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[b][u][center]It Behooves Him

For Johnzaloog

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Hunter had been working on Nathan’s farm for a good three months now, and he was looking forward to the end of the week when summer would be over and he would be dragged off to college. The young man had nothing against the farm, of course, or against the farmer. He just was looking forward to going back to a bit lazier of a life.

He rubbed the back of his neck as he stood up from the hay bale that he had been piling up. Yeah, it was a bit on the ragged side, and yeah, it wasn’t the most neat of piles, but it was done well enough. The farmer should be happy enough.

Taking a step back, he rested the pitchfork against the standing pile, pulling out his canteen. It was a hotter day today, and he was pretty sure that it was only going to get hotter. He doused the back of his neck with some of his water and drank about a third of the rest before he capped it off again. There would be need for more of it as the day went on, and he didn’t want to screw himself over.

Grabbing the pitchfork again, he was about to get back to stacking things when he heard a sharp whistle from further down the road. He lifted his head, looking towards the barn.

“Hey!”

That was the farmer, Nathan. He could see the older man from there, saw that the gray-haired man was waving at him from the barn doors.

“Hey, get over here. We gotta talk.”

“Be right there!”

He stabbed the pitchfork into the ground without thinking, only to wince as soon as he did it. That was something that Nathan had asked him not to do, saying that it messed with the tines and made them dull over the course of the year. He picked it up, putting it back where it was supposed to be, and shook his head.

[i]Okay, do better about that. Better about that.[/i]

That was what he had been telling himself ever since he had started working on the farm three months ago. Everything was different to what you saw on TV, and Hunter didn’t know if he would have ever got the hang of it, no matter how long he stuck around.

Then again, he wasn’t going to stick around for much longer.

As he jogged down to the barn, he glanced towards the mares that were out to pasture. They were going to need to be pulled in later, and he imagined that they were going to be as cranky as ever. They were in heat, some of them in their last ones, and without a stallion on the farm to take care of that, they were as cantankerous as anything. He shook his head, forcing himself to keep walking along rather than thinking about that. Even though it would have been interesting to see a big, hung horse at some point.

He put that out of his head as he reached the barn doors. Nathan was leaning against the doorway, shaking his head.

“What’s up, Boss?” Hunter asked.

“It’s almost the end of your shift out here, ain’t it?”

“Yeah, pretty close. Just one more week.”

“Yeah...Well...I gotta say, it’s been great of you to try and help.”

“I did my best, Boss.”

“Wasn’t enough, but I appreciate it.”

“That bad?”

“The farm’s going downhill, son. There’s not enough money to be made off a couple of cattle, and...well, you saw how the new horse-riding business was going.”

He had. Not well, to say the least, and not likely to improve, either. With only a bunch of mares, most of which were aging poorly, he doubted that there’d be much of a chance for Nathan to turn it around. He needed some young, and some colts would help out with some people coming by to pet them and play with them until they were old enough to ride, but there was no way in hell he’d ever be able to pay the studding fees.

Hunter sighed. He wished that there was something that he could do to help.

“Come in, son. We got a little more work to do.”

He nodded, stepped through -

“NNNGH!”

Only to have a sudden pain in the neck. He was pinned for a moment, held in place so that he couldn’t jump away, and even that was almost risked as he squirmed around for a few seconds. A needle pulled out of his neck, and he slapped one hand against the spot where it had rested.

“What the fuck?!”

“I’m sorry, son, but I need you to be more than a farmhand right now,” Nathan said, pulling the barn doors shut. “You’ll understand.”

Hunter ran for the doors, but the farmer must have been holding them shut on the other side. No matter how hard he slammed his fist against the wooden doors, they refused to budge. They were tightly shut.

“You bastard! Let me out! What the fuck did you do to me?”

There was no answer for the other side, and the stinging heat that was still in the side of his neck was starting to spread down into his chest. He groaned under his breath, still cupping his hand against the injection spot, trying to keep it from bleeding.

“What...what the hell…”

He was starting to feel lightheaded, dizzy. His balance was utterly shot, and he slumped down against the barn door, falling flat on his ass. He groaned under his breath, slowly bringing his hands up in front of him.

They...they weren’t looking so much like hands anymore.

His eyes widened as he looked at thickening fingers, as they started to grow wider, and then melt against the other digits. Hunter tried to wiggle his fingers, tried to keep them moving, but no matter what he did, they refused to budge once they touched the other fingers.

“Nnngh...what...what the…”

His words were slurring, coming together the wrong way, but it was worse than that. He tried to spread his fingers, but they wouldn’t even move together. They felt stiff, stiff and wrong, the way that one’s fingers would feel when the knuckles badly needed to crack. Yet, no matter how he pushed them, nothing. Not even a pop.

He felt the heat running down his arms, his spine, and into his head. Hunter rolled to the side, going to all fours despite his best efforts. His head rolled to the side, and then just kept rolling. His neck ached, then arched, then [i]stretched,[/i] leaving him hissing and groaning and -

Whinnying. He let out a whinny as his face cracked and stretched, pushing forward with his lips and nose at the very front.

“Wha...wha...what’s...happening…”

He could barely speak, his mouth unable to form the right shapes. Everything was wrong. Everything was changing.

As his head continued to warp, becoming something longer with a stiff muzzle that kept pulling further and further out, he could feel his ears running up the side of his head to the top. They were getting longer, too, flicking around as if they were trying to find something. His clothes felt tight around the rest of his body, his spine popping as his shirt felt like it was pressing down on his shoulders rather painfully.

“Nnngh…”

Groaning like that was the only sound besides horse neighs and whinnies that he could make. He tried to get up, but all fours was all he could manage. His arms were going spindly, but his chest was thickening out. The muscles that he had built up during his time at the farm were getting thicker, heavier, harder, and he could feel his shirt on the rip. Little tears were already forming, breaking in the sides and chest and shoulders, and further down -

He arched his back as he felt his hips suddenly burst outwards, his ass growing against the back of his pants, but the most uncomfortable part was down in his boots.

[i]Nnngh...my...my feet?[/i]

He could feel the tightness in his boots, but more, as he whipped his head down, he could see the bulges in the sides of his boots. The toes had already sagged down, leaving nothing, and he realized that his feet had pulled back and shrunken in before they started to widen out. He couldn’t wiggle his toes, he realized, and as he looked down at his hands again, he saw that his fingers had darkened, turning completely black. They were pulled together in a...in a hoof shape.

[i]Oh, no...oh, no…[/i]

Hunter tried to throw himself against the barn door again, but it was too little, too late. He bounced off it, stumbling on clumsy legs. His boots ripped open, showing that he was on the ball of his foot, his toes darkening into the rear hooves.

[i]Shit...shit…[/i]

As he wobbled around, barely keeping his balance on the new hooves he had, the rest of his clothes ripped off of him. He was too big for them, too thick in the shoulders and chest, too wide in the rump. Jeans, shirt, everything fell from him, leaving him completely exposed. His dick hung down for a moment, almost too small to see against his larger body, but even it was changing, growing outwards, getting flat at the tip rather than rounded, and he blushed as he felt his balls drop further than ever.

“Hey, if you can still hear me, don’t worry. You’ll have a good life. After all, you’ll be a stud. All you gotta do is keep all those mares pregnant, and...yeah, you’ll be taken care of. I promise.”

Hunter groaned. That wasn’t a fair trade. That wasn’t...that wasn’t…

Even as his changes firmed up, even as his hips filled out the rest of the way and his balance started to come back, he could feel something else going. As his cock got bigger, his thoughts got smaller. It was getting harder and harder to think of...of anything, really. He was a horse now, and horses…

Well, they didn’t have to do a lot of thinking.

Hunter’s mind faded away as he started to stiffen, smelling the mares out in the field. His cock throbbed, twitching and slapping against his belly as it became more fully horse, more equine, more [i]ready.[/i]

He had a job to do. And unlike the human Hunter, the horse Hunter’s job wasn’t even close to done.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: A human farmhand ends up getting used in the farmer’s scheme to make enough money to save his farm.

Tags: M/solo, transformation, human, horse, stallion, equine, feral, brain drain, breeder, stud, TF, human to feral, big balls, hooves,