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The Striped Filly

Flying Changes

Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare) for Chris Silverhoof

Chapter Five

Christian avoided attention at the radio station, locking himself in his studio before others had ventured out for their morning coffees. The night shift – as they were affectionately referred to – were zombie-like enough that they didn't spare him a second look as they stomped past him, eager for their beds with throats sore from talking too much on the night shows.

The only problem was a certain zebra. He stumbled over his words even as he gained a deeper understanding of the ins and outs of running his own show as his boss remained out of work with some bug or another. Christian could not care and was only glad that he didn't have it and that he was able to go about his work mostly uninterrupted. His ears had grown even without seeing Anna for days that stretched past the confines of a week, poking through his hair as they slowly migrated up the sides of his head. Grumbling, he pressed them down as if he could flatten them back into his skull. It was, however, to no avail.

Leaning back in his chair, he smiled at the doorway where he had first seen Anna, the zebra wandering into the studio as if she belonged there. And he wanted her to belong there – with him.

He couldn't put her off forever.

It was Christian that called her at last, suggesting a date in a carefully chosen spot. Anna leapt at the chance to see him again, nearly deafening him with her loud braying down the phone line. He sighed as he hung up, headphones looped listlessly around his neck. She wouldn't know that he'd chosen the restaurant purely as it was in a touristy spot. It was unlikely that he'd see anyone he knew there. A small part of his mind – a traitorous seclusion – told him that it would be worth it even if someone did 'catch' him.

Anna met him at the restaurant, a long, gold pendant dangling from her neck. A large ruby was set into the gold and he whistled, admiring its beauty as much as the mare it adorned. He ran his hand down her mane as they entered the restaurant – an Italian across the road from Victoria theatre – and breathed easily for the first time since he had left her side. As if a light had been turned on in a pitch black room, he saw clearly and smiled as he sat at their purposely set aside table in a secluded alcove that allowed Anna to remain standing as they enjoyed their meal together. Christian smiled: perfect.

Anna made everything right again.

“I hope you don't mind, Christian, but I invited a couple of friends from the area to join us," the zebra chuckled apologetically as she polished off her first course with a smack of her lips. “It seems that they are later than expected. They've travelled from a small distance, if I am told correctly."

He turned automatically towards the door to check who Anna was referring to – although he could not possibly know them – and choked on his water. A chestnut mare, walking quite surely and sedately on four hooves, flicked her tail as the waiter led them to their table, a grey stallion walking on two hooves at her side. The stallion rested his paw between her withers and hindquarters as they walked, an ease of being present in his gait that Christian couldn't help but envy. He stared at Anna, the zebra openly laughing and braying at his shock.

“I thought it may help," she said, quickly adding her brand of explanation to the mix, lips quirking up in a cheeky smile. “We're not the only ones and you said you hadn't met anyone like us before..."

Christian wasn't sure that Anna had understood exactly what he'd meant back in the research centre – it had been much more than simply meeting another couple like them – but wasn't about to correct her in the middle of the restaurant. The feral mare and anthro stallion exchanged greetings – introducing themselves as Amethyst and Madoc respectively – with them as a second chair was brought up for the dappled male. Christian tried not to stare as they ordered their main course – simple dishes, although a plate of fresh bruschetta swiftly appeared without any order that he could see being placed.

“So...you two..." Christian dabbed at his mouth with a napkin. “You seem like you've known each other for years. How did you meet?"

The chestnut mare glanced at her partner, blowing her forelock out of her eyes.

“Oh, just like anyone else..." She chuckled. “Or maybe not. I pen stories for my job, rather than going for trade work. You could say it pays my way in life. A voice to text programme," she added, spotting the question in his eyes, “only takes a bit of editing at times. Madoc started reading a good long while ago, then helped me with editing..."

She dipped her head, ears splaying softly to the sides of her head. Madoc rubbed her shoulder, a grin that told more than her words pulling at his lips.

“It kind of took off from there."

“I see..." He stared at his pasta, wondering how to broach the topic. “And how do you..." He grimaced. “I'm sorry, this must seem remarkably forward of me, but..."

Madoc laughed and leaned back, rocking his chair up on to two legs. The stallion's mane, a mixture of grey and black streaks, fell down the arch of his neck, left to grow long and unruly. Amethyst shook her head and bumped his chair back onto all four legs with a calculated swing of her hindquarters.

“Yeah, we get asked that a lot," he confirmed. “You get used to the stares after a while, trust me. Not worth worrying about."

Grinning, he rested his elbows on the table and shot Christian a conspirator's wink.

“I'm sure you've been having fun with your mare too from the look of you..."

Christian blushed, fiddling with the edge of the table. He rubbed the tips of his ears, now almost completely on the top of his head and pointed straight up. He could even twitch them, new muscles making themselves known to him. His tail was less obvious, squashed down inside his trousers, yet growing by the day. The hair was a good four inches long from the bone now.

“Is it that obvious?"

Amethyst giggled.

“Like you have to ask!"

“Hey!" Anna snapped her teeth closed with a sharp click, although humour thrummed through the flick of her tail. “Be nice!"

Amethyst snorted and drew her dished face back, playing at being affronted.

“I'm always nice!"

The mares playfully teased one another as their main courses were replaced by dessert and, somehow, Christian found himself relaxing more and more, not even thinking about the stares that were, surely, coming his way. When he did remember to look around, every other patron of the restaurant was engaged in conversation without the time to spare him, just another person enjoying a meal, in their busy, manic lives. He smiled, bold enough to enquire more about the mare and stallion's life and how they lived together while the world forgot to mind his presence. Maybe people weren't as bad about the whole thing as he'd suspected. He laughed, words flowing as easily from his lips as water as they talked, fingers firmly curled into the zebra's mane.

Maybe it would be okay to let the transformation go a little further? He sipped his water, nerves rolling in his stomach. Did he dare? After all, he reasoned with himself, rubbing Anna's withers, he would be able to reverse the transformation if he wanted to. But the thought of staying away from the zebra made him curl his fingers into her mane all over again, holding her so tightly that she shot him a questioning look, attention half on her dessert.

Christian tried to smile, mind whirling, one thought chasing the next with so much urgency that it was difficult to separate a single notion from the vibrant throng. Was there no way to win? If he stayed with Anna, of course, the full transformation into an anthro equine would be inevitable. He looked down at his plate, only a few morsels of food left. Yet he did not have the stomach to finish his meal.

He didn't have to stay with Anna. He knew that. He knew that all too well. Only, he feared that something far more terrifying would happen to him if he went without her. Everything was warmer with her around, bringing brightness to a grey London landscape, showing him the beauty in what had been in front of his eyes for years already.

It was inevitable that he would not reach a conclusion by the end of the meal, making his way along with conversation the best he could in the meantime.

They left the mare and stallion couple outside the restaurant, Anna shivering against Christian, still unused to the British climate. He rubbed her neck, worried for her, although she assured him with a smile that she was alright, just a little cold. He wrapped his scarf around her neck and she laughed, prancing back and forth like a younger filly as Amethyst threw her head up and neighed, tail flicking happily.

“Nice meeting you!" Christian shouted over his shoulder as the red mare bustled her partner away, walking between him and the road.

“We'll see you again!" Amethyst whinnied. “You'll have to join us out in the country sometime."

Madoc nodded, an indignant squeal breaking his lips as the mare swatted him neatly on the rump with her tail, harrying him down the road. Christian laughed and turned to his own mare as rain spotted their skin, his ears twitching atop his head. Even his eyes were sliding outwards, gradually, day by day, as they repositioned themselves, his body made a bid to make him a better mate – a life partner – for Anna.

“We can go to the country," Anna assured him. “I've seen some of the city, but your countryside sounds lovely from how Ammy describes it."

Nodding, Christian swept the rain back off his hair, shrugging his coat collar up around his neck. Trotting by Anna's side, he blinked at the lights glancing off the wet flagstones, the illumination from street lamps doubled in a reflection as they headed half a mile or so down the road to the river. To his left, the Thames breathed, a gentle lap of water against the hulls of boats moored after the day trips were well and done, drifting into slumber as night claimed the city. He parted his lips, intending to apologise to Anna for getting her caught in the typically gloomy London rain, and paused with the words on the tip of her his tongue as she shook water from her large ears.

She'd never looked so beautiful. Droplets of water glistened on her black and white coat, clinging to her mane as she threw her head back and whinnied a laugh, top lip quivering. The water soaked through her upright mane and trickled down her neck as she picked up her pace, hooves splashing through puddles as she bounded and leapt like a filly out grazing with her dam for the very first time. A laugh bubbled up from Christian's throat and, despite the holes in his shoes, he threw himself into a run and followed her bobbing, ropey tail.

They ran like foals caught in spring joy all the way back to Anna's hotel, a moderate affair tucked away from the Thames where another feral and anthro couple padded away from the building – a red deer and a doe with delicate, large ears and a moist looking nose that quivered in the cool night air. Christian watched them covertly out of the corners of his eyes, watching as the doe slipped an arm around the four-legged stag.

So, one did not have to be male to transform after falling in love with a feral? His eyebrows knotted together. Interesting. Yet another thing he had not known before. He scratched the back of his head and inclined his head subtly in their direction, drawing Anna's attention.

“I guess equine is close enough to a zebra for my body to try to adjust to you," he murmured, half to himself, as they paused outside the entrance to the hotel in a pool of light from the street lamp. “They are a little closer in kind than we seem to be. Or at least where we're at right now."

“Studies on the effects of this transformation are limited, I agree," she admitted, watching the stag and doe prance away on light hooves, “but the reasons for that are clear. Who wants to be studied like that? We're not specimens."

Christian couldn't have agreed more. The mare faced him, framed in the entrance as the revolving doors turned seamlessly behind her.

“Walk me to my room?"

Christian smiled as she batted her eyelashes. What guy could resist such a sweet filly with that look on her muzzle? He laid his arm over her neck as they stepped into the elevator, stealing kisses as it raised them up to her floor. Outside her room, however, they stopped, lips moist with the touch of the other still warm upon them.

“Will you..." Anna hesitated. “Will you join me tonight? For a little bit?"

“Oh... Anna," Christian gulped, acutely aware of his tail trying to flick. “I really shouldn't."

“Please?" Her lower lip trembled cutely as she thrust her head into his chest, snorting as she took in his scent. “I really miss you... Just some cuddling? We don't have to do anything."

Christian rubbed the back of his neck.

“I really shouldn't..."

The zebra snorted and he swore she rolled her eyes.

“Okay."

Anna held up the key card to the scanner in the door with her teeth, pushing it open once it had beeped. Dropping it back into her bag with a deft flick of her head, she peered up at him through lowered lashes. Christian's breath caught in his throat and he resisted the urge to press his hand over his heart. Anna smiled, neck arched.

“I won't lock the door... just in case you'd like to follow me after all."

She grinned and, flagging her tail high, the mare strutted into the bedroom, a seductive sway in her hindquarters. Without thinking, Christian put his hand on the door, a low groan building as she posed by the ceiling to floor window, the lights of the city glittering to her back. Lifting her head prettily, the zebra angled her body so that the light caught her stripes as her marehood winked, seemingly of its own accord. Like the first time, Christian watched spellbound as the mare's sex twitched up and pulsed, pushing out a stream of juices as if she had not had release in days – she was just that in need.

Creeping into the room as if he would break the spell simply by being too loud, he closed the door at his heels.

“Cuddling," he said, his voice husky. “You said cuddling."

Anna blinked innocently.

“I can cuddle."

Stretching out on her side in front of the window, Anna grunted and inclined her head towards her round barrel.

“Will you not join me, Christian?"

Christian exhaled a heavy hiss of a breath through his teeth, hands clenching into fists. He shivered at the feel of harder fingertips biting into his palms and spared a moment to inspect them, shaking his head at the more hoof-like fingertips that had appeared seemingly from nowhere. He'd barely even noticed the itching. They looked like what Madoc had had. Even their date had pushed the transformation further. What would sex do? His body was priming itself to become what Anna needed him to be in order to reproduce! Christian held himself rigid as he rested his back against the zebra's stomach. He just had to keep himself under control. It would not be that bad.

Control, however, was a difficult task around Anna.

Slipping back into the zebra, Christian smiled as she curled her head around him, large, warm eyes blinking up as if she really was as innocent as her words. But that was never the case. The zebra lasted all of five minutes – if that – with her head on his leg before her lips wandered, inching up his thigh to lip teasingly over his crotch. Christian groaned and shook his head, yet she was insistent and scrambled to her hooves, allowing him to drop softly onto his back.

Head bumping lightly onto the carpet, he chuckled breathlessly as she nuzzled into his neck, warm lips questing curiously. She made no advances that could be construed as sexual, rubbing her head on him as if to tease an itch from her ears, yet his skin heated to meet hers all the same. Wrapping his arms around the zebra, he took a deep breath, chest expanding until he couldn't hold a drop more air. Anna snorted and brushed her lips over his in a fleeting kiss that left him leaning forward, lips parted for more.

With a glint in her eye, she nuzzled down his chest as he tried to sit up, using the leverage of her larger body to keep him playfully in place. She teased her lips over his neck, brushing his Adam's apple, and he exhaled sharply, breath shaky even as he strove to drag it in. Against his will – for what his mind wanted surely conflicted with the desires of his heart – his cock rose in his undergarments, straining against his jeans as if to make his true intentions clear.

“Heavens...Anna..." Christian forced out, eyes half closed. “What are you doing to me..."

The question was not one that was meant to be answered and he curled his fingers around her foreleg, pressing his face to the inside of her fetlock, smooth and warm with life. The zebra tossed her head and grinned.

“We can stop if you want," she huffed, nibbling down his neck and chest, lips catching the buttons of his shirt. “I don't want to do anything you don't want to do..." She paused, lips trembling. “But I want you. You and only you."

Christian shook his head, answering her with the crush of his lips against hers. His tongue flicked out against her lips and she welcomed him in, tongues dancing together in a flurry of passion. This time, he stripped himself of his shirt and tossed it on the floor, chest heaving as the mare pressed the flat of her forehead to his chest, warm breath curling over his abdomen. Christian's heart warmed, beating more quickly than ever. Everything felt right.

Turning her back on Christian, the mare lifted her tail, marehood winking, and moaned as she urinated, the stream splashing down into the carpet. He didn't notice his muzzle lengthening, pushing out from what had been his face, lips becoming softer and more pliable so that he could curl his upper one back. The half-human, half-equine groaned as sifted through Anna's scent, edging closer as his short tail flicked keenly over his backside. Even the muscles there were becoming firmer, rounder, rounding out his rear so that it looked more like Anna's, only in a strong, anthropomorphised form.

Taking in her scent, Christian inched closer, watching as the stream tapered off, though her tail remained as high as before. Showing off her sex, Anna snorted and winked, a slick drool of juices streaming from her marehood as it flexed and begged to be filled, udders swinging softly below. Her teats pulled down and he ached to wrap his fingers around them, sucking them deep into his new muzzle. Christian licked his lips, a broader, fleshier tongue flicking out, a meeker shade of pink than it had been before.

Even the little things were changing.

Running his hand down the flat of his muzzle, he was only able to marvel as he dropped to his knees and pressed his tongue eagerly to her sex. He moaned softly, thrusting his tongue in deep and flicking it over her clit as she shuddered. She tasted just as sweet as she had the first time they had been together. It didn't even matter that he was becoming an equine, he thought rashly. As long as he got to be with Anna, he'd go through anything.

The mare shook herself, lifting a hoof as he lavished attention upon her marehood, circling her clit slowly with his tongue. Anna grunted and pawed the carpet, scraping it up as she dug a furrow through it, grinding her rump back against Christian's face as he teased her. He lost track of time as cars zoomed by beneath their window, far enough away to not disturb their peace. Spreading her pulsing marehood apart with his fingertips, Christian moaned into her sex, curling his tongue up inside her. Neither cared about the fluids soaking into the carpet beneath them, scents and arousal clouding their minds so that nothing existed for them but one another.

Anna threw her head up, a heady huff of breath escaping her nostrils. She stomped and flipped her tail, batting it across the top of her 'stallion's' head. There was only so much a mare could take, after all.

“Mount me, Christian!" She begged, head lowered as the city lights twinkled through her upright mane. “I've been waiting for you..."

Her ears twitched, marehood releasing a stream of fluid that made his lip curl up all over again, nose against her sex as his tongue played against her twitching slit. Swiping his tongue up and over her clit, he bounced to his feet, ears flipping back closer to his skull.

“Are you sure?" He breathed, already in the process of tugging his jeans down. “I don't want to if you don't..."

Freeing his length, he leaned over her back as his cock slid against her marehood. It twitched against his length as if hungrily trying to snatch him in. Biting his lip, he ground it back and forth slowly along her sex, breath coming in short, needy pants. Every instinct in his body screamed at him to push in, to thrust deep and hard. Desire swore up and down that he would never have a better night than with this mare while his mind told him that she was his life. He couldn't see a future without her and no reason presented itself for him to step back, turn away and leave into the night.

Anna nodded, muzzle dipping sharply.

“I'm sure... I've wanted you since I saw you in the studio...ah..." She groaned, eyes closed, as her stud teased her entrance. “Please mount me, stallion."

Snorting, Christian held his breath and drew on every ounce of courage he had left. He dropped a kiss on her rump, holding her tail out of the way with his forearm, and rested the head of his shaft at the entrance to her marehood, just nudging into her softness. Pink and rounded at the tip, it looked nothing like a stallion's cock, but that didn't seem to matter to the mare pushing back onto him. Without waiting for Christian to summon the courage to banish nerves and ease in, the zebra took a step back, impaling herself sweetly on his shaft.

Christian sucked in a breath, nostrils flaring as they changed, becoming an equine curve. Anna's marehood pulled him in and he let go of the filly's tail, letting it slap against his chest. Her warmth wrapped itself around him and he grunted gutturally, tail flagging as he lost his virginity to his sweetheart. Anna gave a small bray, neck arched as she adjusted to the new sensation of being filled and stretched. Christian rested his lower abdomen on her hindquarters, thankful that she was a small enough zebra that he was able to mount her standing, even if he had to push up onto the tips of his toes.

He grunted, skin tingling as a completely dark coat spread over every inch of his skin. No longer simply colouring his skin, it could no longer be confused for anything other than an equine coat of hair. Christian could not find it in himself to care – he was too far gone and his decision made, set in nothing less than stone. He thrust keenly, tail flicking round in a circle as he pushed all the way into Anna, crotch flush with her stripes. She whuffed hot air and he grinned, heart hammering. Where was the sense in turning back?

Good sense ceased to matter.

Fingers pressing into the mare's flesh, Christian drew his hips back and thrust, wary of going harder without Anna's consent. How much of him could the mare take without being hurt? Unease stirred in his stomach and he eased back and forth gently, layering kiss after kiss over her stripes. The mare shifted her weight from hoof to hoof, snaking her head from side to side as her passage clenched around him, squeezing and rippling as he let her become used to the pleasurable intrusion. Christian's legs shook, aching from staying up on his toes for so long.

Yet his mare needed no such patience.

“More!" She demanded, whipping her head around. “I can take... Wait...Christian!"

He paused, one hand on her back, blinking without understanding.

“What? Am I being too rough?"

“No!" She stared, eyes wide. “Look at yourself! The mirror!"

Jerking her head, she made him look right and he glanced at the reflective surface above the hotel room desk – a mirror he had not noticed earlier. Not expecting to see anything different to what he normally did, Christian only gave himself a cursory glance – a sleek black shape mounting a zebra mare. His heart stilled and he looked a second time, ears pricked even as his shaft throbbed inside the mare.

A stallion looked back at him – or at least a figure that was more a stallion on two legs than a human being. As he watched, his muzzle finished shaping itself into an equine design, cheeks dished and nose quivering. His teeth ached as they rearranged themselves, canines replacing themselves with more suitable blunt teeth befitting an equine. He gaped at his reflection, lifting his hand – though it was not a hand anymore – to reassure himself that it really was himself that he could see.

Anna groaned and rocked her body from left to right, grumbling as if working herself up to something. Her marehood squeezed sharply around his cock and Christian's lips twitched in an equine nicker, the sound making his ears flip back.

“The transformation isn't supposed to be this quick!" Anna trembled. “Maybe we should stop..."

Christian laid a palm on her rump and sucked in a breath, ears slipping down flat to his skull. He set his jaw.

“No! I've come too far to give up on you now!"

Somehow, against all odds, his transformation had become intricately entwined in his love for Anna, the thought sending an electric zing through his veins as he huffed and thrust. He had to admit it – it was true! He loved her. He loved Anna. Christian panted, grinding in deep, and the mare groaned, pushing back to meet his thrusts, worries temporarily forgotten. She snorted and murmured soft words, encouraging him to pound her, breed her and make her his mare. The half-stallion half-human neighed, thrilled with the new noises he could make, and drove in hard, putting the full force of his body behind his thrusts. Anna brayed, marehood rippling around him, ever wanting more and more. Christian was only too eager to deliver.

As he thrust, however, the transformation rolled onward. Each thrust became easier and he realised with a chilling shock that he was getting taller – enough to notice as he seemed to push up onto toes that could not be called such any longer. He tried to look down around Anna's hindquarters, but he didn't need to see to tell that his toes were pressing themselves together, the harder tips becoming one, large hoof to rival Anna's. Breathing laboured, Christian let his torso rest on her back, trusting her to bear his weight as the filly braced her hind legs. His legs realigned, supporting his torso, as he settled his weight differently, feeling as if he was standing on his toes, yet there was no strain on his legs.

He chanced a glance in the mirror, seeing only an anthro stallion blinking back at him, buried balls deep inside a beautiful zebra filly. He shuddered, though whether from delight or nerves he could not tell. He looked like Madoc. Only...like himself too. An equine version of himself.

Yet the transformation was not complete – one part remained. As he returned his attention to Anna, senses overloaded, he drove in with a quivering whinny, the heat around his length growing and growing. At first, he thought it was simply the warmth of Anna's marehood, but it swelled to the point that it was much more than that. He thrust, unwilling to stop, as his balls plumped out, growing rounder and fuller to suit the new stance of his body and the flesh whose genes they were designed to pass on.

The mare moaned, long and low, and he shuddered to feel her squeezing even more tightly around him. He had his lips parted to ask if she needed him to stop when sudden realisation flooded his nervous system, setting every nerve ending on fire. It wasn't only his balls that were changing. His shaft was too, growing as he made love to his mare. Skin shivering, Christian's lips parted in harsh pants, hips juddering in close to Anna as she stepped back, sides heaving in quicker breaths to match him.

He felt his cock swell, mimicking the sensation of becoming hard, and tilted his head down to stare wide-eyed at the darkening shaft protruding from his crotch. A soft sheath pushed out from his lower abdomen to encase the base and he yelped as the length tightened, feeling as if something was pulling the skin tauter and tauter. Although he could not see it, he knew it was becoming just like an equine's cock, thicker in girth with a medial ring – he'd done his research too! – while he was breeding his mare. He grinned, ears pricking. It was the perfect moment.

Forelock falling into his eyes, the anthro stallion snorted heavily, tail flicking against his calves, transformation complete. There was no going back. Tossing his head, Christian neighed loudly, slamming the full length of his shaft in to the hilt.

“Christian!"

Anna's jaw dropped and he grinned, blowing her a kiss, oddly calm for the situation. He supposed he'd known it was coming since he'd first found more hair spreading across his skin, the first inklings of transformation. And there was a sense of certainty in making a decision that banished his nerves. He knew where he was supposed to be and that would always be with Anna. The mare tossed her head, lips curling up in a smile that grew and grew.

“Let me see, let me see!"

She squirmed, inadvertently clenching her passage around him.

“Mmmph," Christian groaned, head tipping back. “Anna..."

The mare ignored his grumbles, dragging herself off his length and spinning about to inspect him. Her lips investigated his length, lipping softly, and he subjected himself to the attention, hissing through his teeth as she sucked the flatter head of his cock into her mouth. Rolling his head from side to side, he whinnied and stomped, scraping a hoof through the carpet as he struggled to stay still. Instinct screamed, tingling a hair's breadth below the surface, as he learned exactly what is was to be an equine that walked on two legs. Anna sealed her lips softly around him and suckled as if she was trying to draw milk from her mother's teat.

“Heavens, Anna..."

The zebra mare's ears flicked as she moved her muzzle back and forth slowly, exercising as much caution. Well, he wasn't as delicate as he'd used to be either. Muscle rippled beneath his new hide and he nickered, thrusting lightly between her lips, velveteen around his shaft. Anna groaned around him, understanding his intentions, and moved seamlessly with him as he thrust, a little grunt escaping his lips. Christian's eyes rolled back into his head in pleasure.

The mare, however, quickly decided that she needed a little attention too and drew back, lips lifting from his length with a dribble of silken pre cum. She licked it from her lips with a swipe of her vibrantly pink tongue and surprised him with a bray, barrel vibrating with the sheer force of her excitement.

She put her back to him, tail hiked and marehood pulsing. He hissed through his teeth and stepped forward even as she spoke – but the mare wasn't done yet. Dropping down onto her forelegs, she flopped to the side, landing on her stomach and quickly rolled over as he approached, legs tucked up in the air as she showed off the drool of arousal trickling from her marehood, a glistening drop of enticement.

“Mount me on top now!" She winked flirtatiously, spreading her hind legs. “I want to see what this new part of you can really do while you're giving me pleasure too."

The stallion grunted and flagged his tail as he scrambled over Anna's stomach, facing her hind legs. His cock bent back beneath his body as he arched, hooves landing soundly on either side of her stomach, just in front of her forelegs. Grunting, for the position was uncomfortable to maintain, he pushed himself up and neighed as the mare's head launched forward, lips sealing around his shaft. He shuffled back, allowing her easier access without craning her neck so much, and sprawled over her round stomach, tail flagged and twitching.

The position put him a little too far back to drive his tongue into her twitching marehood – oh, it was so sweet how she still winked for him, needing him! – but he stretched out his head as his fingers played over her clit. Nostrils flaring, the scent of her enveloped him, and he stretched right to his limit, pulling his cock lightly from Anna's lips as he stole a fleeting lap of her aphrodisiac honey from the source. The mare groaned around him, teeth bumping his length, and he drove two and then three fingers into her passage, spurred on by how she rippled around him.

Struggling to explore his cock, concentration wavering, Anna suckled and rubbed her lips over his length, experimenting to find exactly what made Christian nicker and neigh. And neigh he did as her sweet lips rolled back and forth down his dark shaft! In his mind's eye, he thought of thrusting into her sweet marehood again and again, hips juddering in as he finally spent himself, together with his mare.

He forced himself to distraction with her teats, latching his more pliable lips around each in turn and suckling as if he could treat himself to her pleasure straight from the source. The stallion shivered at the notion of drinking her milk, yet knew in the back of his mind that that would only ever come with a foal. Exploring the limits of his body, he arched his neck for a better angle. As he drove his fingers into her sex, he squeezed and massaged her udders, pressing them between his fingers and palm as the mare snorted and squealed. He could only assume from how she eagerly drove her muzzle down on his length that he was doing all the right things. Anna groaned and flicked her tongue over the head of his shaft, drawing back as her sides heaved.

He shook himself, trying to concentrate as much as she was, and strained his neck to swipe his tongue over her clit. For being smaller – a filly in years – his legs bowed under the pressure of holding his body up at such an angle and he compensated for his lack of consistent tongue and lips on her winking marehood with the force of his fingers. Although he knew they couldn't match up to an equine shaft from size and feel alone, he pressed his thumb to her clit and rubbed in increasingly quicker circles, varying the pressure as and when he understood her to be able to handle it. Pulling out each of her teats as if 'milking' them, he coaxed another squeal from his mare's lips, hind legs kicking as he nibbled and licked, leaving no inch of soft, wanton skin untouched. Where no stripes ran, he lathered attention with his tongue, circling the base of a teat until she exhaled her heaviest groan yet.

As the mares grunts grew, he maintained the pressure until she broke into a bray, lips freeing themselves with a smack from his cock as she panted, barely able to contain herself. Grinning, though his own chest heaved, Christian allowed her no respite, driving her on towards pleasure as he squeezed another finger into her marehood, shivering as it sucked him in. He wished it was his shaft inside her, though knew also that he would do anything and everything to please her.

Anna moaned.

“Christian..."

He pricked his ears.

“I'm close. Will you..?"

Her words were lost in another moan, yet he still understood exactly what she meant: they'd been together for long enough. Heart pounding so hard that he feared she'd hear it and stop him, he leapt to his hooves, nearly lost his balance as he teetered, and bent over her stomach, cock in one paw. His hoofed fingertips curled around it as he held his breath, poised with the head of his shaft teasing over Anna's slick marehood, flexing as it strived to pull him in. But, this time, Anna couldn't simply push herself back onto him. Christian nickered. This time, it was all him.

The flatter head of his cock proved more difficult to push in and the shaft bent slightly as he struggled. Her marehood winked as he took a breath and angled himself, head flaring just a little as he eased in. She clenched around him and he gasped as he was forcibly drawn in, a low chuckle rumbling up from his throat. Anna grunted and rolled her head, tail slapping his fetlocks.

“Couldn't wait for me, huh?"

He didn't wait for an answer, gripping her hind legs and thrusting in to the hilt. His eyes rolled almost all the way back into his skull in pleasure, the mare's sex pulsing around him as if she controlled its every move. He certainly didn't feel that in control of himself. Holding back his nickers, Christian ground in deep, bent over his mare as he thrust and cried out, pleasure like no other racing through his shaft. Had it felt so good before? His head spun and all he could do was thrust to see if he could keep the sensation, nerve endings on fire. Fingers tightening around the narrow bone of her legs, he snorted and put the weight of his body behind his thrusts, trusting Anna's reactions to tell him that she was loving every second.

Trembling beneath him, the mare groaned as she allowed her stallion to take her, wave after wave of pleasure rolling through her body like the waves of the rising tide. Emboldened by her grunts and half-breathed brays, Christian drove on with even greater vigour, heat tingling through his shivering skin. Every thrust came with a heightened experience, sensation growing tantalisingly close to the point where it would be too much to bear.

Desperate to retain some control over himself, Christian squirmed his paw down between their bodies, fingers finding her clit and rubbing. The mare brayed and he exhaled a breath that was more sorely needed, skin shivering all over as he balanced on the precipice of a drop from which there was no return. Fighting for each and every breath, he refused to slow the frantic pace of his thrusts, driving in with what he imagined was the vigour of a wild stallion, as powerful as the ones that still roamed the land as they pleased. Anna grunted and shook beneath him, stripes trembling, and he gnawed the inside of his lip, blunt teeth not enough to make it bleed. He was too close already, tail flagging as he wanted to reach his peak – yet not without Anna, not without his mare.

Thrusting his shaking paw beneath her stomach, he leaned around her as much as possible while maintaining his powerful thrusts, grinding in with enough force to make her quiver in pleasure. His groping paw found her udders and he squeezed and rubbed them erratically, breathing laboured and harsh through his own windpipe as the mare's sex rippled, clenching and pulling him in harder and harder. On the peak, he rolled his head, knowing instinctively that the whites of his eyes were showing. Yet there was nothing to be afraid of – only the encroaching pleasure tingling at the back of his mind. But not without his mare – not without Anna! He hissed through his teeth, squeezing her teats together and drove in with a hard slap of his hips against her rump. So close!

Anna was quicker. With all his teasing, the mare's breaths suddenly increased in pace, becoming shorter pants, as her marehood suddenly tensed around him, squeezing with such force that moving an inch without her sex required massive force. The mare groaned – one long, low sound that went on and on as he pressed harder than ever on her clit, fingers slipping with the cocktail of their sexual juices. A rush of warm fluid, much more than she had shown when aroused, flooded the little space around his shaft, drooling out and dripping onto his gently swinging balls. His shoulders slumped and, with enough release of pressure so that he could move, he drove in one final time with a triumphant whinny to spend his pleasure within his mare.

Shaft pulsing with what felt like far more semen than he could ever have produced in a lifetime of being human, Christian grunted and ground his cock as deep as possible, tail lifting as he proudly seeded his mare. His balls pulled up closer to his body and he tossed his head in a series of small, gradually weakening neighs as he added to the flood of warmth within his mare, spending every drop until he had nothing left to give. Anna laid her head back on the carpet and exhaled heavily, breath clouding up the window pane behind her, passage clenching weakly around his cock as energy seeped from her body in the throes of sexual exhaustion. Christian wasn't much better off.

The room tilted from side to side as blood flooded back to parts of his body that seemed to need it more than his throbbing shaft and he slumped over her stomach. Groaning as his all too rapidly softening shaft slipped from her marehood, he pushed himself up with trembling arms to look down at the creamy mess of her marehood. A mixture of stallion semen and a mare's squirting ejaculate drooled down her lips, which still winked faintly as if a part of Anna still wanted more.

He groaned, ears twitching, and scooped a finger through the mess, bringing it to his lips for a tentative lick. It tasted as sweet as Anna and he curled his lip back to better appreciate it. For a moment, he wondered what would happen – it was not as if he had used a condom, after all – and then decided in the next moment that it didn't matter. He was too tired to care and, truly, would a foal be such a bad thing? He'd always wanted children. Christian guessed he wouldn't be able to have that now, not with his new body. But a foal? His head fogged over, reality slipping into the imagined as he rested on top of Anna's stomach, taking strength from her sleepy warmth.

“I am yours and you are mine..." Anna nuzzled his cheek. “My stallion."

The equine nodded faintly as he laid his head back down, unconsciousness creeping upon him with blissful certainty.

The last thought he had before slipping into sleep was that he would be exceptionally happy to be Anna's stallion for forever and a day, if only she would have him.

Nothing could have been better.