Rickshaw

Rickshaw

Her phone went off like a robot canary, filling the small bedroom with an obnoxiously upbeat digital song. Kody grunted and swatted at the offending device, hoping to make it shut up or at least let her snooze. Her fumbling hand found the screen and the song abruptly cut off. Kody rolled over in victory, snuggling back into the comforter and burying her face in the pillows. She had no intention of ever leaving this bed.

“Nap time's over!” Dash called cheerfully from their living area. “Time for all the little fillies to be up and moving!”

“Fuck you,” Kody coughed miserably into a pillow. Dash didn’t work all night and then go to classes all morning. No, Dash got to sleep in as long as she wanted and spent her whole day relaxing while Kody was at Nursing School. It was easy for her to be chipper. Kody would be chipper too if she ever got a full night’s rest instead of another stingy four hour nap. This whole situation was an injustice.

“Giddy-up!” Dash sang just as the robot canary woke back up, louder and happier than before. 

“Fuck!” Kody said surrendering to the inevitable. She sat up in bed and winced, her whole body still sore from the night before. Her back, her thighs, and especially her poor feet. She swung her feet to the cold floor and stood, grunting as her weight settled on her aching soles. “Fuck.” She raised herself up onto the balls of her feet and felt her arches stretch, somehow both painful and a relief. She wondered if she was doing permanent damage to her feet or something nefarious to her tendons. Malignant adaptation. She made a mental note to Bingle it in her Nursing Codex. Kody limped to the bathroom, turned on the cold tap, and splashed water on her face. She swept her long chestnut brown hair back into a ponytail and studied herself: a pale angular face, sharp chin, probably a bit too skinny, and certainly too tired around her hazel eyes. She brushed her teeth and did a little makeup, touched up her eyes and put on that stupid red lipstick Dash insisted on. She made sure to pee too, since it would be annoying to do later. Then she stretched herself tall, feet up to her tiptoes, long thin arms above her head, small high breasts shrugging nicely. “Okay. I can do this.”

Her reflection looked skeptical. 

“Bitch…”

***

Kody shuffled into the living room and frowned at her roommate, “This is not just.”

“Nothing is,” Dash replied. Kody could see Dash had already squeezed halfway into her black catsuit, her perfectly toned lower body already encased in skintight latex. The top half of the latex garment hung open around her waist, and her light brown skin was already shiny with lubricant. “A little help?”

Kody nodded and Dash brushed her curly black ponytail aside and held out an arm. Kody took their tube of silicone lube and got her hands nice and slippery. She then carefully lifted the front of Dash’s catsuit, rolling the right sleeve down into a cuff. Kody slipped the furled sleeve around her roommate's arm up to the shoulder and then patiently unrolled it, slowly sliding the latex back down Dash’s arm to the wrist. Dash raised her other arm and Kody repeated the process, slowly working the second sleeve into place. Dash squeezed her own breasts into the open front of her catsuit and then reached down under her ass to pull the long zipper up around her crotch, up along her flat stomach, and up to her chest, careful to leave it open enough to show off her ample cleavage. Kody stuck out her tongue and inspected Dash, then ran her hands all over Dash’s body, her arms, her stomach, even her tits, working out any bubbles and making a skintight fit. She examined her work. “Done.”

“Great,” Dash said with an easy smile. “Your turn.”

Kody blushed and rolled her eyes, “Fine.” She was still new to this whole latex thing and hadn’t learned the trick of dressing herself yet. Looking skyward she stuck out her leg. Dash squeezed lube onto her hands and started to rub it along Kody’s leg, making her squirm with sudden cold. “Sorry,” Dash soothed as she rubbed a coating of lube onto Kody’s pert ass. Dash picked up Kody’s black latex catsuit and slipped a rolled up leg around Kody’s ankle and then slowly, so slowly, she unpeeled it up to her knee. Then Dash repeated the process on the other leg, gliding on lube, getting the legging past Kody’s foot, then slowly encasing her lower leg, this time stopping a little higher. Kody hated how helpless being dressed made her feel, but the one time she’d insisted on doing it solo she’d managed to damage the latex and that shit was not cheap.  Dash pressed her slick hands against Kody’s thighs, slid them down into the latex tights, and one at a time slowly stretched them up to the joint of her hips. Kody stuck her own hands into the catsuit too, and together they wiggled and worked the latex over her ass and crotch. Kody shivered at the intimacy of it, of how close the two women were and how much touching was involved. She thought Nursing School would’ve gotten her over it by now, but maybe that didn’t happen until she actually started seeing patients. She sighed and twisted, doublechecked the crotch zipper on her catsuit was actually closed.

“Now for the top,” Dash said brightly, squeezing more lube onto her hands. 

“You’re enjoying this too much,” Kody mumbled. 

Dash grinned, “It’s fun making you squirm.”

“Degenerate.” Kody took the lube from her roommate and greased up her own hands. Then both women went to work oiling up Kody, Dash focusing on her back, while Kody did her arms and stomach and tits. Then came the team effort of the top half, working Kody’s arms into the sleeves one at a time and closing the zipper, up the back this time, encasing Kody from neck to wrists and ankles in black latex. Kody ran her hands over her front, rearranging her modest breasts in the smooth molded front of her catsuit, and then she stood still while Dash rubbed out her air bubbles. Kody blushed, feeling the slight pressure of the latex compress her body and the growing warmth of her trapped body heat. She hated to admit it, but there was something sexy about her work outfit, the way it clung to her and tightened her and smoothed out her imperfections. Kody closed her eyes and let herself feel sexy, if only for a moment.

“Beautiful,” Dash gushed.

Kody blushed darker and rolled her eyes, “Just give me the polish.” The two women sprayed each other with latex polish and buffed themselves with soft rags, putting a mirror bright shine on their catsuits. Then it was time to put on their special boots. Kody sat at their rickety little table and regretfully dug her heavy boots out from where she’d tossed them the night before. Kody grimaced, imagined she felt her feet cry out in agony, and wondered why she ever agreed to this. She sighed; the money, the reason was the money. And so she picked up her first boot: knee high and shiny black leather, laces down the front, a hatefully tall arch that forced her up onto her toes, and a steel shod hoof. Biting her lip she slipped her foot into the boot, winced as she forced her toes into the hoof and flexed her feet and ankles into their extended position. Then she gathered up the laces and pulled her hardest, drawing the hoof boot closed and corseting her ankle as tightly as she could. Kody was sweating a little when she finished and heard a familiar clip clop. She looked up to see Dash already up on her hooves. “Want help?”

“Show off…” but Kody presented her other foot and let her roommate tie her into her second hoof. Fully booted, Kody pushed herself up onto her hooves and stumbled a bit, clopping awkwardly, before her body found its new balance. Her feet and calves ached a little, but not as much as when she first started, and wearing the hooves was becoming easier. She took a few prancing high steps, her hooves clacking loudly on the concrete loft floor. If she didn’t think about it she could almost convince herself she was only wearing heels. Kody smiled shyly at her friend, “Thanks.”

“Of course.” Dash held up a garment of straps and metal rings. “Harness time?”

Kody nodded, knowing that she’d never navigate the complicated garment herself. Dash bent down and arranged the harness on the floor like a trap and Kody carefully stepped into it, hooves planted in the correct spaces. Dash lifted the harness up Kody’s body, setting the black rubber thong bikini bottoms around her hips, and then guided the shoulder straps into place. Kody maneuvered the tiny bra cups over her tits and got the narrow sternum panel situated where it wouldn’t hurt, while Dash buckled the wide weightlifting belt around her waist and made sure the harness back panel was aligned between her shoulder blades. Then Dash went to work tightening and adjusting straps, making sure the harness was properly fitted. Dash finished the inspection by giving the metal mounting rings on Kody’s belt and back a sharp tug, making Kody jog on her hooves to keep balanced. “All good?”

Kody twisted her body, stretched, and took a few experimental trots. The harness was snug, and she could feel it restrict the extremes of her motion, but nothing was pinching or biting into her. “Yeah.”

Then it was Kody’s turn to help Dash into her own harness. Dash’s harness was a little different, lacking the built in bikini and instead having a choker-like slave collar and a more complicated system of straps that hugged her crotch and boosted up her breasts. It looked uncomfortable, and probably was, but it was also a lot nicer than Kody’s hand-me-down affair, constructed with real leather and fetishistic ingenuity. Dash did most of the work of getting into her harness, donning her collar and wiggling into the garment with practiced ease. Kody just needed to adjust the straps and belt and double check the hitch mounts were okay. She gave the straps one last check and yanked on Dash’s rings, making the taller woman gracefully step backward with a clop. Everything looked fine. “You good?”

“Of course,” Dash purred. Kody blushed and looked away, still flummoxed by her roommate's enthusiasm. When she dared look back, Dash was grinning at her and brandishing more hooves,  “Glove time!”

Kody groaned; she hated the gloves. “Do I have to?”

“Kody…” Dash said, clicking her tongue. 

Kody sighed and held out her hands. She squeezed her fingers into points and looked away while Dash pulled one hoof glove and then the other over her hands. She tried to open her fingers and couldn’t, the tight box of her new hooves constrained her hands. Dash tugged the long sleeve of Kody’s left glove up her forearm before yanking the corset laces tight and tying it closed, trapping Kody’s hand in the hoof. Then Dash repeated the process on the right glove, leaving Kody fingerless for the duration. Kody held up her arms in front of her, wrists bent, hard plastic hooves dangling pointlessly. She tapped them together with a convincing clop and stared at them. The hoof gloves always made her feel so helpless in a way that the rest of her pony outfit didn’t. The catsuit and harness showed her off too much and the boots were tricky, but almost fun now that she was used to them. The gloves just made her useless and awkward and clumsy. She couldn’t play with her phone or open the door or get a drink or even go to the bathroom without help. Worse, she couldn’t take the gloves off on her own, so she was trapped as a pony until Dash decided to help her out of the costume. Kody blushed and fidgeted, uncomfortable and squirmy at the thought. She took a deep breath and reminded herself how badly she needed the money. 

“Turn around,” Dash instructed. Kody obediently complied, spinning and bending over, hooves on her knees and butt presented. Dash gave her bum a little pat and attached her equine tail to the back of her belt. The tail was long and curly and black, a good facsimile to Dash’s hairdo, and evidence of its true owner. Dash gave it a playful yank and then trotted away before Kody could swat her with a hoof. She attached her own matching black tail and gave it a swish with a saucy shake of her hips. “Having fun?”

Dash laughed and grinned and wagged her tail and ass around again. “Always!” Kody knew the tail was Dash’s favorite part of the outfit and that she had another, finer tail tucked away safely in a bedroom drawer. A special tail made of her own painstakingly grown out hair that she attached to her body with a stainless steel butt plug. A tail that Dash used for her other, more intimate type of ponyplay business…

“Okay, hold still,” Dash said as she held up the last part of Kody’s pony outfit, her bridle. Kody stuck out her face and closed her eyes while Dash slipped the headdress onto her head and buckled her into it. Kody’s bridle had a headband strap that ran horizontally over the top of her head, a Y-shaped strap that passed down her forehead, split at her nose, and carried along her cheeks, another strap that passed around the back of her neck, and a chin strap to hold it all in place. All these straps connected at large metal rings on her cheeks, which is also where her mouth bit would've connected if she’d agreed to wear one. Dash had tried to convince her that it was the authentic thing to do, but Kody had refused, the idea of having a big rubber rod gagging her for hours was more than she could endure. Kody’s bridle did have humiliating fake horse ears, a pair of curled leather points jutting from the top of her headband, and, to her continuing annoyance, a pair of chunky blinders on either side of her eyes, completely blocking her peripheral vision. Dash gave her chin strap one last tug and said “There.” Kody could feel the tightness of the bridle on her cheeks and scalp and could only see straight ahead. The bridle felt secure so she gave her head a vigorous shake to test it, her ponytail bouncing and tickling her neck. “Okay.” 

Dash meanwhile buckled herself into her own bridle, a near exact clone of Kody’s except with a thick decorative strap that wrapped around the front of her head, hiding her forehead like a metal studded leather crown. Dash gave her head headdress a final tug and tossed her head rather too much like a horse. “You ready to go?”

“I guess…”

“Then giddy up!” Dash said while loading up Kody's big purse with their phones and the rest of their costumes. Dash ushered Kody helplessly out of their apartment, down the stairs, and onto the ruined asphalt of the alley in front of their warehouse abode. Dash locked up and the two ponygirls clip-clopped their way down the narrow broken street, pausing as they were struck by the downdraft from a low passing skimmer, making their various ponytails whip in the wind. “Assholes!” Kody grunted at the flying vehicle, flipping it the hoof.

Dash laughed, “Careful, those might be our clients tonight!”

Kody crossed her arms under her chest, a pose somehow more satisfying with hooves for hands. “They better fucking tip well.”

The two ponygirls exited their alley onto a wider avenue running uphill. Kody looked up to see the distant Acropolis looming over them, brightly lit glass towers on high mountain slopes surrounded by a moving constellation of skimmers. Then she glanced downhill to the bay and the sunken bones of the old city, now little more than an unplanned breakwater with a few hardy concrete spires upright like the bones of a dead leviathan. Kody shivered, she didn’t believe in ghosts, but the bay ruins still managed to feel haunted. “Coming?” Dash asked and Kody had to trot to catch up. 

Dash and Kody clopped downhill and ducked into another alleyway, this one studded with smears of dried seaweed and the odd forlorn barnacle. They passed a wall coated in old paper posters, peeling and swollen with damp, soggy memories of concerts and missing pets. Kody trotted a little, kicking her legs up into the exaggerated high-step that Dash favored, trying to get her muscles loose. Her body heated up under the thin latex, a pleasant warmth against the slight chill of the night air. The pair stopped in front of a closed corrugated steel door spray painted Power Pussy in pink phosphorescent block letters. Dash worked her catsuit zipper down below her navel, baring a lot of smooth brown skin and relying on the structure of her harness to keep her tits from falling out. She gave herself an experimental bounce and winked at Kody. Kody rolled her eyes and banged on the door with a hoof. They heard a muttered curse, the scrape of a chair, and footsteps. The steel door rattled and slid cautiously open to reveal a red-faced overweight man in a stained crewneck. “Girls!” Ivan said happily, lowering his aluminum baseball bat. His breath smelled sharply of vodka. “You’re late!”

Dash blinked her big eyelashes and struck a pose, hanging her tits almost out of her clothing. “You know it takes us Ponies *ages* to get ready…” 

Ivan’s eyes were locked on target, “Yeah… well… come in…” 

Kody and Dash slipped into Crazy Ivan’s Garage, a plain concrete warehouse filled with bicycles. The walls were covered in nicer bikes locked onto racks and nearly the entire floor was buried in heaps of cheap bikes. There was a clear working area along one wall with a tool bench and repair stand, boxes of parts for sale, and a space devoted to charging E-bikes. In the back corner, looking entirely out of place was Dash and Kody’s rickshaw, a two wheeled passenger cart big enough to fit two in luxury, four comfortably, and up to six if they didn’t mind being cuddly. The cart was shiny black with red trim and had Pony Express stenciled on in a vaguely Western font. It was uncovered and had two faux leather seats up front and a narrow bench perched at the rear. Underneath the chassis was a small but powerful electric motor and a gyroscope for balance. Dash had acquired the cart somehow, but had never gotten around to giving Kody the details.

Not feeling particularly handy, Dash trotted over to a big metal toolbox and sat on it, latex knees demurely pressed together, arms crossed uselessly, and costume tail resting on the floor behind her. She watched Dash prepare their rickshaw: she unplugged it from the charger, jacked in Kody’s phone to run the motor, and started the gyroscope. The rickshaw instantly righted itself, sitting perfectly level with the ground and looking like it was ready to roll away on its own, which it probably actually was. Dash gave it a gentle hoof kick and nodded when The Pony Express instantly rocked back to neutral. She folded up the telescoping handles and secured them, since they’d only be using them if the gyroscope ran out of power. Dash then booted up her own much nicer phone and secured it to the rickshaw to run their Commerce. Kody found her nose had started to itch, like it always did when she had her gloves on, and she carefully rubbed at it with the back of her hoof. Ivan for his part, shambled back to his old recliner and went back to drinking his vodka and orange juice. “For my vitamins,” he drawled in their general direction.

Kody swung her blinkered vision to look at Ivan and whispered, “Wouldn’t want you to catch scurvy.” 

“Kody,” Dash called brightly, so Kody used her hooves to push herself up onto her other hooves and clopped over to the rickshaw. She turned her back to it and stood patiently while Dash took the leather leads from the left side of the rickshaw and clipped them one by one to the metal rings on Kody’s harness: one on each hip, one on the back of her belt, and one on the panel between her shoulders. Then Dash positioned herself next to Kody close enough their hips were almost touching and attached the right-side leads to her own harness. Then Dash zipped her catsuit almost closed and pulled on her own hoof gloves, newer ones with stretchy rubber sleeves and velcro cuffs that she could open and close with her mouth. Dash was sure those hoof gloves were actually meant to be closed by manacles, and probably often were, but she was jealous of the velcro workaround. Dash stamped her hooves on the concrete floor and pawed the ground like a horse preparing to charge. “Oh Ivan,” she sang, “Could you please open the door for us?”

Ivan grumbled something about beautiful perverts, picked up his bat, and waddled over to the door. 

“Away we go…” 

***

“Giddyup! Faster Ponies!” The drunk boy yelled, flailing at Kody with the gymnastics ribbon they were given instead of a whip. “Yeehaw!”

Kody clenched her jaw and trotted faster, oddly wishing she’d agreed to the mouth bit so she had something to bite down on. Hard. She felt an elbow bump her side, and swung her tunnel vision over to see Dash looking at her with an impish smile. Dash mouthed the word "Rich" and Kody rolled her eyes. Kody made herself treat the task of pulling the rickshaw like an exercise. She focused on her form: back straight, knees lifted high and clean, hooves brought down with a crisp clop, slight bounce to the step, arms held out pointlessly in front, posed like a rearing horse. She treated it like Pilates or yoga and existed in the physicality of the moment. Chased the perfection of her Pony Practice. The dumb rich clods were a Distraction, a Challenge, and the more Kody ignored them the faster she’d be rid of their Nepobaby bums. 

Dash and Kody fell into a rhythm, their hoof falls almost synchronized, a well practiced team. The rickshaw picked up speed and Kody felt her body uncoiling, tight muscles warming to their work. She felt good. There was something meditative and relaxing about moving like this. It reminded her of jogging, but with the added challenges of her weird boots and annoying cargo and pony partner to keep her mind from wandering. Once in the groove she could let go of her worries about tuition and exams and whether she would even like being a nurse. She could relax, sort of. Kody almost liked it. The fact she was getting paid was the main thing. She smiled and thought about doing a little neigh to amuse Dash, but ultimately made like a chicken instead of a horse.

And then she got a mouth full of ribbon as one of the douchebags managed to get his “whip” in her face. Kody spat it out, growled, almost tripped on a seam in the pavement, and then had to focus as Dash and her navigated a tight turn onto a busier street. “Woah,” Dash said, asking Kody to slow up. “Sorry boys,” she gushed in the husky phone sex voice she sometimes used with clients, “heavy traffic…”

The new street was choked with people and almost at a stand still. Kody craned her neck and tried to see if there was a reason for it, an accident or fire or altercation, but no, it just looked like one of those Tidal crowds whose party had spilled out onto the street. Music blared from low hanging quadcopters and people were drinking and dancing and making out right in their way. Furtive aerial drones zipped past carrying deliveries, probably drugs, while bulkier security drones hovered higher, cameras tracking the revelers.  Dash and Kody started to pick their way into the crowd, slowly winding their way through the party, just another spectacle in the chaos.

This nameless street was lined with bars and sex clubs and brothels and discos and drug dens and sketchy cafes and all the other illegal glitz and sleaze that made The Tides a red-light destination. Folks from all over Metro came here to fuck and dance and get high and drunk and to go completely wild without consequences. Or at least without official consequences, Kody thought while she stepped gingerly over some puke. The old warehouses here flooded just a little too often to be worthy of lawful ownership but were still too dry to be a proper slum, and so they sat in the perfect tidal zone to become a fashionable den of iniquity. And the perfect place for a couple Ponygirls to run a kinky transportation hustle.

The rickshaw slowly edged forward, group dynamics gradually giving them a path. Giant screens cast garish light and promised Sex! Orgasms! Enhanced sluts! Certified disease free! Somewhere nearby men were fighting, although whether for money or pride wasn’t clear. A drunk girl flashed her tits at them, or maybe just at the world, and their awful passengers cheered and high-fived. A street food vendor nearly crashed into them and its cook cursed at them in Cantonese. Kody distantly heard one of her favorite songs, just for a moment, before losing it under another beat. Someone tried to hand Kody a drink, and looked stupefied when she held up her hooves. The crowd slowly thinned and they were at a security checkpoint staffed by armed figures clad in black body armor and mirrored helmets. Not official Gendarmes, their jurisdiction usually didn’t reach this close to the bay, but probably still unofficially Gendarmes, moonlighting and keeping an eye on the slumming rich kids. One of the armored figures did a lewd little rodeo pantomime as Kody and Dash trotted past and his buddy gave him a glad elbow, no doubt laughing on the coms. Kody rolled her eyes, definitely Acropolis Cops. The hulking four-legged Combot with them looked unamused, angular, and tactical. The Pony Express rolled on and soon they'd reached their destination, an upscale vanilla club that relied on edgy proximity to seem cool. The dorks disembarked and Dash did her hostess routine to ensure fare payment and a tidy tip.

Kody placed her hooves on her hips and tried to ignore all the stares. When they were moving she could tune out the attention, but when stopped she couldn't help but feel like a porny spectacle. Kody blushed and shifted, she knew that two slender women in skintight latex fetishwear clopping around town was eye-catching, in a way their business relied on it, but she was still uncomfortable with being looked at, especially dressed in her revealing ponyplay gear. Her whole body was basically on skintight display and she was telling the world that she was also extremely kinky. It was humiliating! Embarrassing! But... maybe it was also a little exciting too. Kody knew she was pretty, but in a plain and ordinary way. She was the cute girl next door, or the friend of a friend you went on a quiet date with, not the sexy knockout who got lusted after in the clubs. She wasn't hot in the way that Dash was. Kody blended in, she was never checked out or ogled or gawked at. Except when she was a ponygirl. Then people noticed her. Folks were staring at her now, drinking in her latex covered form, studying to see if they maybe wanted to fuck her, lusting after her freaky tail. Kody was being sexually objectified. It made her uncomfortable, but it was a bit thrilling to be the center of attention for once. To be a person strangers wanted to fuck. She felt helpless and powerful, shamed and exalted, scared and horny all at once. Kody wondered if Dash felt this way too, or if this kink was somehow growing on her. Kody doubted that she'd ever get used to this.

"Say Cheese!" Dash gasped in her porno voice, and then Kody was blushing furiously and looking surprised in a selfie that their clients were posting to Social. Dash of course looked amazing.

"Blah," Kody said. "Thanks for the warning."

"Sorry," Dash said, clearly not sorry at all. "It's free advertisement and besides, those Nepos tipped very well."

"Delightful."

"Hhhhhheeeeeyyyyy! Are you bitches like, free?" A blonde woman with enormous hair and the tightest, shortest pink sequin dress yelled at them. A gaggle of giggling friends stood awkwardly in her shadow. "What she meant to ask," a gothy member of the pack with smaller, straighter hair and the tightest, shortest blackest dress said, "Can you like, take us to Influx?" 

Blondie looked confused and a bit hurt, "Didn't I like, totally fucking say that Dre?" 

Dash adopted her cartoonish southern drawl and smiled, "Well shucks, I reckon we can accommodate that trip, assumin’, of course, that y'all can pay our little fare."

Gothie nodded, "We can." 

Dash grinned and stamped a hoof, "Then why don't y'all mount right on up!"

The giggle gaggle climbed aboard the rickshaw without much coordination, panties and their lack on fine display. Gothie grimaced, "You'll have to like, excuse my friends. They are usually more, y'know, collected?"

Kody smirked, "I guess that makes you the designated?"

"I guess," Gothie said, biting a finger and giggling a little, "I’ve only had a little Airhead so far..."

"And they had a lot." 

Gothie nodded while tittering and climbed aboard the rickshaw, joining the tangle of chemical bimbos on the back bench. Blondie was sprawled across the laps of the gals in the front seats, arranged so that her whole naked ass was hanging out. "Giddyup!!!" She squealed, pussy to the wind.

The Pony Express lurched back into motion.

***

Kody shoveled noodles into her mouth, delighted to have hands again. It was break time and the Pony Express had hitched up in Puller Plaza, the unofficial hangout for rickshaw runners. The small courtyard sat in the footprint of a collapsed building with a front facade still intact enough to offer some privacy from the street. The plaza shared an alleyway with a noodle house and a dive bar that wisely let the runners use their bathrooms and charge points. In exchange the rickshaw folks bought their takeout and beer from their back kitchen doors, closing a nice little symbiotic loop. A happy loop that included Kody’s delicious box of steaming Shanghai noodles.

Kody was perched on her favorite chunk of rubble eating her snack while Dash paced, alternating between bad tea and her Social Feed. Kody stretched her legs out and grimaced. The blissful burst of endorphins had worn off and now her toes hurt and her calves ached and her thighs were rubber on the inside too. She felt clammy with sweat trapped under the latex and worried she was getting dehydrated. She took another bite of noodles and shook out her legs, amazed she could feel so beat up when their rickshaw basically pulled itself. How did the other runners manage? How did horses? Fuck. They were having a really good night though, and had already hit their usual earnings goal. It seemed The Tides was awash in slumming Acropolites and Uni students, and the Nepos and Nerds were in a generous mood. Kody wondered if they could quit early and take the rest of the night off. That way she could maybe fill the basin and have a hot soak and then get a few extra hours of precious sleep. A perfect way to celebrate. Kody sighed and kicked a rock with her hoof, she knew they should keep going, finish their break and get back on the road. The night was still young by Tidal standards and the clubs were hopping with drunk high idiots looking for a kinky ride. If Kody and Dash hustled they could make some serious bank tonight and maybe set a new profit record. They both needed the cash and there was no guarantee they'd have another night like this for weeks. As much as she preferred sleep, Kody knew you had to make hay whenever you could. "Well shit."

A cheer exploded from a knot of rickshaw runners on the other side of the plaza. Kody smiled when she saw Shawe pump her fist in the air and call the other runners a bunch of fucking cunts. Shawe was a striking woman of amazonian proportions and one of the few other female runners in the group, and something of a friend. Apparently she'd won at dice and was boisterously insulting the manhood of the guys she'd beaten. If you wanted to run rickshaw in the The Tides you needed the blessing of the other runners, otherwise you'd end up with a broken wheel and broken teeth for violating their turf. Usually that meant buying in and paying dues, but Dash and Kody had managed to join without any friction, probably because of their ridiculous shtick and the fact they were cute girls in slutty costumes. It also didn't hurt that Dash was very good at talking away certain kinds of problems and had become a sort of mediator for the group. In return the Pony Express benefitted from a fellowship of muscular guys who were happy to kick the shit out of any cheapskates or reprobates. Kody waved at Shawe who stuck out her pierced tongue and threw Kody a thumbs up. It was cool to have work friends.

"My Little Ponies!" A deep masculine voice boomed.

"Hi Max," Dash said, finally looking up from her phone, briefly. 

"Max!" Kody added happily. Max was another runner, a massive giant of a man and good friend. Max was a beefcake who solo pulled an unpowered four-seater wearing only a pair of gold lamé bootyshorts. He was a heavy Booster, a disciple of the church of medical nanotech, and stood seven feet tall and had a physique that combined the bloated musculature of a bodybuilder with the strength of a champion linebacker. He was also in Dash's opinion very very gay. Kody wasn't so sure. She thought Max had probably been bullied as a straight teen, gotten way too into Boosting, and then figured his shit out after he'd already become titanic. The ponygirls had a running bet over his sexuality. Regardless, he was a good dude and one of Kody's favourite runners. "How are you?"

Max smiled, flexing dimples onto his face. "Pretty good. How's your night been?"

"Absolutely dynamite," Dash purred, "I think we're on pace for our personal best."

"Dang," Max said, "I'm doing okay, but nothing like that." He winked at Kody, "Must be a kinky crowd tonight."

"Uni students," Kody said sagely, "We're a bunch of degenerates."

Max laughed heartily and stretched his arms, making his shoulders and pecs and lats and abs all stand out deliciously. Kody clicked through anatomy class in her head, naming muscle groups as she went, using that nursing education for good. Hulking Booster men weren't normally Kody's cup of tea, but on Max it looked good, especially if what she'd heard about the enhancing effect of Boosting on cocks was true. Kody looked at the bulge in Max's tiny shorts and blushed. She doubted she'd ever have the opportunity to find out, especially if he was gay. Max shook out his arms, "Vanilla folks are boring anyway."

"Ain't that the truth," Dash said thoughtfully. She finished her tea and tapped her phone, "Max, darling, hate to dine and dash, but I think pony break time is over..."

"Always a pleasure."

"Kody, time to saddle up."

Kody whined and regretfully stuck out her hands for re-hooving. She looked plaintively at Max, "Help yourself to the rest of my noodles."

Max grinned, "Bless your degenerate heart."

***

Kody was breathing hard, head tipped back, legs on fire. Holy fuck, would this night never end? The pale light of false dawn was breaking and The Tides was still bustling and it seemed like everyone wanted a ‘pony ride’. Those two Nepo chodes from earlier must have a Feed with Clout, since folks were almost fighting to climb into their rickshaw at every stop, often for just a showy promenade around the block. Kody thought she saw their selfie on a random Chum screen: the two idiots, Dash looking perfectly hot, and Kody looking like a startled horse. However it happened, they’d gone locally viral, which was amazing for their cashflow, but fucking murder on her body. Especially since the rickshaw battery had started load-shedding the wheel motors to conserve the gyroscope. “Fuck,” Kody panted, “I don’t know how much more of this I can do…”

Dash smiled a lopsided grin, “Me too.” Which was funny because Dash still looked effortlessly gorgeous, as if she’d spent all night being pampered in hair and makeup instead of pulling drunks around. “But think of the money…” 

Kody managed a smile of her own, “Fuck, I know! The spirit is willing, but the flesh is getting weak.”

“Okay, just a few more trips. Okay?”

Kody saluted with an aching hoof, “Do my best.”

“You can always use the safeword,” Dash growled in her sex voice. Kody rolled her eyes, their safeword was ‘Secretariat’.

“Holy shit! Hey! You’re those ponygirls!”

Kody froze. Fuck, she recognized that voice! 

Dash turned and smiled, voice going cartoonishly high and impish, “We sure are mister! Fancy a ride!?”

“Just to the LZ, I think it’s time to call it a night…” Kody carefully snuck a peak, which was fucking hard to do with these stupid blinders on. You never missed peripheral vision until it was gone. She did a quick jerky look, a snapshot of three bookish late 20-somethings, and then immediately swung her face back down. Kody squeezed her eyes shut and willed everyone to stare at her tail and latex ass. She absolutely recognized one of their prospective passengers! Her heart hammered in her chest and she would have balled her hands into fists if there was room in her hooves. It was her fucking TA! The stylishly nerdy guy who ran her Applied Nanomedicine lab! The lab class she had tomorrow, no, today! In just a few hours! Fuck! Kody blushed and felt a shiver race up her spine. She couldn’t let him see her like this! She would literally die of embarrassment!

“Well hop aboard then!” Dash squeaked merrily. Kody gasped, wanted to scream, thought about choking out their safeword, and nearly unclipped herself from the rickshaw and galloped away. But instead she made herself stand up straight and tall, and fall into lockstep with Dash. Maybe if she was a good pony her TA wouldn’t recognize her. The lab was kind of big and it’s not like they were social beyond the odd question. Kody was probably anonymous to him. And even if she wasn’t, would he even be able to recognize her in ponygear? Her outfit hid her face a bit and she had Dash next to her being unbelievably hot like sexual dazzle camouflage. Kody the Nursing student might as well be invisible. Just be professional now and act casual in the lab. No one will be the wiser. 

Kody forced herself back into her Pony Place and focused on putting together her best dressage prance. Her burning legs protested, faltered, and rebelled, but Kody grit her teeth and at least managed to keep putting one hoof down after another. All she had to do was keep the rickshaw moving and get to the destination. One problem and one hoofbeat at a time. The TA and his friends chattered quietly, gossip and in-jokes and not amazement about surprisingly kinky students. The plan was working. Pay no attention to the ponygirls, they’re just sexy decorations and not real people you might know. Living shiny latex statues for your prurient amusement. Kody felt a weird little thrill and blushed. What was that about? But no, focus, keep moving, clip clop. Clip clop. And then crunch as the rickshaw grumbled onto the loose gravel of the LZ, the finely smashed clearing of an aborted renewal project that now served as the The Tides unofficial heliport. Skimmers whooshed in and out, scooping up rich partiers to lift back to the Acropolis, angels returning to heaven. A Gendarmerie veetoll circled lazily, like a supervisory vulture. The Pony Express had reached it’s destination.

“I hope you enjoyed your ride!” Dash gushed in her helium affect. Kody stared at the ground, tried to keep her blinders and hair between her face and the clients as they disembarked and paid. “That was fun,” the woman in the group said, surprised with herself. “Sure beats walking,” the other man added generously. “I love your tails,” her TA said in a way that seemed like he wasn’t really talking about their tails. “Gross,” the woman said and the other man laughed. Dash sang a twinkly bright “Thank you! Have a great night!” And then the crunch of shoes on gravel as the trio walked to a waiting skimmer. “Home free,” Kody whispered to herself, relief flooding her body. He hadn’t recognized her! Mission accomplished! Kody smiled and looked up… to see her TA staring right at her.

They made eye contact.

Recognition sparked in the TA’s eyes.

Kody felt her heart drop and her knees go weak. Oh no.

The TA’s eyebrows went up and his lips twitched toward a grin. Oh no. Oh no.

The TA turned around like he was going to come back. His mouth opened like he had something to say…

“Gulliver, come on!” The woman said crossly. “Leave the poor ponies alone, the Skimmer’s waiting.”

The TA stopped. He smiled and shook his head and followed his friends. They squeezed into the skimmer which abruptly lifted off in a burst of wind. It hovered, reoriented itself, and then climbed away into the night.

“Motherfucker!” Kody yelped, her face was burning with shame and tears stung her eyes. She kicked the gravel and stamped her hooves. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

Dash looked at her in surprise, “Kody, oh my god what’s wrong? What happened?”

Kody raised her behooved hands like she wanted to hit something, and then let them fall to her sides, defeated. She just wanted to go home. 

“Secretariat.”

***

***

***

Kody hunched miserably over the Nanomedicine workstation. She felt like absolute shit. Her whole body hurt, especially her thighs and calves and feet which throbbed even when she held still. She felt like she’d run a marathon in high heels, which wasn’t that far off from the truth. Kody had also hardly slept, which really didn’t help, spending her too few precious hours before class worrying instead of resting. She rubbed her tired eyes and shifted her weight gingerly, wincing at a sharp pain in her ankle. For the hundredth time she wished the lab had provided chairs or, stifling another yawn, that caffeinated beverages were allowed. It’s not like they were using biohazards or chemicals, it was just a glorified computer lab. Kody lifted herself onto the balls of her feet and felt an odd mix of painful tension and relief. If there was a hell, this could be part of it.

Kody’s workstation chirped, indicating it was done compiling. Kody shook her head and tried to focus: the goal of the assignment was to design a medical nanoparticle for hepatocytes to fight a certain form of genetic obesity. She had to choose the right type of lipid package, pick the exact assortment of engineered adaptor proteins for tissue targeting, and assemble the correct custom gene payload to achieve the desired medical outcome. She was basically engineering a bespoke viral capsid to make someone skinny. As a nurse she would never, ever do this. Real Nanomedicine was designed by Pharmomancers and administered under the supervision of Specialist Doctors, not overworked RNs. Kody wasn’t even really doing it now since the entire experiment was virtual. She was using software to make a pretend nanoparticle and then testing if it hypothetically worked in a complex simulation of the human body. Which is why she was hunched over this annoying supercomputer workstation in a converted old chemistry lab while feeling like crap. Kody frowned at the results on the screen: her formulation still wasn’t quite right, and she was running out of attempts. Kody took a deep breath, reminded herself that she found Nanomedicine interesting and there was value in knowing how it worked. Her last attempt wasn’t far off either, her nanoparticle basically worked, she just had to prevent some side effects by tweaking the tissue specificity. It was an easy problem to fix and she should be able to get it right on the next try. Probably she would have solved the problem already, if only she weren’t so distracted and sore.

Speaking of distractions, Kody looked up from her workstation and frowned at her TA. So far she’d managed to avoid any awkwardness. Kody had intentionally showed up to lab a little late, skipping the pre-lab pep talk given by the TA. She snuck straight to her workstation, put her head down and went straight to work on her assignment, and very purposefully avoided asking any questions. When the TA saw her, he just gave her a little nod, a simple acknowledgement that he’d noticed she was present, and left her alone to work. Nothing else. No weird flirty hello or teasing reference to bondage or embarrassing conversation. It was like he hadn’t seen her coated in skintight latex and strapped into fetish gear only hours ago. Kody blushed and felt her stomach knot, she was still mortified. The trouble was that she knew he’d recognized her, that he knew about her ponygirl double life, and she couldn’t stop thinking about it. She’d anxiously tracked him around the lab, cringed whenever he came into her vicinity, and listened to him answer classmates to see if he said anything about her. So far he’d been playing it cool and keeping her secret, which was super appreciated, but Kody couldn’t shake the feeling that inevitably the other horseshoe would drop. She kept bracing for it, worrying about him instead of thinking about her assignment, keeping tabs on his whereabouts instead of looking at her screen. It was really fucking with her concentration and slowing her down. Kody noticed that most of her classmates had already finished and left for the day. It was only her and a few other stragglers still working. Her TA was perched on a lab bench playing with his phone, still outwardly oblivious, but Kody knew she had to hurry up. She didn’t want to be alone with him. She checked over her work to find the problem, and swapped in a more stringent promoter package that should fix it. She quickly proofed her solution and then submitted her new nanoparticle to the workstation. “Here goes nothing…”

Kody drummed her fingers on the supercomputer while it calculated, she was stuck waiting until it crunched through the simulation. The grey plastic box hummed and the status wheel started turning; modeling a whole ass human on a cellular level, even imperfectly, was a cumbersome operation and the workstation needed a few minutes to think about it. Kody surveyed the lab and saw that the other stragglers were finishing up, leaving only herself and one other slowpoke at their machines. Kody paced in place, sharp discomfort with every step, and willed the machine to work through its calculations faster. It was taking forever! Kody had never seen it struggle so much before! It was pretend anyway, why did it have to do the whole fucking thing! She glanced up and saw the other slow student packing up and chatting with the TA; fuck she was about to be the last one! Kody bent over, tried to make herself look busy and deep in thought, like talking to her would be an interruption. The workstation screen reported that it had completed its checks and was compiling a final result. Kody was sweating and it felt like she might throw up. The status bar completed with a glacial slowness that felt like a personal insult and the workstation chirped it’s completed sound. Success! Her nanoparticle had passed the test! The results would be networked to her Prof so she didn’t need to hang around. Now she just had to grab her bag and jacket and run out the door…

“Hey, Kody right?” 

Kody startled, almost jumped right off the ground! “FUCK!”

Her TA took a step back from right behind her, “Jesus, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.”

Kody was panting and blushing and trying to calm down, “Well you couldn’t have done a better job of it…”

“Sorry, sorry, you looked so focused on your work and I didn’t want to interrupt. But I saw the machine was finally done, so...” He glanced at her screen, “Congratulations by the way, I have no idea how you solved that after the night you had. I only had a few drinks and I feel like tired crap, I can’t imagine what you feel like.” 

Kody felt her face turn scarlet and her legs go weak. Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. She’d been expecting this, but it actually happening somehow sucked worse. If she could squeeze herself into a mote of dust and blow away forever she absolutely would. “Ha ha ha. What do you mean?” Maybe she could play dumb.

The TA smiled, too smart for stupidity. “The pony thing.”

“Fuck.” 

He raised his hands, tried to look disarming. “It’s cool. I think it’s cool. I’m not trying to shame you or be weird or hit on you or anything.” He took a courteous step away from her. “I swear you have nothing to be worried about.”

Kody felt her heart race and flight turn to fight in her. Her hands clenched, she hadn’t been doing anything wrong or immoral and the ponygear really wasn’t all that different from the tiny black cocktail dress she’d worn waiting tables. Honestly, she got harassed less on hooves than heels. Who did this asshole think he was, fucking with her? Kody was getting angry. “So why bring it up?”

The TA smirked, stroked his little mustache. “I have a proposition for you.”

“I pull a rickshaw in rubber,” Kody said darkly, “I don’t do that kind of work.” She wondered what the punishment was for assaulting a creepy Teaching Assistant.

The TA chuckled, shook his head, “Not that kind of proposition.” He glanced around the room, “I’m guessing your legs must hurt today, and probably your back too.” He winced, “And I can’t imagine how your feet must feel. Am I far off?”

“No,” Kody frowned at him. Where was this going?

“What if I told you that I could help with that? Make the business of running all night dragging a rickshaw easier. Effortless, even.”

“You’re talking about Boosting.” Kody thought of Max and his artificially muscular body. He made it work, but Kody didn’t want to be that bulky. She shook her head, “Not really my thing.”

“Of course not,” The TA agreed, clearly tickled about being one step ahead. “The kind of Boosting you’re thinking of is crude. Old tech. Obsolete.” 

“So what then?”

TA smiled with pride, “I’m doing my PhD in Pharmomancy, researching the next generation of Nanomedicine. No more fatty bubbles full of viral mRNA,” a blush of nerdy passion. “Instead: synthetic nanomachines capable of complex molecular biology and tissue engineering. Like the assemblers they use in materials chemistry, but for medical applications. Really cutting edge stuff.”

“Fancy,” Kody said dubiously, “but it also just sounds like a better way to Boost.”

“Ah,” the TA said, “but it’s so much more! These new nanomachines are capable of far more complex operations than a simple nanopartical. They can follow detailed instructions to do surgically complex tasks! Even use limited AI to improvise! They can add and edit genes, but they can also assemble new tissue themselves and induce cell division and differentiation at a rapid pace. This isn’t smarter steroids to get swol, this is precision sculpting!”

Kody blinked, that actually sounded pretty cool. She found herself curious, despite her burgeoning panic attack. “Okay?”

“My personal research is in the realm of Biomemetic Pharmomancy. The human mind is a pinnacle of evolution, but other than opposable thumbs and the larynx, the rest of the human body is not. So many other organisms have abilities and capabilities beyond Homo sapiens, and we’re trying to find a way to replicate that in people.” He paused for effect, “My personal research is to use modern Nanomachines to deliver an equine-derived genetic package to fortify strength and endurance.”

Kody was stunned, this was not how she thought this was going to go. “You’re offering to inject me with tiny robots to make me part horse?”

“Crudely put, but essentially.”

Kody cocked her head and frowned, “You know I don’t want to actually *be* a pony, right?”

“Of course not.”

Kody blushed, “And it’s not a sex thing.”

“Of course not.”

Kody laughed, a little maniacally, “This is insane! Why on Earth would I agree to this!?”

“Perhaps a demonstration?” The TA gave her a cagey grin and walked to the next Nanomedicine workstation. He checked to make sure Kody was watching, calmly reached out, and lifted the heavy supercomputer as if weight nothing. “Fuck!” Kody knew that workstation had to weigh at least 400 pounds. The TA looked fit, but was definitely more wiry than buff. There was no way he should have been able to casually lift that much. “You used the horse stuff on yourself?”

“That’s a bingo,” the TA said, carefully replacing the workstation. “A-plus.” He held his arms out by his side, unbuttoned lab coat hanging open. He looked completely average, no huge muscles, no unexpected tail or hooves. “What kind of salesman would I be if I didn’t use the product myself?”

Kody chewed her bottom lip, this was fucking crazy, right? She should get the hell out of there! Now! Leave this weirdo in her dust! It wasn’t like he could blackmail her now that he’d spilled his own pinto beans. Kody shifted her stance for an escape, and winced at the knives of pain lancing up her legs. Fuck! She was so tired of hurting all the time! The thought of not waking up in pain every morning was actually more than a little tempting. Very tempting. If a doctor promised her a regimen that took the pain away she’d definitely try it. Was that on the table? Most of the other rickshaw runners Boosted, at least a little. For all Kody knew Dash was enhancing herself, the secret sauce that made it all look so effortless and sexy for her. Would the equine nanomachines make Kody that cute and breezy too? That sexy? What about side effects? Was it safe? The TA looked totally normal despite being inhumanly strong. Could she Boost if it came with the benefits but without the bulk and stigma? If she used the horsey nanobots would anyone ever know? Kody sighed, it turns out she was interested. But one thing still bugged her,  “What’s in it for you?”

A smug grin unfurled on the TA’s face, “Oh? So you’re interested?”

“Let’s say maybe,” Kody blushed. “But I don’t have any money and we’ve already established I’m not willing to… trade for it. So what do you want?”

The TA blinks, “I thought it was obvious: nothing.”

Kody put her hands on her hips and drawled like a Dash character, “Honey, ain’t nothing in life is free.”

“Fine, call it curiosity then.” He frowned and then smiled, “It amuses me to give some extra horsepower to a ponygirl. And why not? It helps you out, I get to see what happens, and I can always make more nanomachines.” He shrugs, “Try not to look a gift horse in the mouth.”

“Okay,” Kody said, rolling her shoulders. She knew she shouldn’t do this, but knew she’d already made up her mind. “Fuck it, okay. Let’s do this.”

“Excellent!” The TA looked like he could clap. He reached into his lab coat pocket and drew out a glass ampule and handed it to Kody. “Voila!”

Kody examined the small vial, a three inch glass lozenge filled with a silver fluid like mercury. The label read EQNX and a lot number and For Research Purposes Only. Kody’s mouth was dry, “What next?”

“Now dear nurse, you inject it. Intramuscular.”

Kody worried at her lip, okay. She closed her hand firmly around the ampule and dug her school microinjector out of her bag. She thumbed it on and watched it boot up. When the microinjector showed green, she slotted the ampule into the feeder and heard a sharp click as the vial and injector mated. Kody held the microinjector in her trembling hand like a pistol, her heart hammering in her chest. She took a long deep breath, and before she could back out she pulled down one corner of her tights and underwear, placed the microinjector to her ass, and depressed the trigger. Kody felt a brief sting and heard the distinctive click hiss of the mechanism. The deed was done.

Fuck she hoped she hadn’t just made a huge mistake…

***

***

***

Kody awoke to the joyful song of her robot canary. She blinked her eyes and rolled over, mumbled, bashed her phone to silence, and then suddenly came awake, “Fuck!” 

Kody rolled onto her back and tried not to panic. She was not dead, which was good. She wasn’t curled into a ball of agony or bathed in feverish sweats or too weak to move, which was also good. She had been suddenly and deeply exhausted earlier, which had been more than a little scary. Kody had skipped the rest of her classes and retreated to her bed, instantly collapsing into a deep dark sleep. She checked her phone and saw that she’d slept at least eight hours. She blinked, she didn’t feel tired anymore. If anything she felt too full of nervous energy, like she was an overcharged battery ready to burst. Like a compressed spring. She felt a little strange, maybe, but nothing to worry about. Sure she’d fucking injected herself with an experimental type of Horse Boost but she’d survived it. She hadn’t made a huge mistake, just an adventurous choice. She was going to be okay. Okay?

***

Kody stared at herself in the bathroom mirror and tried to manifest calm. “Time to take stock,” she said to her reflection. She squinted at herself, same unruly chestnut hair and thin angular features and hazel eyes, although less fatigue ravaged, thank you eight hours uninterrupted. Her own familiar face and not a freaky horse head. She rested her hands on the edge of the sink. Okay, so far so good.

Kody took a step away from the mirror to see more of her body. She stood unnaturally natural, lifted her arms, twisted her torso, watched her motion reflected. She looked normal, no horse parts, no fur, no outrageously bulging muscles, just Kody. She did a muscle bro pose and flexed her bicep, maybe saw some unexpected definition. She poked her arm and was it her imagination, or did it feel harder? Kody did a few more silly bodybuilder stances, studied her shoulders and arms and abdomen. Maybe she was a little more muscular? But it was subtle, like she’d taken up a spin class or yoga habit, got toned instead of swol. She rested her hands under her breasts and gave them a little lift, were they bigger too? Kody blushed, maybe she was just high on the placebo effect and seeing things.

Kody had to step out of their tiny bathroom and into the hallway to see her legs in the mirror. She gasped, she was standing effortlessly on the balls of her feet without realizing it, her calf muscles held in sharp definition, incredibly without any pain. Her eyes slid up her sleek legs to her calves, to her knees, to her thighs and she gasped again! Her thighs were definitely bigger! Her upper legs weren’t grotesquely muscular, but they had clearly bulked up under her feminine fat. Kody shifted and watched her legs flex like the limbs of a diver or swimmer. She had definitely changed. Kody turned slightly, presented her bum to the mirror and was confronted by a wider and rounder ass than she was expecting. Her butt had grown, and maybe her hips, giving her an honest-to-God ass for the first time in her life. She squeezed her glutes and watched her bum lift and tense, clearly having gained strength under the newfound plush. “Damn girl…”

Kody turned so that her reflection was slightly in profile, lifted her arms above her head, and stood on her toes, effortlessly holding the pose. Her profile was sleek and strong and long, and actually a little more curvy too. Kody felt elegant and powerful and, yeah, a little sexy. Kody laughed and tossed her head, smiled brightly at herself. She licked her lips, “But did it actually supercharge me?”

***

Kody paced around the apartment looking for something heavy to lift. She and Dash didn’t have much, and most of it was cheap and light or built directly into the wall. There was their shitty couch, but it had an awkward shape and was mostly memory foam and not actually very heavy. Their tables and chairs were printed cellulose and rickety. Maybe their tiny fridge could work, but Kody didn’t want to make a mess. What she really needed was something like an old fashioned piano. What to do…

Of course! Dash’s armchair! Sitting in the corner of their loft with the best sunlight was the antique armchair that Dash had found somewhere. The chair was a tall wingback number covered in purple velvet damask with a vaguely fleur-de-lis pattern, elegant and Victorian and very Dash. The chair was also built of solid mahogany and upholstered in something surprisingly dense. Kody smirked, it was old enough that it was probably stuffed with horse hair. The armchair had to weigh nearly a hundred pounds and had taken Kody and Dash together to drag it inside their apartment. It was perfect!

Kody trotted over to the armchair and rubbed her hands together, thinking about the best way to do this. Should she lift from the knees? What was the best grip? No, better to just go for it and really try herself out. Kody grabbed the chair, tensed herself for a sudden burden, started to lift and… almost fell over!

She was holding the chair!

All by herself!

Completely off the ground!

And it was easy! Effortless!

Kody laughed and spun in a circle holding the armchair aloft. The heavy chair felt so light! She’d almost fallen over because it had seemed weightless! What the fuck! She was suddenly incredibly strong! Superhuman! “Horse-woman!”

Kody heard the scrabble of keys in the door lock. She yelped in surprise! Holy shit! She dropped the chair to the floor with a crash. The loft door opened and there was a confused looking Dash holding a canvas shopping bag. “Kody what the fuck? Did you just hear a bang?” 

Kody blushed, “No?”

Dash raised an eyebrow, “And why is my chair all the way over there?”

***

Kody tried to stand still while Dash adjusted her harness, but found herself almost vibrating with energy. She couldn’t wait to hit the road and take her Boosted body for a test run. Kody fidgeted, except it was more than that. The ritual of getting oiled up and carefully wrapped in latex had always been a utilitarian thing, part of their gimmick, at least for her. She’d found it humiliating, maybe in a way that verged on naughty, but it had never actually turned her on. Somehow tonight was different. Kody felt confident and powerful, whether from her slightly sculpted figure or new strength or imagination, and it was making getting peeled into latex incredibly sexy. Maybe it was just because she wasn’t exhausted and sore? Kody felt hot to trot, a beautiful creature ready to make the night a little more kinky for some strangers. Kody blushed, she was still deeply embarrassed, but maybe that was part of the fun? Kody smiled and felt giddy and flustered. Excited! Without really thinking about it she leaned forward and kissed Dash lightly on the lips. Dash blinked in surprise and laughed, “What’s got into you?”

Kody felt yer face explode in heat, “Oh shit, I’m sorry!”

Dash played with her hair and grinned, “You’re fine.”

Kody stammered and tried to hide her face behind her hooved hands, “I just feel really good tonight…”

***

Kody felt amazing. Every step, every hoofbeat, felt powerful and effortless. She was prancing, big exaggerated dressage prancing, not as a way to distract herself, but for the joy of it. Nothing hurt! Nothing felt cramped or pinched or sore. Prancing felt natural, felt right, and she felt elegant and strong doing it. Even the clop of her hooves felt cheerful.

Kody’s only real complaint was that she wanted to go faster. She could feel the untapped potential in the steely bands of muscle in her Boosted legs, like the rumble of a powerful engine begging to be put into a higher gear. Kody knew she could trot or run or gallop with ease, but was unsure just how fast she might go. Kody glanced at Dash beside her, would she even be able to keep up? 

Dash smiled at her, “Someone’s an eager pony tonight.”

Kody blushed and mumbled.

***

Kody kicked up her legs, kept her back straight and breasts out and hooves held high, and pulled the rickshaw along behind. The drunk posh guys aboard the Pony Express hollered and catcalled and whipped at her with their ribbon goads. Kody blushed and felt ridiculous, but was definitely enjoying the attention tonight. Their moment of Social virality seemed to have persisted and they’d found eager clients lined up for a pony ride. Fans who were happy and drunk and very vocal in their appreciation for Dash and Kody’s latex wrapped bodies. Kody bit her lip and put a little extra into her hips, tried to show off her ass a little more and make her tail sway. One of the Acropolites did a loud wolf whistle and Kody felt the warmth in her belly bloom a little more, felt a growing tightness in her crotch. Everywhere they went folks were staring at them, and not just with the usual passing curiosity. The ponygirls were being sought out and studied and leered at. Kody and Dash were the sexiest show on the road. Recognizable. Notorious. Fuckable. Kody could almost taste the simmering lust. She blushed and squirmed, honestly more than a little turned on. Kody licked her dry lips, clenched her fingers inside her hooves; she had an appetite tonight, an appetite that all of this objectification was just feeding. She could feel her heart race in a way that had nothing to do with exercise. Fuck she was horny. Kody blew a deep breath, fuck she felt good. Kody felt her nipples getting hard and rubbing on her harness and would’ve frisked her tail if it wasn’t just a prop.

***

“Ohmygosh, you bitches are amazing!” the very blonde, very enhanced woman gushed as she climbed off the rickshaw. “Such wild outfits,” said the woman dressed in a tiny bodysuit of straps and LED sequins. “Can I get a Snap for my Feed?” The sexpot smiled her too perfect smile and stuck out her too perfectly enormous tits. “I’m kind of an Influencer…”

“Oooh! Oui, bien sur! Eet iz our pleasseure.” Dash squeaked Frenchly.

Kody inwardly rolled her eyes, but was actually feeling game for once. It was hard to argue that all the Social attention was bad for business and fuck it, she felt hot tonight. Kody pawed her hair into place with a hoof and nodded. The Influencer beamed and launched a tiny camera drone that flitted back five or six feet. She wiggled deliciously up behind the ponygirls and then used her phone to adjust the drone’s position, tweaking the framing just so. She tapped her chin with a perfect nail and activated the spotlights on the drone making Kody blink for a moment. “Okay,” she said brightly, “Strike a pose!”

Kody took a deep breath, stuck out her chest, and raised her hooves rampant, lips puckered in sultry duckface. Feel sexy! Be the pony! 

*CLICK*

***

There it was again on another Chum screen: the pic of Dash and her and that Influencer blowing up on Social. The Influencer looked professionally hot, of course, but ponygirl Kody looked sexy and playful too, radiant even, like she belonged there. Dash looked surprised, gazing in shock at Kody, beautiful but mostly confused. Kody grinned, pleased that she was the cuter one in a pic for once. Although credit to the Influencer, girl knows her photography.

Kody blushed and felt a tingle run along her spine, just how many people were seeing ponygirl Kody tonight?

***

Kody was starting to pant, and not from the work of pulling the rickshaw. Kody's whole body felt great, wonderful even. She felt like she could run all night, like she was turbocharged. Her legs felt hot and flushed and somehow stronger than when they'd started. The part of her that ached tonight wasn't her legs or feet at all. Kody tilted her head back and blew out a deep breath and tried to ignore the growing heat in her crotch and the way her harness kept grinding against her pussy. Fuck she was horny! When was the last time she got laid?

"Hey," gasped Dash, looking frazzled for once. "I think we need to pull over for a break." 

"How come? We're doing great!" Kody never wanted to stop running. 

Dash mopped some sweat off her forehead with the back of a hoof, "Well, *I* need a break." She gave Kody a curious look, "Besides, aren't you hungry?"

Kody felt her stomach rumble at the mention of food, she was actually super hungry. "Noodles..."

***

Kody pressed her back against the half broken bathroom door and fumbled with her harness, trying to get her bikini bottoms out of the way. Her heart was hammering and she bit her lip to stop moaning. She felt hot and strange, her legs were too warm and her breasts achingly swollen like on a bad period. Her tailbone hurt and her pussy boiled for relief. Kody shimmied her rubber panties aside and yanked the crotch zipper of her catsuit open. Kody's hand desperately clutched at her bare pussy, fingers encountering slick wet heat. She stroked herself and moaned, fingertips gliding along her vulva, bumping against the urgent ember of her clit. Kody bent forward with her ass holding the door closed, grabbed the battered sink for stability, and started to rub, fingers riding her fiery gash, palm grinding her clit. She gasped and bit back another moan. She felt the heat in her belly grow, felt the urgent tightness in her pussy build, felt sparks of pleasure race through her body and make her legs quiver. Kody bucked her ass against the door, desperate for more leverage, banging. She whimpered, she was so fucking close! And then all at once she felt herself orgasm, hooves slipping on the slick floor, legs giving out, body sliding down to the ground. "Hhhhhhhhnnnn..."

***

Kody was pulling the cart too fast again, trotting ahead of Dash, throwing off the rhythm, making the rickshaw squirrelly as it tried to compensate. She snorted and tossed her head to clear it, forced herself back to a stately prance. It was just too easy to pick up speed and she was having trouble focusing. Kody felt strange, her legs felt oddly bloated and she kept noticing an ache like growing pains in her ankles and ass. The steady throb of her still needy pussy. Kody wondered if she was malleable somehow, whether the nanomachines were still active. She clenched her teeth and shook her head out again, she was fine. She just had to ride it out. Focus on pulling the rickshaw and keeping pace with Dash. Ignore any weird sensations and anxiety. It was probably just her imagination anyway. Clip clop.

***

"Woah!" Dash repeated, giving Kody's leads a fumbling yank for emphasis. "Stop already!"

Kody halted and blinked her eyes back into focus. "Sorry?"

Dash shook her head, "I don't know what's up with you, but it's time to call it quits."

"What do you mean?" Kody felt great. She still had energy to burn. "Why don't we keep it going? Make it another big night!”

Dash gestured at their empty rickshaw with a hoof. It was true The Tides had already died down and the flood of ponygirl fans had dried up. As much as Kody might be happy to run all night, there wasn't much use pulling around an empty cart. "I think the goldrush is behind us, dear. "

"Fair enough." Kody frowned, she was too energized, too wound up to go home. "Why don't we go hang out with the other runners? It's been a while."

Dash laughed, "I'd love to, but I have a... date tonight. And don't you have class tomorrow?"

"Class can wait, I'm in the mood to party!"

Dash smiled, "Okay fine. I think I can get the rickshaw back to Crazy Ivan's myself, but take the tazer and spray okay? And text me if you need anything. Be safe!"

"Of course, mother."

***

Kody laughed and tried not to snort cheap beer right out her nose. “No way…”

Shawe leaned closer to her and whispered, “It’s true! Digger and Lee are totally on the DL.” 

Kody looked across the Puller Plaza at the two moderately Boosted meatheads, both wearing cutoff metal concert tees and jorts. They were both too dumb and too macho to have ever pinged on her own gaydar. “You think?”

“When you spend as much time around gym rats as me, you learn what to look for. There’s a type.” The muscular woman took a swig of her beer, “And trust me, those rats are fucking each other’s tails off.”

“Good for them.”

Shawe laughed, “Cheers!”

Kody saw Max marching back from the dive bar carrying more drinks. Her eyes drank in his titanic form and arrested on the bulge in his little golden lamé shorts. She felt her insides squirm a little, still revved up from earlier. “What about Max?”

Shawe gave her a playfully appraising grin. “Max, eh?”

“Shut up,” Kody said with a blush.

“Straight as far as I can tell.” The amazon shook her head with a smirk, “He’s just too much of a gentleman for his own good. Prolly worried about scaring the shit out of ladies.” Shawe gave Kody a playful elbow, almost knocking her over, “But it doesn’t seem to bother you!” Kody felt her face burn and Shawe guffawed heartily.

Max held out fresh jars of beer, “What’s so funny?” 

***

Kody and the other runners huddled around the barnacle crusted bucket of gently glowing charcoal. Shawe was raucous and drunk, stumbling her way through a filthy story. There was Tucker and his cool girlfriend with the chrome prosthetic arms and Dango and his equally uncool girlfriend, the burlesque dancer with the artificial third tit. Digger and Lee sat next to each other, close but studiously not too close, in a way that Kody was suddenly aware of. And there was Max, seated right next to her, his hugely muscular body towering over her, a looming exciting presence. Kody could hardly keep her eyes off his mostly bare body, kept finding herself staring at the way the fire glow etched shadows into the definition of his muscles. Kody wanted to touch him, to feel the strength of his body, to struggle against the hardness of his limbs. To feel him crush her in his arms. Kody shivered, quickly looked away, again, tried to ignore the growing heat and ache in her own body. She reminded herself she was being ridiculous. Kody blushed and Tucker's girlfriend winked at her with a cybernetic eye. 

***

"I'm cold," Kody lied as she slid up next to Max, pressed her latex coated body against his bare skin. She was only wearing her catsuit, but the latex was surprisingly warm and they had their little campfire, but Max didn't need to know that. Her heart was beating in her chest, she was afraid Max would reject her and push her away with his fearsome strength. Scared that maybe he wouldn’t. The moment seemed to stretch and Kody thought about springing away, laughing, making it a joke. Or maybe just galloping away into the night. Instead she felt a huge arm drape over her should and pull her against him. "Then we'd better warm you up."

***

Kody snuggled up against Max, so aware of his body, it's heat and solidity, it's awesome looming presence. She longed to explore it, to trace her fingers and lips across the bumps and ridges of his musculature, to discover how well his cock measured up to the rest of his stature. Kody felt her pussy throb at the thought. She felt giddy and squirmy and her body physically ached to be filled. She wanted to fuck Max.

Kody dragged her eyes away from Max and saw they were alone. Tucker and Dango had left with their girlfriends, both cool and uncool, and Digger and Lee had suspiciously snuck off together. Shawe had wandered off to the bar to pee and never made it back, lost to the night. Kody’s heart beat in her chest and she rubbed her latex thighs together. If she was going to do this, now was the time. Kody licked her lips, brushed her hair aside, looked up at Max, “Have you ever wanted to fuck a pony?”

Max blinked in surprise, “What?”

“Max do you want to fuck me?”

Kody watched Max’s face carefully, saw something hungry in it that made her clit pulse. “Are you sure? This is awfully sudden…”

Kody took a shuddering breath and nodded, put her hand on the huge man's thigh. “I’m so fucking horny and I want you so bad right now.” 

“I didn’t think you were into Boosted guys,” Max rumbled.

“I’m not usually,” Kody admitted breathlessly, hand sliding up his thigh, “but you’re an exception.” She put her palm on his lamé bootyshorts and felt the pulse of the hot cock within. “And I’ve always wanted to know if what they say about Boosted guys is true…”

***

Kody climbed onto Max’s massive lap, her thighs spread wide to wrap around his torso. Their lips were locked together, kissing, chewing, biting, and Max’s huge arms encircled her, pulled her against him, clutched her. She could feel the hard contours of his body, her stomach pressed to the topography of his abs, her aching tits smashed against the shelf of his pectorals. She mewled and felt the burning ache in her become a hungry void; she felt a desperate need be filled. “Fuck….”

***

Kody could feel how hard Max was, could feel his cock swell and swell and swell, too long and thick and hot, pushing forcefully out the waistband of his tiny shorts, the enormous glans rubbing on her stomach. “Yesss….”

***

Kody reached down with frantic trembling fingers and fumbled her fly open, fingers touching her pussy, so boiling hot and soaking wet and slippery. Cool night air brushed against pulsing labia. She whimpered in need.

***

Kody grinded her naked pussy against Max’s exposed cock and moaned. Kody felt strange, her pussy felt swollen and throbbed with an unexpected urgency. She’d never felt this horny, this turned on. It felt like she was out of control. 

***

She humped against Max harder, drenched him in her lust, made him groan. She felt the power in her legs, in her core, in her entire body. Max met her strength with his own, thrust back against her with a force that almost made her teeth click; that made her whimper in anticipation for what was coming...

***

Max grabbed her ass and squeezed it almost hard enough to bruise. Kody gasped and he lifted her easily off his lap, positioned her hovering above his hard cock. He lowered her slowly so that his glans was pressed against her, pressed into her, just the tip sliding inside. Kody moaned, Max was already stretching her deliciously and he’d barely even entered her. She tried to wiggle him in further, but Max held her aloft, powerless. “Fffuck me…” she whined and kicked her hooves helplessly. He chuckled and his hands clutched her ass tighter, almost in preparation. Kody shivered, she knew the moment was coming, and….

“What the fuck?” 

“What!?” Kody gasped while still trying to buck against Max.

Max pushed her away, “Kody there’s something on your ass?”

Kody didn’t care she wanted to fuck! “Okay… whatever….”

“It’s a bump, and it’s kinda big.” Max looked down at her with concern, face very serious. “And it’s twitching…”

Kody felt a chill run down her spine and beyond. “What the fuck?”

***

Kody looked at the nub on her ass in the dirty bathroom mirror. Her heart was hammering in her chest, half from unsated arousal and half from fear. She’d grown a fucking tail! That fucking horse Boost had made her grow a tiny fucking tail! A tail that was already thicker than a finger and long enough to poke out of her catsuit if she unzipped it. A tail that she could feel! Kody focused on the nub and made it wiggle. Fuck!

Fucking fuck!!

***

Kody tried to calm down and take stock, catalogue what else had changed. She seemed taller and she thought she looked a little more muscular too. Her tits were certainly fuller, and her hard nipples stood out through her latex outfit. Kody blushed and resisted the urge to grope herself. Kody continued her inspection, twisted, tried to maneuver in the tiny water closet, and gasped when she saw her lower body. Her thighs and ass had exploded! Kody's latex wrapped haunches had grown even more muscular and plush and almost inhumanly wide! She looked like the worlds kinkiest speedskater, or like she was actually becoming part horse! Kody shivered, the horse boost must've been active all night, must have kept changing her while she was working! Kody felt a stab of panic, what if the nanomachines were still working on her now? What if they were literally making her into a horse! What if this was just the beginning!? 

Fuck she needed help!

Kody pulled her phone out of her purse and frantically searched for her TA's contact info.

***

    You awake!? 

    It's important!!!

                                                                                                Hey, what's up?

    That horse-stuff you gave me! 

    It's fucking turning me into a horse!!

                                                                                                Calm down. No it isn't.

    I grew a fucking tail!

                                                                                                Oh.

                                                                                                Hmm...

                                                                                                Intersting.

    Interesting? 

    Fuck you! I need help! 

                                                                                                Relax, it's just a little side effect.

    Little side effect!?

    It's a fucking tail!!

    Help me!!!

                                                                                                Okay. 

                                                                                                What do you want from me?

    HELP ME!!

    Or I'll tell everyone you dosed a 

    student with your thesis project.

                                                                                                Fuck, ok.

                                                                                                Here is where I live...

***

Kody banged on the door to the TA's dorm room and thought about trying to kick it in with her hoof boots. Her hoof boots that had stopped feeling like wearing insane high heels and begun to feel like her natural posture. Like her legs were built for hooves. Kodey felt her little tail twitch angrily. She banged on the door again, "Open the door asshole!"

The dorm door slid open and there he was, the source of her problems.

"You made it."

***

Kody stepped into his little bachelor apartment which was cluttered and institutionally furnished like the cell of a science monk. She pawed at the ground with a hoof and snorted. The TA circled her, studying her like a specimen, and then outright ogling her, lust in his eyes. Kody blushed and looked away, still aware of the unsatisfied throb deep in her body. The TA grinned, “You look great.”

Kody balled her fists and wished she was wearing her hoof gloves so she could hit him. “That’s not the point! I grew a fucking tail!” She snorted again, aware of some smell in the air that made her heart race. “I don’t want to turn into an actual fucking pony!”

“Relax,” the TA said, hands raised soothingly. He was only wearing a pair of joggers and his bare torso was lean and pleasantly muscular. “The nanomachines are designed to ramp up to peak tissue remodeling by about twelve hours post infusion, and it’s been what? At least sixteen hours? They’ve definitely expended their power supply by now. At this point they’re totally inert and being cleared by your kidneys. Your changes are finished.” The TA smiled and Kody felt a tingle in her crotch. He wasn’t handsome exactly, but there was something about him…

Kody tossed her head, tried to focus on her anger and ignore her needy cunt. “You never warned me that I’d grow horse parts! Or change this much!” She gestured at her uncomfortably equine hindquarters. “What the fuck?!”

The TA looked at her with hunger, snorted the air, tossed his own head. He looked flushed. “I probably gave you a bit too much. I usually sell this stuff to Boosted guys and have the dosage scaled up for a bigger body.” He gave an apologetic shrug, “I wanted to see what it would do to a girl.”

***

“You asshole!” Kody charged the TA, grabbed him by the shoulders, pushed him back a step. “You experimented on me!?” Her heart was thundering in her chest, she wanted to bite and kick and stomp this jerk into the floorboards. She growled and pushed him back another step, and another, until his back was against the wall. Up close like this her nose filled with his scent, a scent that made the heat in her belly boil, made something primal slip free, and then she was kissing him, hard, pressing her body against him, desperate for him.

***

The TA kissed her back, ran his hands over her body, clutched her against him, grabbed her latex ass, touched her tail. Kody gasped into his mouth and felt a tingle run up her tail into her spine. Kody moaned. She felt hot and wild and frantically turned on! She reached down and grabbed at his crotch, felt him start to swell and harden. Kody bit her lip and pulled on the waistband of his pants to free his growing cock. His cock was big, really big, seemingly huge on his small frame, but also strangely inhuman. Bestial.

***

Kody stared and trembled. His cock seemed to grow out of his body, emerging from a sheath like an animal. The shaft was long and thick and had a bulging ring halfway up its improbable length. The glans was too wide, flared instead of round, a crest instead of a bell. Equine. The TA had a stallion cock. A gigantic hard horse shaft. His own sexy side effect. Kody gasped and felt her insides ache with need. Kody knew she should be disgusted, but she somehow wanted it even more now, was physically desperate for that stallion cock.

***

Kody pushed herself away from him and stumbled on her hooves, legs rubbery and weak, pussy pulsing obscenely. She reached down with trembling fingers and unzipped her crotch, pulling it all the way, splitting her latex catsuit wide open and baring her pussy and asshole and tail. Her pussy was so swollen, so hot, so wet that it leaked down her shiny rubber legs. Kody gasped for breath, tried to gather herself, but her body was on autopilot now and she dropped to her knees, stuck her ass up in the air and raised her tail. Presented herself to the stallion. 

***

Kody moaned and looked up to see him lose his own battle of self control, watched the arousal and smugness and fear get replaced by something carnal and straightforward and wild. He fell upon her, his lean muscular chest on her back, his massive cock between her legs, the shaft straining against the hot wet heat of her labia. He made a noise like a whinny and squeezed her tits, making Kody snort and grind herself back against him. She hurt for his cock! Fuck she needed him in her! Now! Right fucking now!

***

Kody felt his cock press against her pussy, felt the equine glans part her, start to push inside her. Kody groaned, she had never felt herself spread so wide before. Never felt so gloriously divided. And then the cock pushed deeper, steadily, inch by inch by inch, the front wedge stretching her open, the hot shaft filling her more and more and more. Filling her completely. Filling her more than she thought she could be filled. Kody felt like she was impaled, like she was hollowed out and cored, like her entire being was broken. She tried to moan but was too breathless to make a noise. And then he started to thrust...

***

The cock slammed into her again and again and again, made her snort and pant, made her rock forward on her knees and hands, made her see stars and feel faint. Almost painful pleasure drummed through in waves and she felt a storm building within her. Kody thrust back into him as hard as she could, tried to make him fuck her even harder. She could feel huge equine balls slap against her ass, against her labia. She tossed her head back, gasped as he yanked on her mane. The pressure in her was growing...

***

Kody was so close, so fucking close, the cock slamming into her and she was right on the fucking edge, teetering, the pressure inside near bursting, the growing storm a tempest...

***

So close, so close, so close....

***

So.... close....

***

So...

***

Kody came! She screamed a whinny and bucked! Her every muscle going tight, her pussy clamping down and rhythmically pulsing, milking at his cock! He grunted and thrust into her one last time, clamped down on her hard enough to bruise, and screamed as his cock erupted inside her! Rhythmically pulsing! Spewing a torrent of cum into her body, into her womb. Kody came again, even harder this time, body going limp. Her vision went white and her mind exploded in a moment of perfect release!

***

***

***

Kody eventually crawled out from under the TA and lifted herself to unsteady hooves. Her legs were made of rubber and her pussy throbbed. She felt semen spill out of her cunt and run down her leg. She shivverred and hobbled to the bathroom, scooping up her purse along the way. She stumbled into the small toilet and activated the privacy lock as the door slid shut. Kody grabbed a wad of toilet paper and wiped herself. What the fuck did she just do? She just fucked her TA!? Fucked her drug dealer! Fucked an equine cock! It had felt so fucking good! Kody blushed and basked in the feeling of absolute satisfaction radiating from her body. When was the last time she'd had an orgasm like that? Fucked like that? She shiverred, she'd lost control hadn't she? Given in to animal desire. She felt her nipples ache at the thought. Fuck, she wanted to do it again. Kody looked at her reflection, glowing and disheveled and smiled hungrily, "You fucking whore."

Kody turned on the tap and washed her face with cold water, she had to get out of there. Get away from her TA and his incredible cock before she made another wonderful mistake. She rubbed her sore eyes, suddenly aware that she'd been up all night and that her body was exhausted. Her battered pussy hurt deliciously and she felt like a headache was coming on. Kody groaned and wished she’d packed ibuprofen in her purse. She eyed the TA's medicine cabinet and opened it, rumaged around for a painkiller. She heard a glass clink and noticed  a nylon pouch. She carefully opened it and pulled out a familiar looking ampule of silvery fluid. EQNX and For Research Purposes Only was on the label. It was his stash of horse Boost! Kody clutched the vial tightly, her mind racing. Maybe she should take an ampule? Proof of what was done to her. Something she could give to a hospital if she kept changing. Maybe someone could use it to make an antidote? Kody bit her lip and dropped the ampule into her purse. 

Kody turned to go, but stopped. That fucker had experimented on her and taken advantage of her. She looked back at the stash of nanomachine ampules. 

She should teach this asshole a lesson. 

Kody emptied the nylon sack into her purse, making sure to take every single vial labelled EQNX.

"Fuck that guy."

Kody fingered the taser in her purse. It was time for her to get the fuck out of here.

***

Kody stumbled into the loft and looked around. Dash still wasn’t home, but she never was when she had a client. It was probably for the best. Kody clopped over to their little table and dropped her purse with a tinkle of glass. 

Kody sat heavily on a chair, stretched out her long strange legs, and sighed. She reached behind her neck and unzipped her latex catsuit and then carefully peeled it off down to her waist. Kody’s naked breasts looked huge to her, and she cupped them, relishing their unexpected weight and sensitivity. Kody made a little pleased knickering sound in her throat. She leaned forward, the hang of her breasts unfamiliar, and untied her hoof boots. She carefully pulled her feet free and groaned, her feet had changed too, her middle toe swollen to be her biggest and widest, her outside toes fused together and withered. Kody wiggled her deformed toes, fascinated and afraid. How could these be her feet? She tossed her head, there was time for that later, after she showered. Fuck she needed a shower.

Kody worked her hips and slowly pulled the latex off her legs, naked for the first time in what felt like ages. She stood and automatically lifted herself onto her toes as if she were still wearing her hoof boots. Kody wiggled her little tail and bounced on the condensed balls of her feet, amazed at how natural this posture felt. Her legs had clearly been altered. She frowned and concentrated, tried to rest her heels flat on the ground, but winced in discomfort. Standing flat footed felt completely wrong. “I guess it’s heels from now on.”

Kody turned to head for the shower, but paused when she saw something glint on the table. 

An ampule of horse Boost had slipped out of her purse. 

***

Kody rolled the vial back and forth, back and forth, back and forth with the tip of her finger. The silver fluid inside flowed heavily and clung to the glass like wine. Here was the source of all her problems. Kody frowned and thought about what her TA had promised her: strength and endurance and freedom from discomfort. The nanomachines had certainly delivered. Pulling the rickshaw had been almost too easy, her body more than able to perform the task. It had even been fun. Without struggling she could focus on the joy in motion and revel in the kinky thrill of being on display, of being desirable and exotic. She was actually able to enjoy being a ponygirl. In a way the horse Boost had given her what she’d wanted from it. If not for the equine side effects Kody would be a completely satisfied customer. Five stars. Would recommend. 

Kody licked her lips and wondered if it had been worth it. 

Part of her  wondered if she should take it even further...

***

Kody stopped rolling the vial and stared at the label: EQNX and some meaningless numbers and a tiny QR code. For Research Purposes Only written warningly in bold font. She couldn't possibly be thinking of dosing herself with more, could she? She was aleady a freak with inhuman feet and hindquarters and an actual fucking tail. A horse-woman mutant. Kody blushed, a real life ponygirl. Naked or wrapped in skintight latex her altered body was obvious, but still subtle enough that most folks might not notice or care. If Kody wore baggy clothes or a skirt and the right shoes she could probably pass as normal; just a gal who liked platform heels and had an unusually beefy ass. If she wanted to, Kody could probably live a totally normal life and keep her Pharmomancy misadventure a dirty secret. If she was careful it probably wouldn’t even get in the way of her career. The prudent thing would be to quit while she was ahead, to destroy or maybe sell the rest of the EQNX stash.

What would even happen if she took another dose? How much would she change? Would her body just refine itself more, become a better version of what had already happened? The full ponygirl model instead of this halfway attempt? Would she become a total mutant, completely a horse from the waist down? Would it turn her into some kind of human-horse monster, more beast than person? Kody felt a flare of arousal, part of her was desperately curious about the possibilities. 

Kody knew it was stupid, insane! Using the horse Boost at all was an idiotically risky mistake, using it again was deliberately fucking up her life. She couldn’t be a nurse as a horse freak!

*** 

Kody started to roll the vial again and thought about whether she even wanted to be a nurse. If she was honest she picked the job because it seemed like the easiest path up slope and away from The Tides. As a nurse Kody would always have a job and a good paycheck and could afford to move onto a better elevation. She'd even have healthcare. Kody liked some things about nursing. She enjoyed learning about medicine and loved the science behind it, and she abstractly liked the idea of helping people. The problem was in which people could actually afford her help. Kody knew that if she became a nurse she’d spend her time ministering to wealthy folks from the Acropolis, the only people rich enough to afford a hospital. Nurse Kody would work long twelve or sixteen hour days, probably with mandatory overtime, just to look after the same posh assholes she was currently giving pony rides. She would tend their wounds and give them medicine and bathe them and clean up their shit and piss. Kody shuddered and felt the bitter anger about how unfair life was. Her resentment for those that lived above her. Was a life of servitude worth living in a nicer apartment and drinking a better brand of tea?

***

Kody spun the ampule like a top, round and round and round. When was the last time she was really happy? Was it as a kid? The first time she fell in love? Maybe it was when she left her shitty dad’s place and moved in with Dash? Or when she was accepted into Nursing? Kody blushed scarlet. No, it was earlier tonight when she’d fucked the TA. Kody had felt a total and complete release when she’d orgasmed, a mental eclipse of pure carnal joy. She shuddered and felt dirty butterflies dance in her stomach. Sex felt better than ever, better than drugs, better than love. She felt a pang in her guts like hunger and her pussy started to drool. Kody couldn’t wait to get fucked again.

Kody shivered, she wondered if that wild fuck was a one time thing, a byproduct of the active Boost in her system or the animal chemistry between her and the TA’s equine cock. Kody felt her heart beat faster. She regretted that it was that dirtbag TA she’d laid, but she fucking loved that monstrous penis. Wanted it again. Wanted it now. Kody wondered if fucking Max would have felt as good, regretted that she didn't get to find out. Kody bit her lip and imagined it was Max fucking her with an even larger stallion cock. She reached down and lightly touched her pussy, felt how wet and hot and inhumanly swollen she was. “Fuck…”

Kody started to stroke her pussy, gasped, still shocked at how sensitive she was. She wondered just how much more better it could get.

***

Kody activated her microinjector and placed it on the table next to the ampule. Not to use of course, just a prop to help her make a decision. She had everything she needed right here, she could inject herself with another dose now if she wanted. The only thing stopping her was that it was a spectacularly bad idea. She absolutely should not, could not fuck her life up like this. Could she?

No. No, of course not.

***

Kody heard a sharp click as the ampule mated with the microinjector. She picked up the device in shaking hands and took a hoarse, shuddering breath. Her heart was beating too fast and her mouth was dry and she felt a knot of excitement in her chest. Her pussy ached with arousal. The microinjector indicators were all green and ready. 

Kody started to pace. 

***

Kody trotted back and forth across her loft, mind whirling frantically. She stopped and pressed the microinjector against the meat of her ass, held it there like a threat, finger on the trigger. 

She should just do it, she wanted to.

Kody chickened out and started pacing again.

***

Kody held the microinjector up, looked at it, glared at it, almost chucked it across the room. This was fucking insane! Why was she even thinking of this!? What the fuck was wrong with her!?

***

Kody stood in front of the bathroom mirror and pressed the microinjector to her neck, aperture aimed at her carotid for rapid infusion, just like in class. "What the fuck do you want!?" she demanded her reflection. 

Kody pulled the trigger.

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Kody felt a sharp sting in her neck and a fiery burn in her arteries. She gasped and dropped the injector, stumbled out of the bathroom. What the fuck did she just do? 

Kody stood stock still, as if not moving might save her, might somehow reverse time. She felt heat burn through her vasculature and warmth like a blush grow in her thighs and ass and hips, almost instantaneously, the nanomachines already waking up. Kody whimpered in fear and excitement. She felt a sudden pain in her tailbone and ankles, a throbbing fire in her altered toes. She looked down and thought she could see her extra toes melting into her body, her feet becoming hooves in real time. Kody felt a swollen heat in her tits and fondled them, tipped her head back and moaned. It felt like her body was completing what had already been started, perfecting it. She smiled, excited, and then gasped at a burning in her pussy, peppery and sharp. There was work to do there too. Kody reached down started to stroke her cunt, panting at the mingling pleasure and pain, eager to make the most of the moment, until she felt a sharp heat appear in her hand too.

Kody gasped in confusion, lifted her cunt slick hand up, and watched as her pinky and ring finger started to fuse...

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"Hi Honey, I'm home!" Dash sang gayly as she clopped through the door in the morning.

"Hi," Kody coughed from just of sight. 

"How was your night out?"

"Eventful..." Kody knew there wasn't any point trying to hide. Not from Dash. She took a deep, deep breath and trotted into the room, her new hooves clopping loudly on the concrete floor.

"What do you...." and then Dash gasped and stared at her. Kody blushed but stood proudly, displaying her altered body. "What! The! Fuck!!!"

"It's kind of a long story..." Kody's voice was huskier and a little deeper. She was still getting used to the sound of it, but thought she liked it.

Dash continued to stare open-mouthed, her face dumbfounded. Kody knew the feeling, had felt it herself when she woke up from fainting and saw her reflection in the mirror. She was taller now, well over six feet, and muscular in a lean elegant way, like an oversized ballet dancer or figure skater. She had hooves instead of feet, real full horse hooves, just big rocks of hardened keratin where her toes had been. Kody balanced on her hooves easily, her feet lengthening into fetlocks and her legs recurved into a digitigrade posture. Kody's thighs were enormous, strong rippling hindquarters packed with muscle under a sheath of feminine fat. Her hips were outrageously wide, wider than her newly broad shoulders, and her ass was gargantuan and round, big and strong enough to almost belong on an actual pony. Kody had a full tail too, a long silky brunette cascade of hair, which she swished nervously as Dash continued to study her.

"Fuck me..." Dash said quietly and started to circle her, looking at her from other angles. Above the waist Kody's body was mostly human but extremely fit. Her torso had grown a lean six pack and her back was broad and strong. Kody thought she had the physique of a yoga instructor who did triathlons. Kody's breasts had grown too, becoming bigger and fuller, quite large even on her expanded body with big, prominent nipples. She’d grown a second pair of nipples on her belly, just below her waist, about where she thought an udder might be on a horse. Kody didn't think she actually had tits there yet, but wondered just how sensitive this weird new anatomy was. She shivered and felt another flare of the heat in her crotch which never seemed to go away. Kody bit her lip and wished she could do something about it.

Dash circled around behind her and Kody lifted her tail up and away, bared herself completely to her roommate. Her anus had grown into a swollen puckered ring like a donut just under her tail. Below that was her altered pussy, now probably more mare than woman. It had migrated backwards as she'd slept, now oriented down from her round butthole like an exclamation mark, clearly built for mounting from behind. Her pussy had a teardrop shape and prominent wide vulva that stood out obscenely from her body. Kody bent forward and presented herself, felt herself blush and her pussy wink open for a moment, hot and wet and hungry. Kody wondered just how big it was. She glanced back over her shoulder and saw Dash stare at her cunt with a look like hunger in her eyes. Kody shivered and wondered about the specific direction of that hunger, since she really, really needed to come. 

"Your hands," Dash said quietly. Kody sighed and clacked her useless hands together. Her hands that had been replaced by another pair of hooves. Her fingers and thumbs melted away, grown over by more blunt clumsy rocks. Kody frowned at her fore-hooves and felt a chill pass through her. She still wasn't sure how she was going to live like this. Every other aspect of her second dose she’d anticipated and looked forward to. Her equine lower body was a complication, she was obviously a freak, but it was all something she could work around. Mitigate. Losing her hands though, how the fuck was she going to deal with that? How was she going to work? How was she going to eat and drink and bathe herself? How was she going to fuck herself? Kody blushed and felt that weird giddy thrill again: she was helpless. Kody was kinky and sexy and utterly dependent on other people. The thought terrified her and excited her all at once. Kody snorted and tossed her head, for better or worse she was stuck like this. Kody looked at her friend and smiled encouragingly, put on a little bravado. Her face was thankfully almost entirely unchanged. Her nose was maybe a bit wider and her ears had subtle points and her jaw looked a little longer, but she was still recognizably herself. "I'm okay," she said. "I think."

Dash stopped and licked her lips, stood with her hips cocked and a finger tapping her chin thoughtfully. Her face was a war of emotions: Kody could see worry and disbelief, but also curiosity and calculation. "We're going to have to get you a whole new pony costume," Dash said finally. 

"I know," Kody replied, her face red. They could probably skip a lot of it. 

Dash laughed and shook her head, "Fuck." She bit her lip and let her eyes wander over Kody's body, a look of lust and yearning on her face. A look of jealousy. "You have to tell me how you did it," Dash said. Her voice was a little desperate,  "You have to hook a girl up." 

Kody could smell Dash's arousal. She smiled and looked at her purse, still full of ampules.

"I think we can figure something out..."

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THE END?