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The car rocks back and forth as it traverses the bumpy road. It left the highway a long while ago and the roads became increasingly uneven the longer the ride continues. You have no idea how long you've been traveling, but it feels like hours. The satin material of the blind fold across your eyes is comfortable despite you wearing it for so long and the note you find with it on the backseat was very clear.

“Put this on and do not remove it until instructed.”

You shiver, more from creeping anxiety than the air conditioning lightly blowing into the backseat. The driver hasn't spoken a single word to you, silently whisking you away to an unknown destination. To him.

You actually initiated the chat that sent you down this path. Was it fate, destiny, or somehow his inexorable will working within you before you even engaged with him?

You had joined FetLife to explore your urges. Feelings that you had been ashamed of, hiding them from friends and family. But they were there and you could not deny them. Maybe if you found like minded people they could help you find the acceptance you craved and indulge you in ways that would finally make you feel complete. You joined groups, followed strangers that listed similar interests in their profile and that's how you stumbled into him.

His profile picture was an anthro tiger, but black fur instead of orange or white. You were eager to make furry friends so you browsed his profile. His profile was sparse, brand new, but contained those tags that gave your body a small tingle. Maybe he can give you what you've been longing for or maybe he could at least be a friend with interests you can't share with those around you. You never realized how much more he was going to be to you.

You slid into his DMs with a simple “hi” and asked him what he was looking for and within minutes he was taking ownership of you. He called you “cutie” and “pony” then came the first role-play. It was intense, sexual and amazing. He took you for a ride and told you to cum all over your hooves, which you eagerly did. At the end of the session, you could practically feel him with you leaning in close and whispering “I'm going to call you Apollo.”

Looking back, that was it. The moment you knew you wanted nothing more than to be his horse, his Apollo. Afterwards, he continued to message you. Sometimes sexual but also often just to see how you were doing. He took genuine interest in what you enjoyed and always wanted to know more about you.

The role-play continued, hot and heavy. You loved imagining that you were Apollo. Living only for pleasure, no human thoughts or responsibilities. You longed to get yourself closer to that ideal, to truly be Apollo.

You confessed your longing to him, then he responded

“If that's what you truly desire, then I will make it so. But you must be completely sure, there would be no going back.”

At first you thought it was another roleplay, but something about the phrasing seemed like it could be true. Or you just wanted it to be true. Either way you eagerly agreed, with an adorable neigh. His next message made your heart pound.

“Good pony. Tomorrow morning a car will arrive. You will get in it and follow the instructions left on the seat. I must go now to make preparations, but tomorrow your current life will end and your new existence as Apollo will begin.”

He logged off immediately, not allowing you the opportunity to ask questions. Your mind raced, “what did it mean?” You'd never met up with someone in person before that you'd met online. Was he going to take you somewhere? What was he going to do?

The possibilities flowed through your head. The worst case scenarios rushed to the front. “He's actually a serial killer and he's going to murder me!” your brain yells. But what if it's not? What if it's everything you hoped for? Isn't this what you truly wanted for yourself?

There were no answers to be found and you spent the night restlessly waiting for the morning.

When it came, you met it bleary-eyed and still conflicted. You drew back the curtains of your window and looked out on the street. There, parked directly in front of your home was a black luxury sedan with a man dressed in a black suit wearing mirrored aviator sunglasses standing like a statue staring directly back at you.

You stifle a nervous whinny, whatever this is, it's happening and you have to make a decision. Get into the car to possiblity or hide inside until it leaves, maybe closing that door forever.

“We're here, please exit. You can take off the blind fold.”

You startle back to the present moment. In your reverie of how you got here you didn't even realize the car had stopped. Beyond the curt nod this man had given you when he held the door open as you entered the vehicle, this was the first time he addressed you. You slip the blindfold off your head and look up to the front seat. The driver's face is expressionless and his eyes are hidden behind the mirrored sunglasses. He is clearly waiting for you to exit and isn't going to speak again.

You gingerly open the door yourself and begin to climb out. Your legs are stiff from the long ride when you are suddenly blinded by the brilliant sun that had been muted by the car's tinted glass. It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust, as they do you can finally take in the scene before you.

An endless sea of rolling green hills, punctuated by the occasional copse of trees. The wind gently caresses your face, warm and inviting, carrying the sweet subtle scent of grass. It's Paradise.

The car pulls away, quick and efficient, leaving you alone in the ideal pasture. You still have no idea what's happening, where you are, and the only means of escape just pulled away, but in that moment you only feel peace as if the meadow was filling your mind with calm. You revel in the splendor stretching out before you, closing your eyes and thinking to yourself “No matter what happens next, just being in this place was worth the risk.”

“I gather you like it?” A voice calls out from behind you. You spin toward the sound, you were sure there was nothing and no one around when you stepped out of the car. But there he is, standing ten feet from you. You've never seen him before, not in real life, but you know it is him. The man who organized all of this, who had been fulfilling your needs and desires for months from afar. Now he stood in front of you, your online role-play partner. Your King.

He towers in the field, both his physical form and his presence. He stands at six foot two, his dark hair cut short and professional. A well groomed goatee adorns his face, accentuating his sharp features and piercing, dark eyes. He's dressed simply but well, his black t-shirt cut tight against his frame, complimenting his well muscled torso. His exposed forearms are thick and crossed with veins, you can see a colorful tattoo of a tiger bursting from the waves on his left side. Despite being encased in quality denim jeans, the thickness and definition of his legs are still apparent.

You can feel the power emanating from him, more than just his obvious physical strength. You know inherently that he could overwhelm you in an instant. You are struck silent and immobile for the briefest moments until you meet his eyes. Kindness and caring pour out of them, calming the heart beating out of your chest.

“I can tell you're excited but that can wait “ he says with a wry smile and a downward glance at your crotch. In your indecision and haste to leave this morning you never changed out of your pajama bottoms which are now tented with the hardest erection you've ever had

“Fret not, my precious pony.” He continues, even as you feel the heat off your embarrassment on your cheeks. “I brought you here to make a choice, it is a simple but important one.”

You attempt to knod in understanding, despite not understanding anything. You are still in utter awe of the man before you, the impossible field in which you both currently stand, and the cryptic nature of his speech, yet you are completely taken by those eyes. They are strong, focused, clear, but also tender.

“You have two options: you can turn your back to me and you will be taken back to whence you came, no ill will befall you from this choice but you will never return to this place again. Or, you may choose to embrace me. The moment you do, I will truly be your King and you will remain here with me. In exchange for your fealty,I will reward you handsomely. First, by bestowing the form that truly matches your heart and second by giving you dominion over this place. It and all its denizens will belong to you.”

You don't fully comprehend what he's saying but it doesn't matter. You made your choice the moment you saw him, if given the opportunity you were always going to go to him, embrace him, belong to him.

You will your legs forward, the stiffness from the long drive ignored. You cross the gap between you in a mad rush and leap into his arms. He catches you, swinging you in a circle around him and then drawing you in close for a gentle embrace. You breathe him in and he smells like grass after the rain with a hint of spice, you could stay in his arms breathing that scent in forever.

“You chose well.”

He places you down to your feet as a comforting warmth envelops you.

“Time for you to take your true form. First, these garments must go, they are beneath your new station.”

Your clothes are gone. Just gone in an instant. You stand before him, completely naked, but you feel no shame or embarrassment. The warmth that you assumed was from his embrace continues to spread, reaching down to your bare toes, erasing any worry you might have had.

You start to feel your weight shift on your feet, almost like you're stretching up to be on your top toes. You feel your feet begin to change shape. It's not unpleasant, in fact it's becoming more enjoyable, like a sensual foot massage. You wonder why you're not panicking, you are standing in the middle of a field stark naked in front of a man you first laid eyes on today and your body is changing shape! But all you feel is the growing pleasure from the change itself and the kindness radiating from your King.

The changes continue, gradually moving up your legs, altering the structure of your stance. You pitch forward, losing balance, but your King is there to catch you.

“Easy now.” He coos into your ear. He holds you steady as the changes take hold in your hands. Your fingers merge and recede, creating a single large mass. From it grows a perfect dark hoof. You look down and back, your feet have already fully shifted into hooves and your legs bend at angles that could only be equestrian. White fur has sprung around the top of your back hooves and dark brown immediately above that reaching up past your knees.

With your front hooves formed, the King lowers your front half to the ground. Fur matching your back hooves quickly grows, creamy white at the base and dark brown stretching upward. The position is awkward at first but feels more natural in every passing moment.

You can't see the changes behind you but you can feel them. Your ass expands into powerful flanks, you can sense their strength and endurance. You could run for days at blinding speed with these. Your shoulders shift and gain muscles, better supporting your quadrupedal stance. Your torso lengthens and you feel your insides shift to accommodate your new diet of fresh grass and clover.

Then you feel it. Pressure at the base of your spine, it can only be your tail growing in. You moan in ecstasy as it pushes out over your rump. The pleasure is nearly overwhelming as it reaches its full length. You joyously swish your new appendage from side to side, instinctively knowing how.

The moment is short lived as you feel a new pressure underneath you. You can feel your testicles swelling. You quickly swing your head between your front legs to see it for yourself. They expand and grow heavy, hanging low from your body. The same dark chocolate brown fur rushes to cover them. The pleasure as they inflate is mind numbing, it feels like you are being overwhelmed by orgasm after orgasm just in your balls. Your entire body shudders in pleasure as you feel them filled with more semen than you could have produced in your entire former life.

Just as you feel like you're going to pass out from the pleasure you feel two strong hands reach under your chin and pull your head up.

Standing before you is no longer a man, but a massive black horse. Not a true horse like you are becoming, anthropomorphic standing upright on his back hooves. He's even taller now but it's hard for you to gauge in your new position. His muscles bulge, even bigger than before. His enormous black frame is completely naked before you, his fur shining in the sun but so black it almost swallows the light hitting it completely.

He pulls your face up to look into his long equine visage. A long black mane blows behind his head, his muzzle is completely black like his body. He stares into you with those same dark, intensely kind eyes. You are nearly overcome again by his beauty.

“Almost done, pony.” He whispers.

You feel the change take hold in your face. Your nose and mouth push out and your vision shifts. You see so much more around you. You feel the pressure as your ears move upward and lengthen into points. They twitch and swivel on their own, hunting for sounds. Your scalp tingles as your mane grows to full length.

“You are just as beautiful as I thought you were going to be.”

He steps back and to the side, revealing a huge mirror that had not been there before. You take your first look at your new body and feel like weeping in joy, but it comes out as an elongated whinny.

The dark chocolate brown fur that you had glimpsed in your lower extremities now covers your whole body, shining in the sun. The only place it's not that color is just above your hooves and a perfect line of cream colored fur stretching from between your eyes down to the tip of your nose. You see your long, black mane waving in the wind and you neigh in delight.

You turn your head to your King to excitedly express your joy.

“Now you are truly Apollo, inside and out. Now must help you break in this new body of yours.”

His voice is full of humor and lust as he brings his hands back up to your muzzle. He leans in as you nuzzle into him. His smell fills your nostrils, the aroma is the same but so much more. The sweet grass and the pepper spice are there, but also he smells of safety, of home, and overriding it all is sex. His scent sends your brain reeling, as lust for him takes complete control. His hands stroke down your neck and his touch is electric against your skin. He deftly maneuvers down your side, his fingers tracing your new curves and muscles. You lose yourself in the bliss of being lovingly caressed so much that you don't even notice his hands moving beneath you until they are on your new, heavy scrotum.

He hefts your enormous nuts, one at a time, squeezing and teasing them in his hand. Then, you feel it, your first horse erection. Your cock grows stiff and needy, it's more intense than any arousal you felt before. Your giant shaft twitches under the careful manipulation of your balls. The need is all consuming, it's driving you crazy with lust. You have to drive it into something, anything!

“Easy Apollo, soon. But first the King must take his right.” He smacks your ass hard, but the thick skin covering your rump makes it feel more like a love slap. You snort in frustration, you have to mate. Your cock is so hard, demanding attention. His smell is maddeningly sexy, you have to have him.

You feel your tail lifted, then your ass cheeks spread as you snort and paw the ground. Then you feel lips on the sensitive skin of your anus and you nearly spill your load right then and there. The pleasure from his lips on your butt hole is beyond anything you've ever imagined. You look into the mirror that has somehow positioned itself perfectly for you to see him gently kissing your hole. It is glorious, the beautiful anthro black stallion eating out your behind sends you to a new level of pleasure.

When you feel his thick, equine tongue slip out of his mouth against your eager hole the neigh that escapes your muzzle could be heard for miles. You've never had your asshole licked before, not no human pleasure could ever compare to this. You push against his tongue, begging for more, and he obligates. His tongue slips in, stretching your hole as you grind against his muzzle. Truly, nothing could feel better than this.

His tongue slips out and you let out an exasperated snort. No. You need more, you were so close!

Then you feel it. His hands place themselves on either side of your ass and you feel pressure from something much larger than his tongue. You look back into the mirror and confirm it, he's positioning his anthro horse cock to drive deep into your backside. The site of him, your King, ready to claim you as his own fills you with pride and excitement. This is what you were meant for, who you truly are.

He pushes into you, slowly, firmly. Your eager hole, already loosened and lubed by his tongue, is filled by his massive dick. It stretches your anus so much that you surely think it will tear, but your ass gladly accommodates. Your body spasms in pleasure, fulfilling it's true purpose being fucked.

After filling your rectum with his full length, he begins to pump. Slowly at first, but each thrust comes faster and harder than the last. Every push in hits something inside you, something that releases a wave of pleasure every time. Each time he pounds his length into you causes an orgasmic feeling more intense than any you felt as a human, yet you know each one is only a small fraction of what's to come.

You feel your cock start to twitch and your balls contract as he pummels your ass with his cock. You are getting so close and you know he is too. All the thought is fucked out of your head. You only exist in this pleasure. It is too much, nothing else could possibly matter than your King taking you from behind.

You feel it. His cock twitches and his legs stiffen. You feel his hot cum coat your insides and as you do your own dick spasms uncontrollably. Rope after rope of sperm shoots from your rod as your balls contract again and again. Your entire body is alive in pleasure, as the orgasm roars over you like a raging river.

Neigh!!!!!!

You both whinny while gasping for air. Your body quivers in after shocks, the intensity of the orgasm having overloaded your entire system. You feel his half erect cock slip out from you and you feel slightly empty but still warm from his seed. Some of his cum dribbles out of your well used hole and you try to clench it shut not wanting to waste a drop.

He walks up the length of your body, keeping his hand against your skin as he moves as if to let you know he's still there. The magically shifting mirror is gone again as he comes up to your head. You nuzzle into him, spent and happy.

“Good job, Apollo. That was a good first ride.”

Neigh you whinny contently. You are Apollo and you are home.