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 Author: wandrer
Title: Horseplay
Universe: The Company
Keywords: humil, mc, nc, tf, best, be, inc, mf, ff, preg
Summary: A girl is transformed after mocking a co-worker with ties to
the Company.
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explicit material that some may find offensive.  It is meant for persons
over the age of 18 and is not suitable for children.  All characters
contained within are purely fictional, any similarity of any character,
event or place to any actual person, event or place, is purely
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   "Horseplay"
Subject: Diane Holsen

   Case Requisitioned By: <Classified> Comments: A somewhat complicated,
but potentially lucrative case.  Subject to be put through intensive
physical modification and hormonal adjustment under very specific
guidelines.



   Diane pulled the disk from her computer and tapped it on her desk
thoughtfully for a moment.  Contained on that one floppy was all of the
information she had been looking for on Vince Carson, the VP of her
company. She new he had been involved in some shady dealings, but she had
had no idea how far they went.

   She stared at the disk for a moment and thought about Vince's
reputation. Her information indicated he was probably extremely wealthy,
but she had seen little other than his generally unpleasant demeanor to
indicate that the rumors of people who went after him tended to disappear
were anything other than rumors.  Besides, all she had to do was get this
to the board of directors and his time would be up.  And then she could see
about moving into his job and becoming the first female vice-president of
the company, and the youngest as well.

   Standing up, she slipped the disk into the inside pocket of her coat,
and brushed her suit down.  She stopped to inspect herself in the mirror
before heading off to her meeting.  The image looking back at her was
certainly pleasing - Diane was a small, slim woman with an extremely cute
face.  Her body curved nicely, and in spite of her tiny frame , she had
fairly large, round breasts.  Her black hair and blue eyes fit in nicely
with her white skin and red lips - her large eyes made her look somewhat
young and innocent.  Diane had certainly learned to use her looks to her
advantage over the years - men tended to lose what little self control they
had around her.

   As she left her office, she bumped into one of the other executives, a
young guy named Tim who she had flirted with occasionally.

   "Hey, Di - off to your meeting?"

   "Yup.  How about you?"

   "Just got back from talking to old horseface.  He's in a weird mood
today."

   Diane cringed inwardly at the epithet - she had somewhat inadvertently
started that nickname for Vince at one of the office Christmas parties
after way too much champagne.  Somehow it had stuck amongst the younger
execs, and she was afraid that it would come back to haunt her.  Just one
more reason to get him out of here, as far as she was concerned.

   Saying her goodbyes to Tim, she continued on to the conference room,
somewhat lost in thought.  She opened the door and stepped in without
really paying attention.

   As she looked up, expecting to see her junior team members arrayed
around the table, she was surprised to see Vince standing at the end of the
table, leaning against a chair and smiling wolfishly.

   "What are you..."

   Diane got no more than that out before she felt a sting in her shoulder.
As she turned in surprise to see what had stabbed her, her world frayed
around the edges into blackness...

   Diane awoke slowly into a haze.  She felt as thought she was floating,
and she couldn't get her eyest to open.  She felt...strange.  Wrong
somehow, but she couldn't place what it was.  Somewhere distantly she felt
a sting of pain, and remembered another sting from a short time ago.

   After a few moments, the haze lifted from her mind, and she started to
awaken fully.  She realized she must be standing, but she still felt partly
asleep because her legs felt funny.  She tried to open her eyes, and
blinked them at what seemed like a very bright light.

   Slowly however, she raised her head and her eyes began to adjust to the
light.  As her vision cleared, she stared at the image in front of her
uncomprehending.  She looked at it for a couple of more moments as she
tried to get her mind around what she was seeing.  Then she screamed.

   She was staring at herself in a mirror, for some reason she was nude,
her large perky breasts hanging free, her dark pink nipples hard in the
slightly chilly room.  Her slim body looked fine, and unharmed in spite of
her strange memories from just before she woke up.

   Her body looked fine except for the fact that from the waist down, her
body was that of a moderately sized brown horse.

   Her scream only served to frighten her more - her voice was high and
airy, horsey sounding.  Tears welled up in her eyes as she stared at her
image on the mirrored wall in horror.

   After a few moments, she tried to move, to prove to herself that it
wasn't real, but sure enough, she could feel it now - her four legs moving
clumsily in unison as she pranced sideways.

   With a groan, she tried to yell for help, and began crying as what came
out was something of a cross between a whimper and a horse's whinny -
certainly nothing in any human language.

   With a nicker, Diane began to spin in panic, trying to figure out where
she was.  The room she was in seemed to be entirely made up of reflective
services - no matter where she looked, she could see the monster she had
been made into.

   Hicoughing now as she started to sob in terror, she could feel her
strange body beneath her.  From the waist up, she felt normal although her
body tingled somewhat.  From the waist down, though, she could feel the
pull of new muscles, the incredibly strange feeling of four powerfully
muscled legs beneath her, her hooves clopping on the hard floor as she
tried to hold her balance.  With a gasping sob she looked behind her to see
her black tail swishing in the air.

   Oh god, she thought in terror, what's happened to me?  This has to be a
dream, it's not possible, it can't be happening...

   Hesitantly she reached down and stroked the furred body where her thighs
used to part and felt the odd sensation of her horse's underbelly being
stroked.  She reached back and felt her curved, hair-covered back, the
sensations unlike any she had ever felt.  She let out a sob, which came out
as a whinny.

   Suddenly the light in the room started to change and she looked up
through tear-clouded sight to see the mirrored walls starting to clear,
revealing a large room beyond.  The room was filled as far as she could see
with large glass boxes surrounded by rope...

   Like a museum display.

   She began to nicker and whimper in fear as she backed away from the
wall, clumsily, looking right and left.  The case in front of her was
empty, as was the case on her right.  The case on her left, though...

   She stared, wide-eyed at the case on her left, not believing what she
was seeing.  There was a large, silk-sheeted bed in the middle of the case,
and in the middle of the bed there was, amongst other things, a woman.

   A woman named Sarah Jarvis.

   Sarah Jarvis had been her friend and mentor in her early days at the
company - an attractive woman in her late thirties who had always struck
Diane as sort of a prude.  Sarah had befriended Diane from the moment she
started there, and had helped her learn the ropes, who to trust, who to
schmooze, that sort of thing.  Sarah told Diane her suspicions about
Vince's illegal dealings, but never really acted on them while she was
there.

   One night, when Sarah's husband was away on a business trip, Sarah
revealed to Diane why she had approached her the way she had.  In a moment
of too much wine, Sarah leaned in and kissed the then very young Diane on
the lips, one had reaching up to caress her breast.  Diane had stood in
shock for a few moments, then pulled away.

   Sarah looked disappointed and apologized while Diane stared at her in
shock.  Sarah explained that she had married her husband out of convenience
- it made it easier for her to rise in the company if she looked like she
had a normal marriage - and to get a child, her daughter, Rose.  But Sarah
was, in fact, a lesbian, and had never been attracted to men.  She had only
had sex with her husband twice in the seventeen years they had been
married, and stopped as soon as she was sure she was pregnant.

   And she was in love with Diane.

   Diane was speechless for several minutes, but finally told Sarah that
although she was sorry, she really wasn't attracted to women.  Sarah nodded
and said that she had feared as much, but had to try anyway.  Diane,
panicked, excused herself and left.

   That had been the last time she saw Sarah, since the older woman had
resigned the following week, citing a desire to pursue some personal
projects.  Diane had always felt guilty, as though she was responsible, and
had tried on a couple of occasions to get in touch with Sarah, always
without success.



   Now she knew why.

   The woman in the case next to her used to be Sarah, but Diane couldn't
believe what she was seeing.  The older woman had always been handsome, in
a somewhat skinny, severe way, with sharp features and close cropped hair.
Now, though, she had platinum blonde hair that fell down her smooth, naked
shoulders almost to the middle of her back.  Her skin was creamy white, and
she had obviously been forced to gain some weight, as her hips curved much
more than they used to, although her skin was taught over most of her body.
Her breasts...lord, before they had been nearly nonexistent, but now they
were huge, and looked natural, swaying in front of her, topped with large,
light pink nipples.

   She looked like every high school boy's wet dream.  Even her face looked
younger, but it was hard for Diane to tell, with her mouth wrapped around
the large cock she was sucking on.

   Diane's former mentor, a woman who had only had sex twice in her life
when Diane knew her, was frantically deep-throating the large cock of a
middle-aged man with an expression of bliss on her face as it plunged into
and out of her mouth.  Her naked, sculpted body was crouched over the face
of another woman lying spread-eagled on the bed beneath her, her hips
rubbing her pussy on the other woman's mouth.  The man's hand was rubbing
the other woman's obviously glistening pussy as he fucked Sarah's mouth.

   Suddenly the man's face screwed up in pleasure and he obviously began
cumming in Sarah's mouth.  Sarah looked as though she might be cumming as
well as she swallowed much of the cum, although some of it began trickling
out of the side of her mouth.  When the man finally relaxed, Sarah pulled
her mouth off of his cock and smiled up at him wide eyed, hips still
thrusting against the face of the woman beneath her.

   Then she lifted her leg off of the face of the woman on the bed, and
Diane realized in horror that it wasn't a woman at all.  It was a girl.

   The girl lying on the bed, face glistening with Sarah's pussy juice and
eyes red from crying, was Sarah's sixteen year old daughter, Rose.  Diane
suddenly realized that Rose was tied to the bed, which was why she lay
there spread eagled.  Her small body was naked and unmodified - small white
breasts topped in pink nipples, a light patch of blonde fur between her
young, spread thighs.

   Sarah turned on the bed so she was straddling her daughter's stomach and
leaned into her face.  Rose looked horrified but obviously knew what was
coming as her mother leaned over her, smiling, and drooled a stream of cum
from her full mouth onto her daughter's face.  Diane could tell Rose was
pleading with her mother as Sarah leaned down and kissed her daughter's
glistening lips, spitting a mouthful of cum into her daughter's mouth and
staying there until Rose swallowed it.  She then proceeded to lick her own
juices off of her daughter's face.

   The man, meanwhile, had pulled his pants back up and watched the scene
for a few moments, then turned and left as one of the walls slid open
slightly.  Sarah continued licking her daughter for a moment, then sat up
from her sobbing daughter's face and looked over at Diane.

   For an instant, the vapid lust-filled expression gave way to a look of
incredible anguish as Sarah met Diane's eyes.  But in less than a second it
was gone again.  With a smile, Sarah said something and spun her pussy over
her daughter's face again and lowered herself onto her mouth with a
blissful smile.  She leaned forward to place her mouth over her daughter's
own wet pussy, burying her face in her daughter's crotch.

   Diane noticed as Sarah lay her body over her daughter's that Rose's
belly curved upward slightly underneath her mother.  Rose was obviously
pregnant.

   Diane was gasping in shock at the scene of her friend and friend's
daughter in front of her, when she caught a flicker of motion from the
corner of her eye.  She turned her horse's body and went cold at what was
there.  There were two men standing looking at her naked, monstrously
changed body.  One wore a white lab coat, and the other wore a suit, and
she recognized him instantly.

   Vince.

   Vince stared at the incredible creature in the case in front of him,
smiling as she tried to cover her gorgeous bare breasts and tried to yell
something at him, then started crying as all that came out was a loud
horse's neigh.  She was magnificent, the small, gorgeous woman's body on
top of the horse's lower half.

   "Jeez, Tony," Vince said to the smaller man beside him, "she's
incredible.  Your best work so far.  Well worth how much I paid for her."

   "Thank you, Vince," the smaller man said, adjusting his glasses.  His
voice was precise and without inflection.  "Actually, the modification
itself was more expensive than we thought..."

   "Do you need more?  Just seeing her like this is worth double..."

   "No, thank you, our fee remains the same regardless of the difficulty of
the request.  Actually, we expect she will pay for herself - we took the
modifications further than I believe you intended.  For something as unique
as this, just the display itself will make a lot of money, but once we
start breeding her, well..."

   Vince stared at the man, open-mouthed.  Then he laughed.

   "That's brilliant, Tony.  I never would have thought that was possible.
Oh god, setting her out for breeding purposes - that's better than I could
have imagined."

   Still smiling, he turned to look at his former employee turned human
oddity as she stared back at him, trying to beg without being able to
speak, tears running down her face.

   Vince turned to Tony and took the small control that he knew would allow
her to hear him inside her display case.

   "Hey, sweetheart.  Don't worry, you're going to have a lot of fun in
there, and as you've seen, you're among friends.  Maybe I'll arrange for
some joint shows later on.

   "Thanks for the disk.  It'll tell me all of the stuff that I missed. 
Oh, and thanks for the idea for this.  I mean, if I'm going to be called
horseface, I figured you ought to get the body to match."

   Vince handed the unit back to Tony and crossed his arms, smiling, as the
show started.



   Diane was whineying and nickering, trying desperately to scream at the
man standing there grinning at her, when she heard a hissing noise behind
her.  Her eyes went wide and she began backing away as best she could from
what was coming through the now open wall, shaking her head and mouthing
"no" over and over.

   Another man in white coveralls was releasing the reins of a large, black
stallion, letting him walk into the display case, and then closing the door
behind himself as he left.  Diane stared at the large horse, who was,
admittedly, beautiful, standing on the far side of the large glass room.

   She felt a bump, and realized she had backed up against the glass wall,
her horses rear pressing against it, the cold glass pressing against her
rear.  She realized with a start that she could feel glass on flesh in her
rear, sending tingles through her - her...her...pussy?

   Suddenly the smell of the horse hit her, and she found herself staring
at the stallion.  His beautiful black mane, his gorgeous brown eyes.  Her
breathing begain to deepen until she was gasping and snorting and tingles
ran through her entire body.  Somewhere, dimly, she screamed inside,
realizing what must be happening, but her body was taking over.

   She felt herself moving against the glass behind her, sliding wetly over
the surface.  She could smell the intense, musky scent of her horse-pussy
juices filling the room and watched as her stallion snorted and began to
move towards her.

   Whineying with anticipation, Diane began to stroke her breasts, rubbing
her nipples as she turned, presenting her pussy to her lover.  She looked
through the glass in a haze of lust as she lifted one nipple to her lips
and began sucking on it as Vince watched her, grinning.  She moaned, trying
to get herself to stop displaying like this to him, but could do nothing,
flickers of pleasure emanating out of her rock-hard nipples.

   She massaged her breasts and let out a sigh with a smile as she felt the
cold nose of her stallion press against her hot, wet pussy.  She let out a
squealing neigh, and then was shocked briefly out of her lust-filled
reverie as she heard herself say in a slurred voice,

   "Ohhhhh gohhhhrrd..."

   Startled, and realizing she could talk for the first time, she tried to
shake off the waves of lust.

   "Pllllease...<whinney>...hellllp...mmeee....oooohhhhhh..."

   She lost control as she felt the large horse tongue stroke up her
sopping mare pussy.  She reached up and placed her small hands on the glass
and pressed her face up to it with a smile, bracing herself for what was
coming.  Through half-open eyes, she looked out at Vince taking in her
body, breasts pressed to the glass in front of him.

   Suddenly, she felt the stallion leap up onto her back, and smiled at
Vince through the glass.  The stallion was heavy, but her horse body was
well suited to hold his weight.  She scratched at the window with her nails
and moaned as the horse thrust its huge cock at her rear.  Looking down in
her happy lust-euphoria, she saw a large wet spot on the glass where her
pussy had pressed earlier, her juices dripping and pooling on the ground.

   Suddenly she let out a yell as the stallion's cock, guided by the
handler, slammed home, filling her new pussy to the brim.  Her eyes went
wide as she pressed against the window and screeched in pleasure.  She
could feel the massive organ sliding deep within her hindquarters, filling
her massively sensitive pussy.

   "OOOHHHH NNNNOOOOOO!!!  I DOONNN'T W-W-WAANNT...OHHHH IT FEEELSS SSOOOO
GGG-GGG-<NEIGH!!!!>GOOD!!!  PLEASE...DON'T LET IT STOP!!!  UUHHHNNNN UNH
UHNG...OH YESS OH YESS!!!  OH...MY....GGGAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!"

   She began screaming and clawing at the glass as she came explosively
from the horse-cock filling her.  She heard the stallion snort and felt the
warm rush of fluid inside her horse-belly, telling her that her lover had
shot his seed into her.  Images rushed through her brain of all the horses
she would be bred to, all the stallions who would pump her full of cum, her
pussy spasmed around her current stud, and she came again, then again.

   The orgasms seemed to take forever, but finally she began to come down,
gasping, eyes still wide.  As she did, she realized what she had just done,
what...oh god what she had said...

   "You...hrrr...plrrrse...<whinney>..."

   With a sob, her speech quickly went away again, and she was left pressed
against the glass staring at Vince while he smiled at her naked, half-human
body.

   After a minute the stallion backed off of her, and she felt his enormous
cock slide out of her, sending shivering jolts of pleasure through her
body. She began sobbing against the glass as she realized the sound she was
hearing was the horse-cum rushing out of her new body and splashing on the
ground between her hind legs.

   She looked out of the glass at Vince who smiled at her and waved
goodbye.

   Final Analysis: Subject "Diane", now known as "The Mare" for display
purposes, has been highly successful, doing several lucrative shows a week,
including many crossover shows with other subjects.  The subject became
pregnant with her first foal almost immediately and gave birth due to her
accelerated gestation process a mere six weeks later - a healthy
half-human, half black-stallion.  She has since birthed two more foals,
both attractive females, and all three grow quickly and appear to be
healthy, although they all appear to have intellects closer to the horse
than human.

   The boy-stallion has grown particularly well and we suspect that he will
be very popular with some of our female clients.  It is our intention to
begin shows with his mother in a few days, in the hopes of breeding the
pair and possibly producing more intelligent offspring.