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"I can't believe you're asking me to do this," I said in a huff.

My girlfriend, Mary Ann McAllister, put her foot down, which certainly drew my eye. Her jean shorts really flattered her wide ass. I never really understood what she saw in_me_. I was just an average looking guy with a business degree, and it wasn't like my advice had really helped her farm take off. I'd managed to raise her profit margin by about 5%, but it had already been growing by 4%.

Maybe chemistry wasn't about looks, or business acumen. Maybe she just liked me for who I was, like I did for her. But her buxom figure certainly didn't hurt!

"Look, Jim, if we're gonna make this work, we both need to put everything we've got into this ranch. You said it yourself, studding is the way to take this ranch to the next level. Well, I can't mail Trucker's sperm if I can't collect it, right?" She tugged her right ear absentmindedly near her gold earring.

She was right of course, despite her southern drawl that would normally have put me off a girl like her. It was amazing, really, that we'd even met, since she rarely goes to Starbucks. But I saw her there, cowboy hat and boots, trying to order a coffee and messing up badly. I stepped up to explain the different sizes, and point her to the black coffee without all the sugar and cream that I like. We sat down to talk and it ended up on business, and before I knew it she'd asked me out to talk about the numbers on her ranch, and we hit it off right there.

But the moment I'd really fallen for her was when she accepted me for who I really am. I've never met a girl for which my lycanthropy wasn't a deal breaker, but she'd grown up next to a competing ranch headed by Jack Derringer. When we were driving home on our second date, the cocky cowpoke nearly ran me off the road, speeding by too fast. My right wheel hit the grass and it blew out my tire, but I managed to keep us from spiraling into the ditch.

Panting, we heard a loud whoop_from the Ford Truck speeding off ahead of us, and Mary Ann wrinkled her brow, hit the dashboard and yelled, "Jack, you motherfuckin'_shift!"

My heart was still thumping from the near accident, but I still heard that word and winced. She wasn't calling him a "shit". "Shift" was a slur against lycanthropes. I'd planned to tell her on our third date, but hearing the hatred dripping in her voice, I knew I couldn't pretend any longer. I said, "Mary Ann - I'm...a lycanthrope, too..." I said bravely.

Her eyes widened, but instead of getting furious and demanding to be let out of the car like I expected, she dropped her jaw and said, "Shit, I didn't know! I - I didn't mean nothing by it, Jim. Jack's an ass, but it's not because he can turn into a horse. I swear I'm not a bigot!"

I smiled softly, "No, I get it, I really do. I meant to tell you next date, but - it's hard, you know."

Mary Ann nodded. Lycanthropes didn't have the best PR. Every once in a while a new lycanthrope couldn't control themselves on the full moon and hurt or killed someone. The fact that it was a medical condition didn't seem to keep most people from shunning "shifts". For the first time in my dating life, I'd told a girl, and she hadn't recoiled in fear or disgust. That's when I became hooked on Mary Ann.

Since then, we've been together for almost two years, and now I was harboring a second secret from the blonde bombshell - an engagement ring. It wasn't incredible, because my two-months salary was still pretty low, but the diamond sparkled in the right light. It was a pretty symbol of my love for Mary Ann. But would she accept it?

Something always seemed to be bothering my girlfriend. It turned out that that something was Jack. But at first I worried it was lycanthropy, and then I worried it was because of my... "little quirk". She was quite a traditional girl. When, before the first full moon we shared together, I told her I was also a werehorse, she groaned. I almost think she would have preferred I were a werewolf, despite the tendency to violent rages!

She'd said, "Just what I need - a_second_ stallion roaming around at night, sniffing after my mares. Do you know, he never apologized for that? He had the gall_to ask for a _stud fee!"

I shook my head. "You don't have to worry about that with me," I explained.

Mary Ann nodded in agreement. "You've got control of it, then?"

I gulped. "Pretty much. I can sometimes shift off-moon, and I don't lose myself anymore. But that's not why you don't have to worry..."

She blinked, clueless, until I added, "Ever since I was a kid, I've always only ever turned into...a girl horse." I looked away.

Mary Ann said, "Woah! A _were_filly! Is that normal?"

I shook my head. "The science of lycanthropy isn't well understood, but the doctors were surprised. They think it might be...uh, psychosomatic."

"Like - you want to be a girl?"

"No!" I gasped, feeling hot under the collar. "Well, I mean I don't think so. They think it's in my head though, and I could turn into a stallion if I had more control of my feelings or something."

Once again, Mary Ann took it all in stride, sighing, "Well, glad to know I don't have to keep you locked up all night to keep you off of my prized broodmares. Wish I could say the same for Jack!"

"He still sniffs after your mares?" I asked, incredulous.

Reluctantly, she gave the man more credit than that. "Not in the last five years. But I wouldn't put it past him, even just to sabotage my ranch. He knows I need the income from well-bred pedigrees. I might have paid him that stud fee last time if he'd bothered to turn into the same breed as the filly he covered, but of course rational thought wasn't first on Jack's mind."

"He was still unable to control it? I assume he's better now."

Mary Ann grinned, "Yes, but Jack's rational thought problem is a bit of a preexisting condition."

As light-hearted as she sometimes seemed, I could tell she was truly frustrated with her neighbor. Jack Derringer would make deals far and wide to undercut Mary Ann's prices, leading to bidding wars that surely made both ranches less profitable, but it seemed that Jack thought he had large enough coffers to outlast her and then pick up the pieces. The Derringers and McAllisters had been feuding for generations over the grazing lands adjacent to their property, with generations of sneaking cows and horses onto the federal lands without paying the grazing fees. But whenever A Derringer caught a McAllister shirking fees, or a McAllister caught a Derringer, they reported it to the Feds. You'd think the early deaths of Mary Ann's parents, leaving her the sole proprietor, and Jack's takeover of his own ranch's business would have let them put all the nastiness behind, but, according to Mary Ann, Jack just wouldn't let it go.

I even spoke to the man myself once, in private, presenting a plan for cordial competition, a way for our two ranches to work together to maximize profits for both of us, but he hadn't been interested. McAllister ranch would have to survive in spite of Jack Derringer.

Which was why she needed me. Not just for my business degree, at least not tonight. She needed me because her prize stallion, Trucker, wouldn't take to the phantom mare. The wooden structure was shaped vaguely like a mare's rump, with a soft collector in the right place for mounting draped in blankets smelling of horse. Despite Mary Ann's best efforts, she couldn't convince the dark brown stallion to 'do the deed', and the large thoroughbred's sperm could go for as much as three thousand dollars a sample!

"I'm not even sure I'll be of any help," I groaned, even knowing exactly where we were driving. The car's tempered windows kept enough moonlight from reaching me, but I could see the full moon ominously above. "I've never _tried_to be in season before. I don't even know why I turn into a girl!"

Mary Ann rubbed her sore ear and said, "It's worth a shot though. None of my fillies or mares are in heat, so they can't tease him. But even if you aren't, you can at least put up a show for him. Once we get that big ol' horse cock in the tube, he'll fuck it up right natural."

"Mary Ann..." I groaned. She loved to make me uncomfortable with her gutter language.

"Come on, Jim. You know we need the money. All my savings are nearly gone!"

Grumbling under my breath, I said, "I'm coming, aren't I?" But I crossed my arms in a huff.

The gravel road clattered as the car finally pulled a stop up at the McAllister's barn, and I caught a glimpse of Trucker. He was already out in the field with the phantom mare, grazing quietly completely ignoring the wooden mount. He was big - bigger than I'd ever managed, with a splotchy brown coat that glistened in the moonlight. A half-foot of black-and-pink mottled dick poked out of his sheath beneath him, white socks running up his legs to different heights. Quite a handsome stallion, which certainly led to the demand. Once I'd gotten the website set up, we just kept getting requests for the big boy's seed.

I sighed. "So what do I have to do?"

She repeated, "I'll lead you in next to the mount and grab his lead. He'll come from the back and side, with the phantom between you two, and you just gotta flag that tail, okay? Make him think you're ready. But when he tries to climb on board, he'll be aboard the wooden board. Easy peasy."

"Fine," I said, and I started to disrobe. Clothes didn't tend to stick around when you were about to gain 800 pounds. Mary Ann squeezed my hand and gave me a kiss, and then I stepped into the moonlight.

The reflected sunlight must interact with something on the surface of the moon, and scientists speculated whether there was some naturally occurring element or alien construction that was causing lycanthropy across the earth. Either way, a full moon kicked the sensation up to 11, and my skin started to itch and burn against my naked body. I crumpled quickly, trying to relax and bathe in the glow. It was always faster if you just got over with it. My face began to stretch out in front of me, my arms getting thinner and longer, my legs getting thicker.

I can't tell you how many times I'd pictured a big horse cock while shifting, in the hopes of overcoming my "quirk". Now was the first time in my life I was picturing a pussy - inflamed and winking. It felt wrong to give in to the most embarrassing part of my life, but it also felt strangely right. Whether that helped or not, I couldn't know, losing myself to the horse brain while the pain wracked my body. It was convenient, sometimes, to let the horse take over, especially while my rib cage cracked and expanded below me, curving out into a plump, round barrel. And this time, as always, my uninspiring human dick shrank away into a pink-skinned slit.

Mary Ann, of course, had seen me transform before. After all, we'd been dating for more than a year. Sure, I would usually try to stay inside during the full moon, but it happened once a month over two or three days, and sometimes I just...didn't get inside before the moon cast its sway over me. I even had my own special stall in her barn, with a T.V. to keep me company over the night, so that I wouldn't mess up the house. No worry of that out here with Trucker.

Standing on shaky legs, I realized that this time, I was a pinto, about 12 hands high and 900 pounds. That was a lot of weight to gain in just a few seconds. I shook off my mane. I was a horse - I'd gotten over my pony phase after puberty, but I could never manage more than a saddle horse. I sounded big, but Trucker was a full 1400 pound thoroughbred, three hands taller and half again as big. As a kid, I'd dreamed of being able to assume his kind of size and stature as a male, but I was destined to turn into attractive, little fillies. This time, my caramel coat was covered in large, white spots over my belly, chest, and rump, with white socks and face. Flicking my tail at a passing horsefly, I glanced over at Mary Ann.

"You under control?" she asked, cautiously.

"Yes," I replied, forming words carefully. My mouth wasn't really made for these kinds of sounds, so it took a lot of concentration and years of practice to be able to speak in shift. But I could say what I needed to.

Gently, my girlfriend hiked my tail, clicking her tongue approvingly. "Looks like you got 'in season' down, Jim."

"Greaaaat," I said, the sarcasm not completely obvious until I added in the exaggerated eye roll. "Now what?"

Mary Ann paused, glancing over at Trucker. She started to walk over to him, fiddling with her earring nervously. "I'll go in and grab his reins. You just gotta line yourself up with the phantom mare and hike that tail, okay? Normally I'd restrain a filly a little, but I'll let you in there free. Just be careful! The last thing we need is for Trucker to get injured!"

And so I walked through the open gate, taking care to kick it closed behind me, backing up and imagining the_beep, beep_ of a construction vehicle, until I was side-by-side with the mount. It was set up near the north of the field next to other breeding aids. Ropes and metal and wooden contraptions. At least I wouldn't need to be involved in that. Still, looking over my shoulder at the tiny Mary Ann holding Trucker's lead, I felt suddenly very exposed. With a grunt I squeezed my ass up against the phantom mare, and called back, "Ready."

Mary Ann was careful to lead Trucker over from the right side, keeping the wooden rump between me and him. Even so, I stamped my feet nervously. "You've got a good hold of him?"

"Yes sir. Don't worry your pretty, little face over it." Standing in the way, she lead the stallion just close enough to stretch his neck around the rear end of the phantom, and said, "Now flag."

I was just doing Mary Ann a favor, and I knew it was to help the ranch, but still it was difficult to tease a real life stallion like this. Biting my lip, I flattened my ears and lifted my tail out of the way, wishing my girlfriend couldn't quite so easily see my emasculation. But without the tail, there was nothing to keep her or Trucker from full access to this mare's "wares".

"Ow! Hey!" I whinnied, a clamp of strong teeth nipping my flank. Without even thinking, I kicked, and I nearly took Mary Ann's head off.

"Woah, Jim!" she shrieked, leaping back. "You said you had that under control."

"I didn't know he was going to _bite_me!"

She just shook her head exasperatedly. "It's equine courtship. I'd have thought you'd know this by now."

"Just because I'm a werehorse doesn't mean I'm intimately aware of mating rituals!"

I could feel his warm breath over my rear end, and he was snuffling and snorting loudly. Mary Ann said, "It's working. He's finally coming out of his sheath!"

He nipped again, but this time I was ready for it. "The sooner the better," I grunted, my rear legs twitching.

And then I relieved myself. Right there, right then, right in front of Mary Ann. I didn't know what was happening. When you gotta go, you gotta go? I hunched down and let loose a stream of steaming urine, which didn't seem to startle Trucker or Mary Ann. "Uh...sorry," I stammered.

But my girlfriend just said, "I thought you didn't know how horses flirt!"

Blinking, I said over my shoulder, "I... uh, didn't," to her laughter.

"Alright, he's going up!" Mary Ann said, excited, as Trucker leaped up. I guess I smelled just right to him. But it wasn't the phantom mare he wanted. He leapt for me instead, pushing Mary Ann to the side in his eagerness. I skittered away, keeping to the side of the mount, and Trucker ended up half-grabbing the phantom but missing me completely. I had my head up, ears swivelled toward the big stallion, my heart pounding, but Trucker didn't try to follow. Instead, confused, he hopped off the unwanted structure.

Mary Ann groaned. "Just a second more, Trucker, and I could get that big dick of yours in the AV. You're so close, big boy!"

"What now?" I asked, nickering.

We tried twice more, but each time he wasn't satisfied with blanket-covered wood, even after Mary Ann covered my rump in similar blankets. He knew what he wanted, and he wanted me. "I'm sorry," I said again.

Mary Ann grumbled, scratching her forearms with both hands. "Well, there's nothing for it. If you were a real filly I could risk something that'd work, but I can't ask you to do that."

"Do what?" I asked, mincing my hooves.

With a grimace, Mary Ann reached under the wooden structure and produced what looked like a bazooka, before I realized it was a hand-held artificial vagina. Nickering softly, I said, "You wouldn't need that if he mounted the phantom."

"No," she agreed.

"So he would need to mount..."

Mary Ann nodded glumly. "I'd collect him off to the side, but you know I can't take a risk with you."

I gulped. We really needed Trucker to perform if we were going to save the ranch, and I couldn't exactly propose to her after I refused to put it all on the line. "I'll do it. I trust you to keep him off me."

Mary Ann dropped her jaw. "You will?_But it's not _you I'm worried about. With you kicking all over the place, I'm worried your instincts would get the best of you and you might injure Trucker."

"Oh," I said, confused.

She continued, "If you weren't my boyfriend, I'd just put you in the stocks to prevent kicking for his safety. You're definitely not in any risk - I can promise that!"

I couldn't lie and say there was no chance I'd kick. I mean, I'd already done so. Taking a deep breath, I said, "Show me the stocks."

The set up was just to the right of the phantom mare, and I nervously agreed to it. She described the bindings even as she started to hook them up to me, beginning with a blanket on my back, followed by a neck protector. This hard leather covered the back of my neck about halfway up, with a ring on each side and latigo strap to tighten along my belly. Mary Ann tightened this to me pretty well so it couldn't twist or turn, but then she also affixed an additional forty-five degree rope to each side ring, pulling them taut to two metal rings on the ground.

"Is that really necessary?" I asked, squirming unsuccessfully back and forth. I could only take a step forward or backward - more than an inch sideways and one of the two ropes went taut.

"Trucker can get a little nippy," Mary Ann explained unhelpfully. I hadn't been talking about the neck covering...

She continued unabated, grabbing my right foreleg. "Sorry, Jim, but I've got to tie this up. With both fores on the ground you can get a much nastier kick." I nodded slowly. The last thing either of us needed was for me to ruin everything by reflexively injuring the prize stallion. She wrapped a soft cloth just past my elbow in tight circles around my lower leg, then circled around it with thick rope, until I was wobbling on three legs. I had to admit, trying to kick with just the one leg seemed truly impossible now, but it was pretty uncomfortable. My bound leg also quivered in the air, missing something.

Mary Ann said, "Oh, I see," putting her hand on her chin. "Your leg needs a bit more support, so I guess we'll have to do this the old fashioned way."

What that entailed was wrapping my long, white tail up in bandages with a metal ring, and tightening a rope from tail to foreleg, my tail pulling on my hoof pulling on my tail. "Uh..." I said, softly, realizing that this method appeared to be more about roping my tail off to the side than stabilizing my hoof! Now the fluffy appendage was tied off to the right, leaving me wide open.

But my girlfriend just ignored my uncertainty, and I trusted her experience with teasing. Even so, I whinnied when she lifted a hind foot and set it down next to one of those metal hooks, tying my ankles to the ring. "What's that for?"

Mary Ann said, "We don't want any chance you might kick him, so I'm hobbling your hinds, too."

I shook my head. "You don't need to - I can barely stay standing as is!"

But she was already attaching a newly procured spreader bar to my back right hoof, tying my left hoof several feet to the left until I was practically spread eagle. With my hind hooves tied to the bar and latched to the metal plates, I couldn't move my back legs at all. My tail and right leg were playing tug of war, my barrel was tied tight so that I couldn't move left or right, and my one untied leg was trembling to hold the rest of me up. "This seems like too much," I said again, glancing back at Mary Ann, my head and neck the only thing I could still move.

She shook her head. "Better safe than sorry. He's a big boy and as far as he knows he'll be breeding you. This way he'll be safe in case you retaliate. Oh, and you'll be safer, too."

She walked around to the front of me, taking my large head in her hands. "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. Anything to save the ranch, right?"

"Anything to save the ranch," I agreed. I was too busy looking at her to realize she was looping a halter over my snout. "H-hey!"

But even before I could finish my interjection, she was stuffing a metal bit into my open mouth and tightening the straps. She said, "This'll keep you from biting him."

"Burrr mehhhhh nieeee," I gasped, trying to form words around the large metal cylinder between my teeth. But the curvy cowgirl was already running my lead up around a nearby hoist, the wooden pillar just the right height and off to the side so that she hiked my head up and to the side, twisted awkwardly to the right. Now I was really off balance, and completely unstable. "Nnyeeargh!" I protested, squirming in the tight bonds.

"Looks firm," she said approvingly, when I couldn't move at all. I just wish she'd asked me before_cutting off my ability to speak! For a moment, I contemplated trying to shift back, despite the full moon. I'd done it once before, but it took a _lot of willpower. Still, these bonds would simply fall away as I shrank down. But I'd save that for a last resort. Mary Ann knew what she was doing, and she thought it was safest if I was bound up completely, spread eagle to tease the big stallion. "You ready?" she asked.

Reluctantly, I nodded my head, still able to twist ever so slightly in the restrained halter.

Mary Ann grabbed the vagina bazooka in one hand, hefting it up onto my back, and grabbed Trucker's lead with the other. He'd been watching with obvious interest, but tied up he couldn't approach until now. Nose low and snuffling, he crept up behind the tempting pinto saddle horse, never knowing that she was me, the guy who'd fed Trucker an apple just yesterday. Well, now he wanted my cherry.

Mary Ann let the lead drop, grabbing for the A.V. She held the device to my left flank, pushing her body weight against it as she prepared to catch Trucker's dick, if he moved on me. And move on me he did, the spicy scent of filly in heat much more appealing than the carpentry project to my left. "Here he comes," Mary Ann said, steeling herself.

And finally, finally, the big, dumb stallion mounted. I could only watch with one eye, my head twisted to see the massive brown thoroughbred leap onto my back, his slapping cock bouncing up and down as it quested for my bare, defenseless teardrop. His huge weight sank down on me and my knees wobbled to maintain his bulk. After all, he was 500 pounds heavier than me! Hard, solid hooves curled around my hips and dug into my thighs, Trucker fully expecting at any moment to sink his huge horse cock into my lovely, sweet-scented slit.

But what he didn't realize was that my goal was wide open, but I had a goalie, ready to intercept. He swung his cock up, searching for the soft divot that would announce my horse pussy, but instead, he landed on Mary Ann's hand. Suddenly, she tugged his black-and-pink dick to the side, pressing that big, flat tip against the soft cloth folds of the Artificial Vagina. I gritted my teeth, still shaking to keep his massive weight up, but it was all going to plan.

Until...

"Oh, fuck!" she yelped, Trucker repositioning and shoving himself forward suddenly. His cock slipped from her hand, and his left hoof struck the A.V. itself, sending it clattering to the ground. "Hold up, Trucker," she gasped, kneeling down to pick the device back up.

Of course Trucker didn't wait, and there was nothing I could do shy of trying to transform back to stop him. My eye went wide, but I didn't have any time to react before the horny stallion slapped his cock back up, his new position just perfect to line that fat head against my crease. I gasped her name, "Mmmwy Nnnn!"

But by the time she looked up, it was already too late to stop the huge stud from pumping his massive hips forward. With my legs on the spreader bar and my tail tied off by my foreleg, I could only watch in horror as his cock met me, pressed against me, and then buried inside me, the momentum of a 1400 pound racehorse behind him. My wet pussy folded immediately, only putting up resistance when he finally did meet my cherry. But a little pinto saddle horse like myself was nothing compared to Trucker, and he popped right through it, shuddering to a halt three feet deep, four inches of shaft still outside of me. I could barely process what was happening, my eyes rolling around in my head as I whinnied in shock, pain, and humiliation. This wasn't supposed to happen!

Mary Ann stood, abandoning the device and clapping her hands to her mouth. "Oh, shit! Jim!"

"Gdddd mmmm offffff!" I neighed through the bit. Now I wished I could kick him! I hadn't fully considered how much bigger he was than me, because this wasn't supposed to happen, but now that he was thrusting inside of me, I could only whine and groan as he pressed my small, untried tunnel 4 inches wide, and a half-inch wider at his medial ring.

"Don't worry, I've got this," Mary Ann gasped, but she glanced around like she was looking for inspiration.

I clenched my eyes shut, legs trembling as my front left did all the work pushing back and balancing, and for a moment, I almost tried my hardest to shift back. Thank god I realized what would happen if I tried. The bonds around me would fall away as I shrank, but with Trucker's throbbing, fat cock in me, I would get seriously injured, if not killed, and it wouldn't be so pleasant for the stallion either! Squirming and kicking against my hobbles, my only hope was Mary Ann.

"Hold on!" she said, running around the phantom steed to grab something I couldn't see.

As if I had much choice. Bound up as I was, I was no danger to Trucker. I could barely move as the stallion began to pump his hips back and forth, his too too big cock splitting me apart. At least the spreader bar had my legs set wide, but Trucker still slammed against my smaller rump, his hooves digging into my twin teats. It was all I could do to remain standing, my one front leg trembling with the effort, my head twisted to the side and off balance. All I could do was watch the contented thoroughbred pounding me, every inch of his three-foot dick grinding firmly against my aching tunnel.

Mary Ann said, "Got it!"

As Trucker worked his way deeper, he pushed himself further forward, his long, lithe race horse body covering me completely. Which is why the neck guard did barely anything. His belly rested in the curve of my back, his head just above mine with plenty of room for him to maneuver, and so he did. I tossed my head, tugging on the ropes, but I couldn't get away as the horny male clamped his wide, flat teeth on the back of my mane, just above the leather guard. He tugged and clamped down and it_hurt_, tugging on my mane and skin in order to get a little more thrust. He needed it, because the force to wedge the very base of his five-inch-wide cock into my little pussy was intense. I squealed and squirmed, reflexively kicking again and again, to no avail. My hooves were bound tight to the ground. "Hrrrreigh Uuuuuuut!" I neighed.

Mary Ann did finally appear, holding a pole used to safely lead a stallion by the head. But she could barely reach the stallion's halter, and the clip was stuck. "Just a second - I'll get it clipped on soon..."

That's when I realized she might not make it in time. I was stuffed completely full of black-and-pink stallion shaft, his medial ring rubbing my insides until I was quivering around him. His hard thrusts proved more than enough to wedge himself all the way in, his massive horse balls swinging up against my pinto-painted rump. He was really going to do it. He'd already violated me, and torn my aching hymen, but unless a miracle happened, he was going to go all the way and splatter my filly fallopians! At least when he was done I could just change back and try my best to forget this ever happened. In just three minutes, I'd gone from helpful boyfriend to whimpering broodmare. Mary Ann would never look at me the same way!

Trucker pulled his head away from Mary Ann's hands, letting go of my neck. His pace slowed considerably as he held himself inside me, taking his time, thank God! "Oh, you stubborn..." Mary Ann groaned, grabbing the pole and walking all the way around to get to the other side. The extra time was appreciated, because I certainly didn't want to go all the way with the randy race horse, but Trucker took the opportunity to nip my ears, and then my face. He was big enough to rub his head against mine, teeth clamping my defenseless, bound up head. He bit down _hard_on my ear, and I squealed again, grateful that the high pitched wail covered up the moans I'd been bellowing moments before as I felt him grind his flaring tip against my cervix.

Wait - flaring?

"Mmmww Nnnn, noooooow!" I shrieked through the metal bit.

But when I stared with my one eye down at Mary Ann, I saw her smile. She tossed the pole to the side and said, "Alright, Jack, let her have it."

My one eye widened, then frantically glanced back at Trucker. He looked just like the stallion I'd met before, didn't he? But a well-controlled lycanthrope could copy any animal, even during the full moon. It all made sense now - the stallion was reluctant because it was Jack, and Mary Ann didn't get the A.V. knocked out of her hands, she dropped it! I could hardly understand what was happening, especially on top of all the feelings coursing through my small, brown-and-white filly body. There was no denying it now, Jack was almost done with me, his slick horse cock gliding back and forth harder and harder until the head of his cock swelled up, locking up my insides with his tip pressed firmly against my pristine, little womb.

"Sorry, Jim, but you told me you'd do anything to save the ranch, right?" Mary Ann cooed, rubbing her right ear. "Well your position as boyfriend has been filled by Jack here, but we have openings in our breeding operation." With a glance up at the stallion formerly known as Trucker, Mary Ann said, "Told you I'd hold up my end of the bargain. Jack?"

But the stallion seemed single-mindedly focused on grunting and straining against me, his balls starting to tremble against me. "Mmmwww Nnnn, yrrrrr eeeyar..." I tried to say through the bit, wide eye staring as I watched her right ear, bright red now from picking at it. I'd thought it was an infected piercing, but now the angry red marks revealed two rows of teeth marks.

"What, Jim? Jack, talk to me."

As I watched, that small, pink ear started to grow and shift, growing up on Mary Ann's head. But tied up and gagged, I couldn't warn her about that, nor the person sneaking up behind her.

"Sure thing, darlin'," he said, wrapping his arms around the small, buxom cowgirl. I could only do my best to watch in horror, knowing that I was seconds away from getting a full load of horse cum. There were ways that either of them could prevent me from changing back, if they wanted to, and there was nothing to stop Trucker from knocking me up for real. I was completely at their mercy now, grunting and moaning as I waited for the inevitable.

She struggled, but her face was starting to change now, and she could barely utter out the words, "W-hat? W-hat's -appening..."

He spun her around now, to face him as she continued to transform for the first time in the moonlight. With a laugh, Jack explained, "You were a pretty good lay, but you didn't notice the little love bite I gave ya, did ya? Welcome to your new curse, McAllister."

"Y-you...you motherfucker!" She tried to push him away and run, but her legs were starting to change, hobbling her.

But he wasn't interested in Mary Ann at the moment. The man I'd only met once before, who'd laughed in my face, was laughing again as he grabbed my taut reins, yanking my head forward toward his face. "Won't be long now, little filly. You can feel him, bearing down on you, claiming you, Jim. I guess that name doesn't suit you anymore, eh, Jamie?" He ran his fingers down my neck, making my coat shiver like I was shooing a fly, tracing one of the many white splotches that covered my body. All I could do was stare up at Jack with fattened ears, grunting and bucking my hips as the enormous racehorse had his way with me. "Mnnnnooo," I whimpered through the bit.

Jack laughed, watching Trucker strain and groan, his balls slapping my thighs. "Any second now, and he's going to dump those huge nuts into your little foal factory. But you want that, don't you? You've always wanted to be a fat filly momma - Mary Ann told me everything. Well, this time, you'll get your wish, because I'm gonna honor Mary Ann's request and leave you in this sad sta - Oh, look, he's flagging!"

Jack's hands gripped the reins harder, yanking my head back so that one eye could stare, wide-eyed and rolling, as the moment finally happened. I knew as well as he did what it meant when a stallion hiked his tail. But with Jack holding my head so far back, it was trivial for Trucker to reach over and clamp down on my cheek, the lower teeth pulling the light-brown fur away from my jawbone only for the upper teeth to bite down and cinch together, squeezing and pulling with his stallion's strength. As he tugged back he slammed forward one last time, tail raised heigh, enormous cock smashed up against my cervix as if he wanted to pound that huge flare all the way in. Thank God he didn't, but even so I was spread five inches wide at the rump and four inches wide at the womb when the loud sploosh of bubbling cum rushed from his balls, down his throbbing shaft, out his swollen tip into the half-centimeter of space before my open, defenseless womb.

I whinnied and squealed, aching and in pain from every direction, particularly my cheek, but the way his fat cock rubbed and pounded against my clit was too much for me. Despite everything, the violation, the betrayal, the threat of being stuck like this forever - Mary Ann had set me up for this, and according to Jack, and planned to keep me trapped as a filly...forever? The engagement ring was hidden in a pocket in my discarded clothes by the car, a testament to how stupid and foolish I'd been to think that a woman like Mary Ann would ever be content with a wet blanket like me. I was so pathetic she'd turned to the one person in the world she hated more than anything! But despite those feelings overwhelming my humiliated horse head, my heat-swollen pinto pussy erupted around Trucker, squeezing and bucking up and down like a kid trying to get all the toothpaste out of a tube in three seconds.

He let go of my cheek to whinny triumphantly into the air, pumping and cumming, a river of cum flowing right up against my cervix before battering through the levies and pouring into my rapidly swelling womb. My legs ached from kicking and humping, the ropes fraying slightly where they rubbed my fur raw, my front leg wobbling wildly to keep me balanced. I was frothing at the mouth and trembling as Trucker bred me without mercy, humping twice more before my front leg gave out completely and I fell onto my front knees. The rope to my tail stretched taught as well, yanking it painfully, but the reins, tied to above me, kept my head lifted high, my neck almost straight up until I was stuck in a painful "u" shape, rump and head in roughly the same spot, but my chest flat to the ground. Now the cum poured straight down into my bulging womb, my whinnies barely audible beneath Trucker's loud, eager bellows.

When I opened my eyes, feeling a tug on my reins, I was startled to find another horse there - a pony, really, face to face with me for only a second before it stepped forward. It's nose rubbed against my cheek, while my nose reached all the way to its ears before I realized that she must be Mary Ann. Standing, she was only about as tall as I was kneeling, and Jack was tying our two halters together. I could see her wide, black eye just inches from me, one ear, and then the rest of her gray, spotted body, somewhat longer fur marking her as a Welsh Pony. While I was shuddering in the throes of my first breeding, Jack had helped the desperate woman out of her tight-fitting clothes and into a halter, and even now, he was lifting her leg and tying it up against her chest. Quick work, and not nearly as binding as my equipment, but enough.

I stared at Mary Ann, and the pony said, "I'm so sorry, Jim," trying to look away. But our eyes were just inches away from each other, so she had to close it entirely, sobbing.

Was I supposed to feel sorry for her? She was the reason I was in this mess! She'd taunted me, planned everything that Jack was doing to me, but now that it was happening to her she was sorry?

Jack finished tying Mary Ann's front right leg up, destabilizing the fresh-formed filly. He said, "You're going to make a good mother, Jamie - Trucker really likes you. But you, Mary Ann - we don't really have a lot of ponies on the farm. How far you've fallen - from the girl everyone in town wanted, to a disposable little pony. You should have stuck with Jim, dear. Look what I found in his pants..."

He held open the little box, showing Mary Ann the small, but sparkly engagement ring I'd been hiding for just the right moment. The moment had certainly passed, but still the gem took on a particular shine in the full moon. Mary Ann took one look at the ring, then back and me and whimpered, "You were gonna propose?" She had no idea how close I'd come. But she'd chosen Jack, and instead of a loving husband, she'd found the vicious rancher she'd always pegged him for.

I just looked away, emotions swirling - love, rage, regret, pity, and even lust, as Trucker grunted and stepped off my back, his huge cock dragging just a flood_of horse cum out with it until a waterfall painted my rump with a new source of white. My equine cunny _gaped open, wrecked for the first time in my life, but even as a gallon of cum gurgled warmly down my hind legs, I knew that twice again as much was sloshing around in my heavy belly. Trucker gave me a mean, parting nip on the rump, and then Jack was there, patting my ass just above the tail.

"Good work, girl. Maybe you'll have twins! Oh, and before you think about shifting back -"

I tossed my head, yanking Mary Ann slightly, realizing for only half a second that my chance to escape had just arrived, but Jack had been prepared for everything. My tail was still tied off to the side, giving him ample opportunity to procure an absurdly large plug. The dildo had to have been made_for a horse, because it was half-a-foot wide at the back. At least it was only about two feet long. Before I could think to shift back, especially in the light of the moon, Jack pressed the silicon flared tip against my messy cunt and squished it noisily all the way in, stretching me _even wider than before at the base. It sealed neatly inside me, stopping the thick flood of cum that had been gushing out of me, locking it all inside, while I grunted and neighed.

Now, if I tried to transform, the huge dildo would tear my rump apart. I was truly stuck.

Now Jack turned to Mary Ann. "I'd expected a donkey out of you. That's most people's first transformation." He ran a hand through the pony's mane. "Attractive, though. Next time, I might try my hoof at a Welsh."

"Jack, don't do this..." she whimpered, her typical spirit fading fast.

"No witty remark? No biting retort?" Jack laughed. "You ought to be grateful - I'm saving your farm, just like you asked. You wanted a merger, remember? You just expected to be a coequal partner. Well, this might not be the merging and partnering you expected..."

I watched, frozen and trembling, as Jack started to transform. He was so professional, like he'd done it a thousand times - and maybe he had. Even as his body started to change, he was taking off his clothes, kicking off his shoes just as his rear hooves appeared, stepping out of his pants with nearly human legs that landed on the ground bent and covered in coarse, grey fur. Dark grey hair sprouted along his neck as he stretched out, and suddenly, he was standing before Mary Ann, beside me, a grey-furred mammoth donkey. He was bigger than me which made him half-again as big as the Welsh pony that Mary Ann had become.

Mary Ann tried to pull away, which only yanked on my head before the straps went taut. She said, "You won't get away with this, Jack. People will ask questions, we'll escape, you'll be caught!" she neighed.

The 15 hand-high donkey jack (oh, I just got it) brayed his laughter. "That's almost exactly what your parents said when I took them and faked their deaths. Well, it's been twelve years - have I been caught yet?" He nipped her, walking around behind, snapping firmly on her face, her left ear, her flank, and then her rump.

She winced with each one, but the real pain was evident in her voice. "You took my parents?"

"The reunion will have to wait."

If what he said was true, he'd done the same thing to Mary Ann's mom and dad, trapped them as horses, not just for a while, but for twelve years. He wasn't going to let us go...not now, not after we gave birth, not ever. I whimpered through the bit, legs feeling weak and ears flattened. Mary Ann must have felt even worse, but she had other things to worry about...

Jack was sniffing up her hind leg, and desperate, the new pony kicked. But Jack saw it coming a mile away and dodged, saying, "This ain't my first time covering a filly, darlin'." She kicked again, and then again, her legs working over time, Jack darting in and out of range.

"Stop moving!" Mary Ann grumbled, panting.

She'd only tired herself out. But she tensed her muscles, ready to kick again. She never got the chance. As soon as Jack saw her relax, the enormous jack mounted her spotty grey rump, his enormous weight pinning her hind legs beneath her. She could only lift one leg at a time or risk collapsing, and though she tried to do some damage, he was so much longer than her that her hooves just glanced off him.

"Stop!" she squealed. "I'll sign the farm away. I'll give you everything. Just let me and my parents go!"

Hey - what about me? I thought, glaring at her.

Jack brayed right in her ear. "I've already got everything. Everything I want from you, except for one thing."

Mary Ann gulped. "N-name it, and I'll -"

He interrupted her, his large, donkey cock slapping at his belly. His head was lined up beside hers, with mine on the other side, so I could hear him whisper, harshly, "A_mule_."

Mary Ann's eyes went wide, first from the realization that there was no escape, knowing just what her nemesis wanted from her, then from Jack taking what he wanted. With a powerful thrust, the 1500 pound mammoth jack slammed right into the little Welsh pony with practiced ease. At his size, he would be easily as big between the legs as Trucker, so I just winced as Mary Ann dropped her jaw and squealed, her filly teardrop wrenched open into a lewd and straining 'O'.

"As tight as your mother," he grunted, satisfied, hammering into the tied up pony.

"No! Please..." she managed to gasp through ragged breaths as Jack Derringer finally won, after years of competition with the spirited cowgirl. She was the clear and obvious loser, but she'd never imagined what the contest would cost her. A price she'd been willing to have me pay, but now we were both paying out.

There was nothing protecting Mary Ann's neck, and Jack took full advantage, biting and tugging on her mane, leaving teeth marks in her nape, yanking hard with each thrust as he worked his huge cock into her little hole. I could just watch the terror in her wide eyes, moving my head whenever she tossed hers or she'd give me a pulled neck muscle. His powerful forelegs drove his sharp hooves into her thighs, the love nips and tight grip leaving her smooth, equine body with red scratches. The pain was nothing compared to her pussy getting shoved apart, bit by bit, until his huge cock finally sank all the way in, grinding up against her cervix. I could tell there was still four or five inches of him still stuck outside, greased and sliding back and forth as he humped again and again, big, donkey balls swinging back and forth.

"Jack..." she started, but realized the futility of pleading with the evil lycanthrope. She bit her lip, grunting and groaning, and even I could see that she'd started to push back against him, her hind legs, once wobbly with the effort of keeping her upright, now rocking her rump up and down, squeezing and working the length of Jack's cock. I wondered if Jack had been so rough and forceful when they'd apparently fucked behind my back - all to cover up his fateful ear bite.

Jack brayed his laughter full in her ear, and I shied away from the shrill sound, too. The massive, gray donkey was sweating, gripping the pony's hindquarters tightly, hammering her tight cunt, but that wasn't enough for him. He said, "A big, dumb mule for the pony - I'm starting to like it. At first I was hoping your little foal might be more helpful for my new farm, but I'm sure I can find a use for it. Oh! If it's a male, I can put it to stud for the two of you - get you nice and loose before a draft stallion takes a turn. You'd like that, wouldn't you, Mary Ann?"

If she could sob, she would be, I could tell that much from Mary Ann's expression, her head tilted up in the air, grunting with each thrust from the mammoth jack, ready and waiting to put a sterile hybrid mule in her. It'd be huge, too - at least I was a bit closer in size to Trucker. I'd never been especially proud, but the young woman...laid low, trapped as a pony and bred by a snorting, braying donkey. She bit her lip, and I knew she never expected it would end up this way. Jack didn't seem the type of guy to ever let us go, and if he really was still holding on to Mary Ann's parents, it was clear he knew how to keep a few talking shifters locked up for a decade.

With a sideways glance, the terrified former woman looked and me and whispered, "I'm so sorry, Jim."

Snorting, I looked away from her. Let_her suffer for her mistakes. _I was the innocent one, not_her_. So I only glimpsed it out of the corner of my eye when Jack inserted his head between the two of us, hee-hawing, "A bit late for that, cowpoke. Now you're only good for pony rides, and I ain't talking about birthday parties. Oh...Nnngh...Fuck!"

He taunted all the way to the last second, when he couldn't hold back, his tip flaring inside the small filly, smashing the gates. Jack's eyes rolled back in his head as he curled his upper lip, revealing flat but strong buck teeth. Teeth that he swung down to grab Mary Ann by the right ear once more before clamping down. Right as he came, dumping his large donkey nuts in the Welsh pony, he bit down and tore backward, taking a big chunk out of Mary Ann's ear and tearing her a new hole even as he hammered another. She whinnied and squealed in shock and pain, even as Jack spat the lump of flesh on the ground, bucked, and brayed in our ears, triumphantly cumming again and again in her neatly presented pussy. Trapped like me, there was nothing she could do but push back with her weak legs, trying to stay upright against the mammoth jack's onslaught, whinnying and whining as she felt the hot, bubbling cum spray into her tight tube, gushing out of his flared tip. She managed to keep her footing, barely, but still her wide barrel bloomed outward as her womb gulped every last gush of rich, donkey cum, the pressure building and building.

"Ohhhh, God!" Mary Ann groaned, feeling like she was about to explode. She didn't though - instead, the pressure grew so great that even with his fat, engorged cock blocking the way, his next vital splurt of cum ricocheted off her sloshing cavern, the thick fluid itself enough to wedge her aching pussy just enough wider around that flat tip to create a thin passageway. I could hear and see the high-pitched, wet _squelch_as a firehose of cum launched straight out of her lewdly stretched cunt, erupting in every direction to coat Jack's balls and underbelly, splatter their thighs, and splash on the ground in a wet, white ring.

Braying loudly again, the shifter squeezed out a few more spurts, each pulse of his balls squirting more out her bloated teardrop. "If you think that feels like a lot, just wait until you've got a whole mule in that belly," he groaned, the satisfied mammoth jack backing off the whimpering Welsh, relieving some of the pressure as a waterfall of white seed squirted out of her. But her belly was brimming, and the flood swirling around in her womb was there to stay, coating every last inch. It'd be a miracle if she didn't get the mule Jack had promised.

She was still whinnying and shuddering, legs weak, torn and ripped and abused, but still bucking her hips up and down weakly in the air, even as the donkey turned back to a human, Jack's naked, muscular body clearly superior to mine. He reached down to grab a second horse-sized dildo, just in case, sliding it with a few strong thrusts of his hands until it was hilted in her trembling pussy, locking the rest of that life-giving sperm where it belonged.

He was wise enough to lead us, still half-hobbled, one at a time to Mary Ann's barn, and I could barely do anything but limp over there - so done in by Trucker, and stuffed full of silicone cock. He stabled me first, leading me head-first into a middle stall, then went back for Mary Ann, who could only take small, plodding steps, her stained rump making her look as pinto as I was, leaving a trail of paint on the ground behind her. He pushed her into the stall across from me, also head-first, two freshly bred fillies, face to face over the middle wall. We were exhausted, raped, and fully defeated, too dazed to stop Jack as he added a few personal touches - he tied our hind legs spread wide to each gate, hoisting our tails straight up to show off to anyone perusing the barn our new wares, as well as the wide, silicone presents that prevented us from any hope of shifting back. Even when the full moon waned, we'd be stuck as horses, and once our foals began to grow, there'd be no changing back at least until they were out of us - not unless we were suicidal.

Then, with a grin, Jack put a bit into Mary Ann's mouth, leaving us only able to mumble and moan at each other before he said, "With two new broodmares and a crew of competent ranch hand, the New Derringer Ranch is ready to really take off."

We could only grunt and groan in response.

He smiled and patted my nose. "See y'all tomorrow. Gotta make sure those breedings stick!"

But after he left for his own farm, I started testing every rope, every tie, and I started to squeeze and squeeze. If I could just dislodge the dildo - Mary Ann would have trouble changing back during the full moon, but I had more control. I could shift back and get out of here, I knew it. With a grunt, I managed to squeeze at least an inch of the massive designer cock out of me. But when I did escape, would I help Mary Ann? Or just leave her to her fate?

* * * * * Six Months Later * * * * *

"Alright, Freak, get at her," Jack growled. His personal guard of twenty-year-old farmhands laughed, watching eagerly as I winced. My entire rump had been hoisted two feet off the ground to give Freak the height that he needed, the enormous draft stallion sniffing at the mare estrus Jack had splashed on my pussy moments before. Jack walked up to where I was tied, my head yanked up by the halter and bit that had become part of me. "You're really starting to like him, ain'tcha, Jamie?" Jack grinned.

Needless to say, I hadn't escaped. Jack's bonds held up, and he followed a very particular protocol to make sure that I could never safely transform back, at least for the few days before my belly started to swell with Trucker's foal. I was positively brimming already with the thoroughbred's offspring, with six months to go, but Jack saw no reason not to use me as 'entertainment' for the new stallions he'd brought onto the farm with the vast profits he was now making. Without the competition, Derringer Ranch and New Derringer Ranch were raking in the dough, and stud fees were one major component.

Mary Ann was similarly situated nearby, but she was too small to take a draft like Freak. The fat little pregnant pony was Trucker's favorite now, smaller and tighter than me, especially once I'd grown used to taking Freak's absurd equipment. While Freak hopped on my back, the pulleys and ropes squeaking and swaying as my suspended rump took the massive draft horse, Jack was walking over to Mary Ann.

"Don't think I've forgotten that it's your birthday tomorrow, Mary Ann. I've got a special someone who'd love a reunion."

The poor girl had taken to her new life worse than me. She clenched her eyes shut, shying away from Jack. I think she tried to ignore him, to pretend like this was all a bad dream. A long, long, long nightmare, belly full of Jack's enormous foal. Even so, her eyes went wide as she heard her about her 'present'.

"Your daddy's coming over tomorrow! Won't that be a treat? Do you think he'll recognize you before, or after he fucks you, dearie?"

Whinnying and struggling in her bonds, Mary Ann bit and grumbled around the metal bar in her mouth, ropes rubbing the fur right off her legs. Her muffled squeals, for once, predated getting stuffed by Trucker. I could barely hear them, as Freak finally found my quivering pussy and reamed my tight hole wide.

With a monstrous grin, Jack congratulated, "Happy Birthday!"