Farm Life: Ch 4 The Long Run
#4 of Farm Life
Warning: 18+ Naughty Stuff
Two months had passed since Connor discovered Carl's dirty little secret, but for some reason he couldn't bring himself to tell Billy the truth. The nights where he wandered out into the fields were becoming more frequent, but the pain he felt during his changes lessoned. Finally, on the latest night, he was kneeling on his powerful horse legs, grasping his head as it gave a sick crack and his snout returned. As the sensation passed, he lowered his fingertips back to the ground, only to be shocked by what he saw. He didn't even have hands anymore! He was forced to watch as his fingers merged together, his hoof like fingernails merging together into one large hoof. It was then did he realize he didn't have much time as a human left.
When the morning came, Connor stumbled into the servant's house naked and covered in dirt, his long blonde hair a mess. Grabbing an extra pair of briefs, he slipped them on before lying on top of the sheets of his bed, lying there with his eyes open, too nervous to sleep. He heard the sounds of Billy stirring in his bed. It seemed like the new farm hand was getting use to rising with the sun. Connor remembered those days. As soon as Billy's feet touched the floor, he noticed Connor was a little roughed up. "Connor, are you okay?" Connor didn't move but muttered, "Yeah, I'm good...just didn't shower when I got in." Billy stood there for a moment, "Alright, well I'm gonna take a quick wake up shower and then we'll head out, kay?" Connor slowly sat up and smiled, "Yeah...sure." He watched Billy walk away, but as soon as he turned his head to look out the window, Billy slowly started to push down his underwear as he headed towards the shower heads. The thick, leathery aroma coming off of him hit Connor hard.
Standing up, Connor felt his horse cock slowly poke its way out of it's sheathe between his legs. Struggling to fight the new sensations in his body in mind, he stopped in the middle of the living before his body forced him to move forward. He wanted to warn Billy, to tell him to run, but another part of him wanted something else. As he stepped into the shower area, the hoof like tips of his feet made a loud clopping noise on the tile. Before Billy could turn his head, Connor slammed him against the wall, overpowering him with pure strength. "Connor! Connor, what are you doing?" The shower heads continued to spray water as Connor pushed on the back of Billy's head. Sexually frustrated, Connor flapped his lips as he tapped the phallus crown of his horse cock against Billy's ass, it folding within his ass cheeks as he tried to find Billy's hole.
Feeling Billy's tight, warm pucker, Connor bucked his hips, burying his thick cock deep into the farm hand's bowels. Billy gave off a loud, disturbing grunt and he stood up on his toes when he was caught short of breath. He felt weak, caught off guard, violated. Trying to cling to the walls, he felt like he couldn't do anything as Connor adjusted, trying to work more of the monster between his legs further into Billy. As Connor continued to try to mate with his supposed mare, the thrusts were brutal and Billy's rear soon became numb. Connor's equine endurance was starting to give in after numerous fast, short thrusts. With one, hard last buck, Billy suddenly felt dazed as he bumped his head against the wall, just as Connor pulled his huge length out of his ass, thick horse seed pooling around his ankles before he collapsed in it.
Connor tore out of the servant's house wearing only a pair of jeans, most of his body soaked as he desperately ran down the road that lead up to the farm house. His heart pounded in his chest as it expanded, his view of the nearby fields broadened as his eyes turned into big brown orbs. He only stumbled once as his legs shifted and his ass grew in bulk. As his nose and lips pulled away from his skull, most of the blond hair on the sides of his head fell out; leaving a rich mane that ran down his neck. His hips, thighs, and butt bulged against his jeans until there was a loud tear. Soon, the welcoming sign of the farm was in view and Connor thought he might be able to escape as long as he reached the road. When he was just a few steps away, his arms and legs bulged, his stomach quadrupled in girth, and he came to a sudden stop, giving a light nickering when he saw the road and the remnants of a pair of jeans lying in front of his back hooves. Blinking with confusion, the horse part of Connor's mind wondered how it had got there. Turning around, it slowly started its long walk back to the stables while the other part of Connor's mind screamed, "No! The road's right there! It's right there!"
When Billy finally woke up, he rubbed his forehead, trying to think of what happened. Stumbling over to the bedroom to find Connor, he froze when he saw the dresser was torn open and things were thrown everywhere. On Connor's bed there was a note. Picking up, Billy read out loud, "Billy, sorry, I can't stay here, Connor." He stood there for a long time, dazed and lost.