Sunset Shimmer’s pace quickened, as she walked up the stairs. She was practically jogging down the hallway and through the door, when she finally entered her bedroom. Swiftly turning and locking the door behind herself, her gaze wandered to a large box cradled under one arm. Moving to her bed, kicking her shoes off, she eased herself onto the mattress.

Trying her best to remain calm, she dragged her house key over the tape holding the box closed. She’d heard the company was quick with their shipments, but she hadn’t expected her package to arrive that fast. Pulling the cardboard open, thrusting her hand into the parcel, her fingers grazed something long, cool, and veiny.

In the weeks and months that followed her experience at Camp Everfree, Sunset noticed subtle changes about herself - of course, the most glaring of which was her telepathy. Much like her friends, each imbued with Equestrian magic, she’d developed preternatural abilities. As useful as her newfound powers were, they may have been accompanied by a subtle side effect.

As if dealing with the hormonal drive of a high school senior hadn’t been bad enough, her libidinous urges had begun to take a rather interesting turn; the first time she’d noticed it was at a visit to Applejack’s farm. Chatting with her friend, trying to get an old truck of theirs running, she kept finding herself getting distracted by a stallion they had in a nearby field. She played off her fascination as some distant memory of her time in Equestria, yet that hadn't been the case.

The way the beast moved, how his coat glistened with sweat, and how his muscles glided over one another sent a shiver up her spine. Even as some primitive parody of the ponies of her home, she couldn’t deny the creature was captivating. Taking a break from her efforts, she was compelled to give the stud a brief visit.

Strolling over to his pen, the stallion took note of her approach and trotted towards her. Affectionately stroking his mane, letting the massive beast sate its curiosity with her, his snout wandered down her slender frame. Naturally, she moved to push him away, yet something rather alarming happened.

As she gently patting the side of his face, the horse nickered and leisurely turned away. It was only then that she noticed the titanic log of mottled flesh swinging beneath him. Steaming in the cool autumn air, traced with veins, it was the most captivating thing she’d ever seen. Involuntarily, her sex clenched upon itself, almost as if it was angry she’d sent the creature away.

Thankfully, Applejack had called for her assistance, so she’d hastily walked back to the barn, but the memory of the stallion hadn’t left her. After finishing with her friend, she’d returned home and relaxed the remainder of her afternoon away - that was, until she’d prepared for bed. Lying down, making herself comfortable, insidious thoughts began to creep into her mind.

Slowly, beneath the sheets of her bed, her hand crept into her pajama pants. While it wasn’t uncommon for her to occasionally rub one out, this time was different. Her mind kept wandering back to the glorious beast at Applejack’s farm; he was just so...perfect. In comparison to the stallions of Equestria, the stud had a primal allure to him, almost raw and unrefined.

Thankfully, upon achieving release, she’d been able to drift off for the night, yet things steadily got more and more complicated after that moment. Occasional imaginings of sexualizing equines became increasingly frequent, ultimately leading her fantasies to be nearly all-consuming. Dreams of servicing stallions or being mounted by studs became commonplace, to the point where she’d wake herself up humping the mattress in a pair of drenched panties.

Sure, she’d occasionally gotten off to thoughts of ponies, but this was not the same. Horses were not the pastel equines she’d grown up with; so she had no reason to be attracted to them, since they lacked any form of higher intelligence or reasoning, yet she was. In spite of being big, relatively simple creatures, she found herself developing an almost fetishistic fascination with them.

Remarkably reluctant to speak with her friends about the issue, for fear that she’d be ostracized, she’d done the next best thing. Equestria may have had magic and friendship, but Earth had benefits of its own. After a particularly infuriating day of classes, she’d gone home, marched to her room, and hopped on her computer.

As luck would have it, scouring the internet for a solution to her scandalous dilemma produced some rather intriguing information. Apparently, there were humans out there with similar fixations, because she discovered an entire site devoted to the subject matter. Not only could she browse videos and galleries of stallions and mares, but she could even order sex toys molded from the beasts genitals.

After having spent several hours searching the net, and inadvertently working herself up in the process, her impulses got the better of her. Scrambling for her wallet, withdrawing her credit card, she furiously input her information. One order of a sculpted arabian stallion cock, followed by a furious masturbatory session later, and Sunset was left to continue with her daily routine, until her would-be solution arrived…

Wrapping her hand around the dildo, Sunset pulled it out of the box and into view. Not only was it a flawless reproduction of a rather sizeable stallionhood, but it even felt similar; a soft, silicone exterior, colored a dark ebony, covered a firm inner core. Holding it aloft, gazing over every glorious inch of the toy, her loins began to moisten.

Tossing it to the bed beside herself, she feverishly reached for her crotch. Fiddling with the button, hastily undoing her fly, she kicked and squirmed out of the denim garment. Her panties quickly followed suit, sailing across the room into her dirty clothes hamper. Nude, save for her T-shirt and socks, she massaged her sex with her free hand.

Even though she was sopping wet, she realized a bit of warmup wouldn’t be a bad idea. The dildo was nearly as thick as her wrist, easily as long as her forearm, and had a fat, extremely blunt head. While she did own a small vibrator, it paled in comparison to the mammoth toy which weightily rested in her hand.

Given the unanticipated speedy arrival of the dong, she hadn’t had time to buy lube for herself - as such, she was left to improvise. Running her tongue over the shaft, kissing and suckling it’s tip, she coated its exterior in her saliva. Slipping the first inch or so of the battering ram-like crown into her maw, she reclined on the bed.

Stroking her sex, her digits drifted to her entrance. Delicately pressing her middle finger into herself, she massaged her G-spot, before jamming her pointer in as well. Using her thumb to rub and caress her clit, a third finger joined the first two, worming into her snug canal. Gyrating her hips, bucking into her hand, a soft hum filled the air.

Resting her head on her pillow, dragging her lips over the flesh-like surface of the fake cock, she groaned around it’s shaft. Were it not for the lack of body heat and lack of scent, she could have sworn it was the real thing. Closing her eyes, tracing her tongue around its sculpted urethra, she softly bobbed and twisted her head. She didn’t even realize how enthusiastic she’d been, until it bumped against the back of her throat.

She choked slightly, as her gag reflex kicked in. Peeking out, realizing she’d only managed to get a fraction of it into her gob, she swooned. She hadn’t even made it a quarter of the way down the damn thing, before it had reached her throat. With her passion blazing like a star, she withdrew her head.

“So...you ready, big guy?” Sunset whispered, gazing at the slickened length of silicone. Despite the silliness of asking a sex toy if it was ready, she blushed. Splaying her legs, pulling her moistened fingers from her snatch, she brought the toy to her nethers.

Using one hand to guide its tip, while the other grasped it’s base, she moved it to her womanhood. Pressing it to herself, sliding the dong’s crown through her delicate folds, she suppressed a shudder. Drawing it lower, aligning it with her opening, she took a deep breath and tried to relax.

Harder and harder Sunset pushed, yet she had no luck. Even with as wet as she was, the damn thing simply refused to penetrate her. Frustratedly, she grunted and rolled her head back. While she’d been temporarily stymied, she hadn’t given up. Moving, shuffling her body around, she scooched towards the side of the bed.

Swinging her legs off the mattress, allowing her feet to rest on the floor, she slid down into a squatted position. With her back against the bed, lending her some balance, she placed the wide base of the dildo on the polished hardwood floor; fortunately, the bottom of the toy held a large suction cup, allowing it to stay securely in place. Pressing it down, securing it in place, she moved her hands away.

The long, somewhat floppy shaft leaned slightly, but remained standing. Idly massaging her snatch, positioning herself above the toy, Sunset started her slow descent. Using one hand to steady herself on the box spring, she reached down and clutched the toy’s tip. As her sex kissed its textured crown, she bore down upon it.

Unlike on the bed, where she’d been relegated to use her strength for the task, now Sunset had the aid of gravity and her body weight. Gritting her teeth, squirming a bit, her annoyance mounted. Finally, just as the pressure seemed like it was too much to bear, the first couple inches of the toy popped into her.

Caught unawares, Sunset gasped. The suddenness had been a touch shocking, sure, but the sensation of having something that large filling her cunt was extremely intense. Releasing the dildo’s shaft, she started wildly rubbing her clit. Beyond giving her body a moment to acclimate to the insertion, she’d need all the additional simulation she could get.

Half squatted as she was, shamelessly rubbing herself, she gradually started to move. Bending her knees, she slowly lowered her herself. Incrementally, the dong delved deeper and deeper into her, until she was roughly half way down its length. Content with her progress, she closed her eyes and began to bounce upon it.

Sluggish to start, she steadily moved her body up and down. The rosy, outer lips of her womanhood were crammed in with each plunge, before being drawn out with every ascent. All the while, she rubbed and kneaded the delicate bud of flesh at her crotch. The air was filled with Sunset’s soft, excited sighs, as her speed increased.

As she impaled herself, her discomfort gave way to an inexorable pleasure. The glorious texture was astounding, and she could swear she could feel every vein and ridge along the toy, but that wasn’t the best part. The head of the thing was incredible; the way it scraped her insides was unlike anything she’d felt before.

With one particularly enthusiastic dive, the tip of the toy went slamming against Sunset’s womb. Before she could even realize what had happened, her knees buckled and she went crashing to the floor. A deep, obscene groan escaped her, as her limbs went slack. Her sex gushed nectar around the dong, spattering the floor in her essence.

Mercifully, the dildo was dislodged in the process, though that wasn’t the troubling part. The spontaneous orgasm was like being struck by a meteor. She’d had no way of knowing it was going to happen; no warning, not a single sign of it, and lacking any buildup whatsoever, it hit her like a sack of bricks. Lying there, panting like an animal, she eyed the sculpted cock.

There was one thought that crept into her mind, a glimpse of something from her unexpected climax. As the toy had rammed her cervix, stuffing the entirety of her canal, the image of a stallion hilting her flashed. She couldn’t be sure if it was the mental image, the physical sensation of the impact against her womb, or both which had led her to uncontrollably cum, but she wasn’t done yet, not by a long shot. Glaring at the dong, she pushed herself up to her hands and knees.

“Y...you’re not gonna beat me that easy,” she wearily groused, snatching up the dildo.

Looking around, weighing her options on how to continue, Sunset’s eyes finally settled on her dresser. Considering the toy had a built-in suction cup, and squatting while fucking one’s self wasn’t the most comfortable position, she crept over to her bureau. Running her fingers over her sopping loins, she moistened the base of the toy, before firmly pressed it against the piece of furniture’s side. To her pleasant surprise, it stayed anchored in place.

Crawling around, bringing her rear towards the drooping tool, she carefully backed up. Peering down her torso, between her swaying bosoms, she eyeballed her progress. Situated as she was, without the use of a mirror, she’d have to heavily rely on her sense of touch. Feeling the dong slide between her thighs, she lowered her hips and adjusted her approach. As it pressed against her sex, she rocked backward.

Unlike a scant few minutes prior, when Sunset had barely been able to fit the dildo into herself, the sculpted shaft nearly effortlessly ground into her cunt. Arching her back, savoring the sensation of something so big filling her, she moaned loudly. Without any fear or hesitation, she parted her legs slightly, bracing her arms, and began pistoning herself on the toy.

Closing her eyes, fucking herself, her thoughts drifted. She imagined what it would be like under a stallion. His scent, the sound of his heavy breaths, the heat of his chest against her back. Maybe he’d nicker and winny, craning his head down to nuzzle her. Envisioning the scenario, her sex seized around the dildo, almost as if her body were attempting to milk its length.

As her mind wandered, her movements grew more violent. Faster and faster, harder and harder, she pushed herself onto the toy with reckless abandon. Any discomfort was gone, as her bliss soared to greater heights. Slamming herself backward, the dresser rocked with the impetus of her movements.

“Buck yes!” Sunset mewled. Lowering her torso to the floor, she cupped one breast in each hand. Face down, ass up, she tweaked and twisted her nipples, only amping up her rapture.

Wantonly screwing herself on the toy, fixating on how astonishingly good she felt, Sunset was woefully unaware of several subtle alterations taking place to her body. Her hair shimmered and lengthened, draping over her back and drifting to the floor. Her ears glowed and shifted to the top of her head, taking on a markedly equine form. It wasn’t until her rump banged against the bureau that she realized something was amiss.

Slowing ever so slightly, Sunset peered over her shoulder. Somehow, as unbelievable as it was, her body had managed to accommodate every inch of the bestial fuck-toy. Pushing herself up, glancing down her torso, her eyes went wide. To her utter shock, every plunge caused her gut to distend slightly, as the dildo bulged her belly outward.

Under normal circumstances, the sight would have given virtually any high school senior a moment for pause, at the very least, but Sunset Shimmer was far from your average student. Having come from a distant world, battled magical forces, and transformed from a pastel equine into a young human woman, it was just one more hurdle to jump - that, and she could feel another climax coming on.

Hammering herself backward with increasing force, the air was filled with the wet Slap Slap Slap of her tush against the furniture. She couldn’t say how she’d managed to hilt the entire thing, but she knew she couldn’t stop. Steadily, an inferno of pleasure welled within her, growing brighter and brighter with every passing moment.

Sunset’s heart thundered in her chest, her toes curled, and her breath hitched in her throat. Feeling the thick medial ring of the toy grind against her g-spot, she adjusted her movements; instead of long, powerful strokes, she adopted a jackhammering motion, allowing the toy to accost the erogenous zone with maximum efficiency.

“Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuckmefuckmefuckmefuckme,” she babbled incoherently, her sanity threatening to be overwhelmed by her carnal joy.

Finally, as she envisioned her stallion lover pumping his foal batter deep into her, she came. Braying, quite literally whinnying in bliss, she reached her limit. Her snatch clamped around the toy, squelching her juices to the floor, holding it in a vice-like grip as she came. A splendid warmth filled her abdomen, likely due to the toy attempting to penetrate her cervix.

Bolts of pleasure coursed through her frame, leaving her limbs weak. Lowering her torso, resting her head on her hands, Sunset heaved air into her chest. Even if she’d wanted to move, she wasn’t sure if she would have been able to. Instead, she simply basked in the afterglow of the moment, enjoying the euphoria as it washed over her.

Never in all her years, as a human or a pony, had she experienced anything so insanely pleasing. Though she’d bedded a few stallions as an equine, and a couple of fellow students as a young woman, nothing could compare to the overpowering experience brought upon her by a simple sex toy. Reaching back between her legs, she caressed her sex, but something was amiss.

As her fingers glided over her plump mound, she couldn’t help but think that it felt a bit too meaty. True, though a rough sexual session would and could leave one a bit swollen, this felt different. Retracting her hand, pushing herself up, she crawled forward, allowing the toy to flop free from her abused canal.

Grabbing the dresser’s surface, Sunset unsteadily got to her feet. Standing there, glancing down at the slick silicone shaft, and the small puddle beneath it, her eyes drifted towards her crotch. Her loins certainly seemed a bit distended, the flesh soft and supple, but appraising at one’s own groin wasn’t exactly the easiest task.

Feeling her nethers, she breathed a sigh of relief. Whatever was going on with her caused no pain or discomfort. Shrugging it off, assuming the odd swelling was due to her enthusiastic session with the oversized sex toy, she resigned herself to get cleaned up. Pulling her t-shirt over her head, using it to mop up the cooling pool of fem-cum, she discarded the garment into her hamper.

Strolling down from her loft, headed towards the bathroom, Sunset hummed contentedly to herself. Though she was still stunned that she’d been able to take all of her new toy, it was hardly mind-boggling. She had been a mare, long before taking her bipedal form, so if there was a young woman out there who could fully hilt a stallion, it would be her.

Stepping to the shower, turning the tap, she let the water warm. Moving away, into the view of her mirror, she looked herself over. Strangely, her Equestrian magic ears and hair were present, even though she didn’t recall evoking any sort of sorcerous power. Dismissing the abnormality as nothing more than the result of her pair of climaxes, her gaze wandered lower.

Sunset’s bosoms were as perky as always, a solid C cup, and her waist and belly were slim. Ultimately, her eyes approached her loins, causing her to freeze. Her sex was more than swollen, it was positively engorged. Her mons and labia majora looked to be nearly double their normal size, most resembling a…

Leaning back, grabbing the wall-mounted towel rack to steady herself, Sunset spread her legs to get a better look at her nethers. Cupping her crotch, sinking two fingers into her snatch, she spread her lower lips. Seemingly at the attention, her womanhood winked; her bloated clit bulged forth at her, almost as if begging for attention.

As alarming as the sight was, there was no mistaking what she saw. Somehow, for some reason or another, her human anatomy had metamorphosed into a marehood - at least, that’s sure as hell what it looked like. Though it appeared to be the genitalia of a female horse, there was no way to tell if it was merely an aesthetic difference.

With her curiosity piqued, she moved her fingers to her painfully moist entrance. Barely noticing the intrusion of one digit, she pushed in a second, then a third and forth. Practically fisting herself, she cupped her thumb in her palm, before pressing further. To her utter disbelief, her cunt virtually engulfed her entire hand, sending a jolt of pleasure through her. There was no doubt about it; after hilting the mammoth toy and fisting herself with ease, that particular portion of her anatomy had definitely reverted to that an equine’s.

Retracting her hand, watching her marehood wink and grasp at nothing, she knit her brow in consternation. Considering Equestrian magic imbued she and her friends with pony traits, such as their ears and wings, was it really that shocking to think it could change more than that? The fact that she’d been afflicted with a newfound lust for stallions likely was a contributing factor, and/or that she’d just rutted herself on a simulacrum of a horse cock.

Spinning in place, facing away from the mirror, Sunset reached back and grabbed one cheek of her rump in each hand. Looking over her shoulder, pulling her buns apart, she rolled her eyes and exasperatedly grunted. Her pussy wasn’t the only bit of her herself which had been altered. Nestled in her tush, in the cleft of her ass, rested a pronounced pucker.

Peering at herself, inspecting her markedly prominent backdoor, she scowled. Tracing one finger around her puffy anus, she noted how akin it was to an equine’s. Whatever magic had afflicted her had been sure to remodel all of her naughty bits. Standing straight, jumping into the shower, she annoyedly began washing herself off.

Lathering and rinsing her hair, Sunset noted how her pony ears were still present. Retracing her activities of the day, as she washed herself off, she attempted to puzzle out exactly what had caused the unexpected transformation. Sadly, all her thoughts led back to her horse-themed sex toy.

There had been times when she or her friends had unintentionally changed into their magically infused forms, so it was possible that her licentious experience had evoked the peculiar metamorphosis; given her ears and lengthened hair were still present, it made sense. The notion eased her stress, if only marginally. If it was Equestrian magic which had altered her, it should dissipate in time.

After her shower, Sunset toweled off and resigned herself to do a bit of gaming. There wasn’t much she could do about the situation, and the last thing she wanted to do was call and ask her friends about it. Sure, she was exceptionally comfortable around her classmates, though she’d really rather not call and ask them if they’d magically found themselves possessing a horse pussy at any point.

Whiling away the afternoon, she felt herself growing weary. Crawling into bed, telling herself she’d wake up and everything would be back to normal, Sunset made herself comfortable. Wriggling beneath the covers, attempting to find a position which minimized any stimulation of her enlarged sex, she eventually settled into a relaxing spot. It wasn’t long before she drifted off to sleep.

…

Perhaps it was a cruel twist of fate, or maybe Sunset had a deeper psychological attraction towards horses than she’d thought, but her slumber was a restless one. Throughout the night, she’d wake herself up with somnambulatory masturbation or, in one instance, humping the mattress. Dreams of stallions tormented her; studs with hot, steaming, turgid lengths begging her to bend over and become their brood mare.

After the fourth nocturnal disturbance, she decided to stay awake until school started. Rolling over, throwing the blankets off of herself, she clutched her head. When she felt that her hair and ears had returned to normal, a relieved hope filled her - although it crumbled to ash, once she unceremoniously grabbed her crotch. As she’d feared, her marehood was still present, as was her oversized rear entrance. Thankfully, concealing them wouldn’t be too much a problem, though she was concerned about her lack of sleep.

She was fully aware that she’d likely be exhausted throughout her classes, but at least it was Friday. All she’d have to do is tough it out, then she’d have the weekend to relax and attempt to solve her carnal conundrum. If nothing else, she could write a letter to Twilight Sparkle, although that would likely elicit a series of experiments and probing.

Shuddering at the thought, Sunset trudged to her dresser. She pouted slightly, slipping into a pair of panties, since the garment barely contained her meaty snatch and thick pucker. Mercifully, her skirt kept her extra-large cameltoe from out of view, so she considered that a small victory. Donning her signature shirt and leather vest, she occupied herself with surfing the internet until classes began.

As luck would have it, her school day went off without a hitch - well, almost without a hitch. For everyone else, it had been just another routine day of lectures, making Sunset’s job all the easier. None of her friends or fellow students noticed anything odd about her, her classes were without incident, and she didn’t even doze off in algebra - alas, that’s where her luck had run out.

Her undergarment, lamentably unintended to house equine genitalia, had been rubbing against her for hours on end. To make matters worse, the stimulation coerced lewd and inappropriate thoughts to her mind, forcibly reminding her of just how sensitive her bits were. It was infuriating! It made concentrating practically impossible! But most of all, it left her panties positively soaked.

By the time the final bell rang, Sunset was a mess. Drained in mind, body, and spirit, she wandered home. There was no way she’d be able to suffer through another day of classes in her current state, so she’d have to do something to solve her dilemma. With her thoughts clouded by lecherous yearnings, and her body burning with desire, a freakish idea crept into her mind. If her seemingly voracious hunger for horse cock had caused her magic to manifest, why not give it exactly what it wanted.

Sunset’s leisurely stroll steadily transitioned into a jog, then an outright run. She knew Applejack would be out of town for the weekend, traveling to help some cousins with the first apple harvest of the year, which meant their small farm outside of town would be unoccupied. Scampering home, she put her plans into motion.

Racing to her room, she gathered a few things and threw them into a duffel. A change of clothes, towel, and a travel kit of toiletries. There was a small, fully furnished bathroom in the Apples’ barn, which she’d likely have need of. If everything worked out as she intended, a shower would definitely be useful, before returning home. Using her phone to summon a car service, she scurried outside to await her ride.

The next half hour passed in a blur, as she was whisked away to the small, secluded piece of real estate. By the time Sunset arrived, she’d found herself filled with a maddening combination of excitement and restlessness. Though a part of her fought against the notion of submitting to her wanton urges of bedding an animal, another part of her desperately wished for nothing more than to surrender to one of the large, primitive beasts.

Hastily paying the driver, after gathering up her bag, she forced herself to keep from bolting towards the nearby barn. Surveying the area, as she approached the large structure, she ensured that nobody else was there. Not a single car or truck was to be seen, and the air was silent. Considering it was still relatively early in the afternoon, she’d likely have several hours before anybody came to check on the horses.

Peeking into the stable, being extra cautious that she was alone, Sunset sneaked inside. No sooner had she entered, then the aroma of stallions and mares assailed her nostrils. The smell alone gave her a moment for pause, sending tingles down her spine. Rows of stalls lined the central corridor, many of which were vacant, although several held residents. While the Apple family only had two horses of their own, they boarded several of the animals.

Continuing on her quest, exploring the building, Sunset’s pace ground to a halt. Standing there, casually staring back at her, was the stud she’d met in the field. Relaxedly chewing some hay within his stall, the stallion leisurely walked over to the gate to greet her. The name Maximus sat emblazoned on a placard by the door.

“H...hey, Max…” Sunset muttered, fidgeting in place. Reaching for his head, she slowed. “I...it’s ok if I call you Max, i...isn’t it?” she stammered. If the stallion cared about her nickname, he gave no sign, as she gently stroked his cheek.

Running her hands over his head, towards his shoulders, her fingers glided over over his chestnut coat. Stepping forward, the creature craned his neck and sniffed her. Pressing his snout to her midriff, breathing in her scent, he snorted. The sound alone was enough to cause Sunset’s marehood to clench upon itself. Casually, his muzzle slunk lower and lower, until it was hovering over her groin.

“Jeez, just skip all of the…” Sunset trailed off, when she heard a dull thump.

The sound was followed by a second and third, though she had no idea what it could have been. Tilting her head, looking into the stall, her jaw nearly dropped. Not only was Max sporting an erection, but he was bawdily slapping it against his belly. Since she wasn’t that acquainted with earthly equines, she had no way of knowing why he was performing such an act, so she was left to draw her own conclusion.

Either the stallion was attempting some sort of quadrupedal masturbation, or it was some sort of mating ritual - either way, the sight left her breathless. Almost subconsciously, her hand wandered to the door’s latch. Opening the gate just enough to let her slip inside, Sunset crept within his stall.

Stepping to his side, caressing his neck and shoulder as she went, she kept a wary eye on him. Max watched her indifferently, apparently content with her company. Moving to his midsection, she gradually squatted down, taking care not to startle the beast. Given his size, the last thing she wanted was to frighten him.

Sinking to her knees, bringing herself lower, she soon found herself at eye level with the prodigious appendage. Seeing such a glorious thing from so close caused her pulse to quicken. Marginally larger than the toy she’d procured, it was covered in velvety skin; resting just behind its base sat a pair of massive, pendulous nuts, each of which being roughly the size of a large orange or small grapefruit.

As if in a trance, her heart pounding in her chest, Sunset leaned in. As she brought her face towards Max’s loins, her sinuses were accosted with the stallion’s overpowering musk. Earthy, strong, and damnably bewitching, his masculine bouquet drew her in. Before she knew it, she found the log of flesh hovering just before her nose.

Her tongue crept between her lips, threatening to give the vascular shaft a curious lick, but she stopped dead. Rearing back for a moment, checking to see if he was watching her, Sunset noticed the stallion looking in her direction. Even though she doubted he could understand her, she’d be remiss for not saying something to the stud.

“You wouldn’t mind if I…” she weakly laughed, pointing at his erection.

Max stared blankly at her, likely wondering exactly what she was going to do. Shaking her head, feeling foolish, something miraculous happened. Flexing his pelvic muscles, the stallion sent his tool to wetly THWACK against his belly. The reply, inadvertent or not, was consent enough for Sunset to proceed.

Opening her maw, drifting forward, Sunset licked her lips. Gingerly wrapping her fingers around the thick length of horse meat, appreciating its weight, she gave it a few soft strokes. The time had finally come, so she leaned in, steeled her resolve, and drug her tongue over the magnificent stallionhood before her.

Salty, bitter, sour, and robust, the flavors of Max’s cock exploded over her taste buds. With that one, lone taste, she’d been well and thoroughly hooked. Grasping his dong, she kissed and suckled the side of his shaft. Kneeling there, quivering with anticipation, Sunset worshiped him. Having saturated her panties, a glistening bead of her nectar crawled down her inner thigh.

Her legs parted, as her free hand crept towards her crotch. Even through the dampened, sheer fabric, the touch of her fingers was enough to send a tremor of pleasure through her. Pulling the garment aside, brashly stuffing three digits into her cunt, she warmed herself up. The more she lavished the majestic beast’s equipment, the harder she fingered herself - the harder she fingered herself, the more she lavished the majestic beast’s equipment. It was a vicious cycle, one which soon left her pining to feel the enormous tool fill her.

Dragging her face over Max’s length, burying her snout in the folds of his sheath, something broke within Sunset. No longer did she want to give herself to the stud, she needed to. A haze settled over the world, spurring her to become the stallion’s mare. So enamored was Sunset, that she scarcely noticed the dim glow emanating from her chest.

A fine fur sprouted from her hide, covering her from head to toe in a brilliant amber coat. Her face gradually took on equine features, replete with a snout and ears. Lastly, beneath her skirt, a tail emerged, veiled in crimson and gold hair. Though she was unaware of the transformation, her body had become a curious hybrid of pony and human, instilled with traits of both species.

Pushing herself away, filled with an irresistible rut-lust, she began frantically pulling off her clothing. After unclasping her skirt, letting it fall to the floor, she cast off her vest. Her shirt was next, being hauled over her head and flung to the corner. Lastly, as she got to her feet, she dragged her panties down her thighs. Clad only in her boots, kicking her undergarment away, she paused; one final taste couldn’t hurt…

Squatting down, wrapping her lips around the side of Max’s stallionhood, she applied a bit of extra saliva on his shaft. Fondling his medial ring with one hand, her other glided to his broad glans. Impulsively, she reached around and petted his weighty balls, imagining the untold liters of cream they held.

Suddenly, the stud’s hips flexed and the head of his colossal member flared. Caught off guard, Sunset swooned, as his tool jerked in her grip. Pulling away, unable to control herself for any longer, she realized he was ready to claim his mare. Shakily pushing herself up, filled with nervous anticipation, a trail of her juices trailed down inner leg, dribbling to her calf.

Sunset’s breath steamed the air, as did the sweat from her overheated body, as she stood in the chill interior of the barn. Calmly watching the impromptu and practically frantic strip-show, Max stood idly by. Walking next to him, resting her hands on the stall door, she bent over and shuffled backwards slightly. Spreading her legs, giving Max unfettered access to her goods, she reached back and slapped one bare cheek.

With a grunt and stomp of his hoof, Max wheeled around to the back of the enclosure. Raising his head and curling his upper lip, he drew air into his lungs. The display was punctuated by several meaty slaps of his member, as he brought his face to her rear. Sniffing Sunset’s nethers, seemingly appraising her, the young woman desperately hoped she wouldn’t be found wanting.

As she began to fear the gorgeous beast had found some fault with her, he reared back. Lurching forward, sending his forelegs crashing onto the door to either side of her, a fraction of his weight landed upon her hips. With the heat of his underside resting on her back, she reached up and caressed his neck and chest.

Sunset wasn’t sure if her touch was what triggered him to move, but she quickly felt something hot and moist battering her backside. There was no mistaking what it was, or what it foretold, so she stood motionless. Were she to free a hand to guide him, she may lose her footing, if and when he struck home, so she remained rigid..

Again and again, the battering ram-like head of Max’s tool glanced off her rear, streaking her rump and upper thighs with his pre-cum. Arching her back, hoping to provide him an easier target, she felt her body respond to his attempts. Her marehood winked invitingly, opening and closing for her would-be lover.

Without warning, Max found his target. No sooner had the tip of his stallionhood pressed against her drooling entrance, than he bucked his hips forward. In an instant, he drove more than half of his gargantuan length into Sunset’s canal, causing her to start. A deep, guttural groan escaped her, as her sex embraced him.

Lacking any skill or grace, after taking a fleeting second to step forward, the stud ground virtually his entirety into his mate. The impetus of his first true thrust sent Sunset’s body slamming into the door, though she was far too preoccupied to notice. With her depths stuffed beyond all reasoning, she slipped into a trance.

Standing there, partially supported by the gate, Sunset mental faculties were rocked to the very core. While a portion of her realized she was being rutted by an animal, her body’s needs overrode her higher functions. The primitive parts of her brain leapt to the fore, urging her to fulfill what she was designed to do.

The intense feeling of fullness, the heat radiating from the stud’s godly tool, the sound of his heavy breaths, it was all too much to bear. Rocking her waist back, she met his second plunge. Her enthusiasm caused him to directly impact her cervix, resulting in her knees buckling. A trail of saliva crept down her chin, and her eyes glazed over, as he started properly fucking her.

Her sex clung to his pole, clamping down of its own volition. The thick lips of her labia were dragged out, clinging to his shaft, before being crammed inward with his thrusts. Holding onto the gate, anchoring herself in place, her sensitive nipples were pressed against the wood of the structure. Clenching her teeth, she allowed herself to be claimed by the stud - her stud.

Jackhammering into her, bucking his hips furiously, Max continued. The soft sounds of flesh upon flesh were but a subtle reminder of the brutal act taking place. Beyond passion, eclipsing any real emotional attachment, the two creatures simply gave into their biological compulsions. They each had an itch that needed scratching, and they used one another to do so.

A cocktail of Sunset’s juices and Max’s pre streamed down the girl’s leg, steadily making its way into and over her boot. Her womb was positively battered, accosted by her equine mate, which triggered a chain of events. A pervasive warmth filled her abdomen, as her biology took note of the situation. Sensing their call, her uterus shifted and her ovaries went into overdrive.

If she could speak, she would have beseeched him for more, begged him to fill her with his essence, yet she couldn’t form the words; the best she could manage were a series of groans and hushed whimpers. Beneath the stallion, her bliss grew beyond all mortal comprehension, burning brighter than any star. Sensing her imminent release, she reached up and stroked his neck.

More than anything, she wanted to be a fitting mare for the beast. If she were to cum before him, yielding to the pleasure he afforded, he may well consider her an unfitting mate. Warring with the growing, rapturous tide, she staved off her climax. Sinking her fingernails into the gate, she did everything she could to outlast the stud.

The sensation of something swelling within her depths told Sunset Max was close. The head of his cock started to flare within her, expanding to nearly double its original girth. The added pressure, coupled with the resistance her sex afforded, threatened to push her over the edge, yet she endured. Offering a silent prayer to the heavens, she held on as if her very soul depended on it.

Just as quickly as it had begun, the stallion slammed his waist forward. Hilting himself, burying every silken inch of his shaft into the girl, he snorted triumphantly. His tests, ripe and tremendously hefty, pulled to his groin. Nestled against his mare’s inner entrance, the crown of his member locked itself into place, preparing for the impending deluge.

A stifled gasp was all Sunset could muster, as she felt the stallionhood within her begin to throb violently. The world went into slow motion, as a rhythmic pulse surged through Max’s length. The first gush of his spunk, coating her interior, was but a prelude for the forthcoming flood. In the blink of an eye, teetering on the razor’s edge of sanity itself, the dam burst.

Wave after seemingly unending wave of seed surged through the stud’s shaft, filling Sunset beyond reasoning. An overwhelming majority of his seed burst into her womb, bathing her uterus in untold millions of his virile sperm. Her cunt, far too small to accommodate such an influx, leaked and gushed his essence to the floor.

Sunset cried out, as she succumbed. Being bred pushed her past the brink, rending her mind and body with inconceivable rapture. Were it not for the door she was resting on, she would have collapsed on the spot. The world, her very existence, was ecstacy itself. Every nerve, the very fiber of her being, screamed with pleasure.

Her belly distended, under the weight and immense pressure of his load, struggling to hold as much of his delectable foal-batter as humanly possible. All she could do was breathe and bask in the undeniable glory of being conquered. Sadly, her equine lover bore no similar sentiment, as he shifted above her.

Dismounting, dragging his semi-rigid stallionhood from Sunset, Max stepped away. Without a stopper in place, the girl’s sex became a veritable geyser of jizz. Ropes of the thick substance flowed out of her gaping entrance, as it ineffectually grasped at the void the stud had left. The swift, impromptu withdrawal caused Sunset’s eyes to roll to the back of her head, while her legs gave out beneath her.

Falling into a heap, with cum seeping from her snatch, she wheezed. The sorcery afflicting her dissipated, reverting her to her human form; truth be told, she didn’t even notice, given her tenuous grasp on reality at the time. Lying there, overcome with the post-coitus stupor, she struggled to remain conscious.

Wearily, she opened her eyes, as something soft and almost affectionate caressed her cheek. Peering up, noticing Max standing beside her, she smiled. Given the staggering fatigue, weakened limbs, and questionable mental status, she figured it couldn’t hurt to give herself a moment to recuperate.

The stallion circled, before easing himself down to curl up next to her. Struggling to stay awake, she was vaguely aware of the stallion’s body heat beside her. The comfort of his kind act, paired with her exhaustion, magnified her drowsiness. As her eyelids drifted closed, lying beside her lover, she drifted off to sleep. She could always clean up and head home after a well deserved nap - after all, what’s the worst that could happen…