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Becoming One

By: Cimmaron Spirit

For: Anonymous

**WARNING: Contains gay sex and relationships, transformation, muscle and cock growth and merging. Read it only if you are of legal age (18, 21, I dunno where you are reading this from!) and if you like what I just mentioned. Otherwise, enjoy!**

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Edward and Richard lay curled up beside each other under the blanket of their queen sized bed. They both breathed heavily, having just exerted themselves a few moments before in passionate love, and the smell of sweat and musk enveloped them, just like how their bodies were intertwined with each other. Richard's small hand idly explored the thick hair on his mate's chest, casually tweaking a nipple when he brushed past the nub.

Edward moaned softly, before he began shuffling his larger body into a more comfortable sitting position and stretched, his arms flexing above him. Richard took a deep breath and sighed, laying his head down in the forest of hair broad, thick chest, listening to the quick rhythm of the heartbeat settle into a more relaxed, sedate state.

"I love you Eddie," Richard said in a half whisper, making the larger man chuckle.

"I do as well, Rich," Edward replied, before reaching over and turning on his light, then reaching into the drawer of his nightstand. "And I got something for you."

Rich sat up, his curiosity piqued. Edward, or Eddie to him, always had a fascination with bringing home some trinket or doodad whenever he went on his trips. This evening, the steak dinner and movie before their romp, was a celebration of Eddie's return from some trip on the other side of the country for work.

Turning back around, Eddie had a small box, with the lid on a hinge. "When I was there, stopped at a shop and found this." He offered it to Rich.

The smaller man took it in his hands, and daintily opened the top before gasping in surprise. "You... you...really?"

Eddie smiled and laughed softly. "So?"

Rich looked down at the rings in the box. They were identical shimmering silver, dazzling in the faint light of the room, but otherwise unadorned. "Yes! Yes of course!" he squealed, nearly leaping out of bed and land on his boyfriend... no, fiancé. Their lips met in a deep kiss, their tongue's doing their best to wrestle and explore the other's mouth. Rich's rear, so recently used and filled, ground up against Eddies's member, making the half soft cock surge upright again. Within moments, they were once again going at it like animals, moans and grunts of lust and love and pleasure. Though Eddie didn't cum nearly as much as before after a week away (their little pledge to hold on and save it for each other made sure they screwed like crazy when they were together), the hard, sensitive member was once again milked by Rich's expert ass, sucking every creamy drop it could get.

There wasn't a round three. Tiredness settled onto both of them, and, only after they slipped a ring on the other's hand did they fall asleep.

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Edward carefully slipped out of bed, which wasn't easy considering Rich's arms and legs still intertwined with his. But after a couple years of practice, he was getting better and better at it, and soon he was out of the bed, and Rich was still sleeping away, a victory if ever there was one. He pulled on a tracksuit and a sweater, and crept as quietly as he could down the stairs and out the back door. A small but well maintained running track wound its way through the forested parks and small farms that surrounded the suburb that Eddie and Rich had made their home.

The air was cool and sharp, freshness that Eddie savored in his early morning jogs. It was still an hour or so before the sun would rise, and the track was empty except for the lone running figure in a blue a black pair of sweats and a grey sweater, nearly straining from the muscle that tried to contain it.

It had been years since Eddie had actually truly worked out, way back when he was in college and on the football team. The years since, and the office job he landed, made it hard for him to find time and energy to truly work out, so these jogs were the best he had. But the firm chest and stomach that had caught Rich's attention was starting to get flabby, though the muscle was still there, somewhere.

The jog took him along one of the many farms in the area, one that raised horses for racing and pleasure riding. This morning, one of the big stallions, a pure black beast with only three small white marks on its forehead roamed the pasture that Eddie jogged past. Breathing heavily, Eddie stopped there, leaning against the whitewashed fence, and watched the stallion lazily walk in the field, bending down to pull up some grass to chew on, barely paying attention to the human only a few feet away.

Eddie chuckled, catching his breath as he watched the horse. "Man, I'd wish I could spend my days like you," he said to no one in particular. One of the stallion's ears did twitch to face Eddie, but the horse didn't understand or care what the former college football star-current office drone said.

Eddie's phone vibrated, snapping him out of his reverie. He pulled it out, and gasped.

"God damnit!" he shouted, making the stallion's head come up in surprise. "I'm late!"

Taking some shortcuts and running faster than usual, he made it back 15 minutes later than usual. The light was on in their bedroom, and down the kitchen. Barging in through the back door, Rich, with only a t-shirt on, was already at the stove making breakfast.

"Hey Eddie, someone catch your eye?" Rich said, turning around, making his fiancé laugh.

"Only you," Eddie said, coming over and kissing Rich, with one hand reaching down to grope the cook.

Rich pulled away, and turned back to the bacon and eggs. "Better hurry though; don't want to be late for work."

Eddie sighed, turning for the stairs and grumbling something about how his job could go screw itself, if only it was a real person.

Ten minutes later, his hair still damp and fumbling with a tie, Eddie was coming back down the stairs, while Rich filled up two plates of hearty breakfast food. Eddie grabbed one and scarfed it down, barely taking time to drink the black coffee placed in front of him as well. Rich just chuckled, and took away the polished plate.

"Anything else?" he asked as Eddie jumped up from the table, trying to organize his attaché case for the day.

"Well, you know what I would want," Eddie said with a forced smile. "But that will just have to wait." Rich came up and fixed the tie, before pulling his mate in for one more, bacon-flavored kiss, Eddie gave one more squeeze to the tight ass Rich easily flaunted without anything to hide it, and ran out the door to the old grey sedan in the driveway.

As Eddie started driving, he noticed the ring that he was still wearing. He was surprised at how light it felt, though he felt a bit tingly and weird now. Eddie pushed the thought out of his mind as he got up on the freeway and drove into the city.

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Rich watched out the front window as the car pulled out of the driveway and onto the road, before zooming off toward the highway and work.

The young man continued watching out the window, the sun finally shining down on the neighborhood. It was beautiful; the green grass, budding leaves and pastel colored houses arranged in perfect symmetry.

Rich finally turned away and flopped down, his naked butt landing on the cold leather of the couch and making him shudder. He could still feel his ass tingle from the stretching he got last night, the thought making Rich smile. He hadn't hooked up with Eddie (and now engaged to him!) just because he had a big dick, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to take advantage of that bonus.

Before he could go any further into sexual fantasy, Rich shook his head and started cleaning up from breakfast, before moving into the bedroom to make the bed and put dirty clothes onto wash. He organized some stuff in the office they both shared, though careful not to disturb the mountain of documents and papers that Eddie always had around his computer.

And then... nothing. Rich stood in the middle of the living room, looking around. There was literally nothing he could think of that he needed to do. Sure, he could go outside and start working on the backyard and make it presentable after a long winter, or maybe even go get some groceries, or just go for a walk. He started to fiddle with the ring Eddie gave him, rolling it around and around his finger. Rich pulled his hand away, trying to stop another nervous habit before it started.

Rich instead of standing and moping in the middle of the room, decided to go to the office.

"Maybe I can get some writing done," he said to himself. "Been a while since I did that." So in front of his computer Rich sat, and looked through the folders of partially started projects, trying to find the one he was most in the mood to work on.

But no matter what he looked at, Rich couldn't find that spark of inspiration he needed. Usually Eddie would have some idea to help with the stuff that Rich was working on, something that would kick-start his brain and creativity. But he was at work, and Rich wasn't going to bother him there."

"I wish Eddie could be with me all the time," Rich quietly sighed. He pushed himself away from the computer desk, and walked out of the office, idly scratching his hand with the ring on it.

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The day felt longer than normal already for Eddie, and he had no idea why. He already dealt with his emails that he got since he left yesterday, attended a meeting and was now sitting in front of his computer, staring at the numbers and columns on the screen in front of him.

His hand, the one with the ring on it, was itchy for some reason, and Eddie had no idea why. He tried to focus on his work, but that itch was increasingly distracting.

"Just got to do this," Eddie mumbled to himself. "Just got to get through today."

"Ed!" a shout that would have been appropriate in a stadium screamed in his ear.

Ed nearly jumped out of his seat as his manager shouted. "What is it Bob?" And why can't you learn an indoor voice?

"Did you get the accounts for the project done yet?" Bob was still a billion decibels higher than he had to be.

"Which project?" Ed asked.

"You know, the one we are working on?"

"I have five accounts open right now. Which one?"

"I dunno! But I need the one for this project. Printed off and at my office by the end of the day." Bob then walked out of the cubicle without any other hint. Not only was he loud, he was very unhelpful when it came to actually asking for stuff.

Eddie sighed, and fell back in his chair, the plastic and metal creaking under his bulk. It was going to be one of those days. He forced himself to sit up, and tried to think of what this project was, and which account was tied to it, and what the hell his manager wanted.

Right now he wished he could talk to Rich about his day, maybe help to focus his mind and sort out everything going on. But it was only 10:30, and most likely Rich had found himself something to do, writing or some other creative endeavor, so it was best not to bother him right now. Eddie smiled at the thought of his mate working on something beautiful; a short story, a picture, a delicious meal, or something else, and eagerly showing it off when Eddie finally got home.

The itch was also getting stronger, and creeping up his arm. Eddie was also feeling warm, and his muscles began to ache. Was he coming down with a fever or something?

"Just got to get through this," he mumbled to himself again.

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Rich growled a bit as he felt his entire body heat up, and the itch spreading all over. It was almost impossible to concentrate on writing, so he finally got up and walked away from his computer, ending up back in the living room.

By now Rich's cock had been hard and throbbing for well over an hour, making it even more uncomfortable and distracting. Even his butt, so recently stuffed last night, was aching for something to fill him again. But the moment he would touch his cock, his entire body with tense up and the lithe man would moan and writhe, the sensitivity skyrocketing straight through the roof.

"N-no, can't jack off," he muttered to himself, as he landed on the couch, his bare ass touching the cold leather and making Rich gasp out loud. He almost forgot that he was half nude. But maybe the leather could help cool him off a bit.

He carefully reached for the remote, and turned on the TV, before laying back and looking at the big screen TV. Daytime talk shows and soap operas, repeats and paid advertising was all he could find. Five hundred channels, and nothing to choose.

Eventually Rich just gave up flipping through the channels when it landed on something about racehorses. His stomach growled, reminding Rich that it was around lunchtime. He sighed, and rolled himself off the couch, and walked back to the kitchen.

Opening the fridge, Rich looked for something to eat. Lots of processed meat and leftovers, all of which he made and he knew was good, but right now he was feeling something greener.

Rich reached for a pre-made salad that was tucked in the fridge, but his hand stopped halfway to it. No, not that either.

Grumbling, Rich closed the door to the fridge and started going through the cupboards and shelves. Soup, pasta, tea, oatmeal, cookies...

Rich paused.

"Oatmeal?" he thought, looking up and pulling down the large, barely used box of oatmeal he bought a while ago, but they only ever ate two bowls of porridge and never touched it again.

He opened the box, and sniffed it. He hoped it was still good. He took a deep inhale, the smell of plain oats evading his senses.

Rich reached a hand in, and scooped out a small handful of the stuff. He took an experimental bite, before his mind clicked into a different gear, and he ravenously devoured the rolled oats in his hand. He reached in for another handful, and quickly polished that off too, though the hunger he felt was barely sated. By now he was desperate, and he tried to stick his head into the box, his mouth and tongue doing their best to outrace each other for all the nourishment Rich could get.

Rich paused halfway through devouring the box of oatmeal, and pulled his face out, small flecks of oat and a thin layer of dust covering his face.

"What the hell?" he muttered, blinking in surprise at what he just did.

He was just hungry. Yeah, that was it.

Shaking his head, Rich went for a bowl and spoon, and poured half the remaining box into the bowl, and walked back out to the living room. The show was still about racehorses, and how they were trained. Rich started eating again, though he was much more restrained this time. Even though the spoon was still on the counter.

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By now Eddie was sure he was ill. His entire body felt like he was on fire, and all his muscles ached like he had engaged in a long, strenuous workout. Not only that, but he had a persistent boner, easy to hide when sitting as his desk, but harder to conceal when he stood up.

He had that problem all his life. Having a larger than average cock by a few inches, and with girth that made it almost impossible for one hand to reach all the way around the base, he had gotten used to hiding it ever since puberty. Run his penis down a pant leg when hard; wear baggy jeans so the outline wasn't as clear; quietly jack off in the privacy of a bathroom stall when it got too much.

But he had already done that three times, and it still refused to go down. After the last time he rubbed one out, he was sure that it was even longer, thicker and more sensitive than before, and he could feel his balls hang lower, heavier than usual.

"Just the fever," he told himself, thinking his mind was trying to play tricks on him. After all, men couldn't just suddenly get bigger cocks, right?

Eddie chuckled to himself. Rich would literally squeal if he found out that his favorite toy suddenly got bigger. Eddie had seen some of the toys Rich had. Hell, he even helped Rich take some of them, once upon a time. But lately Eddie had been so swamped from work that he hadn't been able to. But seeing his boyfriend take inch after inch of hard silicone, moaning and crying out for more... that really turned him on.

Eddie blinked, looking down to see the bulge along his pant leg was throbbing, and a wet spot where his cock had began to drool pre.

Fuck. Eddie nearly slapped himself in the face. He couldn't think about that, not right now. He loosened his tie, turned to the computer, and began to looking for that account Bob asked for earlier. After a half hour of searching and thinking, and an email to Bob (the best way to talk with him, if you had to at all), he thought he figured it out. It had to be this one!

Eddie grinned, and stretched. A small rip, a flying button bouncing off his monitor echoed in the cubicle, making him freeze. Did he just...

He looked down at his shirt, wide eyed. In that little gap the popped button made, Eddie could see that his chest definitely was bigger now, and he swore that there was more hair over his pecs than usual. And, maybe his arms were bigger as well?

Okay, maybe he was really sick. But better finish this account first and get it sent to Bob. But it hadn't been fixed in a while, so that meant more time organizing and finding information and sorting it all out. It was almost 3 now, so only a couple more hours to go. Before he could go home and to Rich, and maybe fill his mate full of his horse hung self...

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The t-shirt was thrown as far as it could across the room, and now Rich was just lying on the couch totally naked, the bowl of oatmeal long polished off. It was so hot, even the cool leather couch wasn't cutting it. It must be all the hair he had. Normally Rich was as clean shaven as possible all over his body, but today he found black hairs all over himself. If you had looked at a before and after picture, it would seem that Rich had just been covered in black ink.

But he couldn't shave. His skin felt so sensitive, so sensual now, that he didn't care. Every touch felt like little electric shocks were going through his body, and his cock kept lurching and pulsing, pre oozing from the tip in a constant flow.

But his butt still ached, felt so hollow and empty. He looked at the clock. 3:30 PM. Still three or so hours before Rich would be home. He almost wanted to get a toy and fill himself now, but something deep down told him that he should wait. Eddie would have a big surprise for him.

The doorbell startled Rich, making him nearly jump off the couch.

"Who the hell is that?" he thought," before glancing through the blinds outside to the front door. But he couldn't see. They must have been standing too close to the door.

Rich got up, opening the door and saw a man in a white shirt and tie, holding a bunch of pamphlets with a cross on them.

"Excuse me, Have you..." he door-to-door religious nut started, before realizing he was talking to a naked man. And not only naked, but with a throbbing hard on, pointed right at him.

Rich blinked and looked down, a red blush crossing his face. "Uhh... no thank you?"

The religious man, eyes wide as dinner plates, slowly backed away, lips quivering in shock, before he nearly tripped over himself to turn around and run away.

Rich closed the door, blinking. Well, that was one way to deal with those guys. Maybe they will never come back again now. He turned around, flopped back onto the couch, and continued watching the TV. He quivered a bit, feeling his body ache, his fingers and feet feeling numb and sore. But the biggest thing claiming Rich's mind right now was the empty feeling in his rear, and the throbbing pillar in his front.

He sure hoped Eddie would be hope soon.

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By now Eddie's wardrobe was starting to rip and tear in multiple places. Just the simple acting of walking lead too more rips and tears. The tie was long off, and the shirt unbuttoned to the point where it was a wonder if he didn't just take it off and flaunt his masculinity. His pants were also under stress, but it was mostly his crotch, and the ever lengthening, ever drooling cock he had to deal with. But by now he didn't care. Whenever everyone stared or asked, he just coughed a bit, made it seem like he was sick. That kept most people away. They didn't want to get what he got!

But by now the papers of that account were printed, neatly stapled, and he had just one last job, to hand it in to Bob. He nearly stumbled a couple times, his feet feeling sore and tender, and it seemed that his gait was beginning to change as well, and it just didn't work with his body.

Eddie nearly knocked down Bob's door rather than open it, but he blinked, trying to focus on Bob. Bob, for his part, was doing his best not to stare in disbelief at the man in the suit that was almost falling off of him in shreds.

"Here it is," Eddie said, handing the folder over to his manager. Bob took the folder, looking down to try not to focus on Eddie and his problems, and quickly flipped through it.

"This is the Jensen Account," Bob said, his voice still as loud as usual.

"Yeah, wasn't that the one you wanted?" Eddie said, doing his best not to cringe at the loud noise. He almost wanted to stampede out of here when Bob talked.

"No, I needed the Updike Account!"

Eddie stood there. "What?"

"The Updike Account! I told you that this morning!"

Eddie stood there, his anger billowing up. "You said jack shit about what account you needed."

"I told you I needed the Updike Account."

"You said the account for the project we are working on, but didn't tell me anything else," Eddie explained. "And your email earlier said you needed this one."

"Hell no! Now I need the Updike Account right now. I don't care if you got to work overtime, I need it before you leave this building," Bob nearly screamed. "I need that account for tomorrow morning and the meeting with management."

"Then get it yourself!" Eddie brayed, making Bob jump back in his seat. "I don't fucking care anymore. I'm sick, my body is acting weird, and you are a fucking asshole that can't tell me that a line is fucking straight. I quit!"

Eddie spun on his foot, though that nearly set him off balance again. After regaining his center of balance, he walked straight to the elevator (well, as straight as he could: knocking over the water cooler and the sideswiping two of his former colleagues was an accident), not even stopping at his desk for his stuff. He would come back when he was feeling better and get his stuff.

But it was so exhilarating, so releasing to quit this job he thought as he pushed the button for the parking garage. For years he had been stuck there, unable to advance because he wouldn't kiss the foot of the managers that graced the halls of the company, and suffering so much stress and exhaustion from the people that couldn't tell red and blue apart.

He stumbled a couple more times as he walked to the grey sedan, though some of it was the nearly foot and a half long log that snaked its way down the front of his pants. By now most of his shirt was in tatters, showing off his body for the entire world. His musculature seemed to have regained the peak it had when he was in college and then grown some more, making him seem like a mountain posing as a man.

The highway was less crowded than usual, being an hour or so before rush hour. A numbing hand reached down and tried to unbutton his pants, but his fingers were unable to manage the button. With a grunt, Eddie finally grabbed hold of his pants and yanked, ripping them off in one fell swoop. His underwear was virtually destroyed by the large shaft and massive balls that went with them. He sighed in relief as his groin was finally free, and he didn't even notice that black spots began to appear on both.

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The car pulled into the garage, and Rich was already at the door waiting for Eddie. He was still naked, but by now he didn't care. Had that religious guy showed up now, Eddie would have flaunted his sexuality, maybe gave into some animal desire...

The door slammed open. "Rich? You here?" The voice was deeper, more masculine, more desperate than Rich knew.

Rich gasped as the massive man-thing turned around the corner. Eddie was as naked as his smaller mate, but only because he grew out of his clothes instead of remaining naked or close to it throughout the day. But that wasn't what caught Rich's attention first. The black and pink speckled cock with a flat head, thick medial ring halfway along it, and large sheathe at the base that lead the way for it's owner was a tantalizing target, and one that Rich's mouth watered for. The penis itself was drooling thick, pearly pre, leaving massive puddles in a trail to shower Eddie had been.

"I... I don't know what happened today," Eddie said, his voice sounded weary, tired, hoarse. "I felt sick and had a fever, itchy and weird,"

"Well I can make it better," Rich said with a grin, and practically leapt up, to be caught by his fiancé, the bigger man chuckling as he rested his mate on his cock, the tight ass cheeks spread over the pillar from Eddie's groin.

Their mouth's interlocked in a deep, sensual kiss, and now the daylong torment reached its conclusion. Now the magic that had been infecting them throughout the day merged together into a massive burst of energy through the two men. Their senses went into overdrive, their bodies entangled with each other in an embrace in all the ways possible.

Had their been a casual observer nearby, they would have been startled to see changes appear. Small at first, maybe that hypothetical would have thought it was a trick of the light, maybe a flash of light. But it looked like Rich's body was not only clinging to Eddie, but that the arms and legs were starting to melt into the bigger man's form. Thick hair that took all day to appear grew longer and thicker, a shade of black not far removed from obsidian turning the growing pelt into a shimmering, dazzling coat of fur.

Eddie stumbled forward a bit at the weight at his front, and tried to pull Rich off enough to prevent him from falling over, but for some reason that didn't work. He tried to see, thinking that Rich was clinging tighter than usual, until something clicked in his mind.

We are becoming one.

Rich could feel Eddie tugging at him, but something felt wrong. He broke the kiss and looked down, gasping as he realized his chest was not only pushed up against the bigger mountainous pecs in front of him, but they seemed to be attached now, the thick body hair from Eddie expanding and growing over onto Rich's. He wanted to move an arm to push himself away, but he couldn't. His arms were attached as well around Eddie's neck, and as he watched, his arms seemed to shrink while Eddie's neck grew thicker and more powerful.

"Eddie!" Rich cried, trying to swing his legs to get off, but they were also glued to the sides of Eddie, melting into his thighs and ass, expanding the muscle to the point were even professional bodybuilders would be ashamed.

Eddie looked down, and watched in fascination bordering on horror as Rich seemed to be melting into him. Was that possible? Were they really merging together?

"Eddie? What the hell is going on?" Rich cried out.

"I... I don't knnnneeeighh," he said, much to the surprise of both.

"Are we... are we turning into horses?" Rich asked, all feelings in his body slowly fading away. No, got to stay awake, he told himself.

Eddie tried to say something, but bones began to crack in his face as it elongated, a muzzle stretching his nose and mouth out from his face and his teeth reshaping themselves to be large and broad, perfect for eating grass.

Rich began to feel disconnected, but he could feel his mind not exactly drifting away, but it wasn't staying in his body. "I... I don't..."

Eddie reached am uncoordinated, changing hand up to stroke his mate's face.

It will be alright, something said to Rich in his mind... Was it Eddie's voice? Or was it his own? It sounded familiar and different at the same time. We are becoming one.

Those words echoed in his mind and Eddie whinnied and he fell forward, his legs now beginning to change and reshape themselves into an ungligrade shape, his feet shrinking and hardening into hooves, black fur racing down to cover the new legs. Between those legs, Eddie's massive horsecock began to grow limp and retract into the broad sheathe, while the leathery ballsac found it's way to it's new resting place, hanging low and heavy. We are becoming one.

The hands that shot out to prevent Eddie and Rich from crashing into the floor began to change as well, the fingers shrinking and moulding themselves together into massive, broad hooves, while the arms grew longer and stronger to hold up the morphing figure. The rings that they both wore, the ones that caused this transformation (though Eddie and Rich would never figure that out) fell off and landed on the floor next to each other.

The neck of two men turning into one equine also grew longer, the hair growing longer and straighter into a luxurious mane. The black hair that covered Eddie and Rich earlier grew longer, coarser and closer together, forming a complete coat of shimmering black fur. A short, sharp pain at the base of the spine turned into a long, swishing tail.

We are becoming one. Rich's mind could feel the sudden absorption of memories and personality that was Eddie, but it wasn't him taking over, it was the two merging together. He realized only then that Eddie had quit his job, but that wasn't important any more. After all, they were a horse now! The memories of their former lives seemed so unimportant, while somewhere deep inside, the subconscious clicked into action, bringing in a wave of new thoughts, emotions and ideas into their head: how to walk properly, how to eat grass right, how to take care of that pressing urge.

The horse nickered impatiently, shuffling on his new hooves unsteadily. The snake from between their legs flopped out, nearly reaching the ground before more blood rushed in, hardening it to the point where it was now perpendicular to it's massive barrel like chest.

A hip thrust. Slap. Another hip thrust. Slap. A nicker with a thrust. Slap.

The horse shuffled again, getting into a better stance, a deep panting groan of pent up needs escaping the horse's lips. Slap. Slap. Slap slap. Slap slap slap slap slap...

An ear piercing whinny echoed through the house as a flood of cum burst out of the flared tip, drenching the walls and floors all around the virile stallion. It was a massive load, something that a human would have been stunned to see. But it was just part and parcel of being an equine.

With shaky legs the stallion remained standing, but barely. The flow of cum tapered off until it became a dribble, the massive cock too heavy to remain upright, and it hung down heavily, the last splashes of pre adding to the massive puddle now around the stallion's hooves.

We are a horse now? A question floated into their mind.

We are... one.

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Three days later, when no one heard anything about the couple that lived in the nice suburban house, and remembered hearing some crashing and horse noises, someone finally decided to call the police. A couple officers responded, easily walking into the unlocked house. There was only one sign of forced entry in the back door (but that seemed to have been broken outwards, not inwards) but the car was still in the garage and nothing appeared to be stolen.

Eventually a full team arrived to investigate. There were some things that puzzled the detectives: a couple boxes of oatmeal had been ripped to shreds, but all the oatmeal was gone; there were shreds of a suit in the car; two silver rings placed right next to each other and perhaps most surprising was several large puddles of what looked like semen on the floor, walls and even the roof, but tests showed it as a mixture of human and equine.

Weeks of investigating and carefully turning the house inside out revealed nothing. Eventually the case was set to the side, and would later get cold. The disappearance of Edward and Richard was slowly forgotten.

A few miles away, a farmer noticed a stray stallion wandering through the forest. Curious, he eventually managed to get the stallion and got a trailer to take it to his farm. But calls to the nearby horse farms revealed that none of them had lost a stallion.

However, the farmer found out the stallion was strangely quiet for being a wild horse, and when his son as ked to ride the horse, the stallion was almost pleased, excited to do so.

Eventually the farmer shrugged, got the vet and registered the horse as his own. When he had to think of a name, he remembered the story of the two men that disappeared, he shrugged and named the horse Eddie Rich.