The Adoption
The Adoption
Written by DarkCousin, Story idea by born2beagator
"Fuck it's cold out there!" Courtney slammed the door behind her, eager to shut out the howling wind. Shivering, she looked around the only unoccupied or unlocked shelter she had found in hours of searching. What was wrong with people these days? Always locking everything, why she hadn't found an unlocked shed or car since she had broken out of the detention center. She brushed the snow from her blonde hair before looking over her new surroundings.
A barn. She had broken into a barn. Well, it wasn't the Ritz but at least it was warmer than the blizzard outside. Dimly lit with heat lamps, the 15 year-old could see a row of stalls to either side of the small barn, 4 per row. A few cows and their calves were on one side, sheltering from the early spring storm, as well as a family of pigs on the other side, and two stalls occupied by horses with young foals. The last stall contained a single palomino horse, who seemed to be looking at Courtney the most intently of all the otherwise distracted animals.
"Shit, not much room..." The slim blonde mumbled, there didn't seem to be other rooms or even a loft available. A quick search confirmed what she expected, there wasn't a crumb of palatable food, at least for a human. It also revealed the best place to try to catch some sleep. Clearly the lone horse had the most room and had the cleanest stall, "Looks like I'm bunking with you tonight... You... you don't bite do you?"
Tentatively, Courtney stuck out her hand to the horse's nose. She smiled as the horse gently sniffed her hand, the warm, moist breath blowing across her frostbitten hand. The horse nuzzled the offered hand, reviving the lost sense of touch. Courtney saw the stall door had a brass name plaque tacked to the front, with the name "SADIE" handsomely engraved.
"Hello, Sadie," Courtney rubbed her muzzle before joining the horse, happy too see the piles of soft warm pine shavings at her feet.
Almost immediately she felt warmer... safer. The horse stepped closer and nuzzled Courtney's chest, her hot breath cutting through the thin fabric of Courtney's shirt. "Hey, hey this isn't so bad..." She stroked the gentle creature's muzzle, flexing her cold, stiff fingers. The scent of horse and pine combined in a comforting way.
Sighing, Courtney sat in the far corner from the door; the horse keeping a close but surprisingly non-suspicious eye on her new roommate. Leaning back against the wall, Courtney finally allowed herself to relax, thinking it highly unlikely to the barn owner would brave the weather for a visit.
"At least I won't freeze to death now," The escape from the juvenile detention center hadn't been easy, but the greatest challenge so far had been the weather. When she and her friend Sierra had made their plans they hadn't counted on the unseasonable cold. All they had were the puke green, short-sleeved jumpsuits on their backs and little else.
Sierra wanted to give up, but Courtney refused and the pair split up in anger, each deciding to cut their own path. Courtney felt some twinge of regret, some company would have nice, but looking up she found encouragement from her stall-mate. She also learned some new things about her companion. Judging from under-tail equipment and a pair of rather large, swollen teats.
"Hey, you're a girl horse, aren't you? I guess with a name like Sadie that makes sense. Are you a nice girl?" The mare nickered softly and picked at her empty food pail, banging it with frustration. In a strange coincidence Courtney's stomach growled, reminding her of her own aching hunger.
"A hungry girl, huh? Yeah, me too. From freezing to starving, ha!" She grumbled sardonically, "Some great escape this is turning out to be!"
The mare huffed and stood over the girl protectively. For the first time since she could remember, Courtney felt safe, secure and cared for. She couldn't explain it, but didn't feel she needed to, she didn't want to, she just needed this.
She had led a tough life. She had never known her father, and had been taken from her mother by Child Protective Services when she was just four. Her mother died of an over-dose when she was six, though by then Courtney had seen very little of her. From there she had bounced through the foster system ever since. She had some good foster parents, and some terrible ones. Eventually that led to acts of petty vandalism, and the final straw when she was caught shoplifting and met a hardcore judge. That led to the detention center that she had escaped from a little more than 24 hours ago.
And it had been even longer than that since she had last eaten, on top of the exertion of running and hiking through the bitter cold, she was entirely spent, exhausted. As the adrenaline wore off, she could feel it more and more. She tried to sleep, but the hunger pains from her growling stomach kept driving sleep away.
Courtney opened her eyes when she heard the mare shuffling above her, "Hey, wha..." she stopped when she saw the mare now stood over her. The position offered a very plain view of the mare's very full, very plump teats, a droplet of creamy milk at the tip of each nipple. Courtney had a feeling of temptation come over her. She nearly took a nipple in her mouth by compulsion, but caught herself.
"NO!" Her mind reeled, "Never!"
But would it hurt? It really wasn't different than cow's milk was it?
"NO!" She said it out loud this time, but she still looked at the puffy nipples with longing, "It's just... It's just too weird!"
But what would it hurt? She reasoned with herself. Sadie didn't have a foal, so it wasn't like she was stealing it from a baby that needed it. Maybe if she just had enough to take the edge off her hunger?
"Oh, fuck! I can't believe I'm doing this!" Carefully, she reached out and gently took Sadie's plump nipple, more than half expecting the mare to back away, but she held still and calm. Courtney gave a gentle squeeze, and some of the nourishing milk squirted onto her face, making more of a mess than any satisfaction. Some did manage to get into Courtney's mouth, the taste surprising her, driving her to want more.
Throwing caution to the wind, she got in close and latched her lips onto Sadie's teat, her nose jammed into her swollen udder. She groaned as the life-giving milk flooded her mouth, the first swallow easing her hunger pains. A tinny dribble ran from the corner of her mouth to her chin.
Sadie nickered happily as she provided for her new charge. She could feel the young one's face, nose against her udder and her forehead against her belly, beginning to change. Her new foal's muzzle slowly grew, giving her easier access to Sadie's life giving milk.
Courtney was aware of the changes coming over her body, but found it difficult to care. The changes to her head and face made nursing easier, and she was happy for that. Her empty stomach was finally finding relief; the milk provided a wonderful warmth that spread through her body, driving away the last of the night's chill. She hardly noticed the tugging at her ears as they lengthened and gained the ability to swivel and move.
Slowly at first, a tiny tail pushed into her panties, it's growth increased as it twitched happily as the filly nursed. Courtney shifted as her arm lengthened, mostly from her middle fingers growing, as they become weight bearing limbs.
Courtney nursed more and more vigorously as she continued the change, roughly pushing her new muzzle into her adoptive mother's udder. Shifting onto her freshly developed hooves she suckled vigorously, eager to fill her empty stomach. She paid little little heed as her body began to change more rapidly with each swallow. Her pants slid down to her feet as she stood for the first time on all fours, revealing her rump, tightly bound in her underwear, her little filly tail sticking out the left leg hole, the short palomino hair typically frizzy for a young foal.
Palomino fur began making appearances elsewhere, first along her neck as lengthened, and then across her body, the soft fur doing an excellent job of warming her previously chilled body. She stepped out her icy shoes, her tiny golden hooves having no use for them, but unfortunately trapped inside her soaked socks.
Finally, drinking her fill, Courtney pulled away, licking her milk covered lips. She tried backing away, but tripped over the prison issue pants piled at her feet.
"WHEEEE!" she squealed as she fell over, the exclamation sounding nothing like her own voice. Flailing around in the pine bedding, Courtney finally noticed the changes to her body.
"What happened to me?! What happened?!" She kicked at the air with her hooves, watching as the last remnants of her fingers vanished, leaving her with perfect, dainty hooves of a week old filly.
"Nooo!! No this isn't right!!" She shook her little head, tossing her mane in the confusion, "Isn't it?" She wasn't sure anymore. What was wrong?
Her mother nuzzled the young filly, urging her to lay down in the soft bedding. Courtney instinctively resisted, but eventually relented. It was warm and soft and she was so tired. And Momma was there, Momma would keep her safe...
Courtney was nursing again when the barn door was pulled open. Sadie whinnied loudly to her caretaker, eager for the fresh grain and attention.
"Hello girls! Bloody cold today, probably best for the little ones to stay inside today!" Courtney paid him no mind, intent on filling her belly with her mother's milk.
"Aw!" The man said when he came to Sadie's stall, after checking the other animals, "Looks like you rescued another one Sadie, looks just like you!"
Only when the man stepped inside the stall did Courtney stopped nursing, "Hello little one, I was hoping you'd come last night," He gently rubbed Courtney's tiny muzzle. She nuzzled him back, happy for the attention.
"Come here, I'll bet you'll be more comfortable with the this stuff off," He tugged down Courtney's now superfluous panties, allowing her tail to finally swish freely. Her socks were next, as well as the dirty remains of her shirt.
"There, isn't that better?" Courtney skipped and jumped, glad to be free of the confining fabric, before again taking her mother's teat.
"Haha, you're welcome, little one, welcome to the family."