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I huddled inside my jacket keeping the cool air away. It was spring, but it didn't feel like it yet. The nights were still cold, and an eerie fog had descended on the city blotting out the sky and the light of a full moon. The atmosphere was perfect for my mood though, and my quest. I was out on the town on a Saturday night, my parents unaware that I was not safely at my friend's house studying for my final school exams. I hated to be lying to them, but I couldn't keep up my goody two shoes persona any longer. I was a gay guy, I was 18, and I was still a virgin. The call of cock was too strong, and now I was 18 and everything was legal, I was not going to wait any longer. Tonight was the night I would do something about it.

I headed up the narrow laneway, shoes ringing against uneven bluestone cobbles. I passed doors, open and inviting, promising any number of delights. Fellow denizens of the night passed me by, glancing at first then often doing a double take. I was used to the looks, girls and guys finding me arresting. Medium height, slender but muscled build from swimming and water polo, blonde shock of curly hair and tanned except for my speedo region. Naked I had been known to draw stares. I loved standing on the blocks for a race, wearing nothing but a skimpy grey speedo, feeling those looks from all around.

They always said it was the eyes though. Mine are blue, really iridescent and piercing, like two blue lights encased in ice. Girls at school would go all embarrassed around me just from looking them in the eye and smiling, and I managed to date several of them in order to keep my secret intact. Always a perfect gentleman, though we never seemed to graduate beyond kissing before they succumbed to the charms of one of the football players. If only they knew I wanted those same football players so bad.

Finally I reached my destination. The Stables. It was located in an old section at the back of a building that once constituted a stable, circa 1860's, legacy of the gold rush era expansion of the city. And, of course, it was the place to pick up studs. Most fashionable and ultra-hip gay venue in town, it had only been open a few weeks and everyone on the websites I trawled raved about it. The old converted space, dark brick lined rooms, small and intimate, and big open spaces in the same bar. Perfect for checking out the talent, or for privacy, whichever was most needed. I could dive into the maelstrom, or retreat to safety.

The queue looked forbidding, and I tried not to scowl in disappointment. The last thing I wanted was to be stuck in a queue all bloody night. Then the doorman spotted me, beckoning me forward. I approached hesitantly, ignoring the jealous and hostile looks from the waiting patrons. His bulk intimidated, a real bear, salt and pepper beard adding a touch of distinction.

"You look new kid."

"Err...yeah, I've never been here before."

"I know, but that's not what I meant. I mean, this looks like your first time out."

"How did you know?"

The doorman chuckled, low rumbling laugh as he showed perfect teeth in a shining grin.

"I've been around kid. I know a newbie when I see one, and you look about as fresh as they come."

I blushed, hiding my eyes behind the rim of my curls as I had since I was 6. My mother still pointed it out to people, which embarrassed me even more. Little Mikie, so cute. If only she knew what little Mikie imagined doing with big muscled guys every night, beating my cock and fingering my hole until I coaxed another thick load of jizz into a tissue. The big guy on the door took in my shy look and quiet smile, and whatever he saw made him come to a decision. Maybe he saw what was in the hornier part of my mind too.

"I.D?"

It took me a moment to respond, not understanding the question at first before sheepishly handing over my license while the patrons behind me tittered knowingly. Some sympathetic, some mocking, all enjoying the distraction from the innocent kid fucking up his chances of a hot night of fun while trying to appear cool and sophisticated.

The doorman took a look at my license, squinting in the light while checking my face against the photo. It was one week old, license test passed the day after my birthday. I was so proud, grinning like a maniac into the camera. I wish I had died before taking that photo now.

"Ok kid. Go on in and have some fun. If you have any problems, go to the bar and tell Jamie that Ram sent you, and you need some help. Don't let the crowd intimidate you, and take no shit. You're the hottest thing they will see tonight, make them treat you right for the privilege of your company. And for fuck sake don't drink too much."

I broke into a grin matching his, as the line broke into well-meaning applause with a couple of wolf whistles thrown in. The coveted velvet rope rose, and I pushed through the heavy wooden door into the dark interior.

Music vibrated through my body like a sigh, Adele caressing me with her honeyed voice. I headed to the bar, my first legal drink. Vodka, it had to be vodka. In truth I hated alcohol, but the lack of taste suited me just fine, and I could nurse it for a while and soak up the atmosphere. I saw guys everywhere; tall and short, thin and fat, buff and twinky. The candy store was open, and judging by the stares l wasn't sure if I was a customer or on sale. A little bit of both, I decided, as I returned a stare from a tall guy about 30 and blew him a kiss.

An hour later I was hard and horny and a little flushed. I had danced with a few guys, been groped by some of them, and collected a few numbers. The stares seemed to change into beams of pure lust, and I could almost smell the testosterone and musk as my new found friends got closer and bolder with each new song. The truth was, though, that sexy as fuck though they were, none really blew me away. I knew I was looking for something different.

Just as the cloud of horny guys around me seemed on the verge of going nova, I begged off and took my latest drink to one of the quieter darker corners of the venue, ignoring the disappointed moans and the accusations of being a prick tease. Maybe I was; I liked the adoration, and the attention, the obvious bulges making me burn. I was still chicken though; the thought of being naked, alone with a guy, touched and licked simultaneously thrilled and terrified.

"I'm glad you escaped. For a moment there I thought you would be eaten alive."

A deep husky voice coming from a dark corner. I gave a sudden start, the voice sliding over my body like a physical force, my skin prickling. I turned to seek out my new admirer, determined to blow him off and find a new quiet spot to catch my breath, but the words died on my lips.

He was dressed in the usual uniform, black pants, white designer shirt and dark jacket, nothing special there. In every other way though he was an arresting sight. Big, even seated in the corner I could tell, broad shoulders and limbs thick with obvious muscle even under the clothes. His face was a shock, young, in fact on first glance maybe no older than me, though the voice had spoken of an age and maturity that would put the bear on the door to shame. Black hair like a curtain of night, and green piercing eyes. It took me a moment to realise why they unsettled me so much; they were like mine, the same quality of a light encased in ice. I wanted to dive into them and not come out.

"Cat got your tongue?"

"Ahh...sorry. You startled me a little there in the corner. Yeah, I needed to hit the eject button, a few were reaching the point of not taking no for an answer."

He chuckled, and even that was sexy.

"I thought that might happen. You were like fresh meat dropped into a cage filled with hungry lions. It was only a matter of how many fights it took before the victor ate the prize."

I blushed then, remembering the feeling. His description tallied with my experience, and a part of me realised I liked it. All those alpha males, circling, pawing the ground and eyeing off each other while watching me. My ego flowed along with my adrenaline. Now I was out of the cage, I realised I had been a bit of an idiot.

"So what would you have done? Enjoyed the show?"

"No. If it got too willing, I'd have rescued you. Can't have you eaten alive on your first night."

"Oh? Just like that? You would have gone into bat for me?"

"Yes."

His voice was flat, but his face was amused, as well as confident. Somehow I knew, if he wanted to rescue me, he would have been able to.

"Why?"

"Because you are too beautiful to lose. And I wanted to talk to you myself, even if all the lions in Africa stood between us. You intrigue me."

His smile was innocent enough, a sexy smile somehow less alarming than the others. He gestured to a seat at his table, and without even thinking I took it, body responding to some outside force.

"Dane." The giant held out his hand, big meaty paw an intimidating sight.

"Michael...Mike."

"Pleased to meet you Mike. So, tell me about yourself."

And so the evening began again, a new dance, still exciting, and somehow I lost my fear.

It turned out he was 21, a student, though what of seemed a little uncertain. I didn't care, captivated by every part of him. His voice, low growl tinged with amusement. His scent, strong and potent now I was closer, a natural muskiness that went straight to my crotch. His body, even bigger up close, muscles moving with easy grace under his clothes. Most of all though I was captivated by him, his personality, his magnetic quality. I could listen to him for hours, though he was always eager to learn more of me and I found myself telling him things I had told no one else.

The night wore on, a small collection of empty glasses in front of us testament to our relaxed evening. I was conscious of a building tension, and wondered if it was me. The time was near. Do I go for what I came for?

He seemed aware of my inner turmoil, a soft smile and look of understanding covering his face. Something else too, though I didn't know what it was. Triumphant, but unsure was my best guess.

"So Mike, and believe me I have had a great time. If you would like, you can come back to my place and we can get to know each other more. I would be honoured if you would, this is a special night for me, and you are so perfect I could think of no one I would rather share it with. If you would prefer though, I can get you home and you don't ever have to see me again if you don't want to."

His little speech was so sweet, so gentlemanly I lost the last of my inhibitions. I knew what I wanted, and I wanted it with him. My Dane, my sweet hunky Dane.

"Dane, I'd like to come to your place. Before I do though there is something you should know..."

"This is your first time?"

I was surprised, sure he wouldn't know. I must be obvious, I thought ruefully, lip caught between my teeth as I blushed. The stamp of virgin was obviously still firmly tattooed to my forehead. Finally I nodded.

His reaction was not what I was expecting. His expression was unreadable, a seeming mixture part delighted part terrified. A soft hiss left his lips, and his eyes bored into mine before he nodded too, though it was as if he was answering not my own gesture but some internal question that had troubled him.

"Then I think you will remember tonight for the rest of your life. I have been waiting for you for so long Mike."

I was too enthralled to wonder at the odd words. No guy could resist hearing his own name said with that much feeling by the hunky stud of his dreams.

*****

His apartment was not far from the club, but it seemed like we followed an endless and confusingly complex course down back alleys and little lanes I didn't even know existed until we stood before its front door. I realised I had only a vague idea where we were, though it could not be far from the city.

I heard his key turn in the lock, and stood a moment before stepping inside, conscious of a last chance to chicken out passing. I wanted this. I wanted him, his body, his touch. I had found the guy I wanted to be my first and I was eager to get into it now, hunger replacing hesitation.

The apartment was big for a student, and well furnished, not the usual collection of cast offs and milk crates standing in for lounge chairs. He lived alone, he explained, so he didn't have to worry about a room-mate. I was impressed, and a little intrigued. Either he had money or someone was supporting a very nice lifestyle.

His scent seemed to grow stronger if anything and I felt it rolling over me like a cloud, steeling its way down my throat and making me feel warm all over. He saw my reaction, grinning like a demon as he eyed up my crotch, boner making an obvious tent even in my designer jeans. He stepped towards me, taking me in his arms, the power of his body so close but still contained. Taking my hand, he led me to his bedroom. I did the opposite of resist.

The room was neat and comfortable, a big bed covered in a duvet filling one wall. Skylights in the ceiling let the soft light of the moon breaking through the fog filter down and cast the room in a romantic glow. As my eyes adjusted to the semi darkness I sensed him close, and sighed a soft 'yes' as I felt him take me in his arms. I had longed for this, and I was not disappointed.

His body surrounded mine, and our lips met. He kissed me and I just went with it, tongue and lips devouring as I whimpered. Then I felt his hands, first on my shoulders, then running down my back before gripping my butt and squeezing possessively. Rough fingers stroked, playing with my crack through my jeans, then circling my hips and pulling me close. I felt his warmth, and his strength. I wanted this kiss to last forever.

His hands now went into action, undoing my belt buckle and pulling my jeans down. I felt his hand rubbing my erection through the cloth of my boxers, a small wet patch in the fabric where my excited cock had leaked out its need, then I cried out feeling him reach inside to grip my shaft, playing with it, slowly jacking my foreskin back and forward before his other hand cupped my balls. I was so turned on I thought I might cum right there.

Before I could embarrass myself, he resumed undressing me, peeling off my jacket and top, leaning in to suckle my nipples and bite down hard making me scream and beg. Then he did the sexiest thing of all, lifting me up into his arms, effortless strength and power on show, before laying me down on his bed and finishing the job. Shoes, socks, jeans and boxers joined the rest of my clothes on the floor. I was naked, hard, and vulnerable.

"You are so beautiful colt."

"Colt?"

He seemed startled at my question, leaning back before coming in to kiss me again.

"Yes, colt. You are as beautiful as a colt, all clean lines and developing muscles. Skittish and nervous like one too."

I laughed at the image, never having seen myself in animal terms. I guess if I were to be compared to one, a horse was a flattering comparison, though I knew my cock hardly qualified.

"Do you work with horses a lot?"

He grinned a lopsided grin.

"You could say that. Now enough questions colt or I may have to break you."

Before I could reply, he was with me on the bed, still clothed against my nakedness. Even still I could feel his heat against me, body covering mine as he kissed with hard need. I was in heaven, a big stud showing me everything I had missed, his hands roaming over me as he kissed. Then he broke the kiss, and I began to protest before my body melted into his attentions and all I could do was sigh.

I had never felt this before, a strong manly guy who knew his way around another male's body, using all his skill to bring me pleasure. His hands found my armpits, fingers digging into the muscles of my shoulders then sliding achingly down my flanks, rubbing over my ribs and chest and belly as he slid down my torso. Lips and tongue travelled with intent, licking between my pecs then suckling my nipples, sensitive and erect, a hotline to my cock overloaded with signals.

Then he massaged my hips, fingers running over my Adonis belt. I was proud of my definition, and he moaned appreciatively as he discovered my pride, tongue tracing the outline of every perfect muscle. Finally, after teasingly licking my abdomen, he found the tip of my cock and wrapped hard lips around the head. I could not help it, arching my back and crying out, my hips bucking off the bed to ram the full length of my hardenss down his throat. He took everything I had to give with ease, and I felt the incredible warmth of his throat, clenching around my cock head while his lips slid up and down the base of my shaft, little snorts of warm breath tickling my pubes. I could feel an orgasm building fast.

Before I could cum, he released my cock, taking me in his arms again, fingers gripping my wrists to raise them above my head as he kissed me, tang of my own precum now obvious on his lips. I was on fire, lost to a world of sensation, as he writhed against me, grinding his own heavy bulge against my groin. My hands gripped the bars at the head of the bed as he stroked my wrists and kissed.

It took me a moment too long to realise what was happening, and by the time it had it was too late. The sensual feel of his fingertips on my wrists had been replaced by something else, something unyielding. I realised he had used some form of silken binding to tie my wrists, and I was now unable to break the bonds.

"Dane! What are you doing?"

"Shh don't worry colt. I am sorry I have to do this, but I need you to be still for me, and I don't want you to hurt yourself. Everything will be ok, I promise."

His words did not comfort me, and I began to struggle. His strength and his bulk had me helpless though, and he soon had completed the task by tying my ankles to the base of the bed, in spite of my best efforts to fight him off. I lay, spreadeagled and panting, eyes staring with terror at him as he stood now, still eyeing me with deep emotion. Care, compassion, love, lust all were there, and I stopped struggling a moment, wondering at him. Was he a monster? His eyes belied his actions.

Finally he stood in the shaft of moonlight now streaming through the skylight. He began to undress, slowly, all the while talking to me, trying to put me at ease. I heard it, at least with part of my mind, while I watched his body revealed for me. He was magnificent, even more than I had dreamed seeing him in the bar. Had it not been for the terror of my predicament I could almost have cum just watching him become naked.

"I am sorry colt, but you will understand soon."

First his jacket and shirt, revealing a broad chest, thick slabs of muscle bunching under the skin. A sunburst tattoo surrounded his left nipple, black and stark against tanned skin, and a gold ring pierced his nipple. I imagined sucking that nipple into my mouth, playing with the ring and pulling on it to drive him wild. A patch of dark hairs grew between his pecs leading to a single line of fuzz trailing down his belly between a six pack that flexed as he moved. Finally it delved into his pubes, a thick luxurious growth just visible above low slung jeans. Around his neck, a leather band with a shining silver pendant, a stallion head in profile, glinting in the moonlight.

"I have waited so many years for you to come colt. I knew you were the one as soon as I saw you in the bar. Please don't be afraid. I will make this the happiest day of your life."

So many years? What did he mean?

His words flowed over me, making sense and none at the same time. I tried to frame the question, but stopped when I saw him reach for his belt, unbuckling and then reaching for the buttons of his jeans. Slowly he inched the denim down his thighs, and I saw his boxers, tented out obscenely from what must be a mammoth cock. I realised I was licking my lips, still horny and desperate to touch, my cock hard and eager. My body knew no fear, it wanted him, all of him.

"I can see you need this too colt. You feel it too, the colt inside you can sense it. Just relax and let it be. Soon your true self will be free."

What did he mean? What did he mean? Oh God.....

He gripped his boxers now, pulling them out to clear the obstruction of his cock, before lowering them too. I gasped, mesmerised; it was the most beautiful cock I had ever seen, putting to shame all the ones I had ogled on the net all these years. Long and proud, released from confinement inside his boxers to slap against his furred belly. It must be almost a foot, thick and richly veined, the head dark and moist, wider than the shaft and pulsing with his heartbeat. A single drop of precum slid down from the tip and I licked my lips almost anticipating its taste. His mighty balls hung low under the base in a richly furred sack, the two heavy orbs moving erotically as he stood. I so wanted to touch.

With a knowing smile he removed his jeans and boxers, shoes and socks, and stood a moment in magnificent pure sexy nakedness, the moonlight bathing him almost physically. He seemed to feel it on his skin, like a waterfall against his body, sensual caress for the senses, and he moved his hands over his body now, touching himself in unashamed display of erotic intent. Then he looked me in the eyes, piercing my soul.

"Now watch little colt and do not be afraid."

As he stood under the moonlight, I became aware of something moving over his body. His muscles started to twitch, and I saw changes begin to build. His hands first, now lying by his side. The fingers started to slowly lengthen, the fingernails thickening and darkening. Muscles grew even more, bulging out on his forearms, and as I looked down his legs as well. His feet seemed to have changed beyond all recognition, toes gone and replaced by a single broad plate.

As I watched in growing horror, his shins suddenly snapped back as he cried out, a new joint forming in the middle of his lower leg and almost pitching him forwards, but he held on and regained his balance as the muscles in his legs continued to grow, bulging and flexing. Then new shock for my lost brain, I saw a dark colouration begin to move up from his feet, a dark brown almost black covering him slowly upwards, over the new joint in his lower legs, then over his knees. I could see the same effect on his arms as the colouration passed his elbows towards his shoulders.

Another cry, and I saw thick black hair suddenly sprout from his forearms and lower legs, the shock making me whimper for a moment, and then I resumed tracking the progress of the dark brown colour over his body. It had reached his torso now, like a dark plague covering the muscled expanse of his chest, his patch of fuzz still there but now a patch of black against the brown that almost covered him. Before it completed covering his chest though, I was drawn to his face.

Here the change was most profound, and hardest to watch. His face almost seemed to become unhinged, the jaw pushing towards me and forehead pulling back as his face suddenly elongated, brown colour covering the newly created expanse. His ears pulled into long points, and his hair lengthened and flowed, a dark mass almost alive. His green eyes stared, boring into me, showing me that he was still there, somewhere inside the thing he was becoming.

The thing. What thing is this?

Movement caught my eye, and I looked down at his cock. The answer was dawning on me, impossible as it was. His balls had grown, even larger than before if that was even possible, hanging lower in a dark leathery sack. A thick glove of skin had drawn over the base of his cock, same black skin as his scrotum. As the brown colour that I suddenly realised was dark chestnut fur reached his belly then the base of his cock, I saw the changes start to move along the length of this shaft. It thickened, pulsing and alive, turning black as the effect inched its way along. About midway, a thick ring suddenly bulged outwards and beyond that, the skin began turning pink, still thickening and lengthening on its way.

Finally the changes reached his head, which seemed to open out like a rose, forming a thick wide flare around a flat end, the new slit weeping clear excitement in a constant stream to the floor. With this final change, his cock seemed to give a great pulse, slapping against his furred belly and sending a spray of clear precum over his body.

The body of a being half horse half man, who now stepped out of the moonlight towards me on the bed.

"This is the real me colt, as it will be the real you soon. Do you like the look of your new mate?"

"Oh God Dane. What are you?"

"I am a werestallion, one of a small number still on this Earth. I have been seeking a mate for many years now, waiting for the night of the full moon when a virgin can join with me and become one of my kind. I knew it was you Mike. I smelt it on you, the colt inside you, and I knew you sensed it in me as well. Now it is time little one."

The horror warred inside me with other feelings, lust, need. A part of me knew the truth in what he was saying, some part of me knew and wanted this. It was not the only part of me though, and I strained against my bonds begging for release. He was not to be dissuaded.

"No!...no!....nooooo!"

He crossed the room to the bed, kneeling before my bound body as I begged and tried uselessly to break free. He moved with such natural grace, mane and tail swaying in the air, it was a mesmerising sight. Then he brought his muzzle to me, sniffing gloriously at my cock. I moaned, feeling warm breath flood over my groin, tingling and arousing.

Oh please...not that....

His big muzzle opened, a long pink tongue emerging to test the air. He touched it to my head, my whole body shaking at the incredibly intense feeling. Every time his skin touched mine it felt like an electric charge entering me, robbing me of the will to resist, to concentrate on anything but the pleasure and the feeling. He licked down my cock, seeming to savour the taste of my shaft before capturing my scrotum in his lips and sucking hard as I cried and moaned in turns.

Fingers found my body, sliding up and down the inside of my thighs, the caress hard and yet gentle. Then, as his thick blunt fingertips found my scrotum, he engulfed my cock in that big long muzzle and I screamed out, pleasure filling my consciousness almost painfully. I could see his long equine head bobbing on my cock, his ears twitching with each new plunge, fingers massaging my balls and then sliding along my perineum to reach for my virgin pucker. I had never felt anything like this, not in my own experimentation, not in the brief clumsy moments I had had with other guys. This was pure raw sex, and every nerve screamed for more.

As his fingertip pressed against my tight rosebud and slowly forced it wide, I came, filling his muzzle with a torrent of cum that kept shooting from my cock in a constant stream. The orgasm burned through me, robbing me of anything but the sensations, leaving me lying spent and exhausted, cock still manically hard in his muzzle as his tongue slowly flicked the oversensitive tip, taking every last drop of my essence. I pleaded with him to stop, and he lifted off me, staring into my eyes now with lust. I could smell it, potent and sweet. My own cum, mixed with the rich musk of male. I could not resist that scent, I knew I wanted more.

He untied my legs but I was too spent to fight, just laying there as he held me, his big furred body against my skin. His muzzle bent to me and kissed and I found myself responding involuntarily, trying to fight my way into his muzzle with my tongue. Then he kneeled back, raising my legs against his chest and running his big hands up and down my skin, sending waves of pleasure through me. Siding back a little, he licked down my legs, lapping at my calves, then the inside of my thighs, before pressing my legs back onto my chest as his tongue reached my groin.

I wanted him to take me in his muzzle again, but he had a different plan. This time I felt his tongue under my balls, licking them before lapping at my perineum as I writhed. Then he found my hole, still a little sore from his finger. The pain soon was replaced with indescribable pleasure, as he found my ring and licked it lovingly, rasping tongue spreading sensation right into my cock as he licked and played. Then I felt him press against my willing anus and open it, driving his thick tongue inside as my tunnel parted with dificulty to accommodate his bulk. My moans turned to cries and back to moans again as a momentary pain was replaced by incredible pleasure. My stallion was eating me out, his tongue exploring the depths of my ass and touching in places even my fingers had struggled to find.

When his muzzle left me I cried, suddenly feeling bereft and alone. It was only temporary however, preliminary to a new fear. As he leaned over me, his muzzle on my lips, my legs now wrapped around his back, I felt it. The head of that impossibly thick horsecock, now pressed against my dripping pucker.

My eyes slammed wide open and I tried to cry out a 'No!" and shake my head, but my cry was lost in his muzzle as he kissed me harder, tongue sliding down my throat to stifle any noise. I felt him press against me, harder and harder, the pressure building against my virgin sphincter as his body bucked and ground on.

Surely it can't possibly....

The pain lanced through me like a hot knife. I was conscious of a loud screaming wailing sound, and it took me a moment to realise it was me, the pain causing me to temporarily black out. I felt that thick broad flare now, spreading my no longer virgin anus so terribly wide, the abused muscle of my ring trying to snap shut around the shaft just under his flared head but instead spasming and clenching uncontrollably. I silently begged him to stop, but he drove on, slowly but surely, and I felt each new inch as if I was being impaled.

His flared end rubbed every nerve ending raw, spreading my tunnel wider and wider as it drove in deep, stretching the skin painfully yet never stopping even when I felt it tear a little and I bit down on his lips to try and contain the pain. His smell filled my nostrils, stallion in heat, and a part of me knew this could only end when he came. Then I felt him touch something inside me and I arched my back trying to seek more of it. His flare had rubbed over my prostate, and the pleasure started to join the pain.

He seemed to sense he had found my spot, as he slowly rocked back and forward, rubbing his tip over my nub building the pleasure in growing waves. A new feeling began, unexpected and terrifying but also beautiful. As he worked deep inside me, I felt some of his seed touch me, his dripping cock leaving its excitement on my skin. Where it touched, I felt a burning flower blossom, taking away the pain and leaving an itching heat, sex and need in one. Soon my ass was no longer in pain though it should have been screaming from the violation. Instead, I felt my ass burning with heat, pulsing and writhing against his length, gripping him hard and trying to milk his seed into me.

"That's it colt. Now relax and enjoy."

And so he began. I felt him withdraw, pulling his full length from me until just his flare remained inside. My mind told me to pull back and try to force his cock from my ravished hole, but instead my body pushed into him to try and take him back deep. He felt my gesture, letting out an equine whinny of amusement before driving in full length again, letting me feel every inch sliding against my pucker, the thick ring of his cock forcing my own opening painfully wide, before slamming his tip against my nut. I went slack, using my last energy to hold onto his body and held on as he beagn to ride me with loving heat.

I lost track of time and everything other than his body, inside me and around me, as the fuck continued. The dripping precum became a torrent, a spreading warmth from my tunnel invading my body and leaving me feeling light, pleasure beginning to build. His lips left mine as he listened to my cries, and I was now begging again, but not for him to stop. I wanted him to cum more than anything in my life, to feel my stallion fill me. His own cries were matching my own, but not human ones; soft nickers and whinnies, his tail now flagging wildly behind his back.

Suddenly he threw back his head and let out a long loud whinny, every muscle taut. I felt his cock begin to throb, once, twice, then it happened. His seed spurted into me, a warm mass deep in my bowels, his pleasure expended inside me. The warmth built with each fresh ejaculation, a pressure deep inside. I felt lightheaded, ablaze. The flames grew to consume me; ass, cock, belly, chest. My eyes opened wide, staring into his, and yet I could not see, only those two green lights of his eyes blazing into mine.

The feeling was like a fire, burning in a front down my limbs. My fingers tingled, and toes, every nerve firing at once, then the sensation passed down my hands and feet and into my arms and legs. He held me, cock still buried inside, eyes drawing mine and daring me to look away. I dared not, knowing somehow that his gaze was the only thing keeping me sane as the pleasure and pain consumed the rest of me.

I could see it now out of the corner of my eyes. Where the front of burning pain passed, changes in my body flowed in its wake. My skin turning a light buff, fur bursting from the skin as my muscles writhed and bulged with newfound bulk. I screamed, feeling my legs break and reform, the pain passing yet remembered, then the changes came into view passing my knees as the clenched against his torso, the buff fur spreading up my thighs as new muscle clenched my legs around him tight.

My head felt it next, and I knew from memory what would be happening but could only hold on and endure as everything began to move and shift, new body parts registering on my consciousness. Ears that suddenly could move in new ways. A tail spread against the bed. A mane falling into my eye line, golden hairs shining in the light.

Then the change finally reached my cock, and I felt my balls heavier and bursting with seed, the loving caress of a sheath gripping my base. The change sped up now, shooting along my cock as it thickened and lengthened in moments before with a final surge it spread into a stallion cock, flared end wide and throbbing. I cried out, but it was not me. It was a stallion, voicing his pleasure at being mated by his stud, and with that I finally released my load, stallion seed spreading across our bodies, marking my chest and his with its pungent thick offering as my new body gave in to the final pleasure I had craved.

I do not know how much time passed as I lay there, panting and floating, before I became aware of him again, his body warm and hard against mine. I could smell him fully now, my new senses recording all the cues I had missed. The scent of stallion in heat, my stallion, raw musk and power. I flared my new nostrils, drinking in its heady brew. I would know his smell always now, and covet it.

"Oh God you are so beautiful colt."

I heard the catch in his voice when he said that, genuine appreciation and love. I nickered, flattered and pleased. My stallion approved. The knowledge made me blush.

He untied my wrists and I held him, kissing long and passionately, before he rose from my body, cock sliding from my pucker with a painful pop as the head pulled free. I felt lost and needy, but he gave me his hand and pulled me to my feet.

Hooves,not feet...they feel so unnatural....how I will ever walk like this I don't know....

With his guidance I stepped slowly across the room, conscious of the loud clack of hooves against the floorboards, until I stood with him in front of a long mirror. This was my first full look at him, and my own new body.

"A palomino pony...I have never seen one of us so beautiful."

I took in this new body, exploring every part with my gaze. Buff fur, golden mane and tail and a white blaze on my face. The eyes were still me, but everything else was not...and yet it was me too, a me I never knew. I saw him too, much bigger, a draft horse from what I could tell, standing behind me with nervous gestures telling me how uncertain he was of my reaction. I could read his body as well as his scent now, the movement of his ears, his tail telling me how much he wanted me to respond the way he hoped. Somehow that broke the spell, and I smiled.

"Tell me what I am."

"I have changed you, but only temporarily. If you want, we can just hold each other until morning. When dawn comes, we will both return to our human forms, me until the next time I change, you permanently."

"And what if I want this?"

He nickered then, beginning to hope.

"We could mate again, and the change will become permanent. You can then change back to human like I can, but you will be forever one of us, a werestallion, and my mate if you choose. I can teach you how to change at will. My own mate taught me, and though it took some time I became skilled. Then you can assume this form whenever you wish."

My mind raced at that, my own stallion, loving his colt. Me. I gazed over my equine body, aroused at my new form. My cock slipped from its sheath, slowly thickening as I imagined a future with my stud, human and stallion by turns. I was almost ready, but questions remained.

"What happened to your mate?"

His pain was fresh, ears flattening in grief as I reached for him I kissed his nose as he sighed.

"He died 10 years ago, an accident. We are not immortal, though we can live a long time by human standards. I am almost 80, though you would never know it. My mate found me in Normandy, a lost paratrooper the same age you are now, holed up in a barn on D-Day. His own change had come many years before that."

"I am sorry Dane."

"It is I who should be sorry. I should not have done this to you, but I wanted you too much to let it pass without trying."

I could feel him, his tension and sorrow, and his love. My decision was made.

I kissed him on the muzzle, feeling him relax, as I trotted on unsteady hooves to the bed. With a backward glance loaded with lust, I climbed on the bed, on hands and knees, my nethers pointing to my stallion. I raised my tail, swaying in the air, feeling the new erotic tingle of cum dripping from my clenching hole over my perineum and covering my balls. The air was full of the scent of stallion. I pressed my head to the bed and opened my muzzle, testing my voice. A sound, nicker, full of meaning.

Come and take your colt, stallion...

His answering whinny of triumph and joy made my heart sing.

I felt him, the bed creaking under him as he joined me. Then I felt his body, his bulk pressing into me as he covered me, kneeling behind and over me, possessing and protecting in one. I felt his thighs against the back of my legs, knees pushing my own legs wider to part my hindquarters for him. I felt his chest resting on my back, hands now on the bed as he propped his bulk over me. He gripped my smaller hands, fingers entwined, his lips nuzzling the back of my neck.

Then I felt him, his stallionhood. My tailhole clenched and opened again, slick with cum and remembered pain. I knew it would hurt, but I knew I could take him too. I was a stallion now, made for mating by my stud. His cock pressed underneath me first, parting my balls and rubbing between them as he thrust, his cock tip kissing mine as he flexed and slapped it against my length. My answering cries of lust made him bite down on my neck, painful yet arousing, and I flattened my ears in submission to my mate. His scent grew, thick and pungent.

He pulled back now, cock tip rasping against the back of my scrotum, nudging against my balls making them sway, then sliding up, over my slick perineum, wet with his own essence. Finally, his tip touched my tailhole, the pucker still sore yet ready for his touch. I felt him clench my hands tighter, his bite on my neck becoming almost too painful.

His hips bucked, muscles flexing as he drove forward, and I felt him part my pucker wide, driving inside like a spear into flesh. My cry was anguished yet I welcomed the pain, the breeding pain of a stallion submitting to his mate. As his thick end began to penetrate deep, I pushed back drawing him in. He slid in slowly, controlled thrust letting me feel his length all the way in. Then I felt him touch me deep and I moaned, the still new sensation of my prostate welcome and intoxicating. I knew then it could feel so good, stallion in stallion. I wanted this for the rest of time.

Our rutting built, agonisingly slow at first, then harder and faster until we were moving as one body, his cock inside me touching and pleasuring until I was crying out on every thrust. My stud was inside me, and I knew I would soon be complete. His seed would be mine, and I would be his.

His cock thickened inside me, and I felt him start to twitch, every movement felt in my sensitive tunnel. His breath was warm on my neck, and I could hear his own moans turn to deep growling sounds. I felt him take my right hand and lift it with his own, bringing it to my cock, pressing my fingers around my shaft and stroking, his hand and mine as one. A growled command filled my ears.

"Cum for me colt..."

I could not resist his command, my stallion. One more stroke, one more slap of his thick end against my nut was all it took and I came, spraying the bed and letting out a high pitched whinny of pleasure, a whinny matched by his as my clenching ass pushed him over the edge. His seed filled me for the second time, and for a second time I felt the burning course through my body, remaking me for all time. I collapsed to the bed, my stallion over me and inside me, until the feeling began to ebb and I could relax, breath still heaving in my chest, his warm body close.

I felt his fingers running through my mane and I squirmed against him, enjoying the feel of his body wrapping around mine. One of us, my new kind. I knew this was what I had sought

"Welcome to the Herd colt."

The Herd. My Herd. This is the new me...so much to learn from my stallion. And I am going to enjoy it.

Two loud whinnies shattered the night, one deep, one higher, both celebrating their new bond. The Herd had a new member.

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