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You grumble to yourself, kicking the shredded tire on your old car. Typical, of all the places, and of all the times to have your car die on you! The middle of nowhere, in the county of fucking nothing! You sigh and run a shaking hand through your fairly greasy hair, this isn't your idea of a nice escape to the countryside.

Pulling out your phone you give a wail of despair as you notice the battery is dead. The boss is going to kill your for this! He was counting on you being at his presentation to give out a little bit of your expertise. Now you have no way to contact him.

You gather your belongings from the car and begin the long trek to the nearest service station. You slip the phone back into your bag and sigh to yourself. You're probably not going to have a job to go back to anyway, may as well take your time.

The time seems to crawl by, your eyes glazing over in complete boredom. A brown spec on the edge of your vision catches your attention. On the top of the hill is a nicely maintained barn and farmhouse. It's quite far away, but the brown specs you see must be cows of some sort. More importantly however, they might have a phone you can use.

Coming across a sudden dirt path to your left, you decide to follow it and ask the owners if you can use it. The trek to the house seems even longer. Eventually you begin the see it in more detail; it's a quaint little place with white shutters and a reddish-brown exterior. Baskets of well-maintained flowers hang from the porch pillars. Whoever lives here obviously takes pride in making it look nice.

Parked outside is a fairly large truck, meaning that somebody must be inside. Thanking a non-specific deity for the good fortune, you jog up to the deep green door and knock, secretly hoping that you aren't interrupting something important.

You hear the clicking and sliding of various locks, before the door is pulled slightly ajar and a curious green eye pokes between the gap.

"Uh, my car broke down and I was wondering if I could use your phone?"

The person says nothing, her gaze rolling up and down your well-dressed body. The door closes again, before winging open wide to reveal a cute looking woman with mousy brown hair. She gives you a smile and straightens out her plaid shirt.

"Well howdy there stranger! That sure is some bad luck, come on in."

You thank her and step past the threshold into an equally cozy living room. "The phone is through here, in the kitchen."

You follow her as she points out the bright red landline phone on the wall. Nodding to her and thanking her again, you dial the number of your boss and cross your fingers.

"Hello?"

"Kid, where the hell are you! I was expecting you an hour ago!"

"I'm sorry sir! My car broke down; I don't think I'll be able to make it."

"Christ," he mutters to himself. You can hear the shuffling of papers in the background. "Listen, you're not much good to me out there."

"I know I'm not sir, I'm using somebody else's phone, I'll try and get there for you, but I think you should prepare to do it without me."

"Alright, thanks for calling me at least," with another sigh he hangs up. It does little to calm your nerves, he's going to give you a real chewing out the next time you see him. A kettle whistles in the background as the woman fusses over making tea.

"Do you know the nearest garage?" you ask as she pours the steaming water into two mugs.

"You see that little piece of paper there? That's their number, I use em' all the time to fix up my tractor and such."

You hammer the number into the phone and tap your foot impatiently as it rings. This time however, nobody is on the other end to pick it up. With a sigh you hang up and turn back to the farm girl, who ushers you back into the living room and hands you one of the cups.

"Don't you worry none, it's a small place so they might be out on call. You can try again later," she blows the steam away from her tea and takes a sip. "That hits the spot," she mutters to herself.

"Sorry for not asking before, but what's your name?" you ask.

"Wendy, and you are?"

You respond with your own name and shake her hand, "Nice to meet you Wendy." It'd be rude to not drink, don't you think? You blow off your own cup and sip, the slight taste of lemon hitting your tonsils.

"I hope you like lemon tea, it's the only kind I have," she gives a jovial laugh, although you don't quite get what's so funny about it. Before the room can settle into an awkward silence you interject, and ask her what kind of farm she runs.

"A horse farm, silly, didn't you see them on the way up?"

You shake your head, saying that you saw them from a distance, but they had moved before you could get a closer look.

"Well, they are pretty shy you know. Anyway, I look after them, rent em', race em' and breed em'! Pretty lucrative stuff if you know who to work with." She remains silent for a moment, and takes another deep drink of her tea before continuing.

"I don't get to do much breeding anymore actually, my last stallion passed away recently. Can't do none of that without any fella's, you know? They're expensive too, even more if you want a healthy one."

You pitch a guess that this has put her in a financial problem. She seems pretty down about the whole thing. You tense and relax your hand as a mysterious cramp begins to set in. Pins and needles begin to run up and down your legs, forcing you to stand and pace the room a few times.

"Somethin' the matter?"

"Just pins and needles," you grunt. They weren't getting any better.

"Well if you want to take a walk, I could show you some of the mares." She rises from her seat and takes both cups back into the kitchen, you can hear running water briefly as she rinses them out. Meanwhile, the suffering continues for your lower body; if anything moving has made it worse.

You eagerly await the arrival of your new friend, who looks at you fondly as you shuffle uncomfortably. You ask her where the horses are with a croak.

"Sounding a little hoarse there buddy, pale as a sheet too!" she says with concern. She holds a hand to your forehead and frowns to herself. "Some fresh air will do you some good, follow me. They aren't that far away."

You step back out onto the porch, noticing the sun setting over the horizon, how long have you been here again? It casts the open fields with an orange glow, you smile to your, regardless of your current condition.

"Never get tired of that," she sighs wistfully. "Just one of the perks of living in the country," she winks.

You struggle to find your feet as she heads to the nearby barn. The world is off kilter, rotating slightly out of the place. Your head is pounding now and you can't find the focus to speak out and ask for help. You follow her anyway, your body turning on auto-pilot. You lick your lips with a much larger than normal tongue, you could kill for some water right now.

Your feet begin to cramp, your shoes feeling increasingly uncomfortable. The farmer, what was her name again? She unhooks the latch and pulls open one of the heavy wooden doors. You gasp as two dozen pairs of eyes latch onto your heaving body. They tower above you with voluptuous bodies and silky coats.

These aren't like any horses you've ever seen.

Each one is at least six foot tall, standing on their hind legs. Their bodies are well muscled and developed from running in the fields. They have large breasts capped by dark nipples that peak above the fur of their coats. They have long manes that drape down past their shoulders to give them the slightest modesty, but otherwise everything is on open display, including their smooth black pussies, all dripping with moisture.

They turn to you and snort at the sudden intrusion, thick lips rumbling. You don't have time to run and scream as the farmer shoves you inside and closes the door. "Sorry about this! But it's a lot cheaper than buying a new one," she yells from the outside.

Then it really kicks in.

You fall to your knees as your skin burns, leaving you to wail in agony. The mares become curious and leave their stalls, all snorting and stamping hooves. They surround you leaving you in the shade as your body undergoes a monstrous transformation.

Your feet crack and harden into hooves, which scrape against the dusty ground in an attempt to find purchase, an escape from the agony. Hot lead fills your veins as fur begins to sprout from every area of your body. Your hair lengthens and begins to grown from the back of your neck, giving you a majestic blonde mane. Your tailbone extends and begins to grow many long, thin hairs that form a similarly styled tail.

But the worst part has to be your face, which snaps and contorts as whatever the farmer gave you tries to transform you into a mutant stallion. Your nostrils widen, as the area around your nose rises with it to give you a long muzzle; which itself is soon covered with brown fur and black skin. Your eyes sink back further into your skull, becoming darker and less intelligent.

Your body grows in size too, to dwarf the comparatively small mares that inhabit the barn. You reach just under seven and a half feet before your body fills out sideways, giving you impressive muscles that bulge and shift under your skin as you move.

Finally your cock extends to an absurd length, only natural for a stallion of your virility. The middle bulges out to form the middle ring of flesh, the head following suit to form a flat tip perfect for battering down a needy mare's walls. The skin turns an onyx black. Your balls inflate in their sack, stretching the skin to give it a completely smooth look as testosterone pumps around your body, eager to begin producing semen.

You gasp and whinny as you orgasm suddenly, a gallon of cum bursting from the tip of your foot long cock. Your balls clench and gurgle as they begin to produce another load. The mares have finally caught on to what has occurred. One kneels down next to you and begins to caress your arm sensually.

Another lies down on your right, squishing her J cup breasts against your other arm and giving a hopeful snort. Your brain slowly begins to shut down as the scent of hay and mares in heat fills your nostrils, worries about work and your car fade away into the blackness and is replaced with a thirst, a purpose, a need to impregnate as many of your mares as possible.

You lean over to the left and grab the mare, pulling her to her hooves with you. You easily outsize these giant horses now, but that's the further thing from your mind as you spin her around and force her to lean against one of the stalls.

Her tail lifts and flags, revealing her plump pussy and puckered asshole. Her pink clit occasionally slips from between her lips along with a fresh squirt of moisture. Grabbing her generously sized behind, you slip your length into her, both of you giving a snort of pleasure. The other mares stick close, rubbing their bodies against you.

Two get down to their knees and begin to play with your sack as you pound your current mare. They nip and kiss the dark skin, worshipping the sperm producing factories that will give them their latest foals. The others entertain themselves by touching your muscles and kissing your body, enjoying the feel of a strong stud working to please his herd.

The burning has been replaced by an intense pleasure as your mare clenches hard around your cock. She whinnies and cries out as you grip her mane between your teeth and pull to get more leverage, an instinctual desire to push yourself as deep as possible to ensure insemination.

The other mares pair up and pleasure each other, keeping themselves ready for when you pick them for a ride. The smell and musk of sex is overpowering, only furthering your drive to fuck all of them. You pump faster as you feel the end coming, your balls escaping from the grip of your two servants and slapping against her clit.

The thick head of your cock flares inside her, keeping you in place as you unleash another gallon of cum into her needy womb. A yellowish liquid escapes from her, the first of what is sure to be many orgasms during the evening.

You slowly pull your soft cock from her pussy, a small stream of cum escaping her. Your cock hangs low to the ground as one of the mares crawls over and begins to eat out her well fucked herd mate, with the other latches onto the end of your dick, lovingly cleaning it of any leftover juices. It doesn't take long for you to return to full hardness under her care.

She briefly takes it into her muzzle, trying to take as much of your meat as possible before gagging slightly on its girth. She pulls out and whinnies, presenting herself to you by spreading her legs. You get down to your knees and waste no time in giving her what she wants. Her breasts jiggle with every thrust. You lean forwards and take one of the thick life givers into your mouth, playing with it.

She arches her back and wraps her strong, thick legs around your back, encouraging you to go deeper. The mares continue to caress your body as you pound another one of their sisters. You don't last as long this time, especially with the encouragement of the others; bursting your banks inside her and guaranteeing another foal to be born from your incredibly fertile seed.

You gasp and fall back onto the dusty ground as the mares surround you and jostle for position, snorting and pushing each other. With two down and another twenty-two to go, it's going to be a long night for you and your new herd.

You don't know how long has passed since then. The weather changes, the sun rises and falls, but your much simpler mind can't count the days as they pass. You're a very busy stallion after all, attending to the needs of your large herd.

Another moans underneath you as you cum inside her. Her stomach is already showing signs of a member of your barn family. Similarly, all except two have begun to show signs of pregnancy. Your simple stallion mind snorts to itself in pride, only a truly great stallion could do such a thing. You brush her black hair away from her face and nuzzle her neck, the rare moment of intimacy you can get with twenty four horny mares is cherished dearly.

The door opens as your owner enters the barn, a cheery smile on her face. The other herd members shift slightly, some moving towards her and receiving an affectionate pat on the head for the effort. She counts up the mares in the barn that are visibly pregnant, (some more than other) and writes them down on a clipboard.

"Mighty fine work there stud," she mutters to herself. "Here's hoping I get some more stallions from you, I bet your seed would be worth a pretty penny too huh?"

You don't comprehend her words, but instead the praise in her voice. Your muscled chest puffs slightly in pride as you rise to our hooves. Two mares quickly places themselves on each arm and stroke you sensually, knowing that you enjoy it and secretly hoping for some extra time on the end of your cock.

The farmer laughs, "I knew I made the right choice."