That night was tough. You struggled to get to sleep since your mind was a cocktail of confused thoughts. As if being turned into a horse wasn’t enough of a shock to the system, you were also coming to terms with the fact that you would likely never see your family, or your beautiful girlfriend Jessica, again.
The business with the horse thief also made you feel sick inside since, in your head, you essentially murdered him, or at least his human form. You occasionally took the odd glare towards the grey mare that you helped to create. She also seemed restless, you reckon because the attendant likely had a greater punishment in stall for her.
This made you shudder as you remembered your ‘reward’ for stopping the thief. You didn’t want to be in heat and you didn’t want to be mated with like a common beast. And yet despite this, you couldn’t help thinking that your past session with Harry by the lake had been disgusting yes, but also unbelievably arousing. The idea of fully giving in to your mare instincts was tempting. A life full of loving attention, free of worries and, (best of all) full of mating with big strong stallions, didn’t seem so bad.
NO! You couldn’t give up! You repeated over and over “I am not a horse! I am not a horse!” And yet you couldn’t help noticing your reflection in the mirror on the wall which seemed to tell a different story. Eventually, despite your inner conflicts, your exhausting ordeal finally got the better of you as you drifted off to sleep.
You woke groggily as the stable lights suddenly came on and workers began setting up for that day’s activity. You had dared to hope that everything up to this point had been some terrible dream. And then you started to feel the arousal pouring from your mare vagina and your hopes were dashed. You shivered as you felt a stickiness seep from your soaking folds all the way down your hind legs to your dark hooves.
The other horses in the stable were also starting to take notice of the situation.
Across from you the latest pair of horses that had come in late last night were getting in to the swing of things. After a few moments of nuzzling each other affectionately the mare presented her big puffy nether lips to her stallion neighbour by shoving her backside right up against the bars separating their stalls. The stallion proceeded to inhale deeply through the bars and then to blow softly into the mare’s folds which only turned them both on even more.
As this display was taking place the grey mare was whinnying loudly. She was flailing around aimlessly and kicking the stall door with her powerful hind hooves in a desperate attempt at escape. Nevertheless, you still catch a glimpse of her vagina and as you suspected it was dripping just as many fluids on to the hay as yours was.
Lastly, you looked over towards Harry who was remarkably calm. He just had an unsettling look in his eye that told you he had seen this all before.
As this commotion was still going on the female attendant who you held responsible for this torment approached your stall.
“Good morning princess! My, my you look incredible today. I trust you have gotten used to your sexy mare body by now. If not, then you will have by the end of your mating session.” After glancing back at your moist lips she proclaimed “Ah yes… your body seems to want some action even if your mind still resists.” And then to humiliate you, or perhaps get you more aroused, she gathered a glob of your fluids on her fingers and proceeded to smear it over your equine nose, with some of it dribbling down in to your giant mouth below. You tried to get rid of the taste but you inevitably swallowed some. As you struggled to spit the (surprisingly good) taste of your pussy juice from your mouth the woman left your stall with a smirk on her face.
“Now dear… which lucky stallion is right for you?”