The fog clears and what seemed as if falling through the gates of hell becomes even more real and just as terrible.
You take a big breath and sigh it out as a cool breeze tingles your body. Its dark and your standing there in the darkness feeling odd.
A look around you see large wooden slats fencing you in on three sides. They rise up higher than your head and run just off the floor. It is the floor which takes your attention. You see in the dank light what looks like straw.
One sniff of the air gives you a thought of passive delight as if this is yours and you are home.
Your mind seems to know this place and a warm comfie' feeling prevails. A look behind you proves to bring on a feeling of terror as one notes your body to now be long and dark.
Oggling with one eye your body looks oddly familier yet at the same time seems strange. A deep breath and another sigh brings out a snorting sound which you recognize as a animal sound.
Now feeling nervous and strange brings on a sensation of plain horror that you have fallen into hell and passed through the gates there of becoming something you were not! It is the sight of one's swishing nervous tail that proves to a wondering mind its demise.
A movement and part turn of your body make peering down its long length easier. Your belly bulges out, while one's rump stands high in the air. The moving of your right leg makes one draw back to facing forward again.
You just saw the hind leg of an animal, a horse? It moved seemingly at your mental thought and you feel it as if it were yours. As thoughts gather and your belly grumbles you absent of mental thought dip your head into the haynet hung before your face. A reaching pair of thick lips gathers into the mouth sweet stalks of hay. Your mouth munches on this and large flat teeth grind it into a thick juicy paste.
"What?" you suddenly question your actions and movement.
Nervousness comes back full force as one swallows down a mouth of well chewed hay. A warm and fuzzy sensation moves over your entire form as if memories of other times and days gone by rush into your most personal thoughts.
Lowering your head brings the sight of strong well boned forelegs, solid neatly shaped hoofs, and the memory of being shod.
"NO!" you'd have screamed if being human but instead it roars out past one's lips as a raw and ragged whinny.
The sudden and obvious fact you are in this personal hell and have become both animal and horse is all now too real. Breathing rapidly the thought of life as an animal while still being of human mind, and human of thought makes you feel the curse.
Then a happy thought of remembered times when watching horses and stallions to be sure, their cocks were long and huge giving great sexual satisfaction. You body being that of a horse was going to be fun, an odd way for hell to work things out but you wouldn't want to complain.
The sound of footsteps coming turns your head.
"Its time, they want you now in Kingdom's Hall!" says a dark figure.
The snap of a link to your halter reminds one of being a horse has straps which bind and hold this great sensual body in check. Your nervous fears vanish as walking down the stable isle other horses whinny. Feelings of grandure and a life of wild sensual and enormus sexual delights makes one giggle with joy at being tossed into this Hell.
Suddenly your eyes are assulted by the brillance of bright light. You look around but wish at the moment you had not seen who was watching. Monsters, Demons, and evil looking creatures more terrible than the slime ole' Milton told would cling to the walls of hell.
A demand and you are held in place by two clawed huge hands holding your halter. You try not to look at this scale covered monster as even his horrid breath make you sick.
"Bring on the winner!' came a booming demand from one up seated in the gallery.
Applause and sounds of monsters cooing out their delights makes you shudder.
Suddenly the feeling of someone's hot breath touches your butt. You try to turn your head and see but those two strong hands grip ever tighter your halter. It is the slamming feeling of a heavy weight forced over the length of one's back which makes your wonder what demonics will happen to you now?
It is the prodding of a hot poker into your rump which makes for your head to droop low. A peering look backwards offers the sight of extremely strong equine hind feet and large hooves. The feet dance about as if eager to do what their owner might desire.
"Oh unholy Hell!' your mind screams in silence as the hot rod of the animal standing over your back rams in.
A strange sudden passion for being fucked and screwed to within an inch of death rushes over your body and mind. The feeling of some huge meaty male organ rammed into your hot body brings on sensations you never had before or thought you might enjoy.
Applause, screams and catcalls prevail as this male behind you begins a rythum of thrusting in and then pulling it back for wild feelings of pleasure.
"What!" you suddenly realize as being there a horse fucked in the presence of Satan means for you your a mare made for breeding.
Feelings of tears one would have expected to well up, but are not the ways of a mare. Your body is being raped by some massive cock as the force thrills your equine self and the human part abhores this rank feeling.
On and on it continues as your body's first thrill now turns to feelings of drained lust and a desire this was all over.
"Worry not my pretty, this is what you are and to be as our Master does demand. To be fucked is your duty now, and hour after hour new changlings and or Demons themselves will come into this ring and fuck you blind. You can not die, the feelings, pangs, and desires only a mare in rank heat would know is yours to live day in and day out till and for time without end !" chides the creature holding you in place.