Equine TF/TG (MtF) drabble

[grieff]

Working some rust out of the ol' writer's brain by throwing myself at some full-on transformation fetish work. Was going to remain private, but eh, what the hell. Maybe someone can get some use out of it other than me. Content warning, quite adult.

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"You," said the childlike figure, her musical voice rising to a slightly pointed tone, "are wondering why you're here. It's written all over your face." She giggled; the noise was not unlike that of a string of small, silver bells. "Even if it weren't, I'd be able to tell. All humans in your situation wonder that."

I did not respond. I couldn't have, even if I'd wanted to. The absolute best I could manage was a low moan. My muscles were unresponsive, with a sort of pins-and-needles feeling, as though I'd somehow slept wrong and cut off the circulation to my entire body. Not numb, though—if anything, the sensations from my body were heightened, not dulled. But I was no longer master of my own self.

"I'll be quick," said the girlish creature. "My mistress Titania, Queen of the Summerlands, is in need of carriage-horses. Mares, specifically; the queen will be borne along by no man. Why you, specifically?"

Again, I did not reply.

"All of Faerie is in flux of form," she said. "Any one of my handmaiden sisters could take any shape our queen desired. Indeed, we are bound to do so. But to be a beast of burden is far beneath the station of any of the Fair Folk, and my mistress would never impel us to stoop to such a level." A bit of a wicked grin crossed her pointed features. "My mistress has no compunctions about making mortals stoop to such a level, however. And here you conveniently are, in this space where the walls between our worlds are thin."

The pixie breezed up to me, her diaphanous garments flowing in unseen winds. She drew herself to her full height, scarcely reaching my waist even doing so. With a single flick of a twisted yew-wand, she caused me to fall forward onto my hands, suspending me in an uncomfortable rump-high position. Grinning impishly, she brushed the hair away from my ear.

"I think it is more than just chance that you wandered here, though," she whispered. "Some souls are barely the shape of the body that holds them. You are no man, not truly. You are a woman-creature in spirit, barely holding a man's shape. I think you were always meant to come to me, for I can see the mare in you already."

The faerie tapped me on the chest with her wand, three times, and I felt the sensation of being plucked, like a bass string.

"It begins," she giggled. With a theatrical gesture, she illuminated the cavern we found ourselves in with dancing motes of pure white light. The fae-lamps reflected from and were magnified by walls of purest raw crystal, shined to a mirror finish. I could see every inch of my awkwardly-posed body as the vibrations built in me, humming and shaking the very core of my being.

And suddenly, in defiance of all sense and reason, I began to dwindle. Faintly at first, but with increasing rapidity as my body's resistance to change began to fall away. My bones were filled with a tingling, summery heat as they shifted and shrank, the long bones of my legs and the prominence of my jaw melting away to smaller, finer, more delicate things. My ribcage and spine contracted, rendering my chest boyish, smooth and hairless. My clothes hung suddenly baggy on my diminishing form.

My eyes went wide, regarding the changes beginning in my body. As they did, the faerie giggled again, covering her mouth to muffle herself. "It's so funny!" she said, gasping a little. "You're all so serious and afraid when this happens. Nothing will go awry, mortal. Cobweb will make certain of that. Now let's get rid of those ill-fitting clothes." She gestured again with her wand and my now-loose shirt and jeans were torn from my body, leaving me naked and shivering before her.

"Good," she said, approvingly. "Let's satisfy my mistress's first requirement, then, and make your sex more pleasing to her sight." Another flick of her wand, and suddenly I felt myself dwindling even more. It was though I was a sponge being wrung of all my masculinity, and I could feel every last bit that dripped out of me collecting in my groin, which grew stiff and hot and hard absorbing the maleness the rest of me was shedding. My shoulders and cheekbones rounded and the contours of my face softened, the skin there turning smooth and delicate. My rump, still held high in the air, jerked once, twice, the pelvic bone suddenly pulling wide into a pair of broad hips, immediately cushioned by burgeoning soft flesh. My hands and feet, supporting my weight on the floor, became delicate and sculpted. My nipples peaked, stretched and swelled, the areolae darkening as fat and glandular tissue began, with aching slowness, to build up behind them, pressing my chest out into two increasingly-pendulous mounds. My Adam's apple smoothed into my throat, and the gasp I emitted as my neck was reshaped from within rose from deep to light and delicate in the space of a few seconds.

The hair on my head grew out, then, long and pale and silky, and I was a woman in every aspect but my genitals, which strained painfully on the verge of orgasm at containing every last bit of masculinity that had drained from the rest of my body. I shivered with a sensation of both fire and ice, and I felt as though I was about to climax all over the cave floor—

"Wait a moment," said Cobweb, gently, ceasing my impending orgasm with a tiny flick of her wrist. I was on fire now, suspended in her power. My teeth subconsciously grit together. Beads of sweat began to trickle down my now-sculpted features. I hung on the narrow edge of agony for a full minute, watching my reflection do the same: a slender, pale creature in a compromising pose, soft and rounded and womanly in all aspects save her twitching, straining, entirely anomalous manhood which leaked pearlescent fluid from its tip in its desperation to finish. I whimpered, waiting for release, and the girl before me did the same.

"All right, now," she said, with a little laugh. On that syllable, I practically burst, floods of hot, jagged male energy flowing out of me along with my seed, leaving me cool and subtle and smooth and placid as a stream. I scarcely could believe that the warm, honeyed gasps of ecstasy bubbling up from my throat were my own, and in the fog of my afterglow I was barely aware of my cock diminishing away, pulse by pulse, into a tiny, neat little button, my testicles lifting gently back into my body and curling into ovaries and a womb.

Cobweb smiled as I breathed, heavily, still carrying myself on my toes and fingertips. "Look at you! So relaxed, now. I knew it, I was right—your body fits your soul so much better!" She gave a little self-satisfied yawn. "That said, miss, we're not through yet, and a good thing, too. This is my favorite part of fulfilling my mistress's wishes."

With quick efficiency, she grabbed my face in her tiny, elfin hands, and directed my gaze again toward the reflective crystalline wall, then tapped me once directly on the forehead.

I watched, awestruck, as my irises darkened from blue to a glossy mahogany, forcing out the whites and turning my eyes to liquid pools of gentle darkness. I inhaled, sharply, and felt my ribcage spread... and then, with a sense of rising panic, I felt it continue to expand, not stopping at the limits of conventional human proportion. Over the space of a few breaths, my slender chest had sprung into a great, inhuman barrel, covered in tight, strong muscle. At the gentle brush of Cobweb's wand, my female breasts flattened, elongated, and migrated to a point just above my crotch, the nipples growing and darkening further into something that exactly resembled horse's udders.

"Very nice," said Cobweb, swinging beneath my body and inspecting my new teats. "As you know, the milk of mortal creatures is a delicacy to the fae. Or, as you may not know. Really, I'm not sure of the state of faerie-lore in your world. Regardless, the milk of Titania's mares is much sought-after in the Day Courts, and she controls the supply most jealously." That grin again. "So we're going to do something a bit naughty, and what the Summer Queen does not know will do her no harm." She delicately tapped my udders with the tip of her wand. I groaned as the teats tumesced, the pad beneath them swelling into a horned-heart shape as the glands within ached with a flood of fresh mare's milk. Without a moment's hesitation, Cobweb inclined her head and drank deeply from my body, relieving the sudden pressure in my loins to the noise of her own happy moans. When she had drunk them dry, she pulled away, wiping a stray bead of sweet milk from her tiny lips.

"You," she said, breathlessly, "are delicious. Oh, but my mistress will be pleased." She gave my strange proportions a critical eye. "Not as you are, of course. We have to finish the job. Step one, let's cover you with some proper horsehair." She gave a gentle little swat at my rear with her wand, and immediately I could see the pale skin begin to change to dark animal hide, a flood of blackness that almost instantly brightened with a subsequent wash of silky white coat. Brilliant white hair crept across the whole surface of my body, save the still-dark skin of my nose, mouth, and now fully-equine nethers; as the rush of fur reached my scalp, it caused the hair there to thin and grow long, creeping in a line down the nape of my neck in the beginnings of what I could already recognize as a horse's mane.

Cobweb's eyes were wide, beholding the changes in my body. "Oh, stars," she said. "I knew I could see the mare in you, but I had no idea how beautiful she was. My mistress may not wish to waste you as a mere carriage-horse. She may do you the service of making you a personal steed! Not one horse in a hundred I've made is so honored, but you may just be the next." She sized me up, critically but approvingly. "Still, we cannot tell without the whole package, as it were. We need to see the beast you are in full flower. Just a bit more to go! This next part may make you more comfortable, at least."

The faerie-girl bent down at this point and methodically stroked the middle finger of each hand and the middle toe of each foot with a single, tingling line from her wand. With mixed wonderment and horror, I saw the nails on each digit she touched turn silvery, becoming thick and hard. The knuckles of each middle finger grew strong and wide, and my arms began to stretch, finally returning my body to some semblance of horizontal balance as I settled into a comfortable quadruped stance. I could feel my shoulders twist, the joints locking and reconfiguring themselves and the shoulder-blades moving to my sides. Even as my center digits became huge, heavy forelegs, I could see and feel my remaining fingers dwindling into tiny pin-bones which were shortly drawn into the structure of my forehooves and were lost. My hands were no more—all I had now were a pair of solid, shining hooves which rested heavily on the floor of the cavern. My legs resisted the change for a moment longer, but in a moment they too formed themselves into hooves, my feet stretching and my heels lifting and forming into high equine hocks, the fetlocks of the hooves below delicately feathered with a spray of silver-white hair.

"There!" said Cobweb, inspecting my elongated limbs. "Much more natural, much more practical. Not far to go now!" Another quick swat on the rump caused my flanks and haunches to spread and widen even more, my hindquarters tensing with powerful muscle. A tiny nub snaked forth from the tip of my tailbone, and at the gentle coaxing of Cobweb's tiny fingers, it grew and thickened into a proper horse's tail, festooned with yet more long, white, silky horsehair. Giggling, she rushed again to my front, dragging her wand across my belly and filling it out into a tight, rounded, equine gut. I could feel my innards shifting as she did so, reconfiguring themselves to accept a small, steady supply of hay and grass and the occasional sweet instead of any diet I had known before.

Laughing now with delight, she reached my face and began tracing the rims of my nostrils and ears with her wand-tip. With a tingling spark of magic, those bits of cartilage began to arch outward—the ears lifting and pulling outward from my head and the nostrils going achingly round and wide. I could feel great gulps of flowery air entering my body through my reshaping nose, and my ears twitched at the sensation, suddenly motile and articulated. She placed both hands at the corner of my jaw, then, and with a sickening—yet somehow exhilarating—creak, my jawbone became huge and ponderous, the teeth going large and wide and flat, matching the nature of the herbivore I had become. She stroked my neck, coaxing it out impossibly long, and then—finally—cupped my nose and mouth in both her hands as they broadened into a heavy equine muzzle, ending in a soft, faintly-whiskered snout with tender, manipulative lips guarding strong, grass-cropping teeth.

She touched me with her wand one last time and the tingling immobility washed away from my muscles. Eyes wide, I spontaneously kicked and galloped a few steps, hooves beating against ground. I tried to shout out, but the noises that came from my throat were little more than bestial whinnies, starting high and strident and ending in low rumbles that shook my huge body with their vibrations.

Cobweb giggled at my distress and carefully approached me, stroking me gently on one shoulder. "Hush," she said; and I found her touch pacifying. The fear began to drain away. "Look at yourself," she said. "Look at the mare that was inside of you, all along. Look at how very beautiful she is."

I did so, angling my head to see myself in my new, widened field of vision. In the fuzzy euphoria of the change, and with diminishing panic, I could see that Cobweb was right. The mare in the reflection in front of me was a gorgeous creature, shining from head to tail, a proud, powerful, feminine, sleek steed, well suited for a queen of the Fae.

Cobweb smiled as my breath began to calm, and with a whisper or gossamer she leapt onto my broad back, weighing little more than a dandelion seed.

"Come," she said. "Let us present you for the approval of my Lady Summer. I know she will be pleased."

[inkblot42]

Very cute story! I've always been a fan of the initiator of the transformation playing with their victim!

[grieff]

Thank you, glad you enjoyed!

[CNash]

Very nice story, well done! Would love to see a continuation, if you've got it in you, just to answer some lingering questions - like whether she stays a mare forever or returns to human form, for example. Seems a shame to do the TG as a human first and then deny our victim the use of the interstitial form.

[grieff]

Thanks! Glad to know it interested you enough to want to know more. As it turns out, writing porn is emotionally exhausting; perhaps because I'm naturally very recalcitrant and writing this sort of thing requires baring more of myself to the world than I... ever do, basically. I don't know when I'll be able to do it again, but I'm very glad you enjoyed!

[CantSaySeeSaw]

Hi Grieff! -waves enthusiastically from Utah-

[grieff]

Hia. Thanks for convincing me to post this in the first place!

[blackshirtboy]

Really nice story, thanks for posting!

[grieff]

Thank you so much! I've very much enjoyed your works as well.