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Master's Command

By CimmaronSpirit

Commission for 12345Furry

WARNING: Story contains: feral to anthro TF, horse, mind control, hypnosis, M/solo, orgasm on command, multiple orgasms, cum in clothing and more. Don't read if you aren't 18 or don't like anything I just mentioned. Otherwise, enjoy!

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Master has been acting weird lately. I cannot determine why, but in the past few moon cycles, Master has seemingly expressed interest and arousal to me, which is strange. As a stallion, it's not like the two-legged can actually do anything with me. But he seemingly had little interest in others like himself, only me.

But Master today had a strange thing in his hand, which he placed around my neck. It was a shiny yellow, with a green thing in the middle that glowed brightly like if a bit of the sun was trapped inside. It tingled and felt weird when it was on my chest, and it felt warm, slightly uncomfortable. But even though Master was behaving strangely, he still took good care of me, and treated me well, so I trusted him.

"Let's see if this works," Master said quietly, as he came into my stall, with a grin on his face. I was confused, and still feeling tingly and strange from the thing around my neck.

"Transform into an anthro!" Master said.

The words meant nothing to me, yet my body responded as the tingling grew more intense, and the gem on the necklace around my neck grew brighter and warmed up. I was surprised, stunned and confused. I wanted to whinney, to throw my mane, anything to stop the change, but I felt like I was frozen, that only my mind was active. I could feel bones shifting and changing, my back legs getting stronger and thicker, my front legs started shifting and changing into arms like Master's, complete with fingers as my hooves broke apart. My chest and belly compressed, and my head now lifted up.

The tingling continued, as I now stood up, on two legs, much like Master. I was much taller than him, as he only came up to my new chest. I wanted to look over my new body, to see what happened, but it seemed like my mind had been kept in it's own stall, and could only look out through glassy eyes.

I must have looked much like Master now: two legged, with fingers and arms and thumbs. But I was also still mostly horse: covered in brown and white hair, with a long flowing mane and tail, and large hooves on my feet. I still felt all the muscles and strength that I had before, just in different positions now.

Master was still grinning. "It worked! Fuck, it worked!"

I had no idea what was happening... but Master would never hurt me, right?

"Put these on," Master said, pulling out a small piece of fabric from a pocket on his jacket. My new fingers reached out and picked up the clothing, though I didn't tell them too. Only a couple of times, in the coldest of winters, had I ever worn such a fabric, but they were big, heavy and warm. This was much smaller, a bright red color, and of a strange material. I held them up, then proceeded to place one leg, then another through the two smaller holes of the stretchy cloth, then pulled them up both legs until it reached my groin, and covered my balls and sheathe, with a large bulge in the red fabric.

"Oh, you are very sexy," Master said with a leering smirk. "Do a dance for me, show off your new body."

I had no idea what "dance" meant, or what I even looked like. Yet, my body, tingling and controlled by something else, some other power, began to move, gyrate, flex in muscular poses. I had no idea what I was doing, yet my body did it anyway.

"Hell yeah," Master said, leaning against the stall. "Get hard for me, show me that big cock of yours."

I could feel my stallionhood slip out of my sheathe, but instead of flopping down like it normally would, to get hard and slap against my chest before I mounted a mare, simulated or real, it was constrained by the strange clothing that Master told me to put on. My penis grew longer and harder, and made the red cloth stretch around my shaft, keeping my cock tight against my hips and leg.

"Fucking hell, you are huge," Master whispered, admirning me as I continued to dance and pose. "Such a sexy stallion," he murmured. I could see that his own pants were bulged as he watched me, much like what my cock did in the fabric that he had me wear.

"Now, cum."

With no warning, except the intense tingling and warmth focused on my groin, with no mare or tube, I suddenly felt my cock flare and I orgasmed. The white, creamy seed filled the cloth prison, darkening the red fabric, with only a few drops coming out and dripping down to the hay and straw covered floor. Even with multiple shots, all it did was soak and fill the fabric that covered my groin.

"Fuck yeah... cum again!" Master ordered.

The tingling returned again, and soon was shooting even more cum, still trapped in the fabric.

"Again!"

A third time, I came, while I still danced and showed off like he told me too.

Master was biting his lip, and I could see a dark spot on his pants as well. The smell of Master's seed reached my nose, so apparently he enjoyed it as well.

"Very good," Master said. "You can stop now."

I stopped dancing, and now stood up straight, unmoving.

"Rest now. We'll try this more later," Master said, leaving my stall as exhaustion and tiredness descended on me and I fell asleep.