All of a sudden, there is darkness. You can smell.... Manure. Looking around, you slowly stroke your girth. There are stallions and mares everywhere. You turn around just in time to see a stallion's cock disappear, followed by his massive balls. "What the hell?" You say, and the horse walks up to you. You have a compulsion to lay down, so you do. He puts his sheathe against your ass, and you realize you are naked. "What am I doing?" You say and try to get up. You're stuck. You look down, and your anus has fused to his sheathe. You feel your organs shifting. Then you shrink, to about 16 inches tall. You no longer feel the beat of your heart, and no longer yearn to breathe. You have no throat, just a tube from your anus to your mouth. You try to speak, "I'm turning into a horses penis!" Only sealing your fate. "I can't say anything good!" You look down to see your legs start to curl up on themselves and ball up. You feel all the bones in your body disappear, and your face falls to the ground, flaccid. You see your arms stick to your sides and start to disappear as well. Your entire rod-like body starts to turn pink, and black in the back. You see veins grow on your back, yearning for blood. You feel your anus fuse to the horses ureathra and then the bladder. You are forced to look up and stay there, as your body becomes one long tube with your face on the end. "No one is ever going to notice me!" You say. "I can't talk!" More meaning choosing good words, but your power takes it the other way. Your mouth opens into an O shape and stays there, your nose disappears and so does your ears. Then your eyes. You feel your face stretching, so it's flat and round, no doubt becoming the tip. You have lost all your senses, except touch, and taste. You feel something warm pump through you... Blood. Horse blood. You feel yourself rise off the ground, and you feel like you have to puke. You feel pee enter your body, and you can taste it once it hits the sheathe. It's salty, and then it come out of your mouth. You sit there peeing forever, probably about half a gallon. It stops, finally, and then you become flaccid again. You feel yourself retract into the stallion's massive sheathe, now inside of him. He starts walking, and you remember there are mares on the farm. This would be interesting.....