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A man and a woman raced into the barn during a massive thunderstorm. Their car broke down right in front of the place and while they had tried to find someone around the farm while it was cloudy, to no avail. Now, they were forced to find shelter with the sudden thunderstorm and went into the barn, holding one another's hands, letting go once they arrived in the stables.

"Ugh! I can't believe our luck! That stupid car!" The man shouted. He pulled out his phone. and gripped it tightly while he turned it on. "Go figure, there's no cell service here either."

"Well, we were going to rob that place anyways." The woman muttered under her breath, in case that owner was in the barn. She heard the noises of nickers and whinnies, but no human noises aside from her partner that she'd often call anything but human. "So there are living horses here, meaning there must be an owner for them somewhere." She reached into her trench coat. "So, what's your idea for when we find them? We tried to be nice, but that didn't work."

"Yeah well, odds are they're an insane fucking farmer." The man patted his pockets. "I've got a thing for him if he tries anything. Or her. Whatever." The man scoffed. He glanced around the stables and saw one massive empty stable big enough for three horses. "Let's go hide in there. If we're found, we'll deal with it then. Odds are he'll come in here with a fucking shotgun and I'm not going to deal with that."

The woman shrugged and walked into the empty stable. She dropped her trench coat. "All clear for landing, Frank." She said now in a normal tone. The stables hardly smelled pleasant and while it was cold outside, it was so much warmer on the inside. "Who the fuck knows where that stable person is." She turned her attention to her hands and pulled off her black gloves. Upon removing her gloves, she spotted something strange about her fingertips. "Ugh. Why are they black?" She tried to brush off her hands with her palms, but to no avail.

Frank, the man stepped in and pulled off his covers. As he did, he showed off hands that were not black, but taking on a strange silver hue. "The fuck?" Black hands on Tracy, his partner in crime, literally, was to be expected from wearing cheap black gloves. A strange silver hue on him that shined through, was definitely not normal. "You've got to be kidding me. What the hell is going on here?" He turned his attention to the gloves and wanted to blame them, but then his fingers were acting up. All of his fingers were stiff, seemingly glued to each other. He noticed the same thing was happening to Tracy. "Maybe there's some kind of gas leak in here." Not that it would explain why the horses were getting riled up, but something about these stables was not right.

"You could say there's a leak of some sort." A male voice spoke up before either of the two people had a chance to shut the door to the stables. "It's got a magic protection field. If you mean well for the farm, nothing will happen. But you two clearly meant something else. That was why I didn't answer earlier." The deep voice was easy to hear, but with the two in the stable, they couldn't quite tell who it was. Before either had a chance, the stable door slammed shut and locked itself from the outside, doors that were more than six feet tall for stables that were a good twenty feet around. The voice revealed itself to be an anthro horse, a black one with a white streak on his nose. "So, you two will have to join the stables."

The two humans jumped at the sight of the anthro horse. Frank tried to pull his weapon out of his pocket, but with his fingers as stiff as a board, he managed to get it out of his pocket, only to drop it on the ground uselessly. "Oh you've got to be kidding me. Listen you piece of crap, whatever 'magic gas' you used on us, you'd better undo it right now! We're part of a major corporation that you wouldn't begin to understand! We'll have so many people on you if we go missing that your head will spin! More specifically, we'll decapitate you and spin it around before throwing you on someone's bed!"

"I think he gets the point, Frank." Tracy rolled her eyes at the man before turning to the horse. She couldn't believe it as well, and her fingers were frozen as much as Frank's were. "Okay, so what is it you're going to do then? Frank's right, we DO have a lot of people that will come looking for us!" She began to wonder if the horses were once someone else, but it was hard to focus with a burning lust that grew within her body. She wished it was making her wet, but instead it was making her own cunt act very strangely. She shifted in place while her vagina felt almost as if it were moving around.

"You also know that the moment you stepped onto this farmland, you arrived in a magical spot? You can get one of a few different witches and warlocks here. Consider yourselves lucky you didn't get HER, otherwise your fates would have been much worse for what I had planned." The horse briefly turned his attention to the weapons the two dropped. "Perhaps I should make it worse by breaking the two of you in." He paused. "I'll wait until you two are on all fours, then I'll start... personally introducing myself. Until then, enjoy the buildup and desire of sex. It usually comes with the transformation." He chuckled. "You two might end up fucking one another before I even get involved if you can't resist enough."

"We're not going to fuck one another right in front of YOU." Frank crossed his arms, though he was quick to uncross when he noticed his hands were absolutely freezing. His fingers hadn't merely fused together and took on a silver sheen, they were outright changing shape and growing thicker! He did feel aroused, but he also wasn't erect, not that he was concerned about that. "You're fucking insane!"

"Well, you two will be fucking each other after going insane." the horse casually replied. "You've surely noticed your hands? The same is happening to your legs. Perhaps you'd like me to remove your clothing? Oh I guess you wouldn't like that, but don't worry, you'll rip most of it."

Tracy wanted to argue against this woman, but her feet felt strange. She tried to walk over to the horse, only for a loud snap to occur at the base of her spine. "What the fuck?" She fell over and caught herself on her hands. While something had changed inside of her and with her arms and legs, her body had barely changed otherwise. She fell to the ground and caught herself with a horrifying clop as she hit the floor. "How the hell are you doing this! Frank, help me stand up!"

The moment when Frank tried to move to Tracy, he fell forward as well. He didn't have a snap to his spine, but his legs and arms went stiff as he fell forward with a metal clunk on the ground with his now stiff metal hands, a metal that slowly crawled upwards. "Yeah, I'd love to if I didn't have my own fucking problems!"

"Aw, so you're not going to have one more kiss? Come on, you're the same height." The anthro horse chuckled. "One more kiss for old times sake. I can see you two are lovers, partially. The next time you two will be kissing is after your forms finish. I wonder if you'll be able to figure out exactly what you two are becoming." The horse leaned onto the top of the big door. "The hooves might give you a hint." He pointed to Tracy. "But what are the metal legs for you?" He then pointed at Frank.

Something inside of Tracy felt out of control, as if she was thinking with another part of her body that wasn't her head. "No... no no no." She repeated as she found herself moving to Frank, but not quite with her head, but her vagina. She shifted her body so her head took control, but her legs forced her forward to kiss Frank square on the lips, pushing her tongue deep inside of him. She had no idea what she was doing, her body wasn't doing what she wanted it to do. Rather, something inside of her told her to kiss him, to shove her tongue so deep inside of him. She swore she almost felt her tongue... throbbing, pounding hard inside of his lips. Her body kissed him harder, pushing deeply inside of him against her own will.

Frank couldn't react in time before Tracy frenched him so suddenly. She was so rough and forceful that he feared he'd fall over, yet he remained in place. He wanted to move away from her, but his body froze in position for her, almost as if the two were meant for each other in such a strange way. He'd pull back, but it took him a good minute to do so. He'd choke and cough, feeling almost as if he lost the ability to breathe with her tongue so deep inside of her. God, he had never been frenched by her before and she had one hell of a thick piece of meat in her mouth! "Ugh! Dammit Tracy what the fuck do you think you're doing!" He barely managed to move away from her and even while he did, he lost his shoes in the process as his feet had turned round and metal, just like his hands. The metal crept up both his arms and legs, soon stiffening his joints. Had Tracy tried the same thing again, he might not have been able to run away nearly as fast.

Tracy was in shock over what her body had done. It obeyed now, but she was quickly developing another problem. Her clothes were getting unbearably tight, and she knew Frank's were getting the same. Moreover, she had a strange full sensation in her crotch. Her arms and legs had transformed, but so was the rest of her, and so quickly at that! She couldn't focus on what was happening to her underneath her clothing, but nothing about her body felt right. "You're making me into some kind of horse! She exclaimed. Was he making her into a male horse? That would explain the strange fullness sensation in her crotch along with shifting, but her tongue also didn't feel right. Horses had tongues that were different from humans, yes, but did they always feel so... sensitive? She tried to move, but her body became paralyzed, all except for the thing between her legs which seemingly started thrashing left and right.

Meanwhile, the horse anthro was having a blast. "Okay, I'll do you two a favor." He waved his hand in the air. "Let's get rid of that pathetic human clothing of yours and see what lies underneath. Let's have you watch your changes firsthand. You're already stretching the limits of those outfits and, while I'm sure many would love to see you rip out of your own clothes, myself included, you two should see what's happening to your bodies, not just feel it."

Frank would have argued, but his clothing tore from his body as if it were nothing. He turned his head and he was shocked to see that, while his arms and legs took on that metallic sheen, the rest of his body was turning pink. "What the fuck kind of horse is this?" He shouted before turning back to the horse. It was... incredibly hard for him to cock his head to see his body. Stranger yet was how numb parts of him were feeling, all except for his mouth which was much more sensitive but he dare not ask why. What was this horse turning him into?

Tracy wasn't sure if having her clothes vanish a blessing or a curse. She couldn't see between the back of her legs, but whatever was free back there was very happy to do so. Why was it even displaying any sort of emotion at all? "What is going ON back there?" She shouted. She tried to examine the rest of her body carefully for clues as to what was happening. She knew she was becoming a horse creature of some sort, but she didn't feel right with the way things were changing. Her tongue wasn't like that of a horse, but rather it was sensitive and... throbbing? God, that tongue throbbed so hard and it felt so hot, it was getting hard to keep inside of her lips.

"A horse with metal legs is still a horse, at least of sorts." The male horse replied with a smile. "Go on, guess! You'll get a treat if you guess right!"

A treat could mean anything, Frank knew that. Maybe if he played along, that damn horse might fix them up though. What was he becoming? His legs were stiff as a board. He tried to lift his knees, but to no avail. He knew his legs were down there, he could feel them, and the support for them, but they were also so much colder and slimmer than before. He wanted to turn his head to look down at them, but he found that his neck was as still as his legs. "Tracy, what the fuck is happening to my feet?"

"Yeah, care about your feet and not what's happening to MY feet!" Tracy shouted. She raised up her hoof and stomped it in frustration, letting out a soft clop of a horse noise. "Ugh! Fuck I don't WANT to be a horse!" She didn't as much as glance in Frank's direction. The man was always so selfish, she wished she could shut him up somehow. Unable to contain her throbbing pulsing tongue though, she opened her mouth and let it bob out. She crossed her eyes and immediately realized her tongue was not just longer, but also rounder with a flared tip. 'What the FUCK is going on with my tongue? It looks disgusting! She thought to herself. Worse yet was a growing pressure inside of her skill. It wasn't a painful pressure, but a very... strange one that made her head throb and pulse heavily. "Mah tongue!" She shouted. God, even her lips were sticking to that thing.

"Soon you two won't be able to talk much at all... but then again, I like seeing the head transform last." He chuckled. "Do you two need a mirror though? I can arrange that." He walked away only briefly before returning with a massive mirror which he set down in front of him. "I would try to avoid shattering it if I were you, neither of you have the dexterity to throw any shards at me at this point." He spoke calmly and politely despite the fact two people were transforming into such morifying things in front of him. One of them was a horse, but the horse had such a strange tongue, and the other into an object of sorts.

Frank loathed to look at himself, but he was unable to turn his head. He slammed his eyelids shut in fear over what was happening to him. He was feeling so cold and stiff, almost as if he were turning into metal. What did this perverted horse want to do with them? He wasn't after money obviously, otherwise the horse would have gotten that, so what could it have been? Were they amused by their transformations? He would have yelled at the horse and called them a fucking sick bastard for enjoying watching them go through this... pleasurable torment! Curiosity got the better of him and he opened one eye slowly, and then the other eye in shock over what his first eye spotted.

Frank's legs were entirely metal and stretching outwards, but it was his torso that shocked him. His torso took on the shape of a very large cylinder, almost big enough for that of a horse. His cock dangled helplessly in the air while his chest was too round to even be considered human. He couldn't see his ass, but he had a strong feeling it was gone. "What the fuck kind of animal is this?" His shape reminded himself of a pillar, or a log, both laid horizontally for that matter. "When I get out of here, I am going to murder you! I'm going to kill you, rip your hide off, and wear it like a damn suit!"

"That's no way to talk to your future owner." The horse chuckled at Frank. "But don't fret, your transformation does slow down quite a bit when you're resisting, and I do see resistance in both of you. Unfortunately, there are ways the two of you can speed up your own changes." He turned to Tracy. "And what about you, big tongue?"

Big throbbing tongue was more like it, but Tracy glared angrily at him in response. Her lips felt stuck to the round tongue. She retracted it as if it were a yoyo before she managed to speak, not sure how she was able to even do that in the first place, no tongue should be able to do what she did! "You're making me into a fucking perverted french kissing horse." She concluded, seeing her own barrel form in the mirror, though while she had the barrel of a horse and legs of one, the legs looked strange, positioned as if her head were where the ass should have been. Her vaginal lips continued to twitch and push, she assumed that was how horse vaginas must simply behave like.

"A french kissing horse? That's food for thought. You're not quite there though." The male anthro horse chuckled. "You two are... a little less than halfway transformed. I think a bit of pleasure is in order to get things going more. How about you french kiss him again with that big throbbing tongue of yours? I can tell he likes it. Look, he's drooling thinking about it!" The horse waved his hand. "One more magnet spell to give you two a very special kiss neither will forget!"

The two had already kissed, but with that magic cast and their eyes locked, Tracy flew over to Frank once more and pressed her lips against his sopping wet lips. It was true what the horse said, Frank's lips were soaked, far wetter than what a normal mouth should be, yet she couldn't part their lips from one another, no matter how much her legs moved. Strangely, it was far easier for her to move her legs backward than forward as her knees were bent in the wrong direction, but thankful for the fact her legs actually cooperated with her, alien as they may be. No matter how much she moved her legs though, she would not separate. Worse yet, her tongue pulsed and throbbed, slowly pushing her lips apart more and pushing itself into Frank.

Frank gasped and gagged as the much larger tongue made its way into his gaping maw. He wanted to do something, anything to get it out, but he wasn't able to move. His cock throbbed and pulsed with arousal, a lust he could not have had, had it not been for the magic transforming him. He felt the tongue throbbing and pulsing too, and while he kept his own tongue away from hers, Tracy's was so big that it brushed up against his tongue anyways and he could feel it throbbing as if it were a cock. He even felt a vein underneath it. Now he wanted to pull away more than ever, but he couldn't, and while he heard the clip-clops of Tracy indicating she wanted to get away from him, that also didn't work.

The horse clapped his hands happily while the two kissed. "Now now, no leaving your lip locked state until you both cum!" He said proudly. "Though, I think Tracy's going to find it very hard to cum from that." He reached forward into the stables, barely able to reach the pulsing vagina of Tracy. Her vagina, while she still had those vaginal lips, hardly looked as if they should have belonged to a human, they had pulled a good foot away from her crotch, and upwards for that matter. Tracy's lips slowly parted and closed on their own, tilting itself left and right as grew larger.

Tracy wanted to look back to see what was going on, but the only thing her eyes were forced to see was the head of Frank's. She closed her eyes and attempted to focus on her moving, shifting pussy. Undoubtedly her bones were shifting, especially that pelvis one into something as her crotch moved around on its own, almost as if it were a damn head, and was that a noise that came out of her vagina? God, she loathed to imagine what a horse had to go through if this was the case, yet while pleasure burned through her body against her will, she found that her vagina wasn't really getting any wetter. In fact, she only felt a growing pressure in her head and tongue, a strange feeling for someone that also could tell their body was so close to an orgasm... just.... What the fuck was going on with her? Her mind raced as it tried to figure out what was happening, but even her own thoughts were light and floaty.

Tracy suddenly felt that orgasm hit her, though it was unlike any orgasm she ever had. Rather than a pleasurable sensation from her crotch that resulted in a release of her feminine fluids, her tongue pulsed and throbbed harder and harder, feeling so stiff to the touch that she feared to feel it with her teeth, not that she'd be able to sense very well with only her teeth, but her lips weren't exactly doing a great job feeling her up either. Her tongue suddenly shot out a burst of liquid before it thrust back slightly, as if a gun releasing a bullet and experiencing recoil. "MMMPPHHRRRMM!!" What the fuck did her tongue do? It was as if her tongue was... no, that couldn't be. She tried twice as hard to pull free, unfortunately her body didn't cooperate.

"Oh, don't talk when you orgasm from your tongue." The horse said with a laugh. He didn't see what was going on, but he knew it, and Frank undoubtedly knew it as well as it shot directly into his stuck open mouth. He'd let them go, though at this point Frank couldn't move, and the only way Tracy was going to be able to move was if her body let her, her own body not in control of herself, but another entity growing inside of her, a second mind developing where her cunt once was.

Tracy pulled back, but only because her hooves stepped forward. She wanted to move them forward, but she wasn't the one that did so. "UGH! I just... my tongue and..." Her speech was slightly slurred from that tongue now prominently stuck out from her mouth, but now with a flatter head, veins, and strongly resembling that more of a cock than any kind of tongue. Worse yet, her head felt in a strange position, as if it had been moved... lower than her vagina which was now higher? She couldn't even see her cunt from where she was, but it moved around with a life of its own. "What's going on? Frank!"

Frank was able to see Tracy's body, but he couldn't believe what was going on with her. She had the torso of a literal horse! Well, the horse lacked hide and the body hadn't yet fully formed, but the makings were there. Her head was where the ass would normally be and it made him wonder if she wasn't becoming a donkey's ass, yet the cock seemed to hint otherwise. Where Tracy seemed to be partially losing herself in her lust, he was better able to focus, even if his mouth tasted of saliva and seed. "You look like you've got the body of... not a human!"

Now Tracy wanted to see her body, but it once again refused to cooperate. It wasn't that her body didn't move, it very much did, but any attempt to turn her head resulted in nothing. Her neck was gone, incapable of even craning her head, which was pulsing and throbbing hard. "Uhn." She groaned. The taste of something salty lingered inside of her. It was proving hard to keep her tongue inside her mouth with how big and swollen it was. Her body clopped over to the mirror, but she wasn't able to turn to see herself. "I'm so... bloated." She mumbled. She really wanted to see how much she had changed and why her body was acting as if it had a mind of its own. She swore it was looking at itself and admiring what it saw. "Listen you stupid horse, whatever you're... uhn." Even talking was beginning to prove to be a challenge. Speaking with the swollen tongue was one thing, but the pleasure flooding her body was another.

"Stupid horse? You're one to talk with the body like yours, I'd wonder if you weren't insulting yourself." The horse anthro said with a laugh. "Oh, I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to get involved with you two. It looks like your body REALLY wants me Tracy. As for Frank, well, it's hard to tell what his body wants, but he was made for this. Let's see..." The horse anthro reached out and gave Tracy's body a pat, as if petting an animal, though Tracy's head was nowhere near where the horse anthro's hand was.

Tracy felt so strange as the horse anthro not only petted her, but her body... leaned into the petting? As if her body was loving it, but she was not. Her head went lower, as if her neck was stretching her down the back of the body. As her head began to fall, her hair felt bizarre, as if it were relocating to one part of her head and brushed in front of her. "Ack! Hey you stupid... ugh. Her tongue flopped up and down with every word she spoke, sending her waves of pleasure that she knew she should not be feeling from a tongue flopping around. She was able to see her back half as her head moved down, though she couldn't believe what she was seeing. "Are those more hooves?" She swore the horse had mentioned it before, but she was still in denial over the fact she had them in the first place. She watched as one lifted up and lowered, though while she felt it, she had no control over it.

"Oh yes." The horse anthro chuckled. "Let's see... who do you think should finish transforming first, little horse?" The horse anthro said, though he didn't seem to be speaking to either Tracy or Frank. He stroked Tracy's body, the spot where her vagina was. "Hm, you know, this isn't very exciting when you can't see it, so maybe Frank can describe your body to you. Or would you prefer a television and a drone to see your body for yourself since who knows how long Frank will be capable of speaking?" The horse anthro grinned in Frank's direction.

Frank had been watching Tracy the entire time, though he could hardly believe it. Both Tracy and Frank were no doubt as freaked out by their own forms as one another, but both also had selfish traits to focus on one before the other. "Look, she's freakish, I'm freakish, we get the point! Change us back!" He shouted. He wanted to move to attack him, but his body was paralyzed. How far had he gone? He had lost track of how transformed he had been entirely by now, though emotions of fear and rage ran wild in his head with eyes primarily focused on the equine anthro. "Yeah, you know what, get the fuck in here and let me show you what the hell the two of us can do to you!"

"Is that right?" The black horse anthro chuckled and gave Tracy's body a pat. "As much as I would love to, I think it would only be appropriate if Tracy's body showed you want I would have done to you, they're very capable of understanding that. A pity you don't want to talk about how much her body has changed Frank. She has the literal head of a horse, yet you don't even want to talk about it! Oh you're so self centered, always thinking of yourself and getting and getting, never giving. Even in your new form you'll only be getting, though it won't be something you want!"

Tracy found her body turning to Frank, though her head shifted, now dangling down between the back legs of the body with her head towards the ground. Her tongue pulsed and throbbed with an unnatural arousal, growing erect inside of her mouth. She would have sealed it with her lips, but her mouth kept it parted open, inviting for all to see her much bigger tongue. Her eyes went cross as she looked at the not just unnatural shape of the roundness of the tongue, but the color was taking on a strange molt. What was that? God, it was getting hard to think. She felt as if her head were in a massive warm pool, one that throbbed and pulsed gently. She wished she could see her form, though at the same time she knew she would be mortified if she did. No heads belonged where she was!

Frank turned his attention to Tracy. He found it hard to keep his mouth shut, and the same seemed to apply for her. The body she was attached to no longer looked like a human, but something very animalistic in nature. He wanted his heart to pulse and throb quickly in fear, only to find it wasn't doing a damn thing! He tried to wiggle, to move, to do something, anything, but to no avail. "I can't... This is fucking impossible!" He shouted. He shut his eyes in a futile attempt to use every ounce of strength to move, only for not a damn thing to happen. "You look like you swallowed a fucking horse, and the thing has EYES Tracy!" He called out to her. "Get control of yourself! You're the only one of us that can still move!"

"Yeah, and you can't?" Tracy shouted with her eyes on the floor. Her body suddenly trotted in the direction of Frank and her head bobbed, slowly shifting upwards and relocating itself again, still between the back legs of the creature but now with her head facing forward. She saw the bottom of a horse that lacked hide, nothing but human skin, two more hooves, and Frank. Frank looked almost like... well, he had the barrel of a horse and his head was in the position that the sex would have been, and it made her begin to wonder... "Oh no..." They weren't becoming animals. Well, her body was becoming an animal, but she wasn't the head! "Is this our punishment you fucking pervert?" She called out to the horse anthro. "You're going to make me travel between a horse's legs for the rest of my damn life?"

"In a sense. You'll both be stuck. One between the legs of a live horse, and one..." The anthro horse chuckled. "Let's just say you two are going to stay acquainted, but not as your original selves. You both might not be able to see it from your angle, but that horse has the look of determination in his eyes. He's big and fucking horny. He has the tail that was once the hair on your head, Trace, and a mane to match. His brown hide is starting to grow nicely..." He paused. "Ah what am I doing, narrating this as if it were a damn book. Go on boy, have fun with that toy. Can you believe it was once a human? That makes him all the more pleasurable to fuck."

Tracy continued to bob up and down while looking at Frank. Frank really was so different, and she was getting in closer and closer. As her body suddenly thrust its front legs on top of Frank, she was finally able to see him up close. His hair, much like her own was long gone. He had a face and half a head, but the other half was gone, absorbed into some strange pinkish material that she felt through her body, though it was an alien experience, as if she weren't supposed to be feeling what she was. Frank's teeth were long gone and while he had a mouth, it looked so warm, so slick, and so inviting, almost like... she couldn't finish her thought before her body forced her tongue inside of Frank, giving the feeling of French kissing him, but with a much thicker tongue.

Frank wanted to shut his lips, knowing what Tracy was doing was against her will, though he was unable to. He was forced to watch as Tracy thrust her big, meaty tongue so deep inside of him that he swore he should have gagged, yet he took the entire length of her tongue! Her meaty thing must have been bigger than her damn head by now, yet speaking of her head as he looked at it, her head looked... strange, as if the shape of her skull was off, yet he couldn't speak a word about it. He himself was bizarre, though any attempt to speak just resulted in his lips moving around that huge shaft, feeling the cock pulse and throb inside of him, so much deeper than it should have ever been capable of going.

"Ah, I can see you two are kissing again! But, this is unlike the first time, is it? Nor is it even like the second? You two are loving it though. The horse is thrusting so fast..." The horse anthro chuckled. "There I go narrating again. Still, look at that! It's a wonderful sight to behold. A new stallion to provide powerful seed for the mares. Personally I like having fun with them myself, However, I'll make an exception for this stallion and his marvelous cock, a cock named Tracy."

Tracy was incapable of pulling back, out, or anything for that matter! No, she had to thrust into Frank like the shaft she now knew she was becoming, just like Frank was becoming some... strange inanimate thing no doubt, but hell if she knew what it was. While she tried to panic and worry, her mind wasn't where she wanted it to be. Was she... Why was she starting to like this? She closed her eyes in a feeble attempt to focus on something else, though in an attempt to open them, she had a horrifying realization that she couldn't do that! "MPH!" She tried to scream, sending vibrations through the shaft that was once part of her mouth.

"Ah, a cock doesn't need eyes to fuck." The horse explained, barely being able to see Tracy unable to reopen those eyelids of hers. He turned his attention to Frank to notice the exact same thing happening. "Just like a phantom mare doesn't need to think at all, only useful for collecting horse semen, a cock only needs to fuck and cum."

'Fuck... and cum? I'm not a cock. My tongue is a fucking cock and I'm... ah... ah... why is there so much sloshing?' Tracy thought to herself, still capable of thinking, though her sense of smell picked up immensely when her sight went, and the smell of horse cock was far more arousing to her than it should have been. She felt a buildup of something inside of her, a pressure in her tongue building inside her mouth, stretching her cheeks slowly. 'You can't be serious, you're going to cum already?'

With one heavy thrust, the horse that was once Tracy's body did exactly that. Tracy's tongue pulsed hard while her head tensed and unloaded a wave of cum, pushing through her tongue and into Frank's mouth, rather something that was once his mouth now serving more as a... collecting tube for cum, pushing it deep into his body in a place that was once his stomach. Both Tracy and Frank unfortunately kept their sense of taste for every last drop of seed, Tracy in particular tasting inside of her once tongue for that seed which gushed out so freely into Frank. Had Tracy been able to, she would have rolled her eyes up, yet something inside of her head was transforming along with the rest of her body. What was left of her brain? She tried to think about it, but could barely do that, as if her very mind was being broken down into nothing but white spunk. From the outside, one could see her head took on a black color and was shrinking down into two growing spheres, spheres which were large and pulsing.

Frank wanted to spit out that cum as it flowed into him, but the massive flared cock inside of his mouth pushed it in but deep. Moreover, he didn't have any more ability to control any part of his body. Any movement of his lips were gone as his features faded, replaced with nothing but a bare spot and an open area that was once his mouth, now that of a small space suitable for a horse cock. His mind fading, changing into little more than soft spongy material that a phantom mare was made out of.

The horse that was once Tracy's body let out a happy whinny and snort. The head of that horse fully formed with lips once Tracy's vagina, now sensitive teeth that Tracy felt open and close. Anything inside of it would feel as if something pushed into her vaginal lips, though her body was unable to move around or even respond physically, only mentally.

'Have to... free myself... dammit... Tracy... do something you useless sack of horsemeat.' Frank thought, as if trying to project his thoughts, though unable to see anything, and soon unable to hear anything, but definitely able to taste that horse semen stuffed so deep within his body, kept in a very nice warm empty spot that made him feel both full and disgusted at the same time. This horse anthro freak must have been doing more than simply transforming their bodies in humiliating ways, but other things to top it off, not that he was capable of shouting anymore.

"Ah, had I looked at you two as a new person, I would see nothing but a horse fucking an object as if it were nothing." The male horse anthro leaned on the doorway with a smirk on his face. "That horse looks really happy though. I hope you don't mind being a draft horse, massive cocks and massive loads. He'll make a good breeder and I'm sure you can't wait to fuck a real cunt, can't you Tracy? You still have those human thoughts I'm sure, but they'll go away in due time."

Tracy 'heard' the horse anthro though the ears of the equine that was once her own body, but she was in no way able to respond. Most of her feeling went between the horse's legs, just as her mind went, transformed into nothing more than seed, hardly able to comprehend what the horse anthro said. Whatever it was wasn't important, she felt so full and needy and had to come again. Her head was nothing more than two massive horse testicles, smaller than the tongue that was the horsecock. She'd be able to hide it behind a sheathe that was once her lips, tasting the entire thing the entire time when it retracted, but the horny horse kept on fucking the phantom mare, intent on draining Tracy dry.

Frank's mind, his body, every ounce of him that was once human gone. All that stood in his place was a phantom mare, a large squishy round object as big as a giant log with metal legs for support. This phantom mare was incredibly bare, lacking any distinguishing features that might make it even look like a horse aside from the 'cunt' on it's rear side, though the horse having its way with Frank sure didn't seem to mind, and what was left of Frank's brain didn't mind either, reduced to little more than the fucktoy he now was, barely capable of thought, and incapable of movement, let alone speaking up against the horse.

With his work done, the horse anthro left the massive stallion to his fucking. He'd feed him and care for him as much as any other stallion in his stalls. As for the phantom mare? Well, he'd drain it once it was full. No need to give that any special treatment. "And by all means, if your 'friends' manage to figure out what happened and find their way here somehow..." He looked outside, just as the storm began to clear. "I'll be ready for them. I could always use a few more animals and objects for the farm."