Eric was feeling quite bonny being Bonnie the Clydesdale mare. What was human had become suppressed, and the equine boldness prevailed. A he becomes a she with remarkable ease, as what was sensual to a male is heightened to the female, and especially a mare. Orgasms may come and go, but in a mare each orgasm might last for thirty minutes of lusty euphoria. Mr. Marshall thought about what Eric was feeling, and knew all to well that the youth was equally as happy being a mare as he would a stallion.
Carl was the real exception to the human standards of moral ideals battling immoral perversions. He saw his friend Jacob as quite happy being a horse, a stallion, and not bothered by human social morays. Jasper felt not an inkling of humiliation by boldly displaying his majestic big horse cock in public, where either man or woman could see. He wanted to be a horse, and came knowing as hoping for a chance to be, as feel what it was like living for a while as do an animal. Carl chose wisely, requesting the halter belonging to a pedigree Clydesdale stallion. He wanted to be a friend to Carl, to enlighten him as to what it felt to mate, both as horses, mating!
The concerns and worries about what to use as an excuse to need tell the parents or the police was the big cog in the reality of two horny friends. As then Mr. Marshall gained a thought, as he had in his possession the clothing of both boys. He pondered the idea of placing the clothes where the local teens would go for a swim along the Hobo river. There was a rope swing and fairly often someone would go flying into the water and get hurt or not resurface. "What if it appeared that both Carl and Eric went swimming and they drowned?"
It seemed as a good possible excuse to give worried parents, while he could then keep the boys to being horses, and use each as either a stud or brood mare!