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"You love horses, don't you?"

He turned at the sudden, unfamiliar voice from the barn's open double doors. A woman stood there, casually leaning against the doorframe, with one arm extended upward, gripping it. She was not a tall woman, but her confident posture and expression made up for her lack of physical presence. Her hair was long, black, and caught the light quite nicely. Her one piece dress had identical qualities, which pushed him to wonder all the more why such an elegant woman was in a place like this. He'd never seen her before, and he knew his dad would never hire someone like this to help on the farm.

"Can I help you, ma'am?" His voice cracked slightly on the 'Can', and he flushed with color. He was seventeen, but his voice was still cracking? Along with his unimpressive build and less-than-handsome face, the cracking voice made him a particularly unattractive young man. Why, then, did she smile seductively at him and approach?

"Yes, and you will. You have no say in the matter, and soon you'll have no say at all. Both facts that particularly excite me."

He had no idea what he was talking about, but he put down the broom he'd been using to clear the loose hay grasses from the dirt ground of the barn. Luckily, all the animals were outside, or her unfamiliar scent and presence might spook the animals. The horses in particular.

"Ma'am, may I ask what you're doing here? This is private property, you know. Have you spoken to--"

"Hush," she said as she placed a slim finger to his lips. "I'm here because it helps when my subjects are familiar with the animal I choose, or in some way resemble them. I'll ask you again. You love horses, don't you?"

What in God's name was this woman on about? He should be running to his mom or dad, calling the sheriff, doing something to get this weird trespasser off their farm. Sure, she was sexy and...oddly captivating. But she had to go! He began circling around her, aiming for the barn doors.

"Can't say I hate them ma'am, since I care for them all day every day, but you really need to go."

"Do I? Then give me a parting kiss."

Before he could react, she had stepped out of her black high heels closed the distance between them in a remarkably short time. She pressed her soft red lips against his chapped ones. He staggered backward after the deed had been done. In other situations, namely his daydreams, he would have returned the kiss with startling passion, but this was unexpected and weird. Time to go!

Though, he now felt strange. Something wasn't right with him, and he wasn't sure what. An expectation, a hunch that something was about to happen. Not good or bad, but certainly significant. He turned to look at her, a question in his eyes, and suspicions running through his mind.

Then his face contorted into a grimace, not of pain exactly, but more of discomfort. Every one of his muscles was contracting, bulging, swelling with power. His lean limbs became more curved and textured with the swollen muscles. His shirt became tight, and quickly restrictively so. The jeans he wore followed suit. All he could do was try to remain upright as his body exploded in slow-motion.

With his eyes screwed shut from the grotesque sensations of his body, the feelings of his body changing grew even more enthralling. His fingers were stiff, he found, when he tried to curl them into a fist. They simply wouldn't bend, like the tiny bones inside were now too thick to lay against each other. An attempt at curling his toes revealed they, too, resisted bending. More worrisome was the fact that his ankles were straightening of their own accord, placing him onto the balls of his feet. All the while, his body swelled with muscle.

When he next opened his eyes, he gasped at the height difference between him and her. Far from being intimidated or frightened, her smile quirked upward on one side. Her satisfaction was evident. She raised her eyebrows at him, as if to say, "I hope you're getting excited." In the process of bending his neck to look down at his toes, he discovered his new height wasn't entirely due to bodily growth. His neck was longer, thicker, allowing his head a larger range of motion.

And, he stood now on...his toes? Something was wrong with them, though. The position was not painful. In fact, he felt oddly numb in his shoes. He bent down on one knee to untie his right shoe. The movement threw his balance way off, and he fell onto his chest. Old motion, new body. All of his old muscle memory was now irrelevant. Still, untying his shoes wouldn't be too hard.

Except he no longer had fingers. The nails were disproportionately large, and had swollen together. The fingers were a fused mass of warping flesh. His hand was stuck in a position like it was reaching forward with all five fingers to pluck something out of the air. Even as he watched, holding a hand in front of his face as he lay on the floor, the nails grew more toward his wrist. Their color was off. Each nail was darker, and looked thicker. He had hands no more.

"Hooves?" he croaked in disbelief. Then he clamped a hand to his mouth in surprise at his deep baritone. Rather, he tried to, but struck his jaw with a hoof-hand instead. The impact allowed him to realize how long his jaw-line now was. His chin was no longer a single curve of the jaw, but something longer, heavier.

It was all too much to take in at once. He wanted to get a good look at his mouth and jaw, but still wanted to see why he couldn't feel his toes. Then there was the feeling of his body slowly rubbing against the ground as he expanded. He heard his jeans tearing in multiple places, followed by his shirt, his underwear, then his socks. Every muscle was powerful now, every movement indicative of strength. The power he felt was unsettling, ludicrous. A guy like him had no right to feel the immense strength coursing through him. Though the fear and anxiety put a nice damper on his new-found vigor.

He slowly tried to stand, but his proportions were way off. His body felt unwieldy, heavy, and bizarre. There was no way he'd be able to stand up properly. As he began to fall forward because of how top-heavy he now was, he brought a leg forward to stop himself. His foot slipped out of his shoe, followed by the other while he stumbled.

Clop, clop. Twin sounds of the thick, black hooves he now had striking the ground. A glance confirmed that his hands, too, were now hooves. A titter of laughter from the woman caught his attention. She blocked a smiling mouth with the back of her wrist, as if she were averse to letting him see her amusement. As if this wasn't all her fault. His brows met in an angry furrow, as aggression took root in his mind.

That is, until she pointed coyly at his groin with her other hand. Distracted, he glanced down to see what was happening. But his damn nose was in the way, and it was huge. Instead of a little nose that barely blocked his vision, there was a massive chestnut-colored muzzle between his eyes. At the tip, he could see his nostrils, now black and facing outward. He could feel them flare as he drew in a frightened breath.

By tilting his head, an easy motion now on his large neck, he tried to get one of his eyes pointed down at his groin. Of course, that threw his balance off once again, and he put out his front hooves to stop his muzzle from slamming into the ground. For a moment, he marveled at how long his arms and legs were. No, his hind legs and forelegs. The impact of his forelegs with the ground came much sooner than he'd anticipated, which revealed just how high off the ground his body was. His belly must have been three feet away from the dirt, but he felt quite comfortable in that posture, despite the continued foreign feeling of bulging power.

At last, he could see his groin by lowering his head and looking past his forelegs. A whinny of fright escaped his now-rubbery lips. His penis was a monstrous thing, black with a couple of colorful pink splotches. It drooped loosely out of some kind of sac, or sheath. Even as he watched, the monster drooped lower, grew thicker, but he knew it was not from arousal. The size of his new penis gave him no pleasure. It only emphasized to him, above all the other aspects of his transformation, that he was human no longer. He was a beast. The member he now had was that of an animal.

He slowly raised his head up to its natural position, cautiously, so that he wouldn't lose his balance again. His ears flicked forward as he returned his attention to the woman. Her calm, soft breaths were audible to him as she glided toward him with light steps. A hand was placed on his broad neck. He could feel the thick coat of short hairs there as she rubbed him, along with some twinges from the top of his neck as her hand presumably caught on a few of his mane hairs. God, he had a mane now.

His sense of smell, too, had vastly improved. From her, he detected a variety of scents, but a perfume that reminded him of oranges or lemons stood head and shoulders above the rest. He also picked up some primal scent, something potent. He tilted his muzzle downwards, finding the source to be...between her legs! He turned his head sharply away, with a snort of displeasure. She was turned on by him! Aroused by his new form! How disgusting. What kind of woman was this?

He backed away but found coordinating four legs in a walking motion to be a difficult task. Besides, he could still feel his body expanding, growing. His height was not yet at its tallest. His belly filled out, becoming the barrel of power befitting a horse, instead of a scrawny human stomach. His butt was larger than he could believe, two flanks of raw meat. He felt exposed, with his anus now drawn up so high into the air. Thankfully, new muscles took form on his tailbone, and he knew the long hairs of a horse were growing out to conceal his anus from view.

The woman followed after him, now repeatedly stroking the side of his neck. The smallness of her hand highlighted just how large his neck was. His neck had to be as thick now as his torso had been as a human. Unreal. He tried to backpedal away as quickly as he could, but she easily kept up. Though the joints and proportions of his legs were all so wrong now, they bent and moved well enough. A passing urge nagged at his mind: he wanted to stretch them, to run as fast as he could. He imagined he could run so fast, feel the wind in his mane, gulp it through his huge nostrils into his expansive lungs, and-- wait, what was he thinking? Run, sure, but only to get away from this woman, not for some kind of bestial pleasure.

Fleeing from this horrifying, cruel woman seemed like the best course of action at this point, but he doubted he could do it. His human mind couldn't coordinate all his legs without any practice. And what if he could only walk, not advance to a canter, or a gallop? He tried to run his mind over the other options, but he drew a blank. Was there nothing else he could do? No solutions or insights entered his mind. It must have been the distractions of his changing body.

Yet now he felt settled, complete. The ballooning feeling of his body growing in size and muscularity had faded. His field of view had slowly widened without his notice, and he knew his eyes were on either side of a thick muzzle. He could barely feel the ground through his four hooves, but at least he felt quite stable as a quadruped. His tail twitched, swaying back and forth every now and then, and he realized it was due to the anxiety in his new, powerful chest. With every slight motion, incredible muscles flexed to do his bidding. He might have been more excited about that fact if he weren't a man transformed into a horse a moment ago by this eerily calm woman.

"You're done. You're ready," she whispered, but his ears flicked and he easily heard each word. Her rubbing of his neck stopped. He stepped back, and moved his head about to find where she had gone, but he couldn't see her. She must have gone--

Electricity shot through his mind. Every muscled tensed. She had touched his cock, his most private place. He didn't want her there, didn't want to be touched, needed to keep her in his field of vision. He whinnied, and cringed at the way he sounded like a dumb animal. His face would have flinched, but the muscles in his face were simpler now, not given to making complex facial expressions. The skin of his eyelids felt taut. He must look like a spooked horse to any outsider, with the whites of his eyes no doubt showing.

While trying to dance away from her touch, his huge hindquarters bumped against the wooden door of an empty stall. He couldn't back up anymore, as she continued to rub her soft hands over his horse member. Against his will, he felt it stiffening, becoming longer and harder under her ministrations. She truly was quite skilled at manipulating the flesh. He thought he heard a sigh of contentment from beneath his belly.

He absentmindedly tried to back up again, found the door again with his butt and hind legs, and stopped moving. God, she was doing work down there. He could feel so much of his girth. The thing must be huge. Her hands couldn't even wrap around it. He doubted he could lower his head and see it again, due to his final anatomy and huge muscles getting in the way. Though he had no wish to look at an inch of the woman ever again, he wouldn't mind seeing exactly how large his rod had become.

With nowhere to run, she kept working her magic. His blood pulsed in his ears. His heart rate was slower than it was as a human. It beat less than once per second. Though with each beat, he imagined he could feel the immense heart in his chest pulsing with prodigious strength. His breathing escalated. He couldn't help it. His eyes weren't focusing on anything in particular, but he still caught the flaring of his nostrils with every breath. He really was a huge animal, able to bring in and out that much air. Air for running, for mating, for driving his--

Whoa, what was happening to his head? He needed to be thinking of how to escape, or at least trying to get her out from underneath him. Instead he was enjoying her masturbation of him, and feeling entirely like a stupid horse! He shook his ponderous head, trying to clear his thoughts, but the electrifying feeling of her hands on his cock kept distracting him. It felt oh so good. Too good.

The beat of his heart quickened. Without realizing what he was doing, he raised a hoof and stamped it against the ground. He needed to move. His anxiety was changing, becoming...anticipation. Imminent release. Good God he was aroused. The barn air was hot, alive with opportunity. She needed to keep going, to bring him farther. Take him all the way.

But no, he didn't want this little human finishing the job. No, he couldn't even see her! He needed a mare, a beast as big and powerful as he was, a horse that could take the powerful thrusts he could deliver and stand firm against his dominance. Images of a horse's bared female sex flashed in his mind. Smooth, glossy, black hindquarters. The silken tail raising out of the way to allow his girth entry into her tall, plump lips. The feeling of pushing repeatedly into her warm depths as she waited steadfast for him to claim her. To explode with volumes of his seed into her waiting body. He needed it. He needed it!

Suddenly, she was in front of him again. Her touch was gone, but he wanted more. He wasn't done yet, damn it! He danced on his hooves, whinnying with frustrated anger. Her face wore a smirk as she ran claw-like fingernails across her chest. The ebony dress fell away from her body, loosed by the command of her touch. Unfortunately, beneath was a simple human body. He recognized the plump breasts, the pale skin, the luscious red lips, but they did nothing for him. His raging lust needed to be met with power, not with a fragile seductress' body.

She seemed to pick up on his base thoughts, and her smirk became a frown as she rolled her eyes. "Ugh, fine then, brute. You'll have what you want, for the moment."

A vague sense of surprise tickled his mind as he watched her transform herself. Like his own transformation but sped up a hundred times, her body deformed and morphed into something inhuman. She turned, showing him her rear, but even as she did, it ballooned out cartoonishly into the bulbous black hindquarters of the mare from his dreams. Those vaginal lips, that beautiful tail. When she bent forward and placed her hands onto the ground, she had arms no more, but the long black forelegs of an elegant horse.

He walked confidently forward toward his prize, even as her body grew larger and taller to meet his advance. She looked back him not with the seductive smile of a human face, but the long muzzle of a mare. Her coat of long hair shimmered in the barn's light. Her mane was neatly combed, and her hooves smooth as glass. And she was all his.

He reared with a triumphant neigh, and let his heavy chest fall upon her back. Her postured crumpled slightly with the impact. The answering snort from her muzzle was a concession of power to him. If he could have grinned from ear to ear, he would have. He thrust his obscenely powerful hips forward, but felt his massive horse cock miss the mark. As his tip slid along her left thigh, his fluid smeared her beautiful coat of hair. It mattered not. He withdrew, pressing forward again. Another miss. One more time, he thrust.

An explosion of mind-numbing pleasure swept through his entire body, leaving behind a tingling. His groin was on fire. His cock was deep inside his mare, gripped tightly by the strong muscles he knew she possessed beneath her delicate appearance. He pulled out slightly, then thrust back in as deep as he could. The friction was a masterpiece, a warmth so intimate and wonderful that it was his entire world. Again, and again, he thrust. He didn't ever plan on stopping. Couldn't plan beyond the now, beyond the immediate fire of his love-making.

The air was burning him, sweat dampening his chestnut coat. He snorted into his mare's strong back, rustling the hairs out of their perfect arrangement. His cock was huge, larger than any animal had any right to. Every inch of it quivered with energy, with feeling. Now she rocked against him, perfectly answering his lunges into her. Her own vocalizations met his ears, and some part of him loved that she was enjoying the pleasure he gave her. All that mattered was him and her, her and him.

His tail was held upright, at an angle, tense with the energy of pounding into his mare. His testicles, secure in their thick skin, swung freely in the air. On his especially vigorous thrusts, they slammed into her rear. He was too deep into his animal bliss to care. His forelimbs squeezed against her shoulders, gripping her tightly. The sleek black mare wouldn't be getting away, even if she wanted to.

Finally, he felt his end approach. Like a tsunami of flames crashing onto him, his cock overloaded his mind with pleasure. He squealed, piercing every inch of the barn with the sound of his satisfaction. Seed blasted out of him to flood into his mare. Even when he felt his penis submerged in horse semen, he kept pumping it out until it spurted out the edges of her lips. His nerves were electrical lines, taut and thrumming with energy. He couldn't see, only feel his sweet release into her. It was indescribable. Perfect, overwhelming pleasure in the most bestial sense. Nothing could compare.

After what felt like minutes, he weakly backed out of the mare. His cock drooped, and seed spattered the loose straw beneath his belly. As his forelegs hit the ground, they buckled. He collapsed softly onto the ground, too exhausted even to open his eyes. He knew he should be thinking about something, something related to a woman with long, black hair, but he was simply too tired. Letting go would be far too easy to pass up. He allowed his thoughts to be carried away on the current of sleep.

The last thing he heard was an alluring voice speaking to him: "Always a pleasure, as such large animals. The vigor of a stallion can hardly be matched. Although, I think I'll find your father now. I caught a glimpse of him on my way here; a downright bull of a man, isn't he? Perhaps more like a bear? Or, we could always go more...mythical."

His mind faded into darkness.