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It didn't happen...

Last night didn't fucking happen. I didn't turn into a fucking horse, and breed some mare. Mr Johnson certainly did not fuck me senseless, until I begged him to let me sniff his balls... That definitely didn't happen...

But no matter how much I try to deny it, no matter what, the smell of cum and sweat sticks to my nose. The smell's been in my nose all the way home, a solemn reminder of the nightly activities. Parts of me wonder why I even tried to deny it. Mr Johnson had grinded himself against my clothed ass, giving me one last creamy gift. I had walked all the way home in the cum covered clothes. Thankfully, no one saw me. But it didn't let up on the shame of the situation.

Somehow, remembering the walk home brings a deep blush to my cheeks, as my jeans... Mr Johnson's jeans, tent with my semi-erect cock. That shame returns at this, drooping my head as I walk up to my farmhouse. The heat of lust is still burning inside me, leaving me blushed and huffing in need. Once inside, I undress myself, cum dripping down from in between my ass cheeks. My hand slowly moves to my backside, fingers dipping into my cleft. I find my ass still loose and still wet.

“Fucking perv..." I whisper, digging my fingers farther up into myself. My other hand goes to my cock, slowly jerking my throbbing shaft. “I'm such a perv..."

Huffing out softly for a minute, I move to my bedroom, going under the bed to pick out the box underneath it. I look around a little before grabbing the biggest 'toy' I have. A large, twelve inch, red dildo, shaped in a roughly canine design. Given my recent revelations, I don't try to give the theme much thought. Placing it onto the ground behind me, I take a moment before grinding my ass on the tip. The pointed end pushes into my loose hole slightly, making me gasp a little.

Angling myself a little, I get the pointed tip of the dildo into my ass, trying to muffle a cry of pleasure. It's a lot easier to get it in me this time, over my previous attempts, having to at least take a minute before in 'plops' into my body. This almost proves what happened yesterday and last night, the multiple rounds of passion Mr Johnson had with me. Using that footage, that fucking footage, as blackmail. I swear he just got a friend to fake that shit so he could fuck me. Probably saw my nightly blackout sessions and took the opportunity.

I push myself down the fake cock a little, feeling my body fill up with the silicone. Somehow, even though it's just a dildo, it... excites me, my ass getting filled. The feeling is so familiar, and so comforting. As I take the midsection of the red rocket, my mind is filled with memories, so vivid it feels as though I'm replaying them with my body.

In an instant, I'm underneath a horse, the smell of sweat, musk and cum thick in the air. My ass is filled beyond its limits, the stallion's cock in me, his balls slammed against mine. I can feel his cock throb inside me, following his heartbeat from base to tip. The moment of rest is just that, a moment. And the equine does what horses do best; fucking a slut's ass until they're begging for more.

My cock drunk mind doesn't remember the horse's name, or who he belongs to. All I can focus on is his length, pulling back to the tip, before pushing to his base, over and over again. He never needs lubrication with me, by the time he's got to me, at least three other stallions have left me completely fucked and well lubed. And despite my silent pleads, he didn't even give me a rimjob.

But that's ok, he's more than making up with me. My barrel of a belly doesn't even show a bulge as I take him, a part of me wished it did, just so I could revel in it. I push back against his thrusts, making sure his cock never stays still inside me. I want him to cum in me, to fill me with his cum, to have his seed mix with the other loads inside my bowels. Despite him not being flared, his tip acts as a plug in me. Keeping all the cum inside my ass, the amount almost being enough for me to hear is slosh inside my hot body.

'Cum... c-cum in me... please...' I think to myself, hoping that I get that across in my body language.

The stallion slams into me and pauses for a moment, seemingly catching his breath. I wiggle my ass, my non-verbal way of asking for more. This seems to be interpreted correctly, the horse getting back to fucking my doughnut hole. He's a lot less coordinated this time, more sporadic. Pride rises in me, in getting him so close, in being able to take him so well. His flare spreads deep inside my chest, filling me even further.

'Come on... fucking breed me!'

I feel my own orgasm building up, but that isn't important to me. His orgasm, his release of pleasure. That's what's important to me. Every thrust into me gets him closer, and when it feels like he's on the edge, I pull my head back in a loud, unrelenting neigh. It's as guttural and as primal as any sound we've made. A large knot fills me in the middle of my call brings me back to reality.

“NE-E-EIGH! AHHHH!" I call out, cumming out into the warm air. With every shot of my seed, and tug of the knot inside my ass. “NEIGH!! Neigh! Nie-ie-ah!"

I relent into huffing, the feeling of fur still against my back. It goes from short, coarse fur to long, luscious fur. The sound of hot, heavy breathing against my ear, the ghost of a dog's tongue against my neck. Memories mix with reality, before returning to full reality. And it's only now I realise what I actually just came to.

A... a horse... I had a horse in me. I just came to having a horse in me. And where the fuck did that dog tongue come from? Looking back at the canine cock dildo, fully knotted inside me, and I'm given my answer. The scent of horse, musk, and sweat is thick in my nose, the underlying tone of dog mixed in for good affect. Moving a hand to my neck, I'm half expecting to feel hot, slimy saliva on my skin. And despite it feeling so real in the moment, my skin is completely dry, outside of a thin layer of sweat.

I use my feet to keep the dildo mostly on the ground, pushing the rest of my body upwards. The knot tugs on my insides, making sure I'm tied with the fictional dog it represents. If takes a few goes, but my ass finally releases the thick knot, an all too familiar plop sounding as it does so. The rest of the dildo follows much easier, a layer of my internal juices and Mr Johnson's cum coating its surface.

I try not to think about what just happened, about what I just came to. But the images replay on repeat inside my mind. Making sure I can't think of anything else as I slump against my bed. Looking at the dildo, it almost represents the repressed urges I have inside myself. The ones that started a few months back... the ones I've tried to bury down inside. My head falls into my hands, trying to keep myself together.

“I'm... I'm a monster..." I mutter to myself, shaking slightly as realisation properly sets in.

The thoughts and memories inside my head, such taboos... Is... is it wrong? I had no control over myself, so could I really be held responsible? And as long as I don't act on these desires, I... I can't be that bad. With a groan, I rest my head back against the bed's side, looking up at the ceiling. Not even I can believe that...

I slowly get off the floor and go to clean the dildo, throwing it back into its box, before pushing the box back under the bed. Out of sight... out of mind, right? Shaking my head a little, I go to do some of my farm work, trying to get my mind off of what's just happened. But no matter what I do, I still feel the shadows of what happened over the last day or two. Especially when I draw closer to the stable, the smell of hay, horse, and horniness mixing together to tempt me inside.

My heart beats faster and faster as I get closer to the large, wooden door. I place a hand onto one of the planks, and feel heat wash over me, it's sudden and completely overwhelming. The heat focuses on my back and rear end, even burning up my bowels. Pulling away from the door, the heat dissipates instantly, leaving me huffing and confused. Gulping down my apprehension, I go to the door again, feeling the heat build up again when I touch the wood. I grab the handle and open the door quickly, a wave of musky scent hits me full force. Despite my best efforts, every breath in, I can almost taste the equine smell of the barn.

“It didn't happen..." I tell myself, putting my arms around my body in some form of comfort. “I'm... I didn't have sex with any horse. I just hallucinated everything..."

Even as the words leave my lips, I know it's not true. The memories, the images I saw this morning... they couldn't have just been inside my head, right? I take a deep breath, blushing deeply as the smell turns me on a little. Taking a moment to build myself up a little, I go to deal with my tasks inside the stable. The first few horses go according to plan, but as I go down one side of the barn, nearing the end, I notice the horses get jittery with me.

I manage to get my tasks done despite this, but when I get to Chestnut's stall, I find her right at the door, staring at me weirdly. She's never been at the door before, nor looked at me this way. I can't tell what expression it is, but it makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up. When I open the stall door, she nuzzles me softly, her lips nibbling my neck and shoulder. This really puts me on edge. Chestnut has never been affectionate, never. She's always been the stoic type, not exactly hating me, more... indifferent?

But now she's all lovey and dovey with me, her nostrils flaring as she sniffs deeply against my skin. After a moment, she moves and presses her lips against mine, making me freeze. My heart stops as she... as she kisses me. Her tongue begins to lap at my lips before I'm brought back to reality. I pull away from her, getting a confused look from her. She shakes her head with a nicker, going to the stall door.

The door has a large, open window, taking up the upper half of the frame, the other half being slightly reinforced wood. She mounts the door, resting her front hooves over the lower half. Her tail flicks up, once, twice, three times... I notice her winking pussy underneath her tail. It's kinda hard not to see it, given the situation. I stumble backwards, my back pressing against the back of the stall.

“No..." I half whisper myself. “N-no..."

It... it didn't happen. I shake my head, Chestnut's tail continues to flick upwards, almost as if she's taunting me. Her backside shaking from side to side slowly, the smell of horse becoming thicker and richer. This almost makes me feel sick, the overwhelming thickness of the scent making my head hurt as my cock begins to throb. My body squirms for a moment, before slowly walking towards the horse.

Sniffing at the thick air, my mind seems to be running on autopilot. I gotta... gotta get her off the door, maybe that'll stop her being this way. My hand goes to her rump, now I need to push her off. Come on... push her off. I can't help as my hand roams over her backside, groping the muscles underneath the shirt fur coat.

'Has she always had such a beautiful ass?'

I pull away as I think this, feeling my heart race inside my chest, the desire builds up to the surface. This... I'm... I'm not a monster. I don't want to fuck her... I don't... do I? My doubt brings me back against the wall, falling to my ass as I cover my head in my hands. Bringing my body up into a ball, I tremble violently as the urge inside my body continues to build. I can hear Chestnut get off the door, hooves slamming onto the ground, getting closer and closer to me.

I feel my eyes grow wet as a muzzle presses against my hair, hot breath rolling over me as she sniffs me. She nudges me softly, doing it again, as if to try and get my attention. I push her away, wanting to be left alone. The horse huffs against my head, giving another nudge against my head, stronger this time. Moving my head up a little, I look at the horse with tear covered eyes.

“I'm a fucking monster..." I half whisper, my emotions almost boiling over.

Chestnut moves her muzzle against my chest, her nose moving down to near my crotch. My first thought was that she is horny again, but then I realise, I don't really care. I wrap my arms around her head, burying my head into her short forehead fur. Tears fall from my eyes as I try to come to terms with the urges and feelings I'm going through. The cap of emotions having been opened, I'm now unable to stop my reaction. Not that I want to, it feels amazing to finally get it out.

Minutes tick by, and I let it all out, leaving a patch of wetness on her fur. Pulling away slowly, Chestnut pulls away too, looking at me. Her eyes are big black voids, but this time it doesn't unsettle me like it has before. It feels as if there's infinite potential in them. She raises her snout a little, doing the small action again. It feels as if she's asking if she could... well, do 'something' again.

Putting a hand on her cheek, I pull her into a kiss, locking my lips with hers. It feels wrong and disgusting, but... oh so right. This seems like the catalyst of everything I've gone through, all the feelings I've had for a month or two. Maybe... maybe this is the reason behind all the weird things going on recently? Coming to terms with taboo urges that have raised from my subconscious? It could make me have some very intensive dreams, hallucinations maybe, one of which could include the time with my neighbour.

All these thoughts race through my mind as I kiss Chestnut, pushing my tongue into her boiling hot maw. I pull away slowly, looking at the horse as I run a hand over her snout. She... she really is a beautiful creature, all the right features and curves. This definitely is wrong, but fuck... I don't care anymore. It's the only thing that makes sense, that warm, bubbly feeling inside of me.

“Love you Chestnut," I whisper.

She blows a shallow whinny, pressing her nose against my hand.

I chuckle softly. “I'll take that as a 'I love you too'."

Slowly getting up, I give the horse a hug, wrapping my arms around her large neck. It feels good to just be there, embracing her. The heat of her body, the softness of her fur, comforting me. It doesn't last long, and when I pull away, I kiss her nose. A thought crosses my mind, and I glance at Chestnut's ass, the urge of lust building inside me. But then, doubt begins to form.

Am I ready for this? Do I 'go the distance'? I'm just coming to terms with my new feelings, and... I don't think I'm quite ready to do this with her. Not that I won't, but not at the moment. I run my hand over her cheek, letting it run down her neck, grazing her wife shoulder blades.

“Sorry sweetie, maybe next time." I say as if she could understand my words.

Chestnut seems to take the answer though, and leaves me be as I finish my work in her pen. I give her a drawn out kiss before leaving, the taste of her hay tinted saliva on my tongue. The rest of my duties come easy, taking me up to the evening, leaving me tired and ready for bed. With a yawn, I head towards my house, taking a small diversion to the stable to give Chestnut a goodnight kiss. After which, she moves her nose down to my crotch, sniffing my scent deeply.

“S-sto-o-op..." I stutter, drawing out the word as I put my hands on her snout, a vague attempt to push her away. This time, I don't feel the expected disgust or shame at the act. Only a mild sense of shyness at having her be so into my scent. It actually feels nice to have someone be into me like this, even if it's being expressed so feral-y. After a moment, I just let her have her way with me, feel lust begin to bubble inside me before she stops.

She pulls her muzzle up to be level with my face, my hands going to her cheeks once more. “More of that, and you may tempt me into more. You sexy mare you."

Chestnut seems rather pleased with that prospect, nudging my head with a blow of air. She seems rather caring, now that me fucking her is on the table, even if I'm not sure she knows what I'm saying. I bring her into another kiss, giving into the urge once more. It feels amazing to be able to do this.

I don't know exactly what's been going on these last couple month. Whether these... hallucinations created these urges, or if they were brought up to the surface from inside. But here, with my lips against hers, wanting her tongue jammed down my throat. All I want is to stay here, in blissful pleasure. Pulling away from her reluctantly, I find I'm unable to let her go just yet, giving her another kiss, and another. Only leaving her after a few more minutes of our shared embrace.

Returning to my duties, I don't have too much trouble, outside of one of the male horses being a little more affectionate too. Leaving the stable, I start on further tasks I need to do today. This is, until I find my neighbour at my front door. He's in a shirt and a pair of jeans, smiling as he sees me. I stop when our eyes meet, the instinct to turn and do something else grows in me. But he starts walking towards me before I can do anything.

“Hey there mare," he smirks once he gets to me, running a hand through my hair. “Hope you're not too sore, it was a rather rough night."

“I... I don't know what you're talking about." I respond, pulling away from him.

“What are you talking about? Was I that good that I fucked the memory out of you? I think that's a compliment."

“Mr Johnson, I really don't know what you're talking about, really."

“Then how about you come round to my place, at the next full moon? So I can give you a bit of a 'reminder'?"

“I... I'd rather not, now, if you'll excuse me." I say, trying to walk around him.

But quickly, he pins me against the wall of my house, grinding his semi-erect cock against my leg. “Come on, mare. Good mares don't play hard to get, they know it makes stallions more rowdy."

“P-please, Mr Johnson... let me go, you're hurting me."

He takes a moment, before kissing my neck, sniffing me softly. “Until the full moon then, my little horse."

With this he pulls away, groping my crotch for a moment before he leaves me. The feeling of his hand on my crotch lingers after he leaves me alone. I gasp and shiver as the reality of the situation dawns on me. That... that confirms the hallucinations, doesn't it? No. He's just trying to get into my head. I shake my head, doing my best to forget what just happened. I enter my home slowly, shivering as I close the door behind me. A huff escapes my lips, looking down to my semi-erect cock, feeling the lust build inside me.

'Don't... don't do it.' I think to myself, biting my lip as my hand moves on its own accord, getting closer and closer to my throbbing need.

With a small grunt, I move towards my bedroom, going to the box underneath my bed once more. This time... I go one size bigger, and for once... I accept the more bestial ideas that penetrate my mind.

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Days turn into weeks, they keep dragging on. I keep using the animalistic toys underneath my bed more and more, especially after my visits to the stable. My connection with Chestnut builds, as I become more comfortable with the new type of relationship I have with her. Going from light petting and deep kissing, to actively groping her ass and drawing out washing out her backside. I lift her tail and look down at her freshly cleaned backside, licking my lips in temptation.

'Go on, do it... you know you need it.' I think to myself, slowly moving down to her backside.

As my nose presses against her doughnut ring, I inhale her scent deeply, letting it run into my lungs willingly. Her base musk mixes with the fruit shampoo I use to clean her fur, sweaty ass swirls together with passion fruit and strawberries. Pulling away from her, I feel my cock throb and tent my trousers in reaction.

“Fuck... such a tasty mare..." I moan out, groping her ass tightly.

“Mmm, I said the same about you." A voice says from the stall's doorway, making my turn towards it quickly. Mr Johnson stands in the door's frame, smiling as he gropes himself through his jeans.

“What? Mr Johnson, what are you doing here?"

“Here to pick you up."

“P-pick me up?" I ask, the suggestion feeling out of place.

“Yeah, full moon tonight. It's special, you know?"

“What do you mean?"

“C'mon little mare, you can't deny it forever."

“Seriously Mr Johnson, I have no idea what you're talking about." I move away from him slightly.

He moves closer to me, putting his hand on my cheek. “Come over, please? I'm sure we can work this out."

The idea is completely outlandish, but as his fingers trail my skin, I find my legs walking on their own. He leads me to his home, taking me into his abode. A table of food and snacks has been set out, mostly healthy things, but a few crisps and chocolate bars spot the arrangement. I'm sat down at one end, while Mr Johnson sits at the other, smiling over at me.

“There we are, isn't that better?" He asks, licking his lips.

“What am I doing here, Mr Johnson?" I ask him.

“We're having dinner, like I said."

“I mean... why?"

“It's a special occasion, tonight." He says, seemingly picky with what food he's eating. I look at him with apprehension, before starting to eat the food too. As I take in some of the bread, Mr Johnson seems to relax a little, smiling at me even wider. “I wanted to apologise for what happened last month."

“Nothing happened last month." I respond sharply.

“Ok, ok. I still want to apologise, if anything did happen."

“Thank... thank you."

I move my hand to my forehead as my head begins to feels foggy. Mr Johnson, seeing my reaction, gets up from his chair, before m oving over to me before lifting my chin.

“Poor little thing, don't you worry." He says, moving down to kiss me fully, licking at my lips before delving into my mouth. I try to struggle as he gives me a French kiss, feeling his tongue explore my insides. With a small gasp of air, he finally pulls away. “You'll do just fine."

And with that, the world goes black, leaving me to the void. An eternity passes me by, time having no meaning in the darkness. This void keeps its hold on me, swirling shades of black that cover my eyesight. But soon it slowly begins to dissipates, allowing me to come back to reality. My vision is blurry at the start, but as it clears, I look around, taking in my surroundings. I'm completely naked, strapped to a chair, in the centre of a windowed barn. Mr Johnson is in front of me, standing over me with a grin on his face. He's in a light shirt, a pair of jeans, and some old work shoes.

“Hey there, sleepy head." He says, his voice almost mockingly happy.

“Fuck... Mr Johnson? What the fuck's going on?" I ask, struggling against my bonds. The chair seems to be heavy-duty, and reinforced, making sure I'm kept in place.

“Had to be a bit more... persuasive in my tactics. Sorry for straps, just needed to keep you in one place for a while." He moves towards me, running a hand up and down my thigh, a wistful smile on his face. His hand moves closer to my crotch, before grasping it tightly. I gasp as this happens, feeling it throb in his grip. Something builds inside me, I instantly know the feeling once it takes a hold of me. It's... it's about to start.

I can feel the changes approaching, but I resist the urge, doing my best to keep the desire from building up inside me. My cock gives a few throbs of need, before slowly retracting, showing that I'm gaining ground. But as this happens, Mr Johnson grabs onto my cock, smiling up at me before jerking my length, kissing me once more.

“Come one horsy, you know you wanna let the stud out." He says, licking his lips of my saliva.

“Nnng, s-stop, please. I... I-I don't want this..." I say back, his hand not making me any harder, but the retracting has stopped.

“Let him out, I know he wants to play."

I struggle against the restraints, sweat beginning to form on my forehead. After a minute of him trying to rile me up, he huffs dejectedly, leaving my length alone. As he straightens himself up, he presses his hand against my nose, while closing my mouth with the other. He grins as I'm forced to breath in my own scent, the undeniable undertone of horse mixed in with my own scent.

“That's a good boy, good boys sniff their own scent." He muses half to himself, moving his hands away after a few moments. With a shift, he moves around my body, focusing on my naked ass. “Now how could I forget about this?"

“Wh-what are you doing?" I ask, feeling a groping hand on my ass cheek. His fingers roam my skin and I feel my body respond. “Wait! No, please! Not there!"

“Oh, weak spot? Don't worry, I'll be gentle, mostly."

His fingers slowly move closer and closer to the cleft of my ass, almost dancing their way towards my hole. This makes my shaft bounce, growing harder at his touch. Finding my hole quickly, he circles the wrinkled skin before pushing in a finger. I moan as he gets his entire digit inside me, my cheeks burning with blush.

“Oh, you love getting your ass played with, don't you?" He asks, nibbling my ear.

“Sh-shut... up!" I reply feeling my cock get to its natural limit, before pushing past it, growing farther and farther.

“Oh my, look at you, just throbbing away like a mare in need."

“Please, you don't know what you're doing!"

He jams two more fingers into me, spreading me nice and wide. “I know exactly what I'm doing, mare! I'm going to get my hands on that curse of yours, and nothing's. Going. To. Stop. Me!"

He jams his fingers into me with each word, making me yelp every time. He seems to enjoy this, digging his fingers into my bowels as my length surpasses my belly, the scent of horse cock reaching my nose. Instinctively I sniff, taking it in slowly, letting it envelope me. Mr Johnson smells it, moving his other hand to my growing shaft, grabbing it tightly.

“Fuck, you smell so good!" His hand glides up and down my cock, the pre-cum leaking from my tip acting as a lubricant. “I know you wanna cum, so just give in."

His hand barely fits around half of my circumference, but still, somehow, feels good...

“No... please stop." I try to say, feeling my broadening tip press against my mouth.

“Oh, look. I think your 'friend' wants to play." Mr Johnson mocks, taking his hand off of my length. Moving it to my nose, he smears pre-cum against my nostrils, making sure that all I can smell is my own cock. With a grin, his hand goes to the back of my head, pushing me down against my semi-equine looking tip. “Open wide, he wants to get in."

I try to pull out of his grip, the feeling of my leathery skin against my lips is strange, almost grotesque. My shaft grows a little longer, my tip becoming a little more equine. The pressure against my lips increases, and my lower jaw relents a little. And that little bit of given space lets my entire tip into my mouth. I half gag as my eyes grow wide, before I clench them shut. The taste of horse cock fills my mouth, the overpowering taste seeping down my throat, followed by my own pre.

“That's a good boy, eat it all up." Mr Johnson teases, pushing me down farther on my shaft.

It snakes its way to the back of my mouth, making me gag as it opens up my throat. I can't open my eyes as it travels down my gullet, leaving me totally unprepared as to what's coming. As my cock travels down, I can feel the transformation finish inside of me. Somehow, it feels as if I'm more... receptive to things down my throat, although I have no idea why.

“Such a good little cock sucker."

I moan out, trying to say something snarky back.

“Yeah, you can do this any time you want with me."

Of course the sick fucker takes it the wrong way...

“Gonna let you up for some air, cock-lover." And with a tug, he pulls me off of myself, my mouth making a wet plop as the tip escapes me. I'm left gasping for air, saliva and pre covered around my lips. The upper third of my length glistens in my juices, as a few spurts of pre splashes over my face. His free hand moves down to my balls, grasping one in his grip. “Damn, your cock isn't the only grower. Feels like your ready to burst."

“You... damned monster..." I say, trying to ignore the smell of horse pre in my nose.

“Not yet, little mare. Now, come on. Cum for daddy." He purrs, digging another finger up my ass, focusing on my prostate.

That seems to be my ultimate weakness. My body becomes putty around his fingers, breaking my mind in two as pleasure shoots through me. I roll my head back, letting out a deep groan from the very deepest part of my stomach. It's inhuman, unnatural, and very much horse like. Writhing in the chair, I move my head to almost every angle violently, calling out to the man. Somehow, with the fingered assault against my prostate, my mind is instantly boiled down to the primal horse side. I need to be free of this chair, I need a mare! A body to use!

Sweat pours from my forehead as I thrash around in the chair. I will him to continue, pushing my ass against his hand. Quickly, his whole hand disappears in my, bringing me even more pleasure. Instantly, Mr Johnson wiggles his fingers inside me, making me shift even more around him. Pushing out more guttural sounds from my gut, I give myself into the urge, the change...

An arm moves around my neck, as the hand in my ass moves deeper into me. It's a restraining hold, no other, as a pair of lips come to me neck. A long, drawn out lick of my sweat draws my attention a little, only a little compared to the rest of the situation. After tasting my sweat, a huffing whiff of my neck follows, moaning out deeply.

“Just as I thought, even when the stallion tries to come out." Mr Johnson whispers into my ear, my head having strained to a stop. “You're still a lustful little mare."

I let out a low growl, somewhere between a whinny and an animalistic sound of anger. “I... stallion..."

The words feel as unnatural in my mouth, as they do being processed in my mind.

“That's the best you can say? You're a stupid fucking mare, that's for fucking sure." His hand grabs at my prostate, gripping the sensitive button.

“S-st-sta-all-io-on!"

“Why don't you do something fucking useful, mare." His hand pulls back, and makes a punching motion into me, landing against my pleasure button. “And just fucking change!"

I call out, my head throws back as I let out the sound, my body becoming stiff. The feral part of my mind withdraws a little, letting enough rational thought inside me to keep me from going too stir crazy. Pain radiates from my lower arms, only subsiding if I allow them to change. This time, as the transformation starts, it feels as if they're both transforming simultaneously. Memories of the previous changes come to mind, and mirror what's happening now. My fingernails turn onix black, fingers and nails fuse together, quickly becoming hooves and equine feet. The width of my wrists are bigger than before, stretching the restraints around them, but not enough to break free of them.

Breathing deeply, I huff as I look down at my new hooves. With a small gulp, I realise that... I want this to happen. Mr Johnson's fist up my ass, my cock bigger than I ever could have imagined, body becoming more and more equine. It's absolutely divine. And I... I want to get more of this, this pleasure.

My heart beats harder, fur growing at the base of my hooves, moving up my arms. It meets the line between the unchanged, and changed parts of my appendages, before the transformation seems to follow the fur farther up my arms. I groan out in pained pleasure, shifting against my restraints. With cracks and sudden pulls of bones, my ass grows and widens quickly within the chair. It fills the available space within seconds and then pushes further. The wooden frame that holds me in place begins to crack and weaken, splitting pieces of wood pushed outwards by my growing flesh.

“Fuck..." I breath out, sniffing the horse musk, and sweat filled air deeply. Raising my hoof upwards, I tug against the leather strap, feeling it weaken against my force. Doing it again, the strap relents a little more. Once more and it breaks, releasing my hoof from the chair. I do the same with my other arm, having the same luck with that.

I shake my head before I feel a shift from the chair. With a slump forward, the chair's front two legs give in, and I'm sent falling onto the cold wood below me. I grunt out as I feel my ass grow even more, the strain against the wood increases, splintering the frame.

“Oh god..." my voice begins to deepen. As it does so, I feel the pleasure rising once more, masking the pain I'm feeling throughout my body. It's still there, but now I can actively push past it. “M-more..."

My ass finally breaks the chair's seat in two, the separated parts only being held up by the back legs, and the splintered remnants of the front. It feels good to have that pressure relieved, shaking my own back legs out to test the muscles, feeling the wood move free from the leather restraints. Now with the chair's legs gone, there's enough space for the leather straps to slide off of my ankles.

I'm finally out from anything holding me back, getting onto all fours, I push my ass out a little. Looking back at myself, I notice just how... good my ass looks, even when half transformed. A small nob of flesh sits at the top of my growing cleft, not having felt that grow while dealing with everything else. Licking my lips, I close my eyes, taking a moment before deciding... choosing to actively want the transformation. Instantly, the pain dulls even more, and more pleasure shoots through my spine and around my body.

It's... it's rewarding me, the curse... for good behaviour. I lick my lips once more, my mouth feeling ever so dry. My body works in overtime, the bones in my legs cracking and morphing underneath my skin. Muscles grow and feet deform as I let out a loud neigh. It doesn't stop, and I... I don't want it to end! It feels so fucking good!

I fall onto all fours, groaning in pained pleasure. The changes to my back end meet at the cleft of my ass, fur growing over my plump backside, plum sized orbs, and my ever growing taint. My tail grows just above my asshole, far quicker than any other times before. Within a minute, I have a long, luscious tail of deep brown hair. It feels amazing, even if it didn't last as long.

My asshole is the last thing to change, the wrinkled skin plumping up outwards. Every clench of my hole pushes it out even more, making me moan as I actively clench it even more, wanting it to happen faster. As it finishes its changes, I feel my ass' growth slow down to a stop too. With the two final parts done, my lower half is completely horse, the trails of fur slowly climbing up my midsection.

I groan out a little as my hooves are shaky, the slight size difference between my forward and back halves not helping in the situation. With a deep groan, I try willing my transformation further, my hole clenching around Mr Johnson's arm as it moves deeper into me. This helps the growth of my upper half, my shoulder blades expanding and the muscles grow.

My vision blurs and blacks out, about a minute of time passing by. I somehow stay on my hooves during this, coming back at the last moments of my upper half's transformation. This leaves just my head to go, the sensation quiet bizarre, having all but my head turned. I begin to feel lightheaded as I begin to huff, drawing in breath as much as I can. It doesn't feel enough, but as fogginess clouds my mind, my head finally begins its own transformation.

This one is quick, perhaps the quickest of any part of my body. My jaws are first to change, elongating and bulking up, my neck thickens, and then my head in general grows. The growth of my fur, which by now, has grown all over my body, moves up onto my head. As my newly forming maw grows, it becomes easier to breath, relieving my light-headedness. Groans and moans escape me as my head shifts and changes, taking on its final, equine form. Fitting with the rest of my body. Although it's not as big as before, still letting Mr Johnson fist me at a good angle.

As this happens, I feel my cock throbbing against my belly, reminding me that I'm still pent up. And I need to take care of this, properly I mean, and I've got a good fist up my ass. Mr Johnson's free hand goes around my backside, grabbing onto my erect cock. My size is just small enough to allow him to do so. Although I'm not sure how long I'll stay like this. I shift myself forward and back slowly, focusing on the shifting inside me.

The reaction is quick and blissful, and definitely expected. My cock throbs outwardly, from base to tip, slapping softly against my belly. The movements allow me to pull Mr Johnson's fist out of me, and slide my length into his hand. Moving backwards, I'm speared once more, sliding my cock back through his hand. Fuck... he feels so good! It doesn't take too long before I feel my flare spread, like a blooming mushroom, my balls churning beneath my thick midsection.

And before I can do anything, my orgasm rocks through my body. My balls pulls up against my body, shooting the first spurt of cum. It's a large amount of cum, feeling my urethra bulge as it travels up my length, spewing against my upper chest, coving my legs and fur in a good amount of my own seed. Mr Johnson pulls his arm out of my ass, making me shoot an even larger amount as he moves around my body. One hand goes to the top of my cock, bending it down, given its slightly flexible nature. His other hand goes to cup underneath my urethral opening.

He doesn't seem to have much luck, as most of my spurts shoot way over his cupped hand. I ride the orgasm out, feeling each shot of cum get weaker and weaker. As this happens, more jizz pools in Mr Johnson's hand. After a couple of seconds, he notices my length softening, letting him bring his other hand to cup underneath my length. This lets him gather a lot more seed, the creamy white substance clinging to his skin.

“Such a good boy," he moans, bringing his hands to my lips, pouring some of the liquid into my mouth. Instinctively, I gulp down the liquid, feeling extremely thirsty. He chuckles at this, stopping at about halfway, gathering more from my softening tip. “Thank you for being so compliant in the end, and for the gift."

I manage to look at him, my eyes somewhat unfocused. He goes to a window and looks up at the moon. “Fuck, gotta love the full moon, right?"

Without hesitation, he pours the liquid down into his mouth, gulping it hungrily. With a gasp, he licks his lips, before doing the same with his hands. Stumbling a little, he lets out a deep groan, slowly moving towards me again. He half collapses onto the side of my neck, a deep blush across his cheeks. With a small moan, he pushes his lips against mine again forcing his tongue into my maw. I try to understand why he keeps kissing me, but after barely a moment, I kiss him back.

My wet appendage works with the human's, his moans becoming softer, pained even, while we continue. I worry I'm somehow hurting him, but a hand goes around the back of my head, pulling me into the kiss even deeper. His lips roll over my own, fully getting into the make-out session between us. How long has he wanted to do this? Has he done this with other horses?

Moving away from the kiss, he looks down at me. “Fuck, this stuff's fast acting. Does... does it always hurt like this?"

I give a shaky nod, some repressed memories coming back to the surface.

“Good, I like it painful." He gropes my cheek, his fingers grip tight against my soft flesh, making me yelp out. “Gonna make you neigh properly after I'm dove with you, don't think I've forgotten about that."

He grunts as his hips crack loudly, making me look down. His cock and balls are already growing beyond their natural size, mirroring the widening of his hips. I can feel the weight of his growing cock press against my own, getting heavier and heavier. The smell of his own natural musk grows along with his body. It's a heavier stink than my own, thicker too, almost as if his own scent is trying to express dominance. Soon enough, his hips and backside grow too, filling out his underwear quickly.

“Fuck yeah, my ass... feels so fucking good!" He calls out, jerking his length happily, seemingly unable to leave his cock alone. “I... I've never felt so good! So hot... so horny!"

This pours more pre onto my nose as his cock grows and forms more of an equine appearance. With this, his pre tastes even richer, thicker, and oh so tastier. I sniff his cock deeply, letting my tongue out to lick his tip, bringing his musky pre into my maw. It tastes amazing against my cheeks.

He grunts and falls against my head, groaning deeply before pulling away a little from me. I moan out as his length is taken away from me, even if it's only a couple of inches away from my lips. His scent lessens too, making me shiver as it's taken away. Watching Mr Johnson with curiosity, having nothing much else to do. Groans escape his lips as his backside grows further and further. It looks as if it's growing heavier, his legs shake more with every spurt of growth, his jeans seemingly on the latter end of being kept together.

Quickly, his trousers rip and his underwear is revealed, strings of fabric trying in vain to restrain his growing member. That too snaps and pulls apart, revealing an already equine looking member. It reaches to my thick lips, leaking pre onto my muzzle. He's so salty... so fucking tasty. Mr Johnson licks along my forehead, gathering up my sweat before gulping it down greedily. He shivers as he tastes me, sniffing my fur.

“Such a tasty mare..." He says, his voice turning deeper near the end.

I let out a grunt, somewhat of disapproval.

“Still reluctant are we? Thought you were into this" He strains against my muzzle, as if even being this close to my maw turns him on. The tip press against my nostrils, smearing some of his pre into my airway. Everything stinks of him, and I make sure to give a long sniff against his cock. “Be a good mare, and give daddy's cock a kiss would you?"

His hand moves his tip down, aiming his urethral opening against my the small gap between my lips. The taste of horse pre fills my mouth as it leaks into me, tempting me into taking even more into me. It's a stronger taste than my own, thicker, richer even. I moan at the strength of both his scent and taste, a hand grabbing the back of my head, pushing me down onto his almost fully equine cock. It fills my mouth and pushes somewhat into my throat, my gullet massaging his tip Instinctively as I gulp around it.

I look up at him, my eyes going wide at the sheer size of him. His face is already elongated, one ear covered in fur and equine-like. A shoulder is bulkier than the other, stretching his shirt, but not ripping it in two. He closes his eyes, seeming to focus on something. After a few seconds, a bulge forms at the base of his cock, right where his urethra begins. It quickly pushes up his length, soon getting to my lips before pushing through. Once at his tip, salty cum begins to pour down into my belly, shot after shot of jizz filling me up. My stomach fills quickly, expanding once it hits its natural limit.

I groan around his cock as my skin stretches a little to accommodate my expanding stomach, cum filling me faster than I thought possible. It feels as if a hose has been shoved down my throat, set on full blast. I have no choice but to gulp it down, even if I wanted to. We're I willing to gag it back up, Mr Johnson's tip wouldn't allow it to get past. But as suddenly as it started, his 'orgasm' comes to an end. Pulling his sticky cock out with a happy huff

“Seems like... I can cum on command. You ever do that?" He asks, wiping his forehead.

I groan out, not responding properly.

“Thought not, maybe I'm lucky? But hey? Where's the fun in cumming, without the build up to it? I think I'll stick to the old way doing things, for the most part."

He stumbles back a little, licking his lips as fur covers his newly forming muzzle. Gripping his cock tightly, he begins to hump the air, moaning out loudly. His hips continues to widen, his pelvis cracking loudly. This forces him to his knees, landing on all fours. With a loud moan, he begins to dry humps the air, sticking his ass out a little too purposely on the pull back. Jerking his equine member lewdly, he bites his lower lips in restrained lust.

I move over to the man, nosing at his side, trying to comfort him. His arms move frantically, hands tight around his throbbing shaft. Without hesitation, he moves his nose to my neck fur, sniffing deeply. Letting out a long sigh, Mr Johnson quickens his pace, moaning out as his flare spreads outwards. He continues to sniff, looking at my crotch with intense focus, only now making me realise that I'm still hard too.

“I... I can't stop! All I can... think about... is... “ He moans, looking to me with pleading eyes. “Please, fuck me! I need to get fucked"

I look at him, my eyes going wide. Even now, with my mind somewhat dulled by my equine nature, I know I'm just too big for him. But he moves to grab my head with one hand, pressing his other, pre covered hand, against my nose. My maw is filled with the smell of his need and lust.

“Don't look at me like that, and just fuck me! I can fucking take you! Or so help me, I'll tie you down and ride you like a Merry-go-round!"

My eyes go wide as he says this, gulping softly as I still sniff his scent. His brutish voice making me quiver a little, having not heard this tone from the man before. I'm paralysed by it as his hands move back to his shaft, resuming their frantic motions. At this, he seems more desperate than actually brutish.

“I... I n-nee... neigh... need this..." He manages to say, his voice becoming deeper as his snout grows a little more. “P-please..."

He sticks his ass out as much as possible, still moving back and forth a little as her continues to jerk off. It's an offer to me... he's obviously wants me to breed him. But for some reason, it feels wrong. His cum slowly moves down my nose in a slow, if slimy, way. I don't really have a choice, do I? I have a willing, and most definitely wanting mate in front of me, begging me to fill him with my giant shaft.

My hooves clop as I walk around him, feeling my body grows, becoming generally bigger as I go to mount the changing human. Muscles form and my bones changing somewhat to accommodate the growth. I groan out as this happens, resting my front hooves onto the man's shoulders as best I can.

“Fuck yeah... such a... big boy..." He moans out, grinding himself on my length.

I try not to listen to him as my tip presses against his sweat covered hole. He feels tight underneath me, his body squirming in anticipation at my tip. A few moments pass before I push my hips forward, grinding my cock against his hole. I'm met by resistance from his hole, taking a moment before it relaxes a little. Barely a couple of centimetres of my tip pushes into his hole, but seems to give me a hold on him.

“Yeah, that... tha-a..." Mr Johnson trails off into a long moan.

My back hooves move forward a little, increasing the pressure against the man's hole. Being added to by my hips pushing forward. Slowly, but surely, getting more of my cock into his body. The spherical part of my tip of my cock entering him, the slightly flared part acting as a barrier between the inside, and the outside, of him.

'Come on... get in!' I think to myself, slamming my hips forward roughly.

This rams a few inches of my length into his ass, making him call out loudly, his voice a mix of pain and pleasure. Words seem to escape him as he is pushed forward a little. I shift a little forward myself, accommodating his new position. Mr Johnson pushes back against me, getting to the position he was previously in, taking more of my shaft into his ass. His body feels so tight around my cock, despite only a third of it being inside the changing human.

Mr Johnson growls a little as he pushes back even further, his bones cracking and shifting with each centimetre that enters him. I shift above him, huffing as more of my cock is taken. My shaft throbs harder and harder, pre escaping its tip, lubing my dick up even more. Not that it seems to matter, the human seemingly very capable of taking horse cock. Making me wonder if he's done this before... maybe he has toys like I do? I don't know which idea I prefer to be honest.

I let out a small neigh as the man gets to my medial ring, half of my cock now inside of his hot wetness. His body does seem almost made for taking equine dick, my ring slipping into his bowels. My body feels tense, unable to move as the man's insides clamp and shift around my length. It's as if I can feel his change from the inside.

“Fuck, de-deeper..." Mr Johnson moans out, his voice bestial and deep. “Need... deeper..."

He's really getting off on this, how can someone actually get off on the change like this? I suppose I have sometimes, but still... I don't really know how someone can. Maybe it's the curse? Making people want it to continue, using lust to push people over the edge. It at least knows humans well...

“Neigh... neigh..." The man almost whispers out, squirming underneath me. “Just... just fuck me..."

It seems he's a bit more submissive in horse form, I guess it makes sense. The curse must bring out our more base desires. Moving my back hooves, I drag my cock out of him, until just the tip is in him. Taking a moment to tease him, I shove myself back into him, getting a moaning yell from the man's lips. This sound moves into a series of neighs from him, each thrust pushes his voice deeper, more Instinctive. It makes him sound even better in my opinion.

Mr Johnson tries to say something, but the only sounds that escape his maw form meaningless moans. If I'm honest with myself, he sounds better when he can't talk, his words were always so lewd and sharp. I push my shaft farther into him, getting almost to my base, my balls slapping slightly against his taint. On the next thrust, I get to the base, my balls slap his sensitive spot, hurting us both somewhat. It's a good pain for me, and by the sound of his moans, it's the same for him.

Now that I'm fully inside him, I can focus on the strength of my thrusts. I pull my hips backwards slamming back into his ass, getting a loud neigh from the man as my balls slap against him. Repeating this action, I begin to build a rhythm up, huffing out while my body clenches a little. His bowels continue to shift around me as his back finally pressing against my stomach, short fur seemingly growing from his skin.

While Mr Johnson continues to grow, his ass loosens up around my cock, letting me thrust into him easier. I grunt and try to push past my body's instinct to tense up, to continue thrusting my shaft into his body. His ass feels even more amazing when its loosened, a loud clapping sound emanating from our bodies as they slap against each other. The sound getting a little dulled when his ass grows the same short fur that now covers my body.

A tail grows at the top of his ass, moving down the cleft of his ass, before the hairs move around my length. This doesn't stop my rough thrusts into his backside, my breeding of his plumpness only getting harder and rougher. His upper half begins its transformation now, his shoulders broadening, his front legs growing to meet the length of his back legs. This allows me to get a better hold on the man, fully thrusting into his ass.

“M-mo-more!" Mr Johnson calls out, turning to neighs and moans.

It feels good that he's getting so turned on by this, my flare spreading out inside his body. I know it signals my upcoming orgasm, my balls beginning to pull up against my body. Taking a few more thrusts, I give into the pleasure, slamming my body against his ass. My world fills with bliss and uncontrollable need, as my orgasm racks through me. I cum, over and over into the hot bowels that clamp around me. My urethra bulges with each shot, adding to the pleasure. Mr Johnson pushes back against me, trying to milk my length of more cum, drawing more seed from my balls.

Huffing out, I try to get my mind back to myself, I know this is only the first orgasm of the night. Mr Johnson won't let me go with only one load inside his ass, and... I don't mind that.