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Trying to Understand

It had been obvious. The truth right in front of you this entire time. The harness. The horse play. The pet names. He’d been training you all this time. Filling your head with aspirations of this exact outcome.

You thought it’d just been some weird fetish for horses, but it was far more than that. When he first admitted that he was a bit kinkier in the bedroom than most, what with the leather and bondage, you’d assumed the big secret was up. An occasional bout of pony play? Sure!

But this wasn't just ‘play’ for him, no. Far from it. This was his reality. A life that he’d been helping coax you into, all this time.

He was a lot bigger when he ‘let his hair down’. Towering above you at eight feet tall, black shiny fur, muzzle and all. Your boyfriend tried explaining it to you early on after that first night, casually dropping words like ‘curse’ and ‘magic’. Apparently his parents didn't fully explain it to him until after he started showing signs. Puberty was bad enough already, and the thought of doubling down on this transitional period sounded like a nightmare.

It took you a moment to combine the less obvious pieces of the puzzle together. The way he jolted at loud and sudden noises. The drawer of baggy sweats with holes he had never seemed to wear. His entire diet suddenly clicked. That weird obsession with carrots, and how he often called them ‘unhealthy’. Who called carrots unhealthy?!

Horses did, apparently.

You wracked over the details of what you might have missed as he talked about the more serious matters of why this needs to stay private; how the government keeps records on all those afflicted. All the while you kind of zoned out, just watching his lips move. Jaw flapping as he talked, half shifted into what he called his ‘comfortable state’. Hairy. Muscled. Half muzzled with equine ears. You were freaking out on multiple levels.

You were confused. Sure, he was still your boyfriend. The same bad jokes, with the same sweet tooth. But suddenly he was far more than ‘just’ your boyfriend. The man in front of you was now this giant, massive, horse of a man. It was all so confusing. In the beginning, you kept replying with the same sentence. Over and over again.

“I don't know what to say.”

He’d assure you that you needn’t say anything. That things didn't have to change if you didn't want them to. But you knew in your heart that there was no way you could go about forgetting a thing like this. No way.

Through your fog, one truth seemed to ring clearest of all. It was a bit of an embarrassing truth, sure, but it was nice to grasp onto something solid. The truth was that he was still… Really handsome. Your boyfriend was suddenly bigger. Bulkier. Softer. It was like you’d just gained more boyfriend to love, and you quickly found your mind straying. All the puzzle pieces hadn’t really fit together yet, and you were starting to think that they wouldn't without a healthy bit of time and adjustment.

That first night together was ingrained in your mind. The way his tongue curled inside you. Those heavy grunts atop you as he opened you up. The way he licked at your neck, over and over again.

Shit. You were into this. It was more than just one night of passion. You were blushing at the sight of his naked body like you’d only met him once or twice before. That excitement you felt from those first few bathroom visits was back, and with it came a whole bout of nervous anticipation for what was to come. It was worth it in your mind. Right from the start. Sure. The cons to this relationship would reveal themselves over time. He was already as stubborn as a horse… But you didn't want to focus on the negatives. You wanted to find the pros. All of them.

Having a big, musclebound horse man as a boyfriend didn't sound so bad. That, and you were deeply curious to know more. To see more. He liked hearing that, ears perking up atop his head as he tentatively reaches out for you. You always let him pull you close. You let him touch you, and lip at you. And in return, you let yourself explore.

You stayed at his place for a week after that first discovery. You wanted to figure this whole thing out, to uncover how you really felt about all this. The pros, the cons, it didn't matter. You just needed to learn more.

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Conclusion 1 - It’s Not Just Human Or Horse

You always knew he was a bit of a nudist, but you hadn't really expected the reasoning to be as practical as it was. Your boyfriend didn't really stay one shape for long. Now that you knew his little secret, he explained that he was finally able to ‘let his hair down’ around you. Turns out the longer you hold it on one side of the spectrum, the more time you’ll be naturally spending on the other side. Once you realized that he’d been having to focus to keep himself fully human, you felt awfully guilty about those extended visits.

There were bits and pieces of his body that you could visually catch bulging at times. Resting on the couch watching a movie, when he ‘let his hair down’, you would catch his legs tense as they thickened, furred chest beneath you bulging. When he wasn't paying attention to it, his body seemed to naturally try to even out. Even if it was as simple as that, you still wondered how he managed to stay human while falling asleep. The answer was somehow simpler than you expected. You stay what you were when you fell asleep. Apparently, waking up was infinitely harder than going to sleep, as his body seemed quite ‘giddy’ in the morning to find its new average. Sleeping as a horse meant more time spent human later on, and the opposite was also true.

Those morning urges were hard to control with a muddled brain first thing in the morning, and he admitted to you that there were a few close calls on nights you’d stayed over. Now, he didn't have the need to hide these things from you. You’d kiss him awake in the morning, one hand running across his side as you feel his form thicken. Watching a man grow larger against you, cock swelling in size as it rubs between your thighs… hearing him moan as you let him grind and nicker. It was moments like these when he’d really get into it. Those heavy snorts against your ear as he pins you beneath him were amazing, and you were more than eager to let the strong man hold you down. Most mornings seemed to end with sticky sheets, your massive boyfriend clutching you close as he slowly cleans you up with that amazing tongue of his.

You knew you should have felt at least a little bit betrayed by his actions. How could he stay so long that way? How could he hold the truth from you? And yet, you found yourself blushing at the amount of resolve it must have taken him to stay human. He held back, a gentleman from the very beginning. Sure, your first encounters were still far from what you’d call ‘niceties’... But you were to blame for those meetups at the bathroom as well. And you’re still here, after all of that. Maybe if all of this doesn’t work out, sure, you might see things differently. But right now? His reservations and gentle pace were some of the sweetest gestures a man had ever done for you. Or, that just speaks on the type of guys you used to hang around before him. You don’t linger on those thoughts for long.

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Conclusion 2 - Diet and Physique Were Difficult

He drinks. So. Much. Water. Honestly, you hadn’t realized this until you actually started paying attention to his diet. You’d just assumed that the giant glass mug he had around the place was something he’d ‘eventually get around to’, but no. He chugs that pitcher in one sitting, then refills it and sets it back down. You didn’t know what was more surprising, the amount of water weight he packed on, or the face that he liked room-temperature water.

Soda was like some forbidden fruit to him. Apparently horses really liked sugar and salt, which made the carbonated drink all the more delectable to him. On one hand, he never allowed himself to drink it ‘in case he started to let himself go’. On the other hand, it was one of the easiest gifts to throw his way. A can of cola and he’d be swooning, grabbing at you and kissing like you’d just won the lotto for him. You do your best not to play that card too often though, mostly because of the way he tends to respond to the fizzy beverage.

The friesian has too. Much. Energy. There’s a reason he has an entire room dedicated to working out. The guy can’t sit still if he hasn’t worn himself out. Caffeine only exacerbates this problem, turning a relatively calm horse into a giddy, whinnying bundle of energy. It’s cute... Until he’s pulling you into the workout room to join him in his routine. Honestly, it’s the one big con you’ve found so far. You seriously can’t keep up with the guy. Sure, he doesn’t seem to mind it, but your body is screaming at you from all that exercise. Whenever you talk about how sore you are, he doesn’t seem able to relate. You can only begin to guess why. Maybe it's because his muscles are always changing and shifting, and your weak-ass arms have only just started curling in the last week or so.

And while yes, working out does tend to suck, it also is helping whip you into shape. You really don’t want to admit it to yourself, but this whole active lifestyle thing has been paying off in ways you didn’t expect. Getting up earlier in the morning, having more energy in class... Better sex. You could go on, but then you’d sound just as preachy as your boyfriend.

A part of you was disappointed to learn that being a… Horse thing… Didn’t just result in a studly body. Sure, it changed your proportions and bolstered your fitness, but it couldn’t just wash away a gut. Sometimes, when you look at yourself in a mirror, you imagine what you would look like underneath all that fur. Sometimes he catches you staring at yourself, and you wonder if he can tell that’s what you’re fantasizing about. He tends to keep to himself when you get introspective like this, and you do your part in not thinking too hard about why.

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Conclusion 3 - Carpets, Tiles, and Showers Each Have A Purpose

Horses have hooves, and your boyfriend’s are loud. The sound of his clipping and clopping atop the kitchen tile was quite loud, so he often kept his feet human atop them. On the contrast, he seemed to prefer having hooves. Even if his top half was completely normal, his lower half was far more likely to be quite equine. The carpet helped mute the sound of his heavy steps, and also explained the massive drawer filled with baggy clothes. Often times you’d find him half-shifted, furred hips covered in once-loose sweats. They helped to obscure his rather obvious endowments, even if at times the stretchy fabric did little to hide his shaft when he was aroused.

Of course, the carpet came at a cost. His heavy groin was subject to produce quite a bit more than you were formally used to. Swallowing a load was more like guzzling a hose, and that just isn't possible half of the time. Carpets are rough to clean, resulting in a rather simple rule. If it can't go in you, it goes on you. You love watching him shudder as he cums, watching it arc across his as he nickers softly. He made an effort to spread it across himself, cum slick hands sliding across his frame as he squeezed and fondled. The more of it that got in his fur, well, the easier it was to take it all to the shower with him.

Tiles were perfect for cleaning messes. And what better tiles than the ones that also had a drain attached to them? He always did his best to shift back to human in the shower, mostly out of necessity to give you the appropriate amount of room. You really didn't mind being pinned between a shower wall and your boyfriend’s plump rear, but it was nice to see him being considerate in such tight quarters. Of course on the mornings where he had yet to reciprocate, he'd always offer. You love watching the water from the shower snake across his wide body as he bends forward, tail raising as he turns back to look at you. The equine’s tailhole was something you were far from familiar with at first. The sight of the shiny pucker made you blush like and look away, and it took you some time before you first struck the nerve to accept his invitation. The plush ring was nice and pliable, with enough strength to tighten like a vice. It took you quite a while to get used to it, grasping at his massive waist as you gently ease into him. No matter your pace, he seemed nonplussed by your thrusts. The wall of a stallion simply eased back against you, possibly out of fear or worry for accidentally hurting you.

You confessed that you felt most vulnerable when you were in him, and he laughed at that. You’d yet to even take his length, and you knew that was the source of his amusement. How would it feel, to have that horsecock inside of you? There was an unspoken understanding between the two of you that it would never happen. Not without… Help. But you weren’t ready to admit to yourself what the next step was.

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Conclusion 4 - It's Hard To Not See It Once You Know It

It’s all in the ears. They move and swivel about in very obvious ways. Even when he’s fully human, and out in public, they’re just more expressive. When he gets excited, or surprised, they’re often the first thing to start shifting. Not obviously so, but you can tell when your boyfriend is struggling to hold back when they get all elvish and cute. One time, in a coffee shop you’d dragged him into, the grinder caught him off guard. He flinched, almost bolting out of the establishment right then and there. As cute as it was, it was also the first time you felt scared for him in public. He was so shaken you had to take him to the bathroom, lest anyone else notice the fact that his pointed ears were trying to swivel about to search for the source of danger. Turns out that loud noises were a serious reason as to why he couldn’t get a driver’s license, as a single honk could outright spook him.

Seriously, your boyfriend was so skittish that he’d scare you with his own startled yelps. City life really didn’t suit him, which turned out to be exactly why he came to a college town like this. He still liked people, but he also needed access to some open space if he ever needed it.

It took you a moment to fully realize what he meant by that, your eyes going wide as you image him out there. On all fours. Like any other horse. It wasn’t a joke, either. He could go full human, so it only made sense that he could go… Full horse.

But, no. Nope. You weren’t ready to start thinking about that. Your boyfriend had two feet. And two hands. And… Okay. Sometimes his feet were hooves. And his hands were… Hoof-like. But it wasn’t like he was an actual horse right?

After that, you couldn’t unsee it. Every time you look at him, your mind just strays to the bizarre truth that a giant friesian horse could just be standing there in his place. You don’t know if you’re hiding your flustered confusion well enough, but it's obvious that he knows it upsets you. If he can go further than what he’s shown, why hasn’t he? Your paranoia sent you reeling for a while, and eventually he came forward to ask if you were still okay with all of this.

And, really. Were you okay with ALL of this? You wanted to be, but you had no idea HOW to be. Eventually you come clean, and explained that you may or may not be fine with ‘all of this’. You just didn’t know yet. He just smiles at you, and hugs you. He doesn’t even try to change your mind. He just listens, and nods. You don’t know why, but it just makes you feel… Welcome? Even if he was some giant horse, the man you fell in love with was still in there. Somewhere.

Looking back, he’s never rushed you. He never pushed you into anything. He’s always asked, and taken you step by step. The problem is, you’ve never really know where he’s taking you. At first you thought he was just kinky. Then you realized he’s an actual horse-guy. And now you’re having to wrap your head around the fact that you’d be continuing a relationship with a man who can literally just be. A horse. You could take him on a trail and no one would be the wiser.

… Wait.

You could take him on a trail and no one would be the wiser.

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Trying to Find The Next Step

Okay. Apparently asking to ride your boyfriend on a trail was incredibly offensive. Apparently. It wasn’t like you had any way of knowing, but apparently you skipped like five steps and asked to do something really invasive. He was very understanding, and gently explained just how much he’d have to trust someone to do something like that. It took him a long time, and he walked around the subject for a really long time, but it basically came down to one thing. Marriage.

Welp. Okay. You definitely weren’t ready for that. But... You also couldn’t help but start cracking up. A part of you had just assumed that the next part of this exploration would be living with a feral horse and acting like it was normal, but now you had the context to know how silly you were being. Everyone had boundaries, and apparently you’d just requested to enter a rather sacred and special area of his life. A place even more sacred than marriage.

So. Sure. You’re not going to be seeing your boyfriend on fours any time soon. And you aren’t going to be marrying him any time soon, either. So what was the next step? The thought consumed a lot of your free time, mulling around in the back of your mind like some deadline you needed to meet. You’d learned so much about your boyfriend in such a short amount of time, and you were finally beginning to feel comfortable with the absurdity of this entire situation. Asking these kinds of questions on the internet would definitely put you on some kind of government watch list, so your only real option was to ask him.

He listened, as he always does. Head nodding and responding in short sentences, but always waiting until you’d aired out your entire problem. Eventually, he got up from the table, clopped his way down the hall, and came back with a thick stack of papers in his hooved hand.

I, (signature) , am aware of Article 621. I hereby state that I understand the consequences of my awareness, and acknowledge the repercussions that could take place by spreading awareness to unknowing parties, willfully or otherwise. I understand that blah blah blah blah

You asked him bluntly what this paperwork was about, and your boyfriend gently explained what the legal documents were for as he shifted to human. Apparently, you only had another month to decide if you wanted to have this knowledge. If you didn’t sign these papers, your memory of him would be as good as gone. Apparently keeping these kinds of things under wraps required quite a bit of paperwork and pencil pushing, and rejecting this knowledge also meant losing it. He told you to read over the paperwork very carefully, gave you a kiss, and said he’d be going on a run.

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You knew he didn’t want to be there while you looked over the massive legal language and responsibilities you were about to undertake, and honestly you didn’t blame him. The language on these sheets were incredibly dry, and it wasn’t like you was going to reject the offer. Hell no. Even if you didn’t stay with him, you were not about to just drop all of this. There was still so much you didn’t know!

Accidental leak protection. Consequences of intended leaks. It was basically just one big NDA, with the side effect that you were given them consent to wipe your memory of events if you royally fucked up. You felt like you were nearing the end of the documentation, when you realized there were still ten pages left. Rolling your eyes, you skim to the next page to see your boyfriends signatures on half of this page.

Slowly, you read this information carefully, eyes widening as you realize what these last few pages are. They had nothing to do with Article 621. At least not directly. No…

He was asking for consent to change you. Government-acknowledged consent. Life-changing, irreversible consent. His information and signatures were all signed, and the date of signature was… A long time ago. Before he’d even come clean to you. You just kind of stared at the document, reading through it again and again, mind somehow blank.

The document went so far as to even ask for a starting date and end date from you; a time window of eligibility in which he is allowed to turn you. You’d asked your boyfriend what the next steps were, and he’d definitely delivered. Looking back at your time with him, hadn’t he always been preparing you for this? Was this his way of telling you that this was something he wanted? It wasn’t like he’d filled out both the start and end date for you. He was just putting it on the table, stepping back, and letting you sort this out. Of course it was something he wanted. But… Was it something you wanted?

That desire had always been in you, ever since that first night spent with his hair down. Maybe even before that, too. The way he sized himself up in the mirror. How he’d always leave whenever he did. Your fantasies about… Letting him take you. Oh gosh.

Oh gosh.

You really did want this, huh?

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Signed, and Dated

You watched him skim over the paperwork from a distance, glancing every so often at the fridge as you pretended to rummage around in it. He never spoke a word as he skimmed every paper of the documents, his eyes widening as he reached the last ten pages. His ears twitched, flicking and swiveling as they quickly tapered. The horse man stomped in place a few times as his excitement grew, hands gently setting the paperwork back down on the paper.

He turned to you, and calmly explained that you’d need to change the start date on your paperwork for the first of the month. Apparently you’d missed a part of the legalee that explained that the NDA needed to be signed and turned in before he was legally allowed to turn you. You laugh it off as casually as you can, almost spilling the milk in your hand.

You can feel his eyes on you as you walk over and change the date on the papers. His breathing was heavy and excited, having just come back from his run to such amazing news. You could feel your heart pounding too, as you changed the starting date to the first of the month. You’d given him a pretty large window to work with, all things considered. Five years was the maximum amount of time you could alot before a new form would have to be filled out, but a part of you really was hoping you could just get the whole thing over with today.

Oh gosh, you really wanted this. And now he knew. You bit your lip as you felt your boyfriend press up behind you, his thickening hands slowly sliding up and squeezing at your hips. Oh gosh, he knew.

You look back at him as you set the pen down, and just watch as his nose starts to darken. You used to blush and look away at the sight, but that didn't feel right anymore. Even if it felt weird, you knew you’d have to start accepting this sooner rather than later. Slowly, you turn, touching at your boyfriend’s changing muzzle. Rather sheepishly, you lean in, and plant a kiss on his darkening lips.

Time passed. Forms were filed and cleared. And eventually… the first of the month arrived. The two of you danced around the subject, blushing at even the slightest of notions for what was to come. ‘When you're ready’, he would keep saying. ‘No pressure’, he repeated. You found the whole thing cute, his nervous fidgeting somewhat strange. Shouldn't you be the one nervous? And yet, each day, you were the one who kept offering. Late at night, you’d plant a kiss square on his lips, and ask him if he was ready. He’d always chicken out, his nerves getting the better of him. But you were patient. You listened to him. You didn't try to convince him. You just waited until he was ready, like he’d done for you so many times before.

Eventually, the night came. You were in bed, turning the page of your book as he gently crawled over you, muzzle rubbing against your cheek. He lipped at your ear and listened to you giggle, strong hands holding you still. He grew quiet after a moment, the strong horse going completely still atop you. You could hear his breath in your ear, large chest pressing against your back as he exhaled.

You asked him if he was finally ready, and he responded with a simple nod. You waited, the seconds dragging on in painstakingly slow silence. What was he waiting for? You were ready, and this anticipation was killing you. If he needed some sort of encourageme-

He whispered to you then, in a soft and hushed tone. The words he spoke tingled in your ear, your eyes shooting open as you felt them lodge inside you. The language was the likes you never heard, your mind straining to process the beautiful words. You huffed in earnest as you pressed back against him, listening to the praise he gently whispered in your ear. You let out a snort of confusion as you bucked back against him. He held you still as you craned your neck, ear swiveling to better hear his words. You didn't want to miss a single utterance, your entire body enthralled by your boyfriend.

Slowly, he stopped talking. The whispering may have faded, yet the words still clung deep inside you. The strange sensation left you shuddering, your hands shaking as they clutched at the bed sheets. You felt so vulnerable. Exposed. Yet the body behind you was so comforting. You snorted loudly, letting out your first nicker as he buried his muzzle against your neck.

He let his tongue slowly drag against your neck as he had many nights before, spooning you tightly as he held you in place. You felt his teeth gently graze your neck as he tested at your skin, waiting patiently as you craned against him. You could feel your body start to tingle as it softened, your thighs sliding against his. Legs tangled, toes slowly curling against his hooves, you moaned. Back popping. Snorting. Arching your hips against his, your eyes widen as an intense need roots deep within you.

He senses the shift, and grips you tightly. Fur sprouting across your stomach, he slowly slides his hand up to your chest and holds you still. Teeth grazing across your neck, he snorts softly…. and nips you.

The sensation sent your body into overdrive. Your hips pushed upwards as they ground against his, ample rear plumping. It took you a moment to realize that the hair falling over your eyes was your own. With stiff fingers you pull your mane out of your eyes, only to end up staring at your blackened fingernails. Thick hairs sprouted from your hands in clumps as you felt the friesian behind you kiss and lip at your neck. Everything felt so strange, new, and large. Your body arched and squirmed, accidentally pressing and rubbing against the body behind you.

You nickered softly as his hands ran up your broadening back, shoulders squaring as thick muscles tensed with pride. Tongue thickening in your mouth as he kissed at your backside, eyes wide in confusion as you tried to figure out why your mouth felt so long. Covering your mouth in wet slurps and laps, letting your tongue run across your widening teeth. The nip he gave you had left an almost infectious energy within you, your body pressing against his with burning need. You could feel the warmth of his groin, mashing against your pucker with surprising pliability. You clenched and teased at his flare, snorting even louder as you posed for him. You wanted him. Needed him. He was your mate and you needed him inside you. Now.

The horse forcibly thrust into you, a whinny of pleasure escaping your throat. He holds you down, your hooves scraping against his as he pounds into you. Those thick, stallion thighs slamming down against you with thunderous force. It was all too much to process, and you could feel yourself slipping into the throes of blind need. Heavy snorts filled the air as the two of you fell into a steady, powerful rhythm. The sound of his heavy balls slapping against your own only seemed to encourage you on. Squeezing and clenching, words lost amidst your bellowing, you clung the pleasure radiating deep within you. Thick medial ring, tensing and dragging against your prostate in a thrumming rhythm. The weight of the massive stallion atop you, his engorged shaft buried within you, it was all too much for you. Your mind went blank as you came, your orgasm hitting you so hard your world went black and white. Your own shaft, nestled between the bedding and your soft stomach, was gushing cum. You could feel each pulse rock through the length of your equine shaft, nostrils flaring as you let out a proud snort with each gush. Your man wasn't far behind, his hips picking up speed as he clutched tightly at your chest. Bending against you, his shaft pistoned back and forth. The beast snorted loudly before letting out a powerful whinnie, warmth flooding your insides as he buried his load deep inside you.

His thrusts slowly died down, tongue dragging across your neck once more, you chose to simply lay there. Exhausted. Confused. Body radiating with pleasure and satisfaction. You dared not move, the warmth of your deeds a reminder of the cleaning to come. How would the two of you manage to fit in the shower? How would you… Change back? There were so many questions that needed answering, with so many parts of your strange new body to explore.

You were just grateful to have him, the massive horse behind you still grooming his freshly turned stallion. You couldn't help but let out a satisfied snort as you squeezed around his length, the friesian responding in kind with a soft nicker and a kiss.

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:Cambionsicon: To be continued? ** :Cambionsicon: **

My, my! The stallion and his human finally went through with it! There's a /lot/ of potential in part 3. Our newly found horse will have plenty of learning in front of him, and I can't wait to share it with you.

See you next time.

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