FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

I was horny.

There's really no other way to put it, and not make me sound completely crazy. I mean, I could tell you the real reason I did what I did, but would you believe me? Sure, I've read my share of horror short stories about low-lifes who aren't happy enough with their existences, and so they go to seek out some wayward, rebellious demon for the honor and privilege of living out their dreams and deepest fantasies. Who hasn't, right?

I just never really thought I'd be one of them.

The low-lifes, I mean, not the demons.

To be fair and honest with you, I was very happy with my life. A thirty-something with time and money to burn, thanks to a generous ex-husband who insisted on splitting our fortunes down the middle, doing away with the need for blood-sucking lawyers and tedious court appearances. I had a nice red Jaguar F-type convertible, which I'd really like to drive again someday...

Oh come on, Sarah, we know that's a pipe dream...

I'm Sarah, by the way. Sarah Cross. Well, I also used to go by "Malibu". Ugh, I hated that name. I'll never understand why the old man chose that for me. I wasn't blonde, and nowhere near the looks of a California girl. I'm, well...I was a red-haired, blue-eyed Irish gal from East Texas, born and raised near Houston, surrounded by oil fields. Yeah, if you've been reading the local papers, you'd know the O'Hare family has been quite the story the last several decades. We'd give the Ewings from that TV show "Dallas" a run for their money, that's for sure. My dad George Carlson O'Hare might be dead and gone, but the old man sure knew how to make money...

Oh, right...the old man. I guess I should talk about him a little bit, since he's the reason I'm even in this predicament to begin with. I can see him now, just staring at me from the short wooden fence, coated in faded fire-engine red paint that must have been splashed on during the Great Depression.

I suppose I could jump it, and maybe lay a good hard hoof-kick into the bastard's leering face on my way out. I still really hate him for what he did to me. But I really can't jump around too much, not in my condition right now.

Besides, as you all know, demons can read minds.

I really wasn't sure what I was looking for when I wheeled my Jaguar up the narrow dirt path from Long Tall Oak Road and drove through the wooded field to this mysterious ranch, smack in the middle of Nowhere, Texas. Maybe I was lost and was looking for directions. I remember I was driving, missed a turn...I don't know, it's hard to remember sometimes. I'm finding that a lot of my human memories and thoughts are fading slowly, browning like old, dried Polaroid pictures left out in the sun too long.

But I surely do remember when I first met the old man by the fence...

**

"Hey," I grinned as I walked up to the fence he was standing next to. I'm normally a sociable, friendly gal, and I realize now that could have been the start of my undoing. "How are you today?" I spoke slowly and carefully. The man looked like a feather would knock him down, and he could have rivaled Methuselah in age.

His snow-white beard shook as he chuckled, and hollow brown eyes crawled over my tight t-shirt and jean shorts. "Afternoon, ma'am," he spoke with the unmistakable drawl of a native Texan.

That could have been it. I could have smiled, nodded and walked away. But then I heard a loud whinny from the field we were near, and a beautiful black stallion practically cantered into view, a shiny and thick black mane spilling over his neck in waves. I couldn't help but admire him. "Oh my, he's a black beauty if ever I saw one..." I was entranced with him, watching this majestic horse prance right past me, close enough for me to brush my hand across his side and flank.

I've always loved horses. Growing up surrounded in wealth, you pretty much were forced to know about them right away. I wasn't a gone fanatic about them, but I thought I knew enough. We owned several race-horses, part of a hunting party of Thoroughbred field horses and a wide, large stable and barn to keep them in. My fondest human memories are, as a little girl, coming up to one of the Thoroughbreds and letting him nibble an apple from out of my hand. The warm, yet tickling sensation of his muzzle brushing at my fingers always made me squeal with delight.

I watched this gorgeous black stallion trot over to another horse, a mare, a beautiful golden American Quarter from the looks of her, and join muzzles in a brief display of affection. To my surprise, he then moved behind her, and for the first time I noticed his erection. It was full and thick, a throbbing spire of at least 20 inches of warm flesh between his legs, as hard as stone and ready for action.

"She's gonna get it good in a minute, if'n you care to watch, little lady," the old man smiled through a set of rotting teeth. His breath absolutely reeked.

The mare nickered softly, swishing her tail back and forth, and seemed to smile as the stallion reared up and then settled his forelegs up against her back, clinging to her tightly. I licked my lips, watching this powerful horse dominate his companion fully, thrusting his hot horse-cock as deep and as hard into her as he could. For a few moments, I watched their erotic dance, the way the stallion's flanks flexed and tightened each time he thrust forward. The mare's huge eyes lidded in ecstatic pleasure and her body trembled. It was a wonder her legs were steady enough to keep her upright as they wobbled back and forth with the hot and hard thrusts from behind.

After what seemed like forever, a few burly ranch-hands dressed in faded blue jeans and red flannel shirts rushed towards the amorous couple, latched their arms around the stallion's thick neck, and pulled him backwards, causing him to neigh in protest. His pumping flesh slid out of the mare and I could clearly see several hard jets of milky sperm flying from the tip as he climaxed wildly into the grass. I nearly wet myself, and a hand stole against my crotch, trying to rub for some relief. Mentally, I was jumping over the fence and grabbing the horse by his huge genitals with both hands, eager to pump some of that luscious cum out for myself, letting it spatter all over me in...

"Oh my...God..." I breathed heavily, as if I'd just completed the act I'd been fantasizing about, and gripped the fence so tightly my fingers looked pale. "That was so...hot..."

The old man nodded. "Happens all the time..." He sidled closer to me and grinned, pointing with a spidery, withered set of fingers towards the equine couple, "that there's the teaser mare..."

"The teaser mare...?" I was starting to tremble some, still thinking about the erotic act I'd witnessed.

"Ayup. The mare goes around to the studs in the group, ready for matin', shows them her stuff, and gets a horse into her. After some time, the horse gets yanked out before it gets too far, and they check the amount of sperm flyin' out. If'n it's a lot, he's ready for breedin'."

I suddenly felt incredibly warm. "Y-you don't say..." I'd never heard of the term myself, but then again, I didn't know everything about horses. Lust was taking over me. The idea that one mare, one lucky girl, had access to all the horse-cock she could ever dream for. That she could be deeply, wildly fucked over and over...and...

I began to get so horny I could feel a burning, bristling itch against my mound now. If the old man had gladly laid down on his back naked on the ground, and he'd been able to get it up, I'd have mounted him like a butterfly on a pressboard. I squirmed and shuffled my feet back and forth, feeling the intense heat between my thighs.

"You okay there, ma'am?" The old man was taking an interest in me that at any other time would have chilled me to the bone.

"Y-yes...I..." I was getting no relief this way. I was about to head off and jump back into my car. Surely I could drive a fair piece down this deserted road, pull off to the side and masturbate until I saw stars.

But what the old man said next stopped me cold. "You wanna try it out?"

I stared at him, but his expression seemed sincere and genuine. "Try...what out?"

He smiled and nodded to the mare now grazing peacefully in the field, apparently over her salacious encounter. "I'll let ya try it out, if'n you want. No harm, no foul. Forty days and forty nights, and you can have all the fun you want..."

"I'm not following..."

"I'm sayin'," He laid his hand over mine and I nearly gagged at the stench coming off of him. He smelled like rotting flesh, I swear. "You can be a mare for a spell..." Then he chuckled, "Well, I guess you'd sure enough be spelled at that, wouldn't ya?" He threw back his head and cackled a little too long and loud.

I shook my head slowly, still in the dark. "Wait...what the hell are you saying?!"

The old man's eyes turned dark and he gripped my fingers quite strongly for his age. "I'm saying, Sarah," he spoke much more clearly, his accent gone, and somehow his voice seemed much younger. "...that I'll let you become a mare for a while. Forty days. No gimmicks, no tricks. At the end of the time, I'll make you human again and you can be on your way like nothing happened, and no time passed. There's just one little promise you gotta make for me." He licked his dried, cracking lips and his tongue resembled a serpent's. "You see...I'm...well, I really hate to ask this but it's part of the agreement. If you can't last the whole forty days and nights, if you go insane at any point, or you want me to turn you back into a human before the time's up, well," he sighed and looked away from me, casually looking across the field at the horses. "I kinda get to own your soul and take you to Hell..."

I snorted laughter and shook my hand away from his. "Oh really? You can do that huh?" I started to head off.

"What, you don't believe me?"

"And your first clue was...?" I shot back, walking towards my car.

"Sarah Cross, listen to me. You can go back to your Jag and drive off, and find a nice place to unwind, slip your hand down under those black silk panties you have on, and rub your pussy 'til it's as slick as oil if you want to. But you're never gonna get another opportunity like this. I don't offer it more than once, and then I'm gone, you understand?"

I stopped dead in my tracks and looked back at him, trying to puzzle out how the hell he knew so much about me. Maybe I'd told him my name when I met? Maybe he could see a trace of black under my jean shorts...?

The old man stared back at me. There was no trace of a smile. "Tell ya what I'll do," he blew a black puff of smoke from his mouth - which was funny because I hadn't noticed a cigarette in his hands. "I'll give ya a taste. The master kinda gets bent outta shape about it, but I'm allowed to if it'll help settle things..."

"A taste...of what?" I asked, still keeping my distance.

He never moved from the fence and his gaze went back to the gathered horses in the field. "Close your eyes, Sarah. Close 'em good and tight and keep 'em closed."

I took a step backwards. "Look, if this is some kind of gag, I'm past seeing it as funny, pal."

"Do it NOW!" he roared at me and something far off from common sense took over me, and I dutifully shut my lids.

A bright white light flashed in front of me, and I felt something under my feet. It was no longer the dirty, dusty and winding trail of the ranch path. It was grass. Soft, warm grass on a cloudless summer day in July. It felt fantastic. I wanted to lie down in it, to roll around in it and enjoy its scent and touch all over my bare body. I heard a soft nicker and then felt the cool press of a horse's nose nudging against my face. I smiled. The warmth of the equine's breath filled me with instant desire. I wanted him and needed him. His muzzle started to explore my body, brushing along my neck, and I could feel his large teeth nip playfully at me, for all the world like tender love-bites.

I sighed deeply, lost in the strong scent of his permeating musk, and his muzzle moved along my side, across my back. His large tongue lapped at my ass, generating a copious amount of perspiration and heat from an aching, swollen hole I desperately wanted him to fill with his love. I suddenly felt his strong forelegs clench my sides, and his mouth moved up to my back to bite and hold me in place.

I let out a little cry that sounded more like a sharp whinny, and then he was moving forward. I felt him push the swollen, hard and thick tip of his cock up against my folds. I shook my head back and forth, continuing to whinny as he thrust into me with sheer power and dominance. I threw my head back and cried as my pussy was suddenly filled completely with horse-cock, so much of it I could barely fit it in. My folds instinctively tried to push out the intrusion, but in time the contractions became stronger and tighter, and I was trying to pull more of his flesh inside me.

I had never felt anything quite like it. Even thinking about it now makes me so wet. That horse took me on a high I swear I'd never come down from. Even as he kept pounding into me from behind, I was having so many orgasms over and over again that fluids were practically leaking from the corners of my folds, soaking his hot cock in my endless stream of cum. I whinnied again, a long, loud sound of ecstasy, and climaxed one more time wildly around his cock in several hard gushes. He seemed to understand and held still, not thrusting anymore, allowing his cock to settle inside me as deep as it could possibly be. His soft nickers soothed me to no end and before too long I was nickering back, looking over my shoulder at him with nothing but lust.

Then the horse's face shifted and changed and then I was staring into the face of the old man. I startled and my hands went to my face as I cried out and looked around me wildly.

I was back at the fence. I breathed heavily, still tingling from the experience, and felt a coolness around my hips. I looked down and noticed a large wet spot between my legs, and the stickiness of my gushings still fresh in my panties. I'd somehow cum a flood...but...but how?

"What...just happened?" I put a hand to my chest, trying to control my panting. I was embarrassed to say the least and more than ever, I thought I was ready to return to the car, this time to fish out a towel from my belongings.

"Felt good, didn't it?" the old man smiled slowly, and this time it looked frightening, like it belonged on a Halloween Jack-o'-lantern.

Nervously I ran my hand down my thigh, realizing a bit of my leakage had dripped down. "I...well...y-yeah..." How could I lie to him? I'm not sure to this day how he did what he did, being able to get me to experience it, but all I knew was one thing: and it wasn't that I had to get back to my Jaguar and take off like a bat out of Hell.

All I wanted to do was experience that incredible erotic thrill again. Like I said...I was really horny...

"Sorry, ma'am," the old man shook his head, as though he'd peeked into my head and seen my thoughts. "One per customer. Them's the rules."

I finally could feel my heart beating a little less wildly and I stared at him, still in disbelief. "I'm dreaming...that's it," I reckoned, shaking my head slowly, "Or...m-maybe I was in an accident or something..." A thought occurred to me. I'd been moving pretty fast through the countryside in my quest to find...whatever I'd been looking for. Did I lose control around a tight curve and wrap my Jag around a tree?

"Relax," the old man snorted, "Nothin's wrong with you. Jesus fucking Christ, why do you guys and gals always go through the whole "am I dead? Am I dreaming?" crap every single time?" He quickly looked down at the ground. "Sorry, Lord."

"So wait...you were serious? About...turning me into...a...a horse?" I don't know what really happened to me at this point. The whole thing was just so outlandish and yet, I remembered being hot as hell watching the stallion having his way with that mare in the field. And now somehow, this creep had allowed me to experience it first-hand. The sense of something so big, and so long and hard...plunging into my tight pussy like that had made me orgasm enough to see stars. And now, I had the chance to experience it again and again...and with several of them... so many of them...

"Yeah, didn't I say so?!"

I swallowed hard. "You really...I mean...you can really do this...for me? For...forty days?"

"I can and I will. Provided you're alright with the agreement as per our conversation earlier this afternoon..."

I didn't quite understand what he meant at first but then I glanced up at the sky. It was no longer the sweltering July heat of early afternoon and the bright sun was definitely lower on the horizon, now seeming more like 5:00 or 6:00. "Oh right...our agreement. Um, I...I don't know..."

"Naw, it don't work that way, ma'am. You're either in or you're out. All the way, or no way. We don't take kindly to foot-draggers. But that's what you've been doing all your life anyway, isn't it, Sarah?" He started to grin smugly in a way I hated. "You wouldn't climb that tree when you were ten. You wouldn't go for the doctorate's degree you wanted when you were 23. You didn't want to get married when you were 25. And you didn't want to stick it out long when you were 34. Let's face it, sugar, your whole pathetic waste of life has been "I don't know."

I began to get mad. Blazing mad. So mad I was ready to rush this ancient asshole, pound him into the dirt and knock every last original tooth he still had out of his mouth. I was so blind with rage, but there was something more. My pussy was still tingling like crazy, now devoid of a heavy, thick horse-cock, and the flesh was aching for some attention.

I was mad, yeah...

But like I said before...I was also horny...

"What do I have to do?" I said evenly, coming up to him and standing almost nose to nose despite his reeking breath. "I'm not a quitter, you fucking asshole. Let's do it..."

The old man's eyes lit up so bright they looked like flames. "Alright, that's my girl, knew you'd come around!"

"Come on, fucker...do it already..." I swiped at my jeans, the lingering warmth of my orgasm still quite present. I swear I was salivating thinking about what was in store for me.

"Now, just hold tight to your panties, ma'am, we got to get you prepared." he added with an irritable sigh, "Sides, we gotta go over the contract first..." He waved his hand, and I caught the scent of brimstone as his fingers seemed to flash with sparks, and suddenly he had an iPad in his hands. "Confounded contraptions. Sometimes I wonder why the hell we got 'em at all. But...boss' orders." He tapped on the screen a few times and brought up a document. "Here we go...standard transformation contract. I keep forgetting what folder they're under. Read and sign..." He handed the iPad over to me and I saw the image of an ancient-looking parchment with barely readable, spiky script.

"So...I'll be a mare for forty days, you said?" I scanned the document, squinting a bit.

"Forty days and forty nights, ending at midnight on the fortieth day, yeah. Don't forget the inclusion of the insanity and escape clauses, like we talked about."

I read through the words as carefully as I could though they were pretty straightforward. If I was somehow driven insane, or wanted to back out early, Chuckles got to have my soul free and clear and bind me as a slave to Satan. Yeah, pretty standard. At the end of the document, instead of a place for my electronic signature, there was a checkbox and the words, "I have read and understand the contents of this contract and accept it as legally binding to Infernal Affairs."

"When you're ready," the old man sighed tiredly, "just tap the square and it'll add a checkmark, and we're in business..."

"Wait...once the forty days and nights are over, I go back to this exact day, right?"

"Like nothin' ever happened, yeah."

Forty days and forty nights of being serviced by hot, wild stallions over and over...

How could I possibly resist?

And better yet, how could I possibly get tired of that?!

I closed my eyes and stabbed my finger down on the screen, and then everything went black.

**

When I opened my eyes again, I realized I was laying inside someplace, away from the sunlight. I yawned and stretched like a cat, though all my limbs felt heavy and disjointed, before I turned my head around in something soft yet bristly. I opened my mouth and my tongue pushed out a sodden hunk of hay. "Ugh...eww...oh gross," I managed and slowly tried to sit up. In the dimness I could see I was in a small room of some sort, with wooden planks making up three walls and a large swinging door in front of me.

I snorted and pulled my head up further, turning it slowly until I could see myself laying in the hay - and got the shock of my life.

I was a mare and I looked gorgeous. A Shetland with a beautiful golden-brown coat, and powerful, spindly legs topped off with fluffy white fur around the hooves. My mane was long and silky light brown, spilling over my back like a wave coming to shore. Despite my shock, I was smiling. "I'll be God-damned," I whispered. "He did it. The bastard did it..." I struggled to get up. I was so anxious to try out my new form I'd completely forgotten I could no longer stand up normally from the ground, and it took me quite a while to prop my forelegs while pulling the rear part of me up.

Soon however I was on all four legs and looking around my new home curiously. The scent of horses was all around me, powerful and arousing. I whinnied softly to let my stall companions know I was here, and received a chorus of neighs and knickers as a reply. "Hey, hey, new girl!" "Oh wow, you sound hot..." "Welcome to the farm, ma'am..."

I was spellbound. Not only was I a horse, but I could understand the language too! I laughed and tossed my mane back. "Now, now boys," I teased, "There's plenty of time for us to get to know each other..."

"Oh you know it, girl," one of the horses answered. "Can't wait to see you out on the field..."

I was euphoric. I could imagine the stall-mates around me, probably already aroused and needing my loving attention. "Mmm...can't wait to see you either..." I practically moaned and felt the intense desire to mate come over me like lightning. The scent of my new sex permeated the stall I was in, and I whipped my new tail back and forth a few times, trying to fan it.

"Oh honey, you're driving me crazy over here!"

I giggled in a quiet nicker and continued waving my tail. "Mmm...getting all hard over there, baby?"

"Like you wouldn't believe..." the horse answered and I sensed the urgency of his tone. "It's like a big pole right now..."

"Mmm," I ran a large tongue over my teeth. "Well, hang on tight, because I've got a warm, tight and oh so wet pussy you can bury it in, baby..."

A few of the horses around me seemed to moan and neigh at once and I laughed, enjoying the teasing so much. I'd never wanted to get fucked so badly. There was a lust inside me that I never realized I had before. Maybe becoming a horse had amplified that need somehow.

Before I could answer more of the horses around me, I heard another sound approaching. Something strange. Something unlike a horse at all. My ears perked up and I listened as best I could.

"Simmer down in there, you guys, glory be, I'm a-comin' already!" My eyes widened and I shook my head a few times, trying to pick up the sound. It sounded like some kind of language, but it was nothing I'd ever heard before. "Ya'll always think yer gonna starve out here without me, is that it?" A grizzled but kind face poked inside the stable-door and looked around before focusing his gaze at me somewhat kindly. "Hey there, girl, welcome to the family. I'm Pete. One of the ranch-hands here..."

He kept opening and closing his mouth several times and I realized he was communicating with me. I had no idea what he was saying at all, so I mimicked his mouth movements, working my new jaw slowly up and down. He looked at me curiously and then reached a hand in to pet my muzzle.

"Now don't ya'll be frettin' none, girl. Got some real nice breakfast for ya here."

"Come on already!"

"Oh, I hope he's got some nice oats this morning..."

"Yeah, feed us, we're starving!"

As I listened to the other horses, It started to click inside my head that this person was going to give us food. I did realize, slightly ahead of the need for a good stiff horse-cock, I was rather hungry for food too. I caught the sharp scent of something sweet on my nostrils and my mouth watered. The man slowly opened the stall door I was in, holding a small bowl. I backed away a few steps, afraid.

"Easy, girl...easy..." He set the bowl down as close to me as he could and then tried to pet my muzzle again.

I looked down at the treat he had arranged for me and whinnied softly. "Oh, thank you, this looks yummy," I bent my head down and sniffed at the delightful mash of food and started in ravenously, my tongue poking at the mash and gathering it in to chew. "Mmm...oh, it's so good..."

"That's apple, honey and oats mashed together, you lucky thing," one of the horses neighed. "Great for your coat."

"Yeah, and other things, right Meadow?"

A chorus of laughter filled the stalls and the man turned to leave my stall. "Yeah, yeah, I'm comin', geez, keep yer fur on, boys!" He left me alone to finish my meal and I heard him speaking in his strange tongue to the other horses, stopping at each stall.

"So, you got a name, pretty girl?" One voice I recognized as Meadow's spoke up, and I suddenly realized he was in the stall beside mine.

I lowered my head and smiled, finishing off the rest of my breakfast before answering. "Sarah...and you're Meadow, right?"

"Sarah? Wow, that's a gorgeous name, ma'am..." I heard him take a few bites of his food and then stomp his hooves. "I can't wait to see what you look like."

I turned my head so that I could look at my new body and grinned. "Well, you'll see eventually. I can tell you I have a beautiful coat of golden fur you just want to caress all day. And..." I tried out my tail. "Silky soft tail...mmm, could you imagine this stroking your cock, baby?"

Meadow snorted and then chuckled. "I can indeed, Sarah. That tail brushing over my cock, as big and hard as it gets...I suspect I'll practically orgasm against you."

I smiled and felt my new heart beating faster. "Tell me what you want to do to me, Meadow...right now..."

"Yeah, tell her, Meadow!"

One of the other horses laughed and he was quick to admonish them with a throaty neigh. "Hey, ya'll just cool it. She's next to my stall, that makes us stable-mates, and ya'll know the rules."

Several snorts and nickers of disappointment followed before the other horses backed down. I couldn't help but giggle. "Now don't worry, boys, there's plenty of mare for all of you, I promise...I want to get to know every one of you..." I walked slowly to the front of the stall until I could poke my head out and look around me. "Meadow?"

A same gorgeous black stallion I'd first seen before out in the field joined me at the stall and gazed at me with remarkable brown eyes. "Well, hey there..."

"Hi..." I strained my neck trying to push my muzzle up as close to Meadow's as I could and our noses tapped briefly. The scent of him was intoxicating and I almost felt dizzy. "Oh baby, I want you so bad," I continued, nickering gently and moving my head back and forth as we nuzzled.

"You're sure an eager one, Sarah."

"Oh never-mind that. Tell me what you want to do..."

"Well..." He paused, gazing into my eyes, and I saw a warmth in his own that filled me with something a little more than lust. "I'd...meet you out in the field, maybe walk against you so that our bodies rubbed, just so you could feel the heat coming off me, and...the way I smelled. So you'd know me better, right?"

"Mmmhmm." I licked my lips, listening to his wonderful voice dreamily.

Meadow pressed his muzzle to mine again. "Well...I wouldn't go for you immediately. I mean...I'd love to lick you a little..."

"Mm, where do you want to lick me the most, baby?"

Meadow seemed to swallow down a bit of nervousness towards me and then shyly replied, "Where your heat and your scent is the strongest. I'd...I'd run my tongue all along that hole, until it was good and wet and...so swollen shut I'd ...I'd have to...f-force myself into you to get it all in..."

"Ohhh," I gasped, practically orgasmic. I had never wanted to be fucked so badly before. There was an ache between my legs now that bordered on throbbing pain. I could feel my new pussy clenching and tightening as I fantasized about Meadow's cock filling me to the hilt, where my pussy could tighten around his meat and...

"Pete, everyone all set in here?" Another strange sound interrupted my lusty thoughts and I saw another man walk into the stable, slightly younger than the one that had fed me, with sandy blonde hair and a nice tan. Meadow startled and pulled his head back, disappearing back into his stall. "Well, hey there, so this is the new mare Mr. Oldman wanted us to keep, eh?"

"Ayup, Hank," the one called Pete replied, coming up beside him. "The other horses seem to be takin' to her alright s'far as I know. Meadow over there's been welcoming her, even caught the two sniffin' each other up."

The younger man nodded. "Well, as long as that's all they do. Oldman's orders were quite clear. He doesn't want her bred until he says so."

"Too bad. She's a frisky thing. Look at that tail go."

"Yeah, I know. Well, the stallions will just have to go after one of the other mares, I guess." He looked at me and then reached over to pet my nose. "Don't worry none, Malibu. I'm sure your time will come." I looked into his deep brown eyes curiously. There was something almost familiar about them...

"Who is this Oldman character anyway?" Pete spoke up, "Don't rightly remember him comin' by with Malibu a'tall."

The younger man smiled, still petting me. "Let's just say, he's a very important person we want to please and leave it at that. Go on now, look after your other chores."

"Yes, sir."

As soon as the grizzled-faced man was gone, the younger man looked at my face again and started to smile coldly. "How's it going, Sarah?"

I could understand him. Every word. And I suddenly remembered his voice. Feeling elated, I quickly neighed. "Oh! Hi! It's you! The um...the Hell minion, or whatever."

He frowned. "I prefer to be called a demon, Sarah. How are you holding up in there?"

I squirmed on my four legs. "Well, um...n-not so good. I really, really want to get out of here..."

Oldman chuckled. "Have some patience, sweet-stuff. You'll be out soon. Pete's got to bring the other mares out for a while. Thought you might like to watch a show or two...?"

I nodded almost vigorously, my golden mane flying. "Oh God yes...yes, yes..." The ache between my hind legs intensified.

"Sarah...?" Meadow said to me from the other stall. "Who are you talking to, hon?"

I stammered and then looked at Oldman, lowering my voice. "Can I tell any-"

The demon shook his head quickly and replied, puffing smoke. "Nope. Your contract is voided the moment you break the human-horse barrier. You're lucky I'm a nice guy and don't void it for you telling Meadow your human name..."

I closed my mouth with a snap, looking guilty, then hastily answered Meadow. "Oh, I'm just thinking about all the things you said you'd do to me, baby..."

"That a girl." But this time I didn't hear Oldman's words in my ears. They tickled my head. I could still hear him!

Ayup. Part of my abilities. We can communicate like this when you want to talk, Sarah, but from now on, you go by Malibu.

That really doesn't fit me, I sighed._ Can't I please be Sarah?_

I said no.

I snorted. Fine. Well, let's get to this already...

Oldman smiled his cold smile again, and something was very unnerving and sadistic about it this time. _Oh, definitely. Let's get you out of there and into the field to play, you naughty, horny girl. _ "Pete!" he suddenly spoke up loudly in his unintelligible language again and wandered out of the stable. "Let's bring out Daphne and Arania and some of the horses, eh? I wanna take Malibu out personally."

"Sarah, what's going on?" Meadow neighed beside me.

"I'm being taken out to the field, I think." Then I added uneasily, "And...the name's actually Malibu."

"Mala-boo? That's a weird name for you...can I please just call you Sarah?"

I sensed a blush and nodded. "Um...you can...yes...Meadow, you may."

Fuck you, Oldman.

**

For an hour or so, I galloped around the large field, coming up now and then to several of the other horses, mares and stallions alike, and giving them warm nuzzles, my tail flicking wildly. I could feel the silky hair slap against my ass, but try as I might, I couldn't seem to work the tail enough down to caress over my needy folds.

Before long, one of the mares, a lovely white Shetland, was pulled aside from the group and a majestic brown Quarterhorse stallion joined her. I watched, transfixed and filled with lust, as the two started to sniff one another casually at first, giving each other playful nips at muzzles, jaws and noses. The stallion snorted loudly, spraying a his scent across the mare's face and she responded with a jerk of her head, her mane flying, and a sharp whinny. In time, the stallion's muzzle started to wander along her throat, giving her coat several slow licks. My gaze lingered between the stallion's hind legs, seeing a pumping, throbbing horse-cock nearly twice as huge as it should be, and it bobbled and jiggled as he moved.

When the stallion started to lick at the mare's flank, I just about lost all control. I could feel my pussy so wet, practically dripping of my scent, and I needed a release so much. I strained again to push my tail down, to somehow thrust it between my legs until it could at least spank my pussy and make me cum. Meadow casually trotted up beside me, and I felt his muzzle against my cheek.

"Enjoying the show, Sarah?" he nickered and licked me.

I was breathless, still watching the couple in their courtship. "Oh...y-yes...oh, Meadow, I need you so bad..."

"Patience...when it's time..." He stood beside me and the two of us watched as the stallion slowly walked behind the mare and got up onto its hind legs. From this vantage point, I could see his cock sinking into the mare's folds, and I trembled hard, stomping the ground with my hooves, just imagining Meadow's strong, capable forelegs hugging my torso, grabbing onto my mane with his teeth and holding me, dominating me...taking me with all his lust...

"Ohhhh...Ohhh Meadow..." I flushed visibly, and I could feel wetness trickling over the back of my hind legs. I had cum but not nearly like I wanted to. I flexed my hindquarters, trying to rub my folds together, but all I succeeded in doing was stimulating them more. The flow of my juices slowed and then stopped altogether.

The stallion and mare had finished their quick bout of passion and were now nickering gently to one another, giving each other's muzzles a few more rubs. I trembled and glanced over to Meadow. "Oh God, when is it our turn already?!"

"I don't know, hon," Meadow sighed. "Maybe not today..."

One of the ranch-hands that had put together the first couple walked towards us and reached for my bridle. "Alright, Malibu, let's go, your turn, girl...got something special for you to do for me, ok?"

The one called Pete appeared from out of the stable, leading out another full-grown black stallion, a little smaller than Meadow, but another thoroughbred just the same and I began to tremble again. I was led away from the field and out past the worn fence. As I passed by, I caught a glimpse of Oldman out of the corner of my eye, sitting on one of the fence-posts, leering at me.

"Buck," I heard him say in nonsensical language to the ranch-hand, hopping down from the post. "Go on and take Malibu over to Jet and let the two get acquainted."

"Yes, sir." He pulled at my bridle again and led me towards the handsome stallion. As we drew nearer to him, he snorted a few times against Pete's grip, pacing back and forth, as if he was getting ready for a championship race.

"Easy, Jet," Pete chuckled and stroked his cheek. "She just wants to say hey." He looked over at Oldman uncertainly. "Not so sure this is such a good idea, Hank..."

Oldman crossed his arms and nodded. "Go on. Test her out."

The ranch-hand and Pete exchanged looks and then slowly let go of both our bridles. The large stallion came up to me and rubbed noses, and I was again nearly floored by the powerful musk. "Hi..." he said, shuffling one of his forelegs slowly in the dirt, not looking at me. "I'm...Jet..."

I smiled, instantly drawn to the young horse's shyness, and I eagerly dabbed my nose back at his cheek. "I'm Sar...oops...Malibu..."

"Saroopmalaboo? That's a funny name for a mare."

I couldn't help but giggle. Every nerve in me wanted a fuck. I felt an instant attraction right away, like I was on a first date in high school. "No no...it's just Malibu." I decided to turn around, letting him get a great view of my ass and jerking tail. "Do you like me, Jet?" I turned my head to look behind me, hoping he was getting quite a view of my pussy, the way my swollen netherlips were starting to drool fresh juices.

"Oh...yeah...y-yeah, I do, Malibu." He stepped closer, dipping his nose right up against my ass. I shuddered all over and licked my lips, giving off what I thought was a very powerful scent.

"Ohhh, come on," I whimpered, "Lick my pussy, baby...mmmm...go on...it's fresh." I lifted my tail as high as I could and waited for the warm, slick wetness of his tongue to lavish my flesh, to get me wet and hot and ready...

He swallowed hard and then, to my complete surprise, backed away from me. "Y-you're definitely ready...f-for mating..." he muttered, and then turned and trotted back towards Pete, looking a little unsteady. Between his legs was a solid erection, the bulbous flesh pulsing at the tip.

"Wait!" I neighed, "Where are you going, Jet?!" I bucked a few times on my hind legs, looking annoyed as the stallion hurried back over to the old man, snorting and shaking his head.

Pete grasped Jet's bridle and grinned over at Oldman. "I'd say she's ready, Hank. Look at the stiff cock he's got for her..."

Oldman grinned back. "Good. Now it needs to be done every day, with a different horse each time. Once you get to the end of the line, you can start over here with Jet."

"Yes, sir. Still seems like an odd request to me though."

"Pete," he came over and clasped his shoulder, "the man's paying us $3,000 a day to keep her. I ain't going to complain about details. Just make sure no one sticks their cock in her, and he'll be happy."

Pete laughed, "Yes, sir. That'll be tough, Hank, just look at her there..."

I made several attempts to sit on the ground, unable to stand the prickly heat between my legs any longer. It took me a few tries because I couldn't get my hind legs to bend inward quite right at first, but soon I was able to plant my ass on the grass. I breathed in a deep sigh and started rubbing at the ground with my ass, trying like mad to cool the flames down there. The grass helped a little, but the late afternoon sun was bright and burning, and it was like rubbing against paper.

I needed more. So much more...

"Sarah, you alright?" Meadow moved slowly towards me, watching my pained expression. "Oh, honey, I should have told you about Jet, he's a teaser, ma'am..."

"A teaser?" I looked up at him and slowly got to all-fours again. "You mean like me, right? I'm the teaser mare, aren't I?"

Meadow's ears flicked. "Teaser mare? Ma'am, there's no such thing as that. We've got teaser stallions, yeah. Their job is to go behind the mares here and sniff them out, get their scent, and see if they're primed for breeding foals. That's what I reckon they were doing with you just now..."

I felt a lump in the back of my throat and my heart started to pound fiercely. "W-wait...b-but...I'm not, I mean...I can't...have foals..."

Several gruesome images suddenly filled my head. Me, after my forty days of equine pleasure and human again, suddenly pregnant with a baby horse. I began to imagine my stomach bloating to an impossible degree, and then...in the delivery room, the doctor's eyes suddenly going wide, a scream coming to his throat as a new-born foal mewled and shrieked as it burst out of my stomach, spraying blood everywhere...

An intense desire to vomit came over me and I staggered away from Meadow, nearly tripping and falling down, feeling deathly faint. "Sarah?!" The stallion was quickly to my side, steadying me. "Hey, hey...you alright?" He nickered softly and nuzzled my cheek. "Hey, it's going to be okay, honey, don't worry. If you're not ready to mate, believe me, I'm not going to rush you, and neither will the other horses here. You have my word."

I sobbed softly, tears in my eyes. "But...I want to mate. I want you so bad. I want all of you so bad, I'm so ready, I'm...I just...I thought I would be the teaser mare, and you'd all...you know, mate with me, and then you'd be pulled free before...something happened. Like what I saw yesterday, with you?"

Meadow frowned and shook his mane. "I'm afraid I don't understand any of that. As far as I know, the only ones doing the teasing around here are the stallions."

"No...teaser mare...?" I remember being frantic just then. The demon had lied to me. Well, of course he had, he was a demon, and I trusted him. I stomped at the ground a few times and snorted angrily before clopping away from my friend and seeking out Oldman sitting by the fence. I whinnied at him a few times to get his attention and then tried our mind-link.

You lied to me!

He stared at me. I did no such thing. You're a mare, aren't you?

I scratched the ground and snorted again. But when do I get to have sex with the others?!

Oldman smiled brightly. You don't. You asked to become a mare for forty days and forty nights. That was the deal. Your lust was so strong, you never really asked about the particulars. Your contract states that you will become a mare and stay that way for the allotted time. That's it. I simply made some, shall we say, special provisions in your case.

I gaped. What?!

Your lust, he replied coolly, is very strong. The master likes it that way. The more lust you have, the more energy you give off. If you could control your lust, chances are you'd be okay. But you can't, Sarah. You've got to have it good, and hard and deep, those hot, hard horse-cocks ramming back and forth into your pussy until-

Stop it!

Oldman laughed. Well, you get the idea. And every day, you'll be shown off in front of a nice handsome stallion, ready to give you what you want, and you'll see how big he is and how hard he is, and you'll think about it, Sarah. You will. And then he will walk away from you, just like Jet did today. And there you'll stand, trembling, feeling your sex all swollen and wet and not a damned thing you can do about it.

Why...why are you...doing this to me?

Oh come now, Sarah! I'm not doing anything! It's all you, girl. Your lust is destroying you, albeit slowly. Of course, you can always take the easy way out if you like and-

I neighed loudly. No! Never! You won't beat me, you bastard. I'll handle it. I'll handle it just fine!

The demon shrugged. As you like. Now why don't you go play with Meadow for a bit. I have work to do. He turned and walked towards the barn, meeting up with Pete and the other ranch-hand.

I stared after him, seething with rage, watching his tight ass in the denim jeans. Damn, he did look good when he wasn't an old man. Under other circumstances, I'd have gladly let him fuck me.

I felt Meadow's muzzle against my cheek. "Sarah?" he said concernedly, "You okay? Do...do you still want me?"

I wondered what would happen if I was somehow able to get some relief. Would Oldman know about it and stop me? Or worse, would he do something to poor Meadow? Did I dare chance it?

Fuck it.

"Yes, I do, Meadow," I nickered and gently rubbed noses with him. "I...I need to feel you...somehow..." I lifted my tail and pushed his head away with my nose. "Go on...give me a few licks, honey. I'm so sweet. I'll be so sweet on your tongue..."

"Yes..." Meadow practically moaned and clopped slowly behind me, nuzzling at my hind flank and giving it a few gentle licks, wetting my coat. But as he reached the end of my ass he stopped, and I looked behind me to see him jerk his head back, as if something had startled him. "No...s-something's wrong. This is...wrong..."

"Do it!" I whinnied, desperate now. He was so close. I felt one hard jab at my folds. The cool touch of his muzzle poked at my aching flesh just once, and then I heard several hoof-steps as he backed away again, snorting.

"I...I can't!" he whimpered as he clopped back up beside me and nosed my cheek again. "I get only so close...and my head starts to ache really bad and my sight dims and I get dizzy. I don't know what's the matter, Sarah..."

"Your tail," I replied breathlessly, an idea coming to me. "R-rub me with your tail..." He pressed up against my body and I lifted my tail up as best I could, splaying my ripe folds. I felt his silky tail along my ass, coming close to my opening, and then it dropped away.

"Ohhh..." Meadow moaned and shook his head a few times. "It...it keeps happening. I can't...I can't, I'm so sorry, Sarah..." He leaned his muzzle over to mine and we affectionately licked one another. "I'm so hard too. Every nerve in me wants you..."

"T-tell me..." I nickered softly.

For the rest of the day, Meadow and I spoke softly among ourselves. I ignored a few other stallions that came up to scope me out for some experimental nuzzles and licks, and tried to focus all my attention and energy on Meadow's words. How he wanted to lay down next to me in the field. To run with me in the open air. To bathe my coat with his tongue, and finally to make love to me madly and deeply in the cool summer night. By the time the sun set, and the horses were gathered and then led to their stalls, I felt I would be okay, and that I'd get through this madness after all.

**

Days passed. True to Oldman's words, every morning, and then afternoon, a handsome, brawny and horny stallion would be presented before me, looking as majestic and as dominating as any man I could hope for. They would parade in front of me, showing off their gorgeous, full horse-cocks with just a sheen of pre-cum I longed to squeeze out. I'd whinny softly and lift my tail, hoping against hope perhaps this odd spell cast about me wouldn't work on every horse - that one of them was my wayward prince come to rescue me from this hell. But none did. All would get their muzzles close to my pussy, give me a sniff, perhaps even blow a snort against my folds and then shake hard and walk away from me in a daze.

I would be left the rest of the afternoon with my companions in the field, especially Meadow, longing and aching for pent-up release. And all the while, the demon would come and sit or stand by the fence, watching us all with a soulless stare.

Every now and then Meadow would comfort me, and tell me stories about his colt-hood, and keep my mind from drifting to the need for sex. He really saved me from a lot of torture, I think. But at night, when we were separated from our stalls, and I could no longer feel the gentle touch of his muzzle, it was the worst time. I would lay down in the straw and wiggle on my back, trying to do something, anything that would quench the fire between my legs.

One night, I heard Oldman's familiar steps coming into the stable-house and stopping outside my stall door. "Come, Sarah," he said gently, and I could understand every word this time. "it's time to go home..." I perked up and quickly got to all-fours, clopping to the door anxiously.

"Y-you mean it?" I said, and I felt tears in my eyes.

The demon nodded grimly. "The master has had second thoughts. You lasted the whole forty nights. You didn't, well, crack, as they say." He frowned as he glanced over at Meadow's stall. "We didn't really take him into account, how much he'd fall in love with you."

"Please, don't hurt him. Don't do anything to him, please. He was being...a friend..." I shuffled my hooves back and forth nervously and snorted.

Oldman shrugged. "Relax, the master doesn't harm animals. Only bad ones. Are you ready to go home?"

I nodded so hard my mane shook.

"Then come out of there and walk with me." He opened up the stall door and I quietly crept out. I heard Meadow next-door give a soft nicker in his sleep and then his breathing became deep and even again.

As we got out into the cool night air, I suddenly realized just how long I'd been here. Most of my summer was gone. Or was it? "Hey, you meant it? About returning me back to the same day I arrived and all that?"

The demon snorted in derision. "It's in the contract, isn't it? Relax, you made it through, you beat your lust, and you're going back to your car, oh...nice car, by the way..."

I smirked at him, my humor returning. "You better not have put a scratch on it..."

He ignored me, waving his hand dismissively. "And it'll be July 20,, 2013 again, at precisely noon. Just as promised. So...if you're ready to return to your human form, let's get to it already. I'm in the fucking doghouse with the master as it is." I couldn't say I was sorry to hear about his trouble. Every nerve in me still wanted to give him a healthy hoof-smash in the face. I followed the demon out towards my Jaguar, and true to his word, it looked show-room new.

Perhaps I could run him over on my way out...

The demon started to chuckle softly, shaking his head. "Sarah, it's been a pleasure. Oh, by the way..." He turned back to me, and his eyes had taken on a peculiar glow. "I've arranged for the Jaguar to be picked up for you and brought back home. I don't think you'll be able to drive, not in your current state."

I snorted. "What are you talking about?"

The demon's eyes glowed brighter. "Well...you don't know how to drive, for one thing. In fact...you don't know pretty much...anything..."

I stared at him, completely confused.

Oldman took out his iPad and tapped at it until our infernal contract came to the screen. "Says right here in your contract, Sarah. Your body gets turned back into a human after forty days and nights..."

"That's right, so?!"

Then the demon gave me the coldest leer. "Didn't say anything about your mind..."

An elevator shot down my throat and landed in the pit of my stomach. I was for the moment speechless, my mouth dropping open and closed, unable to speak.

"I'll turn you back into your old self, Sarah," Oldman crossed his arms smugly, "but you'll still have all the mental capacity of your mare self. You won't know how to walk, or how to talk. You won't know where you live, or where you came from - let alone drive back to your home. You won't know how to do anything resembling a human's characteristics, girl. Not one thing. It'll be like you've just come out of the womb...into a strange new world..."

"Y-you..." I whispered hoarsely, my eyes wide open, staring. "You..."

The demon laughed. "I give you maybe 3-4 days before the powers that be decide you're a danger to society and cart you off to the loony bin. From there, you'll be certified insane and..." he winked, "I get your soul free and clear."

"That's not fair!" I whinnied and charged him, filled with rage. But he quickly side-stepped me, dropping his iPad, and levitated a few feet above me, out of reach of my teeth. I looked down at my contract on the ground, glowing eerily, and reared my forelegs back.

"Don't!" Oldman suddenly shouted, and my hoof came down, smashing the iPad to bits.

"Oh you fucking BITCH!" the demon screamed and dropped out of the air, hastily picking up the remnants of his machine while I watched, snorting angrily. "Do you realize what you did?! I can't change you back! Even if I wanted to! You just fucking voided everything!"

"Fine!" I yelled back. "I don't care! You're not going to beat me, you fucker! If I have to stay a mare, fine!"

The demon glared at me, filled with hate. "Fine, you're a mare forever, Sarah...or should I say, Malibu."

"No..." I stepped towards him menacingly. "I'm Sarah, and I always will be..."

"And what happens then, huh Sarah?! After you die, I still get your soul, bitch."

A little smile formed and I shook my head. "I don't know about that. We no longer have a contract, remember?"

The demon looked like he had swallowed several flaming hot peppers. "Wh-what are you...saying?"

"I'm saying our contract is completely void, asshole. You said so. It's like we never met. And if I do happen to get thrown into the underworld, I'll reckon I have the possibility of meeting with your master personally for recruitment, right? I'll make sure our first order of business is replacing YOU."

Now he looked like he was about to vomit those peppers. "You...you can't...do that..."

"Of course I can! All I'll have to do is tell him how you fucked up! If he doesn't know already..." I looked evenly at him, stomping a hoof, "So if you're a smart demon...because God knows you're not, you'll keep me out of Hell. Understand?"

Oldman crossed his arms again, looking away and shaking his head. "Fine."

"And I can get fucked by all the horses I want..."

"I said FINE, didn't I?" He growled and walked off towards the car. "Oh, and I'm keeping the Jaguar!"

I laughed as he turned the ignition and spit gravel spinning the wheels. "Great!" I yelled after him, "You can pay my parking tickets while you're at it, jack-ass!" I watched the tail-lights fade in the distance and then sighed deeply. I reared back on my hind legs and neighed good and loud, enjoying the cool night breeze across my mane, and then clopped back quietly into the stable-house.

But I didn't go into my stall.

"Sarah?" I heard Meadow's soft voice as I pushed his stall-door open and went inside. I bent my head down and nuzzled his cheek as he lay on the straw.

"Shhh..." I said softly, laying down beside him, and soon we were making love, without any pain.

**

So that's my story. I know, it's a bit long-winded, but as you can see, it ended somewhat happily. The ranch-hands were a little confused to hear of Hank Oldman rescinding his orders that I remain chaste, but they've been okay with it. Now I can get fucked by any horse I want - except that Meadow and I are deeply in love, and we are actually expecting our first colt in a few months.

I'm really looking forward to being a mother.

Oh...and if you happen to be going down Long Tall Oak Road in the heat of a bright and cheery summer day, if you really get turned and twisted around enough around all the woods and open fields, you might just happen upon a strange ranch out of the distance that seems to jump out at you.

I'd advise you to just keep driving.

If you come up the gravelly, dusty drive, you'll meet an old man that stands by this raggedy, worn and weathered fence that surrounds a beautiful green pasture. He'll have all the merriment of a department store Santa Claus, with this wry little smile on his rosy face, and a contemptuous gleam in his muddy, brown eyes that never goes away, all the while promising you paradise, or your greatest dreams or fantasies come true.

I've beaten him for the time being.

You might not be as lucky.

END