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Taking Shape in a New Body

Part two of two

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by ChironTheAscendant

With the transformation clearly complete, he set the hair down carefully on the cloth again and folded it back up to keep it safe, even if he could, most likely, get more if ever required. Charlie was already sure he was going to want to transform into Darren again and again. He ran his hands over his body, feeling up his chest and the hard, unyielding muscle, even pressing his fingers keenly into his belly to feel the pushback of his abs there. Everything about him oozed masculinity and an easy sense of power, despite Darren’s age. Being older with a beard and flecks of grey in his hair had not made Darren weaker by any means.

He grunted and licked his lips, the constriction in his chest fading as he snorted heavily. His cock throbbed, demanding attention – and why should he not give it such attention while he was there? Cautiously, Charlie stumbled backwards, moving awkwardly with larger, more ungainly hooves that would take some time to work out, but he didn’t need to understand how to walk in Darren’s body instantly.

All he had to do was to close his fingers around the throbbing meat of that huge cock and stroke. He moaned, lips parted, ears splaying out, admiring himself even then in the mirror. It didn’t feel like him and yet every last little sensation was his to take, a throb of desire rolling tangentially through him as thick spurts of pre-cum oozed from his cock tip.

I look amazing… He thought, though his thoughts came a lot more sluggishly than he was used to, even when he was turned on and in his own body. Darren… Oh, I wish I could tell you what I really think about you.

_ _

He’d only, of course, have good things to say about Darren as he pumped the draft stallion’s cock on his own body, the skin of his shaft shifting lightly along with the pull of his eager hand. A little pre-cum caught under his palm and smeared along his fingers, allowing him a little lubrication to be getting along with. That helped somewhat, yet he couldn’t bear allow his hand to break contact with his cock now that he’d begun.

That time, there were no fantasies about doing things to Darren or having things done to him – not when he had the entirety of Darren’s body right there and on display, everything he could play with. He didn’t have to wonder just what Darren’s quads would feel under his hands, or even his glutes, as he greedily drank in all sensation for himself, squeezing his own body and shuddering in raw delight at the sensory feedback making his cock twitch and drool. He grunted, experimenting and pleasing his new body, even if the transformation was temporary. Charlie had not known it was possible to be as horny as Darren was, but perhaps that was all part of being male – really masculine, like Darren was.

He wasn’t like that…but Darren was. And that was something Charlie could lean into as he moaned, but it was a deeper sound still, rolling over his tongue like it belonged there. He wanted it to stay too, ears twitching, relishing in every push of his hand up and down the length of his throbbing dick, aching for the moment to drag out and out and out.

He didn’t yet want to leave it, though there was only so much a powerful, virile stallion could do to hold back. Licking his lips, the moisture dried with the waft of his breath, nostrils working overtime to helping him drag all the air into his lungs that he could. He felt like he needed it, his broad chest expanding with every needy snatch of air, yet it was all for the stallion to take in a moment that was entirely his own.

So, he pressed on, pumping his cock and watching his flesh in fascination, lip twitching as if he wanted to curl the upper one back and sift through the scents in the air. He did not, however, eyeing up his throbbing member as he stroked it more and more roughly, revelling in how his body stood up even to that rougher treatment. He was sure he would have been a lot more sensitive if he was just Charlie in his normal body – but that, funnily enough, didn’t feel like something he had to worry about at all anymore.

If he could explore transformation…was there anything, with his new power, he couldn’t do?

Charlie pushed the thought from his mind. Or, rather, his need did. Flooding through him, it heaved against any restraints or barriers he may have constructed to hold it back, like a deluge of cum swamping any rational thought. The stallion grunted and rubbed the back of his hand across his face, tail twitching where it caught under his buttocks. Yet his eyes fixed hungrily on the masculine body in the mirror, drinking just how his muscles twitched and contracted, even the grey in his mane and beard adding to his arousal.

He couldn’t and wouldn’t hold himself back, not when everything felt as good as it did. Grunting, he curled forward a little over his own body, yet the stallion was too caught up in the moment to care. All he could focus on was how his body trembled, muscles tensing in a way that simply didn’t feel like it would have been possible before. He let out a throaty nicker once again as pre-cum drooled down the length of his throbbing shaft, only to be caught by his hand as his pace sped up.

“Unff…”

Something lurched inside Charlie and the stallion could hold back no more as he kept his eyes on the reflection, his body but not his body at the same time. A load erupted from his cock and he jolted in acceptance of it, pleasure hitting his mind a moment later.

He neighed, though the stallion didn’t have enough presence of mind to realise he was lucky the house was empty, still pumping his cock, not knowing what else to do. The splattering of cum lewdly shooting from his member in long, wet arcs was not to be stopped, a jet even reaching the mirror. His room was not that large, even if it was still a very impressive shot.

It was a bigger cum shot than anything Charlie could have produced in his own body and he shuddered there, standing as his tail flagged and lashed the air behind him. His cock tingled a bit, oversensitive, yet not so much that he felt he had to stop.

Not when the sexy stud of a stallion stared lusciously back at him from the mirror, all muscle and cock, balls swinging heavily with another load to be spilt. He spared them a thought as he continued to masturbate furiously, cupping and groping them without digging his fingers in too roughly. That would have been too much – and a body like his deserved to be treated with due reverence.

He wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

So, he kept going, angling his standing body a little so he could take in the swish of his tail and the contraction of his glutes. More, he needed more, though his lust just kept on going, having become the kind of stallion who had little refractory period and could go and go and go. Even in his lust-addled mind, snorting hotly, he doubted there was anything better as the slick sound of his hand sliding along the length of his shaft filled the air. Amongst the grunts and heaving snorts of a real stallion, it was exactly the sound he wanted to hear.

No words were needed, however, for it was only really Charlie there as he groped his body with his free hand, unwilling to let his cock free for even a moment. He ran his fingers through the thicker hair on his chest and grabbed a pec, squeezing it deliriously just to get a better sense of the contracting muscle just under the skin. The rounds of his shoulders proved more enticing still and he shuddered to think of just how much he could lift while packing that much muscle mass.

“Mmm… Oh…”

He groaned, eyes snapping wide, though he only saw himself in Darren’s body, humping the air, losing control. Again, orgasm gripped him and every spurt of cum he had to give splattered the mirror and the wall that time. He was only thankful they did not go high enough, purely from the angle of his dick, that they obscured his vision in any way, creamy rivulets of thick seed flowing down the mirror even as they tried to cling to it.

It was for him, all for him, as he let his cock rest only for a short while, his hands exploring. He sat back on the bed and rubbed his thighs, tensed his glutes, checking out all the little things that had passed his attention before. Even rubbing his fingers back through his mane and around the base of his ears felt different, every movement coming with a rougher, more masculine edge to it.

He couldn’t stop himself from going back to his cock, however, hardening right back up into his hand the moment that heated rush of arousal demanded attention once more. It was ravenous, like a wild beast that wanted something from him, and Charlie could only satisfy it.

That was what it was to be male, the version of masculinity he had always aspired to.

He huffed and grunted, rocking his hips as the bed squeaked under him, though one moment blurred into the next. It was about pleasure alone as he thrust and ground, pumping his dick with single-minded intent, like the rest of the world had simply ceased to exist. He watched himself, how his shoulders rounded, or even how he could push his shoulder blades back for a different view of himself, getting to admire Darren in a way he never had before.

Another orgasm ripped from him, even more powerful than the ones that had gone before. He bellowed a deep, resounding neigh that echoed through the entire house and beyond as he spent his load, his hungry, aching nuts still churning with an overload of desire. There was no stopping him as cum splattered across his room, Charlie too far gone to even care about the obscene mess he was making.

“One…more…”

Was it one more or several more? The stallion blinked, a smirk on his lips that would not have sat right there before. For he’d lost count of his climaxes, the afternoon wearing on around him, though it seemed he could have as many as he wanted. Sometimes, he took a break between orgasms, letting his cock rest for a moment, but it was not as if his length softened all that much. It barely even got half-hard when he let his attention wander, turning and posing in front of the mirror, groping his own body.

He cupped his nuts again, marvelling at their weight, but that only brought another surge of devout lust to him he had to bear witness to, nickering as he pumped his cock mightily all over again.

Eventually, however, with a mess to rival a horde of stallions around him, he had to concede defeat. Or not so much defeat, but just that a sense of warming satisfaction coursed through Charlie. With a half-surprised blink, he surveyed the mess of cum marking the room: the splatters going up the wall, a few shots on the ceiling, the soaked bed, the reign of semen covering the carpet. It would have to be taken care of, yet there was no concern at all in his mind for dealing with it at that point in time.

Finally, he’d got to admire and “please” Darren so he could really live out his fantasies. Even if he hadn’t had much to go on, all that Charlie had enjoyed had been more than enough there.

He licked his lips, chuckling a little, tension slipping from his shoulders. Sweat marked his body in damp patches, but it was no longer clean and crisp. Rising with a dirtier, muskier smell, it clung to him and he wrinkled his nostrils in distaste. Charlie’s chest heaved, still catching his breath, but he knew he’d be ready again for more in no time.

That was what it was to be a stallion, after all.

Ignoring the mess behind him, he headed naked down the hallway to shower off, his only thought being to clean himself up: it simply seemed logical. Tipping his head back into the warming stream (not too hot), he groaned in the back of his throat, letting the water slick down his thick mane as close to his neck as possible, forelock washing back from his face.

“Mmm… Yeah…” He grunted under his breath, a smile ghosting playfully around his lips. “That’s the stuff.”

It was strange, even then, to hear himself speak in Darren’s voice and, for a moment, he let himself believe he really was Darren. Had Darren had a marathon masturbation session like that anytime recently? He wished he knew, but a part of that session was to find out just how long the transformation lasted when he did the “ritual” correctly, though he was still experimenting.

As he washed off, soaping up and working through his hairy coat in a lather, his need rose again. His cock, again, had only gone half-hard as if it knew it would be wanted, but the increased testosterone was simply not to be denied. He snorted and arched his neck, smirking deeply, but Charlie already knew what he was going to do. At least, in the shower, it would be much easier to clean up, though he didn’t much like the idea too of all that virile seed simply being washed away down the shower drain.

It needed to be used, not wasted. But that was not his choice to make as he lost himself, once again, in stroking his cock. It felt right under his hand and he felt more stable in his body after masturbating for so long too. Rocking his hips, he licked his lips, holding his hand steadier to thrust into the clasp of his fingers, grinding over his palm. The head drooled pre-cum, but he was used to that by that point.

Maybe Darren is always drooling like this? Charlie thought dreamily. Maybe all this is what he gets to experience…all the time.

_ _

He wouldn’t have minded having that for his own too as he grunted and stroked his cock, moving as he thrust into his hand. Experimenting with different grips was one thing – yet his mind went back to his body and all his new muscles too swiftly. Leaning back against the cool wall of the shower, Charlie let the water pour over his powerful frame as he clenched his teeth, willing ecstasy to swell within him all over again.

It kept him coming back, wanting to mount, wanting to thrust, dealing with desires that had by no means been that strong when Charlie had been in his own body. He nipped at his lip and swished the sodden mass of his tail, barely even recognising the motion.

Arousal had to be paid due mind, tended to, he thought dimly, the rushing hiss of the shower filling his twitching ears. But he needed more, to have another orgasm, to feel all over again what it was to be the stallion he’d always wanted to be.

Maybe that was something of an over-exaggeration, although lust ruled his thoughts at that time and there was little, honestly, Charlie felt he could do about it. His cock throbbed within his grasp, a bigger pump of blood and desire than he could ever have matched up to before, but he was right where he needed to be.

Thrusting and grinding, he let passion take him as he revelled in being Darren. For a while, even though he was no longer looking at his reflection, slamming the flat of his hand into the back wall of the shower as he changed position, he was no longer Charlie. Charlie was somewhere else as Darren spent his lust, thrusting and roughly fucking his own hand to orgasm. Swapping to shoving his right shoulder into the wall, he fumbled, trying to use both hands on his cock at once while balancing awkwardly.

Desire demanded it, even as he humped and ground, panting heavily, his muscular chest rising and falling with every delirious snatch of air. He needed it, the shower a little slippery under his bare hooves, though he spread them apart and clenched his glutes, bracing and steadying himself. With a body as powerful as that, it was all so very much easier than he could ever have imagined.

“Unff… Come on…” He growled to himself, his voice lower and raspier with spittle in the back of his mouth. “Just a little more… Come on…”

He egged himself on, leaning into his fantasy, revelling in the subtle thrum of power coursing through him. With his free hand grasping at his pumping arm, he felt up his muscles, though it was still Darren he kept in mind, as if the stallion was there watching him, letting him adore his body visually as well as Charlie “borrowing” his form for a while in transformation.

The stallion grunted and stomped, splashing up water. If he was grinding up against another cock right then and there, he was sure he would dwarf them, that he would be the stud with the virility to spare. He licked his lips and smirked faintly as he imagined frotting Darren…as Darren. Two stud stallions with their cocks grinding against one another, drooling so much pre-cum that they rivalled the orgasms of lesser males.

Huffing and panting, his nostrils flared demandingly, cock twitching with pulses of blood and need in his grip. He had to cum, yes, but he was ever aware of how large his muscles were, how much strength was contained within them.

Exactly what he wanted.

Exactly what he needed.

He neighed, the sound echoing and bouncing back at him from the walls of the shower, squeezing his cock so hard it was almost difficult to thrust. Difficult but not impossible. Charlie lost control all over again, blowing a load as ecstasy swamped his mind, even if it didn’t soften his arousal all that much. No matter how many climaxes he had, that increased desire and lust was still there, still clawing at the back of his mind and telling him he needed to do something about it.

It was a desire Charlie was very keen to fulfil, even as he humped his hips like a wild stud through orgasm, erratic arcs of cum splattering into the shower, pouring down the walls. He practically hosed it down, eyes closed and then snapping open again, wanting, even then, to bear witness to his own might and virility. After all, he’d been wanting it for so long, he wouldn’t have wanted to miss out on a single moment, now that he finally had it within his grasp.

Charlie panted heavily, though was grateful for the shower to wash away the musk of sweaty stallion. Even that seemed more pungent as his head, slowly, cleared and he came back to a sense of his own reality. His body ached pleasantly, cock half-hard in his hand in the aftermath, and he spared a smile at how his level of vision was higher in the shower, matching Darren’s height, of course. It was weird to view the world from a different angle, but he was still where he needed to be, chest heaving as he grunted and panted.

However…his transformation could not last forever. He wanted to stay there even as he wavered, somewhat drifting back and forth from one side to the other. His heart beat quicker, but he knew too it would be even more problematic if he remained in that form and didn’t return to himself.

Charlie didn’t want to be himself yet though, even if there was nothing wrong, truly, with how he was.

His muscles, slowly, deflated, easing down, strength slipping from him, though the stallion didn’t feel like he was losing himself. He glanced down, watching the last swirls of cum pour down the drain, washed away by the water that was still running nice and hot. Charlie leaned into that as he raised his arms, watching the hair on his arms slowly, so very patiently, shift from that deep bay to white, though it all came in a sprinkling of hairs.

His detransformation, much like his initial transformation, was slow and patient, taking place at the same rate as the first had. There was no rush, after all, as he let out a throaty nicker that was not as deep as his previous one, leaving another little sliver of Darren behind, despite everything. Leaning on the wall, Charlie snuffled wetly, water clinging around the edge of his nostrils.

It was all so tactile, sensation sinking into him as he let the moment roll through him, feeling his body soften. The edges of hard muscle eased and he ran his hands over his chest, feeling how his pecs didn’t have as much definition before. The abs softened strangely, making him feel a little weaker there as he tracked his transformation back, even his obliques easing and smoothing down where they had made defined, sharp lines.

There was no stopping it and the stallion looked down at his cock, though it was not really his cock anymore. It would only be his shaft when it was all the way back down to normal, but he didn’t want to rush that along in the slightest. He could still enjoy that moment, how it tingled through him and more white hairs spread all over his body, reminding him of who he had been, of who he was.

But he was still Charlie and he had revealed that so many doors were open to him with his newfound transformation powers. That was hardly a gift just anyone had and he had to be grateful for that.

His hooves pressed in, shrinking. That was one of the strangest sensations, as he had not paid due attention to how they had bulked up before, adding more firm layers and a larger frog to the underside. It was as if he was losing sensation and connection with the floor under him as his hooves slowly became lighter and more delicate again, but he still exhaled, controlling his transformation.

Breathe… Easy…

_ _

He calmed himself, letting it all come nicely and smoothly, for there was nothing else he could do. He reminded himself all over again that he could just let the transformation come again: he still had that hair, after all. And there were other transformations to take on too, not just of his adopted father.

He respected the stallion so much and Charlie nickered at the notion of getting to, at the very least, live out his fantasies like that, in Darren’s body. It was different to what he may have wanted initially, but the stallion moaned aloud and let it all come. He was merely grateful for it.

His thighs softened and his fingertips grazed them, pressing in and indenting the softer flesh there. Muscle melted seamlessly into fat and he blinked, his vision blurring ever so slightly as he came down a little in height. It was strange, like he couldn’t quite focus on things, ears twitching back and forth, though even the petal-like shapes had to ease down a little too, becoming lighter and more delicate than before.

Yet everything happened in proportion and Charlie stood tall, getting his balance with one hand thrown out. He had to get used to that part, he told himself, for he intended to have many, many more transformations again going forward. He had to learn and he had to experiment, but the stallion couldn’t envision all the possibilities at that moment in time.

There was a sense of weakness as he adjusted to a lower volume of muscle mass on his body, rolling his shoulders back and finding that they no longer had as much shape to them. That was a shape and he brushed his fingers over his cock, which was softening slightly, losing that additional testosterone.

That, and the muscle, was one part of Darren he didn’t want to lose. If he could have kept one part, he would have been torn between a particular muscle group of Darren’s and his cock – even though that wouldn’t have actually made all that much practical sense. His cock drooped more and more, the skin growing slightly more wrinkly as everything eased, though he was okay right where he was as he braced his hooves apart a little on the bare floor of the shower.

His tail lost volume too and that was even more obvious as it couldn’t hold the volume of water it had before. He tried to flick it and found it was a lot easier to move than before, the velvety underside of his dock aching a little as the heavier hair fell away.

Where does it go? He wondered. When I transform back?

_ _

There were so many things he could do, though his chest heaved, the detransformation requiring energy from him even then. He wasn’t even thinking straight and he rocked his hips, wanting that sense of need and desire back. He wanted to be powerful and virile, for his cock to shoot jet after jet of thick, creamy seed, watching it paint the walls, hosing everything down with the true essence of a stallion.

That was what Charlie focused on, knowing he could come back to it whenever he was ready. All it would take would be a little hair, no more than that. He licked his lips, though even they felt lighter and lither, forcing him to pause to run his tongue between them. He swept his tongue from side to side, though there were few changes to come there, flattening and little and narrowing but no more than that.

His skull briefly ached as it reshaped itself, no longer presenting with that Roman nose of a draft horse and giving him his more delicate Arabian horse features back. Charlie tried a smile, but the pull of his lips felt strange to him, even though he was only returning to his usual form.

Soon… I’ll be Darren again, he promised himself. I’ll take on everything I want and see just how far this goes.

_ _

His nostrils flared and the lingering scent of seed rushed into his nostrils. Unfortunately for Charlie, his cock didn’t respond in the same way as before, merely twitching, though there was still a normal level of arousal there. The thing was, after so many orgasms, he was entirely satisfied.

Darren would not have been satisfied. And that thought excited Charlie more than he understood in himself.

He shook his head slowly, his mane becoming lighter against his neck, but that was more difficult to judge as it grew thinner, with the water plastering it to his slimmer neck. The arch of his neck grew more delicate and pronounced, muscle falling away as he exhaled heavily, eyelids fluttering and droplets of water clinging to his eyelashes.

Finally, the last notes of detransformation simmered through him, his balls shrank fully. The skin of the sack pulled tighter around them and he lost the heaviness of them, feeling more settled in his own body. Maybe they were that last little thing that needed to change for him to feel like himself again, even if Charlie was not all that sure he understood fully how his transformation worked.

That was just something more for him to experiment with, of course, and the stallion’s tail flagged more happily as he thought ahead, to everything he could play with. Sure, there was still a nagging pull of guilt in the back of his mind that he shouldn’t have been taking on the forms of others to masturbate as them…but how could he not? Charlie was sure there was barely a soul in the world who would not have been tempted by such an act. It was not as if anyone else would ever find out about what he was doing, after all, and that was just the way the stallion wanted it to be.

For the time being, he’d keep his transformations close to his heart, all so he didn’t have to consider what would happen if he was found out, if he was caught at any time.

His chest heaved in the aftermath, suddenly feeling a great deal more solid and weighty in his form than he had before. He turned his hands over, inspecting his arms, but there was nothing there but the bright gleam of white hair. With his cock soft and his balls feeling like they were even more tucked back, just from how they hung, than before, there was not a hint of Darren remaining in him.

Charlie gasped for breath and pressed a hand to his smaller chest, washing off as quickly as he could, though it was hard not to let his hands keep wandering over his body. He wanted to feel the difference in him, all those changes, what had come to pass that could never again go back to the way it was. Even if he had changed back, of course, his mind was already running amok with thoughts of all he could do.

His lips stretched into a wide, goofy grin as he shifted his weight back and forth, from hip to hip, unable to stop himself from doing a cheeky little jig. It was so strange…and yet Charlie could not even be afraid of his powers anymore, even though they were hardly something normal, not in the slightest.

There was another equine in the house, after all, who was the perfect next candidate for him to test out the transformation fully with, having only used a little hair before to test things out from Jessica’s hairbrushes. It was risky, of course, but it would be even riskier for him to use hair from someone else, for they would freak out, surely, if they came home and found a stranger in their home.

The logistics of how him experimenting with transformations could wait, as far as he was concerned. It was better to tip his head back all the way and let the hot water wash away his sweat, lips still tugging up in a grin.

There would never again be any going back, feeling his chest again and running his hand down his slim waist. He couldn’t change or undo what he had uncovered…and Charlie never would have wanted to.

In endless transformations, Charlie could only think of finding time alone again so he could experiment more…