UH UH HUH! DUDE LOOKS LIKE A LADY
Big McIntosh and the DIY sex-change
Big McIntosh grunted as he pushed the dildo further into his ass. Ever since he had tasted the forbidden fruit of another man, he had been unable to shake his desire for a stallion’s hard juicy cock to be buried in his asshole all the way to the base.
As Big Mac proceeded to fuck himself in the ass mercilessly with the large dildo, he felt his own dick getting hard at the thought of it being a real stallion fucking him instead of himself with a shitty rubber dildo. As he stimulated himself to the point of climax, he came all over a picture of a posing stallion in a gay porn magazine. He kept his stash of gay porn in a box underneath his bed, only to ever take it out when Applejack wasn’t around. God forbid his sister ever found out that he was gay, or worse still, Granny Smith. She’d have had him exorcised by the local minister.
“Ain’t gonna be none’ o’ that ho yay, rump, bumpin in this family!” he’d remembered her say the first time he’d mentioned some gay stallions he knew from school.
But Big Mac wasn’t gay. He knew that. He had always known that. The truth was, he longed to be a mare.
Big Mac was a mare trapped inside a stallion’s body, and for the past few years it had made him very depressed and withdrawn, seeking solace in gay clubs and LGBT protest marches, all in absolute secrecy. He wanted a sex-change operation, but couldn’t afford the expensive medical bills on his meagre salary.
As he cleaned the cum off his dick and the shit off his dildo, he had an ingenious idea.
If it ain’t right that ah have a man because I’m a man, then ah guess ah’ll have to make mahself a woman.
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Big Mac was in the barn on his own. He had brought with him, a range of appropriate tools to perform his own improvised sex-change: a scalpel, a hatchet and a pair of garden shears. He also had several tourniquets and a pair of tweezers.
The first thing that Big Mac did was lay his cock out on the table. He looked at the long, brown organ with admiration as he tied it up at the base with a tourniquet so that he would not pass out from the blood loss.
He took his balls in his hands and tapped the scalpel against them. He found the fold that ran down the middle of his hairy scrotum and used the scalpel to slice open his ball sack. As the sac opened outwards, his two testes dangled out by their tubes, knocking into each other and getting tangled. Big mac had to untangle his testicles before he could make a clean cut. He laid his loose testicles out on the table and proceeded to use the scalpel to slice them free of the tubes they were attached to. He took his individual testes into his mouth and chewed them like grapes, savouring each one, for he knew that he would never again be able to taste his own testicles.
Using the garden shears, shears that he had used to tend trees in the past, he cut away the excess skin of his ball sack and discarded it. he now had a cock with no balls, and a gaping hole leading up into the area beyond his scrotum. He took a spoon and started to scoop out some of the unnecessary tissue matter. It was like eating a kiwi fruit, digging the spoon inside and scooping out the tangy fruit. Big Mac tucked into the tissues that he pulled free from his scrotum.
When he had finally finished, he laid his long penis out on the table so that he could see it more clearly.
Time t' say g'bye old fella
He picked up the scalpel with his hoof, and then, with the precision of a hippo in a shit bath, he sliced from the tip of the glans, all the way down the length of his foreskin and peeled the flaps of penile skin open like a jacket. The brown flaps of skin parted easily and revealed the pink, fleshy muscle underneath. Big Mac looked down at his wet, pink penis that was pulsating on the table beneath him and dragged the knife across the surface of the exposed, sensitive cock and scraped away the excess foreskin with the blade of the scalpel. He then used the razor sharp tip of the surgical implement to cut individual slits into the meaty pink shaft of his penis, letting the blood rush to the surface. He slit through the individual veins, bursting vessels with the tip of the scalpel, pricking the cock all over. He scored his own cock as if it were a piece of meat he was about to cook and then, pointing the scalpel down, stabbed his defenceless penis several times, in a ritualistic fashion. It was a deadly, unwanted beast that he needed to slay, and so he continued to stab it until blood started to dribble from the tip of the glans.
Cut off the head and ya kill the beast.
Big Mac hovered the scalpel over his glans. Using a precise, saw-like motion, he cut through the bulbous head of his own cock, severing the glans. He had given his cock a flat top. It was like a chopped off shit. The now headless penis was lifeless and limp, a bleeding piece of meat that lay on the chopping board. Big Mac had to rid himself once of all, of this diseased piece of flesh. He took the hatchet and began to saw through his cock at the base, the serrated tips of the blade ripping through the tender pink muscle of his unskinned penis.
He pulled his penis away and scooped it up along with the glans. He opened his mouth and ingested both discarded pieces of his stallion anatomy, chewing them carefully with his teeth.
Big Mac looked down at his bleeding crotch. He had successfully removed his own penis and scrotum, but there was still something missing. Rather than being an actual vagina, it was just the stump of a penis and a bleeding hole where his testicles once were.
So big mac took the scalpel and started to carve away at his crotch, opening himself out and scooping away the discarded flesh. When he realised that he had cut through himself, all the way to his rectum, he realised that he was bleeding shit all over the table and rapidly starting to lose consciousness from the blood loss.
With his last ounce of strength, Big Mac took the dildo and started shoving it inside the gaping hole in his crotch. He pushed his entire hoof in to stimulate his fucking bloody gaping vagina and with his last breath, forced his first and last orgasm as a woman.
oh baby, ah'm a woman now!
He died happily, safe in the knowledge that he would enter heaven as the beautiful mare he always wanted to be.
