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The bachelor party had been raging for three hours and was well on its way to doubling that as Razee made his way out of the noisy hall. The groom was a friend from way back but most of the people there were strangers to Razee. That may not have been such an issue but as the responsible designated driver for his group he’d mostly fallen to the wayside. The bartenders didn’t even really bother talking to him much when he ordered his sodas and waters. Which somehow cost the same as getting beer from the tap.

With the hall being right on the edge of town there wasn’t much around for Razee to do other than hang around the parking lot playing on his phone. He was thirty, 170 cm tall, slightly chubby, with a shirt, light brown hair, blue eyes, and that night some sneakers, jeans, a t-shirt, and a hoodie jacket to deal with the early fall chill. It was dark out except under one of the parking lot lights, sadly putting Razee beside the hall’s dumpster. Still, it was quiet and less judgemental.

“I hope you’re not lost. I think the party is over there,” remarked a pleasant young woman who’d come up from the dark. When Razee turned he hadn’t been expecting to see a buxom blonde woman in a green and white checkerboard corset dress. Even in the dark her glittering blue eyes and cherry red cheeks shone.

“Wh-Who, me?” a stunned Razee asked as tried to gawk at the unexpected appearance of a pretty girl.

The woman giggled and grinned. “Of course you. Pretty sure everyone else is at the party over there.

“Everybody but you that is,” Razee pointed out with a cool smirk.

“You got me there! My excuse is I’m technically on the clock. You’re not having a smoke and you don’t smell or look like you’ve been drinking. So what brings you out here, sugar?” she asked, putting her hands on her hips.

“I was just clearing my head actually. I’m the sober one for the drive home, which is fine, but it’s proving to be a headache,” admitted Razee. He tried to relax a little while casually looking the woman up more. She couldn’t have been any older than twenty, taller than him, curvy and fit, wearing white stockings and high heel clogs that just made her figure harder to not adore. Her hair was carefully braided in a crown around her head with two buns on the side and still more than enough to flow halfway down her back.

“Awww, no. That really bites, sugar. I do a lot of parties like this and there’s not enough folks like you at them. Well I sure do appreciate you, sugar. I’m Rosalie,” she introduced herself while taking his hand to shake.

“Razee, nice to meet you too, Rosalie. And thanks for those kind words. No one in there was very grateful. Needed a break so I came out here,” he explained as he shook back. “Was getting too loud and crazy for my tastes anyway, heh.”

“I’m with you there, sugar. I’m a farm girl through and through and about the most I handle is the wedding itself. All the other parties just wear me out socially. Let alone other folks party’s where I’m not on a guest list anyway,” a cheerful Rosalie shared candidly. Making the man more intrigued about her.

“If you don’t mind my asking, what brings you out tonight, Rosalie?”

“Oh me? Well I’m the beer maiden! Ha, that’s what the drunk older men call me anyway. I’m a purveyor of suds for my family’s brewery. Most of the lovely brews on tap inside were loaded in there by yours truly when the party was getting underway. And I’ll be here a little while longer in the off chance they didn’t order enough and will need more. For a slight upcharge. Have to feed my horses somehow!” she boasted heartily.

“Heh, I guess you do. That sounds like a fun job aside from dealing with some drunk jerks and hanging around in dark parking lots,” joked Razee.

“The drunk guys assholes I could certainly do without. The waiting outside I don't mind so much. I love the fresh air and sometimes you meet lovely people in parking lots,” Rosalie said with a flirty air. “Plus I have Brandy.”

“Brandy? I thought you sold beer?” chuckled Razee.

Rosalie laughed. “That’s only the second time I’ve heard that one but it still busts my gut every time,” she said, siddling closer. “No, Brandy is my horse. She pulls my beer cart around town and keeps me company. Would you like to meet her, Razee?”

“Your horse? Yeah, sure. I’d love to see her,” Razee agreed right away.

“Well come on then! She should be back behind the hall unless someone lured her away with sugar cubes,” Rosalie invited with a look that got Razee’s heart going.

“I’m sure she still is. Can’t imagine her finding someone sweeter than you,” Razee complimented as he followed her wherever she wanted to lead him.

For an evening that hadn’t been going well for Razee things were finally looking up. Rosalie was proving very hard to take his eyes off of. She definitely knew it and played into it with many wistful glances in Razee’s direction. He didn’t know how his feet brought him back to what had been an old stable that the hall converted into storage. Beside it was a wooden cart half-filled with kegs and attached to the reins was a large, hearty chestnut colored draft horse with her black mane and tail lovingly braided.

“Brandy, I have someone for you to meet! Razee, this is Brandy. Brandy, Razee,” Rosalie cordially introduced the two when they were face to long face. With reins and blinders on the mare’s bright hazel eyes still shone in what little light there was.

Razee stroked her face. “Wow, she’s gorgeous. I’ve never seen a horse with eyes so…”

“So human? You’re not the first one to say that. I can promise she’s had them as long as I’ve known her and I’ve known Brandy here from her very first day! Just one of her many wonderful qualities,” attested Rosalie.

The mare whickered and snorted, nuzzling at Razee.

“I guess that’s her agreeing, huh? Well she’s a great looking horse,” Razee boasted.

“You know much about horses, sugar?” Rosalie asked while watching him pet Brandy.

“Me? No, not really. I know one end from the other and not too much else,” he laughed.

“Well that’s certainly step one, ain’t it, sugar? I do love my Brandy. She's been a good girl, good worker, and has been popular with the kids too! Course more business meant a bigger cart and more kegs so Brandy has been really coming through for me. Ain’t cha’, girl?” Rosaline explained as she stood proudly beside the horse.

The mare wickered and looked away from Razee as Rosalie spoke.

“Seems she’s being modest. Brandy here is the real backbone of the business,” assured Rosalie.

“I see you got another harness on the cart. Does that mean you’re hiring?” Razee noticed and used to move a little closer to Rosalie.

“You saw that, huh? We’re on the lookout, you could say. Someone to share the load with Brandy. In more ways than one, huh, girl?” Rosalie chuckled suggestively, which just made the mare look away even harder.

“Ohhhh, haha! So hiring for a work and play horse then,” corrected Razee.

“Exactly, sugar! Ain’t a lot of horse farms in the area anymore so pickings are pretty slim. But I’m always on the lookout. Ya never knew when you might stumble into the perfect stud,” a bubbly Rosaline flirted with Razee. Pushing her body closer to his.

“P-P-Perfect stud, yeah,” stammered Razee as his heart rate shot up.

“Razee, sugar, you sound a little nervous,” Rosalie remarked coolly.

“I do? Am I? I didn’t, I hadn’t realized, heh. I guess it’s just been a long day with a bachelor party and, ummm, haha. Sorry, I’m fumbling over my own words, heh. And I’m not even drunk!” Razee admitted with anxious laughter. He’d not talked to a girl in a while so was out of practice. And had never talked up one as beautiful and interested in him as Rosalie.

“Not even tipsy! Which is a real shame. I know why you’re abstaining, sugar, but I can’t say I’m not a little sad you won’t get to taste any of my brew. You sure I couldn’t tease with a small taste?” Rosalie goaded with her breasts practically in the man’s face.

“A taste? I mean, I really shouldn’t. My friends…”

“Your friends will be in the hall partying until midnight at least, sugar. Surely you could take a single small glass? For me? I’ll promise to give you the one with the lowest alcohol content so you shouldn’t get a buzz. Unless you’re a total lightweight,” she told Razee, practically tugging at his jacket to follow her some more.

“I’m no lightweight. I can drink when the mood’s on,” Razee bragged while letting himself get pulled towards the rear of the cart. Until something held him back briefly by the collar of her jacket. It turned out to be Brandy who let go after getting shot a steely look from Rosalie.

“Now where are your manners, Brandy? Let go of him! He’s sweet but not for eating!” Rosalie played for laughs while sternly batting the mare’s muzzle away.

The mare gave an indignant huff then dragged one of her front hooves into the grass. Rosalie shepherded Razee away and drew his attention back to her cleavage and the promise of wetting his lips.

“Brandy gets jealous; she hauls all this lovely brew around but never gets a chance to drink any. That or she confused your sweetness, Razee, with you being real sugar, sugar.” Rosalie doted while leading the back to the rear of the cart. She regained his full attention and left Brandy to know she tried her best.

Rosalie unlatched the back of the cart and let Razee help get her up to where the kegs were. “Don’t suppose you, keep a tap on you?” joked Razee, seeing only kegs.

“I actually do, sugar. But don’t worry, I always have a few crates in the back filled with bottles. Should be cold enough to enjoy one properly,” she answered to the sound of a swing-top popping off. Rosalie hopped down from the trailer and handed Razee the dark green bottle of frothing beer. “This one is an exclusive brew, sugar. That’s another way of saying it tastes good over getting you drunk and doesn’t sell very well!” probably because of that low alcohol content I mentioned.”

“I could see that,” Razee agreed as he took the beer and blew off the froth. “Does it taste any good?”

“I should say so. I gave Brandy a drink once and she seemed to like it. Take that for what you will, sugar, but I think you’ll like it!” Rosalie said with a massive grin.

“Heh, I thought Brandy didn’t get to taste the beer she hauls around,” remarked Razee before putting the bottle to his lips.

“Let’s just say it was a rare treat for her that night. Hasn’t had a drop since then. You know why?” she asked with a playful smirk.

As he was already drinking, Razee just shrugged his shoulders.

“She’s my designated driver, sugar! Ha! Get it?” Rosalie snorted and laughed at her own joke. One that Razee pretended to find as funny while getting down as much as he could in one sip. The beer- a dark ale with an oaty finish- was quite rich and to the man’s liking, He almost got through a third of the bottle with his first swig. The beer maiden grinning madly throughout.

“I’m guessing by that look you want to know my thoughts?” Razee presumed as he leaned closer to the young woman.

“I most certainly do, sugar. But after you finish the rest of the bottle! You’re off to a good start though, so that’s a good sign! Keep going, Razee! Do it one go and I’ll even give ya a kiss. If ya wanted it,” Rosalie offered sweetly with pursed lips.

“I’ll take that bet.” Razee proceeded to chug the remainder of the bottle to the growing delight of Rosalie. The nearer he got to the end the more she clapped and egged him on. With that sort of support Razee polished off the bottle. “Ta da!” he mouthed as he stifled a burp.

“Ha! Drank it down like a true stud! Suppose you really earned that kiss and maybe a little more,” insinuated Rosalie as she moved right up against Razee to take the bottle from him. “Would you like that, sugar?”

“I would love that, Rosalie,” Razee agreed, licking his lips ready.

“Thought you would, stud. For that let’s find somewhere a little more, private. These stables should do. Come along,” she said, taking the man’s hand.

“Private is good. Lead the way,” Razee accepted without a fight. His infatuation with the woman he just met wasn’t his usual fair but he didn’t want to look a gift horse in the mouth on this one. In his mind a beautiful beer maiden giving you free beer and taking you for a private kissing session could only lead to good things as they entered the rustic stable.

Inside was a long center floor and stables for ten horses at one point. All the stables on the side facing the hall were filled with a mixture of chairs, benches, old kitchen and bar equipment, and bales of hay. The other side was much the same with one stable open but mostly filled with yet more hay. A few lights strung up in the rafters provided a dim amount of light and tossed up strange shadows. Razee’s eyes were fixed either one part or another of Rosalie and just knew things got a lot quieter once she shut the doors.

“All this junk should be good for keeping any sounds from traveling. Don’t want people to hear us, do we, stud?” purred Rosalie as she strutted back over to Razee standing near the open stall.

“Mmm, I like that. ‘Stud’. Hope I’m still sugar worthy too,” an excited Razee said despite having to wink away a peculiar dizziness. He figured it was just the buzz from the drink helping him take his edge off.

Rosalie came right up and put her arms on his shoulders so she could pet his head close to her chest. “Well that’s what you are, stud. And don’t worry about the sugar. I’ve got plenty of cubes for all my horsies,” she tittered with a glint in her eye. “How are you feeling, stud? Your cheeks look flush, Razee. Are you feeling okay?”

“Me? I’m fine, I’m fine. Might just be the whole bottle of beer I downed. That or I’m thinking about that kiss I’m owed,” swooned Razee. There was a heat coming into his face as well as his chest, arms, fingers, and less surprisingly his crotch. He assumed it was just his racing heart that had his hands trembling as he pulled Rosalie tight to him.

“Oh right, that. Come here, stud. Let me give that sugar I owe ya.”

The two embraced as Rosalie locked her lips with Razee’s and pressed into the man. Razee was dosed with the passion of the motion and gave little care to his shivering arms, tingling fingers, and softly aching tailbone. From how Rosalie held him to how her tongue persisted. But so were the aches which bloomed into cramping pains and a full body shiver cramping pains. Didn’t take long for Razee to be reduced to a quivering mess held up entirely by Roselie’s strong arms and stronger lips. Razee’s excitement had turned to horror that something was terribly wrong.

When Rosalie pulled back her lips they curled into a crooked grin. “My word, what’s come over you, stud? Your body is shaking like a jump mare in July. Here, come a little closer, sugar. I’ve got ya,” insisted the woman as she pushed Razee’s face into her cleavage to stop him crying out. Holding him tightly, Rosalie took the chance to peer down the man’s back to where a conspicuous bulge was forming at the base of his spine. She tugged his jacket and shirt up for a better look at the protruding, bony flesh mound growing its way out over the man’s ass. “My, my, stud. I thought you could handle your booze. One beer and you can barely stand.”

Rosalie stepped back and let go of Razee. Giving him enough room to stumble and fall face first dirt packed floor. There he writhed and had trouble catching his breath as his bones could be heard to crack and pop. Under his clothing his body swelled and bloated to fill his clothing in a matter of minutes. Somehow making an uncomfortable situation even worse as he tried to get to at least his knees. The throbbing mass at his tailbone forced Razee to spread his knees apart as far as he could to accommodate it. Pushing his jeans to their limit while Razee saw for the first time what was happening behind him.

“What is… happening to me? Wh-Wh-What is this, Rosa-Rosalie? What is that growing on me? H-Help?” Razee said desperate between coughs when he saw the fleshy several inches pushing his waistband out. So it was impossible not to see. Everywhere his skin was red, veins bulging to the surface, under his body hair.

Rosalie had her hands on her slanted hips as she peered down at the man. “Don’t worry, sugar, you ain’t dying or anything morbid like that. What is happening, Razee, is that I’ve not been entirely forthcoming with you and my intentions. That beer you drank was far from ordinary. As you’re feelin’ right now, ain’t cha?” she remarked in the same carefree voice as before.

The sound of ripping and popping seams and his jeans and t-shirt grew more prevalent. Razee wanted to get on his feet and get out of there but could barely summon the strength to lift his arms and hands in front of him. On account of having trouble moving certain fingers. He did not expect to see some fingers merged together, thumbs shrinking, nails seemingly callusing over yellow, and worse. As bulbous bone masses grow from nothing in his palms then migrate up into his merged middle fingers at an excruciating pace.

He tried to scream but as soon as Razee’s mouth was open a thick leather bit was in it. Rosalie held it there to keep him making so much noise. “I told you I was on the lookout for another horse,” reminded Rosalie as she admired him.

Nostrils flaring and hands morphing into bigger, heavier things, Razee tried to speak some sense. “But I’m not a… horse!”

“Not yet, sugar. That special brew I gave you is in the process of correcting that. By the end, you’ll be bigger than Brandy and the perfect draft horse to pull my cart. Brandy was a designated driver once too and look how happy she is with some alterations! So since there’s no use fighting it, stud, you’d be smart to let it happen and not fight it. Won’t hurt s’bad,” she advised.

“F-Fuck you!” a frantic Razee huffed with the bit in his mouth and eyes straining wide. “I’m n-nobody’s h-horse!” he clamored at her. Razee’s anger was undercut when his elongating, burgeoning former-hands weighed him right down to the floor in a clatter. “N-No! You have to-to-to stop this!” Razee begged.

“Aww, sugar. I couldn’t stop it if I wanted to. The lady I buy em from makes sure they ain’t reversible. Before you know it you’ll be clopping around, snorting, wanting to eat oats and be quite content pulling my cart alongside your new girlfriend,” boasted Rosalie as she started circling the man. “It’s coming over you so well, sugar. Got a tail dock and some hefty lookin’ hooves buddin’ so far and from the sounds of it there’s a lot more going on under them ill-fitting clothes you got on. Can’t wait to see it, sugar,” she laughed.

The tail dock fittingly ripped open the top of both Razee’s jeans and underwear just as Rosalie spoke of it. Yet Razee was more transfixed on the changes which deformed his hands so that nothing was really left but a rapidly disappearing nub of his thumbs and pinkies. They were taken in broadening, bony mass overtaking his wrists, elbows, and increasingly more of his upper arm and shoulder. The hands were by far the worse and every passing few seconds they got bigger, heavier, and more akin to cloven horse hooves. Some sprouting white hairs around where flesh met hoof even sprouted pale hairs to add as furnishings.

Denial of what was happening proved impossible with how vivid and all consuming the transformation was becoming. The tear in Razee’s pants opened by his still growing tail grew larger as his ass fattened and spread. Accompanied by unsettling moist pops from his pelvis that forced Razee off his knees and onto the wobbly tips of his toes. More ripping sounds then led to Razee feeling air on his bare ass and dangling genitals.

“No point in me trying to help with those clothes. The emerging stallion will do the work for me. Might be a little uncomfortable for you, what's a little more pain at this point, right, sugar?” teased Rosalie who had come behind him. “Look at that ass grow! And I thought Brandy went through a growth spurt!” she whistled like a proud farmer.

“Hrrrrrrrng! It hurtsssss!” Razee roared into the bit. Which tension in his jaws kept firmly clenched in his mouth

“The pain will pass, sugar. You’ve got quite growing to do, sugar. Especially if you wanna impress and satisfy Brandy properly!” Rosalie declared with a slap to the meatiest part of Razee’s spreading hindquarters

Razee muffled cries and tears continued as his ass grew to proportions that should have ripped his skin apart. Instead to stretch taut over it all, growing darker and thickening to hide in places that Razee couldn’t see. But he could definitely feel his flesh drying out and getting coarse in places where skin could rub against his clothing. Of which his growing body made sure there was less and less of. And when he had to keep widening his arms and legs to accommodate his transforming skeleton his clothes ripping falling from top to bottom.

A brief loss of strength in his jaw allowed the bit to fall from Razee’s mouth. He gasped for air and wanted to look anywhere but at the colossal horse hooves that replaced his hands. Razee’s search led him to look under himself and back to where only his erect human cock could be seen over the bloat of his gut. He could feel his balls bobbling behind him but they had tucked up slightly to where a horse’s would be. A salty, watery liquid dripped from the tip of his penis from an orgasm Razee hadn’t realized he had. As it turned out, his cock wasn’t as entirely human as it appeared either.

A pulsating, unwanted heat coursed up from the base of his shaft. Razee watched the head of his cock mushroom out while the shaft thickened and lengthened into sight. More and more slid into view, the shaft a vivid pink at the start but broke out in dark, mottled coloring. Like everywhere else the skin of his cock felt like it would rip apart from the size. So did his balls feel inflated and their flesh struggling to keep them in. A few minutes of this engorged his cock to forty centimeters in length and nearly as thick as the lone beer bottle he drank from that night. Crawling flesh around his waist and the hilt of his flowering equine cock started his sheath but the rest of his body was still undersized to stitch up his belly in full.

“Now you’re starting to look like the sort of stud that could keep Brandy properly satisfied, sugar! Shoot, I bet most men would love a package that size. Bet you did too at one point or another, Razee,” Rosalie assumed while returning to stand in front of him. She knelt down enough to take him by the chin and tilt his head up to see the desperately confused look in his eyes. “I’m going to leave you alone for a few, sugar. But I’ll be back faster than you can shake your new tail. Don’t go hurting yourself! I’ve got a treat for ya if you change nicely, hehe.” Rosalie feigned another kiss just to let go of his chin and saunter out of the stables.

“N-No! You c-c-can’t leave… me like… this!” Razee muttered in a voice too weak to be heard as Rosalie disappeared.

Keeping Razee company now were just the graphic audible sounds of his progressing transformation. The larger he got the more there was to change the louder it got and Razee only got bigger. His waistline and hips tore off the last off his pants as they widened thick muscles grew just under the surface. Razee wished he could shut it all out.

A cramping of the toes and feet that had been going on since Razee’s balls were the sizes of small melons shot up suddenly to disturb his barely maintained balance. His sneakers got tighter like the rest of his clothes and though he tried not to look his neck was too sore to keep straight anymore. The laces popped off and the seams split and separated from the rubber sole as his tearing white socks became visible. Under their spreading strings he saw only a couple toes and an elongating foot. Twitching muscles further up his legs caused Razee to kick his legs back, flinging the pieces of his shoes and socks backwards. The whole while the man muttered to himself for this all to be some horrible nightmare.

There was no respite for Razee's body as whatever magic was in that beer bottle stretched and remolded his skeleton to a draft horse’s massive proportions. Arms and legs extended, bent, felt twisted inside of him, and then this happened with his pelvis, shoulders, spine, and ribs. Breathing was hard already but it got near impossible with a barreling chest and lungs that were undersized. His organs, muscles, ligaments, veins, and the rest of his meat would follow painfully. Razee kept barely formed hooves under him throughout. Especially when his shirt and jacket ripped off like the rest of his clothing and he nearly tripped on his wallet.

Feeling the last scraps of shirt slide off his sides, Razee kept trying to scream for help in vain. From the neck up he was still human with only a burst blood vessel in his right eye. It wasn’t any solace and as his body got bigger, chest expanding forward and equine shoulder blades budding from his upper back left him unable to look anywhere but straight ahead. Spit, snot, and tears flowed down his constantly consorting face.

As the worst of the bone shifting subsided, the gurgling, stretching internal struggle churned Razee’s stomach and guts. His longer torso and length of ribs provided ample space for new organs to fill. Razee would feel nauseous and gassy before swinging into an uptick in feral arousal driven by his still growing cock. Whose sheath could finally stretch up now that Razee’s had the space for it. In those moments of bestial lust he found a new fear that wasn’t just the physical transformation.

Razee’s head had been aching from not long after finishing the beer and had managed to keep itself together so far. However his body’s new cocktail of hormones and instinct was reaching his head. With his penis and testicles no longer human they sent desires to Razee’s brain that were fitting for a stallion. Ones that were harder and harder to push aside as less and less of Razee was human enough to resist. The balls of a horse that were as big as cantaloupes and a cock longer than his human arm fought his human decency with intensive emotions. To breed, to mate, to run, to be a horse.

“N-Nooo. This is… my… body…” Razee refused the urges through clenched teeth. His voice ragged and deep. Barely his anymore.

His defiance was enough to push the thoughts of mare cunts and mounting Brandy down to his horse parts. Where it remained restless and ready to stubbornly try again.

Horse hide had spread over enough of Razee’s legs, chest, back, and rear to give the room the strong aroma of horse. A million needle pricks dotted everywhere on this hide that a dark brown, black, or white horse hair sprouted. The feeling dulled when a short coat developed and the hide was not so sensitive. This did not apply to the longer hairs of his tail or furnishing. They stung all the way to full length. Only the hair on his head was shedding. Razee was watching the last of it trickle down in front of his eyes when in the distance he saw approaching shadows.

“See? I told you, Brandy. He would come along just fine. Just look how big he’s gotten already!” Rosalie announced as she entered with Brandy in tow by her reins. “Still has some growing to do but it won’t be much longer. The transformation is just the tip of the iceberg anyway, ain’t it, Brandy?”

The mare didn’t reply. Simply kept her head down.

“Exactly! The pain and such are fleeting compared to all that comes after. And any pains he still has after you can help work out, can’t ya, Brandy?” remarked Rosie as she tied the mare’s reins off. She then made another circuit around Razee to gauge progress. “Oh yes, coming along wonderfully, sugar! He’s nearly as big as you already, Brandy. And he should end up a few hundred pounds heavier too. That may just be the cannon between those haunches though!” Rosalie pointed out. Just before cupping one of Razee’s testes at a time and stroking his tail. “That’a boy. Grow.”

“Please… no… Too.. big,” Razee rebuffed with a snort.

“Ha! Try and stop yourself, stud,” Rosalie dared, leaning right into the man’s face. Who somehow remained beautiful notwithstanding a brazen mean streak. She chose to stand there, watching him gain those promised kilos.

Whenever he breathed he’d retain some of the girth, some of the depth of chest, and push himself into a properly large draft horse range for size. All the closing his eyes and wishing it would stop couldn’t override Rosalie’s brew.

“Not getting any smaller, huh, sugar? Told ya. You’ll be happy for all that weight though when you’ve got a double load of kegs to carry and Brandy wants a night off. Behave and work hard enough and you’ll earn some nights off too, stud. Or better yet, nights in with the girlfriend,” Rosalie teased with the intention of getting both victims blushing.

It worked on Brandy, making her shy away, but Razee was distracted by the changes creeping into his neck and head. Soon his vertebrae swelled and forced the rest of his neck to stretch forward with a sickening series of snaps. The sounds were amplified when his ears wriggled before elongating too. The sides curled and tips became pointed the bigger the ears grew. Coming to flop from the sides of his head as his neck’s length reached its zenith.

Razee’s head drooped lower to the ground upon the lengthy neck which had broadened up with the strength to keep up with what was happening to his skull. He knew he couldn’t speak for much longer so tired one last time to beg for his humanity. For his troubles he got more nightmares. Several of his teeth had fallen out or cracked, he figured from all the pained clenching, but they were only the first teeth to dislodge from his gums. Every tooth to the last was coughed or spit out bloody onto the floor as a bone deep hurt enveloped his face.

Soon his nose was widening and doing the same to the rest of his face. Razee’s bulging eyes were spread too, adding to a disorientation that made resisting those bestial instincts harder to maintain. In a matter of minutes his nostrils and upper lip drew together more like a muzzle. He was made to watch since he couldn’t blink. So watched as the last of the great pains of his transition stretched his human visage away. His breathing was inhuman, warped, and ragged throughout. The sound got more horse-like as the shape of his skull did.

As Razee’s human face was contorted away his new owner was tidying up with a broom. Gathering all of the man’s clothing, pocket contents, hair, and teeth into a single pile. Rosalie hummed and acted oblivious to any of Razee’s distress. She brushed everything in a couple garbage bags and made sure the scene was clean of everything except fluids. Under Razee was a puddle of sweat, blood, tears, human semen, and a growing amount of horse pre-cum- from his absolutely rock hard horse cock.

Rosalie hefted the bags over one shoulder and dug a red sugar cube from her pocket with her free hand. “Eat up, Brandy. Let’s get you in the proper mood,” Rosalie told the mare as she fed her the sugar cube. The mare ate it reluctantly knowing there was no choice for her like there was no choice for Razee. “Good girl! You keep the stud company while I toss this stuff in the cart and fetch the second set of reins. This turned into a swell evening, didn’t it, darlings?”

Brandy averted her gaze to the ground and let Rosalie skip out of the stable without a fight. When Rosalie was out of sight, the mare’s head rose. She saw the fear and sheer panic in the man’s eyes, knowing it well herself. Her eyes said, ‘I’m sorry for this’. Sorry for her predicament, for being unable to prevent his, for the pain, and for what was about to happen between them.

A horse’s head replacing Razee’s old brought with fitting senses of smell, taste, and hearing. The latter knew from all the sounds emanating from his body in flux but the sense of smell turned on amid Razee still heaving for breath from nose and mouth. Smells intensified and he became aware of many more. Many were mundane and just noise added noise to an overstimulated mind. With continued incursions from hormones and tacit instincts, Razee detected a scent among the myriad sweeter, hotter, and increasingly more fragrant as his nasal passage grew. Something about it stirred pleasurable sensations that for the first time quelled some of his pain. The more he sniffed of this peculiar aroma the fewer aches in his body.

The smell’s growing intensity wasn’t entirely owed to Razee’s transformation reaching its end- true though that was. Even when he had a horse’s head and had only the hide and coat to cover it the sweet smell was only getting amplified. Following his nose made Razee take his first real stops forward on four. The packed dirt did little to dampen the bulky clopping sound. His ears twitched and heart trembling to know how massive he was, but the source of the smell overrode bashfulness.

He neared Brandy and it clicked when, with a simple swish of her tail, that heady aroma really circulated around the room. She didn’t need to turn for Razee to know the heat was rising from her backside. Those previously repressed desires galloped back to the forefront and this time there was little Razee could do with him no longer human.

Rosalie returned to Brandy lifting her tail for a curious and erect Razee. “I see you two are beginning your courtship. I couldn’t be happier! I did promise you a boyfriend, Brandy, and boy howdy, did I deliver! He came out quite the handsome specimen in the end!” she remarked loudly. Startling both but nearly toppling Razee if not for Brandy steadying him with her body. “Oooo, looking out for him already. You really are smitten, aren’t you, Brandy?”

The mare was too horny to be bashful or embarrassed for how she acted. Instincts ruled much of her thinking and she knew Razee would be no different as a stallion. Brandy hoped he had enough wits by the end to be good company at least in the long run. While she moved ahead of him and lifted her tail, she hoped he made a good lover too.

What little was left to transform on Razee was a blaze of white on down his face and thickness to his mane. Razee may as well have been a stallion by then though with the size and sexual proclivities to match already. That’s why a beautiful mare, in season and willing, presenting herself in front of him was more than human sanity could keep shackled. He stuck his muzzle into her rear end without a second thought or hint of disgust. Barely a flutter of shame as he mounted the Brandy and let instinct do what it wanted. Because it was the same as what he wanted.

Razee’s transformation into a draft stallion completed with him atop Brandy and his cock trying to find its mark. Thankfully for both the former humans Rosalie was there to guide the head of Razee’s dick to the prize.

“Go on, sugar. You’ve earned it,” Rosalie encouraged warmly. Adding a smack to Razee’s haunch to get him to thrust that first time. “That’a boy!”

After that Rosalie could step back and let nature take its course. Both gave into their equine lust and need to copulate. Brandy let out passionate whinnies while Razee huffed, snorted, drooled, and nipped at the mare’s braids. A potent stink of horse and sex permeated the tiny stable for the first time in years. It may have gone longer but neither animal had any notion of restraint. That final feral thrust and enormous emptying of his first load as a stallion was done with the man himself barely aware what he was doing. Knowing just a sublime euphoria and the jingling of horse reins.

Razee did regain a measure of his human wits once his horsey sex haze cleared. His eyes opened to a long face, blinders either side of his eyes, a leather noseband, and a bit between his teeth. There was a weight on Ravee’s shoulders and back which were lashed together with straps and wood. Hearing a whinny from his left Razee could turn his head enough to see Brandy latched like him. He then knew exactly where he was.

From her bench seat at the front of the carriage Rosalie, grinning ear to ear, tugged the pair’s reins. “Time to get a move on, you two! We’ve got two pickups to make and the whole ten mile trot back home to do. If we wanna get there by dawn best get a move on! Brandy, show him the way!” Rosalie ordered.

Brandy got going and Razee had no choice but to match pace. Didn’t take long for them to start trotting in tandem. The man couldn’t help himself and obeyed. Some blue and humanity from his old eyes carried over to the new where Razee was an otherwise normal looking draft horse. As they trotted by the parking lot where she found him Razee spotted his car and friends waiting impatiently around it.

*****

“He’s not answering his phone or any texts. That’s not really like him,” puzzled the soberest of Razee’s friend, standing beside his friend’s locked, empty car.

“I know I saw him early in the night. Dude was fine,” assured the drunked of the five.

“Really? He seemed kinda cranky last time I talked to him. Probably pissed he couldn’t enjoy the party properly,” remarked a friend with a beer bottle in hand.

“What, you saying he just fucked off? Left us here? And his car?” asked the soberst one as he put his phone away.

“Well he ain’t here, he answering us, and he was stuck as the DD all night so maybe he did just fuck off. He ain’t here, that’s for damned sure,” burped the drunkest.

Just then the men heard a horse drawn carriage passing nearby. They looked and saw the kegs, two burly horses, and a buxom blonde beauty at the helm. Prompting the second drunkest to try his luck.

“Hey gorgeous beer maiden! Any chance we could catch a ride?” the man yelled in a stupor.

“Yeah! Pretty please!” begged the drunkest.

“It was your beer that got us drunk so it’s the least you can do!” the sober one added.

Rosalie laughed and to the men’s surprise stopped the cart. “I can’t exactly drop everyone off at their doorstep but how’s about I give you lovely gentlemen a ride to a taxi stand down the road? The least I can do for getting y'all hammered with nowhere to go,” invited Rosalie.

“Really? You’re the best! You heard her, boys. Hop in!” the second drunkest told the others.

For the whole ride to the taxi stand the men sang songs and cheered for the beer maiden who had saved them the walk. Rosalie figured she owed it to the gentlemen after all.