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A witch who owns a farm turns two young male farmhands into a stallion and a mare. How will their relationship change?

It was evening, and Chris and I where working in a barn, shoveling hay. It was a backbreaking job, but with the economy the way that it was, farm work was the only work we could get.

And a strange farm it was. It was owned by a woman who called herself the Mostress. She liked to wear nothing but leather riding clothes, and she carried a horse whip around with her everywhere she went. And so except for a young man named Steve who it was claimed was a horse-whisperer, we where the only normal people on the farm: the rest of her employees where midgets.

That's right: midgets. They also did farm work, and sometimes we played cards together on break.

Chris was a good kid - he worked hard, and never gave anyone lip. That's why I had decided to take him under my wing.

But finally, he had started to complain. I understood, but there wasn't much I could say. There where just no other jobs.

Chris was eighteen, had blond hair and blue eyes, and was lean and athletic. And I had to admit, as a bi-sexual, he turned me on, just looking at him and watching him work. Sometimes it just made my dick hard. It was too bad he was straight.

I knew that because he had once made a gay joke, which kind of put the lid on me trying to pick him up. Still, I wondered what he would be like in bed sometimes....

One day, he had asked me for advice on how to get a girl he was interested in. That's when I realized he was still a virgin. And that just turned me on more.

I wondered if I had a crush on him.

So we worked hard, busting ass, complaining to each other about the conditions, when one day we decided we had both had enough. It was time to quit.

So when the end of the day came, and the Mostress came to tell us it was quitting time, we both told her that this was our last day at work.

"Mike and Chris, I'm sorry boys, but I can't let you leave the farm", she replied coolly.

Then the Mostress produced what looked like a wand from her pocket, and waved it in the air. It began to glow, and streamers of light followed it's path. Then suddenly, the streamers of light came straight towards us, hitting us both in the chest.

What a neat trick, I thought.

"What the hell was that?", asked Chris.

Then suddenly, brown hairs began to sprout all over my body. I stared down at my hands in shock. Beside me, white hairs where sprouting all over Chris. He was also staring down at himself.

"What?!", I managed in surprise.

Then I felt my face begin to... shift. My nose turned black. And then it started to elongate, my whole face growing forward into a muzzle!

I looked at Chris - he was growing a muzzle too!

Then I looked at the Mostress. "What did you do to us?", I asked.

"You're transforming", she replied.

Transforming?

Suddenly, my clothes felt too tight. Then the button popped off my shorts, and the next thing I knew my clothes where ripping! I stared down at my now brown haired self, and watched as I grew, my shredded clothes falling off me.

"S... stop it!", screamed Chris. I turned to look at him: his clothes had fallen off too.

We where both naked, about a foot taller, and covered with hairs....

Then a tail started to sprout from Chris's backside. I stared - it looked like a little horses tail! And the fingers of his hands where fusing together....

I looked down at my own hands - the same thing was happening to me! And that's when I noticed something else: my dick was shrinking....

I grabbed it in my changing hand, but it shrank from my grasp, into my underbelly. Suddenly, I now had a smooth curve where my penis used to be!

Eyes wide in shock, I looked back up at Chris. His penis hadn't disappeared, though. Instead, a furry sheath was growing to cover it, attaching it to his belly.

Then I felt my testicles withdraw up into me.

"What's happening to me!", I cried out, my voice cracking like a teenagers.

The Mostress was staring at me. "Now that's unexpected", she said.

I continued growing, my nails turning black. My fingers had completely fused, and my thumbs had shrunk down to nubs. My chest was barreling out, and my hips started changing shape, growing wider apart. Something hit me on the ass, and I turned around to see a brown horses tail protruding from my backside.

I looked back at Chris - he was becoming a huge white-haired stallion man. And he was staring at me, open mouthed.

That's when I realized I was turning into a horse.

Then I felt an opening forming between my legs, which began to draw up into me, following my retracting testicles....

That's when I realized I was growing a vagina! And then it stopped growing up into me, and blossomed at its top into a open space inside me, which began to rapidly expand. I was growing a womb?!

I wasn't just becoming a horse... no, not just a horse, a mare!

Indeed, the nipples had disappeared from my barreling chest and had sprouted again on my lower abdomen. Mares nipples, I thought in shock.

And my hands and feet had become hooves.

Chris stepped in front of me, a visibly growing white stallion-man.

"Stop changing us!", Chris yelled in panic at the Mostress in a deep baritone, but she only laughed.

Then suddenly, I couldn't stand anymore, and I fell forward on all fours, still growing.

In front of me, Chris's hind legs had become digitigrade, and he fell to all four legs as well.

"Turn us back!", I begged the Mostress, my voice a high contralto now, very feminine....

"Nope!", said the Mostress, and waved the wand over her head. A rain of colored sparkles fell on her, and she vanished!

We looked at each other.

Finally, the changes stopped.

I stared at Chris - he had become a huge white stallion, lean and muscular. And my gaze fell beneath his hind legs to his giant horses cock and a shiver ran through me.

He looked at me: "Mike, you're a mare!", he exclaimed.

"Yeah", I replied in my now female voice. "And you're a stallion."

We stared at each other for a moment. There was long moment of silence between us.

"At least we can still talk", he said.

"Yeah", I agreed. "She turned us into talking horses...."

"Well, lets go find her and get her to turn us back", he said.

"What are we supposed to do, apologize for quiting?", I replied.

"Well, it's a start", was his answer.

Chris turned around, heading out the barn door. After a moment, I followed him, my gaze distracted by the huge testicles hanging between his hind legs. Another shiver ran through me, sending tingles to settle in my underbelly.

I shook my head, tossing my mane and swishing my tail at the sensation.

Chris had become a very handsome stallion. And suddenly, I realized that was even more attracted to him than before, now that I was a mare.

We walked out into the sunlit grassy field. The grass smelled like salad. Curious, I lowered my head and cropped some: it actually did taste like salad....

Chris watched me. "This is no time to eat", he said, "we have to find that witch!"

"I'll bet she's at the manor house", I said. The Mostress usually sat on her back porch and sipped tea when she wasn't walking the grounds.

So we got on the dusty path that lead through the fields, opening the fence gates with our mouthes, and made it to the edge of the woods.

"Let's cut through the woods", Chris said. "It's faster that way."

I agreed, and we left the trail.

In the woods, we came across a stream. Suddenly very thirsty, I stopped to drink, slurping gallons of water down my throat as Chris watched. Then we went back to walking through the woods.

We slowly picked out way through the woods, heading towards the manor house. As we walked, I begin to realize that I could feel pressure in bladder: I needed to pee, and the need was getting pretty bad.

"Hold up just a second, Chris", I said. He turned to look at me. "What's wrong?", he asked.

"I need to pee", I told him.

I sighed. How to do this? Well, it should be simple enough for a female horse....

So I raised my tail and let go of the muscles holding my bladder, and a warm stream of urine sluiced out of me for half a minute....

Chris watched me curiously the whole time.

"So... how does it feel to pee as a girl?", he suddenly asked.

"How do you think it feels!", I shouted. "I don't have a dick!"

He snorted. Laughter? Very funny, I thought.

So we continued to pick our way through the forest. Standing next to him when we stopped, or following, his scent would distract me, sending a thrill through my mares body. I couldn't believe the sexual reaction my body was having to his, even though we where both naked, and I was now female and he was most definitely male....

I guessed the novelty of suddenly finding myself female, and in the presence of the man I had a crush on, was having it's effect - only in a female way, instead of making my dick hard like he usually did.

Finally, we made it out of the woods and onto the edges of a broad field, just in front of the manor house. In the distance, we could see the figure of the Mostress, sitting on her back porch, beside a man I recognized as Steve, the horse whisperer who took care of the Mostresses' horses.

We galloped up to the back porch.

Seeing us, the Mostress put down her tea. "Well, if it isn't Mike and Chris!", she exclaimed and we stopped in front of her.

"Please", said Chris, "turn us back! I promise we wont quit!"

I nodded my head in agreement. "We'll work for you for as long as you want", I said.

"Hmmm...", mumbled the Mostress. "But I like you as horses. You're thoroughbreds you know. Very valuable to me...."

"I don't want to be a horse!", exclaimed Chris. "I'm a man!"

The Mostress picked up her tea and sipped it for a moment, contemplating.

"I'll tell you what", she said. "If you win me a few horse races and pony shows, I'll turn you back."

Chris and I looked at each other.

"OK", Chris said, "what do I have to do?"

"Your training begins tomorrow", was her reply. "Steve will show you what to do. Steve, take these horses to a barn."

"Yes, Ma'am", was Steve's reply. He got up from his chair and walked up to us.

"Follow me", he said, and we did.

We walked down the dusty trail that ran from the manor house to the barns as the sun set and night unfurled. I kept wanting to ask Steve about the Mostress, and so I finally did.

"Steve, is the Mostress a witch?", I asked.

"She sure is. And a lot of the animals on this farm used to be people, too. Just like you two", was his reply.

I shot a look at Chris, and he looked at me back. Then he rubbed his body against mine, sending a warm tingling sensation through me. "We'll get through this", he told me.

"I sure hope so", I managed.

Walking with Chris, I couldn't keep myself from checking him out on occasion: every time the wind blew, it carried his male stallion scent to my nose, making me warm and tingly inside. I could barely keep my eyes off his cock and balls. My mares body wanted him, I thought, and I tried to shake off the feeling. Still, I thought about the crush I had on him, and how I had always wanted to take him to bed with me but couldn't, and I wondered what he was thinking when he caught my scent....

Finally, we came to the a the barn that would be our new home. Steve unlocked the padlock and opened it for us. We walked in.

There was a water trough, some feed pails, and lot's of hay.

"I'll see you in the morning", Steve said. Then he closed the barn door behind us, locking it.

"Well, I guess we're all alone now", said Chris, looking at me.

"Yeah", I replied, lowering my head.

I looked back up, and we stared at each other for a second. Our scents mingled in the cool night air.

Chris walked up to me and sniffed at my muzzle. "You smell so much like... girl...", he said.

I snorted in laughter, then inhaled: Chris's own scent was musky, both like a horse and a men's looker room. Tingles ran through me as I smelled him, settling in my underbelly, and a wave of warmth passed through me.

Then Chris walked beside me, and put his muzzle under my tail and sniffed again.

"Hey!", I exclaimed, turning around. "Don't do that!"

"Sorry, I... couldn't help it", he replied weakly.

That's when I noticed his penis was protruding a few inches from his sheath. I stared at it, and for a brief moment I wondered what it would be like to have him in me, to be fucked by him as a mare not a man, and another wave of warmth passed through me, settling in my underbelly again, only this time my mares teats felt warm, and to my surprise I felt my mare nipples start to come erect.

I couldn't keep my eyes away from his protruding penis. I wanted to lick it, to suck it. And without thinking, I lowered my head under his belly and licked his protruding penis with my big, wet horse tongue.

"Mmmm...", he moaned, "Mike... what?!"

I licked him again. That penis, Chris's penis, the penis I had always wanted in me, started to grow out of it's sheath. Warm butterfly tingles poured through me again, and I thought of how much I had always wanted to do it with him, but never could because he was straight....

Never could, I thought, until now.

I kept licking his warm, salty flesh as his penis slid about a foot out of it's sheath. "Mike, what are doing?!", he exclaimed.

What I've always wanted to, I thought, licking again.

He backed away from me skittishly, then craned his head down and back to look at his erection. "Oh God, my dick!", he almost shouted.

I realized then that I could feel wetness between my hind legs. I shook myself, warmth and tingles filling me, then I got a bright idea: I turned around, presenting him my backside, and raised my tail. I looked back at him. "Now you lick me", I said.

Chris, I knew, was a virgin, so I didn't know how he would react, but I had my suspicions....

"Are you serious?!", he asked.

"Yeah", I replied. "I just want to know what it feels like."

That was enough for him. He put his nose to my new cunt, sniffed, and licked the lips of my new pussy with his huge, wet horse tongue. A bright bolt of sensation traveled straight up my body into my brain, and my eyes opened wide and I whinnied as I felt his tongue caress my new female pussy lips.

Then his tongue parted my lips and he found my vaginal hole, licking it. Warm pleasure spread from my pussy to my mares teats and vagina, and I moaned. It felt almost like having your dick sucked!

Then he moved his tongue a little lower, and found my new female clitoris. Bright bolts of sensation shot through me as he licked it, and I whinnied, tossing my head and mane at the feeling, stomping my hooves into the ground.

"Oh God... fuck...", I panted, closing my eyes in pleasure.

Then suddenly he stopped. "I can't take this anymore", he said, and then next thing I felt was was his fore-hooves on my rump.

I craned my neck back to look back at him, and he was rearing over me, his erect penis hanging out about three feet out of it's sheath....

Warm tingles filled my body at the sight, settling in my underbelly and making my mare teats feel warm. I felt my mare nipples go fully erect, poking out like stiff little finger tips. Was he really going to do it?

I watched as he guided his tip to my mare pussy, eyes wide open, and he poked me in the cunt a few times. Here it comes!, I thought, catching my breath in anticipation, he's going to do it!

Then he poked it between my pussy lips, slid it up a little, and found the opening of my mare vagina. I gasped, and he_pushed_ a little, sliding it into me a few inches. I felt the warm, slick flesh of my new vagina part around his head, sending more tingles through me, and I stomped my hooves in expectation.

He was, I realized, really going to fuck me!

Then he walked his hips up to mine, sliding the whole length of his three foot long cock into me with an electric sensation that sent a wave of pleasure coursing through my body....

"Ah!", I cried out as I felt the entire length of his cock filling my new vagina! It felt warm, and hard, resting under my belly....

I could feel his massive balls pressed against my cunt....

"Oh God yes!", Chris exclaimed, then he pulled back, sliding his cock almost all the way out of me, then he rammed it back into me again, his balls hitting my cunt, making me moan as another wave of pleasure crashed through me.

"How does that feel?", Chris asked, his cock in me to the hilt, his balls against my cunt. It was, I thought, far better than any anal sex I had ever had.

"Oh... fuck...", was all I could manage.

Then he started to thrust, sliding his massive cock back and forth inside me, sending waves of pleasure crashing though my body from my vagina. I started to cry out, "Oh! Oh! Oh! OH! OH! OH!". I couldn't believe the intense feelings of pleasure he was giving me: I was actually getting it! From Chris! As a mare!

It was like a dream come true, and it was incredible.

Then he started to pick up the pace, getting into a regular rhythm, and suddenly I was whinnying and tossing my head and mane, stomping my hooves into the ground as he... as he fucked me!

I couldn't believe I was getting it from my crush!

"Whoo!", Chris shouted, "This... feels... great!" as he continued to thrust.

I could feel his weight on my back, his balls slamming against my cunt with each thrust, his fore-hooves on my rump, my erect nipples hanging in the cool night air, his massive cock sliding back and forth inside me....

Pleasure started to build in my vagina as each stroke made the sensation of being fucked more and more intense, until I felt like I couldn't take it anymore, and I cried out "Chris!", and came....

A warm, wet blanket of pleasure rolled through my whole body from my spasming vagina as I had my first female orgasm, and suddenly I felt like I was weightless, seeing white light and stars in my vision as I floated away in ecstasy, unable to feel to feel my tail or hooves....

I whinnied and and neighed and tossed my head and mane as I floated in ecstasy for ten or fifteen seconds, then finally I started to come back down to Earth. Then it was over, and Chris was still fucking me. I whinnied again, realizing I could still feel all three feet of his cock sliding back and forth inside me, slowly building up the pleasure in my vagina again.

Then suddenly he cried out "Oh... Mike!", and pushed his penis as far up into me as it would go, his head bumping into the opening of my new womb. And then I felt it grow warmer and more engorged, and then start to pulse as he started shooting about a quart of semen into me!

I just stood there, breathing hard as he came in me.

I tried to catch my breath, Chris in me, as it ended. I had just been fucked! By Chris!

I shook my head and mane: it had felt incredible!

Then I felt his penis growing flaccid inside me, shrinking back, and he dismounted me.

"Oh God, Mike", I heard him say behind me, "that was incredible!"

Yeah, that made two of us....

Then he walked up beside me, rubbing his warm body against mine. He nuzzled me.

"I can't believe I just lost my virginity as a horse!", he said.

I sighed. I couldn't believe I had just gotten it as a mare.

He nuzzled me again. "So... how was it?", he asked.

"Good", I panted, still catching my breath.

"That's great!", he replied, whacking me on the butt with his tail. "You wouldn't believe what it feels like to have a three foot cock!"

And we stood there for a few moments, catching our breathes. Then he walked up to the feed trough and began to eat.

I joined him, and we ate for a few minutes.

That gave me some time to think: Chris had just given me the most explosive sexual experience of my life, and as I looked at his lean, muscular stallion body, smelling his musky male scent as he stood beside me, the warm butterfly tingles started to return to my underbelly, and settle in my vagina and mare teats, making them feel warm. My nipples started to come erect again....

Long minutes passed, and I realized that I wanted to do it again....

I stared at his sheath and balls beneath his belly. God, I wanted his penis in me again, to submit to him again, to be fucked by him again....

And then his penis started to slide out of it's sheath again.

Then he finished his food and nuzzled me again, licking my muzzle. "So... you want to do it again?", he asked.

I stared at him for a moment, then nodded my head and whickered. "Yeah", I managed, and nuzzled him, licking his muzzle. He nuzzled me back.

My whole body felt warm now, not just my vagina and teats, and I was tingling with excitement. My mares nipples where poking out like long stiff fingers from my teats, and that gave me an idea....

"Chris", I breathed, "suck my teats for me...."

I wondered what that would feel like.

"OK", he replied, and backing up a little and turning, he put his head under my lower belly, and the next thing I felt was his big, wet horse tongue licking my nipples, making me shiver with delight.

Then he caught one in his mouth and briefly sucked, sending a bright bolt of sensation shooting straight to my pussy. I whinnied.

"Liked that, did you?", he said, and grabbed my nipple again in his mouth, this time sucking longer and harder. It felt like an electrical cable ran straight from my teat to my pussy, and it felt like like he was sucking the life out of me....

I stomped my hooves and whinnied again: God, it just drove me crazy....

I closed my eyes and wondered what it would be like to give milk....

Then he stopped. I craned my neck around to look at him, and saw that he had another massive erection. He was looking back at me. "You ready to do it again, Mike?", he asked.

Damn straight I wanted it again.

With that thought in mind, I walked forward a little, offering him my backside, swishing my tail aside. I giggled in expectation as he mounted me, gasping as the head of his penis spread the lips of my pussy, and he walked his hips up to mine, pushing his massive cock into my wet flesh, spreading it electrically and making me moan.

"Oh... Chris! Fuck me!", I cried, and he started thrusting. I stomped my hooves, pounding them into the earth and crying out with each thrust as I felt his cock sliding back and forth inside me.

Chris quickly brought me to a screaming orgasm, and then a few moments later, he came himself. We rested together for a short while, catching our breathes, and then he dismounted me.

His penis leaving me left an empty feeling in my vagina - I wanted him back in me. Again.

I walked up beside him, rubbed my body against his, and started nuzzling him again.

I wondered how long it took stallions to get an erection.

Chris nuzzled me back, and we rubbed against each other for awhile as time passed.

"God, this stallions body feels great!", Chris exclaimed. Then he nuzzled me again. "And I'm really turned on by you."

I snorted - he didn't know the half of it. Standing there next to him, smelling his scent, made my whole body warm and tingly. God, I was hornier than I'd ever been in my life.

I dropped my head to his underbelly, sniffing at his genitals. The overpowering scent of his sex sent tingles running straight to my vagina. I began licking his sheath.

He turned his head to look at me. "What's gotten into you, Mike?", he asked, but I ignored him.

Then the head of his penis started to protrude from his sheath, and I started licking that instead.

"Mmmm...", Chris moaned. He rubbed his body against mine, and began to sniff under my tail. So I raised my tail to let him.

Rapidly, the rest of his penis, all three feet of it, came out of his sheath. It had taken maybe all of fifteen minutes for him to be ready again. So I took a few steps forward, and craned my head back to look at him.

"Mount me again, Chris", I said.

"No argument here", he replied, and climbed atop me. Then he found my vagina again with the tip of dick, and I moaned as he slid it all the way into me. Then he was humping me again, making me cry out in ecstasy, pounding my hooves and tossing my head and mane until he built me up to my third female orgasm. "I... just... came...", I managed, as I came back down to earth again.

"Let's go for two", said Chris, still riding me.

The pleasure in my vagina continued to build as he kept fucking me, and in a few minutes, I came again. This orgasm was even longer and more wonderful than the first three had been....

Finally, Chris came, and then we just stood there, linked, catching our breathes. Eventually, I felt his penis go flaccid inside me, withdrawing, and he dismounted me.

It left an empty feeling In my vagina where his cock had been. God, it felt like he completed me when he was in me, and I felt empty without him....

We looked at each other and touched noses. "That was great", I told him, looking into his eyes. He nuzzled me. And that's when my crush on Chris turned into something more like love.

My heart started to race, and my breathing started to come in short pants as I considered our relationship. It had gone from lust, to a crush, to what I thought might be love, as Chris had just given me the best sexual experience of my life.

And then the logical side of my mind turned on, and I started to worry about getting pregnant. If I let him fuck me, wouldn't I get knocked up? And that thought brought me to a mental divide.

I wondered what would happen if he got me pregnant, and I had a foal with him? Would he start loving me? As I loved him? Could I get him to love me? And as we stood there, warm bodies beside each other, our scents mingling in the cool night air, he began to nibble at my mane. I giggled, tossing my head. A foal, I thought, would be fun to raise together, and I could nurse him from my teats....

I would be the mother, and he would be the father....

The thought brought a warm feeling of bliss with it.

But was I really ready to get pregnant with Chris and have a foal? And what would birth be like - it looked pretty painful, baby horses where pretty large.

Chris put his head to my underbelly and licked my teats, making my nipples start to come erect again, and I wondered again what it would be like to give milk....

Then I imagined myself as a pregnant mare, a growing foal in her womb, another nursing at her teats, and I thought it would be wonderful if we had a foal together. Chris and I, the loving parents....

My whole body felt warm and tingly again, and Chris was now sniffing me under the tail....

We had sex a half dozen more times after that, over several hours, my love for Chris growing with each mating, until we where both too exhausted and sore to stand up. Finally, we laid down beside each other, curling our legs under our bodies, and slept.

The next morning I awoke to sunlight streaming in between the spaces in the barns frame, and birds singing. I slowly got up, rising to all fours, and looked down on Chris.

I watched his handsome stallion body breathing as he slept for a few minutes, and thought about last night. God, never in my life had I felt anything like the pleasure he had given me, and I swished my tail as I remembered. My vagina felt a little bit sore from last night, but mostly I felt completely sexually satisfied. And I tossed my head and mane as I wondered if I was pregnant after last night, because I was certainly in love with Chris....

I wondered what Chris would say if he knew I wanted to have a foal with him, that I was in love with him....

I lowered my head and nuzzled him.

Chris opened his eyes, then yawned and got up. He stretched out his magnificent stallion body in front of me, then looked at me.

Both our stomach's loudly rumbled.

"Let's get something to eat", I suggested, and we wandered around the barn. The feed pails where empty, and the door leading to the pasture was locked, so we settled for hay.

"So... did you enjoy last night?", Chris asked me between bites of hay.

I flicked my tail at the memory. "Yeah", I replied. "but I'm a little sore...."

"I know how you feel. My balls ache like hell", he said. "I don't think I'll want sex again for a week!"

"You and me both", I replied, sighing.

As we where eating, we heard the lock on the barn door unclasp, and a man opened the barn door. It was Steve, the horse whisperer.

"Mike? Chris?" he asked.

"Yes?", we replied.

"I'll be taking care of you from now on", he told us. "Now follow me, I'm going to have you shod."

So we followed him to another barn, and he put horseshoes on our hooves. Then he released us into the pasture to graze.

We grazed in silence, cropping the fresh green grass for a few hours, and I had time to think. What did last night really mean? To him, to us? And did I really want to have a foal with Chris? Was I really that in love with him? Suddenly, I wasn't so sure.

I looked over at his masculine stallion body, catching his scent, but no tingles or warmth this time. I guess I just wasn't very horny after last night....

That made me wonder: just what had I been thinking? Sure, I had a crush on him, and now being female I could offer myself to him in a way I never could have before... but a dozen times in one night?! And the lust I had felt for him, I had never felt anything like that before in my life. Was it normal for mares?

Why had I wanted to get pregnant?

And that brought me to another question: could... could I have been in heat? I scraped the earth with a hoof and wondered. What if I had been in heat? That would sure explain a lot.

Would if the witch had not only turned me into a mare, but had turned me into a mare in heat?

But that would mean... that would mean I was... pregnant....

I shook my head, tossing my mane. Last night, I had wanted a foal. Now, I wasn't too sure about that. I thought about being pregnant for eleven months, and then giving birth to a foal. Was I really ready for that? And what would Chris think?

And how was I going to explain this to him?

Then Steve walked up to us. "Mike? Chris? It's time for your training", he said. And he led us back to the barn. In the barn where a pair of saddles and two bit-less bridles. "Chris, you're first", he said. "You need to learn how to carry a rider."

So he saddled up Chris, and put the bridle on over his muzzle. Then he put a foot in a stirrup, and climbed into the saddle. "Let's take it easy at first", he said, guiding him out of the barn with the reigns. I followed.

He rode Chris around for about an hour, then guided him back to the barn, where he took off Chris's saddle and bridle and brushed him down. And then it was my turn. Steve was surprisingly light on my back, and I had no problem carrying him. Together, we rode through the farm.

When we got back, he took off my saddle and bridle, and brushed me down. Then he told us good-bye, and that he would be back tomorrow, and he left us in the barn.

Chris walked up to me and nuzzled me. I nuzzled him back. "You... want to do it again?", he asked.

I looked at him. The love I had felt for him last night just wasn't there. I looked down and muttered "I'm... still a little sore."

"I understand", he replied. "So am I."

How was I going to tell him my suspicions?

Then my stomach rumbled - I was hungry again. "Come on", I said, "let's graze", and we walked out into the pasture and started to munch the green grass again.

Days passed, and we fell into the regular routine of horse training. Steve told us we where being prepared for the races, so we raced each other quite a bit. Chris almost always won those races....

The lust I had felt for Chris never came back, even when we slept beside each other in the barn, and I began to mentally kick myself at the thought that I had been in love with him. And I began to grow more and more certain that our one night of passion had been about me being in heat. And Chris never asked for sex again....

I began to get very, very worried that I might be pregnant with Chris's foal.

Finally, Steve introduced us to Frank, one of the midgets. He would be our jockey in the race. Frank was a nice enough fellow. He wasn't even surprised to meet a talking mare named Mike. We struck up a conversation, and it turned out that he had been a basketball player until the witch had made him fun-sized, and forced him to stay on her farm and work for her if he ever wanted to be turned back.

Then came the day when we where loaded into a horse trailer and taken off to the track. We competed with other horses in our class, as Frank rode us, and we even won some prize money.

Sometimes at night, when we where alone in the barn, Chris would bring up sex. But I just didn't want to do it. He seemed to except that. I think he thought I was embarrassed about the whole thing. Still, he would sometimes nuzzle me and rub against me, making me remember our night of love-making, and how I had felt about him....

This went on for a few weeks, until one morning I started to feel a lump in my womb. Right away I was worried, and so I asked Steve to check me out when Chris was out grazing. He felt and prodded my underbelly, and told me that yes, I was pregnant. He asked me how it had happened, and I told him. He told me the witch would be happy to hear it, but he would have to take me off the racing team.

So I screwed up my courage, and went out into the field to tell Chris.

I caught up with him as he grazed, and nuzzled him. "Chris", I said, and snorted. Where to begin....

"Yes?", he looked at me.

I looked down. "Steve says I'm pregnant", I mumbled.

Chris stared. "Are you serious?"

I looked back up at him. "Yes", I replied weakly.

"From... from that night?"

"Yeah. I... think I was in heat...."

He nuzzled me, unexpectedly. "That explains things", was his reply. He nuzzled me again. "I guess that's why your scent doesn't turn me on anymore..."

That made two of us, I thought.

I nuzzled him back, and licked his ear. I was going to be a mommy, and Chris was the father....

I wondered if I should tell him that I loved him, but it didn't really feel like love anymore. Just affection. And I wondered how we would deal with being parents.

"So... you're going to have a foal?", he asked me.

"It looks like it", I replied. I looked back up at him. "Our foal."

He nuzzled me again. "I... I don't know what to say."

I sighed. I nuzzled him back. "You're going to be a daddy", I told him.

"Mike", he said, "I think I love you."

I stared into his eyes. That had caught me off guard. I felt the old affection I had had for him come rushing back. My heart fluttered and I caught my breath.

"Really?", I replied.

"Yeah. Really."

I nuzzled him again, and he nuzzled me back. A moment of awkward silence stretched out between us.

"I... I have feelings for you too", I admitted, scraping the earth with a hoof.

"That's good", was all he said, swishing his tail.

And we nuzzled each other in the bright sunlit field.

Months passed on the farm, and racing season ended. My pregnancy grew until I could actually feel the tiny body of the foal inside me. Our foal. And he was growing.

My flanks started to bulge a little, and Chris noticed that. "You're starting to look pregnant", he told me one day, nuzzling me.

"I can feel him in me", I replied.

"Mike... I'm... I'm sorry I knocked you up", he told me.

I looked at him. "Don't be", I said. "It wasn't your fault."

He shook his head, tossing his mane. "I should have realized you where in heat...."

"I should have, too", I told him. "But it's too late for regrets now."

"That's true", he licked at my ears.

We nuzzled each other for a few moments in the bright sunlight. And I wondered if I could really handle motherhood. But at least I had Chris with me....

Months passed, and summer turned to autumn. My pregnancy grew until our foal was a heavy weight inside me and I actually felt fat, and I could start to make out the parts of our foal inside me: his legs against the bottom of my womb, his head near the front and top, his little body filling me. And then one day, he squirmed a little inside me.

It felt almost magical, having a little foal moving inside your womb. I told Chris that I could feel our foal moving inside me, and he nuzzled me and told me "Good."

Autumn turned to winter and the first snows fell. My belly ballooned with my growing foal, who shifted and stirred inside me constantly. I was, I thought, getting really tired of being pregnant, and I couldn't wait until he born - I just wanted him _out_of me!

We spent most of our time in the barn during the winter, eating hay and oats. Chris and I would make small talk, and we tried to come up with names.

When spring finally arrived, I was ten months pregnant and felt every bit of it. Then another change started to happen - my nipples started to itch, and my teats would feel warm sometimes, and they _grew._I was making milk for our foal.

And so another month passed, until I was quite ready for the miracle to happen.

And then one day, while Chris and I where grazing, my water broke. Here it comes, I thought, I'm about to give birth!

I told Chris: "My water just broke. Go get Steve."

He looked at me, eyes wide. "Right", he said, and took off at a gallop towards the manor house.

Shortly afterward, the contractions started. At first they weren't too painful, and came minutes apart, then that changed as they got very painful, coming closer to two minutes apart.

I could feel my vagina dilating.

Chris returned with Steve, riding bareback, very swiftly. Steve dismounted, and ask me how I was doing.

Then another contraction hit, and I grunted in pain. "Fine", I managed, "just having... contractions...."

"OK", he said, then walked behind me and lifted my tail. "You're dilating. It won't be long, don't worry."

"Don't worry?!", I replied, "You ever try to give birth to foal?"

"Why, yes", he said, "and it wasn't as hard as I thought it would be."

Then he told me the story of how he had been an old man, until the witch had turned him into a young mare and bred him, or rather her, to one of her stallions. I stood there and listened to the story as another contraction hit me, making me grunt in pain again. So Steve had actually had a foal, for the witch?!

"The experience taught me quite a lot about horses", he smiled.

"So... what happens next?", I managed.

"Well, in a few hours your foal with drop down from your womb into your birth canal. Then just push, and he'll be born."

And that's exactly what happened - after a few more hours of enduring the contractions, the foal dropped down, and I pushed, as hard as I could, screaming in agony as our foal was born.

Then I turned around, and started licking the amniotic sack off our foal, nuzzling him until I was sure our foal was breathing.

Our foal was brown, with white socks and a white star on his forehead.

"Good job", said Steve, "I knew you could do it."

Chris only rubbed against me, nuzzling me.

The my foal started to get up, rising on four gangly legs, and turned around to sniff and nuzzle me.

I stared. My foal was a girl, I noticed, and as I watched she stuck her nose in my underbelly and went straight for my teats.

I felt her mouth grab one of my nipples, and she sucked. An electric charge of pleasure ran straight to my pussy as I felt a squirt of warm milk shoot through my nipple into her mouth. And then she was sucking in earnest, making it feel like an electric cable connected my teat to my pussy as she drank the milk from my swollen teat.

I sighed, lowering my head - it felt good to nurse.

Steve patted me on the neck. "That's right", he said, "give her all she wants."

I nuzzled him. "Thanks", I said.

"Well, my job here is done", said Steve, and he started walking back to the manor house.

I rubbed against Chris, looking up at him. "What should we name our daughter?", I asked.

"Star", he said. And Star she became.

Days passed, and we found out that Star was a very energetic colt, playing with us, charging around, and running. We actually found a lot of joy in playing with her. And that made me feel closer to Chris, who had said he loved me.

He seemed to love and enjoy Star as much as I did.

Spring days passed into weeks, and as my colt grew, her appetite grew with her. Soon my teats felt swollen with milk all the time, and they itched. And when I galloped, they jiggled - bouncing and swaying uncomfortably. It was really annoying, and only nursing brought any relief.

Then, barely a month after I had given birth, I started to go into heat again.

We where grazing in the pasture outside our barn, and I was patiently nursing Star, when I started to think about the time Chris and I had mated. Looking over at his handsome stallion body, I suddenly wanted to do it again.

I remembered what it felt like when he had fucked me....

Then the wind carried me his scent, and a thrill went through me, settling in my underbelly and making my vagina and milk-swollen teats feels warm....

It was a feeling I hadn't experienced since that day a year ago when I had been transformed into a mare in heat, and mated with Chris.

About a year ago, precisely, I thought. And that's when I realized I was going into heat again.

Oh no, I thought. What should I do?!

Well, OK, I just have to stay away from Chris, I thought.

And the best way to do that, I thought, would be to tell him. And tell him to stay far away from me. That should do it.

So I walked up to Chris, interrupting Stars nursing as my nipple slipped from her mouth, and nuzzled him. He looked at me.

"Chris, I'm going into heat again", I told him.

"Are you serious?!", he exclaimed.

"Yep", I told him.

Behind me, Star caught up and grabbed my nipple in her mouth again, and started sucking.

I sighed.

Then Chris sniffed my muzzle, and then the air. "Well, you do smell more like... girl... than before. Yeah, like when you where in heat last time...."

"Look", I told him, "I want you to stay far away from me, so we cant smell each other."

He stared at me. I looked down. "I just had a foal, I don't want another", I whispered.

"I understand", he replied, and he turned and walked away.

I watched him go, longingly.

So I went back to grazing and nursing, sometimes interrupted by brief sexual fantasies of Chris mounting me again. And after awhile, I felt my pussy grow wet, and the longing to have Chris in me grew pretty intense.

Then Steve walked up to me. "Mike", he said, "I want you to follow me", and he turned and headed off to the barn. I followed him, Star behind me.

We entered the barn. "Wait for me here", he said, and left. So Star and I waited. I guessed he wanted to ride me again.

But he walked back with Chris in tow, leading him into the barn.

The sight of his masculine stallion body sent a thrill though me.

"No!", I cried out from the shadows of the barn, and Steve slipped out, closed the barn doors, and locked them.

I was trapped in here with him.

"Mike, is that you?", Chris asked.

Now I could smell his scent, musky and male, filling the barn, and warm butterfly-tingles settled in my underbelly, making my vagina and teats even warmer. My nipples started to come erect....

"Just... just stay away from me!", I pleaded, swishing my mane and tail in exasperation.

"Oh God... it is you!", he exclaimed, sniffing the air.

I watched as his penis began to grow out of it's sheath.

I stomped my hooves at the sensations flooding through me. "Just stay back... stay on your side of the barn", I said.

"OK. Will do", he said, and I turned so that I couldn't see his body. That didn't do anything about his scent, though....

Minutes passed, and as I started to idly munch on the hay, my whole body became warm and tingly, my pussy wet. His scent filled the barn, and it made me more horny than I'd ever been in my life. I just wanted to fuck him, to submit to him, to have in me, because now my vagina felt empty without his cock in it.

And I kept flashing back to the last time we had mated, and what that had been like, Chris mounting me and riding me like the mare in heat that I was. I wanted that so bad again I could taste it.

Then I heard: "Mike, you there?"

"Yeah", I replied, swallowing a mouth-full of hay.

"Are you as horny as I am, because I got this aching three foot boner...."

I snorted in laughter, then caught myself. "I'm in fucking heat, how do you think I feel?!", I shot back.

There was a moment of silence.

"So...", he asked, "what's it like to be in heat?"

So I described it to him. "My whole body feels warm and tingly, but especially my vagina and teats. My nipples are very erect, and my pussy is wet, and I need something in my vagina, bad....", I told him.

"Oh", he replied. "Because this erection really aches."

I sighed. "Just stay on your side", I said.

"Will do", he replied.

That's when Star rubbed against me. The fondness I had for my colt came rushing back to my heart, and I nuzzled her. Then she turned around, put her head beneath my underbelly, and grabbed my right nipple in her mouth. I smiled to myself at the sensation, her mouth warm and slick around my sensitive nipple, her cold, wet nose poking my painfully milk-swollen teat....

Then she sucked, and drew milk. I sighed as an electric bolt of pleasure flew from my teat to my pussy as I felt a warm stream of milk shoot through my nipple. Then she was nursing in earnest, working my teat like the hungry colt she was. I sighed again, and tried to relax, flicking my tail in silent pleasure.

And I thought of Star, and how much we loved her, and how much fun playing with her was. Soon, she would stop nursing and grow into a horse, though. So, some small part of me said, maybe I should make another....

I shook my head and mane: where had that thought come from? Oh, yeah, I told myself, you're in heat.

But I couldn't stop thinking about sex. God, I needed Chris to fuck me. I kept imagining him mounting me, remembering what it had been like when he fucked me. My hot, wet vagina ached to be penetrated.

I whickered in exasperation again.

Then Chris did something unexpected: he walked up to me.

His proximity shot a thrill through me, and I looked at him: muscular, male, with a three foot long erection...

"Oh... I... I see your nursing....", he said.

"Yeah", I replied, glaring back. "I told you to stay away...."

"Mike", he asked, "do you love me?"

"I...", my gaze turned softer as I searched my feelings. Yeah, I had feelings for him, kind of a crush really. He was more than just a friend. But did I love him? Well, we did have a foal together, whom we both loved very much, so I guessed it was possible that what I felt for Chris was love, and not just infatuation....

"... I guess. I guess I do, Chris....", was my answer, scraping a hoof on the barn floor.

"And you know I love you, right?", he asked.

"Yeah", I sighed.

"Then let's do something about this...", he said, and he looked down and back at his erect penis.

Another thrill shot through me as I followed his gaze. Why not, said a small part of my mind. Don't you love him?

Yes...no. I couldn't make up my mind.

"Chris, I don't want to have another foal", I told him.

"That", he said, "I can understand."

There was a moment of silence while he stood beside me, making me more and more horny by the second.

Star finished nursing, burped, and walked away to lay in some hay. I watched her go contentedly, my right teat feeling much better, but Chris broke me out of my reverie by snorting.

I turned to look at him. He stepped up to me and nuzzled me, sending another thrill through me, then he put his mouth to my ear....

"Well, how about oral? Can you give me a blow job?", he whispered.

Huh? I thought for a second. Yeah, why not? I'd given plenty of blow-jobs in my life, and if it would bring him relief....

"Sure", I told him. I backed up a few steps, and lowered my head to his underbelly. Another thrill shot through me as I inhaled the scent of his sex. Then I licked the length of his erection with my big, warm, wet horse tongue. God, I wanted that cock in me....

Chris moaned in pleasure.

Then I took the head of his penis in my mouth and maybe the first six inches of his shaft, and I began to lick and suck it.

"Oh, fuck yeah!", cried Chris. "Mmmm...."

I sucked him off for a minute, the whole time wanting his penis in me, instead of in my mouth, when Chris lowered his head beneath my tail, and began to lick my pussy. I almost chocked on his cock in surprise, eyes wide as I felt his tongue on me....

Electric tingles shot through me straight to my brain as he licked my wet flesh, then he parted my pussy lips with his tongue, and began to lick my clitoris and vaginal opening in long strokes.

Pleasure built in my pussy and the aching need in my vagina to be penetrated only grew and grew. I thought of our foal, of how much I loved her, and suddenly, I wanted another. With Chris. And I fantasized again about him mounting me, getting me pregnant....

Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. I had to have him in me.

So I let go of his dick, and took a few steps forward, then I craned my neck and head back to look at Chris.

He was looking at me. Our eyes met, and my love for him flooded through me. My heart began to flutter, my breath coming in short gasps as a tingling warmth flooded my body....

And in that moment, I wanted to start a family with Chris, my lover....

"Take me", I begged him, swishing my tail aside. God, I needed him in me....

And without another work, Chris mounted me. He reared up behind me, and wrapped his forelegs around my flanks, guiding the head of his penis to my pussy. He poked me a few times, then found it, sliding his tip up to my vaginal opening, entering me a little.

Shivering in anticipation, I neighed and closed my eyes as a pulse of sensation shot through me when his tip entered me.

Then he walked his hips up to mine, sliding the entire length of his three foot long cock into me, and I had a penetration orgasm. A massive, warm wave of pleasure spread through me from my spasming vagina, leaving me feeling weightless, and I saw the familiar stars and white light of female orgasm.

I cried out, and Chris shouted "Oh, God, I needed that."

Then, as I started to come back down to Earth, Chris started humping me, sliding his massive cock back and forth inside me. I started to make small moaning sounds as pleasure started to build in my vagina. I could feel his huge balls slapping against my cunt with each thrust, my milk-swollen teats jiggling, bouncing and swaying....

I began to pound my hooves into the ground as pleasure kept building in my vagina, tossing my head and mane, flicking my tail, and crying out or neighing.

Then I couldn't take it anymore, and I came again. My second orgasm was more intense and lasted longer than the first one, and I neighed and neighed and neighed....

A minute later, Chris came in me. And he came for a long time, filling the top of my vagina with about a quart of cum....

We stood there, linked, as we both caught our breathes.

Then his penis began to shrink back out of me, and he dismounted me, leaving an empty feeling inside me where he had been.

I stretched beside him, flicking my mane and tail: God, that had felt so good, and I had needed it so badly.

Chris walked up to me and nuzzled me. "I love you", he said.

"I love you too", I replied.

"That's good", he said, then added "Phew! That was fun!", and walked up to the hay-bales and started to eat.

I joined him, sometimes rubbing against him, or him against me, as we ate. About fifteen minutes passed, and the warmth and tingles started to return to my body as we stood beside each other, our scents mingling in the evening spring air.

Then Chris finished eating, and nibbled my mane, making me giggle. I hit him on the rump with my tail.

Then he looked at me and said: "You ready to do it again?"

A thrill shot through me as I thought of having sex with him again. I nuzzled him. "Sure", I whispered.

I watched as he circled around behind me, his penis sliding out of his sheath. Warmth and tingles flooded through me at the sight as he walked behind me, settling in my vagina and teats, making my nipples come erect. Then he got behind me and mounted me, making me cry out as he penetrated me, then we where fucking again, leaving me gasping and panting and whickering and neighing in pleasure. He made me come again, and as I was returning to Earth, all I could think about was the foal we where making. I wondered if it would be a boy or a girl. I wanted a boy this time.

He made me come a second time before he came himself.

Then he was nibbling the back of my mane, and he told me he loved me before dismounting me.

We just stood there, staring at each other, breathing each others scent.

"Chris", I told him, nuzzling him, "I want a boy this time."

"I'll do my best", he replied.

We made love all evening long and into the night.

I awoke the next morning beside Chris and Star. My whole body was sore, even my vagina, and my over-full teats ached with milk. But at least I wasn't in heat anymore. I wasn't horny in the least, in fact I felt sexually satisfied....

I slowly got to all fours, and I walked up to Star, nuzzling her awake. She yawned and stretched and got up, then went head-first for my underbelly, putting her little colt muzzle to my right teat and nursing.

I sighed in relief as my milk flowed, and turned my head to look at Chris, watching his magnificent stallion body slowly breathing as he slept.

My heart skipped a beat as affection for him flooded through me and I thought of last night. We had just mated. Again. I let that sink in for a minute: it looked like we would be having another foal. Eleven months of pregnancy loomed ahead of me, but I didn't care: I wanted another foal.

Because I loved Chris, and he loved me. And I also loved Star.

I stepped away from my nursing colt, making her lose her grip on my nipple, and nuzzled Chris, then licked his muzzle. He stirred and opened his eyes. "Good morning", I told him.

"Oh, God, I am sore!", he said, then slowly he managed to get up.

Star stepped back up to my flank and put her head back under my underbelly, grabbing my nipple again in her mouth and sucking.

I sighed in pleasure, flicking my tail as she nursed again.

In front of me, Chris stretched out and yawned. "Good morning to you, too", he said. Then he licked me on the muzzle. I nibbled his neck back.

"Let's get something to eat", he said, and walked up to the hay. I followed him, stepping away from Star for a moment. We both started munching hay, and Star caught back up to me, this time taking her breakfast from my other nipple.

That's good, I thought, I hate being lopsided.

So we ate, occasionally rubbing against each other, and Star finished nursing, leaving both my teats feeling much emptier. I thought about my love for Chris and Star, and now the foal I was surely carrying.

Then I heard the padlock unlock, and the barn doors opened. Standing there was Steve.

I glared at him. "Why did you lock is in here last night?", I shot at him.

"The Mostress ordered me too", he replied. "Why?"

"Because Mike was in heat", said Chris.

"Oh", he said. "So did you... you know...."

"What do you think?!", I told him angrily.

He sighed. "Look, I'm sorry. I didn't know."

I swished my tail. So it wasn't his fault, it was the witches. And why did I care anyway, after all I loved Chris....

"So why are you here?", asked Chris.

"Well, I was going to take you for rides through the obstacle course, but I guess your both a little worn out, so just take the day off", he said. Then, whistling, he turned around and left.

Chris and I looked at each other, and we went out into the pasture to graze.

Weeks passed, and I began to wean Star. She nursed less and less, eating more and more grass and hay, and the swelling in my teats started to abate. It was, I thought, too bad: I was going to miss nursing her and having my teats sucked. Hell, I was going to miss having teats altogether.

In a few more weeks, I began to feel a familiar lump in my belly, where my womb was. So one morning when Steve came into our barn, I told him about it.

"Let me check you out", he said, smiling.

Chris watched as he felt and prodded my underbelly, finding the lump. "Yep", he said, "you're pregnant again."

Chris nuzzled me and licked my ear. I nuzzled him back. Steve watched us, smiling. We where going to be parents again....

The next day the Mostress came to see us.

"Chris, Mike?", she called out from the barn door.

We walked up to her.

"I hear you're going to have another foal", she said, smiling.

Chris and I looked at each other.

"Yep", I told her, "what of it?"

"Once you have your third, I'll turn you back", she said.

Chris and I looked at each other again.

"You want me to have three foals... with Chris?"

"Thoroughbred horses like you two are very valuable", she said. "I'll make my money, and you can be turned back."

That made me think. I had gotten so used to the easy life of being a mare, did I even want to be turned back? And then there was Chris. How could I love him as a man?

Then Chris surprised me by saying: "What if I don't want to be turned back?"

I stared at him. Did he love me that much? "Then you can stay a horse", said the Mostress, smiling.

But I didn't want to stay a horse, even if it meant breaking up with Chris. Then I got an idea. "When you turn us back, can I stay female?", I asked.

"Why would you want to stay female?", she asked.

I looked back at Chris. "Because we love each other", I said.

Chris nuzzled my neck.

She smiled at us. "Oh, I suppose that can be arranged", she said. "Take good care of my foals, now, will you?"

I nodded my head.

Then the Mostress vanished in a shower of sparks, leaving behind a slight brimstone stench.

Chris was staring at me. Then he did a little horse-dance and exclaimed "We're going to get turned back!"

"Yep", I agreed, "after I have three foals."

Chris nuzzled me. "Are you serious about staying a girl?", he asked me.

"I sure am", I replied. "We can move in together, get married, start a family together...."

"That's wonderful!", he replied, and licked my muzzle and ears. "I love you".

"I love you, too", I told him, feeling it in my heart.

Months passed, and as spring faded into summer, I started to put on some weight. The lump in my womb had grown to the size of a basketball, and my flanks had expanded a few inches to accommodate it.

Then one fine summer day, a strange thing happened. A female golden retriever walked into our pasture where the three of us where grazing. I could tell the dog was female because she had eight bulbous milk-swollen teats hanging from her chest and belly.

She walked up to us, and in a very clear girls voice said "Hello".

Chris and I exchanged glances, then stared back down at the dog.

"You can talk?!", we exclaimed in unison.

"Yeah, I can talk", said the dog, sitting down on her haunches. "My name's Gary. You must be Chris and Mike", she finished.

I did a double take: the female dog was named Gary?

"That's right", said Chris.

"Did you used to be a person, too?", I asked the dog.

"Yep", she replied, "until I called the Mostress a hot bitch with big tits. You can see what she turned me into."

I shook my head. The Mostress sure was a pervert....

"So... what do you want?", asked Chris.

"I want you to meet somebody", she said. "Follow me". And she got up and started to walk towards the road.

Chris and I looked at each other again, and then we decided to follow her.

We walked down the road, Star following, as Gary led us to a gate, deftly opening it with her muzzle and paws, then closing it behind us.

We went through two more gates, then out into cow pasture.

Gary let us up to an obviously pregnant white milk cow and a black bull. "This is Tom and Emily", she said. "Tom, Emily, meet Mike and Chris."

"Hello, Emily", I said to the cow. "Hello Tom", I said to the bull.

"I'm Tom", said the cow. "That's Emily", she pointed with her muzzle at the bull.

Another pair of the witches victims, I thought.

"Oh...", I managed.

"Is that your colt?", asked Tom, looking at Star.

"Our colt", I said, rubbing against Chris. "She's four months old."

"Was it hard?", asked Tom.

"Was what hard?", I replied.

"You know... the birth....". she said.

"Oh", I said. Looking at Tom's pregnancy, I guess she was as worried as I had been.

"It was... easier than I expected", I told her. "I was only in labor for a few hours, and then she came all at once, in one big painful_push."_

"Oh... I see", said Tom.

Then the four of us, Emily, Tom, Chris, and I shared our stories about how we had been transformed, and life here on the witch's farm. Tom had also been a farmhand, until she had tried to quit, calling the Mostress a fucking cow - hence her current form. So had Emily, but she had told the witch that she was full of bull.

Tom was new here, having quit and been transformed about six months ago. Emily had been here for three years.

When we where done, Gary said "Come on, I want to introduce you to Sam the sow and Old Colonel Black: he's a rooster now. He used to own this farm."

And so we followed as Gary led us back to the dusty farm road.

Gary led us through a couple of gates to a large pig sty. "Sam", she called out, "you've got visitors!"

"Just a minute", came a womans voice, and a few seconds later a pregnant sow trotted out of the sty up to the fence.

"Oh, it's you", said the sow.

"This is Sam", said Gary. "She used to work here too, about six months ago."

"Yeah, before I got turned into a fucking sow, thanks to Tom", said Sam.

"Hey, that wasn't my fault", said Tom, "I didn't know you weren't supposed to talk to the farmhands."

"Sam, I want you to meet Mike and Chris. Mike is the mare", said Gary.

"Hello", said Sam the sow.

I stared at her. "So what's your story?", I asked.

"Where to begin", she said. Apparently, she had been been bringing hay to Tom, when Tom started talking to her. Then the Mostress had showed up, accused her breaking the rules, and turned her into a sow. Now she was consigned to the sty's, and she wasn't happy about it.

"Look at me", Sam said. "This is my second litter of piglets!"

I sympathized for her. At least I had love.

"Come on", said Gary, "Let's go see Old Colonel Black", and he opened the sty gate for her and let her out, closing it behind her.

And so our strange company set off to find Colonel Black, in the chicken coops.