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Please understand that the serum injected into me made me feel wildly rampant, I was letting my groin do the deciding for me of what I would do. Those vivid visions of when I watched my changed brother, he too having become a pony stallion, did show me how he courted and then bred a pony mare.
I was impressed then with the sheer length and girth of his male member, his pony size penis. I watched it from close by, seeing how it compressed the blunt-faced end to the mare, her vulva lips. I revelled with male glee when seeing inch after brute inches of stallion pony cock slide in, going deep toward the womb of that cute mare.
I sat back and watched as my horny brother stood there almost upright on his then hind like pony legs and did thrusting his cock, increasing the sensations for him and her.
I saw the tail on my brother rise each time his bigger balls ejacutaled a strem inside the mare. I watched as heard the delighted moaning by thew mare, and the triumphant cry of a stud stallion claiming his mare.
Suddenly I found myself placed with and drawn into that same sort of situation, as did my enlarged nostrils report to an addled brain as of the rank spicy scent wafting through the light breeze. The smelling of that scent only made my anxious desires as dire desires. My cock was already out of its sheath and gaining a weighty feeling.
My want outweighed any thought of sin or immorality as by then I had become an animal of body and it drove the small portion of human left of the other me to follow the course of equines mating.
Me snorting harshly, I approached one of the donkey jennets, she standing with her hind legs stance as spread, tail drawn to the right side, her vulva lips winking as I recalled the pony mare did for Mike before they mated. My sniffing for that lovely scent caused for me my upper lip to roll up and back while I took deeply inhaled breaths, it working to entrap that wondrous smell for to make my brain drunk from lust.
Lust as even then in that panicked mood, I recalled the Sunday school teacher impressing his students with the known knowledge that lust is damning to people.
Lust though after being transformed, having become physically as it is to be an animal, that rank passion for to feel sex, even brutal sorts of animal procreation style sex comes from waves of brash lust desiring feelings; me being as an animal I could not ignore!
Mentally, I was mostly human still while my mind and actions were becoming inebriated by the lusty drive for want to mate as do beasts. If a human mated with an animal, as according to my Sunday school teacher taught his class, both the person and animal were to be put to death. Beasts and those chemically transformed to become as an animal their embodied form, having physically crossed the line and began then living of life like would a born animal, my mating with a female animal cannot be thought of to being a bestial act.
Why then did I step close to the jennet donkey and she letting me so close as to touch my muzzle lips to her winking folds of sensuous flesh. She stood there quivering, anxious, as if pleading without having to speak a word as to why she wished, needed to be bred.
Why oh why did my tongue slip out past my fuzzy lips and did I give a broad tonguing lick across those weeping lips of equine sex. The flavor tasted by my tongue was not like anything I when human recalled was of either sweet, salty, or of a happy delight. What was her flavor my taste buds only insisted to my brain that the female was ready for mating.
My brain was being assaulted by sensations and strange scents that I when human tended to ignore, if smelled at all. In every essence of that situation the devils of Satan were at work, they driving me to want and act as should a male animal. The wild desires of a young male human were heightened by the serum pumping through my veins. Professor Beeker was for me as much another devil spurring a young mind to act with disgrace, as ultimately damning him/me.
As damned as I knew I had become, I still felt a dire need to mate and leaping up with my fore legs, I stood then mounted, my cock rock hard.
I recalled my lifting my face skyward and screaming a mighty whinny as I stepping forward, brought my cock to touch her sensual folds.
"No, yes, not right, yes it is, do it, no, she is an animal, and so are you, NOW DO IT TO HER," rolled in me the waves of devilish lust, they arguing within my head as to what for me was righteous to do!
Heavy breathing and that slow decent of my cock-head as it entered past the vulva lips, and slid then a pulsing equine birth canal, to feel my sheath skin pressed snug to the rump-rear of the Jennet, sparked then me to begin my thrusting.
Written by Vaulthurst
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