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I slowly re-join reality, random sounds coming to my ears before I open my eyes, blurry vision slowly focusing. Raising my head a little, I look around slowly, taking in my surroundings. I'm laying, face down, in the middle of my stable, completely naked. More specifically, I'm in one of the smaller stalls. Slowly getting to my feet, I almost trip over myself. My hands flail slightly and I settle onto a soft hide. Looking to what I've used for stability, I find Chocolate, one of my brown mares.

I've had her since I was twelve, hence the name based on her fur colour. But after a few seconds, she half bucks and runs away from me, making me fall onto the ground. Looking up at her, I see her trot and shake her head nervously. Some white liquid seems to be trailing behind her, dripping from under her tail, which in planted firmly between her ass cheeks. Seeing my girl in such an anxious state pulls at my heart strings.

What the fuck happened last night? Did I do something to her?

Obviously I'm causing her distress, so I do my best to get to my feet again, slowly exiting the stable. As I pass the other stalls, I notice most of the other horses steering clear of me, at least as best they can in the confines. The others have their asses against the wooden doors, their tails flanking and showing their pussies, and one pair of balls it seems. A sharp pain runs through my head as I watch them, growing stronger and stronger as I draw closer to each them.

Shaking my head I quicken my pace and leave the stable, feeling the pain subside and soon leave me. I slowly get back to my house, hoping no-one comes down the road that goes past my farm. Once I'm near my front door, I find it almost off its hinges, large hoof marks on its wood. Taking a moment to question it, I shake my head once again. Nothing makes sense, not my dreams, nor today.

I enter my home, and try to close the door behind me, finding it almost impossible to move. Coming into the living room, I find it's a mess. My table is on its side, the mirror is cracked, and papers are scattered across the room. The stench of horse fills the room, a primal scent that fills my lungs. I gag as it does so, moving back out of the house for a moment. Taking a moment to collect myself, I move back into the room, going to the windows, quickly opening them. This brings a draft into the room, not getting rid of the smell, but doing a good job of getting diluting it.

I feel unnerved by the whole situation, but taking a look at the front door, I realise that no matter what, I still have things to do. Replacing the door takes a few days, being a more rural area. It takes about a week for the horses to get somewhat back to normal. But the constant reminder of the night makes me question what actually happened to me. So on one of my trips into town, I make use of the local library to look up some of my symptoms.

Starting off with subtle search terms, like 'black outs', 'sudden animal distrust', 'local intruder reports', 'can horses cause rabies in humans?' Admittedly that last one was just a suspicion on my end, but I don't want to rule anything out. When I look up 'suspicious white liquid from horse', it turns up some really sketchy results. So I resign myself to not knowing, and leave without really looking at anyone.

The next week passes by quickly, but by the start of the third, my dreams start to change. It starts off subtle at first. The usual dream weirdness happens, but then at random intervals, horses would appear. I woke up halfway through the night the first time it happens, leaving me feeling a little unnerved. But upon falling back to sleep once more, I'm returned to the same dream. This time the horse is nibbling my neck, not painfully, but somehow... pleasant.

During the day, I try to shake the thoughts away, which is easy to do. But when I fall into bed, and sleep washes over me, I'm put into a dream once more. This time I'm in a field, facing towards a large Clydesdale stallion, his body facing towards me. I feel a little fear at the sight of him, but the beast seems rather timid despite his size. He nudges my cheek, sniffs my skin, and even gives me a lick. But as the tongue rasps along my skin, it moves to my lips, slipping into my mouth.

I shoot up at this, waking up in my bed, finding my cock semi-hard under the covers. Taking a few moments to breath in, I feel my heart race in my chest. This time round, the thoughts are a lot harder to get rid off. But the repetitive tasks of the day do a good attempt of it, especially when I try my best. The dreams repeat over the next few nights, getting more vivid and explicit with equine imagery. Going from some groping and light play, to actually being underneath a stallion, his cock buried to the hilt in my ass.

At the first couple of dreams, I could just say it was my brain is being weird, but after having that last dream, waking up drenched in sweat, my cock throbbing and covered in previous orgasms. I... this can't just be my dreams. Were these inner desires I have? I've never even given it a thought before, and it makes little sense for the dreams to happen out of the blue, if that were the case.

Taking a moment, I shake my head, feeling my hole clench slightly in Instinctively. Moving a hand down to my ass, I gulp... is... is my ass bigger? I give my ass cheek a squeeze, testing it. Without thinking, I moan out a little, only catching myself after the fact. My fingers travel down the cleft of my backside, quickly finding my anus. It... it still feels like he's in me...

I realise what I'm actually doing, pulling my finger away quickly and getting out of bed. Work. I gotta focus on work. After using the bathroom, I head out to do some of my farm work. It's hard to take my mind off of the dream, especially when I pass and work in the stable. The scent of the horses making me blush, making the images from my nightly journey to re-surface. That part of the day takes twice as long as any other part of the day, drawing out my day even further.

Finally, the sun sets and I go to my home, having worked myself to the bone. I fall into the bed, my apprehension not enough to keep me up, as the void begins to take me. I'm an instant, I'm over a mare, my cock inside her feral pussy. I feel her clench around me, the ripples of her most intimate parts as she tries to milk my length. She backs backwards a little, wanting more of me, and I give her what she wants. With a grunt, I begin to fuck her, and despite our size difference, I feel I do a good job. Ramming my length into her, I moan and gasp as I do so, never knowing a mare could feel so amazing.

Pressing my nose into her coat of fur, I take a long sniff of her scent. The smell of pure horse fills my lungs, pushing me further, driving me deeper into my mare. Its a scent I need, one that no matter how much I got, I could never get enough of it. It's a mixture of primal musk and deep sexual desire, a slightly softer one to the stallions I've fucked, but no less enticing. Every thrust pushes me further and further, claiming what is rightfully mine.

My orgasm is quickly approaching, and I bite my lips as I feel my flat spread her deepest parts. As my balls begin to pull up, her warmth disappears and the sounds of the barn fall silent. I still cum full force into the depths thrusting with every shot of cum that escapes my length. Breathing deeply, reality comes back to me slowly, but oh so surely. I open my eyes slowly, finding myself on my bed, my pillows underneath me, acting as the mare's body.

Slowly, I stop myself, the gooey remains of my orgasm remains between the pillow and my mattress. Pulling away from my misdeeds, I flop to the side, still breathing heavily. I daren't look at the mess I've made, the guilt of what caused it fresh on my mind. With each new wet dream, they become more and more vivid. The smell of mare and overwhelming horse sexual desire burns in my nose. What I seemed to love, even get turned on by, in the dream. Now only leaves me disgusted and ashamed, not wanting to do anything. As if the mere act of dealing with it, brings it into reality.

I get up from my bed with a groan, leaving the mess to be dealt with later. Getting some food, I resolve myself to my tasks for the day. A small part of my mind dreading the coming night, and potential dreams. Every time I pass the stable, or one of the horses I have to hide a blush as I instantly remember the night before. Especially when I see the mare from my recent dream, images of her under my frame having the wrong affect on me.

Once night falls, I question returning to bed, even with new sheets and covers on. Sitting down on the side of the bed, I take a deep breath, laying on my side across the mattress. I don't want to fall asleep, if I'm being honest. The feeling of the mare around my cock is still fresh in my mind, and I as much as I try to deny it, there is a part of me that enjoyed it. Moving one of the pillows down before I use it as a hugging partner, taking a moment before finally closing my eyes.

Sleep comes quickly, but no dreams invade my mind before I wake up in almost pitch black darkness. It feels like no time has passed, and despite the cold weather, I'm covered in sweat. Getting back up from the bed, I head to the window, opening it up quickly. I look up as the full moon beams down on me. As I stare up at it, images of my horses piece my thoughts, overpowering everything else. Taking a step back, I rub my forehead a little, shaking my head a little.

Heat builds up inside me with each image that comes to me. The equine bombardment doesn't let up, causing me to move through my house. I find myself against my front door, my head pressed against its wooden frame. Drips of sweat form on my forehead, making me pant softly as the heat continues to build.

“This is wrong, wrong..." I try to tell myself, trying to think of anything else.

But despite my best efforts, my mind races with images of the horses inside my stable; their size, form, and their most intimate parts. This causes me to shake my head, my cock growing harder at the thoughts. It doesn't seem to matter which of the horses came to mind, any caused me to grow hotter and hornier. Seeming males and females are on the table to me.

Putting a hand on the front door, I try to steady myself, an unseen force seemingly pulling me out into the open. I stay there for an eternity, feeling the urge grow inside me. Before I know it, the door handle is being turned and the large, wooden entrance is opened. Looking down, I find my other hand on the handle, having gone unnoticed until now. Despite what the rational part of my brain is telling me, I still leave my house, slowly making my out and towards the stable.

It takes me a few metres, but I soon pick up on the smell of the horses: a deep, earthy scent that seems to sink into my very being. Every part of my rational mind is telling me to turn around, to turn away from the stables. But with each step I take, every intake of the horse smell, I feel more unable to get out of this situation. My feet take me to the pair of large, wooden doors, my hand going to the handle instinctively.

The moment hangs in the air, my nose almost going to the small gap between the doors, trying to get more of the primal scent. A heat builds inside my body as I do so, pushing the door handle down slowly, mirroring the increase temperature in me. Opening the door slowly, a gush of hot, steamy air escapes the stable, filled with the combined musk of all my horses. It's... it's a wonderful smell.

Shaking my head, I try to get these thoughts out of my head. But as I do so, I find myself inside the building, surrounded by the thick stench of horse. A hand goes to the door behind me, trying to re-find the handle. This only goes on for a few seconds, my hand slowly goes limp. My feet take step slowly, moving forward along the centre corridor. I sniff every few seconds, taking in the musk of the room. Each intake is slightly different, as I pass each horse stall, I smell the equine held within.

A moan escapes my mouth, making me blush at the unintended action. A part of my mind seems to be deciding which stall to go into, which horse... am I deciding? Is it me, or whatever's happened to me? I try to turn back, even stopping a few times, but no matter how much I try, my feet keep me on my path. Coming to one of the end stalls, I turn to the wooden door, putting a hand on the frame, gripping it tightly.

My resistance keeps me from entering the stall for a few seconds, but it doesn't hold out. Moving inside, I see a darker brown mare inside, her teats just visible hanging under her back legs. Her name's Chestnut, not the most original name, but oh well. She's standing a little off, residing in the corner, but not totally keeping away from me. It's as though she can't quite make out what to do.

I don't even try to shake the naughty thoughts away as my eyes trail her body, almost resigning myself to this fate. Moving to her slowly, I put a hand to the bridge of her muzzle, petting it. She seems to calm at my touch, moving to sniff my skin, her nostrils flaring. This repeats occasionally, her body de-tensing with each breath in.

As she does this, I lift her snout a little. Without a second thought, I kiss her, pressing my lips to hers. Her lips are thicker than I expected, but I find myself loving the feeling of them against mine. She doesn't really respond to the action, but I didn't really expect her to. Kissing is such a... a human thing. Parting her lips with my tongue, I enter her maw and am almost immediately met by her large teeth. With a series of licks against them, they too part, letting my tongue into her mouth.

The taste of her saliva and maw is so primal, the hint of oats and hay, an undertone of horse, all mixed together with the overtones of her essence. My hands go to her cheeks, really getting into the make-out session, before I feeling her tongue press against mine. Like the rest of her, it's large and thick with an almost slimy coating. It travels up mine before exiting her maw, and entering mine. My mouth is mostly filled my her wet appendage as it explores my mouth.

I get lost in the act, my whole body relaxing as the tongue moves to the back of my mouth, traveling down my throat. My gullet has to expand to take it down, almost gulping it deeper. My natural gag reflex doesn't seem so natural anymore, not even kicking in as my throat bulges with her tongue.

Seconds turn into minutes, and I keep myself in the heated kiss with Chestnut. Only pulling away when I feel a burn from between my legs. As her tongue moves out of my mouth, I gulp down her saliva, sniffing slightly as something takes my notice. It's a deep scent, almost permeating the room. How hadn't I noticed it before?

I can't take a step towards the source as pain rushes through me, focusing once more on my crotch. Instinctively doubling over, I feel sharp pain traveling down my length and balls, following my heartbeat. Chestnut stares at me as my length grows further inside my trousers, tenting the denim more and more. Soon I feel the strain of resistance from my garments, and some form of rationale tells me to unbuckle my trousers.

My hands are shaky as they travel closer and closer to my belt and zipper. They barely grasp at either before another surge of growth spurts from my neither's, the sound of ripping coming to my ears. I can still feel resistance from what material remains, strands of denim and cloth the only thing keeping my growing junk from spewing forth. I grab around Chestnut's neck as the pressure from the materials begins to hurt too.

My mind begins to short circuit as images from a month ago plague my mind, remembering snippets of the pain filled transformation. I don't want to go through that again, to become something different. Without hope, I try to will the changes to stop, even though I'm not certain I even know how to do that. But, as though whatever is coursing this to happen can read my mind, the changes ramp upwards, as does the pain.

I want it to stop, for the pain to end. But no matter how much I call out, how much I beg, the agony and growth continues. Heat begins to build inside of me, mixing in with the pain, making me sweat more and more as time continues. The stitching begins to give in from the sheer size of my junk. Each second seems to call forth another popped stitch, or ripped piece of denim. I... I want the agony to stop, even if it's just the pain from the resistance I'm feeling. And if that means ripping off my garments, so be it.

Moving a hand in between my legs, I find my cock and balls at least three, if not four, times as big as it was before. The strained cloth and denim seem to barely be keeping my shaft and nuts from the outside. I somewhat carefully rip the materials away, not wanting to tug at anything too sensitive. It doesn't take much effort before my gonads are freed and revealed to the barn stall.

I huff as I look down, seeing a mostly equine shaft throbbing beneath me, the last human parts ebbing away with each heartbeat. My heart races more and more as the final touches seem to have taken place. Chestnut seems mildly interested in my crotch, pressing her nose up against the skin of my cock, inhaling deeply. For a moment, I want to test out some oral on her. But having seen those teeth at work, I'm not that horny... yet.

Step after tentative step takes me around her body, my rear feeling heavier with each footstep. I look back at my ass, and find that it's growing too. The expected resistance lessened somewhat by the front portion already being destroyed. Within seconds my backside fills my jeans completely, pushing out further more. Soon, the same ripping sound comes to my ears, with the relief of some of the pressure.

The ripping continues as I move to behind the mare's ass, I find it harder to walk, my back seemingly at a slight curve. Her backside is bigger than I remember, and if my racing heart could skip a beat, it would have at the sight of her glistening, chocolate tinted marehood, and similarly coloured, doughnut shaped anus. I wipe my forehead as sweat continues to pour from me, the heat growing inside me. For a moment, I think it's coming from Chestnut's rear, but moving forward, it feels on level with what I'm feeling at most.

Without a second thought, I continue forward, pressing my nose against her doughnut shaped hole. As I make contact, my jeans rip apart, finally releasing my giant ass. It's a relief to be honest, the pain seeming to dull when there's less resistance to it. The remnants of the denim fall to my feet and I kick them away, along with my shoes. Tacking a moment to look back at my ass for a few moments, it almost matches Chestnut's in size, almost making me wonder how I'm able to carry the extra weight.

Gulping deeply, I return to her backside, my nose once again touching the warm skin of her anus. A small part of my mind resists my next action, but soon falls away as I take a long, deep inhale of her musk. The mixture of fur, sweat, and natural scent fills my lungs before I let it out. It tempts me to take another whiff of her pure smell, the smell of horse and lust. How can a horse smell this good?

Moving down I press my nose against her wet folds, intaking another breath. This scent is somehow more appealing to me, it's richer, and definitely more 'her'. I realise that I have been smelling this since I got into the barn, but other scents overpowered it until I brought my nose up against it. Now that I had, I can get as much of it as I want. It's a lot wetter than her anus, which has a dry undertone to it. Without further analysis, I wouldn't be able to decide between the two of them.

So I move back up to her ring, taking another sniff of her anal musk, before opening my mouth and locking my lips around her plump hole. I suck on the wrinkled skin and let my tongue move across her musk covered ring. The taste is different to the smell, definitely deeper, but also richer and warmer too. It tempts me further and further into her hole, stretching her out as I do so.

The thick ring feels as if it were designed to stretch around any intrusion, wrinkles move seamlessly into flat skin. A part of me wonders what it would look like around my newly formed length. Even as that last part of my resistant mind tells me I'm not supposed to be doing this, that this is wrong. She's just a horse, a mare, after all. But... I don't care. She's my mare, why shouldn't I get a good taste of her?

I test how far I can get my tongue, and am surprised at how deep it can go. The heat is incredible too, surrounding me as I lick and lap at her bowels. Withdrawing my tongue from inside her, I pull back a little, tasting her on my tongue. Without a second thought I push myself back against her giant ass, rimming her outer rim greedily. A heated pain fills my left arm as I wrap my arms around her large ass cheeks. It's familiar and yet unsettling, starting at my fingers.

Giving the hand a tentative look, I can only watch as my fingers begin to fuse together painfully, lengthening with each second. The fingernails begin to thicken and grow darker, over growing sideways towards the middle of my hand. I press myself into Chestnut's backside as this happens, heat growing from inside me as the mare's ass muffled a groaned call. Soon enough, my fingertips form a singular mass of muscle and flesh, ending in a large, black hoof. My wrist bulges out a little, just enough to be noticeable.

I feel like I should be freaking out, but when my tongue enters the hot ring of flesh once more, I find my worries begin to fall. Fur covers the newly formed appendage, the short, brown hairs pushing through nice and thick. It's a... satisfying experience. I wouldn't say pleasant, but definitely good. Similar to getting to the next, bigger toy from that box under my bed. Pulling back, I admire my handy work, her glistening hole gleaming in the moonlight.

An idea crosses my mind, one that would disgust me in any other situation. Taking a moment, I put the tip of my hoof against her anus, applying pressure against her hole. Meeting little resistance, my hoof begins to disappear into her body, her wrinkled ring stretching out around me. Within seconds, my entire hoof is engulfed by her accepting body. Chestnut neighs at this, blowing a huff of air through her nose. I'll take it as a good sign.

Moving deeper into her, I feel the wetness of my saliva and her insides dampen what fur I've grown. As it passes the grown fur, it slicks my bare skin, making it easier for me to push myself into her ass. She's taking my arm like a champ, not bucking or freaking out, I guess she does really like it. Soon enough, I've find my elbow against her hole, the chocolate coloured skin dragging slightly on me.

Taking a moment to adjust myself, I'm taken out of the moment as more pain radiates through my arm. Heat rises from inside me, only adding to the amount of heat her insides are giving off. Oh fuck... I try to pull myself from inside of her, but before I can actually make a difference, I feel my arm begin to change.

It starts with my forearm, the bones shift and elongate, pushing my hoof deeper into the mare. The muscles are next, strengthening and bulking up. Chestnut seems to respond to this, her breaths become harder, her body tensing up a little. Fur begins to grow once more, moving up my arm, drawing closer and closer to the outside world. My elbow bulks up too, bone and muscle thickening that part of my appendage.

Once done with the lower part of my arm, it moves upwards, almost to the outside world. Biting my lower lip, I move my newly formed appendage inside her body, receiving a long snort of air from Chestnut. Pulling against her again, I feel my arm out of her. It's nearly torment how slow it is, I'm almost able count the centimetres while I pull. The mare's folds wink over and over as I do this, showing how much she's actually enjoying this.

“You... you dirty girl..." I say, realising that she has a bit of a anal fetish. Well, I guess I know which hole I'm aiming for. When my hoof gets to her hole, I feel a little more resistance in trying to get it out. After the third time, I look over the horse's ass. “Hey, wanna try pushing it out?"

Chestnut looks back at me, almost questioningly.

“Come on girl, it won't take much if I pull too."

She shifts a little, but after a few moments I feel her bowels begin to shift around me.

“That's a good girl," I purr out.

Tugging in rhythm with her muscles, I can feel my hoof shift easier inside of her. It's so easy, I'm starting to think she's been trying to keep me in her ass. With a loud, wet plop, my pitch black hoof escapes her body. A wet layer of juices coat it, and dampens most of my fur. While I would have thought it disgusting any other time, right now, it actually turns me on quite a bit.

As I go to lick her anal juices up, I feel a shock move through my spine. It's a deep, hot pain that shoots through me like lightning. It focuses on my right arm and legs, feeling the same premonition to the change as I did with my left arm. I move a few steps back when this happens, falling onto all fours, almost pushed even. A moment later, my body shivers and I curl up a little.

My three unchanged appendages seem to transform at the same time, the electric like shock moving through every muscle inside me. I take deep breath after deep breath, trying to keep myself together. The last rational part of my mind makes a last stand against the situation, against the internal mechanisms that work towards an equine goal.

“N-no! More!" I shout out to an unknown source. “Please! It's too much!"

Looking down at my arms, I can only watch as my form shifts and changes beneath me. Clenching my eyes shut, I feel my feet begin to transform, similarly to how my hoof did. Toenails and toes fuse together, thickening and moving underneath my skin. It doesn't take long for my socks to be stretched out as my feet half-form into hoofs. I Instinctively clench my only hand, but the muscles are no longer there, seemingly only able to move my hand. Barely able to open an eye, I find matching hoofs, somehow having changed even quicker than my feet.

The threads and stitching of my socks stretch further and further. Some rip easily, while others tighten around my growing flesh, making me groan in pain before they too give in. Ankles pull back up, bones elongating and muscles growing in tune. This is what breaks the last visage of my humanity, my legs growing and hooves finally forming seal the deal. A long, drown out moan escapes my lips, as does my mind. Chestnut shifts in front of me, seemingly uncomfortable at being left alone.

“Ch-Chest-n-nut..." I say, fur sprouting from my changed appendages.

My shoulder blades begin to grow and bulk up with muscles, mirroring my legs matching my giant ass. I try to calm my breaths in, a tail beginning to sprout out of my the top of my cleft. As it grows forth, my anus pulsates and clenches uncontrollably, the wrinkled muscles almost writhing. It feels like something is being pushed out of me, but nothing seems to be there. But then I realise, barely able to look up at Chestnut's ass. Something is being pushed out. My own hole is plumping outwards, smaller muscles growing and forming an equine themed hole.

This takes my mind off of the transformation of my upper body, only realising that it had completed when my shoulder blades snap into a slightly new position. This leaves my head and midsection as yet unchanged, but I'm sure it won't be long before their turn. I raise myself onto shaky hooves looking towards Chestnuts big, beautiful, wonderfully tempting backside. Her scent's still in the air, only furthering my desire for her body.

I take tentative steps towards the mare, my mostly equine nose pressing up against her doughnut like hole. Instincts take over and I draw a long, blissfully inhale of her scent. It's mostly her, but with a good hint of my own musk overlaying it. There... there should be more of my scent on her. And looking over her anus, it's far too tight for one of my own mares, I'll have to change that. Taking another whiff of her wonderful scent, I let my tongue roll out.

Starting out just above her marehood, I lick upwards, moving up the cleft of her ass slowly. It's very deliberate, and I make sure to savour every taste that meets me. Getting to her anus, I circle around its rim, before focusing on the plump hole itself. Rolling my tongue over it, I get her full taste. Every drop of sweat, and every tang of her feral musk. Mixing together on my tongue before I withdraw it back into my mouth, gulping it down.

The pure sexual desire I feel from this makes me want more, almost makes the pain worth it. But that oh so familiar guilt rises in my mind once more, my humanity giving one last all outwards. The guilt of doing this to a feral horse, not even one that has been cursed like me. This beast can't consent, can't tell me what she wants, what she needs. But as I fall deeper into the well of despair, her tail flicks upwards, her ass clenching softly. I take a moment, unsure of what to do. And she does it again, only stronger this time, moving backwards a little.

I have my lips mushed against her hole, and she neighs softly, almost sounding... pleased. Sniffing once more, I smell the mix of her musk and my saliva, tempting me to continue forward. Once again, I rim her once, locking my lips around her hole, before pushing my tongue into her body. It snakes into her bowels, and I get to taste her musk straight from the tap.

My tail begins to grow, starting as a small mound of flesh, quickly pushing out as hair grows from it. It's a quicker growth than the previous time. So before I know it, I have a fully grown horse's tail, flagging upwards with each lick. It feels amazing, pressing my muzzle against the mare's ass, my wet appendage inside her body.

She's mine, my mate, my property... a... a fuck toy for me to use. Pulling my tongue from her body, I lick my lips before withdrawing the wet appendage back into my maw. I taste her musk, her core. Rolling it across my maw, I get the full spectrum of her taste, loving every part of it. My guts begin to shift and grow inside me, signalling my midsection's change. It grows, moving my muscles and growing new ones across the as yet changed part of my body. It's not painful, not like the rest of my change, but pleasurable.

It takes seconds for the change to take place, but it quickly mirrors the rest of my transformed body. The only thing yet to change is my face, the memory of the last time pierces my mind. But I banish them away as I shift my face down to her wet vagina, breathing in her intoxicating scent. It's full of desire and lust, filled to the brim with need. I love it, every part of the primal smell. It's a lot more pungent than the last time I pleasured her, tempting me into another taste.

I... I have to make sure she's ready. I mean, I'm not a small stallion after all. I let out a small nicker, almost a laugh, at the thought. I've really let myself go, haven't I? After all of this, I think I've made my choice in which hole to choose. Tasting her gloriously pungent musk, it's more than decided. I need to give her my foals, to have her belly bulge lewdly with our young. Will I... Will I remember they're mine? Or would I think that another stallion filled her womb? I hope I remember, she's worth remembering.

Bucking upwards, I mount the mare quickly, my erect cock presses against the cleft of her backside. Shifting my hips back and forth, I hot dog her ass over and over, pre-cum drooling along her ass. The feeling of her hot rear against my length makes me nicker softly, ending in my flaring nostrils blowing out air. Her wet pussy is tempting for sure, but I have a different target in mind.

As my tip presses against her wet doughnut hole, I push my cock into her ass, slowly and deliberate. A tight warmth that envelopes my length as I thrust forward. Thanks to our shared size, it's an easy penetration, her ass seemingly designed to engulf my cock. Six inches, twelve, sixteen, and finally the whole two feet of my shaft is inside her ass.

I have to take a moment, the feeling of her wet warmth surrounding my dick feels amazing. The mare shifts under me, and I feel her movement from inside her body. It's a strange thing, but damn it's also amazing. Pulling backwards, I take half of my length out of her hole, feeling the stretched out, doughnut like hole tug on my shaft as I do so. With a nicker, I shove myself back into her body, getting balls deep once more.

Repeating this over and over, I get a rhythm going, occasionally taking a moment to enjoy the feeling of having a tight, young mare under my belly. With each thrust I find that I care less and less about the moral of it, all I need is more of her, her warmth, her wetness. The constant milking of my cock is bliss, feeling my mare tighten and relax almost perfectly around my shaft.

Moving my maw to her ear, I let of a deep, guttural neigh. It's a dominant and bestial sound, right from the depths of my barrel chest. I want her to know she's claimed, that she has a stallion to breed her needy folds. Bucking forward again and again, I get the last bit of my cock inside of her, feeling something press against my semi-flared tip. Taking a moment, I realise that I've completely filled her vaginal entry, the end of my shaft pressing up against her cervix.

Biting my lower lip, I mull over the idea of cumming straight into her womb, almost certainly impregnating her. I move my teeth to her ear and nibble on it as I roll the fantasies over and over in my head. Every thrust into her body feeling as if I'm sending the intent with it. Although at this lust fuelled state, it could just be my pre-cum.

Being so distracted by the lust filled thoughts, I don't feel the approaching orgasm, letting instinct take over my mind and body. I ram my cock into her, showing the nickering mare no mercy. My balls slap against her folds, pulling up as I finally realise what's about to happen. I neigh loudly into the warm air, cumming directly into her womb. My urethra bulges with each shot of sticky cum, making me feel every shot of pure seed I shoot into her.

It feels amazing to claim her, to give her my young. Knowing her belly will swell and bulge with foals, just makes me feel divine. My breath only draws out and becomes heavier as I breed my mare, giving her more and more of my essence. Sweat pours from my body, and the sent of our musk hangs heavy in the air, even my nose unable to pick up anything else. All I can smell is us, our lust, our damned bestial desires. Fuck it smells amazing.

My nuts slowing in their creamy assault of the horse's womb, I finally relax as my orgasm comes to an end. I keep myself inside Chestnut for a few seconds, making sure she's well and truly bred. Once I pull out, I hear a loud, wet 'plop'. My quickly softening cock swinging in the stiff air. My mare falls to her side and then onto her back, presenting her well-fucked pussy to me. A deep blush covers her face and maw, a gush of my cum spewing out from her neithers.

Fuck, she's so fucking sexy looking like this. I'd breed her all over again, but I wanna save seed for more mares. But I do stare at the Chestnut for a few moments as she collects herself. Turning away, I go for a quick drink of water, the drops of translucent liquid pouring from my muzzle once I'm done. I soon leave her stall, feeling all sweaty and musky as I trot through the stable.

As I pass one of the stallion's stalls, an idea crosses my mind. I need to get cleaned up before my next mare, and as much as I'd want her to clean my musk, I want a stallion to do it. Especially this one. Luckily, the stall's open, allowing me entry. I don't care about his name, he's just gonna be my sweat rag for now. Once inside, I find the horse, fully erect and having his cock slap against his belly. The... the stallion was getting of on me fucking a mare. Even I'm surprised by how kinky he is, although I guess I can't judge.

Taking step after step, I press my nose against his anus, sniffing with flared nostrils. His ass smells amazing. A good mix of sweat, musk, and skin. It's unlike any other scent I've smelled before. I'm so going to come back to get another taste of him later. But the horse finally realises I'm here, right when my nose is up his ass, huffing his hole. Once he does though, he falls to his back, his legs flailing around a little.

Looking up at me, he's breathing deeply, his eyes travel to my junk, sniffing deeply at the sight. I move over the smaller stallion, licking my lips as I look at his erect cock. He seems to want it so bad. The poor thing doesn't want to be fucked, nor to fuck, he just wants to smell how worked up I am. It's oddly... pleasing, knowing I have a personal sweat rag to clean me up after breeding a mare, one that'll get off to it too. His scent isn't even as strong as Chestnut's, having a more subtle submissiveness to it. Swaying my hips back and forth a little, I tease the horse as drops of sweat drip down onto his nose.

Only letting this go on for a few seconds, I fall onto him, bearing my full weight onto him. My balls instantly press against his nose, and I feel him take a long, needy whiff of my musky scent. It's a drawn out sniff of my sack, gaining a small nicker of pleasure from the stallion. Looking down, I find the stallion's cock fully erect, throbbing and rock hard. Seeing a male equine being this turned on by my scent turns me on once more.

Licking my lips I take a moment to admire the ridged shaft, before parting my lips, taking the length into my maw. The first few inches move into my muzzle easily, my tongue wrapping around his half-flared tip. My wet appendage rolls and examines the musk covered length, I take my time exploring the cock's tip. Lapping at the opening to his urethra, I taste the remnants of salty cum on it, tempting me further.

I take him deeper and deeper into my muzzle, mirroring each of his sniffs. Feeling each whiff of his breath against my bare ball skin, pushing down his body into a throb of his cock. Oh he's a good little ball lover, even my scent is enough to get him going. As my lips make contact with his sheath, and his balls press against my nose, I feel a strange shock push up my spine. It's definitely not painful or unpleasant, it's actually quite... nice.

Pulling my head up, I take a moment before slowly moving my head back down again. Taking my in the act, feeling every part of my maw and gullet stretch around his length. Despite him being a little smaller than me, he does seem to be as... 'gifted' as me where it counts. I feel every throb of his length travel up the inside of my mouth, and down into my throat. His nostrils flare at a rather deep whiff of my sack, making me groan around his length.

I pull him out of my muzzle, huffing a little as I feel what used to be my gag reflex being suppressed. With a small neigh, I rest my snout between his cock and his inner thigh, my nose pressing up against his ball sack. Licking my lips, I get another taste of his cock. It's a subtle taste, almost as if it had been washed recently. What a shame, he'd taste so much better with some more musk. Flaring my own nostrils a little, I take in his light scent, smelling the lingering, unnatural after-smell of soap. I feel my eyelids grow heavy, my vision soon blacking out.

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My mouth is unbelievably dry as I wake up, taking a few moments for me to realise where I am. I'm... I'm on Mr Johnson's land, one of my neighbours, or at least as close to neighbours as you can get out here. More specifically, I'm in one of his horse pens, the morning sun beaming down on me. Looking around a little, I find one of Johnson's horses in the pen with me. She's a smaller mare, with a light brown coat of fur. I believe her name is Shadowfax, guessing he didn't look too far for it, but then again, neither did I.

The mare is on her side, her backside aimed towards me. My gaze goes over her backside, lingering on it for a little too long. I become lost in thought, as I notice a lot of white fluid coming from her backside. It's a thick, creamy liquid, coming from both of her holes. A small whisper of my mind tells me to look away, but doesn't change my focus.

“Morning Tim," a rough, rugged voice says from behind me, shaking me from my gaze.

I turn and am met by a bunch of clothes being thrown on me, finally making me realise that I'm naked. Using the clothes to cover me partially, I look up at the man on the other side of the fence, his arms crossed on the wooden frame. He's a taller man, with a skinny frame, shaggy blonde hair on his head, and a small beard and moustache.

“H-hello... Mr Johnson."

“How's it hangin'?"

“I... I don't really know how I got here." I say, looking down at the assortment of clothes.

“I think I can fill ya in, wanna come?"

I nod slowly, before the man turns and walks away a little, leaving me to get dressed, which I do. Stepping towards him, I find my legs are strained and weak, making me tremble. Mr Johnson pats my shoulder, giving me a knowing look. He takes me into his home, giving me some water once I'm in.

“Thought you'd be thirsty after last night," he says.

“Th-thanks, I um... you mentioned about what I did last night?" I ask, finishing the drink quickly.

“Yeah, come with me." He beckons me to follow him before going deeper into his house. “I installed some CCTV a year back, after some perv started to get a bit... 'frisky' with my mares. Luckily it caught what you got up to last night."

I feel some apprehension as I enter a back room of his, being met by a few TV's. “You... you don't have any aimed towards my farm do you?"

“Huh? No, no. Only in the stalls and around the stable." He grabs a tape and puts it in one of the players, the TV above it buzzing into life, showing the outside pen I was just in. “It back ups in case something happens, anything needed can be put on one of these. Luckily I got to watch a bit of it live."

I give him a look for a moment before the TV takes my notice, nothing happened while he talked, but a few seconds after, something new comes into frame. A large, muscular, dark brown horse jumps the fence. The horse is quite obviously a male, the large, erect cock hanging between his back legs. It's not long before the stallion goes to town on the mare, starting by fucking her accepting pussy.

After the creature cums into her body, he doesn't waste any time in moving to her ass. His giant shaft making easy access to her anus, quickly breeding her backside. Mr Johnson shifts behind me, barely taking my attention as the event continue on the TV. Soon enough, the stallion creams inside Shadowfax's ass, claiming that hole too. Once the breeding session is over, the mare falls to her side, her legs flailing around a little. It seems the stallion fucked her silly.

After his work is done, the stallion begins to wobble on his hooves, seemingly becoming weak. My eyes go wide as I continue to watch. The horse begins to shrink, his body changing and shifting before my gaze. With a small gasp, I see myself form from the shifting creature, falling unconscious when it's finished. Once this happens, I feel a hand go down the back of my jeans and underwear. My body tenses up as Mr Johnson's fingers press against my anus, easily sinking into my hole.

“You know," his other hand grabbing my at my crotch. “You're awfully loose for round these parts."

“M-M-Mr J-Johnson... what are you doing?" I ask, trying to struggle against him, feeling a blush creep on my cheeks.

“You might wanna relax, tight mares make for a bad time."

“Wh-what are you talking about?"

“You saw the tape, and the way I see it, when you're not the stallion, you're a 'mare'." His finger delve deeper into my bowels, getting a moan from my lips, my cock throbbing in reciprocation.

“J-Johnson..."

“If you want me to keep your secret boy, you'd better be more receptive next month." His free hand goes into my front, groping my semi-erect cock. “Mmm, have you gotten bigger? Think the 'stallion' side of you left a gift, same back here... your ass is definitely bigger."

He continues to grope and touch my body, making me fully erect. Unbuckling my jeans and pulling my underwear down. Mr Johnson rewinds the tape to right before 'I' come onto screen. He seems to be getting into the act too, grinding himself against my ass cheek, adding a another finger into my hole. When I... the stallion me, starts breeding the mare, I try to look away, unable to keep it fully out of view. The guilt of having been that beast, done those things to the mare, I can't stand to look at it.

But no matter what, I can still hear the noises, the mare's huffs and snorts, 'my' grunts and neighs of dominance. I feel a strange heat from my core, a deep resident desire that only causes guilt and shame in me.

“Oh fuck..." I moan out.

“Look at you, getting turned on by this." Mr Johnson puts his mouth to my ear. “Listen, wanna keep this between the two of us? You're going to come here next month, change in front of me, and we're going to have a lot of fun together."

“F-fun? Next... month?"

“Yeah, next month, I'm guessing this doesn't happen every night? The full moon last night kinda gave it away."

F-fuck... he's found my prostate. “Nnng!"

“Got a deal?"

“Mmph... I... I..."

“C'mon mare, you know the answer."

“I... y-yes... sir..."

“Good mare. Now, take a look at this part." He motions with his head towards the TV, smiling as I follow his gaze. I've just finished fucking the horse's marehood, aiming my cock towards her anus. As I enter her ass, Mr Johnson adds a fourth finger, stretching me out in time with the tape. The guilt bubbles up inside me, this is wrong, they're... they're fucking animals! “I can see your gears turning, don't feel guilty. If you were an animal while doing it, then you had no control. So you were on the same level of intelligence."

“B-but... they're animals... you're jurking me off..." I try to say, his words breaking my defences a little.

“One of them's you, you were on the same level intelligence wise. Just try to see it as the equivalent of two people, having a sex tape."

“But they're-"

“You and her."

“Her and I... seem to... really enjoy it."

“That's a good mare," Mr Johnson purrs into my ear. He withdraws his fingers from my hole, unzipping his own trousers before revealing his own erect cock. Pressing his tip against my anus, he moans out a little as he pushes into me. My hole spreads around his length, every inch of his cock feels bigger and longer than the last. Building a good rhythm, I squirm as he claims my body, giving my ass a harsh slap.

“Ah!" I call out, turning back to the man.

“Can't wait for you to do this next month."

He brings me into a kiss, pushing his tongue into my mouth as his tip pushes against my prostate. This brings a moan to my lips, muffled by his mouth, a harder blush coming over my face. My heart races and I shiver with need, feeling my orgasm build closer and closer. Mr Johnson pulls his lips away from mine, nibbling my neck softly.

“C'mon little mare, I know you're close." He says, an underlying glee in his voice.

“Oh... oh fuck..." Is all I can say, my eyes lingering on the TV, watching as I breed the mare's plump ass. “I'm... I'm going t-to!"

Without much fanfare, my ass clamps down on the man's hard cock, milking it as I cream onto the table and monitor in from of me. I cry out and gasp with each spurt of thick seed, my balls pulling up with each gush. The ropes of cum that come from my tip are bigger than any I've had before, as if my orbs hadn't been drained last night. Multiple times it seems. Mr Johnson seems to enjoy watching me orgasm around his length, or at least enjoyed the instinctive milking I'm giving him.

Sweat pours from my forehead as I feel the onslaught of bliss finally subside, huffing deeply as I look at the mess I made. Mr Johnson presses his nose against my neck and sniffs softly, making me pull back a little. I give him a look, and he just shrugs back at me. He goes to do it again, this time I pull back before he can take another whiff of me.

“What? Wanted to see if you smelled like horse..." He murmurs, nuzzling me.

“You... you have a thing for horses, don't you?" I ask, frowning at him.

“Really? I just jerked you off to two horses fucking, and you're the one outraged at me for having a horse thing?"

“Hey, you said it didn't count!"

He pulls out of me, before shoving his length back into my ass, making me moan out a little. “Nah, I said it's the equivalent of two people fucking, since you were a horse too. Doesn't mean you didn't give a mare your cream pie."

“Ugh, you're disgusting."

“Then tell me to pull out, if I'm that 'disgusting'."

I don't say anything to that, looking away.

“You know you love it," he muses while grinding himself into me.

“Mmmph," I half moan.

He starts bucking into me again, pulling out to his tip before thrusting back in. “C'mon, admit it you little mare."

“You're... you're such an ass..."

“I'm just going to get rougher the longer it takes."

I grit my teeth as he thrusts faster and harder into my body, drips of our combined juices falling to the ground. His hands go to my chest, roaming my abs and flat breasts. He seems to really get into the passion of the situation, gripping at random parts of my body, his fingers tense and uncoordinated.

“Come on, mare. Don't have all day." He half growls in my ear.

“Fine! I... I... love it..." I almost whisper the last words.

“Louder mare!"

“I fucking love it!"

“Yeah, you do!" He gives my ass a harsh slap, my lips opening up as instinct takes over.

“Neigh!" I call out, bucking back towards his length.

He laughs a deep, guttural laugh. “Damn girl, you really are a mare, aren't you?"

“I'm not... a girl..."

“Mmm, don't need to, taking cock like this. Now, give me another neigh. You sounded so cute with the last one."

I try to hide my face as a hand travels down my chest and belly, groping my spent member. His fingers dance over my sensitive member, before moving down to my balls. He whispers into my ear as his fingers wrap around my sack, telling me to neigh again. It's a threat, one I'm not going to fall into. He growls a little, tightening his grip on my nuts.

“You really wanna act like this when I'm so close?" He half asks, half growls.

I close my eyes as my blush burns into my cheeks even more, barely believing what I'm about to say. “Where's... where's the fun in that?"

It takes a moment, but I hear him chuckle a little at that response. “So you do like it..."

“Did me shouting it not give it away? Or are you going deaf in your old age?"

“You cheeky little fucker, I only got five years on you."

“Yeah, five old years."

“Child..." he grumbles softly.

“Old man," I smile back, finally giving in fully to the situation at hand.

He buries his face into the crook of my neck, moaning softly in between long, drawn out sniffs. This time, I just let him, trying to focus on the constant ramming of his cock in my ass. It's a lot more bearable, now that I'm trying not to think too hard about the ethics of the subtext. I... I don't know if I'm going to get used to the idea of being that horse... that creature. But it seems I don't have much choice in the matter.

What I do have control over is who I'm with, and if it's to be my neighbour. My semi-blackmailing, knows that I'm a freak of nature, neighbour. Then so be it. And anyway, it can't be so bad... I mean he does have a big cock after all. I... if this thing I'm cursed with can be transmitted, I wonder if his extra length will carry over too when he changes. But for now... I want his fucking cum up my ass.