What Now Brother

Mike, my brother by birth had by choice and lust did-done to his real self that what is in story books, thought to be as fantasy. I was there, watching, seeing how he did relish the raw sensations of becoming, to being a naked animal, he now a pony stallion; was enjoying his situation!

To know Mike was to like him for his kindly self, always respectful of others, and a friend to his brother. With this in mind, my thoughts as to Mike being an animal of body, as much a stallion pony his physical form, he to me was my idol, the essence of what I wish I could be toward my friends.

I sat as knelling there in the tall grasses, the sheer stench of pony mare urine tainting the air of my every breath. I think I felt somewhat jealous of Mike and his as now free style of sensual lifestyle, something young men wish to gain, but most never come close!

I had to admit, or would if asked, if anyone knew of what became of Mike, that from watching him feel and find his greatest desires as found by being a pony stallion at stud, I too held a wish to join him, as discover what Mike had now.

I was worried too about what our parents would ask of me, as we, Mike and I went everywhere together, with the exception of this last wild fandango-fling. The easy way would be for me to swallow a handful of pills and hope to become as an equal to what became of Mike.

I was unsure as to my real wish for gaining such a male member, and/or the desire to then by physical needs, as live my life being an animal in the eyes of friends, family, and they who would own me as if I were but a slave.

"Slave," the thought of the word tended to make me shudder as if by going where Mike did, he and I would then be as property, owned, body and soul.

Flash thoughts of the movie "Gettysburg," passed through my mind, and of the sum of so many men dying, giving that last great measure of devotion, if but for one great idea, that of freedom for all. Thinking about the civil war and what it meant of all men and human kind, had me wondering worse, as if I really wished to lower myself, and by becoming as is an animal, a pony stallion, becoming too as property, was I disgracing humanity?

I pondered the ill found gains of what Mike wanted to have, but never expected how he would end up needing to live day to day. Mike was my friend and my brother, yet pal or relation as when human, we being pony brothers, would by being then as animals, became as adversaries, stud stallions competing for the right to breed, as mate with pony herd mares.

I wondered if by then Mike from becoming a pony stallion animal felt his demeaned self was a gaining of male freedom, or a curse, as doomed, maybe damned then to some eternity by a greater power?

Was transformation of self as an offense to the planned destiny set by God? Was what Mike became the devil's greater hope become for them as a reality? Spiritual questions, though Mike in his rush of male lust never considered such greater ideals, he blundered ahead and caused his body to be changed, and became relished by the sensations he found from becoming as is an male animal.

I did turn to cast a glanced look over my shoulder, hearing in the distance the screamed whinny of some stallion laying claim to his having just bred, mated with a mare.

"What now brother," I muttering to myself, recalling of how Mike, his long, black, pony-stallion male member came slithering out the vagina of a mare, and he raising his muzzle skyward, did whinny as to his male delight.

I shuddered at the vivid memory of what i watched Mike do, and at the time rather relished the want to discover such feelings for myself. As Mike came close with his dangling hefty size maleness swaying as he strode toward me, I licked my lips, felt nervous with male desires, and thought then of what Mike had as if it were a gift.

"Ouch," I yelped, as stood upright, upon two feet, two legs, realizing a Bee had stung me!

What if, say that after Mike bred with a mare some insect noticed of a wetness, the salty slick slim coating his wagging maleness, and it bit or stung him along his mighty shaft. I rubbed where I got stuck with a human hand, so how would Mike deal with his being stung; how would he need scratch at his cock?

There was a bigger picture to becoming as is an animal, losing what was physically that of being a human. Animal, beast, brutal was the lifestyle of anything non-human, and giving away the being a human came with many minute and bigger problems to add to the way one would need live their life.

Written by Vaulthurst

One is Not Enough

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