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I stood there happy still while trying to flaunt my sexual form when from the back of my tainted mind returned a reminder for me to get home on time. My face must have foretold what I pondered as Miss Smyth smiled at me.
"Wait until your father gets home! Is that not what you would expect your mother to say, and when she takes her first look at this new you?
Well as you have changed, so also did your world. You are not that wholesome son, but instead are their wayward bastard Pony-girl daughter. A sexual slut is what your father speaks of when he refers to his promise or keeping and owning you.
You as you are came from his disgusting past, a vain and foolish moment in his life. He with his own sexual desires running wild did flirt with a female animal and from it did miraculously foster a bestial bastard child from a pony mare.
Yours is a sickness and a freak show all rolled into one slim and sexy package. A voluptuous young woman, kept from roving eyes, home schooled by a disgusted mother, you are really a horny pony mare blended into one body.
That true you is gifted with a sadistic mind, lusting with insatiable desire for anything sexual, or to be mounted, thrusting, mating, or to feel the bliss of the suckling on a teat by some lusty male, that is the new you!
Go now, your mother almost expects what she will see, as her adopted daughter returns home after another afternoon orgy. Your body shall reflect that sexual sensation, the smell of equine sweat, and the foaming froth there about the furred vagina, all is that and more will drive you to be more mad for sex and its pleasures.
Run now, head homeward and forget about Charlie, as his parents now never knew he even existed. He is now a bull with no past except that still floating about in his young bovine mind and memories!" Miss Smyth said, she doing the cursing, damning, sending a young mind to live a perverse life in a body made from and for perversion; me the world's first true Pony girl.
Home I went, coming face to face with she who was as my sister, did eye me, smiling she had her own words to describe the pony slut she hated. That done, I walking on hoof over wood flooring to the garage door entrance to the house, did see there she, my own mother, did gawk as scowl at me and then burst into tears.
I wanted to say something, this being what was then me was all alright, but odd and out of character I walked past her with such rank snobbery and heading for the bathroom and a hot cleansing shower.
Oh but the warm water only brought back those sexual pangs, wilder, and hotter that those who came before. The removable shower head I squirted up into my fur lined pussy. Moaning from the sensation I hunched down and tucking pressed it the streaming hot hose into that sensual slit. It flushed out all that was frothing in my sex, masturbating me into feeling such an orgasm I screamed! Breathing heavily I removed the hose slowly, reattaching it to the shower head, then began to rinse and wash my hairy body, Flicking the long black pony mane as if it were long head hair.
I quick memory of that afternoon, of Charlie feeling what I felt and found so enthralling, was just the beginning of what was to become the new me. Stiffening my stance, feeling the flood of warm water running the sensual length of my hairy form, I called out, cried to Miss Smyth, begging her, to stop this terrible curse.
Then as if my mind accepted the change of gender again, I felt that being as a sleek and sexy creature was to be great fun, I smiled, thinking of seductive thoughts.
As from out of steamy air in the shower stall I heard her say," "Why should I, you are as nasty as was Charlie, now both of you can feel what it is to be nasty, beastly of nature and form. A year, one full year of being what you are now will satisfy my anger. Oh, by the by, your parents plan to send you to a private sanitarium, you can understand why, and once there this pony-girl self will be thought of as an easy bet! Wild for sex with any male, your life will be one of continued mating, sex orgies, and one-night stands. For as much as you have sex, you can never become pregnant. No, but in place of this your mind will bend, thoughts twisting as will be of one thing and that as a passion to be mated, suckled, and done often!"
Therefore, my life became a reflection of the form I was made to wear. As given to be a Pony-girl, but from the daily regime of sex, and more sex with men, and male animals, my mind twisted and I began only thinking of myself as a Pony girl first and a changed teenager second. The drive for sexual lust filled my every waking hour. At night when I slept the juices flowed, my pussy was sopping wet, and come morning so was the bed. Awakening one morning I even found myself to have dreamed I used the bedpost to fuck me, and awoke still hung over it. Laughing, I masturbated myself into a wild frenzy, until I should get hornier than when I went to bed the night before.
Cocks, cocks, and more cocks, horse cocks, goat cocks, doggy cocks, bull cocks, ram cocks, boar cock; any ole cock will do as long as it is big or long! My passion took from me my every waking thought. Lust and the seeking for sensual pleasure was on my mind and it alone woke me, worked me, and sent me longingly back to bed.
Written by Kevin Rooste
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