A Stable Position

This was actually from way back in November but other stuff came out and I added a bit to it so...

"Are you sure?" he asks, not for the first time as we approach the stable.

Ugh.  I roll my eyes and sigh.  Not for the first time.

"Yessss," I tell him.  "Yes, I know what the job entails."

I mean.  Vaguely.   I skimmed.  The pay was crazy for a summer job.  Crazy.  Who pays someone twenty thousand dollars for two and a half months of work with the opportunity of it being even more than that with tips?  And I like horses.  There was a bit in there about that with all the rest of the dense legalese that I didn't read.  Very horse oriented.  Something... uhhh... something about... horses.  Spending time with them?  For the summer.

Maybe 'skimmed' is too generous.  The guy handing me the contract seemed nervous and weird.  Couldn't even look at me.  I just wanted to be done.  Already thinking about what I could spend all that money on.  Even if I have to help breed horses.  There was something about that.  Maybe that's why the guy was being weird.  Probably dirty thoughts of a girl leading a dude horse to a lady horse to do their business.

We stop in front of the closed double doors.  He shakes his head, mutters something about not understanding people and then he pulls one door slightly open so we can go inside.

"Well, here you go," he says, handing me a small piece of paper as we walk through the doors.  "You're the first one."

The stables are empty but well kept.  The air smells fragrant and, despite the chill outside, some kind of heaters were warming the place up. And-

Oh.  Ew.  What if- what if I have to like, uh, uh, manually help the-

"What the shit?!" I curse, waving my hand.

The paper he handed me bursts into flames that devour it before I can let go.  When my fingers separate, a thin black flake wafts through the air.  It's the only thing that remains, but, as I watch, it vanishes into nothing.  Less than five seconds after touching the paper it just vanishes.  Burning completely away.

Heat bursts into the air.

Buffeting me.

Surrounding me like the warm air was caressing my entire body, beneath my clothes.

I tug at my shirt.  Feeling it.  Feeling the warmth.  Really warm, actually.  Sweat courses down the back of my neck.

"What the fuck was thaaaahhhh my god," I groan, falling to my knees.

Oh damn, I can feel it.  Every drop.  Every inch.  My skin feels too tight against me.  Alive in a way I can't even describe.  It's fucking overwhelming.  It's like- it's like hundreds of tiny hands clenched against me, compressing my body.  But they're also twisting, touching, squeezing, massaging and my mind is going haywire trying to focus on all of it while the sweat makes a halting path down my back.  Where it touches, the strange tightness is replaced by a sharp sensation, as if the droplet was tugging against every little hair in its path and its path is lined by hairs.

"You might want to get undressed now," he told me.

"The fuck?  Are you out of your damn muh- muh- AH!" I cry out, grabbing at the collar of my shirt.

Muscles stand out on my arms as I try to tear my shirt apart.  When I fail, I grab the bottom instead and pull, throwing it to the side where it lands on a bale of hay.  My bra feels like it's slicing into my body until I can pull it away and I throw it roughly towards my shirt.

"I'm- I'm- I'm burnn- neeeeiiiigh!" I cry out, shoving my head forward.

My jaw aches.  Teeth crowding, pushing together.  Blood tracing down my gums until something pops and the pressure eases off.  I grab at my face and groan when I feel how.... how... rounded it is.  My nose flattens against my palm.  I rub at it and then gasp when little prickly things press into my skin.

Whiskers. I pull at the strange hairs and cry out again at the pain.  The flesh surrounding the whiskers is incredibly soft.  My nostrils widen.  I push against the very tip of my nose as if I could stop it from expanding, but it doesn't matter because my hands are forced apart when my face continues to lengthen.

"You- you didn't read it, did you?" he gasps.  "The ad.  You didn't read it."

My ears twist.  Something pops in my hearing and then there's movement beneath my hair. I grab and pull and curse when I feel my own soft, thick, long ears. Veins stand out on the back, bumping against my fingers while tiny brown hairs grow over the fleshy skin.

"No!  No!  No, I didn't fuuu-ohhhh!  OHHHHHH!"

My pussy clenches.  And then clenches again.  I thrust my face forward.  Tendons stand out against my reddened neck as my broad, flat teeth chomp together and my folded ears angle down.  My already thick eyelashes grow dense and long.

Something is flexing in my back, twisting against nerves painfully but I'm more concerned about my pussy and why I can't stop it from pulsing and why I can feel warm wetness spreading in my jeans, against my ass and thighs and-

I scramble, tearing at my zipper and buttons without even worrying about the guy standing there watching me but my ass swells before I can do much, ripping the seams of my jeans apart to show my panties briefly until powerful muscles form beneath my ass cheeks.  The seat of my panties tightens into floss that saws against my pussy.

It's still clenching.  My pussy.  A bulbous glob of cum hangs from a clear string latched to my asshole until my still-tightening panties sever the link, causing it to splatter to the ground.  My panties snap and I cry out in return.

Winking.  I can't stop it.  I'm trembling and gasping and can barely keep my hands away from myself.  The urge to shove my whole goddamn hand inside is overpowering.  My brain is on fire.  I neigh loudly, tossing my head while pounding my fists into the ground.  Slick muscles clenching.  As if gripping a phantom cock.  I want it.  I want it so bad.  I want to be filled up completely.  Pounded into oblivion by someone.  Anyone.

God.  God dammit.  I've never wanted dick more in my life than in this moment.  Drool dribbles from the corner of my broad snout while the horizontal ovals of my enlarged pupils widen to create a dazed, stupefied look.

My inner pussy lips burn as they bulge and I scream when something breaks low in my back.  My chest is forced to the ground while my ass lifts.  It feels heavy, swaying side-to-side while my knees shakes.  My hips open and it pulls my pussy, stretching it while the lips continue to thicken and grow dark.  They connect to my asshole with glistening black skin as it puckers and swells, the concave flesh pushing outward.

Something soft is touching my thighs. Something weird.  Skin stretches against my legs.  My pants continued to tear.  They tear apart and I feel it again.  A strange softness.

It takes effort to sit back to see what's happening now.  I'm so fucking horny and the position is irresistable.  It- it feels incredibly natural and good to be on my hands and knees with my ass up.  Waiting to be fucked.  To be used.  I don't care.  I don't care right now.  I don't care who fucks me.  Anyone.  I'd take anyone right now as long as it quenches that burning, aching emptiness even a little bit.  On the ground.  Ass up.  The thing in my back tugs and skin ripples over the stump of my tail.  Trying to raise high while my pussy continues to wink and drool, cum mixing with the dirt beneath me.

I have to force myself to sit back with my body struggling against me the whole time.  My legs are splayed out before me, barely covered by the rags of my torn jeans.  Rippling muscles stand out on my thighs and calves and I'm shocked to see short, silky brown hair growing down from my hips, covering my legs slowly inches at a time.  With a hard swallow, I force my eyes away from my legs to stare at the light gray patch of skin above the band of my ruined panties.

At the twin tits in the center of the soft, leathery gray skin with jet black wrinkled nipples dripping milk.

"The fuck-!  The fuck is this!  What the fuoohhhh shit shit shit shit!" I curse.

The- the udder is a mound of flesh that has grown down to my mons and up.  I reach a trembling hand to touch it and moan at how sensitive the skin is.  So soft and smooth.  I whinny as I raise my hand and then swallow and moan.  The teats are wrinkled conical nipples, at least two inches long.

A sudden mental image fills my mind - of someone kneeling before me, sliding their mouth down over the teat to take the whole thing in their mouth.  Like- like a blowjob.  Kissing and sucking and licking and nibbling until finally they're raising and lowering their head, squeezing the teat when their lips wrap around the tip and then pressing their hand flat against my udder when they slide their mouth down with their tongue flicking the teat the entire time.

My breathing is fast and hard and I don't even realize that I'm milking myself as I picture my imaginary lover.  My hands, covered by flat, short hair, squeeze and pull at my teat while my tail flicks and slaps my bulging ass.  Clenching my hand around the base and then pulling up, spraying milk that splatters against my tits and belly.  My nipples harden as if I'm touching them.  Sympathetic to the intense feeling in my teat.

I turn to yell at the guy who came with me but, instead, I find I can't stop staring at the obvious bulge in his pants.  My nostrils, black to match the soft skin at the tip of my snout, flare and I snort before inhaling deeply.

Breathing out, my throat warbles and a strange nickering sound issues forth.  I spread my legs, bending them while leaning back with one hand planted behind me.  My other hand is still pulling at my teat, but the milk is just dribbling down, coursing over my hand and crotch.

"Are you-" I swallow and raise my head and shake from a full body shiver while neighing loudly and stomping my feet.  "Are you going to just stand there?  I need it so bad."

"I- I can't- I-"  he squeezes and pushes at his cock and I moan loudly while watching.  "Where the hell are they?  They were supposed to be here already with the-  Dammit."

"It hurts so bad," I whine and my milk-coated hand slides down to my pussy.  Christ.  I've never been more wet in my life.  And so fucking sensitive.

My clit is enormous and I scream when I grip it with my fist.  I orgasm just from the touch.  I'm so fucking worked up that that's all it takes for me to cum.

"Oh, oh no," he groans and I spy his hand creeping to his zipper before he snatches it away.

With my own hand wrapped around my clit, I rub the head of it using my thumb, sliding it back and forth while my eyes roll back and my feet stomp.  I can't- can't- can't- think- straight- it's so- fuuuuuuuuck!

"My- my teats at least," I beg when I'm finally able to form coherent thoughts.  "They're aching.  I need-"

The thought is disgusting and weird on a low, low level.  I should be squicked out by it, but, really, I just want to be touched right now.  And fucked.  Oh god, I want dick.

He comes to me, finally.

"Yes! Yes yes yes yes!" I whimper.  I'd normally be ashamed of myself.  He's not my type at all.  It doesn't matter.  It doesn't matter any more.

When his face is close enough, I reach up and press my cum-coated fingers against his lips.  His mouth opens and I shove them inside and moan as he licks them clean.  Before he's done, I grip the back of his head and pull him down to my pussy but he resists and, instead, goes for a teat.

"It's so strange," he whispers as he touches me.  "I've- I've seen them, but-"

I jerk at his touch.  And moan.  And wiggle.  It's about ten times more sensitive than when I touched myself and that was already bad.

"Mouth," I gasp.  "Use your mouth."

He kisses the very tip of the teat.  Milk wells from the holes.  His tongue flicks out to lick the drops.  I press my knees against him, holding him tight.  When he takes the teat completely in his mouth, I scream and buck, shoving up into him before slamming back down to my well-padded ass.  My tail whips my back, the heavy, long hairs strike hard enough to leave welts.  The pain is new and exciting and I shiver.

As I stare down at him with lidded eyes, I notice my shoes bulging.  I watch them as he sucks on my teat, almost like my earlier imaginary lover.  He coughs and gags and pulls back when pushing too deep.

I should feel pain from my shoes.  I can see where the laces have tightened.  They should be cutting into me, but I don't feel anything.  A small hole appears in the sole of my left shoe.  It widens quickly and the shoe separates.  In comparison, the right shoe explodes with a muted pop.

My feet are longer with the toes pulled apart to show gaps between them.  They look mangled and-

"Oh fuck yes fuck yes yes yes Christ yes!" I scream.

He's started rubbing my pussy.  Stroking it.  Caressing it.  I snort and grab his hand, pulling it to force two of his fingers inside.  My orgasm is immediate and hard.  I've never been like this before.  It takes foreplay and time for me to get off normally but just his touch is driving me crazy.  I can't- I can't imagine what it'd be like with his dick inside.

My toenails are connected.  I'm twitching from the orgasm and drooling as I grip the guy's head to hold him against my udder.  My eyes are half-focused on my feet and I stare, dully, as the dirty, alabaster colored nails spread, hiding my toes as the toenails take on a rough circular shape.  They grow darker as they spread, fading to a dull gray before taking on an obsidian sheen.

Huh.  There's white hairs surrounding the hooves.  They're creeping up to meet the chestnut hairs still growing down from my calves.  Like little white socks.

I can't feel my toes.  And I-

His hand presses into my pussy.  His entire hand.  I go into convulsions.  I think I scream.  Or neigh.  Or both.  Or something.  I lose it.  I lose myself.  It's the most intense orgasm I've ever had.  He barely moves his folded fingers and it's more than I can handle.  I can't even breathe.  My pussy sucks his hand deeper as it spasms around him.

"Fuck it," he mutters, pulling free.

I twitch.  Oh.  I'm on the ground I guess.  Staring at him.  I feel so weak and uuuuuuugh- I buck and tremble from the aftershocks.

"Oh," I gasp out loud and then snort when I see his dick.

It's smaller than his hand, of course, but as soon as it touches my pussy, my mind blanks.  He leans in, rubbing his pubic hair against my udder as he slowly pushes into me.  My pussy clenches him tight enough to make him hiss and force his way inside.  I'm bigger.  I could take a way bigger dick than before now that I've been, umm, opened up.  And, still, the muscles are more powerful.  I feel every single inch of him and the way his body rubs against my udder and teats is just making it worse.

My legs wrap around him and my hooves knock together.  Holding him tight.  His fingers slide through the short hairs covering my breast while his lips latch onto my erect nipple.

Pleasure explodes throughout my body.  Fireworks.  He's pumping into my pussy while rubbing my teats with his body and sucking my nipple.  Everything is screaming at me.  I can't focus on anything past the building orgasm.  It's monstrous.  I'm almost scared of it.  Every time he thrusts into me, some of my cum leaks out.  My tail is thrashing beneath me, mixing with the muddy dirt.  My long, folded ears twitch at every wet smacking sound when he bottoms out against me.

"Oh, David," a voice says with a soft sigh.

The boy freezes, groans and then continues to pound.

"Almost there, almost there almost there there god yes right there," I wheeze.  My head is roaring.  I can barely breathe.  Tendons stand out on my neck like cords and I'm crushing him against my body.

"Might as well finish up," the voice says.

"I.  Was.  Gonna," David says.

I think he cums.  I dunno.  I, uhh, black out.  From my orgasm.  I feel it happening.  The darkness at the edge of my vision.  His dick is rubbing every microscopic nerve just beneath the surface of my pussy and it finally pushes me over the limit.  I squirt, spraying us both and even the man standing behind David.  And then, I'm out.

When I wake, I can't move.  I'm still so fucking horny, but I'm exhausted to the point that I can't move.  My hooves weakly carve a line through the dirt when I try to spread my legs.

David is on his hands and knees beside me.

His dick.  Jesus Christ!

His dick is drooping beneath his body.  It's massive now with a blunted tip and still growing.  Black hairs spread over his body to cover the hardened muscles stretching his skin.

"Sorry, kiddo," the strange man says.  His voice sounds like he's a million miles away and speaking through a tunnel.  "Can't stop the curse once you activate it."

"I.  Know," David grunts.  His jaw cracks.

"But, hey,"  the man says brightly.  "At least the girls will have a stud to keep them occupied in between sessions with our patrons.  We'll figure something out to tell your parents.  I hope it's worth it since it's permanent for you."

"It- it-" David tries to say.

I watch him pump his cock while staring at me.  My vision is going again.  My flat teeth chatter and I gasp and jerk against the ground.  The aftershocks are stronger than my old orgasms.  I'm losing myself again.

Soft hay covers the ground beneath me.  It's dark and I feel the cold of night just beyond the warmth of the heaters humming high above me.

"Hey, you awake?" someone asks.

I gasp and jerk back to see a beautiful black mare standing at the edge of- uhh, my... stall?  Her thick, fluffy black hair is tied back with a scrunchy.  She neighs softly and her long sable ears rotate to follow me.

"It's almost dinner time," the girl says.  She smiles.  I think.  "Heard you got fucked already.  How was it?"

"I-  What?"  I ask.

"Ahhh, I'm jealous," she sighs.  "They don't start me until tomorrow.  Oh!  And we've got a stud now?  All the girls are talking about it.  Tell me, tell me.  Is his dick like, you know?"

She spreads her hands far apart.

"Huge!" another voice calls out.  My ears twist before I turn my head to see a short mare two stalls down.  "Is it huge?  Is his dick huge?!"

"Y-yeah," I say.

"Mmmmm," the black mare moans and I watch her hand slide down her body.  Her arm moves as she starts to finger herself.  "Was it veiny?  And thick?  Did it look like- no, don't tell me.  I'll, mmmmmm, I'll wait to, ohhhhh fuck."

I can smell the girl and it wakes my barely hidden arousal.  And, soon, I can hear the others around me.  Whinnies mixed with moans and the sand of hands slapping against swollen pussies.

Less than thirty minutes later, someone arrives with a cart full of trays.  I can smell the delicious scent of food, but I'm too busy masturbating to care much.  Some of the other girls yell out, begging for the poor guy to fuck them but he just laughs and says someone will come after him with some specialized dildos.  Oh.  I guess... I guess I'm yelling out with them.  All kinds of dirty crap.  Flaunting my body and begging for his dick.  Telling him I'll suck him off and he can unload inside of me.

I can't stop thinking of him.  David.  And how he looked.  As I lay back, food forgotten while I pound my fingers into my pussy, all I can see is him.  The girl next to me opens her gate and slips into my stall.  She presses against me, clit to clit, pussy lips rubbing together and our voices cry out.  It triggers the others into an orgy that spreads quickly.  Soon after, I'm fisting the black mare while someone else kneels behind me, eating me out.

So, that's my summer sorted, I guess?  I can put everything together well enough.  Patrons paying to fuck exotic mares with David and maybe other studs filling in between.  Two and a half months of breeding.  Fucking.

There was money too.  The money- that sounds nice but I kind of don't care right now.  I think my priorities have shifted a bit because all I can think about is whether I can make this a permanent thing or not.  Maybe that will change.  It's just, somehow I doubt it.

As we all lie in a warm, fuzzy pile of bliss, all I can think is that this is heaven.  No need to worry about... anything, really.  All our needs are met.  Meticulous care.  One of the girls talks about how they read that there's constant hoof care and massages and brushing and...

I think I'm addicted already.