Horse at Heart
Horse at Heart
Written by Leo_Todrius
Gift for Draegon1993
While traveling through Europe, John stumbles across an ancient horse shrine and leaves an offering. The results will reshape him and reality itself...
Horse at Heart Written by Leo_Todrius Gift for Draegon1993
A sweet scent carried on the wind, the smell of the blue wildflowers that populated the area. They grew up through the ruins, from gaps in the stone paths to where dirt had spilled through the crumbled retaining walls, even the edges of a pond that must have been a water source for the ancient village. The trees were tall and willowy and the wild life was bountiful. It was a beautiful area, though it was a bit off the beaten path.
John moved along the rugged path, an old tired gray backpack clinging to his shoulders over his blue vest. His long black hair had been pulled into a simple ponytail, keeping it out of his face as he hiked. Round glasses rested on his nose, and his cheeks sported the stubble of a young man that hadn't had to worry about shaving in several weeks.
The young man stood on the path, looking at the ruins before him. He reflected on his life, how it had unfolded, how he'd endured his domineering parents, how he'd enjoyed his years at college, how he'd managed to hold down a part time job... and now was a bit adrift, rudderless... and piggy backing on his parents' vacation to Europe. Still, he'd taken his own path while they were off doing wine tasting and shopping, he'd gotten free of them for a bit.
John advanced, listening to the birds in the trees, smelling the sweet wind, still feeling that phantom itch of being disconnected from his phone and his other devices. He'd never been quite as good at unplugging as the other members of his family, but nature had offered its siren call and he'd gone. As he walked, something caught the edge of his awareness, an orienting stimulus one of his friends had used to call it. He turned, eyes studying the brush until he made out what had caught his attention.
Hidden by vines and brush, there was a distinct stone outline of what had to be a horse. It had prominent ears, a muzzle - the shape was all there. John moved over, stepping up the two stone steps, grabbing a stick and pressing the vines back. The horse statue was revealed, beautifully engraved. The detail was still there after so many years. John crouched down, running his hand over the stone. It was so perfectly shaped, so regal. He could make out the muzzle, the hooves, even individual hairs on the tail.
Finding the horse statue felt a little like serendipity. He'd always enjoyed horses, and that love had intensified with a horse themed show, and then expanded online into a binge of written material about them. There was something equestrian about his life, and it seemed that it had been important to the people of the village as well. The statue had apparently been cared for a great deal when the village had been lived in.
John stood back up and used his stick to clumsily push back the vines and brush and reveal the raised dais he was on. He found little circular grooves worn into the stone where items had been placed over generations, like offerings. He sat back a little, trying to remember some of the things his roommate had studied about anthropology in college. John smiled a little mirthfully. It was just out of the reach of his memory, but he knew what he wanted to do.
The young man swung his backpack around to the front and unzipped it, fetching some of his packed lunch and his bottle of water. He looked around to find a curved, bowl like rock and filled it with a little water and set some bread down on the other spot, making an offering of his own. Sure, it seemed silly, but John was a creature of the moment and in that moment it felt right to leave an offering at the site he had uncovered after so long. Soon he would be back to his old life, the old hum drum of everything... but he'd always remember finding this place and doing the right thing. He looked at the ruins and took it all in, a smile crossing his face.
Beep, beep, beep. The steady scans of the register were monotonous, but it was a necessary evil to ensure everything had been properly read by the machine. It was an exquisitely beautiful day outside, though that barely translated as excessive sunlight spilling in through the large rectangular windows at the front of the store. John stood behind the counter, scanning the items, making idle conversation. Sometimes he was too good at idle conversation and had to keep an eye on the line. Still, today seemed to be dragging.
With a deft flick of his wrist, John checked his watch without letting the customer see he was checking the time. He kept wringing, kept smiling, but he felt a bit stir crazy. He'd only been back in the states for three days and already he was stir crazy... But at last his shift was winding to a close. His manager came, they went to the cash room and counted down the till and before John knew it, he was flying out of the front door and into the late afternoon light.
The sun streamed down across the parking lot. The cement practically sizzled, the heat waves distorting the vision of the cars, but John didn't care. He was free. He tipped his head back and took it in for a moment before realizing it was too bright. John headed to his car and got in and sat down, but he murmured a bit in surprise. He had inadvertently started to sit on his balls, forcing him to reposition... but that proved to be difficult as it seemed they were constantly in the way.
"What the frak?" John muttered, reaching down. Sure enough, his balls were bigger... much bigger, and more sensitive. He let out a soft moan of surprise and leaned back in his seat. A bit perplexed, he finished sinking into his seat, shut the door and turned it on, kicking the air conditioner up to full blast. Slowly the blinding heat ebbed away from the car, chased away by the magic of Freon.
Still thinking about the perplexities of his condition down below, he brought out his phone and googled swollen balls. The very real possibility that it was related to his travel overseas echoed in his mind. Was it insect based? Pathogen based? His heart raced... John leaned back and closed his eyes. Of course this would happen to him... As he leaned his head back, he felt an unusual tickling at the tips of his ears.
John reached up and felt the tips of his ear lobes rubbing against the fabric of the head rest. It was strange, they'd never touched it before. Once more John opened his eyes and looked at the vanity mirror of his car. His ears did look a little distorted, almost stretched... John shook his head. Maybe he was just over-thinking it all. Everyone got tired after their vacation, he was just over-worked and over tired. He took a deep breath and centered himself, focusing on the parking lot as he pulled out of his spot and moved to the street, feeling his plump balls resting between his legs all the way home.
The door to the apartment squeaked a little as John moved in, shutting it and locking it behind himself. He dropped his backpack onto the couch and moved into the bathroom, meticulously extracting his vest and shirt, folding them up on the counter before he removed his shoes, socks, and then pants. The last thing to extract was the hair tie. He set it on the counter before he shook his head, letting his long hair loose. He leaned over to turn on the shower and while the water heated up, he turned to look at the mirror.
Sure enough, his balls were much larger... They hung low and plump, and his shaft seemed to be semi-aroused already. He reached down, his hand caressing the round sack and he let out a surprised, deep moan as his cock bloated and hardened at once. He blushed a bit, but as his cheeks got red he realized how much more his ears were standing out than usual, pointed at the tips. He reached up and touched them and with each beat of his heart, felt them stretch just a bit more into points.
"Shit..." John muttered in shock, his eyes widening as his glasses started to fog up from the steam of the shower. He took them off and set them on his pile of clothes, bemoaning the fact that now he couldn't see very clearly... But his self exam had proven that there was no pain in his unusual features. Far from it.
John stepped into the shower, feeling the water hit his body. He sighed slowly, feeling the stress of the way washing off. He ducked down just enough to get his head under the spigot, letting the water soak his hair before he grabbed his favorite shampoo. As he filled his palm with the oat and honey scented cream, he worked it into his hair, feeling the water splatter across his face, neck, and chest. The water ran down over his black stubble, stubble that he hadn't made an effort to tame after getting back... and it was growing wilder by the second.
While the black hair wasn't getting any longer, it was getting thicker and denser. New hairs grew in, soft hairs, more numerous and plentiful than ever before. It sprouted across his cheeks, under his chin, creeping down his neck. It climbed high on his cheeks, and his brows got thicker too. In moments it was so thick that flesh couldn't be seen beneath the hair... but John was focusing everywhere but his face.
The soapy lather ran down from where the water caught his hair and John had started to massage himself with it, rubbing it over his chest. His whole body felt so good, so right. He tipped his head back, letting the spray hit him in the chest as new soft black hairs grew between his nipples, tracing down his stomach, connecting to his bush. The hair spread out slowly, but other changes were starting to pick up pace. His pointed ears began to stretch taller and taller, his teeth felt odd and numb in his mouth as they started to flatten, and his toes throbbed, ached, and began to grow stiff.
The water hitting his feet started to splash and splatter in different ways as the webs between his toes grew out, stretching tot he tips before the toes were tugged tighter and tighter. John had to adjust his stance, but the toes hit each other and the skin started to thicken between them, growing tight and taut until his feet looked like they were in flesh socks. The toenails began to soften and expand, oozing together before they swept out in every direction, coating his changing foot with bone, forming into hooves.
A gasp left John's lips as he felt a strange tension in his hips. His muscles almost cramped as they tightened, but he felt the air hit his ass cheeks in a different way as they were pulled apart. The meaty hunks slipped slightly to either side, revealing his sphincter. The tiny ring of flesh began to grow wider and thicker, expanding, stretching, pulsating. It quivered as it gained new nerves. John grabbed onto the wall, clutching at it for support.
The changes were too much to process, too much to explain. John was panting, breathing deep as his nostrils flared and widened, his nose starting to broaden. He threw his head back, his black hair cascading down his shoulders as his skull throbbed. The pointed ears slipped up to their final positions at the top of his head, leaving him deaf momentarily as they migrated. His jaw popped and snapped as bone and ligament stretched. Cartilage got hot as it flowed and reformed.
The humanity left John's face as it elongated and streamlined, the black fur coating more and more. His lips widened, his nose melded into his elongating muzzle, his nostrils were wide and broad and his ears twitched. His long black hair was relegated to a narrower strip from his forehead and down his spine, almost like a mohawk laying off to one side. He had the head of a horse, and a gloriously long mane.
With his head having completed its change, the black fur started to spread down the rest of his body at an accelerated pace. It swept across his narrow shoulders as they broadened, coated his pectorals as they thickened, and covered his stomach as his abs became more defined. Even his pert ass cheeks got a black downy coating... but far more was taking place there.
A strange neigh like sound escaped John's new equine lips as his tailbone came to life, wriggling free of its dormancy, pulling away from his pelvis. It felt hot as new bones began to form, one after another, stretching out the pliable skin. Sinews of new muscle wrapped around the growing bones, linking them together as long black hairs began to sprout from the tail as it grew into place. It twitched back and forth, barely masking his hungry hole.
The last of his human flesh disappeared as the black fur spread down his legs. The fur ran all the way down to his hooves which had grown in size, widening and lengthening, becoming rather large to support well more weight than he had on his frame. John snorted from his new nostrils, panting hard, moaning softly... before the last wave of change hit him. He moaned louder as his balls descended, his sack getting heavier and thicker. As his balls grew, so too did the flesh around the base of his cock, forming a sheath that was pulled back and tight, dormant as his phallus was on full display.
More and more blood rushed into John's member and it grew harder, longer, firmer. The skin covering it glistened with the beads of water from the shower. It stretched inch after inch, growing longer and longer. It grew so fast that the mushroom shaped head was pulled tight, blunting and broadening, the urethra stretching wide. Drops of pearly precum began to drizzle out of the member as it surpassed twenty inches in length. John had no choice but to grab on with one hand, furiously stroking it back and forth. He felt a firm ridge half way down, a medial ring that felt so good to get bumped against.
John drooled from his muzzle and lips both before he let out a whinny and came, sending rope after rope of yellowed horse cum all over the shower wall. It clung to the tile with resiliance, thick and potent, masculine and unchecked. John felt light headed, nearly enough to pass out. He stumbled back and slowly sat down in the shower. He shivered as his pulsating sphincter touched the cold bath basin, but he didn't care. He sat there, trying to recover from the most intense, pleasurable, strange experience of his whole life... and he had to figure out what to do next.
The door to the apartment gently clicked as John cracked the door and peeked out. He'd managed to get his pants on despite his tail, though the front was distended around his serious package. His shirts were tight but still fit fine. If anything, they showed off how ripped his chest was now. Even his hair had been pulled back into its customary ponytail, though there was no hiding that he had become some strange sort of horse human hybrid. John stepped out of his apartment and locked it before heading quickly for his car.
He had to take it one step at a time... Maybe, somehow, a doctor would know something. Nothing on the internet had been helpful. It wasn't something he could explain to anyone. He left his apartment and rounded the building for his car before he skidded to a stop, nearly colliding with his landlord. His eyes went wide.
"Oh John, sorry, I didn't see you there!" The landlord chuckled, "Did that door stop squeaking? I gave it a little WD40 to try and help." he said with a smile. John was nearly frozen in place. His landlord had recognized him in his new state, and he wasn't freaking out. John's heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to pop out of his chest.
"Uh, yeah, it's a lot better. Thanks... I'll have your check to you by the end of the week." John said. The landlord grinned wider and clapped John on his shoulder.
"Good, good... I know you're good for it, even if you're always a little late. Have a good evening." he said as he made his way to his own apartment and disappeared inside. John was left standing, bewildered and confused. Obviously he had not alarmed his landlord with his new state, which meant what? Was he hallucinating? John moved over to his car. The sun was nearly gone beyond the horizon, making lighting more difficult, but there was enough for him to check his reflection. It was clearly horse.
John stepped back away from his car and looked around before he saw the lawn. The soil was still soft from being tilled before the grass seed had been thrown down. John pressed his hoof down, wiggling it from side to side before lifting it, leaving a perfect impression. He crouched down and ran his fingers around the edges. Could a hallucination be that perfect? That complete? He slowly rose up again and brushed the dirt off of his fingers before he pulled out his phone and opened up the gallery, flicking back through.
A strange sense of awe swept over him. In every photo, as far back as the phone went... he was a horse. His black muzzle was present in all of it. He had, apparently, always been a horse. His mind swept back to the offering he had left at the alter in the ruins. Whatever he had started there had warped his very reality, his entire life... and a grin crossed John's lips. He had always admired horses, found them fascinating, amazing, and now... he was one. Not only was he a horse, but everyone already accepted him as one.
"This... is so fucking cool!" John nearly squealed, his tail flicking from side to side. Without worrying what people thought, he could learn about his new body without interference. He could experiment, he could test his limits. John thought about what to do for a moment before he nodded his head in resolution and he got in the car, sliding his keys into the ignition. He was going to do something he never had before. He was going to the gym.
John had been unaccustomed to sweating before, and now was no different... though he seemed more profuse at it, and the excretion had a tangy, woody scent to it that was certainly new. John had tried the treadmill after making sure he wouldn't break it with his hooves. He'd done a few of the weight machines. His physical capacity had been greatly increased, even if he was a little out of shape from neglecting himself. Still, there was an infectious sort of pride that came with his new body.
Still, the hours had ticked by and he had work the next day. He couldn't spend all night in the gym. Eventually he made his way to the lockers. He spun the digits on the rented lock and opened it up, pulling off the t-shirt and shorts, setting it aside. He blushed a bit beneath his fur as his huge plump sheath emerged, his horse cock half emerged already. His tail flicked, his hole still pulsating as if it was hungry for something.
A whistle from across the room caught his attention and John looked up, seeing a man in his late thirties... Or at least what John thought was a man. He could have sworn the other person was human when he came in, but now it seemed he was seeing the truth. The man had claws on his hands, he was covered in silvery gray fur and he had gleaming yellow eyes. His bushy beard melded into the rest of the fur covering his face.
"Looking good there hoss." The man said, leaning against the wall. His gym shorts were jutting out, no doubt barely obscuring his wolf bulge. John blushed beneath his fur once more and nodded.
"Uh, thanks." He said. The wolf licked his lips slowly.
"There's no way I could ride the pony, is there?" he asked. John's eyes widened slowly in shock, but his sphincter almost seemed to rumble in hunger at the prospect, nearly sending John to his knees. He was confused and embarrassed at the prospect. He'd searched out anthropomorphic porn before, dabbled a little at the idea of male on male action, but it wasn't something he had considered much of... but here he was. Someone was interested in him sexually, and he had barely ever even kissed anyone.
"As long as the big bad wolf is gentle?" John said. It was cheesy, but he'd always been cheesy. The bearded wolf grinned and moved over, licking his lips.
"I promise if I huff and puff, it'll only be to drive you wild." he said, running a clawed hand around John's midsection. John shivered at the touch, feeling in beyond his depths. The wolf came up behind him and reached down, running a finger over John's hole. John whinnied and stomped his hoof, his pucker nearly tugging the finger in. Inches of his horse cock slid out of his sheath as it got harder and harder. John bit his lip and the wolf chuckled, leaning in to nuzzle and kiss his neck before nipping it playfully.
John grabbed onto the lockers for support, panting, groaning, and then gasping as he felt something hot push at his ass. The wolf had discarded his shorts with surprising quickness and his plump red rocket was pushing at John's equine hole. John's pucker began to tug and pull at the wolf's rod, surprising even the beast, but he thrust forward and plunged into John. John's eyes closed and he held onto the locker, groaning as the wolf started to thrust back and forth, picking up speed.
Despite the heat of the moment, John started to realize a few things. He'd always been tall and skinny, and it seemed as a horse this dynamic had only been enhanced. The wolf was shorter but more powerful, muscled. Second, for not initially thinking he was gay, his ass felt like it was insatiable. The cock invading his depths felt like the first meal in a life of starvation. He held on as the wolf thrust deeper and faster and harder. He groaned as he felt fangs press into his neck. He reached down and began to jerk himself off with one hand, letting the other support his weight against the lockers.
John built up momentum in his thrusts, working forward into his hand with his cock, then back against the wolf shaft plumbing his well. He groaned and moaned, and he was starting to sweat again. The wolf was going wild, burying himself to the hilt. It didn't feel like it was quite enough for John... he wanted something bigger, deeper, harder... but it was still pretty good. The wolf huffed, groaned, and then howled as the base of his shaft began to swell.
"That's it... Fuck, yes!" John moaned, "Fuck me with that knot!" He howled out. The wolf struggled to do as he was told. Even though his knot had been intended to lock him in place, he still pulled it back and forth inside John's hole. Soon the wolf was howling loud, unleashing his fountain of sperm inside John's ass. John whinnied out, his huge horse meat letting out his own orgasm all over his clothes.
He winced at his bad lack of self control, but he didn't regret the moment. He had just lost his virginity to someone who thought he was hot, sexy, and worth fucking... and it felt absolutely and completely fantastic. John shuddered, both men still cumming. Life had changed, and it had changed for the better for sure.
The warm wind whipped down the street, catching in John's mane, blowing the hair around. John's eyes were shut, his muzzle tipped fairly skyward. He could smell so much more, hear so much more... and live so much more. The fact that his life had apparently reshaped around him was a blessing and a curse, though mostly a blessing. Everyone accepted him as he was, but it had been oddly liberating for himself. The sense of discovery, the power and animal strength... it was a gift for sure, but now it wasn't quite enough.
John opened his eyes and turned, moving off of the balcony and back into the gym. His hooves clopped across the floor as he walked, his tail flicking behind him. He looked around the gym with an appreciative eye. While he still wasn't sure if he considered himself gay, he DID have an ass that needed to be filled... and he was up for recruitment. The wolf man hadn't come back to the gym, and John had set his sights a little higher.
His eyes surveyed the men of the gym like a buffet before something caught his eye, an orienting stimulus... a rubber pokeball hanging from a backpack zipper. John's eyes slowly cast up to the human working the machine next to the backpack. He was in his early twenties, his blond hair dyed with a teal color. He was tall and skinny, sort of a twink, but he was trying to make himself better and stronger than he was. John smiled, brushing his mane out of his eyes.
"What's your favorite Region?" John asked. The young man looked up in the middle of bringing his arms together on the machine, sweating a bit but he grinned.
"Sinnoh, I love the mythology around it and how it's based on Hokkaido." The young man said without missing a beat. John's heart fluttered. His luck had been extraordinary.
"Do you like horses?" John asked, his lips widening.
"I like the horse I'm looking at..." The young man replied. John grinned even more.
Once more the evening had grown late, but John was becoming used to hanging out at the gym after work. It seemed his body craved physical pursuits and his normal lifestyle hadn't been allowing it, but nothing had compared to meeting Jonah. His nerdisms complimented John's completely. They could share shows, games, and even the gym. It was a match made in heaven... but John had to see if he could take it to the next level.
Excusing himself just before Jonah finished up, John had returned to his locker and opened it up, revealing a small stone carving of a horse inside. He looked both ways before he set in a paper cup of water and a granola bar before the statue in offering. It was a long shot, but he had to try. John left the offering where it was and moved to strip quickly, before moving over to the open show.
The water came on, steaming already as it hit the tiles. John stepped in and shuddered, feeling the hot water wash over his black fur, washing away the sweat and musk of the day. He grabbed some soap and started lathering himself up, tilting his muzzle as he saw Jonah step into the gym, his eyes widening. He looked over John's body, unable to help himself. He was so tall, so sleek, so hung... John flicked his tail to the side, revealing his undulating hole. It pulsated almost hypnotically, trying to entrance Jonah.
"You should be sure to take a real good shower. They say warming down after a workout is important." John said. He was finding it exhilarating to be such an exhibitionist, flaunting what he had. As a human it had never seemed that impressive to him - not that he had a good frame of reference. But now...
"Are there any warm down routines you recommend?" Jonah asked as he approached, looking up at John. John grinned.
"How about you plough this plough horse?" he asked, unable to resist puns. He reached back and stuck a finger into his hole, showing how stretchy and pliable it was. Jonah blushed more, but stepped back just long enough to strip himself. He threw his shirt and shorts across a bench, kicking off his shoes and stepping on the toes of his socks to get them off.
"You want me to fuck you?" he asked, looking down at his cock. It was getting quite hard, though he didn't know if it'd be enough. John gave a reassuring nod, bracing against the shower walls.
"I know you can do it..." He said. Jonah blushed and stepped forward, feeling the hot spray of the shower on him. He reached down to give himself a few quick strokes before he brought his shaft up, resting it against John's hole. The horse pucker undulated and nearly pulled Jonah in before he could thrust himself. Jonah gasped suddenly, feeling the hot and warm depths of the horse's ass before him. He slowly wrapped one arm around John's waist before he pushed in, sliding deep.
John closed his eyes and moaned, pushing his cheeks back against the human, letting them grind together before he pushed forward again. John's fat, full equine member was jutting out before him, hard and horny. Sensing the pendulous weight, Jonah stretched as much as he could to grab hold of the horse cock with his free hand and started thrusting his wrist back and forth in time with his own thrusts.
A whinny left John's lips as he was pleasured on both sides. The sound only encouraged Jonah to start thrusting faster, harder and deeper. His teal hair fell across his face, slicked down by the shower. The water ran over his shoulders, his pecs, his own ass. Jonah panted softly, getting into it, fucking that amazing void of his friend's ass, feeling his cock tugged and pulled and stretched.
Each time Jonah pulled his hips back, it felt like it took longer to get his meat out... But that wasn't a mere hallucination. As he withdrew, John's body tugged on it, and a strange magic began its work. Inch by inch, Jonah's human shaft was growing longer and longer. It passed ten inches, then twelve, then fourteen. John was panting and grunting harder, feeling that his immense anal hunger was at last being sated.
The two moved as if they were part of an ancient dance, swaying forward and back, connected by hands and shafts. Their bodies undulated in fluid rhythmic majesty. Jonah's fear and nervousness melted away, his eyes obscured by his teal hair. His rational thought was melting away as well as his shaft got so large. Soon a medial ring of his own was popping in and out of John's hungry ass. Deep inside, the mushroom shaped head was blunting and widening, flatting out into an equine member.
John grinned from cheek to cheek, his ears flicking on the top of his head. He could feel that it was working, that he was sharing his gift. He moaned harder, taking Jonah as deep as he could. Jonah was panting, groaning, crying out in pleasure as his fingernails darkened, thickening.. His toenails got thicker too, bloating out, covering more of his toes as the flesh webbed together, clamping and tightening until the keratin coating swept across his entire foot. His heel became more subdued, forcing him to change his center of balance as his hooves formed.
The water hitting his shoulders began to create tiny patterns in the soft white hair forming on his back. It was thin, almost invisible at first but it began to sweep out across his back, down his spine, over his shoulders. White fuzz sprouted from Jonah's cheeks and chin, crossing his forehead. Even his ears got fuzzy white as they rose into points. Jonah's hand grew wider and more supple wrapped around John's huge horse cock.
Their dance continued to evolve and change as Jonah's spine began to lengthen, packing on inch after inch of height. His ribs pushed apart, forcing his abdominal muscles to loon stronger and leaner. His pectorals grew thicker, his shoulder muscles bulked out and his legs got more powerful too. Some of the youthful softness to his face melted into more mature looks as his jaw tightened, becoming more square.
Pops and snaps echoed through Jonah's spine, but he was lost in the moment, fucking the horse before him. His own ass cheeks began to part, the hot stream of water running down the new valley, cascading over his growing hole. His tailbone began to flick and twitch as it pried itself free from its position on his pelvis. The skin got red and hot as new bones and ligaments pushed outward beneath, stretching it like a balloon before long teal hairs began to emerge from the tip, contrasting the white fur sweeping across his ass and down his legs.
Jonah leaned against John's back, then his shoulder. The former twink's body was getting taller and taller. His face throbbed and ached as the bones popped and snapped. His jaw jutted forward, making his teeth feel looser for a moment before they grew wider and flatter. His nose stretched forward with his face, melding down into it, his nostrils widening as the tip of his nose got more leathery. Jonah looked up slowly, panting hard as he went deaf for a moment, unable to hear the shower. When his hearing returned, he looked at John in stunned shock.
"Wh... What is happening to me?" he asked. John reached back, stroking Jonah's new muzzle slowly.
"You're becoming the horse you were at heart... the horse you've always been... Just look at you, you're magnificent." John whispered. John looked down... and down... and down at his body. He was at least a foot taller, maybe two... and he was bigger. All his muscles, his shaft, his balls, his sheath - he had a sheath! Jonah moaned. He was even bigger than John. He was the big horse, fucking his little boyfriend. The thought was infectious and he grinned with his new equine muzzle as he started fucking John even faster and deeper.
John moaned, letting go of his own cock, grabbing onto the wall with both hands. He moaned, shuddered, panted and neighed before his cock began shooting out his horse cum, showering the shower wall with his spunk. His ass clenched down around Jonah's cock, making the newly turned white horse whinny out, throwing his head back, his teal mane falling down his neck as he came inside of John, pumping the last of his human cum and the first of his horse cum deep into his mate.
Somewhere, deep down, Jonah could feel that John was right... He'd always been a horse. He'd been the pony sitting in the corner of the bus, playing pokemon. He'd been the gangly horse that didn't know where to put his hooves during dance practice, and he'd been the blossoming stud as he got out of high school and started going to the gym... This was who he was, and who he was meant to be.
John panted, still feeling the hot water spray over him. His plan had worked. He'd finally found someone to satiate his hungry ass, but more than that... he had found a partner, someone to share his secrets with, to share his life with. It was strange, it was scary, but it was amazing at the same time. He had become the horse he was meant to be, and life was going to be so much better.