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Animal lust is a powerful means by dark powers to demean the human ideals and hopes. The ordeal of being a stallion and living day to day, not making any plans, as the sensualities known to a equine are such as to encompass the mind, and degrading most of any intellectual thoughts.
As the tail remains busy shooing away flies, the coarse feeling hairs tend to tickle a very sensitive spot. The whisking of tail hairs to flanks and up the crotch adds to the touching thrills of having a hairy tail. The more the breezes blow, the feelings of body fur tingles, causing a sense of appreciation for having to live being naked.
Naked is the equine genitals, and the sheath bearing stallion pride. A greater delight I never knew when human was to let my penis hang, it warmed by the sunshine or drying of sweat, cooled by a gentle breeze. Of course there is the neck mane and twitching ears, having a four legged stance and hoofs; all these add to the sensuality felt and offering enjoyment.
By day Bobby comes to let us out of our stalls and we frolic as play in the pasture. We graze is relative peaceful contentment, I say relative because their is a constant sense of jealousy between horses, stallions and mares alike. One must be alert and wary of the surroundings, keeping an alert ear to sounds. As one afternoon we in the pasture heard Bobby and a man arguing, voices loud, suggested of trouble.
The mares ran for the far end of the pasture, as I strode slowly toward the two arguing men.
"Is that him, is it, is that what became of my son?" Yelled the stranger, as his use of the word "Son" drew from within my memories of a past existence, when such a word was a title for me.
"He is not your son anymore, he went through the Reformation Serum process and is permanently like the equine animal. He might recall who you were, but by his becoming an animal, a pony stallion, he lost his human rights and became as property that we, my dad and I own.
Just have a look at me, as I escaped from the research laboratory and arrived back home, me now as half man and half goat. Know this too, the Reformation serum given to me is still pulsing though my body, causing continued changes. In due time, maybe a year or two and like your son, I shall become a farm animal, me then a buck goat to relish having sex with any hot pussy willing to accept me!" Bobby told of his plight and comparing his future to my present self.
I believe from that anger verbal exchange I felt closer to Bobby, he helping me to realize that as he said, in due time he too would become but a farm animal.
"I want him to come home, his mother wishes her son to return home!" He who was my human father said, arguing the more irrational idea of me, a Dartmoor pony stallion going to live at a house in the suburbs, having a small lawn to suffice as my pasture to graze.
About then Mr. Thompson came out from the main house, and he joined with Bobby to argue as to me and my belonging, as owned.
"I can understand your love for your son, but to look at him as he is now, there is no family or species resemblance. We saved him from being sold to where they had plans to geld him, forcing him to live his life giving pony rides. Believe you me, he is happier to be here as owned by me and my son. Our stallion makes a willing stud, and has to date bred many a pony mare and seven jennet donkeys; so trust me he is very happy living here!"
The stranger who I thought then of as being my human father, did slack his arguing, and stood with his head bowed.
"I know about the Reformation serum, as I had an argument with the truck driver Randall. He attacked me with a large syringe, the same one that he injected but half of the normally required dose, as he injected me with some of the serum.
I tried to get medical aid, but the doctors attending me thought my illness as if it were something to laugh about. My maleness was first to change, as did my testicles swell larger, and my penis grew to dangle down a pant leg, grown to the length of eighteen inches.
My sense of smell now alerts me when I am close to any female in want or horny of need, I gain a massive erection that is a sheer embarrassment. My wife and I make love more now than when we were twenty years younger. She relishes the feel of my now pony size cock sliding deeply into her, and how I can thrusting, draw her and me to orgasmic delights, we mate three and five time almost every night.
Like what Bobby your son told of his slowly changing until he would become a buck goat, my contacting the research lab, was informed that anyone so injected with such serum would ultimately succumb to becoming as is an animal of a specified species. Given time, you might become the recipient of another Dartmoor stallion, me!" My dad said, as the more I listened to how he talked, the more I recalled his voice and style of talking to me.
I whinnied to my dad a stallion style greetings, prancing up to the pasture gate, me acting as delighted that he came to visit. Dad then stood by the gate and petting me, he spoke about mom and how they missed me being there at home. He talked to me for longer than an hour, with me snuffling or a whinny as if to show him I understood most of what he had to say.
During the father and son conversing, I became highly excited and therefore aroused, my cock dangling placid if bloated with a partial erection. I saw dad cast a look at my cock, and his conversing slowed as he likely compared what he grew and I had as my delightful toy.
We parted, as my mares called for me to rejoin my herd, as dad then walked back to his car, he talking with Mr. Thompson, as they shook hands as if to being agreeable about something.
Written by Vaulthurst
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