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Stable-ized (vignette)
🕑 Added 2024-02-29 17:00:06 +0000 UTC*** Rough draft of a WIP. Still working on an ending, but I got this idea in my head and it wouldn't leave. ***
“OooOOOoohHHhh yyYyYYeeEEssSS…” Adam howled, his ecstatic cries ringing around the room. His boy-next-door face was a twisted mask of ecstasy, its normal, charming composure lost against the onslaught of bliss brought to him by Finn’s pumping hips. “Oh god…oh god…yes…yess…fuck yes…oh fuck…oh fuck…ohhhhHHH…” The wiry brunette stopped short, abruptly cutting himself off mid-bellow.
The mountain of dark-haired muscle behind him slowed his thrusting. “Everything okay,” Finn asked. When Adam bit his lip and furrowed his brow, the bigger man stopped altogether. “What is it? Do you want me to stop?”
“NO! Goddddd no,” Adam whimpered, his whole body going crimson. “That cock feels so fuckin’ good inside me right now…you gotta give it to me…har…harder…” he sputtered, a pained look on his face. “Fuck! Do you hear what I’m saying right now? How loud I am?”
Finn’s smile was sympathetic as he rubbed Adam’s back. “I love the way you sound.”
“Dude! It’s not funny,” the brunette pouted, his expression falling as he stomped his front set of legs in frustration. “I can’t help how much I love getting pounded by that massive cock.”
“I know you can’t, bud,” Finn sighed, giving a quick pop of his hips to thrust his rigid log in deep. “But does it really feel like I’m joking? I mean it…I love how wild you get.”
Adam whimpered and pressed harder against the other man’s lap with his back legs, wiggling the hips that Finn clung to. At first, he didn’t think he’d ever get used to the way his warped body moved. Queen Seductra’s magic had elongated his torso by a few feet, only to then bend and twist it as a second set of legs sprouted from the middle of the lengthened midsection. The end result was that Adam still stood the same height, only now he did so in a centaur-like configuration. This left his ample cheeks and eager hole presented for the world to see, while his out of reach package swayed like a pendulum between his original legs. “Too wild,” Adam sighed. “What am I even turning into? Even when I can still think straight I can’t stop talking about how much I love your cock…and if I don’t get fucked enough my head gets all fuzzy. And you’ve seen some of the other guys here! They can barely put a sentence together no matter what anymore! Is that gonna happen to me? I don’t…I don’t…fuuuuuuuuck,” he groaned, losing his train of thought when he wriggled onto a sweet spot.
“I don’t know, but we’ll figure it out either way, okay? I already told you I’m not going to just abandon you out here. I mean, fuck, dude…it could’ve easily been me in your shoes. It still could,” Finn said, giving Adam’s hefty cheeks a squeeze. The plump mounds were a big part of what landed the four-legged brunette in his current predicament, as they’d always loomed large and eye-catching against the rest of his tight, toned frame. Adam’s handsome face, with its charming smile, soft lips, chiseled cheekbones, and bright eyes had sealed the rest of his fate, making him a prime candidate for Seductra’s “stables.” The malevolent matriarch had cast her spell to specifically zero in on those men who were desired most by others, and while it didn’t catch every crush-worthy pretty-boy in its net, her stables were full with more of them popping up all the time. A new wave of the spell would go out at random intervals, so none of the potential hunks would know when their world might get turned upside down, only that it could happen at any moment. Adam had been at work when it happened, sitting at his desk one moment only to find himself transported in a flash of light the next. He’d apparated in his “pen”, with it all happening so fast that he’d barely had time to process his lack of clothes or where he was before his body started changing. One minute he’d been a toned, handsome charmer, and the next he was naked, achingly horny, and in possession of too many legs. Adam had known right away what happened, everyone knew how precarious their lives were under Queen Seductra’s rule, but that didn’t make things any easier. He would have been out of his mind with panic if not for the perpetually calm-inducing effects of the spell, but the alternative wasn’t much better. Without the flood of fear, he was able to fully recognize what he’d become and the drastically altered direction his future had just taken, a fate that was confirmed when the stable hand had arrived a few moments later.
Adam had always thought of himself as firmly straight, but, as expected from one of the “mounts”, he was hit with an overwhelming wave of lust as soon as he saw the older, heavyset man. The reaction was instantaneous, with his exposed, out-of-reach cock going rock hard and aching the moment the man entered. Adam had been mortified at his exposure, especially in his warped new body, but that didn’t stop him from begging for the man’s cock after only a few minutes. For his part, the stable hand, Donald, had been wonderfully patient. Instead of taking advantage of Adam’s addled state, he’d made small talk and introduced himself as if they were at a doctor’s office, completely ignoring the brunette’s embarrassed begging. It didn’t take long for him to show the younger man around the exposed room that had become his new home, but he treated it with as much respect and dignity as he could. Donald pointed out the large, round mattress that was Adam’s new bed in one corner, and then he’d focused on the priorities, showing the stunned stud how to use his new toilet and cleaning apparatus. There was no shower, but Donald explained that it was the stable hand’s job to bathe each of the mounts, so he didn’t need to worry about one.
Adam couldn’t believe what he’d heard. Like most people, he’d been to a stable before and had seen how the men lived. They were like a twisted apartment building, a connected series of small bedrooms fashioned after the pens found on an actual farm. As for the men themselves, mounts were treated not quite like animals, but not quite like people either. Adam knew that there would be no clothes or privacy, just like in a traditional barn, but “knowing” and “accepting as his future” were two different things. There were no doors since the spell made sure that none of the mounts left their pen without a stable hand, and the walls between pens were only half-height, so every time Adam went to the bathroom or slept or fucked or got a bath, he’d be doing so in full view of anyone who was around. And considering the number of other mounts, as well as their visitors and stable hands, it was no small crowd.
Though he’d hated it at the time, Adam now appreciated the way Donald had ripped the bandaid off. After getting him acquainted with his compact pen, he’d walked the brunette out into the shared central space, both to show him around and force him to start adjusting to the way his warped body moved. Queen Seductra’s spell ensured that they retained the bulk of their coordination, but it still took a few days for most of the mounts to find their new footing, as was quickly evidenced by Adam’s fumbling steps. The humiliated brunette had wanted to be horrified as he felt the air wafting against his plump cheeks and exposed hole, and at the way his dangling, rigid cock and churning balls wagged and swayed on full display with each awkward footfall. Instead, he’d been instantly captivated by his new companions. Around him were men of all ages, shapes and size, and while many were mid-twenties hunks like himself, he saw plenty who appeared to be nearly twice that age. There were lean, toned pretty-boys like himself, chiseled jocks with the faces of models, but also beefy, brawny bruisers and heavyset hulks. Just like in the unaltered, outside world, some of the mounts were short and compact while others were long and lanky, and there was an equally broad spectrum of exposed equipment. Adam saw some men who were hung like their namesake shape, while others sported a more average endowment like himself, though he noticed that those men likewise tended to have thicker rears or exceptionally attractive faces.
Adam was also quickly overcome by the physical language that everyone, mounts, stable hands, or otherwise, now used to address him. Just like in a barn, touch seemed to be the preferred method, with his new peers and caretakers casually stroking his back, patting his plump cheeks, or reaching under to rub his belly. Most of the other mounts took the opportunity to also give his package a tug or a squeeze, and while Adam knew he should have been utterly humiliated, he actually found himself enjoying it. His reflex was to be mortified, but that’s not at all what he felt. Even then, he’d become aware of a rapidly growing sense of freedom, an awareness that, while he’d lost much in the way of social standing and privilege, he’d shed an equal amount of inhibition and expectation. There was an immediate sense of solidarity between himself and his fellow mounts, and even the stable hands all seemed genuinely friendly. No one knew why Queen Seductra had cast the spell and set up the stables in the first place. Given her views on men in general, gay or straight, most people just assumed she thought it was funny. Taking “desirable” hunks and twisting their beautiful bodies into that of rutting beasts with an insatiable hunger for other men certainly fit her brand, but, regardless of the motives involved, Adam had been at least slightly relieved to find it such a welcoming environment when it could have been so much worse.
Which isn’t to say that it was an easy transition. By the time Donald had shown him the exercise area and the baths and the outside grounds, Adam felt like he was going to burst. Whenever he opened his mouth, all he could do was grunt, whimper, or spit out a few words like “fuck” and “cock,” his desperate need overpowering everything else. When the older man finally complied and whipped out his thick, stout rod, Adam had been so overcome that he didn’t even care about his excessive howling and wailing. It was a sound he’d since grown accustomed to, a buzzing white noise of ever-present erotic ecstasy from one, or several, of the other mounts.
After that, the humiliating dominoes fell in rapid succession. There was the first time he’d gone to the bathroom in full view of everyone while his neighbor, Rich, leaned against their shared wall and cheerfully chatted away in his blunt, friendly manner. There was no question how the blonde beefcake had wound up as a mount since he was objectively stunning, with a perfect face and a body carved from marble, sporting an imposing log of a cock and a round, sturdy rear. Rich was a few years older than Adam and had been in the pens for several months, and he figuratively took the overwhelmed brunette under a well-muscled wing. The charming meathead was also the first of the mounts who’d literally taken him, bringing Adam a kind of bliss he’d never experienced before. Having Rich’s sculpted, powerful frame draped over his back while the blonde hammered into him was nothing like when Donald or one of the other stable hands merely clutched his hips and pounded away. With Rich, or any of the other mounts, Adam was wrapped in their arms, bearing their weight while they gave themselves over to the same frenzy as himself. All of the mounts were relatively versatile in their carnal activities, but, just like in the “normal” world, they each still had their preference. Adam wasn’t sure how to feel about his recently-discovered love of bottoming, but as a mount it ultimately didn’t matter. When one of the others would drape themselves against him in the central area or out in the yard, he was happy to let them have their way without a care for how many people were around or who might be watching.
However, Adam did care about the possible mental changes that came with the physical ones. Mounts who’d been in the pens for a while all seemed to share the same eager, simple manner of speech and limited vocabulary. They were plenty friendly and almost too quick to laugh, but none of them were conversationalists by any means. They didn’t seem dumb, exactly, just unfocused and easily distracted, preferring to let their altered bodies do the talking. For someone with a graduate degree and a silver tongue like Adam, it was a more worrisome outcome than his extra set of legs. He cringed whenever Rich’s, or any of the other mounts’, friends would come by, feeling vicarious embarrassment over the condescending way in which they were spoken to, and their apparent obliviousness of it. The visitors were sparse for most of them since the mounts’ main interest was in whether or not their former friends were there to fuck. Guests were more than welcome to, encouraged, even, but anyone who wanted to engage in such activities had to be comfortable doing so in full view, just like the mounts. Adam told himself he’d keep it together. If any of his friends saw his name published in the listings that were distributed after each wave, he’d been determined to keep things as normal as they could possibly be.
When his roommate Finn showed up after a few days, the flustered brunette only made it twenty minutes before asking the other man if he wanted to fuck him. They’d been friends for well over a decade and had lived together for years, all without Adam ever experiencing a single shred of attraction for the dark-haired bruiser, but none of that mattered. Like every other man he’d been around since arriving at the stable, just being near Finn was enough to push Adam over the edge. He was suddenly captivated by his friend’s rugged, bulldog features. He loved how thick and strong Finn’s arms were, not to mention how hairy, and every memory he’d ever had of the brawny meathead in any state of undress surged to the surface. Adam wanted it all - his friend’s furry slab of a chest and the burly muscle gut below, his sturdy thighs and meaty rear, and, most importantly, his wide, heaping club of a cock.
Finn had tried to politely decline, but he’d eventually caved in the face of his friend’s desperate, genuine need. To the burly jock’s credit, his friend’s discomfort had overpowered his own, and to the hairy hunks surprise, he actually enjoyed it. His attractions had always been less rigid than Adam’s, and there was something infectious about the raw, uninhibited environment of the stables. Finn had never thought of himself as an exhibitionist before, and he’d always been more self conscious about his hirsute frame and unrefined physique than his pretty-boy roommate, but none of that mattered in Adam’s pen. Combined with the concern he had for the welfare of his friend, it was enough to get Finn to quit his day job and take a much lower-paying position as a stable hand. It was a process that required almost as much of an adjustment as the one Adam had gone through since the stable hands were frequently just as exposed as the mounts, and were expected to provide the same kind of relief. This meant that, while he loved hammering into Adam’s plump bottom, Finn had to make his own hairy cheeks available to Rich, or any of the other mounts who wanted to be on top, and he had to do so without the luxury of a spell keeping the bulk of his anxiety and embarrassment at bay.
For his friend, it was an adjustment he’d gladly made. Finn was just as frustrated by the injustice of it all, by the cruelty of Queen Seductra’s whims, but there was nothing anyone could do to change things. Everyone seemed to have vague, dreamlike memories of a time when she wasn’t in charge, along with an instinct that somewhere out there was a group strong enough to stop her. Where that group was, or if they’d ever arrive, though, had yet to be determined. In the meantime, all anyone could do was try and adapt.
Finn gave Adam’s cheeks another squeeze, feeling himself nearing the edge. “How you doing, big guy? I’m about to pop back…”
“Finn! Adam!” The dark-haired hunk was interrupted by a blonde head popping up over their shared wall. “I was just taking a nap,” the blonde beamed, as if proud of himself for his accomplishment. “You woke me up but that’s okay…I like to watch you guys.”
“He…hey Rich,” Adam grunted, no longer feeling the reflexive stab of embarrassment at having an audience. He didn’t know how to feel about the loss, but at the moment he was more interested in the way the blonde hunk’s sleepy smile made his stomach flutter.
“Oh man, Finn’s givin’ it to you good, huh? I like watching ‘cause I never get to see your face when I do it. You’re so hot, man. Fuck. You both are. Finn’s got that fat, hairy cock and those big hands and I just…mmmnnhh…” the blonde shook his head and grunted. “Fuck…got me hard as a rock over here…can I fuck one of you when you’re done?”
“I’ve gotta take Adam outside for a run after this, but Donald’s around…so is Jake, I think,” Finn grunted, dangerously close to the edge. Like Adam, he wondered what Rich was like before, and what that version of the blonde beefcake would think of his current actions.
“Okay! I like your ass ‘cause it’s so hairy, but Donald’s is softer,” Rich nodded. “Hey! Can you give me some of that dick later?”
“If that’s…what you…want…” Finn hissed.
Rich’s pecs bounced as the blonde stud hopped up and down excitedly. “Awesome! Isn’t that awesome, Adam?”
“It’s…it’s great…” the brunette sputtered, the sight of the gorgeous, giddy stud pushing him towards the same edge a Finn.
“Hey! Can you come over here so I can kiss you?” Rich pursed his pouty lips and batted his eyes like a puppy, a combination the flustered brunette found irresistible. He knew it was ridiculous that kissing felt more awkward than taking the blonde’s massive cock, but Adam still blushed as he shuffled over and pressed his mouth against the other man’s. Unsurprisingly, Rich was just as capable with his mouth as he was with the rest of his body, and it didn’t take long to push the smaller man over the edge. Adam’s huffing grunt was swallowed by the blonde, whose smile was broader than ever when they came up for air. “Oh man! Did kissing me make you cum? That’s awesome! Finn! Did you see that?”
“Oh, I saw it,” the hairy hulk panted as he pulled his softening log out of Adam. “We both did.”
Rich’s eyes were serious as they locked with Adam’s. “You’re a good kisser too,” he insisted.
“Thanks, big guy,” Adam said, smiling despite himself. “We’ll find you later, okay?”
Rich’s pecs rippled in response to another excited hop. “Okay! Oh! There’s Donald! Donald!”
Adam watched the blonde scamper away before trotting back from the wall, keeping his voice low. “See? Am I going to end up like that?!”
“I mean…it doesn’t seem like Rich minds, does it,” Finn said, stuffing himself away and grabbing the nearby nozzle. He sprayed the floor to clean the remains of Adam’s release before checking the temperature against his hand. “Hold still…lemme clean you up before we go outside.”
With his head cleared from the recent romp, the blushing brunette had more room for embarrassment as he let Finn wash away the sticky waterfall trailing down the back of his thigh. His friend didn’t actually have to do it, but he appreciated that the burly man didn’t want him to go out in public with dried cum on him.
Comments
The Screaming Moist
Thanks for the heads up! Apparently google docs does that as well.
Gorbant
If you use Windows, AstroGrep makes it really easy to do fuzzy contents search of folders with tons of documents in them.
Gorbant
That makes sense. I like the twist in the #realitychange genre here where everyone sort of knows it is coming but just takes for granted that it happens to folks.
The Screaming Moist
Scratch that - found it.
The Screaming Moist
Not a bad idea! That never even occurred to me. I really like using her as a character and having the whole superhero thing happening in the background. The problem is that since I've written so many of these at this point, I couldn't remember the title of the second story I used her in (I also clearly don't keep my notes organized). I'm going to look it up before I finish this one, but if anyone remembers off the top of their head feel free to let me know!
The Screaming Moist
I actually thought about that! But I ended up liking the way their totally mundane handlers emphasize just how drastically different the altered guys are now.
Ruffcub
That was really hot and definitely a teaser for a more fully fleshed out story. I love how Seductra keeps popping up from time to time and introducing a bit of chaos into the world. It'd be hilarious if she sent a few hunky meatheads to the stables as p2v mares as well!
Gorbant
I'm surprised the stable hands aren't also "adjusted" a bit when they join so that they can better help out with everyone's needs.
RB
Ah OK ty.
The Screaming Moist
Good question! The way I pictured it was that he got zapped away clothed but reappeared without them.
RB
Was he teleported out of his clothes or were they destroyed in transit?
