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OK, wrote this one while out of town and away from the laptop. As usual, if you are too young to read this junk, just say no (or at least cover one eye).

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"Tilt your head up just a little. That's good," the photographer said. I was in his studio for a big photo shoot. Earlier in the week a talent scout had run across me on the street and said I was a natural for the gig.

A big beer manufacturer was looking for a Clydesdale fur to use in their new advertising campaign that was going to be targeted towards the fur community. I was already well known as the human that transformed into a fur, along with all the media attention that goes along with such a miraculous event. I owed it all to Tank and the pills he gave me. The frequent workouts helped as well.

Now here I was, representing a major corporation as their fur spokesperson and model. Several friends were here for the photo shoot to offer their support, including Tank, Tom and Roger.

I saw Tank start pushing his way past the others, working his way around all the photography equipment. He was holding something, but I couldn't see what it was because of all the modeling lights. I heard a couple of screams and could tell there was some confusion going on.

Tank stepped out into the light and I could see he was holding a gun at arm's length, aimed right at my face. I heard the trigger click, then a loud explosion just as a bright flash appeared and then...

I woke up in a sweat. This was the worst of the nightmares I had all night. At least now it was morning. There was a pretty good thunderstorm outside, which explained the realism of the gunshot. Just to be sure, though, I pinched myself to verify I was awake and alive.

I was still laying on top of Tank. After the first nightmare woke me up, we moved into his bed and I curled back up on top of his warm chest. I was laying on my back, my head nestled up under his head.

Since all the nightmares revolved around turning into a horse, I took a physical inventory to prove to myself that I was indeed still human. I felt my arms and they weren't furry. My head was still its normal shape. I wiggled my toes to verify they were still there which meant I didn't have hooves. I could feel my flaccid cock draped across my leg and hanging down beside me.

Then it occurred to me that my cock has never been long enough to drape over my leg, let alone all the way down over the side. I carefully looked down and was shocked to see that my cock was a very dark brown color. It was very thick and had a distinctive flattened head and a medial ring. Shit! My cock had changed into a horse cock overnight! I laid there for several minutes just staring at it. Tank was quietly snoring away underneath me.

A million thoughts ran through my head. I can hear Tom now: "I told you so!" I wondered if I stopped taking the pills if it would return back to normal - not that I wouldn't mind being literally hung like a horse. Still, I was on the verge of freaking out.

"Tank, wake up," I whispered as I gently nudged him. He stirred for a few seconds until he woke up enough to realize I was on his chest.

"What's up?" he asked, groggily.

"I'm kinda freaking out, here," I replied.

"You've been freaking out all night, dude," he said. "There must have been a bad mushroom on your pizza or something."

"No, this is different," I was still whispering. "I'm really worried. Look down at my crotch. I have a fucking horse cock!"

"Damn!" Tank exclaimed, though he had lowered his voice to a loud whisper as well. "And it's fucking huge, too. No way I'm letting you top me any more." He started snickering.

"Look," I started. "This is all your damn fault. If you hadn't given me those pills..." Tank had passed the snickering stage and was trying his best to stifle his laughter.

"Ken, look," he said as he lifted the cock up off my leg, revealing my cock laying underneath. "It's my cock! Sheesh. I think you had way too many bad mushrooms." He was laughing hard now, his chest bouncing me around. Then he reached around me with both arms and held me tight.

We both laid there for probably another half hour. The thunderstorm was slowly rolling off into the distance. I started hearing the birds singing outside. Suddenly, I found myself chuckling, then laughing.

"What now?" Tank asked.

"It just struck me how funny it was that I thought your cock was mine," I replied.

"It was pretty funny," he agreed. "Look, I really need to get up. You're laying on my bladder."

We both got up, squeezed into the bathroom and pissed simultaneously in the toilet. I was done long before Tank. We both then sat down at the kitchen table with breakfast and talked about plans for the day.

We ended up heading to the gym to work out for a while and for Tank to take some follow-up measurements of my body. We were both pleased with the progress, especially after just a week.

We both headed to the locker room. Since it was a Saturday, there was a pretty good crowd. There was a mixture of furs and humans at this particular gym. Tank was apparently a pretty familiar fixture around the place.

One thing I did notice was that many of the humans seemed to watch Tank and I with more than just a passing interest. He and I stayed pretty close most of the time, to the point of being fairly flirty. I figured most of the onlookers had a mixture of curiosity and, given Tank's stature, probably a bit of jealousy.

As we both stripped down for the showers, I watched around the room at all the humans. Each and every one was stealing glances at Tank and, to some extent, myself. I will have to admit I was getting pretty buff and I was getting into the scene. If only they knew what Tank and I had done together.

Tank and I walked into the shower room. It was one of those big communal things like Tom had at his office, except the shower heads were individually controlled. I whispered to Tank that we should give our onlookers some type of show, within the constraints of being in a more public place, of course. He winked at me and we grabbed adjacent shower heads.

The shower room filled up pretty quickly, mostly with humans. Tank and I decided to take a long and luxurious shower.

Tank got the exhibitionist part rolling right away by gradually letting his cock unsheath to the point where it was about as long as it would go and still be flaccid - about nineteen inches or so. He did that while facing the wall and lathering up his mane. He nonchalantly turned around to face the crowd while leaning his head back into the water to rinse off.

I watched out of the corner of my eye for the reaction. I saw several of the guys look first in amazement, then with some amount of lust in their eyes. Without fail, every single one of them quickly got an erection. They each turned quickly towards the wall to hide their boners out of modesty or, in some cases, out of embarrassment for their own size.

I faced the wall for a bit, too. One reason was to try to contain any laughter. The other was to work my own cock a little so that it was just under semi-erect. Tank turned around to face me, holding a soapy sponge.

"Would you be kind enough to clean my back, good sir?" he asked in his most proper tone of voice.

"Why, most certainly," I replied, just as proper. "But you will have to stoop down just a bit so I can reach your shoulders."

With that, Tank stood with his back facing me and stooped just a bit. I made a big show out of trying to reach his massive shoulders, pressing my crotch right up into his ample ass. I thought a couple of the others were going to start jacking off right there on the spot. I think one guy over in the corner was pulling on his cock.

I took my sweet time, carefully washing Tank's back all the way down to the bottom of his massive glutes. I even shampooed his cute little cropped tail for him. I handed him the sponge back and looked to see several other heads quickly swivel around to hide the fact that they had been gawking.

"Would you be so kind as to return the favor?" I asked Tank, turning my back to him.

"Most certainly," he replied.

I felt him slowly start working my shoulders and upper back, standing much closer than he really needed to. His cock was dangling up against my ass as he slowly continued soaping my back. He made an exaggerated movement while stooping down to wash my lower back, his cock slowly sliding down my crack, the head dangling between my legs. By now, pretty much everyone in the shower had raging erections and a couple were making no effort to hide the fact that they were jacking off.

With the cooperative back washing out of the way, I was debating what to do next. I followed some of the onlookers gazes over to Tank. He was nonchalantly washing his cock, a thick lather of soap covering the length. He made completely sure he washed the entire length, stopping occasionally to lift the big tube up and study it for a few seconds as if taking note of little abnormalities here and there.

The crowd was going nuts by now. I had gotten so used to Tank that I actually did pretty well avoiding getting totally erect myself. Tank capped off the show by lathering up and attending to his massive balls.

He winked at me, which was my cue that the show was ending. We both rinsed off, turned off our shower heads and headed back to our lockers to dry off. We got dressed and headed out of the gym. Once we hit the sidewalk, neither one of us could contain our laughter.

"That was classic," I laughed. "Did you see their faces?"

"Yeah," Tank replied. "Though I am pretty used to all the leering stares. That's one reason I use Tom's place a lot."

"I thought you would like all the attention," I replied. "I bet you get human ass whenever you want, huh?"

"You're my first human," Tank said, in a serious tone. "All those guys just gawk and get boners, but when I approach them, they always have some excuse why they wouldn't do anything with a horse. Or probably with any fur, for that matter. That's why I like you."

"Aww, thanks," I replied, sincerely. "Bah, who needs them anyway, right?"

"Right," replied Tank. He reached down and put his arm around my shoulder. "Hey, I'm hungry. Let's hit the pub and have a couple beers and something to eat."

"Sounds like a plan," I replied.

We walked around the corner and entered Lula's Place, a very busy bar and grille. After a quick look around, I saw that I was the only human in the place. A few furs watched as we walked by, but I think they were admiring Tank more than looking at his interesting choice of friends. We plopped down in a booth and ordered a couple of beers from a fox that was walking by at the time. He brought them back and set them down and told us our server would be with us shortly.

"Hey, you're bi, right?" Tank asked me.

"Yeah, more or less," I replied.

"Check out that cutie over there," Tank pointed towards a fairly short equine waitress bent over taking an order a couple tables away. "Nice ass on her. You like?"

"So far, yeah, looks pretty cute," I replied. The waitress turned around, saw us sitting at the table and her eyes brightened up as she trotted over.

"Tank!" she said as she got to the table, reaching up and giving Tank a big hug. "How ya been? Haven't seen you in here forever. Who's your hot looking friend here?" She smiled over at me and winked.

"Heather, this is Ken, he's a really close friend of mine," he explained. Then he winked at her. "He's a pretty good fuck, too, if I say so myself."

"Tank!" I glared at him.

"Honey, that's OK, I hear that all the time from Tank," she smiled and patted me on the shoulder. Then, she sat down on my side of the booth, so I slid in a bit to give her more room. "You're OK, honey. So what are we going to have tonight?"

She started taking Tank's order, pressed up really close to me. She was slowly rubbing her leg against mine in a fairly provocative way, before just flopping it over top of mine and making herself comfortable.

"Ken?" she asked.

"What?" I stammered.

"I said, what will you be having this evening, me?" she was smiling and watching my face as my eyes slowly rose from her leg, up the side of her body to her face. "Or would you like something to eat first, to get your energy going?"

I'll have to admit, she was pretty sexy, even though I typically found male furs sexier. I gave her my order. She put her pen in her other hand and reached down and patted my cock under my pants.

"I'll be back with your order in a few," she said as she got up and trotted away. I watched her cute little ass, and her tail, bounce as she walked. She was wearing some cute little shorts and had a pink ribbon tying up her tail.

"You like her? We can take her back to my place," Tank said. "I'll let you two use my room. I can sleep in the living room."

"Well, uh, I guess," I said. "Are you sure? I mean, she just met me."

"Did you see the way she was rubbing against you?" Tank asked. "I think it's pretty obvious, dude. Tell you what, when she comes back with the food, I'll ask her. Worst that could happen is she says no."

"I guess," I shrugged.

"She's small. I'll bet she's tight, too," Tank continued. "Should be just your size, little stallion."

"What do you mean, you bet she's tight?" I probed. "Haven't you fucked her?"

"Me? I'm gay," he replied. "Besides, about all she could do with my cock is maybe give me a handjob. She's too tiny for me."

"OK, I'll go with whatever happens," I conceded.

When Heather came back with our food and sat it down on the table, I noticed she no longer had on her waitress stuff, only her regular clothing. She was looking pretty hot, I'll have to admit. She plopped back down next to me and slid up close, placing her bare leg back over top of mine. She wasted no time in starting to rub the inside of my thigh up near my crotch.

"So, I'm off work now," she beamed. "Mind if I sit with you two handsome studs?"

"Not at all," Tank said. "Matter of fact, if you're off work, what are your plans this evening?"

"Well, to be honest," she started, sliding her hand up and starting to fondle one of my balls through the fabric of my pants. "I'm not sure. I guess I'll probably go on home and watch TV or something."

Tank looked at me, waiting for me to invite her. I was preoccupied with my growing cock being stroked through my pants while trying to eat my food.

"I know," Tank finally offered. "Come on over to my place. Ken's coming over, too. We'd love to have you over."

"Why thank you for offering, Tank," she smiled, squeezing my cock a little more. "You don't mind, do you Ken?"

"No, not at all," I replied. "We'd love to have you come over." I reached down with one hand and guided her hand up and down the length of my shaft.

After we finished eating, we got up from the table. I tried not to look too obvious with my partial erection. Fortunately, the place was fairly dark, so I was able to slip out the door, hopefully unnoticed. We ended up over at Tank and Tom's place, chatting on the couch for a while. Heather was all over me, rubbing my cock back up to a raging erection again.

"Hey, why don't you two use my room?" Tank offered. "Looks like I'm the third wheel tonight."

"Sure," Heather replied, standing up. "I'm going to freshen up a bit first, though. Meet you there, Ken." With that, she sauntered off to the bathroom. As soon as the door shut, Tank spoke up.

"Horse pussy is pretty much the same as human pussy," he explained. "Go have fun. I'll just catch some TV in here. Don't worry if you two go at it all night - I'll camp out on the floor in here. Go get her, Tiger." He grinned and punched my arm.

"Sure thing," I winked at him as I started towards his room. Once I got there, I went ahead and stripped down. I assumed that was what Heather was probably doing in the bathroom. However, she walked into Tank's room still clothed. She smiled and slowly pushed the door shut.

"Mind if I turn off the lights?" she asked, flipping them off any way.

Within a few seconds, she was pushing me down onto the bed and immediately started slathering her attention on my raging cock, sucking the whole thing into her mouth and running her long tongue down at the same time and fondling my ball sack, pushing my nuts around and slobbering everything up really well.

She started sliding up my body, licking up my abs, around my navel and started nibbling gently on my nipples. I reached down and started pulling her tank top off over her head. She tossed it aside and continued working on my nipples. I was reaching down and unbuckling the belt on her tiny jean shorts, unbuttoning the top button and starting to peel them away, rubbing her ass through the rough fabric as she moved up on top of me.

"Wait," she said as she stood up. Let me peel them off, they're really tight. I could see her silhouette against the moonlight streaming through the window. She did have a cute little body. I was imagining what her pussy was going to feel like, sliding down my rock hard shaft. She climbed back on the bed, straddling me, then leaned down and started pushing her tongue into my mouth.

Our tongues lashed at each other as she slowly slid one hand up and down my cock. I was slowly sliding my hands down her sides, grabbing each of her small, rounded ass cheeks in each hand. I slid one hand back up her side, then slowly down around her chest. I slowly started sliding my hand, middle finger first, down her abs, with the goal of eventually fingering her pussy lips. As I got down to her crotch, I finally found...

"Should be about any second now," Tank muttered to himself in the living room, smiling as he watched the TV with the sound muted.

"Taaannnnnk!" I yelled, unknowingly right on cue.

It turned out Heather was a he. Instead of a pussy, I found a small horse cock slowly emerging from her, er, his sheath.

I heard Tank in the living room, rolling on the floor laughing like an idiot.

"He pulls this stunt on all his new friends," Heather explained. "I hope you're not mad at me, Ken."

"No, I'm not," I replied, snickering. "Actually, it was pretty funny. Too bad the lights weren't on. You should have seen the look on my face when I found your sheath instead of a pussy."

We were both laughing as Tank pushed the door open.

"Sorry, Ken, I couldn't resist," he laughingly explained as he flipped on the light. "Ken, this is actually Randy. You guys can get dressed if you want. We can have a beer and watch TV."

"Actually," Randy replied, "I'd like to stay here with Ken for a little while longer, if he's OK with it."

Tank looked over at me. I looked at Randy, then down at my still erect cock, dripping precum on my abs.

"Flip the light, off, Tank," I smiled. "We'll see you later on."