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I rest against my fence, feeling the transformation slowly bubbling under my skin. My fingers dig into the wooden beam, slowly letting myself go. That is, until I hear Jolie's voice, bringing me back to reality.

“Shaun! Doing ok there?" She asks.

Looking up, I see her coming up the road, from the opposite direction of Tim's farm. With a slight groan, I stop myself from going any further, doing my best to bring my other side back into myself. Turning myself more towards her, I put on a semi-fake smile.

“Hey there Jolie, I-I thought... I thought we agreed on next month?"

She comes to my porch, taking the first step or two up. “And miss out on this whole weird thing you got going on? Was nearby, and was 50/50 on whether I should come around. When I called and got your 'weird' vibe, made my decision almost certain."

“So... you came round because I had a weird vibe? Damn, serial killers would have a field say with you."

“Only when their friends of mine." She responds, coming up onto the deck with me.

With a twinge of pain, I try to suppress it, getting a small idea from the inevitable change. Looking at Jolie, a small smirk grows across my lips. “Hey, you wouldn't happen to want to grab a bite, would you?"

“Take-out or something homemade?"

“Oh come on, like the delivery driver comes this far out anymore." I try to joke, entering my house once more, Jolie following close behind.

It doesn't take us long to set up the table, nor getting the food ready. Having some left over lasagne from the night before, I add some peas, sweetcorn and carrots to spruce the meal up a little. While it's in the oven to recook, Jolie bends over to check on it, seemingly giving me a full view of her ass. Which, obviously, stops me in my tracks.

She... she can't be this oblivious, can she? I mean, I wouldn't do anything with a bit more obvious signals, but still. Her ass is right there...

'Go on... you know you want to. Bury your nose in there and just... Go. To. Town.' The familiar sound of the equine's voice penetrates my mind, betraying my inner most desires, the stallion side of me that's invaded my core.

I take a step, and then another. Each one I pad, my resistance stumbles a little more. The smell of the food slowly gets overpowered by the scent of my desire, of what I think she'd smell like. My cock strains against my underwear and jeans, tenting the denim. Fuck... her ass looks so fucking good! She'd... she'd make sure a good mare.

“The food's looking good..." Jolie says, a slight 'knowing' undertone to her voice.

Planting my hand on the counter, I move over her, unable to step away from her. With a small growl to my voice, I whisper into her ear. “I think... I know something that looks even better."

“I knew you couldn't say no..."

“So nice and plump, who could say no?" My hand goes over her ass, grinding my tent against her.

“Should we skip dinner, and head to dessert?"

“God, your ass is a whole three course meal Jolie."

“Been sitting on that one for a bit, huh?"

“Maybe..."

“Mmph, you wanna know a little secret?"

I chuckle softly. “Weird timing, but sure."

“Didn't want you to escape." Jolie chuckles back, looking back at me. “I went past your stable today, and... well..."

“Jolie, is this related to you being more... risqué today? Is this your secret?"

She pulls up and presses her back against my chest. “I... I've known you for so long, I just... wanted to know what caused this little 'spout'."

“Saw a stallion and thought me? I'll take that as a complement."

“Of course you'd see it like that, you're such a dude."

“Hey, don't judge. Anyway, let's leave the food in the oven. It'll keep it warm for a while after it's done."

Jolie almost purrs with excitement as we pull away from the oven. By the time we get to my bedroom, I'm pushing her against my door, locked lips, grinding and moaning together. The next thing I know, I am sat on my bed, Jolie between my legs, nose against my crotch. I can't tell if she's actually sniffing me, but fuck... Jolie sure knows how to treat foreplay.

She unbuckles me, followed up by unzipping me. Next, she's licking up the underside of my balls, letting out a small moan as she does so. It only takes a few seconds before her lips lock around my tip, moving down my length, my head pressing against the back of her throat. My fingers dig into the bed as she does this, huffing out deeply. Her tongue runs underneath my shaft as she takes my cock in and out, focusing on my foreskin for a few seconds when she pulls out.

I start to sweat as she moves up and down my length, biting my lip, trying to restrain my equine side. With trembling hands, I grab her head and begin to guide her motions, moving her faster along my cock. My length slowly begins to grow ever more inside her mouth, pushing past and down into her throat. Jolie's eyes widen when this happens, gagging around me every time I push into her gullet. She struggles against me, my cock taking a more equine shape as she finally pushes herself off. Falling back onto the floor, she looks up at me, fear plastered on her face.

My mind fogs over more and more with each inch that my length grows. Taking a few seconds, I fall forward, landing on top of Jolie. Once this happens, I begin dry humping her. Despite my groin being pressed against hers, my cock is already pressing up against her breasts. With each thrust, I feel my balls begin to sway even harder, growing in mass and weight. Jolie's hands go to my chest, slamming against me as in her attempt to get me off of her. But... she feels so good, especially when my mushroom like glands grind up between her tits.

“Get... get off of me!" She calls out.

I growl out a pained sound, somewhere between an attempt of words, and a horse like blow of air. My hand goes to my chest, ripping my shirt off around her fists, getting most of the front off before I press my chest against hers. Rare thoughts push through my mind, about making sure my scent gets mixed into hers, how good the pressure feels on my cock. Even my chest and ass feel as if they're getting heavier, wider... Fucking hell! Why am I so fucking turned on?

My thoughts are stopped by a harsh slap to the face, forcing me off of Jolie. I roll onto my back, before slowly getting back onto all fours. Pain radiates from my cheek, causing me to look back at her, finding her backing away from me. As I try and say something, the equine side of me takes control again, jerking my hips forward, thrusting my cock against the ground. With my heart pulsing like a drum in my chest, I feel my cock grow even more, mirrored only by the weight and size of my balls. Sweat drips down from my body, making my length slick as I hump the floor. Jolie shifts next to me, making me look up to her. She moves to the door, trying to open it. With a grin, I open my lips, trying to form words.

“Door... locked." I tell her, the words almost feeling alien in my mouth. “Room sealed. Knew... knew you might turn... up tonight. I've planned, and made, and waited for release."

“Please Shaun, please let me go." Jolie responds, visibly shivering.

“I will... after I give you... what you want."

“What do you mean?"

I groan as pain radiates from my stomach, taking me a moment to reply. “You've... always wanted to... to breed a horse. Why not do... do it with me? Sentient... willing... needing."

“I'm not going to do whatever the fuck you want me to do."

“Blow me, and I'll... I'll release you..."

“Fuck off Shaun." She half growls out, making me grit my teeth.

“I can't... hold it back much longer!" I feel my insides shift beneath my skin, turning me from the inside out. “Either give in... or I'll get what I want! It always gets what it wants!"

I try to get to my back legs, but once I'm halfway up, my hips and lower spine cracks harshly. I black out from the sudden pain shooting through my body, landing on all fours with a loud growl.

“I'm not going to fucking do it Shaun!"

“You're... not going to get out of here human, so... give in and enjoy." I growl, feeling my shoulders crack as they widen, my movements becoming more restrictive as I move towards her.

“What... do I have to do, to get out of here?"

Drool starts to pour down from my lips, my mouth literally watering at the thoughts running through my mind. Pressure begins to build behind the front of my skull, only being relieved as my maw begins to push out, forming slowly and painfully. Jolie watches me in horror as I visibly change in front of her. It takes a good minute for my muzzle to properly form, giving my face an uncanny appearance.

“Blow me... worship my cock, my balls, and I'll release you."

“You... want me to give you a blowjob?"

“Worship my cock, you know you've always wanted to worship a horse. Now's your chance, take what's owed to you."

Jolie stares at me for a few moments, watching me slowly move closer to her. With each step I take, I feel my legs bulk out, muscles growing under my skin, which becomes taut, before it too grows. I feel myself grow taller as well, slowly gaining the stator of my equine self. As this happens, Jolie blushes deeply, her eyes staring in between my legs.

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All I do is watch as Shaun transforms in front of me, his body growing more and more horse-like with each second. He's becoming as big as a damned Clydesdale, which gives me a direct line of sight to his rock hard cock. I... I can't deny it. He's right. The fucking perv is right. The scent of his sweat and musk has already filled the room, taking on a distinctly horse aroma. Tempting me, alluring me towards him.

My mind fogs over as I gulp, slowly getting to my knees, I move underneath him. His cock is nice and hard, guiding me even further. I place my hands onto his tip, feeling the warmth, the surprisingly strong heartbeat, radiating from inside his cock. With a deep blush, I can't help but sniff long and loudly, taking in his deep, manly scent. It's a scent I've smelled on horses before, but never this close, or this strong before. Somehow, it invades my mind, my entire being, seeping into my thoughts. The changing form above me becomes ever more tempting to me, the fur, the frame, muscles, sweat, scent... It's all divine.

A large, thick bead of pre-cum forms at his urethral opening, slowly pouring down the underside of his length. Without thought, I let my tongue out and lick it up, moving upwards along his dick. The taste of him drives me crazy, all rational thought escaping me. Once I get to his urethral tip, I lock my lips around his comparingly large opening, gulping down the gathered pre-cum. Moving my hands up and down his length, tightening my grip around his cock with each stroke.

Is this how it feels to service a horse? A true horse, I mean.

The heavy air, the grunting sounds from above, radiating from the barrel-like chest of Shaun's newly formed body. Opening my mouth as best I can, I try to fit the end of his cock into my mouth. But with struggle, I find it too big for me to actively take. My hands continue to work his hands, despite my struggles with his end, I can feel him jerk and rigidly move above me.

He must be close... how good am I making him feel? Or is it the transformation?

Before I can continue this line of thought, I manage to see his balls pull up against his body. Without a skip, a bulge moves down his urethra, coming to his tip. Once it does get to the end of his cock, an explosion of thick, creamy, pearly white seed covers my face. I'm not given even a second to respond before another splurge of cream hits my face.

I feel a good portion of it get into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. Instinctively I half gag, which only allows his seed down my throat. The thick taste of his seed seems over-concentrated, making me pull back in disgust. But after a second, I feel the mushroom-like end of his cock back against my face, the tip of his urethra right against my lips, as another rush of cum flows from it. Most of his cum is forced into my mouth, having no where else to go other than down my throat. Instinctively, upon my mouth being filled to capacity, I gulp his seed down. Gulp upon gulp, it's as if my body is working on its own, my mind completely blanking.

My vision blacks out for an unknown amount of time, only coming back as I fall to my hands, feeling unbelievably heavier than before. Coughing out, I draw breath as best I can, feeling my body ache and hurt. Looking up to Shaun, he's in the middle of climbing off of me, having seemingly mostly transformed into his equine self. Only a part of his midsection and face remaining human, even if this doesn't last that long. Next, I look down to my own body, finding my stomach bloated out, dragged down by what feels like gallons of horse cum.

Fuck... how much jizz did I swallow?

I start to realise what I actually did, just how far I had gone with Shaun. Slowly getting to my feet, I feel sick, almost bending back down in a lurch. For a few seconds, it actually seems like I am going to be sick. But, with a large degree of self control, I manage to keep everything down, bringing myself back up. Looking back at the now fully equine Shaun, feeling disgust from what he has become.

“Shaun, let... let me go." I tell him, feeling heat begin to radiate from inside my stomach, only making me feel more disgusted.

With a nicker, of what seems like glee, horse-Shaun shakes his head in a non-verbal 'no'.

Something else seems to radiate from inside my gut, a mixture of churning and pain, making me grip my oversized gut as I try to speak. “But... you said... you fucking prick!"

The heat begins to overpower me, breaking out in a deep sweat. I'm brought back down to my knees, feeling my body overheat. I scream out as my midsection churns and shifts, almost as if something is moving around inside me. This brings me back down onto all fours, groaning with pain. Struggling against the radiating suffering, I am brought back down with every attempt to bring myself back up.

As the pain shifts inside me, it seems to focus onto the skin beneath my shirt and jeans, making me moan out even louder. With a trembling hand, I grab onto the front of my shirt, and tug on it as hard as I'm able. Nothing happens on the first couple attempts, but after a while, I feel the fabric and seams begin to give into my pulling. The sound of ripping tears and breaking threads fills my ears, revealing my bra and bare skin to the warm, musk filled air.

My head hangs a little as Shaun looks across my body, seemingly intrigued in what's happening with me. As he does this, I feel myself begin to change, growing in frame. It seems to be specific to my rear and legs. Muscles build, bones reform and move, all happening underneath my skin. Which becomes taut around the growing mass held within, only expanding under the internalised pressure forcing it to. My lower half seems to move upwards, my ass naturally rising into the air, a bulb forming at the top of the cleft of my rear, forcing outwards with pain. It's at this moment that the pain is replaced with pleasure, the denim of my trousers being torn asunder. My ass spills forth from underneath the fabric, pushing out in between torn strings, straining to get free.

“What's... what's happening to me?!" I shout out, looking upwards, finding Shaun trotting around me.

He doesn't respond to me, seemingly only interested in my body. His eyes travel up and down my body, taking focus on my rear end, watching my ass struggle to get free.

The hand I had used to tear my shirt from my frame, moves up to my face, almost by instinct. I look down to it for a moment, before it too begins to change, fingers and bones shifting and changing form. Freaking out at what I'm seeing, my entire body shakes from the shock, my breath becoming harsh and almost bestial. Shaun's muzzle comes to the cleft of my ass, biting into the denim of my trousers, pulling and tearing them away from my body. I barely even feeling his teeth scrap against my skin, or if they even break the skin.

This leaves me in my stretched out bra and panties, the only defence between me and nudity. Shaun is quick to return his snout to the crack of my ass, taking in a deep breath through his nose. I can feel his flaring nostrils against my asshole with each breath, such a small action, and yet... It feels as though it's awakening something inside of me.

'Go on... give in... you know you want to.' My ears perk up at the voice. Somehow, it sounds as though it's both inside my mind, and not. And then, a shadowy form seems to take shape in front of me, forming into an equine muzzle and a pair of red eyes. Shaun shivers behind me, as if he can almost... sense the creature. 'Do you not want this? Without guilt? Without thought? Without shame?'

“Wha-... What...?" I try to say, my mind wheeling as it tries to take in what it's seeing.

But as soon as the word escapes my lips, the form lunges at me, its lips pressing firmly against mine. I'm taken aback in shock, feeling a hot, wet, large tongue being shoved into my mouth. What was left of my resistance falls away, my eyes rolling back into my skull. Black overtakes me, the creature's glowing red eyes the only thing piercing the darkness. My gags and attempts at breath fading with the last of my human self.

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“Wha-... what?" Jolie half says, barely registering to me.

I can feel the 'other', the creature that came with the curse. Tim hates talking about it, having only appeared in mirrors and reflections, I guess it was easier for him. But I couldn't do the same, not when he whispers in my ears, guiding me through the monthly ritual. He's busy with Jolie, taking care of her front, if her sudden stiffness and jerking is anything to go by.

But, as always, I'm brought back to my 'task' again, huffing her musk laden ass. I let my tongue out of my maw slowly, rolling up against Jolie's pussy, tasting her hot pussy for the first time. Her taste is rich, deep, and oh so alluring. Taking another taste, and another, and another. Jolie only gets more into the situation, pushing her ass back against me, silently begging me to go deeper, further. That's the sort of stuff I love; when they really get into it.

And then it hits me, the change in her scent and taste. It's hard to explain the differences between human and equine musk. But the moment you get your nose up a horse's ass, you'll always remember it. I close my eyes and let myself sink into the cleft of her ass, soaking her panties in my saliva and her juices. My tongue goes between her pussy, and her ass, licking from base to tip of her cleft. Her ass grows around my muzzle, pushing up against me even further.

It doesn't take long before her panties rip, making me open my eyes, catching the reveal of her genitals and asshole to me. As I take her in, an urge builds in me, pushing me up onto Jolie's back. My hooves push onto the upper part of her back. I am just about to see her changes, finding her midsection growing with her shoulder blades. Knowing how the first time feels, I can't help but have some envy towards her.

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Shaun's hooves press against my back, almost pushing me against the ground. My front legs struggle to keep myself upright, under the pressure he's putting me under. I know horses put all of their weight on their rear hooves when they mount, so he's doing this on purpose, he wants me to be unable to focus on anything else, than him on my back.

The equine phantom had not long withdrawn his tongue from my gullet and disappeared. It... he had searched so deep inside me, his hot, wet, thick appendage bulged my neck as it drew deeper. Even the memory of which would be enough to get me rile me up,. But having his tongue reach so far into me, even past my shoulder blades... choking me on his taste and tongue. It felt more than divine.

With a slight shift above md, I'm brought back to the current moment, Shaun's cock pressing against the inner of my right thigh, pushing upwards. After another shift, he does the same with the inner part of my left. Getting a feel for my hips and ass, he takes aim once more, his tip finally taking aim against my pussy. He feels ten times bigger against my sensitive place, and as he pushes, his semi-flared tip grinds upwards, trying to get into me. After a second of trying, it slips away from my vagina, making me moan out in need. Shaun groans above me, as if annoyed. He tries to take aim again, pushing forward once more. But his aim is off, his cock tip pressing in between my ass cheeks, and right against my newly formed doughnut.

My eyes widen as he enters me without resistance, as if my ass is somehow designed to take him. A good half a foot of stallion enters my bowels, the first and only thing to ever penetrate my hole. Taking my anal virginity, Shaun keeps the cock in me for a good minute, just letting me feel him. And feel him I do... my doughnut hole is stretched thin around his shaft, trying so hard to take the large mass.

I so fucking full! His cock feeling so heavy... throbbing through my bowels, making me know he's there. It's a strange sensation, one that dogs my mind even further. The world around me dissolves, leaving only the horse above me, and his wonderful cock inside my slutty ass. He keeps himself still for a moment, a moment of respite. Although... I can't let that happen, I'm too adaptive to let this pass me by. Pushing back up against Shaun, I let more of him inside me, spearing my ass on his cock. My insides gurgle so lewdly as they accommodate his size, churning and shifting.

As I grind myself up against him, I can barely feel my bra snap around my midsection. A few seconds pass before my breasts pull up against my body, the skin thickening as it presumably changes to a brown-ish colour. My ass finally makes contact with Shaun's underside, just as my tits begin to move down my body. The strange sensations continue, feeling a part of me shifting down my body, the muscles and skin moving around to accommodate the transformation.

Once my teats settle in their new position, I bite my lower lip in ecstasy. Somehow, it feels amazing to have this happen, as if the connections built causes me unbridled pleasure. I can't help but clamp around Shaun's rod, giving a few small grinds up against his body, prodding him with my ass. A makeshift signal for him to fuck me

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Jolie rubs her wonderfully plump rear against me, her body seemingly taking on the last few changes. Taking a moment, I let her 'tempt' me further, not that I need any more alluring. You'd think the two feet of horse cock in her ass would be signal enough of how much I need her. But hey... it's good enough reason to give her some more.

Pulling my hips back slowly, I feel my cock tug on almost all of her insides as I move. I wait until my tip is just on the inside of her stretched out hole, pushing back into her as hard as I can. Jolie calls out when I do this, specs of drool fly out into the air with her feral-like neigh. Repeating the action again, increasing the tempo, I build up a rhythm.

Fucking her ass as best I can, Jolie bucks backwards against me, bouncing her plump ass on my cock with perfection. Images of the stable flash across my mind, of the horses inside. Stallions on mares, on other stallions. Fucking, rimming, sniffing, all sort of things. Would she be interested in that? She has interest, but... interest and active wanting are two different things.

I suppose I'll have to show her what it feels like to be with a stallion.

With a blow of air out of my nostrils, they flare out widely as I pick up the pace, slamming myself into her. I show her no restraint, my heavy balls slapping against her pussy, getting coated by her feminine juices. Breathing heavily, I let myself go. My hooves go over her shoulders as I start fucking in earnest, taking barely a second to get from tip to base, and back again. Her hole clenches around my length, as if actively milking me for all I'm worth.

There's nothing better than a mare who takes cock like Jolie does, as though her body is designed to take me. Our bodies grow hot together, her anal juices covering my length and mixing with her vaginal liquid. Rhythmically, she works my length as if she were born a mare. But as seconds turn to minutes, she slowly lets go, her hole going slack, becoming nothing more than a pleasure device for my shaft.

'Fuck...' I think to myself. 'That's a good mare.'

Nothing's better than when their ass goes numb, now... I don't have to worry about breaking her. I buck and thrust to the best of my ability, wanting nothing more than to fill the depths. Her insides shift and stretch around me, every jab, every thrust is just taken by her. Neighs and feral huffs permeate the room, being met by Jolie's front buckling, forcing her half on the ground. Shifting, I plant my hooves onto the ground, ramming myself into her once more.

Every slam of my hips creates a wet 'slap', balls hurting from the repeated slapping against her soft folds. If I weren't so fucking into this, this would have killed any boner I had. But fuck... only now, hooves over a personal, willing, slack holed mare, this turns me on beyond belief. Although, only when I'm truly getting into it, lightning shoots through me as my balls pull up against my body, shooting my cream into her backside. I continue to thrust into Jolie's ass while I cum, not letting up as my orbs empty themselves.

Nothing, and I mean nothing, compares to emptying your balls into a horse's ass.

But once my balls do empty, signalling the end of my orgasm, something tenses my body, my muscles bulging underneath my skin. They slowly grow inside of me, bulking up my frame, legs, and body. Gritting my teeth, my balls begin to fill up once more, pushing them past their previous size and weight. They feel stretched, as if a pressure is building to release them, to do anything to empty them. Jolie pants underneath me, other than her breathing, she remains motionless. Giving her enough time to think it's over, I start back up again. And if I was hard on her last time, I am truly merciless on her now. Working her hole past anything she'd normally be able to take.

Something builds inside my mind, a sense of ownership of her. Right now, she's mine. Her maw, her ass, hole, womb, everything is mine. My scent will always be on her fur, soaked into her skin. Even if she were to be taken by a 'stallion' in the stable, she'll always know that she's mine. Sweat pours down my forehead, dripping down onto her, only pushing the point.

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Waking up slowly, my mouth feels incredibly dry. I slowly get up, finding Jolie underneath me, still asleep. Her ass still gaping from the night before, a thick trail of cum pours from her. Yawning, I get up as best I can, trying to keep from waking her just yet. Heading to the kitchen, I drink a couple glasses of water. I grab a glass and walk back to the bedroom, finding Jolie still on the floor. Giving her ass a soft nudge with my foot, I put the glass onto the ground in front of her face.

She slowly wakes up, opening her eyes groggily. She looks up slightly, before a pained expression shoots across her face. A small amount of cum shoots out of her ass, her hand going to her head. I give her a minute or two to adjust to this version of reality once more, in which she just manages to take a few sips of water.

“It happened," I tell her.

She just looks up at me slightly.

“Whatever's going through your head, it happened, probably more too. Yes, this is technically a curse. No, there's no cure. And yes, this does give you license to get away with things."

“What... what the fuck are you talking about?"

“You admitted heading past my stable last night, and that's what started the whole night."

“I didn't..." She tries to say, but it sounds like she's trying to convince herself.

“Jolie, give yourself five minutes. And... um, you may wanna use the bathroom."

She looks at me again, before looking at her ass. “What the fuck?"

“An gaping ass of cum, after finding my third mare like this, it kinda becomes undeniable proof of one of two things. Either you had sex with an actual horse, in my bedroom, and don't remember it. Or, that urge to eat grass means what you think it does."

“How the fuck did you-?"

“Guess what I did after the first time I changed? Now drink up, we got somewhere to be."

“Shaun! Can you give me like five minute? It feels like I got a jackhammer in my head."

“I'm not saying right this second."

I give her the space she needs as I go back to the living room, sitting on the sofa before turning the TV on. It takes closer to ten, but Jolie comes out of the bedroom, in nothing but a towel. She sits kinda far from me, but seemingly out of being unsure, rather than being uncomfortable. With a slight hiss, she rests on the sofa, looking over at me.

“Right, so, last night." She starts.

“Yeup?" I respond.

“Did you...?"

“Turn into a horse? Yeup."

“And we...?"

“Have ass wrecking sex? Yeup."

“And then, did I turn-“

“Yeup."

“And... will I..." She half asks, as if not wanting to know.

“Turn again? Hell yes, next full moon." I say, grinning softly.

She rests her head into her hands, groaning. “What... exactly... did I admit to you last night?"

“Other than getting hot over horses? Nothing much. I assume you had some sort of idea on how the night would go."

“And I... didn't admit anything else?"

“Nope, but I know you're 'into' horses. It's kinda inferred by what you already admitted. And just got confirmed by there being more to admit."

She groans once more, laying back on the sofa.

“Although, I do have an idea." I say, getting up. “Come on, keep the towel."

“What? Where are we going?"

“You'll see, come on. And hey, don't worry. Even if I did call the authorities about your 'interests', what would I tell them? 'Hey, my friend admitted to sexually liking horses, and then I fucked her ass and gave her an equine themed werewolf curse'? Come on, I have some self preservation. And asylum food is shit."

The two of us head out of my farm house, Jolie taking a minute or two more than I. I bring Jolie to the stables, we do check to make sure no one is around, despite the rural nature of my farm. When we get there, I get her to one of the stalls. Opening the door, I take off Jolie's towel, revealing herself to the horse.

“Now, this is Blaze, my biggest stallion. And that idea? Is that I want you to masturbate in front of him."

She looks at me with a little shock, not even trying to cover herself. “You... are you sure?"

“Yeup, I want you to get used to being more... intimate around them. And this way, for the first time, there's a little physical barrier. At least for now, I mean."

She moves from one foot to the other, but after a few seconds, she moves a hand towards her privates. “Well, we only live once."

As she starts touching herself, blushing deeply as she starts to huff out. Blaze takes notice of us, well... more her, coming closer to where we are. Once he gets near, I put a hand to his nose, a small signal for him to stop. He does as he's been taught, watching the two of us with seeming interest, mixed with a slight amount of lust.

“Let's not have things go too far, hey?" I say, half to Blaze, placing my hand on her hip. “Don't want to scare her off, now do we?"

“Like... he'd scare me off." Jolie moans out, her legs shaking slightly. Blaze shifts a little in front of us, allowing the both of us a good view of his rear and privates. Jolie can't help but look at them with need, and I notice her fingers get a little faster. “Fuck, he's a... a very big boy. Isn't he?"

“Why do you think I like him? Got a cock like a telephone pole, and an ass like you wouldn't believe."

“Of course you'd... focus on the ass."

“Hey, I got pride, imagine being able to tame a stallion like him."

“I'd rather... get... tamed." Jolie slowly becomes breathless, bending down as her legs become even shaker. “Oh... oh fuck. Fuck!"

I move my hand to her ass, squeezing it slightly. “Bet he'd love to get a feel for you."

“Oh, shu-ha... shut up... I'm focusing on his dick size."

“I bet you are." My fingers dig in between her cheeks, running up and down across her loose ass. “Fuck, did a number on you, didn't I?"

Jolie doesn't even respond as she moans out even harder, breath coming out even louder. As my fingers enter her ass, her legs clench slightly, squirting onto the floor between her thighs. With a loud call, her hole clamps down around me, as if milking my digits. She rides out the orgasm, seconds ticking by before she slowly slumps against the side of the doorway. Her breath is heavy, and drawn out.

“When... when can he be in me?" She asks, looking up at me.

“How about next month?" I ask back.

“How about a week?"