The Werehorse Chronicles
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So where do I begin? Let me first start off with who I am. I am a werehorse. Yeah, that's right, a werehorse. A werewolf changes into a wolf, I change into a horse. But the similarity ends there. Unlike a werewolf, I can change into a horse at will, anytime, anyday or night. Mostly, the transformation happens when I wish it, but sometimes, just sometimes, it happens involuntarily. By the way, my name is Sam Donelly. I am 17, I live in the Midwest, and my first transformation happened 3 years ago, when I was 14. This first one, by the way, happened involuntarily. As I learnt later, almost all male members of my family from my dad's line have been werehorses, my dad being an exception. How tis power(or curse) escaped him, I do not know.
Anyway, let me tell you how it happened the first time. I was at my Aunt Muriel's (yeah, she's my mom's younger sister) horse farm for a few days on her invitation (It was summer vacation). I've enjoyed being with horses right from childhood. (Seems natural for a werehorse). I've felt this connection to them. I love petting them, grooming them, feeding them and of course riding them. One fine morning, I was riding Star, Muriel's favourite horse on her farm. After an exihilirating hourlong ride, we arrived at a stream outside Muriel's farm. I dismounted Star and led him to the water. As he began to drink, I peered into the water and was alarmed to see that my ears had changed to equine form. My face was changing. My mouth was forming into a horse's muzzle. I opened my mouth to see that I had equine teeth. The rest of my body was also changing fast. My hair was now a horse's mane. My back arched, my torso bent and expanded. Just then, my shirt tore away. In horror, I looked at my hands. My fingers were fusing into horse hooves. My feet were changing. My belt expanded and the buckle snapped open. My shoes tore away and I saw for the first time that my feet were now hooves. My back bent over and I was soon on all fours. I had turned into a horse! I looked at Star. He gave me a look as if to say "Welcome to my World". I tried to cty out in alarm but only an equine whinny escaped my lips. Nevertheless, I stumbled forward and gingerly took my first equine steps. I stumbled forward and finally finding my balance on all fours, succeeded in breaking out into a trot. I was relieved that my human intelligence remained intact in my equine brain.
By and by, I increased my stride and actually began to enjoy my new found freedom. I soon reached Aunt Muriel's house and was surprised to find her standing outside as if expecting my approach. As I got close to where she stood, she reached out to stroke my mane and my broad back. To my surprise, she recognized me! "Hi Sammy, how's your new form? Like it"? I whickered into her palm and she stroked me again. "Don't worry, it runs in the male side of your family. You'll soon know how to control your transformations. For the moment, we've got a stall for you in the stables. Once you've changed back, you can get back into the house". She led my bewidered self into the stables where we got to the middle stall which I was surpised to see empty. She led me in, got out and closed the door.
I was relied to change back to human form late that afternoon. Aunt Muriel arrived to let me out and into the house.
A couple of days later, Aunt Muriel told me at breakfast "Sammy, concentrate on being a horse and you'll turn into one. You'll soon learn how to change and change back when you will it. Try it now in the stall earmarked for you in the stables. First strip to your underpants there so you don't lose your shirt!" Intrigued, I followed her to the stables, reached my stall, got in and did as Muriel said. As I concentrated hard, I felt the transformation come over me as before. Minutes later, I stood on all fours in horse form. Aunt Muriel opened the door and walked in. "Right Sammy, now let's see if the tack fits". A groom was holding a saddle and bridle next to her. She proceeded to take the saddle from him and placed it on my back. Before I knew it, she'd also fit the bridle, thrusting the bit into my mouth. I was taken by surprise. Only a quarter hour ago, I was a 14 year old boy and now I was a horse, saddled and bridled! Muriel led me out of the stables holding the reins. Too late, I realized she'd set a trap for me! Was she going to ride me now, I wondered. Just then, I saw her put her left foot in the stirrup. A couple of seconds later, I felt her weight settle onto my back. Muriel is a rather well built woman who is 5'11" tall and weighs about 165 pounds. The first time I'd transformed, I'd roamed around free and riderless, but this time, I was carrying a reasonably heavy rider on my back! I looked up at her to see her sitting comfortably astride my back, holding the reins in her hands. I wanted to protest, but the realised I could no talk. I was not in human form. "Remember Sammy, when I used to give you piggy-back rides? Now, I'd like you to give me one. However, I never ride horses bareback. Hence the riding tack. As long as my riding tack remains on you, you'll have to remain in horse form. But do not worry, I'll take it off after the ride. I do not want you to be a horse forever." She patted my head. Of course, my human intelligence was still inside my equine brain. I decided to humor Muriel. She was not very light, but what the heck, I was in horse form. I could carry her weight. It was not as if I was a boy and she was sitting on my shoulders. "Right Sammy, giddy up" she commanded and I started off into a walk. I'd made myself comfortable moving in equine form the first time round, albeit riderless. This time, even with a rider on my back, I confidently moved forward.
After a few minutes, I broke into a trot. Muriel was directing my gait toward the farm fence. She soon urged me to move faster. I obeyed her, increasing my stride to a gallop. When we reached the fence, I came to a stop and looked up enquiringly at my rider. "I am confident you can clear it, Sammy. Are you?" she smiled down at me. I nodded my head. She turned me around a few paces, then turned me around again to face the fence. I started off at a rapid pace and to my surprise, cleared the fence in a single bound. "Good boy Sammy, now let's gallop" commanded my rider and I galloped ahead. After about a half hour of swift running, we reached a luxurious patch of grass where my rider reined me to a halt and dismounted. She pointed to the grass. I understood - when in horse form, do as a horse does. I moved over and nibbled the grass. It was an acquired taste, but I had my fill anyway. Muriel stroked my mane again "Sammy, forgive me for playing this trick on you. You've been a wonderful mount so far. Your human intelligence is what makes you such a joy to ride. I've never ridden a werehorse before. Too bad I had to play a trick to have a ride on your back. I do hope you forgive me and agree to be my mount again in future." "Carry her again? Now, that's weird" I thought to myself. Muriel interrupted my thoughts by swiftly mounting my back again. "Right Sammy, time to go back" she patted my rump and I was off. I was sort of mollified to know that I was a wonderful steed and decided to give her a good ride anyway. She was an expert rider (naturally) and placed herself centrally in the saddle which also allowed me to give of my best. After around 3 quarters of an hour, we reached the stables where she dismounted and removed the riding tack. I soon changed back to human, a sweaty one after my exertions. Muriel sent me to take a hot shower to refresh myself.
In the shower, I ruminated on the strange events of the morning. I had transformed a second time - this time by wishing it - and also carried a rider - an expert rider like Muriel - on my back. The surprising part? I wouldn't mind carrying her again!
3 days later, Muriel asked me to change again and this time I did without reservations, despite knowing what was to come. Soon after I changed, Muriel again led me out of the stables where she saddled me again and mounted my back once more. Off we started on another long ride. This time, I was sort of getting used to her signals and felt more natural carrying her around. And so it went on. I found myself extending my stay at her farm to the rest of my vacation. Muriel would ask me to transform twice a week and then ride me. As time wore on, I got more and more used to being ridden by her. We now had a very good understanding of each other as horse and rider and were performing our roles to perfection.
A few rides later, as I approaced the stables with Muriel on my back,imagine my surprise to see my sexy teacher Christina Lamb standing outside. Muriel reined me to a halt next to her. "Hi Chris, would you like a ride?" she asked and I felt my equine penis stand erect. Sure enough, Muriel dismounted and handed over the reins to Christina. "Ride him. He's just superb. There's something about him that's almost human" she told her. Chris took over the reins, and mounted my back. She adjusted herself in the saddle and positioned herself centrally. If she was even half as experienced a rider as Muriel, I knew we would have a good time. Heck, we would have a good time anyway, tired as I was. I was carrying my crush! Someone whom I secretly lusted after.
"Be gentle with him, Chris" Muriel said. "Don't worry Muriel, I'll bring him back in one peice" replied Chris, slapping my rump, signalling me to move. I obeyed, though I was tired after carrying Muriel the last couple of hours. Chris urged me into a gallop soon enough. As I found out, she was an excellent rider and soon a bond had been established between us - the rider and the ridden. Chris took me on a 2 hour ride by the end of which I was completely exhausted and lathered in sweat. I had carried 2 riders today, each for around 2 hours. Chris's judgement was compensation enough. "Wonderful mount, Muriel. Can't wait to ride him again. Did you train him yourself?" to which Muriel grinned "Yes I did Chris".
Then mom turned up at the farm one day. I offered her a ride and turned to horse form. She mounted my back and took me for a long, tiring gallop. She told me later that she knew the family secret (obviously, I thought). Tiring though the rides were, I'd settled into that routine now. Carrying a rider on my back seemed a natural thing to do when in horse form.
A year later, I spent the next vacation at Muriel's farm again. This time, I carried other riders on my back - the only conditions being that they be female and good looking! I changed more frequently. Instead of twice a week the previous summer, this time it was almost every day.
The third consecutive summer at Muriel's turned out to be different. This time, she suggested she would train me for dressage and show jumping. I agreed. This required that I spend most of the day in horse form. Muriel trained me to do show jumping rather fast. I coped with it due to my human intelligence. Soon, we were ready for the real thing. She rode me at several dressage competitions and show jumping events. With my superior intelligence, we won practically every event we took part in. The judges never stopped gushing "It's as if horse and rider are one. They've got a spiritual connection" and so on and so forth. Muriel and I had a good laugh about it later. I was so used to being ridden by Muriel now that I did feel one with her. I willingly turned to horse form everyday, even offered her rides myself. The one thing that I still felt uncomfortable about was the bit in my mouth. Even after being saddled and ridden a 100 times, I still had not got used to it. It still gave me a feeling of being subjugated whenever I was ridden.
But hey, I had ridden horses since childhood and this was a chance to feel how it was on the other side. How it felt to be saddled, bridled, mounted and ridden, to obey your rider's commands. How tiring it was to be ridden long and hard (I was such a responsive mount that almost all my riders had ridden me long and hard). At the fag end of the third summer, Muriel had a surprise rider for me - Jenny Smith, the girl of my dreams. She had been in my class at school and I had never found the courage to ask her out. Now I would be between her legs anyway!
THIS IS A WORK IN PROGRESS. TO BE CONTINUED