At first the idea of having become that wonderful male animal had me all enthoused. I was in many ways letting what I had fallen into just take me and make whatever it willed. Whether instincts, yes I'd say must have been instincts which drove me to make advances upon the mare.
You'd know the nibbling lips, nickkering, pressing my head and face into her neck, down her shoulder, along her ribs. I was doing the common actions a stallion takes when courting his mare. All these before those moments were of nothing I ever knew, being of course that I was a city kid and never lived around any farm.
So like I said my actions were those of a empassioned stallion trying his best to mate with a mare. Those action and more yet which being a husband and family man were never once considered as part in part of making love. Yet I did do them, strange sniffing of the raw scents emitted out of that mare. The curling of my upper lip as if it helped increase the realization of her scent. Worse yet was to actually lick her juices seeping and running out of her and down the hairy buttocks, oh such vile things it makes me sick just to say them out loud!
But I did, and when standing up high on rear legs my maleness swaying about the farm owner stepped up to guide my massive shaft to its mark.
The feeling I told you when early on I touched the shaft making quite the mess. This too caused a simular reaction and while mounted over the mare I did feel each spurting flow of my semen. It was a wild time which took so much out of me I collapsed after stepping away and off that mare.
Now then and since that fated day I have been used on an every other day basis as a stud animal. Without any doubt this has been for me a curse and not the wonderous time that Chinese Proprietor might have thought I'd enjoy.
Who can say what my wife has thought, her husband goes off on a crazy trip and never returned home again. She wonders if I'm dead of run off to find true love?
Love I found none, lust and passion were discovered but they offer little value to one's life. The first full year here I felt as if the mare's really accepted me as their stallion stud and friend.
What a fool, those mares can not begin to feel gratitude, love in the human since, not even a little consideration for the stud!
So then Doctor it has come to you I now confide in by showing off this strange ability to speak. A Connemara stallion pony stands here, who began life as a human. I was changed by the wierd science of some far Eastern master of evil. The result to my body was the degrading from human excellence to one of a basic animal used as one of the beasts of burden.
My mind is clear, my thoughts still human though the questing instincts continue to make enroads on my person. I do what is considered proper by equine courtship rites. I eat, graze, drink, and have common bodily needs as any other equine in the world.
Yet I speak, whinnie, nickker, and scream when the pangs of beastly life gets to be overwhelming.
So you a Doctor of Veterinary medicine I now plead with, this animal here pleads with you, please put me down! All is too much for the human side of me to bare, please put me dowm!
As an animal having sex gives me worth but my human self can stand this battle of whit verse instincts no more, please put me down!
An animal has no will, no rights, I was a human with rights to live and now the will to die. If I owned an animal it would be in my right to have the animal put down, please put me down!
Please will you heed my beckoned plead, I beg of you let this horror not continue, let the suffering stop, put me down!