John Fell for a Mare

By Malic

	College was on hold for a semester, and a mounting need for money had sent John deep into the country. Applications are no longer the way to go about doing things after a certain degree of separation from society is reached. Persistence was necessary for any degree of success out here. Deep into the country he found an opening as a farmhand.

	Any job paying below minimum wage brought with it a certain humiliation, but desperation often made fertile ground for humiliation to root itself. John’s desperation extended beyond the desire for wealth however, as in addition to poverty his virginity weighed heavy on his heart. This let his humiliation grow rampant and wild. It was no wonder he started to fall for the first person to really respect him, never mind the fact that she was a horse.

	He thought it a prank at first. There would be work to do among the stables and he’d hear snippets of conversation come from nowhere. Every time he went to investigate the matter nothing was found. All the rational answers such as people, speakers, or a dropped phone were each eliminated with his searching. Nothing rested inside the barn beyond farm equipment and two horses. The rich blond mare and her seal brown stallion would just watch as he searched beneath the hay bales.

	The farmer told John that the horses were kept on a promise to a distant cousin even deeper in the country.Concepts of a deeper bit of country lead to John’s hasty changing of the subject, his mind wished to reject the concept of such a place before it had time to manifest and drag him down. This felt like the edge of civilization as is, who knew what could lie beyond? He never wanted to find out. The miles of dirt road it took to get to work was quite enough of that.

Hidden speakers were crossed off the list of possible voices first, and cellphones with it. One of the dozens of hay bales might have had something to hide. John finally reached the point where extra effort no longer seemed worth it. His basic needs were met in a way that made ripping up hay bales would risky. Curiosity could go awhile without being properly satisfied anyway. The truth would come to him. At least that was what he thought, and perhaps to his credit it did.

	About a month into work John’s job longevity took on a weathered appearance. Baling the last of the hay. It was then that the mare approached him. He had never been too fond of horses, and certainly did not know how to manage one without reins. He moved slowly, spreading his arms as if to present himself as non hostile.

“You lost?” he asked jokingly.
	
“Nope, looking for you,” she responded as if it wasn’t weird that a horse just spoke.

A lot can cross the mind of a man faced with the unreal. How can anyone know for sure in what way they would feel at the tune of a pleasant voice letting them know, by existing, that animals could apparently speak perfect English? John was at a loss for words. He stammered a bit before taking advantage of her continued speech to remain silent and process everything those four simple words taught him. At least she seemed pretty sweet.

“I feel bad for snooping, but I heard my owner mumbling to himself about cutting your wages or letting you go,” she said in a concerned tone.
	
“Well...that might be a bit of a…” he watched her saddening expression,”I mean...I guess I could…”
	
“Please stay John. I know it’ll be a pain but I’ve grown awfully accustomed to your presence. I wanna start talking with you and it’s just a few dollars less per day by my reckoning,” she said, adjusting her stance a bit as though she were fidgeting.

“You want me to stay?” he asked incredulously, not quite comfortable yet with taking career advice from a horse.

“Well the long answer is that I think the farm is a better place with you around and that I really like how happy the farmer has been lately. The short answer is that I like you. You have a nice voice,” she said. 

“Alright assuming I do would you be interested in talking some more,” he said as her eyes seemed to light up.

“Again?” she said with a smile,”Of course I’ll talk to you again. Just don’t tell Bertrand. He don’t like humans the way I do.”

“Alright then, I...I guess I’ll take the pay cut. What’s your name again by the way? I heard the farmer mention it a while back but he never mentioned you could talk.”

“Oh, of course. My names Ella,” she said before turning around and trotting back to barn full to brim with energy.

John finished his work and talked with the farmer. Wage negotiations were tough, but for two dollars off the hour he managed to get some time with the horses every day. Specifically Ella of course. She was more comfortable to ride than a car to John, but it helped that she gave him advice all throughout the ride.

Between the simple instructions on how to slip comfortably over her back they talked. Then once he got the hang of riding her they continued to talk. They both had so many jokes and stories to share, and they finally seemed to have someone so share these stories with. Neither seemed to judge the other, both seemed to care deeply. They both came back to the barn feeling like they had just experienced one of the best days of their lives.

That night he dreamt about her. In the dream the turned around. Her yellow-brown fur looked so beautiful to him in the sunlight. He hadn’t wanted to admit it to her outloud. Now, in his dream, she could raise her tail upon his request. That alone was enough for him to stain his sheets during sleep. He knew that he was in love already, and it brought him a prolonged and pungent shame that kept him from opening up to the mare as much as he would like. It was a shame that sealed his fate.

Weeks went by. The work hours grew shorter and the rides grew longer. Money and summer were in short supply. He was beginning to grow anxious that he would never see her again. He still had not admitted to loving her. It took the last day of work for him to admit it. They were taking a nap under an apple tree together. She laughed at first, and thought about it.

“I love you too,” she said.

“What are we going to do?” he almost pleaded.

“Just ask Bertrand to turn you into a horse silly. Or let me do it. You won’t have to worry about money anymore, and you can stand side by side with me for the rest of your life,” she said with her usual smile.

“The stallion? I thought he hated humans,” he said, not wanting to argue with a talking horse about what was and what was not possible.

“Well yeah, that’s why he found out how to turn humans into horses silly,” she giggled,”I heard the farmer talking about using all the money you made him to expand the stables. He would be happy to keep a free horse, and as kind and considerate as you are you’d make a perfect stable buddy. We could spend so much time together!” she said standing up suddenly. She bit playfully at his ear, her go to move for getting him to do what she wanted.

“Hey hey okay! Look let me just sleep on it. This is a big decision,” he said as he pushed her away to stand up fully. It was a long walk to the house,” Talk it over with Bertrand. I don’t really feel comfortably communicating with him until I’m a horse since you say he hates humans. If I show up again I’ll do whatever you tell me to. If I don’t, it's because I backed out.”

That night he dreamt about her again. She told him to come to the barn that night. To mount her. To go all the way. He awoke in a cold sweet. His erection was distracting, and lasted through the entire drive like an awkward reminder that he should have admitted his affection much earlier. The dirt road to the barn was even less fun at night. There were many reasons he should not be doing this, but Ella trumped every single one that came to mind.

All the conflicting feelings about taking the job to begin with were so far from his mind. He found a shot at true contentment. Contentment with a mare he had fallen for so completely. This erection was driving him crazy. He couldn’t handle it. The rain began to fall. Heavy thick drops that splattered his car as he pulled to the side of the road. By the time he made it to the barn he was soaked to the bone and shivering. Bertrand and Ella watched as he took off all his clothes.They both watched as he brought himself to nudity before them. He felt confident. This felt right. 

His erection was harder than it had ever been. He tried not to look at Bertrend for long. There was a fear of emasculation should he spy the stallion’s cock before Ella helped equip him with his own. The stallion seemed to notice the human’s game of self importance and nickered slightly in amusement before leaning his head as if to tell him,” Go get her stud.” Even erect his human cock was nothing compared to the stallion. That wouldn’t matter for long though. He walked past Bertrand, paying the horse little mind.

Ella stood now in the middle of the barn. Bertrand kicked the door shut with an annoyed huff. The rain slapped at the metal roof impotently. There was a stool behind Ella. She always was so considerate. He looked forward to the time where he would no longer need one.It wouldn’t be long now he imagined.

“You ready human?” came the gruff voice of the imposing dark brown horse behind him.

“Yes Bertrand,” said John without looking back.

The human stepped forward onto the stool. Hick cock was just the right level for her. He sank in. Giving her everything he could. She turned to him and smiled. He almost finished with the sight of that welcoming glance of hers. He had wanted to do this for months now. Finally he had done it, and soon it would come natural to his new body.

“You’re going to be such a pretty mare John!” she shouted as he came.

John was too busy climaxing harder than he ever had before to truly let the words sink in. He moaned and held onto her as her flawless and perky opening milked him with wonderful precision. The old magic took hold. His changes had begun. The last drops of cum he would ever spill made its way into Ella’s body as he pulled out and off of her.

The soon to be former human whinnied in surprise at the speed in which the change was happening. Gaining mass with haste his body was coated in light brown fur. Losing balance he caught himself on a new set of hooves. He spent a few moments catching his breath. 

“M...Mare?” was all he could manage to ask.

“Well yeah silly,” she said matter of factly,” Bertrand is too jealous to turn a human into a rival. What was that thing you said about making horses Bertrand? It makes more sense when you hear it from him John.”
	
“I think Jane’s a better name now. Don’t you agree Ella?” he said trotting towards the changing human with a menacing glare,” As to why he’ll make a better mare just look at how long it took him to mount you. Chatting for month after month, and he mounted you how many times during that courtship?”

“Only once Bertrand, but he was awfully nice the whole time. I knew he was interesting on account of all the hidden erections and blushing, but I didn’t know how to say I was interested. I’m used to you just taking me the moment I start to get in the mood,” nodded the oblivious mare.

“Stallions can’t afford to be that shy Jane,” shot Bertrand,” but mares sure can.”

“I was...human….” John said stepping towards both of them. Ella frowned. Bertrand grinned. John's chest filled out.

“Well you aren’t now,” came Bertrand’s harsh response.

Ella leaned in and nuzzled the changing human. Her presence still brought him great comfort. For a moment he stopped fighting the changes. The acceptance, for the moment, allowed the change to steal his masculinity in the span of a second. There was nothing between those newly turned horse legs but a pair of teats.

Jane could feel her new sex winking. She had truly become a mare.

“Not nearly as cute as Ella, but no amount of magic could craft a mare as pretty as her I must admit. It’s no wonder she managed to even seduce a human,” said Bertrand.

“Oh stop Bertrand,” said Ella with a touch of nickering laughter. Jane even noticed a bit of blush slip across her face. Nothing she had ever said as John got Ella to blush like that. Jane felt like even less of a man now than when her cock and balls were taken.

“Fine Ella, but only if you talk your mare friend here into raising her pretty little tail for me. She’s looking mighty mountable this far along in the changes,” said Bertrand.

“Oh Bertrand, so soon? She’s still having trouble standing up straight and you can be pretty hard to handle,” Ella said as she turned to present herself to the stallion,” Why don’t you just go ahead and mount me first, show Jane how it's done so she can learn by example?”

“No!” shouted Jane, gaining some semblance of balance. They both looked to the newly transformed girl.

“Well,” said Bertrand,” I’m gonna fuck at least one of you in the next few minutes, and something about the way you shouted no makes me think you’d rather get mounted then watch me mount Ella ten times in one night.”

“Jane I’m sorry, he’s not usually this mean…” Ella trailed off, lowered her ears and avoiding eye contact for a moment,” If you don’t wanna get mounted day one I can take your place for the night.”

“I’ll do it,” said Jane before turning to face Bertrand,” but only if you stop pressuring Ella into deals like that Bertrand.”

“Very well,” laughed Bertrand,” but you have to raise your tail whenever I tell you to. Sound good?”

“Sounds good Bertrand,” said Jane with a frown.

“Jane you don’t have to do this for me. I know how to handle him, and I could have-” she started.

“You’ve done enough,” shot Jane. The former human caught herself glaring at the prettier mare, part of her still longing desperately for taking her like a stallion. She sighed,” I’m sorry Ella. I just wanted to be the one mounting you is-ahh~”

Bertrand’s tongue ignited a fire inside the new female. A transformation so powerful came prepackaged with several weeks of the new mare being in season, and Jane most certainly was. Not even remembering the deal to raise her tail her body did it for her on instinct as she stood up straight for her stallion. Her moan trailed off into a whimper. The new female was entirely unsure how to cope with such sudden bursts of pleasure.

“Bertrand please!” cried Ella,” He’s not ready yet!”

“Then she shouldn’t have made such a poorly thought out deal,” Bertrand said.

Tongue absent from her body Jane was able to think for more than a second as to just what the agreement might mean. And more than that, she was able to think clearly enough to smell the aroused scent coming from Ella as well,” You...you wanted him to mount you right after I changed didn’t you?”

Ella bit her lip and backed away,” John I still love you but-”

“But a mare has her needs Jane. You’ll learn that soon enough,” came Bertrand’s triumphant explanation just as he reared up to mount the farm’s newest mare.

Jane cried out in protest, but that was all the fight she had in her. Bertrand's comment applied to more than just Ella, she could feel her body calling out for the stallion to quench such needy flames with lust. His musky scent was almost making her feel drunk, and she caught herself thinking in the back of head just how attractive that smell happened to be. The male scent of those hefty orbs and that dangerously close to contact stallion cock, the one Ella and Jane alike caught themselves pining for subconsciously, was driving her on towards feelings far greater than desire. She needed him. She needed to be mounted. To be made fully into a mare. As the cock slipped firmly between her teats and she realized just how long it was a part of her started to think, maybe this wasn’t such a bad deal after all.

Ella squirmed and winked uselessly. The long time mare’s own arousal tainted the air just enough for Jane to catch another wiff past the scents of the male above. Ella shifted from hoof to hoof and nickered anxiously. Jane wanted to ask, but feared the answer almost as much as his one word question about becoming a mare. The stallion above huffed and adjusted himself, he was lined up. Jane decided curiosity was more important than humiliation for the moment she was still capable of forming coherent thoughts.

“Jealous?” Jane asked Ella with a shaky smile.

“Absolutely,” answered the mare with a touch of affection on her voice.

A whinny shook the barn as Bertrand thrust forward. The stallion’s manhood gained several inches of purchase with a single forceful thrust. Her cunt clenched down. She was nothing but need now. The size of Bertrand let Jane know precisely why her taking of Ella as John had accomplished little more than putting her now fellow mare in the mood. Bertrand was massive. Not even a quarter of his length was inside her now and already the mare felt full.

Words were well and good, but words alone could never hope to compete with a stallion’s mounting. Her new body invited everything the powerful male had to offer, and Bertrand was never one to pass up an invitation. Jumping forward again he slipped into her up to his medial ring. Biting down on her main she felt him press tight against her lewdly spread virginity. She clenched, almost to try and make him stop, but mostly to make it feel better when he made it further in anyway.

“Oh Bertrand she’s starting to love it,” teased Ella as she pranced around the barn with glee.

Bertrand simply grunted and pressed into his new mare all the harder. It was so much different than jerking off as a male had been. The fullness was so welcoming. The lewd pop as his medial ring slipped in sent a shiver through her body so strong every other second felt like her old human orgasms. Jane couldn’t even respond to Ella’s comment; she was much too busy holding up her stallion to do so. Every inch of that maleness let her know just how justified Ella was for her betrayal, and the feelings of inadequacy over Bertrand’s length hardly matter when this much of it was inside you. Now Jane was no different than Ella in regards to liking this male. Being under this stallion was a personal slice of heaven. She felt welcome beneath him. She felt like a mare should.

“Not bad at all Jane, you’re making a fine mare out of yourself,” mocked the stallion before slipping the last few inches of himself inside her body.

Jane nickered as she felt the swaying orbs come to rest. Bertrand’s hefty balls pressed up against her rear, below the lewdly spread sex. It served as a reminder by the pound of just how much of his lust would be filling her up soon. The stallion’s cock came to a halt, it was pointed point blank at her cervix. She was only just able to estimate how much cum her newly acquired cunt was in for. Pregnancy was the first word that came to mind. Permanency the second.

“You feel it don’t you, how the change sticks after conception. Don’t worry, it won’t be long now Jane, then the life of John will be nothing but a distant memory,” whispered Bertrand.

Jane felt a smidge of doubt rise up into the back of her throat. She almost protested. As good as this felt she could still run out from under Bertrand if she tried. She could flee. She could escape. Jane looked to Ella. Why should she stick around when the horse she loved could never appreciate her fully in this body? She stepped forward. She whinnied. She would be a human again. She just needed to-

“Too little, and far too late Jane,” came Bertrand’s commanding tone.

The stallion leapt against his new mare. She felt his balls slap tight to her backside. The distance she had generated with her walking was engulfed in a single thrust. It had provided just enough pleasure for Bertrand’s cock to finally flare up inside her. His shaft was massive, but now it was even thicker than before. The whole tip formed a stopped just before her final barrier to pregnancy. She never stood a chance.

“Mmm, seem to have gotten stuck. Perhaps with some practice you’ll learn to tug me off inside that delightful new equipment. Ella for instance is a champ at getting me to finish fast. Hey, Ella,” said Bertrand.

“Yes sir?” came an obedient tone of voice.

“Be a dear and put that tongue to work. Your mare friend here isn’t nearly as skilled at handling me as you are dear,” came Bertrand’s orders.

“No! Ella, you don’t have to…” whimpered Jane.

“I want to silly, you’ve been having plenty of fun with Bertrand already, It’s my turn already!” came the playful mare’s misunderstanding.

Jane didn’t get to watch Ella’s set to work on Bertrand’s balls. Only the side effect of her skillful tongue was felt by the newly made mare. Jane though back to all the things she had said. All the words she had spun so cutely to get him here. Now with a few more flicks of her tongue she truly did seal the fate of this desperate human.

Bertrand whinnied loud as he climaxed. Jane let her ears hang low. He was in the perfect position to claim her, and she had allowed herself to end up like this so easily. There was a bubbling rush of cum matched only in ferocity by the growing sensation of her first female orgasm. She caught herself whinnying as well, and in spite of all her contempt for the stallion she found that those feelings stood no chance at all in the face of such bliss. She caught herself milking him hungrily like a much more skillful mare. He licked her ears in approval.

“Fast learner it seems, I’ll be sure to put you to great use,” came his voice. If it meant more times feeling like this? Jane could see herself not minding for very long.

All together they secured Jane’s admission to the farm. There were also quite a few more mountings over the week to ensure that the spell had stunt. For a while Jane would curse silently to herself the way she enjoyed it when Bertrand’s spunk rolled free after he tugged out. The was Ella would watch and compliment her for working over Bertrand faster and faster each time he mounted her made it all the worse. It wasn’t something she wanted to get good at. It irked her that she somehow had. That didn’t last long though. Jane began to accept her role, and even took a liking to the way that her deal ensured she would always go first. Soon the two friendly mares would bicker playfully over who got to end up beneath Bertrand first.

Jane would sometimes play the guilt card. She would playfully tease her fellow mare for withholding that key piece of information. Ella would let that one win her over. She was glad her human friend had taken so well to equine life, almost as quickly as she had in fact.