(Story is on hiatus for now.)

I've been working at this racetrack for years, so why are all the horses acting weird around me all of a sudden? And what's up with my roommate complaining that my room reeks like a stable? Well, it only took growing fur, hooves, a mane, and a muzzle for me to understand what was happening. Urgh, and that's not even the worst part, I also lost my manhood, and my new nethers feel like they're on fire! There's nopony around here to help me 'scratch that itch' either! Who could I possible get together with when I'm the only pony on Earth? This sucks!

Well, actually, I suppose there are some other ponies that might be interested... It wouldn't be wrong since we're all technically ponies... right?

Warning: This story contains explicit sequences of intercourse between a man-turned-mare and feral horses. If you are not interested in reading about the strictly physical relationship between the two groups, I highly suggest that you do not read this story. This was written with no other aspect in mind other than as "fetish fuel". You have been warned.

Thank you Scrub and Refro for editing!

A big thank you to Twisted Spectrum for helping with just about everything! You're the best!