Mare-ied
Written and Edited by PgFalcon

'' Hey sweetie ... '' coos my bride. `` neural ? ``

'' Not at all honey, '' I say triumphantly back, careful not to peek before the ceremonial begins. Bad luck and all you know.

But I do have it off that she 's going to be wearing that whiteness dress we picked out ... and that Marilyn is the most beautiful adult female in the world. I grin as I remember my proposal ... 'Mary, will you marry me ?'

'' This will be a walk in the parkland. zero will go wrong. '' I say reassuringly.

But she continues to fret.

'' Oh, I hope so ... ''

I myself do n't look half bad dressed up in my black tux with my pilus combed back.

'' It 's going to be a while before I 'm ready, '' she calls. `` Go ahead and keep our families company. ``

'' Sure thing, '' I say back, blowing a kiss, then strut out the spine threshold into the open field of force where the chairs have been laid out.

'' She 's going to be a bit longer, '' I call out, `` So everybody can get comfortable ! ``

On the get out side sits my modestly gravid extended menage, and on the right sits the three doughnut circus ... woops I meant to say my soon to be relative-in-law.

A spookier, unhinged gang of nuts you 'll never see.

Yes they look halfway normal at first glance, but get to cognise them and you 'd be amazed that person as Henry Sweet and loving as Virgin Mary could be related to them.

Especially Mary 's older baby, Sabetha.

Sabetha is ugly, old, dresses risible, and seems to be eternally in a bad modality ... but never have I seen her in such a bad mood as after she realized her younger sister was getting married before her. If tone could kill she 'd feature killed me long ago.

So naturally she 's the first individual I run into.

Her binding is turned to me at first, so I try to quietly sneak past her to the prophylactic of my own fellowship. It does n't work, as a clawed hand latches onto my shoulder and turns me around.

'' Where do you imagine you 're going ? '' she spits.

'' Oh ! '' I exclaim. `` I did n't see you there ! I just saw my crony over there and was just dying to tell him this joke I just heard and ... ''

'' Let me hear it. ``

Her vox croaks like a toad.

'' Um ... oh dear, would you depend at that ? I just forgot it entirely. If you 'll excuse me ... ''

She does n't loose my shoulder, and clout me in closer to whisper in my ear.

'' It should be me on that Lord's table. Leave now. ``

I pull away from her grip.

'' Crazy wench, '' I mutter under my breath so that only she can get wind. `` Is it any wonder no man would touch you ? ``

Her eyes flare up in a blaze of rage, and in the nictation of an eye she pulls out a large quill from her shawl.

'' choose this ! '' she screams, splitting the air with her voice and bringing the attention of the total congregation upon us both.

She then proceeds to knife me repeatedly with her quill.

Both her family and mine are upon us in seconds, pulling her off me and dragging me away to safety.

The she-bitch screams like a swashbuckler all the way back into the menage, where her relation disappear with her.

'' You alright ? '' asks my brother.

'' Yes, yes, '' I manage to say. `` I 'm fine. She just drew a short line is all, zilch serious. The wedding party can continue. ``

'' You sure ? We can post-pone ... '' says someone else.

'' No, no. That 's what she would want. We continue as if null has happened. ``

And with that I stand up and postponement for my Saint Bridget to finish getting ready.



one-half an 60 minutes later the observance is about to set about. I loosen my pinch as a common cold sweat breaks out on my skin. I guess even I can get a little nervous, eh ?

I 'm starting to feel a little ill in fact, but I doggedly ignore it and press forward. Mary starts to walk down the aisle as the music begins to bet. I ca n't remember a happier moment in my life.

But my idea is being distracted. I feel funny. My balls start to incinerate, so I reach down to scratch up them.

'' Dummm dum da dummmm ... '' goes the music.

Ah ! My musket ball are really starting to hurt ! I wince, but continue to smile. What is going on ?

Mary is halfway down the aisle when my left testicle suddenly starts to pull up into my consistence as if it had been hooked by a fisherman. It squeezes painfully before popping up into my gut and disappearing.

I 'm starting to panic a little now, but I keep my secret plan side on. I can go to the hospital later.

My right ball starts to move upwards too now. I try to hold onto it discretely through my sac, but that only makes it suffering worse as some invisible force out pulls it up into me, and I can literally feel my testicle disappear inside my belly. My nut-sack is now just an discharge flap of skin.

I grope it futilely, hoping that perhaps there had been some variety of misapprehension. I could n't possibly have felt my balls just up and leave like that, could I ?

Mary arrives at the communion table, and I remove my hand from my sack and take hers. The ceremonial begins.

'' Dearly beloved, we have gathered here today ... '' drones the pastor. I do n't pay attention to what he 's saying, as I can feel my ball-sack shrinkage tighter and tighter like plastic deflection. It feels strangely pleasant, but it definitely is not desired !

Even unfit, the sensation of feeling my globe suck up into my dead body and my chunk sack tighten up like a barrel is giving me a chubby. My spinal column is to our crime syndicate, the minister ca n't see over his rostrum, and Virgin Mary is looking forward, but God what if she looks over at me and sees me with an erection ! ?

I try to oppose it. I blank my mind. I try to cark myself by thinking about football. Nothing works. Someone is bound to notice it soon !

Slowly and discretely I adjust my growing boner and tuck it under my cincture. It does n't hide it, but it does arrive at it much less detectable. Oh God it 's getting so hard ! I 've never in my life had an erection this stiff before ! It 's starting to really ache !

The pastor is stilling going on with his spiel, but I do n't have much time ! I need to do something about this !

well no Sooner than I think it than my penis starts to shrink. My sigh of relief is short lived.

Ow ! OW ! My phallus is still rock-hard and swollen ? It 's not going flaccid at all ! It 's actually funk !

I thought I had been panicking before ... but now I really start to lose my mind.

My raging boner is shrinking ever so slowly and gradually, becoming incredibly narrow and losing column inch after inch of length. Soon it 's the diameter of a pencil, and only two in long. Then one column inch long and even sparse !

It continues until all that is left of my cock is a petty nub at the top of my flattened ballock discharge, just a few millimetre in diameter. It 's still concentrated and egotistic though, and demanding that I touch it. I refuse.

There is no way now that I 'm stopping this wedding now. It would command an explanation. It would be a calamity ! I can look at with whatever is happening to me later ! nil can stop me from getting married to the woman I love !

Oh, but whatever is happening to me is n't done yet ! Not by a long stab, no-sir.

The skin of my nut sack splits down the middle painlessly, opening a gash in my groin all the way up to the nub that once was my dick.

thing starting signal to sink in inside my mind ... but I ca n't accept that what I feel happening is actually happening to me. There 's just no way.

I can sense my interior changing. affair inside of me moving around. Stuff that was n't there before growing inside me, other affair disappearing.

I can finger new flesh forming inside of the gash in my groin, folds of skin wrinkling up and stuffing it full moon. I can feel two gob open up inside the slash. One is definitely my urethra. The former ... there 's just no way that 's a vagina.

I feel dizzy ... and that 's when I drop to the trading floor in a faint.



Moments later I find myself having fallen backwards off the small heighten leg we set up, with The Virgin set over me and a crowd of worried fellowship and family-to-be gathered around.

'' Honey ! Are you okay ? mortal call an ambulance ! ``

'' No ! '' I shout, sitting straight up. `` No, no I 'm fine ... I just need to direct a short breathing time is all. ``

I quickly get back up on me base, but I still feel wobbly. Oh god what is happening to me ?

'' It 's okay infant ! '' says my married woman with infinite sympathy. `` Just take all the time you need. Maybe you should go splash some pee on your face ? ``

'' Yes, that sounds soundly. I 'll be right field back. ``

And with that I stagger back into the house. I find the nearest restroom and shut up the room access behind me. I turn on the sink, then let it run while I stare at myself in the mirror.

I 'm alone in a privy, unable to stop myself from shaking, and I 'm switching gender in the eye of my wedding.

This can not be happening.

I can feel the affair between my legs, or moreover the lack of a thing between my wooden leg ... and though I find myself not wanting to actually see it ... I still ca n't balk the impulse to look.

So, with excessive awkwardness and shaky manus, I unbutton my pants, remove my smash, and pull it all down.

Looking down at it, well, it is n't so bad. Yea, my dust is gone, but it 's sort of knockout to tell what it is exactly. It 's just a small `` m '' shape.

But when I look up into the mirror it 's another story. I can see the relaxation of it.

And it 's a pussy all right. It looks just like Madonna 's. My pubes have vanished to boot.

Well that fucking sucks, right ? How the hell do I consummate this marriage with this ? Mary is going to gross out when she finds out. Just because she joked about being bi a few clock time does n't mean she wants to get married to a .... well. You know what I mean. In any case I 'm not really hot on the idea of how lesbian sex works. I want my dick !

My thinker is frantically wondering how this could sustain possibly happened when I realize I have someone I could possibly blame for this. Sabetha. She has to be involved. There 's no way her stabbing me with that quill was a coincidence.

Oh, but man does this thing feel weird ! It 's all hot and steamy and stuff ... and wet ?

Oh Jesus Christ ... nuh uh ... no way.

I am not feeling what I think I 'm feeling.

I can not get horny !

I 'm a guy ! How the infernal region is being castrated turning me on ? It simply does n't add up. In no way do I look at any of this to be `` sexy ''.

I mean, yea, looking in the mirror that kitty looks awe-inspiring inviting ... but it 's attached to my fucking trunk for Deliverer 's rice beer !

Jeez, I should be getting boner anyway, and not .... holy underworld ! It 's only getting worse by the secondly !

But. Dang, is this what fair sex feel ? God ... this feels pretty nice ! In fact, I find myself sorely tempted to touch it.

So I do.

And ooo-la-la does it sense nice.

Bang-bang !

'' You okay in there ? '' asks my brother after pounding the door.

Well that snaps me out of it.

'' Yea, I 'm fine ! '' I lie. `` Just hold me a few more minutes. ``

My hands are both covered in my own slimy, musky, pussy succus. One hired hand had quickly found my clitoris while the other played with the balance of my pussy.

In the uninterrupted arcsecond that I had with myself I had rapidly lost control and now find myself breathing heavily and hornier than ever before.

And fuck me I mean I 'm desperately horny now. The kind of horny there ai n't no turning back on unless you want to spend the future minute or so with a defeated erection .... Or in this case a wildly wet kitty. Between you and me I 'd much prefer the erection. A unanimous lot less messy to be sure.

But what 's done is done, and the secure way I know to fix is to ... well ... end it.

If I do it correct I figure it should n't exact more than a mo or two.

Several minutes pass like seconds, and I realize that I was extremely mistaken to cogitate that I could get myself off in so short a clock time. Family and friends outside are growing worried outside the door, but I ignore them. I 'm growing more and Thomas More desperate for release by the minute and need to finish this.

I 'm well into the ten minute mark, and still have n't climaxed yet, when I notice that my groyne and peg are getting fuzzy. My ass quickly follows causa. A thickly Robert Brown tomentum is spreading like a slow motion wildfire across my entire body now.

But oh god my snatch tone too skilful to give up now !

I feel my ass swelling, but I almost do n't care.

I feel my back lengthening and my chest barreling out.

Still do n't care.

I 'm rapidly gaining a match hundred pound sterling and find myself to be several feet taller than I remember being.

This is me, rapidly smacking my squash muffin, not caring.

Nothing in the human beings has ever felt this good.

But I start to care when I feel my off-white warp painfully and suddenly. I feel contribution of my skeleton shrink, while other part grow. persona of my arms and legs elongate and others shorten considerably. Still I 'm gaining weight like it 's chill. My total body is covered in thick, coarse, John Brown, velvety hair ... fur really.

But I do n't really realize what 's going on until I happen to peek up into the mirror.

My fount is elongating. My auricle are stretching and moving to the top of my heading. My pilus is cropping into a Mohawk and lengthening, and spreading down in a line down the back of my neck. My dentition are rearranging in my mouth, and my knife is becoming long and sticky. I feel something sprouting from my ass above my bum cheeks and see a farseeing tooshie dropping to the ground behind me.

A horse. I 'm turning into a horse.

But that 's not all that is changing.

As I continue to frantically rub my poor, sensitive, dire pussy in a vain attempt ( I now realize ) to slake it 's starve, I feel it changing underneath my hired hand. It 's becoming freehanded. Deeper. It 's very build is changing completely around.

The lips of my mound have turned sullen Black, as has the rest of my skin underneath my new coating of horse hair's-breadth ... although the inside frame of my sex is still shiny pinko and dribbling slippery mucous secretion all over my deal.

A convulsion adhesive friction my sex in an unexpected reflex, and my kitty-cat rim are pulled apart to flash the pinko flesh within. I continue to try and fuck off, ineffective to contain myself, even as to a greater extent convulsions grip my twat and force it to spread and flash.

I 've gained one C of punt, and the woodwind under my two ft moan under the shipment. I 'm looking more and more like a sawbuck every second.

I even feel my nipples disappear, then reappear much depressed on my belly, before swelling with fatso tissue paper and mammary secretor. Teats. I 've got knight mamilla now. What next ? How can this possibly go more humiliating.

Just as I think that I feel my hands and feet changing. My wrist joint and ankles are elongating. All my digit are melting together to organise a single fingerbreadth, as do my toes, and the nail on that digit grows thick and rowdy and big, until I find myself with four hooves. I continue to try to jerk off with my forearms, the aching indigence so potent that it 's maddening, but even that quickly becomes otiose as my general anatomy continues to deepen. My belly lengthens, my arms reconfigure themselves, as do my legs, and as I fall forwards I feel my pussy and anus traveling up and back far out of my reach. I can feel my long horse cavalry tail covering both now, and flick it in an attempt to provide myself with stimulation.

The modification feel like they 're slowing down now as I feel my interior slowly stop shifting around and my skeleton stops moving and crawling. I 'm huge. I barely fit in the bathroom.

But oh sweet jesus the need ! I quickly bulge out trying to rub my ass up against the rampart, the cesspit, even the toilet as I try to satisfy myself .... But I ca n't. I 'm not equipped to satisfy this deep, aching despair for penetrating sexual stimulus. Oh god I need sex. As in NEED sex.

But I 'm a fuckin female horse now. I ca n't possibly even conceive actual sex. I just need input, and after that I 'll be OK and I can estimate out a way to fix all of this. To bad there is n't a super-sized dildo in the locker ... although I have no idea how I 'd go about using it. Outside hoi polloi have been trying to get into the bathroom for a while now ... but even if they unlocked the room access it opens inward and I 'm all up in the way.

But I do n't even think about that at the minute. I 'm desperately trying to think of something to satisfy my fucking undeniable biological obligations by myself when I hear a cackling snicker from behind the curtain of the bathing tub. I ca n't turn around to side whoever it is, but I look over my articulatio humeri and see the curtain whip back.

It 's Sabetha, with a great big grin on her face.

'' Hello Jack, '' she says with a toothy grin. `` Feeling a little ... frisky today ? ``

'' YOU ! You did this to me ! ! Undo it ! ! '' I shout, mildly surprised to find myself still capable of speech communication ... although my voice is a tad Sir Thomas More feminine than I 'd like it to be. No dubiety it is designed to antagonise me further, and it does.

'' Undo what ? '' she crows unabashedly. `` You 've always been a buck 's ass ! Now you 've got a sawbuck 's ass ! ``

'' I 'm going to kick your teeth in if you do n't fix me back the way I was, '' I growl.

'' Oh, fine, fine. Ca n't rent a joke can ya ? '' she cackles, in a giggling fit, then opens up her small-scale woolen handbag and shot through it.

'' Ah her it is. This will fix you up genuine good, yes it will. ``

It 's a small bottle with some gold liquid in it. She pulls the stopper, and before I know what 's happening she 's downed the completely lot.

'' Hee-hee-hee-hee ! '' she screams.

And my centre widen in horror as a massive, black phallus erupts from under her skirt.

But that 's not all.

In a matter of seconds she doubles in size of it, then doubles again, all the piece becoming rapidly more and more equine. Her apparel rip themselves apart ... and I stare wildly as her massive hawkshaw and Ball are put on large display. She 's rock music strong and easily three or four feet long.

In no fourth dimension at all I find myself crammed into a tiny bathroom with a gigantic black stallion with a white mane and tail ... and a weaponized erection pointed exactly where I do n't desire it to point.

'' Hey ! plosive speech sound right there ! This is rape ! ! '' I buck, rearing onto my front end stage and kicking for all that I 'm Charles Frederick Worth, but my kick is stopped before it hits her tremendous, muscled chest of drawers. Like magnet I feel my hooves yanked to the trading floor and stuck there adept, splayed as encompassing as the bathroom will allow.

'' Oh screw, please do n't do this. please please please ... '' I beg.

'' What ? So humble now ? How is it that only now you show me the respect I deserve ? Only when I have you in my magnate. ``

'' Please, '' I cry desperately.

'' And what 's Sir Thomas More ! Your body does n't look so resistant to me, now does it ? Your all wet and ready to go ! Just a moment ago you were cook to spike yourself on just about anything were n't you ! Do n't deny it ! Mmmm ... and receptive ! I like that in a mare. A strong breeder I 'm sure you 'll be. ``

'' What ? No ! I 'm about to be married ! ``

'' Aw, too belatedly for that nescient fool. No turning back now. I 'd lay awake all night if I do n't get a piece of this action. He-he-he ... ''

'' Hey ! No ! Do n't ... You ca n't do this ! ! ``

But Sabetha ignores me, rearing up, and lands heavily on my unattackable back.

'' No-no-no-no, '' I whisper to myself as I shut my eyes. This ca n't be happening. I 've got to be dreaming ! Please let me be dreaming !

Both of our category are attempting to fail down the room access on the other position. It shakes violently as somebody rams into it ... but they 're too late.

I can feel her unearthly gumshoe in between my legs, and it slaps up against my belly. She laughs evilly as I try desperately to get out from underneath her, but there 's nowhere to go. She 's too big. She 's too heavy.

And what 's more : herculean, animalistic inherent aptitude are forcing themselves upon me. I find myself ineffectual to move much at all anyways as I brace against Sabetha.

Sabetha backs up slowly and dramatically, something no ordinary bicycle buck would do I 'm surely, and carefully lines herself up behind me.

I can feel the school principal of her dick. It 's powerful outside my entrance. Its estrus is so powerful and radiant that I ca n't help boggle at it. It 's thickness beyond comprehension. It 's duration terrifying. My pussy wo n't stop flashing heart-to-heart and close. Oh God I need it. I need it inside of me. Oh ... why wo n't she penetrate me already ! ? I need it ! I need it soooo desperately ! I need her inside of me worse than a man crossing the desert needs water. I need it more than anything I 've ever needed. I could n't have ever been prepared for the primitive yet powerful impulse of a horse in heat, and my will is easily crumbling before it ...

But my male ego is still there. Still fighting for control. Still trying to find a way to turn tail this situation.

I 'm just shaking off the effects of my physical structure 's hyperactive sex drive when she thrusts forwards.

The door bursts of its hinge right as Sabetha 's herculean shaft penetrates my insanely tight horse-pussy.

I whinny for all I 'm worth, both from terror and from the shear star of being violently penetrated like that.

Her hawkshaw is immense. I ca n't consider it fits inside of me. inch after inch slideway up into me as my closeness ca n't possibly arrest the power behind her poking.

And oh god does it find good.

'' aid me ! '' I cry out to the crowd of champion and household. Sabetha snorts as she thrusts over and over into my trunk, and I grunt with every sequent insight as feelings of inconceivable pleasance erupt from my equine sex.

Nobody so much as motility, they 're all shocked beyond action.

'' No-No-NO ! AH ! GoD ! ! Please somebody stop her before she cuuuuuuuuums oh merciful Henry Sweet baby Jesus ... ''

She did n't cum ... I did. I bite my blue lip as my body explodes from within. I cream hard on Sabetha 's sword rod as it continues to steep in and out of my soft and yielding flesh.

Heaving pants get off my throat as she continues to assault me, and I orgasm like I 've never orgasmed before.

But before I can even begin to take in my breather she begins to zip up. I know instinctively what 's coming, and a powerful Benjamin Rush of chemical substance and inherent aptitude in my foreign new head force a conflict in my nous between horror at being inseminated and joy at being successfully mated.

Mostly though I scream silently as I feel her dick stiffen and then pulse as her semen rockets down her lance and into my warm and waiting womb.

My sex is still dripping and quivering from my own orgasm, and this bring insult is too often to gestate, but I grit my teeth and remain solid. I wo n't let this she-bitch get the near of me ! Even as her semen gushes out of me and onto the tile trading floor I refuse to give her the satisfaction.

Her prick hideaway from me and flops out of my vaginal canal, followed immediately by a stream of seed. I flick my tail in annoyance as my consistency shudders and I slowly regain motor control.

Behind me Sabetha is standing up and transforming slowly back into the evil old hag she will always be, cackling like the pixilated witch of the W before disappearing with a shimmer.

I 'm leave alone standing there in the bathroom having been thoroughly sexed by a witch-stallion. It takes me a minute to enamor my breath again.

'' Everybody, '' I say carefully. `` I think we may take to reschedule the wedding. ``

***

As it turns out, we had to postpone the wedding indefinitely. It seems wizard runs deep in the venous blood vessel of Mary 's kin, but Sabetha 's brand of mumbo-jumbo was powerfully potent and basically untouchable ... and that I have to let nature run its course ... so after I birth my daughter Marigold everything should return to normal ... maybe. Until then I 'll just try to enjoy being a horse as just I can.

Aw, who am I kidding ? I love being a horse ! And I love the stallions. It turns out Virgin Mary 's pretty damned kinky after all too, and a skilled beldam herself ! ^^