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The afternoon sun shone brightly over a well-kept horse ranch out in the country. A young woman of about twenty-three, with emerald green eyes, freckles and flowing brown hair was out in the fields tending her horses, gently caressing their snouts and rubbing her hands through their manes. Laura was exactly where she wanted to be: alone with her horses, the creatures she loved more than anything in the world.

“Heeeeey Laura!"

That is, she would've been alone if Michael wasn't staring at her again from over her wood fence. She had told the young man a hundred times that she wasn't interested in dating him, but he never seemed to get the message through his thick skull. Michael, a local courier, would visit every day just to flirt with her ever since he had met her by chance while she was picking up supplies at the local general store. He had formed a massive crush on her, and for the past month, had been nothing but a pest that she couldn't get rid of.

“Michael, I'm busy today, can you please go bother someone else?" Laura said as she lassoed her best horse, a chestnut brown thoroughbred named Breaker.

The love-sick man ran his hands through his black hair to try and straighten it, “Please Laura, just give me a chance! We're meant to be together; I even have learned stuff about riding horses just for you!"

Laura sighed indignantly; she knew no amount of talking would get through to him, but for all of his annoyance, she had found herself caring for him a little, and he was essentially harmless.

“Michael, you're sweet okay, but horses are my one true love now, so I don't need a boyfriend now. So please, just go away."

It was lunchtime, and Laura headed for the storage shed to get the oats and grains she would feed to the herd. As soon as she was out of sight, Michael eyed Breaker. He snorted and swished his tail around, oblivious to his presence.

“Maybe, if I can impress her with my horse riding skills, Laura would go out with me for sure! It can't be that hard--I've watched at least two hours of tutorials on YouTube," he thought to himself.

He climbed over the fence and crept quietly up to Breaker. He knew if he startled the beast, he would probably be kicked where it hurts. A strong stench of manure suddenly filled the air as Breaker lifted his tail and started dumping right in front of him, leaving a pile of horse shit on the grass.

“Ugh disgusting! You horses are so gross, pooping wherever, I'm so glad I don't have to clean up after you…"

Trying hard to remember what the videos taught him, Michael managed to climb onto the Breaker's back and started barking out commands.

“Come on! Go! Start walking! Why won't you move?"

The horse merely flicked its tail in annoyance at the petulant human sitting on its back. It snorted and trotted in place as Michael tried everything to make it start running--slapping its neck, digging his heels into its sides, yelling some more.

“I said GO!" yelled Michael as swatted the horse on its rump.

The smack scared the poor beast; it whinnied loudly and reared back, knocking Michael off and sending him into the shit pile it had made with a wet splat. Terrified, Breaker ran off, jumping over the fence, down the road and out of sight.

“I'm in deep shit," Michael remarked, as he realized how much of the horse's stinking mess was now covering his jeans and jacket. The sulfurous odor invaded his nostrils and he cringed: he hated how it smelled.

As Michael comprehended how much this would cost in dry cleaning he heard an ear- piercing scream. He turned around to see Laura standing behind him, her mouth open and a shocked expression on her face.

“What happened to Breaker, Michael?"

“L-Laura!" Michael exclaimed, “Look, i-it was an accident! You see I…"

Laura gave him a look: it was a furious expression that instantly shot a bolt of fear through his body.

“Leave," she said darkly.

“Look I'll pay for him if you—"

“I SAID LEAVE RIGHT NOW!!!"

The shit smeared courier immediately ran, hopping over the wood fence and away from the heartbroken farmer girl.

As she watched him run: Laura decided enough was enough. She went back to her kitchen and opened the cupboard. Inside was a sugar bowl filled with sugar cubes, and a special note left to her by her grandmother. Michael had gone from a nuisance to a problem, and it was time for her to do something about it. Laura took out a muffin tray, a recipe for apple muffins and opened the sugar bowl: it was time to teach the stubborn idiot a lesson.

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Anyone with any common sense would've stayed far away from the farm, but Michael's infatuation brought him back three days later, hoping to apologize for his actions. Upon arriving at the farm, he glanced at the stables, Breaker was still missing apparently.

He approached the wood fence to see Laura sitting underneath a large apple tree with a picnic basket. When Laura turned around to look at him, he expected her to yell and scream at him, or demand that he pay for the missing horse, but instead, she gave him a smile that melted his heart.

“Hello Michael, how are you today?"

Her calm reaction took him by surprise, it would be a red flag normally, but Michael wasn't very bright.

“Um, hey Laura, look, I was hoping that we could talk…"

She smiled, taking off her straw hat and letting her long brown hair to flow. Michael's heart rate instantly shot up.

“I know, I was hoping we could talk too. But, before we do, why don't you come a little bit closer?" she whispered seductively.

Michael gulped and pulled on his collar as he climbed over the fence to where Laura was sitting and sat down next to her.

“Laura, I'm sorry about your horse, I just wanted to impress you y'know?" he said sheepishly.

“Shh…it's okay…that horse was getting old and worn out anyways, I'm just glad you weren't hurt. Say, would you like a muffin? I made them myself."

Laura opened the basket, it was filled with scrumptious looking apple muffins. Unable to resist the idea of him being fed by his true love, Michael quickly grabbed one and shoved the whole thing in its mouth. It tasted sweet like apple and cinnamon, but there was a funny aftertaste, but nonetheless he chewed and swallowed it in one gulp.

“So, you're not mad at me?" Michael asked tentatively, wiping his mouth.

“Of course not, it was an accident after all. Why don't we get to know each other a little more…" Laura said as she rubbed Michael's calf.

Michael started to sweat, and it wasn't just from Laura's touch, something felt…off. His body was starting to feel warm His stomach grumbled and he wrapped his hands around it.

“Are you okay Michael? You don't look well…" said Laura with a strange tone of voice.

“It's nothing…I just…"

Suddenly, he felt something growing near his tailbone; it was bursting to come out. Standing up, the courier pulled down the waistline of his pants, and gasped.

A long, hairy tail had sprouted from his tailbone. He had grown a horse's tail. He flicked it, and it swished around.

“You sure you're okay?" Laura asked with a slight grin.

“Nothing…I…I…have to go!" he shouted as he scrambled to his feet.

As he got up, he felt a pain in his stomach that brought him to his knees. He grunted, sticking his butt out as his guts grumbled and kept him pinned in place.

“What the hell is going…what?!"

He looked at his hand, only to see his fingers darkening, and they were fusing together, he couldn't spread them apart anymore. Within moments, it became a horse's hoof. Brown coarse hair began to grow up his arms, as the digits on both hands morphed into hooves.

“L-Laura! W-What's going…uuuuuugh!"

Michael tried to grab his stomach again but only managed to cross his arms as he no longer had hands. feeling a weird pain throughout his lower half. His horse tail instinctively lifted and a loud sputtering fart escaped from his buttocks.

PFFFBT!

Michael's face turned a deep red, embarrassed he passed gas right in front of his crush. But before he could say anything to her, he felt more tingling in his face, and his nose began to itch. Unable to scratch it, he let out a large sneeze…and felt his face stretch out, he could now see his nose when he looked down—it was white and his nostrils flared. He found his eyes stretching apart—his field of vision widening.

It was at that moment Laura stood up and walked over to the transforming boy. Michael was trembling and on the verge of tears when he turned to see Laura standing next to him.

“Laura…please…help meeneeeiiiiggggh!"

She smiled, rubbing her hands over his chest, making him feel a little more comforted. Before he could react, Laura gave Michael a rough shove, sending him onto all fours. He couldn't get back up, and the changes were progressing faster.

“Shhhh, it's almost over," Laura comforted.

Michael felt the hair surging down his neck, his tail growing longer, his heart racing at a hundred miles per hour. His entire body expanded in size: his shirt was reduced to shreds, jeans tearing and left in tatters, and his butt puffed out became huge, releasing another loud fart that tore the remains of his underwear off and sent the cloth flying. His cock extended, stretching to double its original length as it thickened and turned dark--his pubes morphing into the chestnut brown hair.

Finally, the coarse chest brown hair spread all the way down his legs, changing his feet to hooves and shredding his shoes and socks. He lifted his head to yell, but his voice was gone and a long whinny came out. In a matter of minutes, Michael had gone from an average young man to a chestnut horse.

Laura walked slowly to the new equine and tore off the remains of his clothes before placing a saddle on his back. Before Michael could flee or even react much, she had climbed onto his back. He grunted as he took the weight, she was heavier than he thought. She dug her heels into his sides, which triggered something in his mind, and he began to walk forward.

“I was never going to go out with you Michael. But you kept persisting: so I gave you an opportunity to earn my affection. Besides, haven't you always wanted to take me for a ride?"

Michael snorted in retort, this isn't what he wanted. He wanted to be turned back, but he had no voice to ask, only able to keep walking forward without any conscious input.

“My grandma owned this farm before I did," Laura said whimsically as her horse continued to trot down the field, “She left me a bowl of magic sugar before she died—she told me that it could be used to make me a horse if I was ever lonely…all these years later and I finally understand what she meant."

Suddenly, Michael stopped in his tracks. Laura's ears perked as another loud fart escaped his backside. Michael desperately needed to use the bathroom, and without realizing it, he raised his tail and started to widen his anus. Before he could go, Laura bent down and whispered in his ear.

“Oh I wouldn't do that if I were you. The spell will wear off in an hour, but if you poop before then, you'll be stuck as a horse forever."

Michael's heart jumped, and with some effort, managed to lower his tail. His bowels were already grumbling and he could feel the shit compacting his bowels, how could hold it in for a whole half-hour?! The horse shook his head, he was going to hold it in, and he was going to be human again—this was some kind of test, maybe if he passed, Laura would go out with him!

“So, you're gonna try and keep it in? That's fine by me, but it would sure feel good to let it all out…" Laura said seductively as she rubbed Michael's horse butt.

It loosened him up just a bit and a small gas bubble popped, and despite trying to keep his sphincter shut as best as he could, another loud fart slipped out that made his ass vibrate.

PHBBT!

Laura rode her new horse for a good ten minutes, Michael struggling as time went on. He was beginning to sweat; he didn't know how much longer he could hold it in, the manure was pressing against his tailhole with each step he took. They rode around the fields for what felt like forever, only sheer willpower keeping Michael from dropping his load right then and there. Finally, Laura got off and led him to the barn—it surely had to have been an hour by now! All he had to do was just stand there and concentrate for however much longer and the magic would wear off.

When Michael arrived at the stables his eyes widened in horror, all of the other horses were defecating without care, their tails raised and letting their smelly feces plop onto the hay floor. The smell invaded his nostrils again and there was no way for him to cover his nose. Worse yet, Michael felt his own tail lift up again and the load started shifting, but he quickly regained his senses and brought it back down. Laura giggled at the sight.

“Now you go have fun, I'll be back with a surprise…" she said as she left Michael in a stable and exited the barn.

He was left awkwardly standing in a stable as all of the other horses immediately stopped defecating and stared at him. Michael blushed, he hated being stared at, and his nervousness caused him to rip another one.

FLLLBBBRT!

That's when the horses started laughing at him, neighing and whinnying loudly at his expense. Michael's nervousness made him lift his tail again, the poop desperate to escape, the top of the log began turtle-heading. But still he held on, shaking and trembling, shifting and stamping to stop it from happening. The new horse didn't know how much longer he could keep this up, but he didn't want to be this way forever—why was time moving so slowly?!

His horse ears flicked as he heard the door to the barn slide open. Laura walked up to him carrying a large bowl. His heart dropped and his eyes widened in horror--it was full of prunes.

“Snack time! Prunes are full of fiber, and they're good for bowel movements!" Laura said cheerily. The thought of eating anything was unbearable…he prayed that the deadline would arrive any moment now.

Laura witnessed the new horse shaking with his eyes closed, resisting the urge to lift his tail. She walked over behind him and slapped his ass hard.

Another fart escaped; he couldn't hold it in anymore, and his tail shot up instantly.

PLLLLLBT!

“NEEEEIIIIIIIGH!"

Several large logs of horse manure began to squeeze out, landing on the hay with a heavy thud. The load was massive, Micheal couldn't stop himself from pushing as hard as he could--the greenish brown shit was falling at a rapid pace and creating a huge stinking pile in the center of the barn. Another hot fart escaped, along with a few balls before the horse sighed in relief. In that moment he felt a warm surge pulsing through his body before it faded. He was now stuck as a horse for the rest of his life.

“Oof, two minutes short, ah well you look better like this anyways."

The weight that would never be human again settled on Michael's mind, and he hung his head in despair. Laura came up and kissed her new equine on the cheek. Michael blushed, that was the first time she had ever kissed him before.

“Being a horse won't be so bad, I promise I'll take good care of you"

The former human realized that this was the closest he was ever going to get to Laura. He supposed it wasn't so bad, he felt strong in this new body, like he could run for miles without getting tired. He could spend every day with her, she would feed and house him, and in this form she finally loved him back. He nodded to indicate that he accepted his fate.

“Good boy," Laura said as she fed him the prunes. They tasted sweet, better than when he had been human. Afterwhich she climbed onto his back and took him back out into the fields.

Breathing in the fresh air, the horse accepted his new body and with the girl of his dreams on his back, he strutted forward into his new life.