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The Werestallion's New Herd for Wyraachur by Draconicon

Peter let out a happy sigh as he left the busy streets behind for the country roads, leaning back a little as he walked along to enjoy the quiet and the soft winds that blew through the night. The silver-haired young man looked up towards the sky, smiling a bit at the quarter moon that shone down on him.

"Heh. Not getting me tonight..."

He waved at the moon the way that someone might wave to an old friend before turning down one of the side roads. Peter had a friend that he was planning on meeting for a long drive down towards another city, but his friend had insisted on meeting out of the hustle and bustle back in the urban areas. He could understand that, and he didn't really mind the walk, particularly out here in the quiet.

After nearly an hour's walk, though, he decided to take a small break. After all, ten minutes rest wouldn't hurt, and he wanted to be fresh for the drive down. Peter leaned against a nearby post, and looked out along the rural lands.

It didn't take him long to spot the local farm animals, and he chuckled as he turned to lean on the post more fully. A couple of goats wandered around, as well as some cows. He figured that the farmer probably didn't have the proper structure to house them and allowed them to feed through the night. Not the best way to keep the animals healthy, but he supposed people did what worked for them.

Peter was about to go back to walking when he heard a soft whinny, and froze in his tracks. Catching a familiar scent, he slowly turned around.

Standing only a couple dozen feet away was a small herd of horses, ranging from dark to light furred in color, and all full grown and large in size. They eyed him with small whinnies, not looking away the way that horses normally would.

They know, he realized.

As he started to pull away from the post, the herd surged over. Though he caught sight of a couple of male bits, he realized that they were mostly female, and worse, they were in heat. It wasn't just the sight of their clenching privates - though that was obvious enough - but through the scent on the air. He shuddered as his most inhuman side caught it, and familiar tremors ran down his spine.

"Not again...I'm gonna be - mmmph!"

Peter caught himself on the post as he felt the shudders run down his body, a subtle tingle that ran through every nerve from his head to his toes, and then reverberated back the way that it had come. It left behind a pleasant heat that he knew from experience was already burning through his humanity, starting...well, where else?

He reached down to his zipper, rapidly undoing it before it could become a problem. The bulge in his underwear, already prodigious, was getting bigger by the second. Stretching the white fabric outwards as it gained in girth and length, his cock was rapidly growing beyond the upper limits of human size, not to mention quickly departing from human shape.

While he still had his fingers, he pulled down his underwear, unable to keep back a smile as he watched the pale shaft change from light-skinned human color to a dark, nearly black shade, the shaft getting fatter in the middle as the head began to flatten out. Peter snorted, panting softly as he reached down a hand and stroked it a few times, groaning under his breath.

His pants were tightening around his hips as they started to grow as well, pushing out against his clothes until they hurt. It happened every time, he knew; he got too interested in the growth in his crotch, and he never got the other clothes off in time. He blushed; maybe he just liked the feeling of it growing, of his clothes getting tighter and tighter until they could no longer constrain his body.

Whatever the reason was, he could feel his jeans starting to rip in the rump already. The herd of horses nickered and whinnied around him, as if talking to each other about him and his transformation. He wondered what they thought, seeing a human turning into one of -

His thoughts were cut off as his ass suddenly pushed back hard, fat and muscle growing in fast. Peter had to lean against the post again, taking his hands off of his cock so he could keep his balance as the transformation continued. He gasped for breath as the rips grew larger and larger, the night wind slipping through the cracks and blowing cold over his rump. Bit by bit, he could feel more of it becoming exposed, his cheeks parting until one particular gust blew right over his hole.

"Ooooh..."

Panting, he fell onto his side as his clothes finally ripped off completely, leaving him naked from the waist down. His legs thickened quickly to match his new rump, and a tail popped out above his exposed backside. A small part of him looked about for some sort of shelter, but there was little need. On this nearly abandoned country road, the chance of someone coming by and seeing him was miniscule.

Then another surge of pleasure ran down his body, and he panted as his feet began to harden in his shoes. He could just barely see past his new, massive hips towards his shoes, watching as they strained at the sides before bursting open, a pair of hardened hooves replacing normal human feet.

His bare skin was rapidly coated in a dark black coat of fur, matching the color of his cock as his body changed. Though his rump and hips were thick and large, his legs were somewhat skinny. At least, below the thighs; up there, they were thick and powerful. Muscle grew out from his changed backside, thickening him from thigh to waist, and then up to his chest as he felt things start filling in, and other things started changing.

"Hnngh...N-neiioooot now..."

Peter rolled onto his stomach as his arms began to change, his head whipping from side to side as his fingers began to meld together, growing into a single, solid shape that was so similar to what had happened to his feet. They clenched, bending back so that his fingertips pointed towards his palms, while the rest almost seemed to melt into one solid mass. Soon, there were no signs of his fingers at all, merely flesh.

And that flesh rapidly changed, hardening into a dark silver to match the black fur sprouting from his arms. He couldn't stop it, nor did he want to as his cock throbbed up against his belly, slapping against it in equine masturbation. Every tension that went through his cock announced another change for Peter's body, from the growing mane on the back of his lengthening neck to the movement of his ears along the side of his head.

As he stood on all fours, the werestallion could see the fur running down over his lengthening muzzle. His eyes slowly began to roll back in his head as the pleasure running through his massive cock got stronger and stronger, the new instincts bubbling in his brain from the transformation running roughshod over his human thoughts. Peter knew the feeling. It happened every month, and he felt himself fading...fading away, to be replaced by -

"So goooo - neeeeeeeeeigh!"

Breaking out in a loud neigh as he came, the last bits of the human faded away, replaced by a horse face, and a stallion mind. A stallion mind that had its own name. Maximus.

Standing in a puddle of his own seed, the great black stallion turned his head towards the herd. He raised his head, looking down on the mares and stallions. What males among them that were intact quickly lowered their heads, while the mares whinnied happily. Maximus snorted, having expected nothing less.

He leapt over the fence, landing in a gap between several of the horses. The mares stepped forward, bumping against his sides as they nickered and neighed quietly, the scent of their heat stronger than ever. Maximus snorted, even as his thick cock slapped up against his belly again, the tip still dripping with cum. He watched as they walked by him, enjoying the sight of their large, bouncy rumps, and would have licked his lips if he were still human.

Maximus circled around them, trotting between the different members of the herd as he took his time. The human might have had a schedule, but there were more important things to do now. Each of these mares was in heat, and they needed...relief. The stallion would be happy to provide it.

Whinnying as he approached a white-coated mare from behind, the stallion nudged her tail to the side with his nose and sniffed directly at her winking opening. The hot scent he received made his cock smack against his stomach once more, and he dragged his tongue over her once to taste her before standing up straight again.

She'll be the first.

Rearing up on his hind legs, he pulled her forward against him with his forelegs and landed on her back. The flared tip of his cock rubbed against her as he wiggled back and forth, getting his balance. The rest of the herd swarmed around him, some moving close as if to watch, while others stayed at the edges.

With a few hunches of his hips, Maximus sank his cock into her, and immediately her whinnies filled the air. The stallion smirked, huffing as he hopped forward until his hips were flush against hers, feeling her juices running down his shaft and over his overfull balls. The feeling of finally being sheathed inside a proper mare again rather than a breeding post was beyond wonderful.

Grunting as he pumped his hips back and forth, he felt the powerful muscles of the mare beneath squeezing down on him. Again and again, he thrust in, and she kept squeezing on him, pulling him deeper, her pussy milking his cock and begging for his cum. The stallion nickered in her ear as he went deeper, deeper.

The smell of the herd's heat continued to grow around him, particularly with the mares milling around everywhere. No matter how he turned his head, all he could smell was the scent of females in heat, and they were constantly presenting themselves, each one waiting for him to get done with the white one and move on. It made his cock all the harder, the thrusts all the deeper, and his chances of holding back all the harder.

It would have been a losing battle to any stallion, and he was no exception. With a loud neigh that drowned out the whinnies of the herd, Maximus plunged himself in up to the hilt in the mare, filling her with his seed. His balls ached as he emptied so much of his load inside of her, and some of it fell out of her as he pulled out. As he landed on all fours, the other mares bumped the first out of the way, each one begging with her body for him to choose them rather than their companions.

The mares needn't have worried. Maximus smirked as much as was possible for a horse to do, and choose another, a sandy-coated female, and plunged in. As he humped against her, he looked at the others, and whinnied commandingly.

He would have them all. All they had to do was wait their turn.

The End