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Forcing Obedience

Part Two

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Adagiodajiang

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A continuation of the stories set in a futuristic dystopia where a tyrant king has taken over, capturing and forcing the rebels to submit to his reign...

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Continued from part two...

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Joseph thrust and thrust, the stallion's dark coat barely visible in the dimness of the bedroom. Everything was fine and right with the world, though he could not know that that would not be for long, for everything was about to change for him. The mare under him, a beautiful, dappled grey, cried out his name as he filled her, his shaft ploughing deep, knowing exactly how far and how deep he could go for her to cling to him in that special way.

"Ohhh..." She moaned, hoofed fingertips digging into his arms, his shoulders, sweeping passionately down his back in the gleam of sweat that. "Joseph... Ah... What are you...doing to me?"

She could barely control herself under him - but wasn't that what sex was all about? It was to be revered, to be enjoyed, to come with heaving, moaning, panting breaths and all the heat of the body too. Bodily fluids were par for the course as he bent one of her legs up towards her chest, admiring her flexibility, nickering out her name.

"Symone..."

His love, his dearest, the light of his life. She was everything to him and she forever would be, a mare to take his heart, to keep and to hold it safely. He grunted deep in the back of his throat as he thrust and thrust, her sex closing and rippling around him as she whinnied in climax, safe in their bedroom, but he would not stop until his dearest darling was completely and utterly satisfied, a post-orgasmic mess of delight sprawled across the bed.

He ejaculated hard, ropes of seed shooting into her as if his body was as eager to breed her as his mind was, though they had not discussed a family before. Maybe it was something that they should talk about, for his girlfriend and him got on so well, so very well, that maybe it was time to settle down. His heart brimmed over with love for her, sharing hot washes of breath as they exhaled in the afterglow, his balls aching as they pumped cum into her, drooling out along the length of his thickness.

Ping!

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His phone chimed, but his mind was elsewhere, wondering whether she was the partner for him, if he should ask her, whether things could go to the next level with them. It was only when the second one came through, as if the device was begging him to act with urgency, that he flicked his ears in its direction, paying attention.

Family, for the moment, would have to wait.

"Leave it, Joseph, you don't have to..."

But he did, the anthro stallion checking his phone, the notice clear that his mission, one that he had almost thought was never going to begin, was due. It would take him out of the city and a good night of sleep was no longer on the cards, Symone not aware of what he did for a living, or only the barest, blandest details of it.

He kissed her nose as he left.

He didn't know that he'd never see her again.

*

After the stag's imprisonment...

Joseph woke slowly, grunting, the anthro horse lying on his back...somewhere. He could barely remember what had happened, his head swimming through a thick fog as if he had been knocked out at some point and was only just coming back to full consciousness.

What had happened? He tried to pull his name out of the darkness, yet it eluded him as Joseph blinked awake, trying to move and finding that he could not.

"Where... What..."

People. There were people nearby. But they didn't pay attention to him, his vision blurry and fuzzy, tongue thick in his mouth. He looked down his body, neck aching, naked, though that was not unexpected. When he'd been off duty, he'd often been naked, enjoying quiet pleasures.

Duty... Yes, he had been the leader of a squad, yes. That was what had happened. He'd been taken, when they'd tried to fight back against the special forces of that other city, the city... Oh, he couldn't remember its name in such a state. But he had not been able to stand up to the white lion who rained metal fire down on them with ruthless cunning, a slender assassin slipping through the night. He'd both operated with stealth and outright brash offence, flexible in his approach as those of the feline kind so often were.

"He is awake."

Joseph turned his head slowly, arms fastened down by his sides. He was fastened down, he could finally see, on a table of some kind, though the man above him was not one that he recognised, wearing a long, white jacket. A scientist? A doctor? Joseph didn't know.

"What..."

But they weren't interested in his questions. The scientist, wearing a mask over the lower half of his face, prodded Joseph's chest.

"Do you have any loss of sensation? Can you wiggle your fingers?"

Joseph tried, his fingers moving.

"Y-yes... Okay..."

"Good. Neural function appears all there, along with motor function."

"If they hadn't roughed him up so much, he would have been more use to us."

"Yes, but you know that we have no say in that. We just have to take the dregs we're given for these experiments."

"There should be a lot more coming soon, what with his plans."

"And what do you know of his plans?"

Joseph tried to follow the flitting, fast-flowing conversation above him, but there was no ability in him to do so.

"W-what," he tried to force out, "are you going to...do to me?"

He was in a bad place, that much he knew, but their hands were all over him, measuring him with high-tech equipment far beyond the simple tape measures that he had used in his youth. A needle shot into his arm, drawing a hiss from his lips and a sample of blood from his veins, though he didn't know why they needed that.

"Who are you? What are you doing to me?"

His voice rose, panic setting in, but the scientists, if that's what they were, only shook their heads at him.

"You've got to be still, otherwise this won't go as easily for you. Is there any history of illness in your family? You'd best tell us now."

Joseph shook his head.

"No... No... Hey!"

They did not discriminate against his sheath either, though the head of his cock already seemed to have filled it out. Joseph had no reasoning for it, yet he struggled even more as they measure his sack too, handling him as if he had no say in the matter, though Joseph would have said that he very much had a say in it.

But they handled him without any care or consent for his body, how he moved, what he wanted or didn't want them to do with him. Joseph's heart raced, sweating profusely, though everything happened as if in a dream.

He was a passive player, his consent not needed as the scientist closest, a different one, made a note on a clipboard.

"What are you doing to me?"

Joseph asked that time in a low tone. Maybe they would answer him, if only he appeared calm and reasonable. Little did he know how that would not work out in his favour.

"To make you...more wild."

The comment and answer were thrown out without any meaning attached to it, Joseph shifting uneasily. What did that even mean?

"I...am fine the way I am," he tried, nostrils quivering. "I don't need to be wilder, thank you... Look, let me go, no one has to know, it'll all be fine... But why do they want me to be wild? What do you mean by that?"

Maybe it was Joseph's curiosity that was too much for him there, but the outcome of it would all be the same regardless of anything else. He would be there, a wild horse under their control, even if he did not know it yet.

Funny how things in life had never worked out for him. He shifted his weight, the scientist's eyes meeting his over the top of his mask, which seemed to press down on the bridge of his nose uncomfortably.

"For your punishment, of course. Consider it a form of imprisonment, if you will."

He gulped, recoiling, though tried not to make it too visible as his palms sweated.

"I... Uh... What? I'm not..."

"Oh, but you are. You won't have your memory, of course, as a wild horse, but you'll still be a stallion. Just of the four-legged, unthinking kind - not in the way that you're used to thinking, at least. You should be glad that there won't be any pain."

Joseph snorted, rolling his eyes, the whites showing, but he could barely catch his breath, chest heaving, white foam lathering his chest where the strain of everything was too much for him.

Wild.

Feral.

Unthinking.

Their words washed over him, though he could not stop his fear, even as he watched their lips move, not registering the words behind them.

"Transformed into a wild stallion."

No... No... That could not be, his head turning back and forth, seeing all the high-tech equipment around him, something that should have been impossible a horrific reality. He snorted and heaved and strained against his bonds, but all held fast, locking him down and in place, limbs aching, pulling and fighting, grunting with the strain of it all.

"Sedate him!"

They didn't have to grapple with him as the mechanical arm of a machine, set already with a needle and loaded syringe, jabbed into his arm. The drug was enough to calm him a little, though he still muttered and mumbled, incoherent gibberish rolling from his lips, muscles twitching.

"Not...horse... Better than that... Not wild... Anthro... Not my fault..."

They didn't pay much attention to him, the horse calmed but not out for the count, aware of everything around him, even as panic fluttered in his chest. Yet the drug kept him restrained in more ways than one, a beast locked in a cage of the mind from which there was no escape.

But he felt everything, every breath raking down his windpipe, the pull of air in his chest, how his blood throbbed through his veins, pump after pump of his heart sending it there. Joseph whickered anxiously, turning his head back and forth, over and over again, though even that movement felt dull and slow and sluggish as if he was wading his way through quicksand. Yet if that was what was holding him back, then he was well and lost, panting, heaving, snorting and grunting at those that held him back.

"He needs a stronger drug than that for his size..."

"It won't matter soon. Here, look, horse - this is your fate now, you can't escape it. So, why don't you work with us and this will go a whole lot more nicely for you?"

It was an offer, though perhaps not a kind one when it came down to it, Joseph's lips moving frantically, heart pounding, his tail clamped down as if that would protect him at all.

"Please!" He all but shouted, though he did not have the strength in his lungs to make himself known and heard as he wanted to. "Don't do it! I don't want to be a feral horse! I'm an anthro! We're intelligent - not animals like them! There's... There's got to be something else I can do! This is cruel! Fuck you, fuck all of you!"

He spat and cursed, slurring his words, eyes wide and strained, practically bulging out of his skull. But he had to say something, anything, to implore them not to let him go, not to let him fall, to become less than the stallion that he was, who he was.

It couldn't be real... But everything had to be, metal glinting, a laboratory of sorts, yet the likes of which he had never seen before.

It was then that Joseph saw the true horror of the tyrant mayor's stronghold, all that he could do, all that he would do, even though he had tried, with his force, to take him down. Their failure would therein prove to be their ultimate downfall.

His breathing caught, chest dragging at breath that just would not come.

"Please...don't..." He heaved. "Don't... I don't want...to lose...my memory..."

"Oh, that'll be no bother - you won't even remember! You'll be a wonderful stallion, a non-anthro, like where your kind came from before. Isn't that something to be looked forward to?"

"It's not like you'll even remember your memories, I mean, you won't know any different."

Their words, whether they were meant to comfort or humiliate him, didn't have the desired effect, his chest heaving, panting, whimpering, snorting.

Out, out, out. He had to get out, straining at his bonds, but they only chuckled and rolled their eyes, holding up a chart of different horse colours before him.

"Now, choose a colour you like, that'll take your mind off things. How about a lovely palomino?"

"Oh, wasn't that Roy's horse in the movies?"

But Joseph didn't care one bit about some fictional horse that had been in a movie or not, bellowing and heaving, tail trying to thrash from where it was pinned under his rump.

"No! No, that's not right - I don't want this, I don't want any of this shit! Who are you people? You're fucking insane, the lot of you!"

His tongue slipped more and more, but there was no limit to what curses and swears could be had at such a point in someone's life, a turning point from which there was simply no going back from. The chart was only shoved in closer to his face, however, as he grunted, pleaded, cursed them out to hell and back again, panic snarling in the pit of his gut.

"Come on, it's not that bad, you'll be beautiful as a feral stallion, we'll make sure of it."

"No... No..." No, it was real, all too real, his voice cracking, breaking, a sob ripping its way through against Joseph's will. "I don't want... I've not had a life yet, don't want to just...disappear... No, I can't, I won't, I want to have children, to have a family... You can't do this to me!"

Oh, but they could and they would as a scientist fondled his penis, forced out of his sheath fully by the drugs, though he could not help but look down his body in horror at how it hardened. God, they would think that he actually wanted it if his dick was getting hard like that! Another needle jabbed into the side of his neck and he swore, fingers balling up into fists and relaxing, repeatedly.

"Fuck... No... Let me go!"

"If you stopped whining, horsey, maybe all of this would be over more quickly for you, hm?"

It was a male fox writing something, something strange, on his shaft, though he could not crane his head quite enough to see what it was, grunting and snorting, twisting his head back and forth.

"Besides, you getting to cum is a reward, from our king," the fox told him, though it did not feel like much of a reward at all. "You can cum once...as an anthro, before we change you, that is. It's worthless seed anyway, but something in you impressed him, allowing you this one grace. You should be honoured."

But he was not honoured, grunting and twisting, veins standing out as he fought with all his might, bonds holding fast. He would not do it! He couldn't cum! Not as his whole body trembled with need, pushed closer and closer to the edge, no... Joseph groaned, eyes half-closing, straining to bear through the worst of the pulses. No... No... No more...

"Think of what colour you could have, pony." The fox's voice taunted him, eyes wicked with that sly edge that foxes like him were so well known for. "You could be a dun or a lovely shiny black... I hear that's all the rage with mares these days. Well, the other test subjects that have gone ahead of you, that is, for transformations. They won't remember their old lives either when you mount them. But what about a lovely perlino? Oh, what a colour - just like a unicorn!"

The scientist stepped back with a flourish and, even with the mask in place, Joseph knew that he was smirking, a truly wicked look in his eyes. He didn't have to be able to see his lips for the entirety of his expression to be conveyed only in what could be seen, the horse gaping, spluttering, words trapped in his throat while the horror around him rolled on.

It was like being on a ride at an amusement park as a colt, years back, but he wasn't able to get off as the monsters appeared and the jump scares kept right on coming.

"Nooo!"

"A pretty unicorn for a gorgeous mare, you'll be the stud of the herd!"

"Oh, quit taunting him, you know he's not going to remember any of this."

"That, my dear, is exactly why I'm doing it."

The tyrant's influence, it seemed, reached further than his immediate circle, it seemed, his position of power giving liberty to those around him to abuse and use, not necessarily in that order. He could control and he could take what he wanted, even as Joseph wondered at that they had fallen, injection points marked all over his body but most notably his cock, which had the most of them all, even his nuts and sheath too.

Everything happened as if in slow-motion, the gleam of light glancing off the mechanical arms and syringes taking his breath away, panting, groaning, the pain of being held in place as he was cutting through him viciously. The scientists did not need to apply the injections themselves, there to observe, to ensure that all went off without a hitch, to make notes, his audience there to take everything in and pass on what they had learned to their next victim - or subject, as they put it.

And the next one.

And the next one.

Would there ever be an end to it?

They wouldn't know until that point came but Joseph, well... There was only so much that a bound and trapped horse like him could do, chest heaving, snorting wildly, struggling, twisting, writhing. He was nothing to them other than a passing fancy, needles driving into him from all sides, injecting his thighs, his hips, the meat of his stomach beyond his abdominals. There were so many sharp jabs of pain all over that they all seemed to blur into one, Joseph's fingers twitching, body aching, his pleading turning to grunts that didn't contain any words.

He heaved, retching, yet nothing came up, the table that he was lying on seeming to drop away from him as it separated into sections, leaving enough to support his body but noticeably leaving his backside exposed. Of course, that could only be deliberate as something hard and unyielding pressed up to his arse, demanding entry, no matter how hard he clamped down against the fear of it. Yet one of the many, many injections that he was given, shooting potions and nanobots into his body, had to contain a muscle relaxant, which was enough for them to shove the dildo, controlled by yet another mechanical arm, into his arse.

He screamed, though it sounded wilder, more feral, all in a way that sent a chill like no other down his spine. Joseph heaved and groaned and twisted, the dildo vibrating, metal glistening all around him, cock hard and throbbing, a tell-tale gleam of pre-cum glistening at the tip. Yet he was not enjoying it, not in the slightest, not with that hard, invading length under his tail, forcing him to strain around it. Whereas his muscles had relaxed against his will, that did not mean that they were relaxed enough for him to take it easily, the base pressing up over the ring of his tail hole, the sensitive flesh there.

"Unff... Nooo... Fffuuckkk..."

Words did not come easily, slurring, tongue tangling around them in his mouth even as Joseph strove so very desperately to send them forth. Something, anything, he had to say something.

"Good boy..." The scientist patted his head, not the fox, someone else, a man. "Once you cum, you'll forget everything. Your life, how you came into this world. It'll all be easier for you then."

He paused, the vibrations in Joseph's arse ramping up, sending throb after throb through him, his back arching, incoherent curses spluttering from his lips. The scientist, faceless and unnamed, only grinned, the wickedness of that smile evident in his eyes.

"Cum. It'll all be better then. Just cum. Wouldn't it feel so much better to let all of this go? You'd never have to think again, to concern yourself with any of this world. It's a second chance for you, a new life, a new world. Cum and you can leave it all behind."

He thrashed, fighting him every step of the way, though he could not resist the pleasure, his body responding even as his mind howled. With the shaped dildo in his arse pressing down viciously on his prostate, pre-cum spilt messily from the head of his cock, drooling down the length even as it flexed, Joseph's abdominals contracting without the stallion even being aware of it. There were simply so many contractions in his whole body that he could barely hold fast through all of it, grunting, snorting, heaving, thrusting and grinding to no avail.

But no... No. He could not do that, had to hold back, had to remember who he was. And if that meant not getting off, well, he'd just have to not do it. Yet that was more than any creature, let alone a stallion who had always indulged his passions in that manner before, to do, as much as he struggled, the tightness under his tail astronomical, the long hairs swishing back and forth, striving to release tension. With the sections of the table that had fallen away to easily allow access to his most intimate of places, his tail could, at least, hang down, no longer trapped under his rump, though it was futile comfort under such circumstances.

"Let go."

Joseph groaned, his cock throbbing.

"It'll all be much better once you cum. Don't make this difficult on yourself."

His head swirled, cock drooling, pre-cum splattering everywhere. Yet the mess was no longer something that he had to concern himself with, not even as thick dollops drooled and slopped down his shaft in pearly strands, clinging and viscously slopping forth.

Never again.

"I don't..." With every ounce of strength in his body, drugs swirling through his system, Joseph fought to get the words out. "I don't...want this. No... I don't want to be mindless... Not just a horse, a feral horse. Please, no... Please, no, I don't...want it... Don't...do...this..."

He heaved for breath, forgetting to do so as he strained to forget everything, the pleasure spiralling out of control, tightening in his loins, nuts aching, churning, edging ever closer to that point of no return. But it was no use, like being pulled closer and closer to the edge of a waterfall, his body beyond his control, strapped down and yet feeling as if he was flying through space, ecstasy clawing at him. The jaws of a beast that he could not evade snapped shut around him, but the fluid that raced forth from him was the seed of life and not the life force pumping through his veins. His cock ached viciously, pleasure toeing the line of pain, his flare throbbing up thick and full, bulging, pre-cum bubbling forth as if it was already too late...

Oh!

No, not quite, teetering on the edge, his mind playing tricks on him, fighting, fading, drifting. He had to sink his fingers into reality, to hold onto it in some way, yet all he saw, staring down the length of his body, not even aware of the strain in his neck, how his muscles bulged, was the throbbing of his shaft. It stood up so tall and proud, flushed full of blood and aching vehemently. His body did not understand why he was holding back, only that that was a kind of torture too.

Didn't he want to give up on that torture? Did he need to hold onto it so closely anymore? Oh, he didn't know, his world fading as throb after throb of blood into his dick sent him further and further from the life he'd known. His arse clenched down, willingly that time, though Joseph would never understand how something could be willing and against one's will at that time. That, in fact, was something that the tyrant mayor would become ever better at manifesting as he grew to the status of king.

But Joseph would never know that. It was too late as he was flung into orgasm, his cock sending forth ribbons of cum, pearly strands twisting through the air, splattering, stronger than his throbs of pre-cum ever had been. And, oh, how he needed it, ecstasy taking over, raking through him as his aching nuts did all they could to send his cream forth, cock jerking, bouncing, splattering seed over his chest, his belly, even down his thighs.

Throb after throb of his cock pulsed through him and the willpower to hold back and fight it slipped away as he climaxed with a neigh that did not sound as if it had come from an anthro at all. He heaved and thrust and ground and tried to push into the hold of an imaginary partner, even if the dildo vibrating under his tail gave him all the pleasure that he could have needed in that regard.

Too much, oh so much, his fight fading, moaning luxuriously, expending every part of himself that he had to give, ever before. It strung out through him as his life faded, his recent memories going first, seeing his mother and father, losing them too, the feeling of someone's arms around him, how he had been loved, cared for, how good his life had been. Yet Joseph had never gotten to where he'd wanted to be in life, despite his work, so maybe it was a blessing in disguise that he would never again have to push himself to climb the career ladder in the special forces, no niche left for a dull, dumb horse like him to specialise in.

He panted heavily, sides heaving, yet he was still an anthro, his body as he'd remembered it, but it did not look like his any longer as he looked down at himself, no longer recognising his body. Blinking, shuddering through the stream of cum still pouring from his dick, he grunted, licking his lips, chewing, trembling in pleasure. Could he have more of that? He didn't have to think, not able to string words together into sentences anymore, but he wouldn't need to do that if things felt good.

Food. Water. Pleasure. Play. What more could a horse like him need?

No memories remained - well, at least not in a place that Joseph would ever again be able to access them on his own, his cock softening, falling prey to baser instincts. He was a dumb horse, after all, and the need to urinate did not stop him from doing so right then and there, though it felt strange to do so in such a position. He should have been standing, surely, but he had no shame, relieving his overfull bladder as it hissed from his soft cock, only hard enough to keep itself pushed from its sheath, plump with only a hint of blood.

There was no sense of who he was remaining as he grunted and whuffled softly, the muscles in his muzzle twitching. Where was he? Who were the people around him? Did they have food? Food was good. His stomach grumbled as he pricked his ears expectantly. Food was always a good thing and he was hungry. Did they have food?

"Excellent... Now..."

The fox scientist held up a card for Joseph to "read", but the stallion only reached for it with his lips, ears pricked curiously. What was that? Was it food?

"No, no... You can't do that. Do you remember who you are? If you can talk, say something out loud - a word, a sentence?"

The fox's voice sounded nice, but the words poured over him without any meaning attached to them at all, as if he was mumbling or simply talking gibberish. Joseph, however, liked the sound of his voice, listening with a horse's attentiveness as questions came and more cards were held up.

"Can you recognise this? What is it?"

"How many fingers am I holding up?"

"How old are you?"

"What do you remember?"

"Nod if you were part of the special forces."

"Hungry? Carrot?"

That last one, however, got his attention, one single word that had meaning to him as he threw his head up and down in "yes", wanting it, oh, yes, oh, yes! He wanted that carrot!

The scientist shook his head.

"Wonderful... He may be released now."

It was not people that released him, however, slipping clumsily from the table, for his legs no longer seemed to work as they were supposed to. Two legs? What were the little things on his front hooves? They wiggled... Joseph grunted, half-sitting, tail swishing, lipping at them curiously. Yet he did not have time to wonder at the changes in his body when there was so much else at play, growing larger and larger, not aware of what was happening to him.

Bigger... Stronger... He nickered nervously, but the changes taking place were beyond his control as he swelled, shoulders shifting, becoming large and powerful, his back lengthening. It felt more natural to be on all fours and those funny wiggling things pressed together, coming into the hard hooves that he'd expected.

He snorted, others giving him space and room, though it was good to feel his body like that, everything feeling as if it was being set to rights, contractions easing, coming back into the natural way of things. His backside rounded out, plumping up with flesh and muscle, layered nicely around his rump, tail becoming even longer than it had been and thicker again, as if it was pushing itself to a new purpose. But that was none of Joseph's concern as his coat colour faded too, becoming lighter and lighter and lighter until it was that beautiful, sultry perlino shade that had enraptured so many before.

Non-anthro horses, however, did not concern themselves with such things. Bar it being different, there was nothing there for Joseph to notice as his arms became forelegs, standing up as if on the tips of fingers that were not there, hocks placing themselves in a position better suited to a quadruped body. His neck arched forward, mane spilling more thickly down, both sides, and he nickered softly. His head was one place to experience few changes, bar becoming a little larger to balance the size of his new body, but that was the least of his changes.

He snorted, shaking himself off as his skin itched, withers rounding up into place. Almost complete, his stomach rounded down, losing his chest in more discreet pectorals between his forelegs and at the front of his chest, though it was no longer a feature of his body that would draw any eyes. No, everyone would look at him and see only a stallion, how fit he was, the right amount of muscle layering his body to give him power, his silvery-golden coat shimmering, changing shade through different lights.

"Transformation complete."

He blinked and swung his head back and forth, light on his hooves, though not knowing where he was. It didn't seem to be a bad place, however, and there were no predators around, so that was a good thing, an incredibly good thing. Grunting softly, he itched at a spot on his flank with his teeth, jerking his head back and forth in short, sharp motions to take care of that.

They led him off, took him to a stable that was cosy, though he would have rather been out in a field. Perhaps he would be turned out soon, though a horse like him had no concept of time, not in that sense. The rhythm of feedings, however, would soon come to imprint itself on his mind, showing him the pattern in life that the new docile stallion would ease into as if it had always been a part of him.

To him, that was exactly how it'd always been.

A week passed and he grew ever so slightly restless as he was turned out in a field on his own, able to see other horses but not get to them. He was not to be aware that that was standard practice in letting him settle into the stables and his new body, even if it felt like that had been the way that he'd lived his entire life with no changes at all.

They called him Starlight, so that was what he started answering to, nickering at the door to the stable hand who brought him his breakfast, his body quivering for attention, for company, for all the basic needs of a horse that he could not have said that he had ever honestly considered. Maybe the past him would have thought differently, but Starlight knew nothing else than the simple pleasures and the needs of a body that understood how to be quiet.

Anthro and human bothers no longer troubled Starlight. His mind, at least, was at peace.

Yet he knew something was different when they came for him one day, clipping a lead rope onto his nylon headcollar and leading him away from his regular field, away to one with trees at the crest of a hill and several mares there grazing peacefully.

He knew they were mares the moment he caught the scent of them on the wind, head shooting up, a massive beast at seventeen hands, whickering wantonly. His regular stable hand was a lad in his twenties, though he was scrawny and light, agile and wily, but he was still light enough to be pulled off the ground by even a little shake of the head like that.

"Whoa there!"

The stable hand laughed out loud, not fazed by Starlight, though he was a big stallion, he knew there was no harm in him. He just wanted to get out with the mares, his cock slipping from its sheath, soft but still bobbing wantonly back and forth as if he was seeking them out.

Nickering, Starlight nudged the stable hand urgently, as if the man did not know what he meant, what he wanted. The hand on his neck, smoothing down the glowing hairs, did not help as much as intended in calming him, soothing him, gently.

"There you go, boy, they need some entertainment too, you know..." The stable hand chuckled, even though the stallion tugging insistently, politely though, at the lead rope did not understand his words. "After their transformations... I suppose they all seem happy enough, but there ain't a lady in the world that don't like a good romp, I say."

Starlight didn't know about that, all he knew was the scent of mares. He could not remember having a mare before, of course, but he knew that he wanted them, to be near them, their sleek bodies shining in the sunshine, all five of them. He was strong and he was studly and he snorted, pawing at the ground, kicking up clods of earth even as the stable hand hastened to unclip his lead rope, just inside the gate.

"There you go, boy!"

Oh, and then he flew! There was nothing between him and the mares, driven by bestial need alone, a stallion strong and flat out in the heat of such power, a moment unlike any other. He snorted and trumpeted his presence in a whiny, the mares turning, circling, eyeing him up with a snort and a roll of their eyes as if they too were sizing him up.

But they were horses, even if they had been human at one time, or anthro-kind. It didn't matter who or what they had been, only what they were in the moment and no other. It did not take long at all for the first mare to swing her rump towards him, though she was not threatening to kick, spreading and bracing her hind legs to urinate, signalling her readiness with a rush of pheromones in her fluid.

Starlight wouldn't have wanted to stop himself as his head shot up, sucking in needy gulps of her scent as his lip curled up. Oh, she was beautiful, gorgeous, the only mare that he could have ever wanted - until he mounted the next, of course. The stallion's throbbing member had not receded and hardened up fully, bouncing and jerking up against his stomach as he stomped and made to mount her before her tail had even pushed to the side for him, his need was so great. She did not mind, snorting and rocking back against him to the extent that the flexibility of her hindquarters and hocks allowed, her dark eyes calm, though someone with more intelligence in their mind may have said that there was a sultry gleam in them.

But all that had been of their anthro natures or human mentality was gone, long gone, as his wildness drove him to thrust and thrust, his cock hard and wanton. He did not know how to aim properly, so a few thrusts slid over the mare's rump, leaving smears of creamy pre-cum behind, marking her dun coat. She would have to wait, however, bracing for him, letting him slide into her, her passage taking his cock as if it had been meant to be there.

I'm home.

_ _

Although Starlight did not know what that thought meant, a dim remnant of a world that no longer held any meaning to him, it felt right. Her passage softly closed around him, her hide warm to the touch, solid, deviously so.

The king had a way of matching up sexual partners like that, even if they were not the kind of partners that they might have, before, chosen for themselves. His shaft filled her perfectly as he ploughed into her tightness, though her body was designed to take a length like his, so there was no pain nor any strain to be had for either of them. He needed it and she snorted for him, bearing back, taking his weight over her back where he was a little too clumsy. But, for horses like them, that sort of thing didn't matter at all.

All that mattered was the passionate thrust of his cock slamming into her, Starlight nickering desperately, need pumping through him. His large balls swung back and forth as the others crowded around, the stallion only then realising, with what conscious mind he had left, that they were all in season. They backed up to him, even with the mare pinned under him snorting and baring her teeth at them to back away, their marehoods winking, folds of skin sensually tugging up and exposing trembling clitoris after clitoris. The nubs of flesh were not normally visible on feral mares like them (on very few of the female persuasion, in fact), but they winked on full show as he grunted and ground into the mare, thrusting in short, sharp, desperate ploughs of his hips.

He was a stud and he was power, sexual energy filling him, his skin trembling all over as if he was trying to shake off a fly that didn't know where it wanted to land, tail lashing the air. His hide bulged with muscle and Starlight snorted heavily, his cock aching, balls churning. Never had he felt them to be as heavy as they were, swinging with every thrust, ploughing into her again and again. She squealed under him and perhaps would have jigged a hoof in the air, but she had to stand fast, to balance, to take him as his rampant thrusts shook her entire body.

Starlight, however, was a breeding stallion in the prime of his life and stamina was not something that a horse like him held in any kind of high regard. No, all he needed to do was to breed, to pass down his genes, his bloodlines strong, potent, running through the herd. Every mare there was his, and he theirs too, his cock throbbing for them even as something tightened deep within.

It was there, with the sun shining down, that he released a load of cum into her passage, her velvety folds rippling around him, almost as if her body was pulling around him, trying to urge her stallion to milk his seed straight into her. The ropes of thick, virile stallion cream would not be stopped either way, ploughing deep, seeking out her innermost barrier, the point at which not even his shaft, thrusting in such a position, could reach. Past there, lay her womb and the eggs that would be released, ready for his sperm to match and bring forth new life.

She trembled under him and, tenderly, Starlight nuzzled her neck. The dun mare whickered to him, but she was not to stay there, not for much longer, not as the others crowded in, getting too close, disrupting them.

He dismounted from the dun with a grunt, his cock half-soft, but not all the way. The scent of mare fogged up his mind and his shaft quickly rose to full mast again, fully extended, throbbing, the pinnacle of equine masculinity in the best of ways. Starlight shook his head, mane flipping in a silvery gleam from one side of his neck to the other, his hide rippling with power, with raw energy.

There was another mare and then another, mounting the next more slowly, understanding better how to position his body. His shaft was ready for her as he slid up and over her back, gripping her lightly before the hips, even trying out a nibble of the back of her mane and withers that time, just to see what it was like. The hair tickled his lips, though it was not enough to distract him from the feel of his cock ploughing into her winking folds, how her pussy seemed to hug him, to want to draw him in closer.

All Starlight knew was pleasure, the need to keep thrusting into her, covering her, the black mare under him whickering her encouragement. Maybe she understood, in some feral way, why he was doing what he was doing, yet it was instinct that overruled everything. It was instinct that had her marehood tugging and pulling, pulsing still around his cock, milking his length without conscious thought, drawing him to want to thrust harder and faster, chasing that peak of release.

Orgasm was all that matter, the high, the bliss. He needed to seed the next generation, to pass his bloodlines on, to see his young grow up big and strong. There was nothing else, absolutely nothing, nothing at all, mindless, neighing, his cock swelling, the flare pointed deep inside her as he trembled on the edge of orgasm.

He held out longer that time, even if it did not feel like it, ejaculating inside her with a feral cry, whinnying shrilly. It did not matter to Starlight whether anyone was there watching him, though the mares had settled a little, even though they were in season. He was a horse, after all, and, as strong as his orgasm was, he was not capable of breeding them one after the other. Twice in a row was about his limit, for the moment.

He pulled out in a heady slop of cum, creamy fluid spilling forth. If he'd still had his mind, he would have marvelled at how much he filled her. The mare nickered to him and they bumped noses, sharing breath, snorting softly, grazing together, the others milling amongst him.

But he could not resist their need, cock barely receding into his sheath for a rest before it was needed again, the scent of their need in their pheromones in the air pulling at him. He could not resist and neither did he want to as a chestnut mare with a broad rump presented herself to him: the perfect spot to mount. She was a little on the smaller side, however, though neither cared if they both got what they wanted, her marehood winking, drawing his rampant breeding spire in towards the target of her sex.

He slid home in a securing thrust, driving deep, pounding in past the medial ring, overwhelmed with pleasure. Oh, how much it was needed, how he wanted it all! To breed and to mate, day in and day out... Could there be any better life for a stallion like him? He thrust and thrust, nibbling and nipping at her withers, the mare squealing at him and threatening to kick when he was a little too rough with her. But Starlight was still learning, backing off, thrusting wildly to fill her, just as she wanted him so very desperately to.

It was pleasure unlike any other to feel her velvety folds caressing his cock, the slickness of her heat inside, how much her body opened up around his rod. There was nothing to hold back for the two of them as sweat darkened her hide, lathering up into a light sweat, panting, flanks heaving, carnal and feral.

No one had to know that they had once been people, whether anthro or human, thinking, being, feeling. They were just animals in the passion of the moment, thrusting and humping, the stallion once again letting out a whinny of triumph as he spent himself inside her.

He bred the entire herd of mares that day, though was exhausted by the time dawn touched the sky again. Starlight had not even realised that he'd been left out at night for the first time, too caught up in passion to care, snorting and grazing, feeding and eating between breeding sessions. It was a good time to be alive, a good way to be alive, and the stallion was content with his lot in life.

Another week passed, though he felt quite as if he had always been a breeding stallion, always at the farm, away from the city, though not so far that people could not visit if they wanted to. He grazed with the mares, his cock sliding out as he scented the need of one, though only a couple remained in season, their bodies still telling them that they were not yet impregnated, that they needed the mounting bliss of a stallion to feel whole, to be fulfilled as mares.

His life... He remembered his parents. They'd been horses, meeting his sire over the fence, a mare nuzzling him, licking him awake when he'd been struggling to take his first, staggering steps. That had been his life, learning to walk, learning to run, running with the yearlings until he was brought to the farm to meet the mares, to be a breeding stallion.

What Starlight did not know, however, was that someone had control of the nanobots working to keep his mind under lock and key, a switch flipped somewhere else, opening his mind up to something else.

Wait...

_ _

A thought? Suddenly, words came to him, allowing him to string sentences together again. The nanomachines in his brain restored the anthro horse that he had been, yet he remained in the body of a feral one, returned to the stable, snorting and puffing, wheeling around.

Trapped!

_ _

And yet... He slowed his pacing, grunting, peering out the window. Yes, he was Joseph, Joseph still, but he was Starlight too. Something was calming about the familiarity of the stable, how it soothed him, stopping, choosing to eat, the slow grind of his teeth over hay easing the edges of everything.

A soul... He was one soul put in another body. They really had gone and done it. He should have been angrier with those against him than he was, but it was not as bad as it could have been. It felt right to be there in a horse's body, even if he had been a horse before - but a different kind of horse. He had to work through it, snorting and shaking his head, lipping at the edge of wood across the top of his stable door, but there were no number of vices that he could spend that would make it "wrong" to him.

He was settled. There was a freedom in it, a freedom that simply could not be denied. He was a horse, but he lived between a stable and a field, his life simplified from the chaos that, before, it had twisted between. He didn't have to go through the labour of wearing clothes, to make himself presentable, and he didn't have to hide the shame of relieving himself away. That had always been something, truly, that had confused him, the bodily functions that all humans and anthros went through, and yet something that had become shameful and secret over time.

It was different, however, as he was moved between the field and the stable, trying to "act normal", even if he was sure the stable hand realised there was something different in his step. They had a different kind of care for him, a gentle touch soothing him. He shivered. Just when had that kind touch on his neck or any part of his body come at any other time? As an anthro horse, Starlight, or Joseph, could not remember once being calmed or being soothed.

No... It was different. And a better kind of different. He was able to better appreciate how eating grass felt, the soothing, soft rhythm of chewing, grinding it up, releasing the sugars. He dug into it in a lush part of the paddock where he was with the mares, letting them show him where the best spots to graze were.

Dandelions. Clover. Willow. Things that had been commonplace to him before took on a new meaning as he eagerly moved them down his throat into his gut, savouring their essence. He could spread his hind legs, just a little, and relieve himself at will out in the field too, the stable hands ensuring that it was cleared, daily, of droppings. No one cared or even looked twice at him, free of anthro wiles and troubles, the kind of life that, in hindsight, had been far more restrictive than Starlight had realised.

Moreover, he could mate and take the mares as he willed - as if they would have had it any differently! Oh, they were so open about how they wanted him, backing up to him, wiggling their tails, the long fall of hair there so sensual. He learned to love them in a new way, nuzzling them, lipping at their rumps, tender and sweet until they squealed and demanded that throbbing shaft under his belly.

He had to fuck them, had to mount them, and giving in to that raw, bestial need was liberating, more so than he could have ever imagined. To thrust, to breed, to be exactly as he was with the mares with no limitations... Starlight had never known that such a thing could have existed, as an anthro, but it was not in his heart or soul to know that, to be fair to him.

Sometimes, one had to live through the moments of a throbbing shaft slipping softly from a mare's folds to realise what they had been missing in life, the raunchy simplicity of it, driven by animal instinct, the need to take and lust and have all that was needed. The thing was, his needs weren't as complicated at all as they used to be.

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Mating, above all else, came with a distinct lack of concern. And his heart soared for it.

The scientists that he remembered from before returned, a strange sight in the stables, and adjusted the nanobots inside him with another injection, adjusting him so that he could just about make human sounds. He grunted and worked his lips, though speech did not come in the same way.

"Answer yes or no. Can you understand me?"

"Yuh... Yuuussss. Yes."

That was about all he could get out, even as the fox scientist, with his comrades, stepped back, pleased with themselves.

"The king has accepted that your punishment has been just. You may now be transformed back and become a servant to the king."

His head swirled.

"But... What if I don't want that?"

That stopped them dead in their tracks. The words had come out jumbled and mumbled, slurred and rolling over one another, but the horse backing off, eyes wide and shaking his head like an anthro could not be mistaken for anything else.

"What? Explain what you mean, rebel."

"Don't... No want. No want. Like...this."

He hoped they understood, his heart pounding. It was better, better like that, casting his eyes desperately to the field, showing them without words what he needed. And all that was the life of a horse, nothing more than that.

"Less..." He pleaded. "No more anthro. Back to horse. Only stallion. Not...no anthro. Horse life. Want...horse. Only horse life."

"Are you saying that you want us to live like this?"

"Yes..." Starlight struggled to talk. "Like horse. Anthro brain. Both in one?"

He took a breath, working his throat, as much as it ached.

"Better to be horse," he said as loudly and as firmly as he could. "No limits. Don't care about clothes... Mate with mares. It is good. No more fight. No fighting."

The scientists exchanged a look, the fox who had been present for his original transformation stepping up, adjusting his tie.

"That request may not be granted," he said. "The king has been gracious to you already, this is completely unforeseen and -"

"No!"

Starlight snorted, pawing at the ground, worry twisting through him. He had to do something, had to make them see, in some way, that his life was better there, so much better! It was all he could do.

"I no need..." He tried to rush through the words, though he had to think about what he was saying with the lips and voice box of a non-anthro equine. "No need memory... No...thoughts...aware...awareness. All go. All...can go. No anthro... Not now."

He hoped they understood, licking and chewing anxiously, trying to make himself understood. Still, the scientists shook their heads at him.

"You'd really rather live the rest of your life as nothing more than a dumb horse?" They queried, though it was fair that they did not believe him, as it was a rather unusual request. "Nothing more than that? Not thinking? You'd do that, if you're left...like this?"

Starlight nodded and whinnied, pawing at the air. Yes, oh, yes, oh, yes! Yes, he would do anything for that! For he'd found a better life and was loathe to give it up once it had been his, within his hooves.

"So be it... If you think losing your intelligence instead of getting to breed mares is a fair trade, perhaps you did not have all that much intelligence to begin with."

It was not what was expected of the new horse, but allowing the request brought a close, in a way, to that chapter of Starlight's story. In his mind, he had two sets of memories, that which had been implanted there for the horse side and the anthro side, of course, that was real. Both sides felt as real to him as the grass he ran over, pounding his hooves over the turf, shouting to his mares with his tail flagged and held high, calling them to him. It was all he wanted, a better kind of life that made him feel like his place there, finally, was set.

They left, but, to his surprise, they returned a few days hence to inform him that the mayor had approved the request, though Starlight still found it odd that they called him "king", still. Yet that was not something that a horse had to concern himself with as he was led back to pasture, someone recording the event for the king. He didn't have to worry about that, not as he pushed over the back of his favourite black and white mare, a traditional paint from out west, though she nickered to him so fondly that it was quite as if they had been mates for a long time.

His shaft pointed directly at her, standing up firm and tall, begging for the heat of her marehood as he sank into her, spreading her folds sweetly. Their bodies were made for one another as he pushed in, her squeal driving him on, thrust after powerful thrust filling her, her rump pushed back at him, almost as if she was grinding in feral need. He wondered if she had her human or anthro mind in there, yet the only way for the two of them to communicate, as he had had the weak human speech stripped from him, back to a horse's noises, was through the traditional equine fashion.

And they did understand her as he filled her, stroke after stroke of his thick length burrowing deeply into her, lovingly. They were meant to be together as he was meant to be with, and to protect, the rest of the mares in the herd too. He had a duty to them, but, as they were domestic horses, there was a simplicity to that duty too, though it was not at all bad to take relief in that too.

Thrust after thrust filled her as she quivered under him, Starlight's lips caressing her withers, softly nuzzling at the back of her neck. It may have been raw but there was a tenderness between them too that was not to be denied, even as she grunted through her own kind of climax and he filled her sweetly with rope after rope of thick stallion seed. She had to have already been pregnant, but she still held herself steady and braced for him, tail lifted so wantonly that Starlight simply had not been able to resist her.

Thus was his life, able to mate for longer and longer, finding his old stamina again with the other mares, his mind intact and able to keep him going. It was strange, yet better for them to feel pleasure for longer, as much as their hocks, sometimes, strained to brace in such a position for so long. They loved it though, nuzzling up to him, begging for more when he was not breeding them, sometimes even turning their backsides to him just to show him the cream pie of their sexes, how his seed mixed with their sexual fluids to drool from their marehoods.

Eventually, however, he had to be trained, new facets of his life emerging, day by day, though to wear a saddle and bridle was easier when he knew the basics of what the aids meant. A brush of a boot on his flank meant to walk forward while the lifting of the reins, playing a warming, metal bit against the corners of his lips, meant that he was to slow down, to re-balance himself, to halt. It was a different set of rules to learn, as a horse, but it was all feasible, very much so with his anthro mind working at some capacity.

Those that trained him, of course, didn't know who he was, but it was for his benefactor, the tyrant king who had changed his life to ride him, to experience the parks of the city and the wilderness surrounding it too. He was spurred on, responding to more sensitive, sharpening aids, but he sidestepped from the crowds at the park, all coming out to see the king and his new steed, with a roll of his eyes.

Naked... Nude. But they didn't know he was nude and the shame fell away swiftly. A horse like him did not need to experience shame when there were so many more important things to experience in life, like the taste of sweet grass. Thus, it was that he willingly stretched out his neck and took the tyrant wherever it was that he wanted to go, treated fairly as long as he obeyed.

Maybe that minor obedience was a fair price to pay for the life that he had found after his transformation.

Who was, truly, to say what would come of the new king's rule, after all? All Starlight knew was that he was happy and, for a horse, that was more than enough.

He sighed, shaking his head while the reins went slack, his king speaker to an advisor, who was also on horseback. The gleam of intelligence in the other horse's eye told Starlight that they were one and the same. He hoped the other horse was happy too.

For him, he'd finally found his place in the world. Despite everything elsewhere, that was more than enough.

Continued in part three, the final part...