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Captured, Transformed and Forced to Breed

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by adagiodajiang

Hika's breath raked through his lungs, feet pounding the hard ground. It was not tarmac anymore but broken and rugged where army trucks and equipment that city streets had never been designed to take had cut it up, tearing and ripping it where normal cars had once been. He wouldn't have recognised his city, truth be told, if it had been presented to him without the knowledge of what had happened there.

His skin was darker than most, though such shades did not matter in times like his, though he liked to think, rather wryly that the wheaten-brown of his skin made the dirt and grime show less. There weren't many showers left for people like him, members of the resistance fighting back against a tyrant who had sunk his claws into the city and was loathe to release it. Technology was rampant there and he cursed as he ducked behind an overflowing wheelie bin, the reek of rubbish spilling forth at least covering up worse scents, though it was little comfort in the grand scheme of themes.

Hika's heart pounded as he hunkered down, praying that the drone would not spot him. It was always hit and miss at to which way they flew, some programmed to check behind obstacles and some not, for every drone couldn't check every obstacle in an entire city, regardless of how many they had. He pushed his dark hair back shakily, the muscles in his legs hard and tight, still sore and yet muscles that he would soon have to use, for it had come time to run.

So close, so very close, and all he had to do was to plant the bomb, though it was not a bomb that would kill anyone, not per se, but shatter the network of technology lacing the city. It would bring the false monarchy, the abusive cretin, to his knees, nothing without his schemes and plots, the drama of the tensions there that kept him afloat. Harder and faster – out in the open. Oh, that part of the city almost looked whole, trees lining the road as if to say that there was still a chance of greenery in the road, the part where the rich and still wealthy, the ones who bent the knee to power, still lived. Yet he was not there to sightsee as the turrets clanked and rose, guns pivoting, sights locking onto him with unerring precision.

Harder, faster – if there was one thing he knew how to do, it was to run, and run was all he did as he flung the device within range, howling as his world exploded. Lights flashing, sirens blaring, guns firing: yet all he knew was pain and it was pain that seared through him from the inside out as Hika lost his grip on reality and slipped into the sweet relief of darkness.

His life would never be the same again.

*

He didn't expect to wake up and much less in a clinical setting. Blinking, he pushed himself up from where he had surely been placed, for he was too “positioned" to have fallen there naturally, on the floor, his torso lifting slowly. It was strange, very strange, but he had to look around, had to get his bearings, even as his heart sank.

He wasn't dead. He was captured. The former would have been preferable.

“Hello? What are you doing to me?"

He was alone in there, a clinical box of glass on four sides surrounded by mechanical arms and what he could only see as medical equipment, perhaps the site of experiments. Hika's heart pounded but, as much as he turned and turned, there was no escape to be had from his cubicle of glass, lab-coat wearing scientists (or people of similar dress) stalking by, barely sparing him a glance even though he was in the midst of what he could only see as a lab.

Ah, but all was to come to light very, very soon, a scientist with her black hair tied back efficiently out of her face making a note on a clipboard as she surveyed him with dispassionate eyes. The fact that he beat on the glass, screamed and pounded, did nothing for her and nothing, most certainly, to her as she pressed a few buttons that he could not see on a panel, a smaller section of glass sliding out of place a little higher up.

If he could have moved more quickly, maybe things would have been different, but the mechanical arms shot down from above, latching him in place for the hypodermic needle that was coming. The equipment worked swiftly without a human to control it and Hika screamed, bearing his teeth and wrenching his weight back and forth like a wild animal, trapped and caged and never again to see himself free.

The needle stabbed deep, emptying the syringe contents into him, his head snapping back, the effects immediate as his pupils trembled in a way that should never have been possible. His skin crawled, prickling and pulling as he was set down again, the equipment retracting, for it would no longer be needed to hold him. He staggered, spinning and turning, yet part of that was his head too, stomach roiling and rolling with nauseating heaves. Shoulders pushing out, his spin cracked, pain lancing through, the impossible becoming possible as his mind reeled.

Barely aware of what was happening to him, his back end rounded out, fingers melding into what could only be called a hoof, the joints of his arms and hands shifting. He was no longer destined to be a man, you see, but something more, something better suiting their purpose, ripping the seams of his clothes as his bones cracked into new positions. More comfortable on all fours, he felt forward, his scream hoarse and gargled, yet there was not even anyone watching him, observing him, perhaps as they knew that there was nothing, even then, that he could do about his change. It was all happening without his will and consent, black hair prickling to life all over him, his face bulging out and out into a snout, face unrecognisable even as he screamed.

Yet those screams, of course, would go completely ignored and unheard as he transformed, vaguely aware of the animals left in the world that had hooves but, well, not believing it himself. It was not possible, not truly, but he could barely think, hardly breathing, not even as his lungs grew larger and rounded, their capacity for air and breath increased drastically as his ribcage expanded with a crack and pop of bones.

It was no longer his body, no, not as he twisted and found, a tail pulling from the base of his spine and falling over his new hindquarters in a swish of hair, coarse and rough, just what was due for his kind. The rebels were not looked on kindly by those in power, for the obvious reasons, and he howled hoarsely as his vocal cords became less than human, his final shriek devolving into a whinny that sealed his fate completely and utterly. Hika thrashed but hooves were not designed for such smooth, clinical floors, and he nearly toppled onto his nose, snorting heavily, nostrils pulled into that distinctly equine curve.

No... No, he couldn't be. They weren't that cruel, not so cruel as to transform him into an animal, an animal that had no words of their own! He tried to thrash but fell against the glass wall with a resounding shudder, some of the scientists working up from their tasks in the moderate-sized room that the cubicle had been placed in, although they had other things, better things, to be getting on with than worrying about one of the rebellion forces. It was his due, surely, they thought, and he must have done something heinous indeed to face such retribution. He should have counted himself lucky, truly, that they had no ended his life outright in a hail of bullets or worse. Torture too would have very much been on the cards.

Hika heaved for breath, his new tail shuddering, flicking, muscles trying to control themselves even as his maleness sucked back up into his body. It was not meant to be there, not in the body of a stallion like him, and he grunted as it secluded itself away within a fold of skin, what he would come to know later as a sheath. It was all change, so much change, and he might have liked the swelling and plumping out of his balls if he'd been in a different position but, alas, things were not to be in that manner.

Pain arched through his shoulders as they pushed up, a wither forming at the base of his neck too as it elongated, stretching out to a grunt from his lips, ears lifting and pinning themselves back immediately. He knew that he was black from head to toe, but he couldn't see a spot of white marking on him when he swung his blocky, weighty head back and forth, jaw clenched and teeth grinding into one another even as they became those of a plant-eater. A horse, after all, didn't need to have the defined canines needed to eat meat and he was just a horse, only a horse, though his mind was still intact.

A mane spilt down his neck in a luxurious fall of hair, darker than what he had borne naturally, and he sank to the ground, front legs bowing, shakily collapsing, trying to work his new legs to fall with some manner of grace. It was a big body, a very big body indeed, perhaps standing at a good seventeen hands or so, though it was hard to guess with his body shaking still with pain.

Impossible... This can't be...

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But it was and it was something that not even Hika could run from, grunting as his transformation completed itself, legs long and elegant, the barrel of his body round and sleek to contain all his organs. His back was a little longer than most may have liked for a riding mount but his back end was muscled as if he had spent a lot of time racing on the track, something that the wealthy still engaged in, for there was no finer commodity to throw around than money in their time.

His gut heaved, but even the capability to be sick was lost from him, his stomach churning, body aching. He couldn't even do that, so far from human that the two were simply no longer comparable, huffing and panting, breathing shortly and sharply through his nostrils. He was warm, far too warm, sweat blossoming to life across his hide, darkening it in curls of hair, hot patches rising where his body sought so very desperately to release that heat.

A scientist, a towering man with broad shoulders who did not look like he should have been there, frowned down at him, the cube barely big enough to contain Hika as a horse.

“Subject has made a quick transformation and all appears settled."

Hika snorted, head shooting high. Subject? Was that all he was anymore, what he had been reduced to?

“Subject shall be transported to holding area five for further inspection under sedation."

He fought, struggling up, but it was too late as another needle swiftly jabbed into his neck, injecting what could only be the sedative directly into his bloodstream. It was just as well that he was already standing as it instantly had him drowsy, head hanging, tail limp, lower lip dangling. Even his maleness slipped out of his sheath, dropping while he was under the influence of a drug that he had not consented to. The scientists, however, were not interested in that as a clinically clean head collar was slipped over his nose and buckled at the side of his face, something that a normal horse would wear.

He blinked drowsily, following the tug of the rope, for it seemed like the easiest thing to do. Was that all he was? Did it matter what they used on him when he looked like a horse, felt like a horse and seemed, in every way, to be a horse?

No, no... He wouldn't think of that, would worry about it later, the sedation making it easy to go along with things. Not that there was anything he could have done to fight back but a man like Hika would have liked to think that he was not completely helpless, someone who could, at the very least, put up some manner of a fight. Yet he was reduced to nothing, hooves dragging heavily, catching the toe, doing all he could simply to keep himself upright as he was led into a large room that he could have likened to something of a gymnasium.

There he was let off the head collar, which was hung up on a hook near the only entrance to the room, and left there along. He very slowly came around from sedation, hay and water placed in there for him, but he, of course, turned his nose up at that. They would not break him down, see him humiliated, pacing and pacing the room that was like the other, every side made of transparent glass.

And there was always someone there watching, someone peering over the edge of their glasses, murmuring how well he was coming along, making a note and walking away again. It was as if they wanted to make notes about every aspect of him from every angle with the sheer number of people that came and went, though Hika moved around better and better, finding the pace of a four-beat walk came more easily the more he moved. It was something, at least, that he would need to practise if he was to escape at some point, still holding on to a hope that it was not the end for him, that there was still some fashion of life out there for him if only he could find the guts to dig his way out of yet another hole.

Around and around he walked, not knowing the hour, for the lights were all man-made in there. Truthfully, there was not much left in the world that was not man-made, the natural world giving way to the reach of concrete, the paths of men stretching farther and farther into what had previously been wilderness. It was something too that he had campaigned against in more peaceful times until the real foe had reared their head, turning his world upside down and the worlds of so many others too. In a way, it was almost a cruel sort of irony to find that he had been, impossibly, transformed into a horse at the end of it all, bringing his life full-circle at the end of it all.

Yet, there was a problem. Grunting, Hika clamped his tail and tried not to think about it, though it was impossible to tell an animal's body that they could not do what they thought they had to do. He kept walking, poking at the hay, the burning thirst in his throat telling him that he was dehydrated, but he had to keep going. There was no airflow in there but there were more animalistic needs at play there, demanding attention, clawing at and pushing in on his mind in such a way that they could not so simply be ignored, as much as he wanted to forget them all.

Fearfully, his pupils dilated a little, still mostly the eyes of a human, though they did not seem in their right place in a horse's face. No... No, he could not go to the bathroom there, not with so many people watching him. Whereas three sides of his enclosure only had enough space between them and the outer walls for a couple of people, comfortably, to pass down, the main length of his enclosure faced out onto a laboratory with all sorts of equipment and machinery, though he could not have fathomed what they were doing. And that was most certainly not because he was a horse but because he had never truly had such an interest in things that sought to worsen the condition of humanity and not better it.

But the need did not go, no matter how much he tried to distract himself, and he was finally forced to relieve himself in a back corner, the most privacy (and it was a false kind of privacy at best) that he could source for himself at such a time. His tail lifted and his cheeks would have burned if his body could actually do so as he excreted what had been in his bowels, laying a nice pile of horse apples for the scientists to later inspect and check for parasites, just in case. They never knew, of course, with rebels like him just where they had been and what diseases they could have picked up, although most should have been wiped out through the mere course of his transformation.

There was still another way that he had to relieve himself (and Hika would soon come to release just how many times a day horses had to relieve themselves) and he gulped, grunting as his shaft dropped from his sheath. It was soft and not at all like his human one, he saw as he studied the blurry haze of his reflection in the glass walls, though a smooth, uniform colour. The tip was flat and it was from there that he urinated, groaning as the strain within his body was finally released.

Maybe if he had been able to speak, he would have told them that he needed the bathroom, although it was outside the realm of possibility in his current state and situation. The hay looked a little more tempting to his equine body as his stomach rumbled but Hika did not know that he needed to eat more often too as a horse, the body being that of a grazer and not an opportunistic eater like the human being he had been was.

When they saw that he was not eating hay and only lipping at the water, not understanding much on how to drink from such a position and angle even though it was something that should have come naturally to him, they brought in trays of grass for him. It was a strange sort of grass, too green, grass that had been grown indoors and brought to a perfect height and level under manufactured conditions. Hika shook his head at it and snorted, backing off with his tail clamped down, although he would have fought back if he had thought himself stable enough on his legs to do so. The fact of that matter on that count was, however, that equine legs were a lot shakier than human ones and he was still rather engaged in working out how to move them in the best way, barely managing to break into a weird, crooked jog before he stumbled and snorted, falling back to a walk or even a halt. Sometimes, he was simply lucky not to fall to his knees.

However, he had to eat and the strain and urgency in his stomach forced him on as time passed, eventually tearing at the grass even as he relieved himself again and again. Ten piles of droppings graced his enclosure that day and all were recorded even as they were cleaned out and samples taken away for testing. Hika closed his eyes, leaning half against the wall as he learned to sleep standing up, legs locking out to keep him upright while he dozed. It was not a true rest as he was too watchful and on high alert, expecting something worse to happen at any time, but it would have been a lie to claim that he was not getting used, at least a little bit, to being a horse.

Maybe so...

It was strange to think that, but, of course, it was true. It was his body, his life then, what it would continue as if he could not find a way out of it. If he could get out of the laboratory that would be a start for him but there was no way to streak past the technicians that came in to feed and check him and ensure his enclosure was clean while he adjusted, or at least that was the extent of what he supposed they were doing. Even the lack of having a toilet grew on him just a little but that was something purely that he got to through repeated expose, needing to relieve himself so much as urine splattered down from his shaft and he tried not to think of who was watching him at that moment, what notes they were writing down. It did not bear thinking about.

In a weird way, it was a relief to have the barrier of not relieving himself wherever whenever taken from him, though that was not something that Hika would have ever have said out loud, not ever. It was not the way of it, not how things were for him, not that he had ever been all that open anyway. It was a secret he would hold close to his heart as things changed, the scope of his life so very drastically shifting in what could only have been a couple of days, never to return to the old norm in any way, shape or form.

It simply was not to be.

He had to eat and he had to relieve himself: that was the way of it. Thus it was that, slowly, he learned how to be a horse. Yet he never forgot just who it was that was, ultimately, behind him being there, the tyrant king, a lord who could never have borne the name. It was archaic, all wrapped up in the guise of technology, the power-hungry coming to a head beyond what people could have imagined. He didn't know it then but his pupils darkened a little more, taking on a deep brown shade that was richer than his own. The shape of them changed too, though he could still see well enough and it simply was not something that Hika was privy to in the slightest. Only those around him could watch and record, his slow slide down into being nothing more than a beast hardly paused.

He could not forget, however, that his backside was so much larger than he was before, bumping into things and struggling to control his legs in the right order with the weight of his body jolting him back and forth. It was round and black, shiny with good health, or so he supposed. He'd never really been all that into horses before, how they moved or things like that, but he was so very sure that his arse was larger than any others that he had seen before. It was thick and layered with muscle, perhaps a layer too much fat on his body, even covering his ribs. He'd heard the scientists talking about that, ears flicking, though it was harder and harder to make sense of their words when they were even in earshot of him. He didn't know what was wrong with that, not as he curled his head around and struggled to balance, an itch at the top of his left leg begging his attention.

Just...little...more...

_ _

He didn't think all that much anymore, impressions crossing his mind instead of what he wanted to do floating before his intent – and what he wanted to do was to scratch that itch. It pushed his nose in closer and closer to his hind end, the rise of his arse, and he flinched from it, as much as that itch needed to be scratched. Scraping his leg with his teeth, most of the flexibility came from his neck and he had to be presented with his butt as much as he wanted to ignore the very fact that it was even there. His tail inadvertently flagged too, exposing the dock as it twisted aside, while he itched his leg with his teeth, a short, sharp rake that was unbearably animalistic in its presentation. A scientist stood, making notes on a clipboard, and his ears flicked, on show as he always was. Were they thinking that his back end had a few too many pounds of weight on it too?

Sighing, he set his leg down again. If he'd been a human, he would have had to think about losing weight for how big his arse was but that seemed to be the least of his worries, considering where he was and that he still didn't know what was happening to him.

However, one thing became clear to the scientists monitoring him and that was, of course, that his human mind existed. He studied them warily, ears flicking, as they spoke of that, not making any pretence as to what they were speaking about. It was quite as if they knew that he could not do anything about whatever it was that they said about him, secure in their positions and more so than he had ever been. The stallion chewed thoughtfully, tail flicking away imaginary flies, head lowered. Had something gone wrong? If he truly did still have every last bit of his mind an escape could still very much be in order...

That all changed when they put a head collar on him again and led him from there, despite how he pulled, to a horse trailer with a dark, foreboding interior. He didn't know how not to go on when they tightened ropes behind his hindquarters and he was on and in the dark before he knew it, tied up and screaming, belting out for the bare semblance of the life that he'd known and been forced to leave behind.

I'm not an...animal!

In another item, he may have been surprised that a ranch like the one he was taken to still existed but he had barely any time to think about that as he was dumped out into a corral, hauled there like just any other horse. Snapping and bearing his teeth, he lunged up onto his hind legs, taking better control over his body than he had before, but it was no good as he was not as strong as a horse that had lived as such their whole lives, learning to control their bodies from the very first hours of breath entering their lungs.

Yet things happened quickly, the dirt corral scuffing up around his hooves as he spun, nostrils flaring, human shouts cutting through the air. No one there wore lab coats but some looked a little better groomed than the ranch hands and workers that held a traditionally rugged air to them, perhaps missing a few days of shaving about their chin and jaw line. No, they were rough and there to do a job, entrapped by what was going on in the cities, spreading further and further, but trying to do their best nonetheless.

That scent, however... That was a scent that he should not have known and all became clear as his loins churned, aching shockingly, his body responding to the scent and the presence of a mare who was led in for him.

“This will do for you, boy," one of the ranch hands said as they led the mare in, a beautiful strawberry roan mare with a lot of roan in her coat, a little smaller than him. “They said we had to get you started quickly on your new role, dunno why."

Oh, but Hika knew why, although he didn't want to know why, puffing and snorting, his eyes as wide and as wild as ever. He was wild, he wasn't a horse, he was a man and they had to see that! But whether they knew what he was there to do, the fate he was meant to have, or not was by the by, as they were going to see him act out his fate as a stallion one way or another.

He snorted, weaving back and forth, resisting the urge, the trembling of his hide impossible to conceal. His cock pushed out as if it so very obviously wanted to put itself on show, a heaving length of swollen meat that only had one true purpose when it came to being faced with a mare. Desperate, Hika turned and pressed himself up to the fence, turning away from the mare, not wanting to be anywhere near her, as interested as she seemed in him.

No... He fought back, clenching his jaw, grinding his teeth, the whites of his eyes showing. No... I won't do it... I won't... Can't...stop...

_ _

If he still truly had the brain of a man, he would be able to hold back, he would be able to stop them continuing with their experimental torture of him, breaking him down until he truly was nothing more than just a horse, a beast in every way. They wouldn't make him a horse, wouldn't turn him against his cause. Would they parade him down the street as a conquest if they did truly manage to turn him all the way? Would they torture him further, change him more? If he did not have the mind of a man, they would be able to do anything at all that they could have ever wanted to him, treating him as a beast and having him know no different. He would break down his resistance merely by the act of his falling, for he could only assume by that point that he had failed to destroy their technology.

And yet none of that mattered as he fought the urge to go to the mare, her nostrils quivering as she tried to see what he was all about. Hika snorted and stomped, trying to make it very clear that he was not interested in her, but his cock was dropped and hard and had been for several minutes already. There could be no contest there as to what his body wanted even though his mind did not match up with it.

He was a man, he was a man... His cock flexed and jerked, slapping up against his stomach as if he was trying to, very strangely, relieve himself. The ranch hands watched from a distance, just to make sure he wasn't about to hurt one of their best broodmares, though he didn't appear to be the aggressive type. No, the Thoroughbred stallion was a stunner and a runner, not the type to lash out with either teeth or hooves, even when backed into a corner. Yet he had so very foolishly thought that he could outrun everything in the world even as his cock flexed and twitched, staying hard and ready, expecting his mind to catch up with it.

Five minutes.

Ten minutes.

Fifteen minutes.

Got to...hold...out...

The men there started to think that there was something wrong with him and, truly, he might have thought that that was true if he had seen an animal holding out on mating for so long too. The mare in question, however, had similar queries of him, pacing closer despite him snorting at her advances, trembling in place as he sought so very desperately to cling onto the very last shreds of his humanity. His human-ness had to be remembered, had to be in the forefront of his mind, playing over past events that he remembered well even as she turned her backside to him.

Go away, he tried to say, though he didn't know how to vocalise that in horse language beyond using teeth and hooves to send a clear message. You're not wanted here... I don't want you... I'm a man... I've always...been a...man...

_ _

Yet he was a man who could not fail to notice the mare spreading her back legs, her marehood on full show, winking and pulling up as if she was trying to show off all she had to offer to him. Pink and mottled with splotches of grey, she groaned as her tail hiked up, her sex clearly on show, yet there was nothing he could do to stop her as she grunted, releasing a hot and acrid stream of urine to splatter into the dirt.

“There you go, he'll get going now too..."

What did that mean? Hika's head shot up, lip curling back from his teeth without the will or consent of her mind. He could not help himself from sifting through her scent, from enjoying the ebb and flow of it, how it made his head spin. It was intoxicating and shockingly aromatic, the soft inside of his lip catching more than it ever could have as a human.

Yet it had his cock flexing and bobbing all over again, almost daring to drool, though he had not thought horses could act quite like that, he was no expert. Yet she backed up towards him, near enough rubbing her rump in his face, his head dipping lower and lower as if he wanted to swipe his tongue across those sweetly plump folds.

Oh, there was so much there and he rolled his head back and forth, unaware of how much time had passed even as he mounted her, pushed there by instinct alone. Something broke inside him, in that moment, as he thrust, his body in control, his mind playing second-fiddle to everything that his body wanted. It was all instinct and the drive of being so very close to a mare that was in the middle of her season, ripe and ready to be bred. No man with the body of a horse like the black Thoroughbred could be held back, not possibly so, pushing over her, trying to use his new body in the best way a stallion in such a situation possibly could.

It was awkward and his human mind still reeled from it, screaming and clamouring, trying to hold himself back to the very best of his ability. He couldn't get in, torn between wanting to penetrate her and pull away at the same time, animalistic need contrasting with his humanity, however dimly, some days, it felt like it lingered. His cock teased over her backside, not hitting home, leaving slick trails of pre-cum in its wake as it spattered and drooled. His shaft ground over her flesh while she nickered for him, though there was only one way it could end, need pushing him on. Nature and instinct, after all, would come through at the end of it all, the fleshy and flat tip of his cock sinking home as he thrust at the right angle, some part of him trusting his body too. He snorted, pleasure erupting, flowing over him as he tried to hold off, yet his cock was swallowed up by her marehood as she closed around him, the soft heat of her innermost walls rippling around the full length of his cock.

It's...good?

Hika snorted, his mind wavering. How much of the man was left? The mare nickered and seemed to bear back against him, bobbing her head with her nostrils wantonly flared. She wanted him and it was all he could to do battle between himself and her, the wills of equines, passion swelling within him as his body fought and fought, lasting longer than any real horse would have done. His pupils shifted again a little more, the last physical part of him to change, becoming softer and more rectangular, losing the shade of humanity from behind them.

The ranch hands didn't think that he was lasting a long time because he was a human in a horse's body but more that he had dismounted and gone for a second round, he was taking that long about it. His hind legs scooted in closer as he angled his thrusts a little better, breeding urges taking over his mind in the very best of ways. It was all as he wanted, all as he needed, the horse part of him taking over, breaking down his inhibitions just a little bit more. It was too much though, so very much, his haunches tightening with a flex of muscles as he pushed in harder and deeper, finding a rhythm of sorts.

He licked his lips, losing himself in the moment, the pulsing ripple of the mare's sex around him divine. He grunted and thrust, mounting her with all the raw vigour that a horse was known for, though he could not cum. The human part of him pulled back, even as he bucked, resting most of his weight naturally over his hind legs, tail flicking, twitching in an attempt to release tension. The tension, however, could only be released in one manner and that was through the burst of orgasm as the minutes passed, the man in him holding off as his orgasm snarled at the back of his mind, the beast clamouring to be let out of its cage.

He fought and he pushed but the rock of his body was far too stringent to consider holding back from even in the slightest way. He groaned and clicked his teeth together, his tongue too big and fleshy in his mouth, the scent of the mare enveloping him. Even just thrusting like that rendered his sides damp with sweat, his hair curling, matting up where his body could not release the heat within his body quickly enough. His mane clung to the dampness of his neck and he could only thrust and thrust again, the medial ring of his shaft driving in deeply, the mare shifting and warming beneath him.

So good... The stallion shuddered, thoughts coming thickly and slowly. Hot... Tight... Wet... Need more...

The round of her hindquarters was oddly intoxicating, so full and round, though Hika could not forget for a single moment that he was a horse and she was a horse. He was not fucking a person but a creature that only saw what he was doing as something for breeding purposes, even though he was lasting as long as a man, new sensations struggling to find a place in his mind. Trying to slow, he wondered if he could find the strength in himself to pull out, but the mare snorted and stomping, rocking back on him as if she was, even then, telling him to hurry up.

She wasn't used to her studs taking so long even though she was a seasoned broodmare and he had to hurry, his body burning with the humiliation laid upon him. There were people watching, even though their eyes did not linger on him all that long, and he knew too that there were more mares there, their nickers and calls of welcome crowding in on him. They seemed to call to him, begging him to breed them, and, regardless of how long he had held off for, he had to cum, edging closer and closer to climax.

A stallion would have bred her twice in the amount of time it took him to mount to orgasm, cock throbbing and pulsing, her passage slick with her juices. Her body could prepare her too, of course, for a cock like his, but she had been more than ready for him as a thin stream of her arousal flowed from her cunny, slopping forth with each thrust of his thick shaft. Hika had to cum, had to thrust, had to slam into her with every ounce of energy he had left in his body, grinding deep, heaving and panting. Flanks shuddering, he dragged in what breath he could, feeling quite as if he had galloped for miles, though it was all coming to a heated end under the noonday sun, his back gleaming as it reflected in the sheen.

Harder and harder, oh... Oh, the mare was so very ready for it as he snorted and nickered throatily, wanting her so very much. Another thread of his mind snapped loose as he devolved deeper and deeper into the mind of a stallion, the world flickering and shimmering around him as if he had never truly had a good grasp on his humanity in the first place. It was coming and he felt the rise of orgasm deep inside his body, how the round orbs of his nuts churned, not even able to get his hindquarters in close enough so that they could slap up against her body, though he had more than enough cock to do the deed well and truly.

Hika lost control, her velvety folds pulsing around him, milking him of his seed even as he delivered it to her in hot, heady spurts. He had to cum, had to give her everything that he had to give, his body in overdrive, needing so much more. He nickered throatily and pounded in with every ounce of energy he had, feral at heart, lusting at best, trying so very desperately to tell himself that he had no choice in the matter while one of the ranch hands whooped and hollered. Swinging on the fence, he flung his Stetson into the air, a beaten up scrap of a hat that had seen better days.

“Wooo – go on, my son!"

“No one says that anymore..."

All...watching...me...

He knew he had an audience but he didn't want to think about that, ears pinned and sides heaving, flanks sticky with drying sweat. Hika did not yet know that he would have barely a chance to dry off before he was hot and sweaty again but, right there in that moment, he didn't even want to slither back off the mare, her legs braced and tail shoved off to the side as if she was quite happy for him to stay there too. Her marehood winked around him even then, tugging and pulling at his shaft, but he had to dismount, his length softer after sending a final spurt of something new into her – a plug of sorts that helped stop his seed from escaping. Of course, he could not deny that her sex was left slick in a luxuriously messy cream-pie, Hika more productive as a stallion than he could have ever have hoped to be as a man. That, however, had never been high on his list of priorities, to say the least of it.

“Good boy."

Was he? He trembled, backing away, the lines of muscle in his neck stiff and unyielding. He didn't want to be anywhere near a human hand, feral trappings of a mind that was not his own tingling through his head. It was not him but it was him, the need of a stallion bidding him to paw at the ground. He didn't know how much was left of his mind or how far gone he was, only that there was something else there, something stranger, something foreign, the big, black stallion trembling like a foal all over again.

He remembered being a foal, shaky legs. That had been a long time ago. Hika felt as if there should have been something else there, something else in his mind, other than his foal-hood, but the thought slipped from him as soon as he tried to reach for it.

Best not to worry about that too much. His cock softened and retracted lightly, pulling back up to his sheath, although it did not hide itself away completely as he relieved himself. He groaned and braced his hind legs, lifting his back to take the pressure off his kidneys, an action that was very familiar to him by that time. It was just something that a horse needed to do and he could not even be embarrassed about it as his piss splattered into the dirt, pooling before sinking into the hard-packed soil. A pile of droppings swiftly followed and Hika was thankful to find that he had enough of his humanity left to do a pile in the far corner so that he did not have to think about stepping in it. To say the least, that was still something he was not keen on as a horse, wanting to watch his step even though it was just processed grass, in essence, considering his diet.

Not so...bad, he thought as he grazed, tail flicking. Food...good. Need to...eat. Keep...eating.

They did not wait very long at all to bring him the next mare, perhaps knowing that his recovery period as a breeding stud would not leave him needing all that much time at all between breeding sessions. His seed was valuable, or so they'd been told, so they wanted him to breed every mare without a foal in her womb over the next few days, regardless of the reasoning behind it. Just who would they be to complain?

The next mare was a smaller sort, a little more delicate than the first with a soft, dappled grey coat. He stepped back warily, ears pinned, resolved to hold back for longer that time, not to mount her at all, though his cock was already dropping, his lip wanting to curl up against his will. The ranch hand shook his head and scratched the back of his neck as he left the pretty, young mare with him.

“You are a strange one..."

Maybe they didn't know but Hika was fighting a losing battle, snorting and stomping, doing things that he had never thought he would have done as a human. They made it easy to slip into a more feral mindset and something inside him pulled him towards the mare as if they were connected by an invisible cord, something drawing them together at all costs. His hard cock jerked and flexed up against his stomach as his abdominals contracted, nickering deep in the back of his throat as his nostrils flared, greedily sucking in puffs of her scent, intoxicatingly earthen and yet sweet at the same time.

No!

_ _

He fought it, panicking, sides lathered in sweat, foaming at the mouth, tension lining his body. He turned and turned in place, pivoting around his hind legs, but nothing he did made things any easier, made things so that he could step away from her and never again, not even the once, think about the pretty grey mare who was, at that very moment, presenting herself to him, her legs braced and yet another stream of urine hitting the dirt. He was quicker that time to snake his head out and curl his lip back in the flehmen response, sifting through her scent, pheromones thick in the air, secreted in her urine. Still, he managed to lock his legs in place, trembling violently, tail clamped down, fighting every new and yet so very natural instinct that rose within him, battling for dominance over the weak human mind that was set to be wiped out.

Yet he held onto the one, tiny hope that he could cling to his mind at all costs, remember who he was, find a way to escape he had to rejoin the resistance, had to make a difference, had to run and be free again. Yes, that was what he had to do, the minutes passing as his cock remained hard and the confused mare bumped him softly with her nose as if she was wondering quite what the strange stallion was doing rather than mounting her immediately. Alas, he did not even know, not even then, that he had already started to lose a significant part of his mind from the first time he had relieved himself in public, forgetting his humanity and opening the door mentally to embrace something new. That he wanted to pull away from it, flee with all his might, did not matter one bit once the changes had begun and he was forced to see just what it was to be free as an animal.

He was right behind her again, sucking in her scent, knowing that time had passed but not as long as the time that he had held out from mating the first mare, despair pouring over him. Instinct was a cruel trick of fate indeed and one that he did not seem able to hold back from, something bigger than he was pushing him forward as his flanks shuddered, tail flagging to expose the soft and velvety skin of the underside of his dock. She was so close, so pretty, so sweet... His lip peeled back once more, sifting through the scents, not even realising how animalistic the behaviour was. Maybe he'd lost more of himself then than even he'd thought...

He could have held off for longer, or so he wanted to think, but he was not privy to so very much that his body was doing, moving as if in a dream, lifting himself, mounting her, her warm flesh bearing back against him deliciously. Such a thick, round backside... Hika's mind, what was left of it, reeled, not knowing what to do, cock jerking and slapping against her butt, the mare waiting on him, while he tried to resist mounting her against all the odds. He should have known by then that it was not worthwhile holding back, though he still wanted to think that he was more human than horse, despite all the evidence otherwise.

The mare braced back against him, his cock pressing to her folds, trembling against him as they winked and pulsed, tugging up to show off her need for him. Hika snorted, shifting his weight, teetering on the edge of no longer being able to hold back, his forelegs tightening lightly around her sides, though he had no fear of her wriggling away from him. His cock flexed and tickled her marehood, sending his body aching in throes of delirious passion all over again. He hadn't even known that animals could feel like that, but that pulse of need and instinct was the equivalent to a human's lust, passion flooding forth in the ache and throb of his rampant cock.

Yes, Hika was lost, so very lost, his grasp on what it had meant to be human teasing further and further from his grip even as he thrust, the hot sides of the mare warming further to his touch. She groaned, rocking back lightly for him, and he neighed for her loudly, letting her know that he was there, there to seed her full and pass on his genes for the next generation. Her body yearned for him, sides trembling, flanks heavy with laboured breath, a light curl of sweat darkening her coat. He would have been a fool of a stallion to not obey the whim and the call of nature.

There would soon be lots of little foals that looked just like him, the stallion snorting and whuffling softly at the base of her mane and her withers as he finally caught the flat head of his cock in her marehood, pausing there. It winked furiously even as he drove in and a part of him relished in that sensation too as he ground and thrust deep, working his hindquarters and perhaps letting her bear more of his weight than he really should have. He had to trust his instinct, what his body drove him on to do, the yearning trembling through him, rippling forth, tail swishing, though not even that would release the tension that only had one outcome.

He should have been horrified. He should have hated it. He should have tried to forget about what he was doing. His nostrils flared as he shook his head, mane flopping from one side of his damp neck to the other. He should have tried to get away, his cock throbbing inside her, spilling the prelude to his cream.

Hika, however, did none of those things.

Mare... Need...mare...

He closed his eyes and, when they opened again, they were yet again more beast-like, the intelligence behind them fading, the slits of the pupils fully horizontal and rectangular. The humanity there, oh... Oh, it could not last much longer, that much was sure. Her body was too hot, so tight, rippling around him erratically as if she was trying to suck him deeper, her body aching for him as much as he yearned so very desperately for her. The big muscles of his butt tensed for power, supporting him as he drove in, lost in the rhythm of eroticism so rampant that there was no way to slip from it again. There was only one path for him, one way to live, and that was with his buried deep up inside a mare's cunny, letting her flex and pull around him, showing her need.

The stallion in him grunted and snorted damply, tiny droplets of moist breath flicking out over her shoulder, pounding into her, his hind legs shifting in closer once again as they had the first time. His ears flicked, no longer pinned, for why on earth would they ever need to be pinned when he was doing what every fibre of his being screamed at him to do? He needed to be there, her soft sex rippling around him, teasing him to a new fever-pitch of pleasure, every inch of his body clad in dripping heat, sweating up and releasing his need in the best of ways.

Mare... Need...mare...

_ _

His thoughts came to him as if through a haze, though they were not as clear as they had once been. He couldn't expend too much brainpower on thinking though when he had a mare under him, nibbling at her mane, her folds tight around his cock, the medial ring popping in with a slurp of her juices.

Mare... Breed... Breed mare...

_ _

A stallion, after all, had to be good at the one thing. He was designed for it, bred for it, his whole life up to that point bringing him to that place where he was on top of a mare, his weight pinning her lightly, though she wanted it as much as he did. With her soaked marehood pulling at him, it was shocking just how much of her juices and arousal spilt out, though he would have been well enough able to prepare her himself, the joining of two bodies potent to a mare in season, if she had not already been welcoming to his shaft.

Yes... Yes, it was what he wanted, truly, what he needed. He tried not to think and yet thoughts that did not seem like his own crowded in, hustling for precedence. A mare under him, yes, a lovely mare. He had to breed her, take her, cover her, spend his load inside her. It was the way of it and she was now his mare, a mare that he would protect in his herd and breed over and over again in the years to come. No one else could have her – no! He ground in, nipping at her withers, ignoring her squeal. She was his, his and his alone, no other stallions allowed near her!

He barely noticed the ranch hands watching, mind wavering back and forth, each thrust rippling through him as if it had a reverberating effect knocking back through his body. Acutely aware of every last tiny sensation, he grunted deeply, grinding in, losing a battle that he had never expected to have to fight, even though Hika may have been well within his rights to think that he could have won it or even fought harder. He could not run from everything, however, as much as his body ached for it, longed for it, the muscles in his rump tightening as he pounded her desperately for all he was worth.

Harder and faster – oh, there was no time for sweetness and sensuality. That was a concept for humans and he was an animal, grunting and groaning, wanting to fill her. It was as if there was nothing else left for him in the world but her hot tightness pulsing around his cock, the mare begging him with her body language alone to fill her. He found too that he could understand her, the whispered language of equines opening up between them, her need insistent and demands rapt, wanting exactly the same thing that he did in that moment.

Hika could not hold himself back, his orgasm racing upon him with such ferocity that it would have taken his breath away if he was not already sucking in greedy gulps of all he could, nostrils soft and damp. His lips wobbled softly as he pressed his nose down against her neck, pushing far over her back, though the time for such moments was long passed as his swinging balls churned and grumbled with the need to cum. The grey mare knew it too and he slammed in with a feral scream of raw triumph, pounding her with short, sharp strokes, jabbing deep, simply unable to help himself anymore.

Had he been holding back at all? It didn't very much look like it. But that was of no consequence anymore as he filled the needy broodmare with rope after rope of his thickly fertile seed, her pussy clenching and squeezing around him, his lust-addled mind broken with the pleasure of it. More, he wanted more, filling her completely, his seed racing for her womb and the eggs in there that surely needed fertilising. He had her, had to have her again, resting on her back even as his cock started to soften, though even that was slow as if it was as loathe as he was to turn from the spoils of stallion-hood that had been opened up to him.

She was, eventually, taken away from him though, hay and water put in the pen for him. He drank greedily, not even thinking twice as he shoved his nose into the water, sucking up greedy gulps of it with the curves of his nostrils remaining out of the water. It was wholesome and fresh and just what he needed to refresh himself, snorting softly as he pulled his dripping muzzle from the water, droplets streaming where he had forgotten to swallow. He released the mouthful he had vaguely been holding there, splattering down his proud chest to the ground, turning to the pile of hay.

Food... Good food... Need food... Hungry. So hungry.

Sweet, sweet hay. Yes, that was what he needed, especially after mating. Some part of his mind was dimly aware that he should not have been as eager for hay as he was but he could not find it in himself to care as he snatched it up and chewed quickly, teeth grinding and making quick work of even the toughest of strands. His teeth were designed and primed for such a task and he swallowed quickly, working his way too swiftly through the hay and swapping back to his bucket of water for another gulp, the coolness of it sweetening as it splashed up against the side of his face. Some part of him wondered about a cloth, a towel or something, to wipe it dry but he laughed at himself, shaking away the notion. Horses didn't need to wipe their faces. Why had he ever thought that?

Funnily enough, he'd almost forgotten about the fact that he no longer needed to have clothes on at all. There was no touch of cloth on him and, frankly, it would have felt like too much when he had hair. Snorting, Hika tossed his head, mane flowing down his neck. It was strange and left him with a creeping heat in his face and neck to think that he no longer wore pants or even trousers, his naked back end on show at all times. Why, he couldn't even hide when his shaft was out, even when it was soft, though a part of him did think, in a small, private part of his mind, that it was more convenient when it came to mounting mares.

He pushed away that part of his mind. It wasn't something that he wanted to think about, how he was on show and exposed at all times. He had, of course, always been covered up as a human, except when cleansing himself or taking sexual pleasures with a woman.

Hika licked his lips and bobbed his head. He'd like a nice woman, a nice mare, right then. His tail flagged, sheath plumping out with the hint of his shaft. He didn't think anything of it, merely putting himself on show. Who needed pants anyway? It wasn't for him, oh no... He didn't need to worry about that, not anymore. And wasn't it easier to go without them too? Nothing tangling around his legs, nothing getting in the way of his cock... He mused softly, lower lip wobbling as he dozed.

The ranch hands mumbled, cluttered sounds that sounded something like some manner of communication tumbling over one another as two sat on the fence, pointing at him. He looked but did not pause to observe them back, for it did not quite seem that they could have been talking about anything important, not if it was all gibberish to him.

But wait... Was there something different there? Should he have been able to pick up on what they were saying? The stallion grunted, working on a particularly tough bit of hay where some sort of small, scraggy plant had gotten baled up with the hay itself, grinding down on it with his teeth.

Were they saying something? He picked up his head, ears flicking curiously. They must have been mumbling or talking in another language for he could not understand them anymore, though it did not sound like Spanish to him – a language that he had been quite familiar with before. It didn't seem like all that much of an important thing to latch onto, however, going back to his hay with relish and gusto. It felt as if he had not eaten in an age and he devoured it with the hunger of a true beast, head down and grazing in a natural position for a horse, though it did not even feel strange at all anymore to eat with his head so close to the ground.

Left out there in the open, he was able to watch the stars at night as he dozed, one ear flicked, keeping watch while he was the only horse left alone out there. He had little to fear, a good view of any avenues that predators could use to approach, though he had to be cautious, had to be wary, not even sure who was the true predator anymore.

The day dawned bright and clear and he stood by the gate, expectantly, waiting for food. It was not good to be without hay and his gut gurgled as they brought in another armful of it, tossing it over for him to snatch up. He caught laughter but that was about it, ignoring them completely as he did the things that a horse was supposed to do. Some faint and fading part of his mind said weakly that he would still have to keep up his strength if he was to escape but it was a part of him that was overruled by equine need.

Hungry. Not grass. Hika turned in a circle, snorting and flicking his tail. Need... Need...

He could smell mares. And he wanted them! Oh, he wanted them more than anything else, snorting and stomping, though he tried to hide his feelings, despite it being more than simply a little difficult to do. Hiding at the back corner of the corral did not stop his cock from slipping out but, strangely, he did not feel embarrassed about it anymore, just knew in the back of his mind that it was not something that he was “supposed" to do, whatever that was or what it meant. It was not something that a horse was going to spend too much time thinking about, the needs of the body coming first and foremost to an animal.

The ranch hands appeared, still jabbering and gibbering away in that language that he did not understand but the stallion lunged for them regardless, ears pricked. Mares! Did they have mares for him? He needed to have his mares back with him!

They, of course, were there to oblige him, how good of them. They knew that he was a stud stallion worthy of the name and the equine raised his withers, standing taller and prouder than ever before as another mare was led up, a solid chestnut that would be more than able to bear him worthy foals. She was beautiful but that was of no matter to him even as the human clamoured and beat its tiny fists against the inside of his mind, trying to be heard when equine instinct drowned all else out, quashing that tiny part of him, as much as Hika tried to rise, to fight back against a life and a fate that should never have been his to bear through. He had to hold on, had to bear through, digging his hooves in and tossing his head and trying, trying so very hard to keep himself away from.

Nickering softly, she stretched out her head to him, lips wobbling, nostrils quivering. She didn't know that he'd once been a man, only that he was a stallion there to give her what her body said it needed, snorting and bobbing her head. She flagged her tail for him, spread her legs and presented, but he was too ready, so ready, weaving his head back and forth in time with her, mimicking her without thinking.

Eat, sleep, mate – repeat. That was all his stallion mind needed, exercise coming naturally as he grazed and carried on through life in a phase of constant motion. He thought he was hesitating but he was really huffing and snorting eagerly, hardly even noticing that a new human had appeared, one with a funny look on his face that the stallion could not decipher anymore. He would have known him, however, if he was actually in his right mind, though his mind was that of a horse, slipping further and further down, his final mating arranged solely to complete his mental transformation. Of course, his body was already there and the humans gathered knew that, though it was the tyrant king with a name only those close to him knew that stood imperiously at the rail, stroking his beard.

“Yes... You are now in your rightful position, aren't you? A beast... Tamed and broken. Are they not one and the same?"

The horse didn't understand his language, snorting and glancing at him merely with the flick of a single year. That was not for the stallion to worry about and he grunted, pushing up and over the mare's back as his tail flagged and flicked, showing off the goods he had on offer. His cock jabbed and thrust, pumping up to full, eager hardness, not an ounce of true hesitation in his step, even though his mind thought that he was holding back more than a little. Sometimes the body and the mind did not match up but they were soon to come into alignment with one another, grunting as the strange man who was not a true stranger at all approached.

Quivering, Hika clung to the slivers of humanity left in his mind, whimpering and groaning, the rumble and vibration of his hide impossible to contain. He needed to thrust, needed to cum, but he had to wait, had to hold on, had to be strong against the will of all else. He twisted his head back and forth and tried to think of his past, the life he'd led, yet found nothing there to cling onto, everything drifting and wavering out of reach while it should have been right there for him to grasp.

“Oh, my boy..."

And then the man was there, running a possessive hand down his side, not showing an ounce of concern about being so close to such a large, powerful creature. The stallion could have crushed him in a moment or shouldered him aside as if he was no more of a nuisance to him than a fly but he couldn't do that to his master, to the man who was responsible for everything and had come there, especially on that day, to make an example of what used to be Hika, to see his mind become fully that of a stallion.

A lesser man may have backed off and watched from a distance but he wanted to be instrumental in Hika's debasement, his utter and complete humiliation. With that big cock throbbing, the stallion thrust and ground, rocking his hindquarters, need rising in the pit of his stomach, pulsing through. All rational thought slipped from the stallion's mind as if it had never existed, losing his humanity as the tyrant king gripped his cock and positioned it at the mare's soft entrance.

There was no going back as his harsh snarl drove the stallion on and Hika was gone and lost as he thrust in, her folds spreading around him, sucking his cock in deep. Never again to remember that he was human, he slammed in, giving the mare what she needed, although he was nowhere near as rough as he thought he was. She was strong and she knew just how to take a stud like him, not caring that there were humans there as the king slapped her stallion's arse to encourage him on as an animal, growling, driving him on. Hika shuddered, snorting heavily, overly conscious that there was no fabric between his hind end and the king's hand, his backside on show... Oh... His eye rolled dramatically. He couldn't even keep his mind on one track of thoughts, not caring, not really, that he was naked before the man who had brought him down to nothing more than being a beast.

The stallion trembled at the aftermath of the king's hand but it was not a moment for him to fight back on, though a real horse would never have stood for that kind of treatment either. It was not the way of it but he had a mare to breed, grunting and grinding, his forelegs lightly draped around her sides as he hung over her. His neck draped in a sensual arch and he shook his mane from one side of his neck to the other, snorting and puffing, rocking his hips, hindquarters tense with muscles contracted in use. There was no embarrassment to be had in him for his last mating, the last mating of the three that had been set up, grunting and groaning, teeth showing as his lips, very lightly, moved over them.

He didn't know how to contain himself, only that there was no longer any need to hold back, all eyes on him as he proudly flagged his tail to claim his mare. Her soft marehood pulsed around him, milking him of the seed that was to come, but he was hardly with himself in the moment, sensation after sensation overwhelming him completely and utterly. His hooves scuffed through the coarse dirt, the scent of her, earthen mare, filling his nostrils, everything coming to a tumultuous head. All was as it was supposed to be as he snorted and heaved, nibbling softly at her mane, though it was a love-kiss at best.

Mare... More...mare...

Hika would learn, in time, to be a good lover and a partner as a stallion but that would come after many more breeding sessions, the needs of his body too something that had to be paid attention to. The tyrant that had once dominated his entire life stepped back, dominating him in a new way, but it was a way that Hika would never know of. It was not for him, of course, just a horse, a horse that would pass on his genes to the next generation and the next, fuelling them with the need to run and the speed that he had, once, been renowned for as a man.

“So, you can be useful..."

The king's smirk intensified and it would have been fitting at that moment if he had been wearing a jauntily placed crown on his head, the time of monarchy long passed but brought back in the clutch of a tyrant. It was an abuse of power but the breaking down of Hika was beautiful to see, the stallion's black coat gleaming in the morning sunshine with lines of brightness. He was a wonder to behold but Hika knew none of that, becoming Hika the horse rather than Hika the man.

The stallion snorted and grunted, his tail already flagged proudly, though his swinging nuts did not need to be shown off: they were already jiggling and full, evidently on display. That was why they had chosen him as a breeding stud, of course, because he was the best of the best. Even the big human, the leader of “their herd", yes... The horse snorted. He was there too, a human that needed to be respected. He led them, the lead stallion, the one who kept them safe from harm. He would check for predators while Hika was busy breeding a mare, yes, yes... Yes, he would do that for him.

Finally, his pupils became purely that of an animal, cool and unknowing, though the creature that was left in him was contented with his fate. All he knew was well, his slit-like pupils wide to draw in light, the eyes of a prey animal that knew not of humanity and their needs.

Hika did not know and he did not care, each thrust sealing his fate as he was a horse, the need to cum pumping through him as it coursed from his cock. The mare groaned and braced for him and he was there and over the edge, whinnying out his triumph, his claiming thrusts doing his best work for him as he drove deep over and over again. Slopping into her wet cunny even as his seed drooled out, he shoved in far past the medial ring, understanding how to use his body better than he had before. He didn't even have to think about it as he thrust shortly and sharply even through orgasm, ears flicking, enjoying every throb of pleasure that was for him to claim for his own.

He groaned softly, hanging over her, allowing his balls to spend their load, the need of his body flowing through, tingling up to the forefront. The stallion grunted in the back of his throat, neck shivering as he trembled a little, every line of muscle taut with lines of aching strain. His cock throbbed, pulsing out his load, though there was so very much cum to pour forth that moments stretched out even though only a few seconds passed, dipping a little lower over the mare's back as her tail pushed up against his underbelly, begging him to go harder, to seed her full. All she knew was that he was seeding the next generation inside her and she wanted it, using him and his body until he was done with her and, for the time being, her him.

Orgasm for a stud, however, was short and sweet and something that he could recover from swiftly, dismounting softly and lightly on his hooves with his cock hanging soft and drooping. A light spill of cum messed up her marehood in a glorious cream-pie, slick and wet and drooling, showing that she had, indeed, been very well bred by him. Her sex flexed and winked as if she wanted a second go already, but even a proud stallion like Hika had to rest and recover, snorting and whuffling as he drew in the thick and potent scents of their breeding.

The mare had left a pile of droppings in the coral and the stallion inspected them, the leavings of another horse important to one who dealt in scent and seed. It was not his and it had to be claimed as his, standing over it to relieve himself before his cock fully slipped back into his sheath. It was soft and ready and the spill of urine covered the droppings with his scent, claiming the mare in another way too as he grunted, ears flicked and proud, not seeing anything at all wrong with what he was doing. After all, he was a stallion and that was something that horses, from time to time, needed to do.

The man might have thought differently but his mind was gone, lost forever, all memories of his past and even the resistance that he had fought so very passionately for wiped out. It was a blank slate, a slate for a horse to make their own, instinct painting over it in memories and patterns that he made his own.

Green grass, fresh pastures, a cool-running river. Hika licked his lips, longing for it. That was the life that he was meant to lead and space to run, oh... Oh, that was what he wanted above all else, the freedom to stretch out his legs and fling his body into motion, regardless of how it was done.

While the king and the ranch hands watched, he pranced and trotted, showing off for them, the mare already showing signs that she was ready to be bred all over again. Another go seemed to be in store for him as his cock grew hard, slowly, flexing and bobbing beneath his stomach.

He bred her again that day, trotting in circles, showing off his cock, slapping it up against his stomach with the bob of his stride, so very keen to get what he needed, to show off all that he had to offer. Days passed and he cared not about relieving himself in public, hardly even noticing if humans were about, for they were inconsequential for him. They did not matter and only his needs matter, the basest of desires driving his days, tail flagging as he bred mare after mare, sowing his wild oats amongst the mares of the ranch, though the hands did not understand quite what was special about that one stallion. The king's orders were orders, however, and all they had to do was to go along with it, all to ensure that Hika would never again turn his mind back to human. He was there to stay as a horse, knowing no different, a grunt and a whinny trembling from his lips, needs controlling his days inside and out.

There was nothing better than the wet slop of his cock pulling from a mare's well-bred pussy, seeing how her folds winked and twitched, even shoving his nose under her tail to get a better whiff of her sweet aromas. Not a single one of them denied him, seeing him as a stud worthy of their time, bracing and presenting for him while he took his leave and liberty of each one.

If the man had still been there and present, maybe he would have thought it not too bad of a life, in all fairness. Maybe he would have hated it. What the man wanted or thought, however, was no longer of any consequence.

He was a stallion now.

*

Weeks and months passed and the stallion was put into training, doing what he was bred to do and that was to run. Hika could not have been more grateful for that, lusting for life with the same kind of relish he did as he bred mares. It was all that he'd wanted, all that he could ever have dreamed off, an open track stretched out before him as he won race after race, coming up to the front of the pack every time.

And the king watched him from the comfort of his mansion in the centre of the city and his stronghold, relaxing in the lap of luxury, relishing in his power. It was a different kind of power to the proud stallion and, arguably, a power that was of more use in the world than anything Hika had going for him, though he could still smile at the stallion on the wall-sized screen as he was shipped out around the world to show the king's prowess and dominance, winning so many races. Yet there was no trace of drugging in his system when he was simply that naturally talented, taking well to bit and bridle, even though the harsher chifney had to be used on him from time to time.

The king didn't mind that. He liked a horse with spirit. But he liked them to be under his hand too, the control of his hand closed around them, an iron grip and a fist that did not open without his orders.

Of course, the stallion still had his stud duties to perform too when he was not showing off his athleticism winning races for the one that he had sought to overthrow, mating with mares naturally where he was at the tracks and milked for his seed to be frozen and sold on. He was a limitless resource to be tapped into, unknowing that he had ever been anything else as he pushed over the backs of mare after mare, grunting and thrusting, filling them with his rampant breeding spire with all the lust that a breeding stud was supposed to hold in his heart.

Hika would be the best of all the horses in his stable and his service, grunting and groaning as he filled a mare at a breeding facility even then while the king watched the recap of the race, though he already knew the results. The black stallion knew no other life but he knew that he adored the eyes of others upon him, latched onto him, loving him and all that he could be. They knew he was a stud and they knew that he was a champion, although Hika no longer had any use for trophies or money – none of that from the world of humanity. It was a world where running was all that mattered, that and breeding mares, and he nuzzled lovingly at the palomino withers of the golden mare he was breeding at that very moment, taking her marehood smoothly and deeply with every stroke.

It was all as it was meant to be, so much coming to a head with him, more mares than he could ever have imagined or even bred as a man – if they had been women then, of course. He had his fill of his lust and he rolled his head back and forth lightly, ears wiggling, his tail flicking and flagging in the proud triumph of climax. It was all there for him to claim and take for his own as he humped and thrust, screaming out his pleasure for all to hear as he, once again, proudly spent his load into the mare, so many of his foals waiting to be born already. Soon, they would run and grow up as big and as strong as him, though no one would surpass him, the best of the best, the stallion who could run from everything expect his destiny.

Hika could not even control himself after finishing a race, turning on a mare who had come in third, though the humans only backed away, allowing him his fill and his rightful taking of her. Unable to hold back even the slightest amount, he grunted and slammed into her, sinking home as if his cock was meant to be there, humans cheering, though he did not care about any of that. All he needed was to give in to natural instinct, spending his load, filling her up to the brim, cum slopping forth even as he sought to plug her full.

Watchers did not bother him. He was just a horse.

Fate had a way of catching up with people, though Hika was not to know that, snorting and heaving, the late afternoon light glistening on his sweaty hide at the breeding facility, after the races had been done for the season. Flanks heaving, he shook, emptying his balls into her as she trembled beneath him, bearing his weight perfectly even as he took most of it on his hind legs. She was the perfect breeding partner and he nipped playfully at the base of her neck, earning himself a squeal and a jigging of her hind hoof. Despite the change in his partners, he shuddered, flanks reverberating with the very best of groans.

He was meant to be there, a breeding, racing stud. The mare's folds twitched around him, lusting for more. Hika grunted, eyes half-lidded and nostrils flared with hot and heady lust.

And he'd never again want to be anywhere else.