You need to excuse your later arrival at the breakfast table, but with a half turn your mature pont tail flicks to your delight. Those seated there take some exception to your tail poked out of a hole cut in some dress trousers. Even one volunteer leaves having maybe second thoughts about owning one soon of their own.
Hungry as hell you wolf down three plates of eggs, bacon, and odd for you a fair load of fruits and cold veggies. Your belly full it is suggested you do some excersize and build your body with what all you ate.
A reasonable suggestion one thinks and returning to your room to redress for a jogging run there comes a surprise.
Pulling off your shirt it leaves a bare chest but its different than when you dressed for breakfast just and hour ago. You touch the skin with one hand smoothing it down over pecks and belly. The skin has begun to change being now more like a soft leather in texture and darker in color.
You turn and see your back as well its more than dark, its black!
Out of the darkened skin and starting at the shoulder blades is the first stubble hairs of a mane. You brush your hands over this making you shiver with sensual delights. One thinks you should be upset but the feel of this change is so sensual its making you want it even more.
Out you go on a fast jog about the Foundation's grounds. A half mile along you don't feel winded, actually the sensation is one of thrill in the physical experience of running.
You pick up the pace and run past others younger than you as they eye you oddly. Cares are tossed to the breeze as you run faster and faster the manner in which you run makes even you marvel. One mile, then two, three, four, and you still feel fresh and able to keep going.
"Stop, stop, stop, says a voice you know all too well, as coming around a corner you meet the Doctor in his speedy golf cart.
Breathing fast and deep you stand there by the cart as the Doctor gives you a learned eye.
"Get in and sit for a while." he says it but the sound is more of an order.
You flop down on the hard plastic seat only to jump up from a shape pain caused by a tail you had forgotten. A slow and more easy seating is done as the tail moves by your thoughts allowing room for it too.
"I think you have over done yourself in running this day, please do return back to the mansion and get some rest." says the Doc but it is said rather forced and like an order again.
The ride is bumpy and as you sit there the reasons for the Doctor to suggest you retun to your room becomes plain. The liquid you drank to change the skin from human to equine has done its work. You are now black as the ace of spades. Your mane has flurished being many inches long now draped down along your neck.
You have time to look elsewhere and notice right off your tennis shoes are gone. Your socks are a tattered mess as in place of toes is now a solid pony sized hoof and a fetlock having long feathering hairs.
Pointing to your hoofs the Doctor smiles acknowledging your new parts but letting find out later your face has begun to change too.
You ask to be allowed into the mansion by a back entrance. The Doctor instead drives to a building looking like the stables at a horse race track. He suggests in kind and considerate way it time you moved your residence to a place which fits you better.
The smell of other horses, hay, even manuer seems oddly comforting to you. One agrees with the Doctor and steps out the golf cart to be escorted to a box stall its floor covered in straw and cedar shavings.
Standing in the center of your box stall it has some equine comforts but is still somewhat forgien. A suggestion which bothers your morals is made you strip naked and begin to become accustom to being that way.
Little by little things come off as you see that your blackened skin is now well coated with a bright and shiny coat of golden hairs. Your white tail is now graced by a white mane giving you a wonderous look. Quickly the clothing is disgarded and you stand naked but thrilled at what you see. You gender parts too are changing becoming very equine in color first but now in size as well.
Its not long before the Doctor slips away and you are left alone. Things feel so different and with your transformation to pony the thoughts of morals any morals seems now foolish. Touching yourself is a wonderful sensation as soon your nestled into the straw and cedar shavings as fingers still human begin to masturbate your sex.
Moaning and groaning your sounds are making some of the horses nearby uneasy. They being once like you can still remember those first few days when sexual pleasure was all one could think about. Like the Doctor explains to most the body within transformation increases the libido making the need to fuck. It was at those times the muscular and bone shifts occured. The subject desires sex, sex creates the transformation changes and increases the need for sex. The need to rut is so useful!
His words roll over and over in your mind as the sexual urge builds and builds till you would wish to fuck or be fucked by anything alive or dead.