And So Was Born The Beast
It was just after graduation. We went out driving, just taking off down the highway to see where we'd end up. Total 'seventies movie and whatever. Two of us didn't even have licenses yet. Anyways, we were just trundling down 95 in an old Astro, and that can get boring really fast, even with ten thousand songs. I guess it started when we spotted the barn.
See, go about thirty miles in any direction from any metropolitan area and you'll start to hit farms. I'm serious. They're either family outfits that have managed to stay around by growing organic stuff, or they're ghost towns just too far out of the way to develop into sprawl. I mean, this place looked like it hadn't been used since the Civil War. The fields were all overgrown, the roof of the house had caved in, and the windmill had fallen over, right into the silo. The barn was the only thing that hadn't been eaten away by time, and even it was looking pretty long in the teeth.
We pulled into the dirt driveway, which was smooth as anything, to get a better look at the place. Crooked timbers, rotting, rusted hinges, and not a speck of paint anywhere, not even graffiti. It looked like death, really.
I can't remember which one of us came up with the idea first. It wasn't me, that's for sure. Maybe it was just an idea that came into all of our heads at the same time, just by looking at the thing. Maybe it's just what our pop-culture-addled minds anticipate when we have a scary old building and time to kill.
One night alone in the old abandoned barn, with only a cell phone and a bottle of water. And, of course, my pill bottle. It wasn't the best plan, but dares are stupid ideas by nature. It wasn't until after my friends had driven off into the sunset that I realized the nearest cell tower was probably about as close as the nearest Starbuck's, and a quick look at my phone confirmed that I had zero reception. At least it could still double as a flashlight.
The barn door was chained shut, fastened by a padlock that looked older than the planks of the building itself, but which held under vigorous tugging. I took a quick look around the sides of the battered place, and found an old-fashioned cellar door jutting obliquely from the far side, opposite the road. It looked about as old as the barn itself, but the construction was different, rougher. There were fewer weeds growing around it.
At that point, I just should have waved down someone and caught a ride to a gas station or something to call my lame-ass friends, take the ridicule of not lasting past dusk, which would probably have passed by dawn the next day. Then again, my mom is convinced we have mule somewhere in our distant ancestry. Impossibility of having a sterile forefather aside, I'm digressing.
I let myself in through the strange doors, which moved and creaked arthritically. It took me a full minute to get them open and almost double that to get them closed, and upon doing so promptly lost my balance and wound up in a heap ten feet down. After cursing my friends, their parents, and their future children for my bruises, I got to my feet and dusted myself off, taking in my surroundings as my eyes adjusted to the scant rays of fading sunlight. The floor was loosely-packed dirt, the walls almost ten feet of rough, scantily-mortared stone, with several stalls lining each wall, and a lot of weird piping running across the ceiling, which I figured was part of an old irrigation system. There was an overpowering stench of old hay, a smell pungent enough to make onions cry and skunks ask "Who beefed?" Hey, it's not speciesm, it's reality.
There was a ladder built into the wall of the far corner, leading up to the main room of the barn, which was filled with more hay than anyone could ever want or need. Several bales had disintegrated into shapeless blobs, but others held fast enough to be walked over. It was oddly snug; even though the sun had finally vanished under the horizon, I hardly felt a chill. I couldn't even hear the noise from the highway without straining. I settled against a pile of moldering bales in the far corner, hoping that if I fell asleep faster that I could end this asinine dare all the sooner.
It's common knowledge what a disorienting effect falling asleep in one place and waking up in another can have, but this is probably doubly true if you wake up naked and bound. My first reaction, of course, was to pull on the ropes that had been knotted around my wrists and ankles, squirming with as much strength as my slim frame could muster, which, frankly, was not much at all. Screaming for help seemed like a good idea, but a thick rag, tasting distinctly of (what else?) hay and jammed firmly into my mouth, muffled any sound I made to just over the volume of a paramecium's sneeze. As I began to realize that I was secured beyond any hope of escape, my heart pounding in my throat and my stomach clenching in fear, I heard the splashing of water. I was just glad it wasn't me.
I turned my neck, and there, standing under a spray of steaming water from those pipes in the ceiling, was the most beautiful creature I have ever seen.
Now, I have never been a prude. I learned the facts of life around the age of five, and even just out of high school had seen my share of dicks, pussies, tits, ass, and what have you. But I had never seen...well, that was the problem. I didn't even know the name for what I was seeing yet.
The long, noble head just a few scant inches from the ceiling, a luxurious blonde mane falling over the face and all down the thick body, knotted with tendons like ropes and muscles like liquid steel. A chest that puffed out in a gentle, sloping arc, creamy fur capped by a dark circle of flesh, each bosom jiggling with each slight motion my captor made. A taut stomach curved and bulged equally, and between the trunk-like legs was something impossible. Hanging proudly, swaying along with the tremendous breasts, trim butt, and, just in front of a pair of dark orbs big as dinosaur eggs, was a thick, leather-black, vein-roped horse cock
And I did mention shi was showering, right? Lit up by the gentle glow of a dozen or so large candles strewn about the lower level of the barn, soft hands caressing every inch, sweeping down across the great globes of hir chest, muzzle open in a silent sigh of satisfaction, scrubbing that plush fur and taut muscle, dark eyes sweeping over my nude frame...
That's when reality kicked me in the head. I'd been tied up by what looked to be nothing less than a deity of sex, and, like I said, I know what happens when the genitalia get whipped out. I started wriggling again, pulling and shaking as best I could, sending muffled shouts into the old cloth. Shi just smiled, turned the water off, and strode over towards me. With each step I felt my guts churn tighter together, my impending doom drawing ever closer.
We were eye to eye. Looking into the deep, near-black pits almost paralyzed me, like looking into hole in the world itself. Shi just smiled quizzically, holding up that cylindrical orange crutch I used to carry.
When I still took the shrinking pills, nothing was more serious to me. I had heard horror stories of what can happen in intense cases of hypertrophism, and they worked. I took those things every eight hours, fearing hormonal overload or massive compound hernias, or some other malady equally as horrifying. And there was this perfect fusion of male and female perfection, grinning with contempt over my fully understandable cowardice!
I didn't know how much time had passed since I had fallen asleep, but a quick look down assured me that my equipment was still perfectly normal. A little stiff, but how could I blame myself for that in current company?
The she-stallion certainly had other plans in mind. Still smiling that easy smile, shi ran hir fingers slowly up my sides. For each being as long my hands, they were gentle and soft...too soft. My belly tensed up, snorts of forced laughter punching into the rough gag as my nude body shrunk back from one hand, only to be caught by the other and rebound. I hadn't been tickled for years; it was a horrible shock to my system, and made me feel even more naked than I already was. Those horrid fingers ran over my bare armpits, across my chest, and down onto my heaving stomach, where they scrabbled for a full minute of demented torture.
My heart was racing, my nerves raw and on edge. The horse's plan was beginning to dawn on me, and, in the farthest, darkest, most repressed corner of my mind, a little voice spoke out: "Well, I guess it can't be all bad, then."
Being touched in such a strange, intimate way was causing stirrings in my bound body, and not wholly unwelcome ones at that. My chemically stunted sac bounced crazily, and as shi really dug into me, stroking through my pied fur at the sensitive skin beneath, my shaft began to harden.
Shi worked me over well, whipping hir fingers from spot to spot to keep me squirming, keep my blood racing. Why shi or I were getting into this tickling, I had no idea; it just rubbed me the right way. Within minutes, six inches of buff-colored mink cock throbbed out in the cool barn air, and my captor regarded it like a connoisseur. At least shi had stopped that damnable tickling, though that tiny voice in my head sounded less than pleased. As hir tongue reached out, wrapping around my member and drawing into hir hot, warm mouth, the voice shut up.
Let me make it clear: this was my first time. With anyone. Ever. Even as addicted to masturbation as I was back then, nothing could have prepared me for being engulfed in what was nothing short of heaven lapping at my crotch. The she-stallion's fat tongue completely encircled my shaft, rough buds setting every nerve in my body on fire. All shi had to do was suck and lick for a few moments, and I came, hard. Shi gave a "meep" of surprise (maybe disappointment?), but slurped down the sticky mess, smacking hir lips as though it had been candy.
From then on, things start to get blurry. In the guttering light from the candles, time seemed to have no meaning, and my captor wasn't exactly giving me time to count off the seconds. Hir fingers, those murderously pleasurable things, stroked and squeezed my balls, while hir full lips and ungodly tongue kissed and licked my still-hard cock. It was slow, maddening torture, just hard enough to make me squirm, but never enough to bring me back over the edge. Somewhere along the line shi removed the gagging cloth, wanting to hear me moan and beg, I suppose. I really wasn't in much of a position to be calling for help anyways.
Invisible, the minutes and hours ticked away as the horse worked hir practiced sexual magic over my most sensitive regions, holding me at the brink of orgasm, teasing me with silent promises of obscene delights. It started slowly with just a little tingling, barely noticeable under the constant waves of torrid heat that washed through my body with each swipe of my captor's fingers or stroke of hir tongue. The sensation grew, changing into a twitch, an involuntary flickering of the tissues under the sublime torture.
My body had cleaned the medicine out of the system, sending it rolling down in the sheen of sweat that covered my skin and matted my fur. They started to grow.
I've never been quiet sure how Atroplex works, and I didn't care, so long as I remained normal. Skepticism aside, I wouldn't be surprised if the stuff worked by magic. From a painfully average six inches, my shaft began to swell, my balls ballooning out right behind it. It was like watching the time-lapse of a sapling's growth, seeing them grow and grow, pushing into my bound thighs, flaring out until they both rivaled their counterparts on my equine host, which by now were also quite firm and swollen.
Shi cooed apparently having enjoyed the show, and continued just where shi had left off. Suck, suck, lap, squeeze, on and on until I felt each touch resonate through my body, my engorged, gigantic genitals about to explode from sheer pressure.
"Please..." I remember moaning. "Please..."
Shi took me down from my bonds, set me on the soft ground where I collapsed to my knees, my arms too tired even to reach up and finish stroking my throbbing organ to end my torture. I looked up, and saw my captor in a new light
Shi was laying on hir side, muscular frame resplendent on a bed of fresh hay. With one leg lifted slightly aside, I could finally see why the giant horse had taken me prisoner. Thick, velvety lips clasped her slit tightly together, tiny beads of hir juices rolling down the throbbing flesh, framed by the luscious globes of hir ass and the magnificent bulging trunk of hir cock and orbs.
Again, things are pretty hazy. I don't know where I found the strength to totter across the barn floor and dive on top of the wondrous creature, but I did it anyways. Maybe it was the little voice in my head, laughing madly and saying "That crazy bitch!" bidding farewell to any attempt at making sense of my predicament. All I wanted was to cum, and shi wanted that just as badly.
Inch after inch of turgid flesh drove inside of hir, the taut folds grasping and massaging my overgrown shaft as I thrust for all I was worth. Hir big, strong arms held me to hir, fur and flesh warm as an August noon, smelling of clean soil, wild mountain air, the sweat of titans pouring off both of us. Even pounding away, I couldn't force myself into bliss; shi moved those big hips expertly, keeping me on the brink as easily as hir fingers had. Shi had waited a long time for this, and wanted to make it last. My hand flopped onto hir ebon cock, began to stroke of its own volition, grasping the big underslung tube and jerking it like mad. We huffed and thrust and moaned and screamed as one crazy sexual mass, until we could take it no further. I slammed inside, my hips grinding against hirs, our tightening balls slapped together, and we gave one last shout, a defiant middle finger to normality, as we lost control.
I woke up clean and dry, though I'm quite sure I wasn't that way at our dual climax. I really wish that I remembered being bathed by my gentle, devious titan, but the next thing I knew, I was standing before hir, clothed again, the first slivers of sunlight creeping through the gaps in the timbers. In between us, on the dirt floor of the barn's foundation, was my pill bottle. Shi watched me with even gaze and inscrutable expression, hir calm smile gone. I glanced with longing from hir to the tiny capsule, my little voice silent. The baying of a car horn sliced through the dawn, and my titan lover turned. Escaping those hypnotic eyes, I snatched up the bottle, flying up the rough stairs and out the cellar door. Even running, I managed to gulp down a pill, and felt the melting feeling reverse, shrinking my mighty endowments back to their cursed normality.
I piled into the van, laughing along with the rest of my friends, saying nothing, shrugging it all off, going on to live my life until I discovered what I'd truly been missing.
I went back only once, standing the cool depths of the cellar with a lit candle, waiting, hoping. Shi never came back.