TAGS: horse transformation story artificial mare vagina semen collection Something was wrong. Diz couldn't quite remember how he'd come to be here... wherever here was. He had vague flashes of being outside, walking down a country lane. He remembered passing a farmyard. Seeing a brick-built cottage and several wooden outbuildings, surrounded by fields full of sheep and a few horses. Had he turned away from his normal stroll along the road? Had he actually stepped onto the dirt track which led to the farm, and begun to proceed towards it? If so, was that where he was now. This wasn't his home, after all. This... this building. These devices. The object to which he was bound. The human male's pale cheeks flushed red, a shocking surge of colour against his light skin and dark hair. He grunted, and felt his hips jerk. Instinctively his fingers clenched, and his hands jerked upward. They couldn't move though. Like his ankles, his wrists were bound t
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Something was wrong. Diz couldn't quite remember how he'd come to be here... wherever here was. He had vague flashes of being outside, walking down a country lane. He remembered passing a farmyard. Seeing a brick-built cottage and several wooden outbuildings, surrounded by fields full of sheep and a few horses. Had he turned away from his normal stroll along the road? Had he actually stepped onto the dirt track which led to the farm, and begun to proceed towards it? If so, was that where he was now. This wasn't his home, after all. This... this building. These devices. The object to which he was bound.
The human male's pale cheeks flushed red, a shocking surge of colour against his light skin and dark hair. He grunted, and felt his hips jerk. Instinctively his fingers clenched, and his hands jerked upward. They couldn't move though. Like his ankles, his wrists were bound to whatever device he was attached. But... not to restrain him. Not to deny him freedom. Somehow Diz knew that this wasn't the purpose of these bonds. They were here to help him. To aid him. To ensure he remained perfectly aligned and in place until he had completed his task.
Except... what was his task? Why was he here, and what was he supposed to be doing?
A soft moan escaped the male's lips as he thrust forward again, burying his exposed, erect cock into the tight but lubricated depths of this structure to which he was inescapably affixed. He thrust again, and again. His head tilted back, and he cried out louder; a piercing, almost whinnying cry of delight. Diz still didn't know what had brought him here, or for what purpose. It was hard to complain though, hard to form any rational thought, negative or otherwise, when you were so horny. So eager to fuck. To cum. To breed.
"O-oh. Oh please... please..."
Diz didn't know what he was pleading for as with each buck of his hips he heard himself grunting in desperation. Did he want his freedom, or was the release he was so desperately seeking a more primal, visceral form?
The more he thrust, the more rapidly and regularly he felt his mind being flooded by these animalistic urges. A feeling unlike any human emotion or sense that Diz had known in all his years, alongside which there came a tingling. An almost electrical charge; fizzing and sparking not only within his crotch, but through every cell and pore of his body. A feeling that built with every wave of arousal to strike him, and discharged as his cock lunged forward and buried itself deep in the vaulting-horse like structure to which he was bound.
When the changes began, they did so without any warning beyond that same tingling feeling and a sudden surge of renewed, ever more intense physical pleasure. Diz's eyes bulged and a breathless, ragged snort of pleasure tore itself from deep in his throat as he felt his cock swell. It wasn't merely the kind of intense throbbing that made him feel like his shaft was continuing to stiffen and swell, but a swift tightening of the slick but firm material squeezing down on his cock from all angles. It seemed to adjust rather rapidly to his new size, and after just a few moments of shock Diz found himself helplessly, giddily thrusting once more. He couldn't deny the change though. He could feel it. His shaft was thicker. Longer. Bigger than before.
Louder and ever more wild, Diz's gasps and groans filled the room. He felt his ears twitching atop his head as the sounds of his own pleasure bounced back at him, and...
...and...
Wait.
His ears, twitching atop his head?!
Had his hands not been bound to the device before him, and had his body not been so utterly fixated on breeding the painfully pleasant facsimile of a pussy into which his cock was currently plunging itself, he might have panicked in that moment. He might have completely freaked out upon realising that no longer were his ears plastered to the sides of his head, but sticking up above it; tufted and twitching with every echoing grunt of pleasure he let loose into the hot, thickly sex scented air.
The changes continued. Thrust by thrust, Diz could feel his cock growing. He whinnied and bellowed in helpless ecstasy as with each stroke of his shaft by the glorious vice-grip of fake female around him, his body began to so easily and willingly abandon all that it was as a human. A sensation like delicate fingertips being drawn up Diz's spine made the male shudder in rapturous excitement as he felt coarse, grey and white hair sprouting over the length of his figure. His already unmistakably equine snorts and whinnies grew ever more convincing as his mouth burst forward, expanding into a long, proudly tossing snout.
Only then, as the changes to his body began to spread faster than his pleasure-addled mind could possibly count, did Diz finally realise what he was doing. What he was physically doing. He knew the purpose of this device to which he was strapped. It wasn't just some sort of bondage contraption. It was a piece of farmyard apparatus. A key piece of breeding gear for any farmer or race-horse owner who wished to perform that most lucrative of business opportunities. A stud service.
It was a collector.
A makeshift masturbator. A motionless mare stand-in, in which a stallion could deposit his most valuable contribution.
"B-but..."
What Diz wanted to say, what he was trying to say, was that he wasn't a stallion. He was a man. A person. A human. However much he wanted to say that though, however much he wanted that life, it filled him with shameful horror to realise that there was something he seemed to want even more. Something more important than any portion of the life which was fading from his mind with every equine-like feature to spread itself across his body.
He wanted to cum.
He wanted to breed.
In his mind's eye, no longer was Diz simply fucking some machine. With his eyes closed, eyelids fluttering slightly every now and then but exposing only the rolled back whites, he imagined a mare. A snorting, whickering, heat-stricken mare desperate for his seed. He may have been a human before... maybe she had too. But that didn't matter any longer. The only thing either one of them craved was the other's satisfaction. For the stallion to fill the mare with his seed, and for the mare's fertile womb to accept his gift, and swell with new life.
Hunched over the breeding stand, no longer fighting against his restraints, both hands wrapped tightly around the raised neck of the dummy mare's vague outline, Diz felt his feet stiffening. His toes melted away, hardening into a solid mass which he soon found himself stamping firmly against the floor with each impassioned snort of desire. His cock, now easily twice as thick as it had ever been and just as comparably long, slammed forcefully into the fake pussy doing such a good job of manipulating his will, and Diz felt the individual strands of his now present tail's thick hair whipping at the backs of his own legs.
Every primal instinct and sentient thought which he possessed was telling him to cum. Both human and horse wanted it. Needed it. He had to fill this mare. Breed this inanimate goddess who had so swiftly shown him the true meaning of pleasure and desire.
Finally, at last, the moment came which Diz had been craving beyond all else. The fantastical electricity surging through him began to abate, and Diz realised that the changes were over. Without breaking from his frantic fucking for a single instant, the anthro stallion felt himself. He took in and became aware of who he was, what he was, and how incredible his new body felt in all its glory. He was a powerful, wild beast of a stallion. Every inch of him, from his thick, black flowing mane to his hefty balls, screamed masculinity and dominance. There wasn't a mare around who could resist him.
He'd breed them.
He'd breed them all.
Diz whinnied feverishly, his fingers digging into the leathery hide of the device to which he was strapped as he consciously threw every last scrap of his energy into his fucking. He pounded at the fake pussy now stretched to its limits by his vast, flared cock. He snorted and grunted as it slurped loudly with a mixture of the lubricant coating its innards and his own free-flowing pre-cum, already dripping out in a combined river onto the firm stone floor below. Again and again his mind was filled with images of his triumph. Of mares screaming and snorting and shuddering beneath his weight as he pumped them full of his seed. This was his only goal. It was his reason for being.
And this... this was just a test. A trial run.
All he had to do was prove himself this once, and a lifetime of bliss would surely await him.
With a strangled, frantic neigh, Diz's whole body seized up. For one anguished second he was utterly paralysed, every muscle locked and only his cock straining freely within the tight confines wrapped around it. Then his muscles relaxed, and with a snort of rapturous relief Diz collapsed forward, flinging all his weight down upon the makeshift mare as he finally, joyously began to cum. Hot ribbons of his seed flooded through his cock and into the depths of the device, collecting and storing away his cum for goodness only knew what purpose. Diz was all too happy to donate every last drop though, and whinnied, wailed, bellowed in bliss as wave after wave of pleasure tore through him, and spurt after spurt of thick cum gushed from the stallion's rampant cock.
How long he spent cumming, Diz didn't know. He recalled feeling the heat of his own cum against the tip of his cock, as though there was no more room for it elsewhere. He remembered feeling thick, sticky wetness oozing all around his shaft unlike the lubrication which had been there prior, and warm droplets rolling their way down his aching balls as it leaked out from the tight seal of his cock and the stand-in pussy into which he was letting loose. After that though, all Diz recalled was fatigue.
Collapsing, resting his full weight upon the device into which he was still mindlessly, instinctively thrusting, Diz felt consciousness slipping away from him.
***************
When Diz awoke once more, the first thing he felt was something wet against his face. He pushed himself away from the ground with a soft groan, and glanced down to see glistening, dewy grass flattened where his head had been resting.
Rising to his feet, shaky but stable upon his solid hooves, the stallion glanced around the field in which he stood. Lush grass rippled in a gentle breeze, and the morning sun bathed his bare body. His cock, thickened but not entirely erect, twitched under the encouraging warmth of the sun. Diz wasn't embarrassed by his nakedness though, not even when he saw other figures approaching him. A group of three anthro horses, almost as big as himself. They were whispering to one another. Giggling. Blushing as they shyly grew closer.
Finally, one of the three mares, their own bodies devoid of clothing and this particular one bearing the most gorgeous curves and an ample bosom, addressed Diz.
"H-hi...."
She sounded so nervous. Happy, but nervous.
"...a-are you our new stud?"
Before Diz could answer, the other two mares were approaching him. Touching him on the arm. The chest. Their spokesperson however took a more direct route, and reached out a hand to grasp the stallion's rapidly stiffening cock.
"Please be our new stud. We need you. All of us..."
With her free hand, the mare gestured beyond their little circle. Diz glanced around, over his own shoulders and beyond the trio of beautiful ladies surrounding him. His eyes bulged, and a soft whinny slipped through his lips as he saw other figures dotted around the large field. Some alone, some clustered in groups. Some talking. Some embracing. Some lying upon the grass, engaged in far more intimate activities with other mares.
He heard the lead mare's voice whispering in his ear as she began to stroke his cock, and felt a deep fluttering within his heart. The kind of feeling which he might once have called love, but now felt more like... like proud, joyous duty.
"We've been waiting for a stud to breed us all for weeks now. Please, tell us you'll do it. T-tell us you won't stop until each and every one of us can feel our bellies swelling..."
Cheeks flushed and eyes wide, Diz said nothing.
He simply took that first mare into his arms, looked her deep in the eyes, and began to do what a stud stallion like him was born to do.
Something was wrong. Diz couldn't quite remember how he'd come to be here... wherever here was. He had vague flashes of being outside, walking down a country lane. He remembered passing a farmyard. Seeing a brick-built cottage and several wooden outbuildings, surrounded by fields full of sheep and a few horses. Had he turned away from his normal stroll along the road? Had he actually stepped onto the dirt track which led to the farm, and begun to proceed towards it? If so, was that where he was now. This wasn't his home, after all. This... this building. These devices. The object to which he was bound.
The human male's pale cheeks flushed red, a shocking surge of colour against his light skin and dark hair. He grunted, and felt his hips jerk. Instinctively his fingers clenched, and his hands jerked upward. They couldn't move though. Like his ankles, his wrists were bound to whatever device he was attached. But... not to restrain him. Not to deny him freedom. Somehow Diz knew that this wasn't the purpose of these bonds. They were here to help him. To aid him. To ensure he remained perfectly aligned and in place until he had completed his task.
Except... what was his task? Why was he here, and what was he supposed to be doing?
A soft moan escaped the male's lips as he thrust forward again, burying his exposed, erect cock into the tight but lubricated depths of this structure to which he was inescapably affixed. He thrust again, and again. His head tilted back, and he cried out louder; a piercing, almost whinnying cry of delight. Diz still didn't know what had brought him here, or for what purpose. It was hard to complain though, hard to form any rational thought, negative or otherwise, when you were so horny. So eager to fuck. To cum. To breed.
"O-oh. Oh please... please..."
Diz didn't know what he was pleading for as with each buck of his hips he heard himself grunting in desperation. Did he want his freedom, or was the release he was so desperately seeking a more primal, visceral form?
The more he thrust, the more rapidly and regularly he felt his mind being flooded by these animalistic urges. A feeling unlike any human emotion or sense that Diz had known in all his years, alongside which there came a tingling. An almost electrical charge; fizzing and sparking not only within his crotch, but through every cell and pore of his body. A feeling that built with every wave of arousal to strike him, and discharged as his cock lunged forward and buried itself deep in the vaulting-horse like structure to which he was bound.
When the changes began, they did so without any warning beyond that same tingling feeling and a sudden surge of renewed, ever more intense physical pleasure. Diz's eyes bulged and a breathless, ragged snort of pleasure tore itself from deep in his throat as he felt his cock swell. It wasn't merely the kind of intense throbbing that made him feel like his shaft was continuing to stiffen and swell, but a swift tightening of the slick but firm material squeezing down on his cock from all angles. It seemed to adjust rather rapidly to his new size, and after just a few moments of shock Diz found himself helplessly, giddily thrusting once more. He couldn't deny the change though. He could feel it. His shaft was thicker. Longer. Bigger than before.
Louder and ever more wild, Diz's gasps and groans filled the room. He felt his ears twitching atop his head as the sounds of his own pleasure bounced back at him, and...
...and...
Wait.
His ears, twitching atop his head?!
Had his hands not been bound to the device before him, and had his body not been so utterly fixated on breeding the painfully pleasant facsimile of a pussy into which his cock was currently plunging itself, he might have panicked in that moment. He might have completely freaked out upon realising that no longer were his ears plastered to the sides of his head, but sticking up above it; tufted and twitching with every echoing grunt of pleasure he let loose into the hot, thickly sex scented air.
The changes continued. Thrust by thrust, Diz could feel his cock growing. He whinnied and bellowed in helpless ecstasy as with each stroke of his shaft by the glorious vice-grip of fake female around him, his body began to so easily and willingly abandon all that it was as a human. A sensation like delicate fingertips being drawn up Diz's spine made the male shudder in rapturous excitement as he felt coarse, grey and white hair sprouting over the length of his figure. His already unmistakably equine snorts and whinnies grew ever more convincing as his mouth burst forward, expanding into a long, proudly tossing snout.
Only then, as the changes to his body began to spread faster than his pleasure-addled mind could possibly count, did Diz finally realise what he was doing. What he was physically doing. He knew the purpose of this device to which he was strapped. It wasn't just some sort of bondage contraption. It was a piece of farmyard apparatus. A key piece of breeding gear for any farmer or race-horse owner who wished to perform that most lucrative of business opportunities. A stud service.
It was a collector.
A makeshift masturbator. A motionless mare stand-in, in which a stallion could deposit his most valuable contribution.
"B-but..."
What Diz wanted to say, what he was trying to say, was that he wasn't a stallion. He was a man. A person. A human. However much he wanted to say that though, however much he wanted that life, it filled him with shameful horror to realise that there was something he seemed to want even more. Something more important than any portion of the life which was fading from his mind with every equine-like feature to spread itself across his body.
He wanted to cum.
He wanted to breed.
In his mind's eye, no longer was Diz simply fucking some machine. With his eyes closed, eyelids fluttering slightly every now and then but exposing only the rolled back whites, he imagined a mare. A snorting, whickering, heat-stricken mare desperate for his seed. He may have been a human before... maybe she had too. But that didn't matter any longer. The only thing either one of them craved was the other's satisfaction. For the stallion to fill the mare with his seed, and for the mare's fertile womb to accept his gift, and swell with new life.
Hunched over the breeding stand, no longer fighting against his restraints, both hands wrapped tightly around the raised neck of the dummy mare's vague outline, Diz felt his feet stiffening. His toes melted away, hardening into a solid mass which he soon found himself stamping firmly against the floor with each impassioned snort of desire. His cock, now easily twice as thick as it had ever been and just as comparably long, slammed forcefully into the fake pussy doing such a good job of manipulating his will, and Diz felt the individual strands of his now present tail's thick hair whipping at the backs of his own legs.
Every primal instinct and sentient thought which he possessed was telling him to cum. Both human and horse wanted it. Needed it. He had to fill this mare. Breed this inanimate goddess who had so swiftly shown him the true meaning of pleasure and desire.
Finally, at last, the moment came which Diz had been craving beyond all else. The fantastical electricity surging through him began to abate, and Diz realised that the changes were over. Without breaking from his frantic fucking for a single instant, the anthro stallion felt himself. He took in and became aware of who he was, what he was, and how incredible his new body felt in all its glory. He was a powerful, wild beast of a stallion. Every inch of him, from his thick, black flowing mane to his hefty balls, screamed masculinity and dominance. There wasn't a mare around who could resist him.
He'd breed them.
He'd breed them all.
Diz whinnied feverishly, his fingers digging into the leathery hide of the device to which he was strapped as he consciously threw every last scrap of his energy into his fucking. He pounded at the fake pussy now stretched to its limits by his vast, flared cock. He snorted and grunted as it slurped loudly with a mixture of the lubricant coating its innards and his own free-flowing pre-cum, already dripping out in a combined river onto the firm stone floor below. Again and again his mind was filled with images of his triumph. Of mares screaming and snorting and shuddering beneath his weight as he pumped them full of his seed. This was his only goal. It was his reason for being.
And this... this was just a test. A trial run.
All he had to do was prove himself this once, and a lifetime of bliss would surely await him.
With a strangled, frantic neigh, Diz's whole body seized up. For one anguished second he was utterly paralysed, every muscle locked and only his cock straining freely within the tight confines wrapped around it. Then his muscles relaxed, and with a snort of rapturous relief Diz collapsed forward, flinging all his weight down upon the makeshift mare as he finally, joyously began to cum. Hot ribbons of his seed flooded through his cock and into the depths of the device, collecting and storing away his cum for goodness only knew what purpose. Diz was all too happy to donate every last drop though, and whinnied, wailed, bellowed in bliss as wave after wave of pleasure tore through him, and spurt after spurt of thick cum gushed from the stallion's rampant cock.
How long he spent cumming, Diz didn't know. He recalled feeling the heat of his own cum against the tip of his cock, as though there was no more room for it elsewhere. He remembered feeling thick, sticky wetness oozing all around his shaft unlike the lubrication which had been there prior, and warm droplets rolling their way down his aching balls as it leaked out from the tight seal of his cock and the stand-in pussy into which he was letting loose. After that though, all Diz recalled was fatigue.
Collapsing, resting his full weight upon the device into which he was still mindlessly, instinctively thrusting, Diz felt consciousness slipping away from him.
***************
When Diz awoke once more, the first thing he felt was something wet against his face. He pushed himself away from the ground with a soft groan, and glanced down to see glistening, dewy grass flattened where his head had been resting.
Rising to his feet, shaky but stable upon his solid hooves, the stallion glanced around the field in which he stood. Lush grass rippled in a gentle breeze, and the morning sun bathed his bare body. His cock, thickened but not entirely erect, twitched under the encouraging warmth of the sun. Diz wasn't embarrassed by his nakedness though, not even when he saw other figures approaching him. A group of three anthro horses, almost as big as himself. They were whispering to one another. Giggling. Blushing as they shyly grew closer.
Finally, one of the three mares, their own bodies devoid of clothing and this particular one bearing the most gorgeous curves and an ample bosom, addressed Diz.
"H-hi...."
She sounded so nervous. Happy, but nervous.
"...a-are you our new stud?"
Before Diz could answer, the other two mares were approaching him. Touching him on the arm. The chest. Their spokesperson however took a more direct route, and reached out a hand to grasp the stallion's rapidly stiffening cock.
"Please be our new stud. We need you. All of us..."
With her free hand, the mare gestured beyond their little circle. Diz glanced around, over his own shoulders and beyond the trio of beautiful ladies surrounding him. His eyes bulged, and a soft whinny slipped through his lips as he saw other figures dotted around the large field. Some alone, some clustered in groups. Some talking. Some embracing. Some lying upon the grass, engaged in far more intimate activities with other mares.
He heard the lead mare's voice whispering in his ear as she began to stroke his cock, and felt a deep fluttering within his heart. The kind of feeling which he might once have called love, but now felt more like... like proud, joyous duty.
"We've been waiting for a stud to breed us all for weeks now. Please, tell us you'll do it. T-tell us you won't stop until each and every one of us can feel our bellies swelling..."
Cheeks flushed and eyes wide, Diz said nothing.
He simply took that first mare into his arms, looked her deep in the eyes, and began to do what a stud stallion like him was born to do.
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