The potion, or whatever it was, continued to work its way though my body, rearranging my
physiology into something not quite equine, but far from human. I was becoming a
horseboy and I loved it! Looking at Joanne in her werewolf form, panting with her tongue
out, scared me a little, but also aroused me, causing my penis to harden to the
consistency of an iron rod. I wasn't sure if she was going to eat me, or bang me, but in my
growing self-lust, I didn't even care
The sensations coming from between my legs were alien, but highly sensual. I ran my
hand down my now ebony maleness until it encountered the ring of soft brown fur that
must have been the base of my sheath. The ring of thick, furry skin was more sensitive
than I expected and in pinching it gently between my fingertips, I felt my balls churn as
pre began to trickle out of my cockhead and onto my already aching shaft.
My nose had pushed out into a protomuzzle, and a distinct smell permeated my nostrils
-it was like a strong musky incense, salty and animal like- which somehow caused even
more blood to flow to my enormous wang. In a short burst of rationale thought, it
occurred to me that I was smelling my own scent, the equine pheremones pushing me to a
heightened state of arousal.
My hand crept back up to my shaft and started to stroke at my altered malehood, as I
began to nicker softly to myself. I knew I was sounding like a horse, maybe even scaring
Joanne, but it was all just too much. All the sesations, all the arousal, it was crashing
down on my like a giant tidal wave!
Each little change I felt or watched brought me closer to the brink. I had taken my shirt off
by now, in addition to my pants and boxers, I marveled at the short coat of brown and off-
white horse hair that covered my chest. I swished my tail in pleasure, enjoying the feeling
as my ears migrated to the top of my head, and took on what I knew to be a tulip-shaped
horsey appearance.
When I lost feeling in my fingertips, I looked down and noticed that I was rubbing my
cockhead with what looked like hooflets. This is to say that the first two thirds of my
fingers were covered in what appeared to be a semi-hard black shell. I guess this is what
sent me over the top. I had been anticipating becoming a stallion, and this signaled my
completion. I stomped my hoof on the floor and threw my head back, my ears flat against
my skull. I was trying to hold it in but could no longer do so. A wild whinny broke from
my lips as I exploded across the room, steaming horse gunk flowing from my cock like an
out of control firehose.