

“I appreciate the sentiment, Angie, but I’m an anthropomorphic, griffin hermaphrodite and you’re a living cartoon character. We’re both pretty freaky right now.”

Before he could lament any further, Angie grabbed his head, planting an awkward kiss on his beak. His eyes widened in shock, his body stiffening. He eventually closed his eyes and attempted to return the kiss. She wrapped her arms around him, breaking the kiss.

“Like you said, there's no one else I’d rather be a freak with.” Angie smiled sweetly, showing off her now sharp teeth.

“I was an idiot to never ask you out before,” he said, managing to crack a smile. “But yeah, I’m glad we’re in this together.”

“Excellent.” She leaned down, kissing his head. “And hey, I’m basically a night goddess, so if anyone messes with us, I’ll send em’ runnin’.”

Kevin started to laugh. “Uh huh, and do you even know how to use your, “night goddess” powers?”

“No, but I can learn.” She tightened her grip on him, squeezing their chests together.

“Teaching ourselves to fly should be fun,” he offered, resting his talons just below her wings. “I can just picture looking down at the forest from up in the sky.”

Angie grinned, sliding her hands up his back. “I can think of a few other things to do with them...” Like a cat pouncing on its prey, she grabbed the base of his wings, giving them a squeeze.

He squawked in surprise, but that quickly gave way to a moan that sounded almost like a purr. He looked into her eyes and smirked, giving her wings a similar treatment. She hummed in delight, squeezing harder. His purring grew, causing his chest to rumble with vibration. He leaned in, nipping and licking her neck as he squeezed and rubbed her wings.

“Hmm... seems like birdie likes that,” Angie teased, “Good to know.”

“Like you’re one to talk,” he shot back, smirking. “I can feel how hard your nips are through your bra.”

“And I can feel your dick through your boxers,” she shot back, moving her abdomen against his crotch.

“Think we should break these new bodies in?” he asked, moving his talons to the clasp of her bra.

“I’d like that.” she smiled, licking his beak. He returned her smile and undid the clasp of her bra, throwing it behind him so it landed on the T.V. She grabbed his boxers, slowly sliding them down his legs. His erection sprang up, standing proud between them. It was larger than it had been before, its shape more pointed and it was a deep purplish-red color.

“Well, doesn’t that look angry?” Angie chuckled, moving her hand, brushing against it ever so slightly.

He trembled slightly, the little bit of contact sending jolts of pleasure up his spine. “Whoa, it might look angry, but it’s pretty sensitive.” He hooked a talon into her panties and pulled them down, leaving them both bare.

“I’m liking what I see.” Angie pushed him onto his back, looming over him. With a toothy grin, she placed her hands on either side of his head, looking down at him.

“You always dominant in bed, or is somebody getting a power trip from becoming a, “night goddess”?” he asked, returning her grin. He reached down, giving her ass a squeeze.

“What?” she asked, leaning down into his face. “Are you saying you don’t want to be my pet?”

He shrugged, though his hands remained firmly planted on her ass. “I could give being submissive a shot.” He then gave her a smirk. “But watch your ass because next time you might be the one on your back.”

“Oh?” she asked, tilting her head. “And how would you pull that off?”

His smirk grew. “I’m a predator, and you’re prey, I know how to go in for the kill.”

Angie snorted, moving her hand down, grabbing hold of his balls. “Think so hm?” she asked, giving the orbs a squeeze.

He shuddered, a tinge of pain tinted pleasure running through him. He chuckled. “Something tells me the two of us are going to do a lot of wrestling to see who gets to be on top in the future.”

Angie broke character, giggling. ”Good. It’ll make things much more entertaining.”

“As if being around you would ever get boring,” he said, leaning up to give her a deep kiss.

She returned it, moving her hand up from his balls to his newly improved dick. She gave it a few experimental strokes, causing him to moan and shudder into the kiss before she lined it up with her folds. She then raised her hips up, pressing the tip against her entrance.

“You ready?” she asked, looking down at him.

“I’m more than ready,” he told her, brushing a talon against her nether lips.

Angie shuddered, sliding herself down onto his pole. They both moaned, Angie pushing her hands down on the couch to brace herself as she felt her inner walls being stretched.

“Mmm, that's a nice feeling...” she winked, placing her hands on his breasts.

Kevin let out a surprised squeak as she squeezed and squished his breasts. He clicked his beak, trying to hide his arousal. This only encouraged her more, and she gave his nipples a tug. His wings flared out beneath him, and he let out a long moan as he dug his talons into the sofa.

“I see, birdie likes,” Angie taunted, twisting them.

Kevin clamped his beak shut, holding back another moan. He managed to collect himself, prying his talons from the cushions to give her clit the smallest of pinches. She stifled a moan, starting to move her hips up and down. He moved his hips with her, his one hand pinching her clit while the other rested on her hip.

Refusing to be beaten, Angie pulled a hand away from his chest. Biting her lip, she brought it down to his crotch, brushing her fingers along his slit.

He moaned, squirming in a futile attempt to get away from her fingers. “N-no fair,” he whined between moans as she slipped a finger inside.

“How so?” She asked, slipping another finger in, rubbing his clit with her thumb. “Was I not suppose to please your tight little snatch?”

Kevin groaned, her words affecting him almost as much as her actions. “You’ve only got one set of genitals for me to tease,” he said, clicking his beak in an attempt to bite his lip. “I’ve got both now.”

“So, that just means you have more options.” Angie giggled, bouncing up and down on him, thrusting her fingers in and out. She smirked, licking her lips as she looked into his eyes. “In fact, I’ve got a few toys that I can’t wait to use on you, little birdie.”

Kevin gulped rather audibly. “L-like what?”

“Oh, you’ll see,” she replied winking at him. He gulped again, struggling to hold in a moan. Angie watched him squirm and moan, relishing in the control she had over him. She picked up the speed of her bouncing, the sound of their hips colliding filling the apartment.

“You're my pet now, birdie,” she informed, twisting his clit. “All mine.”

He moaned loudly, throwing his head back as a steady drip of came from his lower lips. He collected himself, twisting and pinching her clit while his other hand moved up to tease her wings.

Angie moaned,her wings slowly hardening. “That's right birdie, please your owner.” Kevin ignored her, thrusting up into her to match her bouncing and pinching her clit as hard as he dared with his talons. Angie arched her back, her breasts heaving. She bit her lip, thrusting her fingers in time with her bouncing as she moaned wantonly from his ministrations.

Kevin whimpered, the pleasure starting to overwhelm him, his mind trying to process all the new sensations.

“Mmm, is all this too much for birdie?” Angie teased, looking down to see his face contort in pleasure. His response was another moan. She moaned with him, feeling his dick twitch inside her. “Close already?” she taunted, though she could feel her own pleasure mounting. “We’ll have to work on your endurance, pet.”

“S-shut up...” he whined, squirming under her.

“Don’t cop an attitude with your owner,” she admonished, flicking the tip of his beak. “Unless you want me to leave you unsatisfied tonight?” She smirked down at him.

“I already told you, you’re prey.” He mustered up a glare, clicking his beak..

“Really?” Angie asked, stopping her bouncing so only the tip of his length was inside her. “Because from where I’m sitting you look an awful lot like a pet.” She rolled her hips, threatening to slip off his dick.

He choked down a whimper, turning his head away.

“Ready to say you’re a pet?” she asked, smirking and continuing to roll her hips. He shock his head, squeezing his eyes shut. “Then I guess you’ll just have to finish yourself off,” she said, threatening to lift away from his crotch. He whined, cracking an eye open. “Hmm, what was that?” she questioned, stopping just as she was a hair’s breadth away from being off his length. He bucked his hips, pushing back up inside her. She frowned and reached down between his legs, giving his balls a squeeze that stopped his thrusting. “Oh, someone is such a naughty birdie,” she growled.

He gasped in pain, freezing in place.

“Now, say you’re my pet and I’ll let go,” she promised.

“N-no...” he shook his head, his chest heaving.

“Are you sure?” She started to pull off his dick while his balls remained in her grasp. “It’d be a shame to leave you blue balled.” He took another chance, trying to thrust up again. She gave his balls another squeeze, holding back a moan from the rough thrust.

He winced, giving another thrust, getting another groove going. “Not as in control as you thought, huh?”

Angie growled in frustration and squeezed the orbs again. This time, he wasn’t perturbed and pushed through the pain, building up speed in an attempt to block it out with pleasure. Angie retaliated, pistoning her fingers in and out of him. This only seemed to spur him on, moaning loudly as he jackhammered his hips into her.

“Ready to give up?” Kevin smirked, nipping at her neck.

“Just shut up and fuck me,” she moaned, burying her face in his neck as she moved her hips with his and thrust her fingers into his twat as quick as she could. Kevin kept going, losing himself in the pleasure. Angie let out a loud moan that was muffled by his neck feathers, feeling her walls tighten around his length.

“Fuck!:” he shrieked, pumping rope after rope of cum inside of her. The two held onto each other as their orgasms wound down, panting as they caught their breath.

“W-wow,” Angie said, catching her breath. “That was certainly something.”

Kevin sighed in content, nuzzling her. “An awesome something.”

She nodded, letting herself lay down on top of him. “Yeah, kinda makes the idea of living out in the woods by ourselves seem a lot better.”

He placed a kiss on her lips. “So, are we a thing now?”

Angie returned the kiss and then laughed. “Kinda dumb question after what we just did. What, did you expect me to say we’re going to just be friends with benefits for the rest of our lives?” she teased, shooting him a smirk.

Kevin wrapped his around around her, purring like a cat. “Hey, I’m just making sure. I’d hate for my freak buddy to leave me all by my lonesome.”

She planted a kiss on his cheek, resting her head in the crook of his neck. “You don’t have to worry about that. I’ve stuck by you through worse. Remember prom?”

Kevin snorted. “Don’t remind me. Our dates bailed on us.”

She chuckled and shook her head, being mindful of her horn. “And the worst part was watching them show up with other people. Why do people call High School the best years of their lives again?”

Kevin shrugged. “I dunno, doesn’t really matter for us.” He reached up, haphazardly bringing a blanket down on them. “Lets just relax and deal with all of this tomorrow.”

“Yeah, future us can worry about all our problems.” She closed her eyes, holding him close. He rested his head on hers, drifting off to sleep.

Discord sat in his dimension, rolling on the ground as he laughed. “Oh, that was too perfect!” he boomed, holding his sides as they literally split. “Those candies never fail!” He managed to collect himself, getting up to look at the crystal ball.

And, those were only those two! He had paused the party to follow them. He hadn’t exactly expected one of them to turn into the spitting image of Nightmare Moon! He shuddered to think of what else could happen at the party once others started eating the candy. He grinned to himself, feeling proud that he had secured a source of entertainment for some time to come.

However, the pair had seemed to love their changes, at least for the moment. Perhaps they deserved a little something… He stroked his beard, thinking of the best way to handle this. Suddenly a bolt of inspiration hit him and he snapped his talons. Two necklaces appeared in front of him, one in the shape of a purple crescent moon, the other in the shape of an eagle with its wings flared upward. He then placed them in a box with a note explaining the enchantment on them. He pushed the box through the crystal ball, placing it on the coffee table for them to find when they woke up.

“There you go you two, now you don’t have to elope to the woods,” he mused.

Kevin woke up to a rather pleasant cozy feeling. Opening one of his eyes, he noted that he was in Angie’s house, with said person sleeping on top of him. He smiled for a moment before feeling the familiar call of nature. He carefully pulled himself out from under her, standing up to go to the bathroom. In doing so, he spotted a box on the coffee table that hadn’t been there the night before.

Deciding to get to it in a few minutes, he went to the bathroom. Once he was done, he came back to see Angie sitting up with a long yawn.

“Hey.” He plopped down in her lap, giving her a kiss. “Sleep well?”

She returned the kiss and smiled at him. “Like a baby, what about you?”

“Pretty much the same.” He grabbed the box. “So... this was just sitting here.”

She took the box from him and opened it. She pulled out two necklaces and the note. “Huh, this is odd.” She pulled opened the note and started reading.

“What's it say?” he asked, peering at it.

“It says these necklaces will let us turn back to normal and back to this whenever we want,” she relayed, quirking her brow as she looked between the note and the jewelry.

“Seriously?” Kevin took one of them. He examined it, turning it this way and that. “Looks like a normal locket.” He put the locket on, popping it open with a talon. Instead of a place for a picture, there was a button. He pressed it, and in a flash of light, he was returned to his old self. “Holy shit!” he jumped up, looking himself over.

“Looks like the note wasn’t bullshit,” Angie said, putting on her own necklace, opening it and changing back to normal. She took another look at the note, seeing that it was signed by a “D”.

“This solves our problem.” Kevin beamed. “And hey, we still get to keep our fetish fuel bodies.”

“I take it someone wants to experiment more with the new naughty bits?” she teased, looking between his eyes and his crotch.

“And you don’t?” he asked, raising his eyebrow.

“Oh trust me,” she started, a Cheshire grin spreading across her face, “I’ve got a laundry list of things I want to do in those bodies.”

Kevin smiled, holding his hand out. “It is a Saturday after all.”

She took his hand and stood up. “Sounds like a good day for a date followed by kinky sex,” she mused.

“Then, how about we get dressed and plan one out?”

“We could go see the Power Rangers movie,” she teased, leading him to her bedroom.

“If you want.” He stepped inside, not bothering to shut the door behind them.

“Not really,” she said with a chuckle. “I’d rather not hear you grumble for an hour and a half.”

“Then, how about we binge watch that pony show of yours?”

“Didn’t you say that you’d never watch it?” she asked, opening up her dresser to look for an outfit. She settled on a tank top, some simple panties and a pair of shorts.

Kevin shrugged. “That was until we turned into furries.” He blinked, looking between them. “I don’t have any clothes.”

“Well, we could get you back in your boxers, put a blanket on you and drive to your place so you can get dressed,” she offered.

“Good point.” He turned on his heels, going back downstairs. He retrieved his boxers from their resting place, sliding them on.

She slipped on a pair of socks and put on some shoes. “Actually, this works out better, didn’t you just buy a new T.V.?”

“I did.” He wrapped himself up in the blanket. “Pretty big too.”

“Very nice,” she said, leading him out the door. “Got popcorn at your place? Oh, and MLP is six seasons long and has four movies,” she informed with a grin. “So we might be doing a lot of binge watching.”