From Fair to Mare

Faye was being paid good money to take care of Mr. Gallagher's animals while he was away on business, and in truth, it was a dream job. She had always wanted to live on a farm, and while she had volunteered to help out at local shelters before, responding to his wanted ad to take care of his animals on the isolated property while he was away was the closest she had ever come to owning her own animals or living in the country. Not that sleeping in a guest room in his estate was anything like living on a farm, but most of the day saw her out taking care of one animal or anything on his sprawling property. It wasn't even that stressful since he had left such detailed instructions as to their care. The weird thing was that one instruction came up every time, under the feeding section it specifically prohibited her from eating any of the animals food. It was a weird note, it wasn't like she had any desire to start munching on alfalfa, but Mr. Gallagher was a detail oriented person she guessed.

Faye had skipped breakfast this morning, and it was approaching midday by the time she got to Russel, the older, brown and white dappled horse. Russel was happy to see her and hammed it up to get attention. He was a charming old fellow, and he contentedly let her brush him for ages before she decided it was time to give him something to eat. Faye had brought down some carrots with her that had been delivered earlier in the morning by a strange unmarked van, and its silent driver. She scoffed at the secrecy behind his animal feed at the time, but she had to admit, the veggies and other foods looked healthy and clean. Faye fed one of the carrots to Russel and smiled as he eagerly devoured the orange vegetable. Faye's stomach growled noisily at the sight, and she hesitated before feeding him another. There were about five or six carrots lift in the small basket, and it would still be a few hours or more before she was done helping out at the farm. Faye picked up another carrot and was about to give it to Russel when her stomach growled even louder. She hesitated as she thought of Mr. Gallagher's rule, and then brought the carrot to her own mouth, taking a large bite.

Working all morning without having eaten anything made Faye hungrier than she expected to have been, the carrot wasn't even peeled, but she devoured it almost as fast as Russel had and soon had two more in hands, one for her and one for the horse. She fed Russel while she ate her own carrot, savoring the vibrant taste of the veggie, it was almost too healthy. By the time the carrots were gone, she was a little ashamed to have eaten at least as much as the horse had, thought Russel didn't seem to mind.

Faye continued to clean up the penned off pasture and to make sure everything was in order before going on to take care of some of the other animals. As Faye continued to work, she suddenly felt strange, like her pants were too tight, too hot, and rubbing roughly against her skin. The jean shorts rubbed at overly sensitive areas and chafed as she moved. Faye ignored it for a moment or two, but the sensation was so rough on her suddenly tender groin. Eventually she decided that since there was nobody around for miles, and Mr. Gallagher was still out of town on his trip, nobody would notice if she unzipped her shorts for a moment. Fave tugged the zipper down and started to pull the shorts down a bit, the fabric rubbed two sensitive spots roughly, and she cringed as she finally let the fabric low enough to no longer bug her.

Faye swore as she looked down, something looked swollen, to either side of the area above her crotch the flesh bumped out a bit, and her panties were tented by two small points. It kind of reminded her of how her shirt looked when her nipples got hard. Russel snorted and drew her attention away for a moment, and she stepped out of the jean shorts that had fallen to her ankles when her hands let go of the fabric, she laughed as she decided she was content to work in just her underwear at the moment. As she tried to get more work done the tightness from before began to return, her panties felt like they were being pulled taught from the back and she was confused when she reached behind her to fix them and ended up with a handful of hair. She was drawing a blank as to what could be going on and without thinking just yanked roughly on the hair. Her yelp of pain surprised Russel, and he whinnied back at her.

Faye felt the hair more carefully, tracing it to a small amount of flesh that was attached to her. She started to pull her underwear off in hopes to get a better look at her-

Tail was the first word that came to mind, but she banished the thought ,and continued to pull her panties off only to be stopped by what she saw. The two swollen areas had grown larger, and as the fabric came off of them she found herself looking at a pair of breasts. It wasn't the pair on her chest; this was a pair that rested against her thighs and sat above her pussy. She reached down and felt them, her fingers trailing over a nipple and causing her to shudder, there was no denying it, that was a breast, a second pair of boobs.

Faye looked at Russel as if he had an answer for what was going on but he had turned and was eating grass and ignoring her. Faye forgot about the tail that was growing longer by the moment as she massaged her crotch tits, they were sensitive, soft, and surreal. Faye's ears flattened and pivoted as a sound Russel made jumped her out of her focused lower breast massage. The copper-haired girl froze, and her hands drifted up to her head. She went to touch her ears, but they weren't exactly where she had grown accustomed to finding them. Her hands moved around as she felt the odd shapes, the equine shapes of her ears.

"Horse's ears?" She muttered in disbelief before walking over to the water trough. She looked down at her reflection and in the distorted ripples water she saw a pair of horse ears poking out of her copper hair. "W-what the... no, this isn't real I can't be... A horse!?" Faye looked herself over more carefully.

Her tail had grown to about a foot long at this point, flowing and slightly curly copper locks like those on her head that continued to lengthen as she looked at herself. Small reddish-brown hairs grew tightly on her thighs, and down her legs, it looked like the start of a coat of fur. She noticed at this point that she had been walking on her toes for a bit, and her feet were starting to become stiff as the joints changed size and shape. Faye's legs wobbled, and she had to sit down as her toes merged into a hard and off-color shape that grew more hoof-like by the moment. She felt the last bit of sensation fade away as the flesh gave way to keratin and she was left with a glowingly equine lower half.

Faye stood up slowly and took a ungainly step or two until she got used to her new balance. There was a bit more spring to her step, and she knew that her legs were a bit more powerful than they had been before. Even under her soft curves, the muscles had become tighter and stronger. Faye let out an exasperated and somewhat equine snort and looked to Russel for an explanation. The older horse gave concerned nicker, and she sighed before clopping across the grass over to him.

"I bet it was those damn carrots, eh Russ?" She puzzled for a moment still trying to figure out exactly what had happened to her. She guessed this must be why he said not to eat the animal feed and for a moment she was worried he would be upset at her since it would be obvious she had deviated from his plans. Faye was more worried about Mr. Gallagher's reaction than to having partially turned into a mare at his point, and it took a gentle nudge from the horse to break her fretting. She looked up at Russel "I bet you're loving this though, aren't ya boy?" Faye chuckled, giving the older horse a questioning smile, Russel's only response was to let out a happy snort.

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~The Warlock