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The brilliant fluorescent light above Hika flickered and snapped, the hum of it making him grimace as he shifted his weight slightly and tugged at the plastic cuffs that had been wrapped around his wrists. His arms were pulled sharply behind his back, the cuffs interlinked with another set of cuffs on his ankles that kept him hobbled so all the man could do was hobble in the jail cell that he had been thrown in. His cheeks flushed and his eyes darted about nervously as he looked at the smooth white walls and the plain surroundings, hearing the sound of boots in the hallway outside. The sound of them almost too loud as he moved to a corner and leaned back into it, his hair falling in his eyes as he leaned his head forward.

It had just been another mission, a simple one, where Magistrate Gyram had been moving supplies through the city with a low level amount of security. They weren't valuable supplies to the tyrant, not really, food, antibiotics, as well as some clothes goods that were being shipped out to the upper rings of the city for their daily use. To the poverty stricken lower rings, though, those supplies were invaluable, especially the medication. Magistrate Gyram didn't give a damn if the poor died or suffered, just as long as there were enough of them to work in his factories.

_Just as long as he isn't inconvienced. _ Hika thought bitterly, looking up at his own reflection in the clear doors of the cell. His golden toned skin and dark eyes looking washed out in the overly bright lights above him.

He had spent most of his adult life struggling against the magistrate and working for a better life for his people. The resistance had grown slowly and steadily, with each new act that had been signed into law that had tried to stop them. He intercepted communications online, learned which ones were the easiest to hit to get what they needed, which buildings could be torched to disrupt Gyram. He had studied it all, forming a team of people that he could trust to help him, but he preferred to take the risks himself.

Gyram used drones, closed circuit cameras, every piece of technology he could get his hands on to track his citizens. He controlled everything from the media on up to the farce of a government that was supposed to guide and care for the people. He was the one that had figured out how to mask his face to keep off the grid, he had passed it on to others, the most vulnerable members of society. He had destroyed the cameras in the impoverished areas, spending long evenings darting from building to building to make sure that he could blind the tyrant's view of the poor and the resistance. He knew that he could move quickly enough they wouldn't be able to catch him time, he counted on it.

Ever since he had been young he had been fast, he had even been scouted to run track professionally, but that was before his parents had died in the mines. He was still fast, long legged and athletic, quick enough that he could evade the military when he needed and smart enough to know how to hide. That should have allowed him a certain amount of success with the last raid, and he would have had it if it hadn't been a trap. Just the thought sent a flush rushing along his cheeks as he crouched down close to the ground and hunched forward slightly.

What had been a raid that he was confident they could win had turned into little more than a trap set especially for him. The moment he'd swung up onto the lead vehicle of the transport caravan, he had been doomed. The metal of the truck had been electrified and sprung to life, paralyzing him until he had been thrown back with a scream. That was his only real memory before black armored men erupted from the convoy and surrounded them all, guns flashing and lights blinding them. He hadn't even been able to move to warn his people, he had been thrown to the side and then pinned so that they could restrain him.

_Cyd, Tala, God, what happened to them. _ He thought and licked his dry lips, trying to move his arms into a more comfortable position.

He wasn't in the city jail, he didn't know where he was, only that none of the others had come with him. He could only assume it was a military installation where he was going to have every bit of information extracted from him. He knew that they wanted him, they had plastered ads all over the city offering a reward for his capture. He had decimated some of their most valuable properties as he had become more organized. He shifted his weight and then moved a little bit, twitching as he felt the ache of his arms beginning to grow worse from the unnatural position.

He had been stripped of his normal clothing, scrubbed down until skin felt raw and slapped into a loose robe to cover his nudity. He had been deloused and injected with something, though he had a suspicion that they must have injected him with a tracking chip. After being after him so long, he had no doubt they wanted to make sure they didn't lose him and certainly the injection hadn't made him sleepy or affected him beyond causing him to feel flushed.

_And that may simply be my own reaction to being trapped here. If I get away, I'm going to have to find the tracking chip and cut it out. _ He thought and licked his sweaty upper lip.

He was in the process of trying to find a way to push his arms down enough to sweep them beneath his body when he heard the sound of boots on the floor. Hika froze and narrowed his eyes as he picked out the sound of more than one set and he pushed away the sensation of dread that rose in him. They were going to torture him for information, they would want to names of the rest of his people, where they were based. He wouldn't give them anything, he would rather die than betray those that had put their faith in him. He would make them kill him rather than cave beneath torture.

Hika straightened up as the boots grew louder and a set of men in sharp looking uniforms came to the front of his cell and swung neatly about to face him. He wasn't sure what he had expected, but the man in the lab coat between them certainly wasn't it. It was a short dark haired man that looked nearly mousy as he clutched a clip board in front of him and peered out from behind a pair of round glasses that slid down his nose. He blinked rapidly as Hika stepped forward, looking down at him aloofly and twisted his lip back in a sneer.

"He looks as if it's taking affect, but we'll need to move him into the TF Lab to begin the second sequence and take measurements." The man said, his voice surprisingly authoritative. "We've got the back section of the lab set up with the restraints you'll need, and make sure he's hooked up-"

"Let me go." Hika said, his voice low, putting force into it as he pushed his way forward to nearly press against the clear barrier. "You've made a mista-"

"Make sure he's hooked up to the vital machine, I want to record everything." The man continued shortly. "And be careful, if you lose him, it's more than your life."

Hika hadn't expected them to listen to him, but the conversation was a shock that made him furrow his brows as the two guards tapped the buttons beside his cell and the door slid open. He barely had time to tense up before one of them grabbed him by the arms and pushed him out into the hall, gripping the line of his restraints tightly as the mousy doctor moved to one side so that he could be led down the sterile looking walkway. The ground was cold beneath his bare feet and he struggled not to feel shame as the robe he had been thrown into opened and he knew that they could see his bare ass.

He found himself being pushed into a lab that was filled with computers and monitors along one wall and the other was taken up with what looked like cells. They were larger than his own, and the one that he first walked by seemed to hold a massive looking bull that was swinging his head back and forth, while another held a dog. He didn't linger there was he was pushed towards a back area that held a raised metal platform and people were gathered about, talking animatedly. There were more guards, but they were set near the edges as he was shoved forward and made to walk up the short stairs and onto the mesh metal floor.

A small man in a lab coat stopped them briefly to stick on sensors along his chest, his arms and even along his head. The sticky things cold feeling as wires interconnected and he heard the entire room fill with the steady beat of his heart. Some of the monitors snapped online and he realized that this had to be a part of setting up a lie detector, wanting to make sure that they would know when he was lying as they interrogated him. The technique was baffling, but he wasn't going to allow it to affect him the way they obviously thought it would.

Do they think a lab will unnerve me? Is Gyram so damn confident that I will be easy to break? _ He thought and did his best to straighten up, watching the people coolly. _Where is his general? His damn internal police? They must be hiding out of view, waiting to break me.

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"Get on in." One guard grunted and shoved him, making him step into the middle of the raised platform. "Hold still, if you struggle, we'll knock you out and Dr. Nilan will not appreciate that."

"Don't want to disappoint the doctor." He growled at them, tensing up as the other guard unsnapped his cuffs and let them fall.

"You really don't." The other guard said as his feet were unbound and he was given a shove.

It was meant to unsettle him, keep him off balance as both guards jerked backwards and there was a hissing hum and woosh as see through barriers jumped up and interlocked. There was no hope of escape as he rubbed his wrists and looked around to see the doctor that had come to fetch him moving up to the main computer, tapping something out rapidly, his eyes darting up to look at Hika briefly as the man straightened himself up. He moved his hands up to begin to tug at the little padded sensors just as something cloudy blue began to jet out from the mesh metal ground beneath him.

"Introducing compound B, compound A has been given time to adjust the base genome." Nilan's voice was smooth as the cloudy mixture rose upwards, cool and damp feeling as it brushed against Hika's legs. "Subject in excellent health and condition, fully expected to accept compound B. Begin recording!"

"Recording started!" Another person spoke up brightly as Hika tried to hold his breath as the gas surrounded him and covered him.

His skin twitched and shivered as he broke out in goose bumps, hardly believing what he was experiencing as he gave a swing around and lunged towards the front of the platform as the world spun around him strangely. He felt the heat pouring over him, flushing his cheeks as he had to choke in a breath, but it wasn't smoke that was assaulting him, it was sweet tasting gas that filled his lungs and made him shudder. The sound of his heart beat was amplified by the sensors, rapidly building and making the world tilt wildly as he dropped down and more of the gas ran over him, electrifying him as it went.

His skin was twitching wildly, feeling too tight over his body as he moved his hands down in front of him while the nails ached and his fingers began to thicken up. His back arched upwards and he felt the robe falling off of him, but he couldn't seem to care as he let out a ragged call. He felt as if he were boiling hot, a fever running over him, and his body was beginning to change beneath the assault as the gas began to disperse and fade away. He was panting and shuddering while his lips began to grow heavier, thicker, his entire face began to spill outwards and bulged obscenely while his began arched and his legs began to twitch.

His muscles were cramping, worse than after a run, the sharp sudden spasm caused him to jerk in surprise while his ankles began to elongate. His eyes fixated on the glass in front of him, his own reflection outlined there and looked obscene as his chest began to swell outwards and he realized his shape was changing. He wildly threw himself at the barrier, lifting his hands to push against it and hammer with growing panic as the sound of his heart beat became a wild staccato on the sensors and the scientists were wildly typing into their computers, some writing on clip boards, but none looked alarm.

"HELP ME!" Hika snarled, his voice cracking as the nails on his fingers began to grow darker, heavier, dragging his digits together. "HEY!!"

A few glanced up, but no one moved to help him as his entire face began to slide outwards, growing as his nostrils split and his lips felt heavier, thicker, hanging downwards. There was nothing he could do to stop it, his body was flush with the mixture of chemicals while his legs changed shape entirely. His ankle lifted up higher in the air, his weight balanced towards toes that were drawing together to form a thick ridge. No, not toes, hooves were forming at the ends of his limbs. His arms were weighted down with them as he dropped to all fours and his chest swelled open wider and heavier. His hips popped oddly, causing him to cry out from between heavy lips and the entire shape of his head changing.

The world narrowed down to the sound of his heart beat, the beeping of machines and the feel of his bones growing thicker and larger, his muscles layering and growing heavier. He swung his head about and realized his neck was growing longer as well, the length of his hair was flowing down in a line as he looked back in time to see his nude body being covered in a spill of dark stiff hairs. They were smoothing their way downwards as his hips began to grow larger and his legs were growing longer. His entire body was growing larger, rising upwards before he let out a guttural noise and there was a tense twitch against his stomach.

His hanging cock was out plainly, there was no hiding it, but he rapidly realized that he was displaying himself to the world at large and he couldn't hide. His cock was growing and drooping downwards, thickening as the flesh turned darker and the rounded tip began to grow flatter. The stomach muscles twitched and tensed as he swung his head further back, realizing that his neck was growing longer, straining upwards, filling out from the short thin neck he had possessed. He was more worried about the swell of his balls as they darkened, the skin being replaced with fine velvety darkness as the weight of them dropped downwards.

There was nothing human in the shaft that was forming, pulled upwards towards the dark underside of his belly into a sheath that was making a roll of flesh. He was panting out and his nose picked up the sharp scent of equine on the air, metal and the drug, all of it growing more intense as his vision and nose changed entirely to be replaced with that of a beast. It was too much, this couldn't happen to him, he was a man, even if he were tried for his crimes, this wasn't a sanctioned punishment!

He opened his mouth to call for help, but the sound that came out wasn't human at all, it was horribly equine and he stumbled back over his growing hind legs. He tangled them and nearly fell, writhing and looking around as impassive faces were watching him with interest instead of horror. The glass of his enclosure showed the long legged form a horse, the head of one as he looked down a flesh covered muzzle that began to darken. This wasn't what he had been expecting, this wasn't the reality he had been willing to accept. Where were the police? Where was the magistrate? Who had captured him?!

"Tranquilize him before he hurts himself!" He heard someone calling out as he thrashed and fell to his side, his head nearly cracking against the glass of the window.

His hooves kicked around wildly, trying to find purchase before there was a hissing noise and something stabbed into his haunches. He tried to struggle his way upwards, but his legs were long and strange, his arms didn't bend properly and he only managed to tangle himself worse. He was attempting to get them straightened out when a wave of dizziness rushed over him. It was making the world fall away, trembling slightly as he curled his arms beneath him. No, not arms, forelegs, they were forelegs with hooves at the very end and his head swayed on his long thickening neck as the world blurred around the edges.

"Get that halter! You two, get the walls down, we need to get him under control!" A voice was calling out while Hika felt the world growing fainter, falling away as his eyes drooped.

_This isn't the police... who has captured me?! _ He thought wildly and his nose was suddenly dropped down to the mesh of the metal beneath him, his ears falling down far to his head as darkness claimed him.

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Hika glared at his captors on the other side of the glass, and tried to ignore the reflection of the black stallion that looked back at him. He didn't maintain the pose for long before he turned his eyes away with a stab of shame and humiliation. He could hardly credit what was happening to him, what had happened to him, but there was no denying the reality as he looked down at his sleek glossy dark legs and the hooves that they ended in. He lifted his foreleg up and curled it a little to look beneath the hoof, but there was no hint of the fingers that had once been there. He dropped it into the thick soft straw with a thud. The staccato sound of his hooves only drove home the reality of just what he was now, and it was starting to get unnervingly easy to walk around the room that they had put him in.

It was a wide open area that was set against one wall with three solid plastiglass windows that allowed the scientists to look in on him as he struggled to understand his new body. He had no privacy whatsoever, not even something so simple as a partition that might have allowed him to have some privacy when he had to relieve himself. As it was, his bladder was so full that he felt as if his teeth were floating while he moved in a wide circle and felt the strange muscles on his head pulling his ears flat backwards. He had already humiliated himself by defecating, an act that had happened almost thoughtlessly in a corner.

_How dare they?! Who are they and what do they think they're doing? _ He thought and stopped as there was a scientist on the other side of the glass with a clip board, marking down something.

He bared his teeth and glared, but the man didn't seem to give a damn as he said something to Nilan. The main scientist was watching critically, not taking notes, but seemed to be studying the smallest movement for any hint that the body wasn't working the way that it should. He turned away from them both, awkwardly, but he did manage it and tried to find a direction he could turn that would let him ignore the people that were consistently watching him.

"Hika, you will need to feed yourself soon, your new body requires more nutritional intake than your human one." The hissing speaker made him throw his head up in shock and swung his head back to see Nilan depressing a button on the glass. "Failure to comply will result in force feeding."

"He's still got an intact mind, then?" He heard the other doctor say before the comm was switched off.

He hadn't eaten yet, that was the last thing he wanted to do, the only food that they'd given him was a thick pile of green dry hay and a bucket of what looked like pellets and bits of grain. Neither of which was human food. He stiffly moved himself away from both and picked out Nilan's muffled words despite the thick glass. His hearing had improved thanks to the change, not that it helped him very much, but he kept hoping that his eavesdropping would show him a way out of this situation.

"It's expected, the change is jarring, but we're keeping an eye on his brain activity as he comes to terms with his new body." The response came and caused Hika to flinch. "Get the tubes ready, if he doesn't eat soon we'll have to intervene."

Hika flinched, feeling the heat flush his ears as he glared over at the food that had been set up against one of the clear glass walls. There was a little door set in the glass, designed to allow them to change out the feed and the water as needed without having to come into the stall with him. That was the only real positive to this, he was now a large and powerful animal complete with sharp deadly hooves and the weight behind them to do real damage. No one was going to try and force him to do anything in his current shape, but he was also aware of the fact they had made no attempt to hide the tranq guns that the guards carried in case he got out of hand.

The last thing he wanted was to end up knocked half out and then tube fed, he didn't want them touching him! He had already been thoroughly examined when he had been led out of the chamber, too dazed to fight as hands had picked up his hooves, looked in his eyes, his mouth, even gone under his body to examine his shaft. Just the memory humiliated him and he forced himself to lower his head and sniff at the grain and hay. None of it looked like it was something he wanted to eat, it was horse food! He twitched his ears and grimaced, picking the grain as the least objectionable of the offerings.

He found that his lips were quite deft at working through the grain, as deft as fingers in many ways as he picked out a few bites and began to chew it. When he moved his jaws, he was shocked to realize that there was a massive gape between his teeth. He pushed his tongue up and rolled it around, feeling that both upper and lower teeth were gone in a spot, leaving him with strong fore teeth and thicker back ones. He nearly panicked until he recalled this was normal, but it did nothing for his appetite.

He stepped back after a few mouthfuls of the grain and then heard the trickle of water as they flushed out his trough and began to add more. That bubbling noise made him flat his ears and shift, painfully aware of his full bladder. He nearly squirmed and moved as far away from the panels of glass as possible, but he heard the water splashing and he couldn't help himself. He had to go, and it wasn't as if that urge was going to leave him any time soon. He splayed his ears and backed his haunches right up against one corner of the massive stall and let himself relieve his aching bladder.

To his humiliation, his dark black cock drooped down from the leathery sheath and hung nearly a foot down under him as the piss began to spill out in a puddle between his hind legs. The relief nearly made him giddy as he spread his hind legs out and did his best not to end up with the stuff all over his hooves, not that it helped. As the torrent and flood turned into little more than a trickle, he came aware that one of the lab technicians had come up to the window to get a better view of him and what he was doing. He couldn't even jerk away without covering his legs in piss, instead he finished and turned his head away to not look at the man.

Nothing is sacred anymore, nothing... He thought and swallowed a lump in his throat. Damn them all.

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Hika learned how to use his new body, it became more and more natural to walk around on all fours and he was less clumsy with each hour. He realized that he was powerfully muscled as a stallion, translated from how well toned he was as a human, and there was a strangely pleasant sensation that came with his strength. The open area of his stall was big enough that he could even get up to an awkward trot if he wanted to, but if he did anything energetic, he knew that he would only gather watchers. They were recording everything about him, which made him nervously aware of the fact that this wasn't their end game.

He had finally caved and begun to use a corner of the room to relieve himself in, mourning the fact he didn't have a toilet, but at least he could keep the mess to one area. Eating was harder, the tasteless hay made him realize how much humanity he lost, and the grain they offered him wasn't nearly enough to live on alone. He had begun to eat all the grain up first and only then did he munch and chew the straw. He was rather mortified at just how much he was eating as well, but his body craved food and the alternative was clearly being shot with a tranq dart and being tube fed.

There was something oddly peaceful in the easy choices of being a horse, something that allowed him to feel subtly as if he wanted to relax into the simple life he had been given. The allure that he felt disturbed him, causing him to fixate more firmly on the fact that he had been brought to this low state by Magistrate Gyram. The man had to be responsible for this, who else had they wealth to have scientists transform someone into the shape of a beast? And what better way to be rid of a rival without turning him into a martyr?

_Will he leak what has happened to me to the resistance? Show them that their leader is an animal now? _ He flinched as he imagined his friends, his followers, being given video of him pissing in the middle of a stall like a beast.

Hika lifted his head up as he crunched on the hay and stared at himself in the reflection of the glass, turning to one side so that he was given a full view of his new body. He was obviously a horse, but the more he looked, the more he recognized that he looked like one of the beasts they used in horse raising. He had long powerful limbs and a certain slender grace that he had noticed in passing, but he could hardly tell anything beyond that rough breed assignation. That, and the fact that everything seemed to look the way that a horse was supposed to look.

He was black from nose to tail as far as he could tell, even his hooves were inky black, which made the white leather of the halter stand out plainly along his long nose. The halter itself was his only item of clothing, holding two blocky black square to either side of his forehead that were clearly measuring brain activity as well as his temperature and heartbeat. He had already tried to scrape the thing off, but it was a useless battle, he didn't have hands to unbuckle it and when he had tried to use the edge of his trough, he had only managed on scraping his cheek.

He was moving his way back along the one solid wall when he realized that Nilan was approaching the entrance with a man beside him. This was a new man, one that wasn't dressed in anything like the lab coats or scrubs that he had come accustomed to. He watched warily and felt his powerful muscles tensing up a little bit as the door opened with a rush of sharp chemical scented hair and the stranger stepped in with eyes that were locked on him. The cold glitter in those eyes made him curl his thick soft lips back to show his teeth and he lifted his head up arrogantly. Let the man see that he was not broken, he would not be broken.

"He's adjusted well and hit all the marks we were hoping to see in the first few days." Nilan said in a slightly diffident tone. "He's passed urine and feces, eaten as well, he can lay down and get back up, as well as go through quite a few basic paces."

"And can understand us." The man interrupted in a tone that was less than approving. "I was told that you would adjust that."

"It takes time, his brain is that of a horses, but it does take time for him to lose the higher processing powers." The doctor said smoothly and Hika let out a protesting noise, taking a step forward and setting his ears back.

"How long?" The stranger demanded, not looking intimidated at all as Hika gave a tentative sniff.

He was impressed at just how keen those senses were, and he picked up the scent of the man, and it came with a mixture of scents that were oddly familiar and unfamiliar all at once. He could pick hay scents and sweat, a bit of cologne, but most of it was a comforting sort of smell that had him twitching his thick nostrils back and forth. He wanted to be closer to that scent, but he forced himself to remain stiffly in place.

"A few weeks, but sooner if we are able to put him in more natural situations for a horse." Nalin commented slowly. "We can connect him with that part of his brain that is entirely horse-like by having him make choices that an equine would make."

"Such as? Letting him run in the pasture?" The man sounded a little scornful. "If he got out now, we'd never catch him."

"Oh no, nothing like that!" Nilan waved his hands and then gestured towards the door. "I was speaking with the magistrate and he feels that we have several options for him."

Hika watched as the pair began to retreat, but he felt a slightly sick sensation in his lower belly as they left him. He wasn't going to let himself be swallowed by an equine brain, he would get his way out of here and find something that would cure him. What they had done to him could be undone, it would be undone, it would just take time. And when he found his way back to his human body, he would be damned if he allowed Gyram do this to another person.

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Several Days Later

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Hika woke up one early morning to the hiss of the doors being opened and startled, jerking his head up from where he drowsed in the thick straw. The former man had begun to fall into a schedule of sleeping, eating, exercising and sleeping again as his days were blending into one another. He knew that he was growing complacent, but it was hard to fight against something as banal as simple boredom. He was left ashamed of himself, humiliated, and there was nothing he could do to break free of his habits because there was nothing else to do in this place. Having the doors open up so early, though, that was a change.

The black stallion lumbered up onto all fours as the man that had been in here with Nilan came in, but he wasn't alone. He held the lead to a delicate looking bay mare that was following along with her head bobbing complacently. For a brief moment, Hika felt a surge of hope that he was looking at another person with the body of a horse, someone that would give him a distraction, help him escape perhaps, but that hope was squashed as the dull brown eyes looked at him and the mare's ears pricked up with obvious interest. The man leading her murmured softly as he reached up to unclip the lead form her halter and gave her neck a pat.

"Off you go, girl, go make friends." The man said and the mare tossed her head, her dark mane fluttering a little while Hika continued to stare at her.

He pulled his ears back flat and let out a low noise as the man cast a look at him, but didn't appear to want to approach him. He realized that the man must be some sort of groom or horse trainer, which didn't make him feel any better as he turned about and left the stall without any other words. He shivered his skin a little bit as the world suddenly narrowed down to a sharp sweet that filled the air. The vents that blew fresh air into his enclosure rushed past the bay mare and he let out a startled noise as her scent filled him with the rich mixture of pheromones.

He couldn't think, couldn't move, he froze with his wide nostrils opening up to gulp down her scent and he trembled slightly in reaction as it made his mind roil with a rush of lust unlike anything he had ever felt. His stomach muscles tightened and he twitched his upper lip up to sample the scent, drawing more of it through his muzzle, letting it roll over his tongue. His ears went up on the top of his head, unable to help himself as the mare stepped forward and let out a soft whickering sound towards him. Her nostrils flared delicately, sampling his own scent, but his attention was on _her. _ There was a rush of desire to him that made him take a step back and wildly shake his head to try and get rid of the scent.

It was only growing stronger as the mare came up to him, her dark tail flicking along the vibrant cherry-red coat of her haunches. The scent was alluring, making him react even as he struggled to ignore it. His shaft drooped beneath him, swaying as he snorted and pinned his ears, trying to kick out at her when she came too close and bolted for the other side of the room. He ignored the bobbing length that was bouncing around beneath him, the floppy few inches swinging back and forth as he saw that people were watching as he got away from her, but not her scent.

It was spreading through a room that had once seemed sizable. Now, now he was left panting a little bit as the scents rolled through his thoughts, his mind, making him twitch his upper lip back. The moment he did, the pheromone laden scents grew sharper, sweeter, making him dizzy with the desire to have more, drawing it in and over his tongue, caressing it through his taste buds. It was utterly unlike anything he had ever experienced, not even the sweet scent of a woman against his body made him react like this. It was stirring things deep inside of him that had him nearly trembling in reaction, his sides twitching a little bit.

The mare, for her part, didn't seem to see anything wrong with following after them with an interested little whicker and her tail twitched up. He tried to ignore the growing intensity of the scents, the way they were making him feel dizzy, blowing out short bursts of air. The mare came in close enough that he startled a little bit, shifting her hips and turning about until he saw the dark pursed lips beneath her tail, the flash of them as glistening wetness seemed to cling along the outer edges. To his shock, they winked, flexing open and pursing together, milky juices clinging and spreading that scent towards him so that his head extended out and the length of his cock twitched beneath him.

He couldn't stop it from happening, his girth was filling out and growing larger by the moment, extending all the way out until he could feel it pulsing. He swallowed and felt shame swelling in him as the animal in front of him presented herself with her tail hiked and twitched to one side expectantly and he couldn't look away. He shivered his skin lightly, small quivers that rippled down the line of his back before extended his muzzle out and drawing in a short breath. He swung his head up and peeled his upper lip all the way back again, swinging his head back and forth to drink down her estrus laden scent, and that's what it was. She was in heat.

Hika felt a jolt as he managed to make his mind yank back into the proper path and he let out a short squeal as he jerked away and stalked from the mare. His sides were heaving with breathing that was too fast to be normal, sweat began to break out on his midnight-dark sides while he tried to ignore the flopping erection beneath him or the way it kept jerking upwards with little bumps. The wet precum was welling up along his cock tip, drooling downwards towards the ground under him as he made his way to the water and tried to plunge his muzzle into it in an attempt to clear his thoughts and mind.

It helped, at least a little, and it began a game where he did his best to evade the mare and ignore the fact that his cock was bouncing beneath him. No matter how hard he tried, it wouldn't soften and withdraw into his sheath, but he did ignore the attempts of the mare to sidle closer to him. The scientists watching were recording him, he knew it, they even had clip boards and that only helped fuel him in trying to contain himself. His breathing was shivering just a touch, but he kept away from her for the better part of the morning.

By afternoon he was miserable, his body coated in a sheen of sweat and the arousal making everything hard to focus on. He was relieved when it came time for his afternoon feed, no longer even fighting the embarrassment as he was presented with hay and grain. He hoped that it would distract him from his lusts and he pushed his nose through the grain, trying to breathe in the smell of the food instead of the lusty mare. If he could just keep himself distracted, he wasn't going to give in to what they wanted him todo.

It didn't matter, the showy bay mare seemed to have other things in mind as she frisked after him and gave a light sniff along his haunches. He shivered his skin a little bit in reaction, swinging his head backwards towards her and that scent, oh god, that smell. His body wanted her, his heart was pounding in his ears as his cock suddenly flexed up and slapped against his chest and stomach. The shock of the sensation made his body tense up subtly, a shiver of pleasure tracing through him before he turned his head over towards her with a deeper sniff before the mare swung herself about.

She hiked her tail again, her dark folds winking and flashing while he watched, but she didn't simply wink her pussy at him. To his shock she crouched a little and began to relieve herself, the splatter of wetness making him prance step back wildly with his head thrown up in the air. The sharp allure of the mare's scent grew heavier, surrounding him until he felt as if he should have been able to feel it wrapping against his sleek dark hide. He was panting it in, his lips flehmening while his chest swelled open wide with each heavy breath, drawing it in deeper.

He wanted her, no, not just wanted, want was too paltry a word for the need he had and he found himself stepping forward as she stopped. Her glistening lips winked again as she swung her head back towards him with her ears up, expectantly bracing herself when he came in even closer. His cock was twitching under him, hard to the point of near painful as it throbbed, larger than anything he had ever possessed as a human. The weight of it gave another twitch upwards, the throbbing movement spilling precum down onto the ground as Hika lifted his head to bump against her haunches.

She was so warm, her hide shivering a little bit as he rested his chin against her and instincts screamed through his body, his mind. She was filling his thoughts with desire, no matter that she was an animal, in that moment he felt as if he were a beast too. His chest pushed against her haunches and she locked her legs as his head swung up higher and he let out a low groan. He was still screaming to himself to stop, but he wasn't able to make himself do anything more than fall further into the hot desire.

He reared upwards, his haunches bunching up, the muscles rippling as he put his weight down on them and his forelegs wrapped up to either side of the mare. She shifted as he strained his head out and had to grasp her neck with his lips and teeth to hold on, hunching his back up as his cock naturally swung up and jabbed right between her thighs. His body shuddered a little bit as he bounced his cock tip against her hip, smearing a wet dark trail against her. He puffed out against her mane, dragging in the intoxicating scent as his cock pushed and shoved upwards, wildly prodding and cresting beneath her tail.

He shifted his forelegs and bounced his cock up high, pinning it right beneath his stomach and then jerked backwards. He was clumsy, and he knew it, his cock was wildly aiming about with a mind of it's own, but as he dropped his hips he was able to feel the glistening line of her mound. The moment his cock tip hit against her cunny he groaned out and leaned forward, feeling the hot wet passage swallowing around his cock tip, slipping upwards with a messy slurping noise as he pushed his way deeper and deeper inside of her. Her wetness clung in strands along his girth as his spire bowed under the pressure of sinking into her.

He heard the voices of the scientists and felt a spasm of pure shame, but he couldn't stop himself, she was so tight and hot around his cock. He drew backwards, slurping his cock free only a few inches before the next thrust forward claimed her all over again. The tip spread her wide and deep, spilling out trails of precum within her passage, caressing and rubbing her as she tightened around him. The mare had her legs braced so that he was able to drag himself forward with each wild thrust, letting out a guttural noise from deep in his throat.

He felt... slow. His mind was beginning to feel a haze that was rolling over him, swallowing him under the urge to breed the female beneath him. His hind legs and haunches rippled with powerful movements, every last inch of his girth sinking into her passage and splitting her open wide so that he was able to feel t hew alls clamping down again. They were greedily suckling along his cock, caressing right up and over his medial ring as he snorted out heavily and took a step backwards. He felt the smooth flesh caressing him, tightening down while his tip drove back deep into her tender body, his mind flaring to life with passion and desire.

The world was fading in his mind, being pushed into the backdrop as he shuddered and gave himself over to the act. The mare's body so warm and sweet beneath him as he released her neck and grasped on a bit higher up, allowing to sink himself all the way to the sheath inside of her. Her tightening walls teased along his glans as he felt his balls tightening up. The entire morning he had been rejecting this, ignoring it, now he was finally able to glory in the moment that was building over him. He squeezed his eyes shut as he heard his own animalistic sounds escaping, the grunts and guttural noises coming free.

It didn't matter who he had been, it didn't matter why he had been fighting this, all that mattered was the steady feel of his cock starting to flare open wider and wider. Her body tightened around his cock tip as he spread his hind legs and gave a series of wild short lunges, movements that squelched juices out around his shaft as his cock tip spread open to the fullest length. His balls tensed up as he flagged his tail up high behind him and a roar began to fill his ears. The world faded away entirely as the first rush of his orgasm poured over his body in liquid fire.

His cock tip began to spill out rope after thick gooey rope of his seed, his tail jerked and twitched while the dark thick ring of his pucker pulsed with each and every new jet. It was splattering out deep inside of her, flushing deep so that it was pouring right against the line of her cervix, her inner passage being coated while he leaned down over her and released her neck. He dropped his head to rest against the curve of her shoulder, his legs shuddering slightly as her walls milked and drew his seed into her fertile sweet body.

He tried to make his mind work again, but it was like slogging through mud, he barely made progress as his cock softened inside of her feverishly warm body. His cock gave another final twitch, his tail leaping up and down as the last twitch of his cum was thicker, heavier, nearly a gel meant to seal the mare with his seed. Hika let out a groan and took a step back, and then another, his legs sliding backwards as his cock slithered free with an obscene wet noise before he dropped back onto all fours.

He was breathing heavily as he stared at the mare's hiked tail, the creamy mixture that dribbled between her still winking folds and felt only a surge of satisfaction. For a brief moment, he didn't care about anything except the fact he had bred the mare in front of him and then... then he felt the stab of pure shame. The former man set his ears back and flinched, giving his head a shake before turning away to see an audience of scientists watching. He pinned his ears back, how dare they watch him as if he were taking.. taking.. someone to bed?

He reached for a memory, something about another female, a two legged one, but he didn't find it. It was hazed over and he realized that the memory was nearly entirely gone. The ghost of it was there, he knew it had something to do with another female he had mated with, but that was all. There was no name for the female, no face or memory of her touch, it was all blunted and he felt real fear starting to rise inside of him, trembling low in his body.

"Readings indicate brain activity has been muted..." He heard one of the muted voices of the scientist speaking. ".. memories... mostly gone...... Continue on with long term...."

Hika turned away and forced himself to walk towards the back of his room, his softened spent cock dragging upwards into his sheath. He didn't want to hear it, it was clear what was happening. He'd given into the lust of an animal, and in doing so, he had lost part of himself. They knew that, god, they knew it and they were going to make sure it continued that way. He was going to be swallowed into the min of a beast if he kept breeding the mares.

I can't do this again, I won't do this again. I'm a man. I will keep remembering I'm a man! _He clung to that thought, even as the mare began to graze on some of the hay and he wanted to arch his neck in pleasure at the sight of her still hiked tail. _I will have my freedom again.

~ ~ * ~ ~

Hika pricked his ears upwards a little bit at the sound of other horses as he was led down the line of the walkway. His breathing coming out heavily as he jerked and yanked at the lead a few times, prance stepping and testing the hold the trainer had on him. The chain end of the lead was worked right into his mouth and the gap between his teeth as a make shift bit to keep him under control as the felt the heat of the sun running along his back, baking into the dark sleek black hide. The former man struggled to remember why he should have been outraged, but it was so hard to think properly anymore, hard to remember...anything really.

He slept, he ate, he exercised, he bred the mares that had been brought to his wide open stall. He still tried to fight the latter, shame flooding him each time he gave in, but it was harder and harder. They were always brought in for him ripe and in heat, and they were so needy and delicious as they hiked their tails for him. The thought of them caused his girth to droop down from his sheath, swinging a little bit as the man gave the lead a light tug and turned his head down towards a wide open barn that had him lifting his head a little higher and he gave a little high step in place.

He was glad that he had been taken out of the large stall and hadn't even minded when he'd been loaded into the trailer. He had been given treats, sweet bits of carrots and apple, even crunchy sweet granola that had been delicious enough that he had licked it off of the man's palm. The thought made him twinge angrily, some small corner of his mind raging against the beast that was controlling his mind, but it was a corner that had been entirely framed in by the animal that he had become.

"Hyah! Hika!" The man laughed and called his name, the voice saying a few other things, but that hardly seemed to matter to him.

Words had been losing their meaning lately, he found it harder to concentrate on them when they didn't affect him at all. He was still fed at the same time each day, still exercised, and lately they had begun to brush and groom him. He didn't like being touched at first, he had even tried nipping, but he had found that the firm brushing had been delightful in many ways since it tended to itches that he couldn't reach on his own. He snorted and threw his head up again as he was led to a fence and he whickered softly to himself as he saw the spill of fresh green grass before the groom stopped at the fence and bumped open the gate.

He sniffed the air curiously, picking up the distant scent of equines on the air, but nothing so sweet and alluring as a mare so he heaved a sigh that swelled his chest. It had been several days since he had last been bred to a mare, he had lost count as to how many females he had bred so far, but he missed them. The groom patted his broad black neck with a hand, the touch stroking him before the lead was unclipped from the underside of his halter. He startled a little bit, swinging his head backwards towards the man before a hand slapped right against his broad haunches and he lunged forward with a little squeal.

_How dare he?! I'm not... I'm not an animal? _ He thought, struggling in the grip of what he thought he knew and his reality. It was pushed backwards as the stallion realized he was being turned out in the pasture.

For the first time since he had arrived, he was given access to a wide open field, the grass long enough to tickle his belly and he erupted into movement. The long powerful legs stretched out beneath him and Hika found himself tearing along the pasture with a whinny of pleasure. He threw himself forward, stretching his long limbs out as the world blurred around him and his body flew through the field. The long grass whipped along his legs as he tore down the length of the fence line and turned upwards, leaping across the ground and feeling his gloriously powerful body respond to him.

The voice in the back of his head grew quieter, more distant, he hadn't run in so long and his memories of running before were muted and filled with strange buildings and fear. There was no fear here, there was speed and power, making him nearly believe he was flying as he went past the groom who was watching with a smile on his face. No one tried to stop him as he turned about, his tail flagging high behind him like a banner as he allowed himself to release the energy that had been building in the room at the lab. He jumped and bucked, kicking his hind legs up and partially rearing as he danced across the ground.

He didn't seem to have any end to his energy, his powerful body answered him in a way that had his heart pounding. He snorted and frisked about until his sides were heaving and the man was joined by another one. He recognized it as the scientist from the lab and twitched his ears back briefly, but it didn't last for long. He dropped his head to the long grasses and ripped a mouthful up greedily, tearing it free and munching with a swish of his black tail, feeling the edges chase away a few flies as he did so.

"He's fast as well." The groom murmured softly. "Fast enough to be a champion, you saved that much of the original Hika."

"Very little is left." Nilan said, taking his glasses off to clean them with a few nervous little movements. "He's mostly horse as it is, the residual amounts are being eaten away rapidly."

"Good, then I think it's time Magistrate Gyram sees just what his money has bought." The man murmured, watching the stallion tearing up another mouthful of grass. "And we can put an end to our trouble maker forever."

"And the start of a champion." Nilan chimed in and put his glasses back on with a smile. "And a dynasty of champions."

Hika twitched his ears at the sound of the men talking, the words should have meant something, but they didn't. What mattered was the sweet grass in his mouth and the distant sound of a whicker. He pricked his ears forward and whinnied back before tossing his head, roiling in the back of his mind as he looked at the beast he had become. This wasn't him, damnit, it wasn't. God, why couldn't he think straight? What was wrong with him?!

~ ~ * ~ ~

Hika threw his head against the lead and prance stepped around, his tail flagged and upper lip peeling back at the scent of the filly that had been brought to him. The maiden mare was fidgeting nervously, twitching her ears as he was led towards her with his hooves striking the ground lightly. The groom that held his lead was quite deft with him, leading him up so that he was just out of reach, straining forward and feeling the length of his cock swinging back and forth beneath the line of his stomach. There was no hiding the arousal there, and he had long since stepped trying as he shifted his weight about and watched as the maiden mare was walked around in front of him to tease him.

His body throbbing with a rush of desire, making it hard to listen to the voice in the back of his mind, the sensation of knowing that this was wrong, horribly wrong. He knew it was, but that didn't seem to help him as he trembled in place. His breathing was puffing out heavily before he gave a little prance step forward and threw his head down, yanking against the lead again as the dapple grey mare twitched her tail and gave him a glimpse of the pink ripe lips beneath. They were winking, flashing the line of her clit so that he was letting out low guttural noises and gave a slight rear forward to try and get in even closer than he already was.

His groom kept murmuring to him and made him walk about as he tried to shake off the desire to have the female, trying to bury it under the knowledge that he was a man. He tried to cling to that frail hope, but it was crumbling down around him even as he threw his head about and tried to rub his nose against his foreleg. They had learned how to handle him, how to make sure that he caved rapidly by teasing him with a mare just out of reach. He even knew what they were doing, but that didn't stop him from throwing himself into the moment, ignoring everything besides his own lust filled needs.

In the last few days he had been given more mares than before, sometimes two or three a day. They were the same mares mostly, being put to him several times during their season, but that only made him want them more. He had also begun to be trained, the groom introducing him to a bridle, to a saddle, things that he knew he didn't want, but it was growing easy to simply give in. To let himself be handled like the beast he was becoming. Just thinking that made him take a step back before his lead was released, falling down tot eh ground uselessly in front of the mare.

Hika let out a short trumpeting sound and leapt forward at the sight, he couldn't stop himself as he pushed his nose forward and bounced his head against the dappled grey haunches. The thoroughbred mare gave a little startled buck, a spill of estrus rich juices escaping her glistening folds as he reared up on his powerful muscled haunches and flung his legs along her sides. His chest pressed down above her as he swung his head forward and shuddered while his cock lifted upwards, jabbing wildly beneath him, bouncing this way and that uselessly.

_No, no damn it, no! _He screamed into his mind as he shuddered and rested there, his breathing heavy and ragged.

There was a slide against his side, a hand stroked him as he trembled and fought with himself, wanting to pull back, but he couldn't make himself give up in that moment. He rolled his eyes and froze as a man caressed the line of his body, a familiar man in a well tailored shirt and jacket. Magistrate Gyrim looked at him with coldly amused blue eyes as the former man faced the tyrant that he had fought against his entire life. He couldn't think, couldn't do anything but freeze as the man's hand glided right down the line of his haunches.

Gyrim slapped his ass firmly, a blow that startled him into giving a wild thrust forward and the heat rushed to his ears. He wasn't the man that had fought against this tyrant, he wasn't the young rebel with his resistance fighters, he wasn't even a man, he was a horse, a beast. And that blow made him recognize that fact painfully as his blunt cock bounced against the grey mare's haunches, shuddering a little bit as the magistrate reached down to grasp his dark member in one hand when it pushed up beneath Hika's belly. The fingers wrapped around his glans and pulled him down, aiming him like the beast he was.

The former man shuddered and lost all control as his sensitive glans kissed the hot wet passage of the mare and he drove himself forward. He turned his eyes away from the magistrate and grasped the back of the grey neck and clung on as he began to thrust with powerful rolling movements. He drove himself through her tender walls, feeling how they clung and clutched around him as his tail flagged up behind him and the man that had been so outraged was silenced. The sweet feel of the female beneath him, the way her body gave way beneath him as his medial ring drove home was what mattered, her fertile belly was what mattered.

He twitched his ears back against his head and gave himself into it with a rough grunt and the mare's back tensed up as she locked her legs in place, letting the inches sink home into her body. Her walls were so tight, deliciously greedy as the clutched and suckled around him before he drew backwards with a wet noise, feeling his tip being rubbed along as inch after inch spilled free. His hooves were loud sounding on the ground, clattering and clicking loudly before he drove home again. His haunches tensed up again, trembling a little bit as he felt her hindquarters pressing in against him, her back rubbing along his chest.

"A fine stallion, Nilan, perfect!" Gyrim said as he stepped back, but Hika didn't understand, the words were only sounds as he gave himself into the moment.

He was sawing his length in and out of the mare, tugging and caressing, feeling her juices coating up along his shaft as the men in the courtyard watched him. They didn't look away, he barely acknowledged they were there as he poured himself into the pleasure of breeding the fertile little mare beneath him. His cock twitched and sent out a hot splatter of precum that spilled inwards, coating her passage and churning the mixture together as he twitched his tail again and gave another thrust push.

He left a wet trail against her neck as he mouthed her, holding on tightly and feeling her tension spreading as he bore down against her. Barely an inch was slipping free before sinking back home again.

There was a quivering pressure, a little flex and wink that caused the passage to clutch around him again, tightening at just the right angle to make him shudder slightly. More, he wanted more, he needed more, the urge was consuming him and his thoughts. The humanity in him was being compressed and pushed away, devoured under the pure bestial desires that were riding out on the stallion as he prance stepped with a click of his hooves on the ground beneath him. The grunts and lewd wet noises as his cock squelched and squeezed through her body, laying claim to every part of her that he could take.

The rush of pleasure was beginning to rise up inside of him, mingling together and causing his balls to tense up as the man gave himself over into that final movement. He drove home deep inside of her, his cock tip starting to flare open wide as he felt the walls stretching and straining. He bottomed out inside of her while his teeth remained gripping hard against her neck, shuddering his pleasure as his girth began to twitch and quiver inside of her passage. His tail flagged up high behind him, twitching in time with the pulsing of his cock as the world blurred in a wave of pure pleasure.

The contraction of his balls tightened and made his pucker flex, twitching in time as his tail rose and fell, advertising to all the world that the rich virile seed was being poured into the depths of the mare's fertile passage. He laid claim to her as something deep in his mind was silenced. It wasn't just quiet, it was gone, lost in the wave of his lust that was making him shudder and jerk his hips slightly, releasing another wave of his seed as he took a slight step back. His dark softening girth slipped from the folds messily, sliding free with a spill before he slipped off her and felt Gyrim slap his haunches firmly with one hand.

"A good deal, well worth the money if he proves out." Gyrim said with relish. "The spring season starts soon, and then we'll see just how much money he can pay me back.

"Oh he'll more than earn, sir, the real trick will be if his offspring have a similar speed." The groom said and patted his neck, holding the lead as the stallion sniffed the mare lightly, pleased he had done his job well.

~ ~ * ~ ~

The pounding of hooves on the ground, the beat of his heart, the crush of horses at all sides made Hika surge forward with a flash of his legs and his neck stretching out. The whip cracked against his haunches, urging him on across the track as his rider leaned forward over him with reins that were guiding and turning him sharply around the stretch that led towards the finish line. He knew that line, he knew it as he had known it a dozen times in the past and he felt his rider tensing up on his back before the riding crop struck down hard and his reins loosened ever so slightly.

Hiak poured his heart and soul into his movements, feeling the sweat on his sides and his nostrils flared wide with each and every breath. He stretched his head out as far as it could go as he pulled away from the pack and kept his attention on the finish line. The roar in the stands only egged him on as he felt the pure joy that came with the powerful movements of his legs beneath him, the churning of his hooves in the soft turf and the feel of victory as the sound of hooves behind him grew more and more distant. They wouldn't be able to catch up, they never did, not when he was finally given his head.

Every muscle was attuned, perfectly designed for this, his tail flagged up as he gathered himself and put on one last burst, pulling on his reserves just as he saw the black and white pole that marked the finish. The flash of lights went off from the sidelines, the sound of cameras as a roar of approval came from the watching crowd and his jockey let out a whoop of laughter, standing up in the stirrups and letting him slow as he continued down the track. The other horses followed him, but he no longer cared about them, not when the hand was slapping his neck vigorously and he was slowed into an easy cantor.

"AND THAT'S ALL FOLKS! MAGISTRATES HIKA'S JUST REWARD HAS TAKEN THE CUP!" The announcer blasted out, though the stallion barely twitch an ear as he was turned and tossed his head, mouthing around his bit with a few yanks. "AN ALL NEW RECORD FOR THIS TRACK AND SEASON!"

The stallion tugged at his reins, a bit of froth on his dark lips as he high stepped about and past people who were applauding and taking pictures. He flicked his ears up high and watched as a horse was led along the gate, a mare that made him try to swing his head towards her, but his jockey let out a low disapproving noise and he was forced to swing his head right back towards the winners circle where Magistrate Gyram was waiting, fielding questions with a smile on his face as the showy black stallion stepped into the circle to accept the wreath of flowers that were laid across his neck and forequarters.

He continued to mouth at the bit and swung his head about the circle of two leggers, the stallion never enjoyed this part of the race. He was still edgy with energy and he knew that he would get a reward once he was back at the stable. Whenever he ran a good race he was always given a sweet mare to slake his pleasure with afterwards, at least, that's how it seemed to the beast who was turned about slightly and Gyram reached up to catch the reins right beneath his bridle to pet his dark nose lightly in a possessive manner.

"Don't worry, this won't be the last time a record is broken here." He announced with a sly sidelong smile. "I am pleased to announce that as of this morning, champion mare Take The Treasure has given birth to his first colt."

"The first of many." His jockey said with a laugh and patted Hika's neck again with a light stroke. "He's going to have quite the line even before he's ready to retire to stud!"

There were more pictures taken as the cup was passed and the former man regarded it all with increasing boredom. He was already dreaming of when they returned to the farm and the next mare that he would be presented with. It was all well and good to spend his time tearing down the track, but his real pleasure came with what happened at the end. Another mare, another long day in the pasture rolling in the grass and eating sweet grain. A fine life, and all thanks to his master.