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The Hook-Up

You were never really sure when he stopped being 'that guy you blew'. Back then, there was only one thing on your mind when you had your little sessions with him. You were young, horny, and quite honestly desperate for another man's touch. He was your solution to a part of yourself you had always considered an obstacle. No one likes being too horned up to focus on their college workload.

So you'd meet him there in that far corner stall. He'd usually be hard, his boots tapping on the tiled floor in impatience as you fumbled with your own belt. You thought you knew him pretty well back then; just a guy looking for another guy to help quell each other's raging hormones. He'd always make you suck him off first, his hands on the back of your head as he slowly rocks into your mouth. It used to bother you when he gripped your hair and kept you pinned to his groin. Whenever you went down on him, he somehow always made you feel like he was using you. You know better than that now. His harsh grunts and stern reminders weren't ones made out of disrespect… No.

Even back then he was grooming you.

“Look me in the eyes when you suck me off." He'd say, tilting your head up as the tip of his cock would come to a rest at the back of your mouth. His fingers would curl in your hair then, and he'd shake you around a bit.

“Hold it." He'd grunt out, his hips mashing against your lips as he'd thrust into your face. When he'd finally cum, your eyes would be close to watering. He always seemed to know when you were hitting your limit, and for that you were grateful.

You were even more grateful when he'd pull you up off the floor and push you into the stall door. In the beginning, he'd have to work for a bit on trying to get you back to full mast. But by the end of your romps in the bathroom your cock would be rock hard, flexing in excitement for the ride that was about to come.

See, you would've had a bigger issue with the hair-pulling if he wasn't so masterful at the art of cocksucking. Whenever he went down on you, he'd really go down. You doubted the man wouldn't hesitate to deepthroat a cock twice as big as yours, and in the months to come that suspicion would be proven correct.

You'd cum, of course. With lips like that it was hard not to. He'd always let your load trickle down his throat as he'd work his mouth over your cock, only letting his lips pop off the tip of your shaft when the last of your seed had been drained.

He was good. Better than you'd ever had. Your own hand could barely hold a candle to that mouth, and soon enough your weekly visits became bi-weekly. Then three times a week…

Needless to say, the two of you were getting tired of meeting up in a dingy bathroom to suck each other off… Especially when your oral fixation started flaring up every day. You would've offered your dormitory, but your roommate walking in one you was not a risk you were willing to take.

He offered you his place after a bit of delegation. Looking back, you realize that it was all part of his plan. This was the obvious next step for him... For you. He'd been looking for someone to adapt to his lifestyle, and a man desperate enough to suck another guy off in a bathroom was the perfect fit.

“Fine." He sighed, shaking his head. “I guess we can do it at my pad."

You remember being far more excited at the sound of those words than you had any right to be.

“However." He said suddenly, your heart sinking immediately. The word made your heart sink; W-Was he already in a relationship? Your mind began to race as fast as your heart pulsed in your chest.

“If you start coming over you have to be ready to start... indulging me." He explained, his arms crossing over his expansive chest.

Indulging him? You hadn't the slightest idea what he meant by that. Unreciprocated anal? Fetching a beer for him from the fridge? Whatever it was… It couldn't be that bad. If he did something you didn't like, you could always just leave. Right?

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The Indulging

Cuddling... He'd meant cuddling. You were so relieved to hear that all he had wanted in return was a few minutes with you under the covers. He demanded that he be the big spoon, but that never bothered you in the slightest. You liked feeling the larger man press up behind you, his groin nestled against your rear.

You'd start falling asleep with him wrapped around you. After that, the two of you started meeting up later. And later. And later. Your roommate started asking questions about where you went every night, but you didn't have the heart to tell him. What were you supposed to say? That you were slowly spending more and more time with the man you'd first met in the back stall of a campus bathroom?

He never forced you into anything, either. He always made sure to get your permission, of course. However, that didn't mean the man wasn't actively suggesting ideas to you. You still remember asking why he kept the lube on the nightstand… Or gritting your teeth in temptation as he'd roll his thick hips against your rear… That damned arousal pressing parting your cheeks. Back then you used to tell yourself that the man was hung like a horse… especially when that thick cock was rubbing between your thighs.

Now the phrase just seemed a bit redundant.

You asked for it one night. Anal. Nice and slow. He didn't even bother acknowledging the question… He just reached for the lube and kissed your neck. At this point, your perspective on the behavior you had once been quick to call harsh and uncaring had changed. The hand that curled through your hair and gripped you tightly now felt passionate and strong. His grunting commands were those of a teacher guiding his pupil. When he told you to arch your back, you did so. When he demanded for you to push against him, you'd happily oblige. He taught you how to take his cock and enjoy it. You were grateful for that. It didn't feel like you were indulging him at all. You had no reason to feel that way!

It wasn't until a few months later that he started giving you reasons. The man had always been a bit older than you… Old enough to have his own place with no roommates. Looking back, you realize you should've asked about all the locked doors sooner. But back then the only places in his home that had any function to you were his bathroom, his bedroom, and his kitchen.

When he finally pulled the keys out to unlock the doors to one of his spare rooms, a wave of confusion washed over you. Your initial question was simple; why would the man feel compelled to hide away parts of his home from you?

That question was quickly replaced with another, more urgent question as the door opened wide.

Why would anyone feel the need to dedicate an entire room of their home to living out sexual fantasies?

Gear. Leather. Bondage. Gym equipment? Well… You assumed that if you had already resigned to letting an entire room reek of musk, you might as well make it your workout room as well.

You were obviously nervous, and you were quick to make that very clear to your friend. You remember taking a step back, your heart suddenly racing as you began questioning why you were even here. For the sex? Was that all?

If there truly were any indicators to be had about the events to come, this moment would have been it. The harness for the muzzle had been right there, too… Just hanging on the wall. But you ignored it. You were too busy focusing on the sensation of your man walking up to you and hugging you tightly, his voice soft and gentle as he talks you out of your panic. Even back then, it felt so good to have his hand run down your back in long, slow strokes.

“It's okay." He cooed to you, his voice calming… Almost intoxicating. “Always at your pace, remember? I'll always go at your pace. I won't do anything you aren't comfortable with. Always."

You chose to believe him… Even in this moment when your mind was most unsettled… You stayed. He was so kind to you… Gentle, caring. More than anyone else… He looked out for you. You weren't about to give that up.

You weren't about to let your boyfriend go.

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The Reveling

He'd always get you worked up first. He'd lean you down over the bed and spend what felt like hours beneath you. He'd kiss and suck and tend to you like no one else had. It was the first time you'd let any man kiss you down there… And you were quickly learning how much you liked it. By the end you'd be desperate to touch yourself, your hands twitching and shaking by your sides. But he had a rule. If you didn't touch yourself, he wouldn't stop…

And you never liked it when he stopped.

However, even a man as amazing as your boyfriend couldn't last forever. Eventually he'd tire and pull out from under you. You'd take that as your cue to jerk off… As quickly and fervently as you could muster.

But one night, he wouldn't let you. Instead he reached around you and pulled your hands away from your groin. He kept them pinned at your side as he kissed and sucked at your neck.

He knew just how desperate he could make you… and in those moments of depravity…

You'd say almost anything.

“Who's my horse?" He asked gruffly, fingers tightening around your own.

The question met your brain with confusion. What?

“C'mon." He would urge, pressing sharply against you from behind. “Who's my big strong man? My stallion?"

You swallowed tightly, unsure of how to respond. You were practically hyperventilating at this point, your need overtaking you.

“You heard me." He growled in your ear, your eyes widening as you felt his arousal slide up against your slickened rear.

“I-I am." You stammered out, desperate for your own release. “I am!"

“You're what?" He hissed, his cock slowly sinking into your rear as you let out gasping pants. Fuck, he was such a tease. Always had been. And right then… You needed it. You wanted it.

“I am!" You cried out, back arching against him as he thrusted into you… Arching just like you'd been taught. “I'm your s-stallion!"

He laughed at that, your cheeks burning with embarrassment as you felt more and more of his length enter you. He slowly let go of your hands as he leaned against you, his cock finally hilting within your depths.

“Good." He growled. “Then I'll ride you like one."

That was the first time you found yourself blushing in embarrassment during an orgasm… And it wouldn't be the last. As the weeks continued, such language became commonplace. He made you beg in the strangest ways… And you were starting to enjoy the crude nicknames.

One day you surprised him with a coffee at his work place. You remember how happy he looked to see the token of gratitude… The subsequent hug… And the 'compliment' that followed.

“Good horsie." He whispered, one hand groping your rear as he accepted your gift.

You knew that the complement shouldn't have gotten you hard. You knew just how embarrassing the words were… And a part of you still wanted to recoil in shock.

But an even bigger part of you wanted more.

The nights he spent under you got more intense after that. As he lapped and sucked away, your thighs trembled around his face, a new excitement burning within you. It'd been getting increasingly harder to keep your hands away from your own arousal, and as such your boyfriend procured a unique solution.

You sat kneeling over your man, back arched into the air. Your arms were helping keep you steady… but your hands… well…

You'd had them fitted inside hooves.

They had been in your boyfriend's 'dungeon', of course. You'd been hesitant to try them on, but… Well… You wanted your man beneath you for as long as possible. There was something about seeing you wearing them that made your boyfriend so… Fervent in his ministrations. All you had to do was slip them on and he'd drop everything he was doing to carry you to the bedroom. At a certain point you stopped wearing them for your own goals and started just… Keeping them on for him.

You still remember when you first went into that room without him… Sauntering back out awkwardly in the other pair of hooves made for footwear. The apparel made your feet heavy, and each step let out an iconic sounding clip or clop on the hardwood floor. Seeing you wearing those hooves around his house? That made him happy. Really happy.

He showed you how to wear them properly after that… Y'know, after he fucked you. He thanked you so much… So, so much. You still remember the sensation of wrapping your hooves around him and listening to him compliment you… His hand once again stroking down your back in slow and heavy strides.

“Good horsie." He'd whisper in your ear. “My stallion."

Sometimes… Sometimes you'd forget how bizarre those words should have sounded. Wearing those hooves and walking around his house... It started to feel natural to you. You weren't even putting them on to try and seduce him anymore. You liked the sound they made on the floor. You enjoyed seeing him smile when he saw you clopping around. Sometimes… Sometimes you dreamed they were real.

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The Awakening

He came clean to you then. After the year he had spent living with you and falling in love… He finally came clean.

You were waiting for him on the bed; your hooves on, legs splayed. Your ass was freshly lubed, a butt plug pressed between your cheeks and deeply lodged. Sprouting from the end of the silicone was a plume of hairs… An authentic looking horse tail, just for him.

You'd bought it of course… Kept it secret from him. The look on his face when he finally showed up was priceless. His mouth was open, speechless. He truly didn't know what to say. A single word couldn't describe the emotion that coursed through his veins. Pride? Lust? Greed?

It would turn out to be something more than that. Primal, inelegant. Spontaneous and… Terrifying.

He just snorted. His nostrils flared as he stomped his foot against the floor. He couldn't take it anymore… He didn't want to wait any longer. As far as he was concerned, you were ready, willing, and desperate for this… Just as badly as he was.

That's why he decided to shift that night in front of you. Later he would explain that he had been waiting for an opportune time to explain his situation… That he had been grooming you into a person who would not only indulge his shifts, but revel in them. He would apologize for giving into his urges later… But in that moment all you could do was stare in bewilderment.

You remember looking at him in confusion as you watched his nostrils continue to flare and flare, widening and blunting as they began to push outwards. His entire face broadening and extending, lips curled as he let out a nicker of relief.

You remained frozen on the bed, eyes wide as you watched the strained man crawl towards you. His half-muzzle cracked and reshaped itself as his teeth broadened… closing down around the faux horse tail and gripping it in his powerful jaw. He snorted, his newly reshaped nostrils breathing hot air on your ass.

Still, you remained frozen. The alien sight in front of you was almost too much for your mind. It wasn't until you saw his ears bending, twisting, and elongating that you began to understand. Tufts of black fur sprouted up from the equine ears as they swiveled towards you… Alert. Ready. Listening.

Even as your boyfriend's instincts began to kick into overdrive… As his shirt began to rip and his ass spilled out of his jeans… He waited. His bright eyes stared back into yours as the rest of his face shifted into place. Tense. Needy. But patient.

He promised he'd go at your pace so long ago… And as always, he was waiting for your approval.

You could have screamed and shouted... You could have yelled at the top of your lungs in a desperate attempt to get someone's attention… But in that moment?

You were completely calm.

“Do it." You grunted, arching your back once more. You pressed your head against the bed sheets as you looked behind yourself, eyes wide as you watched his hands tighten and curl into hooves. You knew he wouldn't be able to take out the plug now, but as you reached up to help the horse you felt a tug at your 'tail'.

Tug. Tug. POP!

The equine's grip on your toy yanked the plug out of your ass in one clean pull. You felt a bead of lube roll down your taint and collect on your balls before an even wetter, heavier tongue pressed against your skin. Your boyfriend's muzzle slid up your rear as he slurped, those broad flat teeth nipping and playing with your skin as he sucked at your flesh. That tongue… It was better than anything you'd felt before. The precision your boyfriend had lost was replaced with something else. A desire… A hunger you'd only just scratched the surface of. He snorted passionately as he pressed his nose against your rear. Inhaling. Taking in your scent fully and completely.

The scent of his mate.

He neighed loudly as he opened his muzzle wide, tongue plunging into the depths of your ass. It was the first time you'd been fucked by a horse's tongue, and for half a moment you had assumed that it'd been his cock that had stuffed itself inside of you.

You quickly learned this was not the case. The equine male's length reminded you of its presence as it flexed, slapping against your boyfriend's stomach loudly. Fuck. It was big. Bigger than you could take. Your asshole clenched around the tongue inside you, as if on recoiling. The horse responded in kind, pressing even harder against you… Tongue digging deeper than anything you'd had stuffed inside you.

Fuck. Y-You couldn't take it. As wild as this was, you were ready to cum. Trembling, you fumbled with your hooves, yanking off the clothing to reach for your own cock. Greedy fingers wrapped around your member as you moaned in need, desire overtaking you completely.

The desire didn't last long. The fat tongue lodged deep within you suddenly began to pull out, your hole gaping and flexing at the empty air with need. A snort of disappointment came from the beast behind you. You turned back to face your man to see the expression written plainly on his face. The horse flicked an ear in annoyance, and he snorted again.

The hoof. He only… Went down… For as long as you…

You nodded shakily as you sat upright, grabbing your hoof and slowly slipping it back on. This was your first real opportunity to stare at the beast. He looked to be a friesian, his shiny black coat giving him a rather intimidating silhouette. The bed creaked as the horse-man crawled onto the bed, his nostrils flaring as he leaned in towards you.

You held up the hoof to him, as if to say 'see?'. The beast snorted, brushing the hoof aside and pressing his muzzle against your lips. A thick tongue slid up your face, your own lips hesitantly parting as you gave your boyfriend a kiss. There was a lot of sucking involved as he leaned over you, massive pecs pressing against your body as he pushed you down onto the bed. Snorts, nickers, and wet noises filled the air as your hooves explored the equine's body. He was handsome, big, and…

Very, very well endowed.

You moved your clunky hooves up and down the shaft as you sucked on the horse's tongue. As your hands increased in speed, so too did the horse's snorting. Eventually, the horse pulled away, whinnying loudly.

In that moment, you knew what he wanted. He wanted to fuck you… To fill you with a shaft that the two of you knew couldn't fit inside you. You could tell by the friesian's breathing that he wanted it… and… Fuck. You did too.

You rolled over, back arching. You turned to look at the beast, the only word that escaped your mouth being a haggard and out of breath 'please'.

Please, please, please...

The horse snorted as he climbed over you, hooved hands pressing up around you on either side. Four of his fingers had been combined into a clunky hoove, his final finger having been remodeled into a hard and barely movable 'thumb'. The friesian's arms squeezed around you as he let out another snort, his hips pressing against your ass. You felt that fat length slap against your belly as his massive thighs squeezed around your own… Pulling them inwards… And pressing around the horse's shaft.

The friesian pulled back suddenly, his cock sliding against your own arousal. You balled your fists in your hooves as you felt him slam back down against you, your ass pressing tightly against his hips. He lets out a snort of satisfaction as he pulled back once more… Then slammed against you. Again and again. Over and over. You gripped your thighs around his length as he fucked them, the head of his shaft leaving your torso slick with pre. You find yourself grunting as well, grinding your shaft against his as you continued to let the bestial man dry hump you. Your eyes were wide as the horse's hips picked up speed. At this rate, you weren't going to last. You squeezed your thighs once more, even tighter… You own hips bucking as the tightness in your cock reached it's peak.

In that moment, all you could hear was the sound of powerful hips slamming against your own, your boyfriend's snorts and whinnies filling the air. It smelled like that locked off room, a thick musk filling your senses. You stared down at your hooves as let your nostrils flare. You could hear him neighing in ecstasy, hips slapping erratically as your chest was coated in his seed. Still, you humped… And snorted… And squeezed. Your hips bucked and spasmed as you felt yourself lose control, eyes trained on your hooves.

You could feel your own load mix with his as a single thought consumed your mind.

In that moment… You wanted those hooves to be real.

From that point on. You wanted to be a horse.

His horse.

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:Cambionsicon: To be continued? ** :Cambionsicon: **

Well met, mortal. I hope you enjoyed the read. Sometimes the simplest of premises can be exciting to explore. Why turn a man into a horse when you could first twist his desires? Only when he's consumed by the need, can he fully appreciate the changes. Our equine chose a route of passion and caring; to wait until his lover was fully ready... To claim him.

See you next time.

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