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Disclaimer - A horse is a horse, of course, of course. But also, sometimes a you is a horse as well. If you're not looking for an evening that is decidedly equine in nature, then I highly recommend reading no further. (This is a work of pornographic fiction. Do not read if it would be illegal for you to do so.)

The Rooftop Equestrian Garden

You sigh, leaning against the corner of the elevator as the red digital floor counter continues to increase.

A rooftop garden sounds nice. Maybe you can spend an hour or two just chilling out and then make your way to the convention proper. That will give you some time to relax and rest, and then you can go hang out with all of the night owls.

"Welcome to the Rooftop Equestrian Gardens," a dull, programed woman's voice rings out. Then there's an ominous hiss and a faint maroon mist sprays into the elevator from the vents. "Enjoy your stay."

It smells like hay and ozone. You put your elbow over your mouth, coughing as you wave your other hand in front of your face.

Your lungs tingle.

Before you have time to consider what just happened, the elevator chimes out and the doors slide open, leading out to a massive veranda. There's carefully trimmed geometric hedges wrapped in lights, beds of blooming flowers, a few small maple trees here and there . . . and also horses.

A lot of horses in fact.

The faint Sinatra-esque music playing in the background is almost drowned out by the clopping of hooves against the brick paths winding throughout the huge garden. The entire garden is lousy with horses, from the ones packed into the small gazebo pressing together like they were dancing, to the ones running about and nipping at each other's heels playfully, the thunder of their hooves suddenly muted when they run onto the lawn.

All of them have torn remnants of clothes draped over them: a very stretched out turtleneck here, a necklace with a cross over there, and quite a few bits of torn pants all around.

Before you have time to even get your bearings, two stallions trot up to you, nickering and tossing their manes, looking down at you with a cheerful curiosity.

One is an appaloosa: white with black spots that still has French cuffs with aquamarine links around their front hooves. It looks almost like a tuxedo exploded all over their glossy pelt, leaving little splatters of black under the tatters of their fancy white shirt.

The other is slightly larger, a cinnamon-colored palomino who stands a few hands taller than their companion. Their mane reminds you of the blonde foam on a latte, long and undulating slightly as he moves. The remnants of a torn tie-dye tee-shirt stretches across his broad chest like it was being torn off in slow motion, fabric showing considerable tenacity by remaining at all.

You have quite a few questions, but before you can ask them, they both clop up next to you.

The spotty appaloosa presses his hooves out and bows down before you. It's Incredibly polite . . . for a horse.

The palomino though has much less decorum, stepping up and nuzzling against your sides, wide, velvet nostrils huffing against your hands. He then nibbles at your shirt, rubbing his head up your arm, muzzle now inches from your face. The edges of his pliable lips turn up in a grin before he presses forwards and drags his slightly rough tongue up along your face in a hot rush, leaving cooling spittle behind it.

The sensation makes you feel a little drunk, your heart pounding, sweat starting to form on your brow.

Your clothes all feel a little tighter.

You hold your hands up, pushing him away as the spotted horse rises and steps up next to him, tossing his mane in the same way one might roll their eyes in exasperation. He steps in and nuzzles his way under one of your hands, your fingers combing through his silky mane. He nickers, butting his massive head gently against your chest.

It's bizarre. He definitely is very polite for a horse, amorously nuzzling against you before stepping back and looking imperiously at the coffee and cream colored horse as if to say "That, is how it should be done."

The brown horse snorts and shakes his head, looking down at you with unbounded eagerness gleaming in his round, dark eyes. He whickers, tossing his head, puffing hot air against you before again leaning in and pressing his lips against your own. Your eyes go wide as his massive tongue slips into your mouth, a huge wriggling fleshy mass. You raise your hands up, pushing against the sides of his massive head. He swirls his tongue and slips out from your lips to lick your face before drilling back in, making you uncertain if you want to push him away or pull him in closer at this point.

As you lean into the kiss, your face flushes with heat. You groan out into his mouth as his tongue slides against your own. Your start lapping back at him almost instinctively, a fuzzy heat building up inside of your chest.

Your ears quiver slightly as they start to pull up the sides of your head, sprouting short charcoal black fur. The spotted horse takes notice and nuzzles in, nibbling at them gently with his clever lips, gently smoothing out all the whorls as they stretch into pointed tips. New muscles form as they begin to flicker against him, tugging as he grasps them gently in his careful lips.

The brown stallion pulls back with an excited whinny, lapping up your cheek like you were a salt lick and looking down at you with an impish grin that looks out of place on such a massive beast. You follow his gaze, reaching up and grabbing your ears, feeling the long, pointed protrusions flick and tug in your grasp. Your fingers feel wrong too. You pull your hands in front of your face and see your nails darkening and thickening before your eyes, joints creaking under your skin.

Before you think too hard about it, the dalmatian-patterned horse is nuzzling in at one of your creaking extremities. He looks up at you as he licks along your fingers, lips grasping in as if asking for permission.

You shrug, the garden spinning around you as your heart thuds in your chest.

If this is the Equestrian Garden, you might as well hang out with the horses.

He takes that as an invitation, maintaining eye contact as he licks up your palm with his clever pink tongue before opening his mouth and engulfing your fingers, running his tongue between them with practiced ease.

The palomino follows suit in a much less tactful way, scooping up your other hand in his massive jaws and playfully gnawing at you, squeezing your fingers together gently between his massive flat teeth as he scrubs at them with his tongue.

Although each of your hands is enveloped in a balmy equine maw, their methodologies are polar opposites. The palomino slurps and suckles at your fingers, gnawing lightly at your hand, his diesel engine rumbling nicker buzzing through your bones. The appaloosa though is precise and insistent, running his finessed tongue between your fingers, his rough tongue coating each inch of your skin with hot wet affection.

Heat runs up through your arms as the sensations change, your bones popping as the smooth slickness slowly changes into a clacking that you can feel rattle up your skeleton. Your fingers stiffen, the prickly sensations fading into a smooth heat as the horses continue to lap and nibble, silky tails swishing about behind them.

You pant as they pull back, smelling horse in the cool evening air as you stare down at your hands . . .

Or at least what used to be your hands.

You try to flex your fingers, but nothing happens.

It's not uncomfortable. It's just surreal.

Your fingers are replaced by massive hooves, still growing wider as you hold them in front of your eyes, gleaming with horse spittle as the two stallions nuzzle in against your chest, nickering out encouragement. The stiff protrusions clack as your bump them together, fine movements impossible as your arms press out. Your bones lengthen as your joints creak and swell, your clothes uncomfortably tight, especially between your legs.

You reach down, but can't do more than paw at your belt, hooves clattering against the brass buckle. You grit your teeth, moaning, heart pounding as you can't relieve the discomfort.

A snuffling behind you distracts you from your frustrations though, the palomino's wide nostrils pressed against the seat of your pants and puffing hot air against you. He presses forward with his massive flat nose, bumping you with enough force to make you topple forward, your hand-hooves inelegantly wrapping around the appaloosa's broad neck to steady yourself.

The appaloosa nickers reassurance, nuzzling against your face, warm hay-scented breath huffing against you. Your mouth hangs open, body tingling as he laps up the side of your face, jet black fuzz prickling in along your cheeks. Your nostrils flare as you breathe in, suddenly distinctly aware of the scent of stallion in the air.

Your tenuous balance is further interrupted as the palomino snorts behind you, opening his massive jaws and clamping them around your belt. He grumbles as he chews at the tough leather before shaking his head, jerking your waist around like a dog's toy, or at least a horse's . . .

Your useless hoof-hands scrabble as you hold yourself up against the spotted stallion's broad neck as he laps at your face, your nose flattening, nostrils flaring wide as they pull apart from each other, growing fuzzy and dark.

You feel the fabric of your slacks strain and creak against your flesh, muscles bulging under the taut fabric. Your hind legs leave the ground as the coffee and cream colored horse shakes you with joyous abandon. Your shoes clatter off to the ground, ankles pulling up as your feet push out, toes condensing into broad black hooves with a shock of white fur above them. A sudden shrrrrrip sends your rear legs clacking to the ground, slacks torn off and tossed aside before the palomino's curious lips return and he easily tears off your underwear as well, leaving you completely bare from the waist down, your freed erection pulsing in the cool night air.

The faint chill of the air is quickly replaced by the rapacious brown horse pressing his warm velveteen snout against your rump and huffing against you. He rubs his massive head between your swelling thighs, glossy fur making your skin tingle as dark black fur prickles up in his wake.

The palomino grins at you as you falter. It's getting harder and harder to hold yourself upright. He presses his muzzle against your lips, tongue pressing in and tracing along the tops of your flattening teeth. Your face presses out into a partial muzzle, black fur washing over your features with a white diamond shaped blaze on your forehead. You can't help but letting your tongue wrap around his own, your lips swelling, grasping out with equine flexibility as you lose yourself in the squelching animal kiss. Your spine creaks, chest barreling out as buttons fly off your shirt, muscles bulging as your hoof feet clack nervously against the ground, shifting your increasingly unstable weight.

You groan out as you feel the palomino's soft, flexible lips grasp out against your balls, making your cock jerk up, pre welling out from the tip. He laps out, tongue dragging up your taint. Your skin bristles against the warm stroke, tensing and relaxing as inky fur follows in his wake. The warm advance doesn't stop though, sliding up between the bared cheeks of your rump before swirling around the tight, clenching ring of your ass with equine relish.

Your kiss is broken as your gasp comes out as a halting, garbled whinny. Your spine creaks, bones popping as you swell larger, balance impossible to keep as you topple forwards, grasping hooves sliding off the palomino's glossy flanks.

You brace yourself, but instead of tumbling, your front hooves hit the brick pathway with a solid, stable clack, your head barely falling at all. It's strangely comfortable to be on all fours.

The palomino nickers and nuzzles against you comfortingly, nibbling at your hair as the color slowly fades into a bone white that trickles down your swelling neck as a mane.

It's hard to pay any attention to that though as the appaloosa continues to lavish affection against your bared asshole. You clench against his wide, hot tongue, nostrils huffing as you grit your teeth. He's relentless, grasping in with his lips, tongue pressing in, probing your entrance as it swells and darkens. Your hips creak, widening, giving him easier access as your asshole swells to tender equine prominence.

Your body isn't the only thing filling out either, each of the stallions' own members swelling below them as they continue to change you from both sides.

You brace yourself on all fours as the palomino continues lapping out, stroking up your clenching animal ass until your spine pops, a nub of flesh pressing out. His lips wrap around your forming tail, making your ass quiver as he tugs it out insistently, creaking inch by inch, wispy black filaments sprouting as your forming tail pulls against his unrelenting jaws. He lets your tail pull out from his mouth, batting at his face as he laps back down, tracing around the edges of your quivering equine anus as your rump swells with rounded muscle.

The appaloosa nickers and nibbles down your chest as it barrels out, broad, powerful, and glossy black. Your shirt tears, leaving only tatters of the sleeves around your front legs. Even on all fours, you realize you're slightly taller than him even as you're still growing.

Your body feels amazing, surging with energy as you grunt and nicker, tail swishing over the palomino's twitching ears as he continues to swab around your tender ass.

The spotted horse beams with pride, licking his lips as he looks over your increasingly powerful stature: glossy black horseflesh with fluffy white fetlocks above your hooves.

The classier appaloosa trots around to your side, bending his head down and looking under you. You crane your thick equine neck down, finding it easy to peer back behind your front legs as you watch him press his muzzle in, wide nostrils huffing against your bobbing, comparatively diminutive cock. You shudder as he laps out, sliding down from the tip of your leaking member, dividing your balls with a wet, warm lap. He turns towards you, winking one of his long-lashed eyes before snuffling in and taking a deep breath, drinking in your increasingly equine scent. Then, his practiced, flexible lips grasp out gently, rolling one of your balls into his balmy maw, and then the other, suckling on them both gently as if savoring the world's most decadent bonbons.

Your body thrums, muscles tensing, thighs straining as you shift your increasing weight from hoof to hoof. Your testicles pulse and tense as the appaloosa sucks and prods at them with his wide tongue. You feel the sides of his careful mouth tighten around them as his hot breath puffs against your underside.

Your prominent, glistening asshole quivers as the eager palomino nibbles and laps at it. His tongue swabs in harder and harder, velveteen lips pressed against your rump. He let's out a mischievous whinny, breath puffing against you before he presses in with his tongue, not pulling back, waiting as your sensitive orifice tenses and relaxes before slipping inside of you in a wet hot surge.

Your tail stands up, ears folding back as you clench around the wriggling mass of his tongue. He twists and writhes inside you before sliding back and pressing in again, pumping in and out of your pliant equine asshole.

Every time your rump squeezes, your balls thrum with pleasure, bulging and churning as the spotted horse under you suckles at them. Soon, the tightness is just too much, and the appaloosa lets your balls slide from his jaws with two heavy, sucking pops. You can feel their heft, massive dark orbs dangling behind your still-human shaft, clenching every time the other horse's tongue swabs around your insides.

Virile need wells up inside of you.

The horse under you proceeds to lap up your shaft, heat welling out from between your legs as it pulses, throbbing larger and larger. He nuzzles in at the bottom, lips grasping out, teasing the loosening flesh that creeps up the base as an animal sheath. His tongue slips briefly inside of the loose roll of flesh.

Your cock thrums in time with your hammering heart.

Your shaft bulges as he licks, skin darkening near the bottom and fading to a blotchy pink along the middle. The palomino whickers out in approval, lapping at the point where your dark and pink skin meet, raising up a faint tight ring around the middle of your shaft. Your increasingly girthy organ bobs up against your belly as your strain. He nibbles at the tip, your bulbous cockhead flattening down and stretching out, welling out into a regal crown to your needy equine spire.

His teasing lapping isn't enough though. Your cock throbs, bobbing up against your prickly belly fur, leaking out a thin trail of pre to the ground below. Your nostrils flare, and you can smell just how much you need it, your earthy equine scent mingling with their own.

You have no time to contemplate your need though as the Palomino pulls back behind you, licking his chops. Your eyes go wide as his broad chest presses down against your hindquarters before he slides his bulk atop you, his forelegs grasping in at your haunches. He whinnies, scooting forwards, your body bearing his immense weight with ease as he nuzzles in along your back, nibbling at your dark furred flesh as the wide drooling tip of his member prods against your glistening balls. Your lips peel back, the whites of your eyes showing as he adjusts himself, cock sliding up, dragging up your taint, smearing your twitching hole with his warm, slick pre.

He pushes forward, but his cock slides up and across the underside of your tail. And then again, but he slips off to the side.

Your heart hammers in your ears, world condensed into just that throbbing spire of horse flesh grinding against you. You brace yourself, tail raised under him as he grinds forwards, flat cockhead pressing against your glistening equine pucker before spreading you wide and sinking inside of you in a slick hot rush of ecstasy.

You whinny out in bliss as your ass wrenches down around him, gripping at his girthy cock as your own smacks up against your silky undercarriage. He rocks atop of you, thrusting in deeper and deeper, rubbing against something inside of you that makes your body clench and seize as your shaft twitches and wells out a constant stream of dribbling pre.

The appaloosa grins as he watches your face contort, nuzzling in against your shoulder. He gives your chin a quick kiss before folding his legs in front of him and leaning in under you. You feel his ears tickle along your underside as he cranes his neck forward. His breath huffs against the tender flesh of your bobbing cock before his pliable lips wrap around your swollen tip. You hiss in, balls tensing as he teases, lapping up and nibbling around the blunt end of your shaft, lapping up your salty pre as the palomino continues to ram deeper and deeper into your ass.

The spotted horse licks his lips, nickering before opening his maw wide and engulfing your shaft in the balmy confines of his mouth. His smooth teeth slide against the edges of your shaft, making you shiver, pleasure flushing through your body, your fur prickling up as he suckles at your member. His whole mouth undulates around you, clenching in practiced waves, setting your nerves ablaze as he caresses your cock.

His dark tail flicks up against your chin as you huff in his scent. You crane your head down, snuffling in against him before licking out at the dark skin of his bared equine asshole, feeling him shudder in pleasure around your shaft as the orifice tenses against your wide tongue. You can't help yourself, licking in harder and faster as he bobs his head back and forth along your length, stretching out his needy hole as he groans around your cock.

It's complete sensational overload.

Your ass clamps down around the palomino's cock as he bucks his hips, thrusting deep and hard enough for his heavy balls to pat against your own. His weight rocking against you drives your own cock deeper into the waiting maw of the appaloosa under you, your length jerking and leaking as his tongue swabs around the underside of your gargantuan shaft.

His ears tickle your underside as his tail bats against the side of your face while your tongue grinds against his asshole. You whinny out before pressing in harder, forcing your tongue inside of the quivering ring of muscle that then seizes down around you, his joyous outburst garbled as your cock swabs the back of his throat.

The palomino whinnies out on top of you, thrusts building up speed, becoming smaller, jackhammering movements. His forelegs grip around your haunches, tail flagging up as he rams in one last time with savage intensity. His cock arcs up inside of you before jerking wildly, erupting with a stream of equine seed that paints your insides as you squeeze around him. Your ass wrenches down in wild, needy tugs, milking him for all he has as your heavy balls tighten, pulling up against you as your cock stiffens.

The appaloosa closes his eyes and shoves his muzzle forwards, completely engulfing your shaft. The head of your member swells out into an equine flare, scraping against the fleshy back of his torrid throat. Pressure rises inside of you, every inch of your body tensing, massive cock quaking before your climax rushes over you like a shockwave. Your cock jerks, spilling out waves of gooey equine essence that he sucks down with relish. Your ass wrenches down around the palomino in time with your orgasm, spasmatic fits wrenching around the horse's cock as your tail tugs back and forth fitfully.

You close your eyes, lost in a world of overwhelming equine pleasure before you shove forward with your tongue, ramming against the appaloosa's fleshy insides as he lets out a muffled squeal of pleasure around your shaft, vibrations causing you to erupt anew into his muzzle. His own shaft jerks, spattering out pressured streams of animal jizzum onto the brick path of the garden, a pool forming as his ass clenches around your tongue in halting fits.

It doesn't stop.

Your massive bodies rock together in a symbiotic moebius loop of lust, each bolt of ecstasy coaxing you onwards to new animal heights. You quake and shudder together, drinking in the musky scent of equine lust that hangs heavy in the air.

Things only slow down once every last mote of pleasure has been milked from all three of you, leaving you all gasping and exhausted.

The palomino slowly slides off of you, leaving you gaping open for a moment in the chill air, a dribble of his milky cum running down over your balls before you clench closed after him.

All three of you nuzzle together, nickering and nibbling at each other, basking in the afterglow.

You join your two new acquaintances, trotting around the rooftop garden, letting your mane and tail trail behind you as your hooves dig into the manicured lawns as you.

Your trio even finds a few forbidden treats, munching on a bed of brightly colored nasturtiums, glancing around to make sure that no one catches you in the deed.

But your equine revelry is interrupted by a ding as the elevator returns, doors whooshing open as a man in an argyle cardigan stumbles out, waving their hand in front of them to disperse a faint maroon mist.

You look over at your equine compatriots and they both grin back at you.

There's definitely room for one more horse in your growing posse.