I woke up a few hours later to an empty bed feeling simultaneously refreshed and pretty sticky. The fur on my chest just below my tits was matted and crusty. I harboured the momentary regret that I had not managed to have a little taste of Shy Horses spunk, I was certain it would have been more than tasty. I suppressed that thought with a shiver, and pulled myself out of bed.

There was a clammy feeling on my dick and nethers so I headed out of the room and across the hall to the bathroom to have a quick shower. I heard Flutterbutter pottering around downstairs in the kitchen so I assumed that she would probably have a pot of tea brewing so I didn't want to take too long, just a quick rinse of the extremities and a more concerted effort on my chest and genitals, I didn't bother getting my mane wet, and managed the same for the most part with my tail, after all I didn't want to spend the day drying out. That's a real pain considering the fact that I'm covered head to hoof in fur and both my mane and tail are pretty thick and full.

Shower finished I snagged a towel and wrapped it around my body over the top of my tits and wings then strolled down the stairs. I booled right through in to the kitchen like I was a lord surveying his manor and plonked my arse at the head of the table.

“Morning Flutters”

“Oh!” she said in her whispering lilt. She was fussing over the stove, but turned to greet me, there was a steaming tea pot at the side on the bench “good morning Brian. I heard you get up, did you sleep well?”

“Like the dead, pet.” She cringed a little at my phrasing “got the tea brewing?” I said looking over to the pot and sniffing the scent of smoked fish in the air.

She moved away from the stove to give me a gentle hug and nuzzle before turning back to her work.

“Yes, and I have made you an omelette for breakfast, I hope you like it”

I decided that despite my state of undress I would offer a bit of help, she was after all a horse and stark bollock naked herself. I stepped over to the workbench and picked up the pot, lifting the lid giving it a little sniff. Herbal tea of some sort with a nose of chamomile, not really my thing but she seems to like it, so who am I to argue?. I snagged a couple of mugs from the cupboard and brought them to the table as she was serving up her breakfast fare.

Now, before I came to horse land, I fucking hated fish, give me a nice bacon sarnie in the morning with a dollop of HP and a nice English breakfast tea and I am a happy man, but in horse land nohorse eats bacon, they don't even know what the fuck it is. Don't even mention red meat, I got a few horrified looks at that when I was first plopped out of some multidimensional vagina and asked for a nice rare steak with a helping of bearnaise. Their diet is pretty much human though, the usual fruit, veg and grain you would expect, except with the addition of a few select flowers that I knew for certain were toxic to humans.

And fish.

One day in Horseville something magical happened.

I walked in to a restaurant with my cadre of lady horses and my nose picked up on the scent of fish, and instead of the usual sense of revulsion, I was utterly transfixed, I was certain I was sniffing the Virgin Mary's own divine snatch.

Before I knew it I had seated myself and was shoveling in hearty forkfuls of fishy goodness without even coming up for air.

It was the first time that it fully hit home that my new body was no longer my own.

The omelette that Butter Horse served was a fluffy delicious looking thing with flakes of some kind of smoked fish in it. I remember my mam once went to stay at that famous golf place in Scotland and said she had something like it, I thought she was quite mad at the time.

Omelette Gordon Bennett* or something like that I think she said it was called.

I snuffed out any thoughts of my previous life straight out and snarfed the food up before Quiet Horse had even had a nibble.

I looked up at the clock on the wall, just after ten thirty. Not my worst to be honest.

“Hey, Flutters” I said and she raised her eyes to mine. “so, y'kna I'm like” I blushed in a suitably manly manner “in heat, yeah?”

She gave me a smile and an almost imperceptible nod and her empty hand rose from her naked lap to gently stroke the back of mine. Her other brought the smallest mouthful I had ever seen to her lips.

“So yeah, that happened, right.” It was, now that I think about it pretty obvious, I mean, I had been a literal chick with a dick for the best part of a year. I supposed that my utter unwillingness to admit to the fact that I had female reproductive organs now must have caused me to absolutely blank the implications. I went on; “it's weird for me y'kna?” a tiny nod in reply “So I want to let it blow over, right?” another smile in assent “I must friggin' stink eh?” she burst out in a glorious blush as I started to chortle.

Ok, yeah, it was a totally girly giggle, fuck off alright?

“I've got to get some stuff sorted out in my head, but I want to see you when its all over and done with” I pointed in the direction of my clam “you know, that” her hand gave mine a barely perceptible little squeeze in agreement, “so, I'm reckoning that tomorrow evening at some point is going to be good. Party Panic said the first is usually just a couple days? Three max?” another dip of the head in confirmation. “Ok, so can you pop round Castle Greyskull tomorrow evening and pull Rares along with you on the way? Around when she closes up?”

“Of course Brian, I would be happy to”

The best thing about a conversation with Flutterflaps is that everything is so straight forward. If you have anything to say you can just say it, no discussion, no questioning details or motives. If you ask her something and it is within her power? She'll just fucking do it. She is pretty epic that way, bless her.

There wasn't much to say after that, but I had to motivate myself for my visit to Work Horses little cider factory. Best way to do that is to conserve as much energy as is physically possible.

We both sat down on the sofa for an hour or two and did absolutely fuck all.

The walk to Work Horses sprawling farm from Flutterbutters humble abode was a pretty quick one, there is a path that leads right there so I made fairly decent time. It was about noon and I knew she would be settling down for a break from her backbreaking farm work at some point shortly.

Not that she actually needed it.

I took my usual route most of the way but alighted from the path and hopped a fence in to the orchard instead of heading up the path right to the farm house. I was utterly terrified of Big Mac in an utterly irrational way and didn't want to cross HIS path before I had a chance to talk to Apple Horse. I mean fuck, he is one of the nicest horses there is, but he is built like a brick shit house and a good head taller than me.

And look, he is the most masculine thing I have seen in horse land, seeing him is such a jarring experience.

He definitely gets bitches though. Totally got swag.

Anyway, I ducked under the first row of trees and listened for a moment. A thudding crack sounded a little way off so I adjusted my path to head in that direction. It wasn't long before I passed in to a row of older looking trees bordering a rich green path of healthy looking grass. Work Horse herself was standing in front of one tree near the end of the row that was surrounded by a collection of barrels and smaller tubs that she was inspecting.

She stepped back and turned to the side, her back facing me, before coiling and kicking out with one hoof like a fucking ninja with a strength beyond anything I could ever match.

Every apple without exception dropped in to the awaiting containers.

“'Scuse me, I don't suppose you have any pears around here do you? Or some Perry?” I called out to her. “apples are so passé”

She swung around with a scowl and tromped over to me, hands on her hips, while I flashed a well trained shit eating grin in her direction.

“Well pardner,” she said in a haughty manner as she approached and raised an eye brow at me “seems yer right outta luck. We don' take too kindly here to no fancy scmancy city fruit and ther likes aroun' here.” her scowl dropped and burst in to a smile “aint no kinda fruit got any right to be such a silly shape” she poked me with her index finger right over the tit. “Got some real good apples and cider ah can tempt yah wit'?” her nostrils flared and her eyes widened “oh, well shucks hon, aint that overdue”

I was pretty much expecting this to be honest, Farm Horse has and absence of guile beyond mortal ken, it was practically her super-power. It also helped to settle my nerves a little, there wasn't any judgement in her tone, it was just a simple statement of fact.

“Ah expect yer bin a mite worked up hon, jus happen today?” she continued in a sympathetic tone.

“Nah, yesterday AJ, first thing in the morning. Been avoiding the 'blunt end' of Rainbow, Rarity and Twi' since I realized.” I scratched my hand and looked at the ground.

“Ah reckon' yer right there sugarcube, those three gals don't got a lick of sense between them” she brought her hand to my chin and lifted my eyes back to her “wus always gonna to happen some time sooner or later, you aint got nuthin to be fearin' from those gals”

“I dunno AJ, I've just been feeling like I'm losing myself a little” she opened her mouth as if to speak but I cut her off. “Look, I don't want to talk about being a fertile young maiden right now AJ. I just wanted to come here and, you know” I flapped my hand around in a manner that in my head explained the meaning of life, the universe and everything. “ask you something”.

She plucked a leaf out of my mane “Sure hon, you go right ahead”.

“Right, well” I said as for some reason I tensed up and blurted out “are we in a bloody herd!?”

Her response caught me completely off guard. First a queer look overtook her face, then the next second she was raising her head to the heavens and howling in laughter.

“What!” I barked out indignantly.

Ok, fine, it was more of a pouty whine... Just fuck off, OK?.

“Sugarcube!” she reigned in her howling to a more sedate belly wrenching chortle, hands pressing in to her gut. “ah wus thinkin' fer a second there you was gonna tell me y'all got the feather flu!” she wiped a tear from her eye and wrapped me in her arms, mine were firmly crossed under my juicy titties. “Ah little thing like tha' gettin' you all worked up" she rubbed my back under my wing joints "yer so wound up, yer liable to pop yer shive**"

I huffed and puzzled out the horsey idiom before coming to the conclusion it was roughly translated to 'blowing a gasket'. Sighing I uncrossed my arms and returned the hug, ignoring the meaty appendage resting against my left thigh.

"Look, I know you probably think I'm weird, but this kind of thing is kinda weird from my perspective, I just need to know, you know?"

She separated from me and stood back, aiming a thoughtful look at me. "Well pardner, instead ah me tellin' yer straight, how about you get ter tellin' little old me if ah'm in yer herd yerself?" she nodded then the side of her mouth picked up in a half grin. "Thats how we ponies go about it hon, t'aint no mystery, ponies just get ter knowin'"

I felt a sudden urge to bark out a frustrated 'oh come on!' and instead pondered her words. Work Horse is as straightforward as they come, so she wasn't doing it to annoy me or anything, I was at the very least sure of that after a moment or two.

'Am I thinking about this all wrong' I thought to myself. I realized I was still thinking of things with my 'human' standards. What does a herd really mean? Is it horse marriage? Or is a more simple fluid thing that could be better explained as best friends? Are my horse wives more of a heat beating agreement between friends?

I mean we weren't living together or anything were we?

Was it really that simple?

I decided that those answers could wait until tomorrow.

I looked over at the lady horse in front of me. She really was a specimen. She had a thickness to her limbs and torso that wasn't standard fare amongst horse women. Her entire body was a monument to every single day she had spent toiling hard working the land. She was a Amazonian sculpture of which Ares himself would have been proud, not the grotesque ripped bulges of muscle that body builders work so hard to achieve, but a compact and full musculature of coiled strength that covered her bones from hoof all the way to her upper torso. Her arms, although not quite as packed still had biceps and forearms bigger than average. It was the totally unassuming strength of somehorse who knew the value of hard work.

It had not cost her a penny of her femininity.

Being a practical horse to the last gave her a full rich diet that had covered her rippling core of strength in a thin layer of fat that washed out like a bas relief sculpture her rippling muscles and painted ladylike curves in a most pleasing manner.

Full breasts softly drooping shaped like raindrops running down a pane of glass.

Hips that swept out like a wave adorned with three cheerful looking red apples.

A slightly thicker tuft of fur at the top of her chest between the top of her breasts and around her hooves from working outside in all seasons.

The most sincere and mischievous emerald eyes.

"Yes" I answered with conviction, not because I thought it was the truth, or what she wanted to hear, I was simply stating a fact.

"Yes" she mirrored "ah reckon' thats about right hon"

"It's just, I don't know about these sorts of things AJ, I just want to have it all clear. Have it all spelled out y'kno?"

"Ah recon" she nodded. "y'all done dealt with a lot the last year sugarcube. I sure wouldn'ta coped like you done if ah lost mah family an' friends all at once. Aint nobody goin' to judge you fer no confusion" she walked a little closer and put her hands on my shoulders "y'all just got to remember yer the same pony deep down, nopony aint ever going to change that hon".

She pulled me in to herself and pushed my head gently to her shoulder and ran her fingers through my mane. I let her lead me, it was a relief to have somehorse to vent to, but I didn't want to linger on my feelings too much here whilst I still knew my heat was in full flow, so I held my tongue and held my farmer horse just as tight.

"Can you come around the castle tomorrow after you've finished your days work?" I breathed out to her neck "Not too early, I think that we should all get together and talk through things once my stupid munt has stopped its friggin' drippin"

She let out a giggle "Sure hon"

"Right" I said straightening up and separating from her. I flashed her a stern look, untied the pretty bow of my kilt that was tucked under my mane behind my neck, and allowed it to cascade down my curvy body to pool around my hooves. Her eyes widened in surprise.

Look, Apple Horse is sexy.

I wasn't going to let her get away without giving her a nice firm dicking.

I stood to my full height. I was a couple of inches taller than her, but with a decidedly less imposing frame.

I gestured to the tree behind her, she gave a quick couple of eager nods as she quickly turned and headed over, her dick hardening all the while.

I took a couple of moments to enjoy the sight of her generous arse and the curves of her back as she walked over to the tree and stood with hooves shoulders width apart.

Bent herself over at the waist.

Placed her hands on the tree.

And flagged her tail right up over her back exposing her juicy lips and po-nut to the world.

Apple Horse, you see, lives her entire life in absolute control of everything she does. Not through being a control freak or anything like that, its a much more pragmatic wish to care for her siblings and her gran. Her entire life is spent working the farm, balancing the books and making sure everyhorse is fed and gets their school books. Buying the shopping and preparing meals.

So naturally, sometimes she likes to lose a little control.

And this manifests in a particular way.

Honestly, I don't really get in to it that much, I am much more vanilla in the bedroom, but hey, I like this horse ok? and I think I would pretty much do anything for my horse women truth be told, apart from taking a dicking myself.

I strolled casually up to her with calm indifference.

Coiled my torso.

CRACK

And swung the hardest slap I could right on to her right arse cheek before grabbing said cheek with my hand with all my strength.

I barely moved flesh.

Thunder Ass here is built of stern stuff. It wasn't about pain or anything like that, in fact I was utterly certain that due to the stinging palm of my hand I had come off worse in this little engagement. But I knew exactly how she likes it. Apple horse loves to feel like she is just furniture, a hole to use, an object that people pick up then throw away once they are done with.

Sex for her is escapism, a little fantasy where she has no responsibility and no burdens to bear.

I thrust with every ounce of strength in to her sopping wet cunt, she didn't budge an inch, so I reached for a fist full of her mane and she let me pull her head back. A throaty groan escaped her as I withdrew slowly then thrust back in as quick and as hard as I could. By the third thrust she was already cumming around my shaft, viscous strands of fluid dripped down my balls and to the ground as I kept cunt punching in to her through her orgasm. Tremors drifted up and down her body as I went at it without pause or remorse. I wasn't done yet after all, her fantasy was telling her so.

I hammered in to her again and again, tugging her head back with every thrust, her eyes were closed and tongue lolling out of her mouth comically. A line of drool dripped off her chin. She had barely came down from her first orgasm before she came again, this time harder than the last. Shuddering gasps and lewd moans burst from her mouth in a deliciously slutty way. The muscles in her back and thighs were straining against the force of her release to keep her position bent over against the tree.

An apple dropped down from the tree above and landed on her shoulder, so I grabbed it before it could fall and placed it on her back in the valley of her spine.

Again and again I pummeled her insides punching her snatch with my dick, 'one of us was going to be sore after this' I thought 'probably me'.

I grabbed the apple and took a big bite, not stopping my exhausting thrusts for a second, before plopping it back down in place back on her to add to her fantasy. She was my table now.

I released the arse cheek I was grabbing to reach over her back and grab a firm hold on one of her swinging tits. I grabbed in a manner that I would never do to one of my other horse women before I dropped it again and pinched a nipple firmly.

She was cumming in steady waves now one after the other with only seconds of respite, her flaps were dripping a constant stream of horse juice. Her right hoof lifted slightly then began tapping a shuddering staccato rhythm on the grassy ground in time with her orgasmic tremors. I had absolutely no idea how she could still stand up, but stand she did.

I released her mane and brought my other hand around to her other tit and gave it the same treatment as I was giving the other, pressing then tugging nipples then grabbing juicy handfuls of her feminine fat.

I was steadily reaching my peak, despite the sheer erotic picture before me I had managed to stave off my own release.

This was all about her, after all.

She was panting out a baying trill now and gasping for breath. Battling against her body's betraying shudders as she fought against gravity itself to remain standing. I knew she was close to her limit, I wanted to push her right over and beyond it.

I reached back to her head and grabbed a generous fist of her flaxen mane and pushed it down in time to a heaving thrust, to between her arms to a point where she would be facing her dick. At the same time my other hand snaked around her waist and grabbed the base of her utterly rigid spire and pointed it straight along her torso.

I picked up my pace but kept up the viciousness of the pummeling and curled my neck to align everything just right then gave her two gentle strokes.

She came with the force of a tidal wave sounded by a howling wail that was muffled by her position. A thick rope of cum shot out of her dick and splashed right in to her mouth, then another that hit her chin. A couple more on the underside of her tits before I let go of her dick and turned my attention to my own orgasm.

Right as I reached my peak I pulled out so just my tip was inside her and fired two hot blasts inside her waiting hole, then I pulled out and fired a splot at her taint and tail before stroking a couple of lines over her arse and on to her back.

I gasped for breath as Work Horses legs finally gave out and she sprawled out on her back like a starfish. Her own tits heaving in time with her wheezing breaths and her Apple Pie dripping its cream filling on to her tail and the ground.

I set myself down beside her and pressed in to her side, giving her a couple of moments to recover.

"Whew" she finally said. "y'all sure knows how to treat a mare"

I couldn't help it, I leaned over her cummy tits and kissed her full on the lips with plenty of tongue, there was the lingering taste of something peaty mixed with a citrus tang.

"Don't you fuckin' know it pet" I said as I pulled back and give her right cheek two firm pats.

And that's the story about the first time I cum-swapped with a horse.

Author's Note

*Omelette Arnold Bennett for anyone who gives a crap.
** The cork/bung at the top of a ale/cider cask.