'Headless' Horseman

I caressed the cheek of her face as she pushed the potion I had so desperately wanted in my direction across the table. I leaned over and kissed her and she tilted her chin up and reciprocated. Stupid bitch.

After today, I'm never seeing her again. Well, it could be worth while paying this out a little longer. I'm sure there are other benefits to swooning a witch other than getting one lousy potion for a costume contest.

I mean, she really didn't leave me any other option. Charging eight hundred bucks for a shitty potion that would only last a night? All I wanted was to be a centaur version of the headless horseman to win this year's community costume contest and the two thousand dollar cash prize that came with it. This witch at the edge of town everyone knew was legit because she was over 100 years old but made herself look like she was in her early 20s.

I sure as shit wasn't paying eight hundred dollars for something I knew she could basically do for free. Eight hundred, that was practically half the prize money! So what? I seduced her. She was practically putty in my hand from just getting any attention from a man. Or anyone for that matter.

"Hey, if you like centaurs maybe I'll be back and we can continue this later tonight," I cooed as I walked out of her shack, my boots loudly clomping against the hardwood floor.

She giggled, "Sure, my horseman. As long as you can find your way back."

I shut the door behind me, clinging to the potion that was going to win me the money.

"Yeah, right," I said, "Like that'll happen."

Later that night

Out of all the places she would put my head, I never expected it to be in the horse's cock. I took the potion only a few hours ago thinking that I would have plenty of time to walk to the community party, but that ended hours ago, I had spent way too long trying to orient myself and get control of this stupid fucking body.

The potion worked, I was a centaur headless horseman. I had a muscular human torso, two arms, the body of a horse. More importantly the cock of a horse, a cock, in which, is now my head. I see from the point of few of my equine penis. My mouth is my piss slit, and my neck is is the rest of my cock shaft.

At first, when I took the potion in my living room. I had no idea what even happened. Everything was dark and I though that I had been poisoned. That was until I was able to slightly move, hearing horse clops on the ground, and immediately falling over and feeling pain over new muscles I had never felt before.

The fall or the pain must have kickstarted a rush of euphoria because from it I became erect. It was there I was fully understand what happened to me.

I saw my barreling horse chest above me and two horse legs out in front. At first, I was so freaked out that I started gyrating willy-nilly, contracting every muscle, any muscle, to make sense of my new form. But after a few minutes of doing nothing other than knocking over my shelf and breaking a few heirlooms, I settled down and focused on moving targeted parts of my body.

I was able to bend my human torso down so it came in my view. I controlled both arms like two additional legs. They were so far away from my center of operation, my cock head, that moving my fingers felt like moving my toes.

I then tried moving my front legs. The foreign limbs twitched alive as I willed them. It was a strange feeling having two new appendages under my control and out in front of me. I switched my tail. The hairs of it ticked against my puckering horse ass and balls, which felt like someone taking a feather to the back of my neck, but only ten times more sensitive.

Lastly, I moved my rear legs. I dug my back hooves into the floorboards and lifted the horse torso above me upward, over my head. The feeling was odd and it was even more disorienting to be upright. I tried not to move, but to think about how to traverse this. Maybe I had taken the potion wrong? Maybe it's just a side effect that will go away in time?

I watched my horse body's chest rise and fall, expand and contract, while I started to get flaccid. I field of vision shifted from my horse chest to the floor and then quickly became blocked inside of my new horse sheath. I was still able to see out into the open, but as if I were looking through the wrong end of binoculars. Everything seemed so far away, and in my sheath everything felt so muted.

A few minutes went by as I gathered my thoughts. Somewhere from deep inside, a rush of determination sparked my desire to still make it to the costume contest. I didn't do all this hard work for nothing! So which a little practice, I was able to start trotting around my living room.

Every step would send my head, the horse's cock' in a different direction. I would take a step, my vision would jostle and I would have to re-orient myself. Step, step, step. Jiggle, jiggle, jiggle. I figured that if I got erect, it would be much easier to see and to not bob around so much. So I tried thinking of things that would normally get me hard as a rock. Big tits, tight pussy, you know, typical shit. But for some reason, it wasn't working, I was limp as a wet towel. I tried again. I thought of porn I looked at earlier that day. Nothing. I started thinking about that witch. Despite being a freak, kissing her still gave me a boner. Nothing.

I was desperate, I needed to think of anything that would get me erect so I could see in this stupid body. A brief image of the guys in the locker room back in my days in college soccer flashed in my cock mind and I immediately perked up. So I thought about it some more. I thought about the big jock's hairy asses. Their balls hanging below their jock straps, and even the few accidental glimpses of their dicks when we were in the showers. Before I knew it, I was fully erect and had a bitter taste in my mouth.

Pre-cum, dripped from my dick hole mouth like drool. The taste was salty, bitter, but surprisingly better than I thought. For some reason, thinking about the eating cum made me even harder, which made even more of my pre ooze through my cock shaft and out of my new mouth. A glob fell to the floor and the fountain kept spilling.

'Gay', I thought to myself, 'I'm gay now.'

I couldn't wait for this night to be over and to be back to normal. The potion was only supposed to last through the night so in the morning I'll wake up and everything will be back to normal, and I'll go back to jerking off my normal dick to tits again.

Thinking of the time limit of the potion remined me of the task at hand. To get to the Halloween party. Now fully erect and able to see better, I started clopping my new, clumsy, appendages around the room getting faster and faster. Each step making my head bob and slap against my big horse belly.

I ran into furniture and knocked over a few more things, but after a half an hour or so I was feeling pretty good. Good enough to fumble my way to the knob of the front door and out into the brisk, Halloween night.

As a cock, It turns out that I have no sense of direction, and I was lost within a manner of minutes. My field of vision was extremely limited do to the horse body above me and every step made the entire earth shake. On top of that, I had to stop every few minutes, think of gay shit, and get re-hard just to realize I had no idea where I was.

Fuck, I couldn't wait for this nightmare to be over. I trotted around nearly all night just trying to get back home. The sun was cracking over the horizon when I finally was able to stumble my way up the stairs and flop into bed.

I retreated into my big sheath and fell asleep eagerly, knowing this would all be fixed when I woke up. My vision was obstructed from the entrance of my sheath and it made it easier to fall asleep. It was like built-in blackout curtains.

I nodded off, kicking a hoof, twitching my tail, and moving my arms to where my head would have been.

later that morning

I stretched awake, not and motioned to rub my eyes, however, my eyes weren't were they should've been. In fact, my head was still gone, in fact, nothing had changed since I fell asleep and I was still operating my centaur body from the view of my dick!

'Shit shit shit shit shit,' I thought to my self, while I kicked my body away.

My mind was fully alert now, there was no time for morning grogginess. I must have been having a good dream though, because I was already hard and erect, with the familiar taste of cum in my horse-shaft-throat.

 I knew I would have to venture out into the outside world again, but this time it would be different. I wouldn't be during the night of Halloween. This would be in broad daylight. What would people think? With limited options, I forced myself up and was going to find my way to that witch and force her to fix this. It was her fault in the first place!

****

After an entire day of searching, I was certain I had found the spot, however, when I got there, her cottage was not there. I was so certain I was in the right place I would've bet my life on it, but her house was no where to be seen. I trotted over the plot of land where it would be. She couldn't be masking it with an invisibility spell, I would have still been able to feel it.

The gravity of the situation I was in was starting to dawn on me as dusk started settling in. If I couldn't find her, then I wouldn't be able to change back... And if I wasn't able to change back... then that would mean I'd be a horse cock forever...

One week later

Forcing myself head-first into the breeding mount was scary at first, but after a few times it came naturally. There was no feeling quite like it, gushing cum through your throat and out of your mouth. Everything was pleasure on steroids and it was an extra boost of dopamine with the pleasure center being so close to my brain.

 Rope after tart, tangy, rope of horse seed spewed from my cock mouth into the horse fuck toy. I didn't stop thrusting my head deeper into the moist darkness of the mock pleasure hole. I wanted to make it last, just like every time. Thinking about it, I'll probably just hang around and do it again in a few minutes. My libido is off the charts and my refractory period is almost non-existent.

A few more spurts dripped from my mouth and I backed my horse rump and slid out of the mount. Half flaccid, my head slumped down to the floor and I watched cum drip from my face onto the wood paneling. I slowly retreated into my sheath. Moist, musky, and warm.

Two Years Later

It turns out, there's a lot of freaky guys on the internet willing and ready to get penetrated by a beast like me. I get so much action I could star in my own movie. I even had to create an online queue because I had so many guys desperate to take my mass. It was more intimidating than the breeding mount, to plunge face first into another man's ass, but it felt way better than the dummy. And usually the guy would use his mouth to properly kiss me before showing me his backside.

Oh, and yesterday, I just found out that I can't die. I got hit by a car while on a jog the other day, and got back up and walk it off. Still hurt like a mother fucker, but I couldn't believe how I broke nothing. Come to think of it, I've never had to eat or use the bathroom since my transformation. Oh well.

That witch probably thinks she's cursed me forever, but on the contrary, I've never been better.