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"Are you absolutely certain Gitt A Little Sunshine was sold off? She was one of our most promising mares!" Elana looked down at the sheet of paper that Misty had brought to her mother, her eye brows up and furrowed in disbelief as she looked over the list.

"I'm sure, Top Height and Chasing Down The Stretch were both sold too, plus a mare in foal. I checked it all, I went down to the stable even and verified. The ones I checked with an X are the ones Tommy has sold off." Misty responded with a little bob of her head. "He hasn't said anything about what he's been doing, and I don't know how long he's been doing it for."

She tried not to flinch at the angry look her mother gave her, it wasn't really directed at her after all, but at her older brother. Five years ago she had lost her father to an accident in the stable, it was something that no one saw coming, least of all her mother and brother, but it had happened. The will had been read and while her mother had expected to take over the farm, it was her brother that had been the one to take the reins of the family business. Her father had probably meant for him to take over when he died in his old age, but now the twenty year old was forced into a position of authority. She knew that her mother struggled to give him advice and keep track of what was being done with their funds, but her brother wouldn't hear of it. From the moment he had been handed the successful breeding farm he had listened only to himself and taken pleasure in what he wanted to do.

Misty recalled her father holding the place and how he ran it, then they had had a full set of grooms and hands in the stable working full time. There had been a careful negotiation for every mare brought in or a stallion set to stud, and they had flourished with it. Their racers were the finest in the country, many of them had even taken various derby wins in the past, but that was faltering and failing. Tommy was running the place into the ground with his continual sales of some of their best and most promising horses. Today was the first time she could finally prove it to her mother by keeping careful records, especially after watching how the stables kept emptying out whenever she went down to see the horses. All of her father's work and it was being thrown away to the winds because her brother had no idea about how to run the farm.

"I'm going to have to talk to him." Her mother sighed softly and pinched the bridge of her brows as if pained. "We can't keep going on like this."

"You've already talked to him, Momma." Misty pointed out delicately. "He doesn't care, can't you just take control of the farm from him? You'd set it to rights."

"Set it to rights.." Elana leaned backwards and grimaced slightly. "I don't even know if this entire mess can be set to rights. If all of these horses are gone he's already broken apart half of our breeding line. A line we've been developing for the past thirty years and it's all over the country!'

Elana stared at the line of horse names, each one she knew intimately, she had toweled off half of them when they had been wobbly foals. Her son was growing worse, not better, she had hoped that things would get better and he would learn about what he was doing. She had dreamed about him becoming wise and eager to learn about his father's legacy, but it hadn't happened, it would never happen. Month after month the farm was in the red, while he was enjoying his life and money he was able to make on the side. She hadn't wanted to believe it, she certainly hadn't wanted to watch as he sold off all of their hard work, but she couldn't ignore it now. Not when it was staring her in the face, demanding that she acknowledge just how bad things had gotten in the last few years. The farm would be destroyed unless they had a way to stop him and take him out of the picture. He was legally the one that had controlling interests, as long as he did there was nothing she could do except reason with him.

And reasoning had never worked with his father.

"Go down into the kitchen and get the big book I keep near the cookbooks, you know the one I'm talking about." She murmured to her daughter softly, feeling her stomach turning oh so slightly at the thought.

"The one Aunt Ivy gave you?" Misty asked and widened her eyes a little, but she nodded anyway.

Her late husband had gotten strange as he grew older, drinking heavily and no longer keeping the strong hand on the reins of the farm that needed to be kept. She had allowed it and ignored it as long as he let her make many of the decisions, he was easy to control and when he could no longer make those decisions... Her eyes slid towards the far pasture where a scruffy grey mare grazed, nondescript and harmless looking as the thick lips worked to yank up food. There was little left of her husband in that body, drink had already destroyed most of his mind after all. He was gone now, it didn't matter, on paper he was dead and she no longer had the ability to control her son. Something had to be done, and she would have to be the one to do it.

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"Tommy? Are you listening to me." His mother's annoying voice made Tommy look over at her and stuff his hands in his pockets. "You need to pay attention."

"I am! I am!" He protested and forced his eyes to fix on the horses being led along the outside pasture and towards the stud barn. "I told you already I can choose tomorrow."

It was a beautiful day with the sun shining over head and the blue-green grasses of the pastures waved in the wind. He knew that today everyone would be at the track, gearing up for the new season and the first race of the four year olds to see who would stand out. He should have been down at the track with them, he had already known which one he would have bet on if he was there, but instead he was standing in the middle of the barnyard while men unloaded stallions who snorted and squealed at one another angrily. He'd been tricked and trapped by his mother earlier in the day in agreeing to pick out the new studs that would be staying at the farm for the remainder of the season to breed their mares. It was a duty he didn't care about and certainly didn't want to be a part of.

His father had been horse mad, his mother was horse mad, his sister was crazed to the point that she had her own jockey silks and he was sick and tired of it all. He had spent his life memorizing horse lineages and lines, what to look for, how to pick out the promising mares to breed and he had no interest in any of it. He would have been happier down at the races, one of the announcers perhaps or one of the men that controlled the jockey club. At least there his dealings with the equines would be measured in who was going to win what race and how much money he had to place down to make sure that he won. At least there he could have had a grand time laughing with his friends and relaxing in the plush lounges that they offered the high rollers. He wasn't going to do this for the rest of his life, he was hoping he wouldn't have to do it for more than a few years before he was able to sell off most of the farm to give him the future he wanted so badly.

"I like the grey over there." His mother pointed out and gave him a gentle push. "He's got good legs and spirit to him, but handles well."

"Sure, let's go with the grey and.. I dunno the bay over there and the other bay, they'll be just fine. It's not like any of them are losers." He dismissed and his mother frowned slightly.

Elana needed him to choose, she had to make him pick out which horse would be his first pick, not just what she suggested or an errant gesture of a hand to show what he wanted. Last night, Misty had stayed up late with her, both of them reading a book that had been plucked from the shelf and opened to the scent of mothballs and mildew. There was little need for magic in this world and she certainly hadn't used it often, but they had come up with a way that they could save their farm. The only problem was, it required a certain amount of sacrifice from someone to prove their dedication was true, to take what one had and push it into the body of another. To take intelligence and cunning and pass it down the line, and there was only one person she could make that happen with. One person it had to happen with. Her son couldn't hold the reins of the farm any longer, he would be the one the spell fell on. From his loins they could birth a horse that would be faster than the wind, faster than thought and light, cunning and sharp minded, powerful and noble...

It was an old sort of spell, one that she hadn't seen used in quite some time. It was a variant of the one she had used to transform her husband, but this one was far more complicated. A person couldn't be transformed who wasn't drawn towards the species, they couldn't be changed unless they had fixated on the object of their transformation and drew out . It was twined with a fertility spell that would draw on what the transformed human had to offer once it was triggered and it wouldn't be triggered unless he touched and was drawn to one of the stallions. It was supposed to be 'fare', a sort of a test, one couldn't be changed against their will, they had to make the choice. Of course, that was if Elana were fair enough to tell him of the choice and what it meant.

"Tommy doesn't want to choose cause he knows nothing about horses." Misty chime din as Tommy dragged out his cell phone. "God, are you so stupid that you don't even know which horses we had brought out here?! Dad must have been smoking something.."

"Shut it!" Tommy snapped at his younger sister with a glare, bristling slightly at the way she was talking to him. "Dad picked me because he knows I inherited his eye for horseflesh and you know it!"

"Whatever. Is that why all the good mares are gone?" Misty leapt with the same accusation that she always did, taunting him until his eyes narrowed.

"Maybe they're gone cause they aren't the winners you thought they were!" He stifled a moment of guilt thinking about those he had sold, it was hard to keep himself from not feeling bad for the quick sales, but he had to do what he had to do.

To spite his sister he stepped forward to look the stallions over. Despite what his mother might think, and his sister, he knew horse flesh. His father had made him learn it and understand what he was looking at, he just had little interest in spending all of his time measuring and weighing, setting mare to stallion, trying to keep their lines straight. Each of the five stallions were near the top of their game, while one was no longer active in racing and had since been set out to stud. They were all great looking, if they weren't they wouldn't be presented to stud. The grey stood out simply because of his color, there weren't many greys that were bred, most were more traditional shades of brown , chestnut and bay. Tommy knew enough to look away and moved down the line at the stallions that were tossing their heads, snorting and pulling at the leads nervously while they were being held in place, each one eying the others that were rivals.

He didn't know why they were watching him, his mother and sister, he was the one in charge, he was the one that would have the final say. His mother had begun to grow more insistent on how to run the farm, pointing out what had to be done, what should be done, it was annoying and trying. He wasn't going to get involved in this place, he wasn't going to end up trapped here for the rest of his life. He stepped up to the bay and gave a look over the animal, though most of the body was hidden beneath a silk blanket emblazoned with his name. He gave a cursory look over the beast before moving on to the next, hearing his little sister giggling behind him. Misty had used to be a lot easier to deal with, when they were younger she had hero-worshiped him, adored him. They had been nearly joined together at the hip and it had all changed the moment he had taken control. Now she questioned him at almost every turn, her tongue sharp and biting.

_Neither one of them understands that this business is falling apart even without me. At least I'll get enough money to care for myself and even them if they'd just let me. _ He thought bitterly.

The stallions were impressive, as all equines were in many ways, but as he worked his way down the line he dismissively tagged two that would work rather well, at least he thought so. But it was the third one that really drew his eyes as the stallion had his coat pulled off for inspection and he reared partially up and gave a short squeal. He wasn't placidly holding in place with the lead gripped like the other stallions, or even snorting, he was rearing and showing spirit, bucking his hind legs up to kick out behind him as he was forced to lower his head down closer to the ground. He was beautiful looking, black from nose to tail, not even a hint of bay on him with one white stocking and a star right in the center of his head. His eyes were bright and challenging, spirit shining in every line as he threw his head about, the forelock falling in his eyes.

He had always enjoyed stallions, they were something fierce and wild, more interesting than mares and certainly more interesting than geldings. But this fellow drew him closer as the handler worked and slipped the chain right over the soft muzzle of the stallion to keep him steady and calm. The dark brown eyes were bright with spirit, regarding him as if challenging him to come closer. The ears were twitched up high in the air and angled towards him while the stud stepped and shifted to one side, trying to step forward with a clatter of hooves. He was absolute perfection in horse form, the muscles rippled beneath the glossy smooth coat, the legs were long and in complete proportion to his body. Even his head was bolt and intelligent looking as the neck was curved in an arch, one eye fixating on him as Tommy reached up and moved to brush right along the line of the delicately curved neck.

"That's a fine fellow, who is this one?" He asked and ignored the giggle from his little sister, he had little desire to argue or deal with her small jibes.

"Jackson's Swift Dream, Jackson for short, sir." The groom answered, keeping his hands right beneath the halter to make sure the stallion was held in check.

He knew the horse, he was a derby winner, and had gained quite the reputation out west in California, quite the reputation. He gave a little bit of a nod and kept stroke the glossy neck as he looked down along the length of the body, admiring the strength of the powerful haunches. He smoothed his hand down the chest, stroking downwards with a slow steady caress that moved all the way to the base of the tail. The coat had been brushed silky smooth, warm, almost hot to the touch, and he felt the stallion starting to shift and turn so that his head was aimed backwards watching him. These were the sorts of horses he was interested in, not the boring mares or the leggy foals, he had little interest in them. He reached down towards one of his legs, trying to catch the ankle to lift the hoof up, when the stallion suddenly struck out against him.

He wasn't expecting it, the sudden nip aimed and found the curve of his side. The teeth sank in roughly, making him drop the leg and yelp out in shock while the groom went to get ahold of the beast who started to prance and side step. The long silky tail lashed back and forth along the haunches while Tommy jerked to one side and grabbed his hip angrily, seeing Jackson letting out a shrill whicker that almost sounded like laughter. There was no remorse in those eyes, but an arrogant flash of dominance that made him tense up and take a step back instead of going back in for the leg. He didn't know why he did it, it was just an immediate withdraw from the dominant beast's regard. He covered it up by straightening his shirt a touch and moving onto the next stallion. Jackson continued to watch him, the eyes fixated on him in a way that left his skin crawling.

His mother watched it all, felt the tug of the magic drawing between horse and boy for one bright moment as the spell settled around them. The spell would only work if the one it was cast on made a choice, whether he understood or not, and he had made his in the black stallion that kept staring at them. They were drawn to one another, they would continue to be drawn to one another, it was being settled in place lightly, for now, but it would only grow in strength now that the chosen stallion had reacted. Even as she watched, the thoroughbred lifted his head and peeled back his upper lip in a strange movement that was normally reserved only for mares of particular interest. Elana let out a breath, refusing to feel a pang of guilt as her son began to choose which stallions would stay to be bred to their mares. He named the black one first and she gave a small tight smile. The spell was ignited, it would only take a small amount of time before he found himself caught hopelessly in its grip.

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Tommy didn't often come down to the barn, he just had little interest in the place where it smelled like horse shit and there was always heavy labor to be done. In the early morning light he found his way down the path and to the stud stables that was set off from the main larger stable. It was made with four loose boxes that were in the four corners and divided by walkways so that no stallion was sharing a wall with the other. It meant that they wouldn't fight or cause problems with one another, that had all been his father's design and idea. He noticed this all in passing, his mind was on other things as he stepped into the stable and was greeted with the sounds of the horses eating and shifting, their heads popping up to glance at him. He ignored the two stallions he had chosen last, his eyes were on the black stallion that had his head up and over the door of the stall with his ears pricked up high in the air.

_What am I even doing? _ He thought nervously as he walked to the far stall and swallowed, drawn to the large black stallion that was shifting in his loose box.

He had woken up with the stallion on his mind, his night spent with dreams that made his cheeks darken red even thinking about them, but still he was here now. He hadn't been able to stop himself from getting out of bed and going down the hill to the stables, his mind dreaming and locked on Jackson. In his dreams he had done things, horrible and disgusting things, but he had woken up with his cock hard in his boxers and his body flushed. He wasn't coming down here to do anything he had dreamed about, he was just coming down here to check on the stallion he had rented, that was all. It was just a matter of making sure that the males were settling in alright and if he happened to check on Jackson first, that was only because he was the most valuable. That's what he said, but what he said mattered little to the throbbing of his flushed body as he touched the door of the stall and heard the stallion let out a low whicker.

I should just go. He thought to himself, but he still pushed the door to the side, the rollers loud in his ears as the door was opened wide enough to let him slip into the loose box.

The stallion's ears were twitched up high, the dark brown eyes fixed on him brightly while Jackson snorted and extended his neck to snuffle towards Tommy. The boy let out a breath and reached up to grab the halter, he would just take the horse out to the pasture and set him loose. He was just doing some extra work for the grooms, after all, he had had to let a few of them go and they were overworked. The moment his hand touched the halter the stallion let out a low noise and the head darted down to nip roughly against his arm. He had been nipped before and had always returned the nip with a slap, but when the teeth scraped against him he released the halter and stepped backwards with a breath. The stallion pressed forward with another huff, the ears pricked up high in the air as he was forced backwards to the wall. Every step was shaking slightly as he tried to get away, but the stallion continued to press him.

The tail was flagged up slightly and the muscles were tensed up as the beast pranced forward several steps and reached out to nip Tommy again, the teeth not painful, but firm as they caught him against the hip. He jerked a little and felt a rush of heat, his cheeks burning while he struggled to discipline the stallion. He didn't even get so far as reaching for the halter, he felt frozen as the sleek thoroughbred arched his slender neck and leaned his head out to snuffle against him. The breath was hitting against him, hot snuffles and puffs that blasted against his shoulder while he pushed harder up against the wall. His eyes squeezed shut, the warm breath was caressing him, the scent of the stallion filling his muzzle as he reached out with a shaking hand and touched the smooth cheek. He felt a little electric shock from the touch, a delightful strike that made him bite his lower lip while the nose pushed up along the line of his chest and examined him. The stallion was letting out a series of deep hummering rumbles, a sound he had only ever heard when a stallion was courting a mare.

_What is wrong with me? _ He swallowed and moved his hand down along the neck, opening his eyes and looking along the line of the dark black body.

The first thing his eyes saw was something heavy and swollen drooping down from the length of the sheath and his eyes locked on the vision of the cock starting to drop down into view. The thick tip was large and blunt, the flesh leathery and wrinkled as it spilled from the low slung pouch, drooping down towards the ground inch by inch. He had seen a stallions shaft before and he had only ever thought about it in passing as he looked at the size and compared it to his own dick. Now he was staring at the swinging cock back and forth with the beast's movements as the teeth nipped against his hip and made him stubble forward. He nearly fell as the nose shoved him, stumbling back with his hand touching the small of the back to keep himself form falling down. The movement had him staring at the cock far closer than before, so close that it nearly slapped against his leg, large and swollen looking... His fingers moved without him thinking about it, he just knew he had to feel what it felt like.

The moment he wrapped his fingers around the cock tip he felt a shudder spasming down his back and his eyes squeezed shut in a muted noise. He couldn't stop himself, he stroked along the cock, rubbing around the fat glans lightly while one knee dropped down to the hay. It was velvety feeling against his finger tips, warm and swollen as it fell down along the line of his palm and he wrapped upwards with a delicate stroke. His breath came out in a rush, body tensing with desire that he had no idea how to control, the warmth blossoming outwards as his cock began to stiffen inside of his jeans. He couldn't believe he was doing this, why was he doing this, why was his body getting aroused by it? He swallowed and stroked upwards as the hot muzzle pushed against his back, snuffling before the cock suddenly stiffened and rose up to slap against the dark belly. He gripped the swollen broad base, his fingers kneading and stroking downwards towards the thick ridge of the medial ring as he leaned forward. He wanted to know how the stallion tasted, he had to know.

Tommy lowered his lips, drawing the cock up towards his mouth before sliding his tongue out with a slow stroke that slid around the edges and pushed towards the narrow opening with a rolling stroke. The flesh tasted salty and musky on his tongue, the tongue tip dipped forward with a scoop that pushed right along the dimpled opening of the urethra. He wanted to be sick, he should have been sick and disgusted, but his tongue rolled around slowly and trailed wet smears of saliva as he moved. His breath came out in a pant, lips spreading open wider to start to push the tip in between his lips. The stallions nose pushed against his rump, the breath hot and steamy against him while he felt himself shaking slightly. Everything felt swollen and sensitive, his skin too tight for his body as his jaws ached as he pushed the glans inwards along his tongue. He nearly choked around it, but he still suckled and swallowed the taste of it that coated his senses.

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Misty tucked herself down close to the outside of the stall door with her head barely peeping over, her bare feet lifted up on her toe tips as she stared at the way her brother was dropping down beneath the stallion. She had heard him leaving the house in the early morning hours and had decided to follow him, she had been too curious not to see what was going to happen. Her mother had already explained the spell to her carefully when they had cast it, doing so in a detail that had made her squirm quite a bit as the old magic book had been opened up. There was a reason that the spell wasn't used that often anymore, and that was because it was supposed to make sure whoever it was cast on would have some form of choice on what happened to him. It would never be successful if it was cast on a strong willed person that could withstand the suggestions whispered over his body. She had watched her brother pick out the stallion, personally, his eyes had been almost glassy as it had happened and he didn't seem to notice that anything strange was happening.

Now, now he had to have realized that something was off as she watched him lean down beneath the stallion who was snuffling him heatedly. One of her brother's hands was lifted up to cup beneath the stallion's girth, the fingers wrapping along it as his head dropped down to push right to the tip with his lips opening up. She could hardly believe it when his tongue slid out to swipe over the cock tip in a wriggling caress that ran along the outer edges and pushed upwards. The sweep of it dimpling down and scooping right into the opening of the urethra in a hot kiss that made her shiver and lean down a bit further in the hopes she wouldn't be spotted. She hadn't known how this would all happen, only that the spell would be triggered once he began to touch the stallion more. Each touch would begin to change him, but she had thought that meant it would be over the course of several days or weeks. She was being proven wrong as she watched his lips swallowing around the tip of the cock. She let out a hot breath, barely able to stop the way it panted out when the lips pushed higher up along the girth.

She could see the ears were starting to grow tapered and thinning down towards the tip while her breath came out in a rush and she leaned backwards a little. She had seen cocks before, heavy girths that had driven themselves into stallions, she had even liked the sight and now she watched her brother gulping around one. The magic was drawn between them in a way she hadn't imagined, if her mother was right, he would start to take on the best aspects of the stallion he was suckling on, only they would be twisted to the opposite side of the coin. Where the stallion was masculine and powerful, Tommy would become feminine and submissive, his speed and ability would be Tommy's, but the human mind and intelligence would be there as well. That would make any foal they produced a force to be reckoned with, and that was the idea. To have a foal that would be a champion, not just on a few races, but to give the name Secretariat a competitor.

_ I should get Mom.._ She thought as she watched the ears growing longer and fringing with a dark color, the change beginning to speed up.

~ ~ * ~ ~

The taste of the precum was salty and thick as it drooled out into his mouth and Tommy just pushed up higher with a groan as he began to work his tongue along the edges. He lapped and stroked as best that he could, his saliva pushing out around the edges to drool along his bottom lip while he began to push up higher and gulped. His jaws ached, but that discomfort didn't stop him while his hands reached up and slid along the length towards the medial ring to hold it up towards him. His breathing was swift and panting, wheezing just a touch as it pushed back towards the back and then pulled backwards with a slow drag. Strands of his saliva and the precum clinging messily as he pulled the tip from his lips with a wet sound, his breathing coming in heavy pants while licking his lips, running his hands up towards the sheath as the girth tried to stiffen upwards towards the chest and belly.

He licked and swirled his tongue around the edges, lapping heavily with short heavy breaths before pushing his lips up around the cock tip again and began to swallow along it, pushing higher up while his jaws splayed open wide. His cheeks were burning red as he suckled, bobbing his head up and down, pushing and dragging back as the precum spilled out in a gooey rush that spilled over his tongue and oozed out along the corners of his lips. His breathing sped up while he felt his cock straining against his jeans, making it impossible to ignore his body was throbbing wildly and pounding in his ears. His eyes squeezed shut while he moved his free hand down to grab the edge of his pants and began to tug roughly against the buttons. He popped it free and spread open his pants, spreading them wider and pushed them open wider.

_I need to stop this, what on earth am I doing?! _ He swallowed another gooey spill of precum as he pushed his jeans down a bit, his boxers going with them so that his cock slipped out into the palm of his hand.

He nearly came the moment his cock was in his hand, his body pounding with his heart, too hot and strange while he pumped his hand along himself and pushed his lips further up along the cock. He swallowed and gulped greedily, suckling through the inches while arching his back upwards a touch and pushing the spire deeper into his throat. His hand on the cock began to loosen as his hands became harder to use, the fingers thicker and stranger while he worked it downwards with a slow stroke. His fingers felt strangely thick and heavy, numb, but he didn't care. He pushed his tongue outwards and dropped his hand down to the ground and simply pushed upwards, swallowing messily as he pumped along his own hard cock. It was so sensitive it was almost painful, he basked in it, shivering and squirming, arching higher up and pressing into the attention while each little pant slipped from his throat.

He was swallowing deeper, pushing higher upwards along the length, stuffing the glans further backwards towards the back of his throat. He nearly choked as he gulped and swallowed, pulling along the length, stroking with a little head bob that pulled backwards and pushed forward again. The messy precum being swallowed, he was enjoying the taste, he didn't know why he did, but he wanted more of it and went after it. The stallion began to hump forward, jabbing and thrusting forward, trying to bottom out towards the back of his throat with the ragged little moan. His hand felt harder against his cock, his fingers wouldn't respond properly as he tried to pump up and down, but he didn't do more than drop his other hand down to the ground, leaving his cock bobbing up and down along his belly with a dribble of precum. It didn't stop him from push forward and slid his mouth further up along the length of the shaft before pulling backwards again. The stallion was nipping along his ass, the feel of teeth only making him obey the need to push higher up.

He didn't hear the stall door shifting or the weight of bodies leaning against it, he didn't care to hear it, he was in the moment of bobbing his lips up and down, swallowing down towards the tip. He was humiliated and horrified, but he still did it, his throbbing face growing hotter. Everything felt so terribly swollen, his shirt was even tight on his body and stretching outwards, nearly tearing as he dragged backwards towards the cock tip again and felt it thickening against his tongue. It was growing wider, and he knew that meant something, but he couldn't make sense what , he only felt the throbbing and pulsing, his tongue being pinned down as the girth began to stretch open wider, prying his lips open wide. His shirt tore open wide, ripping and popping buttons onto the floor as the stallion shuddered and gave a wild thrust forward, the haunches spreading open with the movement that nearly gagged him.

"I wonder if he'll swallow?" Misty's voice was mocking, a splash of cold water in his face before Jackson's cock began to erupt inside of his mouth.

He nearly choked as the cum poured through his lips and splattered into the back of his throat, the hot stream of it nearly choking him as rope after rope continued to erupt. He was struggling and swallowing, milking and squeezing, feeling every drop and splatter that was coating his senses and making him jerk his head to one side. He trembled in place, the hot cream filled his senses, most of it coating the back of his throat to make him swallow, but some of it dribbled down along the edge of his chin. The flared tip was thick enough that he had to struggle to pull backwards, turning his head to one side before jerking away. With a wet pop it pulled from his lips, the last few streams glazing his face with a coating of sperm rich seed as he choked and stumbled backwards awkwardly, his half way downed pants making it impossible to move right.

"I think that answers your question." His mother spoke up as Tommy looked over at the half open door, seeing the older woman with a tight smile on her face. "I thought this would take time, Tommy, I thought you'd be weeks before coming down here."

"I.. It's not what it looks like!" He protested immediately and tried to sit back, scrambling to sit up.

"So, it wasn't you giving a blow job to one of the stallions? Funny, that looks like cum all over your face." Misty aimed the taunt at him as his cheeks burned and he reached out to grab the stall wall to pull himself up.

His blunt thick fingers raked uselessly against the wood as he stared at something that wasn't his hand at all, it wasn't even remotely recognizable as his hand. Three thick fingers crowned what had once been something familiar, dark black nails overgrew the tips so that he could barely bend them. He forgot the lewd comment from his sister and only felt a rush of panic as he looked at his other hand, in a similar state of change. Upon seeing them, he finally was able to feel the fact that his body wasn't the way it should have been. It wasn't his, it was twisted and strange, entirely wrong from nose to the bottom of his legs. His chest was bigger now, spreading his torn shirt open at the edges and his legs were awkward and felt half bent the wrong way as he tried to stand up. What was this?!

"Misty, go get him out of those clothes, it will be more comfortable for him to be nude." His mother spoke up in a soft commanding voice that had his eyes jerking up in horror.

"Mom?! What's going on!" He sounded plaintive, he hated it, but he knew he sounded like he was a child again.

"You're going to save the stable, aren't you excited?" She answered smoothly while Misty swung over the door of the stall. Jackson didn't try to bite or nip at her, he just snorted a little while his slimy spent cock drew back into his sheath.

"Get away from me!" He shoved at his sister, but Misty was already grabbing one edge of his torn shirt and tugging. "I said get away!"

"Aww, don't worry, we can already see you. I can't believe you were giving yourself a hand job while blowing a stallion." She snickered as if she found it a great joke and yanked roughly on his shirt.

Tommy fell forward as the material was pulled from his body, the firm yank making him shiver slightly as his chest was bared and he realized that the change wasn't just in size. There was a trail of smooth fur coating along his chest, a line of it running down towards his belly and spreading outwards as he watched it forming in patches and creeping along him. His breath came out, shaking slightly, horrified to watch as his belly and chest grew more barreled and larger. His sister got his entire shirt off, her hands lightly touching him so he flinched away. He didn't want his sister to see him like this! His cock was still hanging out of his spread pants, draped along his belly against the forming fur and she only moved her hand down to reach for his jeans. His fingers began to grow together, the thick hoof-like nails were pulling the digits in closer by the moment so that they were joining up tightly and he had little choice but to give up trying to move them.

The bones were thickening as well, the arms growing longer as the dark coat began to cover downwards towards his elbows before white sprouted against his pink skin. How awful to see that pinkness there, but it was still coating him and running rampant over his body as he watched his fingers being swallowed up right with his thumb. They were sucked into the form of stiff dark hooves, all mobility lost as he scrabbled and attempted to stand. The moment he did, his shoes split apart from the pressure, his weight briefly pressed down against them and revealed thick hooves that matched what had once been his hands. He was changing into a horse! He squealed out, the sound inhuman as his sister dragged his pants off him, pulling and wiggling them lower to bare the curve of his ass so he dropped down into the stiff spikey straw.

"Aww, you're gonna miss the best part, Mom said that you'd probably be shocked." Misty piped up and tugged his pants down and off his legs so they fell into the hay.

"Behsht pahrt?" The words slurred while Tommy felt his tongue thickening, his lips drooped down heavily and hung there.

"Of course!" She seemed excited as she reached up and grabbed his chin, he couldn't believe she was touching him while he was naked. "After all, we couldn't really use a stallion to save the barn. You'd have no bloodline and no one would let you go the races or want you to breed others when you were done."

"WHAT?!" As his head was jerked down, Tommy felt his face growing longer, his short red hair flopping strangely along his neck as it was shifted and changed. The length of it tickling against his shoulder as he sucked down a breath.

"We need a mare to birth a champion, sired by a known champion. As you have so neglectfully sold off all our best bloodlines, we need to create it a new." His mother spoke up while he struggled in place, his eyes flashing wildly.

He looked down his own belly and saw his cock, his legs were bending and changing, the ankles growing higher in the air as his entire body was quickly growing larger than that of his little sister. He tried to pull his head away, but a hand grabbed his head harder, moving just behind his ears which flapped strangely so that his head was forced down where he could watch what was happening between his legs. There was no looking away, not even the growth of his body could hide what was happening as his cock grew smaller. At first it was because his body was growing and his cock was not, it was horrible to see it sliding away, but the horror was only starting. As his legs grew into horse legs, white stockings on every leg, he could see his cock starting to darken right along the very base and sliding upwards by the moment. He was being discolored, the soft pink being swallowed up as it began to draw back between his legs. His hind legs, god! He shuddered and threw his head back, but his sister forced his nose downwards.

His neck arched in a manner that it had no earthly right to do so, bending a long way down and arching towards his forelegs as his nose was pushing outwards, his head growing. His lips felt so heavy, his tongue even larger while his teeth grew outwards and pushed against the heavy lips. It was a brief distraction, but not one he card for as he watched his shaft withdrawing slowly and he felt the churning between his legs. It was a pressure and pain that had him wheezing out while Misty slid right along his side. She stepped over him, sitting on his haunch while gripping his chin to keep him watching! She had no business climbing on him in such a way, it was outrageous and he snorted and flared his nostrils wide, throwing his head down and shaking it roughly to try and dislodge the hold on his body.

"You can't see the best parts." Misty had a little pout to her voice. "I'd better touch and show you what's changing."

_NO! YOU HAD BETTER NOT! _ He squealed in his own mind while his ears flattened to either side. His hair was draping along his neck and spilling down towards his shoulders in a frothy wash.

Her hand reached down and he felt her fingers curling right along the swell of his balls where he couldn't stop her from handling him. He tried to twist away, ears going flat, but her fingers wrapped around the small testicles and rolled them lightly. It was through her grip that he felt them drawing closer to his body as his cock drew backwards further and his lower belly started to change even more so. He was horrified to see two teats pushing out from his lower belly, perking outwards like tight ripe nubs and his body shuddered, trying to do anything to put a stop to this. His cock trailed from sight, but he felt his sister's fingers curling as his balls withdrew, her light tough brushing upwards against something developing right between his legs. He let out a wild noise, it wasn't human, it was a squeal as the thick soft folds began to form right between his legs. Her legs. God her legs! The former boy lunged upwards, or at least she tried too, her body refused to obey her the way she needed it to.

Misty actually giggled and tightened her legs right against the newly made mares haunches and the fingers brushed upwards with a slow stroke. It wasn't quite sexual, but it was embarrassing and degrading as she felt the light fingers caressing right along the outer lips and rubbed inwards with a gentle push that made her feel the thick cunny lips. The heavy stroke rubbed against her, kneaded and rubbing for a moment so that she felt the thick dusky folds being pulled open and rubbed back together again. They even brushed downwards and ran along the line of the twin teats so that she couldn't escape the feel of them. She twisted and curved her back, striking out roughly against the ground, but her sister only giggled again and tweaked one nipple, twisting it firmly enough to make Tommy's belly tense up in shock.

"Misty, now.. we don't treat our mares that way." His mother's voice wasn't really chiding, it was amused sounding.

"Okay, but I wanted to make sure that she knows what all changed." Misty patted Tommy's belly and slipped off the former boy. She was left trembling in the straw, glaring up at her family in confusion and unhappiness.

"I'm sure she's aware. Here, slip this on her, then you can use the lead to help pull her up. I'm not sure she'll know how to use her hooves."

"EEEHEEEHEEHEEE!" Tommy whinnied, trying to call out for his mother in protest, but the loud noise startled her into silence as she watched Misty taking an offered halter and lead.

_They can't just leave me like this! _ She thought wildly and trembled as the young girl moved up to her newly formed equine head and held out the bright pink and purple nylon halter.

She knew the type of halter, it was always a favorite of her mother's when it came to the young mares and fillies. It was bright and eye catching, all of the maiden mares wore it, that way they could be readily identified as being untrained and untested. It was also terribly girlie looking, with the purple hearts marching right along the bridge of the nose band and silver heart shaped buckles against the cheek straps. She had always rolled his eyes and tolerated the gear, not caring that her mother had wanted them since it hadn't affected her. Now it was wrapped around her head and was slipped right back behind he rears. Her newly positioned eyes were forced to look down over the bright pink halter and it's fat happy hearts and her ears burned in abject humiliation. It was so... girlie. She let out a short noise in her throat and glared up at her sister, but Misty was already grabbing the lead that had been attached to the halter.

"Come on, up girl, let's go! Up you get!" She chirped out brightly and grabbed the lead harder, leaning backwards to yank so that Tommy's head was stretched out far and she jerked backwards. "Come on! TCH TCH!"

The clicking tongue was teasing as Tommy remained in place, stubbornly refusing to stand up despite the fact that the weight was being drawn roughly on the lead and yanking at her head. She allowed herself to be pulled forward a few times, and then yanked back, throwing all her ample weight into the movement that tossed her head up and down. It didn't end there, not when she had forgotten that Jackson was still in the stall. The black stallion had watched everything with simple bemusement, eyes focused on the scene as if unsure what to think, but when the mare had appeared from what had been the boy, his attention shifted and fixated sharply on the form sprawled out in his stall and his nostrils flared with interest. As Tommy had tried to get her sister from stopping with the tugging, the large stud had wandered over to snuffle curiously at the dark equine head.

That's all it took, the former boy let out a startled squeal and leapt forward, throwing her weight up onto her forelegs and then leaped forward with a little noise. The teeth snapped out against her shoulder as the stallion snuffled the new more with increased interest. The hot snuffles and pushes against the line of the haunches that sent her leaping forward with a lash of her tail. God, she had a tail, a horrible long black tail that was sweeping behind her, but she bolted from the stallion who was flaring his upper lip up and starting to puff and snort at the scent of mare on the air. She was left scrabbling towards the side of the stall, cramming against it so she nearly hit her mother's hand who let out a laugh and his sister reached up to grab his halter.

"You know, Mom, she's probably going to need to be watched over so she doesn't hurt someone." Misty grabbed right beneath the pink and purple halter, pulling her head downwards.

"Hmm? I intend to keep her stalled in here for now, we'll divide the stall for now to keep him from breeding her until she's in season. That should keep her safe enough." Her mother answered, Elana was smiling as she watched her former son.

"But she could still kick." Misty's eyes were a bit sly as Tommy aimed a kick back against the stallion who was trying to sniff against her haunch. "You know, when they come to clean it, shouldn't we put a bow on her tail?"

_A bow?! _ Tommy blanched at the thought. It was common practice to apply a bright red or pink bow to the tail of a horse that was prone to kicking or biting, an easy way to identify them.

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Tommy soon found out that there was nothing his family wouldn't do in an effort to save the farm. It didn't take much time to erect a barrier in the middle of the stall, not when one of the grooms showed up to help and she was kept in a narrow little stall. Nor did it take that much time to find a length of bright pink ribbon to wrap right around the base of her tail. Misty didn't just wrap it there and tie it off, her sister had taken the time to pull, tug and fluff it up until it was large and lifted up in the air in the most feminine way possible. She was left in a stall that was small enough that she only had a few steps in either direction, not that it helped her because she remained crammed up against one side of the stall as Jackson was more than happy to have the little black mare stuffed next to him where he could snuffle and sniff her whenever he pleased. She barely got any sleep as she spent three days with hot breath and snuffs against her whenever she moved so much as an inch away from the stall wall.

Tommy wasn't tended by the grooms, despite the fact the pink bow had supposedly been put on her to warn away the men that worked in the stables. Her sister and mother tended her and the attentions were not what she wanted. Every day she was brushed and stroked, her mane and tail groomed out until it was like silk, her hooves picked and her coat rubbed down with sweet oil to make sure that it shined like midnight. The few times she was taken out to exercise she was able to see herself in the occasional window. She was a black mare, a black mare with four white stockings and a slender white mark right on her head. She could barely believe she was a mare, but there was little she could do about it. There was no way for her to change herself back, and it didn't seem that her family had any intention of doing it themselves.

"Rrrf...snfff?" The hot sound of the stallion brought her ears up as she felt a hot blast against her haunches, making her leap and shove harder against the ground. "Hrrrhrrhrrr.."

_Leave me alone! _ She pinned her ears down at the stallion angrily, snapping her tail up and down as she pushed as far as she could get herself against the stall wall.

The last day Jackson had become more interested, more aggressive as she could barely grab a mouthful of water before his nose tried to stuff itself beneath her tail or he nipped her neck. His ears were up as he was shoved as far as he could, his upper lip peeled all the way back as he sucked in a breath and his chest spread open wide, drawing in the deep air and her scent. She hated when he did that, hated the way he seemed to savor it as he immediately started to snuffle and whicker back at her, thudding a hoof against the door in such a way that made her swing around to push her haunch into the corner of her stall. The reek of stallion filled the air, sharp and harsh, making it impossible to think as he was continually choking on it in the strangest ways. It was hard to think with the scent, she didn't know why, but it was growing increasingly hard to escape the scent and to keep her mind thinking clearly.

"And how is our pretty mare today?" Misty chirped out while she was still stuffing herself back into the corner of the stall.

_Why won't she stop asking that? _ She swallowed and glared at the familiar form trotting into the stable. There was the same question every time Misty showed up, in the last few days a pattern had shown up.

"Hey fella, how goes your pretty filly?" Misty crooned out towards Jackson as she came up to the stall door. The stud barely twitched his ears as he was too busy straining back towards the corner of her stall.

They are just doing this to scare me, they want me to learn my lesson and put more work into the farm. That's all, I just have to appear meek and as if I've learned my lesson. She thought to herself, even as Misty made it a point to humiliate her.

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Misty couldn't help but grin over the edge of the stall as she saw Jackson barely even looking at her, the ears not twitching towards her as the stallion kept his head over the edge of the stall. She leaned forward and watched for a while, grinning to herself as she saw her former brother twitching and pushing further into the back of the stall. The pair of them could have been a matched set, they were both dark glossy black, though Tommy had more white on her than Jackson, the dark black rare in thoroughbreds when most were shades of brown. Tommy's black coat was offset with the pink and purple halter, but it was really made with the bright pink bow around the base of her tail. Misty had taken pains to make sure that it was fluffed up just right where no one could miss it if they glanced at her.

"Mmm are you flirting with, Jackson?" She grinned as Tommy's head swung towards her and the ears went back flat. "Oh? Like you don't know what you're doing!"

She loved that Tommy couldn't answer back, there was nothing Tommy could do but talk with gestures of her ears and tail and lips, none of which interrupted her when she was talking. Once upon a time she had been so proud of him, she had wanted to be just like the boy that had been tall and confident, the one that had taught her how to ride when she'd been younger. Things had changed in recent months that love had turned to resentment and frustration as she was left always arguing and trying to do what was best for the farm. For the first time, she could say what she wanted, she could do what she wanted, and the last few days had meant peace for her mother and her. They didn't have to worry about Tommy selling off more mares or their hard work being auctioned off, they had been able to concentrate on repairing the damage. It would all be about keeping the farm up and running for several years, they just had to keep it running long enough for the spell to save them.

She watched as Jackon's cock swung around his belly as he kept trying to strain towards the scared maiden mare. Her brother seemed as if he was ready to bolt as she kept wedged backwards and her head was tilted all the way down while she kept glaring at Misty in outrage. The girl leaned forward to watch as the stallion stomped and dug at the doors angrily, trying to get his way through the make shift barrier to get at the mare on the other side. He wasn't acting like he normally did, simply wanting to sniff and boss the new mare about, he was dedicated to getting his way through. Every paw and scrape of his hooves rocked the barrier as he stepped back only to snort and curl his upper lip back before lunging forward again. His tail snapped up and down wildly, showing more and more aggression and frustration at trying to get to the mare locked away from him.

"Oh my... No wonder you're so quiet today, Mom will be happy to know you're ready." She grinned and moved away from the stall door, almost bouncing. Tommy stared after her, eyes confused and scared, before there was a sudden nip right against her neck and the hot scent of stallion hit her again, blasting over her neck and mane.

Ready for what? She thought and then perked up, ears pricked high in the air. Ready to be changed back?!

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"Come on! Whoa...whoa...easy, easy there's a lass, easy easy..." Jeremy grabbed Tommy's halter and forced it down to post as she tried to buck and kick to get herself away from the burly groom handling her. "Ma'am, she's awful spirited."

"I know." Elana answered while her former son pinned her ears back and felt the fingers reaching out to grab the thickness of her upper lip and pinched firmly enough that she had to go still. "She's still young, but we'd like a foal out of her during this heat, we could use it."

"Yes.." He grunted and slipped up a metal clip right between her sensitive nostrils so she gave her head a wild shake back and forth. "We'll get her hooked up, but she's early into heat, might be better to wait a few days."

She had felt hopeful that she was going to be turned back after her little sister had left the barn, and that hope had soared when her mother had shown up, but it hadn't lasted. A groom had been brought in to handle her, she hadn't been changed back, but a lead clipped to her lead and the man had led her from the stable with Jackson calling after her in a way that made her ears burn in embarrassment. She hadn't been led far, but where they'd taken her had told her she wasn't going to be changed back or even allowed away from the stallion. She had been taken to a small out of the way spot that was used for breeding mares, set up with a set of stout cross ties and a low chute that was designed to block a mare from being able to strike out at a stallion without getting in his way when he mounted her. The moment she'd seen it she had tried to jerk away, fighting the lead as step by step she was forced into the same place many a filly had lost her virginity.

"If she doesn't catch we'll have to wait longer, she'll be fine. Jackson is already worked up because of her, I'm sure that she'll do fine. She's just high spirited." Elana answered, her voice sounded amused as Tommy rolled her eyes back to look at her family.

_How could she?! They can't really do this! MOM! _ Tommy trembled and gave her head a twist, the pink halter only jerked against her head while the groom moved around her.

"You should have seen her earlier, she was flirting with Jackson, tail hiked and everything. She's probably just not used to being handled in this way, though." Misty was almost giggling as she commented and Tommy twitched, horrified by the comment.

"Here we go, lass, let's get that tail up, eh?" Jeremy grabbed her tail and Tommy tried to clamp it down, but the hold was tight and hard. "C'mere, miss, I'll show you what to look for with a mare in heat. About time you learn."

"I already know, though." Misty answered, but Tommy could hear the movements coming closer to her while she tried to twist her head around to one side, letting out hot breaths. Her pinched nose ached dully, distracting her, but not that much.

"You listen to Jeremy, he's been working with horses for years. Just because a mare is winking doesn't mean she's just in heat, he'll know what to check for." Elana moved around and soon came into view at her head. "Easy, girl, easy... "

Please mom... She looked up at her mother and tried to pull her tail down as hands began to move down along her haunches.

"Now, you're going to take..." Jeremy paused a little bit. "What's her name, ma'am? I didn't see a name plate earlier."

"Bitten by Karma is her registered name, Karma for short." Her mother murmured and the soft hands stroked along Tommy's cheek. "Very fitting name, hmm?" The last words were spoken quite low, low enough that Jeremy wouldn't hear.

"Alright, let's take Karma's tail and pull it up, now you see her vulva here." Hands reached down and she flinched, trying to kick out, but her hoof only hit the short wall behind her as she struck out. "Easy girl...easy..."

The hands reached up to either side and cupped right against the softness of her mound and she shuddered at the way they curled inwards as they touched her. The moment the digits pressed inwards she felt the sensitive inner flesh being caressed with a brush forward that made a shiver trail down along the line of her back. It was almost pleasurable as the skin felt too warm and the man only pulled her folds open wide to expose parts of her that she wanted to hide for all that she was worth. She tucked her haunches down while her sister gripped her tail and kept it up so that she could be fondled by the groom. She'd never been touched this way, it was humiliating and awful feeling as the fingers suddenly pushed forward and began to nudge at her tender passage.

"Now, you want to make sure that she's producing enough lubricant. A maiden mare might not be prepared for a stallion and she can tear if she's dry." Jeremy used his lecturing tone while Tommy was forced to feel the finger pushing forward.

"She doesn't look dry." Misty piped up in a tone that made his cheeks burning hotly, humiliated and horrified as the finger pushed inwards harder and began to spread the inner walls open.

Her haunches tensed upwards as the finger began to push in deeper and she felt her outer lips trying to flex around the hand pressed against them. They pursed together, pulsing with the feel of her heart giving a slight ripple, her stomach tensing up. She tried to kick back again, rearing and cracking both hooves against the back of the short wall wildly, but there was no escaping the finger that gently worked and out, teasing through her body in a way that made her inner walls clamp down tightly. Her ears were beat red, flattened to her head, her breathing coming out roughly as the finger pulled away and was replaced with a set of smaller hands. The groom murmured gentle encouragement as Misty's fingers began to slip inside of Tommy's snug passage, spreading them open so that wetness began to push out along the edges. The wet syrupy nectar clung in strands around the edges as the slow push forward and drag back made her shudder in reaction, her tail twitching and jerking up ever so slightly when the pads of the fingers caressed a spot that sent a jolt through her.

"That's right, see how slick she is? It might be because she was stabled near the stud, he likely has her worked up more than normal." Jeremy patted her right on the haunch. "You can even see how her tail is trying to hike up."

"She's probably been wanting him all day." Misty piped up brightly and the fingers dragged from her body with a slow little stroke, dragging free with a slick feel. "Poor girl, you're all needy, huh?"

_I'm not needy! Oh god, you can't do this! _ Tommy was breathing rapidly, her body quivering and too warm feeling as she yanked roughly against her lead, but her mother's hand reached down to grip either side of the halter.

"Why don't you go grab Jackson, she's ready enough and he was quite worked up earlier when we brought him out. " Elana murmured softly, the hands remaining hard against the halters and squeezing.

Tommy looked up at her mother, her eyes wild and frightened as her ears pinned flat and she breathed in short little pants. Her tail was released, and it refused to drop all the way down as she felt her thick dusky folds exposed to the air. They tensed and relaxed, flexing and winking as she tried to find a way out of this, they couldn't let this happen, they couldn't let that.. that brute mount her and breed her! The thought made her stomach churn as she half reared and jumped up, her hooves shaking slightly before the tied off lead forced her back down again. Her mother reached out to grab the twitch attached to her nose, pinching it off roughly enough that she let out a pained noise and turned her head to one side, her breathing coming in short bursts as her head dropped down low, sides heaving with short heavy breaths. And then she heard it.

The whicker and hooves that were dancing over the ground, the thud and snort that had her tail trying to clamp down, but they refused to budge. It remained hiked up behind her while Misty moved to grab the long hairs. There was nothing Tommy could do about it, her little sister held her tail up all the way to one side to bare her loins in the most humiliating way possible. She could feel the tickle of air against her winking puffy folds, the edges of the pink bow tickling to either side as she turned her head as far around as she could get it. Jackson was being led out by the groom, his ears were up and nostrils flared as he was nearly trotting in place as he spied her. The upper lips were curling all the way back as he sucked in a breath and flicked his glossy black tail up high in the air, his hooves dancing faster while he pulled at the leads.

She didn't really pay attention to his body, she had seen his body plenty of times, her eyes were fixated on the cock that was bouncing wildly beneath his belly. Every dark length was jabbing in the air at nothing, rising and falling as her cunny began to wink and flex between her legs, flashing her clit as she felt the throbbing of her body. The heat was flushing her face as her breathing picked up pace, almost hyperventilating as Jeremy led the stud towards her close enough that the nose could be stretched out and snuffled with interest right along the curve of her haunch. The warm breath teased her, flickering this way and that as he tugged against the lead and was brought in close enough to get a good whiff of her scent. She couldn't stop that scent even if she tried! It was a part of her and was growing by the moment as the broad muzzle slipped along her haunches and gave a sharp nip that made her leap and side step, nearly falling as the teeth snapped out again.

The heavy cock slapped up against his belly and chest with a loud noise as Jackson snuffled right along the line of the tail, the heat blasting against her as the thick lips nosed down with a firm push that slipped against her folds. She couldn't stop herself! She winked them, flashing her clit as it spread open and pursed tightly together again before flashing open. She advertised herself to him, she couldn't stop it as the lips worked up and rubbed right against her with a messy stroke that had her tensing and shuddering in place. It felt awful, the lips pulled and plucked before a thick tongue pushed out and rubbed right up and along the length of the inner folds with a scrape that caressed right through her silky outer lining and had her haunches bunching up tightly in shock from the attention. There was another slap beneath the stallion and she tucked her haunches down, her body moving without a thought.

Tommy didn't know what she expected, perhaps for her mother to finally tell Jeremy to take the stallion away or some other reprieve at the final hour, but it didn't come. Instead she felt the head slipping up and over her haunches, the sudden bump of the chin against her before the crash hit against her hind legs and she was stumbling forward under the feel of the beast swinging about. The head pushed up higher as the chest pushed up tight against her, her tail was pulled higher up and out of the way as Misty let out a bit of a yelp as Jackson reared up and scrabbled his way on top of her. The former boy squealed out and tried desperately to buck him off, but the tight lead and the low wall behind her legs made it so she couldn't get out of the way or strike out at him when she crashed against wall roughly. The forelegs scrabbled to either side, hooking tightly and squeezing as the head slipped higher up with a blast of heat against the line of her neck.

NO NO!! NO NO NO!! Her eyes bulged in terror as the hooves dragged roughly against her lower thighs as something hot and heavy jabbed right up between her legs with a rough strike.

The cock tip sent out a splatter of precum that was drooled out in a smear against her glossy smooth coat, rubbing and tapping roughly while the beast grabbed at her neck with a pair of blunt powerful teeth. They clamped down against him, squeezing almost painfully tight and yanking backwards while the stallion started to grunt and snort as he lunged his hips forward with short bursts as the cock tapped and pushed up high to run right along the base of her tail. It was thick and slimy, hot and smearing through her coat in a wetness that ran downwards in thick dribbles, the harsh thick musk of stallion was flooding her soft muzzle. Tommy's hind legs splayed strangely before he felt his sister moving along her side.

"C'mere, let's get you aimed, fella..." Tommy heard her say, and suddenly the cock was pulled downwards by her sister's hand.

Tommy didn't have time to feel more than a twinge of humiliation before the swollen black tip was suddenly pushing right against her winking swollen folds. There was no escape at the feel of the heavy girth jabbing and lunging against her soft outer lips and forced them inwards before she squealed out with shock. It was hot and large, stretching and splaying her wider and wider, nearly tearing her open as Jackson lunged forward with a forceful rock of his hips and a grunt. The tightness of her body made it impossible to get away, it was stretching the ring of her virginal passage open wider and wider. It hurt, the sting of it making her eyes water as the first few inches wedged itself into her. Her inner walls started to clamp down and squeeze along the girth, suckling and squeezing, drawing it inwards as it slipped it's way through her trembling cunny.

The wetness was pushing out around the edges as the too large shaft pried her open deeper and deeper, her inner walls contracted and squeezed tightly around the length. Her mother's hands grabbed either side of her head, holding her head down so that her nose was pushed down against the fence post while she let out another shrill squeal and another few inches stuffed into her achingly stretched body. Something warm and gooey oozed out into her passage, splattering out and being pushed inwards as the precum dribbled messily. The draw back was a shock, the fleshy veined length was tugged backwards in a smooth stroke that had her entire body tensing up as the thickness of the tip nearly pulled out of her body. He didn't drag back that far before the next thrust forward hammered through her in a powerful drive that forced another helpless sound from her throat as inch after inch of the cock seated itself deep within her, her walls trembling and convulsing around the obscenely thick length.

She was helpless, she could do nothing to buck him off, her body violated by the swollen member as Jackson's forelegs scrabbled harder before he bucked forward with a rocking thrust that drove the cock all the way into her silken passage. She was painfully stretched wide, feeling the precum splattering out as the tip rubbed right up against the barrier of her cervix. It rubbed forward, the pressure growing as the precum was splattering up messily against her before he dragged backwards with a smooth stroke. The slimy wetness clung around the girth as she panted shallowly, ears splayed to either side before the next thrust forward rocked her in against her mother's hold. She'd never played with herself this way, never even tried a finger inside of his anal passage, and now a whole new passage was being raped and worked through. The powerful thrusts hammered and caressed, tugging as she felt the hot breath against the nape of her neck, the teeth shifting on their hold against her smooth glossy hide.

"I can't believe he can fit in there." Misty spoke up from the side, Tommy's little sister was watching all of this. It made her ears burn, her eyes squeeze shut as the hips drove forward again with a powerful lunge.

"You'd be surprised, they're made for each other after all." The groom answered promptly, his tone a tone of indifference.

The thickness of the base stretched her open wide before the drag backwards slipped the inches from her with a smooth caress. She could feel the wetness spilling down from her violated body, wetness spilling downwards towards the curve of her hind legs, spilling gooey strands of mingled juices down against her teats. The hips plunged harder, the grip of the forelegs yanking her backwards as the stallion began to hammer into her faster, harder, the inches only slipping out briefly before slamming forward again. The tip rolled and rubbed against her cervix, grinding forward against the barrier before the pull back again. Her walls were being stretched and contracting down tightly, squeezing along the length in ways that she couldn't stop. She could feel the caresses running over her swollen nerves, dragging backwards as the medial ring started to stroke through her, pushing forward in a spot that sent a shuddering jolt through her.

The stallion was made for her body, there was no denying it, every inch of her had been created to make sure that his cock fit firmly within her body. The powerful thrusts worked through her, the thrusts driving through her, tugging and sliding inwards so that she felt the swell of the balls clapping up between her legs with a lewd noise. The thrusts were building, faster, harder, rocking through her as she let out several squeals and shuddered, her tail pulled backwards by her sister so that every part of her body was stretched around the inky dark cock. The stallion's legs began to pull on her, tugging as the medial ring popped in and out with wet noises. She could hear the sound of it being swallowed into her passage! Her breath came out in short grunts and squeals, bursting forth in a way that she couldn't control, she felt as if she were split in two and it was only growing worse by the moment.

The tip began to stretch open wider and wider, flaring and straining her body wide as it began to stretch open wider as the tip nestled up harder against the line of her cervix. The forceful pushes drove inwards and began to stretch her open wider by the moment. It was pushing forward to cup right against her cervix, pushing her forward hard enough that her nose was digging in against the fence post. She couldn't prepare herself for it, couldn't stop it, not when the cock began to suddenly throb and quiver inside of her, the girth stretching open wider and wider. She could feel the ache of it stretching her while the cock bowed inside of her, the force of the thrust pushing the orbs forward to rub right along her inner thighs, mocking her with what she no longer possessed. And then it happened..

Tommy's head shot up with a high pitched squeal as the cock began to quiver before a hot creamy rush of cum erupted inside of her fertile body. It was thick and gooey, splattering back against her cervix in rope after rope, hitting hard and rolling up against the opening with a heavy splash. It was horrible feeling it, the warmth of it pushing up against the narrow opening started to push in a stream of sperm laden wetness into her very womb. She felt every twitch, every pulse, her body trembling as the inner walls locked down tightly along it, squeezing and pulling outwards, the caressing touches suckling messily along it while her body shuddered. Her eyes snapped open, finding herself looking right into the eyes of her mother as the first ooze of the cum backwashed around the throbbing black cock, trailing down messily between her hind legs. But not all of it, not even most of it, the bulk was being splattered deep into her belly and working its way to her ripe womb.

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"Which one is that one? She's next isn't she?" The vet pointed out over the fence and Tommy didn't even twitch her ears as she carefully kept her head down near the grass as if she were grazing.

Ten long months she had lived in the pasture, ten months and she'd been forced to be pastured and stabled with Jackson, her days measured out in being herded, nipped and driven by the beast that was always just a few feet behind her. Her eyes flicked towards the fence to where he was standing in front of her, his ears up, but body tense as he kept himself between her and the vet who was walking along with her mother. Elana's eyes were focused on her as the vet went up to the fence line to regard her with some measure of interest, the eyes making her uncomfortable as she flicked her pink ribboned tail and lifted her head so that she could walk away with a hot little snort. Her ears burned as she walked away, the movements awkward and waddling no matter how she tried to keep her limbs in line so that they didn't get in the way.

Her belly was obscenely swollen, stretched out to either side with a growing foal so that there was no way she could behave normally. She couldn't even lie down without a great deal of effort, certainly not with any measure of grace, and it had only grown worse by the day. Her teats were swollen and filled with milk, tight as a drum as the heavy bag drooped down between her legs and sometimes even leaked out milk to coat along her legs. She had tried to ignore it, even deny it, but as the months had passed it became apparent that there was no hiding the fact that she was rapidly showing every sign of her pregnancy. Her body swollen and stretched out after nearly a week of being fucked by Jackson at every turn to make sure that she caught. She couldn't block out that particular image no matter how hard she tried, just like she couldn't escape her fate as one of the farms broodmares.

"Look at you, that foal must be huge." Misty's voice brought Tommy's eyes up and her ears backwards as her sister walked up through the pasture. "Aren't you just so proud? The vet said the ultrasound showed a colt too. You're such a lucky girl, Karma.."

I'm Tommy.. She thought defeatedly, and not for the first time. Not that they listened to her, not that they seemed to care. They only called her Karma.

Her sister's hand deftly grabbed the pink and purple halter and gave it a pull, tugging her head about while the girl slipped in closer. As she turned to look, she could see the new horses in the far pasture that were settling in. There were a lot of new horses coming in, ever since her mother had taken over the running of the farm and begun to make sure that the animals that had been sold off were being replaced. Her ears pinned back flat while she her sister's hand moved along her side, making her body tense up strangely as the fingers reached down far enough to grip one of her sore thick teats. She shuddered her skin and let out a hot breath, her ears pinning down flat to her head as the fingers pulled and dragged down along the nipple, pulling hard enough to send a stream of thick white milk onto the ground beneath her before Misty let out a little giggle and released the sore nub.

"You know, Karma, it's a shame you're never going to see your baby race. He's going to bring a whole new era to this farm." She murmured softly, cooing like talking to an animal. "But you're going to be busy having more babies for us. Mom hopes you'll have a filly as well. A prize filly to make up for all the horses my brother sold."

_I am your brother. _ Tommy glared at her, curling her thick dark lips back a touch to show her teeth, but was only given a pat on the nose with milk wet fingers.

"Don't you worry, you won't go anywhere. Tommy's long gone, after all, he gamboled himself into so much debt he must have run away when he couldn't pay up. Such a shame." Misty tugged the halter as Tommy stared at her and the story she told.

Was that where everyone thought she really was?! Running away from gamboling debt that had gotten too far out of control?! Her stomach twisted sickly, her breathing came in a few hot huffs before a pair of teeth snapped right at her rump and sent her lunging past Misty. Jackson was coming up on her rear, stalking her and herding his prize mare as they were led away. She'd thought her nightmare would end with the horror of birthing an animal, but it had only really just begun, the first foal of many.