“What’s your name kid, mine s Jacob, Jacob Risen, and my horse I named as Francis after the Saint Francis, the patron saint guardian of animals. “ The man said, as Ken replied telling of his name.
“I raised this horse, having bathed him from being a colt to becoming a stud stallion. We are as true friends, as Francis acts more like a dog than a common horse. You mentioned that what you first told me was not the whole truth about your friend; so what is the unsaid truth?”
Ken informed Mr. Risen about the weird computer game and generally how it worked for Jeff, and as how he foolishly became to find himself as merged with the genitals of Francis the horse. Ken told of how he could ask questions and Jeff by blinking his eyes three times for a Yes answer and twice for a
No reply, that through lengthy progressive questions asked the truth became as known.
Ken told of how he searched and discovered the name of Jeff, having questioned his sister, as she had examined the perverse program and read of what her brother though of would not work for real, but did!
Ken and Mr. Risen conversed into the early hours of the next morning, as the horse owner found himself feeling stupid for questioning the sheath and penis of his stallion.
Jeff through the questions as posed to him conveyed to his two friends the idea he felt oddly comfortable being as a mindset lodged into the equine genitals. It was a foolhardy ploy to test the game, but lonely as he often felt, his lifestyle was that of enjoyment of sensual feelings; some good and others as vile.
Mr. Risen asked of Ken as for how long of duration that Jeff chose would he reside in his present degraded state. Ken explained about the cat walking across the keyboard and by wild luck she changed the settings from irreversible to 14 years, 43 days, 13 hours, and 13 minutes. As that was the scheduled time limit with one proviso, and that being the computer is never shut down. The realization by Jeff of his perspective time being as a horse cock caused in him a reason to become as aroused; bloating big his cock body, maybe due to a sense of horror.
Mr. Risen suggested that considering the circumstances about Jeff, his friend Ken was welcome to come and visit anytime, day or night. He did say that from that day and to the future, every time his stallion would breed a mare, he would think of Jeff and the erotic sensations he must feel when slid inside a mare and his horse host would begin thrusting. Youth and man shook hands on the deal about Jeff; although Mr. Risen said he had trouble believing and rationalize why anyone would prefer to become the genitals and penis to a horse.
Ken received the offer to come and watch when Francis the stallion was scheduled to breed a mare owned by Mr. Risen’s friend. Suggesting that Ken could play a role in the breeding process, and get a close up view of his friend doing what was his purpose in life. Ken smiled and agreed, he thanking Mr. Risen for having an open mind about Jeff and him as being there to be of a help and source of comfort to Jeff.
Jeff listening through the horse above and becoming as aroused and his cock body made erect, the continued discussion about his situation worked to arouse Francis to begin an equine style of masturbating while Ken and Mr. Risen were kneeling beside a stiff horse cock.
All that time until morning and when Mr. Risen came to the barn to feed his horse the morning rations of grains, he noticed the stallion cock as still erect and the stud horse wagging with his stout libido the likely elated, as youthful entity living inside his masculine cock.
Ken questioned Jeff before he left the barn and had to laugh at the thought his visit and the consoling of an angry horse owner seemed as funny. He thought that Jeff felt happier because he stuck free his small tongue to give a lick out to the lips of his round piss hole. The move came as a reply to Ken asking Jeff if he felt better, more content.
As Ken walked home in the early morning dark, he began to fantasize, thinking about his trying the game and for a few hours time become as the cock of a horse or the cunt of a mare. He arrived home to find a note lying on the kitchen table, as it read, “I will let you sleep late considering, and you need a good excuse for being gone all night!”