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"Please, Martin, it's my birthday! You have to come out with me!" Alec begged. "I need my best friend with me tonight!"

Martin and Alec had been best friends since elementary school. Martin never thought he'd have a gay best friend, but when Alec came out to him in high school, he showed nothing but support for his best friend. Considering their conservative upbringings, they were an unlikely duo, Alec being the thin 5'8" blonde, blue-eyed heartthrob (for men and women alike) and Martin, the straight 6' brown eyed brunette gamer. After high school they both decided on the same college in the big city and were even able to convince the college to let them room together. Now in their senior year of college, Alec had become even more emboldened to explore the gay nightlife that the city had to offer. Martin enjoyed going out every now and then for a beer with his gaming buddies, but he remained more of a stay at home kind of guy. But whenever Alec called on him for a night of fun and debauchery, he was always willing to play wingman for his friend at the local gay clubs.

"Fine, let me just message my D&D group and let them know that we're cancelling for this week," Martin sighed. He knew his gaming friends would be annoyed, but they all knew Alec and knew that on his birthday, he got his way no matter what. After sending the message, he knew it was going to be a long night as Alec started laying out outfit after outfit to find the perfect birthday ensemble.

After almost 2 hours, Martin couldn't take it anymore. "Alec just choose one and let's go. Once you leave with that special someone, I want to come home and play that new game I got," he said, exasperated. With a pout, Alec relented, choosing a fishnet crop top to show off his abs and some tight dark skinny jeans that complimented his bubble butt.

Together they got into Martin's car, and after 10 minutes, they arrived outside the club. After checking their IDs, they were let into the busy club. The energy was surprisingly more palpable than it was on a Saturday night considering it was only 10:30pm on a Thursday night. "Must be some kind of event happening tonight or something," Martin thought. Alec grabbed Martin's hand and pulled him through the crowd of men to the bar.

"First drink is on you, right?" Alec grinned mischievously. Martin knew better than to question it, so he just smirked and nodded. Throwing back a couple of shots, their night was underway. After a couple of hours, Alec was already pretty tipsy on the multiple cocktails he ordered and downed. Martin only ever drank beer at this particular club because the patrons could be a little forward and handsy, so he preferred to be a bit more aware of his surroundings. Alec had made his way to the dance floor fifteen minutes prior, and found a handsome Latino guy to dance and grind on. Martin laughed. Alec was always this way ever since he was able to explore the gay scene in the city. He wouldn't call his best friend a whore, but it was always clear Alec was always the center of attention when they went out and he was persuasive enough to never go home alone. Judging from the look on his face, Alec had already found and dug his claws into his newest prey.

After another hour or so, Alec finally strolled over with the Latino guy. "Martin, this is Enrique! Enrique, this is my best friend in the entire world!" Enrique shook Martin's hand and after some idle chatter (and Alec nuzzling into Enrique's neck), it was clear where this was heading. Martin exchanged numbers with Enrique and let him know that if Alec was too much of a handful, to call him and he'd come pick him up, no problem. Enrique smiled at Martin, picked up Alec and they headed presumably to his car or house, depending on how long Alec could hold back his libido.

"Well, finally time to head home. Just gotta take a piss first," Martin said to himself. He headed into the basement area of the club where the bathrooms were, having been one beer too far in to notice that someone was following behind him. After turning the corner, he was shoved into a single toilet handicap bathroom, missing the sign on the door that said, "Out of order". On the floor of the bathroom, dazed, Martin looked up to see his aggressor closing and locking the door behind him. This man was huge. An unstyled mohawk on his head, this man clearly never missed a day at the gym, as every muscle on his body bulged as he moved.

"H-HEL--!" Martin tried to cry out but as quickly as he had been shoved into the room, a hand was across his mouth preventing him from screaming. "If you want to walk out of here unhurt, you'll do as I say. Number one, do NOT scream for help. Understood?" Martin nodded.

"Please, please don't hurt me. I'm not even gay, I was just here to help my friend get laid. I--,"

"Shut up," said the man. Martin was shaking. He'd never been in this situation, let alone in the same room with someone as aggressive as this. "Look, I don't care what you think, who you are, any of that. You and I are gonna have a fun time. But first, you're going to drink everything in this." The man pulled out a flask, swishing around the liquid inside. "So what's it going to be?"

Seeing no escape, and no other option but to concede to the hulking man, Martin shakily grabbed the bottle and began to cry and held it to his lips. He didn't have any other choice, this man could easily break his leg or worse. "Please..." Martin sobbed. The man tilted the flask back. "Bottom's up."

Martin, still sobbing, didn't feel any different immediately after drinking the concoction. "Can I go now?" He begged. The man just stood there, holding him down, seemingly waiting for the drink to take effect. After a few minutes, Martin started feeling warm. His body started to tingle, while his senses seemed to heighten. Trying to figure out what was happening to him, his mind became distracted by a strange smell. As the seconds dragged on, the smell only got stronger, his body considerably warmer. His body now on fire, he looked around the bathroom for the source of the smell, until it hit him; it was coming from this muscular man. Panting, Martin looked up at the man, gazing upon his handsome features, wondering what it would be like to kiss him.

"Wait, wait..." Martin tried to regain his thoughts. "I'm not gay, this man did something to me, I have to focus," he thought. The hulking man was enjoying watching the conflicting feelings read across Martin's face.

"What's wrong boy? Something I can do to help you?" He said, smirking. He had done this before to a couple of other boys, but there was something about this one that was that he knew would be better than the rest.

"What... what did you do to me...?" Martin labored, panting heavier. He was clinging onto reality as best he could, but he could feel himself slipping.

"I fed you an aphrodisiac that makes you horny for any sexual being. You're figuratively turning into an animal in heat. Well, soon it won't be figurative at all..." the man trailed off at the end of his sentence.

Martin was torn. This man had drugged him, but he was so horny and this muscular hunk was right in front of him... and wanted him. Martin had never been a ladies man per se, but did he really lust after this man?

Noticing Martin's hard 7 inch cock outlined in his pants, the man reached down and rubbed up and down the shaft. A jolt of electricity passed through Martin, ending any and all thought about how wrong the situation was. Martin wrapped his arms around the man's neck and pulled him into a kiss. Immediately a feeling of euphoria washed over Martin. He moaned into the kiss, as the man reciprocated, shoving his long tongue deep into Martin's waiting mouth.

"I knew you'd see it my way," the man laughed. By the way, boy, my name is Atlas. What's yours?"

"Martin," he said desperately, starting to hump against the man's muscular thigh.

"Hmmm... no. Your name isn't Martin. It's Faron. Isn't that right?"

Martin's mind fractured. His name is Faron? He was sure it was Martin. But as the seconds passed, Martin sounded more and more foreign to him. In a matter of minutes, Martin ceased to exist and Faron came into existence.

"Yes, sir. Sorry, I don't know why I said that name..." Faron smiled.

"It's okay, boy. It happens," Atlas laughed. "Look I know we started off rough. Tell me what I can do to make it up to you."

"Well sir, I'm so horny. Could you help me with this?" Faron pulled his pants and underwear down in one shot, shaking his dripping cock lewdly at Atlas. Atlas pretended to be shocked.

"I thought you weren't gay? Isn't that what you said before?" Atlas questioned. Faron thought about the question for a second before responding.

"No, sir, I don't remember saying that. If I were straight I wouldn't be craving your fat cock." Faron drooled, seeing the log outline down the leg of Atlas's pants. Atlas smiled deviously. The cocktail of drugs in the flask he fed Martin were at full effect, putting Martin, now Faron, into a suggestive, hypnotic state that would instill any and all suggestions into his mind permanently. Atlas smirked, ready to move onto phase 2 of his plan. Pulling Faron off of his lap, Atlas stood up. "I think it's time I made myself comfortable."

With those words, Atlas stripped completely nude, showing off his 9 inch hard cock. Shaking it a couple times, Faron's eyes glazed over, drinking in every inch of the muscular stud. But as he reached that juicy cock, he noticed that not only was it big; it was still growing. He watched as it extended to 10, 11 then 12 inches. As it hit the foot mark, the head started to flatten and a ring of flesh formed halfway up the shaft. His balls followed suit, swelling to the size of kiwis. Faron was enamored. Little did he realize that while he was watching the horse cock form, Atlas's entire body started forming a short pelt of dark brown fur. His pink nipples remained, hardening as his transformation progressed. Atlas's fingernails darkened and formed around his fingertips, forming a keratin tip on each finger. Similarly, his ankles elongated, and his toenails darkened and hardened spreading out, until all that was left of his toes were two hardened keratin hooves. A nub slowly formed on Atlas's backside, spreading his muscled glutes to show off his dark pucker before sprouting long, fine hair completing his tail. Finally, his face started pushing forward into a long muzzle, teeth flattening, while his ears migrated to the top of his head, points forming in his ears along the way. Atlas's mohawk grew silkier and longer extending down his neck into his shoulder blades completing a beautiful mane.

Standing in front of Faron was now a 7 foot tall horse man. Before Faron could fully comprehend what had just happened, he was overwhelmed by a spicy musk emanating straight from the huge horse cock. "Like what you see, boy?" Atlas laughed, an octave deeper than a few minutes prior. Wiping the drool from his mouth, all Faron could do was nod. Sweeping him up in his arms, the muscular horse man shoved his long tongue into Faron's mouth once more. Completely overwhelmed, Faron reciprocated by sucking on the giant tongue invading his mouth.

After a few minutes, Faron was set down, and guided to his knees, where he looked at Atlas pleadingly. With a simple nod from the hulking horse man, Faron dove onto the cock, desperate to wrap his mouth around the head and beyond. When he figured out he couldn't fit his lips around the flared head, he whimpered and opted instead to lick at the head, eliciting some musky pre-cum. He lapped it up as quickly as it was being produced, intoxicated by the salty taste. Atlas moaned, unable to contain his excitement for what was to come.

As he continued to drink the precum, Faron's body slowly started to change as Atlas's did, albeit in a different order. Instead of starting at his cock, Faron's desire to take his master's cock started pushing his face out into a muzzle. After a minute, his face had pushed out enough that he got a taste of Atlas's cock in its full glory. As he suckled on the flared tip of the cock, his teeth flattened and tongue lengthened while his ears became pointed and slowly moved to the crown of his head. His hair thinned everywhere except down the middle of his head where a lush brown mane formed and grew down his neck and ended between his shoulder blades. As he started taking more and more of the mottled cock into his mouth, more changes overcame him. A short, cream-colored pelt started to form over his face and soon gradually moved down his entire body. His ass cheeks grew spots of dark brown within the cream, while his limbs beheld a beautiful gradient from that cream color into a rich brown. Once the pelt had formed, his fingers capped themselves in a keratin shell much to the same effect as Atlas's, as did his toes fuse and form two large hooves.

Atlas looked down at his work, clearly pleased with how this transformation was coming along. He could feel himself getting close as Faron's lips wrapped past his medial ring, threatening to make him cum. Slowly, he edged his cock out of the mouth that had been suckling on it. "Turn around, boy," Atlas groaned. Unable to say no, Faron clopped over to the sink, putting his hands on either side, waiting for what he truly desired from the stud of a man. Atlas lined up his cock with Faron's hole, but instead of pressing in, he started stroking his cock, releasing more precum that dribbled over the hungry hole, down Faron's taint and over his balls. Faron moaned, feeling his cheeks split apart as a tail sprouted between them, exposing his hole to the air. His pucker began to swell and darken as did his balls and cock. Feeling his balls swell, and his cock lengthen, Faron let out a moan that turned into a whinney as his cock turned black with pink splotches. Finally his transformation finished as his head flattened and a medial ring formed halfway up his 11 inch cock.

"Before I finally give you what you've been wanting, I need to hear it from you. Who are you? What are you? And who do you belong to?" Atlas's voice boomed.

Faron did not hesitate in answering. "My name is Faron! I'm just a slutty gay horse who needs his master's cock! My master is you, Atlas, sir!" He yelled. Faron's mind took hold to everything that he said and his mind was rewritten. Long gone was the straight gamer boy. He was forever Faron, the slutty gay horse who answered to his master only.

Hearing his words, Atlas beamed, plunging his head into the fresh pucker in front of him, stopping at his medial ring. Faron neighed out, tongue lolling to the side, enjoying every bit of his master's cock inside of him, though he didn't feel full enough. Unexpectedly, Atlas felt his cock being sucked further into the foal's hole as Faron pushed past Atlas's medial ring, hilting the entire cock in his ass. They moaned and whinneyed in unison as Atlas started withdrawing halfway and thrusting back in. Pulling out past his medial ring and shoving his length back in, Atlas pummeled Faron's prostate over and over again. Faron felt so full and couldn't help neighing with every thrust. He loved this and wanted his hole thrashed forever. Atlas, however had other plans as he was ready to mate with his foal. In one final thrust, Atlas shoved his entire cock into Faron's hole as it spasmed, coating his insides with his seed, marking Faron as his forever. Feeling the hot seed inside him, Faron neighed out spraying out spurt after spurt of cum against the wall under the sink. In the afterglow, and with his cock still inside, Atlas turned Faron's head and kissed him passionately, yet gently.

"I'm so happy you came around to seeing things my way," Atlas grinned.

"Anything for a handsome stallion like you, sir!" Faron sighed happily.

A few minutes into their postcoital state, the chirp of a phone ringtone rang out from the former pants of Martin. Picking up the phone, Faron answered with a happy sigh. "Hello?"

"Hey this is Martin right? Look, Alec and I came back to my place but in the middle of sex he started feeling sick. I think he had too much to drink and I really don't want to care for some puking mess tonight. Could you come pick him up?"

Atlas quickly grabbed the phone from Faron's hand. "Yeah of course, text me the address and my friend and I will be over to pick him up." Hanging up the phone he handed it back to his foal.

"Who was that, sir? And who is Martin?" Faron asked, now completely oblivious that that name once belonged to him.

"I think they just got your name wrong, boy. It's easy to mishear in the loud club. But we need to go pick up your friend, Alec. He and his friend need us. Follow me, I'll get us out of here and we can pick them up in my truck," Atlas smirked deviously.

"Yes sir!" Faron exclaimed. Although Atlas had the ability to shift back into a human form, Faron still had yet to learn that particular skill, so Atlas led Faron out of the bathroom and through a series of hallways under the club to avoid the chaos above. Eventually they came upon a cellar door that was no match for Atlas's strength. Once outside, Atlas grabbed his foal's hand and ran to his truck only a few yards away. Both securely in the truck without anyone catching them, Faron started the navigation app to take them to Enrique's house.