From the storm to the hay (Monthly tale - 38) X

(Woman into horse)*

Metamorphose Aesthetics: Season 1

The blonde, pale skinned woman walked down the old country path with a single blade of hay  in her mouth.

Meadows were to the left and the right and she had a confident smile on her lips.

Cass’s plan had worked out beyond perfectly.

Her planned bank robbery. After months of meticulous scheming yesterday she had done it, with her team they had broken into that temple of greed and got out with enough money for a lifetime or two.

Well, she has got out... her team hadn’t been so fortunate...

They had been left behind, it was something she had had to do for the plan to work. She had to leave her team, her shackles, her old life behind, to finally be free.

As free as her heart desired.

And the cost...

Her boots paused for a moment.

She shook her head, not allowing any remorse or moral implications to trouble her mind. Cass pulled the strap of the leather backpack she was carrying on her back tight. Inside were her belongings and her prize money.

Her straw cowboy hat protected her from the sun that had been at peak power before it began to sink towards the horizon. Leaving the city had been easy, losing her ride an annoyingly unexpected problem.

Yet she didn’t let that demoralize her, she was a country girl after all. It was probably better this way, traveling on foot away from the main roads and paths where law enforcement would find her easily. Cass was used to hard work and a sweaty back, having to walk a couple of dozen kilometers to finally escape wasn’t a problem for her.

If she hadn’t got lost.

To make herself harder to track she had lost the convenience of a phone, but the good old paper map wasn’t helping much. The path she was following didn’t seem to figure on her map, which was kind of odd.

It made her feel like she was walking through an illusion... for some reason...

Cass shook her head again.

“You don’t have time for these silly meanderings, girl...” she told herself as she kept moving.

Behind her, far away in the distance, storm clouds were gathering, slowly following her route.

Her steps finally brought her to a bifurcation at the end of the path. She found there was a signpost with an arrow, which gave Cass some hope.

She looked at the sign then at her map... her confident smile trembled, she spat out the hay.

“Where am I?!”

The woman tried to read the sign once more, she blinked, her eyebrows frowned, she couldn’t read it, the words just seemed blurry, incomprehensible gibberish. It was as if the words weren’t meant for her, because she wasn’t...

“Jesus fuckin Christ...! Have I got dyslexia now?” her cheeks turned red, she put a hand on her forehead, it felt hot and moist. “Fuck off, you piece of trash!”

Angry.

Cass let out a long groan and kicked the sign down, still screaming out her rage. Once it was down she kicked and stamped on it even more, releasing the boiling frustration from her veins.

Stopping she took a couple steps backwards, her hand clutching at the map. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply... hearing the wind rustling the grass, the birds in the distance...

Her heart slowed down.

Her eyes opened.

It was obvious she wasn’t going to reach her destination before night fell.

“I need a place to rest before that storm catches my arse...” she mumbled, pulling a coin out of the pocket of her short denim skirt. “Miss Fortune guide me.”

Heads left, tails right, she tossed the coin.

The coin spun in the air and landed on the sand, perfectly vertically.

Cass’ eyelid flickered once, she snorted, chuckled and kicked at the sand and the coin.

“FUCK YOU TOO!” she yelled and looked towards the path to the right, then to the left, the distant rumble of thunder was on the horizon behind her. “Right it is!”

She began to walk in that direction, not even bothering to put the sign back up.

Miss Fortune smiled back at the bank robber.

Beyond the line of trees, surrounded by fields of grass, Cass saw the old farm.

A bunch of mismatched crooked buildings stood at the perfect center of the surrounding area. It was both ancient and idyllic at the same time.

Cass didn’t have to think twice before jumping over the fence and rushing towards the building.

“Hello! Anybody here? Sorry for sneaking in! I’m a bit lost and I need some help!” she shouted putting her hands around the sides of her mouth to form a megaphone..

No answer.

The blonde stopped, waited, there were only the sounds of nature.

“Shit, this crap hole is abandoned...” Sighing, she left her backpack and her hat resting on a rock, whilst the storm slowly approached the farm.

From close up it was obvious that no human had lived there for a long time, it had been abandoned apart from maybe some possums. The paint was dry and peeling from the wooden floorboards, and the windows were sealed...

There was one oddity that caught Cass’ attention - a lack of any graffiti or trash. It was strange because this old farm seemed like the perfect place for young folk to throw parties and ruin the ruins even more.

It made it all look as if there was a shivering coat of life that was impregnating the land, a muffled echo of... livestock... whinnies...The woman looked behind her and she saw another building, as gray and decayed by time as the rest.

The barn.

She was certain that livestock, particularly horses, were kept there during stormy nights. For some reason she was absolutely certain of it.

Cass blinked, rolled her eyes, another long sigh escaped her lungs.

“Ah, I suppose it’s better to have a roof over my head rather than sleeping in the bushes,” she shrugged, scratched her forehead and then took a long sniff of her armpit. “Geez! I smell like a filthy mule whore!” chuckled. “It has been a long trot from the city, hay, girl?”

She looked around and saw it, a water pump attached to a hose.

Smirking, but sceptical, she walked over to it and grabbed the hose, then pumped the handle a couple of times. Cass expected at best mud to come out of the hose, instead she was surprised when clean clear water came out forcefully, splashing on the ground.

“My luck is back, bitches!” she laughed.

Putting the hose near to her face she first took a sip  and then drank what felt like a few gallons. She gulped, satiating her thirst, the water sliding down her lips, dripping all over her chest.

“Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!” the satisfaction.

The woman dropped the hose and began to remove her sweaty shirt.

“I bet they used this to clean up the horses,” she said, taking off her shirt, her firm, shapely, well rounded breasts with their perky small nipples jiggled, braless and free, she toyed with her hard nipple for a while,  “I bet nobody is gonna get mad if a runaway mare refreshes herself quickly!”

Giggling, she quickly pulled off her boots and pulled down her skirt and panties, escaping into the bliss of outdoor nudity. Cass was quite fit and her skin was smooth shaven, her arse as equally desirable as her boobs. She stroked her bald groin, her finger slid across the tender wrinkles of her vaginal lips.

Chuckling.

She was quite excited.

Excited about being naked outside and showering herself with the horse hose.

Unashamed, she picked the hose up and began to clean the sweat and dust of her long trip from her body. The water slid down her skin, following the curves of her womanly shape.

“It’s not meant to last...” she whispered as pleasure made her eyelids close.

Blissfully cold, her free hand traveled around her skin, fondling. Her hair, face, the tips of her  nipples with the tips of her nail and then going lower and lower.

Her fingers tiptoed across her navel, then her crotch... her middle finger slightly penetrated...

Just the tip.

A gasp.

“Aahhh...”

And then a snort right behind her.

Cass’ bliss broke, she screamed, startled.

“KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” the woman covered herself up, raised a leg, hugging her tits. The water still flowing from the hose.

There was a long awkward silence as the naked woman stared at the horse that had sneaked up behind her. The beast was covered in gray spotted fur.

A male one.

Her eyes quickly took note of how well equipped the stallion was.

They stared at each other for a while.

Cass was the first to move. She lowered her leg and her arms, the hose still going, her hair was wet, drops falling from the tips of her nipples. The blonde stood, totally nude, in front of that horse, her cheeks turned bright red, her lips were closed stiffly.

The pristine fur of the stallion, his powerful muscles, so much bigger and stronger than her.

The dominating bulge of his sex.

She gulped.

She needed to say it before the words got stuck in her throat forever.

“I’m not a mare...” she told the stallion. “I’m not a mare, okay, fucker?”

The stallion remained undisturbed by the flickering confidence of this female in her status as not a horse.

The growl of the thunder was almost above them. The shadow of the darkening sky slowly reached them, covering the farmyard. The horse shook his ears, then his head, and just trotted away.

“Yes! That’s it! Leave, you stupid... jackass...!”

That’s what Cass said, yet she remained standing there, with her feet in the mud, looking at the horse as he left the area heading towards the meadow in the distance. She remained there for a while, naked and with the storm raging over her head.

Until the falling temperature put a chill on her skin.

“Crap...!”

Lacking a warm coat of horse fur and not wanting to get a cold, she left the hose, quickly picked up her clothes and belongings and began to seek cover from the impending rain. At first it seemed that she would try to enter the old farm house, but instead she ran barefooted towards the barn.

The building where she was certain horses were kept during storms.

Cass didn’t have any trouble opening the large doors and getting in. Once inside she closed them and rested her wet back against the door.

“Ufff...!”

It was warm inside, homely, the wooden floor covered in fresh hay.

Her mind, still wondering about that smug stallion, didn’t pick up on that oddity.

Outside the sound of raindrops began, not too strong at first, but the tapping and ticking indicated that it would soon break into uncontrolled havoc. Cass put a hand on her chest, her heart was going so fast.

She sighed, shrugged her shoulders.

“I am a mess today...” She left her dirty clothes in a pile in a corner and moved to another with her backpack. “As if I was going to let a horse fuck me... I’m not a mare...” the woman said, squatting down to pull fresh clothes out of her bag. “A woman... not a mare... Why the heck am I even thinking about this?”

Cass didn’t bother with underwear, she put on a white shirt, buttoning it up to only one button below her breasts, and a pair of very short jeans. Clothes felt constraining.

The blonde cleaned the mud and dirt from her soles, then considered wearing her second pair of boots... but her toes felt so good in the hay...

“What’s the point of horseshoes... Shoes, if you don’t have...” she frowned, rubbing her forehead. “Boots! Fuckin... Boots, what’s the point of boots if I’m going to sleep?!”

Her eyes itched a little, but she didn’t want to cry.

Thunder resounded outside, lightning crossed the sky.

She snorted and, finally, after her long day of disastrous adventure, just let herself lay down on the floor. Rolling around she got herself comfortable, feeling a tingly warmth in her sore muscles.

“Holy moly, half a life wasted trying to escape the countryside, just to have to escape the city and end up right back in the freaking hay...” she chuckled with melancholy. “It might suck, but darn if it isn’t true, if I didn’t have a bag full of money I would be barely better than livestock...”

Laying down in that meandering state she rested as the storm raged outside.

The melody of the raindrops was a soothing song, Cass slowly fell into a meandering slumber. She was so comfortable, resting on the hay, the tiny tingles from each of the tips of the stalks of straw made her skin shiver with pleasure.

Her voice giggled.

She was home.

Just like any other horse would.

Safe in the barn that smelt like her kindred, safe from the storm outside. Not having to worry about mundane human annoyances because...

Because she wasn’t human, she wasn’t a woman, she was a...

The lights of the barn had turned on when the darkness descended, nobody had turned them on but somehow the building still had electricity. The blonde didn’t open her eyes, but her eyelids shook from the assault of the faint orange shine.

“Who turned the light on...?” she mumbled. “Am trying to sleep, yu cucksuker...”

Her voice was lost in the babble, she fell asleep.

She was free.

Freer than she could have ever imagined.

Naked, outdoors, on all fours, as it should always have been. Powerful muscles that kept her wild body moving. She was running, no, galloping, galloping as an unshackled mare.

Unbound and unbothered, a beast, not a person.

There was no place for a treacherous creature like her in human society, but reduced to a noble steed, at least she could be better than she had been in her pretension of humanity.

Cass was made for the herd, not the city.

The mare kept running as the dream consumed the woman, so real, so vivid. Her hooves, her sisters and brothers running through an infinite meadow.

The stallion following close by...

She was his favorite, he had mounted her many times... foals soon...

Soon...

Everything began to blur around her, reality began to collapse.

Looking down she no longer saw hooves, but her meek arms and legs. She couldn’t keep up with the herd, anxiety strangled her heart, she couldn’t breathe.

“N-No... Wait...” the woman babbled, shivering in the hay.

She...

The loud stumble, an even louder crash of thunder, then the slam.

Cass rose up, hay in her hair, wind and rain hitting her face.

“What... What the...?”

She rubbed her eyes and eventually managed to open them. The lights had turned off, leaving the place dark and unwelcoming, her straw cowboy hat flew by, close to her head before leaving the barn, the storm had torn open the doors... and the wind was dragging away her bag...

Her bag full of money.

The money she had given up so much for.

“No...!” she whispered, getting up. “No! NO! NO!”

She shouted, stumbling before running at full speed towards the doors. At the last possible second she jumped and managed to catch the bag’s strap.

“NO! You are not leaving!” Cass pulled with all of her strength, the storm did the same in the other direction, seemingly with will instead of just the chaos of nature. “It’s mine! MINE! I gave everything for it!”

Cass’s shirt burst open freeing her tits, it flapped over her shoulders along with her hair. The blonde bit her lips, tears in her eyes, her muscles ached.

“Nnnghhhh...” her feet slid across the wood and her desperate eyes stared at the bag, lifted up against the storm, her pupils stretched horizontally, exactly like those of a horse. “Everything...!” she groaned. “I gave everything for this! EVERYTHING! You can’t take it! YOU CAN’T...!”

The strap broke.

It began with her ears, that had started to elongate and grow pointy, they flickered and lowered. Her face, slowly gaining those same equine traits, became a mural of sorrow as she witnessed the bills flying away, forever out of her reach.

Claimed by the storm.

“You can’t take away my freedom...” sobbed Cass, standing in the hay with her boobs being fondled by the harshness of nature.

She was wet, not only from the raindrops and the wind and neither just from the tears. Inside her shorts her vagina was munching the cloth, sensitively eager for sex.

The woman’s breath grew heavier as her lips trembled.

Her pulse increased, her hands shook.

A chill in the spine.

Grim anger filling her heart, swelling her chest. A deep rage inside it, brutal.

Beastly.

Cass grunted, snorted, flicked her ears, clenched.

The end of her spine began to bulge, thunder and lightning filled the sky and illuminated the dark interior of the barn, allowing her scream to come out.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!”

She collapsed down onto her knees, grabbing her sides, every inch of her body was vibrating, from her muscles to her skin. Her heart was pumping blood, warming up.

Still sobbing she leaned forward, brutishly shoving her hand inside her pants and started to pleasure her cunt. That vagina welcomed her masturbation, spreading and deforming to allow more of her hand to slide in... as a promise that it would soon be filled by a stallion cock...

“Fuck it...! Fuck it! FUCK IT!” grunted Cass as she lost all control with her self pleasure. “FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEHIIIIIIIIIGH!”

The whine came directly from deep within her lungs, making her kneel up on her knees. She remained in the posture, still rubbing her changing cunt, sweat between her tits, her pointy ears covered by hair, her nose slightly blunt between surprised horse eyes. She became fully aware of the neigh, just as she was aware of the hay beneath her knees and the storm outside.

But in truth, she already knew, she had already known long before her misdeeds had led her to this cursed land that was going to be the finishing point for her days as a human. That didn’t make her any happier. Cass clenched her fist and her face, whilst still masturbating she let it all out.

“Neigh! NEeeeeeigh! NIIIIIIIIIIEEEEE-IIIIIIIIIGH! NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!”

Frantically, she struggled with her clothes. Ripping her shirt, pulling open her jeans.

Now, back in her nudity she lowered herself down onto all fours, increasing the speed of her masturbation.

“Uuuughhhh... Nuuuuuuuughhhhhh...!”

Gasps, snorts and moans, unintelligible as the flesh of her cunt darkened around her fingers.

A fleshy symphony of rubbing, louder than the storm. The expansion of the Blonde’s rear began, buttocks swelled as vagina and anus re-positioned, swollen, darker and leathery. Above them the twitching lump of a tail kept gaining length, the first blond hair sprouting from stretching skin.

Cass couldn’t stop herself anymore.

Her shoulder blades swivelled as she gradually increased in size, her muscles tensed up, her eyes shut in pleasure.

Beyond the rubbing, at the ends of her legs, her toes also acquired their own ration of changes. the nails blackened on her middle toes as they began to crack and morph.

Cracks, snaps, bumps.

Thousands of small noises as the larger changes build up.

But Cass had already surpassed the speed of the changes.

In her crazed, angry heat she had moved faster than her slow burning metamorphosis.

From lazy farmhand, to bank robber and now to soon-to-be mare, Cass had always wanted more, too much maybe... she was horny and that meant that she wanted it now.

“I couldn’t escape...” she babbled in sexual bliss, raising her arse and lowering her forehead onto the hay. “I couldn’t escape... stable whore...!”

Incoherent and fixated.

“Neiiiigh...! NEIIIIIIIIIIIGH!”

Her hooves in the making slid over the floor as one last push into her pussy made her cum. She vibrated at the orgasm, her legs shook, her eyes went blank.

Woman and mare twisted in the mental mist inside her head, merging into the singular.

And she collapsed.

Not yet mare enough, not even being done with her transformation, Cass fell down. Her fingers remained slowly massaging her equine cunt whilst she lay in a daze somewhere between sleep and wakefulness

In that state she snoozed for what seemed an eternity, still feeling the echoes of a wave of inhuman orgasms. She remained like that until the sounds of the morning made her pointy ears flicker.

Her eyelids slowly opened, through the half closed doors of the barn she saw bright sunlight.

In the distance the wind ruffled the grass, birds... her nose sniffed...

Something else, something her body still craved.

The storm was gone.

Cass wasn’t sure how long she had been asleep, it was one of those quick naps that seemed to only last a blink but takes you the best part of a bad day. Her hands slid out of her cunt, the cum having dried during the night.

With considerable trouble she lifted herself up, but not fully, she no longer seemed capable. Her spine was locked in a posture that made her lean into the quadrupedal.

“Neeigh... Neeed... Out...” she grunted.

Half-asleep she staggered towards the light, the exit, the meadow.

Her finger felt wrong and numb, her rear was too heavy for her developing form. Bigger and stronger, but still bound to her crumbling past.

“Neeeeeed... Ouuuuut...” she repeated.

Clops instead of steps.

She reached the doors, stumbled against them. The light was so blinding, her ears were hidden in her hair.

Nervous and confused, complex thoughts were mixed with other simpler matters.

Hungry and horny.

The mare-woman pushed at the doors and came out, dropping down onto all fours on the other side.

“Nnnnuuuuiiighhhhhhh!”

Trapped as quadrupedal Cass panicked in a mindlessly feral way. She kicked her legs and tried her best to get up, tried her best and failed as she had failed at so many other things in her life.

Her efforts only quickened her changes, her legs grew longer and her neck also stretched.

Whilst she was distracted watching as her hands turned into sturdy hooves her chest abruptly expanded and barreled outwards, causing her to whine more.

Her tail swayed over her vulva, her body grew, neck stretched. Clenched bulky teeth, her face deforming and pushed out into a muzzle.

“Am no mareeeeeeeeeeeigh!” she tried to scream as her field of vision suddenly became weird due to the new separation of her eyes. “NO MAREEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!”

Cass jumped and kicked again, like the beast she was.

Less and less of a woman with every second lost in mindless panic.

“Neeeeeigh! Niiiiieeeegh!”

She neighed louder... and her neighing finally met her fate... in the form of a horny stallion.

“NEIGH!”

The male only needed to whinny once to make the mare stop. Cass, trembling from her hooves to the pointy tips of her ears, bent her muscly neck to look behind her.

It was the gray spotted stallion.

Of course it was.

The soon-mare didn’t need to see the approaching male’s erection to know that he was going to mount her, that she couldn’t do anything to stop him and that when it was done only two horses would remain.

A male one... and a female one...

Still, she softly shook her big head,

“Nruuuughhh... NRooooogh...”

But she didn’t move much.

Her tail lifted and she wasn’t entirely sure it was against her will.

The stallion found this mare slightly strange, perhaps because she looked as if a horse had suddenly sprouted inside a human, but she smelt just right, she was wet and he would never leave a lady from his herd in need.

Cass bent slightly forward when the male mounted her rear unceremoniously.

She froze.

“...Shiiiiiiiiiit...” snorted.

There was no thrust, no rampant push or brutal slam of a cock. Very deliberately slowly the stallion slid his penis inside the mare’s vagina. Cass’ eyes widened as she was penetrated inch at inch... and there were a lot of inches...

Pleasure chilled her spine, as the changes progressed. Fur coated her skin, it was light brown. The hair of her tail reached it’s full length as that on her head became a mane, both brightened up her original blonde.

With the motions of sex her mind  slowly broke and reformed and broke again.

The woman consumed by greed, by the hay, by anger, by the storm.

By lust.

She half-smiled as the pumping speeded up.

Getting dragged deeper by the changes, her boobs shrank and slid down towards her groin, becoming a swollen pair of teats ready for a hungry foal's mouth.

Now more horse than human.

Cass’ fragments were rebuilt in the shape of that horse with the last wave of changes that reshaped her skull, elongating the bone into her muzzle. The boiling meat inside her cunt was about to erupt, leaving only one possible finale to her tale, yet Cass kept babbling one thing as the last shred of her previous self was erased.

“Nooooo mareeeeeeei...!” she grunted and snorted. “Nooouuuu merieeeeeeeeeegh!”

She babbled... until only the mare was left.

A mare getting fucked by a stallion.

With the conclusion of the changes the stallion unloaded his seed with the power of a cannon, blasting his mate’s ovaries, overflowing her cunt so much that the cum leaked out.

They both neighed blissfully as beasts.

The stallion dismounted his mate. He rubbed his neck against hers and then walked away to graze on some grass.

The mare stood there, hot sperm dripping from her cunt, her heart easing.

She saw a blade of hay on the grass. Carefully she leaned her long neck down and picked it up with her blocky teeth. She stared around, at the infinite meadows beyond the fence.

Despite being right behind her the barn seemed several lives away.

The storm had passed, the hay tasted good.

She was a mare.

Wind fondled her long tail and she felt her vagina twitching.

Perhaps a soon pregnant mare.

But just a mare.

A mare unbothered by ties, shackles or money.

A mare that had learnt that the only thing she really needed to ditch to be truly free was her humanity.