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“You don't know anything about it!" George shouts at me, fists clenched in anger.

“All I'm saying is that you could have handled it better, that's all!" I respond, putting my hands up to try and calm him.

“You accused me of cheating!"

“Sierra accused you of cheating! I only asked about it!"

George raises a fist, and before I can actively defend myself, he slams it across my face, pain coursing through my jaw. I slump against a wall, bringing a hand against my face, a finger going to one of my teeth, finding one of them chipped. Looking up, I see the chipped piece embedded in his knuckle. Without saying a word, George exits my house, slamming the door behind him.

I let out a small groan as silence falls upon me, my heart racing inside my chest. Taking a few moments, I shift myself to the bathroom, feeling pain shoot through my tooth as I move. I look myself over in the bathroom mirror, seeing a small trickle of blood down the side of my mouth. Wiping it away with my thumb, a shiver moves through my body. It's a shiver I've grown accustomed to, one that I feel upon the drawing of the full moon. Looking out of the window, I look up to the half full moon, a tremble coursing through my spin.

“Soon..." A small whisper perks my ear, making me turn slightly. Just hearing the voice makes my groin stir softly, my length growing semi-erect, even despite the pain. It's a voice I occasionally hear in the last few days before the full moon, and one that calls me to the changes that'll overtake me.

Cleaning my hands and face before drying off, I move a hand into my underwear, idly touching myself as I leave my house. But then, I feel worry begin to build up inside myself. Worrying over the chipped tooth now embedded into George's knuckle. It... it couldn't have transferred the curse, would it? I shake my head softly, trying to rid my mind of such thoughts. I try to focus on the task at hand, my eyes wondering over to the stable.

I wonder if any of the mares are interested in a bit of 'pre full moon preparations', knowing I'll need to take my mind off of tonight's events. Heading over to the stable, I head inside, making sure to close the giant wooden door behind me. The scent of horse fills my nose, burning it slightly. I love the smell of horse, the deepness, the raw scent of hay and musk. Moving through the stalls, I look through each one, until I'm met by one of the horses.

She's a somewhat recent addition to my collection of horses, by the name of Twine, brought mostly for her ability to take... bigger partners. One I managed to test in a slot of 'private time'. A chestnut Clydesdale, with a wonderful mane and a white diamond shape on her forehead. With the best backside I've ever seen, one I may or may not have buried my face in... more than once.

“Hey there girl," I say, her snout coming to my shoulder, her nostrils flaring as she sniffs me. “Mmm, someone's affectionate today."

I run a hand through her mane, pressing my lips against her neck, kissing her softly. I move myself up her neck, then across her lower jaw, and... before I knew it, my lips are pressed firmly against hers. She kisses me back, or as much as a feral horse can, her lips locked with mine. I've always loved the way horses felt while kissing, how... taboo it is. It only makes sense that I'd grow attached to those I mate with while in my 'feral' form. And that I'd express certain emotions with them.

I let the kiss last for a good few minutes, letting my worries fall away at her taste (and saliva) move down my throat. After this happens, I pull away from the kiss reluctantly, huffing deeply as I look up at the mare. Her eyes are beautiful, especially in the mild light of the growing moon. I open the stall and enter her space, my heart fluttering slightly at the prospect of the night ahead.

Undressing myself slowly, it's almost as though I'm putting on a show for her, my erection shooting up from my underwear as I pull my undergarments down. The moment I'm nude, I feel a sense of freedom, feeling much more comfortable without clothes. I guess the curse has changed me for the better, or worse by some people's judgements. But they don't understand, I mean... I can't stop the curse, and I'd much rather build a relationship with my horses, rather than force myself on them every full moon. I'd... I'd rather them want to be with me, and they wouldn't see me as a mate otherwise.

“You're such a good girl..." I say, walking up to Twine, putting a hand onto her midsection. Running my hand down her body, it easily finds itself at her flank, groping her butt. With a small neigh from her, I tighten my grip on her rear again, smiling as she neighs again. “Mmmph, like that girl? Didn't know you were a butt girl."

She looks back at me slightly, flaring her nostrils as if to respond to me. I smile back to her, moving so that I get a full look at her ass. Her doughnut shaped ring looks amazing, sitting in between her giant ass cheeks. It's as wonderful as ever, and I find myself wanting just to bury my face in between her cheeks. Licking my lips, I keep myself away from it, just enough to tease myself. I find myself huffing at the scent of horse musk, finally giving in and moving forward, my head sinking into the cleft of her butt.

Her ring tastes amazing as my tongue presses up against her, licking up her cleft before focusing on her anus. My world sinks into a void of worshipping her rump, lips locked around her ring, digging my tongue into her warm depths. I can almost feel her scent sinking into my skin, like she's claiming me as hers. Running my hands across her backside, I make sure to grope them as much as I can, before they move to just below my head. My fingers find her vagina, her wet lips already dampening my skin.

Without hesitation, I dig a hand into her love canal, getting it in with minimal resistance. Twine lets out a loud neigh as I spread her open, my wrist getting to her wetness, before following my digits and hand. She takes me expertly, her anus clamping down on my tongue with every movement. I slowly move my hand and wrist in and out of her vagina, slowly pushing centimetre upon centimetre into her warmth.

With a small moan from myself, I get more of my forearm into her, my arm disappearing into her body. Once I get to my elbow, I stop pushing my appendage deeper, and focus on just working on pleasuring her. Twine pushes her ass back against me a little, grinding herself against my face and arm, a wordless signal for me to continue. And continue I do, nothing being able to bring me away from her backside.

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I slowly wake up, with my hips in between Twine's thighs, my semi erect cock still inside of her warmth. Yawning deeply, I shift myself up, pulling myself out of the mare's vagina, a small spurt of seed following suit. Twine shifts at this, lifting her head and looking down to me. Even with her mane covered in hay and all messed up, she still looks amazing.

“Mmmph, hey honey... did you put the kettle on?" I ask with a small chuckle.

Twine neighs back at me, laying her head back into the barn floor.

“No worries, I got it." I respond, patting her ass softly as I get myself up.

My legs feel a little shaky as I do so, moving up to her head, I bend down to give her a kiss on her lips. Barely more than a peck if I'm honest, but I still feel a little bit of lust build up in me. Making my way out of the stable, almost forgetting to lock Twine's stall on my way. Heading back home, my bones feeling slightly sore from sleeping outside, I remember the previous evening, and my fight with George. Knowing the full moon is in a day or two, worry still in my mind as I get home.

With a small shiver, I try to settle my mind, knowing I'll probably only get more worried. Usually I'd be more than happy to get another person in on the curse, but my own brother... I don't even know what I'd do if he ended up being like me. Previously, with some of the others I've given the curse to, I'd get a feeling while I transformed, as if we... we shared our transformation. I wonder if it'd be the same with George... and if I'd be able to warn him beforehand.

I hope I'd be able to warn him...

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Slumping myself onto my chair, I rest myself against the back, letting out a small huff before my phone starts buzzing. I let out a small groan before reading the caller ID, letting out a louder one. I take a moment to answer the call, bringing the phone to my ear.

“Shaun, I'm really not in the mood." I say, not letting him speak first.

“George, you gotta listen to me." Shaun starts, sounding agitated. “You need to get to somewhere quiet. Where are you?"

“Is this some sort of joke, I'm way too tired for this."

“George! Please, just get somewhere private. You're not in the city are you?"

“Of course I'm in the bloody city, where else would I be? Alaska?" I answer back, unable to keep the snark undertone out of my voice.

“For fuck's sake! Take this seriously!" Shaun shouts, his voice turning deeper. This takes me by surprise, it... he sounds almost inhuman.

“Shaun, I can't deal with this right now. I'm sorry." I say, cutting the call before flinging it to the side.

I barely slump back into the chair, before pain suddenly shoots through my mind and body, followed by intense heat, overwhelming me. I shake as heat rolls into me, burning me up from the inside, filling me with desire that overwhelms my mind. Calling out into the room, I fall out of my chair and onto all fours, sweat beginning to soak into my clothes. My lips part, and I try to form words, to call out for help. But doing so almost feels... alien to me, as if I've lost the instinct to be able to do so.

“Wh-what's... happening... t-to me...?" I manage ask, feeling a strain against my crotch. As if... something is pressing up against my underwear. My back curves downwards, pushing my backside up into the air as the heat builds ever more inside. I shiver as I feel my insides shift and churn underneath my skin, my muscles growing and building. “I'm... burning up!"

My breaths become heavy as I shakily move a hand to my shirt, grabbing onto the wet fabric before pulling it away from me. It easily rips away from me, falling to ribbons below me. I slam my hand back to the floor heat continuing to throb through me, large drops of sweat now dripping off of my chest and onto the ground.

More ripping sounds fill the room, and I feel the pressure release from my crotch. A few strings of fabric keep the pressure on me for a few seconds, before even they give way. I feel a shooting pain run through my spine, before it radiates into the rest of my body. Parts of my body get pulled and pushed in different directions as new muscles shift and snake underneath my skin. As though my bones are making way for them within limited space. My eyes close from the pain, clenching by instinct.

“Please! Help me!" I call out, hoping someone, anyone, would hear me.

“Submit to me..." A voice whispers into my ears, I can't pinpoint where it's coming from, but hearing it makes me open my eyes, barely able to do so through the pain. I'm barely able to pull my head up, but I can just able to see a pair of glowing red eyes in the mirror. They radiate pure emotion... I can't describe it better than just burning lust... passion, and concentrated bliss.

“P-please... help... me..." I try to say, my voice barely pushing through the pain. I don't know what this thing is, but I'm desperate for help, from anyone... anything.

“Submit to me... young colt..." It continues to whisper, seemingly entering my mind.

I tremble as the voice bounces and shifts through my skull, slowly getting back onto my feet as the remnants of my trousers fall to my ankles. My vision blurs, before it seems to refocus a few times, taking a minute to actively make any headway. The lust I had felt from the entity seems to invade me, like tendrils entering my skin and into my body.

“P-please! Make it stop!" I call out, my hands trembling as I pull them up, focusing onto my appendages. My knuckles pop and my bones crack as the joints begin to push out, stretching my skin and pushing my fingers outwards. Pain shoots through every nerve in my hands, causing them to burn beyond believe, as though my blood and bones were replaced with molten metal. I can only stare in horror as my hands extend and fingers distend, my skin turning to a dark brown, almost black colour.

My lower back curved downwards, as though I've been kicked by a horse, a loud crack emanating into the room. This repeats just a little up my back, and again a little farther. Each crack causing me more and more pain, seemingly focusing on each of my vertebrae. I go cross eyed when it reaches my upper back, and I almost black out as it reaches my neck, the force and pain never lessening. Another phantom kick hits the base of my skull, cracking two vertebrae at once.

The moment this happens, I feel something push out from the top of the cleft of my ass, skin continues to stretch to make way for another change inside of my body. Something like a snake pushing outwards, somehow feeling like my spinal cord is being extended, and yet... feeling like something completely alien from myself.

I fall onto all fours once more, unable to hold myself up anymore through the pain. Changes seem to re-focus onto my crotch again, weight beginning to building in my length as more and more blood is pumped into it, seemingly growing my cock out. Even my balls begin to grow, keeping up with the size of my dick, weighing down my sack. My ballsack tightens as this happens, taking a few seconds before the skin begins to stretch and extend in comparison to my orbs.

“S-st-stop... p-please... stop..." I beg, wanting more than anything for this to be a dream, for it to end... to not be real. “No mo-o-ore..."

My feet begin to stretch, similar to my hands. Toes and joints begin to pop and extend, lengthening my feet outwards, pushing my heel upwards with forceful popping and cracking of bones. I can't stop it, any of it, my mind boiling under the heat that still rolls through my body. My shoulder blades push out, growing underneath my skin, building up in mass with each heartbeat, pain rolling out with each pulse.

My heart pounds in my chest as I'm forced onto my side, rolling onto my back. I spasm a little as this happens, a surge of signals roaming through my body. It only lasts a few seconds before I calm down, managing to look down at my body. Dark hair is growing across my malformed body, covering my skin more and more. And then it takes my notice, the tip of my cock is a few mere inches from my head. It's grown so much, it doesn't even look human anymore. A ring has formed about halfway down its length, and the tip has flattened to a mushroom-like flare. Heat radiates off of my length, so much so, that I can see clouds of musk form off of my length.

I let out a moan as I open my mouth, feeling my maw water at the sight of my newly changing length. It lengthens even more, as though a spurt pushes through it, pushing it straight into my mouth. My mouth is filled with the taste of horse, I have no idea how I know this, but... I just know it to be true. The taste pushes me farther down my cock, filling me even more. My lips feel so soft... roaming over the sensitive skin of my dick. The tip presses up against the back of my mouth, pushing even deeper into my throat.

Pushing myself even deeper down onto my own cock, trying my best to fill me as much as possible. I pull myself backwards, thrusting myself back down, repeating this again, and again... and again. I'm momentarily lost in the motions of sucking myself off. The taste, the scent... fuck! I never knew I smelled so good! Tasted so good! H-how... how could I ever give this up?

I can barely register that my cock is thickening, or that my balls are feeling even heavier. Almost as though the sexual action had put the changes into overdrive. The taste that fills my maw, the scent that burns my nostrils only grows stronger, deeper. Even as pain radiates into my jaws and skull, I can't pull myself off of my shaft, unable to give up the pure ecstasy of my own cock. I feel my face lengthen, my lips and jaws pushing out into the startings of a maw.

My nose widens and flattens against the emerging maw, as fur continues to cover up my neck, taking over my lips and nose, which just becomes two nostrils on top of my mouth. It becomes rectangular and boxy, pushing my lips even farther down my dick. My nostrils flare as I breath in the clouds of musk, burning my nose in my own scent.

So... good...

I could never give this up. So, it's only fair that a sudden shift in my upper chest, and shoulder blades pulls my maw away from my length. I can only groan in need as I try to push my snout back down onto myself, but with how my form has become, I'm unable to come close to it. Leaving me frustrated and unable to sate my growing sexual urges.

“P-plea-... plea-..." I try to beg, my snout feeling too alien to actually form words.

No matter where I look, it's always in my vision, meaning I'm unable to not be aware of it. It's... it's always there. I shake my head, not wanting it to be true. Shifting my body, I realise just how much my rear has grown, having gone unnoticed until now. My hips having widened beyond anything I could imagine, muscle and soft 'plumpness' making up the size that my growing bones don't.

Shifting slowly onto my front once more, I grind my length against the floor, trying to masturbate as best I can. Every time I pull back, I can feel my ass grow even more, giving ever more weight to my thrusts. I quiver softly as I huff out my lustful actions, sweat continuing to pour off of my body. I call out in pain as my neck slowly pushes upwards, thickening as it does so. My whole body builds outwards even more with new muscles and gained weight.

With a drawn out groan, my ass gets the bulk of the gain. Even my hole feels like it's pushing outwards, becoming almost doughnut shaped, becoming big enough to ever so slightly part my ass cheeks from the size. I huff as I slowly move off of my knees, and onto my hands and feet, giving up on thrusting my length against the floor. Almost by instinct, I start to push my ass outwards, as if I'm presenting myself off. While, I still don't want any of this... there's still a weird sense of pride that comes from showing off my body. As if there's someone watching me, admiring my new form.

O-oh god... it just won't stop! Why won't it stop?!

I just want it to end... everything hurts, I'm... I'm becoming a monster. There's no denying it, far from it as I look up to the mirror. A mostly horse-like creature looks back at me. My hair's become a equine mane, and my entire body has been covered in dark brown, almost black, fur. I huff deeply at the sight of myself, finding a weird form of... sexiness to myself. I want anything else than it to be me, for this beast to be someone else.

My body slowly forms to be more quadruped-like, arms slowly forming into a second set of legs, my, now back legs, becoming more straightened up. My ears perk upwards into points as my whole body becomes a mirror image to a feral horse, losing more and more of my humanity. As my body becomes fully feral, my ears elongate, becoming horse-like, almost as a signal that the rest of me has lost the battle to... whatever is happening to me.

Pain rushes down to my feet, my... hands? My digits slowly form together, hardening and numbing to the world. I cry out as my front legs crack into place, taking their final form as my digits become hardened hooves, and my hands become the joints above them. Groaning out softly, I feel the same happen to my back legs, sweat pouring down my forehead as I... I give in to it.

And then... pleasure moves through me, my mind is overwhelmed by bliss. I look over my body, sinking into the... beautifulness of my form. By instinct, I shake my head, trying to get these thoughts out of my head. I'm... I'm a monster. How could I consider myself beautiful? I'm a beast, an... abomination.

“M-monster..." I manage to say, the words feeling almost fully alien to me.

And then, the voice returns to me, completely inside of my mind now. “My horse..."

“N-no... not... real..."

“You're my horse, my stallion."

At the word 'stallion', bliss forces its way through my body, focusing through my length, which throbs in response. The voice repeats the word inside my mind, causing more and more pleasure to roll into my body. I close my eyes as I try to pull away from the bliss, to re-focus my mind. But it doesn't work, it's... it's too powerful.

Taking a few moments, I open my eyes halfway, I can barely see my length throb underneath my belly. The veins in my length instinctively pulsate, bringing it upwards, slapping my barrel of a belly. I let out a small moan at the pleasure this causes, a spurt of pre-cum shooting out from my tip. I... I do it again, letting my body do the work by itself, feeling ever more pleasure work through my body, bringing my head back to call out.

It... it feels so good!

I can't hold back anymore, my resistance ebbing away as my mind becomes nothing past a beast's. My sense of self gets lost underneath the instincts and urges that now cloud my every thought, my every idea. Barely able to register anything outside of the pleasure, and my cock slapping my belly, I just let myself masturbate, any sense of shame or unwillingness now disappeared.

And then, I feel my tip flare outwards, signalling my approaching orgasm. What a flare it is too. So big and powerful... I could plug up a Clydesdale with this thing. My eyes focus on the mirror, working without any purposeful action from myself, the image of a horse appears under me in the reflection. She's... she's got such a beautiful mane... a magnificent frame, and her flank... that's to die for.

But... I shouldn't want this... should I?

My heart beats heavily in my chest as my back legs work on their own, thrusting forward as my cock slaps against me once more. This is close enough to fool myself into thinking I'm actually ramming myself into her hot marehood. The illusion opens her maw, and I can almost hear her call of pleasure. This is repeated again, and again, and again, sweat dampening my fur and mane with every thrust. I flatten my ears against my head as the scent of musk and equine horniness fills the room.

I find myself begging for the release, wordlessly wanting it to build to the tipping point. And as though someone hears me, I finally feel my massive balls pull up against my taint, and the first of many shots of cum is pushed through my length. The image of the mare disappears the moment the cum escapes my tip, shooting my seed across the floor. I fall into complete and total darkness, falling into the void.

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I slowly wake up on the floor, the stench of sweat and cum burning my nose as I shift on the floor. It feels as though I'm drenched in something, something thick and absolutely rancid. As I get up, my whole body aches and my muscles burn with exhaustion. I barely need to look around the room to realise just how trashed it is, almost nothing has been left untouched or broken.

With a small grimace, I groan as I bring myself fully to my feet. My legs are shaky as I slowly walk into the bathroom, making my way to the mirror, being met by my dishevelled form. I'm mostly covered by a thick white liquid, my hair splayed in every direction. Grabbing a towel, I do my best to clean my head and hair, managing to get myself mostly clean before I hear a loud knocking at my front door.

I lift my head out of the towel, looking towards the sound. It takes me a moment to properly register what I actually heard, being brought out of my trance by another series of knocks. Gulping down my reservations, I fling the towel to the side and head to the cupboard, putting on a night gown to cover enough of myself to keep anyone from asking questions. Heading to the front door, I'm met by Shaun, out of breathe, with a hand pressed onto the doorframe.

“Sh-Shaun...?" I ask, feeling my heart beat a little harder at the sight.

Taking a moment, Shaun sniffs the air a little, and something crosses over his face. It's... like the intent of the eyes I saw last night, somehow expressed on his face. He grabs onto my robe and pulls me close to him, his nose going straight to my neck. Sniffing me deeply, he shakes softly as he lets the breathe, out groaning deeply.

“You smell... s-so... good..." He moans into the fabric. I'm too shocked to even respond, especially when he pulls away just enough to lock eyes with me. “You and I... have so much to talk about..."