As the sun set on another day of your new life, Cocoa’s sleepiness caused a new darkness to wash over you. Luckily, at least you had this restful sense of mercy from the constant thoughts of indignation that now consumed your waning existence; little did you know, that would all change very soon.
To your horror, the next morning would greet you with the same darkness that you thought was just a restful sleep. You try desperately to open your eyes; the same eyes that resembled minuscule birthmarks on Cocoa’s taint, were no longer there.
You have been completely robbed of your sense of sight, and can now only hear and feel the movements of the outside world and your giant equine mistress.
You want to scream, cry, anything that can take back this foolish and perverted decision you made for what seems like forever ago. But your anxious thoughts are soon interrupted by the routine dripping of Cocoa’s urine coming from your supple lips; it is morning after all, and the morning purge is soon accompanied by the smell of dung which plops on the straw floor simultaneously.
The warmth of the fluid and acrid taste of urine flowing quickly yet smoothly from out of your lips is all you can focus on… and pretty soon it seems as though you forget what you were so anxious about a few moments earlier. As Cocoa finishes and the last drops sprinkle out of you, your gentle pussy lips contract backwards and seemingly close shut as if you have completed a job well done. Cocoa flicks her tail downward and whinnies with satisfaction.
Strangely enough, this same feeling of satisfaction completely envelops you. Yes, it seems that the transformation is finally nearing completion, as you realize that Cocoa’s feelings are becoming synchronized with your own, so that you can finally become truly indistinguishable from your new equine master.
Your loss of sight, the darkness which is now your reality was one of the final steps needed to convince your existence that it is no longer human. You try your hardest to hold on to every last piece of humanity you can, by listening to all the sounds around you and trying to identify them with a rational mind, but even they are starting to become more and more foreign.
You remember a random sentence that you looked over before using the chroniavac…”you will lose everything about you. It will be as you never existed as a human, but you will not die, you will just live on through your new host.”
These last thoughts are strangely comforting as you start feeling like your mind is in a daze. You try hard to remember who or what you were before your grave mistake, but the soothing fogginess which is now officially doing everything in its power to permanently merge you with your new master, makes it incredibly difficult.
You finally just decide to let it take a hold of you, and in what feels like a soft but instant relaxing wind of exhalation, the transformation is complete when Cocoa lets out another large and smelly fart right above you.
You can somehow still smell the strong stench of the gas and the small bits of feces let you taste it on your labia. But now, you think nothing of it. In fact, you find that you can’t bring yourself to think about anything at all. Not one tiny ounce of thought or reason fills your being as your equine master lets out another fart; because pussies don’t need to think, especially animal pussies. Ah yes. you are now filled with the same indifference that your owner has when she poops on the floor and when her warm urine passes through your lips. To you, it’s just another part of your routine. You’re nothing but a pussy now, and as far as you know that’s all you’ve ever been.
As Cocoa starts shuddering and stomping the ground, your sense of hearing still lets you sense the female Vets footsteps coming closer. It seems that the Chroniavac magic still lets you keep some human senses so that you don’t completely die. But unfortunately for you, all you can do is listen. Your mind no longer identifys the steps with a memory of the Vet who has been probing you for days now. In fact, you don’t even understand what footsteps are anymore. To you, they are just a heavy sound the causes your owner to react and your lips to
quiver with her reaction. You no longer have action or agency of your own, and are now just controlled at the whim of Cocoas thoughts and actions. It’s a peaceful feeling, but it’s a feeling that you really can’t even fathom altogether. You’re just a horses’ pussy, made for pissing, pleasure and reproduction. All you have to worry about, if you could worry, is doing your job. Let your owner worry about all the other complicated stuff.
Even now you simply involuntarily pucker your lips as Cocoa readies herself for the Vets probe of your vulva. You sensually feel the hand enter you, and although you can still feel the amazing sensations that come with being a pussy, you don’t think twice about what they mean. You just let it happen. Your sense of hearing lets you sense the Vetrenarians praise once again, but you can’t for the life of you understand a word of what she says. To you everything is just gibberish now. Just like a horses vulva should experience the world.
Almost a year passes by since your fateful transformation, but to you it could have been days, or months; your inability to perceive time makes no difference to you, but the sensations of the foal growing within make you feel like bursting. Your pussy lips seem to burst at the seems as fluid begins to drip from their supple folds. At first, it feels like the all too familiar and soothing act of urination you are so used to, but somehow, a primal feeling inside you knows it’s time.
Your pussy lips quickly and involuntarily expand to regions you have never once experienced. It is an unfathomable pain that begins to consume every aspect of your existence, and yet, somehow it’s numbed by a feeling of satisfaction. This of course doesn’t matter the least to you, this is what you were made for, the delivering of life and the reproduction of your species.
Your lips stay open as you feel the bubble of the placenta trying to escape your form. Your owner’s foal is ready to enter the world, and you must help her succeed. You feel intense pressure as Cocoa pushes out towards you with every fiber of her being. She lays down on the hay, pushing and pushing as the yellow bubble which carry’s her foal begins to escape.
You are completely powerless as The soft and smooth texture of the bubble simultaneously leaves and enters your mouth, as your master tries to give birth. All you can do is sit there and revel in the majesty and satisfaction of your very purpose; in fact, the best way you help is making sure your folds and innards are extremely lubricated to make the process more seamless.
Soon, the foal breaks the bubble with its hind legs and now you find yourself being stabbed by the little hooves as they make their way out. Your world is constantly shifted as Cocoa changes from standing to laying several times, and when she finally lays for the last time, with one more push, the entire form of your foal escapes through your lips.
Though you can’t really form thoughts to understand, you are still filled with a sense of ultimate relief and satisfaction as the placenta hangs from your mouth; success. You have fulfilled your purpose and have been the vessel for new life. You have brought more horse into this world, what a truly beautiful and triumphant feeling.
Although it is all gibberish to your simple vagina mind, your senses allow you to hear the voice of humans as they nurture both Cocoa and her new female foal. The familiar voice of the Vet allows you to hear the name “Pie-O-My.”
The overwhelming feelings of peace and euphoria completely become you, which are undoubtedly also what Cocoa is feeling at the very moment. This transformation made you become Cocoa, and her become you. You are truly indistinguishable from being just a simple but majestic animal now, and now that you have given birth, you are truly a valuable member of the species.
12 days later and you will feel the insatiable hunger again. Your equine mistress is in heat and it is time to mate once again. With your rational human thoughts gone, all you can understand is the primal need to be filled once again. It is your duty and your purpose. Your lips puff up and are sloppily wet with your feminine juices; it is what you do best after all, and it’s important to be incredibly wet and sensual for your stallion.
With an unfathomable excitement you hear the words in gibberish from the stable hands as they lead the stallion back into the barn. Cocoa is whinnying with glee and sexual frustration. Once again, the stallions’ muzzle probes you and licks you of your precious hormonal juices. To you, This time is so much more different. Before your transformation was complete, you were a human in an alien situation, now you’re an experienced vulva ready to mate… ready to make more life…. ready to take in the gargantuan stallion penis that is your real master.
You feel a quick nudge towards the floor as the stallion mounts Cocoa, his gigantic penis unsheathes and softly probes your ready and supple folds and almost immediately pierces your entire form. You happily and proudly let the giant mass into you. If you could make any rational thoughts in your simple pussy mind, you would thank the stallion deeply and you would think to yourself how lucky you are to be consumed in such a wonderful world of pleasure; to be penetrated by this gigantic penis.
You caress the giant rod as it goes in and out multiple times, sliding through your warm and wet folds, involuntarily contracting and tightening around it so that you can keep it in as long as possible, and yet also gently sucking it and making it feel wanted…loved….needed. And then, a burning and beautiful love tickle sensation begins to build up inside you….you feel it coming as the stallion thrusts even harder It’s that wonderful feeling of female orgasm, and at first, it starts small, then it gets bigger….and bigger ….AND!!!
Your pussy lips shut extremely tight as the incredible feeling of climax consumes you once again. The stallions penis knots up inside of you and sprays all of its seed into your warm and sensual form. Your labia clasp so tight around it never wanting to let it go, as you let it fill you to the brim with its warm and salty cum. Ah yes, your mission accomplished once again….
As the penis goes placid and you loosen your grasp, the stable hands return to guide the stallion off of his mare once again. The penis falls out of you, and you silently and mindlessly relax as drips of its cum fall from your supple lips. Cocoa kicks her feet and whinneys in satisfaction once more. Her ecstasy pleasure and simple joy shared only by the somewhat sentient vulva, once human, but now all horse.
Hours later hear and taste the smelly farts as your equine mistress poops on the straw below you, another satisfying part of your day as you suddenly and involuntary open wide to let the urine out of your folds. Mmmmm it really is so very tasty now.
And as the day draws to a close on this beautiful pasture of a breeding farm for race horses, a ranch hand will slap Cocoa on her behind, telling her what good a girl she is and how he hopes that she is ready to make so many more thoroughbreds.