Out by a doubt (Monthly tale - 4) X

(Man into mare)*

Close to the time of the ceremony, the groom entered the stables alone.

A respectable, handsome, ginger haired man, wearing an immaculate black tuxedo, his shoes stepped between the stalls. Frederick Rickson, Fred to his friends, his family and his beloved. 

A proficient athlete, smart businessman and the elder heir to the Rickson fortune.

The man was polite, intelligent and well spoken, a vivid image of manly reliability... but he hadn't been able to wash away his doubts for the previous three months.

He stopped, putting a hand against one of the wooden walls of the stable, as the ache in his head and stomach pierced his heart once again.

Fred couldn’t understand why he wasn’t able to discard those thoughts from his mind, thoughts that had once only seemed like a passing joke and that were now tormenting him, both mentally and physically.

He knew that he shouldn’t have any doubts about his beloved Mary,  he truly believed that she wanted him, not his money and that she only wanted to marry so early because she dreamed of a perfect wedding, the same as any other girl.

He knew it was true and so didn’t have any doubt about that. No, he doubted himself, he doubted that he really wanted the wedding, he doubted that he could be a proper husband, or a proper man… he doubted that she was really his beloved, no matter how many times he repeated it to himself.

It was just like it had been with Lisa, she had been his beloved before Mary, but once it became too real, the aches attacked his belly and he ran away… but now, so close to the altar, he was once again trapped between the sword and the wall…

An anxiety attack, a chill across his spine, it was hard to breathe…

“You can doubt once, but if you doubt twice…” that’s what his grandpa had told him back then, when the old man had still been alive.

“What…?” he muttered, with a hand on his belly. “What happens if you doubt twice?”

Fred wasn’t sure he wanted to knew… 

Mary did not deserve to be left at the altar… she was so kind and trustworthy… but he… what could he do to…

The loud snort made his train of thought crash and burn, he looked round and saw the white horse's large head looking at him over the stall gate.

It was one of Mary’s wishes, to arrive at the church in a carriage.

Fred looked at the horse and then chuckled, and after chuckling he burst into laughter, easing his pain.

The groom stood up straight and moved towards the horse, and then petted the hairy dark chin of the beast’s muzzle.

“Hey there fella…” he muttered and looked around, it was the only occupied stall on the stable, which was weird, due to the fact that the carriage needed two horses… “So I'm not the only one feeling lonely and miserable here then?”

The horse shook his head and whinnied softly, the swinging of his white tail directed Fred’s attention towards the horse's rear end, his eyes caught a glimpse of a dark dormant sheath and the leathery sack containing a pair of proud balls.

Fred's smile grew melancholy as he talked, stroking the horse's chin more, making him raise his head and flip his ears with delight.

“You're a buddy, uh? A stallion… a real man…” the stallion snorted and Fred chuckled again. “More of a man than the joke I am, that’s for sure…”

His fingers moved slower as the beast lowered his head and their eyes met, the big brown ones with horizontal pupils looked on with conscious calm… as the green ones with the round pupils dilated… 

“What… What it’s…”

Fred’s feeble whispers were cut off by the squeezing of his heart, he removed his hand and stepped backwards until his back hit the wall opposite the stall's entrance, and he started to hyperventilate.

“What’s going on…?!”

Another anxiety attack, the worse one so far, his trembling fingers struggled to loosen the bow tie around his neck as the suffocating heat soaked his skin.

The blasting, blazing sensation climbed his spine, racing and zapping up bones and flesh.

Standing on trembling legs, Fred pointed his face up towards the ceiling, stretched his neck, and let it out.

“IEEEEEEEI-I-III!”

Lips trembled open, moving up and down, as he made the loud anguished sound, when he ended, both man and stallion snorted.

Fred grabbed his neck, tears in his eyes.

“What’s going on?!” he repeated, even more scared. “Please?! ARGH!”

Another blast, this time of cold, directly into his groin, it felt… it felt just like it does when your arm goes to sleep … it felt… as if they had just fallen down…

Already crying and already panicking, the man opened his legs and rushed to unfasten the belt of his pants, which he then lowered to his knees along with his briefs with a snort.

His so terrified eyes saw his dangling flaccid penis and scrotum, surrounded by ginger pubic hair…

“No, no, no… please…” he saw it, not able to do anything, or to even want to touch it.

He saw as the skin of his pride and his sack, both flaccid and small, started to roughly and unceremoniously turn leathery and black.

Fred could barely feel it, and could also barely believe the strange bizarre mutation that had just occurred to his penis.

“Please! PLAEEEEEEEEEE-IIIIII!”

This time the stallion whinnied in sympathy with him as he dropped down onto his knees.

“PEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIII! EEEEEEEEEEEEI!”

The groom yelled and yelled, grabbing his neck again, a neck that was growing longer and stiffer with each mocking whinny.

His belly started to inflate along with his butt, but lucky for him his pants were already down.

The sensation of his nose becoming blunt and his ears stretching finally forced him to fall onto all fours.

He snorted, stretching his neck forward as his ginger hair began to slide down his elongating vertebral column. 

“What ish? WHAT ISH HAPPEEEEEEEENING! HEEEEEEEELP!” 

The tension in  muscles and the skin, the heat - his buttocks cracked open, revealing his swollen anus to the horse behind him, his anus was now as dark and rough as his sex, clearly visible, surrounded by the pale sweating skin of his expanding rear.

“HEEEEEE! HEEEEEEIIIII! HEEEE-EEE-ELP!”

The stallion shook his head once more.

The gap between those whinnies was when he was forced to clench his reshaping teeth due to the sensation of his balls beginning to pull up inside his body.

The spasm caused by that sudden humiliating shift forced Fred’s legs to move, ripping his pants and underwear in half and hitting the door to the stallion’s stall at full strength.

Fred put his leg back down as he felt the sensation of a tail emerging from above his enormous rear… and the sensation of his dick shrinking above the hole that had been left by his balls.

“NOOOO! NOT MY COCK!” he snorted. “NOT MA COCK! NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!”

He could only shut his eyes and shout his protest as the fleshy twists, shifts and sounds impossibly ended in the formation of a new equine vagina.

The broken door of the stallion’s stall slowly slid open…

Fred raised himself up on his arms and legs, his feet expanding towards the limits of his shoes, his convulsing body expanding, stretching, breaking.

The front of his shirt and the back of his jacket began to slowly rip as his shoulders separated and his chest barrelled up.

He felt his over inflated nipples sliding down toward his groin to form teats, he felt the long ginger hairs, ginger like the ones forming the mane of his new longer neck, slapping his new flanks, and the final last shift as his womb finally became accommodating, finishing the complete reshaping of his reproductive system.

He felt the lips of his fleshy swollen equine vulva opening and closing...

“Nort thish! NOOR THIIIIIII-IIIIII-IIIIIIIISH!”

Mass kept increasing as he grew in both size and length, fingers and toes started to clench together and he heard the sound of clopping hooves against the wooden floor.

“Nrooo…!” he gasped as he saw through the corner of his eyes the white stallion trotted out of his stall…

The stallion smelt and saw, there was a raised tail, a dark vagina, a butthole and a pair of black teats below…

To him it just seemed like the rear of another defenceless mare, maybe one slightly less hairy and slightly smaller than usual… but he wasn’t picky at all.

Horror punched into Fred’s overheated heart as he saw the round head of the stallion’s penis leaving its sheath… his own cunt seemed to gape in front of such sight…

“NRO! NEEEE! NROOOOOOO! NROT MREEEEEEE-IIIIIIH!”

His attempts to crawl away were hopeless and clumsy, using his trembling, elongating, arms and legs with their almost completely formed hooves, he left his shoes behind as the shreds of fabric fell from his oversized body, leaving him almost naked, if you didn’t count the socks still on his rear hooves.

Sadly, the stallion had a lifetime of experience in quadrupedal movement and Fred soon felt his weight on his butt and the heat of his breath on his back…

“NROOOOOO! PLEEEEEEEIIII-IIIISH!”

The groom’s face kept pushing forward, the bones in the jaw, the cheeks and nose lengthened, the stallion grew closer, leaning over him, his weight locking him on place… the heat of the erect penis closer to the heat of the vaginal entrance…

“I nroooo wanna thiiish…! I nro wanna! NROOOOOOSH… Nrosh wanneeeee-eeee…”

Fred realized them, as his pleas died, that he had never known what he wanted… and so… maybe the stallion… or maybe just his luck, were deciding for him, whether he liked it or not…

He sobbed as the stallion bit his neck, forcing him to lower his head and spread his legs, his tail slapping against the male's belly…

No ceremony started the changes…

No ceremony took away his manhood…

And no ceremony happened when that big horse cock penetrates his big horse cunt.

He whinnied and after three thrusts he realized another thing… that he was now a she… and that she belonged to this stallion…

Snorts and grunts, pushes and slippery, squelchy sounds, clops scratching the wood, she was now as big as him and so the red fur began to cover pale skin, sprouting all over the sweaty body standing beneath the male.

As the friction of the sexual act gained in speed the naked, crying man trapped inside the mare’s head also dropped down onto all fours and neighed and suffered the same changes that the flesh had just suffered…

A red mare getting fucked by a white stallion over the shreds of the groom’s clothes.

The mare didn’t have any pride left to swallow, overtaken by beastly equine pleasure, she only had the knowledge that her days as human and man had been over since the moment when she had foolishly dared to doubt a second time…

Her eyes green irises expanded and her pupils became horizontal…

Both horses uttered an unbroken neigh of blissless pleasure at the same time as the female’s womb was filled with the male’s seed, sealing their bond.

The stallion dismounted her and walked over to her side, to rub her neck with his muzzle.

She snorted and shook her mane and clopped nervously, the socks felt annoying on her hindquarters. When the stallion realized that she was trying to pull them off he gallantly helped her with his teeth.

The mare was completely naked by the time the man’s voice made the ears of both horses flicker.

“What the heck is going on here?!” shouted the carriage driver, entering the stable.

He looked around, but the broken stall door made him miss the shreds of clothing on the floor, he took a look at the dripping cunt of the female.

“You damned horny mules! Couldn't you even go a day without sex?”

The stallion whinnied with pride, the mare lowered her ears shyly.

She blinked, feeling afraid as the man tied ropes around her and her mate’s neck, she trotted closer to the stallion as the driver led them both out of the stable, towards a beautiful gold and silver carriage that seem to have been pulled from the ending of some fairy tale. 

…

The bride arrived at the place the ceremony was being held in a carriage pulled by a white stallion… and a red mare…

It was a wonderful villa for rich people, reserved for the day exclusively for the ceremony, one of the last checks that Frederick Rickson had signed in his human life.

Mary, wearing a perfect, pure white dress, arrived just in time, but when her dad led her to the altar, the groom was nowhere to be seen.

The idea the he was just late or lost managed to remain for a stunning twenty-seven minutes, but at the half hour mark, as the bride’s eyes were beginning to fill with tears, they all knew that the groom wasn’t going to appear.

The drama began in the room as the bride’s family began their accusations, the groom's friends and younger brother went to look for him, but they only found his tattered clothes on the floor in the stable, in front of the broken door of the stallion’s stall.

But nothing else was ever going to be found, or, in any case, nothing of him as a man.

The mare and the stallion were tied to a tree near the steps leading up to the entrance to the villa, so they could be fresh and rested as everybody waited for news.

Mary was sitting on the stairs, without her veil and with her makeup ruined by tears, nobody seemed able or willing to try and comfort her.

Soon, the frustration at not being able to run free started to affect the stallion, which the mare noticed… and then willingly raised her tail.

The bride tears stopped for a moment when she saw how the male horse mounted the female and both began, without any delicacy or respect, to mate in front of the guests.

Some laughed at it, others seem outraged, and others just ignored it.

Mary, for her part, felt a little envious…

It was only her second time and the mare was already so much in love with it…

There was still the humiliation - product of the knowledge that she should be the groom, standing at the side of his sobbing wife, and not a naked female beast of burden having sex with a horse… but that only seem to make it better…

Everybody could see her.

Everybody.

From her parents, to her friends, from her sibling, to her supposed to be wife and…

It was so liberating, not having to hide anymore, not having to pretend, even if the cost was having to live as a broodmare… well, she was already thinking of how many foals she could have…

The snorts and grunts don’t startle Mary as much as the woman's voice.

“At least somebody's having fun…”

Mary looked up and saw the woman in the blue dress, hypnotized by the equine sexual performance, she hadn't seen her arriving, nor did she like it when the woman sat down by her side.

“I’m Lisa,” said the woman in blue, showing the bride her kind smile.

The bride just hugged her knees.

“I know who you are…” she said with a tearful voice.

“Yeah…” Lisa tried to chuckle. “I told Fred he shouldn’t have invited me… especially if he wasn’t going to show up!”

“Very funny…”

“Sorry…”

Both women talked, looking at the mating horses and the beautiful, lustful green eyes of the red mare.

“Can we really blame him?”

Mary frowned.

“Are you serious?”

“I’m not saying that he's done the right thing, he shouldn’t have left you at the altar, that’s just a dick move… but you know, he’s not very…”

The mare raised her head, her lips open showing her big teeth.

“Manly…” said Mary, finishing the sentence.

“Exactly… You know, I kind of feel… that we aren’t ever going to ever see him as… him…”

The stallion unloaded his seed inside the mare’s cunt and his large, heavy cock slid out as he dismounted the female.

“You know what… I think you're right, lucky for him… because I was going to cut off his balls…”

“I’m not sure if he had any of those…”

As the stallion lay on the grass, for a moment Lisa was scared that maybe she had gone too far, crossed some uncrossable line… but then she heard the bride’s clear chuckle…

The women look into each other’s faces, with blushes under their eyes, as the friendly chitchat flowed like a river…

In the distance, the mare was cleaning her satisfied vagina with her tail, the women had stopped paying attention to her and that… she didn’t know how to feel about that, so she decided not to care, feeling somehow happier as she saw them talking and laughing, bonding over that joke of a man known as Frederick Rickson on what was supposed to be a terrible day for all of them.

She had her place now, her green eyes glowed peacefully, she slowly bent the knees of her four legs and lay down at the side of her mate, her stallion, a real male… not like her…

Closing her eyelids, the red mare rested her head across the white stallion’s back, enjoying the warmth of his fur, the grass against her teats, the rhythm of his slow breathing and the beating of their hearts.