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“Look Tim, I... I don't know how to feel about all this. I mean, this isn't something I ever thought possible, let alone would happen to me." Eric says, his hands nervously shifting against one another as he sits on my sofa.

“I know," I respond from beside him. “I'm so sorry that Shaun brought you into all this."

“I... thank you. I just... don't understand. Why would he do this?"

“He... he was always a lot more accepting of this than me, even before he got cursed. Maybe he wanted to bring another person into it?"

“Maybe, but... I sure as hell can't go back there. I mean, I took the job to get out of the city, but being around him, after what he's done? I can't..."

“Will you be going back to the city then?" I ask, placing a hand on his leg.

“Actually, I wanted to talk to you about that. I... I wanted to ask, if I could move in?" Eric asks, looking away after getting the words out.

“What?"

“I know we don't really know each other, but... I don't want to head back to the city and potentially risk turning. And I doubt a job would appreciate me leaving for the country every full moon, let alone keep me on for too long." Eric explained. “And... over the last few days I've noticed some... new interests..."

“For horses?"

Eric turns straight to me as I say this, before slowly nodding. “Y-yes, I... I've even found myself jerking off to the thought. I'm afraid that I may get desperate, and look up something online. It'd be... bad if I get found out, then turn in a cell. If I'm unlucky, I'd turn a whole prison before the guards can put a stop to it."

“Fuck..."

“I'm sorry, I wouldn't suggest it if I had anywhere else to go. And... by the sounds of it, you know how hard it can be."

I take a moment, taking it all in before speaking once more. “I do, fuck do I... I guess, I could let you move in."

Eric cheers up at this and hugs me, giving me a kiss as he pulls away. “Thank you! Seriously, I'll be the best roommate, I'll help out as best as I can."

“G-good," I say, blushing as Eric stays half-wrapped around me. “But we do need some ground rules."

“Of course."

“First, the horses are off limits outside of the full moon. It's only then when we can't resist our urges."

“Of... course." Eric responds, seemingly disheartened.

“Look, I'm not saying we can't jerk it to them, or even do it while watching them. But... they're beasts, and outside of the full moon, we aren't."

“I guess I get it."

“Secondly, I expect some help around the farm, as payment for upkeep. Outside of food, gas, electricity, and water, I don't expect you to cost me too much, so it won't be too much work."

“Of course."

“And thirdly, keep away from Shaun's farm. Now that you're cursed, he might try something to get you involved in one of his schemes."

“He didn't need me cursed to do that..." Eric murmurs.

“Yeah," I respond, Eric moving over me as he hugs me in full force. “Hey... you ok?"

“I... thank you Tim..."

Wrapping my arms around his back, I hug him properly. “No worries."

Eric shifts and presses his lips against mine, kissing me hungrily once more. The act is hot, passionate, and unbelievably intimate. I respond in kind, finding myself not really caring about the sudden change of situation. I was this horny after my first few moons, being controlled by new emotions, new hormones. Eric pulls away after a minute or two of kissing, moving his lips to my ear.

“Please Tim... be my stallion..." he whispers, moving to kiss my neck.

I move to unbuckle his jeans, quickly pulling them down off of his plump rear. Once achieved, I grope his ass, before kneading his hot flesh. “Of course, my pony..."

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(Four weeks later)

“Mmmph, it's so big..." Eric half whispers, licking his lips. “Bigger than I thought it'd be..."

“Think you can handle it?" I ask into his ear, smiling widely as I grope his butt with my free hand.

“I don't know, I think I'll need some help."

“Here, I'll lend you a hand."

Holding onto the cocktail stick, I move the speared, full-sized sausage to his lips. Eric blushes as he engulfs it, taking a good portion of the meat before it hits the back of his throat. I push the last of it into him, the upper part of his neck bulging as the sausage enters his throat. He closes his lips and I pull the cocktail stick, the sausage staying in his mouth.

After pulling the wooden stick out from Eric's mouth, he holds for a moment, before gulping the meat down whole. With a gasp, he looks towards me, blushing deeply. I kiss him deeply, tasting the sausage on his lips. Shifting, Eric turns fully towards me, hugging me as I make out with him. We both slip our tongues into the other's mouths, my hands moving to his back, groping him passionately. Time slips away a little as we embrace each other, only being brought back to reality when we pull away from the kiss.

“Fuck... I love that you can do that, sweetie." I purr, smiling a little as I press his butt against the kitchen counter.

“Practice makes perfect, and you've certainly given me a lot of practice, Stallion." Eric purrs, moving to my neck, inhaling my scent softly.

“Someone's affectionate."

“Just feeling a extra affectionate tonight..." He says, keeping his head in the crook of my neck.

“Is it because of... later?" I ask.

“Tim... you know I don't like to talk about that..."

“I... know sweetie..." I hold him a little tighter.

“Can we just enjoy tonight?"

“Sure, how about a movie?"

Eric nods but stays still against my body. “What did you have in mind?"

“How about a werewolf movie?" I ask, trying to lighten the mood.

With a slight groan of annoyance, he presses a scrunched up fist against my chest. It's most certainly a mock action, followed by a small laugh. “You're a jerk..."

“Mmm, and here I was planning on making popcorn, the toffee kind you like."

“Certainly a jerk," Eric says as he pulls half away, looking into my eyes.

I give him a kiss. “I love you Eric."

“Love ya too." Eric pulls me into a full hug, pressing his head against my chest. “I... I'm scared..."

“I know, sweetie... It'll be ok, I promise."

“But you can't know that. I... we couldn't control ourselves last time."

“As long as we steer clear of the barn, we shouldn't do anything we wouldn't normally do."

“That's not what I'm worried about, what if one of us gets hurt?"

“That could never happen sweetie, I could never hurt you."

Eric chuckles softly, rubbing his face against my chest softly. “I like you just assumed I couldn't hurt you."

“Hmm, you could give it a try."

“Nuh-uh..."

“Exactly, now, how about you get the table set up? I'll bring the food in."

Eric nods, but doesn't move.

“Sweetie, you're gonna have to let go..."

“Mmm... you smell too good..."

“Wh-what?"

“Don't make me admit it again..."

I take a moment, resting a hand against the back of his head, softly pressing him against me. Eric sighs at this, taking in my scent over and over. It's not too different to how I was near my first couple of transformations, the more... animalistic urges being fresh and large inside me. Only having mellowed out in the last month or two. But having him against my chest, nose taking in my musk. I feel the horse in me rise, bubbling closer to the surface.

It's something I've grown used to, and I instinctively push it back down, feeling it resist me. It wants out, to be free and take control of me. It does only get one night a month, and wants to make the most of it. But I know better than to give it any ground, keeping the equine urge at bay. Eric finally pulls away from me and kisses me once more, moving out of the hug and shifts to the table, setting it up.

I take another moment before making us both a plate of food; sausages, mashed potatoes, gravy, a couple of Yorkshire puddings, sweetcorn, peas, and some stuffing. Placing the plates down, we start to eat, silence falling over us as we delve in. Every once in a while, I notice Eric give the sausages a slightly disgusted look, before taking one into his mouth and eating it. I get it, meat always feels a little iffy on the full moon. Maybe it's some sort of preparation our bodies go through beforehand.

Despite his reluctance, he finishes his plate, pushing it away with a hand. I move to him and give his forehead a kiss, before picking up his plate with mine, taking them to the sink before returning. He's standing, hands at his stomach in discomfort, obviously nervous, shifting his weight from foot to foot. Looking around a little, it seems like he's trying to calm himself, but failing at it. I instinctively move over to him and wrap my arms around his midsection, bringing him into a hug.

“I can feel it... feel... him..." Eric says, whimpering softly.

He doesn't need to say anything more, I already know what he means. It's something I feel too, even after all these moons. Somehow, it feels as though I can feel the one who gave me the curse. The horse that cursed me seems... different than the rest of us, as though whatever he, it was, is something completely alien to us. As though he was completely consumed by the curse, and now cannot turn back to be human. Or at least, that's the only explanation for what the creature was.

“It's ok sweetie, it's gonna be just fine." I whisper into his ear, trying my best to comfort him. “We've still got a few hours, it never comes early."

“But... he wants to..."

“The curse won't, trust me, I've never known it to come early." I tell him, picking him up in a fluid motion. Eric makes a noise of surprise as he is taken up into my arms, being carried over to the sofa. “Now, you're gonna be a good foal, and relax, ok? I'm gonna put the movie on, and we can just take some time for the two of us."

Eric slumps onto the couch, nodding softly as I quickly follow him onto the fabric. We're both laying sideways, facing towards the TV. I turn it on and snuggle back up against Eric, moving his arms around me. He nuzzles me softly, his nose pressing up against my neck. I just let him sniff away this time, the movie playing in the background. As time goes on, Eric seems to get into it more and more. But about halfway through the movie, I look back at him, finding him sickly looking. Sweaty, slightly clammy, the sight takes me by surprise, I pull back slightly.

“E-Eric, are you ok?" I ask.

“Yeah... I'm all good, I... just need..." Eric's voice trails off as his hands moves across my chest.

I move off of the couch, and turn back to him. “No, sweetie, you look sick, you're burning up. Are you sure you're ok?"

“I'm sure... it's just the curse."

“It can't be, it's way too early for that."

Eric groans out as he slowly grinds into the air, shifting onto his front, now dry humping the fabric underneath him. Lifting his upper half, Eric almost seems to growl as he bares his teeth. I take a step or two back from him, watching him jerk his hips downwards. His breath becomes deeper, harder, huffing out as he looks towards me.

“It's... definitely... the... curse..." Eric groans out, shifting a leg and revealing his crotch.

A bulge has formed between his legs, much larger than normal, pushing down his pant leg. I realise that he's right, the curse having started sooner than I thought possible. Eric slowly tries to stand up from the couch, and I go over to help him, not able to do anything past giving him a shoulder to lean on. Once he's on his feet, Eric grabs onto his junk and begins to massage his length, moaning out with lust.

“This... shouldn't be possible..." Eric groans, a worried undertone to his voice.

“Sweetie, you should really try and get undressed, you're gonna rip through your trousers..." I respond, shifting to his front, going to my knees as my hands go to his belt buckle, trying my best to help him any way I can.

“Mmmph... you feel really good sweetie..."

“Please, f-focus."

Eric groans out in pain, his hand not leaving his length. “Fuck... it hurts! B-but... still feels good..."

Letting out a long moan, he continues to massage his length, seemingly making it grow even more. His denim trousers strain to keep the cock held within. I try and open his zipper, my fingers trembling as I do so, unable to really make any progress. Eric continues to groan out in pain, gritting his teeth.

“Please! H-hurry! It hurts so much!" He calls out, bending over slightly.

My hands grip his front and do my best to rip his trousers open, managing to do so. Once this is done, I do my best to feed his length out of his front. It's now that I realise that he's still flaccid, the amount of growth that's happened has been while he's still soft. Despite the situation, I can't help but feel my mouth water at the sight, feeling guilty at my horniness. Once the soft length is free, the skin starts to darken, continuing to grow as it morphs.

“This shouldn't be possible." I say, unable to keep from moaning slightly. “It's not even close to the moon's peak..."

“Please Tim... I'm so hot! My... heart's racing!" Eric calls out, bending over even more.

“C-calm down, I'm gonna try and help."

I move my hands to his length, wrapping my fingers around his shaft as I start to jerk him off. He lets out a moan as his cock grows even further, getting harder in my grasp. This seems to calm him down a little, trembling at my touch. My hands barely manage to fit around his girth, making my mouth water slightly as it continues to grow in my grasp. The air slowly fills with the scent of horse, the masculine musk of a stallion, becoming thick and stale, similar to a horse stall on a hot summer's day.

“What are... a-are you... d-doing?" Eric asks, his voice becoming deeper, slightly distorted.

“I'm sorry Eric, I can't control myself..." I half murmur, jerking my hands up and down his length, worshipping his larger than life cock.

With each heartbeat through his cock seems to change his length a little more, growing a bit bigger, becoming just a little more equine-like. His tip slowly spreads out, becoming the familiar blunt flare that I've grown to love. As his length grows more and more, Eric shivers, almost as though he's cold. Watching the growth of his groin, his balls rip his trousers open, the last strings of fabric lasting only a second or two longer before finally snapping. This reveals his dark skinned ball sack, matching the skin of his changing length.

I release his cock and move forward, burying my face into the skin between his cock and balls. Surrounding myself with his skin, his heat... his musk, I inhale his scent as deep as possible. The first hit of his masculine smell has my head swirl, becoming dizzy from the strength of his musk. But this doesn't stop me from taking in his scent again, and again, and again.

Having his smell permeate my lungs, I realise that I'm addicted to his sweaty orbs and cock, their heated scent washing away the fiery need inside of me. With each intake, I'm satisfied a little more, Erik squirms around me, his body seemingly giving into his urges. I realise after a few more lungfuls of his sweat, that I recognise the smell of him. Somehow... it's Clydesdale, having only smelled it a few times, I took me a moment to distinguish it from Eric's scent.

“Oh Tim..." Eric moans out. “You're... you're making me feel really good."

I pull away from him just enough to let out a few words. “In... heaven... fuck!"

Without another thought, I bury my face back into his engorged genitals, unable to keep myself away from him for too long. All other thoughts melting away, only leaving behind one single urge. I need to stink of him, of his balls, of his cock. So that everyone knows who fucks me... who owns me. Not caring what others think of me.

I find myself not really caring why he's started early, or his distinctive size. Maybe it's a new strain, a mutation... Honestly, I don't care at all. All that matters is the cock in front of me, the scent that now clings to my face, the equine sweat that pours down onto my skin. Erik bends forward a little, before pulling back, falling onto his back. This unintentionally pulls his crotch away from, making me actively whimper. I feel embarrassed at the sound I make, but then again... it turns me on knowing how much I need it.

“Oh fuck... Tim... I can't... control myself..." Eric moans out, his cock slapping softly against his cheek. “My body... NEEDS more!"

Hearing him admit his need turns me on even more, and is pushed even further as Eric takes his cock into his own mouth. It seems impossible for him to take such a large dick, but somehow, he gulps down the musky length. Inch after inch disappears into his mouth, and then his gullet. I can only watch as his face turns to one of pure bliss, as if nothing else in the world matters, other than the horse cock he now gets to suck on.

“Fuck..." I manage to half-whisper, getting onto all fours as Eric moves further back, revealing his backside and thighs. “Focus on that, big boy. Let daddy do the rest."

Eric moans out a response, only to take another inch of cock as his face moves down a little. I move forward, pulling his ripped and tattered trousers off with slow glee, flinging them to one side. This reveals his plump rump, the one that I've pounded countless times over the last month. Unable to resist my urges, I bury my face into the cleft of his ass, rubbing my face from side to side as I push my head further.

At this, Eric pulls his head back, letting his cock out of his mouth with a gasp. His butt clamps down onto my head, keeping me tightly in place. My hands go to his ass cheeks, trying to pull them apart, slowly stopping as the scent of his ass overpowers me, lulling me back into a lust fuelled haze. I moan and huff as Eric shifts around me, keeping me as his own little ass sniffer.

“Oh god... Tim, I can... feel something! It... it's coming!" Eric calls out, his butt clamping even harder on me.

With this, I can feel Eric's ass start to change and shift around my head. It begins to bulge out, engulfing my head fully, fur beginning to form out from his sphincter. His hole is the only thing left without any fur on it, the rest of his ass being covered in shorter, coarse fur, insolating the heat and sweat. The mixture of these makes my mind dull once more, leaving me a butt sniffing slut, pushing my head upwards, grinding myself against his hole and up to his taint.

I repeat this action countless times, sniffing my way to scent based bliss. I can feel the building of muscles around my head, the pressure of his clamped ass cheeks growing in kind. This slows my movements, until I'm completely locked in Eric's butt. Leaving me unable to do anything other than lick his ass, and huff the brilliant stallion musk. My chin gets tickled as the long, luscious hair of his horse tail grows, making me shift and giggle as it tickles me.

Eric's asshole begins to pucker up against my face, the sphincter clamping down before releasing, almost as though it's making a kissing motion. With each repeated action, it slowly pushes outwards, plumping up more and more. As it forms the standard equine shape, I plant my nose against his hole, and inhale deeply, taking in his raw scent. I let out a long, drawn out moan on my breath out. After a moment, I return to rimming his hole.

Wrapping my lips around his doughnut, my tongue digs into his hole, creating a makeshift suction cup. I tug at his hole slowly at first, massaging his sphincter masterfully. With each passing moment, I glaze his doughnut more and more with my saliva, tasting his every strengthening musk. It almost gives me a high as I gulp down his taste. As a minute or two passes by, I tug back hard enough to 'plop' my lips away from Eric's hole, my tongue snacking out of his hole slowly. Before I can feel the slight colder air, I go back and return my lips and tongue to their previous places.

Pain begins to form between my legs, my balls aching as the pain spreads out across my body. It focuses on my ass, legs and spine at first, a burning agony that acts like a fire inside of me. Moaning out into Eric's equine bubble butt, taking enough of my attention to make me stop my oral crusade. I groan in pain, Eric's voice rumbling out, bringing me somewhat back from the agony.

“T-Tim... why... why'd you sto-o-op?" He whines, wiggling his backside, as to tempt me back into action. “Make horse feel good!"

His words seem to become more basic as his lust take control of him, the equine portion of his mind clouding any higher thought. I try to go back to pleasuring him, finding it harder than ever to focus on him. After a few moments, I feel my own lust begin to overcome me, my mind fogging over, leaving me a mixture of pain and pleasure.

“H-horsie... must breed..." Eric moans out, shifting above me as he pulls away from me. It takes me a moment before I realise that he's thrusting, over actually moving forward. He thrusts more and more, seemingly unable to actively move himself, he uses the friction from the carpet underneath himself to get off. “Must... breed... must... breed..."

I pull away a little and try to stand, finding my legs shaky and unsteady. Taking a moment, I manage to steady myself as best I can. My ass and thighs begin to grow as I watch Eric thrust against the ground. Peeling off my shirt slowly, I realise just how drenched in sweat I am, most of it probably not mine. Once it's off, all I can do is huff as my trousers grow tight around my ever growing waistline. Looking down at my expanding butt, I bite my lower lip in need, knowing what happens next.

“Fuck... gonna rip... through...“

I can't help but moan as I feel my jeans resist more and more, until finally, I feel relief as the sound of ripping hits my ears. My trousers burst open, revealing my ass to the room. Strands of fabric are the last to go, before my lower body is let out, jiggling slightly in the air. With the pressure now released, I groan a little in pleasure, a hand going over my rump, taking in the soft yet muscular skin. This turns me on, groping myself as though I'm just another needy foal.

I feel my cock grow at the attention I'm giving myself, even without looking, I can tell that it's started its own transformation. Being confirmed as my free hand goes to it, jerking off my semi-erect, partially changed cock. I give into the urges, the love of horses that permeates my very being now. Huffing out, my hips buck into my hand, as though thrusting into a willing hole.

“Fuck... fuck! Me! Tim... f-fuck... me!" Erik calls out, his voice even deeper somehow. “Fuck! My! Tight! Ass!"

I look over to him as he does so, finding him even more equine-like, his lower half now mostly horse. It shakes side to side, his eyes filled with need and lust. I've seen the same look in so many mares, that craving, that primal urge to fuck, to get filled with horse. Who am I to deny such a good foal? He's being so nice in begging for a cock up his ass.

“Plough! My! ASS! Please!" Eric continues, his voice seemingly becoming more uncontrollable. Soon enough, his words just turn to bestial sounds. Only able to communicate his desire by pushing his fat, Clydesdale sized rump into the air. His plump doughnut is revealed every time he pushes back, clamping as though he's already milking a stallion.

“I'll... I'll fuck you foal..." I say, gritting my teeth slightly as I move closer to him. “Only because you're so fucking needy. Although I doubt I'll feel much. That ass of yours probably won't feel tight till I fully change."

Eric makes another couple of sounds, almost sounding like 'Good enough!'.

I draw ever closer to his equine ass, planting a hand either side of his rump, groping the warm fur. At my touch, Eric's ass clamps slightly, followed quickly by his shirt ripping off of him. Looking over his ass, I find his neck lengthening, his eyes rolled up into his skull as a guttural neigh escapes his throat. Bones crack and shift as the changes move up his neck, only making him sound out his primal pain and pleasure into the room.

Moving back to his rump, I pull his ass cheeks apart and am met with a face full of his musk. This makes my cheeks blush deeply as I inhale his scent, being pulled towards the cleft of his ass. His cheeks surround me as I plant my face firmly against his hole and taint, rubbing myself against the equine scent. This makes my, almost fully, equine partner let out another sound, much closer to a call of lust. My hands go down to his orbs, grabbing onto them and squeezing them tightly, making Eric moan even more. They feel as big as my head at this point, and just filled to the brim with horse spunk.

He starts to thrust against the floor once again, primal grunts of pleasure filling the room. Massaging his balls, I work his sweat covered hole and taint as best I can, feeling his nuts churn with need. This continues for a moment before I move my hands back up, digging my fingers deeper into his hole before stretching him out. Eric's voice doesn't have any hint of humanity in it any more, even though I can tell the intention in it. He's getting closer to cumming, I can almost feel it in his body, the way it's trembling.

Pulling my face away from his ass, knowing horse asses can have a death grip when they cum. I look down between his back legs, and find his cock and balls fully transformed, and bigger than anything I thought possible. His tip is almost fully flared, and bigger than most, if not all, other horses I've seen. The sight makes my mouth water as Eric flings his changing head back, calling out as he finally cums. As he finally releases, the walls rattle from his neighs, and the among of cum he's shooting out. Ropes of horse cum flies across the room, thick, sticky, and beyond anything I thought humanly possible. Or even anything possible from a horse.

As Eric relieves himself across most of the room, I can feel my hips begin to realign, spreading out and becoming firmer in their stance. My own cock and balls are getting closer to becoming like his, matching my growing lust. I moan out as my lower half becomes more and more equine like, tail growing, bones moving, shifting, and braking as it matches Eric's.

He doesn't stop thrusting as he cums, moaning out as he empties his balls. It takes longer than expected for him to finally slow down, and even longer for his orgasm to end. Leaving him a huffing mess, standing on all four hooves, looking back at me. He shakes his backside once again, moaning out once again. His head seems to be fully horse now, Clydesdale to be specific, which explains his size.

Moving closer to him, I relent and lay my upper body over Eric, my crotch lining up with his backside. With my cock now equine, and large, I press myself against his cleft, running my length up and down his ass. He's still wet with sweat and saliva, making it nice and easy to hot-dog his backside. His hole occasionally suction-cups on my length, before letting go with a wet 'plop'. Looking down Eric's side, I see him dribble cum, his cock still hard.

“Such a good foal... do ya need me?" I ask, not really in the right mind to come up with anything smarter.

Eric neighs in response, seemingly positive.

“I'll... be nice and rough."

With this, I angle and push myself into his hole, my blunt tip finding resistance from his doughnut. Taking a moment to properly give it a go, Eric's ass finally relents and spreads open, letting me glide right into him. Thanks to my equine length, and with my tip now inside him, I can just slide into him without much trouble, feeling his bowels spread around my cock. I throb into his ass, spurting some pre-cum into his butt.

Eric moans out as his body trembles around me, moving backwards to try and take more of my shaft. Inch after inch of my cock sinks into his ass, his insides milking me as I do so. It doesn't take long for my inner thighs to actually press up against his plump rear, my length fully inside of his tight hole. I let out a long groan, shifting slightly above his body, feeling him tremble under me.

“Fuck... Eric... you feel so good..." I moan out, wrapping my arms around his upper body as best I can.

Eric barely lets out a sound of acknowledgement before his legs give out and he collapses to the side, bringing me down somewhat with him. I manage to mostly keep my composure, now laying over his side. Placing my hands on the his side of his forward leg, I watch as Eric lifts his head a little, looking back at me for just a moment, before slumping back down with a grunt. I can't help but let out a small giggle, huffing as my cock shifts around his insides.

“Such a pampered mare, expecting me..." I huff out, “to fuck you, any way you wish..."

“Mmmph..." Eric huffs out.

I grunt as more pain radiates through my upper half, signalling the change in the upper half of my body. Sweat begins to pour down my forehead, my fingers digging into Eric's shoulder. Grunting heavily, I try my best to focus on Eric, on his body, as my upper body starts to change. I groan loudly, trying to form words, only succeeding in making meaningless sounds for a few moments. Taking a bit before finally being able to speak actual words.

“E-Eric... you... feel... so... good..." I say, trembling as I try to keep myself under control.

My hips start to move on their own, instinctively pushing out and back into his hole. His hole clamps down on me with every pull out, milking my length as best he can. Having him take me so easily, it almost feels wrong not to give him what he craves. Or at least, that's how my body feels, acting on it's own accord.

Fur and muscle grow through my upper half, my arms turning equine just like my legs have done. All I can do is thrust as I feel my body finish its transformation. Having done my so many times before, it almost feels natural to go through it. It still hurts, the bones still shift, brake and morph. But pleasure seems to drown it out more than anything else. Shoulders follow suit, and then my neck, and finally my head, making me fully horse.

As the transformation finally finishes, I almost cum straight here and now. But with a groan, and a good amount of restraint, I manage to just keep myself on this side of cumming. I huff heavily, my nostrils flaring with the breath in and out. My thrusts become a lot more rhythmic, methodical even. Trying my best to make sure this lasts as long as possible.

After a few moments, having a good foothold inside his ass, I feel something a little harder within his soft bowels. Taking a moment to properly process it, it feels like a large bulb of muscle inside his backside. It takes me a little to long to realise that this is his prostate, almost feeling Eric's cock swing back and forth under him, hard and heavy from the pleasure. Knowing where his pleasure button is, I now angle myself to better pleasure Eric.

I want to make sure to my mare enjoys this as much as I do. Not using words, but giving this big dicked mare what he craves; a literal ass full of stallion cum. My balls slam against his taint, nice and hard, giving Eric even more pleasure. Each thrust into the horse's ass chips away at my resolve, taking me closer to my edge.

The night before, if I had been offered a chance to release my seed up some stallion's arse, I'd have declined. But now? I'd give everything to do what I'm about to do. It's almost surreal, my balls slapping against Eric's taint, my cock ever deeper in his rear. I can feel my tip flare inside the stallion's rump, pulling on his bowels on my thrusts out, before slamming forwards once more.

I give in finally, raising my head to neigh out my triumph. My orbs pull up against my body, shooting my pearly white cream into my mate's backside. Eric neighs out too, not cumming himself, but just sharing in my bliss. I would have felt him cum, his ass being surprisingly predictable in that regard. And although I would have loved to feel his ass milk me as I pour my seed into him, just having a warm hole to breed is enough to me.

Letting out a long whinny, I process my orgasm as best I can as it's followed by a whinny from Eric's own lips. I almost go cross-eyed from the bliss coursing through my length, mind going blank before slowly regaining my mental faculties. Taking my time to properly shoot my load into his rump, I slowly pull away from Eric's ass, my length sensitive from recent activities. I shiver as my head 'plops' from his ass, shaking my head to try and reset my nerves.

Standing up fully, I look over Eric's body as he shifts under me. Taking a few steps back as he moves, I give him the space needed to do whatever he has planned. I watch as he rolls onto his back, showing off his erect cock to me, still in need. Without a second thought, a smile rolls over my equine maw, revealing my glee. His length goes from between his flanks, all the way up to his lower neck, a true stallion in size.

'Such a naughty little mare, already knowing to present when horny. Even after relief.' I think to myself.

I move back over the horse, this time I place my cock and balls over Eric's head, with his own crotch under mine. With a small throb of my withdrawing length, I sit down onto my lover's face, grinding my ass up and down the underside of his muzzle. With a gleeful thought, I can't help but get turned on at the idea of rubbing my scent off on him. So the other mares would know who he belongs to.

Taking a moment, I lower my head and nuzzle Eric's lower cock, once more sniffing at his equine scent. I start to lick at his base, squirming slightly with his giant length in between our bodies. My tongue moves to his orbs, massaging his nuts with gusto. They taste as good as they smell, the stench of stallion pushing me further. My body acts as a masturbation aid for my partner, our chests rubbing against each other. The friction causing us both to moan and nicker in bliss.

My semi-erect cock helps a little in this regard, my own orbs hanging either side of Eric's shaft. His upwards thrusts causing his cock to jerk against my sack. It definitely feels good when he does this, despite it not being a direct act of pleasure. My nostrils flare once more as I worship his orbs, taking in his scent once again. No matter how many times I smell him, nor where my nose is pressed up against, I never tire of his musk, his scent...

I think I'm addicted to his musk, fully and completely addicted to it. My maw moves a little further, getting to his taint, continuing to lick, sniff, and huff at my partner's body. I take my time with the process though, even with his cock sandwiched between our hefty bodies. Wanting nothing more than to cause him as much pleasure as I can.

'So good!' I think to myself, huffing ever deeper.

With a moan out from my lips, I finally press my nose in between his ass cheeks, sniffing lung-fulls of scent. I love the size of my equine lungs, only so that I can take in his ever deepening musk. My tongue runs out from my maw, lapping against the doughnut shaped hole once more. Rimming the feral horse, I push my tongue deep into his rump. Eric moans out too as I do this, his own muzzle clamping down against my own ass. He does the same as I, licking, sniffing, and huffing at my ass. Indulging his own urges as have I. We rim each other, in a traditional 69 position, unable to resist any of our desires. His member throbs and pulsates ever stronger between us, showing off his continuing lust.

I can feel his flare grow against my own sack, unbelievably big as always it seems. I do feel some pride at this, getting my mate to such a state with nothing more than my nose and tongue. Eric moans out with pure bliss, huffing deeper, and stronger than ever. And then, Eric once more tenses up, his orbs pulling up against his body, as my nuts did not long before.

Huffs turn to nickers of pure bliss as Eric cums once more, emptying his balls again. He paints his own face, neck and upper legs in his own seed. Marking his fur, his body in his own stench. The same smell I am covered in, and adore. Even as his orbs empty, his body trembles, and lungs pulling air in as though he had run a marathon. I knew our knight was far from over. If my theory is correct, he's not going to be satisfied for a while.

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I re-join reality, waking up to the regular morning after the full moon. The ache of my joints, the slight... uncomfortable feeling my bones have. It's not really something that I can describe any other way. When your entire being shifts and forms into another being, coming to in your original form can be disconcerting. It's certainly not the first time I've woken up in such a state, not in my philological state, nor physically. Being in a thick puddle of horse cum, with Eric nearby, on his back, fully asleep.

He looks at peace, almost snoring in the same puddle of jizz. Although, I am surprised to see that he's still got his equine member, planted firmly, if still semi-erect, between his legs. I can barely process what I'm seeing as the man stirs. Eric slowly gets up, looking down at his large, throbbing horse cock. His face shifts from confusion, to shock, to sadness.

“Fuck... fuck! Why...? Why is it still here? This can't be happening!" He calls out, his hands going to his head as he starts to freak out.

Going over to him, I plant my knees either side of his length, sitting on his cock partially to keep it out of sit. I put my hands on Eric's shoulders. “Eric, Eric, look at me... focus on me..."

“It... it won't go away, why won't it stop?!"

“Shhh, shhh... it's gonna be ok, sweetie." I say, bringing him into a hug, placing a hand onto his hair, running it down his head repeatedly. “You're ok, you're ok..."

“It won't stop..." Eric whispers into my chest, shrinking slightly. “It's supposed to go away! Why won't it go away?"

“I don't know... I..." I say, taking a moment to think it over. “I think something... something changed when I gave you the curse. It might be a unique strain, this... this didn't happen with Mr Johnson."

“Why me? I... I don't want this! I don't want the curse, the fucking horse cock! I... don't want the attraction..."

“Sweetie... I don't think we can stop any of this. We can... I think we can only treat it as best we can."

“T-treat it...?" Eric asks, letting out a long, deep sigh.

“Yeah, our attraction to horses, your strain."

“How?"

“Well, dealing with one might help with the other, at least partially. I think you have increased hormones from the curse, too much to be processed in a single night. Maybe I can... help process your hormones."

Eric pulls away from my chest a little, looking up at me. “You... you want to make me cum?"

“Duh, I mean... look at ya, you're big, even for a horse."

“I thought it... it was wrong? I mean, we can't help during the night... but..."

“Well, you're human now, aren't you?"

“Yeah."

“And you need to release some stress, don't you?"

Eric blushes deeply. “Y-yeah..."

“Then we have a problem, and a solution. Now... how about we discuss how we'll sate our urges during the month?" I ask, grinding my bare ass along the top of Eric's hard cock.

“Mmmph... w-what did... you have in mind?" Eric asks as he tries to stand, but with most of his blood in his cock, he stumbles forward into my arms.

“Well, first, you're gonna stay right there and relax. Second," I say, pressing my ass down and really working his cock. “We have a barn full of stallions. If we were, let's just say, naked and bent over a fence, barrel... strategically placed box. And one of them happens to find us, and begins to mount... we wouldn't be in the wrong. Would we?"

“How..." Eric huffs. “Do you suppose that? I thought you were the one against this?"

“Well, yeah, I was. But if we don't instigate it, the horse would have the choice to do it or not to. And, it'd sate our cravings for horse. Mostly, I haven't figured out how we'd get the mares involved, ethically I mean."

“Maybe... we could be... naked against the wall. If they... back up against our... c-cocks, we... wouldn't be in the wrong."

“Mmm, I think you're getting my thought process." I say, wrapping my legs around his sack, jerking my ass back and forth rhythmically.

“But... only if they want it... right?"

“Of course, they'd be in control. Between moons, we'd be in service of them. They're the studs... and then at the moon..."

“We'd be the studs...?" Eric says, ending in a slight inflection, as if asking. He breaths deeply, sweat pouring down from his forehead and neck.

“Yeah, we would. We'd be beasts like them, so... they'd service us, we'd service them. It'd be a feral orgy."

“That... does sound really good."

I let out a small chuckle, shifting backwards on his cock. “Good, now bend over. I want you to imagine one of the stallions above you, kinda... mentally prepare yourself for the real thing."

“And how... would I 'simulate' him?" Eric asks, doing as I say and bending forward.

“You've got fingers, don't ya big boy?"

“Mmmph, I... I do..." Eric moans out, moving a hand to his ass, fingers digging into his own hole. “F-fuck... so good..."

Smiling, I pull myself off of his length, before moving to his tip, finding it throbbing and almost flaring. I place myself at the head of Eric's cock, knees at either side of his cock, watching the pulsating urethral opening with lust. Gulping any reservations down, I bend down and lock my lips around his opening, tongue rasping up against it. Licking the source of his pre-cum, I find it unbelievably salty, the pre is thick and trickles down my throat, giving me a full taste of his equine nature. I'm unable to pull myself away from him, indulging the urges that the curse has given me, the ones that have only grown over the months.

“Oh Tim... I'm working him..." Eric moans out, trembling in need. “Working his big... throbbing cock..."

'Good pony, work that stallion...' I think, falling back into the urges once more, knowing that my day is far from over.