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The brisk wind came with a hint of snow that danced around Tim's face and ended up slipping down the back of his neck so he muttered a bit of a curse. It was windy, too windy, lately and he was trying his best to keep warm. He hunched himself a bit and tucked his hands beneath either arm in the hopes that the gloves would get a bit of help in keeping his fingers from going numb. His toes were already feeling the effects and he resisted the urge to stamp them about to wake them up. He was on his best behavior, especially since he was watching the lady of the house out with her daughter. John didn't show a bit of discomfort as he directed young Miss Emily about the ring. In fact, he looked positively warm. At least he could move about.

"John? Did you need anything?" He put a bit of hope in his voice and John's eyes flicked to him as Emily followed behind her mother, Mary, in a canter.

The annoyance in the head groom's eyes was tempered with a slight bit of sympathy. John wasn't a bad sort, but he could be a bit oblivious at times. Thankfully, this wasn't one of those times. The older man gave his head a short nod and pointed towards the indoor arena.

"Why don't you go and bring me a lead rope or two, I forgot them," John's features wrinkled in a smile and Tim let out a breath of relief. It was a make shift errand that let him get out of the cold.

The young man took it gratefully, he had no desire to end up trembling and teeth chattering by the time they were done. Emily wouldn't have cared, but her mother would have. Mary was a stern enough woman to make him want to keep on her good side when all was said and done. The matron of the estate had once been a lovely bombshell, or at least that's what he'd been told. She'd been a green eyed blonde with long legs and a slow smile that had made her quite sought after. He had no doubt about that. Even though she was nearing forty she still held a figure that made most of them glance at her out of the corner of their eyes. But never where they could be caught.

Mary McCullin had a sharp tongue and sharper wit. She could flay a man to the quick with a sentence or two. John had a great story of one of their drivers trying to hit on her and just how quickly that had ended. He kept his admiration to himself and never pressed any further then a quick glance now and then. Edward McCullin was a quiet man who kept to himself or on his business trips. He admired his horses and he did come down to see them, but it was a rare event. Mary was the one who was interested in the keeping and maintaining of their horses. She kept track of the breeding records, sales and purchases and no one else. John said that she didn't trust anyone to do it except for her, but that meant he often saw her.

With a sigh he stepped into the inner ring and out of the cold wind that had chilled him to the bone. It wasn't heated, but at least it was out of the wind and that counted for something. It let him warm up as he made his way back to the tack room and mulled over his employer's wife a bit more. It wasn't that he had designs on her, quite the opposite. The plans that he had formulated involved her, but it wasn't for any sort of affair, but a chance to finally get out of working in the stable as little more than a groom and stall cleaner. He'd never wanted to be stuck in this position for years. When he'd first been brought on here, he had been led to believe he would have a chance of advancement. He'd been confident that he could become something other than the lowest ranking groom in the sprawling breeding farm.

Not that being a groom was bad. He enjoyed being in a stable around horses. He'd always been around them and he'd always enjoyed it. Of course, most people in the business did, that's why they worked at places such as this. But he enjoyed them in a way most didn't. He didn't know when he'd become attracted to horses, but it had happened. There was something about the smooth gleaming coats, the warm smell, and their quiet ways that drew him to them in a more carnal way. He loved the way a mare reacted when they were in heat and kept away from the stallions, or a pent up young stallion who had no outlet. He knew how to pleasure them, tease them into reacting and spent many lonely evenings in a stall with one of them.

It wasn't that he wasn't attracted to humans, in fact he quite like them, but horses were close to his heart. He'd dated a few women and even two men in the past, but it had been a passing thing. He far preferred his chance in the stables and the understanding touches of the equines. They didn't require anything other then affection to get them roused and when they were... A shiver ran down Tim's spine at a few memories that left his cheeks flushing a hot red. His position in the stables allowed him some freedom, but even that wasn't enough to make him want to stay here. He had to find somewhere else, someplace else that would give him a chance to truly advance and shine. He'd thought it would be here.

Three new hires later, and one being hired on for a position that he had wanted, proved him wrong. It was obvious that they had no intent of letting him climb the ranks. John had made it clear that his position here was quite secure after those new hires, but secure wasn't what he wanted. He wanted a job that would give him a name in the horse community and, more importantly, a chance to own his own farm. That wasn't going to happen here, and he didn't have a chance at getting hired on at another stables when he couldn't be advanced here. Not unless he wanted to be in the same position in another place. Frustrating wasn't even the name for it. It was demeaning and made him nearly ready to spit nails. He couldn't stay here, he couldn't continue as the low man on the totem pole, and if he couldn't do that, he'd find another way.

The McCullin's estate was a strange one. He'd known that within a few months that something was off about this place. At first it had been like any other stable and that was fine with him. He worked hard, enjoyed his quirk where he could and knew his work. It wasn't until later that things started to happen that just didn't make sense. Small things, but they were enough that he started to look more closely at the way the place was run. Emily would come down to the barn and her little gelding Storm would end up saddled and bridled, but no one had helped her. And she didn't even know how to do it with help, without help he had no idea. There was also the fact that no matter what, Mary knew what was going on with the horses. Things that should have been impossible.

If a horse had a stone in its foot, even before it started to be sore, she knew about it. If a mare was in foal, she could predict the exact date. If there was an auction coming up, she knew exactly which ones she could claim at the lowest prices. Those could all be put down to knowledge of horses, but that was also piled up with stranger things. But there were also people over at the house at all hours. She left without a car and came back the same way. The people came the same way. The few times he'd been in the house, he'd been startled to find out there wasn't an exact idea on the room count. He'd talked and flirted with the maids, no one knew how many rooms were there, because it always changed. He'd overheard them talk about new additions to the place, but he never saw any carpenters and the house didn't change. Emily seemed to be able to make things happen, things that should not be possible. So many small things that had got his curiosity up.

It wasn't until he'd caught Emily saddling up her little gelding that he knew for sure. He'd watched the bridle and saddle moving on their own. As if small invisible creatures were tightening the girth and bridle. Emily had giggled and spoken to something that hadn't been there. After that, he had learned to be quiet and keep to the shadows. He'd learned how to tell when Emily was up to something, she was the only one that ever messed up after all. And now he had his way out of here. Three different videos of Emily saddling the pony from different cameras and his phone. At least one of them would be acceptable proof to someone. He could sell it and have his own stable, his own horses and never have to work for someone again. And he'd never tolerate ruining a perfectly good stallion because he was being used by an inexperienced rider.

He picked up the lead ropes and turned towards the outer door with a frown. Damn shame they had gelded Storm, he had been such a lovely stallion, so reactive, so eager, he had spent nearly a week in the pony's stall and now it was all over. The stallion had been quite the breeder and he should have had a chance with mares of his own size, not tossed here for Emily to bounce around on his back. It made him bristle as he thought about the other stallions that had come through here and colts as well, that had been gelded until they were sexless saddle horses. The stallions locked up and unable to get to the mares they wanted to. It riled him and made him chafe against the rules imposed on a stable he didn't own. But when he had his own.. When he showed the world the strange talents the girl had, and presumably her parents had, he would be free! FREE!

~ ~ * ~ ~

"You are so good with Sateen, Tim, so gentle." Mary McCullin leaned over the edge of the stall with a slight smile on her face.

Tim gave a forced grin as he ran the curry comb over the mare. They'd come in from their ride and Emily had gone bouncing up to the house babbling about Todd the butler, John had taken Storm off to be brushed down and he'd been left with Mary's own little mare Sateen. Normally he'd brush her down, give her a feed and be done, but Mary had followed him to the stall so she could watch him take care of the dainty hunter. It made him strive to get every speck of dust off the black mare's gleaming coat and do his best to not give her a cause to complain about him. Still, it made him nervously aware of her eyes on him no matter how relaxed her pose was.

"Sateen is easy to care for, ma'am, she's a sweet little mare." He spoke softly and ran the brush over the curve of her rump cheeks and the mare fidgeted slightly.

"Oh? Well, at least she's got a good groom." Mary leaned forward and brushed her fingers over the curious mare's nose.

Tim made a noise of agreement as he moved to brush along the curve of the dark shoulder and tried not to look over to the woman who was watching him so carefully. It made his shoulders itch with the need to see if she was looking at him or what he was doing. He didn't give Sateen a swift grooming, but worked thoroughly to get the tangles from her mane and ran down along the edge of her chest where the breast band had been resting. The silence was strangely strained as Sateen turned her head down and whuffled against his shoulder. She wasn't used to having him take so much attention to her before she'd had her feed, but he wanted to put his employers mind at ease before settling the little mare for the night.

Granted, there was another problem with that idea. Sateen had been coming into heat for the last few days and he'd been keeping an eye on her. In the winter months the horses weren't nearly as randy as they were in the summer and that meant he didn't get much time to enjoy with them. Sateen had always been her favorite. She was a light boned little creature that was quite amorous when she was in heat. He sighed as he brushed along her forelegs and resisted the urge to look beneath her belly. He'd be off the next two days which meant he'd like miss the best time to coax her into enjoying him. He might not be a stallion, nor hung like a stallion, but she still enjoyed him and he had learned to use his fingers and even hand to the best possible use to make sure she was satiated.

"Ma'am, is Tim done yet?" John's voice came from outside the barn and Mary leaned back so that Tim glanced over to see her white blouse drawn tight over her breasts.

"Oh he's giving Sateen the royal treatment. You have a good night, John, I think I'm going to watch her settled and maybe check in on a possible new horse." Mary's voice was amused and John murmured a good night before moving on. That gave Tim a chance to step away and look over the graceful hunter.

"I think she's all set I think, Ms. McCullin." Tim patted her rump and tried to ignore the way her tail jerked upwards to flag slightly.

"Oh, I suppose she is.." She leaned forward and rubbed just beneath her mare's chin. "You take such good care of her, don't you?"

"I try, Ma'am." He ducked his head and set the curry comb into the bucket of grooming supplies. "Glad to see her settled for you."

"Call me Mary." Her voice turned husky and Tim stiffened slightly. "Don't look so panicked, Tim. I've been keeping a close eye on you and enjoyed what I've seen, you know."

He perked up slightly. Perhaps he wasn't going to have to turn over his tapes if she was insinuating that she was going to promote him. He licked his lips and straightened up as Sateen leaned against him.

"Oh? Well I'm very glad." He grinned and tried not to sound as excited as he felt. "I'm certainly happy that you've noticed all my hard work."

"Work? Is that what you call it?" Mary stepped back so she could open the stall door and closed it behind her with a grin. "I thought it was all pleasure for you, Tim."

"Ma'am..." He felt a cold flash go through him and he attempted not to stiffen too much. He could deny everything, he'd been quiet, he'd been careful.

"Tell me, do you only love the mares? Or do you enjoy the stallions as well?" Her voice turned into a purr as she leaned back against the stall door. "Don't look so shocked, Tim. I've enjoyed watching you play with the horses, why do you think I haven't stopped you? There's no shame in it."

"I.. I don't know what you're.."

"Don't lie to me, that would be a mistake." He swallowed as she stepped forward and one of her hands moved to trail right along the curve of his jaw. "Did you think you could keep a secret here in the barn?"

"I.. mean... I.. I... " He stammered as the hand on his jaw moved down to cup beneath his chin. His heart started to pound faster.

"I stayed after to see if it was only the horses you enjoyed. After all, I can understand the sentiment. Such fine beasts the stallions are." She came in closer and he was nearly touching Sateen's haunches. The touch was making it hard to think.

_Oh god, is she seducing me? _ The thought chased the cold away with a hot rush of desire as her breasts nearly brushed against his chest.

"I like people too," He kept his voice firm and even deepened it as he responded. "I enjoy humans, but I love horses as well. I never thought it was so wrong.."

"No, and it's not.." Mary's lips twitched in a grin, she was so close that he could nearly kiss her if he wanted to. The warm scent of her perfume filled his nose and he wondered if this was some sort of fantasy of her hers, to seduce a stableboy like some old fashioned romance novel.

She ended the questions going through his mind with a brush of her lips. Alarm bells went off, this was his employers wife, he should not be doing this. But her lips were soft and sweet against his own, and it was compounded with the fact that he was pressed against Sateen's warm haunches. The scent of horse was rich in the air as he kissed her in returned and moved his hands up to slip along her hips. His thumbs brushed upwards lightly as her tongue ran a hot wet line over his lips as well. His body reacted eagerly to the simple touch, but it was over too soon. She pulled her lips back and licked them lightly before grinning up at him.

"Would you like to help me fulfill a little fantasy I've had for a long time now?" Mary's voice was a husky purr that made a slow smile curl on his lips.

"Oh yes... yes I would..." He breathed out and leaned forward to claim her lips again. What better way to spend an evening in the stable then with a woman that nearly every man on the estate lusted after and near one of his beloved horses.

"Excellent, I knew you would." Mary leaned backwards to avoid his lips and ran her fingers down his chest. "I'm sure Sateen would love you to take care of her need..."

"S-sateen.." He blinked and stirred past his confused lust and straightened up as she stepped back with a smile on her face.

"Oh yes, I'd love to see you with a mare. Such an erotic sight..." She trailed her fingers down towards his stomach lightly. "Edward would never behave so, but you.. you would..."

"You want to watch me with her." He brightened up, though he felt a touch of confusion. "I wouldn't mind giving you a show, ma'am, if I could have you afterwards..."

He said the last as boldly as he could manage and let his fingers slip along the edges of her hips so that he could feel the edge of the taut riding hips that clothed her lower body. His breath came out in a shiver as she rolled her hips forward to rub along him lightly so he could feel that his own pants had become a bit too tight.

"I promise, if you are still... ready afterwards, I will be more then happy to let you make a mare of me." Mary's lips parted in a smile. "As long as you pleasure Sateen in front of me first..."

"I would love to.." He ran his fingers back along the small of her back and then licked his lips eagerly. A chance to have his favorite mare and then.. then she'd be roused and eager for him. "Oh yes, I would love to." He breathed out eagerly as desire flared through him. He meant every word.

~ ~ * ~ ~

Mary McCullin pulled the bale of straw into the stall and closed both sets of doors so they were left alone. Not even the other horses could peer in and see what was going on. They were all alone, which is exactly what she wanted when she'd started this little adventure. Tim's hair fell forward along his eyes and he looked younger for it as he glanced at her and moved behind her well bred mare so that his fingers ran along the inner haunches. She put heat in her eyes as she leaned forward and ran her tongue along her lips. Not that the sight was unpleasant, but she had no designs on Tim's body. None at all. Edward was a powerful, handsome and eager husband who tended her needs. Her own lusts hadn't brought her here.

"Just pretend that I'm not here.." She grinned over at him as Tim gave another flickering look that showed a bit of nervousness. It was rather cute seeing him so flustered just by her presence.

He moved his hands down and her mare let out a short noise before her tail flagged up. That alone told her how often he had been in here with her horse, and who knew how many others. Tim watched her with heat in his eyes as he used his fingers to tease the fluttering winking folds and she didn't look away. She made sure her face showed desire as much as his did as his finger trailed between the glistening lips and ran right along the plump swollen bud of the clit. Except, it wasn't lust that she was thinking about. It was how to best punish him for what he had done and what he planned to do. And not for toying with their horses. They took no harm from the act and he was a wonderful groom to them. As long he didn't hurt them she had allowed him his fun and games, it had even been amusing to watch him getting all flustered when they brought out a mare to be bred.

No, she was here to punish him for threatening to betray their family. She knew that she was right to keep their secrets from him, but he'd still figured it out at least in part. He'd managed to catch Emily on film more then once when she'd been practicing what she'd been taught. He hadn't come to them about it, instead he'd hidden the knowledge with the intent to harm her family. That wasn't to be tolerated. That wasn't to be allowed. She would see that he was punished... appropriately. A whicker made her shift her eyes to her horse as Tim slipped his fingers inwards and rubbed his nose against her smooth haunch, almost mimicking the way a stallion would behave.

"You need to act more like a stallion, my dear. Has no one shown you better?" She put a purr in her voice and Tim blinked at her. "I could help you.. in fact, I would love to help you behave more like what her lover should be."

"Oh yes..' His eyes brightened up. She could only imagine what he was thinking about. Likely he was thinking about her helping him in another way.

~ ~ * ~ ~

Tim didn't hesitate to accept Mary's help. His eyes were locked on her body and for the first time he was as enamored with her as he was with the mare in front of him. He let her pull him away from the mare and her warm sweet scent and had grinned when she suggested he get undressed. She'd even helped him unbutton his shirt and slip it off so it was laid across the straw bale and it was soon followed by his shoes, pants and boxers. He'd tried to get her to do the same, he'd teased her with not letting him see her naked when she was seeing all of him, but she'd laughed it off. It was disappointing, but her touch down his back and the look she gave him kept him eager as she left the stall to gather something helpful.

"Your mistress is an interesting one Sateen." He murmured and ran his fingers along the softest part of her inner thighs. The mare's tail was hiked up as he teased his fingers upwards to brush along her teats as well.

Sateen whickered as if in agreement and he rolled the nipple back and forth lightly against the pad of his thumb. The mare lashed her tail and pranced uneasily and he ran his other finger up along the outer lips so that they fluttered and winked a bit more eagerly. It made him painfully aware of the fact that he was erect and very very eager. His body was aching as his tip brushed along the curve of his belly and left a slight damp patch against his skin.

"Here we go, we need you to be her stallion don't we?" Mary came back with a thick soft rope in her hands. As he watched she twisted it about so that it formed a loop.

"And here I thought I was stallion enough.." He teased and lifted his brows, flushing a bit as her eyes ran over his naked body.

"Don't you like playing games, Tim? I do..." Mary stepped forward and touched him beneath the chin so he could lower his head. "Today you'll be a powerful handsome stallion, just while you're with Sateen you'll be all the stallion you ever wanted."

"Yes, ma'am..." he grinned as she slipped the rope over his head and looped the round portion just over his nose and cheeks and the rest went around his head.

It was just like a halter he would make when he had to have one quickly or was too lazy to go find a halter. He grinned as she tugged the lead and gave a light tug so that he walked forward towards Sateen at her lead.

"There's my good lad, here's your mare, your fertile mare, all for you.." She crooned the words and he grinned hugely before mimicking a little whicker. "That's my fine fellow."

Roleplay! He looked over Mary's body and flared his nostrils a little bit as he was pulled towards the black mare. He'd have never though the sharp tongued woman would ever be into anything so kinky, but he was tugged forward step by step on the lead. Her hand stroked along the line of his back as her fingers trailed downwards towards the curve of his rump. She murmured soft words, just as she might to one of her studs and he acted the part with his head tossing and snorting. He grinned as he playfully pawed at the straw with one bare foot. He let himself be drawn towards the hind quarters and moved up to touch the curve of the haunches with his finger tips. At least, he started, but he was stopped as something hard, leather snapped out against the back of his hands.

"Now now, let's not behave that badly. You have lips and a mouth." Mary purred the words and he lifted his brow a bit, but the tug on the halter made him lower his head towards the bared folds.

Her fingers went back to teasing along his back as he drew in Sateen's scent and shivered. It was a warm scent that teased the senses while he leaned forward under her direction and brushed his lips right along the edges of the inner thigh. The hand that had been on his back brushed lightly to trail down along his spine and moved so that a leather riding crop brushed against him. He squirmed a little bit at the rough edges of the flat end, but it only added to the bit of thrill he felt at the role play. He licked upwards and trailed his nose along the mare's inner thigh as her long hairs brushed along the edges of his shoulder. The tail was twitching restlessly as she wasn't used to this sort of play, well at least not by a human.

He licked upwards against her folds and gave a light caress that caught some of the slickness on his tongue. His cheeks flushed hotly as he heard Mary's breath hiss and he did it again just to show her what she had to look forward to. He did it sensually and slowly as he traced along the outer folds and then dipped inwards to the point that he could smooth along the clit. The mare tensed up a little bit and he did it again as the folds winked open for him and then snugged together. The riding crop on his back trailed down and brushed just along the curve of his ass until they touched along his balls. It was an unfamiliar and slightly strange feel, but he wriggled into it as the crop traced around one orb and then the other.

And left heat behind..

"Mmph.." He lifted his head up just as Mary murmured something under her breath and the heat on his orbs suddenly spiked up a notch and he sucked in a sharp mare scented breath.

"Shh, just relax, we have to have you behave like a stallion don't we?" Mary murmured as he pulled his head higher up and blinked as the heat just grew. His loins felt as if they had spiked a fever, though no other part of his body.

"What did you do?" He blinked and felt almost drugged as he stared down at his own erection, except, something wasn't right.

The pale pink flesh was starting to show splashes of darkness. The spots spread outwards and flowed upwards along his girth and towards his tip chasing away the paleness of his flesh. That made him step back until the make shift halter drew him up short and the rope tugged against his head. Mary gripped the other end of the lead so he could go more then a few steps away. The darkness that spread over his cock slipped downwards towards his balls until the lower part of his loins was stained in the dark colored flesh.

"I'm going to make you her stallion, of course, but I doubt you'll satisfy her with a human's equipment. Or me for that matter." Mary purred the last words as he let out a soft fearful cry.

"How are you doing this?!" He jerked harder and moved his hands down just as his orbs started to swell and grow larger.

He touched the edges of his flesh as the orbs began to grow warmer and heavier. The flesh was pulled taut as his orbs grew larger and larger. The flesh became leathery feeling under his seeking touch, but that wasn't the only thing to start growing. He could feel his cock throbbing in time with his heart beat as it started to strain open wider and wider. His tip grew thicker and began to spread open so that it became less mushroom shaped. The weight of the glans began to make his cock droop downwards away from his body as inch after inch pushed outwards from his groin. It was almost like he was growing hard again, except he had already been hard!

The flesh rolled down his cock, a ring formed around the middle portion as it grew to eleven inches, and then twelve and then it kept growing. It became as thick around his wrist as it drooped down towards his thighs and he caught the sharp sweet scent of horse coming from his loins. His hands reached up and fingered the edges of the cock just as a roll of flesh started to form around the base. The leathery flesh started to become coated with a fine sprinkling of short white fur that trailed upwards to create a path along the line of his belly and navel. A horse cock, he was growing a horse cock! Not a human cock at all!

"Magic, my dear boy. I know that you know about it." Mary reached a hand down and caught it along the tip of his drooping glans so that she smeared the precum about. "Now, now, don't be so upset. Everyone figures it out eventually and that means we can play our little game together properly. I promise, you won't be a stallion when morning comes."

"O-okay.." He blinked a bit nervously and then groaned out as the fingers closed down around his cock tip and gave a firm squeeze that made him roll his hips forward.

"Now, let's not forget our role in all of this.. Let me help you.." Her fingers moved to trail along his lips while he was still growing accustomed to the weight of the powerful cock along his belly.

"O-Eeeeheeheheehe.." The words faded away into a rough horse's whicker even as he formed them and he snapped his jaws shut.

Oh god, what have I gotten myself into.. He felt half wild as the lead was tugged again and he was pulled forward.

Tim felt half terrified that somehow this woman, this witch?, had so casually changed him from what he used to be. He stared down at his swaying dark cock as it brushed against his thighs and tried to find a way out of this. Except, Mary seemed to be enjoying himself. He had been told that she wouldn't keep him this way. He wouldn't be a stallion forever, this was all just a part of the game that she was playing. She wanted it to be realistic. She wanted him to behave like a stallion and be able to use Sateen as a stallion. She had TOLD him that. With a breath he let himself relax, except the sigh came out as a short huffing noise as he was drawn forward and his lips brushed right up against the inner thighs of the mare again. He was going to go back to teasing her, but this time the scent of her wasn't just a pleasant horse scent.

This time, the scent flooded his nostrils and he blinked a little bit as he tried to draw in a deeper breath. His nostrils flared open wide and he lifted his nose to brush up against her inner thighs to drag in the sweet hot scent as deep as it could. It was like nothing he had ever smelled and he licked out without a thought. This time he licked with hard firm strokes against the outer folds. He pushed at them and swirled around the edges of the clit while he let out a rough noise deep in his throat. God, it smelled like nothing else in the world. His heart started to pound faster as he ran his tongue upwards and caught right against the little mare's clit and rolled it on his tongue until the eager arousal coated his lips and even the tip of his nose. He only wanted more.

He was dimly aware that his terror was being lost in the act of being a horse, but it was better then staring down at himself like an idiot while Mary was watching. The thought made him open his eyes to see her grinning eagerly at him as he snuffled against the mare's haunches. She liked this. He could see her watching him so brightly that she just had to want to see a man do this for some time. She'd even gone so far as to make sure that he looked the part. The look in her eyes and the scent that filled his muzzle combined to make his loins tighten. A thick drool of precum oozed down out of his tip before the base of his cock stiffened and it slapped up against his chest. This was his mare! This was HIS! His lips twitched and he sucked in a breath before darting in to nip her haunch so that she let out a little squeal.

That startled him and he jerked his head up before sucking in a breath to try and clear his mind. He backed away and tugged against the makeshift halter nervously while clearing his nose as much as he could. What had she done to him? He looked at her nervously and swallowed before opening his mouth to tell her that this wasn't a good idea. Except, the sound name came out, a low whinny spilled free and Sateen answered it right back just as she would have to a stallion. He stared wildly at Mary as she yanked the halter and forced him forward again.

"Easy boy, easy.." Mary grinned and reached her hand down to grip the base of his cock and squeezed it. The touch startled him and he trembled slightly.

What is she doing? This isn't right, this isn't... right..

"Here we go, here we go, let's just walk those nerves out. " Mary tugged his halter and he stepped forward automatically and took a step, before her touch to his chest stopped him. "No, no, not prancing on your hind legs, on all fours, now."

Tim blinked and couldn't stop himself, he dropped his hands down and they pressed against the hay so that his ass was in the air and he walked around on hands and feet in a circle. It was humiliating as she pulled at his lead and walked in him as wide as a circle as she could get in the loose stall. It wasn't just awkward in terms of trying to keep his balance and feeling his naked ass in the air, it was awkward in the fact his cock was hanging heavy and swollen beneath his belly. It swayed back and forth, sometimes bumping his legs as it shifted about in time with his steps. It wasn't until she walked him around a third time that he realized he was being walked about like a stallion being presented to a mare. The nerves being walked off so he didn't get too demanding before she was ready.

His cheeks burned a hot red with a sudden rush of humiliation that hit him as he was treated like a randy little animal. She walked him a fourth loop before stopping him and Mary crouched down before trailing her fingers from the top of his shoulders downwards. It was a light touch that massaged all the way down towards his wrists. And where it touched, heat began to spread through him and he jerked backwards. He tried to stand up properly, but his body wouldn't do it. It felt as if invisible bonds were being wrapped around him so he couldn't struggle past it. He snarled out to himself, but it only came out a short squeal before his arms started to change.

The bones began to realign themselves and the skin flowed as they lengthened and became thicker and the elbows shifted. He yelped out softly at a popping sound and reared up again so he nearly yanked the halter away as the bones changed into something that didn't belong on a human. Instead, they formed a roughly made set of forelegs that was only barely human in the shape of his hands. The heat flared open around the edges along his chest and over his back. As he fought the halter he realized that he was starting to grow larger. His body reshaping itself as Mary trailed her fingers down along his hips with a gentle touch.

"Stop struggling, poor thing. Don't you want your mare? Can't you smell her?" Mary purred and ran a finger along the curve of his chin as Tim dropped down to all fours and twisted about.

His hips were changing! He watched them starting to thicken as his knees popped and the joints bent backwards the wrong way. He let out a short noise and the changing bones moved all the way down towards his ankles as they pushed upwards instead of down. His toes began to thicken, and that was his moment of panic before something dark rolled over his nails and started to stiffen up. He couldn't feel his toes. He couldn't feel them! He squealed out as the hooves started to form where his toes had been. He twisted and jerked backwards, but Mary gripped the lead right beneath his chin so that he was forced to hold still. He could twist his head just enough to watch the grey coat starting to flow over his haunches and along his legs.

"Hush, such a fuss... you agreed to play our game." She murmured UP at him, and he realized he'd grown larger, far larger then he had been.

The fur rolled up along his back, and he trembled in place as he felt a slight pressure and then pain along the base of his spine. He twisted his head as far as it would go and watched as a thick tail spilled out behind his dappled hind quarters. Hind quarters, not his ass! He had hind quarters, a horse's hind quarters. The thick fur rolled upwards and spread along his chest as it barreled out and became heavier than his own had ever been. This wasn't right. This wasn't supposed to be happening, this couldn't be happening. He stepped backwards and his rump pushed against Sateen who turned and nipped him so he was startled forward again towards Mary. Her hands moved up to rub along his bare cheek as he snorted roughly and she grinned.

"Ahh you don't want to play? I suppose I can leave you as a stallion, then..." She teased and he gave his head a sharp shake.

I'll be changed back, I'll be changed back, that's right.. It was somewhat reassuring as the lead was tugged and he moved his changed body about. _It's all just a game, a weird game, but a game... _

It was so odd to be on fore legs, but it wasn't awkward. He was able to walk about without many problems, though his oversized hands found it awkward as they slapped against the hay and his hooves clopped against the straw. His tail lashed back and forth while he puzzled out exactly how to get himself up and moving the way he should. His elbows bent the wrong way, but it allowed him to lift his hooves up as if they were forelegs instead of human hands. He couldn't even move his fingers! He tried to wiggle them, but he couldn't, they were locked under Mary's command it seemed. He gave her a look as she tugged his head about and he bumped into the forgotten mare.

He hadn't been paying attention to her, he had forgotten she was even there for the most part. But the moment his head was turned about so that he was facing the mare the hot scent hit his nose again and the world started to fade away. The fear of what had happened melted as the warmth of it made him twitch his nostrils and he focused on her nervously prancing form. Her tail was back down, and her ears were back so that she looked ready to bolt. She was obviously nervous about what was happening in her stall, but he wasn't. Not anymore. Mary tugged his lead so he stepped forward again and dropped his nose to snuffle against her haunch. The scent hit him and made his half softened shaft start to swell in reaction. His tail lashed back and forth and he nipped against her leg lightly.

"That's my good boy, that's a fine fellow.." Mary murmured softly and he nipped harder so that Sateen let out a little squeal and pranced forward as if trying to get away. She didn't get far.

The moment she went forward he lunged forward and tried to follow her. His chest pushed up against her haunches and then the lead tugged him back again. He blinked a little and tried to make his thoughts work, but they were starting to slow as he was so close to that rich sweet scent. He lowered his head and nosed at the tail slightly. He barely heard the sounds that she made, not when the tail started to flick upwards and he caught a flash of the winking folds. Sateen snorted out nervously as she bared herself and twitched her tail to one side. Obviously not sure of the strange creature behind her, but Tim was sure. Tim was positive.

"There we go, lad..." Mary drawled out the words and let the lead slip from her fingers as he nosed and pushed against the winking folds lightly. "No reason to be nervous, you won't be a stallion after this, I promise."

He blinked his eyes a few time as he tried to take comfort in those words. He tried to, but his mind was starting to be fogged over by the scent of the mare in front of him. His body knew what to do and it was oh so eager to do it. The thick dark flesh beneath his changed belly pulsed and flexed upwards so that a dribble of precum oozed out of it. He let out a sharp whicker and shifted on his haunches while pushing up against Sateen. It wasn't until his chest pushed upwards that he realized that he was far larger then her. He wasn't a graceful warmblood with clean graceful lines, but something heavier, larger, bigger then any riding horse. He thudded forward while his chest rubbed upwards and the thought that he wasn't the right shape fled him. He didn't care, he wanted the mare!

Mary let out an encouraging noise as he squealed and reared up onto his haunches and his useless hands slipped up against either side of her haunches. His loins tightened and his heavy cock swayed upwards so that it stiffened into a firm spire. His chest pushed down against her haunches while she pranced and shifted beneath him. She was nearly bolting out from beneath him, but his chest rose with a sense of possession and dominance. With a squeal his cock tip pushed right up against the curve of the haunches and left a smear of precum over the curve of the inner thighs and his forelegs slipped to either side of her hips and yanked her backwards.

The lead went slack from his halter, but he didn't care, all that mattered was the mare beneath him. His powerful haunches arched upwards and he tried to push forward frantically. The hardened shaft bumped and pushed slightly against the teats and then slipped upwards so that it was trapped right beneath his belly. He squealed out a little bit and he squeezed against her haunches as he rolled his hips forward in desperation. It wasn't like when he stood behind her on a stool, his cock tip jabbed and pushed up over her haunches and down between her legs as he tried to find his mark. He grew half wild to get at what he wanted, and then something gripped right behind his glans and gave a firm squeeze as a thick goopy drool of precum oozed over the edge.

He saw Mary standing beside him and his cheeks burned as he realized that she was aiming him just like a real stallion. It was humiliating, but the humiliation didn't stop him from feeling the tip kiss the winking folds and the mare's arousal smeared along him. With a final squeal his haunches tightened up and he flagged his tail up before driving himself forward. His nose brushed against the edges of Sateen's mane as she jerked beneath him and his tip plunged into her body. The tight heat of her spread open wider and wider, straining open to squeeze him while he let out a shallow moaning cry at the first rippling pull of the powerful muscles.

His tip drooled out a hot dribble of viscous precum into her passage as he walked forward on his hind legs until he could arch his back and lunge forward. His cock plunged into the fertile depths and the walls started to clench and massage around him. The smooth feverish silk of them caressed him all the way up to his medial ring as he let out a short grunting cry before yanking backwards again. It was so much tighter now, he was large enough to fill her, stretch her even. He forced the walls open wider when he drove forward and his base started to push the outer lips inwards. He forgot about everything but the feel of the walls gripping around him. He forgot about everything except the need that started to make it impossible to think past the next thrust, the next drive that buried his cock inside of the mare.

Mary moved just in his line of vision with a grin on her face, he thought it was odd she wasn't watching the show from a better point. At least, part of him thought it, the part that could still think. Sateen let out a short whickering cry as he threw his weight forward and his powerful haunches covered his own. He was big enough that he nearly had to spread his hind legs open to wrap around her before the base of his cock strained her open all the way to the point that his heavy orbs slapped up between her legs and then drew back again. Her wetness coated him, and the hot scent of her heat filled his nose. The was his mare, this was HIS and no one elses! He couldn't work past the thoughts as his thrusts started to grow short and hard.

He barely moved his hips back before plunging forward again. His useless hands tucked in close against her belly as he could get and yanked her backwards to be sure each thrust would plunge him all the way up to the point his glans hit her cervix. He rubbed against it until his cock started to bow under the pressure before he pulled out. Nothing mattered but the mare. Nothing mattered but the fact his orbs were so painfully full between his legs. He began to roll his hips in shuddering thrusts that rocked her beneath him as his swollen tip pushed up against her cervix and he felt her leaning back against him to help him hilt. His nostrils flared open wide as a thick drop of precum smeared itself along the edges of it and his tip began to flare open larger and larger.

Mary's hand brushed against his shoulder, and he barely stirred as his balls tightened between his legs and the need started to build up on itself. His breathing came out faster and harder as he pulled backwards and then plunged forward again. The wild bucks send the mare rocking beneath him as the final thrust buried every last inch of his girth inside of her strained passage. He let out a short squeal as the moment the pleasure rolled over him he felt heat spilling over his shoulders and chest. He didn't care, the only thing that mattered was the first hot thick rush of his cream erupted from his cock tip and splashed deep inside of his mare. It hit up against her cervix and splashed against the opening as he nudged against it and tried to force it ever deeper.

He wanted more, he needed more, and he gave a few rolls of his hips as the quivering walls milked and he could feel the thick seed pooling along his flared tip. His breath came in hot pants as his neck stretched down and he brushed his muzzle against the curve of her neck. He tasted her scent as thick dark lips plucked against her. His forelegs were forced out and he snorted a little bit as a thick mane started to spill down along his neck, but it wasn't enough to stop the pleasurable feeling that rolled through him. A thicker mixture drooled out of his tip and spilled out to coat against her cervix as his gel oozed out and he felt a rush of pride and satisfaction that he'd managed to claim this mare as his very own! She was HIS and no one elses!

"It never would have worked unless you gave yourself in.." Mary murmured and Tim flicked his ears back before the panic that had been there was burned away in terror.

"There's a lad." The hand fell away and Mary caught the underside of the makeshift harness. "We've been needing a good draft horse, and I'm sure Storm would enjoy a friend. I think Smokey will suit you well enough, don't you?"

_Oh god... No, I'm not going to let this happen... _

"I did promise that you wouldn't be a stallion, though, didn't I?" Mary's voice was amused and drawling. "I will have to fix that, now won't I?"

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The McCullin's estate sprawled in splendor near a part of town that had never been very nice. A truck rattled it's way up along the road towards the main house and drove past pasture after pasture of horses that were striking to behold. Warmbloods and hunters of every line imaginable filled pastures. There were wobble legged foals and gravid mares, dominant stallions and calm geldings. They grazed and cropped beneath the warm summer sun ignoring the truck as it went towards the house and past the barns. The only one that lifted his head peered at the truck curiously and flicked his ears forward. Smokey swished his docked tail back and forth, the tightly braided hair made it more of a club, but instinct had him swishing it.

He recognized the truck and arched his neck a little bit as he realized what it meant. He had been taken out just this morning by John and had been groomed well. His legs had been shaved down so that the strong muscles stood out without the feathers in the way. His dappled hide gleamed grey, white and black and had a sheen to it from some oil rubbed into it. Even his mane had been tended and stood up in a ridge of braids each done up with a bit of ribbon in the darkness so that he was especially handsome. He picked up his hooves and trotted towards the gate where John was already coming down. He would be working today! He would be harnessed up and taken out to a show where they would admire him as he pulled a carriage or cart or even a plow to show his strength.

As he made his way towards the fence a flashing darker grey blur came up beside him and he shied slightly as Storm let out a squeal. The little gelding nipped at his legs and bit right along his upper hind leg so that he was forced to retreat. The pinned ears and white ringed eyes let him know that his pasture-mate wasn't pleased that he had left off grazing. With a little noise he backed away so that the sharp hooves couldn't kick him and peered up to where John had been joined by the truck driver. To get to them he'd have to get around the angry pony.

"Good lord, look at him, meek as you please." The truck driver laughed as he came up to the fence. "Does the pony always boss him around?"

"Storm's got a chip on his shoulder, the only one we can pasture him with is old Smokey. The big fella doesn't have a mean bone in his body and is happy to take the ponies lead." John grinned indulgently and whistled. "HO! STORM! Leave of him!"

The pony pinned his ears again and glared back at the fence before stalking to one side to deliver a final nip to Smokey's leg. The big Percheron lifted his hoof, but didn't strike back. He was used to the pony's moods afterall.

"They even look alike, don't they? Regular David and Goliath!" The truck driver tipped his hat back. "Well load him up. I was told we're going out to the state fair for the plow pull."

"I'll get him good to go," John murmured as Smokey plodded down to the fence line with a bit of relief at not having Storm chasing him again.

The big stallion nuzzled up to John and blew a warm breath into the hand that reached out to him. Sure enough, a butterscotch candy was in the palm for him to swipe up with his tongue. John was such a good man. He always had an extra treat for the draft horse and that meant there would likely be more if he behaved. He was lucky to have such a groom to tend to him. With whuffling breath he allowed the halter to be slid over his head and he was pulled through the gate leaving the pony behind. He had work to do, after all, and he wanted to make his Masters proud.