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Thoughtless by Desire

He looking at me, as we of our minds held still a connecting. We did realize in a flash thought just how much of Mike was wanting then to be a pony. He knew his worth as an animal, kept as is property of the farm owner, who made use of Mike as a stud breeder.

Oddly and discomforting in some ways, I felt some cause for wishing to join Mike, he seemed to be finding his being a pony stallion quite enjoyable!

Our minds linked we could not lie about what we thought, we each of the other. The seeing of Mike sporting his pony stallion size of an erection did not turn me on sexually. He had shown it to me before, I looking at it, kneeling near it, touching it, felt the soft sensual skin and made my brother shiver with want for feeling animal lust.

Watching him go to the pony mare and with a brutal manner of an ignorant male animal he did treat the mare to the fornication she as an animal from birth knew was what she should expect from a stud. It was upsetting in many ways, but the one which bothered me the most was of my feeling a sense of jealousy of my brother.

We as brothers were different than most, as when alone and together we could talk, walk, and enjoy each the other for what we liked and found as enhancing to our brotherly relationship. A relationship dashed on the rocks by his becoming a pony animal. His changed self did separate us into completely differing worlds. Worlds at odds one with the other, as if man and animal were on the same thought level and could communicate...

Sinking to my knees, leaning forward, falling as such on all fours, I stood there like that and then Mike approached.

Knowing of him coming close I opened my eyes and looking up, saw not his jolly face, but he having strode to stand beside me, the first thing of him I saw was his slick black male shaft hanging placid, coated in his own semen and the vaginal juices of his mare mate.

If that were not a horrid sight to me at that moment, then to have one of the younger mares approach and as if on cue, she standing with rump poised toward me, let go a raining upon my head of her mare urine.

Drenched in stink, looking at what down deep in me I wished I had as well, my brother thinking, said to me, to go, get gone, go home, and return here only when you too can or are able to stand beside him, we as brothers in stallion glory.

I got up, stood for a moment, then began to run, running I leaped the pasture fence and ran for what must have been then as miles before I stopped, and again fell to my knees, held in a mental anguish one cannot describe.


Written by Vaulthurst

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