Happy Horse Hacking
The technology in this story is based on the suits worn in Henshin_, which enable people wearing them to transform their bodies based on the modifications they download from the internet. Basically, a wetsuit you can use to turn yourself into a furry. Or a faun. Or a fairy. Or whatever.
Hat tip to Comet for the idea in this one. Wrote it in about an hour - it's definitely quick and dirty._
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Francis glanced out the window of his cabin, sighing at the frost-covered grass and trees. The mountains in the distance were buried in fog, soon to be dispelled by the morning sun.
There weren't any cars on the road passing his small cabin, but then, there usually weren't. He was far out of the way of most people. Working for the power company had plenty of benefits, but human contact wasn't one of them.
Turning back to his computer, Francis stretched his arms over his head and yawned hugely. He'd woken up earlier than normal, not that he was on a strict schedule. His nearest supervisor was hundreds of miles away in Billings.
Francis leaned back in his chair, letting his tail flick around behind him. He'd fallen asleep playing with his Body Modification Computer. Waking up feline took some work, he thought, letting a smile play over his whispered lips.
Still, there was plenty more fun to be had. He had nowhere to go and nothing to do until the storm in the mountains quieted down some. He intended to make the most of it.
Fortunately, Francis was able to get internet. An industrial strength antenna he'd towed up the mountain with him when he arrived ensured a decent satellite connection, his only link to the outside world. The black-furred feline used his claw tips to check on his favorite BMU sites, checking out any new developments.
There was a firmware upgrade, but he was waiting to install it. Some of his favorite mods were incompatible with the new software and he didn't want to lose them until they were upgraded. He clicked around a bit more, checking out some designs and schematics, saving a few he thought he'd try out later.
One really struck him: an equine mod, based off Clydesdales. Pretty extreme, based on the mass involved, but Francis wasn't too small for it. Be interesting to have hooves, he thought, glancing down at the claws extending from his fingertips.
He grinned and downloaded the mod, then opened it up to check it out. Looked pretty straightforward, though he didn't recognize the author. Probably someone new. It came off a site he was barely familiar with, but one that was known for producing some of the more extreme designs.
Francis closed his eyes as he initiated the data transfer, installing the mod on his personal suit. He began the transformation, figuring he'd go with the base settings first before doing any tinkering.
The transformation happened quickly. His black feline fur thinned and withdrew before turning a deep brown, all the way to the skin. His face felt funny, the result of deep restructuring as the suit went to work in earnest.
Francis stood up carefully, realizing he was already growing a bit bigger. He could feel muscle building in his arms, legs, and chest, and grinned. Took him back to his first few days with the suit - everybody went pretty and everyone always played with going as a muscle man, before growing out of the phase. This was kind of familiar and he stretched his arms out over his head, grinning as a long mane sprouted and drifted across his arms.
He padded over to the mirror, noticing his feet were already starting to harden. He hadn't done an equine before, but the fancy had taken him, especially now that he could watch the results in real time. His hips widened, as did his thighs, growing thick and powerful. Sprouts of hair formed around his ankles and wrists, about four inches long and a nice creamy brown.
His chest swelled with muscles as he grinned at himself, seeing a mouth full of blunt teeth. His abs were very pronounced already and he could feel a new equine tail swishing behind his taut rump.
Francis smiled again. He looked good, he thought to himself, and turned, checking himself out in the mirror. Definitely on the muscley side. Ripped backside, tight ass, huge arms and legs, barrel chest and abs to die for. Not to mention the creator of the mod didn't spare any time with the genitalia: he was being gifted with an impressively large schlong, and horse-shaped, to boot, not just an oversized human cock.
He grinned again, testing out a few poses. He liked how he looked and even more how he felt - he couldn't remember feeling so strong the last time he'd gotten a muscle morph to play with.
A small beep went off inside his head, signaling the end of the program. Francis was about to sit down on the bed and explore himself a little when something flashed in front of his eyes. It was his suit, putting images straight into his optics, like it would for error messages or non-verbal messages. But this was different. The text was barely legible, written like... like...
"Oh, shit..."
It was a hack. The mod was hiding a virus. The illegible nonsense was some stupid kid's signature.
Francis rushed to the computer and tried to reset his suit, to end the program, but it was too late - the hack had taken hold. Funny, he thought, since the new firmware would have probably caught this.
The anti-virus protection was already going to work, so Francis knew he wasn't in any real danger, but this was bound to get uncomfortable. Most hacks fucked with the user, taking away limbs or the ability to speak. Some were worse. Some were just playful, but all were annoying.
Francis was about to go online and look for info on the hack and warn others about downloading it when he felt his cock twitch. Not just twitch. It lurched.
He gasped as nearly twelve solid inches of horseflesh went from soft and flaccid to ragingly erect in seconds. He nearly fell over when he came. The spray barely missed his computer, but splashed over the seat of his chair.
Oh... so it's that kind of hack, he thought. He'd run into one before. It would overload you on pleasure and the hackers no doubt thought they were doing humanity a service.
Francis grunted as he struggled over to his bed, wanting to lay down for this. He figured he could wrap his cock in a few sheets and clean up afterwards. But as he passed the mirror, he stopped. Or, rather, his body stopped.
Was he... bigger? No, the program should have finished. But there he was, even more mountainous, a huge figure composed entirely of solid muscle.
Francis shuddered as his cock spurted, dripping thick, pungent horse cum onto the hardwood floor. His cock was really aching, bobbing up and down against his perfectly toned, fit chest.
The muscle-horse reached down, almost involuntarily, and started to stroke his shaft. He brought his other hand up to play over his chest, noticing how thick and blunt his fingers were. The touch sent shivers of pleasure through his body, making him moan as more cum shot from his cock.
He was definitely growing, he realized. Soon he'd have to stoop to see his own face in the full-length mirror. But he almost didn't mind. It did feel really good, overdoing it like this, even if he hadn't chosen to on purpose.
He flexed his arm, gasping at the sensation of his bicep bunching up, throbbing with power and muscle. Veins stuck out against the skin and he groaned heavily, deeply, feeling his cock surge in his fingers, growing steadily as was the rest of him.
His meaty thighs strained as he watched himself in the mirror, unable to help himself as he flexed one way then another, trying to see how gorgeous he looked, how full of strength and power and muscle and maleness. He never thought of stuff like this normally - he was fairly vanilla, for a high-end bod-modder, but this was different. It felt so good...
Francis threw his head back, whinnying loudly as he came again, another rush of an orgasm flooding through him. Cum splattered onto the floor at the base of the mirror, then shot onto the mirror itself as he let go of his cock, using both hands to stroke and rub his massive pectorals and firm abdomen. His erection pulled back, pointing at a near-perfect 45-degree angle from his hips and shot arc after arc of thick white seed, coating the mirror.
Francis shuddered and groaned, his hooves clopping on the floor, denting it as he stomped his legs, testing out his power. His balls, swollen with cum, demanded release as they grew bigger, firmer, larger, at least the size of cantaloupes already. He desperately returned his hands to his shaft, using both to jerk himself off. His cock was bigger now, larger than the original twelve inches, which he thought to be excessive at the time. Now, twelve seemed pitifully small.
The horse-man barely fit both of his thick hands around his shaft as he pumped up and down, thrusting his twenty inches of horse-flesh against his palms, each stroke bringing a wave of delicious pleasure.
Francis snorted as he jacked himself off delightedly, cumming constantly, orgasming again and again and again, a never-ending flood of seed pooling around his large hooves.
He sat himself down on the ground then, using one hand to lower himself. Turning on his side, he thrust heavily into the air, making cum spray him in the face. He snorted again, inhaling his musk, and licked his lips, tasting himself. He grinned. He tasted good.
Rolling onto his back, he effortlessly curved his legs up over his head, pushing the head of his now nearly-two-foot-long erection into his wide muzzle. He held himself up with ease, his powerful legs hanging over his head as he used his hands to steady himself. He could feel his abdominals working, easily holding his large legs up. It felt great to be able to do such a thing so easily, and he quickly went to work, thrusting in and out of his own muzzle, flooding his mouth with cum within minutes.
Seed poured out the edges of his lips as he sucked himself off, desperate for any measure of relief he could get.
He pulled his muzzle off his cockhead with a loud whinny, a blast of seed pumping from his balls and through his mottled-pink shaft to hit him in the chin.
He shuddered as he lowered his legs and sat up in a pool of cum. Pushing his knees to the ground and leaning forward, he started sucking his tip again, using his broad tongue to add extra friction. His cock jerked, more than two feet long now, he guessed, and as thick as two soda cans stood up next to each other.
Both of his hands went to his balls, massaging and groping them fiercely as he greedily guzzled down his jizz, loving the taste. His body flexed, stretching massive muscles from his thick neck to his taut calves. Sucking his cock forced his balls to flatten against the wood floor, a unique sensation, especially with a pair of testicles the size of bowling balls.
Francis's eyes went wide and he grabbed the base of his cock with both hands as he felt the mother of all orgasms quickly rush over him. It was different from the rest - they seemed like mere warm-ups compared to this. A massive load of spunk erupted from his cock, forcing his muzzle away as he coughed, spluttering at the amount of cum he produced. Thick jets splashed over his eyes, his long face, his Adonis-like chest and belly. His swollen balls screamed for mercy as he came, harder than he ever had in his life, squirting like a fire hose for at least a minute solid.
He fell back, body arcing into the air, humping the empty space above him as he emptied himself, delighting in the release, the feeling of thick cum slowly drizzling around his massive pecs and neck, pooling to the sides of his rippling backside.
His ass finally unclenched and he gasped in relief. Just as quickly as it started, it ended. His more than two-foot-long monster flopped wetly across his barrel chest, drooling jizz.
His computer beeped and he groggily looked up at the monitor. Green light. All clear. Damn.
As the stallion lay in the morning sun, basking in his own immense power and maleness, he closed his eyes and sent a command to his BMU.
Yes, he confirmed. Re-run the program.