From Stallion to Mare

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Transformation in the Stables

Gideon took a deep breath of straw and sweet hay, equine scents playing through his senses. The big, indoor barn, however, was empty of all equine companionship that night, even though some said that it was weird for an anthro stallion to work around non-anthro equines. Furries could be weird about species things like that: it was the same with dog anthros having pets that were of the same species (worse if it was the same breed, or close enough) as they were.

It took them back to their ancestry, in a way, making them think a little too closely about where they had come from. Yet the languages that equines had between themselves were by far removed from how anthro horses spoke and communicated - so Gideon could only assume that that was the same for other anthro species too.

It was just comforting for him to be around so many that smelled like him, that were of his own species. The warmth of the barn closed in around him, though he was not claustrophobic in the slightest, shifting his gleaming, black hooves as he leaned against the wall.

"Hm..."

He smiled faintly, his velvety, soft lips quirking up lightly. They didn't need to be obvious, no, not in any way, not as he let himself relax, being just the way he was. He couldn't rock back truly onto his heels as he settled there, the overhead lighting strips softly illuminating the barn and the stalls within, though he had only turned on half of them. Gideon wouldn't need to see into the rest of the barn, not when the horses that he was so familiar with were out for the night.

His black hide gleamed with good health, shirtless and comfortable, though he was alone there. That was helpful, at least, for it would allow him to indulge, for Gideon was not just one thing, no. He had never been, even though he presented, more often than not, as a stallion and a male, simply because it was what he had known at any earlier age.

The equine hummed lightly, the soft vibrations travelling down into his throat, a white snip on his nose stretching up into a broken stripe that did not quite reach the spot above his eyes. Changes... Yes. They were different, something that he only indulged in when he was alone - or at the very least able to go out and use his second name.

Angel. For Angel was a mare and it had been a long time indeed since he had found a break in his work, at the yard and around horses more generally, to delve into the most dominant second side of his psyche...

Gideon inhaled deeply as his body changed, his flesh trembling with nervous energy, though the shuddering vibrations came from deeper within him and not just the surface level. Horses, of course, could twitch their skin to shake off flies and dislodge irritation, but the ripple and the pull were deeper than that. It flowed through him, his jet-black coat like polished coal, but he was not destined to remain that way.

He could change, after all... A shapeshifter, from time to time, had to shed their skin for another. Only, Gideon was not shedding his form entirely, just taking on a different aspect of himself.

The first thing he changed, alone in the sweet must of the barn, was the colour of his coat. Lighter, yes... And what was more different to black than white? It faded slowly, as if he was being painted by an artist, the long, soft hairs of a paintbrush sweeping over him, lightening the short hairs of his equine coat to a pure, pristine white. In a way, it was as if he had never been tainted by anything at all, so white that to sully his coat would have been a travesty indeed, though such things could not always be held in quite so high regard.

"Mmmm..."

It was a relief to feel that coolness wrapping around him again, though the equine helped himself out by tucking his fingers, with the rough, chunky, hoof-like tips to them in lieu of nails, into his belt. Unbuckling it, he slipped it free of the buckle and eased his work jeans down, dust layered into the creases and folds of them. His underwear came down along with them, revealing a soft, grey sheath that was lightening in shade to match his new coat, the pigment in his skin shifting beneath the layer of short, equine hair that concealed it.

His lips and nose, where the skin showed through, lightened to pink, even around the eyes, his eyelashes taking on a smoky-white hue. Gideon exhaled, running his hand down the front of his body, tracing the lines of muscle in his chest and abdomen, though that was all to soften soon.

He did not always have to be like that, however, not as his waist faintly tucked in and his hips widened, giving him, already, a more feminine figure. He liked those curves, liked them very much, in fact, and flicked the light spill of his tail hair while it glowed in a silvery, flickering shade.

It was not where his focus lay, however, not as Gideon's heart skipped a beat, his lungs feeling tighter, if only for a moment, breath caught where it had no right to be. The hard wood of the wall behind him seemed to bear up against his shoulder blades as he grunted, the sound rising up thickly from the back of his throat, and pushed his hips out from the wall, putting an arch into his back.

"Mmm... More...quickly..."

Yet it had never been up to the stallion to coax the changes forth more quickly, his transformation coming at exactly the pace at which it was meant to. He had never shed one skin for a second quickly and that was just the way that it was going to be for him, licking his lips, letting everything move through him as his flesh shifted and rippled, as if something was trying to push its way up from beneath the surface.

Softer... Yes, everything was softer, though most noticeably across his chest as two familiar rounds formed. The flesh bubbled out with a prickle and a pop, though it was not an uncomfortable sensation in the slightest, not even as his nipples grew a little bigger and more defined. The buds of them perked up into the lick of cool air as they became fully-formed breasts, pulling down into a faint teardrop shape under their weight.

Once upon a time, he had tried to control the shape of his breasts more strictly, making them bigger and perkier, but, over time, he had found a size that suited him best. D-cups, roughly, as he still kept his broader shoulders, enjoying that part of his frame. Having big breasts that acted as if they defied gravity when Gideon was not wearing a bra just hadn't been right after a while, as if his transformed body was becoming a sex doll rather than simply another facet of himself.

For that's all his transformation was, even as his sheath softened and folded back into his body. A sucking sensation pulled at his crotch as his balls settled back up into his body, though the stallion's heart lurched as he felt them squirm and change deeper inside him too, shifting and pulling, allowing the inner workings of his form to take on another note too.

Even his vocal cords too... They had to change, giving him a higher-pitched nicker and whinny, naturally. He licked his lips, the lines of his muzzle just a little bit finer and lighter, though the most noticeable change there came in the dish of his cheek, how the curve of it pointed up more sharply towards his ear. It was the kind of line of his cheek that begged a finger to trace it, though it was only a shame that Gideon did not have anyone there with him that night to truly enjoy him.

With his sheath gone, his shaft... Well, that part of him had to become something else and the horse groaned lightly, nostrils fluttering, as he cupped his sex. Only, he would not be "he" for all that much longer, not as his need rose, humping and grinding, wanting, more and more, to pump his hips forward. It was something that had always come along with the change, that arousal, though he wanted to do more, to know more, to experience any last moments that his transformation had not revealed to him before.

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