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Banana Sweets 5 - Horse Master

(Man into horse)

by BananaSweet

“Would you like to be my stallion?”

I stopped dead in my tracks when I heard the question, leaving me standing awkwardly in the middle of my date’s barn. “What?” Despite my confusion, my erection downstairs throbbed and jerked regardless. Adelia was probably the hottest date I’d ever had, I still couldn’t believe she had picked me at the Red Bill saloon, there was no way I was going to leave this barn without us both being satisfied.

“You heard me. Do you want to be my stallion?” She repeated, as she arched a brow at me. “It’s a roleplaying thing, no harm done sweety” she tersely added when my confusion did not disappear. “Unless you make it real...”

A dumb smile broke out on my face as the gears in my head finally connected the dots. “Oooh, that explains why you brought me out to the barn. Kinky~”

Adelia’s lip curled in a smirk. “Duh, it’s where you belong. Now, are you going to be a good stallion or am I gonna have to break out the riding crop on your butt?” Beside her were a series of stacked crates, on top of which there was a blindfold, a small coil of rope, and a tube of lube. It was clear she wanted to do some very kinky things with me restrained, and I had zero complaints about that.

Yet what easily caught my attention the most was the cage and the full body mirror inside a cage, right beneath a ceiling window, but I didn’t let that distract me.

“I’ll be a good stallion, promise.” I laughed as I held my arms out to her, ready for whatever the night would bring.

“Good, then hold still and do exactly what I say,” she replied tersely as she grabbed the blindfold and rope from the top of the crate and walked up behind me. Her hands roughly grasped my forearms and pulled them upwards as she bound them together with the rope. A slight tug and a look up confirmed that she had me trapped on a metal hook jutting out of a beam above my head.

My vision was then swiftly restricted as she tied the red cloth tight around my eyes. I was completely at her mercy, unable to see or move from my position. Her hands traced down the middle of my torso and wrapped around the base of my shaft tightly. My nostrils flared as a powerful tremor ran up my spine, my shaft flexing and drooling arousal as her hot breath graced my sensitive head. Instinctively I bucked my hips, driving my shaft past her lips slightly as pleasure raced up my back.

“Mmph, you’re ready aren’t you?” She mumbled through a mouthful of dick, taking me further into her mouth as she set both her hands on my thighs. Where her hands touched I felt strangely more warm and powerful than normal, like the feeling I’d get after a good workout.

Her hands, her strong hands continued to glide over my legs, the same feeling repeating all over my lower half until I was stretching up on the tips of my toes from how good it felt. A soft cracking reached my ears, and I suddenly found myself standing on the tips of my big toes. Unable to move it off the ground without suspending myself fully in the air. That hook must have been connected to some lifting mechanism I hadn’t seen in the barn.

She pulled away just as things were getting good however, leaving my cock throbbing in the cool barn air as she stepped away. I did not have long to lament the lack of sensation, because soon I felt a soft pair of lips glide across the tip of my shaft and Amelia’s hands on my hip and her hot breath on my neck.

“Show me how much of a stallion you are. Show me how much you want to breed me~” she whispered into my ear, pushing my hips forward as she did so.

Whatever I was entering felt divine as I sunk past the plush lips and into its heated depths. A deep and encompassing warmth engulfed my shaft, suffusing through the textured walls gripping my hilted shaft. Adelia’s hands glided over my hips as I weakly rolled them back and forth. Her touch was warm and ticklish across my hips, muscles clenching under her fingers as my skin tingled fiercely.

Unable to suppress the fierce pressure in my shaft any longer, I drew my hips back before slamming them forward once again. A deep and loud moan escaped my lips as the impact spiked a bolt of pure pleasure directly into my back. Before I could fully process the sensation, my body had already thrust me deeply once more. Enslaved utterly by my arousal, I wanted nothing more than to lean forward and wrap my hands around the imaginary woman I was filling with each thrust, to stabilise myself for even faster and more vigorous thrusting. But, the restraints denied me my fantasy, forcing my thrusts to remain below a certain pace lest I knock myself off my own feet.

The slow, sensual, and hard thrusts I was forced to do begin to gradually ramp up in pleasure until they were almost torturous. With each thrust the walls surrounding my shaft grew tighter, almost feeling like they were purposefully squeezing down on me. My breaths and thrusts grew shaky as a deep and familiar pressure began to slowly build within my hips, growing and growing until I felt like I couldn’t breathe.

“Good~” Adelia’s voice whispered in my ear. Her fingers tracing up my abdomen.

All at once, the pressure exploded outwards as I hilted my hips against the toy. My whole body clenched as my shaft throbbed deep within the synthetic walls, pumping out rope after rope of thick seed. Words failed me as I wheezily grunted, weakly thrusting my hips as I struggled to breathe and move amidst the pleasure overwhelming my body.

Eventually, my shaft throbbed less and less as it ran out of fuel and the sensation died down. Leaving only a warm afterglow that made both my head and body feel light. Shakily, I withdrew my hips, breath twitching as my sensitive head caught along the walls on its way out.

Adelia’s voice drawled within my ear once again, the hairs on my neck rose to meet her breath. “Mmhm~ Such a powerful stallion~” Her hands cradled my hips, slowly rising up and over my abdomen, resting on my chest and gently playing with my stiffened nipples. “Now, show me that same enthusiasm~” My arms crashed back down as gravity suddenly pulled on them once again. The bandana likewise tumbled from my face.

I gasped as I saw the scene before me. Before me stood a phantom mare, its equine entrance dripping with a copious mixture of lube and cum. That was not what caught my attention the most however. Looking down at my body, I appeared to be turning into a horse.

From the waist down, I looked more horse than man. My skin was cloaked in dark hair, ending in shaggy fetlocks above my hooves. Glancing behind me, I saw that there was indeed a tail hanging from my rear, one that I could move around with a bit of thought and effort. The change demanding my attention the most though was the towering black horsecock jutting from my crotch, dripping with lube and my own seed. Below it, my sack had also changed to look like it belonged hanging beneath a stallion.

It throbbed in the cool air of the barn, desperate for the warmth of the faux horse-pussy it had been hilted in mere moments ago. When the powerful organ flexed I nearly drove my hips back in, but was stopped by the snort of a horse by my ear.

Before I could turn around. A large chestnut-coated mare trotted past me, hot breath washing past my face as she passed. She strode in front of me, casting a glance behind her that looked almost sensuous as she flicked her tail. Flashing her winking slit, dripping with arousal for me.

My nose twitched in the air as the most wonderful and arousing scent I have ever experienced forced the rest of my thoughts from my brain. It was hard to do anything else than imagine myself plunging my new equine anatomy into her depths.

“Don’t you want to be my stallion?” Adelia’s words echoed in my head.

My human conscience fought against my urges with every shaky step I took towards the mare. Growing quieter and quieter as the blood thrumming in my ears became a droning roar. By the time I came up to the mare, and set my hands on her flanks. It was too late for me to turn back.

Guiding my shaft with my hand, I slowly pushed my hips forward until the tip of my shaft pressed against her plump lips. Warmth enveloped the head of my horsecock, her clit winking against my shaft. Unable to resist my urges any longer, I pushed my hips forward. A deep and uncontrolled moan escaped through my bitten lips as I bottomed out within her, my stallionhood resting flat against her throbbing button.

Maybe… Maybe being a horse wouldn’t be so bad. I thought as I drew my hips back, each little twitch and movement from her walls arced a jolt of pleasure into my crotch. My shaft emerged slowly, inch by inch, until my flared head pulled against the lips of her slit before being thrust back in one fluid stroke.

A deep pressure built within my lower back and hips, before relenting as I was suddenly forced to hunch over the top of the mare I was hilted in. I hesitated, trying to stand back up only to find that my back wouldn’t bend that way anymore. Did I really want to be a horse? Could my transformation even be reversed? Would I spend the rest of my life as some scientific freak in a lab if I stopped now?

The mare clenched around me, her supple walls drawing me in and eroding away my doubts. A loud popping noise in my shoulders followed, and I found I could not lift my arm in a way to dismount myself if I tried. It seemed I had no more choice in the matter, and that I might as well enjoy my entry into stallionhood.

As I began to fuck her earnestly, snorting and grunting in pleasure like a beast. More pressure built in my crotch, pressure that spread up my spine and throughout my body. I could feel my chest and abdomen swelling outwards, giving me the proper physique of a stallion. My new equine heart thrummed, blood roared in my ears as hormone-laden blood raced to my nethers.

My fingers began to stiffen, my grasp on the mare weakened as my digits fused inwards. The middle finger bulged out and became as thick as my wrist, the nail at the end growing dark as it extended outwards into a black hoof. A dull pressure was felt in each limb as they lengthened and bulked up to match my hindlegs.

“F-feels so… damn good!” I snorted in a voice far deeper and bestial than normal. “I’m just… just a stallion. Breeding a mare-ghk!” My train of thought was interrupted by a sudden crack in my shoulders repositioning my neck. I would never again walk on anything but four legs.

The mare beneath me could no longer contain her pleasure. She whinnied loudly, her body squirming as her walls clenched around me spasmodically, squeezing and drawing my girth inwards each time I tried to pull out. I barely noticed the itchy sensation of black fur sprouting over every inch of my body. The only thing that mattered to me, was finally blowing my seed into the fertile womb I kissed with each earth-shattering thrust.

“Yes! Maaaeeeeeighk me-e-e-e-gh a stallion! I’m nooooot a ma-a-a-ghn! N-not going ba-!” Words failed me as my neck thickened and expanded into a proper equine form, human language trailing off into nothing more than the loud neighs of a horny stallion. The pressure in my loins had built up to critical mass, I could feel my pendulous stallionhood clenching, ready to go at a moment's notice.

Yet, relief never came as I twitched and throbbed violently within the mare’s depths. My thoughts grew wild and desperate as all I could focus on was the sensation between my hindlegs. Then, I felt it, the sensation of my bones lengthening in my head. Yes! Finish it! Make me a goddamn stallion already and let me cum! Please! I begged, unable to do little more than think the words and snort rapidly in frustration.

As if answered by some benevolent god, the last of my humanity mercifully began to fade away. My jaw began to lengthen, nose fusing with it to form a proper muzzle. I ran a lengthening and changing tongue through my mouth, feeling my canines shrink and my teeth adjust for a diet of grass. The sounds around me grew sharper and clearer as my ears migrated up to the top of my head, lengthening and swivelling about as formerly vestigial muscles swelled to relevance.

Pressure built in my skull as the last of my changes began, my head sloping and reshaping to match that of a horse’s. It was shrinking, my brain was shrinking, and yet I felt no apprehension as thinking became gradually more laborious. All I cared about was the sensation in my loins, the sudden surge of euphoria in my crotch as my body exploded into action.

A loud, near ear-piercing whinny escaped my barreled chest as I slammed my shaft in as far as I could cram it. Each nerve screamed in bliss as I deposited rope after rope of thick equine seed deep into her womb. Her walls convulsed with each pump, milking me until my throbbing ceased and my shaft grew limp.

Breathing heavily, I slowly stepped backwards until my front hooves fell onto the floor of the barn. My shaft flopped out as I drew back, dribbling a white-tinted fluid as it slowly retreated into my sheath. Without the overwhelming arousal clouding my mind, my thoughts turned to my new equine body as I turned away from the mare.

Pacing around the barn, it felt strangely right to be walking on all four of my legs. I felt powerful, strong, and virile. And most strangely of all, it all felt right, there was no disconnect between me and my new body. Lifting my front leg, I could not fathom what my old hands used to be like before my change. It was as if I had these hooves for all my life.

The soft creek of wood beside me startled me, only for my panicked snort to be cut short by a soft hand gliding along my flank. Adelia strode beside me, naked and with her abs soaked with sweat as a stream of white slowly oozed down her legs. She smelled deeply of the mare as she rubbed her fingers through the fur of my neck, pulling my head down to her level as she stroked my head.

Beautiful.

Powerful.

My curse.

“A Friesian stallion indeed...”

She whispered to my ear…and I snorted…

The night ends.

Time passes.

The pasture was thick with dark green orchard grass and white clover. Each bite filled my mouth with the familiar cool, sweet, and grassy taste. I munched through the field, until the wind brought the sweet and spicy scent of a mare to my nose.

It has been three years since I thrust my horsecock into Adelia and traded away my humanity permanently in exchange for emptying my balls in her equine womb. Not a single part of me regrets that day. If I were to ever miraculously become human again, I would beg her to change me back.

Being bipedal, having hands, talking. It all seems so incredibly foreign to me now. I was always a stallion placed in the body of a man by some twist of fate and Adelia helped me see that clearly. No man would enjoy feeling his body change to that of a beast as he fucked a breeding toy, nor would he go feral over the scent and sight of a mare.

Adelia still visits me from time to time, even after I was sold from the Colpot ranch, mostly as a mare, and typically only to spread her legs and enjoy my attention. Sometimes, when she seems less tense and frustrated, she comes to me as a naked woman, I know now that both are the witch. She sets her hands on my head, fondles my mane and talks in a language I no longer care to understand.

There are other horses here like me, stallions, and many mares I’ve known intimately. Donkeys and ponies too, of which I'm familiar with the females too. Some join the herd after me, most were transformed long before I embraced the truth, and they are horses entirely, not a trace or memory of humanity left.

Soon I’ll be like them, nothing but a stallion.

The thought excites me as my shaft drops down from its sheath, engorging with blood. I can see a mare drawing closer to me, her black mane shining in the midday sun, and smelling deeply of arousal. My nose flares, and my lip curls as my instincts take control. She shows her backside to me, her lifted tail leaving her winking slit bare to the air.

Before I know it I am already behind the mare, lapping at her slit with my tongue. Pheromones flood my senses, and I become a total slave to my arousal as I rear up and mount her.

Truly.

I am a stallion… and don’t want it any other way…

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