Ryan and Cassie looked at one another in confusion, then to the old man who’d just claimed he could ‘save their night out sure as a junebug fits into a country simile.’ Had it not been for the sheer ridiculousness of the remark, they’d have brushed it off altogether.
“Okay, so… What you’re saying is that you have a way to make sure Cassie and I have the best date of our lives,” Ryan began slowly, still trying to wrap his head around what the man was saying, “and it somehow has to do with pony play?”
Inwardly, Cassie was a tornado of emotions. She held the bridle in her hands unsurely, doing her best not to show how excited she was by this. There was something about both wearing one and seeing Ryan wear one that resonated deep within her. She knew she had to convince him somehow.
“I’m sayin’ that it seems right obvious that you two’ll have the night of your lives, guaranteed. Who knows? Y’all might even want to come back here from time to time,” said the farmer with a wink. “I’ll give you some time to think it over. Gotta start gettin’ to work on the corn ride. Hear lotsa people will like it this year.”
The odd man spun on his heel and set off whistling a jaunty tune that was oddly familiar despite being horrendously off-key.
“Weird,” Ryan muttered to himself, before hefting his own bridle in his hands. “So… I mean, I guess it’s worth a shot?” He didn’t see the appeal, but he also knew that Cassie was the most gorgeous girl he’d ever laid eyes on. Even if it meant a moment’s embarrassment, he was more than happy to spend some extra time with her.
“Of course!” She spoke a little too quickly. A deep flush covered her cheeks, and she fidgeted in place. “I mean, if you’re willing to go first.”
Ryan rolled his eyes good-naturedly, but did as asked. The bridle slipped easily past his ears, despite being made for a horse, and he stretched his mouth wide to fit around the bit. He nearly didn’t make it all the way, and had to uncomfortably bite into the salty leather.
A little too late, he wondered if the bridle had been washed since its last user had been through with it. Soon that concern would be the farthest thing from his mind, however.
Cassie noticed it first, mostly because she had to look down to angle her own bridle over her head. She nibbled at the bit and felt a rush of pleasure course through her, then caught sight of a distinct bulge in Ryan’s jeans.
“Oh, hey! ‘Ooks ‘ike thumwun’th horny!” She said in a muffled, singsong voice. Her hips swayed from side to side, instinct and amusement both guiding the motion.
“Hunh?” Ryan followed her gaze, then yelped at the sight of his growing member. Oddly enough, he didn’t feel too aroused. Normally that tent would mean that he was getting excited—though then again, normally it would look more like a tent and less like he’d stuffed a sweatshirt down his pants.
The man didn’t have long to reflect on that, as a second later, an ache tore across his every muscle, especially the one between his legs. He fell to all fours with a groan, arcing his back and angling his neck upwards. “Caththie! Thumthin’s… NNGH!”
Unfortunately, Cassie mistook the motion for a joke. She giggled and pranced over to her date, a strange giddiness filling her from head to toe. A few minutes ago she’d thought Ryan was a little too tame and boring for her tastes. But now that it looked like he was into some pony play too, she was literally chomping at the bit to be with him.
The girl slipped atop him, her thighs hugging his flanks. She leaned her cheek down to his, running her hands over his chest and wondering how he’d managed to hide all that muscle beneath his clothes. “Thumthin’s good…” She purred, flicking her head as her ears began to lengthen.
“Gooddugh!?” It was getting harder and harder for Ryan to talk. He could feel something in his mouth changing, like everything was getting thicker from his tongue to his teeth to even his lips. He blew some air past them and felt them flap, only to huff as Cassie’s weight atop his back doubled.
Cassie still wasn’t aware of her own changes yet, not the growing nub over her tailbone, her equine ears, or even her swelling, massive mare’s posterior. Then again, even had she noticed, she might not care.
“Mhmm!” She beamed around her bridle, absently noticing how it was a bit easier to talk around the bit than it had been a moment ago. Her long hair collected along the back of her neck as though magnetized to the spot, and she tousled it in a surprisingly delicate motion. “I think thith ith really thexthy. Neigh, pony boy!”
Ryan didn’t have much choice in the matter. His throat tingled, and he gasped in guttural surprised. “Hgghrr-RREEIGH!” The changing man felt a thrill of pleasure at the sound, and more than a sliver of pride.
His every muscle swelled with the noise, strength flowing through his veins, adrenaline spiking his nerves. He face ached more, but he paid it little heed, closing his eyes as they slowly shifted towards the sides of his head. He breathed in through a swelling nose, opened lips that were thick and whiskered, and unleashed a whinny that made his face grow straight into his new bridle. “HGNEEEIIGH!”
The sound was like an explosive impact to Cassie’s body. While her changes had been slow and subtle so far, the sound of a stallion forced them to accelerate to an insane pace. Her breasts sank back into a barreling chest, thick and shaggy fetlocks bloomed from her wrists and ankles alike, and her neck shot out from past her shoulders.
She noticed all this happen at once, a series of dizzying sensations that made her lose her balance. She flailed with hands that looked more like hooves, catching onto nothing and falling onto her flank. “H-heyuhEIGH!”
There must have been a bit of extra magic in their bridles, because Cassie’s fall tangled her reins with Ryan’s. When she hit the ground, she pulled his head towards hers. It was just in time for her own face to grow, features broadening, nose flaring out, lips getting thick and coarse.
The tug of rein and pull of transformation were all it took to press the two half-humans’ lips together. They looked into one another’s increasingly equine eyes as best they could, and realized that they were as close to kissing a literal horse as possible.
A second later, both of them decided it felt too good for them to care about it. The space between them was eaten by a mirrored snort from their muzzles, and they sloppily pressed their bulky faces together, imitating as kiss as best as they could.
It wasn’t pretty, but that didn’t keep it from feeling amazing. Ryan hardly noticed his own tail come in, though he did shake out his mane with pride and exhilaration alike. Cassie saw the motion and fell in love on the spot, seeing Ryan not just as a man, but as a mate.
She felt him as one, too. Though it was strange and alien for her equine body to lie on her back this way, it let her perfectly feel Ryan’s bulge burst free of his jeans. Her own frame shuddered, tearing her casual outfit to ribbons and better allowing him free reign over her mare’s form.
Feeling Cassie’s warm body beneath him, Ryan groaned and lolled his head forward drunkenly. The sensation only got better as fur covered both their forms, a rich brown for her and a jet black for him. He felt his wrists and ankles tingle, and he watched as he grew shaggy hair much like hers.
He didn’t know much about horses, but Ryan knew enough to recognize a draft horse when he saw one. He wasn’t a racer or a show pony, he was a work horse. So was she, which meant that the two of them would have more than enough stamina for what they both had in mind.
With a surprising delicacy for his size, Ryan rolled his hips back, sliding his massive horse cock along the supple curve of Cassie’s body until his tip pressed at her swelling folds. He could feel the heat from her winking pussy, and he dreamed of taking her for himself. The only thing that stopped him was a momentary, human concern that he should make sure she was ready for this.
Almost completely a mare, Cassie had her answer ready for him. She slammed her hips against his, taking the initiative despite his being on top of her. She didn’t care if it was a bit improper, a bit indelicate. She only knew that it felt absolutely incredible.
Ryan’s eyes widened and he whinnied with delight, feeling his balls swell, as though being connected to Cassie was making him less of a man and more of a stallion. He welcomed the changes eagerly, driving and out of her with wild abandon.
Cassie wanted to hold him more than ever, and her wish was somewhat granted by the changes. Her shoulders and hips rotated and locked, until her four legs were clamped tightly about Ryan’s form, embracing him as best a horse can. The motion came with a slight discomfort, but that was more than made up for the realization that she wasn’t a human anymore.
No, Cassie wasn’t a human: she was a horse, being fucked like a human. The thrill brought her to lie her long mare’s neck back against the ground, whinnying her lust to the entire farm.
Still, Ryan fucked her. His hips drove into her with the full force of his workhorse body, the muscle sending him so close to her womb that Cassie fantasized he might split her in half. She nickered and tried to spur him onwards, but she really didn’t need to encourage him.
Even without her eager whinnies, her equine begs for more, Ryan would have increased his pace. He could feel something building within himself, could feel a strange ache building just at the base of his tip. He realized what it was just as his entire body shuddered, and the stallion let out a proud cry as he came into his mare, flooding her fertile womb with his seed.
Cassie cried out in turn, whinnying with joy as her walls clenched around him. She milked her stallion for every drop he was worth, and felt more alive than she’d ever been in her entire life.
“Damn! I turn my back on you kids for five minutes, and already you’re one round in.” The farmer whistled under his breath. They hadn’t heard him draw close, but here he was, practically beside them. “Anyways, I reckon I’ll let you get another round in before we get you hooked up to the corn ride. Hope you don’t mind me assuming you’ll want to stay as horses and help me out with the next few folks.”
The two were too tired to respond with anything but quiet huffs, and too enamored with one another to consider changing back to anything resembling human.