Story

I went to the barn on campus because I knew Sarah would be practicing. She rode every day after classes. She was beautiful. Long brown hair, big blue eyes, a smile that just melted my heart. We had several classes together over the last few semesters and I had helped her with her assignments a few times, as part of a study group. She knew my name, but we weren’t friends, acquaintances I guess. We could have been strangers for all that got me.

I never could work up the courage to ask her out on a date. Every once in awhile when I didn’t have much class work to do I would head over to the stables to watch her practice. I don’t know if she ever noticed me. If she did she gave no indication of it. I sat on the bleachers by the side of the ring and watched her practice. I was on the end of the bleachers just a few rows up, part of me wanted her to notice me, part of me was scared she would. There were a few other people scattered across the bleachers so I didn’t stand out too much. Several other horse and rider pairs circled the ring at various gates, a few crossed the low jumps scattered through the middle of the ring.

I used to ride myself, when I was younger. That was before my parents split up and my life got turned upside down, but that’s a different story. I could have joined the riding team for the college, but I never really got back into it. I just didn’t have that much interest, but here I was watching her ride. I rode english hunt seat, just as she did. I knew my way around a horse, and I knew what to look for watching her practice. She posted around the curve of the ring in perfect time with her mount. Heels down, back straight, but not rigid. Her commands were subtle so it appeared that her horse, Charlie, just knew what she wanted. Not really her horse, Charlie belonged to the school. He was a fine beast, but lacking in grace. Really he had been doing much better since she started training him, but she could have been really great if she had a better horse. Her own that wouldn’t get confused with the different ways of other riders she had to share with.

On one level I admired her equestrian skills, but on a whole other level I lusted for her body. Her long legs were clad in tight leather boots up to her knees, and tighter still breeches covered her long strong thighs. I could see the muscles working as she posted along. Her moved up and down with each beat of the horses hooves, her ass was amazing firm and muscular, with a touch of softness, a pop. The breeches left little to the imagination. For shows she would dress up in the formal jacket and velvet helmet, which really weren’t that flattering, but today was just practice and she wore skin tight t-shirt. Her narrow waist and ample bosom showed clearly. Her breasts bounced and swayed with rise and fall of her body.

“Man, I wish she would ride me like that” I said under my breath.

“You should be careful how you use that word ‘wish’”. I heard a voice say from behind me. I turned my head and there standing next to the end of the bleachers was a girl dressed in dark clothing. She looked familiar, I wanted to say that I had seen her around campus, but I couldn’t quite place her.

“Um, Hi?” I replied sheepishly. “I didn’t realize you were there.”

“I’ve seen you here a bunch of times watching Sarah ride, but you never talk to her.” she said. “I’m Melissa by the way. Sarah’s friend.”

“I’m Mike.” I said quietly. How was I supposed to respond to that, she probably thought I was a creepy stalker.

“I know.” She replied curtly.

“Oh. Yeah, Sarah and I have some classes together. We’ve actually worked on projects together. I thought she was really pretty awesome, but I don’t know what to say to her. I just don’t feel like I have anything to offer her.” I rambled on, hoping I didn’t sound like a creeper.

“Offer her? What like a dowery? She could really use a horse.” Melissa said.

“No, not like a dowery. I just meant.. I mean she’s really beautiful and smart and hard working.... and I? I’m just me. I got nothing, I’m not good looking, I’m shy... I just... I wish I could give her a horse...” I stumbled over my words.

“There you go using that word again.” she said with a smirk. “Take a walk with me. You seem like a good guy, I think I can help you out. You and Sarah both.”

“What? How?” I asked, as I got off the bleecher and started walking with her, before I even knew what was going on.

“You’ll see.” she said as we walked along.

We walked back to the stables without saying much else. We entered the long building. There were many more stalls than horses, the equestrian program used to be a lot bigger, but as the school faced budget cuts, and riding became a less popular sport over the years the herd shrank some. She led me to one of the last stalls in the back of the barn. They kept new horses here sometimes until they could be integrated with the others. It was eerily quiet in there. I knew people were around at this hour, but I didn’t see anyone. Even the horses seemed more quiet than usual, not even a nicker. We arrived at the last stall on the left, I saw that there was fresh bedding and hay but it didn’t look like a horse had been in there in some time.

“You really wish you could give Sarah a horse?” she asked. “I’ve known Sarah for most of my life and I would do pretty much anything for her. She really is pretty great.”

“Yes. I do, but I don’t have that kind of money. I mean it would certainly get her to notice me, you know break the ice and all.”

“Here, check it out.” she said gesturing toward the stall.

“What?” I replied, looking through the bars. “Looks pretty empty to me.”

“Go inside and look.” she urged.

“What are you talking about?” I walked into the stall feeling stupid for appeasing her. “Looks like a pretty normal stall to me.” I stood in the middle with my arms out to my side, palms up giving her ‘What?’ shrug.

“It’s not empty now.” she said slamming the door shut.

“What are you doing? Quit screwing around. Are you just messing with me for your own amusement?” I said.

“Not just for my own amusement.” she said. “I really would do pretty much anything for that girl.” she produced a padlock and clicked it shut through the latch on the door. “But I think this could be pretty amusing in it’s own way.”

“Hey! What the fuck? This isn’t funny any more. Let me out!” A million thoughts raced through my head. Was she going to go get Sarah and come back and laugh at me or something. I looked at the stall more closely now. It was solid wood up to about chest level, from there up another 5’ were thick bars. Then above that it was boxed in with chain link fencing that reached the ceiling. There was a dutch door in the back of the stall but that was shut tight with the latches on the outside. A small window too, but that had bars in it as well. I was pretty well trapped. I reached through the bars to try and grab her and get her to let me out, but she skipped back out of reach and I grasped at nothing but air.

She pulled an old leather bound book from her bag and gave me a positively devilish grin. I continued to swear at her and tell her to let me out, but my pleas fell on deaf ears. She opened the book to a page she had book marked and started reading aloud. I stopped yelling long enough to listen to what she was actually saying but it sounded like a foreign language, maybe latin, but I couldn’t be sure. As she read she extended her free arm toward me palm forward, like she was telling someone to halt. I stood there dumbfounded at the weirdness of the situation. Suddenly a beam of angry red light shot from her palm and hit me square in the chest, and everything went black.

I woke up. I was laying flat on my back in a pile of wood shavings. My whole body ached. Where the hell am I? I wondered to myself. I leaned up on my elbows and looked around, I was in that stall still. I registered a slight chill and realized that I was naked. I could see stars through the tiny window, it was dark now. I guess I had been out for a while. What the hell happened? That beam of light couldn’t have been real. Did she drug me? I got up and walked to the door. I slipped my arms through the bars to try the latch and found the padlock still in place. I looked around as best I could. I couldn’t decided if I wanted to call for help and attract attention to my naked self. How could I explain what I was doing here?

I was just about to yell when I saw Melissa approaching.

“Give me back my clothes!” I hissed at her. “Let me out of here. What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“Clothes? You won’t be needing those anymore.” she said. “You were unconscious a little longer than I expected, but it should begin very soon.”

“Begin?! Are you insane? What are..” I began to say, but then there was a strange sensation deep in my gut. It didn’t hurt exactly. There was a bit of an ache like the day after you worked out too hard, but in sort of a good way. The feeling spread from depths of my stomach down to my ass, legs and lower back. My flesh was crawling. I let out a grunt, as I felt the odd sensation spread.

“Begin indeed.” she said smiling. “Right on time.” She rested her elbows on the door, rested her chin on her hands and looked in between the bars like she was about to watch a play.

I wanted to punch her right in the mouth. I could have, with her head so close to the bars like that, but I was too distracted with the other things going on to act on the passing thought. I clenched my hands on my stomach and looked down practically expecting to see my skin rippling beneath my fingers. It wasn’t, but my stomach did seem bigger. My thighs did too for that matter. They seemed a little longer too, somehow.

“Did you drug me?” I managed to ask between clenched teeth. “Am I tripping right now?”

“Oh no. Nothing like that. You’re not going to wake up from this dream, Mike.” she replied with a giggle.

I clenched my fists and actually took a step toward her before the next wave of sensations stopped me. I let out a deep moan as the feeling spread through me. It seemed to concentrate on my lower back for the time being. I tried to crane my neck around to see what was going on back there my ass appeared to be expanding, not fat from what I could tell, just more muscle and flesh. I ran a hand down my spine. It should have stopped when I reached my butt, but it kept going. There sticking out of my flesh where my tailbone should have been was an actual tail. I grabbed ahold of the new appendage and could feel it growing in my hand. In a few moments it was a foot long. It seemed to have a mind of its own, moving back and forth in my hand. I concentrated on it and found that if I focused I could control it directly. It was a like there was a new part of my brain that had just woken up, a control center for a new part of my body. I couldn’t move it as well as I could my arms, but I could definitely move it.

As I watched, barely able to see over my shoulder, coarse black hair sprouted on the tip of the tail and started to grow, right beneath my clenched hand. The new hair growth moved up the entire length of my tail and the long thick hair reached the floor of the stall just a few moments later. I let go moving my hand back up to my lower back and somehow gave my new tail a quick twitch which swished the long hair back and forth like a little whip.

“What the hell is going on?” I asked the anger in my voice replaced with fear. I could not wrap my mind around what was happening. It must be some kind of trip.

“Oh, I’ll explain in a little bit. I think you’re going to be far too distracted to listen for little while. You might figure it out on your own.” she said, with that smug grin still on her face.

Dark brown fur sprouted on my back and started to spread down my ass and thighs. My thighs were much larger now. And they seemed to be taking on a different shape. Very thick at the top but narrowing pretty rapidly toward the knee. The changes were making it hard to stand up straight. I couldn’t help but lean forward, it was difficult to keep my balance. I put my hands on the edge of the stall and looked down at my legs. They were half covered with fur and a long black tail hung down between them. A horses tail. I’m becoming a horse! There’s no way this is possible. I thought to myself. All the while my eyes fed me evidence to the contrary.

Bones in my legs shifted around as I stood there staring. My kneecap faded away, there was a nearly audible popping sound as the joints in my knees reversed themselves. I tentatively picked one leg up and my knee bent toward the back, bringing my foot closer to me as I raised it. Guess I had hocks now rather than knees. I stood there with one foot up and the other down. My calves slendered down and the fur continued down my leg. My heel lifted itself up off the floor so I was standing on the ball of my foot. I watched in horror and fascination as my toes seemed to melt together and the toenails merged and began to swallow what was left of my food. I reached a hand down and grasped the hoof at the end of my leg where my foot was. My hoof was hard and cool to the touch. There was a very slight feeling in it, it wasn’t quite numb. I couldn’t feel my hand holding my raised hoof, but I could feel the weight of my body on the hoof I was standing on. I could tell that the shavings made for a softer floor.

“Please... Make it stop... Do something.” I begged the girl with the shit eating grin. She didn’t even bother to reply. A fleeting thought went through my mind, that was surprised she didn’t bring popcorn.

All the while that I was watching my legs transform, I missed that my stomach and chest had been transforming too. I had a rump, it was huge. From my midsection down I was all horse. I couldn’t see past or around the huge barreled stomach and chest. Then the changes hit my shoulders. The joint started moving around so that my arms had to be straight out in front of me, it was making it difficult to lean against the edge of the stall. I walked my hands down the wall and backed up a little bit. I stood there with the long back legs of a horse and my puny human arms straining to hold me up in the front. My rump was still gaining mass and mostly supported in the back so I could just barely stand there on all fours sloping down to the front. I must have looked silly.

It didn’t take very long for the changes to catch up to my arms. My face was pointed down toward my hands as I stood there awkwardly. My arms quickly lengthened and the bones moved around and repositioned themselves. The heel of my hand became a fetlock joint as my fingers melted together, then my fingernails joined and expanded to cover what was left of my hand. The fur caught up to my hoof just as it finished forming. My arms still continued to lengthen even after they finished reconfiguring. My face seemed to float up away from the floor as they did so. For just a second I was a human head on a fully formed horse’s body. I couldn’t turn it very well. Then I felt my neck lengthening and changing

“Please... “ I said again and for the last time. The last time I said anything. I felt the changes hit my voice box and I let out a pitiful whinnying sound through my still human mouth. The last changes came on quickly. I felt my jaw lengthen as my nose and face pushed out. I moved my tongue around inside my mouth and felt the big square teeth which were quickly covered with thickening lips. My eyes moved around the side of my as my forehead expanded. I felt my ears moving up to the top of my head. I could almost feel the new muscles grow in place and I gained control over where I could point my ears now.

And then it was over. I wanted to speak to her but all that came out was a series of odd sounding knickers, a silly sounding horse who thought he could talk. The changes were over and I stood there dumbly. I craned my extended neck around to try and get a good look at myself. I lifted up my front hoof and gave three loud thumps on the floor. I turned around in a circle inside the stall testing out the new body. I felt strong, very strong, but I was trapped in this stall still. Well I guess that wasn’t really the main issue now. I was trapped in this horse body. Even if I got out of the stall there was nothing I could do. There was no place to go. I literally couldn’t tell anybody about it.

“THAT, was awesome!” Melissa said standing there. I brought my attention back to her standing there. I found I had to turn my head to the side a little to actually look at her. “You look amazing. You’re a full blooded thoroughbred now, in case you hadn’t noticed.”

I whinnied loudly in her face. She backed up a little but she laughed and laughed clearly not concerned at all.

“I can tell you now. You won’t be able to tell anyone. It will be our little secret.” she began. She lowered her voice in a mock whisper. “I’m a witch!” She threw her head back and laughed heartily a little while longer, she was clearly tickled pink with herself. “I must say this is the most drastic thing I have ever tried. You see I have limits to my powers. People have to agree to what I do to them, at least to some degree. As you have probably figured out I can be pretty broad with my interpretations. You wished that you could give Sarah a horse, well first thing tomorrow morning you’re going to fulfill that wish. That wish was still a little ambiguous though, the real clincher came first, when you wished that she would ride you like that. That wish I suspect she will be fulfilling tomorrow too.” I whinnied loudly in response. She giggled again and walked away.

This has got to be some kind of messed up dream or drug trip or something. This is not real. I thought to myself. I turned around in the stall again, not a whole lot else I could do. I looked around the stall, again. There was a bucket of water in one corner. There was another bucket in the next corner with the most amazing smell coming from it. I turned to that corner and stuck my muzzle in the bucket taking in the intoxicating smell. It smelled of sweet molasses. I knew it to be feed grain, but it had never smelled like this before.

I couldn’t help but try it. I couldn’t see into the bucket but the tip of my muzzle was very sensitive. I started munching away at the sweet grains in the bucket, almost went into a little trance as I was eating, it was just so good. Shortly I found my muzzled rubbing the bottom of the bucket. I found that I could move my lip around enough to catch every last bit and direct it into my mouth. It was like a reflex that just came with being transformed into a horse. I guessed that part of the transformation was some instilled knowledge on how to be a horse. I was after all standing and walking around without too much trouble. After finishing the grain I drank some water, and reconsidered the old adage about “You can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make him drink.” I could make this horse drink well enough.

There was some hay in the corner below the feed bucket. I tested it out and began to munch lazily. It was food, but it was nothing like the feed grain. I had no idea what time it was, but as I stood eating the hay I realized that I had pretty much exhausted all the options that I had available to me. I suppose I could have tried to make a racket and attract some attention, but then what? Someone would come find a horse in a stall, nothing uncommon for a stable. I could try and kick down the door, but I was fairly certain I would just end up hurting myself. I was pretty exhausted, apparently transforming into a horse takes a lot out of you. I drifted off to sleep as I stood there munching on hay, and trying to figure out what I could do to get back to normal. With any luck I would wake up and this would all be a crazy dream.

The morning came and I woke with the light. I found that I had pissed and shit in my stall, but I guess that’s the reality of being a horse. Nature happens when it happens. One of the stable hands came and put more grain in my feed bucket, then set about cleaning up the soiled shavings as I ate. I didn’t pay much attention to her, I sort of wanted to apologize that she had to clean up my leavings, but of course I couldn’t. So I just contented myself with eating the delicious grain. She was gone before I finished up.

As I fished the last few bits out of the bucket I became aware of voices talking nearby. It was Melissa and Sarah. Sarah! She was going to see me like this? I was suddenly self conscious, I didn’t know what to do with myself.

“Hey, come here. Over here! I have an apple for you.” I heard Sarah say. I caught a wiff of the apple slices she was holding and came over to her outstretched hand without really thinking about it. That apple was awesome, it was even better than the grain. Sarah patted my nose as I ate. She was so beautiful. I guess if I had to be anybody’s horse being her horse is about the best I could ask for. She smelled amazing too, she was clean and fresh, not wearing any perfume or lotion. I could actually smell her. I could scent her in a way I could never have done before, it was very distinct, even more distinctive than her face. I enjoyed it as she stroked my long face with her hand, very relaxing.

Melissa on the other hand, she smelled wrong. Evil. A scent of sulfur seemed to emanate off her.

“My cousins have a farm, and ended up with more horses than they could handle so they have to get rid of some. It wasn’t a breeding farm and most of the horses weren’t all that valuable so I was able to talk them into letting me have one if I could promise it would be well taken care of. I mean I didn’t want a horse myself, but I knew you did. So here you are!” Melissa explained. They spoke about me right in front of me like I wasn’t even here.

“Oh my god! Melissa, this is the most amazing thing anyone has ever done for me. What’s his name?” Sarah asked.

“‘She’ actually.” Melissa said taking a moment to look me in the eye. SHE? SHE!? I thought to myself I whinnied loudly, with my ears flat back against my head. My reflex was to bite her. Flat teeth aside I think I could take a chunk out of her, but Sarah put her hand back on my face.

“Easy girl.” she said soothingly. It was strangely effective, I calmed down immediately with her cooing voice.

“Feisty too.” Melissa continued. “She doesn’t really have a name, nor much training really. My cousins farm was pretty large and impersonal. She has a registered show name, but nobody really talked to her so she doesn’t have a familiar name. Really you could pick any name you like.”

“Oh, well that’s nice.” Sarah said. “I’ll have to think about that for a while, see what her personality is really like.”

I have a name! I screamed inside my head. Michael, my name is Mike Goddammit! I neighed loudly as if I could shout at them for real. They were standing there discussing me like a piece of meat. I guess I was for that matter. I tossed my head in frustration.

“Easy girl. It will be alright.” Sarah said soothingly. “I know you’re not really used to people, but I will take great care of you. We’ll be best friends in no time.”

“Well I have to get going to class.” Sarah said to me, rubbing my nose some more. I enjoyed the nose rubs much more than any self respecting man should. “I’ll be back right after and we’ll get to know each other. This is going to be fantastic! Say ‘Thank You’ to Mel.” she said completely oblivious of all that Melissa had really done for me. I gave my best horse sneer at Melissa, unsure of how that would even look.

I watched them walk down the aisle back to class, chatting away, mostly Sarah falling all over herself to thank Melissa... for me. I took in sight of Sarah’s ass as she went. I was still me and still thought it was a great looking ass, but it didn’t really have the same effect on me now. I supposed I was even further from getting in her pants now than I was before, even though we were going to be much closer now. Ugh. I was a mare now. The least she could have done is let me keep my manhood. I really could have been hung like a horse, but no, even less manly than before.

I attempted to take a self inventory while I stood there in the stall. I didn’t feel like a girl, although I didn’t feel like a boy either. I felt like a horse. I tried craning my neck around while lifting a leg to see what was going on down there, but I really couldn’t see anything. My chest ran down to my abdomen, nothing down there, which I guess was the issue. Horses really didn’t have so many secondary sexual characteristics. Mares and stallions had the same body types, not like the mares had tits and more shapely hips or anything. I guessed I had some teats down there somewhere but I couldn’t see anything, they didn’t express unless there was a foal to nurse, and even then no huge udder like a cow.

“What are you doing girl?” the stablehand said as she opened the outer door to the stall surprising me. For a second I thought I should be embarrassed, but there was no real reason to be. I wasn’t about to put some pants on, through no fault of my own, well not much fault anyway.

“Come on out to the paddock and stretch your legs.” she threw a rope around my neck and I let her lead me out of the stall. She led me around along the path to a smaller fenced off part of the pasture. Just a small area where I could be outside by myself. When new horses are introduced to a new herd, they don’t just turn them out with the whole herd at once. They’ll have a smaller side pasture where they let some of less aggressive horses get to know the new one first. Staged integration, but today it looked like it was just going to be me.

It was a smallish kind of pasture, maybe the size of a football field, with a wooden fence going around the outside, which was inside of the larger pasture, so the other horses could come up to the fence here if they wanted. . The full pasture was much larger and surrounded by electrified fencing. This little area was sometimes used as practice ring as well. It wasn’t very flat, but there was a path trodden around the inside of the fence where the horse and rider would circle around. There were a few low jumps in the middle on some of the flatter sections.

The stable hand pulled the lead rope off and smacked me on the rump and I scooted through the gate a little surprised, before I had a chance to turn around the gate was already closed behind me. I had been in practice rings like this many a time back in the day, never like this before. I walked aimlessly around the little enclosure for a bit. I found the simple four beat gait came naturally to me. I stretched my legs as I meandered about, getting a feel for how this body moved. I could feel the firm ground underneath my hooves, but not real well, it was distanced a bit. It was a lot like the feeling of a well fitting, but thick boot... that never came off. I walked out to the worn path along the edge and tried a trot. I actually had to think about this a tiny bit before I got it right, coordinating diagonal legs to move in sync. It felt a little awkward at first, but I realized I was just overthinking it. I let go and it became more natural, just like a light jog. I made a lap around the ring like this, then decided to try a canter. I picked it up a little bit and picked the inside leg to lead, this felt much more natural than the trot did. I tried switching the lead to the outside one and found I had to think about that a little more. I was always told it was a little harder for the horse to canter on the wrong lead, but it didn’t really seem to make any difference to me. I guess it was just more convention and properness than anything.

I was moving around the ring pretty quick without much effort. I thought about opening it up to a gallop, but there hardly seemed space enough to go much quicker. It was a nice feeling though, just exercising and moving along. Then I realized that any onlookers would see a horse cantering in nice form around the inside of the practice ring with no rider, not something that happened so often on its own. Not impossible, but it seemed like a good idea not to draw too much unwanted scrutiny. So I dropped it back down to a walk and wandered back into the center of the ring where the grass was growing. I put my head down to the turf and tentatively tried pulling some up with my teeth. It wasn’t half bad, and I was a little peckish. I think maybe horses are always at least a little hungry. I set about grazing and found I could just kind of zone out as I went a long. A happy little zen state.

After grazing for a while I noticed the stable hand lead another horse into the paddock and release it in there with me. “It” am I an “it” now? I wasn’t sure what to do, I’d never hung out with a horse before, not as a horse myself anyway. I stood still looking at the other horse, I was very tense. The other horse saw me and trotted over, her ears were perked forward. I caught her scent, just by catching her scent I knew she was a she. She put her muzzle to mine and made large deliberate breaths. The amount of information, feeling, that I could get from the scent was amazing. I got the ideas of “Friend” and “Welcome” and “Let’s eat together” all mixed together. Its hard to explain, but the feelings didn’t have those exact words attached to them, there was nothing so formal or concrete about the exchange, somehow I just knew we were friends. It felt good being together. After she touched her muzzle to mine we stuck our heads back down to the grass and resumed grazing, but I felt better already. I felt like I belonged, we had a little herd of two. Without thought we moved together as we grazed. I couldn’t quite pinpoint how I knew but I knew how to move with her, and take her subtle cues. She didn’t have a name I could explain to you, I could pick out her scent from a hundred others as easily as I could recognize Sarah, but there’s no name I could tell you that would come anywhere close to representing how I identified her in my mind. At one point one of the lazy farm dogs popped out of the brush on the far side of the ring and startled me, I caught the scent of danger and was halfway to bolting before I knew what was going on. Somehow even before I could react I caught the idea from my new friend that the dog was no threat, that the dog belonged. She watched with dull interest as the dog moved on.

We were out there for quite a while, I can’t say that I noticed the time passing, but when I looked up again the sun was far into its late afternoon position. I caught scent of Sarah before I saw her really, she was upwind by the gate she just slipped in through.

“Here girl.” she called to me. I lifted my head and watched her walk toward me with a halter and a lead in hand. “Come on, let’s go for a ride.” I stood still as she approached me, unsure what to do. Thoughts flitted through my head. I could run, but there’s no place to go. Do I just let her take me? I caught the idea from my new friend, that Sarah was nice, that she was a good one. She didn’t use Sarah’s name of course, but the feeling was clear. Sarah reached out and patted my nose and smiled. I could sense happiness and anticipation coming off of her, barely contained excitement, and just a little bit of wariness. She really liked me, but I was a strange animal to her. If she only knew how strange...

“Oh, you’re such a good girl.” she said as she rubbed my muzzle. I had to admit I really liked her too. She slipped the halter on my head and buckled it up in one smooth motion before I realized what she was doing exactly. She clipped the lead to it and began to lead me back to the barn. I caught the idea of “Goodbye”, “Try and have fun.”, “It’s ok.” and “What a pain these people are.” from a scent wafting off of my new friend all mingled together in a complex feeling. I realized I was harnessed and being led by a rope, and the situation started to hit home. I was a beast of burden. I tossed my head at the idea and got a sharp yank on the lead in response. “Hey now, easy does it.” I caught a new kind of scent coming off of Sarah, a scent of authority, a feeling of Master. There was no way I could rebel against someone as strong as that. I docily let her lead me back to the barn.

Back in the barn she hooked the cross ties to either side of my halter. There was enough slack that I could turn my head a little, just enough to see behind me, but no room to move. Part me knew I could easily break the cross ties, they probably even had quick releases on them to minimize the damage, but I was stuck still. Not from the cross ties, not from the overwhelming sense of authority coming from Sarah, but from the sheer fact that I had no place to go. I think I had heard that there were still wild horses out in Wyoming, but that was thousands of miles from here, I’d never make it without getting caught again. Its not like I could thumb a ride. There were predators along the way, nothing I could do about a pack of coyotes without the rest of my herd.

As I stood mulling my predicament, I became aware of Sarah brushing me down. It was a very relaxing feeling. Each stroke of the brush along my fur seemed to calm me down. I also picked up sense of affection and care from her. There’s worse places I could be, I suppose. I’ll be cared for and loved here, that’s actually a fair bit more than I could count on in my old life. She moved on from brushing and lifted each of my hooves in turn and scraped any of the mud out. I knew she was checking for any stones or debris that could have been lodged in, the way a good rider always does. “No shoes yet” she said to me after she finished, “but your hooves are in good condition. We’ll get the farrier in soon, but you should be fine without for a few days.“

A farrier? I was suddenly pulled back into the reality of the situation. I was going to be shod? I had no say in the matter. Sarah disappeared into the back room as I tried to calm myself back down. There’s nothing I can do I observed. She reappeared with a saddle slung over her arms, I took a deep breath to try and remain stoic, at least it was an english saddle and not one of those western behemoths. . Sarah must have caught something of my concern though, “You don’t like being saddled, do you girl?” she laughed as she walked around to my midsection. Every time she called me girl, each reminder of my status as a female was a little grating. She flung the saddle over my back and began fastening up the girth. In truth I could barely feel it, little more than a strap around my great barreled chest.

She disappeared back into the tack room and I knew what was coming next. She came back with the bridle, a simple bit dangled from the leather straps. She pulled the halter off and fixed it around my neck instead, a simple precaution to keep an unfamiliar horse a little restrained while you put her bridle on. She pulled the leather straps up over my face which brushed against my eyes causing me to close them. She pushed the cold piece of steel between the thick lips of my muzzle. I told myself not to resist, that there wasn’t anything I could do about it, but I couldn’t bring myself to part my teeth and let that control in. She kept the bit right on me as I moved my head around involuntarily trying to avoid my fate. “Come on girl.” she encouraged me snaked a finger in my mouth and squeezed at the bare part of my jaw between my large front teeth and my molars. “Its alright, girl.” the pinching sensation caused me to pop my mouth open. She deftly buckled up the rest of the bridle. I don’t know that anything can make you feel owned more than a bridle strapped over your head and a bit jammed in your mouth. It was rapidly warming as I worked the hinged bit with my tongue. The metal rested firm against that toothless gap in my jaw. I reflected that it was almost like horses were designed to have a bit in their mouths. That I was designed to be controlled this way. I stretched and moved my mouth and my tongue, but there was nothing I could do to dislodge or move it. It was in place, and this girl owned me.

She pulled off the halter and started leading me out of the barn. Every slight pull on the reins was transferred straight to my mouth, to my whole head. There was no question to me who was in charge. I remembered when I was human, it seemed like ancient history already, I thought it odd that a horse, a thousand pound animal, would let itself be so thoroughly dominated by a creature one tenth its size. I was on the other end of the reins now and and I know I felt like there was nothing in the world I could do. I could run a little ways away, but then what? I certainly wasn’t going to hurt her, for one I still cared for her, and for another if a horse did seriously hurt someone that horse was likely to be put down.

It was a short walk to the ring, the more formal practice ring instead of the paddock where I was earlier. It was much larger, with better footing and no grass in the middle to graze on. I did like to graze I reflected. We walked in and she pulled the gate shut behind me. She flipped the reins over my head and walked around me and pulled each of the stirrups down with a gentle tug. She patted my neck as she returned to my left side. “Well you seem calm enough so far. I know Melissa said you didn’t get ridden much, guess it’s time to find out what you know. You can buck and carry on if you want but let there be no doubt in your mind, I will break you.” With that there was a slight tug on the stirrup and I felt the weight of her on my back. I stood there getting the feel of it. She really didn’t seem to weigh much, it felt a little like wearing a backpack, one with just a couple textbooks, not a full load. “That’s a good girl” she said patting my neck again. “Walk.” she commanded out loud while simultaneously applying a little pressure with her legs. I knew what the little squeeze was supposed to mean, and of course the command that went with it. I took a few tentative steps forward. Unlike a backpack she balanced herself up there on my back. Her shifts in position to balance herself were a little annoying but she wasn’t heavy enough to throw off my own balance, especially not with four legs.

Even though she balanced herself I still kind of had the urge to try and keep her centered myself. “Not used to the weight, eh girl?” Sarah said from up on my back. “You feel a little wobbly down there. It’s ok, I’ll take care of myself and you take care of yourself. I trudged along well aware of the slight, but never ceasing contact with the bit in my mouth and the reins in her hands. I just stuck to the rail as I made our way around the ring. This whole situation was insane. After walking for a while, I was starting to get the feel of it. Just when I was feeling comfortable she gave a quick double click of her tongue and squeezed her legs urging me to a trot. I felt her posting in the saddle as I jogged along. I could feel her movements and she was in time with my outside front leg. It didn’t much matter on the straight away but it did seem to help maintain balance while we rounded the corners. We trotted around for a while, it was actually pretty enjoyable. She barely touched the reins at all, the first real time when she used them was when she signaled me around to reverse direction. Her touch was very light, but firm. I knew she was there and I knew what she wanted. I felt her switch her posting as I straightened back out.

“You’re doing really well!” she said as we trotted along. “Melissa made it sound like you were untrained, but you really know your stuff.” No sooner had she said it than she put her weight back down in the saddle moved her outside leg back and gave a little kick. This startled the crap out of me and I bolted. I galloped down around the ring just as fast as I could. I felt her fall back in my saddle as I jumped into motion. There was a sharp jab of pain in my mouth as she waved her arm trying to keep balance while still holding on to my reins. She was flopping around on my back like a ragdoll as I ran for my life. Each bump startled more. Each random yank on my mouth made me mad and scared. I would get away. Instinct took over and I just knew if I kept running I would get away. I was bucking as I ran trying to get this crazy thing off my back. Each time she came down in a different position and thumped against me harder, I bucked and ran and ran and ran...

It seemed like I had been running for my life forever, but there was nowhere to go, just this never ending fence. I noticed the weight on my back had ceased flopping. Suddenly there was a severe pain in my mouth as my head was jerked around. She had tugged the reign short and braced her hand against the saddle. I was forced to stop, I couldn’t run with my head wrenched around the side. As soon as I slowed she let go again. My mouth hurt, my back hurt, my heart was pounding in my chest and my breath flared in my nostrils as I sucked wind. I looked around getting my bearings. I had run for what seemed an eternity, but I was still in the same little riding ring. “Holy shit girl. You scared the bejesus out of me.” She said from the saddle sounding pretty breathless herself. She was still up there, there really was no getting rid of her. “I guess you’re a little greener than I thought. I told you though, you can’t buck me off.” She spoke with many pauses as she caught her breath. “OK, lets just walk it out. We’ll end on a good note today. Always end on a good note.”

She took me back to the stable. She scraped the sweat off me and and brushed me down. It really was pretty nice being taken care of like this. She came around in front of me, and off to the side of my head a little so she could look me in the eye as she patted my nose. I really did like nose pats. “You are a little greene.” she said considering me carefully. “But spooking aside you’re a really smart cookie aren’t you?” I looked back at her intently. There was literally nothing I could say. In my old life I had heard that one of the keys to joy was simple devotion to something. As a human I really sucked at embracing anything that much. I had simply been hurt too many times. I was too easily distracted. Now though, I was a pretty captive audience, in more ways than one. I decided then that I would try and be the best horse Sarah could want. I would devote myself to this slip of a girl and see what happened. I knew there was no going back. I had nothing to lose. “Why do I get the feeling that you know exactly what I say when I speak to you?” after a long pause “I think I’ll call you Elsa”

I did my best to devote myself to her. We spent many hours in the ring together. I knew what she wanted before she even had to signal. I sincerely looked forward to each day when she came to ride me. I truly did find joy in my simple life. After a few months the show season started and she trailered me around to the various competitions and more often than not we ended up with a pile of blue ribbons to take home. Over a few seasons we stacked up quite a collection of championships. Sarah and I were close. As close as two people of different species could be. She was still the dominate master, but there was a genuine bond of love between us.

It was a few years into my new life when Melissa came back to the barn with Sarah one evening. Sarah often came to give me my evening grain and muck out my stall herself, even though the stablehands usually did that sort of thing. I hadn’t seen Melissa in ages, I hadn’t thought about her in as long either. Melissa gave me a sly grin as she approached. I picked up a sense of malicious amusement from her, but I wasn’t angry anymore. How could I be. I was in a life where I was at peace and filled with love and joy. She somehow picked up on my sense of joy and lack of anger, most humans couldn’t do that. Sarah, of course, could read my emotions like a book, but that was different. Melissa and I were basically strangers, although all she’d done for me. Her scent changed from malicious amusement to something of respect and admiration.

“You know,” Sarah began. “Elsa here would be quite the broodmare. She’s an accomplished show horse and any of her foals would catch quite the price.” My ears pricked up. What was she going on about? “Not that I could ever do that, if I ever bred her I could never take away her baby. Really, I’m not sure I could share her with a stallion anyway, she’s all mine.” she continued patting me on the head. “I would love it if she could be a mommy. A little foal would be the cutest thing. I wish I could just do it myself.” Sarah laughed with mirth at her little joke. “But I just don’t have the proper equipment.” Melissa’s eye took on a gleam and the scent of malicious humor came back with a vengeance.

“I could help you out with that.” Melissa said. It was late, looking around the barn I noticed no one was there. Not even the usual stable-hands cleaning up. It was very quiet too, even to my more sensitive equine hearing.

“What are you talking about?” Sarah asked giving Melissa a funny look.

“Just what I said. You want to impregnate Elsa? I can help you do that.” Melissa explained as though it was the most normal comment in the world.

“Quit being weird.” Sarah said. The scent of nervousness and concern started to replace the humor as she eyed her friend up and down, forcing a laugh.

“It will be fun.” Melissa said her grin widening. She raised her hand palm facing toward Sarah and starting chanting familiar sounding words. Apparently she managed to memorize the spell now. A red beam of light shot from her hand and hit Sarah square in the chest. There was just moment of surprise on her face before collapsed.

“You seem to be doing very well Michael. I think you’ve earned yourself a reward. Don’t worry, I’m not going to leave her as a horse. Who would take care of you?. She’ll barely remember this tomorrow. After a little while remember this whole even as her bringing in a stallion to breed you. You will get pregnant of course.” Melissa explained as Sarah lay motionless on the floor. Pregnant? Searching my feelings I knew I wanted this. Having a baby with Sarah, while this wasn’t how I originally would have envisioned it, it felt right.

After a couple minutes Sarah moaned on the floor and began to stir. She clambered to her feet, Melissa made no motion to help her. She just stood back waiting for the show. Sarah was still wearing her breeches and riding boots along with a tank top. She put her hands on her stomach and I could smell waves of fear coming off of her. “What? What did you do? What’s going on? What did you do” she mumbled.

“Oh it’s alright honey.” Melissa replied. “I just wanted to give you and Michael a treat.”

“Who’s...” she began to say, but cut herself off with a moan.

She was standing in front of my stall facing her friend, her side was toward me. I could see the seat of her pants begin to swell inside of her breeches. A telltale stub started to poke out above her ass. It wasn’t long before the breeches were stretching at the seams. Even as her tail began to take form in the back of her pants.She hunched over and moaned more as her legs began to lengthen, and bulk was added to her thighs. He claves thinned and extended lifting her up out of her boots. Her breeches gave way with a loud rip. I watched as I could see the muscles in her thighs shift beneath her skin. Sarah’s tail swished between her legs, she craned her neck around behind her to see her huge hind quarters.

In front it appeared as if her vagina had nearly sealed up and her lips were enlarging to create a sack. Her clitoris was rapidly gaining in length. Unlike my transformation it appeared that some of her changes were going to be a little more apparent up front. The sack where her vagina used to be plumped up as two testicles descended from her body to fill it. Her clitoris was nearly a foot long and growing a mushroom shaped head on it. She noticed it bumping up against the inside of her thighs as she craned her neck around to see her tail. Her inspection of herself returned to the front with the new sensation and the already panicked look on her face increased tenfold, her eyes appeared ready to pop out of her head. Her breath hitched as she tentatively reached a hand down to grasp her new member. It continued to increase in size even as her hand grew near, and it started to become erect as soon as she touched it. She could barely close her fingers around it. A sheathe began to form at the base of it just in front of her grapefruit sized testicles. Her hand began to stroke it as if by instinct.

Her rear was now covered in dark black fur which was rapidly spreading down her now slender legs. She looked very disproportionate with a slim human upper body melding into the hindquarters of what would turn out to be a massive stallion. She stumbled forward a few steps, she kicked off her boots in a natural motion leaving the remains of her breeches behind. Her feet finished transforming as she pulled away from the now ruined boots, as she put each foot down stepping toward me they finished their transformation to shiney black hooves. She grabbed onto the door to my stall nearly losing her balance. I knew first hand how terrifying and confusing this was. Her face was right next to mine. I wished I could have given her a hug, held her and told her it would be ok, but all I could do was nuzzle her face.

Her upper body rapidly gained mass and her thin tank top ripped away easily and her bra came off with an audible snap. Her formerly glorious breasts were lost into her now great barreled chest. The fur spread quickly up her enormous belly and chest. She was forced off of the stall door as her arms repositioned themselves. Her body canted forward on the floor with her tiny arms and long back legs, but the situation quickly rectified itself as her arms lengthened and changed shape to meet the new structure of her body. For a moment she had delicate human hands splayed on the floor at the end of long front legs. Her fingers pulled back into her hand and formed a hard hoof as the heel of her hand lifted from the floor to form an ankle. . The fur raced down her arm and formed a fuzzy little fetlock before reaching her shiney new hooves. As soon as her arms finished her neck and head began to transform. She squeezed her eyes shut as her proportionally tiny human head was pushed away from the large horse body as her neck too on length and girth. The fur followed the transformation up and a mane grew as her hairline receded.

Her ears migrated up to the top of her head, they lengthened and became pointy. They twitched almost immediately. Her eyes were pushed around to the sides of her head as her face grew longer and her nose pushed out to join with her mouth forming the large nostrils and thick lips of a muzzle. The fur cascaded down her face and the transformation was complete.

She, he opened his eyes and looked around. I got the strong sense of confusion and fear coming off of this magnificent animal. I also caught a new scent, a powerful, overwhelming scent that I had never smelled before, nothing like it ever. There were mares on the farm, and there were geldings on the farm but this is the first time I had ever encountered a stallion. I used to think I could get overwhelmingly horny as a teenaged boy, but that had nothing on what I was feeling right now. My vagina seemed to be tingling just from the scent. Sarah’s head snapped around in my direction and I could sense the arousal in him as well, he must have just caught my scent in return. I was in heat. I had to have him, and now.

Just as I was preparing to try and jump the stall door Melissa reached over and pulled the latch. “You too have fun now. Don’t stay up too late.” She was almost trampled as I shot out of the stall, but she was apparently expecting that reaction and nimbly jumped out of the way. The barn doors were wide open on the cool night air. I trotted down the short aisle and outside into the night. Out of that claustrophobic building. Besides, I needed an excuse to show Sarah my backside. He caught up with easily as I slowly trotted across the grass. He gave me a few affectionate nips on the rump and I swished my tail in his face. Moments later he was mounting me. There were a few probing jabs, but he quickly hit home and slid inside of me. It was pure ecstasy. For some reason at this exact moment the situation I was in crossed my mind. Not so long ago I was a depressed lonely human male, but now I was a mare in heat, thrilled to be mounted and fucked by the stallion that used to be the girl I was too shy to talk to. The girl who owned me and I devoted my life to. The girl with the amazing stallion cock ramming me hard. I wasn’t sure if mares could orgasm, but they can, and it’s fantastic. I learned that truth several times that night. He shot what seemed to be an impossible amount of cum into my body and clambered off.

We stood near each other grazing, taking every excuse we could to rub our bodies together as we mingled. I could sense the waves of love and lust pouring off of him as we stood together. He couldn’t speak any more than I could, but there was really no need to. Everything we needed to know about each other we knew. I was there he was there with me. He was the alpha male and I his mare. He still owned me but in a different way.