"Furry, damn just my luck to offer a contract to animal lover," grumbled Flora.
"You brought out my distant past debauchery, as obvious from you repeating it, scoffing about you desire of a male, as male anything with a cock long enough, as big around, certainly if Mike were alive still and here, his would thrill you!" Daring, you chide the she-devil, as if you might get something more to your liking, by mocking her.
Flora stands with her arms crossed and eyeing you with an ever increasing sly look, that begins to bother you.
"Pony stallions were your preferred fare, and of what I have seen of damned furry minded humans prancing about in Hell, they traded their soul to become as a animal in life, and remained a animal in death. Indeed, Shire stallions and Percheron studs all have big cock, and those on a pony are not any that big." Flora said, she offering some argument to your daring chided remarks.
Well," you say, you walking around Flora as if by looking at this lusty female, her large, tapered breasts with slightly up-turned nipples that to you remind as akin to Doe-goat teats. She has sexy curves to her body and long legs, her feet ending in dainty cloven hooves. "I never, no never thought to pray and see a she-devil like you so willing to grant me my dire most sexual fantasy!"
"Say what there foolish man, do you think I might gift you a horse cock for a year, well forget that notion!" Flora said as she begins to march in a circle around where you stand. "You though, I think should show me some of your techniques, but not with me, as you are a furry lover, correct?
Correct or not, as close your eyes and stand your place, as we are on the move to where and when you shall show some of that male know-how!"
A sudden spiral of air rushes up to encircle you, holding you captive, as a sense of movement follows, like flying and feeling ants all over your body.
"WHAM!"
"SLAM-BAM," and you arrive to seated on your naked butt, as being totally naked, not a stitch of clothes remain, even your shoes are gone.
"What the... Hel...p me up will you!" You said, as almost made mention of that overly warm final resort. As then to ask your she-devil woman to offer you a helping hand to rise as stand.
"Where are we..., hey I remember this place, it is Mr. Lander's pony barn. So for what gay reason are we here?" You asked, as turning you see Mr. Lander, as he is gawking a stare at you.
"I thought you were skulking about, as much heard the ponies stirring, acting as if nervous, then too, Mike seems to like walking around all day letting his black beauty hang as swing. You like my ponies to come here and getting naked, is it the mares you love, or the stud his cock?" The usually nice man you recall as then oddly brash and spiteful toward you now; as why not, seeing his young follower as standing butt naked in the barn, at night, and doing who knows what.
Mr. Lander then walks to the old as rusted wall-hung medicine cabinet he kept his few equine remedies for when his ponies had a need, or injury. You watch as he takes hold of a brown glass bottle, as then turns to glare a look at you, as nods his head, closing the cabinet door.
"Here, drink this, take it, now do as I said, yes drink it, drink it and we shall end your skulduggery!" Mr. Lander said, as you never recall of anything like this situation happening, yet the she-devil is gone and your butt is feeling the chilly night air.
You drink down the contents of the bottle and while holding the bottle, you look at Mr. Lander, as see a maniacal grin grow across his face. "How you feeling there boy?" Your mentor friend did ask, and you standing before him was about to say, "Just fine," when you felt a burning in your guts.
You dropped the brown glass bottle, but it did not break on the cement barn floor, but at the last seconds before it it, the bottle slowed its fall and slowly settled to the floor.
"Poison," you asked as said?
"No, not really, although what you are at the present is not what you shall be come the morning. Now be quick to note, what do you see around you that is different?"" Mr. Lander asked, as your guts feel like you swallowed a bit of Hell.
"What is different, me, as poisoned," you said, as Mr. Lander began to laugh a laugh similar to how Flora laughed.
"What, ugg...," you groaned.
"Look here, as this stall holds Mona, and here is Sally, Fire the American Shetland has this stall, and between him and Mike, who owns that stall?" Mr. Lander asked so nicely.
You look around as reply, "Nobody, the stall you use for guest mare brought her for breeding..., no, oh no, you would not to me, would you?"
"It seems the perfect sort of torture for a young foolish human, as he changes species through the night, becoming a Shetland pony, but changed of gender, being a mare. Now then, as much as you are a mare, and feeling estrus, by being a changeling mare you cannot become pregnant, you will feel the dire want of a mare in heat, as as a mare, feel what it is to have Mike's cock rammed in, as him thrusting, left in a corral with Mike for two weeks of day and night fornicating!
Perfect for a cock loving mare cunt tickling nitwit like you!" Mr. Lander said, he damning you to two weeks of night and day, constant mating, his twenty inch big fence post of a cock rammed up, in and thrusting, pumping his hot semen, making you more horny, you wish you never signed that contract.
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