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A Zecora TF/TG commission by  kenzu

Part 3 of 5

Story written by  BuddyTheBunny
Story link: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/13390989/

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A loud crash rang out in the tiny hut as the turquoise bottle smashed against the floor, cracking and spilling its thick purple liquid. The sound was followed by another hard snap as Zack’s jaw finally gave out. He groaned in pain for a moment as he felt his whole head shift, finishing with a final resounding pop as his jaw realigned for his newly formed snout. As he tried to get a look at his new maw, his eyes went out of focus, forcing him to blink. Every time he did, his eyes grew larger, shifting to a shape better suited for his equine head. Fur tickled every pore of his face as it finished growing in- the familiar milk white with dark gray on his snout and stripes. With a whimper of apprehension, the changing man brought his new hoof to his hair, the hard black hoof pressing his stiff new mohawk down. It quickly popped right back into place, as if nothing had happened. In the back of his mind, he had to admit that the feeling of his mane being stroked was rather nice.

“Mane…?” he wondered for a moment. It was an odd choice of words for sure, but… it oddly felt like the right one.

A long shiver in his arm brought him back to earth as his elbow was being pushed by some unknown force closer to body. He tried to resist it, attempting to lock his elbow in place, but was only met with a loud crack as his bones were forced to change to someone else's desire. It was no longer a true arm, but a foreleg. A small shiver passed from shoulder to hoof as his fur finished coming in. Had they not known better, no one would have suspected the limb belonged to a human just moments before.

A sudden breeze on his upper legs startled Zack. He no longer had pants. “O-oh god, I’m really becoming an animal,” he thought, bringing his other hoof to cover what little dignity he had left. Looking down, he could see the tattered denim falling to the ground. But, just as it seemed to reach the ground, the tatters of his jeans seemed to simply disappear. Even around what used to be his feet, there was no hint he’d been wearing anything previously. A quick glance told him that the same was happening to his shirt.

“Are those holes in my shirt I see!? Is there anything this potion can’t do to me?” The strangeness of the rhyme shocked Zack. He did not have long to question it, however, as he wobbled slightly, his knees protruding out to try to balance his new body. He wobbled again as he felt himself losing more height. The ex-man had lost over half a foot at this point, and his shaky balance warned him standing was growing more and more difficult.

The hot, uncomfortable feeling of his growing fur traveled up his chest and down his neck. He knew drastically little of him was still human. He tried his hardest to will the changes away, to force his body to obey his wishes. The only result was a hard pain in the back of his neck as he felt the vertebrae readjust. He felt his whole spine reject his standing, from his neck to his tail. His body screamed for him to fall on all fours, to stand like a horse… Or… a zebra.

The word popped into Zack’s head unexpectedly. But, as he thought about it, he knew it was what he was. A zebra. He rubbed his skull slightly, looking down at himself as he fought to stay standing. Something was wrong. The transformations stopped feeling foreign and strange. In fact… it felt natural. As if he was finally casting off an old suit that was a little too tight, and able to finally breath again. He was a zebra, and deep inside he couldn’t help but feel as if this was how things were meant to be.

His eyes went wide and he grimaced. The potion hadn’t just altered his body. It was now messing with his mind. Zack wobbled harder and harder, his center of gravity shifting, he worried there was no turning back.