For Chaos and Glory

This wasn't what Travis had in mind. He was committed to coming to this adult convention for some "personal toys" but he hadn't planned on actually committing some sinful acts of lust. He was a very introverted kind of guy. He was just gonna buy his items and leave.
But despite his plans, he kept coming back to the same booth. It wasn't hard to miss. In fact, it was damn near impossible to ignore thanks to the glowing neon sign outside it. The booth itself looked like almost like two photo booths placed back to back with each other, except they were more spacious and had actual doors on them instead of curtains. The tops of the booths themselves had lights on them as well, so it was easy to tell who was inside which one. "Come For Glory!" the sign proudly beamed. It didn't take a genius to figure out what these booths were for.

Travis stood in front of the raunchy booth for what seemed like an eternity, internally torn on what to do. His mind told him he was done here and he should just leave, but another voice in the back of his head was urging him to throw caution to the wind and have fun with himself. He watched as pair after pair entered and left the booth, one after the other.

He couldn't take it anymore. His mind was going to burst from the constant back and forth. He figured he'd rather try it and hate it than to have never tried at all. He stomped his foot on the ground and marched into one of the booths.

He closed the door behind him and saw a very bare looking booth. There were only two major things that stood out to Travis; a small chair that was currently pushed up against the wall, and a small circular hole in the wall. The sight of it immediately caused his heart rate to accelerate and let in a sharp inhale.

Well, there it is he pondered to himself.

He wasted no time in unbuttoning his pants, figuring the faster he did it, the less time he'd have to change his mind. He removed his belt and pulled down his briefs just enough so his genitals would be unencumbered and fully free to do dirty deeds. He let out a deep breath. He wasn't so sure about this...

Suddenly, the door in the opposite booth opens, causing Travis to nearly yelp, his penis stiffening at the prospect before him. He nodded to himself and boldly pushed his half hard spear right through the hole, his nose pushing up against the wall, forcing him to lean back ever so slightly.

Silence.

Travis panicked. Maybe he was too forward? Maybe he scared his partner off? As the questions in his head rocketed through his brain, he heard a muffled feminine giggle from the other side.

"Hmm? Well this is interesting. Certainly not what I'm used to for sure."

Travis knew it. This was a mistake he mentally cursed. I should just leave now while I still have- His train off thought was cut off by chilling sensation coming from his groin. He felt something that felt almost like fingers but were ever so slightly off. The tactile sensation caused his staff to shoot up to full mast and caused Travis to blush profusely.

"But hey, I like my sex very unusual and unexpected! So, lemme show you a good time" the mysterious woman cackled, running her fingers across Travis' cock, slowly working her way down to the edge of the wall. She then cupped his spear with what felt like a very plush glove of some kind. Travis figured that this woman might toy around with different gloves and texture as a way of stimulating people. Travis nodded at what seemed like a logical deduction in his mind.

After a bit of teasing, she started to give Travis a proper hand job. Her speed was constant and methodical. He was getting more flustered and hot, but he was still not close enough to cum.

"Hrm, it's a bit smaller than I'm used to" the woman casually remarked.

Travis nearly jumped at that alarming statement. He wasn't...small was he? No...no he was average at the least! He knew that! Travis almost wanted to protest, but the woman's moves and dexterous stimulation was enough to keep him at bay. She stroked more and more. Her strokes were taking longer now...and longer...and longer still. However, bizarrely, her pace hadn't slowed down in the slightest. She was still going at it at the same pace.

"Ah...well, never mind. It's the perfect size now!" she chuckled to herself.

Travis raised an eyebrow, wondering what exactly she meant by that. His thoughts shifted rapidly as her hands moved away from his penis. He briefly wondered if there was anything wrong. His rhetorical question was swiftly answered as he felt her tongue flick across the head of his penis, sending a shiver down his spine.

"Now...time for the main event!" She triumphantly proclaims.
She gives his head a few more tentative licks before taking in his whole length into the woman's eagerly awaiting maw. Travis leans his head back, letting out a silent scream of ecstasy as his partner went to town on his genitals. Even with all this stimulation, he was only now leaking pre in anticipation of his eventual climax. He felt his balls churning as he was brought closer and they seemed to feel a fair bit heavier for some reason...and was there always such a musky odor in here?

"Are you ready? Because I'm about to go aaaaaaaaall in here" she boasted. Travis could hear a smirk in her voice as she increased her pace, going faster and faster. Travis shut his eyes, the heat in his loins getting unbearable. Finally, he couldn't hold it in much longer and unleashed his full load of seed right into his partner's waiting mouth. He felt his load surging forth for an unusually long time but then it finally stopped and Travis was able to catch his breath.

"Well, I think I've had my fun today. Hope you have yours pretty soon, heh heh." the woman mysteriously remarked. That seemed like an odd thing to say. After all, Travis had just ejaculated in the glory hole so it was easy to see he had had a lot of fun. He shook his head and pulled back his penis.

He froze.

His brain was having trouble processing what was in front of him. He knew it should be physically impossible to see what he was seeing in front of him right now. However, it didn't change what he was looking at. However, his eyes were not deceiving him. No matter what he told himself, it didn't change the fact that there was a foot long, jet black equine penis hanging in between his legs.

Just as soon as he was done processing that fact, his penis started twitching a bit and soon started to retract back into his sheath, something a human penis didn't do. He just stared, his jaw agape as the length fully retreated back inside its new musky home.

What...what the FUCK?! he screamed in his head. He wondered how the heck this could have happened and then it hit him; the woman.
Travis bolted toward the hole and peered through it, trying to find any trace of his mysterious partner. He didn't see anyone inside, however he had the strangest feeling that he saw a tail of some sort leaving swinging by before the door closed on the other side of the booth.

Feeling defeated, Travis pulled up his now woefully unfitting briefs and his blue jeans and zipped everything up. He looked down at his crotch. To the naked eye, there seemed to be very little difference and it actually looked like he was more hung than normal. Travis let out a harsh sigh and left the booth. He looked around, still blushing from his new changes. The crowd of people milling about outside seemed to not notice anything off about Travis and his new horse equipment.

Travis decided to head for home, blushing with embarrassment the entire way there. No one knew of what happened to him that day and to anyone on the outside, nothing seemed to change. Travis kept his changes under wraps, not wanting to stand out or be ridiculed but deep down...he loved his new shaft.