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Tarke gazed out of the window of the taxi cab as it drove swiftly down the two lane, back-road. The rolling hills of pasture they sped by were dotted with cows for the most part, but occasionally, the bull-tiger saw a few horses. Horses were the reason that he was making this trip, or rather, his uncle's horses were the reason. Tarke glanced down at the manila folder in his hands as he remembered the legal meeting he had been forced to attend a week earlier. His Uncle Sampson had been missing for almost a year, and the entire family had to attend the reading of his will.

Tarke sighed as he returned his eyes to the scenery outside of the window. The bull-tiger didn't know why, but Uncle Sam had left the horse farm to him. He had never been particularly good at raising pets; the thought of managing an entire farm of horses caused his stomach to churn with nervous apprehension. At least there was a farmhand already employed at the place who had kept it running for the year since his uncle's disappearance. Sampson was a bull, Tarke's father's brother as a matter of fact, and he had been known on occasion to go on long trips without telling anyone in the family. Hell, they had only found out that he was actually missing when the farmhand contacted Tarke's father via telephone almost eight months ago.

Over the months that followed, Tarke's family had thought that Sampson would just show up again one day, wondering why everyone was so worried about him to begin with. Tarke sighed as the hills, fields, cows, and trees whizzing by the cab window all blended together into greenish soup in front of his unfocused eyes. His father was probably the only family member aside from Tarke himself that still held out a sliver of hope that Sam was still alive. The hybrid had fond memories of vacationing at Uncle Sam's farm with his parents when he was younger, but going back there again with the added responsibility of keeping the whole place running wasn't at all what he wanted.

The cab slowed down as they entered a speed trap and Tarke's eyes snapped back into focus. He glanced out the windshield briefly to see a gorgeous, feral, black stallion standing near the fence along the road. The horse was munching on something, and as the taxi approached, an apple core fell from his mouth. Tarke huffed through his nose as his mind suddenly conjured memories of a few one-night stands with anthro stallions that he'd had in the past. He remembered how big and muscular they were. Their dicks were thick and virile, and he remembered how delicious their precum tasted. As the cab sped up again, Tarke openly panted from his sultry reminiscing, and he couldn't stop his penis from thickening. Remembering how those thick horse dicks stretched his asshole made his cock bulge painfully against his shorts, so he adjusted his jockstrap to allow the length to slide along his thigh instead. He really needed to get some jocks with larger pouches. The hybrid grunted as he went back to staring out the window, trying to ignore his now throbbing erection.

Nearly twenty minutes later, the taxi pulled off of the highway onto a long dirt road that wound between two large fields and led up to a white farmhouse with red trim. A sign out front read "Sampson's Equine Services"; ever since he was younger, Tarke's imagination always conjured up an image of a horse stopping at a gas station fuel pump . The hybrid chuckled to himself as the cab came to a stop in front of the walkway, and Tarke stepped out. His dick had softened by now, a fact for which he was very grateful, and he paid the cabbie before grabbing his four suitcases from the trunk.

The taxi drove away as Tarke made his way up to the porch, carefully putting his luggage down at his hooves before poking the doorbell. The hybrid shuffled nervously as he waited. The farm had been in the care of a man named Roy, one of Sampson's employees, but Tarke had never met him. The bull-tiger's gaze shifted from the familiar red door to the rest of the porch, and a wave of nostalgia washed over him. He remembered sitting with Uncle Sam on the wooden porch swing that still hung from the ceiling to his right. The farm didn't seem to have changed much.

The sound of the lock clicking open drew Tarke's attention and he turned back expectantly as the door opened. The imposing figure of a grey-furred, shire draft horse stood in the doorway, holding out an open hand. A few strands of his black mane flopped down over his handsome face. He had bright green eyes and was wearing a buttoned flannel shirt that was open at the collar, leaving the tops of his thick pecs exposed. The horse also wore jeans that were folded up on his calves to keep his hooves free. Tarke grabbed the hand quickly to keep his eyes from wandering hungrily over the handsome male's muscular body for too long.

"Hi there," said the horse, "You must be Tarke."

"Uh, y-yes," the hybrid replied as he picked up his luggage from the porch.

The stallion chuckled, moving aside to let Tarke through the doorway. "You don't sound too sure." He took two of the bull-tiger's suitcases and motioned for Tarke to follow him. "Relax, I don't bite. My name's Roy."

Roy led Tarke through the bottom floor of the house and the hybrid was once again struck by how little it had changed over the years. The old furniture in the living room was still there, though the floral-patterned upholstery had faded. The floor was still covered by thick, blue carpeting and even the photos hanging on the walls hadn't changed. They made their way through the dining room to the stairs, which creaked as the two large males trudged up them. To Tarke's surprise, Roy led him to the master bedroom and placed his suitcases on the floor.

"Here you are," the horse said as he pointed to a door in the right hand wall. "Closet is through that door over there and the bathroom is out in the hall on the left. There's only one so we'll have to take turns I'm afraid. Towels are in the linen closet, just to your right out in the hall too."

"I'm not using the guest room?" Tarke asked.

Roy laughed. "No way. This place is yours now, ain't it?"

Tarke looked around the large bedroom as if it was the surface of another planet. "I guess so..."

"I'm gonna head to the kitchen to make us some dinner," Roy told him. "Take your time getting settled in and come on down whenever you feel hungry."

"U-um," Tarke said as Roy turned to leave. "Where do you sleep?"

"Oh, I got a nice little spot in the stables," Roy replied.

A bewildered expression came over Tarke's face. "W-what?"

Roy guffawed in the hallway, slapping his knee for show as he laughed. "I got you good with that one, didn't I! Just a joke, boy." The horse pointed to another room on the opposite side of the stairs. "I actually stay in the room just down the hall there. If you need anything in the middle of the night, just wake me up for it, alright? I won't get mad, I promise."

Tarke chuckled nervously and nodded. "Okay." Roy smiled and turned, trotting down the creaking stairs to the kitchen. The hybrid sighed and went about unpacking his things. He didn't know the first thing about running a horse farm, but at least Roy seemed like a nice guy. Tarke hoped the lessons wouldn't be too confusing or overwhelming. The hybrid yawned as he finished putting his clothes in the dresser. It had been a long trip to get here. Maybe he should have a quick lie down before dinner. Tarke flopped onto the bed, still dressed, and closed his eyes.

***

The sound of light knocking on the bedroom door brought Tarke out of his nap and he rolled over, sitting up slowly on the bed. Roy was smiling at him from the doorway.

"The trip tuckered you out, huh?" Roy asked, and Tarke nodded in response. "Looks like you're pitching quite a tent there." The horse was grinning and Tarke quickly covered his bulge from embarrassment. "No worries, Tarke. It happens to everyone. Dinner's ready for you if you're peckish."

"T-thanks and uh, sorry. I should have closed the door or something." The hybrid stumbled over his words. Roy's attractiveness made Tarke's unwanted boner even more awkward, and the damn thing refused to go down when the bull-tiger's brain started imagining what Roy looked like without clothes- and with a throbbing hard-on. Tarke sat on the bed, trying to push those thoughts from his brain as his cock quivered angrily in his jockstrap.

"Take your time. There's no rush here, Tarke." Roy said. "I don't want you feeling stressed out over being the new owner of this place until something really hits the fan."

The lilt in Roy's voice indicated a joke. Tarke was picking up on the horse's speech patterns now. He forced a grin back at the horse despite the fact that his cheeks and ears still burned from the shame of his erection. It wasn't going away, and neither was Roy. Tarke had no choice but to stand up and adjust himself in front of the farm hand. He took a deep breath and stood, turning his back quickly to open his shorts and tugging his dick to the side so that, while it was still a visible bulge, it was no longer a lewd, obvious tent.

He zipped up, turned back around and walked to the door. Roy clapped a firm, comforting hand on his shoulder as the two made their way to the stairs. Now that the horse was so close to him, Tarke could smell Roy's natural, masculine scent, which only made the bull-tiger's shaft throb harder. The dining room was already set, and Tarke sat down in front of one of the plates of food. It was, unsurprisingly, vegetarian.

"Sorry, I uh... don't have much experience with cooking meat," Roy said, embarrassed.

"It's fine. I don't mind veggies." Tarke did in fact mind vegetables, but he assumed that Roy, being a horse, didn't actually have any meat in the house at all. Besides, he didn't want to upset the stunning specimen of equine handsomeness that sat across from him at the table. The two ate in silence for a few moments until Tarke's curiosity brought a question to his mind: "How did you start working for my uncle?"

Roy chuckled. "He needed help around the farm and I needed work. We originally met through the farming equipment company I used to work for."

"Why did you leave that job to work here?" Tarke asked before he shoved a fork full of greens in his mouth.

"It was a sales job," Roy replied. "I'd been looking for an excuse to get free of it for a while and your uncle offered."

"What kind of equipment did you sell?"

"Usually stuff for dairy farms, but we also sold more general purpose gear as well." Roy's eyes twinkled as he continued. "Is all of this curiosity part of the cat in you?"

Tarke's cheeks flushed once again as he realized that asking so many questions might have been rude. "Sorry, I just wanted to know more about you is all."

"I ain't offended by it," Roy said. "It's only natural a city boy like yourself would be curious."

They quietly ate for a while. The food slowly disappeared from each plate and Roy leaned back in his chair when he finished. A few more questions buzzed about in Tarke's head, but one was louder than the rest. He couldn't let it be. "Can I ask you one more question?"

"Shoot," Roy said.

"I don't believe that Uncle Sam is actually dead. Do you know where he is?"

A few moments of silence made Tarke's heart thud in his chest. He began to regret asking the question until Roy finally spoke.

"I ain't gonna lie to you. Your uncle is alive, but he just can't be around for a while."

"What am I even doing here then?" Tarke asked, unable to hide the indignation in his voice.

Roy sighed as he stood and began pacing on the other side of the table. "It wasn't an easy decision to reach out to your family, but I can't run this place on my own. Unfortunately I don't have any legal claim to the farm so your family's lawyer was the one that had the bright idea of bringing Sampson's will into it. I was just gonna ask you upfront if you wanted to come help out around the place."

Tarke's heart jumped for joy in his chest at the fact that Uncle Sam was still alive, but the circumstances of the whole thing were still odd. Why had the family lawyer decided arbitrarily that Tarke's uncle was dead without at least a cursory investigation?

"I'm relieved to hear that Uncle Sam is okay, but can you at least tell me where he is?"

Roy shook his head as he cleared the plates from the table. Tarke followed the large horse into the kitchen. "Sorry, but he told me not to tell anyone. Said it was a spiritual thing and I confess, I don't know left from right when it comes to that."

Tarke nodded and the two washed the dishes in silence, apart from Roy humming to himself. When they finished cleaning it was already after nine o'clock, and despite his earlier nap, Tarke's eyelids hung heavy under his brow.

"You look bushed, Tarke. Why don't we get some shuteye for tonight and tomorrow I can show you around the place. I'll introduce you to the boys as well and you can see how things run around here."

"The boys?" Tarke asked.

Roy chuckled. "The horses, son. The whole reason this farm exists."

"Right, of course." Tarke mumbled, ashamed that he needed to be told such an obvious fact. Roy followed him up the creaky stairs and Tarke caught another whiff of Roy's heady musk at the top, making his cock harden once again. The horse smiled kindly at him as they went to their separate rooms, but after Tarke closed the door, he practically ripped down his shorts and jockstrap to let his ample length spring free. Why did Roy have to be so hot? Tarke found himself fantasizing about the burly farm hand as he tiredly stroked himself. The hybrid pinched one of his nipples as Roy's hot length rubbed against his in his mind. He thought of Roy's cock having a thick, flared head and he wondered what it would feel like punching deep into him. However, the toll of the day's travel weighed heavy on him and the hybrid was soon fast asleep with his still hard dick drooling precum against his belly.

***

The next morning was a whirlwind of activity. Tarke had barely finished breakfast before Roy whisked him away to learn how to muck out the stables. The horses had all been put out to pasture beforehand, and from the start, Tarke was not keen on the prospect. The work itself was tough and rather gross for Tarke who hadn't ever been one for physical labor. By the time the last of the twelve stalls were clean, both Roy and the hybrid were drenched in their own sweat, and the horse led Tarke around behind the stables to the hose where they guzzled down some nice, cold water.

"Sorry for the trial by fire, Tarke, but I really do appreciate the help." Roy began unbuttoning his shirt and Tarke couldn't help but stare as the equine's broad chest came into view. The hybrid only wrenched his eyes away when Roy obviously smiled at him. The horse's musk filled the air when his shirt came off and Tarke felt his erection bunching against his jockstrap as Roy put a hand on his shoulder. "Let me introduce you to the boys and then we can head inside for some lunch.

Tarke nodded and the two walked out to the pasture where the horses were grazing. The hybrid tugged his own t-shirt away from his sticky fur as they went and Roy nudged him in the ribs with a muscular arm. "You can take that off if you want."

Tarke blushed and slowly peeled off the fabric, revealing his pudgy belly and silver nipple rings. The briefest hint of a smile flashed over Roy's face as he took in the bull-tiger's body. Tarke's dick throbbed in his pants as the cool air kissed his matted fur and the two finally reached the field. As if on cue, the horses all approached when the two farmers arrived and Roy ushered Tarke into the field to meet them. There were eleven horses in all, and they were all male from what Tarke's dirty mind could see. A brown Thoroughbred approached first and Roy rubbed the horse's snout.

"This here is Zeke," Roy said. "Don't expect all of them to be as friendly as he is."

Zeke snorted and came right up to Tarke, sniffing around the bull-tiger's face and shoulders. Tarke gently patted him on the neck, unsure of how to properly greet a horse. Roy apparently saw the hybrid's confusion and came to his rescue, pulling Zeke away.

"Hold out your hand and let him sniff it," Roy said. "I can't guarantee that all of them will sniff, but it lets them know you're not a threat."

Zeke's nose shuffled about Tarke's palm, and when the horse was certain that the bull-tiger didn't have any treats, he snorted again and wandered off. Two other horses had become curious and wandered closer while Zeke was checking out Tarke's hand. A black Mustang and a white American Quarter Horse watched until Zeke had left before making their approach. Tarke greeted them in the same way, but with two hands this time. "The white one is Silver and the black one is Midnight," Roy told him. "The others are pretty shy, but I'll point them out to you anyway."

Roy gestured to a group of five horses near the right hand side of the field, made up of another Mustang, two Percherons, a Belgian, and a Friesian horse. "The mustang is Cody, the Friesian is Duke, the Belgian is Tug, the white Perch is Lightning, and the grey one is Thunder. That's almost all of them, but there's one more group you gotta meet. They're usually over by the trees there." Roy led the way and Tarke obediently followed. All of the horses he had seen so far on the farm were gorgeous animals. His Uncle Sam probably cared a lot about them.

They approached the trees in question and saw two white Arabian horses. As they drew closer, a large, brown Clydesdale appeared from behind the small copse of trees and, upon noticing them, trotted excitedly over. Roy grinned as Tarke tried to hold his hand out for the Clydesdale, but the massive animal slid his thick neck along Tarke's cheek until the Clydesdale's broad chest was pressed against the bewildered bull-tiger's. Tarke timidly reached up and gently hugged the Clydesdale's neck, but the animal's size was incredibly intimidating.

"Heh, sorry about that," Roy said, chuckling. "I expected Big Guy here would be pretty fond of you. The other two are Snow and Frost."

Tarke couldn't help but smile as the Clydesdale's nose sniffed about his back. He had always admired Clydesdales due to their size and visual majesty. "His name is Big Guy?" Tarke asked as he rubbed the horse's neck and shoulders.

"Yup. Pretty fitting, huh?"

"Yeah, for sure." Tarke said as Big Guy hung his neck over Tarke's shoulder in a strange almost hug. Tarke didn't really know what to do, so he kept stroking the animal's neck and inhaling the horse's strong, pleasant scent.

"Looks like you made a very good impression on him. That means he likes you quite a lot. We should get inside to eat, though. I'll start training you in more specifics afterward." Roy guided Big Guy away and the Clydesdale reluctantly headed back to the trees. Both farmers made their way back to the house and on the way, Tarke's nose was filled with the scent of Roy's sweaty body. His mind conjured images of Roy standing in front of him and guiding a fat horse cock into his muzzle, which made his angry dick twitch in his shorts.

When they reached the house, Roy patted Tarke on the back. "I'll take the first shower and then get lunch ready while you're washing up, alright?"

"Sounds good," Tarke replied, trying to hide his rather obvious boner.

Roy hopped up the stairs two at a time and Tarke followed. He stepped into the master bedroom as Roy went into his. Tarke tossed his shirt on the floor and turned back to the hall to grab a towel from the linen closet, but saw Roy leaving his room for the bathroom, holding a towel of his own in front of his naked body. Tarke's cock throbbed at the sight of the naked horse and Roy smiled kindly at him as he stepped into the bathroom. Tarke's heart raced as he heard the water start moments later. The memory of Roy's musky scent filled his mind and his erection pulsed with desire inside of his jockstrap. He needed to smell that scent again. He needed to smell it while jerking off.

Tarke pulled a towel from the closet and tossed it back into his room and onto the bed. Then he carefully crept down the hallway towards Roy's room. His heart was pounding as he turned the knob and opened the door. The room looked similar to the master bedroom, only with a smaller bed and smaller size in general. Tarke quickly scanned the area and snuck inside. His eyes rested on Roy's damp briefs, which lay crumpled on the floor. The hybrid carefully picked them up as if they were a delicate glass sculpture and brought the crotch pouch to his nose.

The effect was electrifying. Tarke's fur stood on end and his dick spasmed as the scent permeated his nostrils and lungs. The hybrid's eyes rolled up and he let out a quiet whimper as he reached into his shorts and stroked his length gently. The masculine, intense smell carried with it an air of power and virile dominance that made Tarke's knees weak. He humped his fist, taking long, slow whiffs of Roy's underwear. He imagined Roy's cockhead pushing into his throat and getting the delicious smell right from the source. He imagined Roy's thick length bludgeoning into his asshole and making him moan aloud when the horse's fat nuts slapped his own. Tarke's cock throbbed as he neared the edge. The smell was going to make him cum-

The water turned off and Tarke's fantasy shattered into a million pieces as he realized what a creep he was being. He tossed the underwear back onto the floor in shame and hurried back into the master bedroom where he shut the door and nervously waited for Roy to be done in the bathroom.

The horse knocked on Tarke's door a few moments later. "Bathroom's all yours, Tarke."

"Th-thanks!" Tarke said as he grabbed his towel and took off his own shorts and jockstrap. Roy was already in his room when Tarke stepped into the hallway, and the bull-tiger hoped that the horse wouldn't notice that his underwear had moved.

***

Tarke toweled himself off in the bathroom after getting clean. He had resisted the urge to jerk off in the shower because he still felt guilty about sneaking into Roy's room. Hopefully it hadn't been too obvious. Tarke pulled a clean jockstrap up his legs before he went back to the master bedroom. However, he was not prepared for the lewd sight that greeted him when he opened the door.

Roy was sitting on the bed, completely naked except for Tarke's sweaty jockstrap that was badly stretched around the stallion's thick length and flaring cockhead. Tarke gulped, eyes wide as he watched Roy take a few leisurely strokes of his length before turning to the startled and very aroused hybrid.

"Glad you caught me, Tarke," Roy said. "Sorry about stretching your jock, but perhaps I could make it up to you by letting you get a whiff of my scent right from the source."

Tarke's cheeks and ears burned with embarrassment as Roy slowly stroked himself. The hybrid's heart pounded in his chest, spurned on by Roy's scent that hung in the air around him. "H-how did y-you know?" Tarke sputtered.

"I've seen you eyeing me. Also you left my door ajar and those things-" Roy pointed to Tarke's hooves. "Ain't exactly stealthy, you know."

Tarke subconsciously licked his lips as a drop of precum oozed through the fabric of the ruined jockstrap stretched over Roy's cockhead. The hybrid's breath caught in his throat as he took a tentative step closer, but stopped when he remembered that he barely knew Roy. Tarke hesitated. His cock was throbbing hard, but he still wasn't quite sure if he should fool around with his uncle's employee.

"You gonna come over here and kiss me or what?" Roy asked.

A kiss? Yeah, maybe it would be fine to start slow. Just a kiss. Tarke approached and the stallion pulled him in. Tarke fell into Roy's embrace and he let out a soft moan as the stallion's muscular chest rubbed against his. The horse locked lips with him and the bull-tiger was overwhelmed by Roy's masculine musk. Roy's tongue invaded the hybrid's mouth, shoving inside to wrestle with Tarke's tongue. Tarke groaned into the kiss, his hot length twitching against Roy's hip. The bull-tiger reached down and tugged the stretched fabric of the jockstrap away from the stallion's meaty shaft. He gripped it, eliciting a pleased rumble from deep in Roy's chest. The stallion clutched Tarke's body to his with one hand and tugged on the hybrid's nipple ring with the other. Tarke whimpered eagerly into Roy's mouth as he squeezed and stroked the horse's cock.

Tarke's head spun when Roy finally broke the kiss. The stallion pulled the hybrid up onto the bed and inhaled Tarke's dripping erection. The bull-tiger's knees gave out when Roy's tongue wrapped around his cock and began sucking. Tarke fell forward onto the horse's broad torso, his nose pressed up against the base of Roy's manhood as the stallion under him gripped and massaged his ass. Tarke groaned aloud, running his tongue up the delicious horse shaft. He took the throbbing head into his mouth and dragged his tongue around it. Roy huffed around the cock in his mouth and pulled off of it. He rolled Tarke off of him and the hybrid yelped as he landed on the bed on his back. Roy stood, clopped around to Tarke's hooves and lifted the bull-tiger's legs. Tarke's cheeks and ears burned as Roy's tongue dragged along his inner thighs, lapping gently at his testicles before it dove deep into the crack of his ass.

Tarke moaned aloud as the stallion's tongue teased his ring, dipping inside gently until the hybrid's anus relaxed. Roy shoved his tongue inside at that moment, making Tarke arch his back and gasp in pleasure. Tarke was astonished at how deep the writhing tongue went into him, drawing hoarse moans from deep in his chest each time it dragged against his prostate. His cock bounced against his belly with each thrust of Roy's tongue, spurting precum from the tip like a leaking faucet. Roy wriggled his oral muscle back and forth inside the clenching hole until the hybrid's entrance quivered and opened wide for him. The horse carefully withdrew his long tongue as he pulled a bottle of lube from the nightstand. He spread a generous amount of it over his twitching meat and then slathered Tarkes hole with the stuff.

Tarke clenched his teeth as he saw Roy's flat, thick cockhead angling towards his entrance, then cried out in bliss as the thing pushed inside of him. Roy didn't wait for Tarke to get used to his size. He shoved nearly half of his length inside, all the way to the medial ring, and Tarke wailed, balling his fists into the bedsheets as the stallion's shaft stretched out his insides. His prostate was rubbed by that same ring as Roy hilted moments later and Tarke whimpered, asshole clenching in protest around the thick base of Roy's cock. The stallion held Tarke's quivering hooves in hand as he pulled out and thrust home, slapping his weighty balls against Tarke's tail. The hybrid arched his back and saw stars each time Roy hilted, that thick, flat head punching his prostate with every firm thrust.

Roy's pace was steady and deliberate as he grinned down at the writhing, moaning bull-tiger. Tarke's precum drenched his crotch, but the stallion's thrusts weren't meant to get him off. Roy was teasing him instead, making his balls ache for release despite the pummeling his prostate was receiving. After almost twenty minutes of thrusting, gasping, and groaning, Roy slowly eased his cock out of Tarke's twitching hole and wiped the lube from it with his towel.

"Mmm, boy you do have a great ass," Roy said. "I want to show you something, though."

A question burned in his mind. "Roy, did you and Uncle Sam- you know, fool around?"

Roy grinned at him. "You bet your tight ass we did. Actually what I want to show you is related to that." Roy stood and took Tarke's hand in his. The hybrid couldn't help but swoon a bit as the macho stallion led him from the room and down the stairs. They were both still completely nude, but that didn't seem to bother Roy. They left the house through the back door and Roy pulled Tarke along to a small building set back behind the rest. It was a small shed and Tarke guessed it was big enough for a single horse stable. Tarke had no idea that his uncle was gay. Sampson had never even gave off a hint at such when Tarke was younger. The thought made Tarke even more curious as to what Roy was going to show him.

"This is our Pleasure Shack," Roy said with a twinkle in his eye. "This is where your uncle escapes to when he wants to take a break from the world."

Tarke looked at the stallion incredulously. "Uncle Sam is in there?"

"Not at the moment, but it's tough to explain. Come on in and I'll show you."

Tarke hesitated again. Was this a weird, fetishy thing? Tarke found it hard to believe that Sampson would be into something like that. Roy was acting strangely and he wasn't sure if he could trust the stallion. Tarke's cock throbbed angrily and, to his shame, the bull-tiger relented. He allowed Roy to pull him inside the small, wooden shed. The interior did indeed look like an empty, singular horse stable. Hay covered the floor and a single fluorescent light fixture illuminated the room from the ceiling. There was a shelf on the left hand wall, upon which sat a box of what looked like syringes. An odd machine sat in the corner and, on first glance, Tarke thought it was a backup power generator of some kind. However, that was proven false when Roy pulled a long, clear tube out from behind it. Tarke's breath once again caught in his throat as he realized what it was.

"Is that a m-milker?" Tarke asked hoarsely.

Roy grinned and flipped a few switches on the machine to turn it on. "You got it. But this ain't just any milker. It'll get you off, sure, but it'll also make you feel what it's like to be a wild horse."

Tarke narrowed his eyes at Roy. "What the heck does that mean?"

Roy rubbed the back of his neck as he struggled to explain. "I doubt you'll believe me, but it's a temporary transformative experience."

The stallion watched as the gears slowly turned in Tarke's head. The hybrid looked first at the tube in Roy's hand then back up at the horse's face, then towards the door. He turned back to Roy with his mouth hanging open.

Roy grinned. "What do you say? Want to give it a shot?"

Tarke huffed with indignance. "I don't believe you," he said. "That's just simply ridiculous."

Roy shrugged as the machine whirred softly. "Well, you could see firsthand. And hey, if I am lying and it don't change you, then you'll at least get to feel what normal horses do when they use it. As an added incentive I'll also shove my dick down your throat while the milker gets you off if you want."

That last prospect was tempting, Tarke couldn't deny. His balls ached and Tarke shifted on his hooves. He really wanted to get off. The machine's lubed-up tube would be the perfect hole to shoot in, and he definitely wanted Roy to cum down his throat. Tarke's rational mind gave in.

"A-alright..." he said.

Roy's smile was kind and understanding. "You'll want to be on your knees for this, trust me," he said and Tarke obeyed. "Now, I'll let you hold onto the tube at first, but I'll take over once you can't anymore."

Tarke nodded and took the tube from him. He lined it up with the tip of his pulsing dick and Roy put a hand on the back of his head. The horse's cockhead pressed against Tarke's lips and the hybrid obediently opened his mouth to let the thick dick inside. Roy suddenly pulled Tarke's head forward and the bull-tiger gurgled as the horse's flare shoved down his throat. Tarke's heart pounded in his chest and the machine whirred to life as he slipped his own length into the tube. It quickly sucked him in until his entire erection was sheathed in the slick container. He felt the head of his dick slide past the interior ring, then it moved down to the base and back up again in a steady, fluid motion. Roy grunted and let Tarke pull his head back to breathe, watching the bull-tiger's face contort into an expression of bliss as the machine massaged his shaft.

Tarke humped his hips into it, gripping Roy's balls with his free hand as he dove back down on the horse's cock. The hybrid's head swam with pleasure as Roy's musk filled his nose. The stallion's balls slapped his chin as the machine quickly brought him to the edge- but then he felt it. His snout grew longer, pushing outward until only the head of Roy's cock was in his throat when the stallion hilted. Tarke squeezed his eyes shut and groaned around Roy's dick, releasing the horse's nuts to pinch and tug at one of his nipple rings, but on the second tug, it came off. Bewildered, Tarke looked down to see his chest turning a dark shade of brown. His fingers closed and became hard like his hooves. He dropped to all fours and Roy pulled his cock from Tarke's mouth to hold the milking tube in place as it relentlessly stroked Tarke's growing and thickening length. His cockhead flared in the tube, his balls nearly tripled in size, and his bones and muscles shifted into a feral form. Tarke's stripes disappeared from his fur, replaced by that same dark shade of brown, and a long mane sprouted from the top of his head and the back of his neck. His tail frayed into loose horse hair and he whinnied in pleasure, stamping his new hooves on his front legs as he bucked his hips forward into the squeezing and massaging tube.

As the machine pushed him over the edge, Tarke opened his mouth to bellow in orgasmic bliss, but the only sound that left his snout was a loud neigh. His now enormous balls churned as long, white ropes of cum fired into the sucking milking tube. Tarke's whole body shuddered as he unloaded into the thing, machine slurping all the while as it drew every last drop from him. Roy grinned and rubbed Tarke's flank as the now feral horse came. He counted twelve shots, cooing softly into Tarke's equine ear as the feral horse's orgasm faded and the machine gently came to a stop. Tarke panted through his nose when the tube was pulled from his drooping, feral cock. He realized he couldn't speak now, but Roy had said the transformation was only temporary.

"What do you think?" Roy asked and tarke huffed in response. "You make a handsome Clydesdale, you know. I bet you'd love to feel what it's like to be mated by a feral horse, hm?"

Tarke's heart leaped up into his throat with excitement at the thought, and he sheepishly nodded his head. Roy grabbed a bottle of lube near the machine before he guided Tarke out of the shed. They carefully walked toward the field, drawing quite a few curious glances from the rest of the horses near the fence. It was taking Tarke some time to get used to walking on his new equine legs, but when they reached the pasture gate, he was able to manage without Roy's help. The farmhand opened the gate for him and Tarke trotted through. He was immediately set upon by Zeke who was obviously the most curious of the feral stallions. But Zeke wasn't interested in anything other than sniffing the new member of the herd.

"Alright, Zeke, shove off. Give him some space." Roy said and surprisingly, Zeke obeyed. "We don't have much time before the effects wear off, but I think the only horse we've got that's big enough to mount you is Big Guy."

That's what Tarke had been hoping for. He found himself marvelling at how much larger he was now, compared to both Zeke and Roy. He was nearly two feet taller than the farmhand, but that was to be expected from being a Clydesdale. Roy led Tarke to the copse of trees and the new horse watched as Snow and Frost trotted away as they approached. However, when Big Guy noticed, he charged toward Roy and Tarke at a full gallop.

"Easy, easy!" Roy yelled, holding his hands up as the larger Clydesdale approached. The horse snorted and slowed to a trot before stopping inches from Tarke's nose. "Play nice, you two."

Tarke hung his head submissively and Big Guy's eyes seemed to twinkle as his nose shuffled along Tarke's new horse neck. He took two steps forward and possessively hung his heavy neck over Tarke's, huffing through his nose happily. Tarke could smell his musk already, and he shivered at the thought of being bred like a feral mare right here by the large Clydesdale. He glanced at Roy, who was grinning and making a "turn around" motion with his finger. Tarke pulled away from the other feral horse and turned. Roy squirted a large amount of the lube onto Tarke's asshole, making him shiver from the cold goop, and then he huffed as Roy's fingers parted his entrance to spread the lube around. Big Guy was already trying to mount him, and Tarke whinnied when the larger Clydesdale hopped up onto his back. Roy grabbed Big Guy's dick and spread as much lube around it as he could before the feral horse's cockhead found Tarke's asshole and burried itself all of the way inside in one single thrust.

It was a wholly different feeling from being regularly fucked. Tarke's insides seemed to have a lot more space for the feral horse's cock to pound, but the other Clydesdale was large enough that his entrance still felt stretched by that girthy base. Big Guy grunted softly into his ear, but otherwise, the mating was a mostly silent affair, aside from the slick noises of lubed up anal sex and the slapping sound that came from the two feral horses' nuts crashing together. Tarke pushed back into Big Guy's thrusts as he was roughly taken, his head lifted high in bliss as Big Guy's erection punched into him. It was a comfortable fuck and he felt his own dick twitching and slapping his belly with the heat of their coupling. Roy gripped Tarke's length and slowly jerked him off at an irregular rhythm. Tarke clenched his teeth and snorted through his nose when he felt Big Guy's flare prodding his insides and stretching his passage wide. The larger Clydesdale tensed up above him and Tarke could feel that flaring cockhead getting even thicker.

Big Guy hilted hard, balls pressing tight to Tarke's pair as the feral horse erupted inside of him. He whined and neighed as the hot warmth of feral cum spread deep inside, making his own cock throb large drops of precum onto Roy's fist. Big Guy shot spurt after hot, thick spurt inside of him, nuts twitching against his. Tarke sighed in happiness at the feeling of being filled with such a pleasing warmth, and the feral Clydesdale above him eventually relaxed, panting into his ear and nuzzling the side of his head. Roy's fist clenched around the base of Tarke's horse dick and squeezed as he took the fat head into his mouth. He moaned around it as he was rewarded with a heavy dollop of Clydesdale precum. He pulled off of the cock with a slurp and patted Tarke on the shoulder.

"I hope that was good for you, Tarke," he said with a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

Just then, Tarke felt himself start to shrink. His breath quickened as he felt his medium length tiger fur sprout all over his body. His bones and muscles began to realign to their normal shape and his hooves became hands that scraped the ground frantically from the weight of the Clydesdale still on him. But the feeling that stuck with him was the massive cock still hilted in his asshole. His insides shifted around it, squeezing and clenching the Clydesdale's erection, which only seemed to encourage Big Guy to start fucking again. The transformation had pulled Tarke slightly away from the feral horse, but the Clydesdale thrust it into him again and knocked the air from Tarke's lungs as the massive shaft surged into depths that the bull-tiger didn't know he had. He wailed weakly in his normal voice as the feral horse pushed forward and something inside of him finally aligned correctly, allowing the girthy horse cock to fully hilt in his widely stretched hybrid asshole.

"God damn, you're taking all of him even untransformed," Roy whistled, almost enviously.

"Jesus, Roy, he's so fucking huge," Tarke whimpered as the flared head pulled out for almost half a foot and then shoved completely back in. He looked down at himself in light-headed bliss to see the lewd protrusion that Big Guy's massive dick made in his stomach, but he also noticed that his own cock still looked equine, and a spurt of precum from the tip struck him in the chin as it throbbed and slapped his gut bulge.

"That part's temporary too, but it lasts longer," Roy whispered into Tarke's ear. "Just relax for now. Big Guy's gearing up for round two."

Tarke didn't know how to do that at this point. His asshole was stretched far wider than it had ever been before and he had no control over the stallion's thrusting as Big Guy began to increase his pace. Roy pressed his cocktip against Tarke's lips and the hybrid eagerly swallowed it again; letting both horses have their way with him seemed like his only option at the moment and god damn, did it feel like the right thing to do. Tarke moaned hotly around Roy's shaft as Big Guy's heavy nuts ground into his taint with each savage thrust. Tarke's head swam with overwhelmed desire as the pounding pressure against his prostate and the throbbing horse meat in his throat launched him over the edge of climax. His cum fired into the ground with audible force, even over the slapping sounds of Big Guy's erection claiming its place deep inside of him. Tarke panted and gripped Roy's ass in both hands, his nose pushed forward into the farmhand's crotch with each thrust of the feral stallion's hips above. The bull-tiger felt his stomach bulge further each time the Clydesdale's flared cockhead hilted in him. Roy grabbed the back of his head, eagerly moaning as Tarke's tongue writhed along his length.

Both horses came almost in unison. Roy hilted in Tarke's muzzle as his shaft pulsed, sending streaks of rich, potent semen down Tarke's throat. The Clydesdale above pushed forward so roughly that Roy nearly fell over backwards. The girthy, feral stallion cock thickened even further, and Tarke wailed in ecstasy around Roy's erection as that massive cock pressed against his prostate and stretched his inner sphincter wider and wider. An explosion of feral horse cum erupted so deep inside of Tarke that he could swear he felt it filling his stomach. His belly lewdly expanded from shot after shot of thick horse spunk and he whimpered hoarsely as Roy pulled his shaft free of Tarke's lips. With each shot of cum, Tarke gasped and he rubbed his belly as it bulged from the weighty load until he almost looked pregnant. His head swam and his mind almost broke when he saw Big Guy start to transform.

The large Clydesdale above him turned a darker shade of brown, and that massive dick slowly shrunk a bit inside of him as the last of Big Guy's second load oozed out. Tarke panted, too tired to be bewildered as the formerly feral horse took on the familiar appearance of his uncle, Sampson. The older bull leaned on the hybrid's back and kissed his neck and shoulders.

"Sorry about that, nephew, but your ass is just too amazing not to fuck," Sampson said in his low, gruff voice.

Tarke blushed and Roy rubbed them both on the head. "You two are probably pretty tired, so I'll handle the rest of the farm work today. Take as much time as you need for your reunion."

Sampson hugged Tarke from behind and the bull-tiger sighed happily. He didn't appreciate being tricked, but what an experience! Perhaps Uncle Sam would want to spend some more intimate time with him when they both weren't feral horses...

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