Unfamiliars: A Were-Horse Story (Chapter 2)
#2 of Unfamilars
I am (temporarily) back from a hiatus so I am pleased to present a continuation of my new story series "Unfamiliars". There will be tons of horses, sex, transformation and more in this series! Hope you all enjoy!
And as always I appreciate any feedback. Let me know what you think!
Unfamiliars: A Were-Horse Story - Part 2
"Uurrhhhnnnnn...." the horse groaned as he slowly woke. Light shone through the kitchen windows. His long mouth smacked dryly, thick tongue feeling cottony, having spent the majority of his slumber hanging out of his mouth. He moved it over his broad teeth trying to wet his mouth, it felt like he had been sucking on mothballs. His broad lips hitched as they dragged over the floor, stuck slightly. The floor was unwilling to release his equine head. The horse's large pupils contracted as the harsh light hit his waking eyes, forcing them to squint. The world came into focus slowly. His long jaw felt hugely uncomfortable and...crusty. His eyes opened wider as he realized that that the crunchiness on on his sheer-furred skin was his cum deeply caked into his fur.
"N...nnoo..not...not again." he moaned sorrowfully realizing what he had done. The horse managed to roll over, broad hands holding his face in shame. He could feel the cum cracking in his fur all over his body as he struggled to detach from a still-wet puddle of his jism. The bunched and clotted cum in his fur reluctantly cracked as his strong sinewy muscles moved under his skin as he shifted.
He couldn't believe he had let it happen. He was never going to be able to turn human again if he couldn't stop. He wasn't sure there was any going back now. "AGHHHH!!!" he bellowed in mounting frustration. After a long while he managed to pull himself together. His hands retreated from his face as they braced him the cum-caked floor, cannon-like arms pushed backwards to prop his large torso upward. He glanced downward as he rose. Thankfully his cock was neatly tucked in his sheath between his legs, only its flat pink head peeked out between the thick black folds. A single drop of dried jism clinging to the heavy flesh right under his pencil-sized urethral opening. His still swollen onyx-colored balls jostled between his creamy legs. He could always feel their weight pushing against his inner thighs. They were an ever present reminder of what he was, what his body was built to do. He didn't dare touch the pair of tightly-packed testes or his prominent sheath as he staggered to his large hoofed feet.
Using the nearby kitchen counter for support he rose shakily. The edges of the cooking surface cracking under his fingers as his weight pressed heavily on the tiles. Finally on his feet the horse stretched his arms skyward, his body cracking and creaking as bones slightly reoriented themselves. "Uhhh..uhhhhhh" he huffed tiredly. He was a mess. His arms, face, chest, crotch and even legs were thoroughly caked with uncomfortable amount dried cum. Sticks and leaves were woven between the hair of his mane and tail, mud stuck deeply in the crevices of his hooves and the thick nails on his hands.
As he tried to rub the crunchy grime out of his chest fur he had the slightest inkling that there was something he was forgetting. He looked around. The far wall of the kitchen had a horse-head sized dent in it. He ran his thick fingers through the top of his head, coming away with a good amount of drywall dust on his digits. His ears flicked at the thought of how much was embedded in his scalp. The pool of cum up against the baseboard was even more substantial than the one he was lying in. There were globs splattered against a good portion of the remaining ruined wall's height.
Looking to his left he saw something slumped the floor he couldn't quite process. His eyes grew wide as he realized what it was. A person! He leaped backwards in shock, hooves clattering, letting out a faint panicked neigh. His instincts getting the better of him for a moment. Large heart racing he settled himself. Last night was coming back to him. He remembered the running...falling....grinding.... Something under his heaving body, being unable to stop. The need to mate. The writhing against his crotch... It was all so foggy, the heat messing with his memory.
Recalling his late night rutting session was starting to make his balls throb, pressing their heat into his thighs. His cock started to peek out of its home just above them as the need flared deep in his groin. Urgency pulsing through the swelling member as it began filling with blood "nnhhhnnn...NO!!!" he bellowed, hunching over, lips curling backwards to reveal his flat teeth. Foam starting to form at the corners of his mouth. The horse wouldn't let it happen again, his body shaking. He had to focus on something else. His hands clenched into hard fists as he tried to control himself. He breathed deeply and slowly. It was working
He looked at the human again, his body calming. The horse's eyes sized up the figure sprawled on the floor. He could see the tiniest bump in his damp pj's crotch. He was a boy? No, more of a man, but barely into his twenties. The bump was blissfully amorphous enough that he could control the heat flaring in his chest. His eyes were anxious to move on as they continued combing the man's body. The man was thin and lanky with pale skin. He looked crushed, the horse realizing what his weight must have done to the man crumbled on the floor. He was too still, fear lanced through the horse. Then finally his narrow chest rose raggedly. "Hpphheww" the horse grunted in relief, he was still thankfully alive.
The horse crouched down, the bottom of his sac sliding across the floor. He reared his head in a lustful whinny, shocks of pleasure erupting in his too-heavy orbs, his thick thighs shaking. His groins' muscles tried their best to raise the wrecking balls up off the floor but his finely honed crotch muscles weren't quite in his conscious control. His mind was holding his true strength, and lust, back. He had to focus! He shook his maned head again as he attempted to clear his thoughts once more. It was getting more and more difficult, the longer and more he was like this the less and less control he seemed to have. Finally after what seemed like forever the pounding in his loins died down. Taking another deep breath he poked at the human with a thick finger, rolling the body slightly before it rolled back. The man moaned faintly at the touch.
The horse realized that the man needed help. His late night masturbatory episode had hurt this small little human. His was filled with regret as he gingerly worked his hands under the fragile thing and lifted him, causing more soft moans to come from the mans partially conscious lolling head. The ache in his engorged groin was forgotten as he hoisted his fragile cargo. The man's fragile thin body was just north of a hundred pounds. The horse's muscles not even staining as he held him aloft. He tell what was wrong with him, the torn up clothes and caked on seed making it hard to diagnose anything.
The horse craned his head downward to take in his scent. His broad nose bumping into the mans stomach. He just make out the man's own his distinct aroma underneath his own much stronger musk. He nickered as his nostrils flared. He knew what he had to do, his cock was engorging again, four inches making their way out of his sheath as he worked.
Carefully he grabbed hold of the collar of the mans pj's with his teeth. He pulled and bit the fabric, ripping the garments as he made his way down the man's chest. Soon he had freed the man's upper body from the ruined garment, spitting its remains out of his mouth onto the floor. There were dark bruises all over the man's skin, especially around his ribcage. The horse groaned in empathetic pain. It looked bad, really bad.
He saw some of the bruising was peeking out of the waistband of the mans pajama bottoms as well. The thought of ripping off the man's pants was almost too much to bear, the horse jostling the man as his own hips thrust involuntarily, shaking the weighty package between his legs. His flaccid cock slapping his right leg. A growing bead of pre formed at the urethra of his engorging tool. He couldn't stop himself if he wanted to as his teeth bit the man's waistband and began to pull down. Lower and lower until the bottoms slipped off the man's narrow hips. They dragged downward to the mans knees as they revealing the rise of man's twig and berries.
The horse stopped, he was breathing hard now, steaming hot air coming from his nostrils. The man had shaved his pubic hair, what little there was of it. The man's crotch wasn't anything special, sporting a three-inch flaccid dick and balls that had partially retracted up into his crotch, each only the size of quail eggs. But yet it was enough to make the horse's balls clench in their sac, inches of his hardening length curling out of his quickly tightening sheath. Every fiber of his being driving him to greedily plow himself into this man.
"NNNRNHHHURRRRRR!!!!" the horse moaned, his hard-packed muscles hitching, his prostate thrummed as his mind and body fought inside of him. His taint swelling under his rounded ass cheeks. He wanted to help this man and he wanted to breed this man in increasingly equal measure.
The horse's eyes became a wild mix of lust and fear as his instincts - his need - crashed against what little humanity he had left. His cock surged with throbbing waves of fresh pumping hot blood, growing increasingly heavy and girthy between his legs. His balls ached, swelling slightly, their supply already replenished despite having been emptied just hours before.
He put the human on the counter as gingerly as he could, afraid he was going to drop him, or worse: impale him on his own cock. The surging heat making it hard to focus. "Huuurrrr...Can't...Not...!!! Not..not...nnrraayYYHHH!!!" he screamed, the instincts were quickly eroding what control he had left. His hands gripped his muzzle as he struggled to maintain control. He knew if he gave in he would damage this man, maybe kill him. No human was equipped to take him. The injuries the man had already sustained from their last coupling were too grave, he may not survive for another session. "don't...doNNTHHHNNGHH" he moaned as his hands grasped his tool. Despite his best efforts his massive stallion cock surged upwards towards his abs, a steady trickle of pre flowing down its broadening head and over his fingers. The pressure was building in his massive nuts as the dropped lower, causing the obsidian orbs to quiver between his legs. The gulping opening to his urethra enrapturing his lust-stricken eyes.
His nostrils flared, the flames of need engulfing him. He couldn't deny his own engorging throbbing cock as its sweet pre splatted onto the hard floor below. The flow was quickly increasing, every fresh wave of precum pushing its way up his cock's still growing length eroded his mind just a little more. His hands went from merely gripping to wildly massaging his girth. Grabbing at the thick pulsating veins feeding his length he whinied, his head rearing into the air.
"HURRR......HRRR ...HNNNGHH!!!" he moaned through his flat teeth as they ground audibly together. Electricity lanced at his loins as he snorted and neighed and bucked lustily, hooves stamping on the floor. Every touch of his now fully erect horseflesh was painful ecstasy. His hands furiously massaged and kneaded the concrete-like sex muscle. The taut organ's skin shining with his own slick juices. His crotch felt heavy, too heavy. The need was relentless as his whole body heaved in growing rhythm. "NNNOORRRHHHH!!!!" he cried out, all his willpower slipping away despite his desperate attempts to hold it together. His eyes glazed over in lust as his instincts took control, his masturbation redoubling in speed and urgency. His already deep voice becoming more guttural, more animalistic.
His cock swung madly between his legs, his hands barely able to get around its erect circumference as they squeezed and kneaded with a wild vigor. Arcs of steaming hot pre splattering the countertop and man as his cock's flat head flared. His balls jostled between his legs as they hitched upward. His prostate thrummed like a overclocked metronome. Dollops of foaming drool fell from the corners of his mouth as his breathing sped up, wide nostrils flaring. His wide pectorals tensed under his fur as he huffed "HRRRR...RHHNNNGHHH". Jolts of immeasurable pleasure lanced up and down his massive tool, causing it to throb impossibly harder under his needful grasp.
The horse's eyes dilated as he whipped his head backwards, his broad back arching with a painful tenseness. His body couldn't hold it back anymore. The steady stream of pre coming from his cock waned as his urethra bulged in anticipation. His impossibly large horse cock rose into the air like a column of chiseled marble, every inch of its length excruciatingly tight. Its medial ring throbbed as his groin struggled to support the weight of it. Heavy churning balls were dragged upwards towards his overstretched sheath as his hips thrust in air. He could hear his fast deep heartbeat pounding through his ears, his breathing ragged. Thigh muscles tensed as his legs widened their stance. He began to come with a roaring "NEEIIIIIIIGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!", spittle flying from his elongated head as the tip of his cock swelled with blood, becoming even larger.
For more than a minute his massive stallion body only existed to serve as a conveyer of his need. The neighing, huffing sounds emanating from deep in his chest were beyond animalistic as arc after scalding arc of his jism forced its way out of him. His eyes rolled upward into the back of his head as his hands gripped the base of his gargantuan tool with all his might. His arms' cannonball-sized muscles tensing wildly. The first arcs shot the furthest, clearing the kitchen easily they whipped down the hallway and across the front door. The cum splattered against its facade with force, soaking its knobs and latches with thick white jism.
The horse's legs shook as his cock rocked backwards from the force of its own ejaculation. Its weight slapping his heaving abs as another column of the thick jism erupted from the spasming muscle, this time thickly splattering his chest. "MRRFF....NEEIGHHH!!!!" he moaned lustily as his own ejaculation impacted and coated his upper torso. The cum reached all the way to the underside of his gasping muzzle. The steaming spunk blending into his creamy white fur, he could feel its heat burning against his thick skin. His tongue licked his newly cum-coated lips needfully. He could taste himself, the sweet sticky saltiness accosting his tastebuds which only drove him more wild as his hands grappled with his cock. His next arc was almost as powerful as his first, driven by the lingering taste of his own seed.
Thick ropes of the horse's semen coated the prone mans entire body, soaking him in the horse's virility. The horse came again and again, unable to stop, his body staggering on his hooves. Muscles swelled slightly as his back's vertebrae creaked and cracked. His body lurched as it put on height, clenching balls swelling between his legs. The veins in his cock pulsed as his medial ring thickened. His penis's domed head throbbed as it was pushed upward by half an inch more convulsing horse meat than he had had moments before. Steaming strands of cum splattered everywhere as his balls did their best to empty themselves all over the man's house.
The horse's hands released his cock as the orgasm continued to roll through him. His legs were growing weak from the exertion. Thick digits gripped the countertop as his body listed unwillingly forward. His loud nickering subsided into a series of deep guttural grunt and moans. His nostrils flared wide as he breathed in the pungent seed of his loins. But his sensitive olfactory glands found another scent buried under the musk of cum. The man. The horse had unwittingly accomplished his goal of not breeding the man, despite his own rampant masturbation. He had also coated a good part of him in a thick webbing of semen. His nostrils sucked in an immense amount of musky air as he took in the man's scent once again. His nose within inches of the man's prone naked body. His stance widened as his hooves slipped backwards, spreading his substantial ass cheeks. His penis leveled with the slick surface as it convulsions began to slow and become more erratic. The ropes of cum pushing out of his still painfully erect member diminishing in volume and velocity as they impacted wetly against the cabinets under the counter.
The thrumming in the horse's loins became a more and more distant drumbeat. But even so he couldn't help himself as he began to lick up the seed off the man's thin chest. The gooey semen satiating his body's growing need for salt to help replenish his depleted reserves. The horse's mental faculties were still shut down to an extent that he didn't even notice that under all that cum the man's dark bruises had completely faded, his bones resetting into their proper places. The horse made his way lower on the man's body, closer and closer to the area between his legs. His rough tongue making quick work of the matted excretions. As the horse's tongue began to work its way over his shaved crotch the man's eyes shot open.
?End Chapter 2!