The Magic Remote

The Magic Remote

Part 1: Allison

(Story prompt and early sections by Terranvoid)

Another day of College over, Allison Smith arrives at her families two-story home, her blue truck pulling into the driveway. The 5'8” black-haired, blue eyed, attractive young woman steps down from the driver seat, brushing her long black hair back over her shoulders to get inside and ditch her backpack in her room.

As Allison walks through the front door, her mother, Jane, calls out from the living room, “Allison, you have a package.” “Hey, thanks, mom” Allison calls back, picking up the package. She frowns at the oddly labeled box, “Why did I get a remote?”

With a shrug, she lowers the package. “I'm going to be in my room, Mom!” She says as she walks to the stairs, looking in the living room to see her mother wearing her work clothes and watching the TV. Despite their difference in age, Jane is in great shape and on occasion had been mistaken for Allison's older sister, which she always enjoyed. Jane gave her a smile and a nod, “Alright, although your father's been fixing that front gate on the stables. It would be nice if you said hi to him before dinner.”

Allison rolls her eyes, but smiles as she says, “Alright. I might go out and tell him he's done another “amazing” job.”

In her room, Allison sets her backpack down on her desk along with the box containing the universal remote. She opens the box, “So what are you?” She asks as she picks up the instruction manual.

***

Allison reads through the manual for the remote muttering “No” “What kind of joke is this?”, and the like in disbelief. Finally, she sets the manual down and picks up the remote itself, feeling a shiver of uncertain anticipation as she holds it.

Her eyes go to her closet, a few outfits visible through the open door. “I suppose swapping clothes with something I own is a safe test,” she says as she looks over the buttons to find the right one. In two clicks, she's suddenly wearing a dark blue dress of hers and she gasps, covering her mouth to keep from screaming. “Oh my god! It works, it works, it works, it works.” She says over and over, until she calms down almost a minute later.

Then she holds up the remote and looks at it. “Oh hell. You can't be real... but you'll be so much fun.” She says as a smile crossing her lips.

***

Feeling heady with the power in her hand, Allison walks out of the house without so much as a word to her mother as she goes to the stables. Her father, John, is there in a shirt and overalls, hoof pick in hand as he checks the hooves of one of their mares, Misty. At 6'2”, blond haired and blue-eyed, he could probably model for a construction equipment ad. He smiles as he sees his daughter.

“Hey, Allie, I fixed up the fence so it doesn't drag along the ground,” he says happily as she smiles at him. “It took you three days to get to that, daddy. You're getting slow.” He snorts at this, “I'm not old. You know Old Charger twisted his foot and took some extra care to make sure he didn't need to see the vet.”

Allison just grins at him, “Of course, dad. It's Chargers fault.” She says as she looks at the Stallion standing in his pen, idly staring at them. Still grinning, Allison points the remote at the horses in the barn and saves them to its memory, like the manual said she could.

Allison feels a flood of nervousness as she points the remote at her dad and Misty the horse. Allison feels a bit of relief as he seems to ignore the device. She presses the merge button. One moment, she's looking at her dad as he's lifting Misty's hoof up, then, she's looking at an anthropomorphic and very female horse, wearing her fathers clothes, her mane braided and hanging down her back. Not only that, she's hot, her lips oddly luscious and feminine, with F-cup breasts and an hourglass figure.

The new female mix of her dad and Misty steps out of the stall and closes the door to it. “Thanks for stopping by to say Hi, honey.” Allison stares, struck speechless for a moment, making her father give her a concerned look. “Allison? Are you alright.” Allison nods, recovering as she asks, “A-are you alright, dad?” The horse-woman smiles at her and nods, “Yeah, but you should really get used to calling me Misty, honey. You've been bad about it ever since we went through that procedure.”

Hearing that, Allison turns and walks quickly out of the stable to not freak out in front of her father. She rushes to a storage shed and hides behind it, staring at the remote in shock. “H-he thinks he did that himself? Earlier? How could this do that?” Then, after a moment, she shakes her head, “I was kind of thinking of the change being that way. Did this thing really just change the entire world?”

***

Thoughts tumble through Allison's head about the impossible and powerful device she now has, “I... this thing turns the world into a toy...” She mutters to herself, walking through the front door and to the living room, finding her mother done with her show and reading a book, although she'll be cooking dinner soon as “Misty” will be finishing up with the... other? horses.

“Misty was proud as ever about fixing something, mom.” She says, making her mother smile, “Of course. That was nice of you. You know she loves a little praise for her work and she does work hard,” Jane says as Allison points the remote at her, her mother seeming to not notice the action either.

Allison selects Charger from the remotes memory, then points it at her mother. Suddenly, looking a lot like her father, her mother is an anthro horse, her figure and noticeably larger breasts, proving she's almost all female, although looking a bit younger. She's now wearing a dark-green dress that, sitting down, does nothing to hide the fact she has Chargers equipment between her legs.

Allison takes a deep breath, trying to hold back the nervous panic she still feels at causing such a drastic change. Then, curious to get any details she can, she asks, “S-so. How's merging with Charger?” She asks.

Jane stifles a giggle at the question, “It's amazing, Allison. I can't imagine I've not said it enough, even though Charger was getting a bit old, I have so much more energy now.” Allison shakes her head at this, “H-how come you got Charger and dad got Misty?”

With a look of supreme patience, as if she's heard this question a few times before, “You're father was dead-set on Misty and we weren't even thinking of doing anything with Charger, but after Misty's merger keeping Charger around longer was just too valuable. The best breeder we've ever had.” With that, Jane smiles at her as Allison begins to sweat a little, nervous and excited. “Y-yeah. We've made a lot of money off of Charger.”

***

After waiting all the rest of the day to be able to hide in her room and play around with the remote in private, Allison finally closes the door behind her as she looks around the room. “Damn, that was strange.” She says, having sat through dinner with her two parents as sexy horse-women. They both had more energy and there was a definite sexual energy between them that made her a little uncomfortable, but it was fascinating as well.

***

After dinner John... no Misty, she had to get used to this, was helping clear the table. Misty bent over to lift a stack of plates luxuriating in the still somewhat unfamiliar weight of her large breasts hanging forward off her chest and enjoying the loud clop of her hooves on the linoleum floor as she carried the plates over to the sink where her wife was washing the dishes.

Looking at her wife, no stallion, Misty could feel another new sensation: a stirring heat in her leathery new anatomy. Just the sight of her stallion with her powerful, muscular haunches, beautiful womanly curves, and exotic equine features (not to mention the hot spear of horseflesh hidden in her dress) was enough to get her excited. Merging with Charger had certainly suited Jane. John had been nervous when he told his wife how badly he wanted to save Misty, wanted to undergo the process and become a female horse woman. But seeing his stallion there wearing her yellow dish washing gloves in her tight green dress, tail flicking behind her, Misty knew everything had turned out alright after all.

Placing her dish stack on the counter next to the sink, Misty pressed herself to her stallions back, feeling her breast squish against her wife's muscular back. She slipped her arms around her partner, resting one arm possessively under her stallions own massive breasts and casually dangling her other hand on her wife's crotch, feeling the hot bulge of her stallions sheath and testicles. She rested the side of her short muzzle against the furry cheek of her wife's muzzle and breathed in her scent through her slightly flared nostrils.

"Charger..."

"Mmmm. I love when you call me that Dear."

"Charger, I think we need to talk about Allison..."

"Yes?"

"Well, we agree that to help the farm she needs to undergo the procedure, and I know you want her to merge with a high pedigree filly to shore up our horse breeding program..."

Misty could smell Charger's arousal at the idea.

"Charger's... my seed is very valuable Dear. And with only one quality womb, it really limits our business. Besides, you have to admit it's not a bad role to play."

Misty stepped back and rested her hands on her still flat stomach and thought about the baby horse already growing inside her. She blushed and smiled, feeling an almost primal contentment.

"Yes, but, I chose this for myself and I really think we should let Allison choose which animal to merge with herself. There are lot's of things the farm needs."

"You are such a good father, Misty. I love you."

"I love you too!"

Charger swept Misty into her muscular arms and kissed her passionately. Misty thought for a moment that they really hadn't decided anything, but quickly forgot about it when Charger guided her hand to the growing horse erection lifting the front of her dress.

***

After classes the next day Allison can't wait to get home. She had hidden the remote in a box in her closet the night before, being nervous about making any other changes. She felt she had maybe been too hasty with the changes she had already made and wanted to have time experiment a little more carefully and maybe fix some of what she had already done. She kind of couldn't believe what she did to her parents.

They seemed pretty happy with the changes though...

Allison opened the door to the farm house and not seeing her parents anywhere, which wasn't that unusual even before they were part equine since they had a farm to run, she made her way to her room to get out of her school clothes and finish an essay before dinner so she could play with the remote for the rest of the night. She hurried upstairs opened the door to her room and found her horsey parents sitting on her bed holding their three fingered, hoof tipped hands.

"Hi honey," her father said, "We need to have a family chat."

Allison drew her office chair out from under the desk sat down and looked at her parents. Tonight her mother was wearing a tight henley shirtdress and tights that did nothing to disguise her large breasts, chiseled abs, and the equine bulge at her crotch. Especially with the open leg way she was sitting. Her father meanwhile was wearing one of her mothers dresses, a simple gingham number that her mother had always called her farm wife dress, and which likewise showed off her fathers prodigious female figure. They made a handsome, if strange couple, Allison thought.

Even if they reeked of animals and sex...

"What is it Dad?"

"Well, as you know running a farm is a family business. A small farm like this, you know it takes all of us doing our part and working together..."

"Is this about my chores Dad? I took care of everything on my list this morning before going to school."

"No... we are very happy with your chores it's just that...."

"What your father is trying to get at is that it's time for you to undergo the procedure, merge with an animal, and really contribute to the farm."

Allison was stunned. Apparently merging with farm animals was a thing now? And she was expected to do it? It sounded like it had been a point of conversation with her parents before. What had the remote done? What had she done?

"Honey, I know you wanted to hold off because it would complicate things at school a little but, well, the farm needs the money. When your mother and I merged with Charger and Misty, it helped the bottom line and will keep us afloat once I start foaling but we really need your help."

"You would make a beautiful horsegirl and we have a perfect, very highly regarded filly that would be perfect for you to merge with. Her sire was a very decorated race horse and if we were to cross her with me, we would make magnificent horses. As your father can attest, being a brood mare is a very satisfying vocation and it would make us a lot of money. We might even be able to go on a vacation!"

Allison was stunned. Her mother wanted her to become a horsegirl and make babies with her? Allison noticed her mothers tights were bulging even more obscenely as she seemed to get off on the idea of having sex with her. Wasn't that incest? Or is it okay now if you are merged?

Allison had to admit, while the idea of being a brood mare was scary, maybe having sex as a horsegirl was a little sexy. And it was not as if she couldn't fix things later with the remote...

"Allison, honey, don't feel pressured by your mother to merge with a horse. It would help, and your mother is a very attractive stallion and great lover and being carrying a foal does feel magical. But! You could merge with any sort of animal to help the farm! You could merge with a cow and we could open a dairy or you could merge with a chicken and start helping lay eggs. You could merge with one of the sheep or become a piggirl and help raise livestock. Heck we could even find you a good purebred border collie stud to help herd the sheep and make puppies. It really is up to you."

Allison could see her mother frown at the idea, but could see that her father wanted her to be happy and to give her an out if she didn't want to have sex with her mom. Or maybe he was just jealous and wanted his stallion to himself? Did horses get jealous?

It was a lot to take in... what was she going to do?

***

Allison promised her parents she would sleep on it and give them a decision in the morning. The trouble was, she was having trouble sleeping. Her mind was racing with the possibilities. Did she want to be part animal? Did she want to have sex with her mother and her huge equine cock? Did she want to give birth to a series of horses? Or cows? Or whatever? It was kind of exciting... and she could just undo it with the remote if she wanted.

Or she could dig out the remote and make this all go away and start over.

And then there was the noise: her parents were clopping around their bedroom clopping around and making a racket and... were they having sex? The walls in the old farmhouse were fairly thin and her parents usually showed some discretion with their sex life but... that was definitely her father moaning with her Misty voice. And that sounded like her mother grunting and now they were giggling and... whinnying? Allison heard hooves paw and scrabble at the floor and then a rhythmic pounding of a headboard being slammed against a wall... faster and faster and faster. Allison felt herself blush and become aware of a warm, slick tightness in her privates. The moans and snorts and whinnies were getting louder and more bestial too. Allison slipped a hand into her pajama pants and touched her wet vagina, sliding her fingers across her slippery vulva. The sounds were reaching a fevered pitch and with a sound between a woman and a horse screaming she heard her parents cry out as they came. Followed by thump as they collapsed heavily and joyful laughter.

Allison kept rubbing herself, picturing the heated horsewoman fucking that must have happened in her mind until with a stifled moan she writhed in her own orgasm.

Glowing and nodding off, Allison decided that she would do it. She would merge with the filly they had picked out and become a brood mare.

She'd tell her parents in the morning.

***

The next morning Allison's parents were overjoyed. Her father started to happily cry a little and her mother gave her a look of maternal pride mixed with something intense that made Allison shiver in anticipation.

Her parents called the merging clinic and arranged for her to start the process. Apparently her parents had already given them most of her information, so it was only a matter of making appointments for the necessary checkups and for the procedure itself. Within a short amount of time: it was official, Allison would be merged with her horse of choice at the end of the month.

With that arranged Alison soon found herself piled into the family pickup truck driving to meet the horse that would soon be part of her. She found she was surprisingly nervous about the whole thing, like a first date with a boys she really liked. Her father smiled at her and held her hand while her mother drove the truck.

It seemed to take forever, but eventually the family turned off the country road surrounded by farmland and turned up a long dirt driveway to a large stable and corral complex. They parked out front and Allison's dad took her hand and lead past the barn and towards a series of corrals.

"I can't wait for you too see her!"

"I can't wait either." Which was honest because Allison was actually pretty excited. "But where is mom?"

"Oh, Charger is off talking business about acquiring the horses for you."

"Why do you keep calling her Charger?"

"Because that's who she is now. Our relationship is different now; I mean, we are still married and your parents, but she is also my stallion, my stud, and I'm her mare. The more I focus on how she is Charger now, the more I get used to this situation, to being Misty."

Alison's father gave her a coy look.

"You know, given how your relationship took your mother is about to change too, maybe you should try thinking of her more as Charger."

Allison blushed and thought of her parents loudly rutting and how soon it would be her. She nodded at her father, at Misty.

"Misty..."

Her father grinned at her prettily.

"What were you saying about Charger handling the business?"

"Oh. Well the horse we want for you is a very highly sought after breeder. It's worth a fortune, so we need to work out a deal with her owner so that we can merge you with it."

"Dad, Misty, we don't have a fortune... What kind of deal?"

Misty paws the ground with her hoof. "Well, we're going to split ownership of you."

"What!?"

"It isn't that big a deal! The owner wants this to happen: merging massively expands his horse's lifespan and the number of years she can breed and it's way easier to breed horsegirls than horses. Plus, Charger is a very sought after stud: he wants his horse and Charger to breed."

"But what does that mean for me?"

"It means that once you merge you'll be partially owned by the farmer here. He'll get half the value of your foals forever, and some ownership rights over you at least until you've had your seventh horse. At which time you will regain full legal control: it's like being indentured. And it won't matter as long as you keep having babies: the ownership rights don't kick in if you are productive."

"So if I merge with this horse I will have to have babies or else?"

"Aw, honey, don't look at it like that. You'll want to have babies! What's the point of being a brood mare otherwise?"

"Oh, we're here: Allison meet Chalice."

During this conversation Misty dragged Allison to the gate of a corral Filled with a gorgeous palomino mare with a white-grey coat and long blond hair whipping in its mane as it trotted around its enclosure. Allison found herself stunned at Chalice's majesty and grace, at the way her tight hide ripples over her taught, powerful muscles. Allison found herself desperate to possess those qualities for herself.

She was also, she had to admit, becoming aroused.

Misty smiled at her daughters obvious enraptured look and whickered at Chalice to come over. Allison found herself strangely shy as the horse approached the paddock fence. Her father reached out and stroked Chalice's neck and flank and leaned in while she and the horse snuffled each other.

"Go ahead honey, touch her. Feel your new other half, your new body."

Allison blushing furiously reached out with both hands and touched Chalice's warm, furry neck. Not knowing what to do Allison started to scratch and stroke the horse who snorted happily and leaned into the petting.

"Haha! See she likes you!"

Allison started and turned and saw her mother and a middle aged man in a flat cap and battered tweed jacket approaching. Charger was beaming. The man, Allison decided was giving her a decidedly businessy appraisal. She blushed again.

"The deals done, dear! Chalice is joining the family herd! She is going to stay here for a week so she can get her pre-procedure vet check, than she'll be moving to the farm so that Allison and her can get better acquainted."

"That's excellent news!"

"I just want to inspect the goods one more time..."

The man nodded, and Charger let herself into the corral and approached Chalice. She pawed at the ground with her hooves and snorted and the horse and stallion woman started to circle each other. Charger was panting, nostrils flared as she followed Chalice. Chalice for her part lifted her blonde tail exposing the glistening folds of her vagina. Charger's knee length denim skirt bulged obscenely with arousal and her own tail jerked around.

Allison glanced at her father and saw she was panting in arousal too, her own nostrils distended and her own tail frisking up in a way designed to expose her privates.

Allison realized she was shuddering with breath too and became aware how hot and wet she was getting watching this courtship spectacle.

"That's enough!" The man said, slightly bemused."Save it for after the merge."

Allison thrilled at the thought.

Charger, obviously reluctant, climbed out of the paddock. Told the man she was satisfied and grabbed Misty's hand, dragging her for a gallop off to somewhere private, Allison presumed, to consummate the foreplay she'd just witnessed.

Allison for her part stayed and watched beautiful Chalice saunter around her corral.

***

That night after Allison had her evening shower she stood in front of the bathroom mirror and looked at her naked body. She smiled at herself and posed, enjoying the way her cheeks dimpled, and taking pride in her smooth stomach and narrow waist. She shifted her weight, and watched her perky C cup breasts sway. Allison turned around and looked over her should and studied her butt and smooth back. She stood on tiptoe, kicked out, and pirouetted in front of the mirror. Allison thought that overall she had a pretty sexy, great body.

So why did she want to change it? What would she look like, really look like when she was naked after a shower after the merge? She wasn't sure. Allison realized that she had never even seen a horsegirl naked.

But it occurred to her that there was someone in the house who could help her figure it out.

Pulling on a fresh t shirt and her pajama pants, appropriately the ones covered in a horseshoe pattern, Allison set off to find her father. She padded through the house and found her mother sitting at the kitchen table with a very old, paper scrolling calculator doing some finances which meant wherever she was, her father was alone.

"Looking for Misty?" Charger asked without looking up from her piles of receipts.

"Yes Mom."

"You should check the stables."

Allison was a little surprised by this. Why would her father be out in the stables at this hour? Normally he would have been in bed a couple hours ago; it wasn't a myth that farmers rise early. Allison shrugged, she guessed she would find out soon. She thanked her mother, slipped on a cardigan and some rubber boots and went to check the stables.

It didn't take long for Allison to find her dad: he was standing on his hooves, sleeping in Misty's old stall. She was wearing a flannel button down and some men's boxer shorts stretched tight across her wide muscular ass with her tail hanging out over the elastic waist band. Allison thought that despite the weird sleeping posture her father looked peaceful and beautiful, with her relaxed face and gently heaving chest. Allison didn't want to wake her, so she turned to creep out and managed to step on something loud. The two mobile horse ears on Misty's head shot straight up and she opened her eyes startled for a second.

Recognizing Allison though, Misty smiled. "Honey, what are you doing out here?"

"I was looking for you. What are you doing out here?"

Allison's father looked bashful for a moment, "I sometimes have trouble sleeping in a human bed. There is just something about sleeping here, in my stall, standing that I find very comforting..."

"You really are part Misty, aren't you?"

"Oh Honey, haven't you been listening to me. I didn't turn into a horsegirl... I merged with our horse. Of course I'm partly her."

"How does that work? A lot of the time you seem like, well, you... dad."

"I'm not entirely sure. It seems like the part of me that is John just has more personality than the Misty part. But she still comes through with urges and instincts and... all kinds of little things that is hard to explain. That and stallion cock, I definitely have Misty's love of being filled by an equine penis." Misty made a face like she was blushing, or would be if she didn't have fine fur on her face. "Why were you looking for me?"

"I... I was thinking about the merge and realized that I don't really know what a horsegirl looks like..."

"That's silly, Honey, you know what I look like!"

"I meant without clothes..."

"Oooohhhh..."

"Can you show me?"

"I don't... know... I'm your father..."

"I know, but your also not. Please Misty."

"Okay, Allison. I'll do it."

Misty reached up with her blunt, three fingered fingers and unbuttoned her shirt, letting her pendulous F cup breasts with their large dark nipples swing free. She pulled her muscular but slim arms out of her sleeves showing off her toned torso covered in short chocolate brown fur. Misty turned sideways, reached down and slipped off her boxer shorts one hooved leg at a time, revealing her wide muscular thighs and hindquarters, equine in their girth and shape. She turned her back to Misty and stretched out her arms, her muscular back rippling, her mighty ass with its long black tail clenching above flexing digitigrade legs. She glanced shyly back over her shoulder with her short-muzzled face with its wide equine nostrils, mobile horse ears, luxurious feminine lips, and splash of cream colour fur in the middle of her face.

"Misty, your gorgeous!"

Misty beamed and turned around unveiling the small black udder on her crotch and below that, her large, fleshy mares vagina. Allison leaned in and tried to get a better look at the mottled black and pink organ with its puffy donut of raised cunt flesh. Allison was surprised by how big it was, how far it stuck out of her father's body and how long the slit of her vaginal opening was. She wished she could see more of it.

"You know, you can touch it if you want."

"Wh-what?"

"My vagina. You look curious about it, and it's okay if you want to feel it. It's a big change, and you should know what you're getting."

"Uh...." Allison gaped at her father.

"Honey, as Misty I have had to endure dozens of veterinary exams, not to mention all of the attention of foaling. Go ahead." Misty widened her stance to make her cunt more accessible.

Allison was nervous about this, but her curiosity got the best of her and she opened the stall, knelt down in front of Misty and took a close look at her mare cunt. She reached out and stroked the leathery, warm bulge of her alien vulva. She sensed her father tense and shift at her touch.

"It's, it's okay. I'm just a little surprised by how cold your hands are."

"Sorry!"

"It's okay, keep going."

Allison continued to gentle trace her fingers over her father's horse cunt, which grew warm and slick with her menstruations and began to open as it engorged with blood. Allison pressed her finger against the opening.

"Go ahead, Honey. If you want."

Allison did want, and slid a finger into Misty's hot, slick opening. Feeling a loose fit, she stuck a second finger in and a third, and then her whole hand. Misty shifted and panted above her.

"Make a fist dear and.... uhn... and see how deep it is."

Having gone this far, Allison followed her father's instructions, rolled up her sleeves, closed her hand and pushed her arm into Misty's cunt. With the girth of her arm she could feel the smooth walls of her fathers vagina squeezing her arm back... but she still couldn't feel the end. So she pushed further and further, until she was elbow deep inside her fathers privates.

"Ahhhh. That's it, you, ahhh, all the way in. That's... that's how big you'llll be soon. You'll have a great, great big horse cunt like me for Charger to fuck and fill up with her... mmmm... incredible cooooockkk!"

Misty suddenly whinnied in pleasure, and Allison felt her father's cunt muscles clamp down on her arm, squeezing and massaging as she orgasmed.

As soon as the muscles in Misty's cunt relaxed, Allison withdrew her sopping, slick arm and ran back to the farmhouse and her room.

She slid into her bed, and with her hand still slippery and wet with her father's pussy juices, started to stroke her own, small puny human vagina. Masturbating furiously at the words her father screamed after her as she ran.

"You'll, you'll fucking love it!"

***

The next couple weeks passed in a blur for Allison. There was so much to do before she underwent the procedure!

Much of it was purely practical. Allison had a series of doctors appointments where they gave her a thorough examination to ensure she was healthy enough for the merging, but also fertile enough to be a brood mare. There was a visit with a notary to sort out the legalities of her merged personhood and a meeting with her school’s dean to hash out what school work she would need to complete during her leave of absence. Allison was surprised by how smoothly it all went, how mundane the world was treating her impending transformation.

There was also fun stuff. Knowing that her body and relationship with her parents were about to change, Allison made sure to spend some quality time with them as their daughter. She went for ice cream with her father, which was just like old times except for when Misty spilled her ice cream into her cleavage. (Allison had to admit that it was pretty funny.) Allison also went clothes shopping with her mom in an effort to try and pick out some clothes for her new body. This also struck a nostalgic cord with Allison, even if there was a sense of sexual tension when Charger watched her buying oversized bras. This entire situation might be a weird consequence of her magic remote, but Allison really enjoyed spending some time with her horsified parents.

And of course there was all of the normal routine. The farm wasn't going anywhere, so Allison still had to do her chores and her share of keeping the family homestead running. Allison, even if she was taking time off classes, also still had studies to complete; more than usual since she was trying to work ahead enough not to fall behind as she recovered from the procedure. Sometimes she was almost busy enough to forget that she was about to merge with Chalice the horse.

Yet it was something that was always on her mind.

It was on her mind when Misty never mentioned that she probed her father's mare vagina, but just winked at her conspiratorially over breakfast the next day. It was something she thought about whenever she saw a horse running across a field, bodies rippling with every step. She thought about it every time she looked at the pictures of Chalice she taped on the mirror in her bedroom. It was on her mind whenever she did up her bra or slid into jeans that didn't have a tail accommodation. She thought about it whenever she remembered the remote, hidden in her closet, the device that caused this entire situation and promised to be her escape route if she didn't love it. And it was on Allison's mind every night while masturbated listening to her parents, Misty and Charger, fuck in their bedroom picturing herself being the mare covered by her stallion mother.

The day could not come fast enough for Allison!

Which all changed the day Chalice arrived at the farm.

***

Allison was sitting on the farmhouse porch, curled up with a textbook, mug of hot chocolate, and a big flannel horse blanket that she liked to imagine smelled a lot like she was about to when an expensive pickup truck pulling a horse trailer pulled up the driveway to her families stables. Feeling sure that this was the moment she had been waiting for, Allison jumped up with a happy shriek and rushed off to meet the arrival.

Running as fast as she could, Allison managed to meet the truck and trailer just as it pulled up to the stables. She climbed up onto the wheel fender on the trailer, and pressed her face against the open slit windows of the trailer. Shading her eyes she peered into the trailer.

And there she was, Chalice, a faintly glowing white mass radiating strength and beauty.

Allison’s breath caught as she stared at the object of her obsession. Chalice was looking back, ears up, breath snorting. Allison tried to say something, anything, but only managed a strangled whine and a big blush. Chalice tossed her head and took a powerful step across the trailer and pressed her nostrils against Allison’s face and took a deep sniff. Allison whimpered, her chest aching with anticipation. Chalice nudged her through the window slits and gave Allison a gentle lick with her tongue. Allison was felt joy explode inside of her and was dimly aware that she was weeping happily.

She wasn’t sure how long she stood there, clinging to the trailer crying and watching Chalice study her, but she eventually became aware of her father gently calling her name and feeling her strong, sinewy arms lift her off the trailer and press her against her warm, comforting bosom. She heard Misty murmur comforting understanding and stroke her back with her thick, hard-tipped fingers and rest her muzzle on her cheek. Allison slowly came back to herself and her father released her and stepped back.

When Allison finally finished blinking back her tears she could see Charger and Chalice’s owner shaking hands. The man curtly nodded and made his way to the trailer, and went about opening the trailer door. Allison felt her father step up behind her and encircle her in her arms, her massive breasts resting heavily on her back. Charger, business concluded walked over to her family and rested her hands on Misty and Allison’s shoulders, standing tall and proud.

So it was that Allison was surrounded by her family, her loving parents and her future herd, as Chalice stepped with graceful ease into the afternoon sun.

***

As anxious as Allison was to Merge with Chalice, she was really cherishing her time with the horse. More or less flinging her studies aside, she was spending all of her time with the beautiful palomino mare. Her parents were being tolerant of her shirking her responsibilities because they thought it would be good for them both, girl and horse, to build a rapport and sense of each other before the procedure.

Her father in particular, who had such a close bond with Misty before they merged, was especially keen on Allison and Chalice bonding. When she found Allison watching Chalice from a distance, too shy and awkward to spend time with the mare, but obviously desperately wanting to, she gathered up a bushel full of carrots and apples and dragged Allison down to the paddock for a picnic. When Allison looked hesitant at the paddock fence, Misty hauled Allison bodily through the gate to the enclosure and handed her the bushel of treats while she spread out a plaid blanket on the ground. She then gently pushed her daughter onto the blanket and drew out an apple which she bit into with obvious relish, her big soft lips glistening with juice.

Chalice for her part initially looked skittish, tramping around the far side of the corral and tossing her head. Allison was worried that they were upsetting the mare and was starting to feel even more nervous. She really didn't want to make a bad impression on her future equine half. Misty just smiled at her, winked, and took another big horsey bite from of her apple.

Fortunately, Allison didn't have too long to fret since Chalice started to calm down and circle the current and potential horsegirls. Whether it was out of tameness, curiosity, or the sight of so much tasty food , it did not take long for Chalice to start to edge her way over. Misty whickered happily, tossed her apple core over the fence, and grabbed a fresh one. Chalice reached the edge of the blanket, lowered her head, and snorted. Allison was blushing again and feeling queasy and stupid. Misty rolled her eyes, and big mouth full of apple mumbled at her daughter to "feed the damn horse!". Allison blushed even harder but managed to reach a shaking handful of apple to Chalice.

Chalice, a look of horsey contentment on her face, delicately reached out and took the apple from Allison's hand and started munching it.

Allison was elated! This was going okay! Chalice didn't hate her!

Chalice did, reaching her head back in and nudging Allison's hand, want more treats please which Allison was only too happy to supply.

Allison promptly handed another apple to the mare who again chowed down. This time she spared a glance at her father who was also enjoying yet another apple. It struck Allison that she had no idea just how much a horsegirl had to eat in a day, and that it was probably substantial since her parents were both so tall and muscular now. It also struck Allison just how similar Chalice and Misty were as they both happily ate apples, while their ears roved and their tails gently flicked. Both mares carried with them a certain placid strength that Allison could never quite muster in herself and both mares were shockingly beautiful. Allison couldn't wait to join their equine sorority and hoped that she could capture just some of Chalice's grace when they merged. She was a bit giddy just thinking about it.

Chalice reached down again and gently nudged Allison again, reminding her that she had finished her last treat. Seeing that the picnic bushel was out of apples, Allison pulled out a carrot. This time Chalice ate the vegetable straight from her hand, gnawing her way down from the tip to the end. Allison laughed, delighted. As she handed the bunt end of the carrot to Chalice, Allison tried to glance over at her father but noticed she wasn't sitting on the blanket eating apples anymore. Worried she looked around and spotted Misty outside of the fence, chewing on her own carrot. She gestured with her carrot like a comedy cigar and waved at Allison.

Allison frowned and was starting to feel nervous again. What was she supposed to do? Misty had abandoned her! She was starting to panic again!

Chalice calmly bent down and nudged Allison again. Another carrot please. Allison robotically picked up another vegetable and the mare gratefully started eating. Maybe everything would be okay after all. Allison reached up with her free hand and stroked Chalice's muzzle. Her future muzzle.

Misty, seeing everything was alright, slipped out of her sundress, and went to find Charger.

***

Allison spent the rest of the day with Chalice in the paddock, feeding the horse treats and stroking her coat. She was finding that the more time she was spending with Chalice, the less nervous she was around the mare. By the end of the day she was just hanging out with the horse, not even relying on treats to bride Chalice into keeping her company. She stayed with Chalice until it started to get dark and a glowingly post coital Misty showed up to lead Chalice to her stall for the night and shoo Allison inside for a late supper, Allison was absolutely beaming.

The next morning Allison was up bright and early and immediately made her way to the stable, bringing a bag of oats and some sugar cubes to Chalice. They ate a companionable breakfast before Allison let Chalice out of her stall and led her out to the farm. This time she gave the mare a grand tour of her new home, showing her the various paddocks, barn structures, vegetable gardens, orchards, and pasture land that made up the family holding. She introduced Chalice to the other animals on the farm, the chickens, the small flock of sheep, and the mangy old barn cat. Allison found that she felt a kinship with the livestock now that she was about to join their community.

After taking a long walk around the perimeter of the property, Allison thought it would be fun to have another picnic lunch in the corral they shared the day before. However when she arrived she was greeted by an unexpected sight: her father was walking completely naked in the corral. And not just naked, Misty was wearing some sort of fetishwear bridle on her head and had tethered this to a post driven into the center of the corral. The way Misty was walking, a kind of two legged take on a dressage trot, was making her muscular thighs and ass ripple and her pendulous breasts swing wildly as she gracefully circled the post.

Allison was stunned and for a second offended at her father’s nudity. But then she realized Misty was just being a horse, practicing her gaits, and that doing that naked was perfectly natural. And soon being a horse and naked and outside would be natural for her too. A thought that made Allison blush and warm below her waist.

So Allison stood there with Chalice and watched her fathers nude exercise, stroking the horse and surreptitiously rubbing her thighs together at the spectacle.

Later that night, Allison would dream that it was her in the corral naked except for the bridle and, oddly, a saddle, marching in a circle. Except she was still human, a naked woman making the exaggerated springy steps of her fathers trot. Or was she human? It seemed every time she completely a rotation she became a bit more equine. She seemed to gain muscle and height, to sprout white fur and a blonde main and tail. She grew hooves and a muzzle and then fell to all fours. Until suddenly she was just Chalice, trotting joyfully in a circle. And then suddenly there was Charger, her mother, wearing a top hat and tuxedo coat and nothing else, her black furred breasts hanging on her chest and her massive equine cock out of it’s sheath and bobbing in front of her. Allison/Chalice snorted in arousal and turned her rear towards Charger, spread her hind legs slightly and lowered her hindquarters. Her mother huffed at the presentation and stepped behind Allison/Chalice, placing her hands on her flanks. And then, just as she was about to penetrate Allison/Chalice…

….Allison woke up, thighs soaked with arousal, clitoris and labia swollen with need. She rammed her fingers into her hungry cunt and mewled as she masturbated, trying to keep the moment of the dream alive in her imagination.

***

It may have only been a few days, but Allison was starting to feel like she really knew Chalice, that the two of them had been friends for a lifetime. Allison had been spending every waking moment (that wasn’t furiously diddling herself in the middle of the night) with the mare. Feeding her, playing with her, letting her run on the farm, grooming her, and generally trying to breath in every moment with this magnificent horse she could before she became that horse.

Allison still couldn’t wait to merge with Chalice, but she also thought she would miss spending time her when they were one being. She wondered how Chalice felt about her, and whether she would miss Allison when they were a horsegirl.

Allison did have one thing she desperately wanted to do before she merged with Chalice, and that was ride her.

Allison was a pretty accomplished equestrian having grown up on a farm with horses. She had spent many hours riding Misty and even Charger before they became her parents. She even learned to ride Charger bareback, her tight panted legs and crotch grinding against the spine of the might stallion as he ran below her, powerful lungs working. Allison grew hot and slippery just thinking about it. She wondered if the new Charger remembered her thighs clamped around her back clinging to her strong body. And if she did remember, did Charger find it as arousing as Allison. She hoped so.

Allison wasn’t sure what the best way to try and ride Chalice. She didn’t know for sure whether the horse was broken or had any experience with riders. Additionally, Allison couldn’t bear the though to using riding tackle on Chalice and felt bad enough already using a lead on her when walking around the farm. If she was going to ride the mare, it would be bareback.

Fearing what her parents would try to talk her out of it for safety’s sake, Allison decided to mount a guerrilla operation. Although, with only a day left before the merging procedure she would have to act fast.

The first part of her plan meant getting her father on board with her sleeping in the barn. She figured her best chance would be to chat with Misty was just after she finished her daily trot in the corral, since her father spent the rest of her day performing the necessary labor needed to keep the farm running or fucking Charger. Misty also seemed, at least to Allison’s eyes, particularly relaxed looking during this part of her day.

Not wanting to interrupt, Allison brought Chalice to a smaller paddock adjacent to the one her father did her paces in. She also made sure to bring a horse brush and a bucket of cool water. While she and Chalice watched Misty do her fancy trotting, Allison used her brush to scrub down Chalice, which Chalice seemed to enjoy. Allison really got into it, using it as another excuse to really examine the mare, to feel every contour of her muscles, to feel her long flowing mane and tail, to ogle and inspect her mighty vagina and black puckered anus.

Allison was so in her world that she jumped when Misty finally came over to the paddock, naked and steaming with sweat. It seemed that Misty’s workout had left her in quite a lather, which was all according to Allison’s plan. She instructed her father to walk to the rail and bend over, where she took the bucket of water and sponge and proceeded to gently wash the sweat out of Misty’s fur. Allison paid special attention to scrubbing the her fathers soft, but muscular hindquarters, and the inside of her bulging thighs. Misty whickered happily. Allison also, while cleaning Misty’s pits and chest of sweat, made sure to obviously brush a hand along her fathers tits, feeling her large nipples stiffen. This managed to illicit a feminine moan from her dad.

Having finished washing her father, Allison picked up the brush and went to work brushing out Misty’s tail. Misty, who was already aroused, signaled her approval by lifting her tail and flicking it around, revealing her mottled and vagina and anus, so, Allison thought, like Chalice’s. Feeling her father respond to having his tail brushed, Allison made sure to take her time and occasionally, ever so surreptitiously, brush the moist labia of Misty. Misty was starting to pant and shift on the ground, one part skittish horse and one part woman mashing her thighs together in self-pleasure. She was clearly impatient to rush off and take care of her aching need.

Allison could tell she had gotten her father right where she wanted her.

“Misty, Dad?”

“Y-yes dear?”

“Can I sleep in Chalice’s stall tonight?”

“I, err, I gah-guess.”

“Do you promise?”

“Sh-shure….”

“Fantastic!”

***

It was the night before the procedure was scheduled and Allison was going to spend it sleeping in the stable with Chalice. She was dressed in her thickest flannel pajamas and a pull over hoodie emblazoned with her school's crest, but still was a bit chilly. Allison was planning to cuddle up with Chalice when she laid down, but the mare was currently standing and Allison was beginning to worry that she should have brought some warmer clothing. She realized that in her haste to take Chalice for a midnight joyride before they were merged, that Allison had maybe overlooked what she needed to spend the night in the barn.

Oh well, she thought, it wasn't like she was going to sleep much anyway: she was way too excited!

But... she had to admit, she was also pretty cold.

Allison was just about to give up and go home for something warmer to wear when she heard the clack of hooves approaching. Standing up and looking out of the stall, she saw Misty approaching carrying a big pile of horse blankets and a couple steaming mugs. Misty smiled her big horsey smile and whickered. "I figured you might need some more blankets. And maybe someone to talk to; tomorrow is a pretty big day for you and Chalice."

Allison was touched and beaming at her father, opened the stall door accepted the mugs while Misty laid out the blankets she brought. Allison saw that the mugs contained steaming hot chocolate with rainbow marshmallows, a childhood favourite. She looked at her equinified father and smiled, Misty was really the best of her dad and the mare he merged with. Misty grinned back and patted the space next to her in the nest of blankets she had built. Allison sat down, handed one of the mugs to Misty, and cuddled up the horsewoman, enjoying the barnyard funk of the blankets and animalistic musk of her dad.

Misty blew on her drink and gave Allison a very paternal, appraising look. "Tomorrow is the procedure, you must be nervous."

"I think I'm more excited than nervous... but yeah. Were you nervous?"

"The part of me that was John was very nervous! He was about to not only give up his humanity, but also his gender! He was worried that it would ruin things with your mother, who he loved very much and he was super nervous about how you would react to him becoming a horsewoman. But he was also so excited: so sure that becoming Misty was what he wanted and what was best for the farm."

"What about the part of you that was Misty?"

"The old Misty was such a stoic strong horse. She was a bit uncomfortable with the strange place she was brought to, all the weird chemical smells and sounds. And she really didn't like the merging chamber! She was terrified! But John was there, comforting, nurturing John. And then she was someone else.... just like you are about to be someone else. You know that right: after the merging you won't be Allison anymore, you'll be someone new."

"Yeah, someone made of me and Chalice."

"Exactly. Are you okay with that?"

"I think so... what's it like?"

"Well... it's... hard to explain? I'm who you would get if someone had lived both John and Misty's lives and mixed John's intellect with Misty's instincts and drives. It feels natural and wonderful... but when I stop to think about it, it's a bit confusing. I mean, I can remember standing the hospital holding you in my arms, but I can also remember you as a girl sitting on a saddle on my back giggling as I galloped around the farm. I can remember holding your mother in my arms, making love with her on our wedding night, but I can also remember being covered by Charger, and having my first foal.... it's kind of wonderful."

"Are you happy?"

"I'm so happy! I was happy as John and Misty, but I have never been happier than I am now."

"I can't wait to see what it's like!"

"I'm so excited for you!"

"You aren't jealous?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well... after I merge with Chalice, Charger is going to be my mate too. I'm going to fuck her and have her babies and she's your wife!"

"Why would I be jealous? Charger is a stallion, it's only natural that she'd have many mares. And Chalice is an exquisite mare, it makes perfect sense Charger would desire her, will desire you after you merge. The new you will make an incredible addition to our herd. Besides, it'll be lovely to have another horsewoman for company and for my fouls to have friends to run with."

"So it's okay that I'll be taking mom as my lover?"

"Allison, dear, it's great. If anything I'm so excited for you: Charger is an incredible fuck. That stud is going to rock. you. fucking. world!"

"That good?"

"BETTER! And you're going to feel that incredible magic of pregnancy, of having a life, a foul growing inside you." Misty stroked her belly. "It's indescribable."

Allison looked at her father, at Misty with admiration. Her dad or her new horsey sister-wife, was such a generous, caring person. "Dad, thanks for this."

Misty whickered. "Of course, dear. Everyone needs someone to talk to before a merge. I had your mother, and she had me, and so now here I am for you."

"Speaking of Mom..."

"Yes, Honey?"

"I feel like she has been avoiding me... I've barely seen her."

"Oh dear, don't take it personally. She isn't avoiding you, she's avoiding Chalice! You've just been so inseparable that it just seems like she is trying to stay away from you!"

"Chalice? Why is Charger avoiding Chalice?"

"Haha. Because Charger can't control herself around that filly! She wants Chalice too much!"

"What?"

"Charger is a hot blooded stallion! And Chalice is a very flirty, very fertile horse that Charger would do anything to fuck! But she has to wait until after the merger and it is truly a trial of self-control. I have been doing everything I can to... help relieve the pressure, but a pregnant old nag isn't quite as exciting as a virgin filly!"

"Oh, Misty, don't say that, your gorgeous! I hope I look like you!"

"Oh sweetheart, that's very nice. It's just a pregnant broodmare isn't quite as sexy smelling as potentially fertile female. I'm having a lovely time trying to convince Charger otherwise though! Speaking of... I bet my stallion is just about ready to blow. I better go take care of that." Misty winked, and peeled herself out of the blankets, taking the empty mugs with her. As she stepped out of the stall she glanced back at Allison. "You better hurry up and help me though at this rate I won't be able to walk straight for months!"

Allison laughed. "Oh, Misty, I love you."

"I love you too, kiddo. I'll see you in the morning." She tossed another wink at Allison. "Have fun tonight!"

Allison blushed guiltily as Misty skipped out of the stables and into Charger's strong embrace.

***

Allison could hardly wait for the coast to be clear. She desperately wanted to take Chalice for a single ride before they went for their Merging procedure, but she knew it would be dangerous and knew her parents wouldn't approve. And so she wanted to be absolutely sure they were sleeping. Sleeping, Allison imagined, exhausted and post coital and spent. She warmed at the thought and stroked the fur of Chalice, whom she was cuddled up against. At the same time, Allison didn't want to wait too long either, for while she was too excited to sleep, she wanted to make sure Chalice at least was well rested for their ordeal the following day.

When the old clock hanging on a rafter in the stables read 1am, Allison decided that this was likely her best window of opportunity. Her parents were surely sleeping, and the nearly full moon left her more than enough light for a nighttime ride. Allison pulled off her slipped off her sweatshirt, her t-shirt and bra. She pulled off her pajama pants and kicked off her underwear. The chill air of the barn made her skin goosepimple, and she shivered, although she thought that might have been anticipation. Naked she unlatched the gate to Chalice's stall, grabbed a fistful of the mares hair, and guided her out into the stable. Now was the time. Allison and Chalice walked out of the barn and into the night.

Allison guided Chalice into the largest enclosure on the farm, the main pasture. Using a corral fence, Allison managed to swing herself up onto Chalice's strong, wide back. The horse shifted nervously and snorted, her powerful flanks contracting with her breath. Allison, as she wrapped her naked thighs around the mare, felt the strength coursing through the animal, the nervous energy and anticipation. She squirmed on the horses back and wrapped her arms around the Chalice's strong neck. The horse stepped forward uncertainly. Allison dug her heels into Chalice's side, whispering encouragement, before shouting at the horse to run.

Chalice was off like a shot, galloping freely, mane whipping the air! Allison shrieked happily and clung desperately to Chalice's back. The mares muscles rippled and strained under Allison, rhythmically pulsing with each powerful stride. Allison moaned at the feeling of the horse's back on her naked thighs and crotch, the sensation of her breasts flopping freely in the wind. She ground herself against the horse, slick and wet, excited and scared. The run went on and on, Chalice snorting and Allison panting, her crotch burning with desire and her arms aching from holding on. As glorious a time as she was having, she knew she needed to wrap this up, so she reached up, grabbed Chalice's mane and brought the mare to a halt.

Reluctantly, she slid from the horses back, chilly and horny, and walked the pair back to the stable.

Locking Chalice back in her stall, Allison filled a bucket of water to rub the lathered horse down with. She dragged the bucket back to Chalice and looked at the mare. The situation reminded her of when she washed Misty, which made her already slick nethers warm more. She thought about sliding her hand inside her fathers mare-ish vagina and thought about the horse cunt she would soon have. She looked at Chalice, saw the horse flick her tail, showing the puffy leathery folds of that very horse cunt. Allison placed the bucket on the floor and carefully approached the mare. She placed her hands on the horse's sides, and slowly walked around the side of her to her hindquarters. She stroked the horses mighty thighs and ran her hand over the mare's black, puffy vulva. She knew she shouldn't be doing this, but she was much too curious. She stroked Chalice's cunt, slowly, and then faster. The horse shifted and stamped her hooves. Allison slipped her fingers between the mare's swelling lips, relishing the growing hot wetness. Chalice lifted her tail and snorted. Allison slipped her hand inside the horse, pushing into her hot and strong cunt. She couldn't believe how hot and big it was as she pushed herself elbow deep into the horse. Chalice whinnied. Allison pushed herself deeper still, now shoulder deep in the mare, her naked chest pressed against the panting horse.

Allison reached down with her free hand and touched her own aching, slick cunt.

And then she heard hooves.

Turning her head and there was Charger, beautiful, powerful Charger, chest heaving and cock erect in obvious arousal watching. Allison opened her mouth to say something, and Charger brought a powerful, hoof tipped finger to her mouth. "Chalice dear, you really shouldn't be masturbating with yourselves, you have such a big day tomorrow!"

Allison blushing pulled her soaked arm from inside her future body mate and guiltily looked at the floor blushing. Chalice shifted in the stall.

Charger just chuckled. "Now be a good girl and mare and clean yourselves up and go to bed!" She looked at them both intently, her erect stallion cock bobbing in front of her. "I will see you both in tomorrow."

And with that Charger marched off back to the farm house, one hand slowly stroking her massive cock.

***

Allison awoke in the morning bleary eyed and muzzy. It had taken a while to clean herself and Chalice off after the previous nights excursion and then when she was finally ready to go to sleep she was too anxious and excited to sleep. She just laid there, pressed against a sleeping Chalice, fussing and twisting, worrying and horny. But she must have fallen asleep at some point because she was just waking up now. She swooped her hair from her face and looked up to see Misty, Charger, and the man who owned Chalice looking down at the girl and horse. "Wakey, wakey," cooed Misty, "time for your big day."

Everything felt dream-like to Allison, like she was floating. She allowed herself to coralled into the bathroom to brush her teeth and have her last shower as a human. A thought, that made Allison giddy and weak-kneed. She tugged on the loose sweater and sweat pants her parents had laid out for her, slightly disappointed that her last outfit didn't capture the enormous importance of this day for her. looking at her mirror, Allison decided to tie her hair back in a loose ponytail with a piece of bright blue ribbon, a prize from a riding competition years ago. Since Allison was too nervous to eat and forbidden from touching coffee, she was out the door just in time to see Chalice being coerced into her trailer.

Seeing that Allison was ready, Misty beamed and indicated that she should climb into the family pickup while Chalice's owner and her mother climbed into the cab of the truck pulling the horse trailer. Allison climbed in and the convoy set off to the merging center. Misty put on the local country radio station, a favourite of Alison's since she was little, and drove in a companionable silence. Allison could tell her father wanted to say something to her, to tell her how much she loved her and how proud she was, but that Misty was keeping quiet for her sake. She knew that Allison needed contemplative silence more than she needed a pep talk right now. Allison loved her dad so much.

All told, the drive only took about forty-five minutes, although to Allison it felt like a lifetime. She couldn't wait to get the procedure underway. She nearly rocketed out of the truck when it pulled to a stop in the patient's parking area, forcing a smiling Misty to trot along after her to keep pace. Then came an obstacle course of check-in paperwork, a quick physical examination, and a second, more thorough shower as the medical staff tried to limit any outside contaminants from the process. Allison squirmed and fidgeted through the entire thing. Until finally she sat in the ready room, a small cubicle with a chair, completely naked with her knees drawn up to her chest, waiting to be asked to enter the merging chamber.

Allison was so anxious she could puke.

Allison was so happy she could vomit or cry or laugh uncontrollably.

Allison was so aroused she wondered if the next person to enter the room would smell it.

Allison wondered if to an outside observer, it looked like she was vibrating.

Finally, after an eternity, the door to the merging chamber swung open. Allison unfolded herself, peeling herself from the chair and, on shaking legs, walked into the chamber.

The merging chamber was a featureless white, square room. The walls and ceiling and floor all seemed to glow softly. Allison had difficulty discerning exactly how large the room was since the entire space seemed to lack definite scale. All she knew is that she was in it, naked and giddy and shaking a little and so was beautiful Chalice, looking a little skittish and uncertain. Allison walked to the horse, her new body, soul, and mind mate and touched her on her side, running her hand along the powerful horse's flank. Chalice whickered softly and seemed to calm a little. Allison stroked Chalice and couldn't wait to be her.

And then the merging process started.

The gentle glow of the rooms surface intensified and became bright and the walls began to close in. The light grew brighter and brighter, the walls closer and closer, until Allison and chalice were pressed against each other in a too small room. And still the room shrank, the light growing blinding. Allison's heart hammered in her chest as she strained against the side of Chalice. She groaned at the building pressure until something shifted and Allison felt herself pushing into, mingling with Chalice. She felt her heart beat and Chalice's heart beat and the enormous power and strength of the mare as she disintegrated into the and the horse disintegrated into her. Allison felt herself fading away.

And then she felt it, a single heart beat, their heart beat, no HER heartbeat.

And then Allison ceased to exist.

***

...To be continued!