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With a sigh, I continue my way back to my farm. It's like any other farm really, fields of crops, pastures of animals, and a small house with a chimney. Walking down the dirt road, it comes into view. Taking a few moments, I realise something is different. I remember clearing out the horse pasture this morning. But as I draw closer, a large Clydesdale stallion is trotting in it. It looks around for a moment, before grassing. It doesn't seem to have a care in the world.

The horse doesn't look like it's going anywhere. So I head into my farmhouse, putting down my bag before I head back out again. I rest an arm on the fence, scratching the back of my head.

"Where the hell did you come from?" I ask, only half to the horse.

The stallion looks up at me, most likely to the sound of my voice. Looking around once, I hop the fence, holding a hand up for him. I try to coax him over, knowing better than to try and go to him. This does seem to get the beast's attention, walking over to me slowly, almost apprehensively. His nose presses against my fingers, his nostrils flaring when he takes in a deep breath. Before I know it, he engulfs my hand. His hot, wet tongue wrapping around my appendage.

Doing my best to pull out, but having no luck, his mouth is locked tight around me. When I stop, the horse pushes his maw further down, taking more and more of my arm. His thick lips suckle on my arm, his teeth rubbing against my skin. I start to panic, putting my other hand onto the horse, I try to push him off of me. No luck with that, I resort to punching him on the snout. His muzzle opening up and releasing me, my arm covered in his saliva. I fall back on my ass as the beast bucks up, letting a deep, guttural neigh.

Slamming his front hooves onto the ground, the beast looks at me, a fire burning in his eyes. I back away from the horse, my spine pressing up against the fence pole, making me shiver softly. The horse keeps moving towards me, his coal black eyes aimed towards me. When its muzzle is centimetres from my face, the equine moves swiftly to my shoulder, his large teeth biting into my skin. Screaming out in pain, I try to push the horse off of me, without any luck. He sinks his teeth deeper into me, tears forming in my eyes as I feel his teeth grazing bone.

"Get off! Stop!" I shout out to uncaring ears. "NO MORE!"

Blood pours out of the wound, soaking down into my shirt. I begin to black out as the horse pulls his teeth from my shoulder. The last thing I remember is the horse bucking up onto the fence, and something warm, wet, and stinky pressing against my face.

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The setting sunlight pours onto my face, waking me up to the orange light. My immediate thought is to check my shoulder. Doing so, I find my ripped shirt, dried blood, and... bare skin. No sign of the horse's teeth marks, leaving next to no evidence of what actually happened. I look around and find myself alone in the pasture, the horse seemingly gone. Taking a moment, I slowly get to my feet, feeling a strange fullness inside my stomach.

My throat is pained by a strange, salty substance, leaving it bare and dry. I start to walk towards my home, my legs shaky with each step. A strange sloshing sound comes from my stomach, barely audible above the silence. I don't want to think about what that thing did to me, what might be inside me. Making it to my front door, I almost fall against it, entering my living room.

I grab a glass of water from the kitchen sink, drinking it down greedily. It refreshes me quickly, allowing me to gulp without pain. Looking into the living room, I focus on the full length mirror just past the couch, taking my own image in. My short, brown hair is a mess, my face is sweaty and covered in a droplets of white. Travelling down to my body, I finally realise my stomach is bulging slightly, gurgling with the weight of the liquid it holds inside itself.

"What the fuck did that thing do to me?" I ask myself, a flush of heat moving through my body. Sweat forms on my forehead as I move over to the couch, just barely making it before I fall onto the soft surface. Darkness fall over me, sinking into oblivion.

Once sleep has taken over me, I'm in the middle of a field, bent over on all fours. Shifting slightly, I raise my ass without a second thought. It's like instinct to me, swaying my backside from side to side. Looking down into a puddle in the grass, my reflection isn't one that I recognise. The large, broad maw of a horse is reflected back at me. Shock doesn't register inside my mind as I nose the water playfully.

Something moved over me, a heavy weight baring down onto my back, a large object pressing against my right ass cheek. It's semi-soft, but with some force behind it. I look backwards, finding the Clydesdale horse above me, his front hooves hanging over my shoulders. The beast has mounted me, his cock pressing up against my rear again, this time much closer to my hole. My doughnut like hole clenches Instinctively, wordlessly begging the stallion to fuck me.

I don't even question it, not when I try to guide the horse into my hole, nor when his tip actually presses against my hole. His cock feels ten times bigger when against the cleft of my ass, shifting up between my cheeks for a few moments. I lick my lips as he finally pushes into me, spreading my ring tightly around his mass. His first three inches pushes into me, filling me more than anything before. It's a weird feeling, I don't know what I expected, but the flared tip that now spreads me isn't it.

And despite this, I want more of the fullness that now penetrates me. Being claimed by a stallion is a new, addicting feeling, already making me want more. I push myself back against the mass against my back, getting another inch or two into my hole. Feeling his cock shirt further into my body is bliss, such a small action making me quiver and tremble in need. This spurs the stallion above me to buck himself into my body. The unexpectedness of the action just makes it even better. I couldn't prepare for it, and in a way, I couldn't expect or react to it.

'So-o-o... go-o-od...' I think to myself as more and more equine dick is pushed into my body.

My tightness allows me to feel each twitch and heartbeat of the stallion's cock, following from his body, all the way down to his tip. Letting out a long, drawn out nicker, my ass clenches and massages his length expertly. He feels better than any horse I've taken before. Every bump, every vein, each and every ridge of his cock makes it even more blissful. I want him to breed me, to fill me with every drop of his hot cum.

From ass to stomach, and given what I saw from his previous exploits, he's able to do it, and more if I play my cards right. The mental image of my belly bulging with hit steaming hot seed just turns me on more. My painfully erect cock bounces against my belly, smacking hard against my belly fur. Biting my lip, I feel the stallion's inner thighs press against my ass cheeks, realising that he's finally balls deep inside me.

Moaning out a little, I shift from side to side a little, and I get the reaction I desire. His length shifts inside me, and I feel every centimeter of it inside me. I shiver as the stallion pulls himself almost completely out of my ass, his tip the only part of him still inside me. Ramming his cock back balls deep, I neigh loudly in response, loving every part of me spreading around him. Repeating the action again, I nicker back up at him, trying to show him how much I love his giant cock.

'Fuck me! Please! HARDER!' I wordlessly order the stallion above me

With each thrust inside me, his slams take on a wetter quality, sloppy even. I can only guess it's pre-cum, natural lubrication helping him claim his property. Every second of his rut is pure bliss. A stallion using me as a fleshlight is something I never thought I needed, but fuck does it feel amazing. I move my head down, a sudden hunger gripping my stomach. Opening my muzzle, I bite into a thick patch of grass, pulling back up with a good amount of grass. The thick taste of grass and dew fills my mouth, eating it nice and slow.

The stallion above me begins to jerk and twitch, signaling his approaching orgasm. Somehow, eating the grass just makes the rutting feel even better. Looking back up to the horse, his muzzle moves down to meet mine. He kisses me deeply, his tongue shifting into my grass filled maw. His breath is hot and wet against my cheek, flaring his nostrils wide with each blow of musky breath. My cock slaps against my belly again and again as we draw closer to a shared orgasm. It hurts my stomach as my length throbs against it, but the pain almost helps me get closer to cumming. As we get to our high, the dream almost instantly melts away from me.

I wake up with a start, the taste of grass and dirt lingering on my lips as I look around myself. Finding nothing, I fall back onto the couch. It's now that I feel the stinging pain across my belly, a real world affect of the dream. I don't know whether it's just my imagination, but... but it actually feels like it's in the shape of an equine length. Shaking my head, I try to get rid of the dream, the sting. But no matter how hard I try, the taste of grass doesn't leave my mouth, the mental images that pierce my mind.

With a sigh, I feel the room begin to grow warm, a thick musk coming to my nose. It's a familiar scent, it's the smell of that damned horse. But, before I can fully register what's happening, I realise the heat is coming from me, a bead of sweat forming on my forehead. I wipe my forehead with the back of my hand, my skin glistening with liquid. Something pushes from inside me, and I move my head forward, licking the musky sweat off of myself.

Moaning out a little, it takes me a moment to realise what I just did, pulling away from my hand. I can't question my actions for long as the heat builds inside me, making me turn on a nearby fan, sweat forming on my forehead. As seconds turn into minutes, the heat begins to focus in between my legs. My cock begins to throb and grow, tenting my trousers. I move a hand against the fabric and grope at myself, the pleasure I feel is tenfold than any I felt before. The skin of my shaft is almost as sensitive, throbbing painfully against my underwear.

"Fuck... what the fuck?" I ask, unzipping my jeans before revealing my cock and balls.

Looking down at my length, the skin is a little darker than normal. Is it the light? I barely question it before my cock pushes out a little further, growing a few centimetres before stopping. That... that wasn't the lighting. My shaft just got fucking bigger! Wrapping my fingers around it slowly, I moan at even the touch. I start to jerk myself off, slowly at first, adapting to the increased sensitivity.

It doesn't stop, I can feel it grow in my hands. My heart starts to beat harder and harder, pounding in my chest relentlessly. I know I should be freaking out about this, but as the pleasure runs along my spine, I find myself not caring. With every second, less of my hand fits around my own cock, seemingly with almost heartbeat. Soon having to grip both hands onto it, continuing to jerk along its length.

My eyes are fixed at the tip of my cock as it draws closer to my face, the smell hitting me inches before it actually gets too close. It's a deep, musky scent that just turns me on even more. Definitely not an unclean smell, but a very... hormone filled scent. My nostrils flare as I sniff it in, over and over.

This is when my length begins to visibly change, my skin darkening even further, more at the base than the upper half. The tip changes along with this. Going from a mushroom-cap like shape, to a flatter, more generally wide tip. The tip is almost indistinguishable from the rest of my length, outside a series of small 'knobs' crowning the outline of my tip. As it changes, the scent seemingly gets even deeper, and even more distinguished. I can't deny what's happening to my length. It's a giant, throbbing equine length. The scent continues to fill my lungs, until I finally have it press against lips, smearing a translucent, sticky substance onto me.

"I must be fucking crazy..." I am barely able to say, with the end smushed against me. "But... it tastes... so good."

Taking a moment, I open my lips, and take it into my mouth. A moan rumbles inside me, the salty taste of my pre-cum pouring down my own throat. The feeling of my own cock between my lips is weird, being both the inserter, and insert-y. My tongue rolls along the thick, leathery skin of my cock. Even the surface of my length has a weird taste, but it's... not unpleasant.

I can feel my own tongue damn near worship my own cock. It's nearly electrifying, intoxicating, and addicting all at once. Everything mixing together, guiding my legs up, wrapping my arms around them, keeping my lower half up. Taking a moment to question myself, I find a growing part of my mind doesn't care, pushing me forward even. With a happy moan, I curve my spine, pulling my legs towards my head, bringing my length even deeper into myself. The large shaft pushes into my throat, my gullet spreading unnaturally around the equine cock.

Despite the strange, unreal situation. I want more of this; the taste, the smell, and the pleasure radiating through me. But something stops me, pain shoots through my arms and hands. It's like hot branding tools are racking across my bones. Reacting instinctively, I release my arms from my legs, before I try to pull my cock out of my mouth, yelling around it in true agony.

The tip of my cock catches on the back of my mouth, stopping me from getting the shaft out of me. Tears form in my eyes as I freak out, I'm just able to breath through my nose. My nostrils being somewhat closed by my own cock, keeping my a little lightheaded. Slow and quivering breaths blow across the wet skin, only able to smell the equine.

My hands burn even more, radiating up from my fingertips to just up from my wrists. Moving them to within my eye line, I watch as the finger bones begin to elongate, the heat intensifying tenfold with every centimetre of growth. I clench my eyes shut as my hands lengthen and morph right in front of me. With growing horror, I release I can feel every part of the transformation. No matter what I do, I can't get away from knowing the reality of what's happening to me.

I manage to open my eyes again, finding my hands to be almost unrecognizable. The metacarpal bones have lengthened to twice their original size, slowing down in their growths as the pain moves to my fingers. Moaning out, wordlessly begging for the pain to stop, I watch helplessly as my fingers begin to shift too. Something inside them brings all of my digits together in both hands. The skin in between my fingers fuses together, hardening and darkening again.

It's agonizing as my fingers, where my fingers used to be, become one, singular ending. The skin continues to harden, to the point that they resemble horse hooves, the skin just behind them fusing the hard surfaces. This ceases the pain in my hands, giving me a momentary lapse in the agony. I continue to breath through my nose, looking at my horse like appendages in horror.

But this only lasts a few seconds before the pain returns to my wrists, feeling like two spears of fire shooting into my bones and muscles. Crying out agony, I let out a series of whimpers as my wrists begin to bulge. They grow and swell out, new bones and muscles developing in my body. I want it to stop, to leave me be, but I'm not given the mercy. Before I know it, my wrists become bulbs of bone and muscle, forcing my newly acquired hooves to be kept bent downwards.

Looking at my arms with mounting horror as the pain subsides, and the muscles begin to build under my skin. New veins travel up my arms, like little worms burrowing through my body. The pain reappears at my face, moving across my entire head. I know what's about to happen, tears pouring out of my eyes as the agony intensifies. I shake my head slightly, still restricted by my still erect cock inside my mouth. Despite the pain and the horror, my shaft seems harder than ever.

'No... no more... please, no more!' I wordlessly think, as if it had any affect on what's happening.

Sweat pours from my forehead as my face elongates, my lips lengthen backwards during this. My eyes widen while my face slowly forms a broad muzzle, the agonising process taking as long as my hoofed appendages. As the snout takes form, my nose widens out, stretching and disappearing into my muzzle. It leaves just two nostrils just above the end of my mouth.

More of my cock is engulfed by myself while this continues, the last parts of my restraint being the only thing keeping me from biting down. My cheek bones become broader, forming along with my maw, growing out just enough to let pull myself off of my cock. I gasp deeply, coughing as a couple shots of pre-cum covers my nose and lips. Giving me a good taste of my own liquid.

As my maw slows down to a stop, the changes move back along my head. My eyes pull apart a little, my skull stretches and morphs, before my ears elongates, taking an equine feel. I breath heavily as I shift on the couch, trying to pull myself off of it. Rolling onto the floor, my hands... hoofs, press against the floor, allowing me to crawl slowly towards the mirror. When I manage to get most of myself in front of it, I finally see the horror that I've become.

The parts of my body that have changed, have grown almost double in size, a mismatch of human and animal parts. I look at myself in the face, if it could even be considered a face anymore more. My previously human visage has been replaced mosrly by a horse's, if the fur had only just started to grow in patches. The spots of fur grow across my skin, slowly but surely taking over my maw.

"No-o-o... m-m-o-ore..." I try to say, my muzzle and lips moving, trying to form the words. "S-st-sto-op... I-it... h-hu-u-urts..."

This time round, the feeling of my 'fur' sprouting from my skin takes on a more combined sensation. As if it wasn't done one by one, but acted like a wave of growth across my head. The fur travels across either side of my changing skull, meeting up at the back. Somehow, I can feel the growth is different here; longer, slightly different in its texture. Almost like a mohawk is being grown along the centre of the back of my head.

Before I know it, my head finishes its transformation, turning into a true representation of a horse. And if it weren't for my reflection matching my actions to a tee, I wouldn't even recognise myself. Looking at my hands... hooves, I watch as the transformation moves up my arms, muscle and bones reorganise themselves unnaturally.

The burning returns to my body, but it's... lessened somehow. It's a simmering sort of burn, with a sick form of pleasure flowing through my veins. My arms begin to thicken with additional muscles and thicker bone structure, seeming to strengthen in preparation for something. In my pained, confused state, I can't figure out why I'd need to be stronger. Taking deep breath, after deep breath brings some rationale back to me. And I realise now that most of the pain has passed. Now that it's gone I... I want it to continue.

A warmth builds within my hips, focusing on my ass cheeks. It's not painful like before, it's a more... pleasurable warmth that helps keep my cock erect, bouncing against my belly, each thump turning me on further. The warmth is sent out in wave upon wave, moving outward from bone to flesh. Similar to a pushing motion.

As if signaled by this realisation, my ass begins to grow. Changing like the rest of my body, filling out my jeans almost immediately. Like the rest of me, it doesn't stop there, straining against the denim with increasing pressure. I can feel the fabric resist before the stitches begin to snap, relieving the strain a little before it returns. Looking back at my lower half, I'm amazed as my hips widen and bulks up, becoming bigger with every second. The denim is becoming even more taut, straining to keep itself together, losing the battle way to slowly. It begins to hurt, not like the previous pain, this time it's radiating from the outside inward.

'Come on! Just... give already.' I think, just wanting to have the pressure stop.

My teeth clench as my ass wiggles, the denim finally giving way. Loud ripping sounds pierce my ears, my backside is finally revealed to the room. My ass bounces heavily when it spills forth from its denim prison, the last few strings of the material snapping, acting as the last points of resistance.

I bite my lips as I feel the changes move to my anus, leaving the bulk of my newly grown ass along. The warmth takes on a tingling feel as it radiates through my wrinkled hole. It puckers and clenches, slowly pushing outwards, more skin seeming to grow as it plumps up. Despite being unable to see it, I can feel it taking on a more... doughnut like appearance. Even if I hadn't caught glimpses of horse anus' beforehand, there's no doubt in my mind that I know that this part of my body resembles theirs too.

I huff at this, biting my lips as thought after thought pierces my mind. Of how I could use my body, bend those underneath me to share this gift. Is... is it a gift though? I look down, being met by the tip of my cock. Taking in a deep, drawn out sniff of it, I inhale the primal scent of my shaft. I'm unable to deny the more dominant, stronger, even tastier attributes it has taken on. The smell along is intoxicating, this alone is a fucking gift! It's as if horses were designed to have their junk sniffed, and to sniff others.

As I continue to intake my own smell, I barely feel the fur begin to form on my lower half, following the parts that have already changed, spreading out with each elevated heartbeat. Kissing the tip of my cock, I snake my tongue out and begin worship the mushroom like end. The sight of my thick, wet appendage slathering the skin of my shaft is divine, my slimy saliva giving my tip a wet sheen. I... I love licking myself.

Pleasure builds inside my body as I do this, almost overtaking the pain I had felt before. The tingling shifts to the cleft of my ass, quickly growing short fur along my oversized crack. This is the shortest change of them all, quickly shifting upwards, focusing on just above the cleft. A small growth forms at the focus point, growing outwards as a pressure begins to push inwards just inside my ass. I can feel my insides shift and grow, making me moan and quiver on the ground.

It feels like my insides are being pulled and pushed in every direction, more moans escaping from my lips. Images go through my mind, lewd, primal images. Of horses claiming my body, their tips following the changes inside me. Even the imagery is blissful, without the feelings moving throughout my body. My abdomen begins to grow as my organs change, matching my hips and plump ass, the fur growing along my morphing parts.

Moving myself onto my front, I can feel my midriff elongate and expand, new skin and bone being created. My once bulging belly smooths out, thickening to twice, if not three times its original mass. This process is a lot easier on me than my hooves, less painful, and more... pleasing. The fur now covers my ass, fading somewhat to my unchanged back legs. It still grows up my abdomen, finally connecting to the fur of my front hooves.

The bulge just above my ass pushes even further, deep brown hair growing from it faster than any other part of my body. I can feel every inch, of every hair pushing out of my body. Further and further the hairs go, six inches, ten, fourteen. Finally stopping at two feet of glossy, wavy strands, creating a luscious equine tail.

As my tail finishes, the changes move up from midriff to my shoulders. Broadening them before expanding them as with all the other parts of me, the fur continuing upwards with the morphing process. Upon the changing of my shoulders, the angle of my front hooves change too, moving further apart from each other at the shoulder blades. They become more pointed towards the ground as muscles start to grow and connect with each other. Power begins to grow within them, reassuring me to put my hooves on the ground. I lift my front part partially off the ground, becoming more steady as more of me changed.

Within seconds, most of my body looks completely like a horse, only my back legs remaining human. Come on! I'm so close! Huffing out my frustration, my maw opens, neighing loudly. Wordlessly begging for the transformation to continue, to make me the stallion I was chosen to be. This power, this gift, is one that deserves to be shared. Finally realising why the horse had bitten me, chosen me.

Seconds tick by, making me more and more frustrated. Looking into the mirror, I whinny at the partial horse that is my reflection. Nicker after loud nicker escapes me, begging the reflection to continue the transformation. My hooves move almost of their own accord, dragging my large frame closer and closer to the reflective surface. Before I know it, my nose presses against the cold surface.

'GIVE! ME! MORE!' My mind rages against my own form. 'GIVE ME MY FORM!'

This... this reflection is keeping my true form from me, I knew it! My left hoof rises, my other straining to keep myself up. With a sharp motion, I slam my hoof against the surface, cracking the mirror into shattered pieces. As the sound pierces my ears, I feel the changes bubble up again, all along my hind legs. I let out a nicker of pleasure as I feel my bones and muscles shift once more. The previously painful process, now a pleasurable, desirable process.

My back legs grow and bulge with each heartbeat, mirroring the rest of my body. It's a quick process, almost the quickest. I neigh and nicker in triumph as this continues. Legs become covered in fur, my feet become hooves, quickly giving me my bliss. Upon finishing my transformation, my hooves move to the floor, taking my oh so heavy weight for the first time. Raising up, I sway a little from side to side, my eyes focusing onto the shattered reflection in front of me.

My image, as great and as perfect as it has become, it's shattered and not what I wanted to see. I feel an urge inside me, a true need deep in my body. This is a gift, given by one who was given it. So many previous gifts, given by oh so many givers. I need to find someone to give this to, to share it with. But... I'm not going to leave though, I wanna watch their pain, their pleasure. And then? I'm going to show them how to breed, how to take two feet of stallion cock!