FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

You browse the web, casually browsing through stories about people transforming into various animals, sometimes partially, but other times stopping just partway there. You've always been interested in animal people, ever since you were a little kid and enjoyed cartoons like Robinhood, My Little Pony, and Sonic, to name a few.

But it's not just about the furry animal parts for you, no, you also like the characters who find themselves in unexpected situations where they have to adjust to a new lifestyle they never thought they would have to live. Imagining what it would be like, to have new parts, or to have old parts made new again through transformation, gives you a new sense of adventure that makes your heart race. And with a brand new laptop for writing, you decide to write a story of your own.

Closing your eyes, you imagine a world where everyone has animal parts, and there are no humans at all. They are replaced with anthropomorphic animals, some of which still walk on two legs, while others are quadrupedal. As you consider this, a tickling sensation floods into your hands and feet. Looking down, you see thick fur starting to grow from every pore in sight. Your mouth fills up with spit as your teeth itch and wiggle in their sockets, soon to be replaced with the herbivorous set of chompers more suited to some other creature.

You stand up quickly, almost knocking your chair over in the motion. On the positive, perhaps, your balance doesn't seem to be fading. That's a good sign for a new equine, you think. But you're not just any equine. No, as you look into the mirror, you can see that you have the form of a draft horse. Thick muscle, deep brown hair, and a kind smile are all yours now. In fact, your arms feel like they're almost too muscular, and you have to awkwardly angle them at your sides to even keep them at a comfortable position.

You look back over your shoulder just in time to see the flick of your new straw tail coming into view. The tip looks particularly bushy and has a slight curl to it, you note as you stroke your fingers through it. But what really catches your eye is the rear end that came with it. You are solidly powerful, even on your altered rump, which flexes when you clench your glutes. Even for an animal, this seems like quite the attractive specimen of a butt, and it's a good reminder that not all of these changes were for naught.

The focus begins other signs of your interest, causing you to realize that everything from the waist down is beginning to tingle. Looking between your legs, you can see your sheath plumping up a bit. You had expected it to take longer, but who are you to complain about such a cute and plump equine penis making its way free. It's only then that you remember that you didn't have a sheath just moments before.

You can feel yourself blushing as you move your hand down to give it a little stroke, pulling it from the soft, fleshy pouch entirely. At the same time, a powerful urge overcomes you. The sudden sensation of a large, heavy sack between your legs fills your mind with one thing, and one thing only: you need to unload this giant load. It's not just a feeling, but also an implanted thought.

Ideally, inside a willing female, but the urge was growing more intense by the moment, and you knew you couldn't wait. Stepping over to your bed, you lie down on your stomach and try to position yourself for some sort of self-relief. Just the friction of your cock sliding against the sheets is almost enough to make you burst, but you hold it in, if only barely.

You realize with the first real thrust that you aren't pushing against a bed anymore. No, the full force of your hips pushes into something far more solid, but far more enjoyable. You can't see it, but you can feel it. Whatever this phantom sensation is, it is big, round, and extremely soft.

You start to rock harder, faster, as your thoughts flood with images of foals and fillies running around on your farm. A true virile stud who can produce the most beautiful foals this side of the country. Maybe the world, you think.

It's only then that you open your eyes and realize you're pressed tight against a stand designed to accept a stud and receive his semen. You don't recall having it before, but now that you're here, you're glad it's in your room. But is it even your room? You're standing in what seems to be far more like a stable than a bedroom.

You thrust against the cushioned mount, feeling your huge, soft balls slapping against its exterior. With each press, your cock pushes further into it, going deeper and deeper with every push until you bottom out entirely. Your balls sway powerfully with every motion as you snort powerfully for breath, unsure if you've ever exerted yourself this much in your life.

You can feel it rising within you, the desire to pump everything you have into that artificial receptacle, but a sudden idea hits you, sending an electric shock through your brain. Perhaps it is also the time to try out your new form's special gifts? You try to pull away from that wonderful device, but your mind just fills with memories of how great it felt to thrust so deeply inside of it. That incredible memory makes your cock throb and a bead of pre ooze from its tip. You shudder, indecision swamping your thoughts.

The sudden sound of a voice jolts you back to reality. "Sorry I took so long to get back to you. Had to find a suitable outfit. What do you think?" Your eyes trail down the buxom body of an equine lady standing before you.

She seems to notice your situation, but doesn't look at all upset. "Did I come back too soon? Not done? I can wait."

You blush deeply, the heat in your cheeks obvious even in your equine form. You look over at her again, still overwhelmed by how she looks. She's wearing a baby blue one piece with straps that sit just below her shoulders, and a pair of sheer stockings that are designed to sit high up on her thighs.

You can feel your shaft growing even harder, but it's still stuck inside the fake receptacle. Trying to get free again, you end up squeezing even tighter around the entire thing, as if you're about to blow your load. A powerful throb runs through your cock, causing you to whinny loudly.

"Easy there." She pats you on the shoulder. "Fill her up first. Naughty boy, did you forget the rules?" Her voice has an amused tone to it as she speaks, but there is also something commanding about it that leaves you unable to ignore what she says.

Your whole body tenses up as you let out a moan and thrust hard into the mount one last time. You feel your balls pull up tight against your body as your cock throbs powerfully, thick, creamy cum squirting deep into the device. Each pulsing motion causes another spurt to erupt from the tip, filling it with hot, sticky seed.

You can feel the device warming up with how much seed you force into it, your balls jumping with each spurt, sending stars before your eyes as your cock continues to throb. Eventually, you manage to get it to stop, but your cock is still buried deep inside, with your balls nestled firmly against its sides.

She runs her fingers along your face, wiping away the sweat that has formed on your forehead. "That's a good boy."

You reach over and grab her by the wrist, pulling her towards you. But she easily draws away, just as powerful. "Still so eager to play? You need a moment to recharge. Come on, let's go for a walk. And please, put this on." She places a collar around your neck and pulls on the leash.

You obey, drawing your plump but softening cock from the artificial vagina. She smiles and gives it a quick lick before walking away, tugging on your leash. You stumble forward, still trying to adjust to walking on hooves. Once you get used to it, you notice how smooth and cool the ground is against your feet.

She leads you into the living room, where you find a very large sofa that has been modified to be suitable for an equine like yourself. She reaches back, giving you a soft pull at your almost limp member.

"Sit down," she commands.

You nod and sit on the couch, laying back with your legs spread.

She climbs on top of you, straddling your waist and kissing you on the lips. "That's a good boy. I think you're going to be a good stud for me." She grabs your leash again and pulls it, making you raise your head up to her lips.

She runs her tongue across your muzzle, gently nibbling on your lower lip as she does so. "Dirty boy. Does that make you happy, imagining being my cum factory? Fucking this sweet pussy until it overflows with your spunk?" She smiles and pushes your head back down onto the sofa.

You lie there, eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of her riding your lap. You feel her sliding her wet cunt along the length of your shaft, rubbing it against the tip of your cock. "But you know the rules, hm? You don't get to go into here until we fill the mount. One jar out the door, and then you can have some fun."

She gets off of you and starts to walk away, leaving you panting on the couch.

"Fetch me that jar from the kitchen, would you?"

You stand up slowly, taking a few tentative steps towards the kitchen. She gives you a little spank as you walk past, sending you stumbling forward with a blush. "You are a cum bucket. That's your job. Don't forget it. Now fetch me that jar."

The room smells strongly of sweat, semen, and arousal. It's almost overpowering, but there's also a sense of satisfaction in it. You glance over your shoulder at her as you continue to the kitchen, the collar around your neck starting jingle as the leash pulls on it. You pull the leash up into your hands as you go through the doorway, doing your best to reduce the noise.

A wooden shelf is filled with a variety of jars, each one containing something different. Most of them are clearly labeled, but some are simply marked with a number or letter. A few even have labels that make you blush when you read them.

She motions to a spot on the counter, and you move over there. Jam, raspberry. That seemed harmless enough. You gather it up carefully and bring it over to her.

"That's a good boy." She takes it from you and places it in a nearby stand. "Go ahead back to your computer. I'll take care of this."

You walk slowly back to the computer, which is still open to the writing program. There are a few blank pages open in the word processor. It looks like you've been working on a story. Shaking your head clear of the fog, you start typing, even if your altered body keeps trying to get in the way. Your large hooves tap restlessly on the ground. Thankfully, your fingers are unchanged.

Time passes quickly as you write, and you lose track of it. All that matters is getting down all of your thoughts and feelings. You don't want to forget any of it, not even the pain that seems to come with every sentence.

As you reach the end of the chapter, you sit back with a happy sigh. It feels good to finish a piece of writing, but this one has been particularly satisfying. The door swings open, and she walks in with a smile. "Good job. That's some great stuff. I knew you had it in you."

You turn around to face her, but the motion sends you crashing to the floor. You're still trying to adjust to your new center of gravity, but she just giggles at your expense. You grab her hand and pull yourself to your new hooves.

"So, how do you feel? Do you like your new form?"

You blush and nod, smiling broadly. "It's a little strange. I feel, what, tense? Down, you know, there? I can focus on other things, and I am, but it won't be forgotten. I don't know if that makes sense."

"That's perfectly natural. Your body is trying to get used to its new size. Once you've got a couple of good sessions under your belt, you'll be fine." She leaned in and kisses either of your cheeks. "I'm here to help."

That bothers you. "Sorry to ask, but who are you? And where did you come from?"

"Oh, me? Well, I suppose I could tell you a little bit about myself. I'm an author too, and I saw your post asking for feedback. So I volunteered." She waved down her form. "This is my way of saying I really liked your story. You know the one. You were talking about turning into a horse."

"Oh, right." You had posted a lot of different stories about people transforming, but there was only one that included horses, especially well-endowed stallion people like you had become. "But this all seems so real. Is it?" You pat yourself down, and can feel the soft fur of your new form. You touch your head, noting the increased size and weight. You flex your hands and wiggle your fingers, then clench and unclench your arms. Your eyes have changed as well, resting a little more towards the side than they used to.

"This is real, for now. And it will stay that way, as long as you want it to." She brushes your belly gently. "If you like it. If you don't, it will end when you wake up."

You pause to consider. "What happens if I like it too much?"

She smiles and takes a seat on your lap, draping her arms around your neck. "Then we have the 'bad ending' where we're stuck together forever. Oh no. What ever will you do?"

"I suppose I could live with that," you mumble. You kiss her softly, feeling her lips press against yours. They feel good, and you nuzzle in against her. Your new snout takes different approaches than your old one, but it still seems to work.

She rubs her hands along your face and stares into your eyes. "That's what I was hoping you'd say." She reaches down between your legs and takes hold of your shaft, slowly stroking it. It was hidden in its sheath, but begins to stir as excitement spikes through you.

"You've got a big load saved up in those heavy balls, don't you? What are you waiting for?" She moves off your lap, laying back on the ground. The smooth skin of her pussy is exposed to you. "You have a choice." She winked gently. "Me, or the machine. There's a different path for each. But once you go down one, you can't ever come back."

You pause to consider, standing up tall. "But I already used the machine once. Am I already stuck?"

"You are not. But there's no going back if you choose me." She pats her lap invitingly. "What do you want?"

You lower yourself to the ground and push forward, laying on top of her. "Tell me more about what that means, and what you want with me. With all this."

"It means that we are forever bound together, until death do us part. You will be my mate for life, and I will be yours. It means we have an eternity together." She rubbed her hands along your body. "We can do whatever we want, whenever we want."

You shiver gently with delight. "That, hm, sounds great. But do you know me that well? Why do you want this? What about family? Friends? A life outside of this?"

She laughed and patted your muzzle. "Oh, my silly little stallion. We'll still have those things. You don't have to choose between them." She trailed slowly along your snout, tickling with the tips of her fingers. "I want this because I want you. Because I want to share my life with you, in a way that's more special than any other. And you seem like you need that too."

You feel yourself relaxing, even as your heart races at the thought of what she's proposing. "Did you know me, before today?"

"Yes, duh." She rolled her eyes. "Look, don't you remember a user on your server, PinkLady04? I know it's a cliche name, but I'm not particularly creative."

You can remember seeing that name pop up in conversations a few times, but you're having trouble remembering anything more specific. "I hadn't seen you in a while. Wait, that's you?! I, uh, thought you were just pretending to be a girl. I remember your voice, in the game. That wasn't this voice! You tricked me!"

She giggled softly and rolled you over onto your back. "Oh, no. I didn't trick you. I asked you if you wanted to be my partner. And you said yes." She sits up on you. "At the time, I was a guy. Now, girl. At the time, you were a human, now, you have a tail and a big, fat, throbbing horse cock."

"And I guess I'm fine with that," you mumbled. "I feel better now." You knew them. You had been good friends with them even. They had supported your work, helped you out, made sure you felt like you were making progress. Was this real?

"I'll make sure you feel really good," she cooed. She rubbed her hand along your shaft. "And you'll return the favor. Either be mine, or be the machine's. That's the choice. Go big, or go home."

You're starting to remember things a bit more clearly now. She had asked you if you wanted to try a different kind of transformation story, where you went from being human to being an animal. She had made it seem very personal, but you had thought it was a joke, back then. You said yes anyway, just to see what would happen. And now, here you were, with her on top of you, and your own body like it was before.

"The machine is not nearly as fun," she cooed in your ear. "It'll never get tired, but it won't love you. Machines don't do that. And besides, this is only the beginning. There's so much more we can do together."

You take a deep breath, and decide. "You."

She smiled softly, her eyes meeting yours. "Great choice." She moves in to hug you chest to chest, rubbing her pussy against your tip. She starts to sink down onto it, slowly engulfing your member in the tight grip of her body. Her mouth falls open, and she lets out a soft moan as you slide inside of her.

Your muscles refuse to hold back a moment longer. You thrust into her almost desperately, each motion drawing a thick moan of delight. The two of you are locked together now, your bodies moving in perfect harmony. You thrust into her hard, pushing her back. She wraps her legs around you, holding on tight.

Her hands run through your fur, scratching and stroking every inch of you she can reach. You grunt as you rock up against her, heavy balls jostling with enough seed that they slosh with the movements.

"Mmmm, oh, you're so big." She laughs softly, kissing your face as you plunge deep into her. "And strong. My sweet stallion. Let's fill up this stable together, yeah?"

You had no interest in filling the stable, only the mare atop you. You grunt and snort as you hammer away, savoring every moment of contact with her body. The two of you grind together, your shaft sliding back and forth within her depths. She groans and pushes back against you, meeting each thrust with her own.

The two of you slickly come apart and pound back together over and over, working up a sweat that makes your fur cling to her skin. It was a good thing you were transformed. You'd be a hot mess otherwise. The friction is incredible, but you find yourself focusing on how it feels to have your lover clinging to you, holding on for dear life as you find her hips and hold on tight, guiding her motions.

She bites down on your shoulder as she cries out, cumming hard around your shaft. Her inner walls squeeze tightly, massaging your length as you plunge in and out of her depths.

You're close. You can feel something, a strange presence deep in your oversized balls, aching to come out. A warm feeling rushes up through your body, making your head spin and your vision blur. It feels like whatever it is, it's important. You can never get it back if you let it go now. But you can't stop yourself from pounding away at her, each thrust driving you closer and closer to the edge.

She leans in and kisses you deeply, pulling your face to hers. You lick over her lips, nostrils flaring with the hot breath between you. The two of you gasp as one as your cocks starts to twitch. You feel your balls tensing up as you near your limit.

You start to slow down, but she grabs your sides and shakes her head. "Finish it."

With a herculean effort, you hold yourself back and continue slamming into her, her pussy trying to milk the cum from your balls with each pump. You can't take much more. Your cock swells up even thicker inside her, stretching her out and making her cry out in pain. Whatever is inside you, it feels too important. You don't want to lose it, but you don't want to stop either.

You find her face and kiss her desperately, losing yourself in the heat of the moment. You buck your hips one last time, your heavy balls slapping against her as they swing forward.

She whimpers, then shudders as she comes again, squeezing tight around you.

Your body betrays you, muscles twitching and tense as you cum hard inside her, filling her with your thick load with intense blasts that rock you to the core. Her inner walls squeeze you so tightly that it's almost painful, but you can't stop now. She holds on for dear life as you continue to pound away at her, your balls emptying themselves into her.

That presence in your balls moves up into the base of your bloated shaft, causing it to twitch wildly as it prepares to release another load into her. You squeeze her tight, grinding against her, smothering yourself in her chest as you moan and groan.

She squirms and moans beneath you, arching her back as she cums with a wild cry. You hold on to her as she trembles beneath you, gasping for breath.

That presence fires forward through your shaft, the muscles working along its length trying desperately to keep up with the load of cum being dumped inside of her. You finally relax and lay back, trying to catch your breath.

She lets out a contented sigh, running her hands over your chest. "My little pony."

You kiss her neck softly, holding her close. You can't remember ever feeling this good before. Your balls feel lighter than they have in a long time. You slowly pull out of her, resting on your back with your eyes closed. You can only barely see the room, but it seems bigger. Or were you getting smaller? It's hard to tell.

She runs her fingers through your fur, kissing your neck and ears as she murmurs sweet words. "You did so well, my sweet boy. I love you."

You sit up, confused, as she seems to get larger and larger. She wasn't joking. You're rapidly shrinking to a little pony. She strokes your back, whispering to you, telling you how cute you are, how perfect.

"I told you I wanted a pony. And now I have one. Thank you for trusting me." She pushes to her hooves and stretches up to the sky. "Your, mmm, bulk feels good inside me."

You blush brightly at that thought. This is all real. You reach down to touch your own member, shocked at that it hasn't dwindled nearly as much as the rest of you.

She looks down at you with a wicked grin. "That's what you wanted, isn't it? To be my personal little fucktoy? My little pony toy?" She lifted a leg to rub her foot along your softening member a moment.

You take a few awkward steps around, getting used to walking on your shorter legs. "Am I just going to be your toy?"

"What? No." She pats your head gently. "This is not an imprisoning type of story. We're going to be together. We'll write together, and we'll have fun together." She ruffles your mane gently. "Your computer's right there." She waves at it. "Waiting for you to do what you love doing. That was the deal."

You walk over to the computer and take a seat, logging in. Sure, you had to climb up into the seat, and typing is awkward being so small, but it's still more or less usable.

"There you go. Go ahead and write as much as you want." She sits on the floor next to you, giving your belly a gentle scratch. "If you prefer, I can get you a smaller keyboard you can bring down here, or we can lower this desk a little? We'll figure it out. This is my house, after all. My barn, anyway."

You nod, slowly getting back into the groove of writing. The keyboard is a bit more awkward to use than usual, but it's not impossible.

A thought tickles at you. "Hey? Uh, we just had wild sex. Not arguing that was fun, but couldn't you be, you know, pregnant? What happens then?"

She smiles. "I love your innocence. It's cute." She looked up at the ceiling and cocked her head, thinking. "Maybe, maybe not. We will see. If I am, you'll be a daddy. If not, we can try again later."

"So how did you transform?" You squint at her as she starts rubbing your belly again. It doesn't help that her belly rubs feel great.

"Magic." She grins mischievously. "All part of the story. Speaking of, how would you like to see something more... primal?"

You blink at her. "What do you mean?"

She gets up and stretches again, then puts her hands on her hips. "Just watch." She closes her eyes and breathes in deeply, standing very still. For a few seconds, nothing happens. Then, her form seems to shift and stretch, her body growing bigger and more powerful. Her fur gets thicker and coarser, and her face changes, becoming more bestial. When she opens her eyes again, they're a bright green, and filled with hunger.

She falls forward to all fours, shaking her body as she does so. She looks back over her shoulder at you, her tongue hanging out of the side of her mouth.

"Oh... Wow." You can't help but stare at her. She's become even larger than you had been, a fully-grown draft horse with strong muscles and powerful legs. Her coat is a rich brown color, and her mane and tail are a matching shade of chestnut. As her tail twitches back and forth, you catch a glimpse of her hindquarters, and realize that she's still female, even if she's a lot bigger than before.

She takes a few steps towards you, then nuzzles up against your neck, rubbing her face against yours. "Little pony, big horse." She nips once on your right ear. "Mine now. Do not leave. Can't go far." She bumps her forehead against your shoulder. "Are okay?"

"I'm fine," you reply, rubbing her head in return, though you use a hand, which she seems to lack. "Just surprised."

She giggles, the sound echoing from deep within her chest. "You be good boy, I be good girl. Make many babies." She steps back and then rears up onto her hind legs, whinnying loudly. "That's your job, little pony. Breed me." She stamps her hooves down on the floor, shaking the room with her weight.

You can't help but blush at that. "You don't waste any time, do you?" You hop to your small hooves, wondering how to even approach such a large feral female like that.

She drops down onto all fours again and licks your face. "No. Now is best time." She nuzzles against you and rolls over onto her back, spreading her legs wide for you. "Mount. Mate. Breed. Get to work."

"And here I thought we were having a nice moment," you chuckle, nuzzling in close. Her scent is strong, and it fills your nose with every breath. With her on her back, she wasn't impossibly out of reach. As if knowing, you can feel your shaft hanging heavily and growing, ready to take on the challenge before you.

You crawl up onto her, letting your weight rest on her belly. She grunts as you do so, but doesn't complain. You take hold of her sides and steady yourself, then begin to push forward, sliding your cock into her wet pussy. As large as she is, she closes tightly around you, creating a perfectly slick fit.

You grunt as you try to thrust in and out of her, but it's difficult to get any leverage at all. After a few tries, you just stop, resting your weight against her belly. You wriggle slowly in place, working yourself fully within your large lover. "Oh wow, you're big."

"Too big?" She nips at your shoulder, causing you to wince. She shakes her head and tugs her hooves along the ground, kicking up dust as she does so. "Be not bad. Move. Put baby in me. Fill me."

You look down between the two of you, marveling at how your shaft vanishes into her form. However large she is, she has you tight and hot all around. "I'm trying." You sway your hips slowly, finding a gentle rhythm. You groan as you work against her, feeling yourself finally starting to thrust properly. The first few strokes are awkward, but soon you fall into a good pace, rocking back and forth on top of her.

She shifts her weight and grinds back against you, rolling her hips as you thrust into her. The build up feels different than before, almost slower, but somehow more intense. You feel a strange energy building within you, like something you've never felt before. You keep pushing, your cock throbbing with need. You want to fill her so badly that it hurts. Whatever it is, it doesn't feel like it's some vital part of you. It's more like an excess of energy, something that needs to be expelled.

"You're close," she whispers, her breath hot against your ear. "Let go." She tightens around you, her inner walls squeezing your shaft tightly. The way her slick tunnel pulls and ripples along your thick pole has you breathing heavily. With a powerful thrust, you slam into her hard, causing her to grunt as you hilted yourself deep inside of her. You feel yourself cumming, but there's no release, just more pleasure as she grinds against you.

Lodged deep inside her, you groan as your body betrays you again. You know you need to pull out, but you can't bring yourself to do it. You feel yourself throbbing, but there's no explosion of seed, just more warmth and tightness. What exactly is happening, but you don't know. Your massive seed factories churn with alien tingles and pulsations. This isn't how they normally feel. They want to go off, but they won't. The urge doesn't subside, but your balls stop aching for release. It's a strange feeling, but you feel like you're getting used to it.

Your girlfriend lets out a loud and satisfied whinny as she slumps in place. She licks your face slowly, panting softly as her chest heaves with each breath. Her whole body trembles slightly, and her eyes are half-lidded as she gazes at you. You've, in part, become attached to her, no, become a part of her body. "Good. Now is time to put baby in me."

"I tried," you chuckle, rubbing your nose against hers. "It wasn't working. Sorry."

She shook her head. "You did just fine." She rubs your mane with a hoof as she starts to shrink, returning to being a pony woman, with you firmly attached and wedged inside her form. She lays on her side and stretches out with a contented sigh. "I am glad I have you."

You roll with her and drape a leg over her belly. "I am too. But what does this mean?" You can more easily reach all of her, and she has a more womanly figure, so you nuzzle into her softness fondly. "What happens next?"

She smiled gently and ran her fingers through your hair. "I'm going to have our child, if it works out. And then we're going to be together for the rest of our lives." She pushes up to her hoof-feet, with you still firmly attached. You can feel your connecting shifting around in pleasurable waves, but they're also unrelenting. There's no chance of pulling free.

You look up at her, feeling more than a little lost. "Are you sure? That's all?"

She kissed you softly on the forehead. "That's all." She pats you softly. "We are one thing now."

Your mind tries to process this information, but it doesn't quite add up. "We're one thing? How does that work? How can we even exist together? I mean, you're you, and I'm me, but now we're together, as one person?" But it was starting to become true as you find you can't pull away from her, even a little, as if you were melting and flowing into her.

She smiled and stroked your mane. "You have many questions, but there are no answers. All that matters is that we are here together." She stepped away from you, but the connection held tight, dragging you along with her. But 'her' is becoming 'us' as you melt into her form, just a little squeak being the last noise you make as you submerge into her form.

Your body begins to dissolve into hers, melting and flowing together. You can feel her taking over, becoming part of you, as you become part of her. Her thoughts, feelings, memories, they all flow into your mind, filling you with a sense of belonging and purpose. You open your eyes, and realize they are her eyes, and her thoughts are your thoughts. The two of you are now one creature, one powerful mare woman, with a child or two on the way. Your heart races at that thought, but also from the overwhelming feeling of closeness to your mate.

"I love you." The words escape your lips as a whisper, but it is all that needs to be said. You admire yourself in the mirror, taking in the female curves but also that thick horse sheath. You are both, and one.

You take a deep breath, then turn away from the mirror, walking out into the night air. You have work to do, a farm to run, and a new life to live.