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My eyes ached as I opened them and even then, there wasn't much to see. Ahead there was something wooden and a white plaster brick wall beyond that. Beyond that, with my poor vision, I was at a loss. I tried to move but immediately found myself in a literal bind. The rub of rope was hot against my bare skin as I tried to move and realized my short term memory was as hazy as my vision.

"He's coming around," I heard someone with a husky voice say as I tried to blink my eyes into better vision.

I looked to my right where I heard something and even with my bad vision I could recognize my good friend, Milo, strapped to some sort of strange device where his arms and legs were roped up and tight to his body while he was on his stomach. His head was starting to stir as well with the same sort of twitches that I had started when I woke up.

I turned my head to the other side and saw just a large wooden wall with two men standing at the top of it looking down at me.

"H-help. Help!" I said as loud as I could though with my chest pressed down against the lightly padded top. It hit me then that I was likely tied up just the same as Milo. Who the hell had done this to us?

"Hey Al, they're waking up," one of the men above said to someone behind him.

"Then get 'em lathered up and bring in the studs. I don't have all night!" I heard the voice and the familiar twang and insistence strikes me immediately.

"Farmer Broadstone?" I said a bit louder as I heard Milo stirring more.

"Broadstone?" I heard Milo echo as he started to really wake up. Milo was a dark haired Asian man who, the last time I recalled, was with me as we were going to meet a contact behind a food court just after ten at night.

I could hear footsteps and as I looked ahead I saw the man in question.

Al Broadstone was one of the largest landowners in the state and as a result held a lot of sway when it came to things, especially in his own county. Me and Milo came here to blow the lid off a story that involved animal abuse, murder, extortion, drugs, and so, so, SO much more. The contact we were supposed to see that night had a piece of information related to new drugs they were producing using animals to test on outside Federal regulations.

The last thing I remembered after parking my car and getting out was a rush of footsteps followed by a hard hit on my head. That's when my head recalled the pain and a spot just above my temple started to really hurt. As I tried to act like I wasn't in pain and totally subdued, Big Al looked down on us with what was left of a cigar stuck between his teeth.

"You two have been causing me no end of trouble," he said with a spit of what could be tobacco chew. With a bit of it still dripping from his lip he continued, "Raising a fit on the internet and getting good people riled up."

"You killed Tracy Porter and Nate Cross, didn't you?" were Milo's first words. He was certainly a man of principle.

The two in question had been reporting here two years ago when they disappeared somewhere in the county. Their car was found and the police simply said they were the victims of foul play but with no bodies or evidence, it all went cold. So we went in not just for them but for what they were there for in the first place.

"Just admit it now, you piece of shit," I added, too drained of breath and saliva to spit.

He took the cigar from his mouth and spitted again. "I didn't kill 'em, but you'll be getting what they got all the same," he joked while snapping his fingers at some people behind me and Milo. We both tried to look back but we couldn't see much beyond our own bodies. There was more barn behind us and a large gate. Several men were there too. A pair approached with a bucket in one hand and a paintbrush in the other.

"What the fuck is this? Are you gonna torture us? That's rich," Milo said again defiantly as my friend really came on fire.

"No, no torture," Al said calmly. "Just making you two disappear." He then motioned to someone behind us and a moment later it left like someone was painting my ass with cold, gooey spit. After a few strokes of their brushes and both my and Milo's butts were dripping with whatever it was and the two men who did the painting saw themselves out.

Not long after I could smell what they must have put on me and it had a rank and hot smell to it which stuck in the nostrils. Pungent as it was, its purpose was pretty lost on us while a couple farmhands- some of which were known to be involved in illegal activities around the area- gathered around us as if eager to watch something.

"So which two did you decide on?" one of the farmhands asked Al.

"Velasquez and Rembrandt," Al stated.

I immediately started to think what that meant while Milo kept talking.

"Those your hitmen? Well if you're gonna off me, fuck you! And fuck all you! You'll get yours!" Milo was defiant til the end and it inspired me.

"I don't care if you kill me. People will know the truth!" I said with a big smile that Al soon reflects.

"Yeah, yeah, I've heard that before. And they ain't no hitmen, neither. Velasquez is one of my Arabian stallions and quite the animal... while Rembrandt is a sturdy mustang that I meant to put to stud. As you can tell, they're both horses. Correct me if I'm wrong, but they can't hold guns so well, can they?" he asked which was followed by laughter from his comrades.

Again I saw Milo struggling so I do the same. I wriggled as best I could, trying to get either of my wrists, which were tied to my sides, free. Meanwhile my legs were bent up, my heels to my ass, legs dangling while my exposed rear dripped this weird, smelly goo. I struggled as best I could but fuck if I could only manage a half an inch or so of play in the ropes before it really started to hurt.

"Man, I can't move, dude," I said to Milo, trying to keep my hopes up but feeling shaky.

He looked over at me, defiance in his eyes. "You don't give up, man. No matter what." There was sure reassurance in his voice and I couldn't help but feel revitalized. Just then, we began to hear the clops of horse hooves.

"The one here, the dark haired one. Let him get it first. He's been the loudest," Al instructed as I turned to see a massive horse with dappled look and a luscious brown mane that was certainly the mustang that was mentioned. He had on a bridle and two men had his reins trying to reel him in. I heard more hooves but I couldn't exactly see what was behind me.

"You've got an Arabian behind you, dude," Milo said to me while looking back like I had for him.

"And you have a mustang. What the hell are they planning?" I asked Milo while the farmhands brought the mustang closer to Milo's ass.

"Should we grab the mares?" a farmhand next to Al asked which caught my ear.

"No, wait for at least the first one to get set," Al told the man.

"And who should I get?" Al asked the men around him.

They all started to think.

"I know Brandy, Jolene, Lacey, Betha, and Joyce are all in season, Al. Obviously Lacey, being an Arabian, would match up plenty nice," said one of the more toothless fellows in Al's entourage.

Al thought to himself for a moment while Milo cried out, "Hey, hey! Get away from there!" as the mustang behind him started to sniff and lick at his ass.

"Lacey works and get Brandy too for Rembrandt," Al told the men who sent two of them off running, leaving Al with just the one toothless man. They muttered back and forth while laughing.

Meanwhile I looked back over at Milo and could see the horse had taken a real interest in his backside. At first I almost wanted to laugh but then I noticed this seemed to be exciting the horse as its cock began to extend. No sooner did it than the same guys who painted my and Milo's ass started the unenviable task of panting the horse's massive mottled member in the same goo they put on our asses, or so I figured.

"Milo, I don't like this," I told him as I started to get a little worried.

"It's fine, Todd. You'll be fine," he told me even as he was clearly starting to get worried himself.

I looked back at the horse and saw that he was very clearly interested in Milo's backside to the point he looked ready to do something foolish. In a sudden burst of aggression, the mustang jumped up and started putting his weight on my friend's back.

"Ahh! Get him off!" Milo screamed as the two farmhands helped in a manner of speaking. From under the stand that Milo was strapped to were pulled to stirrups which the farmhands guided the mustang's feverishly kicking front hooves into. Once they had, they moved around to the back and the most shocking bit of it all.

The horse's massive cock was pressed against Milo's ass, clearly making him uncomfortable, and the farmhands behind him went with the clear intent of getting the horse to mount Milo properly.

"Stop! You'll kill him!" I shouted at them but they didn't listen and Milo's eyes bugged out before crossing as he must have been feeling that horse's massive cock force its way into his ass. His hands froze strained outward while I saw him clenching his teeth. I couldn't believe that he'd taken even an inch but very gradually, the horse started moving forward.

"So fucking... huge," Milo gasped as I could only imagine what he was going through. I really expected to see blood or gore but to my amazement, the horse managed to bury every mottled inch of his cock into Milo. That's when I noticed something strange about the stallion: he didn't seem to have any balls.

"Is he in?" Al asked while crossing his arms.

The farmhands checked behind the mustang and got closer. Then one gave the horse a slight bit of encouragement with a slap on the ass which caused the horse to buck, his thick meaty member stretching the man to the breaking point while covered in that fragrant odor.

"He's in, boss," confirmed the one farmhand.

"Good. Then let nature take its course and bring in Velasquez," Al told them.

Giving the mustang's ass another slap, the horse really started giving it to Milo. I saw the man really try and hold back his tears but he couldn't help but cry out. "Stop! Stop! Please, please!" His words cut into me as I could only imagine the pain he was going through. What I couldn't see, and he was starting to feel, was that the skin between his asshole and the horse's cock was becoming one.

My thoughts were quickly diverted elsewhere as I soon felt something sniffing my ass. After a long lick from its snout and a whinny, I knew it was the other horse they were talking about.

"Guys, guys, you don't have to do this. You can let us go. Please, we, we're just trying to help!" I told the one man I can barely see to my right.

Without another word the horse I only vaguely knew was behind me and filled up my vision as I saw it loom over me. Thankfully, the farmhands acted quickly and had the same stirrups up so I only felt the press of the stallion's black, furry belly for a moment but it was enough to knock the wind from my lungs. As I recovered, I looked over at Milo.

He'd been with me through thick and thin over the years, even in some war zones, but nothing prepared me for what I was seeing. The horse was still humping away while my friend's face looked red and, as I gradually looked over him, I realized his skin was redder all over. I could have noticed more but this was when I felt something massive and hard press against the back of my ass.

Overhead, I hear the horse snorting and I couldn't help but feel small in comparison.

"Come on, Velasquez, get 'im," said one the farmhands before there was a sound like a hand slapping flesh. A second later, the press against my ass turned into something greater before what must have been the lube or goo allowed the horse's cock to somewhat penetrate my asshole. Then, as I soon found out, I was taking more and more of what was a massive ebony horse cock. It filled my ass entirely and felt like it shot straight up my back almost to my lungs. I thought I was dead but I was just choking and catching my breath, unaware the horse was buried all the way in me.

It only took another slap of the stallion's rear to start it fucking my ass, though most of its cock stayed in me the whole time and I didn't feel the slap of the beast's balls against my thighs. What was more pressing was the strange combination of discomfort and pleasure I was experiencing in that very moment. I could feel my own cock, just hanging off the edge of the table I was on, was erect and I started to think that Milo's was probably hard too.

What was happening to us?

"I don't feel good, Todd. I don't feel so good at all," I heard Milo moan as I looked over at him. I wasn't sure what to expect but it certainly wasn't what I saw. His face was looking slightly bloated while his neck was looking more squat. His hair also looked thinner but that just had to be the lighting in the room, right?

"Keep holding on, man. Keep..." but just then I felt my balls explode as I started to cum rather hard and shamefully.

Al and the men started laughing, though I was not sure what at, but I could only assume me.

"Check to make sure they're attached and if so, remove the ropes. It'll only hurt the horse," Al instructed and the farmhands quickly obeyed.

So as I felt the cock in me seemingly swell to the point of not even sliding around anymore, three farmhands came around and started checking us out. Mostly from behind and where the horse's cock was meeting us. The ones checking Milo seem pretty pleased as they gave the thumbs up.

"He's connected and already starting to develop," the farmhand behind Milo observed.

"Good, good. And him," Al said, pointing at me.

The horse's cock was starting to feel strange in me now but it was hard to explain. It was both in me and yet I couldn't exactly feel it. Something was attaching me to the back of the horse though, so his cock still must be there. This must be shock or something else hitting me.

Instead of thinking of myself I looked to Milo as they started loosening the ropes around him until at last they all fell in a clump to the floor. I half expected my friend to get out from under that horse and run for it but instead he looked almost sick, with a face that wasn't the right color and drool coming from his mouth. The man taking off his ropes even rubbed Milo's hair, causing much of it to fall out in large clumps.

As he withdrew, I squinted my eyes and tried to look at Milo closer, wondering why he wasn't kicking his legs or at least reaching with his arms. That's when I could see parts of his flesh melded together at the fingers, wrist, elbow and shoulder and could only assume something similar had happened to the other side. It made me think of myself and I started to wiggle my arms and legs as best I could.

"Stop that," the one farmhand said, giving me a sharp jab in the ribs.

Focusing more on my friend again, I tried to look at his legs but they were partially obscured by the stallion's massive haunches. What I could see was strange, as I saw something dangling and it appeared dark and flesh and I can only assume it was Milo's hips.

"What are you trying to do? Teach us a lesson?" I asked Al as I tried to take deeper breaths.

"Not at all, son," he replied, puffing his cigar. "The idea is to humiliate you at my own amusement," he chuckled to which the other farmhands soon joined in.

I then began to feel something very strange as more of the horse's crotch was pressing into my ass to the point where he wasn't even thrusting, he just simply pushed up hard against me. Then, after a minute, he pulled back and I was tugged with him slightly, though the ropes made that tricky.

"Looks like he's attached too. Unwrapping him," the farmhand behind me said before he and the other man started to untie me.

In part of my mind, I tried to think how I could possibly escape. But at the same time, even as the ropes got looser, I felt like I was being held even tighter to the horse than before. The weirder part was I could no longer feel the horse's cock in me and he had no longer been thrusting.

"Might as well remove the tables too," Al suggested while flicking his old cigar away and taking out another.

I had no idea what this meant until the farmhands came to one side of me, gripped the edge of the thing I was on and pulled it away. It must have been on wheels with how it moved so easily but the moment it was gone my face fell right for the floor. The stallion dropped to its front hooves easily while I tried to move my hands to shield myself but they felt stuck to my sides. Smacking my cheek, I moaned while waiting for my feet to drop but strangely, they never did.

I heard them wheel away Milo's table as well and he grunted similarly to me. I looked over at him and I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Like me, his head had hit the floor but as I followed his body down, I saw the flesh looking more discolored and wrinkled while it appeared that the back of him, namely what used to be his ass, had fused to the flesh of the horse's crotch. The horse moved its back legs slightly, allowing me to see what had really become of Milo's legs.

His thighs were barely recognizable as they were looking swollen with water weight. The bent back part of his legs wasn't there or it had already merged into the greater legs that had formed. Looking at it made me very aware of my own lower half.

I did my best to turn and look up but I wish I hadn't. Up my darkening and veiny flesh to my lower back and ass where I was connected to the stallion in much the same way Milo was.

This, this wasn't possible.

"What are you doing to us? Stop this, please," I heard Milo say with a great amount of trouble as his breathing seemed to have gotten more ragged. I was worried about my friend as he certainly wasn't seeming like himself. Still, I looked to Al and hoped for some sort of answer or, more hopefully, clemency.

He puffed his cigar a few times before answering. "Isn't it obvious? You're both becoming horse cocks."

The words echoed in my ears but they didn't stick.

"You're insane! Let us out!" I demanded while trying to move my legs.

I used to be able to feel my legs bent back uncomfortably but now that I was trying to think about it, I could only vaguely sense that I had anything below my waist at all. The more I concentrated on it, the more I could feel a strange, tingling sensation running through where my knees or toes should have been. All the while my stomach and guts were feeling very, very unsettled.

A moment later Milo belched and started coughing. He didn't have a neck anymore that I could tell, he was practically bald, and even his ears appeared to have shrunk away. I shook my head and saw some hair shed away and didn't feel my own ears wiggling.

This wasn't good. I couldn't become a...a... it just wasn't possible!

The clopping of the Arabian's hooves all around me scared me and I try to shout at it to calm it down. "Hey! Stop! Stop!" It only reacted by snorting and moving backwards a little, dragging me along.

My bones started to feel like jelly and I could feel it most of all in my neck. At first it drooped a lot but soon I felt my head being tugged back as my neck seemed to recede. I knew this wasn't good.

My eyes again turned to Milo as I heard him trying to speak but it sounded more like sad gurgling. For some reason, this experience gave me sharper eyes and I could more clearly see what had happened to my friend's legs and, very likely, was happening to my own. Looking like a brown leather bag holding two pendulous balls, it was clear that Milo's lower half was now more part of horse balls than legs.

As I looked at the flesh around where his ass used to be, I could see that more of him had seemingly dissolved up into the horse as part of his waist looked to be forming a sheath. I had to finally look away, not because I couldn't watch it happen to him but because I knew it was also happening to me.

Inside of me was like nothing I could exactly explain. It was like my lungs were getting bigger while my stomach and other organs were shrinking. Breaths entered my mouth and filled me up to my waist, or so it felt like, and exhaling brought with it a musky scent and a strange taste in my mouth.

Suddenly I smelled a rather horrid odor before hearing plops behind me. I turned enough to see that the stallion I was... was... was attached to was making a bit of a mess by dropping some turds. No one seemed to mind, though. Some were even starting to laugh, though I didn't get the joke just yet.

I felt it first in where my bowels were like a warm stirring there that was almost familiar. Then it came like a rush of vomit after too much drinking only much, much worse. I felt my body go rigid as I could feel the warm liquid surge through me. Before I knew it my mouth was forced open and yellow hot horse piss was shooting out. My eyes were forced open at first to watch before I shut them in shame as my new purpose started to sink in.

It felt like forever and gallons before I was spitting out the last few drops and gagging. The men were all laughing. I looked over and saw Milo looking at me and for once he was the one looking sorry for me.

"Go fetch the mares then," Al said with a snap of his fingers, sending one of the farmhands off while looking the two of us down. "Has it hit you both yet how truly screwed you are? Some of your kind I'm nice enough to turn into animals and let that be but you two deserved something worse. Don't worry, though. You both will get a hell of a send off."

I could feel bumps and ridges forming around my face while, somewhat thankfully, my nose gradually shrunk away taking away the smell of horse piss from my senses though some of it lingered on my tongue. The biggest difference I felt, above all, was the sense that there was no longer a beating heart in my chest. As my body got thinner, like Milo's, the beat I was feeling was coming from the horse, not me.

I wasn't a person anymore. I was an organ. And of all organs to be...

Finally I felt my back thump against the horse's belly and I knew I had really lost a lot of mass. Glancing over at Milo as best I could, his tight skin was looking mottled while his head was more like that of a horse's cock head than anything remotely human. He too was now hanging under the mustang and looking fairly impressive as more hooves could be heard approaching.

Both stallions turned, allowing me to see that more horses were coming. A strange stiffness started to fill me and subconsciously I knew these were mares. And somehow, as I throbbed even harder, I could tell they're in heat.

And what did stallions do around mares that were in heat? They used their cocks.

As I stiffened, I saw that Milo was in much the same position as the horse he was now a member of was already sniffing at the back of a dappled gray mare.

"You two always were pricks. Fitting you're going out this way, I suppose," laughed Al while Milo's stallion mounted.

"No, Milo," I said weakly.

I thought I could barely hear him say, "Please, not me," before being plunged into the darkness of the mare's cunt. I looked away in that moment, unable to wrap my mind around what the poor man was going through.

The farmhands and Al had no problem laughing away as the stallion greedily mounted the mare and started doing what came natural. I saw his big heavy balls bouncing from behind as I could only imagine what he was going through right now. I was doing my best not to think about it because it was in my future as well...

The noises that came from the horses' mating were gross and vaginal juices splashed down while the stallion happily fucked her until it seemed he could last no longer. I didn't know how I knew but I could tell the stallion was close and Milo was about to feel what I felt when the horse used me like the cock I now was. But as I thought about it, I started to taste something wet and salty on my tongue and before I knew it, I was oozing horse pre from my mouth.

"Oh God," I moaned as the taste of horse cum filled my mouth.

I heard the mustang whinny loudly, as did the mare, and soon after he was dismounting and she was left oozing cum. While the farmhands were checking her, I was watching the horse's cock which looked in no way human. It spitted out a bit more cum before eventually going more flaccid, shrinking, and eventually sliding into the furry sheath under the horse completely.

I shivered as best I was able as the cold hard thought of Milo's sealed fate now staring me right in the face.

"Your turn, Todd. To think, all that growing up and education and life, just to end up a horse's cock. Makes ya think, don't it?" Al asked just as Velasquez mounted the mare.

I wish I didn't have sight still as I stared at both the mare's asshole and her swollen, winking cunt. The stallion's heart was going a mile a minute, which I could feel. He began to edge closer and my every attempt to move was fruitless as I realized I wasn't in control anymore. A few more trots brought my face right to brink of the mare's sex.

I tried taking breaths but before I was able to I was plunged into the muffled wet darkness of the mare. I tried to scream but this only led to juices leaking into my pisshole of a mouth. While I knew I lacked a tongue or teeth, I still was able to taste and smell to a degree, and it made the entire experience all the more traumatic. As I was pushed deeper in, the warmer and wetter it got while noises got more distant. Finally I was pressed into the mare's cervix and realized just how long I must have been.

I could feel the internal muscles of the mare squeezing parts of me as I filled her rather completely. I slid out a little bit and was quickly pushed back in. The darkness I saw became more complete as I can only assume my eyes were gone, giving me the full and proper look of a horse's cock now. That thought took a moment to sink in.

I was just a horse's cock now.

Where I should have felt my legs I instead felt my balls banging into the underside of the mare while every bit of my body was buried in her. Feeling and tasting nothing but mare, my mind was going haywire and I tried my best to keep it together.

I thought of my girlfriend, my car, my apartment, my friends, and family. Everything I worked for and did. None of it ended up mattering as the taste of cum started to really fill my mouth.

I did not know much time had passed but I guessed it was enough. I could feel a tingling where my knees were that I took as a sign of excitement before a similar, though different, surging feeling started to stir at my waist before shooting up my body, throat, and into my mouth. Not that I can hold back, I opened and spewed the thick stallion's load into the mare like my life depended on it.

I hate to admit that it felt fairly good, even as I knew I was spewing horse seed, but the feeling dulled my mind a bit and I sort of just gave in to the feeling. It felt like even more than when I pissed, and tasted shamefully better as well. By the time I realize he was sliding me out, I barely stopped.

Falling out of the mare's cunt, I felt the cool air around me and while sight was lost to me I had a sense of myself dangling beneath the stallion, still oozing cum.

"And that's that," I heard Al say, loudly wiping his hands. "Shouldn't have to worry about no reporters around here for a while I bet."

"Yeah, they both got what they deserved," I heard one of the farmhands agree as I felt myself so flaccid.

I tried to speak but only managed to spit a little extra cum out. The entire experience had been beyond belief and now I was only trying to gather my thoughts. I had fallen so far and so fast. An hour ago I was waiting for a contact behind a barn and now here I was, reduced to several feet of quickly retracting horse cock.

I heard the other stallion being led away along with the mares while my stallion stood still. I was dripping only a little cum now but I felt very short for the first time. I knew I was about to go into my new home but I was scared. I didn't want it to end like this. I could have never imagined...

Only a few more inches now and I heard them leaving.

"Come on Velasquez, let's get you back to your stall," I heard someone say just as I felt fur bristling against my head and just like that, I was pulled into the horse's sheath and my new home.

Epilogue

I've accepted my new life, however sad that is, as a horse's penis. It's been six months since that fateful night and ever since that first morning when I woke up and emerged from the sheath, I was only used to piss more. It was hard to accept at first but gradually I had to. My life had certainly gotten more simple, that's for sure.

When not out, I heard muffled things from my new home and I could only assume they didn't think I had any awareness. Or at least they never treat me that way. I'm a horse's cock and there is little more to it than that.

I got the occasional treat of a mare every so often, but more often than not they use the fake mare to milk Velasquez and sell his sperm instead. The fake ones were certainly not as pleasant as the real thing.

I heard Rembrandt's name every so often and could only assume Milo was in a similar situation to me. I wish I had some way to signal him. To tell him I was, well, not okay, but at least here. I tried to think of ways while I bobbled between my horse's legs, knowing there wouldn't be any solution to this problem.

And so this is my lot in life now, a simple horse's cock. I would be lying if I didn't say I had good days and bad, but that's how it is. Some days are harder than others, for sure.