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Dear Mom & Dad,
It has been a real drag here at M.U. The people are all in clicks and the professors are even worse. I had great plans of doing as Dad wanted and become a teacher, but the English Lit Prof. He’s the world’s biggest ego trip jerk dashed my hopes! He wants those not in frat houses to brown nose him at every turn.
Although my grades are still acceptable, I thought of looking around at some part time jobs. The pay scale was lousy and hour even worse until by chance I saw a note at the student union.
A Professor Haun was hiring paid volunteers for his Gene experiments. The whole thing sounded like something from an old "B" movie but I called and applied.
Upon my first interview, the Professor and his assistant asked me dozens of questions about family background. I soon could tell where the conversations were going. The two of them were worried of complications and wanted understudies' who had either no next of kin or foreign students.
I told them a long story about me growing up as an orphan. It was a great sounding story, almost made me begin to cry. After the interview, they offered me a contract and my first check of one thousand dollars, really!
It was a Thursday afternoon when I went to their Lab for my physical. I do not have classes on Fridays, Saturdays, or Sundays, so their testing could be more intense and allow me time to rest after each episode.
It was odd how things worked out as one of the questions asked made me think back when we still had Grandpa's farm. Remember the animals, horses, ponies, cows, and the bull!
Professor Haun gave me an offer I, at the time could not refuse. A long-term test where I could continue with my studies, the other professors at the college would send to me at the Lab. No class workings and better yet I increased by wage to three thousand per month.
The special test to which I was assigned they call it the Homo-Equinus-Dartmoor. I talked with the professor and he said that the Dartmoor Society sent the Gene therapy from England. The basic idea was to splice young human male cells and those of some equine. The resulting from that splicing culture produces a chemical mixture similar to a virus; this then becomes a blend into the Professor's Reformation D.N.A. serum and injected into pregnant mares for the final distillation. A final serum would be generated which when injected would give an animal embryo the genes for more mental ability.
I was proud to be a part in this experiment and all was going very well until last week. James Hullen, the assistant was doing two injections of my Antibiotic drug. It was as he did my injections, the professor noted the assistant had used the wrong ampules. I received instead two loaded syringes with the H.E.D. Reformation serum.
A suddenly drug induced shock occurred, putting me into a coma like state. I came out of the coma like sleep after five weeks. The Professor had me moved to a swing room where Nurses, pretty ones, kept watch over me until all signs became stable.
The Professor came in several times each day to check my vitals and for then an odd, way he measured my toes, feet, and shins. I lie around for several days after that and felt fine.
It was on the Tuesday of the second week since I revived that my skin looked very tan. Each day after that my skin color darkened one shade or more until by the end of that week even the texture was changing.
I asked the Professor some questions, but he ignored me, and he would change the subject. I knew then that the injection was making some changes and the Prof. either did not know what to expect or was looking forward to whatever might happen.
The Lab assistants moved me from the swing room to a room without windows, and no visitors, except Prof. Haun and another man named Justin. My first day in that room noted no mirror on any wall. They removed the bathroom mirror as well this made me suspicious. My skin color continued to change darker until after another week it was a deep black and felt thicker. I had no shaver but my whiskers, which Dad says is peach fuzz, are coming in at a very fast rate. Some of the hairs grew out three inches. The long ones felt like almost feeler hairs like Grandpa's horse Buster had, remember?
It was a bad morning when I woke up, my eyes covered in gauze and also my hands and arms. I was strapped to the bed, a cathode jammed up my pecker, and another sort of suck pipe up my butt.
Justin told me it was due to a drug interaction and that for a day or two, I needed to lay quiet. I was stuck, could not move, cannot walk around or even feel my face.
It was that Sunday when the staff was off for the day; Professor Haun and Justin decided to release my bonds. The result of their visit is why I am writing you this note of explanation.
During those past days stuck in bed, I experienced such leg cramps that I know I screamed. My back ached and even my groin felt different. Hands and arms seemed strange and worse of all my sense of smell and hearing became so acute it hurt when the Prof and Justin would speak.
They told me to lie very still as the gauzed wrappings were removed, releasing the security straps, allowing me to get up, but slowly. Doing as told, I waited for a chance to sit up and or stand up.
"OK, sit up and remain calm!" said Professor Haun.
I opened my eyes to what had to be the most terror-filled moment of my entire life. Like when you about to die, my whole life's memories poured out in a flood of emotion.
My legs were what I saw first. My skin was still very dark, actually black! My toes are gone as they merged into a single solid toe. Hair, black in color grows out of my feet and they are very much longer than my size 13's. My shin and upper leg now look more like Grandpa's horse than when I walked in here some weeks back.
Please Mom, do not cry they told me this does not have to be permanent, in time I could come back. I was even more afraid when I saw a four-foot long hair tail hanging over the bedside. My changed rump is rather neat, offering me a strange sense of pleasure. The new tail able to swing, it brushes over what is tender and soft to the touch. I move the tail when walking or flicking it and find this brings me a tickling sensation.
My male part changed too, a leathery, thick, skinned sheath grew to cover and attach itself to my lower abdomen. Then held up inside me is my penis, it protrudes out the sheath when I have a need to urinate. The real sensual sensation comes as I might become erect, oddly this now happens often, and needs very little stimulation to make it happen. I am sorry to report that with this radical shift in my physical form, the circumcision that Doctor Michael’s did on me is now gone. The end of my penis is flat now, having a flange like gland wrung about the end. It does swell when I become erect, looking somewhat like a large mushroom as it change in shape, but certainly not circumcised!
My testicles have also increased size, growing larger, become quite heavy, but snug tightly and held high up in my deepened groin.
Skin on my body is thicker and more toughened like the hide of a horse or pony. You cannot see much of it as covering me all over is a coat of dark saddle brown hair. In contrast, my mane and tail are a shiny black, glistening in the light of day, making me look dashing, or so I think.
My shoulders narrowed some, drawing my upper arms closer together, this and my new forelegs seems to make walking on all fours quite simple. My neck too increased and grew much more muscular. I find it allows me greater flexibility to turn my head and look about, or offering new ways to extend my head and scratch.
I am sorry to report as of this letter, my head is now making the transition. I find this somewhat disturbing, as I am really losing my facial identity, becoming plain and the same as all other ponies. My nose is the strangest of the entire change. It grew and merged with my mouth and upper lip. The nostrils are quite soft and flex with breathing in or out. The lips feel and work strangely, but conform to what I will need for eating food, pony style.
My vision distracts me from thinking, I am very nearsighted since this all began, the ability to see things in color are also, sadly different. Oddly, I can see things more in a two sided set of views, limiting what I can see directly in front of my face or mouth.
Now I want to tell you some about Marge. She contracted for being a testing volunteer for five or more years, this granting her enough in earnings to buy her own house. She and I met and since have become good friends, expecting if all goes as said that we would ultimately mate.
Since my arms rotated and became as my forelegs, my hands began to stiffen and since grew together forming hoofs. This had Marge coming to my aid and she then wrote for me the remainder of my letter, and likely coming letters as well!
I thought back and remembered some of dad’s age, old limericks. Then I changed the words to mimic what is happening to me:
“Daniel I regret to state, had his D.N.A. changed by fate, we miss him when its time to dine, but he now grazes and eats just fine, his body strong, his maleness stout, he stands upright showing those mare’s what a ponies’ life is all about.”
Sorry but we become often sidetracked!
Hi Mom, I am Marge and with Daniel losing the dexterity of his hands, and became then his fore hoofs, he is not able to write. We were good friends at the college, dating twice and then bumped into the other here at the Lab. I have become better acquainted with Daniel, and since both of us are assigned to the same testing group our friendship is closer to being as lovers.
His transition is far more along then what I contracted, and willingly agreed to accept; yet we still can remain friends and are together much of the day.
About three weeks back I brought him a book from the library, one on ventriloquism. The book author was Edger Bergan, a famous actor who used two dummies; and was in the movies during the 1940 to the coming of television. Daniel read it during his long dull days of transitioning. He actually learned how to work his larynx, making fairly intelligible sounds.
Therefore, I write down the very words from his mouth on paper.
The Professor is amazed at this stunning progress, being he had great concerns about Daniel and his brain size mutating to that of a common equine.
His continued rational thing, the ability to speak, helps him fight the natural onslaught of bestial instincts, and the chemical coded instinctive lifestyle of a real stallion pony.
I have also enclosed a copy of the original contract signed by Daniel and other volunteers in the experiment program. The Professor assured this is quite legal, and under the conditions specified, he gave me a check to include. It is the salary wage for Daniel signing and considering his present situation.
Obviously, Daniel does not need or have the use for things like money, considering he has become a pony.
He says you can keep this money! He assures that more royalties shall follow, after Daniel resides in England, and registered in the Dartmoor Stud Book, much more money shall come your way.
Daniel spoke after reading what I added to his letter, he is highly anxious and near tears, that is if an equine could cry.
“Please Mom and Dad, as if because of this whole situation you would prefer to disown me, insisting I should not return to being your son; I would understand. Otherwise, I would ask that you allow my transfer to England.
My personal idea about this entire thing has changed and I feel so good, the facts be known to you, I would not mind living inside this pony stallion form. Me being as a stallion stun and used for the Dartmoor Society at Devon England, I eagerly granted them their rights in the contract, and can require me for use there, and as a stud.
This all seems so authorized. as for anyone looking at me now would think nothing more than that I was born a pony. I know it might be difficult, but please allow me go to England, please!
Yours still in heart,
Daniel and Marge
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Then:
“Aggravation”
My Dearest Son,
Today I received the worst shock of my entire life reading your letter.
My one and only son taken now from me by the very college your father and I thought would give you true knowledge. Instead, you have placed yourself in harms way and would seemingly find this degradation to be something wonderful. Your primary thought was quite admirable, seeking a way of repaying us for the costs of college, but considering the outcome, I am appalled!
Your father in on a business trip to Japan, and scheduled to give me a call. I plan to tell him of your situation, maybe not all the sordid details, but generally that his son is never again coming home. That is quite correct, as I called your Professor Haun and talked at length about him returning you to being my son again. His response was more than damning, he was very clinical, harsh and to the point. According from his own mouth, he said the accident was just that, a slip up in the testing and quality control.
His original suggestion of the possibility your chemical induced transformation might be reversed was a flat out lie. The Professor has a limited understanding concerning these new serums. You my son are the first test case, and told to be lucky you lived after the injection!
I would caution you on having high hope of returning to what you were for some time to come. The Professor suggests that the technology for that is still in the distant future.
So then I have a son of mine, soon you shall stand before men and God as if born an animal. According to your bold and so much delighted letter, you are now accepting, and willingly wishing our blessing, as for wanting to live your life as would a common beast.
Truly dearest, I think little of your friend Marge and her selling you down the river to these egotistical men of science.
Once your father returns I am sure he will feel as I, and that our son is dead to us. You becoming a proud Dartmoor pony stallion, in my eyes, deems you as if damnable. I am angered and heart broken from the loss. Your ultimate move to England separates me even further, sinking yourself deeper into the mindset as being a stallion used willingly as a sex-minded stud animal. This is some idea so far from what your parents had as their hope for you becoming, I cannot begin to say.
Disgruntled and saddened,
The woman that mothered you!
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A loving son sends his reply:
Dearest Mom,
Marge writes, I read your letter of response to Daniel, he asking me to do it at least four times. His reaction was what one might expect from a son so longing to love his mother and father. He has always worshiped you both, talking of how his parents were the epidemy in his mind of two special and loving people.
His transformation was not by his choice, but as a terrible and random act. He and I both had similar plans to repay our loving parents with the extra money earned by becoming test volunteers to aid science. It is from knowing Daniel and seeing how once he knew what was to be his present fate, this great person held on to the hope of returning to live with his parents. Your damning letter changed him more than the serum.
Having lost his hope of becoming human again, his mental attitude has swung toward living the life and lifestyle, as would a pony stallion. He speaks and plans diligently with the Professor and a Miss Jane Pennyford. Their counsel and planning would place him as a prime Dartmoor stallion at stud in the pony register. They plan to fake his heritage, suggesting he was the product of two great animals, both though as if now dead.
In the next few weeks to come my good friend and companion is flying off to live in England. He has his own plans of conquest, delighting in his new sensuality. Daniel stands on all fours, his maleness erect and flared ready for the living life on the sensual side. He even went and asked me to come with him, having a lusty hope that I might accept the injections, and then become, as would a Dartmoor mare.
Since that interesting day, my own mother wrote me, replying to a letter telling of Daniel and my friendship. Her response was so perfectly similar to yours, that I felt free to chose for myself. Therefore seeing my family ties burned in effigy, scorned by someone I loved, my only hope of happiness is to join Daniel in England.
Since your letter Daniel having lost his parents love and family, he turned a new leaf. I watch him masturbate as do stallions, four and six time each day, as then building the penal muscles needed to mate like would a stallion. He prances eagerly working his new body, building stout muscle, showing a fantastic conformation worthy of a fine stallion.
Accepting and looking forward in anger spawned by your own lack of trying to be understanding, Daniel longs for his future as a great stallion. He and I talk daily, him speaking of new plans, and the special offerings from Miss Pennyford and the Dartmoor Society.
I watch him working hard to become as close to a real pony and stallion as one having a rational mind could ever want. He eats out of a steel bucket, lip grasping the grain, devouring now hay, and having really mastered the equine art of grazing. It is with his mastery of grazing that pony body made the final transition, this according to the Professor. Daniel’s physical metabolism, and body temperature, have all made the adjustment, making him a true to form pony.
All testing is now complete, as Daniel has made the genetic swing to his new species. The Professor had Daniel stand in the white room where he often examines those in the testing for imperfections. He had someone with a camera take a picture of our Daniel. I have enclosed a copy for you and thought it proper since Daniel and I plan to be married.
http://www.dartmoorpony.com/stallions/maverick/maverick.jpg
In a mock sort of marriage ceremony today I married Daniel and he me. We shall become as stallion and mare but alert mentally and knowingly live together both as ponies. I expect our relationship to be more toward the animal way, being then both as of animal form. Our style of mating will be both bestial and often without the privacy enjoyed by humans when they desire intimacy.
I can expect that since we shall be ponies and actually animal in form, our marriage would be rather symbolist, Daniel being as, and living his life as one prime stud, and I but one mare of the thousands it is planned he shall inseminate.
We expect to remain true friends, our relationship withstanding his constant intimacy with other mares as a simple fact of life, we being then as ponies. We both understand our place, Daniel my stud and being as a working stallion, Marge his good friend, always thrilled and happy when we can be together.
I pity you and your sense of loss, but having turned a deaf ear to your own son; it would seem he has now the right to choose his way of living life. However illogical our choice of living in degraded bodies and as would animals, we are bound and entwined in our love.
Yours Still in Love,
"Prince Daniel" and his Devoted Mare Marge
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Written by K.Rooste
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