Chapter 3 - Exercise and Socialization

I swung my head with enough force to send Carl down to the ground. I skittered and slid around the tiles as my bulk slammed into the outside hallway walls. My thoughts didn’t come together, every sensation was stronger except for pain. I continued to scream as I launched myself against the entrance door. The metal door buckled under my force, my hooves slammed into the door over and over. Something pressed into my backside, warm pleasant sensation against my enlarged asshole. My legs lashed out with a powerful kick, the recipient gave a grunt of displeasure but held firm. My only companion, Jennifer, had her lips locked to my rear. Her tongue moved around. 

 It was like a light was switched off in me, my fear drained away almost instantly. Jennifer pulled her head back, “Slow breaths, only through your mouth and close your eyes.” 

Orderlies were already all around me, Carl stepped in front of them and held up a hand. “Anthony, I want you to listen. The guards around me are legally allowed to tranquilize you now. If you somehow manage to get through the reinforced door. The guards outside will kill you to protect everyone else, I don’t wanna hurt you, Ant.” 

I turned to face the orderlies. The intense serenity to their expressions was the kind you’d only see on a veteran soldier. My eyes closed while I focused on breathing slowly through my mouth. It was a ragged, shuddering affair, tears rolling down my unfamiliar face with each new breath. I kept them clenched, it was the only thing helping me not scream, though biting my lip sent jolts of pleasure down to my cock.

The orderlies guided me down the hallway, I didn’t open my eyes. There was nothing here that I wanted to see. Carl kept a hand under my chin, ever step was words of encouragement. They wasted no time leading me much further away from my room. Without thinking, I risked a small breath in and out of my nose. The chemical scent of alcohol and various medical supplies assaulted my nose. 

My eyes snapped open to the sight of a squat Asian man with a syringe in his hand. The needle was big enough that I thought it was a prop. “Mr. Smith, I’m going to take a blood sample. After that, we can get you situated.”

I nodded dumbly, my mind was still reeling from how far my body progressed from last night. He moved closer and rubbed my lips with gloved hands. I’d like to say that my sucking on his finger was automatic, but it felt so good to suck. My attention was so focused on his fingers that he had enough time to get his blood and clean my chin. With professional indifference, he removed his hand and slipped off the glove. I waited in the spacious room while he ran the blood through a small machine.

“I thought dorses didn’t get sick, why do you need-” The machine gave an irritating buzz before I finished.

“One vial is for record-keeping, I’m sure you’ve seen dorses with strange colored hair, heart-shaped irises, even some have complete skin color changes.” He placed the second vial into a metal box that reminded me of a minifridge. "May distinctive features change with the transformation."

“Oh.” there wasn’t much else to say. 

“The other machine over here is to test to see if you are transformed enough to avoid the mental degradation effects of other infected. You are free to enter the general population, you will still have your week to choose your destination but biologically speaking. You are a newly formed Queen’s Stallion.”

“Why is it so fast? I was told I’d have a week!” I choked back a sob, “My hands are gone, my ass is just out for everyone to look at. I’m a fucking freak.”

The doctor stood up and moved so that he stood between me and the single-camera pointed to the room. “Certain genes take to the transformation faster than others. Some carriers take months, most take a week or so, some take hours.”

That was it. I’m a monster now. My heart danced in fear. Bile rose in my throat. My body felt weak from the stress and fear. “So what happens now?”

“I’m not legally allowed to give life advice but I could make a suggestion. You are going into the general population after you leave my office. When you are surrounded by others, just behave as if you are their leader. The lower generations love that.” The doctor opened a large set of doors that lead to a waiting room with another set of doors.

My limbs moved forward, the fused hands were surprisingly easy to move with. The moment the doctor closed the doors behind me, the doors in front of me opened to a sight I wasn’t expecting.

“Well shit.”

The sheer amount of dorse in the yard was staggering, if I was still a hunter I would have had a heart attack. There was no less than at least a hundred equine mutants in the enclosure, which was surrounded by an iron fence. Several water fountains operated with simple push pads. As the door opened most of the nearby dorses turned to regard me, rather than approach most of them sniffed in my general direction. The last time I was outside, I thought it was like a prison yard. This was more like an enormous prison shower with so much soap already dropped on the floor. 

Three steps in, so far none of them approached me. Some of them were already fucking each other. I could feel the wet squish the grass with each step. My breath  still went through my mouth, but the sexual energy was strong. Though my legs were weak,  I still managed to wander over to a fountain to drink. The water was cold enough to push my thoughts away from my situation, it had a flavor to it that I couldn’t press. 

“Hey.” A soft voice called out from my side.

My head turned, and I expected some horrible dorses with an erection to suddenly mount me. Bright red eyes and a head full of pink hair in thick braids greeted me instead. A small dorse looked up at me. She was so small that she could easily be missed if I wasn’t already getting a drink. My nostrils flared out as I took a quick sniff of her. Outside of the smell of soap and a bit of grass, she gave off a scent of strength, like a gym rat coated in cinnamon.

“Hey,” I said, feeling a little less nervous about a mutant so much smaller than me.

She took a deep breath as if she was about to give me an unpleasant statement. She sniffed me a few times, stepped forward then backward. “I’m just gonna go for it,” she growled at herself before she stepped around to my backside.

Her hooves pressed on each side of my rump before her head pressed against my asshole. My world flashed from the feeling, her lips made a perfect seal against my hole. Her tongue pushed into my asshole like a slimy snake. My moans were low and guttural as I stepped forward into the spray of water trying to get the mini-dorse off of me. After almost a minute she pulled her tongue out of my hole. I was wet, confused, and very uncomfortable, but I also felt a bit of emptiness. I whirled on her immediately.

“What was that,” I shouted.

She turned her gaze to the side. “I don’t know. Just felt like something I should do. If it makes you feel any better, I’m just as embarrassed as you.”

“Are you just transformed or something?” Not that I had much room to criticize. 

She nodded and turned around showing her small rump. Both of her ass cheeks had tattoos of butterflies on them. When I used to capture dorses, a tattoo was a good way to tell where the dorses were from. Her butterflies had the symbols of some sorority within the wings. I moved closer and looked at her hole.ven though it was large by human standards, it might as well be a keyhole by the standards of my new mutations. She had a tail with the same pink hair as on her head.

“You want me to fuck you,” I asked, a little unsure of myself. 

She looked over her shoulder and regarded me like I was being weird. “Could you kiss me first?”

This midget wanted me to put my lips around her asshole and push my tongue there. I slowly turned to the side and took in the other dorses. Any of them that weren’t fucking seemed to be watching what I do. They all kept distance from me as if someone told them to keep away. My attention flipped back to the tiny dorse and started to breathe through my nose. Apure sexual fury pressed down on my mind like a porn marathon while snorting coke off a hooker's tits. 

My fully converted body started to put things in place for me, this tiny mare like a servant to my senses. I opened my mouth to kiss one of her large cheeks, my nose was close to her asshole. The smells became clearer and more informative, and I processed the acidic scent of her nervousness. Most of the scents were shared between friends from what I could tell, the more rare smells were those on the lips.

“I’m just going to go for it,” I mimicked.

I moved in front of her and pressed my lips against her, my body trembled from the sparks of pleasure that fired in my mind. My lips rubbed against hers, she quivered as her red eyes searched mine. My body moved on its own accord. I pushed into her with each moment. Every step I took forward, she took a step backward. My tongue pushed out, tasting every bit her essence, she continued to move back through the crowd of dorses. She moaned weakly, but didn’t resist me. How could she? She was mine and everyone watched me.

“Oooh. I like this new girl.”

“Look at Angela. She found herself a stallion.”

“I hope he fucks her and then fucks me.”

Her ass was pressed against the iron fence before my lips separated from hers. I loomed over her and licked my lips. She looked up at me while licking her lips, the grass between us was stained with her seed. I expected to feel powerful, badass and dominating but those feelings didn’t rise to the top. A connection was made between us. I just met Angela yet on some weird internal level… I made a close friend.

Angela stood there as if she was restarting her brain. She stared into my eyes, she turned around to present her ass to me. There wasn’t a point in words I knew what she wanted. I moved behind her and pressed my lips to her asshole. My larger lips were tight around her donut, it was like braille to a blind man. She was a fresh transformation. From the smells she had made a few friends, but she didn’t carry more than two other scents on her. My tongue pushed deeper, I’d never rimmed a girl in my life before today but I don’t think anything should taste this sweet.

“Wha… Why does it taste like that,” I asked, after I pulled my tongue out.

Angela looked over her shoulder at me. “I know right? I’ve licked out plenty of guys when I was human and it was nothing like this.”

We shared a chuckle between each other, but our bodies removed any barrier to what we wanted. I could smell her need and desire for me. She could easily smell what effect she was having on me, and wagged her tail with a coy grin. The simple gesture brought me out of the moment. I had to make a choice here. This would be me going headfirst into the world of being a dorse. A simple-minded mutant with-

“It’s okay. I’m gonna be okay.” I whispered.

Angela swallowed nervously. “You are like twice my size. I should be panicking like I failed a midterm but I feel like I can trust you.”
“Probably monster intuition.” 

She looked down between my legs. I wondered how big I was, but the low whistle told me that it was at least visually impressive. She turned away from me while she slammed two of her spiked hooves into the dirt. Her rear legs spread giving me a wide view of her rump, her soft skin gleamed in the sunlight. She had a glorious ass with just the right combination of muscle and fat to drive me wild. Everything in my body told me to mount like I was nothing more than a savage stallion. 

Pushing the primal instinct down, I pressed my lips to her asshole again. My tongue danced across her tight ring of muscle. She shuddered in pleasure while her tail slapped against my face like an excited dog. My tongue was much longer, possibly almost a foot in length. I lowered my head to lick the bottom of her ball sack over her inviting pussy, to the top of her sweet tasting asshole. My efforts were rewarded with another splash of cum beneath her. Angela had a hair-trigger and I couldn’t help to tease her more with my tongue.

Every area my tongue touched on her ass made her produce more of her natural lubricant. A cloudy liquid that could easily be mistaken for sweat except it was sweet tasting and thick. By the time I was done, her pussy asshole resembled a glazed donut. Her breath came out slow and tattered she trembled against my tongue. 

“The new guy knows how to treat a girl.”

“If he keeps that up, I’m going to cum just watching.”

“‘Wan cawk.”

The chatter continued around me while I raised my hips to meet hers, my cock rested against her hole. I felt the of her ring of muscle against my current size, and for a brief moment I considered if she could even take me. My tip pushed against her asshole, her bodyr clinched in anticipation  tightly. She squealed while I brought my weight down on her. She was so small that my hooves almost touch the ground while on her back. 

“Gooo!”

“Wear her like a condom!”

“Wan’ cawk.” 

I bucked my hips a bit, the squish of her hole accepting my length was audible over the chatter. The tightness around my cock was like trying to slip on a cock ring. A low moan escaped my lips while she let out a shrill cry that sounded like pain. She slammed her hooves into the ground as the other dorses gave a cheer. 

“Fuck… You are deep. I-” Angela started

“Deep? He only got the head in, babe.” 

“Big caaawk.” 

“Little pink is a pony.”

The deeper I got the louder her squeals got. My cock was halfway inside of her body when I pressed against something that felt large. I pushed a bit harder and felt my cock roll over what I slowly realized was her prostate. All around me the nearby dorses kept chanting ‘pony’ at us like some silly celebration. It was more like I was playing a party game rather than fucking a tiny mare.
 
“Soo good… Sooo fucking good.” She shouted, “Don’t stop.” 

Something clicked in my sex addled brain. I wasn’t even fucking her yet. So far everything with this mutation had been showing me how tough my mutated body was. My lips gripped her neck in a forceful love bite, there was no reason for me to hold back. I slammed my hips the rest of the way. Her small frame was pressed against the bars every time my cock bottomed out inside of her. Instead of trying to fight me or even complain, she pressed back against me. 

My first orgasm hit me so unexpectedly that I almost stopped pumping. I learned that in my fully transformed state, the first orgasm didn’t take any time to recover from. My balls slapped against hers even as my orgasm hit me harder. My body felt lighter as if I took a hit of some incredible drugs that kept me going. Angela simply drooled and shouted out incoherent words. 

We continued like that till my fourth orgasm. This one was nearly as powerful as the first. My balls felt spent as I pulled out of her. Her asshole was gaping large enough to fit a basketball in, my cum dripped from her body in a thick river of off white. It looked like she fucked a telephone pole instead of anything normal. My body felt exhausted as I turned away from the scene. 

The other dorses, that weren’t busy fucking, approached me with smiles. Before I could get a word in, I got a few surprise kisses to my backside. I had to force myself not to kick them on pure reflex. After that, I managed to get further to the other end of the yard, where there were many large gazebos in the back, that were mostly used as sleeping areas from what I could tell. I stepped under one and rested on the used mattresses that covered the floor. 
I settled down on the comfortable mattress, a familiar pink haired form came charging across the field in my direction. Angela stopped just short of getting under the gazebo and looked at me curiously.

“So?” She asked.

“So?” I repeated.

“Can I get a turn?” Angela asked before climbing into the gazebo.

I gave her a long look. “A turn doing what?” 

“Fucking you. I’m not going to shit right for a week. Well, if I could shit anyway. I’ve been eating here for five days and haven’t so much as farted.” Angela looked at me hopefully.

“Clean me and I’ll think about it,” I said looking down at my cum stained cock. “So did it hurt?”

“A little bit, but not a bad way. I could barely think once you started pumping away. I came so much over there I think I left a fucking puddle.” Angela placed her head over my cock and in a single motion, sucked every bit of semen from it. I forgot how powerful dorses could suck.

My attention turned to the iron bars. I could see that the hospital wasn’t that far from the city. I recognized a few billboards and the highway. “So why did they call you a pony?” 

“It’s what they call anyone who hasn’t gotten fucked before. I’ve sucked a few off and a few sucked me off. None of them just felt right for getting pounded by.” Angela poked my belly with one of her dull spiked hooves.

“Did I smell that right,” I asked.

She nodded dumbly. “They told me this would happen, that I might find it hard to be around most of the other people.” She folded her legs under herself and rested her chin on my side.

“So you are sixth-generation? I heard they have tails and spikes.” 

She nodded. “My mother was a dorse. She gave birth to me and I got picked up by an orphanage. I had such a high risk of infection that I had to go to a special school. I made it to college before I managed to get infected. Don’t even know what got me.”
Her cinnamon scent became stronger as I  focused on her and her overall body. She was tiny for a dorse, but where most of us were shapely and soft, Angela was built like a brick house. We were far enough away from the others that I felt a little more comfortable talking.

“Does what you smell make you feel weird about me? Like weird thoughts?” Even as I asked the question, it came off stupid and confusing. 

“You smell kinda like vanilla. Most of the smarter people do. They tell me that I smell like cinnamon, or ‘spicy’.” She sighed. “You know what sucks about being short? If I want to fuck anyone they have to lay down for me to reach them. Yet my asshole is just perfect ‘fuck me’ height. How am I supposed to be dangerous like this?”

“Dangerous? I didn’t think I’d meet a dorse that was supposed to be dangerous. You planning on assaulting humans,” I asked.
She grinned widely. “Even better since if pass all my self-control tests, I have the opportunity of getting stationed at a prison.”
“Yeah. A few prisons have been converted into dairies. Instead of the death penalty, those prisoners are given a large amount of dorse cum and mares like me keep them in line. They are stupid, docile, and horny. Oh don’t worry, these are extreme criminals. We are talking some Breaking Bad Gustavo shit.” She laughed that seemed more predatory than kind. I can see why generation six scared the shit outta people.

A yawn escaped my lips, even smack of my lips closing sent a shiver down my spine. I could feel a drop of pre dripping out of my cock. My body was mildly horny and my brain drifted to thoughts of ravaging Angela again. I still wanted to test a few things with my current body. I got up and began walking back toward the crowd. Angela followed me closely.

“Hey. Ange. Did taking it up the ass hurt?”

She walked in front of me giving me a clear look at her still stretched asshole. “Yeah but it hurt less than I enjoyed it. I can still feel your load inside of me and well... It’s weird but I feel like-”

“Like you made a friend,” I asked, echoing my feelings.

She shook her head as we stepped around two dorses sucking on bright red rubber balls. “I felt like I want to keep you safe from something that I don’t even know what it is. I feel the same way about the others. Doctors said my mutation would make me more aggressive but I feel more friendly. I’ve been told that being around a fifth-generation would help me develop, that I could just smell you guys out.”

While she talked, a few orderlies brought out large plastic bins filled with bread and mixed fruit. Some of them picked up a few fruits and started offering them to the various dorses. The effect was almost surreal, most of the dorses wouldn’t take the food but their attention would immediately turn to another dorse waiting for permission. My work experience told me that the orderlies were checking to see who were the leaders in each herd. It wasn’t till they got closer that I noticed some stallions and mares looked my way. I would nod slightly then they would eat happily. The few that were cheering me on with Angela were the same ones that now deferred to me to even eat.

The orderlies quickly rounded me and every other leader up, there was only four of us. I was the smallest of the group of the fifth generation, standing so close to them I got their scent. One was a dark-skinned female with violet hair and bright red lips, she smelled of pineapples. The next one was a brunette with green eyes and green lips, she had a slight smell of toasted marshmallows. The final one and the biggest of our little group was a black hair male with dark blue eyes and black lips, he smelled of mint and looked like a gothic dorse. 

“Well well well. I’m not going to beat around the bush because it is hotter than balls out here.” He waved a hand over at the other dorse. “Most these guys are fourth-generation and you are all fifth. I’m going to ask for your help. These guys will listen to me, but only so much, and I need to get them prepped for their future farm or pet life.” The orderly barked out.

He stepped around us and continued to speak while all the other dorses watched us from several yards away. “Everyone here is afraid, lonely, horny, and confused. We can’t fix all of it but what we can do is make it better for them. We keep a file and a performance review on every single mare and stallion, their performance determines their freedoms and what farms will take them. This includes fifth generations like yourself.”

The gothic dorse held up a hoof as if he was in class. “Excuse me?” 

“Yes, Travis,” the orderly said.

The equine stepped closer to the orderly until he loomed over him. “Your uniform has a hole in it, I can smell you a bit.”
None of us even noticed the scent until Travis said something. The orderly checked his suit and noticed a small tear beneath his armpit. Travis stepped back till he was side by side with me, he gave me a look just long enough to wink. The order recovered his bearing just as quickly. 

“That is exactly what I am looking for. You are all forming herds even if it just by smell or sexual attraction. These herd will do as well as you teach them, I don’t expect you to all become leaders overnight. Small steps. For now, I just expect you to be social with your herd and your fellow leaders. My name is Nathan, I am a dorse farmer and by the end of the week some of you may end up in my care.” 

I raised a hoof. “How much power do you think we have over the other mutants?” 

Travis immediately shot me a look that could peel paint. “Mutant is a strong word. You sound like a dorse catcher.” 

Nathan grinned. “Anthony. Why not try calling your herd? Just a strong yell like you’d call a faraway friend.”

Now I was on the spot. I walked a bit away from them to face the crowd. “Hey get over here!” 

For a moment the other dorses looked around in confusion. A fair-skinned dorse with freckles on her face pushed her way through the crowd, followed by Angela, then several others approached me with their heads held high. I recognized them by their smells. These were the ones licking at my ass shortly after I fucked Angela. They marked me and I didn’t even notice. It was a bit creepy, but they didn’t seem to like a bad group. The freckled one moved behind me. Her lips gave me another kiss, and the rest follow suit. What the fuck was going on here? 

Nathan explained, “The more time they spend with you, the more malleable they will be. Today's task is simply to get to know your group and figure out how being a dorse works. The field back here is to simulate farm life, from the way we feed you, to the way that you will be treated. For the remainder of your time here you’ll be considered leaders, even if you don’t want to be. Get to know your herd and each other. Farms often recruit by the herd.”

While Nathan’s orderlies finished putting out the food, one of them managed to snap a blue fuzzy collar around my neck. A metal number four pressed against my skin, it was cool to the touch. I noticed that each of the bins had large numbers painted on them. So that explained the collars. Once the collars were on our necks the orderlies left just as quickly as they entered.
“Well ain’t that some shit,” the dark-skin dorse said and turned to his bucket. 

The groups slowly broke up into their smaller factions, the lion’s share of dorses were under Travis with nearly fifty dorses fawning over him. I expected to feel a bit jealous but I felt more relieved at the idea I didn’t have to look out for so many others. My mind was barely adjusting to walking on all fours. I moved over to the bins with twelve other dorses following me like excited puppies. My attention was on the fruit, my stomach growled at the scent of pineapples. I leaned my head and flicked my tongue around a pineapple ring. 

“Sooo…” Angela said behind me.

“Yeah?” I mumbled around the sweet-tasting pineapple. Even food tasted sharper in this form.
Angela stepped forward and peeked in the bin. “Care to share?”

I paused. These were all adult humans that had lives and jobs before they got here. They didn’t need me to tell them they could eat. “Do you need me to give you permission?”

The sheer force of nervous scents that assaulted my nose made me flinch. The freckled one in the back eye began to water, by her scent I could tell that she barely a fourth generation. She gave me a look that should have come with a sad piano track. I gave a low sigh. Even when I was a kid I hated group projects and hated leading them even more. I finished the pineapple in my mouth before speaking, swallowing food with my new body felt slower. 

“Okay. You can eat. When you are finished stack the buckets and leave them by the door.” 

They all relaxed one after another, the scent just lingering after image. Now that my first command was over I turned my attention over to the others. It seems like the others were having just as hard of a time being leaders as I was. Travis turned his gaze over to me and made a gesture for me to follow. He headed back toward the gazebos with a dorse I hadn’t noticed before. I followed along while looking at Travis’ companion, another sixth generation with spiked hooves, white hair, and light pink lips. Travis sat under the first Gazebo marked with a number one, the same number as his collar.

I joined him and didn’t notice that Angela was standing near me with an apple in her mouth. That gave me a feeling of security, knowing that sixth generations were aggressively protective would help me if things go south.

“Calm down,” Travis said, “I can smell your nervousness.”

My eyes lowered in embarrassment, there wasn’t a point in denying it. Travis was big enough that fighting him off would be completely one-sided. Travis minty scent gave off a certain calmness that I couldn’t put my finger- er hoof on. I joined him on the gazebo’s mattress, though I still kept my distance. He grinned down at me as if I was a pouting child. “I’m Travis Mitchell. Fifth-generation, former welder. I like long walks on the beach and a hard drink in the bar.”

“Uh. Anthony Smith. Fifth-generation. I was a dorse control officer.” The words left my mouth before Travis gave a soft laugh.
He thought about it for a moment. “Well that is some ironic luck, you can catch them forever now. Is that why you are so scared of me? You smell like you are going to piss your non-existent pants if I move any closer.”

“This isn’t grade school. Start shit if you want, but I have no problem making you earn that rape in blood.” My heart drummed in my chest, anger was slowly replacing fear.

Travis gave me a withering look. “I’m not going to rape you, even if I tried you’d love it. I came to give you some friendly advice because you have a companion similar to my own. Ivy, if you would?”

The white-haired dorse approached me with all the confidence of a hired goon. If this was a Bond movie she would be speaking Russian. She approached me and turned around giving me a face full of ass, which had beenfreshly stretched. I gave her backside a soft sniff and noticed that thick minty scent similar to Travis, while she had a ginger-like scent. She wagged her white tail while she sauntered around me, I felt her lips press against my backside. 

“It’s like Vanilla,” Ivy announced.

Travis nodded. “I think I’m starting to understand. Angela, would you smell me as well?”

A part of me expected her to immediately trot over to him to seek his approval. Instead, she looked at me for permission, I gave a slight nod. Well, as slight as a nod from a dorse could be. They preformed the same actions just as quickly. 

“Travis smells like mint gum.” 

“And you smell like fresh cinnamon.” Travis smiled and gave another sniff. “I think I understand something clearer now. Angela hasn’t been inside of you yet and Ivy hasn’t been inside of me. There are four sixth-generation in this yard, I don’t think that is by accident considering how rare they are. Ours both smell spicy and the other dorses seem to avoid them a bit the other two don’t smell like that…”

My gaze turned to the crowds of dorses that seem to be either fucking or eating, there were two that were smaller than the others following the other two leaders. I watched while Travis continued to ramble to himself. “…And that is why I think we should let the remaining sixth-generation fuck us. It’s the only way to be sure.”

Those words immediately caught my attention. Angela’s wide smile and eager nod, there was little doubt on her feelings. “Why. Give it to me in small words.”

“Like bees or ants, we are strongly controlled by our pheromones. We’ve been keyed to them by fucking them, they need to do the same. Otherwise, the other ones will be wary of them.” Travis explained before turning to Ivy. “If you’ll excuse us. I’m probably going to make a mess in a bit with my friend.”’

I started to open my mouth to apologize to the guy and he shook his head. “No need. I can smell that we are on good terms. We should talk more when our asses aren’t hurting.” He chuckled but the scent of fear was slightly rising from him. Even though he was the biggest of the whole group, he smelled like he wanted to run from a dorse a fifth of his size.

“See you later, Travis.” 

As I roamed away from the group, Angela followed me like a pink-hair shadow. “I wonder if you are a moaner. Can you imagine it, my fat cock sliding slowly up your tight little ass? Since I grew a dick you’ll be the first person I fuck, I can’t wait.”

I rolled my eyes at her and sat down at a gazebo, the swirling smells of semen and dorse was more comforting than I’d care to admit. My scowl was clearly on my face and she didn’t seem as bothered by my scent as before. “Well, aren’t you happy.” 

She stuck out her long tongue which seemed almost comical with her plump lips. “Why shouldn’t I be? The person who fucked my still gaping asshole is about to let me try.”

“What if I say no?” I joked but my cock was already getting hard. “It’s kinda gay.”

“I have a pussy, I was born with one of those. So what if I got a dick, every one of us has a dick. This dick didn’t stop you from shoving that thing up my ass.” She finished her rant by pressing her lips against mine. 

We stood there with our massive lips pressed against each other, our tongues danced around. Every touch was desperate I could feel her tongue deep inside of my throat, but I realized that breathing through my nose was completely independent of my mouth. Even the inside of my throat was an erogenous zone. My cock was already harder than a damn diamond from the kiss. The woman, this mare, that I barely knew felt like my whole world on a biological level. Could I even trust these thoughts? How far had I fallen, when did I become okay with this?

Angela pulled away, her red eyes scanned me while her nostrils flared. She gave a soft grunt of displeasure. “Your nervousness is like a wet blanket. What’s wrong?

“I just became a dorse today. What if I lose myself? What if I infect someone? My body feels so much stronger and my mind feels fine but within my first hour I raped you.” Normally, panicking isn’t my way of handling a situation, but this wasn’t something anyone could just prepare for. “How is everyone else so calm?” 

“I’m horny and you are being a bit of bitch. If I help you calm down, will you please just relax and take the dick? You are like a church girl on prom night. Wait here and try not to be more emo than you already are.” Angela quickly departed back into the crowd.

She returned with the freckled dorse that was a part of my herd. The dorse gleefully ran up to me and gave my rump a quick kiss. My cock twitched and left a trail of precum on the grass, no ass should be that sensitive. This dorse stamped around me in a happy canter, she continued to hum some pop song before turning her attention to me fully.

“Gib cawk?” She struggled with the words.

“No, you can’t have any cock,” Angela said before slamming a hoof into the mare’s side.

The larger freckled mare flinched at the blow and stepped back around me, she was keeping Angela away from her. “Wan cawk. Don’t wan fight,” she said as Angela stalked around me, the acid sting of fear rose up from the freckled mare in waves. Angela's scent was one of stress, she was trying to prove some kind of point, but she was struggling to do it. The smell was started to make me feel ill, everything was wrong. 

“Don’t fight. Wan cawk.” Another hard kick sent freckles to her side, she curled her limbs under herself and started to sob. “Fren. Fren. Fren.”

When Angela passed near my head, my teeth lashed out and got her by the back of her neck. I drove her to the ground quickly before forcing myself inside of her ass. She let out of a soft moan and relaxed under my weight. As quickly as her violence came, it was snuffed out like a candle. Angela didn’t struggle but simply gave a pained groan, I kept her pinned until the smells of fear dissipated.

“What are you doing!?” I snarled into Angela’s ear as I forced every bit of cock into her ass.

She gave a low moan, “Don’t look at me, watch the dumb girl.” 

The mare stood up and confidently stepped over to Angela, they immediately began kissing. The entire exchange lasted only a moment but the freckled mare pulled back with a smile. It was like they were never fighting in the first place. The freckled mare gave me a quick kiss on the lips, Even from my position I could see her cock was harder than a rock. Unlike my human-shaped cock, her's was a long freckled horse-like shaft with a medial ring, I sympathized with anyone having to take that.

“Cawk?” She asked while turning her backside to me.

With a groan, I pulled out of Angela's asshole. “What’s your name?” 

“Umm… Umm…” Her eyes drifted from the grass to the fence. “Grass pole.”

She didn’t even remember her name. “What if I just call you Freckie.”

The slow dorse bobbed her head with an excited grin. “Freckie.” Well, that was close enough. She ran behind me and continued to plaster wet kisses along my backside and my face. While her citrus scent clung to me, an epiphany struck me. These are all pleasant smells of things humans normally like. I’ve been around enough dorse in the wild to know that they mostly smell like sweat and sex. My mind felt more at ease now that the fighting was over, though the desire to do better grew inside of me.
“Freckie tell the herd that I said to give you all the cock you want.” My lips met her neck and I let my long tongue drag down to her ample breasts.

My vision was filled with the sight of her large freckled ass charging back to the group of dorses, the citrus scent trailed after her. The sight of her pussy glistening and the fact that her ass we large enough to clap with each stride was enough to set my cock dripping another bit of pre-cum. The guilt rushing in my mind felt muted compared to the desire to just fuck my friend into the dirt.
“You’ve just made her day, but did you really have to shove it in my ass without warning?” Angela grumbled, “You are too fucking big to keep doing that.” 

“What the fuck was I supposed to learn from that? That Freckie has a fatass and she has freckles everywhere.” Maybe I was supposed to notice something strange. I paused as I tried to rationalize what could be worth being violent with the lowest member of my herd. My herd. My herd. My herd- Oh shit. Everything about us is scent and sex-based and I’m thinking too much like a human. I’ve been catching these mutants for years the amount of knowledge I have to tap into shouldn’t have me hiding in a corner. The feeling of confidence felt nice inside of my chest. 

“Angela.”

“Did I help you out?” She kissed my cheek with a smug grin on her face.

I pushed past her and continued to walk toward the crowd, unlike before, I allowed the scents to flow through my nose. The powerful passion in the air mixed with the scent of content and well-fed herds. I moved to my herd, who were taking turns fucking Freckles when they weren’t fucking each other. I tucked my legs under me so that I was as low to the ground as my body could be. The other herd members didn’t take much note of me outside of occasionally giving me a wink as they came inside of Freckie. 
“Angela.”

She stepped to my side and with her eyes fixed on Freckie’s ass, each thrust made the freckled mass wobble in rhythmic waves. “We’ve gotta fuck that idiot at that some point. I mean look at that ass, even for a damn dorse she is stacked.”

“Well, for now, hop on and go wild.” 

“Oooh will you go ass to mouth? Can I fuck you all hard and make you squeal my naaame like a bitch,” Angela whispered the words in my ear, her breath teased at my ear. “Tell me you want my cock… I want to hear you say it.”

Shivers ran down my spine. “You gonna start, or are you trying to get me to walk away?” There was no way I was giving this little pink-haired crotch goblin the satisfaction of having me beg.

“Fine, fine. You could loosen up, embrace the change. We’ll see if my dick helps with that.” Angela purred again
.
I kept my body low enough that she could mount me. The moment I did, several of my herd that weren’t balls deep inside of Freckie came to see me. They kept a respectful, almost fearful distance from me. This was my herd, a bunch of cum covered and excited looking dorses. I only knew two of them, but their smells were as familiar as someone could be. 

“So any tips for getting fucked for the first time,” I joked with a bit of a nervous edge.

A purple-lipped dorse with a shaggy head of blue hair that mostly covered her eyes snorted. “A little bit of tongue goes a long way, but after the way you railed the little pony chick, all I can say is, just take it like a dorse?” He moved closer to me and gave off the scent of a fruit I couldn’t put my finger on. 

Angela placed her hooves on each side of my impressive ass, the sun was setting behind her as she gave me a wide grin. She slammed into me as hard as her hips could manage. There wasn’t enough time for me to prepare mentally for the attack. The cry that bubbled up in my chest was stopped by the blue-haired male, his lips drowned out my words. Angela didn’t pause as her next thrust hilted her inside of me, her shaft had to be as big as a normal horse. My guts churned as she slammed into me, every inch of her inside of me was something else. My panic screams turned into cries, then into grunts of tolerance, which melted into low moans. 

Today was the first time I had anything larger than a tongue up my ass. Angela had a tempo like a runaway jackhammer. She bit into my hair and pulled hard, I moaned into the mouth of my companion while I felt Angela’s cock prodding at my prostate with every deep thrust. Even as I was getting fucked, more of my herd broke off from Freckie to kiss along my neck. More lips dotted every inch of my body. Angela bellowed as she came inside of me. My head was wrenched further backward by another pull, the sensations were a little too much for me. My pre-cum was pooling under me in a bit of a puddle, my ass tingled as Angela continued to fuck me.

My lips moved free of the blue haired ones as Freckie stood in front of me, the semen coated mare reared up on her strong back legs. A long cock as thick as a can of soda dripped semen in front of me, it smelled wonderful. I couldn’t avoid it, I craved it so much. My tongue wrapped around the tip and pulled her in my mouth. Every inch felt just as good as if someone was blowing me, my ass muscle clinched on reflex around Angela’s cock. When I tightened around her, I felt four sets of muscles each slightly less sensitive than the last tightening around her length. My mutated anatomy gave me something new to deal with. Angela let out a feminine moan as she dropped load after load inside of me, every single twitch of her large cock sent jolts through my body. 

Giving a dorse a blowjob as a dorse was simple. My throat muscles were strong enough to squeeze Freckie’s cock but had enough slack that I could move my tongue around the entire time. Freckie lowered herself while placing kisses along my back, her weight was nothing on my neck on my back. She had a hair-trigger and I got a mouth full of cum. If my mutation didn’t allow independent breathing I’d have drowned under the warm sticky liquid. I expected to gag on the taste, I expected the cum to taste sweet like everything else, but I was wrong. Dorse semen isn’t very salty or sweet, but extremely mild. Like a sugar-free sports drink, but the feeling was wonderful.  Freckie cried out like a porn star before pulling out of my mouth, her cock leaving a trail of her seed connected to my lips.  

“Fun mouf.” Was all that Freckie had to say before dragging herself toward the gazebos. 

What felt like hours had passed before Angela stepped in front of me, her cock slick with her fluids and my natural lubricant. “Look at me. I got myself a little fuck trophy. Even smells like you.” 

My ass tingled as I rose to my hooves. Grass clung to my underside from the amount of dry spunk on my body. I felt like I had run a marathon and was excited to run another, but my nose picked up a new scent from Angela. Her cinnamon smell was faint to the point that I could barely make it out over the strong scent of vanilla, her body smelled like she washed with vanilla extract and vanilla ice cream. A surge of pride swelled inside of me, she was mine, but I didn’t understand why. It just clicked, and judging by her expression she felt something similar from me.

“My ass feels funny,” I moaned while walking to the Gazebos. 

The sun had already set yet everything was almost as bright as dusk. My curiosity was answered by the many pinpricks of light around the gazeboes. I knew the dorses had good night vision, but now I understand why we could never catch them as well at night. The group was already waiting for me, the blue-haired male gave a wide smile as I approached. I found a place between him and Freckie.

“Bossman, you smell less like a pony and more like a breeding buck. I’m Walter, fourth-generation and living the good life. I’ve got more sex today than I did the entire time I was human.” Those purple lips curled into the coy smile.

A few of my herd began licking my belly as I rolled on my side, they were either cleaning me or eating the grass. I wasn’t sure. “Anthony. The group's fucktoy if Angela is to be believed.”

Walter chuckled and shook his head. “Come on, we both know that isn’t true. Fucking or getting fucked doesn’t really matter when it feels so damn good. I’m trying to put a baby in that freckled girl before I get to a farm.”

“Really?” I yawned as I felt a warm mouth cleaning my cock with a little extra care. My gaze drifted down to see Angela cleaning me off, as rough as she is, I found her company enjoyable. 

Walter grinned. “Why do you think they don’t have the males or females separated? This is the point where we are all livestock to be bought and sold. Just the idea gets me so fucking hard.”

“I’ve had enough exercise and horny dorses up my ass for the night. I guess, uh, don’t infected humans or make me look bad. I think that what I’m supposed to teach you.” I mumbled in a half-awake daze. 

Eventually, the pile of mutated humans known as dorses began to doze off. While I slept, the scent of so many other infected brought a sense of comfort to me. I was far from happy with my current state, but the next day didn’t fill me with dread. Things seem like they were starting to even out. Sure I was a monster that wanted to fuck things but it couldn’t get any worse.

Or so I thought.

