The Magic Remote

The Magic Remote 

Part 2: Chalice

I woke up.

I didn't know where I was at first. I blinked my eyes and turned my head, sighting down my white muzzle. I was in a room filled with soft sunlight and I was laying on a bed. A recovery room? It must be...

The last thing I remember I was a terrified horse trapped in a room and an anxious girl desperate to transform. Except, I wasn't a horse or a girl....

What am I? Who am I?

I remember being Chalice, a young mare, strong and fleet, and burning with a wordless desire to rut and become heavy with foal. I also remember being Allison, smart and pretty and impetuous, burning with a desire to be unique and posed with a passion that would not be contained. Distantly I remembered finding a magic remote. And yet, I knew I was neither of them. I was new. Certainly, I was made from Chalice and Allison, an amalgam of their qualities and experiences, yet I was more than that. I was a new being with my own mind and desires and soul. I was unique.

Chalice and Allison were dead. I was alive. Long live me.

Whatever I am.

I sat up and raised my right hand and looked at it. I had two thick fingers and a thumb, each capped by a thick nail of hoof material, I moved the hand and made a fist, relishing the dexterity and strength of my digits. My hand and arm was covered in short white fur, and below the skin and soft layer of fat I could see strong muscles ripple. I brought my hands up to my face and felt along my muzzle, encountering bee stung lips and wide equine nostrils. I swept my mane out of my face, long platinum blonde strands of hair, and tucked them behind my long, mobile horse ear. I nickered. I slide my hands down my long, strong neck and along my chest, hefting my large round breasts. I sighed happily and felt my thumb sized nipples stiffen. I planted my hands on either side of my hips, and used my arms to swivel myself onto the edge of the hospital bed. I swung my legs over the side and was rewarded by the sharp flop of my hooves striking the tile floor for the first time.

I stood unsteadily at first, finding my balance, and surveyed the recovery room. In the corner I saw a full length mirror, and with pleasing ease, I smoothly clopped over to it. I took a deep breath and snorted it out, took on last step forward and gazed at myself.

I was a beautiful palomino horse girl. I was humanoid and stood six and a half feet tall and was covered in snowy white fur from head to hoof. I had a short equine muzzle with black lips, and a grey nose leading back to piercing blue eyes, equine ears, and a long flowing blonde mane. I had a long supple neck meeting muscular shoulders, large, round E cup breasts which hung heavily on my chest like teardrops. My nipples where grey-black a jutted out. My arms were muscular and ended in three fingered hands. I had a narrow waist that was stripped with heavily defined abs that bloomed into wide hips that encompassed the muscular, soft expanse of my large ass and huge thighs. I had digitigrade legs that rippled with muscle and ended in hooves. On my crotch I had a small black udder with a pair of short black teats. I turned around and glance over my shoulder, admiring my long sweeping tail of blonde hair, and, sweeping the tail aside, the black and white mottled pucker of my equine vagina. I saw it wink and moisten as I inspected it.

I liked what I saw. I was the best of the fusion between Chalice the horse and Allison the girl. This was my body, this was me.

You can call me Chalice.

***

I heard a knock on the door. The doorknob turned and into my recovery room clopped Misty.

Misty was nude, her brown fur shining in the sunlight. She smiled uncertainly, a look of concern and pride warring on her face. She swished her tail uncertainly and looked at me with her big eyes.

I shifted on my bed, rolling my strong butt muscles. I didn't know how I felt about Misty. On the one hoof she was my father, kind of, and I loved her fiercely. I wanted nothing more to gallop into her arms, mash myself against her generous breasts and be held. But on the other hoof she was a mate of my promised stallion, a rival who still faintly smelled of sex and unmistakable reek of pregnancy. I wanted to bite her and kick her with my hooves. I licked my teeth and flicked my ears. Jealousy fighting love.

Misty, perhaps unaware of my inner turmoil, trotted forward, grabbed my hands in hers and dragged me to my hooves. She held me at arms reach of a moment, letting me see that she was curvier and shorter than my lankier, leaner frame, before drawing me into her soft embrace. Our massive tits squeezed together pleasantly. 'You're beautiful," she whispered, "I'm so proud of you." Misty stroked my mane and I felt myself melt against her, forgetting my jealousy. I encircled her with my arms and we rested our muzzles on each other's shoulders and stood there quietly for a time.

'What do I call you now?" She finally asked in my ear.

"Chalice," I whispered.

I felt her hands slide down my back, one resting in the small of it and the other gripping a butt cheek tightly. 'You know, Chalice," Misty whispered to me, "just because Charger is your stallion, doesn't mean we can't have fun." The hand on my ass slid around under my tail and a hooved finger traced my pussy lips. 'I can't wait to get you alone to myself," she breathed, making my ear flick.

Misty kissed my hungrily on the lips, pushed herself clear of my arms, and sashaying her wide soft bottom, clopped out of my room.

Father, sister-wife, rival; I couldn't wait to see what she meant.

***

After misty left I spent some more time in front of the mirror, flexing my newly configured muscles, hefting my heavy breasts, touching the small black, leather horse udder on my pubic mound. This entire new existence was surreal, I felt like such a novelty, and yet, so complete, so natural. Giddily I realized what an awesome thing Allison had done with the Remote to merge her father and Misty.

I heard another knock on the door, my ears starting in surprise. I breathed deeply, smelling the patchouli scent of Chalice's owner, my partial owner. I stood at attention to greet him.

He opened the door and whistled softly, sounding impressed by what he saw. I fidgeted a little. He walked up to me, clucking his tongue like he used to when I was a horse, making me feel calm and safe. He stretched out his rough hand and touched my muzzle, trailing his hand down my face. I pressed myself to his hand and nuzzled it. He reached his hand back and I opened my mouth, letting him stick his fingers inside and examine my teeth. He nodded. He placed his hands on my shoulders and I stood tall, arching my back and puffing out my tits. He slid his hands down my front, hefting my breasts, deducing their weight. While part of my understood this was a normal equine examination, another part thrilled at the human-style sexual contact. His hands trailed lower, over my muscular flanks and thighs, I strained my muscles, showing him the definition and strength hidden in my womanly curves. He leaned down and I lifted one leg and then the other as he checked my hooves. 'Good girl," he murmured.

Knowing what came next I turned away from him, braced myself on the bed, spread my legs and lifted my tail. He pulled on a rubber glove from a medical supplies table in the room and rolled up his sleeve. I felt his hand trace up the inside of my thigh and then a finger slide along my leathery mare labia. I shivered, somehow unused to this part of the examination. With his fingertips my owner divided my outer labia and gently but firmly penetrated me with his finger, palpating the walls of my vagina. I felt myself become wet at the feeling and my vagina warm and loosen. My owner slid another finger in and then another, and then push his whole hand inside my up to the wrist. I moaned in a way that turned into a whinny and looked back at him there, buried in my cunt. I flexed my vaginal muscles and bit my lips, urging him to push deeper or to abandon his examination and to experiment with me like he did once with Chalice when he was curious and lonely. He blushed and rapidly withdrew his hand, leaving my wet and panting.

"That'll do, girl. You turned out better than I could have hoped."

I preened a little, very proud to have my owner's approval. I swished my tail happily.

"Be sure to have lots of babies for me." he said.

I gasped and nodded, "Of course, sir, it's my fondest wish!" I said with all of the enthusiasm I could muster.

He seemed startled that I could talk, but quickly composed himself. "So what do I call you now?"

"You can call me Chalice, sir." I replied, trying a sultry look. Neither Allison nor Chalice had been good at those.

"Well then I guess you can call me Brian." He stepped forward and gave me a warm, fatherly hug and left the room.

***

I could hear her hoofbeats before anything else. Measured, strong, commanding. But hurried, anxious to be somewhere. My ears perked up instantly and a tingle went down my spine. I was that somewhere.

Then I could smell her, her heady musk and obvious arousal, the subtle notes of her favourite perfume that she still wore. Muscles in my torso tightened and a heat built in my crotch. My heart fluttered.

The hooves, the vortex of smell stopped outside my door. A pause. A choice not to knock, and a door opening. My pussy drooled at the ownership implicit in that choice. I started to pant.

Standing in the doorway, breathing heavily, nostrils distended stood Charger. Her body naked rippled with muscles barely contained in soft curves and black fur. Her large breasts heaved, nipples erect. And standing before her stood her huge equestrian penis, fully extended and erect. I gasped at the sight of it, feeling my tail involuntarily lift as my labia swelled further and parted in arousal. I wanted her, I wanted my stallion.

Right now. Right here.

But I could see she was conflicted. Was I not good enough? Did she not want me? No, it was more likely that she was worried about taking me here. About the Allison that was, how she deserved romance and respect and going slow. And I did want that. But not now, now I needed to be filled, to be fucked, to be rutted, and to be filled with my stallions seed. I whinnied in desperation and arousal.

Charger pawed the floor and stepped forward, and paused again. Determination and concern warring on her beautiful muzzle.

"Please," I gasped. "I-I want this. Charger, mother, my stallion. Please! Claim me! Make me your mare! F-fill me, make me a brood mare!" My insides burned to be filled, I was a gaping gushing wound. I was hyperventilating with need. "FUCK ME!" I screamed at Charger.

But still Charger would not budge. Standing there, looming, erect and majestic. Her self control still held.

I squealed, and tossed my head and mane. If words wouldn't work. I turned my back to Charger, I leaned forward and placed my hands on the tile floor, held my tail aloft, and exposed my inflamed, sopping cunt. I shook my hips slowly, showing myself off, spreading the scent of my need. I glanced back over my shoulder and saw the moment when control left Charger's eyes. The moment when the humanity was overcome and my glorious stallion took control. I whinnied in joy.

With a snort Charger clopped to me. She did not waste time. She grabbed me firmly by the hips, teeth locked in a grimace, spittle flying from her mouth, and penetrated me. I felt her length slide into me, inch by glorious inch. I gasped and snorted, it felt like I was encompassing the world, satisfying a need that was always there but only now being fulfilled. I whinnied again as Charger slowly drew herself back out, again savouring every inch of her mottled, blunt ended penis. Charger slammed herself back into me, sending us scrabbling as our hooves slid on the slick tile floor. We stumbled forward, Charger starting to piston inside me, locked together until I slammed into the wall and braced myself against it. Charger reached around my torso and grabbed my tits, squeezing them with her hoof tipped fingers with bruising force. I shouted in pleasure and pain as my virginity was being defiled, as I was being claimed. Charger started to thrust harder, grunting with every stroke, and braced against the wall, I bucked my hips back into her moaning. I felt her cock drilling into me, her mighty balls slapping my ass, her tits squishing against my back....

And I came.

I exploded.

I spasmed and bucked and lost a moment of awareness.

And then Charger with a tremendous scream came as well, ejaculating into me a torrent of her hot, fertile sperm.

I shouted in joy and then cried out again as I came from the sensation of my womb being flooded.

***

When I came to, I was laying on with my head resting on a pair of pillowy furred breasts and in a pair of sinewy and strong arms. I was being held by my stallion. I wicker end contentedly and nuzzled into the comfort and strength and just listened to her breath.

I laid still and took stock. I had just had sex with Charger, the stallion that was once, in a way, my mother. I felt wonderful, a glowing euphoria I'd never experienced before. My breasts ache from surging as I was fucked and from where they had been grabbed and squeezed. My cunt also ached, bruised from the force of our rutting and sore from my lost virginity. It was the best pain in my life. I rubbed my thighs together and flicked my tail, feeling my own slickness and the tacky slime of excess semen that had leaked out of me and down fly legs. I shivered in happiness. Semen. I had just fucked Charger and she had filled me with her seed. I was hers now, possibly, hopefully (!) impregnated. Hopefully the brood mare I'd always hoped to be. I swooned a little, feeling joy bubble in my chest.

I let my eyes flutter open and looked up into Charger's eyes. "That was perfect." I whispered, smiling and trying to convey my happiness.

Charger stroked my back, hand sliding to gently cup my ass. I wiggled happily. "I'm glad," she said, a look of love, lust, and pride flashing on her face.

I stretched my muzzle up and kissed her on the lips. It really was perfect. It wasn't at all the way any part of me had pictured it: Allison with her fantasies of being alone with a nice boy in a hotel room abroad or on a blanket in the woods or Chalice with her frolicking with a dashing stallion in a field, leading a merry chase before purposefully succumbing to his dominance. (Although I now recognized that Chalice was more likely to be impregnated with a syringe of mail order sperm.) And maybe being fucked in a recovery room because our animal chemistry was too strong wasn't ideal, but it was better than waiting and better than I'd ever imagined. I pressed myself against Charger and straddled her leg, rubbing my slick cunt on her muscled thigh. "I love you, Charger."

'I love you too." She replied, emotion thick in her voice.

'I'm yours." I whispered so only she could hear.

'I know." She said with confidence. I melted.

"I want to have your foals."

She smiled. "You might have one inside you already." I thrilled and kissed her again.

"What's next?" I asked demurely, pleased to let my stallion lead me.

"Now I take you home, my stunning brood mare."

***

Charger eventually excused herself, saying something about needing to settle some details with my doctors. I was sad to see her go, but also understood it is a stallions place to lead and that part of being a brood mare is accepting that the needs of the herd or the needs of my male may come first. It was worth it though.

I stroked my abdomen, thinking again of what had just happened to me, that I was no longer a virgin and that I was maybe pregnant. Rationally I knew that it was not a sure thing, that for humans at least it often took multiple tries, and I didn't know if it was the same for horses. I did know that Charger was fertile, since she had filled Misty with a foal, so I could only hope that I proved as worthy a mate. I tinged with jealousy, but took a deep breath. This wasn't about her, this was about me and about Charger. I thought about what Allison had learned in biology class, picturing a school lesson of sperm swimming towards an egg. I wished the little swimmers luck.

I heard another knock at my room door and smelled Misty. She poked her smiling face in and told me she would be out front with the truck to drive us home whenever I was ready. I looked around the room, Allison hadn't really brought anything with her and Chalice was a horse, so I didn't have belongings. I briefly thought about cleaning myself up and putting on clothes. But I was a mare now, and the notion of clothing seemed silly, so unless made otherwise, I would choose to go naked. And as for cleaning myself, I was proud of scent of my stallion on me, of the wet slop of semen that coated my pussy and thighs. I wanted people to notice it, that jealous part of me really wanted Misty to smell it. So I just gave one more long glance and smell of the recovery room where I came into existence, lost my virginity, and was covered by my stallion and then entered the world.

I clopped down the hallways confidently, past the surprised stares of nurses, orderlies, and patients, and pushed out through the main doors to find Misty waiting in the truck. I walked to the passenger side and climbed in, noticing how much smaller the cab of the truck seemed. I was so much bigger and taller than Allison. Misty sniffed the air and glanced at the sex that coated my thighs. She whinnied happily, a big horsey smile breaking on her face. "Chalice!" She exclaimed, "My baby! It happened! I'm so happy for you." Tears formed in her eyes and she flung herself at me for a hug. "Oh honey, I hope it was magical! And I hope your already making the next addition to our herd!" I hugged her back, touched by the sentiment and mad at myself for feeling competition with this beautiful mare, with my father. Misty deserved my love, not my jealousy.

Misty put the truck in gear and started to drive back to the farm. 'You'll have to tell me all about it," she eventually said. And so I told her all about my first sexual experience, about the passion and naked animal drive, about the feeling of being filled and the ecstasy of feeling my womb fill with my stallions cum. I told her how anxious and excited I was to be with foal. She smiled and nodded, looking overjoyed and aroused. I could smell her pussy moisten as I told my story.

I drummed my hooves on the truck floor, annoyed at myself for being so needy. 'Where is Charger?" I finally asked. Misty clucked her tongue, "She said she had some business to take care of at the hospital and that she wanted to organize a surprise for you. She said that we should entertain ourselves, and that she would let me know when the surprise is ready."

"Surprise?" I asked, intrigued at what that might mean.

Misty just smiled coyly, like she knew what it was but had no intention of telling me.

I snorted happily and stared out the window until we reached the farm.

***

When Misty and I arrived back at the farm I was ready to bound out of the truck and gallop into the waiting arms of Charger to rut again. Misty, sensing my anxious energy or perhaps smelling my arousal, took my hand and told me that my surprise wasn't ready yet. She stroked my muzzle and suggested that we should do something fun instead. I grimaced, obviously disappointed. Misty laughed her gorgeous laugh, breasts heaving. "I know that look!" I couldn't help but smirk back at her.

Misty climbed out of the truck and I joined her on the gravel walk, surveying the farm that Allison had grown up on, savouring the smells and sounds in a new way. It still felt like home.

I heard Misty step up close behind me and circle me in a hug from behind, her large breasts mashed into my back pleasantly. "We both know the best part of being a mare is the sex," she said, "but you haven't gotten to experience the second best part yet..."

"What's that?" I asked, snuggling deeper into her hug.

"This!" She cried giggling, stepping back and leaving me tumbling to the ground before she galloped off, tail whisking behind her. I squealed and picked myself up and charged after her. We galloped through the the farm and into the pastures, laughing and chasing each other. The experience of running like this was magic, my muscles filled with strength, my heart hammering and lungs bellowing, my breasts wobbling wildly with every hoof beat. I was ecstatic! This is what it means to be a horse! I whinnied triumphantly. Misty was right, a good run was exactly what I needed.

Misty eventually pulled up next to a road-fronting gate in the pasture. She was grinning and heaving with breath, and I pulled up to her similarly smiling and panting. 'You know, as a horsemorph, you aren't confined to the farm," she said a twinkle in her eye. I gasped. Staying in the fences was such a strong impulse to my Chalice side that I hadn't really considered that, but of course Allison had been allowed to roam for ages. I smirked, amused at myself. Misty winked and opened the gate and we soon were charging down the gravel shoulder of the back country road. I whooped and whinnied at the unexpected freedom!

We must have made quite the sight, two naked horsemorphs galloping down the road, breasts swaying. A pickup truck passed us and nearly ended up in the ditch which made Misty laugh in delight. We passed one of our neighbours, a berry farmer who knew my father well and who called a happy greeting at Misty and told us to drop by for pies and introductions later. We turned a corner and passed another farm, one that raised ethical poultry, and a mother and daughter watched us charge by. The daughter smiled in delight and waved. I grinned a toothy, horsey smile back and waved back. Her mother shot us a dirty look which caused Misty and I to giggle.

We took another turn and I decided if I could outrun Misty and dug a little deeper and easily passed her. I was far from Flatbush, so I was quite pleased that I was the faster of us. Misty might be a wonderful horse, but I was thoroughbred born to run. I snorted triumphantly and wished Charger were here to see my display of dominance.

Then, remembering that poor Misty was running pregnant and being really very nice to me, I slowed and let her catch up. She pointed at a riding trailhead that lined a creek that had been converted into a little park. We slowed to a trot and made our way under the trees to a nice sheltered spot to stop. We were both grinning and panting, both us covered in lather. I felt incredibly alive, and based on the flushed look on Misty's face, so did she.

Misty stretched, her breasts hanging out. "One of the things about being the first to merge," she said hoarsely, "is that there was a time that I and your mother, still Jane, were lovers. I learned that while I absolutely live for the affections of my stallion, I still enjoy being with females." She gave me a smouldering look and whispered, "with mares." I could suddenly smell her arousal and see her tail frisk.

I was nervous, and shuffled my hooves. Misty was very sexy and as Allison I had become very infatuated with her and with the idea of being her. But at the same time neither Allison nor Chalice had ever really wanted to, ever really thought about being with another female. I was severely tempted, the smell of Misty's pussy and the naked desire in her eyes was making me flush and wet. But at the same time I was worried about what kind of lover I would be. While I had experience with Allison's body and self-experimentation, I'd never pleasures another woman before or been pleasures by another woman. I didn't know what to do, what exactly was expected of me.

I must have looked uncertain since Misty stepped towards me, running her hand along my muzzle and kissing me passionately on the lips. She wrapped her arms around me, cradling the small of my back and ass, pressing her breasts against mine. 'Don't worry, I'll show you want do," she whispered, "this time can be about you, about learning." She pressed her thigh between my legs and crushed it against my cunt, I moaned into her lips while she kissed me again. We stood like that, kissing and me grinding on Misty's strong thigh enjoying the way our breasts mashed together, for a time, myself getting hotter and wetter with every growing moment. Until eventually Misty lowered me to the ground on my back, and crawled on top of me, still pressing her thigh into against my vulva. She kissed me on the mouth, and then licked and nipped and sucked on my tits making me writhe and moan, and then she kissed her way down to my udder, licking and nibbling, before finally she pressed her lips against my cunt. I gasped. And then she started to lick my vulva, slowly at first, tracing the puffy, leathery ridges of my mare cunt with tongue, making me grow slicker and causing my pussy to swell and open. And then she with great pressure and deliberation began to lick upwards, tracing me from my perineum to the apex of my clitoris making me buck and whicker. As my clit grew large and partially emerged, Misty poked at with her tongue and sucked on it making me squirm gloriously. And then she started to lick in earnest, quick, string strokes of her tongue growing faster and more urgent, pushing inside me a little now and then and making me pant and swell towards orgasm. And then she snaked one of her thick, hoof tipped fingers inside me, and stroked the swollen ridge on the roof of my cunt, all the while still licking, always licking, and then suddenly with a whoop I felt myself break open and thrashed in orgasm in Misty's arms.

I lay there panting, my legs tingling, Misty sitting up and smiling down at me, her muzzle coated in my juices. She looked quite pleased with herself. "Was that nice?"

I panted and nodded eagerly.

She smiled her horsey smile and laughed. "Good! Next time it'll be my turn!"

I laid there on the ground for a while basking until Misty convinced me to be bothered to roll over on to my stomach. She sat next to me and stroked my back until I was ready to move. We then bathed ourselves off in the creek, clearing the sweat and sex from our bodies, and splashing each other and playing. When we climbed out we joined hands and trotted back to the farm, skipping and laughing. Along the way we encountered the little girl from before, who must have been watching for us to pass again, who offered us pretty horses flower garlands she had woven. We accepted them with the dignity and grace of our breeding and thanked the girl before resuming our trot home, hand-in-hand.

***

When Misty and I returned to the farm Charger's surprise still wasn't ready. I pouted like a child, disappointed that my stallion was not ready for me. Misty smirked at me and told me to go to the stables and wait for her. Sulking, I clopped into the stable while Misty trotted into the farmhouse.

This was my first time in the stable since my merging. I sniffed the air, breathing in the familiar scent of horses and straw, of what was for part of me the smells of home. I sighed and felt my mood brightening. I stretched out my hand and ran it along the wood of the stalls, making my way to the stall that Chalice had lived in, that Allison had spent the night with her in. I thought warmly of my past selves. You did it, I thought stroking my potentially pregnant abdomen, it was worth it. I looked around, this would be my stall now.

Misty clopped back to the barn moments later to find me standing happily in my stall. She had a big bag of oats, a container of salad, and parcel tucked under her arm. My stomach growled audibly to our sensitive horsey ears making Misty giggle. We made a makeshift table out of some plywood and saw horses and found two farrier's stools and ate our lunch. I was famished, unfamiliar with how hungry I would be in this body with its high metabolism and human constraints that stopped me from spending the day just grazing. I ate voraciously. Misty ate with an appetite beyond even mine, attacking her food like a... Well, like a pregnant mare. She saw me watching and stuck out her tongue and whinnied. "We'll see how you eat when your with foal!" We laughed.

After we ate, Misty insisted that I should look nice for Charger's surprise, so she washed off my lather properly, cleaning and brushing my fur. Then she sat in a stool and scrubbed my hooves clean of mud and to a bright shine. Misty then set about fixing my mane and tail, brushing both thoroughly (which felt very nice) before weaving them into braids. Misty wove royal blue ribbon into the braids on my tail and mane leaving me looking like I was going to be shown at the fair. I smiled a horsey smile in appreciation. Then Misty wound a length of matching blue cloth round my fetlocks and base of my tail adding to the best-in-show look. To cap it off she opened a bottle of rose water perfume and Bentley scented me, making me feel even prettier. Satisfied Misty stepped back smiling.

Misty than trotted back to her parcel and opened it, revealing black lacy underwear and a dress. I blushed, realizing that the underwear was risky lingerie, the kind of races undergarments Allison had always dreamed of owning but had never needed. Misty helped me pull on sheer black silk stockings, specially made to accommodate my hooves and tuck into the bindings on my fetlocks. These stockings hooked into a black garter belt that went around my waist. The package also contained a matching black lace bra and panties, but Misty chewed on her finger and decided that they wouldn't be needed. She then pulled out a shoulderless royal blue sheath dress with a tight pencil skirt form the parcel. It took both of use working together to get the dress over my ample curves, but soon I was encased in form hugging blue fabric. Misty clapped and grinned and geared up a little. "Perfect."

Misty grabbed me by the hand and brought me to the full length mirror she had secreted in the stables sometime earlier, I suspect to admire her own body and masturbate. I gasped when I saw myself. My reflection was a powerful palomino horsemorph in a sexy, sexy dress. I smiled at how the Royal blue complimented my pale white fur and blonde hair. I turned slowly, admiring the way the tight dress hugged the swell of my large breasts and generated a daring cleft of cleavage. I glanced over my shoulder and whickered happily at how the dress emphasized the wide sell of my hips and flanks, and the tight skirt hinted at the strength of my thighs. I nodded with appreciation at Misty for how my braided main draped sleekly over a shoulder and for how my braided tail looked like an equestrian up-do. This look still captured the raw animal strength and majesty of my horsemorph body, but clothed it in sophistication making me look surprisingly grown up and womanly. I tried a sultry look at the mirror, and was pleasantly surprised to see that it worked.

Misty wrapped stepped up behind me and hugged me. "You look gorgeous, like my little girl is all grown up."

I looked back at Misty in the mirror and smiled my too thirst smile. "Thanks dad, I love you."

Misty looked like she might cry. "I love you too. Now don't leave your Stallion waiting." She spun me toward the stable door and smacked my rump. "Knock her dead tiger!"

***

I opened the door to the farmhouse nervously, my hooves clicking on the hardwood floor and my tight skirt constricting my steps. I didn't see anything right away, but I minced a few more clopping steps inside. And then I saw them on the floor, a trail of rose petals. I smirked at the cliche, but inside my heart was racing. As lightly as a horsemorph can, I clipped after the trail to the foot of the stairs to the second floor and saw the petals lead upward past a series of dancing candles. I took a breath to calm myself, smoothed my blue dress, and ascended the stairs.

At the top of the stairs the rose trail continued to what was my parent's bedroom, now Charger's domain. I reminded myself that deliberate motion is the essence of grace and took my time walking along the wall way, swinging my wide hips as I went. I wanted to make an entrance.

Charger appeared in the door wearing a beautiful mist-grey knit dress, high chested and clingy under a well cut black blazer with white leather accessories. Her black mane and tail hung loose and artfully sloppy over her head and behind her and she wore dark red lipstick. I felt my breath catch at Charger's strong, yet still feminine beauty; at how well her masculine might could be hidden. I couldn't wait to uncover it. I panted and felt myself grew wet at the thought. Charger seemed equally affected by my own entrance, eyes showing a wonderful mix of lust and awe that made me very proud and an touching flash of maternal pride in seeing her little girl all grown up. I could also see the front of her dress begging to bulge as her stallion cock began to emerge from its sheath. I tried my new sultry look powers, and saw them score a direct hit. We shared hungry smiles.

I sashayed into Charger's strong arms and was swept off my hooves. Charger carried me across the threshold and into her domain, which given my considerable weight, was no small task. I smiled broadly and snuggled into my stallions arms, the bedroom was alight with dozens of candles and smelled wonderfully of vanilla and lavender and filled with the sound of ambient an ambient string quartet. I glanced around more, noticing the platter with chocolate strawberries and sweet carrots and sugar cubes and that the bed was stripped of it's normal flannel bedspread and was instead covered in beautiful silken sheets in black and red. I kissed Charger passionately on her mouth. She grinned at me, "I hope you like it, there would have been champagne too... But not for an expectant mother." I squirmed happily at the thought.

Charger stepped closer to the bed and tossed me onto it suddenly. I whooped happily and giggled when I landed on it. With a playful growl Charger crawled after me and kissed me passionately on the mouth. I filled my hands with her mane and held her face to mine, chewing on her lip and sliding my hand up under her jacket to feel the contours of her muscular back. Charger reached up and slid her blazer off, tossing it to the floor before returning to my mouth and pawing at my breasts. I reached up and hefted her breasts as well, pulling down the neckline of her dress so they swung free. Charger pushed herself against me, letting me feel the urgent hardness of her growing horse erection and pressing her tits against my face. I whinnied happily and began to lick and kiss and tease her nipples, causing Charger to moan in response. I reached down and stroked her hardness through the fabric of her dress, causing Charger to snort and fumble with my dress. I gently pushed her off and climbed to my hooves, turned and asked Charger to unzip my dress. She did so urgently and I slipped it over my shoulders and breasts, wiggled it past my hips and tail, and kicked it off my legs leaving me standing there naked except for my stockings and garter. Charger stared at me, nose flaring with breath, dress tented by her huge cock. I reached up and back and teased out my braided mane and tail, letting my hair fall gnarled and free, still festooned with ribbon. Charger tried to stand, but I pushed her back onto the bed, sitting on the edge.

I took a deep breath, aware of how it made my breasts swell on my chest and pleased that Charger noticed. We could both smell my arousal in the air. I stepped closer to Charger and knelt in front of her. I hitched up her skirt, letting her naked, erect cook bob free. I licked my lips. Allison had never sucked a cock in her life, and so neither had I, but I wanted to. I took another deep breath and leaned forward and ran my tongue up the hot length of Charger's penis. She snorted. I did it again and earned a moan. Her cock was so big, and while my mouth was bigger now that I had a muzzle, I wasn't sure how much of it I could fit in my mouth. But knowing there was no way to find out unless I tired, I licked Charger's cock once more and then wrapped my lips around it's head. Charger shifted on the bed, panting. I released my throat and tried to take up as much as I could, which was only six inches or so. My stallion was so big! I bobbed my head and Charger whickered and groaned happily, but I was unsatisfied with how much of her penis I could tease and satisfy. I raised my hands to her shaft and balls, using my hands to help span the distance. I began to pump my hands and suck, bobbing my head. Charger ground her ass into the bed and moaned, starting to pant. I kept at it with gusto until Charger placed her hands on my shoulders to make me stop and raised my face to make eye contact. "Not yet," she whispered.

Charger pulled me to my hooves and pulled me onto the bed before she stood and stripped off her own dress. I smiled, looking at her muscular, curvy body with her large breasts, wide hips and flank, and the huge equine penis bobbing in front of her. In the candle light her black coat shone, and her white leather accessories; wide bracelets and a series of necklace loops, one of which dropped between her breasts and circled her hips like a decorative harness, contrasted beautifully. She tipped me onto my back and climbed on top of me, nuzzling my breasts before stroking my udder and licking my cunt. I gasped as she, with much less patience than misty, lapped at my vulva and cunt, making me wet and swollen and ready for her. I whinnied and gasped and pleaded with her to fill me. Charger snorted, and I spread my legs as wide as they would go as she placed her hands on my shoulders. She lowered her hips and pressed the wide, blunt head of her cock against my pussy. I mewled and shifted my hips. Slowly, so slowly, she pushed her cock inside of me, gradual inch by gradual inch. I writhed under her strong body, lavishing in the sensation. When she bottomed out, I felt like I had the whole world inside me, stretching me wonderfully. Charger, panting, smiled and slowly, so slowly drew her cock back out of me. She did this over and over again, reducing me to a moaning, begging mess before she started to thrust a little faster. I whinnied and started to buck against her, urgent to be fucked. She snorted at the sensation and whickered with discipline. Charger slowly built the pace, fucking me faster and harder like. I slow desperately wanted. I gripped her back and wrapped my legs around her. She growled and began to thrust into me with all of her strength, pushing me into the mattress and making me moan loudly and yelp in pleasure. She went faster and faster and faster until I felt my self swell and break and gasp, bucking and screaming in orgasm. Charger let herself lose control then, whinnying and pushing me down and fucking me wildly, pumping me until with her own exultant scream she thrashed against me one last time and erupted inside of me, pumping me full of her seed and flooding my womb. I gasped and bucked again in orgasm, in bliss from the sensation. Charger collapsed on top of me.

We lay there snuggling, while Charger's cock shrank out of me retreating into her sheath. I felt some of her semen leak out of me and coat my thighs and I smiled. I could lay like this forever.

Eventually charger rolled off of me and grabbed the platter of treats, feeding me a strawberry and sugar cube. I smiled. "Thank you." I said, meaning the entire thing.

Charger grinned back. "I bet this was more what you were thinking than just fucking in the hospital."

I shook my head. 'Maybe, but I needed you so bad then. I wanted you right away."

Charger snorted in mirth and stroked my tangled mane. 'I could smell.'

'But you're right," I babbled, "this is a lot more like what Allison was picturing. It was a lovely surprise."

Charger smiled. 'This is what I wanted when I was still a girl too, and I thought after Allison became you that it was the least I could do."

"What was your... I mean Jane's first time like?"

Charger laughed and looked wistful. "Rushed and in the flatbed for a pickup truck with one of my father's farmhands. This is much better."

I placed my head on my stallions strong and soft chest. "I love you."

"I love you too."

I pushed myself up partially. "You should prove it." I rolled onto my hands and knees and raised my hindquarters in the air, flipping up my tail and presenting my cum streaked pussy. "I hear boys need time to rest, but I figure a mighty stallion like you is ready now," I teased. 'So now that you've fucked me like a woman, come fuck me like a horse."

Charger gasped and rolled onto her knees, her stallion cock growing out of its sheath.

***

I awoke late in the morning and swept the wild tangle of mane and ribbon our of my face. My pussy ached wonderfully from a long night of lovemaking. I could feel Charger pressed against my back, her strong arms circling me and her horse cock erect and pressing urgently into the small of my back. I warmed and thought that I should do something about it. My first instinct was to attempt a blowjob, but decided that would be a waste of my stallions. Precious seed. So instead, grinning mischievously I reached down and caressed my cunt until I was panting and wet. I Bentley pushed Charger onto her back and slowly straddled her hips. Carefully and gradually, I lowered myself onto the stallions penis, causing Charger to groan in her sleep but not instantly awake. I rolled my hips, fucking my sleepy stallion, cupping my tits with my hands and playing with my wild mane. Charger snorted and her eyes fluttered open in pleasure and surprise, I hope seeing an angelic vision of a white horsemorph riding her. She whinnied in arousal and joy and started to sit forward. I leaned forward and buried her face in my tits and started to buck against her in earnest. It wasn't long until I arched my back and whinnied in orgasm and Charger tensed below me and filled me with her seed.

I collapsed against her and we drifted back to sleep, me warmly counting the many times I'd been filled with semen in the last day and the likelihood I was impregnated.

When I awoke next it was to a shock of bright sunlight and the smell of bacon. Misty was standing in the room smiling at us, brandishing a large breakfast at each of us. "Wakey, wakey love birds." Charger groaned and threw a pillow at her and I thrilled to be inside this domestic moment. Gratefully charger and I accepted our morning meal and wolfed it down, both ravenous from exertion. Misty waited patiently and announced that she wanted us to have a family picnic and that everything was ready and that Charger and I should clean ourselves off and join her.

Charger, smirking pulled me into the en suite shower with her, where we cleaned each other, and I finally attempted and succeeded at sucking my stallions cock. We shared a mischievous smile, cleaned me off again, dried ourselves and joined an impatient Misty downstairs.

Misty had packed their picnic into three strange bags. Superficially the bag portion of each resembled scaled down saddlebags made out of saddle leather. Each pair of bags was attached to a harness comprised of a belt and shoulder straps. The shoulder yoke of the bags had extra buckles, presumably for the addition of a matching backpack if desired. Misty picked up her set, slipping the saddlebags on and letting them rest on her hips and smiling encouragingly. Her saddlebags were made of scuffed, cognac leather with brass metal work, humble and plain like the farmer and horse she was made out of. She handed Charger her saddlebags, made of sleek roan red leather with polished steel fittings, a design that captured the modern sensibilities of the woman and the rugged strength of the stallion and contrasting nicely with her fur. Finally she handed me my set, made of shiny black leather studded and worked with brilliant silver metal and tooled with beautiful designs. I whickered happily and despite out evolved relationship, thanked my daddy.

Loaded up we raced off into the fields, trotting happily in a line along the paths until we reached the rear of the lot, shaded by a stand of tall oaks. Misty declared it the perfect spot and we slipped off our tack. Charger and I set about pulling out the picnic blanket and food, but Misty pulled me into her arms and kissed me. "Nah-uh," she chided, "you owe me some reciprocation before you get lunch."

I mock pouted, "but I'm hungry!" I whined playfully.

She stepped back and spread her arms dramatically. "So eat!"

I laughed and tackled her to the ground, both of us giggling and kissing and wrestling. Charger stood up straight, watching intently and starting to pace. I pinned Misty on her back, laying bodily on her, pressing our tits together. She laughed and I kissed her. I crawled down her body, kneeling between her spread thighs and looking at her glistening mate cunt. I took a deep breath, pressed my about to it, and gave it a tentative lick. Misty groaned encouragingly and Charger snorted.

Thanks to my lesson from Misty I had some idea of what I was doing. I moved my tongue up and down, licking along the gap of Misty's cunt, sometimes swerving off to lap at her individual labia. She ground her ass on the ground and panted. As I felt her clit swell and emerge from her cunt with my tongue I began to lap at it. Misty mewled, and recalling how nice it felt for me, I slid one of my wide digits into Misty's snatch and tried to find her g-spot. Misty whinnied in pleasure and Charge pawed the ground, panting. I found my rhythm, and despite my inelegant technique Misty bucked and cried out as she came. I laughed and put my mouth back against her hoping to get her off again.

And then I heard Charger stomp behind me and drape herself over my kneeling form. I heard her panting heavily in my ear, felt her breasts weigh heavily on my back, and felt her penis press against my moist cunt. My tail flicked out of the way and with equine strength, Charger drove her cock into me. I gasped and flopped onto Misty, face smashing into her breast, chest pressed to her stomach and lap. I tried to hold myself up on my hands, but charger thrusters again and again, dragging me against Misty. Misty propped herself up on her elbows, mane in her eyes, and watched, one hand slithering to her own cunt to stroke herself. Charger kept slamming into me harder and harder, her balls slapping my groin and udder, growling and panting. I whinnied in pleasure and a little pain, feeling myself stretch and batter, glowing with pleasure until I bucked as much as I could, sandwiched between two horsemorphs and howled in ecstasy as I came. Charger, with one more great thrust, ejaculated flooding me again with her semen. Misty enjoying the show whooped and came from her own attention.

We lay like that for a while, Charger covering me and still lodged inside my pussy, me sandwiched between my lovers, and Misty laying pleased and crushed below us. She laughed happily "Welcome to the herd Chalice!"

***

I had been a horsemorph for two weeks when I decided I was probably pregnant. I had spent those weeks growing accustomed to my new existence, my role in the farm and my relationship with my stallion and fellow brood mare. And having sex, so much sex, often with Charger, frequently with Misty, and occasionally with them both. But because I we were trying to impregnate me, at least twice a day Charger would cover me. I ached wonderfully and life was good. I had also, I think, missed my period.

This was at best a guess, though. We were pretty sure that horsemorphs had fertility cycles more like human females than horses. That we were always horny and didn't go through times of being openly in heat and that we would ovulate and menstruated about once a month. This was what Misty had experienced before Allison's mother merged with Charger and impregnated her. The confusion was that Allison's father hadn't had feminine cycles before merging with Misty, so it was impossible to tell if the merging process disturbed the schedule or where I was in my own cycle. Assuming that it carried on unaltered though, I was several days late.

And I really should be pregnant. I had lost track how many times Charger had ejaculated inside of me, how many gallons of her semen that had been deposited in my womb. If I was at all fertile, than I must be pregnant be now. For what it was worth both Misty and Charger insisted that I smelled pregnant. I wanted it so much that I didn't trust my own nose. But really, for horses, there was really one definitive test.

And so my other owner, Brian, was here with his sleeves rolled up wearing a shoulder length plastic glove. I stood in the barn, bent over with my legs spread, holding Charger's hand while Misty stood beside me, visibly pregnant now, and rubbed my back. Brian rubbed lube on the glove, and since I was so nervous and tense, I was grateful for the choice. He stepped up behind me and I lifted my tail out of the way as he inserted his hand into my vagina. I gasped with discomfort and arousal. He pushed further into me until I felt his fingers brush my cervix. He told me to relax and then gently but firmly prodded my cervix, working methodically across it. He nodded in satisfaction and withdrew his arm. "Congratulations! Your cervix is plugged, you're pregnant!"

Misty squealed and hugged me and we both started to cry in joy. Charger wrapped her strong arms around us both and crushed us to her breast. I was too happy to speak. For a while we stood there a happy herd.

The Charger released us and shook Brian's hand. Brian then gave me a brief hug of support and told me I was Avery good mate. And then Misty grappled Brian with a hug because when she was emotional Misty would hug anything in range.

I did it it. I am Chalice the brood mare.

***

After I received the good news I retreated to Allison's old bedroom. I hadn't been in there since the merging, opting to sleep in my stall or in Charger's bed instead. Looking at it now, I saw that I no longer needed the room and had to deal with it for closure.

I was pregnant! Me! I was a glorious thoroughbred brood mare. I was everything I wanted to be. Everything I could want to be. I stroked my still flat stomach and smiled dreamily. I was Chalice.

And so there was no point holding on to Allison. So I started to sort through her, and by extension, my belongings. I separated my stuff into garbage, things worth donating to charity, and keepsakes. I cherished my time as Allison and wanted to keep some mementos, but the rest could go.

As I reached the back of the closet, I found it, the magic remote. I picked it up and starred at it, the miraculous reality warping machine that made me, that made merging possible. The possibilities it presented were endless. I could multiply my pregnancy, or speed it along. I could switch places with Charger and make myself the herd's stallion. I could remake reality, build the world in my image. I could undo everything, become Allison and Chalice again, fix Allison's parents, keep all of this a fun memory.

But I didn't want that. I wasn't Allison, I was me, and I couldn't undo the merge without destroying myself and the new life growing inside me. It was unacceptable. And I liked being a pregnant brood mare, I didn't want to be a stallion or anything else and I didn't want to steal the experience of being pregnant from myself either. I wanted merging clinics to exist so that others would transform, maybe some of my adult foals, but I wanted it to be someone's choice and not something I did magically by fiat. The remote didn't hold any real temptation for me.

What should I do with it then? I could use it in little ways, add a merging clinic at the farm or help recruit new members. I could give it to charity so someone else could discover the remote and improve their lives. Or maybe I should just destroy it and remove the temptation.

Ultimately I knew what I had to do: I had to destroy the remote. Even small uses like merging Allison's father with Misty the horse had unexpected consequences, as I was evidence of. I couldn't risk changing reality and I couldn't risk the remote existing in the world and someone else impulsively destroying my world. It was the only way to protect myself, my herd, and my offspring.

I tossed the remote to the floor and thought about it one last time.

But I was Chalice the pregnant brood mare. So I brought my hoof down and smashed the remote, over and over and over until it was a pile plastic and metal rubble.

I swept it into a pile and added it to the garbage I no longer needed.

I stroked my stomach again.

I was Chalice now and forever.