Note: This story contains descriptions of graphic (consensual) bestiality and human-to-animal transformation. If that’s not your thing, you’ll want to skip it. I do, however, promise that the tale is worthy of this site.
Main themes: Human-to-horse transformation, cock growth, huge cock, bestiality, butt growth
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Chapter 1
Randy Kang first saw Silas Hill at the county fair in August. Silas was there with his wife and young daughter. Randy’s gaze was drawn to him as the trio got off the ferris wheel. Silas was tall and slender and moved with such casual authority that Randy was transfixed. As he stared, Silas’ long, strawberry blond hair caught the sunlight and it glowed golden red. Randy blinked, standing stock still as Silas passed so close that his strong, fresh scent filled his nostrils. Silas smelled of horses, he realized. He smelled good.
Randy was at the fair with his football buddies and they talked him into paying five dollars to see if the carnival barker could guess how much he weighed. He was a stocky kid with thick muscles; his friends knew that he looked lighter than he really was. When the barker guessed wrong–a paltry two hundred pounds–Randy grinned with victory. He weighed at least twenty pounds more than that!
“Look at that, ladies and gentlemen!” the barker called out, gracious in defeat. “A true Clydesdale!” He gestured to Randy who, for reasons he couldn’t describe, lifted his head and neighed loudly. His buddies burst out laughing and the barker handed him a prize: A pink, stuffed pony with a rainbow-colored mane. Randy, however, barely noticed because at that moment Silas looked back at him from amongst the crowd. He caught Randy with those stunning, sapphire blue eyes…
…and he smiled.
***
Randy was biking to school the next time he saw Silas. Late for class again, he was tearing down the old dirt road he sometimes used as a shortcut. He looked out in the field and saw the tall, young man holding a lead and putting a horse through its paces. His little daughter rode atop his shoulders as Silas guided the horse, a roan mare, around in a circle. He did so with utmost concentration, his face stern. Only when the horse drew to a halt and stood completely still did Silas grin, reaching out to stroke his hand lovingly across the mare’s mane. His daughter giggled, pulling at fistfuls of his long hair like they were reins.
For some reason, the tableau caught Randy’s attention and he was intrigued.
***
It was another week before Randy worked up the courage to talk to Silas. By then, it was well into September and he was busy with football practice every evening. Most days, Silas was nowhere to be seen by the time he was heading home. The mornings were no good, either, because Randy was always late for school and racing as fast as he could to avoid detention.
The truth was, however, that there was another reason it took him so long. The Hills were a strange family and Silas was no exception. Moving to the area when Randy was a child, the family got tongues wagging in the small community because of their bohemian lifestyle. In fact, no one was quite sure how many people comprised the Hill family because new people were spotted there with each passing week. Eventually, folks realized that there were several families living under the roof of the rambling farmhouse.
There were Silas’ parents and his younger sister and older brother. And then there was another couple by the last name of Kindal who had three children of their own. Finally, several single moms and dads would arrive at various times throughout the year with their own children in tow. The public school that Randy attended was always hosting at least three or four children from the Hill household. Randy had learned quickly that none of these kids stayed long. For their part, Silas and his siblings had never even attended school, their parents believing strongly in teaching their children at home.
As the years had passed, Silas’ parents and the other families had moved on and the former children had grown up and were starting families of their own. As the older generations moved out, younger ones moved in and Randy saw at least five or six adults around the house along with plenty of children. The poor farmhouse was neglected and appeared to be on the verge of caving in. At least one of the outbuildings had already done so. Only the barn where Silas kept the horses could be considered architecturally sound.
The Hill house, in short, was not the sort of place that respectable people lived. Even though Randy’s own family was nonstandard, being a multigenerational, blended Korean-American family, they took a dim view of the Hill’s. “Too loose,” his stepmother would say, pursing her lips in distaste. “Who knows who is with whom?” His grandmother would nod in agreement even though she didn’t speak a word of English.
Maybe because of the Hill’s bad reputation, Randy was intrigued and found himself passing by the house frequently over the next several weeks. Finally, one sunny afternoon in late September when the sun was turning the withered corn stalks golden in its rich light, he biked past and spotted Silas and his daughter in the field next to the road. Like before, Silas was training a horse–a young Arabian this time–with his daughter on his shoulders.
Heart thudding in his chest, Randy pulled over on the side of the road. His tongue felt thick in his throat and he had to work up the courage to speak. Finally, he cleared his throat. “Hey,” he called out. “What’re you doing?”
Silas didn’t look over, keeping his focus on the Arabian. “I’ve been hired to get this horse ready to ride,” he stated. “Do you want to help?”
Scarcely able to believe his good fortune, Randy set his bike down on the grassy shoulder and approached the trio. “Yeah,” he said. “What do I do?”
Silas surprised him by handing him the tether. The tether, of course, was tied to the stallion’s bridle but Randy noticed there wasn’t a bit in the beast’s mouth. He vaguely remembered that bits were frowned upon these days in the horsing community.
“Take this,” Silas instructed. “And take her.” He lifted his daughter carefully off of his shoulders and settled her on Randy’s. “Her name is Mae.” Looking up at Mae, he said, “Mae, this is Randy Kang. He’s a friend of ours.”
Randy was taken aback both by being entrusted with the horse and Mae and by the fact that Silas knew his name. He looked over questioningly at Silas as Mae giggled and started playing with his thick, black hair. Silas shrugged. “That is your name, isn’t it?”
“Yeah,” Randy croaked, his throat suddenly dry. “It is.”
“Nice to finally meet you.” Silas clapped him on the shoulder. “I was wondering when you’d stop by.” Before Randy could say anything to this, he stalked off toward the horse, saying over his shoulder, “Now keep a tight hand on that tether. I’m going to try to mount him. He’s less likely to buck me off if the lead is tight.”
Randy couldn’t believe this was happening. He breathlessly held onto the lead, keeping the tension as the horse watched Silas approach, his eyes rolling back in his head. Silas murmured something to the horse and placed a hand on its withers. Instantly, the stallion relaxed and became docile. Silas looked back at Randy and winked.
“Your hair’s like Mommy’s!” Mae chirped, curling her fingers around Randy’s hair and laughing. “Black and straight.”
“That’s right,” Randy replied, smiling. He’d seen Rachel Liu, Silas’ wife, around town occasionally and knew she was Asian, too.
Silas grabbed the horse’s mane and swung himself easily up onto its back. The stallion braced at the unfamiliar sensation of having a human on his back but didn’t buck. Randy kept his hand firmly on the tether the whole time, holding the horse’s head down. Silas gently pressed his knees into the horse’s sides and urged it to walk in a circle. They made several rotations around Randy and Mae, the horse growing more and more comfortable all the time.
“Ok,” Silas said, looking down at Randy from atop the horse. “You can let up now. Let’s see how he does without the tension.”
Randy obeyed, allowing the rope to go slack. The stallion lifted his head, shaking it. His black mane flashed sleek and shiny in the evening light and Silas leaned forward and wrapped his arms around the beast’s neck. Urging the horse forward, Randy paced alongside them with Mae tugging almost painfully on his hair.
“You did well,” Silas praised after drawing to a halt and swinging down off the stallion. “We make a good team.”
Randy flushed, embarrassed. “I-I-I didn’t really do anything. Just held onto the rope.”
Silas’ hand was back on his shoulder, squeezing. It felt big. Powerful. “Aziz trusts you,” he jerked his chin back toward the stallion. “And so does Mae. Not just anyone could have stepped in like you did. Come back here again tomorrow and we’ll work on the next steps.”
‘Aziz?’ Randy repeated mentally. Where had he heard that name before?
He thought about asking Silas about it but Silas was already lifting Mae off of Randy’s shoulders and placing her back on his own. With a smile and a wave, he took his leave, leading Aziz back into the barn.
***
Randy returned the next day with his girlfriend, Trina. Trina was an avowed tomboy who wore only men’s clothing and played on the football team. As the only girl on the team, she enjoyed quite a bit of notoriety at school but it only seemed to make her bolder. Randy got teased all the time about her being the one who wore the pants in the relationship. He didn’t care, though. He liked how strong she was; Trina didn’t take shit from anyone.
Silas greeted Trina warmly but she acted bored. Mae came running up and threw herself into Randy’s arms, begging him to put her up on his shoulders. She was wearing a little cowboy hat and tiny cowboy boots and her long, brown hair was done up in braids.
“She watched Annie Get Your Gun last night,” Silas explained. “And now she wants to be a cowgirl.”
“Huh?” Both Randy and Trina were confused. “What’s that?”
Silas laughed, a deep, rich sound. “It’s an old movie. ‘Bout Annie Oakley. Never heard of her?”
Randy shook his head. “Nope.”
“Look her up on Wikipedia,” Silas suggested and then turned away. Aziz was standing behind him, wearing a well-worn saddle and looking twitchy.
Randy instinctively knew what to do to calm the horse and took hold of the bridle, pulling Aziz’s head down and resting his cheek against the stallion’s snout. It was warm and smelled of hay. Aziz knickered softly, lifting his muzzle to wuffle Randy’s cheek. Mae giggled, leaning down to pet the horse’s nose.
Randy was keenly aware of Silas’ attention. He knew without looking that the man was watching him with approval even though Silas never said a word. It left him with a warm feeling in his chest and he couldn’t stop smiling. He straightened and held the bridle while Silas stuck his foot in the stirrup and swung up on the saddle. Soon, they were lost in their own little world, just the horse and the two of them. Mae and Trina barely registered.
Trina had left by the time they were done and Randy couldn’t remember seeing her go. He felt a little bad but forgot about it as soon as Silas was standing beside him again. He looked over and studied the young man, realizing that Silas couldn’t be that much older than he was. He acted so grown up, though! And the fact that he was so tall also made him seem older.
Lanky and lean, Silas must have stood at least six foot four inches tall because Randy was a tall kid in his own right. His long arms were tanned dark and he wore a ragged red t-shirt and a dusty pair of Carhartt trousers. His long hair hung loose about his shoulders and his cheeks were covered with a downy red beard. Rather than cowboy boots, he wore a beat-up pair of hiking boots with scorch marks.
Silas caught him staring at his boots and explained, “I do controlled burns in the county parks and for some landowners nearby who are restoring their fields to native prairie.” He paused to look out on the golden fields, the wind ruffling his hair. His eyes were the color of lapis lazuli. “The autumn burn season starts soon. You should come by and I’ll show you what I do. We could always use more help.”
***
They spent all Saturday together burning an extensive prairie just east of town. Silas’ wife, Rachel, and another couple, Sam and Joumana, who lived at Hill House with their two children, came along as well. The three children, Mae, Barry and Susannah, played with the landowner’s husband, well away from the fire. Randy was by Silas’ side the whole time, watching his every move, soaking up his attention. Silas was a patient tutor, treating Randy with the same quiet respect with which he trained the horses. Randy was in heaven. He told himself it was because his own father was always traveling for work and he was craving a father figure. Even then, though, some part of him knew there was more to the story.
Silas invited him back to the farmhouse for dinner afterwards and Randy accepted eagerly. Silas smiled, draping an arm over his shoulder as they walked back to his truck. They were both sweaty and smoke-stained and exhausted. Mae clung to Silas’ leg and he had to drag her along, taking exaggerated steps. She laughed, clutching him tighter.
“You did really well today,” Silas murmured, his mouth only inches from Randy’s ear. “I’m proud of you.”
Randy felt like he was going to fall over from happiness.
Back at the farmhouse, Randy was surprised to see that the place was in better condition inside than out. From the outside, the big, old house looked dilapidated but inside it was decidedly less frightening. It wasn’t exactly like the lap of luxury but it possessed a certain lived-in charm.
The plumbing had never been upgraded and there were hand pumps in the kitchen and the bathrooms. There was no shower, just a large basin that served as a bathtub, and he had to pour water down the toilet to flush it. Accepting a towel and a bar of soap from Silas, Randy scrubbed himself quickly, dousing himself with cold water to rinse the soot out of his thick hair. When he emerged from the bathroom, Silas was in the kitchen with Rachel and Mae. He was shirtless, his long torso smudged with soot and completely hairless save for little tufts of red hair around his nipples and under his arms. He smiled as Randy approached, inviting him to sit down at the table.
“I’ll wash up next,” he said, clapping his hand down on Randy’s shoulder as he walked past. He smelled like rusted iron, woodsmoke and sunflowers.
Rachel watched them with a small smile on her lips. After Silas had retreated to the bathroom, she asked, “Do you eat lamb, Randy?”
“I think so,” he replied, taking a seat next to Mae who was in a highchair, munching on goldfish crackers. “I don’t think I’ve ever had it before.”
Rachel laughed. She was a small, lithe and very beautiful woman with long, black hair and a wise expression that belied the number of her years. “Lamb isn’t a thing in Asia. My family never ate it when I was growing up, either. Your father’s from Korea, right? My parents are from Hong Kong.”
Randy felt shy in front of his older, more experienced woman. It took him a while before he managed to say, “Yeah, Dad and me’re from Seoul. My mom’s still back there. I moved here with him when he remarried. I was five.” Mae smiled as he said this, watching him with her big, brown eyes. He returned the smile, mussing her hair.
Rachel nodded. “Explains why you don’t have an accent.” Her eyes narrowed. “Tell me, Randy. What’s it like for you here? I mean, as a Korean? Do people treat you alright?”
He didn’t quite know what to say to this. There were other Asian kids at the high school along with plenty of Latinos and black kids. The town itself, however, was still pretty white. Most of the brown kids lived in the subdivisions on the edges of the school district. “It’s fine,” he replied, shrugging. “I mean, it was a little weird at first, especially ‘cuz I had an accent and didn’t speak much English. Now, though, everybody pretty much treats me like anyone else.”
At that moment, Sam entered the kitchen and Rachel brightened. Sam’s last name was Abboud and Randy remembered that he and his wife Joumana had moved here from Dearborn. Sam nodded to him and then left him utterly flabbergasted when he took Rachel in his arms and kissed her. Rachel giggled, nestling against his chest and returning the kiss. Beside him, Mae continued to eat crackers, completely unphased.
His mouth must have fallen open because Rachel laughed after she pulled away from Sam. “Sam and I are together,” she explained. “Did you think me and Silas were married?”
Randy was too tonguetied to answer and merely nodded. Sam turned to him and winked, making him blush.
“Silas and me are compatible parents,” Rachel explained, “but…well, Silas is different.” She looked like she wanted to say more but refrained, stating, “We could never marry and we’ve certainly never been in love.” She paused before quickly amending, “I mean, I love him a lot. Just not in that way.”
She exchanged a knowing look with Sam who chuckled and kissed her again.
Finally pulling away, Sam proceeded to drop another bombshell. “Yeah, Rachel, me and Joumana are a thruple.” He shrugged. “We met each other online and moved in together to see how it’d work out. I dunno ‘bout Rachel but I think it’s working out real good.” He slung his arm over her shoulder as he said this, planting another kiss on her cheek.
“Are you done traumatizing the poor kid?” Silas called out as he exited the bathroom, toweling his hair dry. He gave Randy an apologetic smile. “Sorry, bro. What can I say? The gossip in town’s mostly true. We live a very debauched lifestyle out here…but that’s the way we like it.”
Randy had never heard the word ‘debauched’ before but he quickly surmised its meaning. He was formulating a reply when Silas placed a warm hand on his shoulder and squeezed. He looked up to find Silas eying him with what could only be considered a smoldering gaze. He blinked and the next moment the expression was gone, making him wonder if he’d imagined it.
A racket from the hall distracted him and turned to see Barry and Susannah running toward them with Joumana trailing along behind. The kids looked freshly-cleaned and Randy guessed they’d just had a bath. The old farmhouse was big and he figured it must have several bathrooms.
They ate dinner together, the adults crowded around a small table with the children. Randy was pressed close against Silas the whole time and the tall, sexy man occasionally fed him morsels of lamb from his plate. Randy could feel like something significant was happening, like he’d passed some sort of test or something, and it thrilled him as much as it confused him. There was a tension among the adults that he was too unskilled to decipher but he sensed it was generally benign. He caught Rachel and Silas exchanging meaningful glances from time to time, obviously communicating in a code that only they understood.
When it was over, Silas walked him out to his truck and lifted his bicycle into the bed. “I’ll drive you home, Randy,” he explained. “It’s too dark for you to ride and you don’t have any lights.”
Rather than getting into the truck right away, though, Silas stood there next to him, so close that Randy could feel the heat radiating from his lean, taut body. They looked up at the night sky together, admiring the many stars. That was one nice part about life in the country; they were far from the city and its intrusive lights. The Milky Way spread overhead like a sparkling tapestry.
“You’re a big kid,” Silas murmured. “You lift weights?”
Randy gave a start. Of all the things he expected Silas to say, that was the last one on the list. “Uh, yeah.” Silas’ large, long hand was resting on his shoulders and he unconsciously flexed them. He smiled when he felt Silas’ fingers tighten. “I weigh almost two hundred and twenty five pounds. That’s why Coach recruited me for the football team. I’m the biggest linebacker he’s got.”
“A real workhorse,” Silas commented. “You’re a beast, bro.”
His hand slid down Randy’s shoulder to rest momentarily on his bulging buttocks. He patted them fondly before saying, “Ok, time to get you home.”
***
Chapter 2
He didn’t see Silas for a few days after that. Football practice and family stuff got in the way. His dad came back briefly from a business trip to Singapore and insisted on taking the family out to an expensive Korean restaurant in the city. Randy sat there impatiently, glancing at his smartphone and wondering how much longer the dinner would take. In contrast, his younger brothers peppered their dad with questions in between mouthfuls of bulgogi. Randy picked at his food and was extremely annoyed when he realized it was too late to see Silas.
“What’s wrong?” his stepmother asked. “You seem on edge.”
“I’m fine,” Randy mumbled. “Just tired.”
She gave him a skeptical look but didn’t probe further.
The next day when he arrived at the Hill farm, he found Silas in the corral in the back of the barn. The stallion, Aziz, was tethered there along with the roan mare that Randy remembered from the first time he’d spotted Silas training horses. Aziz seemed quite upset and kept dancing around and rearing up on his tether. The reason for his excitement became clear, however, when Randy spotted the enormously long, hard and ugly penis jutting out between the stallion’s hind legs. He goggled, never having seen a horse’s erection before.
“Pretty impressive, huh?” Silas joked, noting the direction of his gaze. “Kinda makes me envious.”
“Wh-Wh-What’s going on?” Randy stammered, unable to look away from the moist, black organ. It had to be at least three feet long!
“Breeding,” Silas explained. “This is payment from Aziz’s owner. He’s letting me breed Roanoke here.” He gestured toward the mare who was equally as worked up as the stallion. Silas was having trouble reining her in; she kept turning and presenting her hindquarters to Aziz, her tail raised and her vulva swollen and juicy. “Normally, we’d do artificial insemination but I don’t have that kind of money so we’re doing it the old-fashioned way.” At that moment, he turned and took note of Randy’s reddening cheeks. “I take it you’ve never seen a stallion mount a filly before?” He laughed. “Well, then you’re in for an education!”
It certainly was edifying.
Randy had never witnessed anything like it and the experience left him hot and flustered. Eventually, Silas couldn’t control the mare and untied her and Aziz, letting them go at it unencumbered. The stallion instantly mounted her, thrusting his giant, nasty organ inside her. He grunted in an almost human way as he did so and soon both animals were coated in sweat.
Leaning side by side against the fence, he and Silas watched the whole thing. At some point, Randy realized that Silas’ hand had slipped beneath his belt and his fingers were resting on his bare ass. Rather than draw away as he knew he should, he wiggled, inviting the man to slide his fingers down further. Breathing shallowly, he looked over and his eyes widened when he saw the size of the bulge tenting out Silas’ pants. Silas caught him looking and winked, squeezing Randy’s ass cheek.
It was only later that Randy finally remembered where he’d heard the name, Aziz, before. It had been the last name of a boy a couple years older than him at school who lived at the Hill house. The kid had disappeared two years ago but Randy later learned that he’d moved in with his father on the other side of the country.
***
“You’re a total idiot. Wake up, bro!”
Randy looked up from his lunch. “Huh?”
Trina exchanged an exasperated look with their friend, Kyle. “He’s into you, Randy! He wants to fuck you!”
“Trina!” Randy cast about frantically, making sure that none of the other kids in the lunchroom had heard. His cheeks were flaming. “Shut up!”
Trina sat back and crossed her arms. “What? Am I wrong?”
Beside her, Kyle nodded. “Listen to her, bro,” he drawled. “I think she’s right.” Kyle was a linebacker like Randy, weighing nearly as much as he did. “The question is do you want the same thing?” he continued, putting on his psychologist’s tone. “He’s made it clear that he’s available and he likes you.”
“Oh, he wants him alright,” Trina chimed in before Randy could answer. “You shoulda seen ‘em together the other day. It was like I wasn’t even there.”
Randy lowered his head, sweat gathering in the small of his back. It didn’t help that he was sporting a raging hardon, his stout cock running down his pant leg.
“It’s not like you’re straight,” Trina continued. “I mean, you’ve never so much as touched my breasts in the two years we’ve been going out.” She turned to Kyle. “Tell him that’s not normal for a straight dude, bro.”
Kyle spread his hands. “I gotta say it’s not. Every straight guy I know can’t wait to get into his gf’s panties…or briefs in your case, Trina.” Trina shot him an annoyed look and he grinned, continuing, “I know I do every chance I can get.”
“Guys,” Randy hissed, flushed with embarrassment. “Can we not talk about this right now?” He looked around, convinced everyone was listening in. “Especially not here.”
“Randy,” Trina stated, impatient, “this is 2025. Half the world is queer. Even Kyle enjoys getting pegged by Carrie.”
“True dat,” Kyle affirmed. “My hole’s always agape these days.”
“I really didn’t need to know that,” Randy complained, unable to get the image of Kyle’s loose butthole out of his head.
Trina surprised him then by placing her hand over his. “Randy? Baby?” His eyes flashed up to hers before he looked away again. “Just go for it. I won’t be mad. Shit, I think I’m more attracted to girls anyway. We’ve never been more than good friends.”
And then Kyle’s wide hand was there, too, pressing down on theirs. He squeezed. “You got my full support, too, Baby. Now get that tight, little hole of yers fucked!”
***
Silas found him out in the back field far away from the farmhouse and the road. Randy was standing there, holding a bridle and a lead.
Looking around, Silas asked. “What’s up, bro? What’re ya doin’ way out here?”
Randy’s hands were shaking and it took everything he had to keep his voice steady. “I want you to train me.”
“Ok, but we’ll need a horse.”
In answer, Randy got down on his hands and knees and pawed the ground. Then he lifted his head and whinnied. His cheeks were flaming and he felt ridiculous but then he looked up and met Silas’ gaze. The young man was watching him, a feral expression etched across his face.
And then the bridle was over his head and Silas was tightening it. Next, he tied the rope to the bridle, pulling the lead taut. “C’mon, boy,” he urged. “C’mon!”
Randy lifted his head and arched his back in the same way he’d seen the stallion, Aziz, do when Silas was training him. And then he trotted around in a circle while Silas barked commands. He was soon sweaty and breathless, both embarrassed and aroused. He couldn’t believe he was doing this! Even more, he couldn’t believe that Silas was going along with it.
“Easy, boy, easy.” Silas pulled down on the lead, tugging Randy toward him until they were only inches apart. Silas reached out and stroked his head, fingers running through his hair. “You did well, boy. You’re such a good horse.”
Randy let out an exuberant neigh, the bridle rubbing his cheeks raw, and Silas chuckled. He let his hand travel down Randy’s neck and onto his back. Randy responded by arching his back, all but begging Silas to continue exploring his body. White hot desire coursed through him like a river of longing and pent up need. He wanted Silas. He wanted him bad.
Silas’ hand was on his rump and Randy wiggled his ass eagerly, pleased with how big and plump his buttocks were. (He’d caught Silas staring at his butt on numerous occasions when he thought Randy was unaware.)
“You’re my big stud,” Silas murmured. “A real workhorse.”
His lips were on Randy’s. He held the bridle, twisting Randy’s head so he couldn’t move away. His mouth tasted of grass and metal. He kissed him while moving his strong, confident hands over Randy’s rump. Randy responded, lifting his mouth to meet him. He’d never kissed anyone before, especially not a man, and he realized he liked the feeling of Silas’ scruffy beard on his face.
“You sure you want this? You’re still just a boy.”
“I’m seventeen,” Randy gasped, having trouble breathing he was so aroused. “And, yes, I’m ready. I wanna be yer studhorse.”
Somehow Randy was naked. He almost didn’t remember Silas removing his clothing. One moment he was fully clothed and the next he was completely bare-assed, shivering in the cool autumn air. Silas pulled off his own ratty t-shirt and threw it aside. He looked magnificent in the dying light, his torso pale white and smooth, his arms deeply tanned. He was long. Lean. Gorgeous.
“So big, so muscular, so bulky,” Silas praised, eyes devouring Randy’s body. “I’ve never seen anyone so handsome.” He reached out and moved Randy’s hair out of his eyes. “I-I-I think I’ve fallen for you.” He lowered his head. “It’s more than just lust. It’s something else. Something more than love.”
He untied the bridle from Randy’s head and set it aside, inviting him to sit on his lap. Randy obliged, wrapping his thick legs around Silas’ narrow waist and hugging against him. Silas ran his hands down his back, cupping his significant buttocks. Randy’s stout cock was rubbing against his smooth belly, leaving trails of precum.
“I’m kinda big, Randy,” Silas warned. “It’s gonna hurt. Maybe a lot. ‘Specially ‘cuz I don’t got no lube.”
Randy lifted his mouth and kissed him deeply, pulling away to gasp, “Be slow. Take your time.” He laughed. “You’ll need to train me.”
A low growl emanated from deep within Silas’ chest and he kissed Randy back, pulling him in tight and devouring his mouth. And then he did something that Randy didn’t think was possible: He stood up, taking Randy along with him. He had no idea that Silas was so strong! He clung to him, legs still wrapped around his waist, arching his back as Silas’ fingers explored his big, ripe buttocks. He shivered, moaning with both trepidation and excitement when they scored his tiny, tight pucker.
“Hold on,” Silas ordered and Randy braced, tightening his legs as the young man let go long enough to undo his belt. There was a soft jingling as it came apart and his pants slid down his waist. Then his hands were back on Randy’s buttocks, kneading them.
Randy let out a little bark of surprise when he felt something blunt and incredibly fat pressing against his rosebud. “That’s too big!” he complained. “You’re too big!”
“Ha!” Silas laughed. “Told ya.” He kissed Randy, soothing, “Don’t worry. I can tell you’re not ready yet. You need more training before I can ride you.”
Randy was disappointed at first–he really wanted Silas inside him!–but Silas made up for it. He lay down on his back and invited Randy to straddle him. And then he took hold of his thick, short dick and teased his foreskin back, exposing his moist glans. Spitting into his hand, he commenced jacking him, all while gently urging Randy backward. Randy flared his buttocks and shivered with delight when he felt Silas’ blunt cockhead pressing against his back door. They rocked back and forth, Silas’ hand jacking his dick while he poked him harder and harder in the butt, inviting Randy to relax his hole.
It worked.
By the time his cock exploded in Silas’ sure grip, he’d managed to coax his hole open wide enough to accept the tip of that fat cock. Silas and he howled in ecstasy as they erupted together, Silas’ hips bucking beneath him and Randy sitting backward to accept the first inch of that incredibly thick dick inside his nubile man-bud. He grinned when he felt Silas’ seed smearing across his open hole.
He’d been (almost) fucked! And by Silas Hill of all people! He’d never felt prouder.
***
Silas stared up at him in wonder as the twilight faded around them. The breeze was cool but Randy was covered in sweat and still hot with exertion. Silas ran his hands over Randy’s torso, cupping his belly lovingly and squeezing. Normally, Randy was self-conscious about his big, soft stomach but something about Silas’ attention made him feel like it was sexy for the first time in his life. Silas moved down and caressed his penis, admiring its short, girthy size.
“You’re beautiful, Randy,” he breathed, tears trickling down his fuzzy cheeks. “So beautiful.” He paused and then asked, “What is your real name? I know Randy wasn’t the name you were given at birth.”
Randy blinked. It had been so long since he’d uttered his Korean name that he’d almost forgotten it. His father had assigned him a new name when they arrived in the States because Americans could never pronounce his real name correctly. Further, in a shrewd maneuver, he gave him a name that began with ‘R’ because that consonant didn’t exist in Korean. This proved to be good practice and Randy soon learned how to master the alien sound.
“It’s Saebyeok Jongma,” he said, dipping his head. For some reason, saying his real name made him feel self-conscious. He felt as if his Korean ancestors were looking down, seeing him perched on top of another man with a penis partially inserted inside his rectum.
“Saebyeok Jongma,” Silas repeated, doing a surprisingly good job of pronouncing it correctly. “What does it mean?”
Randy flushed. “Something like ‘Dusky Stallion’. It’s stupid, I know.”
“No,” Silas replied, smiling. “It’s perfect. That’s just perfect.”
***
Chapter 3
During algebra class the next morning, he noticed that his fingernails were turning black. He sat there, staring at them, turning his hand over and furrowing his brow. Even weirder, his index and middle fingers looked shorter and seemed almost fused together at the base. His little finger curled in on itself, stuck fast against his ring finger. He could barely move his thumb. He shifted in his chair, realizing his feet felt different in his shoes. He twisted his ankles around, alarmed. What was going on?
He would have been even more concerned if not for the distraction of his constant erection. His cock was leaking in his jeans. He looked down and flushed when he saw the spreading dark stain on his thigh, the outline of his erection clearly visible down his leg. Why did his dick look so much longer?
Randy shifted in his chair, trying to concentrate on the lesson but could only think about Silas and his big, thick penis. He clenched his buttocks, anticipating the entry of that amazingly long, fat cock into his most intimate part. His cock swelled in response. And so did his ass.
Wait.
What?
He shifted again, realizing it was true. His jeans were getting tighter by the minute. His butt was expanding! He leaned forward and then looked over his shoulder at his bum, stunned when he beheld the size of his rump. It was so beefy and round!
When a seam started to give way, he knew he had to act fast and asked to be excused. Staggering out of the room, he clutched his jeans together to keep the seams from exploding and made his way to the locker room where he changed into a pair of sweatpants. He sighed as his swollen buttcheeks settled into the roomier seat of the pants. His cock, fat and hard and longer than it should have been, slid down against his hairless thighs. Turning to look over his shoulder in the mirror, he did a double take when he saw his rump.
His ass was, quite simply, huge.
***
At lunchtime, he was sitting on the toilet when it happened. He was straining and then suddenly he heard an audible Pop! and he felt his butthole shoot outward. His fingers trembled when he reached down to touch himself. He groaned in dismay when he realized it was worse than he feared: His asshole was no longer a tiny pucker but a ring of thick, moist flesh. Fuck, it was huge!
What was happening to him?
***
Randy had trouble catching the football during practice. Part of it was the increased mass…down there…but that wasn’t the only reason. Sure, he’d barely been able to squeeze his massive butt into his tights but his hands and feet were also really stiff. “What’s wrong, Kang?” the coach demanded when he fumbled yet another pass. “Yer off yer game.”
Randy didn’t answer. He was too distracted by his hands. He couldn’t make a fist any longer and his fingers had contracted down to mere nubs. When he trotted away, he staggered and had trouble righting himself. Even his ankles felt strange. He shook his head, feeling his long hair swish against his neck, wondering what the fuck was going on. He knew something was definitely wrong but he was also so aroused over the prospect of meeting Silas again that his body’s mysterious changes barely registered.
He’d been flying high all day, exalted by losing his virginity to the most handsome man in the world. Even more unbelievable was the fact that Silas liked him just as much. He couldn’t stop thinking about him and couldn’t wait for practice to be over.
Kyle watched him with a knowing expression. “If ya need any advice,” he offered, “I’m here for ya, bro. Trust yer buddy who knows how to take a big dildo up the butt.”
“Fuck off.” Randy stalked away, trying to ignore his throbbing erection and the strange tingling in his buttocks.
Kyle wasn’t so easily dissuaded. “Talk to me, bro,” he pleaded, pulling him aside and pressing him up against the bleachers. “How was it? Did he fuck yer pussy?”
Randy looked into Kyle’s wide, brown eyes and realized there was more than simple concern written there. “Why?” he demanded, self-conscious because the other players were watching them curiously. “What’s it to you?”
Kyle ran a hand through his shaggy blond hair. He looked desperate. “I-I-I’m worried ‘bout you is all. I juss wanna know he didn’t hurt you.”
Randy’s eyes narrowed. “Kyle, we both know that’s bullshit. Now tell me what’s going on.”
Kyle looked off to the side. “After practice,” he replied evasively. “I’ll tell ya outside after practice.”
“But I’m going to see Silas right away!” Randy complained. The longer he was apart from the man, the worse he felt. He had to be with Silas! He needed him so bad!
“It’ll juss take a sec,” Kyle said, smoothing his hands down his football jersey. Randy noticed he was shaking. “Then you’ll be on yer way.”
***
“Ok, what’s up?” Randy was so jittery, he almost couldn’t stand it. His butthole kept puckering and unpuckering, eagerly awaiting Silas’ cock. His whole body thrummed with desire. If Silas didn’t fuck him soon, he was going to explode. His ass already felt like it was going burst out of the back of his sweatpants as it was!
Kyle seemed equally as worked up. “It’s cock, bro,” he said, taking Randy by the elbow and moving him away from the locker room door. “I need it. The bigger the better.”
“What?”
Kyle sighed. “It’s the fuckin’ dildos, man! They were my gateway and now I’m addicted. Or my hole’s addicted at least.” He ran his hand through his thick hair; Randy noticed it was coated in sweat. “I’ve been using bigger and bigger ones, working my way up. But now plastic ain’t enough. I need a real one. A real cock, that is!” He took Randy by the shirt collar, clinging to him desperately. “Tell me, bro! Tell me how big he is!”
“Silas?”
“Yes, YES! Who else would I be talkin’ ‘bout, Dumbass?” Kyle was almost crazed. “Does he have a big cock?”
Randy flushed, mopping his brow. This was the capstone of a truly bizarre day. “He’s pretty big.”
“How big?” Kyle panted, eyes going round with eagerness. “Show me!”
He pushed Kyle away and held up his hands, making a circle with his fingers. “About this thick.”
Kyle’s eyes bugged out. “No way! FUCK! That’s fuckin’ HUGE!”
Randy nodded. “Yeah, I didn’t think a guy could be that hung. He has trouble finding pants that fit him. Has to wear super baggy ones to hide it. And it’s long, too.” He moved his hands far apart to indicate Silas’ length. “Real long.”
Kyle weaved on his feet, moaning, “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Then his head whipped up and he fixed Randy with a feverish gaze. “Do you think, uh, you could, ya know, maybe…uh, share him with me? Would he be into it? A threesome, I mean.”
Randy blinked. “Kyle, I can’t think about that right now. I haven’t even, uh, well, you know, completely with Silas yet. The last thing I wanna do is think about him fucking you, too. You’re ‘sposed to be straight, remember?” Kyle looked so crestfallen that Randy felt bad. Even though he was on the verge of cumming in his sweats and his butthole was aching for Silas’ horsecock, he managed to find the inner wherewithal to promise, “I’ll ask him, Ok? But I can’t promise anything.”
***
He couldn’t make his feet work when he tried to climb on his bike. A shoe fell off and he stared down at what had become of his foot, not recognizing it. His toes had fused together and turned black. His foot was at least six inches longer than it should’ve been. He tossed his head and clenched his jaw in frustration. He had to get to Silas! He needed to be bred!
Then he smelled him.
Silas.
He’d recognize that scent anywhere.
So potent. So clean. So rich. So masculine.
Wuffling the air with his nostrils, he let out an exuberant neigh of delight and staggered off in the direction of that tantalizing aroma.
Silas was waiting for him in the far field, well away from the house. The field was surrounded by a woodlot. Private. They had the pasture to themselves.
Randy was beside himself. His sweatpants had split down the back and his ass was hanging out. His stiff cock thrust out before him, far longer and fatter than it should’ve been. His foreskin had disappeared and now his cockhead flared out at the tip, flat and wide. The skin was moist and turning a deep chestnut brown.
Randy was scarcely aware of any of this, though; he was too worked up by the driving need to be bred, not to mention confused by the alien sensations of his rapidly changing body. He flung himself into Silas’ arms, sobbing and nuzzling against the man’s firm chest.
“Whaaaat’s wr-wr-wr-wrong with meeeee?!” he begged, snuffling and snorting. “Pleeeeeeeze help meeeee!”
“Shhhh, boy, easy,” Silas soothed, petting his head. “It’ll be Ok. This is normal.”
Randy looked up at him, mouth hanging open. He was about to reply when one of his front teeth fell out. It was quickly followed by the other. Soon, all of his teeth were tumbling out, landing in the dirt at his feet. “Heeeeeeelllllllppppppp!” he pleaded. “Ssssssssss—-iiiiiii—–llllllllasssss!” Why was it so hard to talk?
Silas took his muzzle in his hands. (Wait, I have a muzzle?!) He held Randy’s gaze with his own. His blue eyes were stern but also filled with love. “Do you trust me, Randy?”
Randy nodded or tried to. The best he could do was raise and lower his head, though. His long, black hair drifted down over his right eye and his muzzle now extended more than a foot. His tongue was thickening in his mouth and he could feel new, wide teeth pushing out from his gums. His legs could barely hold his weight any longer and he wanted badly to sink down onto his hands and knees. Silas kept him upright…for the moment at least.
Silas watched him with a small smile. “Good. I’m glad. Now let me harness you.”
He lowered Randy down to the ground and his arms and legs splayed out around him. He looked up helplessly at Silas, pleading in his eyes. What was going on?
“Just let it happen.”
Silas sounded so calm, so authoritative, so manly. Instantly, Randy relaxed and allowed Silas to fasten a bridle around his head. Then he attached a harness around his torso and tightened the various buckles until it was snug. Randy tossed his head and struggled, trying to stand. Silas helped him, tugging on the reins and gently urging him up. He finally managed to get his gangling arms and legs under his incredibly heavy body and heave himself to his feet. He stood there, teetering back and forth on all fours, afraid he was going to topple over.
He craned his neck and looked back at himself in amazement. His torso had thickened and widened into a huge barrel and his skin was sprouting a coat of shiny, chestnut-colored hair. His significant rump rose muscular and rounded behind him, a true marvel. He twitched back there and a long, silken tail flicked flies off his ass. Lowering his ears back against his skull, he turned back to Silas.
“You’re beautiful, Randy. My new workhorse.”
Randy stamped a hoof in the dirt and opened his mouth to complain but all that came out was a plaintive whinny. His eyes rolled back in his head as terror took over. This couldn’t be real! He wasn’t a horse! He was a boy! This wasn’t happening! He rose up unsteadily on his hind legs, kicking feebly. He would have lashed out with a hoof if Silas hadn’t taken hold of the reins and pulled him back down.
“Easy, boy,” he soothed. “Easy. This is what you wanted, isn’t it? To be my workhorse?” He reached up and smoothed Randy’s glossy mane away from his eyes. “You’re not my first and you certainly won’t be my last but you are special. I won’t let any other stallion come between us.” He laughed, such a pleasant sound! “No, it’s you and me, Randy. We’ll always be together.”
Randy couldn’t help it. He nuzzled Silas’s cheek, peeling back his thick, horsy lips and nibbling him gently with his thickened teeth. Silas laughed again. It was like music to Randy’s long, pointy ears.
“Now for your reward,” Silas said, stepping back and holding out his arms. “Undress me, Randy. Then I can breed you properly.”
***
Chapter 4
Randy’s jaw fell open at the delicious sight of Silas. He was wearing the same ratty, red t-shirt and baggy trousers as always. The man-scent wafting off of him was both heady and decadent. The giant, throbbing outline of his cock was clearly visible, pressing insistently against the canvas material. Randy licked his lips with his long, fat tongue, and clopped forward on his new, long legs. His hooves scored the ground beneath him and he staggered before catching himself. This new body was going to take some getting used to!
He tore off Silas’ shirt, leaving him bare-chested and magnificent in the hazy, golden sunlight. And then he reached out and chewed off the man’s belt. It was easy with his big, new teeth and much stronger jaw. Silas laughed, holding up his arms and letting his pants slide down his slim hips and elegant thighs.
Nothing could have prepared Randy for the sight of the horsecock that emerged from the confines of those trousers. Silas’ organ was even bigger than the previous evening, thicker and longer than should have been humanly possible. As he stared, it rose up from the nest of his red pubic hair, pointing right at Randy’s muzzle.
Silas looked down at himself and smiled. “Big enough to even breed a stallion, wouldn’t you say, Randy?”
Randy didn’t know what happened but an overriding lust and hunger overcame him at the sight of the fully naked and aroused Silas. One moment, he was drooling at the sight of that cock, feeling his anal ring twitch, and then he was barreling down on Silas. He forced him against the nearby fence and flipped him around until he was bent over one of the rails. And then he buried his snout in the fuzzy, stinky cleft of his ass. His long, fat tongue extended and he slurped up and down, wetting Silas’ startled pucker. Silas braced at first but then relaxed, spreading his thighs and reaching back to part his firm ass cheeks. He invited Randy to savage him.
“God, Randy!” he gasped, asshole flaring under the onslaught of that eager tongue. “I’ve never had a stallion eat my asshole before!” He paused, panting and moaning, “Fuck! Oh, fuck! That’s amazing!”
Randy responded by nipping that tiny, tight pucker. Silas jumped, crying out, but it was a cry of delight, not pain. Calling over his shoulder, he said, “I’ve never bottomed for a horse before but,” he held up a warning finger, “if you’re good and let me fuck you really hard, I might consent to be mounted. You have to promise you’ll go easy on me, though. You could kill me with that thing!”
By ‘thing’ he meant the giant cock bobbing between Randy’s hindquarters. Easily as big and thick as the stallion, Aziz’s, Randy could feel its significant weight and heft and knew it was truly massive. The thought of fucking Silas’ tight hole with it was almost as exciting as the prospect of being fucked by Silas’ giant horsecock.
“Kneel, Randy,” Silas ordered, pushing himself up off the fence. “Or I won’t be able to reach your butthole.”
Randy obeyed, willing his ungainly legs to bend down. He neighed as his erection slid down into the grass, getting trapped between his barrel chest and the ground. Behind him, his fat, glossy rump spread out wide and hungry. Silas paced around him, mesmerized by the sight of his horse ass.
“God, fuck! That’s beautiful!” he praised. “Randy, I wish you could see it for yourself. Your ass is amazing! So big, so fat, so muscular!”
Randy flushed with pride, lifting his tail and exposing his swollen anal ring. His hefty pair of balls hung down low, lolling in the grass behind him, filling up his newly-expanded, silken smooth, black scrotum. He wanted Silas to know he was a stallion in prime breeding condition.
He needn’t have worried. The sight of his hole and balls left Silas speechless. All he could hear was contented moans as Silas walked back and forth, admiring the rear view. Finally, he approached and, placing his big hand on Randy’s burning rump, traced a finger around the circumference of his asshole.
Randy lifted his head and whinnied.
Silas cupped one of his incredible balls–bigger than a softball!–in his hand, gently squeezing.
Randy belled with ecstasy. He wanted Silas to mount him! Now!
“Alright, boy, here goes.”
The moment had finally arrived. Randy’s ears twitched as he heard a loud, wet, squelching sound behind him. “Lube,” Silas explained. “I remembered to bring it this time.” There was a breathless pause as Silas rubbed the goopy stuff down the length of his hulking cock and then Randy braced when he reached out and slathered it around his puckered anus.
Silas stood up on his haunches and grasped Randy’s rump in both hands, leaning slightly forward until…
Randy’s head flew up and he bellowed with delight as he felt his asshole slacken, inviting Silas to breed him. The tip of the man’s red, shiny cockhead pressed into him. He neighed with delight, relaxing further.
And then Silas was in!
It was unlike anything he could have ever imagined. Randy quivered from head to hoof as inch after inch of Silas’ cock slid inside him. Just when he thought he couldn’t possibly take any more, Silas pushed in further. By the time he’d inserted the entire length of his shaft inside Randy, the two had become completely united, their bodies were now one body, man and horse, together as they were always meant to be. Silas slumped down over Randy’s backside, hugging his immense rump in his arms and thrusting in deeper. He moaned, cock expanding and penetrating even deeper. Randy opened his mouth and panted, unable to believe how close he felt to Silas.
He loved this man.
Loved him more than anything.
Loved him enough to give up even his humanity for him.
He was–and would be forever–Silas’ workhorse.
***
Silas eventually emptied his cum inside Randy, filling him to overflowing. When he pulled out, Randy’s hole twitched. He could feel the human’s seed trickling out of him. It felt so naughty.
“Now do me,” Silas said, slapping him hard on the rump. “You haven’t cum yet. But be careful! You could kill me if you get too carried away.”
He paced over to the fence and leaned over it, spreading his ass cheeks and giving Randy a glimpse of his hairy hole. It was the most beautiful sight that Randy could imagine and he staggered onto his hooves, feeling his big horsecock slap against his belly. He approached the vulnerable man, flaring his nostrils and taking in the forbidden scent of Silas’ man-bud. It was so ripe!
With effort, he hooked his front hooves over the fence rail, pinning Silas beneath him. Silas was slick with sweat and he smelled both desire and fear. Randy tossed his mane, feeling powerful. He had Silas at his mercy and could do anything he wanted to him!
Awkwardly, he squatted down and aimed his erection as best as he could, first scoring Silas’ taint before righting himself and finding that perfect spot, the one that made Silas quiver and moan. Silas lifted his head and rested his cheek against Randy’s foreleg. It was a sign of submission. He was handing his life over to Randy. It was Randy’s choice what to do with it.
There was no need for lube.
Randy was already dripping with desire and, he’d learned quickly, his horse-shaft was naturally slick. He placed the wide, flared head of his cock against Silas’ unfucked hole and, grunting with the effort of restraining himself, very slowly but insistently pushed forward.
“Ah, fuck!” Silas cried. “Oh, fuck, that’s huge!”
Randy nickered, lowering his muzzle to take a hank of Silas’ hair in his teeth. He tugged backward and pushed his barrel chest downward. Silas had no choice but to spread his thighs wider and invite him in. Randy took advantage of this and thrust his cock forward.
“FUUUUUUUUCK!” Silas whined. “Yer gonna tear me open!”
Randy didn’t stop. He kept going, pushing harder and harder until he felt a little pop as Silas’ asshole gave way beneath him. His horsecock slipped inside.
“FUUUUUUUCK! OH, FUUUUUUUUCK! DON’T STOP!”
On fire with lust and the victory of domination, Randy bore down on him, only stopping after a good foot of his massive cock was firmly lodged inside his man. And then he commenced bucking. Silas screamed, clawing at the fencepost, and Randy tightened his hold on his hair. It was a brutal and bestial fucking but both of them were so into it that they didn’t care. All too soon, he was filling up Silas’s colon with his horse seed and it was Silas who was complaining about his wrecked hole.
Randy grinned, his horsy lips peeling back from his thickened teeth. And then he kissed Silas, extending his long tongue and probing until the man opened his mouth, letting him inside. He gloried in his new, immense size–Everything about him was bigger now. Everything!–as his sloppy, fat tongue utterly dominated Silas’ much tinier one. Silas clung weakly to his mane, struggling for air. Randy thrust his tongue in deeper. Silas might be the man but he, Randy, was much bigger and more powerful than him. He only listened to Silas because he wanted to, not because Silas was better than him.
***
He let Silas put a saddle on his back after they’d worn themselves out with rutting. When his man slipped a foot in the stirrup and climbed atop him, he gave a little start of shock. It was really weird being ridden! But Silas’ firm hand was on his mane and he guided Randy back to the barn, the place that would become his new home.
Silas strapped a bag of oats and alfalfa over his muzzle and he munched away, discovering for the first time how delicious grain tasted. Silas laughed, grooming his sleek coat with a bristly brush that felt so good. He watched later as Silas stripped naked and dumped a bucket of water over his head, scrubbing his butt and wincing.
“Ouch! Fuck!” he complained, turning around and bending over to display his ruined asshole. “I look just like you back there now, dude!”
Randy licked his thick lips, studying the tender pink skin of Silas’ anus. It was protruding in a big ring of thick, succulent flesh. He stretched out his neck and licked it, causing Silas to yelp with surprise. And then he pushed him against the stall and proceeded to fuck him harder and harder. Silas buckled beneath him, grunting and moaning as Randy drove another foot of his massive cock up that hot, tight chute.
“Stop, Randy! Stop!” Silas finally pleaded. “If you go any farther, it’s gonna come out my mouth!”
Randy lifted his head and shook his mane, letting out a victorious whinny as he exploded once again inside his human. Silas grabbed weakly at his forelegs, mewling like a kitten as horse cum filled his belly until it was swollen.
When Randy finally pulled out, leaving Silas’ hole even bigger and more swollen than before, Silas gingerly washed off again. Then he turned his attention to Randy, pulling out a hose and a washcloth and spending an inordinate amount of time soaping up and cleaning his male parts. Randy’s giant balls were sagging down in their shiny, black sack and Silas lovingly wiped them. Randy braced and spread his back legs, inviting Silas to wash his penis. He was hard again and dripping, his flattened cockhead nearly touching the floor. Silas surprised him by climbing beneath him and taking the first several inches in his mouth and treating him to the first blowjob of his life. Once again, Randy exploded, filling Silas’ mouth to overflowing with his potent semen. Silas swallowed, laughing to himself.
He stroked Randy’s cock fondly, causing him to stamp his hoof and lift his head, shivering with delight. And then he commenced bathing Randy’s hungry, huge butthole. One thing led to another and Silas was on a stepladder, fucking him again. This time, he was slow and tender, edging deeper and deeper inside his beloved horses’ ass.
When he came, he folded himself over Randy’s huge rump and rested his cheek on his back. “I’ve never been happier,” he sighed, pumping his still orgasming cock. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, Randy.” Randy turned his head and wuffled his ear causing Silas to laugh. Even though he could no longer talk, he agreed with his human mate. He’d never been happier, either.
That night, they curled up together on top of a pile of fresh straw and drifted off to sleep. Silas slept naked, pressed against the barrel of his immense chest for warmth. Randy curled his hooves protectively around his human. Silas looked so small and helpless! Randy regarded him quizzically, trying to remember what it felt like to have a body that was so tiny, weak and nearly hairless. It was hard, though. Hard to remember anything besides being a horse.
Because that’s what he was now.
That’s what he was meant to be.
***
Epilogue
The police arrived the next day just as Silas had finished feeding the horses. Randy lifted his muzzle from the water trough and blinked. It was already getting hard to remember things from his time as a human and he had to struggle to put his hoof on the meaning of those flashing red and blue lights. He perked up, though, when the men emerged from inside the vehicle and approached Silas.
Silas was calm and greeted the men cordially. Randy heard a few words he recognized like his name and ‘clothes’ and ‘field’. The rest, though, was foreign. From that point onward, the only time he could understand human speech was when Silas was talking to him.
He grew upset when the men handcuffed Silas and hauled him into the back of the squad car. He reared up, pawing the air with his hooves, and would have broken through the fence if Rachel hadn’t appeared beside him. She murmured something soothing and he settled down, accepting a tasty cube of alfalfa from the palm of her hand. She smiled and petted his neck, picking up Mae and placing her on his back. He lifted his head proudly when the little girl dug her little fingers into his mane, giggling with glee.
“Don’t worry, Randy,” Rachel murmured. “He’ll come back. He won’t leave you.”
Despite her reassurance, it seemed like it took forever for Silas to return and Randy grew increasingly despondent. Finally, though, he reappeared, looking weary and a little haggard, but he brightened as soon as he saw Randy waiting for him at the fence.
“There’s my boy!” he praised, running his hand up Randy’s muzzle and drawing him down for a kiss. “I’ve missed my big workhorse!”
Randy wanted badly to ask him if everything was alright but he couldn’t. He could only trust that Silas was good to his word and would never break his promise and leave Randy alone. He licked his man’s bearded cheek, making Silas chuckle.
Silas didn’t leave again and they spent every day together. In the mornings, he would help Silas train horses and in the afternoons they would fuck each other senseless. Silas slept curled up tightly against him every night. Randy had never been happier.
About a week passed and Randy lifted his head, flaring his nostrils at a familiar scent. He looked up to find Kyle ambling down the driveway, his baseball cap askew on his head and his thick, blond hair blowing in the breeze. Kyle saw Silas and waved, a smile curving his lips.
Curious why his old human friend might be visiting, Randy trotted over. Kyle and Silas were engaged in an earnest conversation of which he could only understand a word or two. Kyle paused and looked up at him in wonder as he approached, though, backing away slightly.
“Holy shit!” he exclaimed. “That’s a huge mother-fuckin’ stallion, bro! What is he? A Clydesdale?”
Silas laughed. “Nah, he’s too big to be a Clydesdale.” He placed his hand on Randy’s withers, caressing him. “Someone told me he’s a Shire horse from Korea.”
Kyle furrowed his brow. “A Shire…from Korea? Wow. Really?”
Silas shrugged. “That’s what I’m told. All I know is that I love this horse more than anything else in this world.” He patted Randy on the hindquarters, making him lift his head and whinny with pride. “He’s my everything.”
Kyle’s eyes slid from Silas to Randy, gradually narrowing. “Say, Silas, what did you say that horse’s name was anyway?”
“I didn’t,” Silas replied glibly. “But his name is Saebyeok. Saebyeok Jongma, in fact.”
“Huh.” Kyle put his hands on his hips. “Weird name. Never heard nuthin’ like it.”
“I looked it up,” Silas offered. “It means ‘dusky stallion.’ A fitting name for him, I think.”
“Yeah, it’s a good name.” Kyle reached out and very tentatively placed his hand on Randy’s flank. Randy quivered at his touch. “Now, yer prolly wonderin’ what I’m here for, right?”
“Is it about Randy?” Silas asked calmly, lowering his head. He’d never looked more beautiful to Randy than at that moment.
Kyle shook his shaggy head. “Nah, not ‘bout him, though I miss him a lot. Prolly not nearly as much as you do, though.” He gave Silas a knowing smirk. “I’m here for another reason. I was wonderin’ if yer, uh, lookin’ for an apprentice.” His eyes slid down to the obvious bulge in Silas’ trousers. “Someone to, ya know, help ya…out…around here.” He turned around as he spoke and his significant buttocks jiggled provocatively in his tight sweatpants.
Silas’ tongue was resting on his lip and his blue eyes were slightly glazed. Finally, after the silence and sexual tension had stretched on, he shook himself. “I might have some work for you around here. Mind, I can’t pay you. Not with money at least…”
“Oh, Mr. Hill!” Kyle exclaimed, glowing with happiness. “Thank you! Thank you so much! I’ll work my ass off for you, I swear!”
“I sure hope not,” Silas said, laughing, “‘cuz yer big, beautiful ass is the reason I’m hiring you.”
Kyle chuckled, unable to resist shaking his bootycheeks a little. “Well, in that case, lemme rephrase that. I promise I’ll work real hard. I’ll be a regular workhorse!”
Silas’ watched him through slitted eyes. “A workhorse, you say? Ok, I’ll hold you to that. When can you start?”
***
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