Charlie, the son of a farmer and perverted of desire after allowed seeing a stallion and mare breed. He gained a passion for watching equines mate, getting so close as when the stallion dismounted, several times Charlie got a face full of horse semen.
At first, the sudden spurt of semen hitting him he wiped off with the sleeve of his shirt, finding the scent of it provocative. So enticing the smell, the next time he got close to a stallion mating, he placed his face just inches for the action. This ideal got him what he wished for then, as the orgasm surge burst out from the mare vulva, drenching his face, neck, and chest.
Drenched in semen and vagina mare juices, Charlie went to lie down under a maple tree and took a scented nap.
When he awoke in was late afternoon and the sunny sunshine had dried the semen on his face, neck, and like starched his shirt stiff.
As with eyelids stuck shut with dried semen clinging to eye lashes and caked to his peach-fuzz face, head of hair, leaving a encrustation of juices stuck to his neck, he panicked. Charlie screamed for help, and when help arrived it was his father. Fatherly indignation raked Charlie verbally, no excuses could he offer, his father knowing of where his son truly belonged.
Sent away, Charlie found himself entering the realm of Circe and he met then the half man and horse just after the horse-man received word of how he might become all stallion, or all manly again.
One cannot imagine the whole of the actual scene when Charlie first approached the stallion-man and stood mouth open, astonished that such a wonderful thing could happen to a human.
The asking happened faster than did the offering, as Charlie begged to accept whatever came upon him, he kneeling did begin to orally suck the stallion-man to an orgasmic thrill. Charlie liked the flavor and scent of equine semen, sucking and sending this beautiful animalistic man through six orgasmic spewing loads down his young throat.
Three days in a row of oral pleasuring began the transfer, transforming Charlie to maturity, while making his maleness pony-like.
He having then a pony penis, sheath, and his testicles swollen of equal the size of those on a pony, his hormone production tripled, levels of testosterone soared. Charlie went sexually wild, he molesting the donkey jennets, two Welsh pony mares, and by getting on a stepladder, he tickled even Queenie to delights of sensual pleasuring.
By the six day even Circe knew of Charlie, she coming to the stable to welcome him officially.
The official christening enhanced his pony maleness to that of a mature five-year old stallion horse, while he begged for becoming more like an animal, Circe felt gracious and gave the lad something more to keep him thrilled.
Dubbed by the Circean wand, as Charlie arouse to standing before Circe, he felt and found his human skin becoming black horse hide. His peach-fuzz grew as spread, become the curly fur of a shaggy horse. He felt excitement and from it realized he had grown a tail. His tail he swished, touching what until then never saw the light of day or the tickling by a hairy tail.
A wealth of sensations began taunting Charlie. As Circe watched the lad learn of and appreciate his transforming form, she coaxed him to try his luck with a pony mare.
A quick turn and lunging at the black mare, the horse cock touched and sunk out of sight, sinking deep inside the mare.
Charlie stood sheath deep, hilted as it were, feeling his cock erection wander as delve, bottoming out. The mare swooned, she not born a mare but another young person changed by the spiteful witch. Rutting his mare violently, her vaginal muscles taking a firm grip on the invading shaft, she literally milked her stallion of all he had to give of semen.
Screaming about his sexual triumph, as Charlie dismounted the lusty mare, his whole body, arms and legs as well were coated with dappled gray and black curly fur.
Aroused still, his cock embedded deep, he combed his finger through the curly locks of horse fur, and turning to Circe to offer her his thanks, he whinnied quite loudly.
The sound of his throat issuing forth a whinny startled him, he looking at Circe with wonderment and fear in his eyes.
"What," Circe said as asking of Charlie, she knew what he felt and the fear in his heart, concerns and worry about his ever being human again.
Circe stepped close to her new stallion stable groomsman, she placing her strong right hand to the back of his furry head and mane. She told him to withdraw from the mare, which Charlie did as ordered. He stood there gawking at his changed self, as Circe pointed her index finger toward the still winking vulva of an aroused mare.
"Neighing," Charlie was asking of Circe what more she wanted from him.
"This," Circe replied, as with her great strength and hand to the back of his head she pushed his face into the winking mare vulva. Charlie screamed several whinnies, the vulva lips lapping as gulping in the face and head of Charlie down along the snug and sloppily slime coated birthing canal.
Charlie stood there with his arms flaying in the air, he with head and neck to his shoulders sunk deep into the mare sex, his air for breathing becoming difficult.
Something happened, charlie knowing it first, did cease his thrashing. Calm and succinct understanding took control of Charlie, he pressing with furry hands at the smooth, muscular, rounding buttocks of the mare, and eased his head out of her vulva. Once out, his head and face a plastering of vaginal slime and scared, frothing saliva, he licked his thicker lips, realizing they had changed, he having a muzzle.
Eyes wide with expression, Charlie felt his ears twitch on their roots, he looking down saw he was much more like a pony size horse-man than was the creature who fostered Charlie into an exchange of lifestyles.
And so it began, the stable rule of a young and impressionistic personage of equine form with a sexually perverse mind, the ultimate delight of Circe for her mares and when she too felt the urge, Charlie went into the bedroom of Circe for a night of rutting his queen.