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The Major's New Herd

The gray haired Major would be goddamned before he let go of the land and the way of life that he had earned. He had fought in the wars, and the natives surrendered or fled, they signed treaties and sold their land: wild land, but fertile land that he had used to create a booming cotton plantation. The times had been good, but now they were changing, and yields were dropping. He had been happy, with a blooming family, but ten years ago, his wife Patricia had died when cholera swept through the crop lands. The doctor's said it was all of the standing water from the irrigation, but that didn't make a lick of sense to the Major. He'd grown up near a lake, and never been sick a day in his life. It was probably just the land itself. This whole place had been worthless before he owned it, and he wasn't about to let it beat him.

Now he was left with his only son, Alvin, who had changed from a bawling baby to a brown haired young man of nineteen in what seemed like a blink of an eye. The Major didn't really know what to do with the child personally, but made sure that he was taught by the finest tutors around. The Major personally checked that the plantation was running properly, riding about the fields on his prize piebald stallion with his old infantry pistol on his hip. But despite his constant vigilance, the field was producing less and less every year. Rotating crops didn't seem to have any impact, and the cotton that would grow was coming in small and sickly, the fields themselves seeming to turn against him.

It didn't help that one of the sore losers had come on to his own property to threaten him. He could remember the old shaman's papery wrinkled skin and the feathers woven in her braided gray hair. The old Indian standing on his porch had made his entire house smell like a tannery. Her words were like gravel, her English broken at best, but he could still clearly remember every syllable.

"You have raped this land, used its bountiful fertility for your own purpose. You must leave this place. The land will restore balance . . ."

He had pulled his gun, an imposing wall of a white man in a white suit, but her expression was anything but afraid, her old hunched form staring up at him. If the Major could say one thing about the natives, they weren't cowards.

"The land will restore balance whether you are here or not. If you are, it will sweep you away, and you will join the herd of the lands. This is merely a warning. If you don't leave, the mists will come, and you will join them and their thundering hooves as they repair the damage that you have done."

The Major had expected some sort of confrontation, but the shriveled old woman had then simply turned and hobbled away, large gnarled stick steadily clacking against the gravel of his drive even as he shouted at her turned back. Who did she think she was. It wasn't like the natives could do any better. This area was useless before he moved in, and now it was prosperous. He looked out through his window at his workers tending the fields. It was almost time to get back to planting, and they were there, barefoot and dressed in sackcloth, turning this into god's own civilized country.

* * *

Days later, the Major sat in his foyer with a glass of whiskey in one hand, rocking his chair back and staring out from his bay windows, still wearing one of the white suits that Patricia had tailored for him. The weather was becoming overcast, and as the clouds slowly lowered, the light became diffuse and gray. Soon, the Major couldn't even see his workers anymore, just an oppressive wall of haze that seemed to cling to his windows like the shroud draped over a coffin.

That was when the noises started. It seemed just like any other spring storm at first, a low rumble in the distance. But the air wasn't wet, and the rumble didn't cease. It grew louder and louder, as if thousands of hooves were striking the earth in a chaotic rising crescendo. Getting to his feet, the Major strode over to the fireplace and grabbed the rifle from atop the mantle, spitting in the ashes as he sneered. It reminded him of the war: hooves thundering against the ground, shots punctuating the noise with deadly interjections. It made his blood pump like it hadn't in twenty years as he loaded up the gun and strode towards the wall of white that waited outside of his front door. He could hear a fight brewing out there, people's screams, and the sounds of horses whinnying, grunting and neighing out louder and louder.

Must be thieves . . . Or Indians.

"Father . . ." Alvin's voice made the Major pause, looking back, one hand on the brass door knob leading towards the ruckus on his plantation. "What's going on?" Even though the boy was almost twenty, his voice still sounded high-pitched and weak to the Major's ears. He'd hired folks to teach his boy to ride and shoot, but he still sounded like a frightened child.

"Just a few fellers what are trying to take what's not theirs more'n likely." The Major tightened his grip on his weapon. "Don't you be worrying about it."

"But I can help!" Alvin spoke up. "Let me go with you." He was lacing up his brown boots, brown unkempt hair falling over his face.

The Major stopped for a moment. Sometimes he let Alvin ride along with him on his patrols of the plantation. But the boy didn't seem to have any sense, asking the stupidest questions along the lines of why there were people working shirtless in the fields while there was plenty of extra cotton in the house. Alvin never seemed to understand the answer that this land and all of its bounty was theirs, and theirs alone. "No, boy. You stay here. Hold down the fort."

"I'm coming with you!" Alvin strode up being his father, his lower lip sticking out with a defiant and yet childish obstinacy.

"Mark!" The Major shouted into the kitchen. "Git yer ass in here." The foreign caretaker of the house rounded the corner almost immediately, dressed in a city slicker's waistcoat and white shirt as he always was.

"Sir?" He stood at smart attention, even though his eyes darted towards the opaque whiteness at the window and the strange noises outside.

"Take care o' the child." The Major grunted, opening up the door.

"But, father!" Alvan protested, clenching his hands into fists.

"No buts. I'm yer father and you'll do as I say." The Major nodded as he watched the caretaker walk behind Alvin and rest a hand on his shoulder.

"As you wish, sir. Come, master Alvin. We can retire to the drawing room." The butler looked back as the Major strode out and closed the door behind himself. He swore that he could see wisps of whiteness curl in the air as if trying to reach inside. Both Mark and his employer's son could smell the odd earthy aroma that came with the strange fog, deep, but also rife with a strange animal musk that was reminiscent of a stable, but not entirely unpleasant.

"I can help though!" Alvin shouted at the door as it creaked shut. "There's something happening out there . . ."

"I'm sure there is, master Alvin. Your father has a good amount of experience fighting for this land." He tightened his grip on the slightly shorter young man's shoulder and steered him back away from the door.

"I can fight though. Mr. James taught me how to hunt." Alvin pulled back against his handler's grip.

"Shooting a gun, and killing a man are entirely different things." The head servant chided. "And I think your father only wants you exposed to one of them."

Their conversation faded with the whining complaints of Alvin as the butler led them back into the house. But even their voices couldn't cover up the noises that were coming from outside the estate. The thundering had died down, replaced by the sounds of horses, low snorts and high whinnying peals. It didn't sound like the beasts were afraid or in pain though, more like they were just let out to pasture for the first time for weeks. The cacophony of animal noises were almost enough to cover up the sharp retorts of gunfire that echoed through the clinging mists . . .

* * *

The Major squinted as he strode through the mists. He could hear people out there in the fog, but their voices seemed drowned out by the increasingly prevalent equine squeals. His overseers were tough men: people who had fought in the wars, but as he shouted out, he got nothing in response other then the braying notes of equine distress. Scanning the fields, he saw a vague and shadowy figure moving towards him in the distance. Raising the butt of his rifle to the crook of his shoulders, he lined up the iron sights. He shouted out a warning. Whatever it was, it was big, lumbering slowly towards him. Its gait was strange, with a spring in its step that the Major had never seen in all of his days.

The Major had had about enough of this, and if it wasn't going to stop, it didn't deserve to live. He exhaled, pulling the trigger with a crack, not even flinching as the bullet whistled out towards the lumbering trespasser. The creature didn't even flinch. Spitting with a scowl, the Major drew his pistol and slung his rifle over his back. He was sure he had hit it . . . but it must have been this blasted fog. Where were his men? Swearing, he began to run forwards, pistol cocked. He wasn't about to allow any of these cocksuckers take his land from him.

The looming shadow only seemed to grow as it stomped nearer, a good head an a half taller than the Major, who was not a small man in any respect. His blood boiled in his veins, the thrill of battle returning as he breathed in lungfuls of the powerfully musky air. Shouting as he dashed forwards, he leveled his pistol, barreling towards the interloper. But with every step he got closer, the figure became stranger and stranger. It was clad in dappled gray and black furs, and wearing a horses head as a hat. There was even a horse's tail that swished behind it as it trotted up to face the Major. As the distance between them shrank, all of it seemed less and less human, like the furs were its skin, and the huge equine snout was actually its head, nostrils flaring as the human charged towards it.

The grip of his pistol kicked in his hand as the Major took his shot at nearly point blank, his face twisting into a sneer of victory while he was sure his shot found its mark. But instead of falling, the creature merely reached out, massive arms wrapping around the Major as his comparatively paltry form smashed into the solid muscular form of the mist-born creature.

Letting out a muffled shout, the Major felt arms as wide as willow trunks wrap around him, pulling him tight against a bristly wall of horseflesh. His pistol clattered to the plowed earth below as he struggled, looking up and seeing the calm placid eyes of a horse looking down at him. The creature was like a beast and a man mixed into a single entity, its muscular form mostly human, while its head was almost fully equine. Its wide hooves sank braced against the turned soil as it stroked the Major's back almost tenderly, rubbing its chest against him with evident amorous intent.

The Major balled his hands into fists and tried striking the creature, but it was completely unfazed, continuing to rub its musky body against him as if the blows were little more than leaves blown on the wind. Looking up into those eyes . . . the Major immediately regretted his actions, a strange sensation like guilt rising in the back of his mind. They were so deep, and oddly familiar, like he had been close to them before. Nothing with eyes like that would ever dream of hurting him. The horse-man rubbed its body against him, rocking its hips as its blunt three-fingered hoof-hands kneaded at his shoulders. The veteran found himself completely lost as the virile musk of the animal seeped into his senses, deep and rich, irresistibly alluring. It made the thoughts of fighting seep from his mind like rendered molasses, soon replaced by budding animal instinct.

Something warm and soft was rubbing against his chest, poking up under his chin as it throbbed longer. The Major looked down, eyes crossing at the fleshy flared tip of the inhuman arm-sized maleness that was rising up from between the creature's legs. He could feel it pulsing, throbbing with the beat of the mighty creature's heart, pulsing in time to the thrum of the very earth under them. It should have been disgusting, as the Major had never once in his life been close to another man, much less horses, however there was something so very admirable about this noble equine's masculinity. It would be a travesty to feel anything other than blessed by its colossal throbbing presence.

The glistening blunt cockhead rubbed warm slickness against his chin, heady odor engulfing him as the horse creature spread its wide fingers over the back of the confused Major's head, guiding him down so that his lips rest against the tip of that throbbing mottled dark and pink fleshed stallion shaft. It was the most natural thing in the world to open his jaws achingly wide, letting the flared fleshy pink tip smear glistening pre over his lips before sliding in, occupying all of the space in his pathetically small human mouth. The gray blotchy piebald stallion whickered in encouragement, thick hard fingers massaging at the back of the lost man's skull, running through his hair as it pulled back from oily gray into glossy brown fur with a black mane that began to run down his neck under his tightening white collar.

The Major reached out and stroked his hands up and down the soft pulsing flesh of the horse's cock almost absentmindedly, feeling the tip lodged in his mouth buck and spurt out salty pre. His heart was still pounding, but the thrill of the battle had morphed into something else completely, his blood boiling with inexplicable passion rather than anger. The stallion's heavy plump pendulous testes tensed as it shuddered, hands pulling out the Major's ears into flickering equine points as he nursed on the addictive pulsing length. The human's head began to warp just as his mind did, skull pressing out as his thoughts were subsumed by male animal virility. His teeth flattened and his jaws ached as they stretched out, lips thickening and rolling back as he was able to cram more and more of the delicious horse cock into his mouth.

The seams of the Major's white suit were all bulging, tearing in great halting rents as his body swelled with new-found animal muscles. As his human trappings began to fall away, his chestnut hide thickened, covered in smooth fur that prickled as the piebald stallion reached down and stroked a thick hard hand over his broadening chest, squeezing at his taut darkening nipples. The Major's mind was awash in sensation, all of his pride for his land being funneled into raw animal desire as he sucked wildly at the thick salty shaft lodged in his deepening gullet. His nostrils widened and flared, huffing with a snort as they pulled apart at the end of his muzzle, dusted with dark velvet as they drew in the raw masculine reek of the perfect creature before him.

His fingers popped as they thickened, merging into three solid digits with heavy black enamel tips as he stroked at the length of the beast's shaft, one hand reaching down to squeeze at its hefty balls longingly as his tongue caressed the throbbing flat tip of the huge cock. The stallion nickered, one hoof pawing at the ground as its shaft shuddered. Tossing its head, tail swishing behind it, a whinny rang out as it tensed and a surge of white hot liquid virility surged out, splashing into the Major's hungry developing muzzle.

The heady animal taste overwhelmed the changing human's senses as his bones creaked and he surged larger. His pressed trousers split, a tail wrenching out from behind as his cock surged out from the front, pulsing longer and thicker with each mouthful of sweet masculinity that he sucked down, cock head flattening into a sensitive throbbing flare. With every gulp, his balls swelled, taut against his darkening scrotum, rapidly filled with virility that throbbed and demanded release. His humanity faded away, forgotten in the rush of wild bliss as he stepped from his shoes, heels rising up as his toes condensed into proper solid hooves that sank into the tilled earth below him. Not his land, but the land of the earth itself. His cheeks bulged as he tossed his animal head back, letting the last few spurts of hot horse-cum splatter out cover his furry chest and muzzle.

The new chestnut stallion stood panting, a string of cum dripping from his thick equine lips, tail shaking behind him in small twitches. This land had been abused, its fertility eroded by overuse. There needed to be a balance, and they were all here to provide that masculine counterweight. The Major licked his lips as the piebald leaned down and kissed his forehead, welcoming him to the herd. The gray spotted stallion then turned and bent over, tail swishing to the side and revealing its raised puffy equine anus, dark skin quivering as it looked over its shoulder with beckoning eyes at the newest member of the herd.

The creature that had once been the Major huffed, ears twitching. The idea of resisting never even filtered through his altered mind. His nostrils huffed as he leaned in, pressing his velveteen nose up against the piebald's rear and huffing in his scent and the scents of the others in the herd who had used him previously. Lapping out at the pliant quivering asshole, the wispy hair of the gray stallion's tail batted his face as his rubbery lips grasped in at the raised anus before sinking his wide tongue into that tight hole, feeling it clench and writhe around him. He just couldn't help but to bury his face between the sculpted cheeks of the stallion's sexy ass.

There was no thought involved as he pulled back, instincts carrying the Major forwards as he lined up the flared tip of his now hefty throbbing cock with the stallion's glistening hole. His wide hoof-hands wrapped around the sexy creature's waist and he pulled himself forwards, sinking balls-deep in a single drawn out shove. Feeling that wild powerful ass clench around every inch of his powerful dappled stallion-hood was overwhelming, pleasure welling up as his heavy testicles tightened, bulging larger as they slapped against the other stallion's own while he thrust in again and again in lovingly savage bursts of motion.

The chestnut stallion's tail raised, his hooves straining back against the ground as he came, loosing hot ropes of thick seed into the gray horse's wrenching ass. His breath rushed out as a huffing whinny while he continued to thrust, tugging up at the other stallion's tail, causing its stretched passage to jerk and squeeze around him. The gray equine joined in in his jubilation, heavy cock jerking and splashing the ground with steaming gouts of heady virile essence. The cum almost seemed to evaporate, sinking into the overworked land and preparing it to return to nature. The two stallions continued with unending stamina, sowing the land with their seed. The once-Major's thoughts bubbled away, completely engulfed by raw animal need and the ceaseless desire to make love with the other shining examples of equine masculinity that roamed the musky mists, and also to increase the size of their growing herd . . .

* * *

Alvin pressed his face against the cool pane of the window, barely able to see the ground from the second story of the estate through the thick fog. They had all heard the gunshots, but none of the staff had dared to set foot outside of the door . . .

None of the others had heard his father's voice either . . . He swore he had heard the words, asking, begging him for help: coaxing him to go out into the mists and save the Major. When Alvin had tried, Mark had locked him in his room like some kind of petulant child. But Alvin was an adult, and the son of a war hero. He wasn't about to let his father die out there alone and unaided.

Although he hadn't done it since he was much younger, it was still easy to climb out through the window, the heady mists making his skin tingle as he carefully shimmied down one of the supports for the front porch. He imagined that the sounds of squealing horses in the distance were the chargers of his father's men, routing the enemy, but they didn't sound exactly what he had imagined: whickering grunts and the sounds of heavy bodies colliding over and over again.

The fields seemed foreign. The usually dry and dusty soil seemed moist and a strangely masculine deep earthy smell hung in the air as Alvin strode forwards into the mists. His calls for his father seemed to be swallowed up by the cool fog, even though he swore that he could hear his father's voice calling to him, just constantly on the edge of comprehension. But the sounds changed, and as the Major's son strode forwards, he could hear equine snorting and a wet repetitive thud, like two bodies rocking together again and again, obviously locked in life-or-death combat.

Alvin's feet flew as he abandoned all caution and barreled forwards, shouting his father's name. He could see two figures there, hazy spots amidst the swirling white of the fields. One was grabbing the other as it struggled, arms wrapped around it as they both made the low guttural noises of warfare. His father must be the one with the upper hand: no one had ever beat the Major in a fight, and Alvin was sure that no one was going to. But as he got closer and closer, it just started to look . . . wrong. The forms loomed larger and larger, far taller and broader than a human could ever hope to be. The thought of such colossal figures made his nose tingle as he gasped in ragged breaths of the almost luminous earthy and virile scent, making his lungs thrum and throb with strange anticipation.

The two figures were getting closer and closer to the climax of their martial exertions. Alvin shouted as he saw them both reel back, a loud shuddering equine whinny filling the air as he finally reached close enough to see clearly. His breakneck pace faltered at what he saw, brows furrowing as his eyes went wide at the impossible sight: two huge horse-beasts, larger than any man, muscles rippling as they rocked together. It took a second for Alvin to even understand the impossibly perverse situation. The odd massive turgid pink and brown dappled length swinging in the air before the brown stallion-creature was its inhuman cock. The human watched in stunned disgust as the other piebald stallion rammed into the other's ass with sinful lust, wrapping its warped hoof-hands around and stroking the chestnut's body while it shoved in with one last climactic thrust.

The air was filled with the rumbling shudder and high halting screeches of equine pleasure as the brown stallion's muscles clenched and its impressive length shuddered, splashing out a pressured jet of hot sticky equine essence right into Alvin's unbelieving face. Alvin tried to shield himself with his hands, but the hot dollops rained down all over him, sinking into his clothes, and making his skin prickle with heat. It was like the sensation from the mists, but intensified a thousand-fold, the musky animal stench filling his senses and seeping into his mind. his pants grew noticeably tighter as he was baptized in the thick creamy seed.

"Ugh! What . . ." The young man sputtered as the torrent of seed died down. "What did you do with my father, you sick beasts!?" He dashed forwards, one fist raised as the piebald pulled back, letting its seed dribble from the chestnut's ass before it stepped forwards to meet the boy whose paltry frame was so insignificant in comparison. The brown stallion's nearly arm-sized flared inhuman cock jostled as it stepped forwards on its broad hooves and looked down at the boy, dark round eyes staring into his soul.

"But . . . my father . . . where did you . . . what did you . . ." His words slowly slurred as he looked up into those oddly familiar eyes. There was something familiar there, but more than that, there was something comforting, and yet impossibly arousing. His words slowly halted as the huge creature reached down with a thick fingered hoof-hand, stroking along the pale skin of the human's cheek, tilting his head up as the equine beast leaned down, licked up some of the seed on his face with its rough slick tongue, and pressed its huge wide velveteen lips against the boy's own in a bizarre kiss.

The Major's son made as if to pull back, but then the beast's wide fleshy tongue surged forwards into his mouth. The boy's eyes went wide, his tongue slack as he could taste the beast's virility. It spoke to his soul, the salty loamy musk that made his eyes roll back in their sockets. His body went limp as the chestnut stallion cradled him in a massive arm, flaring equine nostrils blowing hot air against him while its flexible lips groped at his nose and chin. The thoughts of anger and fear evaporated from the young man's mind as he found himself leaning into the kiss, his erection tenting his trousers as his face began to fill with the sensation of hot effervescent pressure.

The piebald stallion walked around the mismatched embracing couple, leaning in behind and tearing Alvin's shirt off in one powerful tug. That allowed the young man's bare skin to rub against the glossy coat of the chestnut as they pulled themselves tighter together. Alvin's face began to creak forwards, nose flattening as his lips thickened and began to wriggle against the horse's own as their kiss became sloppy and desperately passionate. The changing human hardly noticed as the piebald's massive hard-fingered hands tugged down his trousers, letting his pulsing erection jostle out into the cool misty air. The chestnut's massive hoof-fingers rubbed against the boy's cheekbones as they ground forwards, each pulsing tug of change sending lances of pleasure through his body as sable black fur sprouted along his lengthening face.

The horse just seemed so familiar to Alvin. It was family, but in a way that he had never considered before. They were all his family. He could hear them all, equine whinnies ringing out across the fields in peals of ecstasy. They were here to restore the land. He was part of that, and it made him so hard, so needy, the thought of those hard throbbing horse cocks making him drool even as his tongue grew longer and fuller, wrapping around the chestnut's own as they made out. The piebald's hands glided up from his bare shoulders, rubbing over his ears, squeezing them and gently tugging the lobes out longer into black furred curled points that twitched and perked up as the gray horse pulled its body against the young man's back, throbbing equine cock sandwiched between them so that the human could feel every heartbeat resonate through him.

Alvin licked his now flexible lips as the brown stallion pulled back, nickering with pleasure as he watched the changing human's eyes follow his engorged shaft while it bobbed in front of his defined equine body. Alvin couldn't help himself but to stare hypnotized as, with impossible grace for a creature of such size, the chestnut stallion turned around. It bent over, its dark tail swishing as it raised it and presented its rump. The boy's hunger only grew, the scent of animal lust in the air filling his widening equine nostrils as the piebald's fingers continued to sensuously run over his changing face, one smooth digit sliding into his mouth and rattling against his thickening teeth. Alvin suckled at the finger as his eyes locked onto the bared puffy ring of the brown horse's anus. Grey lips tenderly nibbled at his flickering ears as his mouth watered and his cock throbbed while he panted, almost overwhelmed by lust. He had never been so close to any other living creature, and yet he wanted to be closer . . .

The piebald's hands released him, and Alvin stumbled forwards the few steps, the chestnut turning it's equine head back and tossing its mane, flexing its powerful muscles so that they bulged under its sleek coat. Transfixed, Alvin watched the edges of that musky ring of muscle contract under the swishing silky tail. It was like his body was operating on instinct alone as he leaned in, sniffing in the odor of the piebald's cum mixed with the paternal dusky smell of the chestnut's ass. The gray horse clopped behind him. The changing human groaned as he felt the creature's massive shaft rub up between his ass cheeks, sending electric thrills through his body as the throbbing heavy length dragged back and forth, pulsing as hot dribbles of slick pre pattered along his already glistening skin.

The diminutive little human couldn't help himself, his thoughts awash with the lusty presence of his new family: throbbing shafts, earthy scents, and their plump tempting asses that he wanted to pull himself closer and closer to. Any hint of disgust abandoned him as he leaned forwards, pressing his now velvety nose just under the twitching base of the horse's tail and letting his thickening tongue slide out. The raised nub of muscle tensed as he lapped up against it, his rubbery lips grasping as he lashed in again and again. The chestnut stallion neighed and stomped at the earth below him, tossing his head and reaching down to stroke at its own cock with a heavy fingered hand, length bobbing with each affectionate lap from behind him.

It wasn't enough though, the need welling up in the changing human's chest as he continued to ravish that ass, poking and prodding with the growing heft of his equine tongue. Alvin snorted, nostrils flaring and taking in that decadent scent which made him want to push in closer and closer, so much that it seemed an impossibility.

The ashen stallion continued to grind the bottom of its slick pulsing cock teasingly against the small human's ass, reaching forwards with one massive hand. It tussled Alvin's hair as it smoothed out into a glossy ebon coat with a bushy mane traveling down his thickening neck. Alvin could feel the hoof-hand pushing at the back of his changing head, urging him tenderly forwards. The transforming man closed his eyes, letting his tongue slide forwards and strain against that tight raised entrance, feeling it pulse and strain against him for just a moment before his fleshy pink tongue ground into the clenching warmth of the chestnut stallion's ass.

The feeling of those heady muscular insides squeezing down against his tongue made Alvin swoon, his cock pulsing and dripping against his belly, more aroused than he had ever been in his life. He opened his equine muzzle wider, squelching out with his tongue and shuddering, the stallion's dark tail batting against his lengthening lashes as the chestnut's own cock bucked and throbbed with every eager ministration from the new addition to the herd. The young colt's mind pined for more contact, to feel that same tight squeezing around his entire body as he thrust his tongue in over and over, squishing a little deeper every time into that impossibly plump and pliant hole.

Groaning out in sexual bliss as well as frustration, Alvin felt the piebald stallion behind him press against his head a little harder, grinding his muzzle roughly forwards, stretching out the tight ring of the chestnut's ass. His breaths came out in shuddering heaves, ears folded back as the horse in front of him shook in pleasure and then leaned back, stretching back against Alvin's muzzle, edges pulsing and twitching as, with a wet schlorp, the front of the colt's slick muzzle sank into the squeezing tightness of the brown horse's tender ass.

Alvin should have been panicking, but instead, the love of the herd exploded with syrupy warmth inside his consciousness. His muzzle could feel the tight contractions of pleasure wracking though the chestnut's powerful body as the piebald stallion shoved him harder, making his slickened black furred face sink deeper into the widening orifice. His diminutive cum drenched form offered little resistance as he was coaxed in further, his ears folding back before his entire head was engulfed, all sounds suddenly replaced by a deep thrumming heartbeat and comforting warm pitch blackness. His limbs flailed awkwardly as the chestnut stallion hefted him up, powerful hoof-hands clasped around his still human waist, its eager bobbing cock still dripping pre as it grunted and whinnied, sliding him steadily forwards.

The contrast between the cool misty air and the torrid insides of the chestnut stallion made Alvin squirm, pliant musky walls clenching all around him. With a great shove, the human felt the taut ring of muscle squeezing around him resist for a second before straining wider, letting his shoulders glide through in a slick rush of motion. The horse's ass seemed to be pulling him deeper by itself, seeming just as eager as he was to have their two forms drawn so tightly together. The chestnut's belly began to bulge out, jostling as the human wriggled inside him, the piebald's hand pressing the human's bare ass steadily forwards into those eager depths. The man's hips and legs were drawn in even faster than the rest of him, his toes splayed and writhing before they too were engulfed in the hot darkness, the plump tortured anus gaping for a moment before straining closed behind him.

Thick-fingered hands running down over its powerful chest, the chestnut stallion felt its now almost pregnant looking stomach, feeling his skin stretched out in taut bulges as what was once his son curled up inside of him into a warm heavy fetal position. The piebald stallion strode up behind his seemingly gravid companion, nickering as he rest his chin on the chestnut's shoulder, head of its powerfully throbbing cock pressed against the small of the brown beast's back as it reached forwards and wrapped its arms around the chestnut's taut pregnant belly, feeling the occasional kicks from inside as the partially changed human settled into a pleasant symbiotic stasis.

The brown horse leaned back into the other's arms, turning and nuzzling under the gray's chin. Its flared cock pulsed and throbbed, slapping against its swollen belly every time they moved. The piebald grunted, sliding its hips back, guiding its heft shaft between the brown stallion's ass cheeks, sensitive mottled pink spire batted at by the other horse's eagerly swishing tail. The silver stallion pulled back, panting with evident lusty need. It let the head of its heavy flared cock smear clear odoriferous seed down the chestnut's back before resting against the still tender and quivering raised puffy edges of the brown stallion's dark needy ass where the human had disappeared just moments ago.

The eager gray dappled stallion thrust in with one powerful motion, spreading the still amazingly tight equine ring around its cock and beginning to rock its hips wildly with animal abandon. Its cock bumped against the curled up man's knees and face inside, making Alvin squirm in weightless revelry, barely aware as he was lost in his powerfully sensuous dream. Barely aware, he suckled at the blessedly pulsing shaft as it prodded his curled up form. The two stallions both tossed their manes and whinnied in bliss, the brown one rocking back as the piebald slammed in harder and faster, its cock grinding against the once-Major's insides and prodding his now-suspended son like an insistent melody tickling his body in zero gravity.

Both stallion's heavy rounded testicles clenched, their tails flickering and then pulling upwards as they both began to cum. The chestnut's cock shuddered and spouted steaming bursts of jizzum out against the ground, seeping in and revitalizing the very earth itself. The gray speckled horse jolted out rushes of thick spiritual seed that basted the engulfed man, coating him in virile equine seed that seeped into his skin as his body swelled ever so slightly, changes spreading unseen, filling his masculine womb with tingling pearlescence.

As their orgasms tapered off, the stallions pulled apart with insatiable whickering neighs. The brown horse's powerful legs held his new weight easily as they trotted towards the rest of the herd, some old, some new, others with swollen bellies and throbbing ever-ready bobbing equine cocks. His unseen charge still needing more development, the brown stallion attracted the attention of his herd-mates almost instantly. The heavy brown stallion was immediately seized by a massive white Clydesdale with a black blaze on its forehead. The once-Major nickered out his need as the larger horse grunted and slammed into his ass with delicious roughness, pumping its impressive equine length in and out with almost mechanical efficiency before spilling another load into the new stallion's needy depths.

The new brown horse's splattered the ground with rejuvenating seed every time he was filled by the eager horse's of every description, lithe, burly, calculating, frenetic, but all eager, all driven by a supernatural lust. Alvin marinated in the combined essence of the herd, his features shifting, glossy black fur beginning to coat his body, his muscles developing with each new splash of seed into his occluded existence. He dreamed of each of the stallions, of their powerful bodies and musky essence, of rubbing his hands over their glossy bodies, licking behind their heavy balls and taking their long thick shafts into his needy ass.

The squealing equine orgy continued until every last square foot of the land that had been carved out of nature's bosom had been reinvigorated with the seed of virility. Vines and creepers curled up the sides of the silent estate, not a single human left to tell the tale. The horses moved on with the mists, or perhaps the mists followed them. Their pace was leisurely, every forward motion accompanied by raucous bouts of copulation, the members of the herd with swollen stomachs drawing the desires of the rest in fits of whinnying ecstasy as they moved leisurely on towards the lost valley that they called home.

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Several fucking filled days of glorious revelry later, the herd had finally arrived back into their valley, and settled into their routines. The piebald stallion doted on the chestnut, whose belly had swelled out heavy and taut. The brown horse laid back in the grass, knees up and hooves spread as his gray companion leaned in between his legs and rest a hoof-hand on his stomach, feeling the twitching kicks from inside.

It was time.

The piebald nuzzled down his chosen mate's hugely swollen belly, huffing hot air against him and drinking in his animal scent. His lips grasped out as he passed the dark taut sack of the brown horse's testes, nibbling at them affectionately before nosing under them, and beginning to ravish his quivering equine asshole in sloppy luscious licks. The chestnut stallion ground his flat teeth together, insides straining and clenching in ways they never had before. He could feel the colt inside of him shifting, pressed against his insides as his pulsing tail-hole was stroked by the warm caring tongue of his mate. He spread his bared thighs wider and groaned, anus quivering as his muscles bunched and squeezed around the new colt inside of him, arranging and slowly starting to force the new member of their herd into the world in a wave of pleasure and pain.

The creature that had been Alvin awoke from his hazy dream, body still engulfed by clenching fleshy walls. The piebald continued lapping as the muscular equine anus parted, the end of the colt's black furred muzzle pressing out, lips slack for half a second, nostrils flaring as they pressed glistening from between his new father's powerful thighs. But then, they began to wriggle, and then grasp back against the piebald's lips, eagerly making out with the lusty gray as he emerged into the world. The brown horse nickered and grunted, muscles clenching harder as his protege's shoulders slid out in a slick rush, the piebald cradling the colt as he was born again into the world.

The colt's black glossy fur was interrupted with blazes of brown and white on his haunches, muscles bulging as his legs and hooves slid out from his herd-mate's pliant ass. He sat blinking on the piebald's lap, still significantly smaller than his new father's, but hardly less endowed. His pink fleshy cock pulsed from his heavy sheath as he lapped into the colt's mouth with almost voracious abandon. The flavor's of the other horse's mouth washed over his palate as he whinnied, still-wet tail happily swaying as his ears flickered. All of his human fears and insecurities had been washed away by the essence of the herd, and now he just wanted to frolic, and rut, and thank his new fathers for bringing him into this perfect existence.

The colt turned with shaky legs, slicked down mane beginning to stand out at odd angles as he stared at his chestnut father, legs splayed out wide, leaning back against the bright green grass, exhausted from the delivery. But one part of the horse's body was most certainly not fully exhausted, his turgid shaft lying back against his tired, but normally sized stomach. The colt nearly leap upon him, dropping to his knees and taking the shaft in his glossy-fingered hands, and rubbing his cheek against it, entire body quivering as he huffed in the rich virile musk that he had dreamed of for three days. The exhausted stallion shuddered as the colt opened his black lipped equine mouth wide and engulfed that flared shaft, taking it deep into his gullet and suckling wildly on it, the potent virile flavor dancing on his thick pink tongue.

The Piebald squatted behind the excited colt, sucking at one of his own thick center digits before reaching down, lifting the colt's tail, and slowly sliding his finger into that tight virgin ass, making the young horse's ears perk up and ass clench down as he moaned against his father's cock. He would need to be loosened up to be ready for the herd. The piebald moved his finger in tugging circles, helping the plump hole becoming tight, yet pliant even as the colt choked down on his herd-mate's cock, letting the flare mash against the back of his throat, muscles all going wild.

The chestnut stallion couldn't possibly resist, and his legs bucked, balls tensing as he came, firing out a deluge of cum that the young one gulped down greedily, even as thick dripping strings leaked from the corners of his suckling lips. The colt had never imagined a taste so wonderful, and kept sucking as the piebald began to mash its wide finger against his prostate, reaching around and starting to pump at his still slick cock, making him whimper and moan before he convulsed, his own balls jostling as he came in long halting spurts, painting all of them with hot splashes of virile cum.

They all panted together as the colt lapped up his father's "milk," body growing ever so slightly. It was going to take much, much more before he could grow into the same full muscular size as his fathers. A clopping made the three reclining horses turn their heads, watching another young colt who had just been birthed into the herd frolic before them, cock wobbling as it nearly skipped with the wondrous freedom of existence. Their new offspring looked up at his parents, eyes wide and head cocked before they both nodded with an amused nicker.

The new colt raced off after his new herd-mate as the larger horses reclined together and watched him go, cock already pulsing again as he whinnied. They would stay and nurture their new colts so that they would grow tall and strong before the world needed them again. And so, equine squeals of delight rang through the grassy valley as they all continued living in a supernatural haze of perpetually amorous equine bliss.