Story: On the Scene with Shoplifters

Premise: The time has finally arrived for Wendel to fully pay off his debt to Yuki. So, naturally, a competitive witch has to show up and screw over everyone involved. In some cases, literally.

Contains: Anthro characters into cartoon friendship pony anthros, female to male TG, mild-hyper, size difference, muscles, and lots of wild sex.

Commission for Blueberrysnow.

Sequel to https://www.patreon.com/posts/on-scene-with-23027329

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The musical ‘ding dong’ sounded off throughout the shop. There wasn’t an actual door, being a mall establishment after all, but they needed that invisible barrier to signal employees of potential customers coming and going. In the fennec woman's case, hearing that annoying noise yet again caused her enormous triangle ears to plummet against the sides of her head. Black nostrils flared at the end of her pointed snout with several deep breaths before finally working down the knee-jerk reaction and turning away from the display of crystal Pokémon statues she’d been arranging with a forced smile. Some pathetic loser always had to come in ten minutes before closing.

“Welcome to Mystical Beast and Magics!” Wendel proclaimed with a full toothed smile. Her high-pitched voice and chipper tone starkly contrasted still folded ears and droopy tail. An obviously practiced mask for the woeful work that is customer service. “What’s your guilty pleasure for today?”

“Yeah. Hi.” If the young ferret boy that just walked in noticed the annoyance of his disruption, they were too anxious to care. His neck nearly rotated into a corkscrew scanning the store as if expecting an ambush. Once convinced the two were alone he continued in a hushed whisper, “I’m really hoping to get a few things that can…impress this girl…”

“Cock enhancers and modifications are on the third shelf. The blue colored ones.” Wendel jerked her thumb in the general direction deeper into the shop. The complete lack of applying any subtlety in her voice, or hiding an uncaring attitude, made the customer jump like she’d struck him. As he walked past without even a nod of thanks, she added, “Breast and ass enhancers are on the pink shelf across from it in case she’s into that. They’re not gender specific either, in case you wanna fill out that shirt.”

The ferret looked back with a face redder than a tomato. It was almost worth the teasing when it made him almost crash over a table display of hair dyes. He still didn’t find the confidence to give a retort and hurriedly browsed through the color-coded blue shelves. There was a lot more than just sexual characteristics there. The boss liked to keep body modification potions separated by masculine and feminine themes.

Wendel got just enough time to finish her statue sorting task before having to hop off the step ladder and drag it over so she could use the register. Ringing up the poor ferret was a quiet routine she was at least thankful for. She was more interested in going home than judging on his selection of potions from both shelves while he was busy fidgeting like this was some kind of crime. Being forced to work here for three months quickly took that apprehension out of the short fox. The very notion that something impossible like magic existed lost its splendor when the majority of sales looked like she was working for a sex shop.

“Have a nice night,” she said with wasted breath. The ferret was practically out of sight by the time she finished the sentence. “Ugh. Whatever.”

Two minutes left until closing. Wendel figured since she was there now was as good a time as any to count out the register. She had just barely started flipping through bills when a click from the back entrance door caught her ear. About time the boss decided to show up.

“Who said you could close early?” Yuki asked, though her tone was playful. The Nemian stepping around the counter to do the usual inventory check might have almost been mistaken for a fennec too. She had the same four-foot stature as Wendel, with smaller breasts and much wider hips compared to the disgruntled employee. However, the curled horns, multiple fluffy tails, and literal stars for eye pupils hinted there was a lot more to this blue furry vulpine creature. “You must be really happy tonight is finally over?”

“Oh, heck yeah,” Wendel scoffed, rolling her eyes as she finished the count. Cash and coins went into the usual plastic envelope before being deposited into the safe spot under the counter. “I do so love Fridays. Now I get to enjoy two whole days of not selling people the world's strangest lube.”

Yuki’s button black nose twitched. “You have a problem with my lubes?”

“I question why people would want a lube that also turns them into an animated pool toy. Yes.”

“You just don’t know how to live.” The fluffy Nemian giggled, ignoring Wendel’s adorable scowl from over the counter as she continued to survey the shop. Not a bad day considering how out of touch malls were getting with the general public. She was going to have to start working out a plan for delivery services at some point this year. “Now that you’re going to be free from this job, I hope you at least got something fun to work off that aggression.”

“Some of us enjoy tea and a good book. Sorry to be so vanilla. I just like having a wardrobe that fits most of the time.” Wendel jumped off the stepladder and was about to fold it up for the night when a thought crossed her mind. “Wait, what are you talking about?”

A look of genuine surprise crossed Yuki’s starry eyes. “Did you seriously forget? This was the last day of our contract. You’re done. The damages to my property are all paid off. I have to say goodbye to the semi-best employee I’ve ever had.”

The news took a second to sink in. When it did Wendel collected her jaw off the floor to give a cheerful yip while pumping her fist. Finally, she could be turned back into her normal male bunny self. No more cursed short stack flirts from jackasses, or being teased as a child in grocery stores. “Thank the fucking gods!”

“Yeah. Yeah.” Yuki’s hands rested on her ample hips with a knowing smirk. “Making me sound like some slave driver when I paid you handsomely and even let you keep a few samples.”

“Hmph!” Wendel’s attempt to keep eye contact failed thanks to the burning sensation across his vulpine muzzle. True working customer service had the benefit of getting a few choice magical goods at a discount. She just didn’t know if it was better or worse admitting some of them were for revenge plots against a certain squirrely neighbor. “So that means you’re going to change me back now?”

“In a little bit, hun. Don’t worry.” Upon getting another angry fennec glare, Yuki raised both paws defensively. “I’ve had the counter curse reagent simmering all day. Not all potions are as simple as ‘mix green goo with yellow meat chunk.’ There’s an art form to this.”

“And you call this a professional business?”

“Oh. Just finish closing up while I get it ready for you. Maybe we can have a celebratory goodbye dinner on me?”

Wendel snorted, watching Yuki return to the back room trying to ignore the rumble in her stomach. For some reason knowing she’d never have to come back to this mall, let alone the Nemian’s store, felt mildly disappointing. It might have been probation labor, but it wasn’t the worst of environments. Yuki’s pleasant company and generous above average wages were nothing to sneeze at. Although, having to stay a pint-sized vixen with cantaloupe breasts for the entire duration was seriously overkill.

She was about to work the chain that lowered the shop's security grate for the last time when a presence appeared seemingly out of nowhere in the mall beyond. An elegant gray hand latched onto the fennec’s nose. Bright green energy flashed before her eyes and pushed with enough unnatural force that she went sailing over ten feet, slamming into the counter with a pained yip.

“Sorry, squirt! You’re going to be making some overtime tonight.”

A squeaky laugh echoed through the store with the hard clanking of heeled shoes. That was about all Wendel could comprehend waiting for his back to stop hurting or the green to leave his vision. When she could make sense of the world again, she could see from the forced sitting position that a slim mouse woman had strutted into the store like she owned the place. Her figure was certainly feminine, just not overly impressive, wrapped in a purple leotard and cape. High heeled boots and fingerless gloves donned her appropriate paws while they plucked random items off the shelves and returned them in disgust.

“Hey, lady! I know we’re closed but you don’t need to be that aggressive!” Wendel groaned trying to get back onto two shaking legs. Being blindsided by a magical blast somehow made her tits three times heavier, or maybe that was the electric vibrations shorting out her muscles.

“Pssh!” The mouse shot Wendel a glance that made it clear she was barely worth the attention and went back to rummaging Yuki’s magical curios. “Shut your hole, insect. To think I spent the last two weeks concerned about how much power you had, and this junk is what you waste using magic on? I wouldn’t use this lube even if I was at the pool and they sold out of floaters.”

“That is oddly specific.” Wendel glanced to the back door only to quickly lose hope of making a run for help. She could barely manage a step in that direction without bracing against the counter to stay upright. “Also, I’m not the owner. I don’t even use magic.”

“And don’t bother trying anything funny,” the intruding mouse continued. They either weren’t listening to Wendel while flipping through magazines for magical creature care, or didn’t care they were speaking at all. “That disabling spell makes it a miracle you can even stand. The second you start casting any spell your whole body will shut down for an hour.”

“I’m not a witch. You moron!”

“The name’s Errol, and you better say it with respect!” Protests once again went ignored, especially as the mouse strolled her way between the white shelves. The ‘fanfic’ section, as Yuki liked to refer to it. “Oh, this looks semi-decent.”

“If you say so?”

There was little else Wendel could add with most of her focus on making sure her legs didn’t bend like noodles. Her condescending intruder had plucked a wooden collection case for further inspections. This one displayed various colored gemstone cut in the shape of seemingly random symbols. A very colorful one meant to look like three different butterflies especially entranced Errol as she palmed it between slim fingers. They were all markings belonging to characters from some kids cartoon the fennec couldn’t be arsed to learn about. All she knew was they were very expensive, like most things on the white shelves, and Yuki had a very strict ‘you break it, you buy it’ policy.

“Miss dumb vermin? Would you mind not handling the sensitive merchandise, or we both might get in serious-OW!”

“How dare you!” Errol fumed, her now empty hand remained outstretched shaking in a rage. Of course, their instinctive response to a mild insult would be to throw whatever they were holding. Wendel would have almost complimented her aim, if it didn’t hit her nose hard enough to clog both nostrils in a gush of fresh blood. “I am the great witch of two parallel worlds. Ingrates twice your size have been reduced to crying shambles under the might of my powers…”

There was more to the maniacal ramblings, but Wendel was too busy writhing on the floor struggling to breathe through her mouth. Tightly squeezed elbows kept the gem trapped between her breasts emitting a soft pink shine that gradually enveloped her form. It went unnoticed by either woman with one suffering too much pain overload and the other caught up in their own narcissism.

At least until Wendel took a deep breath and suddenly realized her nose was clear again. Eyes shot open with a gasp revealing bright blue irises instead of her usual emeralds. In fact, whatever weakness spell the mouse had placed seemed to have vanished. She sat up with almost no effort gingerly touching the end of her muzzle with one hand. Not even drops of old blood stained the fur around a formerly broken nose.

It took Errol halfway through her monologue about the pudding famine of seventy-six before noticing some odd things about her shopkeeper. Like how the fennec’s chocolate brown hair poured from medium length to down past their shoulders, pooling on the floor around her hips within seconds of growth.

Wendel seemed totally oblivious to this, pondering why the psycho mouse was gawking at them with words choking to escape. She couldn’t see her roots bubbling a bright shade of pink before racing through her fresh ample locks in a second wave, completely changing their pigment.

“You doing okay there, Ms. Errol?”

“H-how are you able to overcome my restraining curse so easily?” Errol snapped. Panic flashed across her face, destroying the natural mouse cuteness for a second. That was quickly pushed down with a laugh trying too hard to sound maniacal. “Well, it doesn’t matter if your first idea to combat me is a makeover spell. I thought I was dealing with a great sage or something.”

“Makeover what?” Wendel shifted to stand, only to stop when a large clump of her bright pink bangs fell in a curtain across her face. Attempts to yank a handful away elicited yelps of pain, followed by growing panic the silky hairs were attached to her head. Heat flushed over her face, probably more to do with the bright golden tone her fur was gaining in that area. “Oooh! Oh n-noooo!”

Her words dragged into a prolonged moan. Lips curled back with teeth clenched in a tense snarl. A few unnerving snaps flattened out their sharp edges into the grinders of an herbivore. Wendel’s black nose twitched before brightening the same blonde as her budding head fur and melting into the tip of her muzzle. The narrow vulpine snout gave off a loud crunch that made even Errol flinch as everything stretched wider. Mass seemingly drained from the signature ears until they became only minor little flags waving about the top of her head.

“W-what did you do to m-me?!” Every word Wendel spoke changed to match the new luxurious anthro pony head atop his shoulders. Somehow her pitch grew even higher, more feminine, while the energy drained out of it. Despite trying to yell in rage she could only manage to come off as fearfully whispering. “Y-Yuki’s going to string us both by our…tails?”

The gold was overtaking all of Wendel’s body quicker than a coat of paint. No sooner did it wash over her hips than a camp seized up in her tail. She twisted into a rather undignified position that might impress a yoga instructor so she could watch with Errol as her magnificent flag flailed about. Its flesh shortened, but the thick fur made up for it by changing to the same bright pink as her hair before lengthening into strong denser fibers, becoming the bristled brush of a horse.

Wendel climbed onto shaking paws just in time to brace against the counter when their meatball toes popped and unwittingly cramped against each other. Individual digits vanished under a hard casing of polished gold keratin, sealing them into the hooves.

“Okay. That is pretty impressive.” Errol smirked as she watched the fresh changed pony rapidly stretch upwards in height. She plucked out another of the crystals in renewed admiration for their magical potential. This one shined as a bright green apple. “With your sunny disposition I woulda pegged you for an ass.”

“S-shut up!” Wendel gasped, unable to hide breathy moans that almost sounded sensual. Her increase in size hadn’t slacked on her already exaggerated curves, causing quite a strain on her short-sized clothes. Breasts bulged out the neck of her collar before ripping out the front of her shirt entirely. It was just as well since she stood slightly above seven feet by the time everything stopped.

On the other paw…hoof, she wished her shorts weren’t as stubborn. Most of her bubbly thick flank had flopped out the waistband of her shorts, which remained squishing tightly around meatier long thighs. A meek squeak escaped Wendel’s lips as she tried to pull them up, which only caused her glutes to bounce a lot. Although she did notice her hips now sported a marking of butterflies exactly like the gemstone she got struck with.

“EEK!” she squealed louder when a strong pressure overtook her back. The remaining back of her shirt tented in a courageous fight for three seconds before exploding in a shower of scraps, letting two large feathery wings unfurl behind the curvaceous golden pony girl. A few stray feathers molted off with their flapping until Wendel’s brain managed to wrestle control.

“Okay. You have some skill.” Errol grimaced like saying the compliment had hurt. Delict fingers clenched around the apple gem, her other hand pointing to the confused and stacked Pegasus in a dramatic fashion. “But you’ll need more than junk in your trunk to stop me. Why, with these stones I can… uh…?”

The adorable equine snout Wendel had gained scrunched in a manner that somehow remained cute, yet able to convey the anger quivering through his wings. With a few long strides of heavy hoof steps, she closed the gap to Errol. Even in silence her wispy voice barely carried enough to reach the mouse's rounded ears.

“Oh, shut up!”

Wendel wasn’t much of the physical type, being transformed into a tiny fox or busty pony thing aside, but it still caught the mouse off guard with a solid punch into their left breast. Errol wasn’t exactly one with a stocky appearance either and got sent tripping back over her heels from the attack. Such a sight almost left Wendel satisfied enough to be proud of it.

Until Errol collapsed on the fanfic shelf…

Which then toppled over the body mod self…

Which caused the species changer shelf to melt and bubble-like lava…

Which created a great hole straight down into the mall's parking garage…

“You damn slutty horse!” Errol shot upright from her prone position on the floor. The bright green glow of the crystal in her hand went unnoticed through the pain of blunt force trauma. All focus narrowed on the meek Pegasus suddenly regretting their life choices, free hand raised at them with a ball of swirling blue energy forming at the fingertips. “I’ll make you wish you’d done more than grown taller trying to face off against me!”

The spell in her hand gained momentum with a static crackle running through the store. It reached a crescendo that brought a wicked smile to Errol’s face, only to be cut by a grinding sound akin to stuck joints on a car engine. Her energy pulse twice and then popped with an oddly wet slapping sound that was, frankly, anticlimactic.

“What the?” Errol’s face dropped in confusion before ears shot up with a cry of alarm. The hand still outstretched towards Wendel had developed a stain of red on its fingertips. Whether this was from the spell didn’t matter as the discoloration seeped through the digits and quickly swam over gray fur to cover the entire extremity. She looked at her other hand to find its fur also succumbing to the same changes. The crystal slipped from its grasp now only a black rock with its magic discharged. “Well...shit!”

She tried again to conjure magic, any kind of counter spell, with more pitiful results. Within seconds the red had converted her entire arms and moved to blanket the rest of her body, blocking her connection to the ether in the process. Her hair soon joined in, brightening to a dirtier blond while growing down to her hips in a shaggy unkempt style.

“Shit! Shit! Shit!”

Despite knowing it was coming, the other changes rapidly imposing themselves were no less annoying. Errol cursed over and over almost like she was attempting another futile spell. And each time the word came out in a deeper tone matching the bump of an Adam’s apple developing in her neck. Before long, her voice carried a strong masculine thunder completely mismatching her elegant figure.

A problem that quickly rectified itself with lots of straining muscles and snapping of lengthening bones. With one hard surge her chest ballooned out with thickly padded pectorals, devouring her proud breasts in the process. Their power flowed in excess across the rest of her body, broadening shoulders before bloating out her arms with the strength of a lumberjack.

Errol gave out her last pained squeak as her head cramped and exploded into a thicker horse's muzzle and ears. Nostrils flared while teeth ground flat, becoming much wider and edged, the opposite of Wendel’s delicate feminine features. She could only writhe on the floor uttering bestial neighs with her once short and supple body filling out. The gorgeous curve of her butt flattened with a one-two crunch of collapsing hips before her rodent tail dwindled with the onset of sandy blond horse hairs.

“Son of a bitch!” she spat in Wendel’s direction, unable to help a sudden southern drawl to her speech. Her leotard was soon reduced to nothing on her edged manly bulk. A full eight rack of abs shined through fine red hair, decorated on either side with rigid muscles on a very flat waist. Just to add one final insult her high heels wriggled for several seconds while slowly distorting into large lumps. When the seams finally ruptured all that emerged were two fresh equine hooves. “You have any idea how much it costs to have my paws manicured!”

“Do you have any idea how little I care?” Wendel’s quiet voice was barely audible, which she was kind of glad for watching Errol clop onto her new bulky legs. The obviously stallion physique towered over the Pegasus, possibly making them surpass nine feet tall.

“I don’t know how you managed to suppress my magic like this, but rest assured you’ll pay dearly for… o-oh ffffffuck!”

Errol’s knees reflexively pressed together, though that wasn’t helpful with the bulking beef in her thighs. The exposed labia of her pussy inexplicably gushed fluids all over her red fur before blossoming open and dropping in the sudden unfurling of a sack. Her fresh balls dangled in the fine wet fur for a second and then surged double in size, only to double again, becoming impressive handfuls of hanging fruit by Wendel’s gawking standards. The nub of her clit soon joined in, erupting from its hood with several hard throbs. A hood that quickly wrapped around it in the change to a protective sheath as she quickly developed a very, very large phallus befitting the testosterone overtaking her veins.

“Fucking hell! I shoulda saw that coming,” Errol grumbling as he wiped sweat off his brow with the back of his enlarged hand. The other seemed poised to grab their newly sprouted cock but remained hesitant. A clear battle of focus was visible with the rapid flickering of the stallion's green eyes. “What am I supposed to do with no magic and this weirdly shaped blast cannon?! If you think you can beat me with a hormone overdose spell, you're going to be… Uh, you, okay?”

“So… big.”

It was pretty clear Wendel lost her focus a while ago, having watched Errol’s member take form with rapt enchantment. Already her petit nostrils were burning from the scent of its hypnotic male musk. A bit of drool glistened off her slacked jaw. The magical disaster still intermixing and destroying the shop around them emitted a fair bit of illumination. Any fear of reprisal from the celestial mouse creature working only a room away seemed all but a distant memory in the presence of that flaccid horse meat.

“H-hey!” Errol whinnied her shock when the curvy Pegasus lunged straight for his crotch. A few clumsy clops in retreat weren’t fast enough to keep Wendel from gripping its length in her petit palms. The thin refined fingers of a mare couldn’t hope to wrap around such girth even when not erect. A condition her mere touch was helping to fix. “S-stop! Hng! Haven’t you… oh goddess… Personal space here!”

Threats or protests did nothing to sway Wendel out of stroking the red stallions alluring member. Eventually the soft caress of her fingers ceased all resistance entirely. She especially loved teasing along its flat head licking her lips trying to imagine it fitting inside her.

Errol’s own gender bent libido was quickly getting the better of him too. The slow, steady rise of his stiffening penis siphoned off whatever threatening energy he could muster until only bestial grunts escaped his thick lips. So many new sensations wrecked his brain unlike anything they’d previously experimented with. He wasn’t used to all the pleasure converging around a single external point.

“What’s wrong? Has the great and powerful witch lost the nerve to use their tool?” Wendel giggled, seeing her catty banter spark anger back into Errol’s eyes. That expression quickly changed when the heft Pegasus turned and propped herself over the checkout counter. Hooves spread wide to give their bronco audience a full view of her butterfly decorated ass cheeks, and the dripping pussy between them. “Come on. You know you want to.”

The slutty invitation plainly given out was only half correct. With the shop slowly eroding away to dozens of magical items interacting at once and both of them trapped magic lacking, but insanely endowed, pony people, what remained of the mouse witch logic inside Errol was ready to just go home. Maybe pig out on two tubs of birthday cake ice cream over Twitch streams. Life always felt better watching losers get paid to be upset over trivial things.

Unfortunately, the hormonal urges that come with becoming a studly red horse vetoed any semblance of logic. Which is why Errol hesitated exactly two seconds before stomping his way over to place his meaty fingers upon Wendel’s hips. Squeezing hard around the butterflies until the fatty furred flesh bulged between his digits elicited the cutest squeal from the mare. If they wanted it so badly it wasn’t going to come with tender, loving care.

Another firm groping around her ass, followed by a hard slap only excited Wendel further. Nectar dripped from her cunny, starting to dampen the golden fur of her inner thighs. Her pink tail fluttered in shy ecstasy, sweeping over Errol’s chiseled stomach like a duster against a wall. Hips rocked of their own accord, drawn to the amazing dick tickling along her plump behind. Air escaped her lungs with a rush of delight, feeling its flat head pushing along the glistening folds of her labia.

At which point Errol backed away her advance before his member could be drawn in.

It took a second of awkward butt dancing for Wendel to realize no fulfilling satisfaction was forthcoming. Tiny equine nostrils snorted with a fluttering of her wings. “What the hells are you-?”

As soon as the bright Pegasus had tried to turn Errol was upon them. The hard muscled of his pecs crashed into her back, pinching wing joints as their sheer weight kept the filly pinned to the counter. A devilish virile laugh tickled at her ears with the blasts of his fiery breath.

Strong workman hands snaked under the delicate wings and arms to crush Wendel’s tits in their red furry fingers. Ears flattened against the side of her head as eyes rolled back into their skull. Her muzzle hung open gulping desperately to get any air back inside. It was pretty clear Errol had waited for her protests just for the sake of interrupting them.

“D-damn it,” she huffed in barely a whisper. The only thing more unexpected than this dominating behavior was how much it was making her pussy quiver. Getting her breasts milked like some misbehaving cow certainly raised her euphoria to new heights. Another attempt to ease her ass against Errol’s member proved more futile with the enormous red beast pinning her down. Especially with him grinding their dick lengthwise between her tenderized glutes. “W-will you p-p-please fuck me alread-ye-ye-yeeeeee!”

“See what happens when you ask nicely?” Errol teased while expertly sliding along Wendel’s back. His next roll forward became aligned to perfectly push his member firmly against her waiting lips. There was only a moment's resistance before the well lubed folds yielded to the girth of his shaft. He could practically see stars in the Mare’s dumbstruck expression while stretching their insides nice and tight.

Unfortunately, she squeezed it so hard that Errol’s balls began to tighten before even entering up to his hilt. Releasing his eager mare's breasts, one hand grabbed at her hip while the other yanked their fluffy pink tail, sparking Wendel to yelp with a violent convulsing of her vaginal muscles.

Now with a nice little ‘handle’ on all this fatty mare flank, Errol got to work rocking against Wendel for what little willpower either of them had left. Green apple marked hips crashed hard against golden butterfly decorated pillows to create a surprisingly loud rhythm of wet drum beats.

SCHLLK! SCHLLK! SCHLLK! SCHLLK!

The mare was so glad she chose to present herself over the counter that was bolted to the floor. Just three humps into Errol’s performance proved his strength might threaten to send them crashing through the walls. Still, he was finally stoking the fires burning deep inside her loins. Her slimmer hands gripped the edges for all she could as boobs were ground along the furniture's polished surface. One hoofed leg slowly lifted into the air trying to get his cock in deeper.

Errol was more than happy to oblige, bucking against her with the strength most anthro’s could only dream off. The Pegasus whore was like nothing for his upper body strength glistening with sweaty fur. It allowed him to better enjoy the pressure building up every time their hips clashed together. Energy converged into a single point deep inside his apple bottom until all his lower muscles began to tense.

The instinctive desire to pound faster into Wendel already rocketed the mare over her plateau. Her wings flared against Errol’s broad chest as she could barely find the energy to squeal in orgasm. The raised hoof kicked wildly in the air. Everything from ears to rightly clenched tail vibrated with the hard contractions of her pussy. Everything turned white before her eyes while her tunnel milked the sweet filling rod eager for nectar.

Something Errol was all too eager to provide in but a few seconds. Unlike his breeding partner, his lungs had more than enough power to bray so loud the whole mall might have heard it. Although the hard pumping of his cock soon drained that as it served its duty filling the mare with fresh foal making brew.

CLANG!

Sadly, Errol couldn’t get a chance to finish his rare experience with the male orgasm before a projectile frying pan connected with his head. Sounds of reverberating metal continued to echo around the destroyed shop complimenting his yells of pain. Already dazed senses lost focus completely, causing his titanic legs to buckle and send the stallion crashing to the ground.

A less easily heard feminine yelp joined in. Both the red horse’s grip on Wendel’s tail, and the thickly sized sausage still stuffed in her, worked to topple the well worked mare to the floor with him. She was still first to recover, rolling off the horse dick with a messy slurping noise into a messy sitting position. Seeing the fuming face of Yuki standing eye level with them killed any remaining afterglow.

“Why do you have a frying pan?”

“Oh, THAT’s the important question here!?” Yuki’s hand snapped out to grab Wendel’s ear so fast there was no time to react. Her nose twitched in a shaking rage as she pulled the taller pony down against the floor by her lobe, ignoring pained cries of protest. “For all your complaining against being lewd, you sure seem to adapt to it easily. I can’t believe this. I go in back to make you a very expensive antidote and in such a short time you’ve not only used unpaid merchandise and fucked a stranger on my register, but you two somehow destroyed my shop in the process?”

“I-In my defense, I…ow! Ow! Ow! Not so hard! I was trying to get her…him to leave!” Wendel frantically pointed at the red stallion sprawled on the floor, which thankfully got her boss to release their ear pinch to address this other problem.

“And who in the afterlife is this jerk?”

Something about being talked down to by a rodent creature that didn’t stand up to his knee somehow brought Errol back to reality. Complete clarity returned to his eyes in a single blink. From there he took his time standing back up to mimic the Nemian’s hands on hip pose, except staring straight down past the swell of his pecs with smug confidence.

“I happen to be the great, fantastic witch, Errol! And you should be fortunate not to have been here when I completely dominated this pathetic magical merchant. Her items are such shoddy craftsmanship I didn’t even consider them worth stealing. These gaudy horse sex tokens for example didn’t even do much to satisfy me, so I…”

CLANG!

“Ooooooo…” Despite the lack of male genitalia, Wendel couldn’t help instinctively gripping her pussy with both hands. The fact it was still leaking with a cocktail of sex fluids didn’t matter in her shocked horror. No jerk in the world deserved a frying pan to their nuts.

Fire literally consumed the Nemian in her anger, engulfing her body in a blaze that warmed Wendel like the sun. When it washed away the small mouse had been replaced by a snowy white furred fox creature. Their form loomed over both of them to the point her pointed ears folded against the ceiling. Ten long, thick tails thrashed about behind them, the decorative jewels tied to their tips shinned with their own inner light.

Errol might have been intimidated, were he not in a fetal position clasping between his thighs like it’d do any good.

“Listen here, you blithering idiot; I don’t care if you’re a witch, a gnome, or a god damn alicorn. This is MY shop you just pillaged and wrecked, and you better believe that’s not the worst mistake you made tonight. Insulting my wares and harassing employees is beyond intolerable. When I heal you from that gentle ‘wrist slap’ you’ll be lucky to not be reduced to my feral guard dog for the next ten years. So, I’d choose how you act very carefully in the immediate future. Got it!?”

A pained groan from Errol might have implied they understood anything going on beyond their literal broken dick.

“And as for you,” Yuki started but the pure abject fear on Wendel’s adorable equine face promptly took the fight out of the Nemian. Instead, she slowly raised a hand whereupon a piece of paper poofed into existence. With a casual flick its magic nature guided it into a flutter on top of Wendel’s damp thighs.

“W-hat is this?” Wendel asked as she picked it up. Ears and wings flopped already being able to guess the answer.

“Your new contract,” Yuki sighed. Surprisingly that got very little complaint out of the Pegasus, and she looked to them to see Wendel carefully reading the text over. “Reading this dumbass’s mind is telling me you not only didn’t hit the emergency switch to get me when you were unparalyzed, but fought back with a damn enchanting stone. Sorry I have to consider you a contributor to this mess under Nemian magic laws. This is going to be another year of service, at least.”

“That’s not so bad,” Wendel said a lot faster than either of them expected. A deep blush formed on her golden face in a show of embarrassed floundering. “I-I mean, it does help me pay rent and everything. Having a job with you and all…”

Yuki’s nose twitched and then she broke into a laugh. “Yeah, I like you too.”

That got even worse incoherent stuttering out of the shy Pegasus. Yuki just let them continue for a while as she slowly helped Wendel back onto their shaking hooves. The aftereffects of throbbing sex had still left their lower body very tender.

“Ugh! You’re both a disgusting mess,” was Yuki’s way of getting their focus back on important matters. “Let’s get you and this shop cleaned up before I figure out your new coworkers’ orientation.”