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The sound of lustful grunts and groans echoed through the small stable while Vincent LeFalliaon stood with his haunches relaxed against the back door and barely anything stirring except his ears as he tried to block out the noises. It was late, the stable was nearly dead quiet, just the sort of time that he enjoyed the best, when he could stretch out and entertain himself with watching the stars go by outside of his stall. He didn’t have to worry about someone seeing him do something that a horse shouldn’t have been doing, or concern himself with much of anything except for rolling through his own distant memories of what had once been. Not that anyone here would have even guessed that he was anything except an iron grey horse with a penchant for being spirited with anyone but the riders with the lightest touch and most competent seat.

“Nnf… Yeah.. just like… god..” The muffled voice made the former man pin his ears back in disgust and step away from that section of the wall, flicking his bobbed tail behind him unhappily.

It seemed like a thousand years ago that he had signed onto this life, or at least, that’s what he sometimes thought it had been. He had been young and brash, a bit full of himself and unhappy in his lot in life living on a farm and toiling long hours. He could still remember the exhaustion he had felt day after day as he had been forced to work with a large gentle plow horse he had named Ben. He had wanted more, he dreamed of more, he still dreamed of more to be honest. The night that he had decided to run away had been one of anger and frustration as he had been denied his attempts to sign on at an estate near the house. He had dreams of at least being a groom, something that held the bare edge of civility, but his father had snapped at him, the anger and rage at the farmer driving him to want to escape it all. And he had… His home, his former life, his name… his body.

I wonder what happened to me… The old body.. He thought idly and shifted, barely recalling what he had looked like before he had been approached with the ‘deal of a lifetime’. His thoughts were interrupted with a loud groan and the slap of flesh on flesh, a constant annoyance to him that had once been a rarity.

They happened more often now, ever since the young man had grown old enough to take control of the family business, he had begun to come to the stables on nights he stank of alcohol and was filled with anger at being contained by his father. The young deviant didn’t come here to tumble a girl into the hay who shouldn’t be here or even a young lad such as one of the grooms, that would have been normal. That wouldn’t have made Vincent do more than twitch an ear at the sounds going on in the stall just beyond his own, no.. The boy was at it again, the same sick demented little fantasy that he always had, especially about the mares in his keeping.

Luke, a young man of fine breeding, had a heart of cruelty lurking in it that the former man found disgusting. He was a hard rider, destroying a sensitive horse’s mouth without a care, he often ran his favored horses down to near collapsing with a favored eye towards dominating stallion. Vincent had escaped that fate through the simple fact that he had come to this stable because of the boy’s father, a lovely man who had an admiration for his horses that made the former farm boy preen with delight each time those soft hands stroked his neck. A shame the son was filled with malice and twisted desires, his only ‘gentleness’ was shown to the mares that he kept company with and tried to behave like a stallion. More than half a dozen times he had tried to bite the boy, but had always missed..

Vincent snorted and shifted, his hooves stirring through the hay a touch as he gave his head a toss and shake, debating the use it would be to kick back on the stall wall to disrupt the fun that was going on. On the one hand, it would have at least been interesting to see the boy jerk up and yelp, perhaps prepare an excuse for his father if he thought that person had shown up, on the other hand, it would only make it last longer. The newest mare had gone into season and he had been quite happy to hear about it. Happy to the point of being willing to risk being caught by coming down here while the old man at the house was at home. The boy didn’t know how lucky he was, not a glimmer of the grand life he led was something anyone would treasure and wish for. It had been the sort of thing that Vincent had grown up dreamy eyed about when he had been on the rough farm he had grown up on. And the boy spent his life trying to act like a stallion, as if he could spend all day flirting with mares and never put on an ounce of work at his real life.

That thought made Vincent pause and his ears flick up with more interest to the sounds of the pair in the stall near him. The fleshy hot noises that were normally a source of embarrassing annoyance became something more. They became his chance to find a way to become what he had always wanted to become. When he had been a young man running away the large plow horse had spoken to him the night he had meant to run away. The big beast using human words to paint out an offer of the sort that meant he would have a chance to achieve his dreams. The stallion had traded his body years ago to avoid being a soldier in the great war, he longed for the simplicity of being a farmer or a tradesman, he had no lust for blood. The stallion had simply gone on to be a horse, an animal that could enjoy that simplicity and wait for a time when he could exchange the spell with another person. The picture had been painted for Vincent, a life of regal stables and high bred hunters, of hounds belling around his hooves and joining on the fringes of the upper class..

And to one day join them as long as I found someone willing to take my place. _ He thought and lifted his head to listen to the sounds beyond him. _So the boy fancies himself a stallion among mares… I wonder if he would be willing to become that in truth. He doesn’t appreciate his life, but I would.

_ _

What did it take to change places with a human? The full harvest moon and the open air? The desire and need to want to change their places and then it would all start as the curse transferred itself to a new being and then what? He’d have the boy’s face, body, he’d have everything hand delivered to him and the little pervert could be exactly what he wanted in life. A stallion. At least, that would be what he promised..

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~ ~ * ~ ~

“You know, someone is going to eventually come down and see you playing stallion.” The words came from nowhere, everywhere, all at once as Luke closed the stall door behind him.

He froze, terror rising in his breast as he swung around and looked for the person speaking, but all he turned around to find was a quiet stable and nothing more. He was still breathing hard from his exertions in the stall, seeing the moonlight spilling in as he spun around to try and find the questioner, bristling along the line of his neck as he did so. He had deliberately waited until the house was quiet and most of the grooms were long since abed until coming down to visit his newest acquisition, a rather lovely little filly that had a lovely set of haunches. She was absolutely perfect and quite enjoyed the attention he had been giving her, lovely and eager all in one go. It had been the perfect end to a day stressed down by the fact that his father had put him through near hell in looking over the books. He had wanted to simply relax and let his mind drift, but now… now there was something more sinister at work.

“Who’s there?” He snapped out and buttoned his shirt nervously, turning in a circle to see one of the horses staring at him.

“Turn around, and don’t look like a grounded fish.” There was amusement in the voice, a voice he didn’t recognize as the sound as anyone he knew, it was rough and strange, the words slightly slurred.

“Show yourself!” Luke demanded and balled his hands up in fists. “Immediately, thief!”

“Yes, because a thief would warn you that fucking a mare in the heart of your father’s stable would get you caught.” The voice answered and then laughed, the sound of it whickering out loudly and filling the entire stable. “Very well, turn around and you’ll see me.”

Luke whipped around and nearly hit a long equine nose that was sitting there watching him, the eyes were bright in the lamplight. The horse snorted and jerked is head back, the light showing the bold deep grey markings of the stallion that was all too familiar to him. Luke cursed and reached out to grab the halter before Luminous could bolt and go running in the field, acting out another three hour hunt for the horse who seemed to have a damned fascination with leaving for long periods of time. The stallion didn’t struggle against the hold, merely flicked his ears up high in the air and regarded him. And then… then the lips opened, and what came out was in no way a horse’s voice.

“Well? Are you satisfied?” The stallion asked, amusement rich in the strange tone while Luke jerked his hand away from the halter and Luminous tilted his head to one side.

The stallion had been bought for a song years ago, Luke wasn’t even sure how long ego, just that his father had seen the stallion jumping in a paddock and decided he must have him. Since then, the beast had become a favorite of anyone with a talent for horses. He was fast and impressive, he was fearless with his jumping and could follow a pack of hounds as if he were one of them. The bold grey markings made him flashy when he was fully groomed, though Luke had never been of a mind to ride the animal. The beast was too temperamental, too nervous and too dangerous to imagine being on the back and surviving. He had preferred to leave the riding to his father and men who dreamed of having a hunter like the big grey. The most he had ever done was handle Luminous now and again when he had to be caught or groomed him when his father deemed a more exacting hand was needed. Now, now the animal continued to look at him expectantly as the young man jerked his head to either side, attempting to see where someone was hiding in the shadows.

None of the grooms liked him down here, they barely tolerated him at all, too many of them took too light a hand on the horses that were allowed to be pampered animals like Luminous. He knew horses had the potential for so much more as long as one was willing to push them. His own stallion had been magnificent, beating out half a dozen better bred animals all for the sake of pleasing him. Perhaps he had driven the beast so hard, but the animal had had heart, it had wanted to run, it had torn through the track in a blurring speed that had yet to be rivaled. They treated the animals as if they should barely break a sweat when they were designed to run, designed to be pushed!

“Oh do stop that, as if someone could make a horse speak!” Luminous snorted and tossed his head, making it a point to prance backwards on long lean legs. “Stop gaping at me and speak, boy!”

“Wh-what are you?” Luke stammered, his heart leaping into his throat and the horse nodded his head, for all the world like a person.

“A better question, I am a human, or at least I was a few decades ago, but I found something better.” Luminous answered with a flick forward of his ears. “Something I think you would find very agreeable for you.”

“How did you turn into a horse?!” Luke felt as if he were going mad, this was what madness must feel like, truly. “Are you cursed?”

“Hardly.” The stallion gave his head a shake. “I was approached just like I’m approaching you. You aren’t happy with your life here that much is clear. I have heard you complain often enough when you think no one is listening..”

“How much have you heard?” he asked and flushed, it felt idiotic to feel any embarrassment in front of a horse, a creature that he had seen several times scrabbling onto the back of a mare.

“Enough. And seen enough..” Luminous tilted his head to one side, the eyes glittering brightly. “You’re not enjoying this life, just as I didn’t enjoy my life. When I was changed I was a young man who had no desire to grow up as a farmer, but the one approached me was more than happy to take on that life. So we switched. He took on my body, his old horse body remained as a horse and we found a new horse to take on my own spirit, one that I could use to step into the stables of the wealthy.”

“Y-you switched..” Luke felt heavy headed, his body shaking a little bit as the stallion’s lips twisted the words out.

“Of course, how do you think I’m a horse?” The tapered ears flattened down to his head. “So I’m offering you the same deal that was offered to me.”

“You want to steal my life?!” He answered and swallowed, his throat was dry and the equine glared at him as if he were being particularly slow.

“No, I want to switch places. I would take your body and you would be a horse. Not this one, of course, we’d find one that you would like to be and you would end up there.” Luminous twitched his lips into an almost smile. “You could live like a stallion until you figured out what sort of life you want for yourself, then simply do what I am doing. Find someone unhappy about their lives where you would enjoy it and offer them to switch. Until then… well…”

The stallion tossed his tail a little a little and lifted his head, trailing off without completing the word. The iron grey horse was posed perfectly in the barn, strong and muscular, delightfully powerful with his broad chest and sweeping haunches. This wasn’t right, this wasn’t right at all, this wasn’t happening, it was all some sort of dream! A horse with the mind of a man! It was absolutely impossible…

If it’s true.. He thought with a slight flutter. To possess the body of a horse, a stallion. To escape from his father’s ruthless teachings and leave everything behind it made him lick his lips and look towards the horse watching him.

“How is it done?” He asked softly and the horse’s eyes nearly blazed as the head lifted up, the stallion stepping forward.

“I should be happy to show you. From now on, you may call me Vincent.” The stallion’s voice was soft, but eager, something that should have told him it wasn’t right. “It will have to be in two nights and this is how we shall make it happen…”

~ ~ * ~ ~

“Ready to see your new body, boy?” A familiar voice was echoing through Luke’s mind as he felt stiff had straw jabbing against him. “You’ve been sleeping all night.”

Nnngh… Luke felt his body shifting as he tried to lift his head, but everything was distant and strange. His mind refused to process what was happening to him as he extended his legs just a touch and then stopped.

He remembered the field, he remembered the stallion insisting that he pick out his ideal new body. He had found the horse, a white and grey stallion that had the size on him to be nearly considered a draft horse, but the long legs that made him faster than any animal ought to be. The owner had been happy to sell him, the beast was too mean by half, vicious and obsessed with any mare within sniffing distance, unridable. Which suited Luke just fine, he didn’t mean to tame and ride the beast, he simply had to use the body for his own for a time. And if he had to be stuck in the body of a horse, the one he had chosen certainly would be wonderful and…. Well, he would be desirable as a stud, which lined up neatly with his plans.

He could even remember standing there with the dumb beast tied to a fence post in a distant field, but once that memory happened it was all blurred together. He shifted and felt a hoof click against the side of the stall and that gave him energy enough to lift his head with a groan. His eyes opened to see the pale white and grey muzzle jutting forward in front of his face, thick nostrils flaring open wide as he drew in a breath. His muzzle. He was looking down the length of his muzzle! He worked his lips, plucking at the air a few times and seeing them respond in turn as a smug feeling of elation filled him.

He rolled over onto his stomach and the creature that had been the stallion moved backwards to give him room. Luke felt a moment of absolute confusion at staring up at his own face, it was disorienting to see himself in truth instead of in the mirror in the house. It was almost frightening in a way as the man that moved back did so carefully, slowly, as if he were unsure of his own body and limbs. He snorted and jerked his eyes away, he didn’t want to look any longer than he had too, for now, he had more important things to look at it. His new body. He shifted and snorted, gathering his legs under him as he looked back along his side.

“EEEEHEEEHEEHEE!” He whinnied out, the words he meant to say being garbled through the attempt, but were rewarded with a laugh from the lad beside him.

“I apologize, it’s a little odd, isn’t it? You won’t really be able to speak, not for quite some time. It took me nearly a decade myself.” The former horse gave a slight smile, mocking as he leaned back against the door.

Luke snorted, but looked back at himself again. Something wasn’t right. He was the right color, at least, he thought so. His vision had changed to be more in line with the equine vision, but his coloring didn’t look like the very pale grey the stallion was supposed to have. It looked white, quite white, snowy looking and there was something else in the way he was built. His chest and stomach were more rotund than they should have been, almost chubby looking instead of muscular and sleek, his tail was too thick and bushy, not silky at all. He surged up, hoping that once he wasn’t tucked into a ball on the ground that things would become much more clear and he would get a decent look at what his new body was like.

It took him some time to heave himself up, his weight was off balance and without hands he had to rely more on his hooves than he was comfortable with. Getting up didn’t improve what he was seeing as he craned his long neck back to look at himself. He was still a rollie pollie sort of equine, his body too shortened in the middle and not nearly long enough in the legs. He shifted and tossed his head, mane falling away from his eyes and he realized that he wasn’t towering above his former body like he should have been. He wasn’t even on the same level as the head! Instead, his own muzzle was just barely above Vincent’s stomach as the man possessing his body grinned even wider, the eyes positively glowing with foul mischief.

Luke’s stomach dropped, he felt sick, he wanted to be sick! He was a pony, he wasn’t even a horse, he was a pony! He squealed angrily and lunged forward before a hand lifted up to block his way.

“Easy now, wouldn’t be terribly good for you to behave badly.” Vincent said with a larger smile. “I doubt my father will be impressed at a pony that is not only poorly trained by vicious besides.”

_His father?! _ Luke squealed again and lunged forward. He was a pony! How dare this.. this demon do this to him!

Before he could do more than get a few steps forward one of the man’s hands reached out and hooked right beneath a halter that had been slipped over his head. Too late he tried to twist away, but the hand only forced his head to one side and away from being able to snap at the man. The hold refused to give him more than an inch to budge as the other hand reached over his neck so that the slender body came in and a knee was shoved right up against his shoulder to force him back against the wall. It was neatly done, forcing him to lose his precarious balance on four legs while his head was shoved up against the smooth red riding jacket.

“Shh shh… Don’t worry, Sully, you’re not going to be tossed away.” Vincent murmured softly, the hands firm, but unrelenting. “I have special plans for you and this body. I need to recover the damage you’ve done to this body’s reputation and you’re going to be the start of that. Or at least the first step.

_How dare he!! I will have him killed! I will-“ _ The former man squealed and whickered, the words little more than animalistic noises bursting from his throat as a length of lead was brought out from over the stall wall.

“I have to admit, your life is truly what I want, but I think that you could use a good dose of humility.” The man that looked like him said, the lead dropping down to click onto the halter, but it didn’t stop there. “I’ve watched you for years, you know, years enough to see the pattern of your life being etched out.”

Luke squealed again, the sound bursting out with rage, but Vincent only reached down and wrapped the lead around one of his hooves. For a man that had spent who knew how long as a horse, he was regaining the use of hands easily enough and didn’t seem to have any problems with adjusting to what he was doing with his fingers or problems tying the midpoint of lead around one leg and extending it out towards the second. Too late, he realized that hobbles were being made for his forelegs and the pony tried to scrabble backwards. His hooves hitting the ground wildly as he threw his head up, but the human body wedged him firmly against the wall. He twisted his head around, trying to bite the shoulder, but the moment he did he was rewarded with a bit of a squeeze and all too familiar eyes looked up at him.

“Don’t forget, this is your body that you’re going to hurt.” Vincent admonished, sounding perfectly calm as he did so. “You’ll want to be careful of it.”

_Demon! _ Luke stopped trying to strike out with his hooves, but he did yank back as the hobbles tightened and forced his head towards his chest.

This wasn’t a part of the deal, he had picked out the sort of horse that he wanted to become, he had spent an entire day scouring the countryside. He was released from the wall, but his forelegs were caught up in the hobbles joined to his halter, making his movements stilted and slow, stepping forward with little jerks instead of confident steps. It took away any option that he might have had at truly struggling, there was no way he could do more than a slow hitching walk, and even that took all of his attention since he wasn’t used to being on four hooves instead of hands. They were stiff and unyielding, his ability to sense the sort of ground he was on was heavily compromised as he moved along step by slow step in an ugly little shuffle instead of a proper confident walk.

Vincent held the lead just under the halter to make sure that he wasn’t about to bolt, the light touch almost supportive as they left the stall and stepped out into the stable proper. It was a familiar stable, the sort of warm smells that he was familiar with, but now they were a bit more intense as they filled his muzzle. He wasn’t quite able to think past them as he was led along the stalls and his ears tipped backwards uncomfortable. It was all wrong, everything had been ripped away from what he had been promised. Vincent had been very detailed in the joys of being an equine instead of a man. There were no pressures of running a business or expectations that he couldn’t meet, he was supposed to be fiercely free and powerful, his new body designed for everything he had ever admired in a horse. And it wasn’t permanent, he could change back, just find someone wanting to have a different life on the harvest moon and simple as that.

Where did it all go wrong? He thought with a shiver of fear as they started out of the barn. Who would change places with me now?! With the body of a pony?!

_ _

Belatedly, he realized that the form he had taken was an almost familiar one, which made it worse as he looked back at himself. The farmer that worked the far northern fields of his father’s home had a pony that he used to haul fruit and vegetables to market. It was a little white stallion that was normally rather streaked with mud and green spots on the grass, not that he was soiled at all. Instead, his coat was quite clean and white as if he had been freshly groomed. It little mattered to him, he as a pony, and not just any pony, a mutt of a pony with no real breeding or attributes that would make him valuable. The sort of creature one saw pulling coal carts in the mines or laboring in the market, not the sort that drew a handsome pony trap along a road with a lady at the reins. It was just another blow and humiliation to the young man, his ears folded back miserably and didn’t even fight as he walked onto the cobblestones.

“Where are you going with that pony?!” His father’s voice came out in a baritone snap as the older man came from the main house dressed in a neat riding outfit. “And what are you doing in the stable this early?!”

“I apologize, father.” Faux-Luke answered in a deferential tone that the real Luke never would have used. “I wanted it to be a surprise for you.”

“I have no need of a pony.” His father was a bull of a man, a man who had fought in the wars in Africa, larger than life with a broad chest and greying mutton chops that ran along the edges of his cheek. “What are you playing at?”

“He’s part of an apology really, one that I fear I do owe you.” Faux-Luke didn’t even sound right! He would have never used that phrase or the deference. “I have not been… even an adequate son to you as of late, my own selfishness has done little to prove that I am worthy of learning what you have had to offer me.”

_He’ll see right through it. My father isn’t so feeble minded as this creature believes. _ Luke shifted and yanked against the halter, his hooves thudding under him as he watched the older man approach with a puzzled expression on his face.

“And what would a pony have to prove that you are repentant?” His father asked, coming close enough to glare down at the pony. “Particularly one of so little breeding as this.”

“He won’t prove a thing, but I intend to use him to win you a horse that will be the rival of even your beloved Luminous.” Vincent answered sincerely. “Give me a month and I will present you with a hunter that is fearless and swift, able to challenge any horse in this country and barely breaking a sweat to do so.”

“I have no use for the horses you break.” The man stiffened, disapproval instantly radiating from the heavy features. “I’ve seen them when you’re finished with them.”

“I promise you, Father, I will show how changed I am. His spirit will be untouched.” Vincent persisted, a smile on his face. “I will prove myself a worthy son to you.”

_Father can’t buy this! _ Luke jerked and squealed a little, shaking his head back and forth, attempting to break his way free of the hold on his halter.

“We’ll see.” The man answered ambiguously, but without any real confidence in the tone. Luke felt a surge of victory at that look, there was no way that the old man would buy through this new ruse.

~ ~ * ~ ~

“I will give you this, you did choose a very good stallion, he’s quite impressive looking.” Vincent commented as the pony was led out to the far pasture where they had first gone through the transformation.

It was no longer empty, the horse he had bought was there cropping at the grass with his ears down as if he were annoyed even at being asked to stand in the middle of a field. In the daylight he was even more striking than he had been before. Every inch of him was grace and muscled well enough to make Luke draw in a swift breath. If it weren’t for his temperament he would have been in any number of elegant stables. His legs alone were ones meant for a runner, his deep chest attested to his lung power and when his weight was considered he would have been like a great war machine plunging among lesser animals. It was a pretty little image, a well-trained soldier standing among pampered athletes. It should have been him in that body!

“I have every intention that he will be perfectly trained by the time I am finished, but, that will take time and in that time he will need a companion.” The man tilted his head down to look at Luke. “Of course, I couldn’t risk a mare in there, I’m sure you can understand why.”

The former man showed his teeth as the imposter moved one hand down to dig in the pocket of his tight riding pants. So this was the idea, to throw him in with a half wild stallion that would likely trample and kill him within the first few minutes. Even if there was mercy enough to remove his hobbles, Luke had little chance of getting away if the monster decided to attack him even at full run! He took a step back as the man brought out something wrapped in wax paper.

“Oh don’t look so shocked, think of it in another light.” Vincent began to unwrap the wax packet. “You’re going to help make sure that your family has quite a lot of success. Once your father trusts you.. hmm.. well me.. again I’ll be able to give the dedication your family needs to make the business a success. But first, we’ll bring a present for your father.”

Luke wanted to make a response, he couldn’t, but it was nearly ripping out of his throat… Well, at least it was until the wax paper was open and suddenly he was hit with an assault of scent that made him jerk his head backwards. It was thick and sweet, somewhat familiar, but a hundred times stronger as a small cloth was brought out by the young man and held up for him to look at. Just the first breath of it made his body run hot and his ears go up high, a low noise coming from his throat as he drew in another breath and felt his lower belly starting to tighten. His anger and outrage, his argument, slipped into the background as he was filled with the flush of hormones and pheromones that made him let out a low noise and twitch his upper lip backwards in approval for the scents filling him.

He had partially forgotten what came with this new body, his mind had been too horrified at it being the wrong form, but now he could feel something extending down along his lower belly. It was a distinctly strange sensation to have it drooping lower and lower, heavy and fleshy the cock spilled free of it’s pouch as he drew in a deeper breath and turned his head about to follow the rag that was above his head. He wanted more! He snorted and leaned towards it, his lips working slightly as it moved above him tauntingly, making his mind grow nearly impossible to keep on tract. He wanted the thing! His cock spilled lower and began to swell wider. Muscles he had never possessed flexed along the base and slapped up against his chest sending a wet splatter against him before it dropped down again.

The man laughed at him, the voice light and easy as he moved around towards the haunches, dancing the thing just out of reach. He wanted it! He tried to side step towards it, his cock going back and forth while he drew in a deeper breath and nearly drake down the taste of the scent on the air, his ears pricked up high on his head, he wanted that cloth! His mind became a jumble of heated thoughts, all of them spilling around together wildly, making it impossible for him latch onto one thought at any given time. Vincent seemed to know he wasn’t thinking right, or at least, he had a hint as to he wasn’t and danced the cloth briefly in front of his muzzle. He got an up close breath of the thing and groaned out wildly and his cock slapped up higher in the air. It was dribbling precum down towards the ground messily, coating the backs of his legs as he panted, his eyes glazed and unable to think about anything except wanting that bit of cloth and what it meant.

He was only given a moment of scenting it, the heavy cloth danced along the pad of his nose, coating him with a waxy bit of the scent. Whatever it was, it had been worked into something soft and pasty so that it clung to him, making his thoughts grow distant and strange. He didn’t get a chance to do more than turn his head to look at the young man when Vincent reached back to grab the base of his snowy white tail and heaved it upwards. He kicked, a brief protest, but he was too busy snuffling and snorting to do much more than a token kick as the long hairs were gathered up tight against the base of his tail bone. The length of it was looped and over before the cloth was wrapped around the very base. He twitched and snorted, trying to turn around to see what was going on, but that only turned him in a broad circle that the young man followed as the heavily scented cloth was used to bind his tail up, knotting down so tightly that it was nearly painful.

He squealed unhappily and craned his head back as far as his halter would let him, sucking down breath after breath, trying to swallow down all the lovely scents of the mare as his cock drooped down towards the ground. It was heat scent. He had smelled it before in the mares he had played with in the barn, but that had been watered down and weak to his human nose, this was rich and enticing. It screamed to him of things he was nearly frantic to get at, his entire body hot and pounding, throbbing in time with his heart beat while he snapped at his own hind quarters blindly. He knew he was angry and upset, but those emotions meant little when he was on fire for something to mount.

“Poor sod… Well, I suppose it’s not too different than what you’ve done to mares in the past, they certainly never had a sniff for humans.” Vincent said, that was Luke’s only hint that things were about to go badly and then the door to the pasture opened.

The snap of a whip hit his white haunches and the pony stumbled forward, nearly crashing on his knees as his hobbled forelegs refused to lift up as high as he wanted them too. He ran… directly into the snorting broad head of the stallion who had been locked into the pasture. The former man squealed as the nose stuffed down towards him and blasted out a rush of heat, the thick harsh scent of male filling his nose as he bolted backwards and crashed against the closing gate. The sleek stallion followed him, heavy hooves thudding as the upper lip twitched and shifted upwards, sucking in a breath. He didn’t come with pounding hooves and the horrible feel of breaking bones and teeth tearing into him, instead the beast had his ears high up in the air and head lifting to sample the same scent that was affecting Luke’s mind.

_Oh god.. oh god no! _ He jerked his eyes towards the fence desperately, this couldn’t be real, this couldn’t be happening, Vincent couldn’t do this to him!

He tried to swing backwards, but the large draft stallion advanced with his nostrils flared open wide, drawing in a deep breath, sucking down the enticing scents with obvious relish as the chest spread open wide. The rank hot scent of stallion was filling the air, making it impossible to think as the former boy couldn’t control his own body and it was made worse back the fact that the feral stallion was showing the low hanging cock of his own. It was a mockery to the pale pink staff that was slapping under the former boy, nearly twice as long and impossibly thick as it drooled copious dribbles of precum out from the tip. The heavy pink balls were swollen and hanging low as the nose stuffed itself along his side and blasted him with heat.

Luke tried to jump forward, leaping wildly away, but teeth snapped down against the side of his shoulder with a pinching grip that made him squeal out in pain. The animal’s ears flattened back briefly, a warning look before the hot breath wandered down along his side. The hobbles tripped the pony up as he tried to get away at a slower pace, his breathing coming faster. Breathing that tormented him with the harsh heavy scents of stallion and mare in estrus both, scents that made his heart go faster as the teeth sampled along his haunch and pinched at him firmly. The rough scrapes ruffled the coat up in places as the swinging cock nearly slapped him in the face as the massive stallion walked alongside of him. The animal was too big, too tall, it was an impossible idea that the creature was going to mount him! What was Vincent thinking?!

He rolled eyes towards the fence, but his body was merely relaxing there with a smile on the handsome face, amusement, not even regret or guilt as Luke felt a hot blast of breath over his haunches. The nose was hovering along his bound tail, lipping slightly as he tucked his hips down and tried to get away. He jumped forward again, a stumbling run with the hobbled forelegs, but the stallion only snapped down against him again. The teeth bruised right along his hip and made him squeal out and freeze as the thudding hooves shifted behind him and the large body swung around. The chest bumped against him, making Luke realize that he could have easily just walked under the stallion! He would have never put a pony in this position! It was dangerous, it was stupid! It was…

Only because the foal would be too big.. Some cold thought informed him, and there would be no foal from this.

The former boy flattened his ears and tried to shake the feeling of desire and heat from his mind, he kicked back against the stallion as the head draped forward and suddenly the body shifted and pranced. A hot foul rush of air tickled against the back of his neck, hitting against him, mocking him before suddenly weight shifted up and slammed along his haunches the line of his back. Two powerful hooves slipped up and over, the legs sliding along his shoulders as the former boy was almost knocked to his chest as the weight of the stallion pushed up and over him, roughly rocking him about. He squealed and kicked, struggling to get away as two forelegs jutted out to either side of his shoulder, the head looming over his own before thick lips and teeth nipped and snapped at the back of his neck, making Luke’s hind legs splay open to either side to struggle with the sheer size of the animal.

The boy couldn’t stop the rough squeal that came out, his eyes bulged wildly as he felt the sudden jab of the monstrous cock hitting up against his haunches and smearing wet precum along him. The beast’s haunches were tucked down low, the hind legs splayed as the forelegs nearly crossed along his chest to hold Luke in place. He could smell nothing but a mixture of mare in heat and the rank scent of stallion, two confusing scents as an obscenely large cock tip started to jab and push up against him roughly. The movements bounced the cock this way and that, splattering out a wet syrupy dribble of precum down along the inside of his hind legs messily, the streams of it smearing even upwards as the tip jabbed roughly towards his bound up tail.

The former boy tried to clamp his tail down, to hide himself and protect his pucker form the cock that was bouncing against him roughly and slathering out a smear of precum. The jabbing pushes and shoves moved beneath his tail, rough punching thrusts that were nearly throwing him forward on his knees. He was forced to struggle and keep his legs locked in place, moving them partially apart just to take the weight as his ears fell back against his head. He’d never done anything with a man, never, to have the stallion jabbing roughly at him, slobbering on his neck gave him an entirely new definition of fear. His eyes flashing this way and that, breathing coming in bursts, terror building before suddenly the wet silky tip shoved roughly upwards and pushed past the long bunched up hairs and crashed right up against his pucker.

There was a blinding moment of pain and panic, a brief explosion of pressure as the stallion felt an opening an took it with a sudden powerful thrust that spread him open and forced the too large shaft into his body. He couldn’t see anything, there were sparks everywhere, his eyes bulging open wide as the cock forced its way into him, spreading his walls open wider and wider, sinking deeper into the expanse of his body as his hips were nearly thrown up into the air. His walls spread wider, wrapping around the too large shaft that flung out a heavy stream of precum into his passage, coating him and offering him the only bit of lubrication that was going to get out of the situation. His muscles quivered and twitch, tightening themselves down, squeezing as hard as he could before the slow drag backwards pulled the length just an inch out before stuffing forward again.

Luke had never felt anything like it, his eyes squeezed shut as he called out again, his body struggling as inch after impossible inch of firm horse cock slid through his passage steadily. The stroke pushing through his sleek walls, making them struggle to hold the size, every contraction forcing the horse to thrust forward harder against him. The teeth shifted against his neck, roughly yanking backwards, pulling against the nape of his neck roughly before the next thrust forward sank through him with a lewd wet feeling. It hurt, it burned, his entire body seized up even as he drew in a breath that made his treacherous body react with a flexing that slapped his cock up against his own stomach. The pink length not even softening a hair as he was violated, his tail twitching and jerking before the draw backwards yanked the girth from him by a few inches bore stuffing forward.

He stumbled and shifted, the horse didn’t take him with any consideration for size, it was a wild thrusting drive that violated him as deep as possible before the jerk back. The wet precum was leaking through him, even as his own was dribbling and coating the ground. The ridge of the medial ring pushed through the opening of his pucker and suddenly drove home before the next drag backwards pulled it from the opening with a smooth stroke designed to make him squeal out. His entire body jerked in place as the ridge rubbed through him, teasing and finding places to assault with the sheer size that was being worked back and forth, running and catching along places inside of him that had him contracting down tightly. Every movement was designed to push the thing out, but it only hugged tighter so that he was able to feel the steady sensation of rubbing pulls and strokes, every vein and bump rubbing and sliding.

His cock flexed harder against his belly, thumping up with a wet slapping noise before dropping back down towards the ground again as his breathing came in short ragged bursts. His eyes squeezed shut stumbling forward again before the next slow drag through him, his aching muscles straining as his pucker was turned into a lewd O wrapped around the animal. The hooves tugged against him, sometimes rocking him back and immediately impaling him further on the beast before the next drag backwards that was followed with the scrape of the tip inside of him. It felt good, it felt awful, certain parts of it found places to stimulate him that worked in time with the hot rich scent of the mare that was till in his nose.

When his eyes opened he saw his own body watching his violation, his head dropped as low as it could go as the teeth snapped harder against him and suddenly the thrusts began to grow faster. The hind hooves were prancing behind him, sawing the cock in and out of his violated pink pucker faster and faster, the steady movements wet sounding in his ears as he grunted and squealed at times. His cock stiffening and raising up to jut forward beneath him and constantly dribbling against the back of his legs, the former boy’s breathing coming faster as he became aware that he was being stretched open further and further inside of him. His walls were being gaped open, stretching as the tip swelled and bulged obscenely, making him feel half sick as the medial ring caught just inside of him.

He didn’t want to do it, his body locked an seized up as the next few thrusts seemed to deliberately work the medial ring right over a spot inside of him that forced a squeal from his throat. It was a wild sound, one he couldn’t possibly stop even if he wanted too and then it happened. His pink cock flexed up and tip bulged and swelled, twitching and quivering before the first hot eruption of cum sprayed out from his tip, his balls heaving as he drew in a breath filled with the alluring scent of mare heat and let himself go while the stallion above him lunged forward with a final rough thrust. The hips drove forward, hitting against him, rocking him forward before the first quiver ran along the swollen length, twitching through his silky passage, impossibly deep before he let loose.

The former man suddenly felt the warm gush of horse cum pouring into his body, the stream of it coating out in rivulets, spraying into his violated bowels rope after rope, running deeper, spraying all through his passage to make sure that every nook and cranny was filled, over filled. He could feel the base twitching and throbbing as his own cum weakly dribbled down along the back of his forelegs, his head drooping down while he clenched and flexed around the shaft, each twitch and quiver helping to empty out the stallion that leaned forward, forcing the pony to take his weight. Luke’s face was burning red as she squeezed his eyes shut, trying not to think, not to react, to what had just happened to him.

“Don’t look so defeated, he’s merely letting of some steam.” Vincent spoke up softly, almost smugly. “I plan on teaching him how to behave using you, after all. Sometimes all a stallion needs to learn how to behave is someone to show them…”