Runt waited, he watched the two friend being the horses he helped each to become, they in the throngs of mating. He smiled when Ron jerked his head up, a sign he was feeling the surge of his semen rushing out the distal end to that gloriously long, as large cock.
This was the first of such a joining as the beginning and during the coming years of their life, each remaining as the horse he, Runt knew how to create. "Go on, Ron don't stop after just one orgasm, begin your thrusting anew, do Mark again, you want it and so does Mark. You know who and what you became, but Mark lost his memories with his changing of gender.
Mark is a mare just like you are a stallion, with one distinct difference, and that is your friend feels a want from you to mate again, pressing her mind, degrading her to being as if born a mare, a ignorant, dumb, lusty female animal.
Indeed, both you and Mark are now and as to your futures, shall each remain an animal. Don't slow your thrusting, just listen and hear me. Mark is as you thrust she becomes more as a mare, wanting of little, delighting for the present the rich sensations of being fucked by her friend. Keep at her, thrust, push in, wiggle that cock deep as deeper, drive the last bit of male humanity from your friend; as when you feel sated as done mating with her, I want to know that the mind of Mark is as drained of every human thought!"
Runt walks then to standing beside Ron as he stood humped and thrusting his cock deep into his friend Ron. "As I gift you my touch, you feel that slight tingle, yes, I just endowed your loins with extra stamina, you could mate now with Mark several times and those big as growing now bigger balls shall not run dry.
I just made you as insatiable sexually, it has its pleasurable side, and a dire feeling for wanting of mating, as mating is what you shall feel a lusty want, like a born stallion when you smell the scent of mare urine, you will get an erection.
Now, thrust harder, as know that from my Imp knowledge, your friend Mark is gone, forgotten, only a lust mare stands under you, so treat her as you shall all the other mares you wanting, will breed!" Runt said, as damning Mark and cursing Ron, he as assured that neither shall never be as humans again. "Huh, dumb animals, fool humans given great gifts of knowledge and understanding, and what would they prefer but to be as animals, and lack rational thoughts, being not free but as owned, they becoming as slaves again; ha, ha, ha," Runt laughed at the irony, knowing how men had enslaved other men and women, those of their same kinds, and treated them worse than they did their animals.
Runt stood and thought about of those born in freedom, there were many young or old men and others as well, who through a degrading fantasy would wish, or willingly make their deal with Imps, devils and demon kind. Runt would laugh when he heard people beckon to become as of a different form only to become then as enslaved, owned by people, not having any rights, no possessions, wearing no clothes, and live the lifestyle like born beasts, fool humans would prefer to being, "Huh, how dumb is that!"