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It had been almost three hours by my reckoning. Three hours into a 15-minute spell is quite the achievement, though in my present condition I can't help but feel it's not an entirely positive one. Ordinarily I would be flicking through my stacks of tomes on the matter, finding what I did wrong, and how exactly I should be reversing it...

... but that's not exactly an option right now, given the whole lack of hands I'm currently experiencing. The four-leg thing was a doddle; turns out a lifetime as a centaur does make it rather easy to move round as a horse. No hands means no careful moving of books, and I don't quite have the hang of these lips yet. Though if this lasts too much longer I may just have to start nosing through the pile and hope for the best.

Should've read the small print, Theo. Having my own thoughts to keep me company is not an unusual state I find myself in. And on the plus side I can't talk to myself like this, so hey, I've got that at least. And speaking of being like this, if I bend my neck just like this- Ah yes, I can scratch that itch on my rear leg. Mmmmm

Busy nuzzling my hind-limb means I miss the approach of another until they're standing a couple of lengths in front of me. With my best approximation of a shout of surprise I jump up slightly at the unexpected company, fortunately managing to untangle my head from my legs. It might not have been graceful exactly, but once I've untangled everything I'm standing tall, eyeing this new visitor.

It's a horse, like I am right now. While we may both be equine our forms are rather different; their hair brown to my black, their horsetail a uniform black to my black-to-white fading one, same as our manes. Their face is the same brown as their body, aside from a darker patch round their nose, quite unlike my own with its white blaze and chin. The differences don't stop there; while my body is heavy set, with powerful muscles built for brute strength theirs is more elegant. A different breed, one I'm sure would beat me in a race any day of the week. Thoroughbred I would guess, though I would admit that my knowledge of horse breeds is somewhat lacking. They're certainly not a shire like me, that's for sure.

Wait, he is not a shire. When my inquisitive gaze reaches the stranger's hindquarters their gender becomes blindingly obvious. A pair of equine testicles hanging there, behind an equally horse-like sheath. And from that sheath a few inches of this stallion's shaft are visible, the flaccid flesh hanging down towards the floor. I stare at the emerging cock for a few moments before pulling my gaze back up to the stallion's face.

I could swear that the other male grins at me when I look up, and then he nickers at me. 'Like what you see?' is what it seems like he's asking, and he takes a half-pace towards me. Of course, he keeps himself side-on, and I'm sure that I would see a shaft hanging there were I to look. It's surprisingly difficult to keep my gaze on his face, my ears not quite pinned back but not exactly relaxed either.

Deciding my best approach to this uninvited guest is to ignore him I give a quick snort, turning away from this interloper. Still not entirely used to my new field of vision I wind up turning to face completely away from him, flicking my tail in irritation as I take a few steps to open some distance. Before stopping and stewing in my own thoughts again; namely, how do I get out of this mess.

Although it seems that my 'friend' hasn't exactly got the message. That or they just don't care; perhaps they can tell I'm not a true horse? And that interests them somehow? Whatever the reason turning my back (or rather, my behind) to them seemed to be absolutely no dissuasion at all, which I swiftly discovered as I felt his warm breath on the base of my tail.

Spinning round once more I stumble a little in shock. Ears firmly pinned back again I give this... _animal_my best glare, and a snort to match. Stamping one of my forehooves on the ground to cement the point. With a further snort I turn aside and bound off, hooves thumping into the ground as I run. Something I rarely do; my heavy build not conducive to a particularly graceful pace, yet I enjoy the feeling nonetheless.

My enjoyment gets curtailed considerably as I catch sight of him. As a thoroughbred they are built for speed - it looks like he's barely breaking a sweat in order to keep up with what is my fastest pace. Slowing a little I kick my rear legs out in his direction, shimmying to the side as I do. But no matter how I move, twist, and turn, he keeps up with me almost effortlessly.

With an aggravated snort I come to a stop, sliding a little as I do. The other horse slows and stops with perfect grace, of course, nickering in response to my own rather more irritated exhalations. And it still looks like they're grinning at me; an undoubtedly goofy look when compared to their natural grace. More specifically they're grinning at my hindquarters, seemingly fascinated by my variegated tail; or rather what's underneath it.

Standing there, panting, I think through what options I have left in this situation. I could kick out at this other horse, but despite everything I don't want to hurt them. Or I could try running again, but the fact that I'm still panting while they're seemingly fine takes that one off the table. Perhaps if I-

With a start I feel the other stallion's warm nose under my tail once again, their breath washing over my equine pucker as they nicker with satisfaction. My own breath comes out with a more surprised huff, my body twitching a little with the surprise. Although... A little more expectant of what he's doing, I manage to keep myself from jumping away like last time. And, come to think of it, the feeling's not an entirely unpleasant one either...

Another snort passes through my nostrils at the feeling of a wet tongue pressing into my donut. My tail reflexively flicks against the other stallion's muzzle at the touch, one hind hoof stamping into the ground as I let them know of my surprise. To his credit the other horse does pull back, if only for a moment, giving a slight nicker in what seems like an apology before shoving his head back under my tail.

Almost unknowingly I start to relax my body at the stallion's ministrations; my hind legs widen a little, tail raising slightly to give them a slightly easier path. More noises come almost unbidden from my mouth as he works, nickers, snorts, and huffs as that moist appendage slathers my rear entrance.

So used to the unusual yet pleasant sensations conjured up by his tongue I almost feel disappointed as he pulls back, a vaguely irritated huff coming from me as I turn my neck round to eye him. Lucky I did, as it gave me a split-second warning before the stallion's weight lands heavily on my back, driving the rest of the air from my lungs as even my powerful hind legs tremble a little at the sudden extra weight.

My mind goes momentarily blank, somehow not expecting this turn of events despite the stallion's obvious desires from earlier. While I stand there, mouth slightly agape, they take their chance to dig their hooves into my sides and clamber further up my body. Suddenly my thinking capacity returns to me, just around the time I feel something warm, wet, and somewhat larger than a tongue pressing into my damp pucker.

Right. Yes. Hmm. Perhaps if I- Not yet sure what my wisest move is I try to clench up, trying to prevent what I imagine is a rather slick shaft from stretching my donut open. Not my best idea it would seem; the stallion is not best pleased at my resistance, such as it is, his currently unflared shaft pressing rather insistently against the stubborn ring of muscle.

Yes, just give me a- Ow! Momentarily relieved of the pressure against my ass (and not a moment too soon, I'm sure it was about to give way), I go through my options again. Well, I start to at least, before feeling a nip of teeth on my shoulder. Now that distracts me again, my whole body tensing up in response to what my poor beleaguered brain tells me is a mating bite, then relaxing as the sharp pain fades. Relaxing at just the wrong time (or the right time, I guess, for the stallion), as they choose that moment to buck forwards again. Slick horse cock finds equally slick equine donut and slides right through my no longer clenched ring of muscle.

Synchronised neighs come from the pair of us as several inches of horse meat make themselves known to my rear end. He doesn't stop either, using the pre I can feel leaking into me to lube up my back passage, sliding several more inches of his cock into me. Gritting my teeth I let my head sink towards the floor, trying my hardest to relax my sphincter even as I feel the stallion's medial ring bumping up against it.

With my eyes down low I catch sight of something unexpected beneath me, almost jumping in alarm were it not for holding half a horse on my back. Distracted as I was by having my tight (though admittedly not virgin) fuck tunnel stretched I had completely failed to notice my own shaft dropping, hardening steadily beneath my belly just as another just like it ravages my insides.

Well, almost like mine. I may be biased, but the thick slab of breeding meat under my belly is that little bit larger than the one inside my belly. A slab which slaps against my underside as I feel the stallion's medial ring forced inside, and the thickest part of their shaft start to work its way inside of their 'mare'.

Now that I'm nicely spread, not to mention lubed, the horse on my back picks up more of a rhythm. Sliding their shaft out, my ass gripping onto it, unwilling to let it go. To then thrust it back in, a whole foot of horse cock plunging back into my bowels with each heave of their hips. Each time I can feel their shaft working that bit deeper into me, ass spreading just a touch wider. And each time their thick rod presses against my prostate another slap comes from underneath my belly, my own rock-hard stallion shaft dribbling pre almost as quickly as theirs.

As much as I want this unexpected, delightful mating to last I can sense the other horse getting close. Their breaths turning to pants, each thrust getting a little more forceful as they try to bury themselves fully inside me before letting loose. My own heart is racing, breathing equally as erratic as theirs, as my cock smears pre over my black hair, and I do what I can to adjust my rear to take the entirety of the stallion's wonderful shaft.

Grunts, whinnies, and little neighs fill the air until at last a new sound joins them. That of a stallion's hips clapping into my hindquarters, of their balls up against the dark flesh of my rear. And of a triumphant cry as those very same orbs clench up, delivering their warm load deep inside of my body.

I can feel every pulse of seed through their shaft, stretching just that little bit wider as it works its way from their balls, along their engorged rod, then finally out from their now very flared cockhead. Each time my prostate gets rubbed my own cock jumps, baby batter churning in my own large orbs, until with a neigh to join the stallion's own I unleash my own torrent of creamy white stallion milk onto the floor.

And so there we stayed, locked together in ecstasy. One stallion's seed filling deep within the bowels of another, my own seed only fertilising the ground. Each of us draining our balls, the feeling of another stallion's cock flexing and throbbing inside of me pushing my own release on. Just as I'm sure my tight, almost massage-like insides are doing the same to my stallion suitor on my back.

That familiar post-release drained feeling fills my sack, their previous contents a white smear across the ground and my forelegs. An equivalent load of cream now resting deep inside me, as evidenced by the warm feeling deep within me. Lowering my head again I nicker quietly in satisfaction, feeling the other horse's muzzle resting on my shoulder. Their warm breath now gently ruffling my mane, the sweat covering our bodies a testament to our exertions. Content to stay as we are, held together, us two stallions.