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Stable Situation Written by Leo_Todrius and Trickster_D Commissioned by Tyrik

Ice cold water poured across smooth river stones, filtering down the creek bed that meandered along the edge of the forest. The water eroded away at the loose soil, but ancient tree roots held sections in place against the degradation of time, forcing the water to curve in random new directions. The creek was tranquil in some pools while other spots were a bit faster. It was truly beautiful, but all of the property around the Dusty Willow stables was beautiful.

The property had been set aside as a work opportunity to at-risk youth, giving an alternative to the hustle and bustle of the city. There were farmlands, a small mill, but one of the most distinct qualities had to be the stables. Sitting as the last bastion of the ranch between the forest and open prairie lands, the stables were beautiful. The well varnished wood glistened like honey in the lazy afternoon light.

Sitting just right outside the stables on a hay bale, a handmade cigarette hanging limp from his lips, Norman was stretching his long, slender arms and enjoying the view. On his clean, cute face that certainly didn't show his twenty-seven years there was a slight smile, and his black hair - tied, of course, into a ponytail - was fluttering into the gentle breeze. The stable boy, dressed only in a dirty t-shirt, a pair of denim shorts and bright green rubber boots, let out a puff of smoke from his nostrils, his chestnut eyes staring in the distance; that was exactly what he loved about his job: the peace, the tranquillity, and the fact that he rarely had to deal with other human beings apart from his co-workers.

It wasn't like Norman was a misanthrope or anything like that, of course... But he definitely preferred the company of horses over that of humans. Horses were straightforward creatures, and understanding their needs and feelings was very easy if someone knew how to... Humans, on the other hand, were unnecessarily complicated. That was why the young man was content in living in such an environment: he was striving for a simpler, more natural existence, and even though some habits were harder to eradicate than others - as the half-smoked cigarette in his mouth perfectly showed - Norman thought he was doing a pretty good job, all things considered.

The rumble of an engine made Norman shift his gaze on the nearby driveway: the grey, battered van that was used to carry the horses around was trudging towards the stables. With a small sigh, the stable boy jumped from the bay hale, put out the cigarette in the small portable ashtray he always carried around and started walking towards the small truck.

"Hey," he murmured at the driver. "A new arrival?" Norman could see the shape of a horse in the back of the van... and it seemed pretty big. A stallion, probably.

"Yeah, a rescue." The driver said, throwing the van into park before he hopped out and moved around back, "They found it wandering the edge of the property. No one's claimed it for miles around either." the driver added, opening up the back of the truck. Even in the shade of the truck, the white fur of the Arabian horse was distinct and bright, contrasting with his dark black tail and grapefruit sized balls. The horse let out a snort as it realized its predicament was changing. Norman stared at the powerful animal for a moment, his head slightly tilted.

"Mmh... He must belong to someone, though. I mean, look at him, he's..." Norman stopped talking while he looked down; his brow furrowed when he noticed something weird. "No horseshoes. That's strange." Could that huge animal really be a wild horse?

"Yeah, he's a big guy, ain't he?" The driver asked. While Norman had been referring to the horseshoes, the driver's comment became apparent as the Arabian was drawn back out of the van. In contrast to his white fur, the stallion had a huge, truly remarkable dark black shaft that stretched from between his hind legs nearly to his front, curved slightly with its own weight but held aloft at magnificent erection. It was longer, thicker and larger than Norman's arm. As the horse stepped down from the trailer onto more even terrain, his coat shone in the light. While his eyes lingered on the colossal shaft for a moment, Norman instinctively gulped.

"Yeah... Big in every way," he repeated. The young man stared at the horse: the animal was standing in the middle of the courtyard, and didn't seem scared or confused in the least. "That's even weirder," Norman muttered. "He looks like a wild horse but certainly doesn't behave like one..." The stable boy shook his head. "Stall number 26 is still empty, we should bring this big boy there." Norman caressed the side of the stallion with trembling fingers: the fur was silky, the flesh underneath pleasantly warm.

The horse snorted more, looking around with deep honey brown eyes, searching the horizon before looking at its human captors. While it hadn't fought or bucked yet, it certainly wasn't relishing the idea of being locked away wherever stall 26 was. It stomped its hooves a bit in protest. Norman, however, kept caressing the animal and whispering gently at him.

"Sssh... Good boy, good boy..." His free hand rummaged in the pocket of his shorts and recovered a couple of sugar cubes. "Here, have a treat... You'll get more when you're inside, okay?" The horse looked at Norman before it leaned down, snorting a bit at the sugar cubes. Unlike any horse Norman had come across, it left them in place but instead moved to sniff at his hair, the wet nose undulating along his scalp for a bit. Norman let out a cheerful laugh while petting the animal's proud, long mane.

"Ooh, so you like playing, huh? I'm sure we'll be great friends, then!" The boyish young man started walking towards the smallest of the three stables, gently pushing the big animal so that he would move. "He doesn't seem scared," he explained to the driver. "I'm sure he'll be a good boy, am I right?" he added while looking at the stallion.

The Arabian stomped its foot a bit before it leaned down and snatched up the sugar cubes with its tongue, trotting off toward the stables without hesitation. The driver stood there in shock, looking over at the twink a bit dubiously.

"You really have a way with them, don't you?" he asked. Norman beamed the man a cheeky grin.

"What can I say... I like them, they like me. That's all. Now come on, boy, I'll show you your room." Less than five minutes later, the big Arabian stallion was inside a big stall with a hay-covered floor and a drinking trough on the side. "So? You like it here?" Norman asked with a satisfied smile. The horse stood outside of the stall hesitantly, looking around a bit at the other horses. It then looked at the stable boy a bit and gave him one last sniff before it trotted inside the stall and turned around to face him. Norman stared back, a bit perplexed: of course, it was easy for him to understand horses... but it was the very first time he had the impression that a horse could understand him, at least a bit.

"What's wrong, buddy? Want more sugar cubes? A carrot, maybe? Maybe I can help." The stable boy's eyes went down for a second, as if to ascertain that the colossal, raging hard-on was still there. Well, I don't think I could help you with that..., he said to himself. Of course, the stallion didn't answer in any way... he just stared back. "Well, I'll come and check you later before bedtime, okay?" Norman said, before closing the stall door behind him. There was something strange in that horse... strange and fascinating. But he couldn't afford to lose time: there were still a lot of things to do before evening.

****

Night had fallen and with it had come a certain amount of peace to the ranch. Most of the animals had settled down for sleep and so too had the guests, too exhausted by their hard work to cause any trouble. The moon shimmered across the lake and sent silver rays down across the stables, but nestled away in those wood walls there came an odd sound - the sound of a forgotten cd player, pumping away the best of the 90's into the evening air. Despite not being turned up very well, music carried through the quiet night air well past the stable. Norman, who was doing his customary night walk around the property to make sure everything was fine - and to smoke one last cigarette - before going to bed, perked his ears at the extraneous sound; the music was clearly coming from the smallest stable, carried by the cool breeze.

"Well, I wanted to check out the new arrival anyway..." he murmured, walking down the slight slope to the wooden building. With some effort he opened the door and he peeked inside, while saying in a jokey tone. "Okay, who's having a party in here?"

There was no immediate response, though the music continued to play from the far end of the stables, the source not immediately apparent. Norman looked around: the majority of the animals inside were standing asleep in their stalls or snorting fastidiously at the noise.

"This is really weird," Norman said to no one in particular. He walked to the far wall, staring left and right and trying to ascertain where the music player exactly was. After a bit of searching, it became apparent there was only one possible source - stall 26. The dark-haired twink took out a small flashlight from his pants and pointed it inside the box. "Hey, big boy, didn't know you were a Smashing Pumpkins fan," the young man mused, even though he was starting to feel a bit nervous. What the hell was a record player doing in there?

The horse let out a whinny in response, shifting a bit. The music seemed to be coming from the very furthest corner of the stall, pumping out tunes from beneath the hay. Was it possible that it had been missed for ages whenever the stall was mucked? With cautious gestures, Norman opened the box door and slipped inside the stall: in such a cramped place, the Arabian stallion looked even bigger, more imposing, more muscled. "Don't worry, big boy, I'll leave as soon as I find the source of this sound, okay?" he said, trying to use the calmest tone possible.

The horse let out a dissatisfied snort at that and eyed Norman carefully as he entered, shifting around a bit as he moved. Norman, hoping not to be hit - he had been kicked by a horse during the first month of working at the farm, and it had hurt like hell... and it was a smaller stallion anyway - started rummaging through the muddy hay, hoping to find something. The horse moved up behind Norman once he was in the corner, standing between him and escape, moving uncomfortably close.

"H-hey, buddy, come on..." the young man said when he realized that the stallion was right behind him. He was bent down, and from that position it was easy to see that the animal was still sporting his thick, massive erection. "D-damn, you're really a big boy through and through..."

The horse whinnied again and moved forward. Norman felt the flat, robust head of the horse's erection ram against his posterior, bumping him into the wall; the stable boy let out a small yelp of surprise, one of his hand sinking into the muddy hay. "N-no! Bad horse, bad..." Norman turned around and found himself mere inches from the flared tip of the equine dick. "...oh. T-that's... Wow..." His clean hand raised and tried to push the massive cock away. "S-sorry, big boy, b-but..."

The horse cock was huge, heavy, hot and glistening in the filtered moonlight. The urethra was pulsating gently, almost beckoning. The idea that anything that large could be a source of erotic pleasure was mesmerizing. Norman panted, and his fingers, instead of attempting to get rid of the dick in front of him, started caressing its fat head, playing with the urethra and getting them coated in syrupy pre that poured out of it and across his fingers like a leaky faucet.

"W-what am I doing?" Norman wondered in a breathy voice. "I'm not... a freak..." And yet, no one was around except for him... There was nothing wrong if nobody saw that, right? His gestures became bolder, his hands petting the smooth, fleshy shaft. "D-do you like it, big boy?" the twink asked timidly after a while. The horse let out a satisfied whinny and lazily dragged one hoof through the hay, his tail flicking around, obviously in heaven himself.

Norman's slender, dexterous fingers caressed every square inch of the plump horse cocktip, letting out moans of surprised delight when more precum was squirted out of it. "T-this is... so hot..." he murmured, gathering more courage and finally extending his massage to the fat, bulging medial ring. "M-my god..." the twink said, gently squeezing the swollen circle of flesh and feeling it move and shift under his fingers.

The air was full of a rich, deep, meaty and musky scent more powerful than anything Norman had ever smelled before. The horse above him was calm and receptive to the ministrations, edging his cock closer to the human, trying to urge him on further. Norman's breath was heavy and broken, fat drops of sweat rolling down his forehead.

"Y-you want me to... t-to lick that, big boy?" he whispered, getting his face a bit closer. The rational side of his brain kept telling him that it was wrong, that a horse dick was probably the receptacle of thousand of different diseases, that if one of his co-workers had caught him doing such a thing he would've been kicked out of the farm faster than he could say "pony"... But the smell of his shaft was so musky, so potent and so good... And how could something so good be bad?

As if answering his request, the horse snorted and edged his hind hips forward again, his tail flicking, his balls throbbing. The horse wanted it. He needed it. Nothing about the situation made sense, but the music had worked perfectly to lure Norman into place; in that moment, whatever was pumping out the sound was of no concern for the guy. Only the colossal, thick, jet black, inviting horse shaft in front of him mattered.

"I bet it would be good, to have a dick like that..." Norman said, while sniffing at the flat tip; the smell of musk was overwhelming. "So powerful, so strong, so sensitive..." There was wonder in his voice, and marvel... and a touch of envy, even. For a moment, the twink imagined himself with a huge, mottled equine dick rising from between his legs, masturbating wildly, and that very thought almost made him cream his pants.

Without warning, the horse surged forward again, rising up on his hind legs, his front clattering against the wall as the huge black cock plopped squarely against Norman's lips before pushing in, the flavor blossoming inside his mouth.

"F-fuck..." Even if it was just pre, the taste was so intense! It was salty and set Norman's teeth on the edge, but for some reason he couldn't stop sucking; his tongue slipped into the urethra, licking the fleshy cave with gusto, drinking as much horse juice he could. It felt so wrong, and at the same time so perfect... Nothing in that world was better than that towering horse shaft.

The horse cream got hotter and thicker, the dribbles leaking from his lips transitioning from clear to thick ivory in color. It flowed down his throat in smooth rivulets, coating it all as it poured into his stomach and began steadily building. The heat radiated outward into his flesh, warming it all... and his libido began to go into overdrive.

Norman's pants grew tighter and tighter, or rather his manhood grew harder and harder. The tent formed quickly, testing the limits of the relatively skinny jeans... but still his boner raged, so much it was on the verge of being painful. The fabric began to strain, the button growing even tighter. Norman, still busy slurping down the horse cum, tried to look down with glazed eyes.

"W... wh..." he mumbled. He could feel the inside of his mouth and even his teeth prickle. His hands went down to try and get rid of his rapidly inadequate pants, and even if he couldn't see them, Norman's fingernails were darkening and thickening by the second. The flow from the horse continued unabated, threatening to drown Norman if he didn't keep swallowing, but as he did his body continued to shift.

The button of his jeans popped and a raging pole of man meat pushed outward, straining the underwear beneath but a moment longer before the fabric snapped and revealed the pulsating meat beneath. Norman had always been fairly well endowed, but his seven incher was rising taller than ever before. Veins pulsated along the surface as it grew fatter and wider, the difference between the mushroom shaped head and the main shaft growing less and less distinct. His balls were growing as well, rounding and enlarging.

Norman burped, the flow of horse cum cascading directly into his stomach apparently endless. He felt a wave of heat engulfing his entire body, even if it wasn't unpleasant; his mind slowed down and trapped in a labyrinth of haze, he could only moan and squirm as the skin of his ever-growing dick started to get mottled, the brown splotches getting bigger and bigger with every passing second.

Under any normal circumstance, Norman's stomach would have reached its limit, filled to capacity with horse sperm - but this was not a normal circumstance. The twink's torso was slowly elongating, his back stretching and his flesh expanding with it. As he gained more torso, he felt an odd shifting in his shoulders as his arms grew momentarily numb, pushed slightly out of socket before sliding back in... though they didn't feel normal at all.

A hot, wet pressure began sliding up Norman's stomach, his shirt getting pushed up by the expanding, mottled meat. The mushroom shaped head had started to flatten out, widening, looking distinctly animal... and soon a ring around the middle began to firm and expand, marking the halfway point. The hot cock pushed Norman's shirt up higher and higher as it left a thick trail of pre, pressing ever closer to his nipples. As much as his torso was growing, his shaft was growing faster.

"W-what's happening to m-me...?" the twink murmured in slight confusion. The shaft in front of his face had finally stopped rewarding him with nutrient salty cream, and his body started getting interested in the new, mottled colossal dick still rising and engorging. The young man's hands touched it, trying to stimulate it, to get as much pleasure as they could... but the very moment they touched the dick's slick surface, they underwent a small, dull amount of pain. Looking at his fingers in dumb curiosity, Norman noticed that they were somehow getting forced against his palms, as if some invisible force was making him form fists.

The arthritis that filled his hands seemed to paralyze his toes, but while the digits were trapped, the changes only advanced. The keratin in his fingernails was spreading outward in every direction, filling in the seams between fingers and toes before leveling out. It slipped over the edge of his fists and the wedges his feet had become. The tightness and pressure was one thing, but Norman sensed a strange numbness fill the heels of his feet before the bone started to ebb and shrink away, the dull heat filling his legs as a whole. With his limbs now dumb and unresponsive, Norman couldn't maintain his crouched down position anymore and fell behind on his back, a sonorous puff escaping from his lungs.

"W-what the fuck is happening?!" he managed to shout, before his mouth started tingling again and turning his words into an incoherent mumble. His tongue was meatier, fatter and longer than before, and passing it over his teeth made him realize that his canines and front teeth were now larger and flatter. The transforming twink let out a pitiful whinny: he wasn't feeling pain, but when the bones of his face began to creak and shift, tears of confusion and terror started appearing in his eyes... Even though they didn't last that long.

"Don't worry, it's almost done..." Came an odd, smooth, reassuring voice... but the source wasn't immediately apparent, and there was no one else in the stall. The horse resumed sliding in and out, though Norman's changing skull was making that easier. His lower jaw and nose stretched out, the mouth sliding along the horse meat. As his face extended, Norman's nose widened out substantially, the definition disappearing into the meaty mass until his nostrils were nothing but elongated slits... and that was when his hearing disappeared.

"Nnngh..." Norman murmured, even though he couldn't hear himself due to his sudden deafness; the horrible sensation, however, was thankfully short-lived: from the top of his now equine head, right at the sides of silky, long, ever-extending black mane, two almond-shaped ears blossomed like leaves on a tree in Spring, giving him his hearing back. The changing human, now busy again slurping the mysterious stallion's dick, barely realized that his body was rapidly growing, until his already ruined and torn clothes gave him, leaving him completely naked... for some moments, at least.

The cool night breeze blew across his naked flesh, but his body responding by sending out shoots of black hair, thin at first but soon growing more wiry and thick, pushing out of his hide. His widening ass ballooned outward, coupled by growing hips. As it grew and grew, Norman could feel the cheeks pull apart, revealing a black and rubbery hole. The lust got hold of his mind once again, and Norman couldn't help but wonder how incredible would be to get fucked by a powerful, thick horse member, to feel his tail hole getting stretched and his insides ravaged by the impossibly large, sexy black dick of his stall partner.

While every part of Norman had been shifting, his manhood had been changing the longest. The massive, thick, hot mottled cock pushed up past his chin, muzzle, and then head. It was a tower of flesh symbolizing lust, need and eroticism. It stretched all the way down to his grapefruit sized balls dangling beneath his wide horse ass, an ass that was getting a new addition. Norman's tailbone throbbed as the bones pushed apart from one another and new ones grew in. His growing tail spilled out from the base of his spine as long silky black fur expanded on all sides.

"Unngh..." Norman wheezed. It was clear that the stallion had turned him into a fellow horse, and even if something like that would've been impossible, his fuzzy, horniness-fueled brain had no problem accepting the change. He was strong, powerful, full of lust and with a humongous dick... Just like he had always wanted to be. That very realization made his balls churn and retract a bit, and the black horse whinnied softly, ready for the inevitable climax.

Without any holding back, Norman's body continued to shift. The gallons of horse sperm had been turned into new mass for his growing body - a body that had spilled out across the floor of the stall. The hair that had covered his body was thickening into a fine pelt of velvet black fur. It had spread up his chest and elongated neck, even his face. His hair had become his fine mane and the last of his humanity was nearly gone.

Norman's eyes, still glazed and unfocused, were the very last thing to change, as if to signify the complete shift of his nature; the corneas became invisible, swallowed by the engorging irises, that got some shades lighter, tinged in a deep, bronzed copper. Now a horse through and through, the former twink squirmed on the mattress of dirty hay, whinnying lustily. The Arabian horse slowly pushed back off the wall and landed on all fours, moving around. The white horse lowered his head down and nuzzled Norman's long horse tummy with the bridge of his nose to encourage him to stand.

With some effort, especially considering that the stalls hadn't been created to host two adult male horses, Norman managed to get on his fours. He looked around, sniffing in lingering confusion: as an equine, the world sure was different. His eyes almost immediately went to the mysterious Arabian stallion, and Norman's head bumped against his flank, nuzzling him. The white horse moved, his lips plying at Norman's before his fat tongue slurped at him in a horsey kiss.

Norman returned the gesture with affection and passion: it was completely different from when he was a human, mostly because of the wildly divergent shape of his mouth and lips... but it still filled him with joy and lust. He had found the most improbable of partners and had been changed by him completely... And that, in some strange way, was the best thing that had ever happened to him.

The kiss lingered for several moments, their lips wrapped in majestic unity but after several moments the Arabian horse pulled back. He sidled up to the far wall and then lowered his head. Almost at once his large form began to shrink and contract. The white fur pulled up and dissolved to reveal well tanned, caramel colored skin. The horse legs shifted into muscled arms and legs, the horse cock began to shrink down to a more manageable size. A series of pops and snaps came as the horse skull reformed into a more human one.

It was as if water was being poured over the form, washing away sediment, revealing what had been laying beneath the entire time - an Arabian man in his late twenties. His black hair was shaggy and uneven, falling across one side of his face. A thin mustache adorned his upper lip and honey brown eyes looked over at the black horse on the other side of the room. The young man smiled and slowly stood up, stretching a bit.

"Well... You turned out damned handsome, didn't you?" He asked with a velvety voice. The young man crossed the room and reached up to stroke Norman's long face, "I'm sorry I caught you by surprise, but when I saw you I couldn't help myself. You are too amazing." In seeing that amazing show, Norman's bronze eyes went wide: the stallion was a... werehorse?! Even though the thought was too crazy to be believed and his mind was still a bit fuzzy, he somehow managed to focus on his previous human form, and could feel the changes starting to revert; a couple of minutes later he was lying in a bed of hay, panting and wheezing, completely spent by the two transformation his body had gone through in such a short amount of time.

The Arabian moved over and knelt before him, leaning down to kiss and sniff the human-again's hair. He reached down and massaged his shoulder carefully, trying to help ease the discomfort of the shift. "Th-thanks..." Norman managed to say with the faintest of smiles. "B-but... what are you?" What are we? he thought immediately after.

"I've always been able to change, but I don't know exactly... I grew up in an orphanage until I aged out of the system, and then I just sort of drifted from place to place. But now you and me, we're like each other, we're something truly special." He smiled softly.

Norman finally managed to get back on his feet, even though his legs still felt a bit wobbly. His mind was filled with thousands and thousands of different questions, and he couldn't pick up one to save his life... until one of the silliest and most irrelevant of them came out by itself. "What's with the music player?" he exclaimed, feeling silly even while saying those words.

"It was SO boring in here... I needed some tunes, and someone left that on the table... and then I realized someone might hear, might come in... I hoped it would be you." He grinned deeply, caressing Norman's cheek with a fond hand. The twink murred, nuzzling against the warm fingers and accepting the simple gesture of affection.

"S-so... Now I'm like you?" he asked. "We can... just, become horses whenever we want?" That opened a world of possibility to him: he had always preferred the company of horses to that of human, and the idea of being able to turn into one was amazing... especially if he could also experiment the same overwhelmingly sexy sensations of the first time.

"Yeah, you figured out how to turn back weeks before my first boyfriend..." The Arabian grinned softly, extending his hand, "I'm Cadi by the way."

"Norman," the twink replied with a warm smile. "So, Cadi... You need a place to stay? And I'm not talking about the stall, of course. We could use another stableman, especially one that's clearly going to be perfect at handling horses."

"I..." Cadi hesitated, looking conflicted. He took a long breath before nodding, "I can't make any promises, I've never stayed in one place very long... But I'm so tired of having nowhere to call my own. I hope I don't let you down." Cadi said. Norman gently wrapped his hands around the man's face and kissed him on the lips, savoring the intense, bittersweet flavor of Cadi's breath.

"You gave me a gift that surpasses anything I would've thought possible... There's no way you can possibly let me down," he declared in a tender voice, before turning to the stable door and grinning a bit. "You know... I've always wanted to try a horse ride under the moon. Care to join me?"

"Horse ride? Or two wild horses beneath the moon?" Cadi asked with a soft grin. Norman pinched the Arabian's naked ass cheek with playful fingers.

"You can ride me whenever you want, stallion. Even when there's no moon in the sky," he mused, opening the wooden door. Cadi merely grinned at that.

****

A horse whinny sounded out through the stables, almost like a warning to the world about what was coming. Moments later, a black horse and a white horse burst out into the moonlight. Hooves came down and wind whipped through their fur. Cadi was a natural, picking up speed but it seemed Norman was taking to it well, catching up. The dark-furred equine was a bit smaller than his immaculate companion, but the two of them looked perfect together: a couple of splendid, elegant animals enjoying each other's company in the silvery moonlight.

Norman marveled at his own stamina and speed, at how good it felt to feel the breeze through his mane; he was experiencing true, unadulterated freedom for the first time in his life, and it was all thanks to the strange, wonderful white horse galloping next to him. The two horses crossed the prairie and rounded the edge of the lake, exploring the vast natural splendor Dusty Willows had to offer; that was the simple life Norman had always longed for, except way better... he was in touch with his inner animal, and he had a companion to continue his journey with.