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"You look tired, Master, as I have read the account of creation, and not the whole of it took six days by a God, my recreating of you to be your fun fantasy shall need more time than just one day. You need rest, your body has become weakened by my changing of it." Fatima says, her voice is soft and shows her caring way for a human. Especially caring for this Master as he is asking her for sure damnation from leaving the human race.
A yawn and a whinny helped break the tension felt by all, as Fatima waved her hands and caused her partially Ponified Master to levitate, he floating, she moved him to his human styled bed for one last time.
When let down to lie relaxed and allowed to contemplate more about what he owned as had as possessions, Fatima stood by in the bedroom doorway, she watching her Master.
An almost moan came out of her Master being a very equine style snuffling sound, he beginning to gain an in depth realization as to the becoming an animal, he shall cease his owning of things, and be then a thing as owned. It was a thing of irony that mankind had for centuries fought to be free from slavery, and He, feeling oddly foolish was asking as his great wish to become both an animal and allowed to be then enslaved, owned, and made use of as his owners would so plan or desire.
His line of thought was not without a physical reaction, and with Fatima watching, she smiled as her Master stared, seeing the blanket covering him began to rise as if a tent poked upward by a stout erecting erection.
Again, but with hands gnarled to being almost as fore-hoofs, what was in part a man and pony combined, began stroking his erection. The urges felt and stroking of the stoutly erect shaft soon produced a large, as if wet, a ring shaped spot on the blanket covering a Ponified man.
Even after thirty minutes since the blanket became soaked, the tenting of it continued to stay as covering a stout erection.
With a flick of her index finger to the bedroom light switch, she shut off the room lights, leaving her horny Master to dealing with his half human, partially pony stallion endowed self.
"Sleep now my Master," Fatima said with that soft as if motherly caring tone. It was as well her thought of her Master, that if he could or would sleep, his body would continue to regulate, changing further to his looking and being of the equine species.
Fatima turned around and walked slowly away from the bedroom, she thinking that come the morning a fully quadruped pony animal would awake, as rise, slide off his bed and come to stand properly on all fours, a changed man!
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