Cocoa moved with a grace and power you had never experienced before, her strong legs propelled you through the pasture. Each stride sent a gentle ripple through your form as she moved. It was something between pleasure and discomfort; being so intimately connected to her was a surreal experience. The grassy aroma of the pasture filled your senses. The world felt so much bigger, more intimidating from this perspective. The mare continued her stroll across the vast field, oblivious to your plight. Every now and then she’d crane her neck down to nibble at the tender grass, sending a strange sensation coursing through your form – a peculiar twist in your abdomen as her muscles shifted with the movement. Her daily routine seemed mundane from afar but from where you existed, every single moment was an unnerving exploration into an alien life.
You tried again to communicate, attempting to control the twitching of your new form in some meaningful way. It resulted only in Cocoa squealing, shuddering with pleasure beneath you. You hated that it made you feel good, too – not because you wanted it to, but because you had no choice in the matter. You felt her urge grow stronger each day, the rise of estrus setting off a biological clock within her that you could not ignore. Your dread grew as her hormonal cues began to influence your feelings too – a twisted tug-of-war between human fear and equine desire. One late afternoon, an imposing stallion was led into the field. A jolt of alarm shot through you as you caught a glimpse of the male behind the Cocoa,; there were no uncertainties in what his arrival entailed for you. The stallion pranced around the mare, his nostrils flaring
as he took in the scent of her fertile readiness. His fiery eyes bore into her, igniting a primal urge deep within both of you. You wanted to scream, to shout for help, but all that resulted was a shiver of anticipation that raced through Cocoa's body. The stallion approached, his presence looming large and intimidating. He moved with a confident swagger that made your heart pound with dread. His nostrils flared once more as he neared, his hot breath washing over your new form like a wave of heat.
Cocoa's response was immediate and instinctual; she neighed softly and presented herself to him, her tail raised high, revealing you before suddenly urinating on the hay covered barn floor. The female pheromone laced liquid enticing the stallion closer. The hot urine felt bizarrely pleasant on its way out of you, despite knowing you should be thoroughly disgusted. You closed your eyes as you attempted to compose yourself, and you opened them again. You were greeted by the enormous snout of the male, his nostrils blew hot air onto you before flaring as he took in Cocoa's scent. You wished you could be anywhere else right now, wished you could shut out the reality of what was about to happen. But you were part of Cocoa now - inextricably linked and bound to share every moment, every sensation. You tried to say something to discourage the stallion, but all you could do was smack your lips wetly, the flow of vaginal fluids increased as you began to leak. The stallion took another deep sniff, and then let out a loud snort as he backed away, his intent obvious. Existential fear seized you even as the flow of vaginal fluids that you drooled further increased.
Your actions felt driven by a force beyond your control, yet a part of you couldn't help but feel exhilarated by the forbidden thrill. Your mind was in turmoil, questioning whether these desires were truly your own or if they had been twisted and manipulated by the transformation. Each passing moment, it became harder to discern truth from deception. Were you truly ready for what was to come, or were you simply losing yourself to the mare? The internal battle raged on as you thoughts became increasingly more clouded and conflicted.
The stallion courted Cocoa for a little while longer, but it was not long after that the male stood up on his sturdy hindlegs, covering Cocoa with his large bulk as she braced against him. You watched helplessly as the stallion reared up and came down on the mare's hindquarters. Cocoa was a large horse but the male was a much bigger specimen. As the stallion mounted Cocoa fairly easily, you felt a surge of fear and revulsion unlike anything you'd ever experienced before. With short jumps, the male slid his bulk up over her back. From your position you could see the stallion's huge penis already extended from its sheath. The rigid phallus bobbed freely in the air, pre-ejaculate beading on the tip as it came closer with each hop. You stared at it with a mix of resigned horror and anticipation.
With another lung it flopped even closer until you nearly touched the tip. There was a brief pause before the head of the penis pressed against your supple, welcoming labia, penetrating you. The physical intrusion was unbearable, vile and crude. Yet there was something else - something disturbingly pleasurable that coursed through your being - a reluctant response to an instinct so powerful it could not be denied. Every thrust sent shivers through your form - echoes of pure equine ecstasy that left you reeling. Your mind screamed for it to stop even as your new form yearned for more, caught up in the rhythmic dance of mating. You were living a nightmare caught between disgust and desire. Several inches of the thick shaft slid into you and with a few more lunges the stallion finally hilted, the male's hips vigorously pumped rhythmically, the two horses begging to energetically copulate. The physical invasion was overwhelming, intrusive and crude. Yet there was something else - something disturbingly pleasurable that coursed through your being - a reluctant response to an instinct so potent it could not be denied.
Both animals grunted and snorted in pleasure, the male nibbled at Cocoa's mane, the mare squealed in approval. As you were fed the large equine penis, helplessly clenching around the shaft, you never experienced such pleasure as it filled you. You felt every inch of the phallus as it buried deep inside the slick, hot embrace of Cocoa's vaginal canal, into you. You caught yourself sucking at it, trying to pull the length back in every time it partially slipped out of you before it was thrusted in again; you as much of it in you as possible. You were stretched to your maximum by the enormous intruder; with every mighty thrust the pleasure just increased until it reached a point where it was unbearable, and you slowly lost yourself, drowned in a sea of pleasure until that was all that was left. Your mind was steadily being worn down, your new sensitive form overwhelmed by the dense weight that filled it. The rhythmic thrusting within you echoed like a relentless piston, creating an endless cycle of ecstasy. Your eyes hidden amidst the mare's perineum were focused on the glistening rod that pumped in and out of what now functioned as your mouth.
The horses' union was snug, squirting liquid marking the point where mare and stallion met. The colossal length was covered in a lattice of visibly pulsating veins - a detail amplified by your heightened senses as they grazed against your receptive, moist interior. However, soon enough, the intense pleasure began to surge towards a pinnacle you knew the stallion could not resist. With his abrupt deep dive and the collision against his strong-smelling testicles, you felt him swell even more inside you. Potent surges of hot release filled your moist, quivering interior. A mute cry of profound and unimaginable ecstasy escaped him as you continued to tighten and stroke around his pulsating length, savoring every last drop it had to offer. Wave after wave of this deplorable pleasure gradually eroded your consciousness in a deluge of irresistible rapture. As your thoughts began to dissolve into oblivion, an understanding dawned upon you; this was who you were now. What you were now. And with acceptance came a sense of contentment.
The vigorous stallion threw his head back, letting out a deep, guttural cry of arousal as he released his seed into his mate. His muscular body trembled with each thrust, pushing in as deeply as possible before freezing in place, savoring the intense lust that slowly faded away. He rested for a few minutes, still gripping onto his mate with his front legs, before thrusting into her several more times. And from the way Cocoa responded, she didn't seem to mind either. The hardy stallion threw his head back, letting out a deep, guttural cry of arousal as he released his seed into his mate. His muscular body trembled with each thrust, pushing in as deeply as possible before freezing in place, savoring the intense lust that slowly faded away. He rested for a few minutes, still gripping onto his mate with his front legs, before thrusting into her several more times. And from the way Cocoa responded, she didn't seem to mind either.
The waves of ecstasy subsided after what felt like an eternity, Cocoa's body shuddered; you found yourself still wrapped around the stallion's slowly softening member, your form pulsing gently as though basking in the afterglow. A strange sense of satisfaction filled you. You were an intrinsic part of Cocoa now, part of this experience, and despite the initial fear and revulsion, something about this felt...right. The stallion dismounted from Cocoa's back with a huff, his spent phallus sliding out of her with a wet squelch that sent one last tremor of pleasure through your entire being before retracting back into its sheath, leaving both mare and vulva with a sense of emptiness as the warm aftermath of his seed leaked out from you, trickling down Cocoa's powerful legs. The barn was silent for a moment, save for the heavy pants of the horses and the distant melody of songbirds from outside. Cocoa was slightly winded when the stallion finally got off her. She was a bit shaky on her legs. The stallion observed her appreciatively once more before turning around, his huge testicles swinging with every step as he walked away. His job was done; he now left the mare alone to recover, showing no signs of any aftercare or concern. The only evidence of their encounter being the musky odor of equine pheromones and arousal lingering in the air.
Some time later Cocoa had gradually regained her, still high on the primal exhilaration, pranced about the field. Her tail swished merrily behind her, flicking some remaining droplets of the aftermath of her breeding onto the surrounding greenery. The haze of post coital bliss quickly gave way to a pang of worry in the pit of your stomach. You couldn't help but hope that Cocoa, your partner for the night, wouldn't end up pregnant. It was a thought that brought a sharp jolt of panic, but one that you knew was completely out of your control. Only time would tell what fate had in store for you both. Every instinct in your being screamed at you that this was not right - but those were human instincts not fit for a horse's genitalia. You could feel her exhilaration, just as you'd felt her desire earlier - it was an intimate connection that went beyond words and reason.
You began to relax as the adrenaline wore off, settling comfortably within Cocoa. As time passed, her romping slowed to an amble, then eventually she found a patch of lush grass to rest on in the shade of a tree. She lowered herself onto her belly with a satisfied sigh, folding her legs neatly beneath her body. You reclined as well, hidden under her thick tail, suddenly inexplicably drowsy. A wave of lethargy washed over you, as if you were tucked under a heavy blanket. Your eyelids turned into leaden weights, pulling themselves shut as an irresistible urge to surrender to the beckoning slumber seized you.