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The Foal's Mother

James was a 15 year old boy and he lived on a farm with his parents. His dad worked on the fields producing wheat and corn. Most of which was sent to mills that were a long distance away. But while that was the purpose of the farm, they also owned two horses: a stallion and a mare.

James was fond of horses and he liked to help with the care of them, from grooming them to cleaning the stables. He was also becoming a decent rider. All attention turned to the horses however when the mare become pregnant. James was especially keen to see the birth whenever it happened.

He kept up his duties in the stables as usual but paid more attention to the mare as the tell tale signs of her pregnancy became clear. After a few months, the time was nearing for the foul to make it's entrance.

All were gathered when the time did arrive. James' father was on hand if the mare had problems, but he found she had none at all. The large bundle that fell to the floor began to move and eventually stood.

"It's a girl!" said his father.

"She's beautiful." said James.

With the young foal on her feet now, she instinctively sought food. She ventured over to her mother and sought the milk from her teets. But to everyones utmost horror, the mare aimed a hoof at the foal. The foal was distressed but not deterred. She approached her mother again but with the same result.

"This is terrible." said James' father. "The foal will die if she won't nurse her."

"Why is she doing this?" asked James.

"I don't know." said his father. "But it's clear that she has rejected her."

They had no option but to put the foal in another stable, for fear that the mare might attack her further.

"She needs milk quickly, otherwise she'll die." said his father. "I'll try to get some from the mare, if she'll let me."

He went and fetched a bucket and went about trying to milk the mare. James continued to stand at the stall where the foal was. A while later and his father came back with small amount of milk.

"I managed to get some." he said. "We need to feed the foal quickly, but this won't be enough forever."

James looked at his father and noticed that he was shaken. Milking the mare had been difficult by the looks of things.

"Can I feed her?" he asked his father.

"If you wish." he replied. "I'll get a bottle."
* * *

James entered the stall armed with a baby bottle full of the mare's milk. The foal was scared at first but the fear subsided when she smelt the contents of the bottle. James offered the bottle to her and before he knew it, her lips were sucking from the end of it.

"That's it. Drink it all up." said James in a soothing voice.

After the bottle had been drained, it was clear that the foal's hunger had not been satisfied. They filled the bottle once more and James once again administered it.

It was getting late and James was soon told to come inside for his supper. Afterwards, he came back to see the foal. She seemed better after the bottles of milk. He just continued to watch the foal with interest. She looked at him longingly, wondering if he had another bottle of milk with him.

By now, the sky was getting dark and the stars were beginning to show. He entered the stall and comforted her.

"You need a mother who will look after you." he said to her. "I wish that were so."

He didn't notice that a star in the sky flickered brightly for a moment.

"James! Time for bed." called his mother from the house.

He either didn't here her or ignored her. He simply continued to look into the eyes of the foal.

It wasn't until he felt a heat in his groin that his attention turned from the foal. He looked into his trousers and noticed that his penis and testes were shrinking inside him.

"What's happening to me?!" he shouted.

The pain was searing. If the sight of seeing his masculinity disappear wasn't enough, he felt his clothes tighten: he was growing larger.

The foal stood and watched. He could only guess what she was thinking now.

His clothes were not going to last, they were beginning to tear all over. As he looked down at his now revealled midsection, he noticed something more alarming: nipples.

As his trousers and underpants were reduced to shreds, he saw what had become his genitals. He now had a large slit where his penis and testes were. His shoes were the next things to go. His feet were swelling up and once the shoes had torn, he noticed that his toes were merging, the nails had lengthened and thickened. He was getting hooves. His whole lower body had grown enormously and now looked like that of a horse, a female horse. He was becoming a mare.

He grimaced as his thighs continued to swell. He was forced onto his side as a pain in his growing bottom signalled the arrival of his tail.

"What is happening to you?" came a voice. It wasn't a voice he recognised. It sounded like a young girl. Then he heard the voice again. It was the foal who was speaking!

James was still frightened as the changes continued to engulf him. He noticed as the nipples on his belly became swollen.

"You do have some more food for me!" said the foal, her voice full of joy.

"Yes, I do have food for you." said James in a very uncertain voice.

He then noticed the foal approaching. She put her lips to one of the nipples and started to suckle.

James was certainly on edge as the foal neared. But as soon as the foal had started to suckle. His fear subsided and he suddenly felt calm. He could feel milk issue from the nipple and it felt good.

"That's it. Drink all you can." he said, his voice calmer. He realised at once what was happening. He wished for this foal to have a mother who would care for her. His wish was coming true. He would care for her, he would be her mother.

He felt a rush of emotions run through his mind, ones that would set the course for the rest of his life, her life. She was becoming bonded to this foal and would protect her with her life.

As the foal continued to feed, the changes continued, but James was no longer in fear of them. The thought of becoming this foals mother had driven all fear from her. Her hands were changing into her front hooves and her shoulders were getting broader as so to support her larger frame.

Sure that the foal could now understand her, she told her to move out of the way while she made to stand on all fours. The foul obliged and James lifted herself up. Her body was now sprouting the same brown fur as the foul. All that was left was her head and neck, and they came moments later.

The change wasn't without pain but she endured it. Her neck grew longer and wider and then the front of her face pushed out into an equine muzzle, her eyes pushed to the sides and her ears, now pointed moved to the top.

"I think you need more milk." she said to the foal. "I want to see you grow big and strong."

"Yes mother." said the foal.

"James. Are you going to bed?" came a familiar voice.

James looked through the stall door and saw her parents coming. She still remembered who she had been. She looked back and saw her daughter still feeding.

"You can see the foal tomor......" said her father. He stopped and looked. He saw a beautiful mare with a foal nursing from her."

James, where are you?" he called, now searching the rest of the stables.

James couldn't speak. She had lost the ability to talk to humans. Even when she spoke to the foal, her words were mere neighs and snorts to human ears. Yet she could still understand humans. But for now, this couldn't help in the slightest.

Both her parents, torches in hand, searched the stables. Only when they found the stallion and other mare in their usual stalls, did they realise that something else was wrong.

"Where did that other mare come from?" said James' father.

"What other mare?" asked her mother.

"The one nursing the foal." said her father.

They returned to James' stall and stared at her. They shone torches inside and nearly startled the foal. Then they noticed destroyed clothes on the floor of the stall.

Both her parents stood silent and pale.

"James?" asked the father to the mare. The mare, to his utter disbelief, nodded.

Jame's mother fainted. Her father went to bring her round.

"My son has become a mare?" he said to himself. "This cannot be. But his clothes are on the floor in tatters and a mare has appeared from nowhere."

As they both stood and looked at the mare, she gave them affectionate nips on the shoulder.

"It is you, isn't it?" asked her father. James nodded again.

"We knew you were fond of this foal, but now you have a real reason to be." said her mother.

"Take care of her. We'll be back in the morning." said her father.

The next morning, they did come back and led James outside. The foal followed her obediently.

"Thanks to you, the foal will certainly reach adulthood." said her father. "But I think we'll have to give you a new name."

They decided on Gemma. The foal was named Josie. Together, they lived on the farm happily grazing during the day and feeding on hay during the night. Gemma wasn't approached by the stallion for now, not while Josie was still nursing. The other mare did return to being in heat after rejecting Josie. She did produce another foal but again rejected it. Gemma was happy to foster once more.

Eventually, Gemma did enter heat and the stallion came upon her, and she had her first foal. It was obvious that she cherished motherhood and she never looked back on her former life, though she kept a close bond with her human parents.

Description
The Foal's Mother

James was a 15 year old boy and he lived on a farm with his parents. His dad worked on the fields producing wheat and corn. Most of which was sent to mills that were a long distance away. But while that was the purpose of the farm, they also owned two horses: a stallion and a mare.

James was fond of horses and he liked to help with the care of them, from grooming them to cleaning the stables. He was also becoming a decent rider. All attention turned to the horses however when the mare become pregnant. James was especially keen to see the birth whenever it happened.

He kept up his duties in the stables as usual but paid more attention to the mare as the tell tale signs of her pregnancy became clear. After a few months, the time was nearing for the foul to make it's entrance.

All were gathered when the time did arrive. James' father was on hand if the mare had problems, but he found she had none at all. The large bundle that fell to the floor began to move and eventually stood.

"It's a girl!" said his father.

"She's beautiful." said James.

With the young foal on her feet now, she instinctively sought food. She ventured over to her mother and sought the milk from her teets. But to everyones utmost horror, the mare aimed a hoof at the foal. The foal was distressed but not deterred. She approached her mother again but with the same result.

"This is terrible." said James' father. "The foal will die if she won't nurse her."

"Why is she doing this?" asked James.

"I don't know." said his father. "But it's clear that she has rejected her."

They had no option but to put the foal in another stable, for fear that the mare might attack her further.

"She needs milk quickly, otherwise she'll die." said his father. "I'll try to get some from the mare, if she'll let me."

He went and fetched a bucket and went about trying to milk the mare. James continued to stand at the stall where the foal was. A while later and his father came back with small amount of milk.

"I managed to get some." he said. "We need to feed the foal quickly, but this won't be enough forever."

James looked at his father and noticed that he was shaken. Milking the mare had been difficult by the looks of things.

"Can I feed her?" he asked his father.

"If you wish." he replied. "I'll get a bottle."
* * *

James entered the stall armed with a baby bottle full of the mare's milk. The foal was scared at first but the fear subsided when she smelt the contents of the bottle. James offered the bottle to her and before he knew it, her lips were sucking from the end of it.

"That's it. Drink it all up." said James in a soothing voice.

After the bottle had been drained, it was clear that the foal's hunger had not been satisfied. They filled the bottle once more and James once again administered it.

It was getting late and James was soon told to come inside for his supper. Afterwards, he came back to see the foal. She seemed better after the bottles of milk. He just continued to watch the foal with interest. She looked at him longingly, wondering if he had another bottle of milk with him.

By now, the sky was getting dark and the stars were beginning to show. He entered the stall and comforted her.

"You need a mother who will look after you." he said to her. "I wish that were so."

He didn't notice that a star in the sky flickered brightly for a moment.

"James! Time for bed." called his mother from the house.

He either didn't here her or ignored her. He simply continued to look into the eyes of the foal.

It wasn't until he felt a heat in his groin that his attention turned from the foal. He looked into his trousers and noticed that his penis and testes were shrinking inside him.

"What's happening to me?!" he shouted.

The pain was searing. If the sight of seeing his masculinity disappear wasn't enough, he felt his clothes tighten: he was growing larger.

The foal stood and watched. He could only guess what she was thinking now.

His clothes were not going to last, they were beginning to tear all over. As he looked down at his now revealled midsection, he noticed something more alarming: nipples.

As his trousers and underpants were reduced to shreds, he saw what had become his genitals. He now had a large slit where his penis and testes were. His shoes were the next things to go. His feet were swelling up and once the shoes had torn, he noticed that his toes were merging, the nails had lengthened and thickened. He was getting hooves. His whole lower body had grown enormously and now looked like that of a horse, a female horse. He was becoming a mare.

He grimaced as his thighs continued to swell. He was forced onto his side as a pain in his growing bottom signalled the arrival of his tail.

"What is happening to you?" came a voice. It wasn't a voice he recognised. It sounded like a young girl. Then he heard the voice again. It was the foal who was speaking!

James was still frightened as the changes continued to engulf him. He noticed as the nipples on his belly became swollen.

"You do have some more food for me!" said the foal, her voice full of joy.

"Yes, I do have food for you." said James in a very uncertain voice.

He then noticed the foal approaching. She put her lips to one of the nipples and started to suckle.

James was certainly on edge as the foal neared. But as soon as the foal had started to suckle. His fear subsided and he suddenly felt calm. He could feel milk issue from the nipple and it felt good.

"That's it. Drink all you can." he said, his voice calmer. He realised at once what was happening. He wished for this foal to have a mother who would care for her. His wish was coming true. He would care for her, he would be her mother.

He felt a rush of emotions run through his mind, ones that would set the course for the rest of his life, her life. She was becoming bonded to this foal and would protect her with her life.

As the foal continued to feed, the changes continued, but James was no longer in fear of them. The thought of becoming this foals mother had driven all fear from her. Her hands were changing into her front hooves and her shoulders were getting broader as so to support her larger frame.

Sure that the foal could now understand her, she told her to move out of the way while she made to stand on all fours. The foul obliged and James lifted herself up. Her body was now sprouting the same brown fur as the foul. All that was left was her head and neck, and they came moments later.

The change wasn't without pain but she endured it. Her neck grew longer and wider and then the front of her face pushed out into an equine muzzle, her eyes pushed to the sides and her ears, now pointed moved to the top.

"I think you need more milk." she said to the foal. "I want to see you grow big and strong."

"Yes mother." said the foal.

"James. Are you going to bed?" came a familiar voice.

James looked through the stall door and saw her parents coming. She still remembered who she had been. She looked back and saw her daughter still feeding.

"You can see the foal tomor......" said her father. He stopped and looked. He saw a beautiful mare with a foal nursing from her."

James, where are you?" he called, now searching the rest of the stables.

James couldn't speak. She had lost the ability to talk to humans. Even when she spoke to the foal, her words were mere neighs and snorts to human ears. Yet she could still understand humans. But for now, this couldn't help in the slightest.

Both her parents, torches in hand, searched the stables. Only when they found the stallion and other mare in their usual stalls, did they realise that something else was wrong.

"Where did that other mare come from?" said James' father.

"What other mare?" asked her mother.

"The one nursing the foal." said her father.

They returned to James' stall and stared at her. They shone torches inside and nearly startled the foal. Then they noticed destroyed clothes on the floor of the stall.

Both her parents stood silent and pale.

"James?" asked the father to the mare. The mare, to his utter disbelief, nodded.

Jame's mother fainted. Her father went to bring her round.

"My son has become a mare?" he said to himself. "This cannot be. But his clothes are on the floor in tatters and a mare has appeared from nowhere."

As they both stood and looked at the mare, she gave them affectionate nips on the shoulder.

"It is you, isn't it?" asked her father. James nodded again.

"We knew you were fond of this foal, but now you have a real reason to be." said her mother.

"Take care of her. We'll be back in the morning." said her father.

The next morning, they did come back and led James outside. The foal followed her obediently.

"Thanks to you, the foal will certainly reach adulthood." said her father. "But I think we'll have to give you a new name."

They decided on Gemma. The foal was named Josie. Together, they lived on the farm happily grazing during the day and feeding on hay during the night. Gemma wasn't approached by the stallion for now, not while Josie was still nursing. The other mare did return to being in heat after rejecting Josie. She did produce another foal but again rejected it. Gemma was happy to foster once more.

Eventually, Gemma did enter heat and the stallion came upon her, and she had her first foal. It was obvious that she cherished motherhood and she never looked back on her former life, though she kept a close bond with her human parents.