(F to M Horse)
The air was hushed, in quiet reverence of the witch who stood on trial. That was probably the only good thing about this courtroom, Lianna mused.
“..for which she shall be judged,” finished her accuser. He’d been prattling on about her various crimes, some of which were actually correct.
“Very well. The verdict shall be rendered,” the judge intoned, her stern face set into a firm glare.
“Can we just skip to the part where you set me free? I have a shop to run, you know,” Lianna yawned. The magical collar around her neck kepy her from using any spellcraft, but it didn’t keep her from talking.
“I beg your pardon?” The judge glared down to her. “You do realize who you are talking to, yes?”
“No, nor do I care. The Nikean Creed renders all of my spellcraft, cursework, and miscellaneous hexes to be immune to all judgement,” Lianna explained slowly and condescendingly. She made sure to gesture with her hands, to get the point across. “So am I free to go yet?”
“You would be… Had the Nikean Creed not been abolished,” the judge smiled in a distinctly predatory fashion.
“Ah. Um. Well,” Lianna stammered, caught on the wrong foot. She’d allowed them to bind her powers and strut her up on stage because she’d thought she was safe. Now, however… “When did that happen, Your Excellency?”
“Yesterday. Is that a touch of feigned humility I hear in your tone? Did someone put a bit too much stock in her ‘irrefutable innocence?’”
“No…” Lianna lied, fidgeting in place. She anxiously reached up to the collar around her neck, wondering if she might be able to tug it free.
“Bailiff.”
“Understood, ma’am.” The man to the right of the judge’s podium gestured with a hand. “Whenever the accused attempts to use her fingers, they shall change further into hooves.”
Law magic. That was the worst kind of magic, intentionally setting impossible rules to abide by.
Lianna glowered at him as her fingers twitched, stiffening slightly. A dark shade spread across her fingertips, though it didn’t advance much farther than the first knuckle.
“You see, the truth is, you’ve already been sentenced. Your crimes were severe enough to warrant an early judgment; this trial is entirely for show,” the judge said with a smile.
“What?” Lianna yelped. “I have my rights!”
“Had. You had your rights. Now that your little bit of legal protection has been annulled, you’re as unguarded as any of your victims.”
“Listen here, you bitch-”
“Bailiff.”
“The more the accused curses, the more aroused she will become.”
“Fuck!” Lianna gasped, her fingers drifting between her legs. She pressed them against herself, only to whimper as her digits stiffened further.
The dark shade that was undeniably enamel covered her fingers further, and they began to fuse at the tip. Still, she couldn’t help but touch herself once more, though it made her palms bloat and swell.
The law mage certainly knew his craft well. Lianna was hornier than she could remember being in some time. Still, she could resist… For a time, at least. All I need to do is keep from swearing. Easy.
“You will, of course, be given a chance,” the judge motioned to her right, and some of the court’s attendants wheeled out a shape Lianna had seen on many a farm. “Bailiff? When she’s ready.”
It was a phantom mare, a tool used to collect the seed from stallions. The implication didn’t escape Lianna: they wanted her to turn into some kind of stallion.
“The more the accused wants the phantom mare, the more she will change from female to male.” The bailiff called.
Lianna didn’t hear it, at first. She was too busy thinking about how it would feel to just once, just once, rub against that glistening artificial pussy.
She pressed against her stand, groaning as her clit went numb. At the same time, a sensitive nub swelled to life within her, slipping from her aching folds.
“The verdict is simple,” the judge began, “If the accused uses the phantom mare to masturbate, she will become a simple plow horse. Of course, you will be allowed to retain your intelligence…” The judge trailed off, giving the bailiff a pointed look.
“When aroused, the accused will temporarily lose her intellect.”
It wasn’t fair. They were a good team, a judge who dealt with overarching conditions, and a bailiff who could handle the minutiae.
Wait. But… If I masturbate without using the phantom mare, I’ll be home free. Lianna smirked, proud of herself for finding a loophole.
Quickly, she took the advantage. “Allow me to reply by saying fuck you both, you dumbass bitches, and I’ll be fucking glad to walk out of here on two legs.”
The effect was as immediate and as visceral as she’d hoped. A rush of arousal coursed through her, and Lianna fell onto her stand, breathing raggedly. Her eyelids fluttered as her brain clouded, but that was fine. She could still make it through this, as long as she came.
Her fingers worked at her mix of cock and pussy desperately, and she soon felt herself coming to a wonderful edge. But… She was sure there was something she was forgetting.
Oh. Oh shit, I’m using my hands! Lianna whimpered aloud, her eyes widening as she came to a horrid realization. Her right hand was firmly inside her, and her left was curled around her forming cock.
Both grew bigger, bulkier, clumsier. Her fingers warped into useless, thick hooves, pushing her one hand from her cock and swelling the other that was inside her.
That felt good, surprisingly so. She bucked her hips, whimpering, looking to the judge and bailiff with a triumphant, albeit dopey grin.
“I’m gonna win, losers!” She giggled dimwittedly, arousal dropping her IQ like a rock. She humped at her hand, basking in pleasure. But it wasn’t quite enough. She needed a bit more, needed to tease the small cock between her legs.
To her credit, she tried to the hoof that wasn’t stuck between her legs. She tried, so hard, to bump it against her cock’s sensitive head.
“Is something the problem? You don’t seem like you’re getting it as easily as you’d like,” the judge crooned.
“F-fuck you, I’m so horny!” Lianna whimpered, shuddering as her dick, impossibly grew stiffer. Another wave of arousal coursed through her, joined by a torrent of stupidity.
It… Not enough… Need to fuck something... Lianna’s eyes wandered to the phantom mare, and she choked on her pleasure. Her cock swelled, to the point where it forced the hoof from her pussy. She tried to push it back in, but it was too big, she couldn’t do much more than rub against her lips.
A feeling of empty, aching want drove through her like a lance, and Lianna screamed in anger. “God DAMN it!”
“Not so easy now, is it?” The judge cooed mockingly.
“Fuck you, fuck this! Fuck ME!” Lianna wailed, writhing with wanton desire. She fell forward over her stand, her breasts pressed against the wood. Her thoughts slowed further, and she humped at the air.
She didn’t know how to use her hooves to make herself feel good. She didn’t even know how to use hands to make herself feel good. Fuck me, I’ve forgotten how to masturbate. This isn’t good.
“Oh my, what a poor horse-to-be. If only there was some way you could relieve that need of yours, if only there was a mare here.”
Lianna’s attention snapped back to the mare. She looked at it, drank in the sight. Her pussy clenched, and she rubbed her hot thighs against one another as something deep inside her changed.
She could feel it in her womb. Her organs were changing, shifting, becoming unsuitable for carrying a child. And, in the process…
“HGHAAH!” Lianna yelped as two heavy, aching balls pushed from within her, wrapped in a fleshy scrotum. It was the end of her pussy, and the end of her resistance.
“Need… Breed!” She huffed, clopping her hooves against her podium, using them to try and push herself over the only divider between her and the mare.
The judge laughed at the sight. Lianna, once such a proud and arrogant thing, was bound with hooves for hands, and an impressive cock lifted her skirt. Her mouth was slack, as she was too preoccupied with need to consider appearances, and her cute freckled cheeks were flushed.
Then Lianna dove atop the mare, her arms wrapped around it, and her time as a human was at an end.
“Hnnf… HnNNF!” She breathed through an expanding nose. She crossed her eyes and watched as her face distorted, broadening and coarsening into an equine visage.
“She lasted longer than I’d thought. Too bad for her, this was never something she’d walk from. Not on two legs, at any rate,” the judge joked.
Lianna glowered at them, but didn’t stop humping her humanity away. Her heavy balls slapped against the mare’s latex thighs, and she groaned as her manhood changed inside the toy.
Her cock’s head flared, growing wider, flatter. At the same time, her shaft widened, plugging the mare tightly. A strange sensation wrapped around the base of her cock, and Lianna was forced to lay atop the phantom mare’s back as she grew an equine sheath.
“No… Nhf… Fair… Hrff...” Lianna managed between ragged breaths. She mashed her breasts harder against the toy’s broad back, knowing what it would mean if she surrendered fully and emptied herself within the toy.
“And yet it’s fairer than the chance you gave to many of your victims. Why don’t you hush, and keep at it? Good horses aren’t nearly so vocal.”
“Whenever the accused moves her hips, she will lose more of her ability to speak.”
“What? That’s neiighth fhheiighr!” Lianna gasped, pistoning faster and faster. Talking was the only way she could curse, and cursing turned her on.
Her petite ass broadened, rippling with muscle as it swelled into the bulky backside of a plow horse. It tore through her skirt with almost mocking ease, sending the tatters of her clothing to the ground.
“Got something to say? Better act quick, while you still can.”
“Fuck shit HNNH hardeiighr fuhuhrrk HGHREIIGH!” Lianna’s neck stretched from her body, elongating her cry into a proper whinny. She squeezed her eyes shut as her throat broadened, as new vertebrae clicked into place between her head and shoulders.
At the same time, a shaggy tail burst from above her ass. It swished with need, tickling her balls on every return of her hips.
The effect of her last curses hit her a second later, with all the force of a tsunami. Her cock screamed with need, demanding she fuck harder until her muscles ached with overuse. She drooled as all higher thought fled her, leaving her with only the need to breed, to mate, to fuck.
I… Lianna… Dumb horse… She thought, through the haze of pleasure. For some reason, it was a good thought. Her upper body barreled out, and the rest of her cute clothes met the same fate as her skirt.
The judge laughed as Lianna fucked away her humanity, each hump selling more of her body. And in return, Lianna was able to feel better than she ever had in her life.
Thick, coarse fur burst from her every pore, all save along the back of her neck. It was a dull brown that matched her hair, though long and white hairs soon slid from her wrists and ankles. The hair atop her head lightened to match, tugging her head back as it pulled into a thick, voluminous mane.
Horny! Fuck! Breed! Lianna’s eyes swirled. Dimly, a part of Lianna remembered that stallions were boy horses, and that Lianna was a stallion. This part of him was rather proud for making that association, and he chuffed thickening lips with satisfaction.
He kept swelling, bigger, stronger. A show horse would make this feral act look almost elegant. Lianna made it appear like the simple rut it was, a ponderous, clumsy attempt to cum from a big, heavy horse.
“Nnh! UNNH! UNNH!” Lianna vocalized, his eyes wide. Each breath was louder and louder to his changing ears, which lengthened and swiveled as new muscles set in. He twitched and flicked them at each sound in the room, focusing on the wet echoes of his rutting.
He lifted himself on his aching toes, and was soon glad to feel them go numb beneath him. Each delicate digit had massed together into a dark and thick hoof, letting him stand properly and fuck the mare beneath him for all she was worth.
MARE! FUCK! LiannaFUCK! Indeed, Lianna was so dumb at this point that he didn’t even realize he was humping a latex impression of a horse’s ass. He slammed his massive cock into it again and again, until with one last pump of his hips, he reached his edge.
His face stretched, teeth grew thick, jaw broadened. He tossed his mane, and his wide eyes grew bigger, pushing to the sides of his head.
“NUHHEIIIGH!!!” Lianna screamed his pleasure and dominance to the world, gushing what felt like a gallon of cum into his mare.
He fell atop her, breathing raggedly, wondering why she wasn’t neighing back. Then a rush of shame filled him as he realized what he’d-what she’d done.
She’d lost. She’d really become a horse, a stallion at that. And she wasn’t even a race horse, or a show horse-she was a common work beast, with a stocky body and brutish bulk.
“And thus the sentencing has been passed. You’ll be left a kinder fate than you deserve, on a farm with a kindhearted owner.”
Lianna’s head hung low, and she slowly pulled her massive cock from the toy before her. Her flaccid, mottled length wetly slapped against her, and she tossed her thick mane, humiliated.
“Parole begins in ten years. Perhaps after that long as a horse, you’ll learn something about helping others. Or perhaps not. I look forward to the day we’ll see you again.”