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The music blares within the walls of the pub, barely being heard by the outside world. I drink my scotch slowly, a small amount of resentment bubbling up inside me. Primarily at having to be dragged all the way to the city, just for a stag do of an old college friend, one I hadn't talked to in years. Sure, it got me out of the farm, but what I wouldn't do to be balls deep in a mare right now...

The mere thought of breeding one of my horses starts to stir lust into certain parts of me. And while I enjoy the feeling, and keep it at a simmer. I know I can't really push the thoughts further, not here. And it annoys me beyond belief that I can't. It's not long till the next full moon, and even now I can feel the other side of myself calling to me. Sometimes it's voices on the verge of sleep, ones I'm not sure are there. Other times, a glowing pair of eyes in a dark corner, radiating the lust and vigour of the stallion. Feeling heat radiate against the back of my neck, I try to focus on anything else, try to keep that side at bay, at least until I get back home. Where I'll have mares willing to help me out.

Almost as though my thoughts could be read, I feel a hand slap my upper back before a man comes to sit next to me. He's only a little shorter than me from what I can tell, a mop of brown hair on his head. His build is somewhere between well built, and twink. A slightly weird mix, but one he seemingly can pull off. Taking the moment that he sits, something catches my eye, or rather my sense. A sense I can't quite explain fully, one I barely understand myself...

Ever since I got the curse, I've felt a sort of 'sixth sense'. One that guides me to equines, one that started out small and barely noticeable, but has been growing over the last few months. An extension of this, seems to allow me to sense those with similar... 'interests' that I do. I had felt it with Jolie, but only figured it out after the fact, given how I was distracted that night. It's like... a little twinge that runs along my body hair, as though I'm being drawn to them. It doesn't always work, so even when I do feel something, I have to be rather careful still. It's not something I can just come out with. But if I were to probe a little, see if he's willing to go somewhere a little private, I could see if my 'hunch' is on the money.

“How's it going?" The man asks, giving me a half smile.

“Hmm, so-so. Although, how it's ending remains to be seen..." I respond, giving him the same half smile back.

“Is that some sort of pick-up line?"

“If you want it to be," I say, holding out my hand. “The name's Shaun, Shaun Johnson."

“Toby," the man responds, taking my hand. “Toby Maguire."

“Seriously?"

“Nah," he chuckles. “My sister loved him in Spiderman when we were growing up, it's McCoy."

“That's fair enough. Just be careful if you ever go practitioner."

“Hmm?"

“You know... Dr McCoy?"

“Oh, didn't take you for a Star Trek fan." He chuckles as he puts his order in at the bar, a vodka and coke, getting it after a few moments.

“I have many interests, some more orthodox than others." I say, keeping a smile on my lips.

“You like the whole mysterious act, don't you?"

“I try my best, it working?"

“You'll need to work on it, I think."

“I think I'd rather work on you." I say, taking a moment before I realise what I said. Although I try to play it off that I hadn't just said that by mistake.

Toby thankfully wasn't drinking at the moment, looking over to me. “Little forward, don't you think?"

“I'd rather make my intentions clear, you know? Saves any miscommunication, or misunderstandings."

“So, you wanna give me a work up?"

“More or less."

“Hmm, would you like to take this somewhere more private?" Toby asks, drinking half of his vodka and coke.

“Sure thing, have a place in mind?"

“You seem quite keen, how about your place?"

“I live in the outskirts, on a farm, not too far in a car, but maybe it's be closer to go to yours?"

“On a farm myself, sadly."

Hmmm... maybe my hunch was right. I mean, if someone does have an interest in horses, getting a farm would be first call of port.

“Which do you feel more comfortable with?" I ask.

“How about we head to yours this time? Then, next time, if there is one, we can go to mine?"

“Sounds fun," I smile as he finishes his drink.

We gather our stuff and start to head out, getting to the street in a minute or two. Luckily Toby came here by bus, so we didn't have to worry about taking two separate cars, or leaving one of ours here. I let him know about local transport in case he needed to leave in a hurry. It's always good to have a back-up after all. Getting into my truck, I can't help but give his backside a grope as he goes round to the passenger side.

Toby tries to stifle a small yelp at this, giving me a playful side eye before getting in. I start driving us back to my place, making idle small talk on the way. He learns a bit about me, my farm. And I learn a bit about him; that he's a few miles up north from me, that our farms are around the same size, and that he even has a stable with a few horses. Which is definitely promising on my end. After a good half an hour, we get to my farm, parking up near my house.

“I hope you don't mind, I just gotta check on my horses real quick. You can head in if you want?" I ask, holding up my keys.

“I don't mind waiting," Toby says. “But make sure not to keep a man waiting too long."

I smile back at him. “I'll make sure not to."

I walk over to the stable in a half jog, heading inside quickly. Going stall to stall to give each horse a quick check. Most are resting or eating from their hay. Getting near the end, I find one of my mares at the door, head through the large opening, as if she was expecting me almost. Once I come face to face with her, I put a hand onto her cheek, giving her a soft pet, before moving upwards and kissing her. Our lips meet and we move into the moment slowly, getting a good taste of each other.

The flavour of grain, hay, and horse hits my lips, making me moan out a little. I love how horses taste, the richness and feral-ness of it. Savouring her wonderful lips, I part mine and feel her do the same. Her tongue moves into my maw, taking a moment before entering even deeper. My mouth is filled with her wet appendage, slipping into my throat easily. I gulp it down almost on instinct, feeling it go half into my gullet before it stops.

It snakes and squirms inside of my throat, it would most certainly activate my gag reflex, if I still had one. Time slowly slips by me, and it takes a couple minutes before I realise that Toby's still waiting on me. Pulling back reluctantly, I huff as her tongue slips out of me. After a moment to collect myself, I give her nose a quick peck.

“Sorry, sweetie. I gotta keep myself riled up for someone else. But if you're a good girl, I'll come back in the morning, and give you a 'treat'."

“Well, well, well... what do we have here?" Toby's voice comes from the main entrance to the stable. “I was getting worried about you, so thought I'd come and check in on you. And here you are, making out with a horse. Are you that desperate?"

I look over to him, finding him inside the stable, walking his way down the isle. Even in the half light I can see his erection tenting his trousers. I knew it, he's into horses, just like me. Any worry or apprehension I had felt before goes away, leaving me with just lust and the urge to explore this situation further.

“Not as desperate as you, it seems." I say, raising an eyebrow at his erection. “I just like making my mare comfortable."

Toby comes up to me, before giving my mare a look. “Making her comfortable, huh?"

“Yeah," I respond as she places her muzzle on my shoulder, as if to comfort me.

“Do you... make all of them 'comfortable'?"

“If they want, I leave it up to them on what they want."

“Beautiful creatures, aren't they? So graceful and strong... such big haunches." Toby half whispers.

“That they are..."

“Have you ever... taken any of them?"

“Taken? How so?" I ask, not sure if he means me being on 'top', or them.

“You know, have they... been in you?" Toby asks, a deep blush on his cheeks.

“More than a few times, they're quite a 'handful'. But once you're used to them, they fuck like a dream."

“That sounds wonderful, to have such a strong beast inside you..." A moan escapes Toby's lips. “I've seen stallions breed before, and... they really don't show mercy, they just fuck..."

“Yeah, they really are fuck machines, aren't they?"

“If I'm honest, as a child, I always wanted to be one, you know? They're just so wonderful, and strong..."

I take a moment for him to say what he needs to, before I respond. “And, what if you could? Become one I mean."

“That'd be amazing. One can dream though."

“If you could become a horse, would you?"

“Of course I would. The body, the grace... the cock. Shaun, you're talking like you actually have a way to become a horse."

“I do, at least in part, and I could show you how, if you wanted?"

“Don't bullshit me Shaun." Toby says, sounding a little tired of the notion.

“Toby, I'm not bullshitting you, trust me. All it'll cost, is a little kiss." I say, petting my mare's cheek.

“Wait... are you saying that you want me to kiss your horse?"

“Yeup."

“In exchange for this... horse transformation secret?"

“Yeup."

“You do realise I admitted to being... into horses before, right? You don't need to blackmail me into kissing one." Toby says, looking at the mare's nose and lips for a second.

“Wouldn't say it's blackmail, it's an exchange. You get to achieve your dreams, and I get to watch you have your first horse kiss. I presume it's your first time?"

“Y-yeah, it's my first time. How did you know?"

“Because you're too trusting for it not to be your first time. If you had done it before, you'd worry about evidence, and be more cagy around it."

“Says the man who got caught." Toby half grumbles.

“And who says I wasn't trying to get caught?"

“Then you're a bigger fool than I."

“I don't know about that," I say, moving over to him, giving his cheek a kiss. “Now come on, let's get kissy. Then we'll get to that 'totally fake' horse secret. Not that you need a reason to snog a mare."

Toby and I move closer to the mare, his voice wavers slightly as we do so. “You make it sound so lewd."

“Then let's make it feel lewd," I grin.

I put a hand onto my mare's cheek, turning her maw towards Toby's head. Bringing them together, the two of them begin to kiss. Toby is shy at first, I'd almost say he's reluctant. But soon enough, he brings his hands up to the mare's muzzle, delving into the kiss further. He doesn't quite make it to French kissing, but he does actually get properly into it. I rest myself against the side of the stall, watching the two of them make out. Seconds turn to a minute or two, before Toby pulls away, huffing at the action.

“F-fuck..." He moans out, turning towards me. “How did... did you t-train... her."

“Didn't train her, I just started kissing her one day, and she just... kinda took the hint."

“It can't have... been that easy..."

“It was. But hey, good on you. Not everyone snogs a horse so easily."

“It's only to get that secret of yours." Toby says, seemingly catching his breath, the mare nudging his face, the signal for wanting another kiss.

“So you believe me now?"

“Maybe it's the horse wanting to snog me, getting to my head."

“Come on, you can kiss more later on." I say, walking towards the stable entrance, Toby following suit.

“Do you do this for every guy who walks up to you in the bar? Tempt them into sex, and then get them to have relations with your horses?"

“Not usually, but it's a bit of a pattern."

We head out of the stable, before heading up to my house. Entering my home, I instinctively head to my bedroom, going under my bed. It takes me a moment before I find what I'm looking for; a large, air locked glass jar, with thick, white liquid inside. It's a standard 1ltr jar I found on amazon, admittedly not originally for this purpose, but hey? Why not kill two birds with one stone. I'm glad I had the idea of containing my fluids a month or two ago, just in case something like this ever happened. Getting back to my feet, I bring it back to the living room, where Toby is waiting for me on the couch. Giving him the Jar, he looks at it suspiciously, before looking back up at me.

“You're... you're joking me, right?" Toby asks me, raising an eyebrow.

“What do you mean?"

“You've just collected cum, haven't you?"

“Come on, it's not what you think. Just take it home, and take a nice big swig whenever you want achieve your dreams."

Giving me a sceptical look, he places the jar onto the table, his face turning to one of disappointment. Resting on my knees next to him, I move over to his side, bringing his face to mine, kissing him as deep as I can on the sofa. He's taken aback by this, but slowly moves into the kiss, although in a slightly passive way. I keep him in place for a moment, before I pull back, licking my lips.

“Why... why did you...?" Toby asks, putting his hands onto my chest.

“Just making sure your trip was worth it, you know? Now, why don't we get these pesky trousers off, shall we?" I ask, shuffling myself down his body, moving to his jeans. Toby's gaze follows me down, watching me as I unbuckle his semi-erect cock from its denim prison. With a small huff, I set his length free and pull his underwear down.

His cock is what I expect from most men, about six or so inches if I were to hazard a guess, and maybe a while since his last release. I press my nose up against his length and take a long sniff, holding the musk in my lungs for a second, before releasing it. Licking at the space between his length and his balls, I move up his cock as he grows more and more erect. Working his length, I take a few moments before taking him into my mouth, sucking his length as best I can.

Toby moans out as I do this, placing his hands onto the back of my head, not to guide me or anything, but seemingly just to make sure I stay there. Moving down his length, I moan back in response, looking up at Toby, keeping eye contact as best I can. My hands go to his inner thighs, tongue moving to his foreskin, lapping at his sensitive skin before delving between his gland and foreskin. This makes the man gasp and shift, fingers digging into my hair.

“Oh... O-oh god... Shaun... you're... making me feel so good! Toby exclaims, rolling his head back for a second, before looking back down at me. “You're... gonna.... g-gonna make me..."

I can't help but smile as he says this, pushing myself deeper onto his length, feeling his length enter the back of my throat. Once he's settled inside of me, I begin to gulp around his length, milking him while keeping him in place. My arms move up to his hips, wrapping around his backside and locking him in place. Toby groans out uncontrollably, head rolling back once again, chest raising into the air, seemingly overtaken by the pleasure. And it's then when I feel him release into my throat, directly feeding me on his hot seed.

Good boy...

---

The trip home gives me enough time to really process what happened, and to make me feel like a complete idiot. Every rumble of the bus just reinforces the thoughts that invaded my mind. Why did I trust him? I mean he's probably got cameras in his stables, and has me on film, making out with one of his horses. And since he'd have sole access, he'd be able to make it look like I was the only one to kiss his mare. Now I've got a jar in a bag, filled with what I can only guess is horse cum. He's probably called the cops, and has a sting operation waiting for me.

Scrunching my face slightly in anger, I realise at just how much power he could have over me. And I wouldn't know just how much, until he plays his move. Feeling the full stress of the situation, I hug the jar to my chest, making sure that it's covered so no one else can see it. My cheeks burn with embarrassment as I get closer to home. It takes longer than it usually does, or at least feels like it does. It feels like the entire bus is looking at me, like they know what I have in my arms, or what I did last night.

The whole world feels like it's closing in around me as I get up from my seat, and only lessons somewhat when I disembark from the bus. Looking around, there's no one waiting for me, no police, no secret agents waiting around the corner. My steps are slow and tentative as I make my way back. But soon enough, I get home and place the jar onto my living room table, removing it from the bag that had covered it until now. Looking the thick, white liquid over again, grimacing at it.

'If you do take it, do so right before the full moon, for the best result.' Shaun had said, giving me one last kiss before I had left.

But right now, looking it over, I don't know what to do now that I actually have it. I mean, he did tell me what to do, but... I don't know if I can. It can't actually do what he claimed it could, right? He had to be bullshitting me. Probably did it as some sort of Internet dare. Find some sap at a bar, take him home, give him a jar of horse cum, and send him on his way with a blowjob and instructions to jug it like mead. He's probably bragging to his friends right now, telling them how he got a guy to jug fucking horse cum.

I move onto my couch, bringing my knees to my chest, before wrapping my arms around my legs. With a small whimper, my mind starts to wheel from intrusive thoughts, feeling myself fall into a small ditch of despair. Burying my face against my knees, I let myself fall further into it, tears welling up in my eyes. Minutes tick by as I try to process my thoughts, as they continue to pass, time slowly losses meaning. And before I know it, a good two hours pass me by before I manage to pull myself off of my couch.

Looking over to the jar, I slowly pick it up, looking it over properly. With a moment to reflect, I walk over to a cupboard and place the jar in, closing the door. Letting out a small breath, I pull myself away, and try to take my mind off of it.

---

Over the next few days, the jar keeps itself on the edge of my mind, feeling it gnaw at me. What Shaun had told me comes up to me occasionally, about the full moon, taking the contents before then. If I believe what he told me. I haven't heard anything from Shaun, nor have I seen anything online about what happened. Which, while not exactly proving what Shaun had told me, seems to somewhat disprove my theories about why he did this.

Given it's almost 5pm, and being a full moon tonight, I can't help but... feel urged to try it. I mean, I doubt someone would take a complete stranger back to their home, have the chance to do whatever harm they want, only to send them off with a jar of poison or something. If Shaun had wanted to harm me, wouldn't he want to watch? Make sure I couldn't seek assistance? The only reason I could come up with, is to get me poisoned without him being a suspect. But even then, the jar would surely still have his fingerprints? And if I had survived, by not drinking enough of it, I could tell police where the jar, at least, came from, if not the contents inside.

Trying not to sink back into a serious of conspiracy theories, I shake my head, as though I could actively shake the thoughts away. Walking over to the cupboard, I take the jar out, checking the contents over. It still looks like it did the night I received it, which seems good. Heading back into my study, I put the jar onto my desk, making sure to keep it somewhat away from my computer and other hardware.

Sitting down, I look at the jar for a moment, questioning whether I was actually going to do this. With a long drawn out breath, I resolve myself. Grabbing the jar, I unclip the top and open it up. Bringing it to my nose, I give it a cautious sniff. A foul smell fills my lungs, and I pull away, almost gagging at it. Covering my nose, I scowl slightly once I look back at the container.

This once again makes me question if I wanted to actually go through with this. But the prospect of changing, of achieving something I've wanted to do since I was a child. Even if the reason why has greatly changed since then. Taking another couple of seconds, I go back to the jar, bringing it to my lips. The moment I feel it touch my lips, my senses are filled by the overly salty, revolting taste, pouring out from the liquid.

I almost gag at this, but manage to begin gulp the contents of the jar down. It travels down my throat in a revoltingly slimy way, everything I feel. Trying my best, I gulp over, and over, getting more of the contents into myself. My stomach expands to accommodate the liquid, straining as the last drops travel down my throat. Pulling the jar away, I half fling it onto the floor, and it rolls away from me without braking.

My stomach gurgles and churns as it tries to process the liquid. And then... it feels as though something shifts inside me, making me grab at my stomach in response. I can almost feel my midsection move as my guts are at the mercy of whatever I just drank. It moves and shifts, acting on its own accord. With a small groan, I try not to freak out. Seconds feel like minutes as the effects slowly ebb away, leaving me slightly pained and huffing in my seat.

“What the fuck...?" I ask myself, keeping my arms around my middle.

With a small groan, I try to relax myself, shifting the chair forward a little. Breathing a little more softly, I try to take my mind off what just happened, despite still feeling the weight inside my stomach. I power up the computer and put on some YouTube to play in the background, letting my mind go blank. Going from website to website, slowly finding myself at more mature websites. Admittedly, it does take me an hour or two to get there, given what I just went through. Even if this whole thing turns out to be fake, I can at least get pleasure out of tonight.

I start off with some tamer stuff first, before building up to more. Feeling the usual tingle of pleasure from my groin, moving a hand to the bulge that starts growing inside my jeans. With a small moan, I begin to massage my crotch unzipping and unbuckling my trousers, before removing them, letting them fall to my feet. Now with just my underwear and t-shirt, I return to moving my hand over my bulge, one less layer between me and my length.

With a slight tinge of worry, I set up my vpn and head onto my primary image/video board. One I'd never tell anyone about, one that I'd deny knowledge about, one that indulges in more bestial urges. Looking to the most recently updated equine threads, I set to 'image only' mode on the site, which thankfully includes videos. I'm met by somewhat uncreative titles, which also serve as semi-descriptions. 'Horse anal on mule', 'Equine dildoing', 'Mares galore'. All of which speed up my heart rate, partially out of fear from the type of material I am looking at, and partially from pure excitement.

Some images take my fancy, especially from the 'Equine dildoing' thread. Watching foot or two long, themed dildos sticking half out of their ass. Canine, equine, and exotically shaped silicone cocks work both mares and stallions, both asses and vaginas. Pictures turn to videos, mostly poorer quality stuff, but there are some gems in the rough.

Sound is somewhat a rarity, but when I do get to hear the horses, it's almost divine. The way they'd neigh and nicker, their plump backsides moving back against the dildos, as if to get even more into their bodies. I move my underwear underneath my cock and balls, allowing my erection out from its fabric prison. Letting a hand wrap around my length, I start to jerk myself off slowly, moaning out as I watch mare upon stallion get their rumps fucked almost mercilessly.

“Oh fuck... that's right..." I moan out as a stallion gets his anus stretched by a horse themed dildo, which is big enough to even make the horse jealous. His cock is erect underneath his belly, slapping up against his midsection. “Take that fucking cock..."

The two men working the horse's backside start to go faster, make rougher motions. The horse seems to appreciate this, neighing out louder, his cock seemingly growing harder. My breath gets deeper at this, mirroring the harder strokes my hand makes. I imagine my own length shifting to the stallion's, making my face and cheeks blush deeply.

With each stroke, I find myself drawing closer and closer to my edge. But as I do so, something almost feels to build inside of my body. Heat radiates inside me as I jerk faster, breath deeper, come ever closer. I call out as I erupt underneath the desk, shooting my load as my mind goes blank. Barely able to breath, I feel my balls cramp and pull up against my body.

Barely able to register past my pleasure, I cum more than I've ever done before. My hips start to thrust upwards into my hand, my moans slowly ebbing away as I finally catch my breathe. I roll my eyes back into my head as my orgasm finally comes to an end, leaving me a sweat covered mess on my chair. At first my breath is deep and long, taking a few minutes to catch my breath, almost as though something inside me drew more energy.

It takes longer for my mind to finally come back to me, looking back at the computer screen. The stallion in the video had long since orgasmed, the people having had just removed the dildo from inside his ass. I focus on his sweat speckled rump, watching his gapping hole as it slowly clamps back shut. Before moving down to the load on the ground underneath his body, the thick liquid pooling further around his hooves. It takes a few moments, but I realise that the cum looks a lot like the liquid in the jar.

I slump in my chair, gulping slightly as it's basically confirmed what I had drank. But something was wrong with the stuff I had, I had felt it right after drinking it. This makes me worried once more, making me sit up. Putting my trousers back on, I get up from my chair. My movements are slow, and my legs shaky as I move, heading over to the jar, picking it up before looking it over.

Letting out a small huff, I go to the kitchen, placing the glass container into the sink, before grabbing two large bowls. Filling one up with water, I grab a cloth before heading back to my study. I start cleaning my desk, ringing the clothe into the empty bowl, dampening it in the water before going back to cleaning. Once I'm done, I bring back the stuff to the kitchen, leaving them in the sink. Slumping on the sofa, I turn the TV on, before looking over at the clock.

11:00pm.

I'm not exactly sure as to what time this supposed 'change' is meant to happen. But somehow, it feels like it won't be much longer. With each passing minute, I can feel my heart rate begin to build in my chest. It must be the worry, at least, that's what I'm telling myself. At the first 30 minute mark, I begin to sweat slightly, which only gets worse as the hour draws ever closer. With a slight groan, I slowly get up from the sofa.

Once I'm standing up, I'm hit by a wave of heat and disorientation, falling onto my hands and feet. Pain shifts through my body, almost as though my nerves are set ablaze for a mere moment. Groaning out, I grit my teeth while my body radiates with pained heat. But as soon as my body is filled with the sensation, it disappears, leaving me in a huffing mess of a state.

I shiver as something catches my attention, a smell... a scent moving into my nose, filling my lungs to their limit. It's so deep, rich, and... attractive. I haven't smelled anything like it before, and have no reference to compare it to. Lighting up something inside me that I haven't felt before. Sniffing deeper once again, I slowly let myself get drawn by the scent, taking step after shaky step towards my front door.

Slumping against said door, I almost grind myself against the wooden block. I let out a small groan as I try and get out, a fog slowly forming inside my brain, as I press a hand to my forehead. With a small huff, I look down at the handle, knowing that I should know how to use it. But... why don't I know? It's... it's supposed to turn, isn't it? Moving my hand down to the handle, I try to move it down, only tightening my fingers around it on my second attempt.

Finally getting out of the house, I stumble out and fall onto all fours, slowly crawling forward. My clothes start to feel tight around my frame, restricting my movements as I make my way down the front porch. Seams start to strain, trying their best to not give, before they fail and rip open. My armpits and inner thighs are revealed as I get to my gate, pushing myself against it, huffing out even deeper as I press my weight against it. Feeling it strain a little against me, I shift and start to climb over the gate, more of my clothes ripping as I get my arms over the gate, before my upper body follows.

The gate creaks under my stomach as I huff deeply, trying to pull my lower half over the gate. Before I manage to do so, the wooden barrier comes off its hinges, slamming onto the ground. I wobble on top of the gate, it slowly sways back and forth a couple of times, before falling forward. This causes me to fall ahead, rolling forward, head over feet. After a second of disoriented motion, I slam onto my back, arms and legs staying in the air while I try to get my bearings.

Shifting slightly, I try and roll onto my side, taking a few moments before getting back onto all fours. My steps are shaky and uncoordinated, being guided by my nose as I make my way across one of my fields. As I move, my jeans rip even more, first the seams, and then the actual denim. It's strange to feel it tear apart, revealing my ass and legs to the open field.

The scent slowly gets stronger as I move, causing my movements to get faster. It's as though the scent is invading my mind, driving me onwards, almost without thought or reason. I can smell the grass and dew of the field, feeling the warm, almost wet, grass and vegetation underneath me. This mixes with the scent that I'm following, distracting me slightly before my instincts take me over once more.

Before I know it, I'm pressing up against another wooden surface. But this time, instead of getting the deep scent of pine and wood shavings, I... all I can smell is the scent. The one that I could smell all the way back at the house. Looking up at the structure, I realise I'm at the stable, at one of the stall's outside doors. Which makes me figure out what was tempting me all the way here. The scent of mare... one that, I think, is in heat. As I realise this, I barely realise that I'm all but naked, sweat pouring down my body, being so close to my goal.

“Mmmph... nng..." I moan out as I feel my body strain and shift unnaturally. While I still have some control over my body, I nudge the latch to the door with my face, my front legs feeling locked to the ground, unable to help with my task. I lift the latch, and try my best to pull it to the side, unlocking the door after a few attempts.

After I manage to do so, I pull away from the now opened door, straining to take steps as I feel changes begin inside of me. My mouth opens to let out a loud, drawn out moan, my insides seemingly growing. I huff as my gut begins to bulge, forming a rounded pot belly, being followed by my lungs and heart expanding too, pressing against my ribs painfully. It takes a minute or two of painful groaning, before my ribs take the hint and begin to grow outwards, giving me a more barrel shaped abdomen. Being on my hands and knees, my new stomach starts to press against the ground, somewhat pressing my new length between it and the grass.

With a small groan, I thrust forward a little, using the pressure between my belly and the floor as a make-shift fleshlight. Biting my lower lip, I feel my balls sway with my motions, seemingly growing with the intent of sexual desire. I slowly get onto my feet, continuing to thrust against myself, feeling my cock get further up my chest with each thrust.

“Mmmm, f-f-fu... Nnng!" I call out, the pain slowly spreading outwards from my midsection, focusing on my ass and shoulders.

Both grow and widen out, weight getting added with each passing second. Muscles and bones grow and form with my shoulders. A similar affect happens with my rear, but it feels as though there's more fat added to my backside. Giving me a giant, round, padded backside. Once both my rear and shoulders match in overall size, the area of my back between them grows too, forming a fully equine body.

With the weight of an overall horse main body, I fall to my side, my still human legs unable to carry me. The pain shifts down to my legs and neck, signalling further change to my body. As this happens I almost flail on the ground, looking around a little, finding a mare half standing out from her stall, watching me as my body continues to change.

“Nnng! H-h-he-elp... m-m-me-e!" I call out to the mare, barely able to form human words now before pain shoots through my legs. My muscles tighten and constrict, building up as bone extends and grows. My fingers and toes begin to merge together, the bones doing the same underneath my skin. The nails turn black and thicken into hooves, fur covering the gape between my new hooves and skin. The long brown fur continues to grow up from my newly formed hooves, covering my legs, body, and soon enough most of my body.

As my ass gets covered in fur, pressure builds above the cleft of my ass, pushing out a small bulb of flesh. Long, gracious, tail hair forms from the bulb of flesh, covering it before snaking out onto the ground. My body shakes and trembles as I barely register the sound of hoof-steps getting closer to me. I'm barely able to look up, finding my mare standing over me, her muzzle coming down to me, sniffing at my still human head.

My neck begins to bulge outwards as she does so, the pain from the rest of my body dissipating the moment her lips come to mine. I'm still unsure if this is actually happening, but this doesn't stop me from kissing the mare back. I don't know if she's actively kissing me, or if she's just checking up on me. It doesn't matter though, as I'm past caring about anything else, anything past the heat inside me, the desire.

I slowly pull away from the mare and get back onto all fours, standing up to be a little bit taller than the mare. My cock throbs between my legs, waving up and down a little. After a moment, I feel my cock slap against my belly, pleasure radiating through my length. Again and again, my cock slaps upwards, shooting pre-cum from my slightly flared tip. I smell the scent of my own need, the pre that escapes from my length, only pushing my need further.

The mare seems to smell the same scent, she moves to my side, shifting her head down below my midsection. With a shiver, I feel her nose press up against my length, her nostrils flaring as she sniffs the musk from my cock. After a couple of huffs, she moves to my semi-flared tip, her maw opening up to take me into her mouth. I slide into her slowly, almost teasingly slow. Her mouth is nice and warm, surprisingly wet and pleasurable.

Letting her go at her own speed, I just try to go with the flow as the changes continue up my neck. Pain starts to focus onto the bones, shooting up my jaw and skull, before radiating into my brain. I open my lips and let out a groan as my maw begins to grow, bone pushing out, flesh stretching out tight around it before growing too. Muscles shift and grow around my bones, building on top of one another, forming the general equine shape to my head. I call out as the shooting pain turns to radiating across my entire head, my ears pulling upwards, my hair shifting into a equine mane. As my muzzle comes closer to finishing, my nose spreads out, changing, mirroring the mare's own nose.

Panting out, I barely register my tip hitting the back of the mare's muzzle, feeling her tongue work my length. I wonder where she learned to do this... had she done this to the other stallions? Is that something they can do? My back legs begin to work on their own, slowly thrusting into the mare's mouth. Slowly pushing past the back of her throat, I start to bulge her neck, feeling her insides stretch around me, before she starts to milk my cock.

This isn't wrong... this isn't wrong...

Despite my best effort, I can't help but feel a twinge of guilt as my cock fully pushes into her mouth, my balls pressing up against her fur covered chin. Pulling backwards a good six inches, I thrust forward a little faster, huffing out deeply at this. Repeating this, I start moving faster and faster into her warm embrace. I let my tongue hang out of my newly formed muzzle as I all but face fuck her. Shifting to the side, I move my front legs over the mare's backside, giving myself better leverage as I breed her front. It feels way too amazing to me, having her maw and throat hug my cock like she is.

Sniffing deeply, I smell the scent that had originally brought me to the stable. Aiming my muzzle down, I nuzzle her backside as I sniff even deeper at the scent, getting it almost from the source. I give a long, drawn out sniff, my eyes rolling back into my head while I do so. As her scent fills my body and mind, I feel my balls pull up against my body, signalling my upcoming orgasm. It hits me hard, pulling my head back into a call of pure lust and bliss. A large shot of seed moves through my tubes, bulging my urethra as it travels up my cock, shooting down the mate's gullet.

Another discharge of jizz fills the horse's throat, followed by more, and more. It feels amazing to finally release into her, better than I thought possible. Pleasure overrides any pain I had felt before from the change. Every shot of seed that escapes my balls causes them to pull up, almost bordering on painfully. It doesn't seem to end, and I hope it doesn't, that the pleasure continues. And for a time, it never does, leaving me a huffing, moaning, pleasure-drunk horse. Thrust upon thrust, shot after shot, an endless release of pleasure.

Even when I run dry of seed, I give a few last thrusts, releasing a couple dry-orgasms into the mare's belly. Pulling out of her muzzle, I move off of her, taking a few steps away from her. It takes a few minutes for my mind to wheel from the overload of sensations and emotions. I look over to the other horse, finding her stomach a little more... bloated than before. Taking a moment, I admire how good she looks, with a belly full of my seed.

Taking a few hoof-steps around the horse, I continue to admire her frame, her whole body. This takes me to her rear, plump and muscular in a weirdly attractive mixture. Licking my lips, I move closer to her backside, watching her tail flick side to side softly. This gives me a slight glimpse of her asshole, which is wrinkled and almost doughnut shaped. Just below that, is her glistening folds, two thick lips that conjoin at the bottom, with a clit cradled at where they join. Her rump looks as attractive as the rest of her, bringing me forward to her backside, nose lifted into the air slightly.

Despite my recent orgasm, I find myself being pulled by lust to her rear, my length staying half erect. A couple seconds pass before my nose nestles itself between her ass cheeks, pressing up against her asshole. Without hesitation, I sniff at her hole, and am assaulted by the rich scent that I'm met by, feeling it explode inside my mind. My maw hangs open as my tongue flops out, staying limply at the end of my maw for a few moments.

After a few moments, it works on its own to press up towards the mare's vagina, sinking into it easily. I immediately taste her pure lust, her wetness dripping out of her love canal. Taking another whiff of her butt, I begin to work her vagina, licking and lapping at her over and over. Occasionally taking my tongue back into my maw to gulp down her vaginal juices. After a minute or two of this, I bury my nose right against her backside and huff ever deeper, becoming intoxicated on her scent, her taste... her everything.

Moaning out in pure pleasure, I continue to work her ass for a few minute more, before pulling away, admiring my work on her hole. Taking a moment, I Jump onto her back, I line myself up with her butt, getting my tip right up against her vagina. Pushing forward, I get a little leverage before slipping away, grunting in slight annoyance. Re-aligning with her rump, I feel warmth and wetness against my tip, finding my target, I slam forward into her hole.

The mare gives a loud 'neigh' as I do so, it takes a few moments before I realise I had missed, and had crammed myself up her tight ass. But at this point, I didn't really care, outside of having a warm hole to thrust into. I slam myself forward, over and over, my low hanging balls slapping against her vulva with each ram forward. I feel the mare shift beneath me, as though in discomfort. Moving myself a little above her, I lock my front legs onto her midsection, trying to keep the mare in place.

She lets out a small huff, her nostrils flaring before a neigh escapes her lips. Moving my maw to her neck, I grab onto her neck, my teeth gripping into her fur. Slamming even harder into her warmth, I find myself getting lost in the blissful stretching of her anus around my cock. I've never felt anything as good as her hole tightening around me, her hole getting pulled on my thrusts out of her body. If I had known that mare's could feel this good, I would have succumbed to my urges years ago. The blissful wetness that hugs my equine cock, it almost feels as though she's actively milking me with her ass.

Tugging my head back a little, I pull the mare's head backwards with me, my own nostrils flaring as I nicker out into the warm spring air. I keep my hips in constant motion, unable to stoo myself from her depths. With my mind racing, I feel my orgasm build and come to its natural end. Pleasure radiates from my powerful length, my heavy balls, shooting through my body as I finally release into her.

My balls pull up as I begin to shoot my load deep into her ass, filling her bowels with steaming hot jizz. I slowly let my jaws relax, letting the mare's neck go as I finally get release, giving a few last thrusts, giving her every last drop of my seed. Pleasure radiates through my body, making my mind go blank as any rational thoughts left in me disappear. My tip flares slightly more, making sure nothing escapes from inside her.

I've never felt more at home, than being buried balls deep inside the mare's backside, giving her load after load. Even as my orgasm slowly ends, as my cock begins to soften. I still find myself in a strange sense of peace, as though this is what I was meant to be... nothing more than a stallion spreading his seed to as many mares as I can.

My cock slips out of the horse's ass with a wet slop, making me shiver as I slowly get off of her back, taking a few steps away from her. I lower my head, my muzzle making contact with the wet grass. Taking a moment before parting my lips, biting onto the blades of grass, tugging them up and chewing. It takes me a moment to realise what I'm doing, on an instinctive level, I... I take a moment to actively taste the grass. It feels so... weird to do this, to eat grass.

It's a normal thing for a horse, isn't it? And yet, I feel both awkward, and somehow comforted by the act, even as I gulp down the mulch into my gullet. I let myself just go with the flow, let myself just eat grass... the most horse thing I could do. My ears fold down against the back of my head, just letting myself fall into the moment.

And it does only last a moment, I feel a small nudge against my side, bringing my attention back to the mare. I slowly raise my head, looking over to the horse. Who is still nudging my side, as though she's expecting me to do something. Taking a moment to look her over, I focus on her ass again, watching as a small river of cum trickles down from her slightly gapping anus.

This gives me an idea, another sordid, lust fuelled idea. Moving to her side, I push my muzzle against her midsection, taking a couple of times before the mare falls onto the floor. She rolls onto her back, squirming side to side, her belly jiggles slightly from the amount of cum inside of her. Moving to her backend, I once again lower my head, focusing on her glistening folds. Her most intimate parts are nice and wet, speckled with sweat, with small rivers of cum that go down either side of her lips. Putting my muzzle in between her legs, my nose presses up against her folds.

Closing my eyes, I intake a long breath through my nostrils, sniffing her musk that mixes with the scent of my seed. Pressing my nose into her depths a little, I take in her essence again, and again, and... again. I feel myself fall into a haze, the tip of my muzzle sinking into her vagina. Settling into her wetness, I open my maw and let my tongue dig deeper into her, licking upwards.

I take in some of her vaginal juices before bringing it back into my muzzle, tasting her liquid essence. It tastes absolutely divine, tempting me to take another taste, and another. I relish in her flavour, savouring every drop that I can get. Moaning out into her depths, I push even deeper into her, trying to get even more of her juices into my stomach. My eyes roll back into my skull as my mind dulls once more.

My reality dissolves into nothing more than heat, wetness, and the taste of mare on my lips. Taking each drop of her lust onto my tongue, before guiding it down into my throat. Sniffing once again, it feels as though I get high from huffing her musk, feeling nothing but pleasure from her scent filling my lungs. Her hot, tight folds start to tighten around my muzzle, making milking motions as her clit squirms onto the top of my maw. Pulling back out of her pussy, I keep my lips pressed against her, her juices now shooting across my nose. This lets me huff her pure essence, filling my lungs with her scent, unable to get enough of her.

But despite the divine scent, even better taste, it slowly comes to an end, leaving me still pressed up against her private area. I keep myself fixed between her legs, licking up her orgasm from her folds. Once I'm done, I pull up from her vagina, getting back up to my hooves. Looking down to the mare, I can't help but feel pride at the sight of her, licking my lips. I know that I'm far from done with her, my cock still erect underneath my large belly. Despite having came twice in the mare, I feel my orbs heavy once again, filled with more seed to breed into a willing mare.

It takes a minute or two before the mare shifts onto her side, and a couple more before she's back on her hooves. She's shaky and trembling, her head lowered a little as she still huffs out deeply. It feels amazing to have her be so overcome by the treatment I've put her through. Moving to her backend, still fixated with her backside. A small part of my mind questions on whether or not she could take another round. But with a shake of my head, I disregard that part of me, moving forward to her rump.

I feel the urge to place my muzzle in between her ass cheeks once again. But given how much prep I've already given her, I jump up onto her back once again, aiming my length against her pussy once again. This time, I sink my tip into her warmth once more, before slamming my hips forward, filling her love canal. The mare tenses up, as her back legs buckle. Moving my muzzle next to her neck, I watch her face as I bring my hips back, slamming into her again.

Her face shifts to one of pain for a moment, before pleasure overwhelms her. Thrusting back into her again, the pleasure only seems to increase. With a grunt, I can't help but let out a long neigh, my entire cock lighting up with unbridled pleasure. It feels like her vagina is designed to take me, a wonderfully warm depth that pulls me back every time I pull back.

Slamming my hips back and forth, I start to fuck her actively, moving my hips back and forth faster and faster. With a nicker against her ear, I run my maw against her neck, rubbing both of our scents against her fur. I pound as fast as I can into her body, my mind somehow becoming even number, as though I'm losing myself even more into the curse. My balls swing with each thrust, creating a wet slap against her clit repeatedly, creating a bit of pain with each slam. But somehow, the pain only enhances the pleasure, pushing even deeper into the instinctive movements of my body.

Nothing else matters, the only thing I need is to breed my mare, again and again. Filling her belly with my foals is my only goal, my only require. And what foals my mare would have... I bet she'd be a great mother. The idea of giving her my young only pushes me further, on an instinctive level. Similar to when I bred her ass, or the urges I felt with the stallions. Clamping my teeth onto her ear, I push myself faster and faster, wanting nothing more than to finally release. And, almost as though my body is listening to my thoughts, I once again feel my orgasm come closer. It's a lot sooner than before, maybe due to my previous orgasms.

Not that I care, my only interest is just a few thrusts away, and soon enough, I give her my seed. Once again, I feel my balls pull up against my body, my urethra spreading as I shoot my load into her womb. With my body and mind going over the edge, I black out, my entire world fading away into the night.