The attendants got you over to the run in where the Vet had come to give you a quick exam. Vicky was present...you were thankful for that; your animal mind forgetting how it had loathed her only yesterday now looked to her for comfort and guidance. You were still within scent of the stallions, in fact there was more musk odor here. Jerry, your soon to be mate, was busy bringing the only other remaining Men-Turned-Filly, Christine, into her destined role. Christine had seemed resigned to it, you remembered now that he had been a sort of beta male as a human...still, you were jealous right now watching as Jerry pushed, leaned and even nipped when necessary to line him up. You were bigger than Christine...a tentative human glimpse of the aesthetics of Jerry clambering up onto your back blushed you in humiliation. Even atop Christine he was not imposing. Mounted on you he would look absolutely comical, though as heavenly Vicky had counseled you he would 'get what he wanted' by force of personality if no other way...you had seen Michelle's battle scars from her resistance. In the end she had succumbed to his fleshy probe.
And now you watched it sway and slap around Christine's rump in search of her opening. You found yourself wondering why she didn't work to make herself more accommodating? She was the female after all, it was her job to facilitate Jerry's pleasure; your dull mare's mind analyzed and came up with several options for how you would present less of a challenge for a male's penis to find and insert into your body. Vicky was there stroking...your head...and encouraging and soothing. You wondered why she hadn't stroked your minge this day. Looking at her you tried to figure that out...why hadn't she teased your quim? You'd hated her doing it for so long, but now that she didn't you wondered.
Would you not be bred? You softly but plaintively vocalized for her attention there. 'Please!' your mind begged Vicky's ministration to your cunt. She was distracted, paying attention to your plight as the Vet spoke telling her that you would never be able to bear the weight of a stallion without high risk of injury to you and/or your mate for the next two to three days.
Your mewling grew more insistent and she finally took notice. When she did it was with an understanding that you were anxious to get up and be able to be put into service under Jerry.
He had finished inside Christine, newly minting her as a permanent harem member to some stallion Master...finished long enough now to friskily be on the hunt for his next piece of strange. However, the Vet noted that not only would your foreleg not handle the weight of a stallion and tension required to push backward against his thrusts and ramming, but that you were no longer frothing for a prick at this point. It occurred to you that it must only be a few hours until you would become a man again. All you had to do was hold off being bred a little while and you would revert back to your humanity.
You look over at Jerry. His agitation tells you that you are desired by him...this perks you up a bit but something is wrong; you don't feel the same need as before. You look at Vicky, she's concerned as she talks with the Vet. You long for her to look over at you and smirk in that way she has of doing when she knows your true intentions better than you do...at the same time you understand that things are serious. You can't mate right now...a little wave of panic runs through you. You can't mate today! But why is that thought mixed at all? Shouldn't this be all blessing? It's what you've struggled against the entire time, what you have fought Vicky every moment on...and there she is...Vicky, not the hard edged Alpha woman you've pitted yourself against. She is Vicky, high school volunteer...in two years she'll just be entering college. Vicky, the closest thing to an owner you have ever known; still in high school and a natural with animals like you.
You hobble over to her, which gets immediate attention.
"What is it girl? What's going on Princess?"
You feel an excitement at her calling you 'girl' and 'Princess'...you still don't want that...not really. But you want Vicky. It's obvious to you she is so out of your league, 30-ish human male or equine female, so you know wanting her cannot take any real physical form. It can take the form of pleasing her. You glance over at Jerry. They are getting him to take him back to his stall. You whinny and frantically shake your head at Vicky and the Vet.
"This is so unfortunate." the Vet frowns, "She really wants it. Such fickle, emotional creatures..." she's shaking her head. Vicky reaches out to take your head. You vocalize and use every indicator you're aware of to try to express your wish to go to Jerry and copulate...you break and try and run to where he is. Seeing you Jerry rears up, struggling against the trainers but they were prepared for this. Especially with Jerry's reputation of aggressiveness toward mares in heat...and you are in heat; you know it, you've just lost the maddening, sopping wet pools of cunt juice level of need because of your accident and injury. The more you tried to focus on arousing your lust the more anxious you become. It's like a cycle...like you've heard and read human females describe around orgasms; the more you want and obsess over having one the further you recede from achieving one.
The Vet and Vicky are trailing you, Vicky signals Jerry's attendees to hold him there and you reach him. There's a sort madness in his eyes, he's out of his mind to have you. You look over at Vicky and the veterinarian pleading for just a chance...one mounting...you strain for some way to convince them it will be alright to submit to Jerry for one fucking. You think to get down to kneeling to Vicky but that thought is quickly banished...however your head is lowered...there is Jerry...stretching your neck, craning it to just reach you extend your tongue...some memory of Jessica your old girlfriend, now sought after mare, leaks into your brain. It was once, when she rejected your request for giving you head making it clear that she was not turned on by sweaty balls anywhere near her face...now here you were, not even fully female, making the effort to bring your tongue to the shaft of the stallion you hoped to entice to fuck you; his fourth mate for the day. Some girls knew what they had to do, as Vicky had said earlier.
And Vicky did notice. You felt her hand along your flank.
"Awww...Princess, I'm so sorry." You continued working your tongue on Jerry's shaft ingesting the sticky drying juices of the three other mares as the trainers struggled to hold Jerry in place and took hold of you, moving you away from the sex crazed stallion.
"Put him away guys. He's so fuck happy he'll kill her if he gets to her. I'm not sure what she's doing. I've never seen a Male-To-Filly so greedy for the transformation before...it's beyond instinct now with her."
"What do you mean?" Vicky asked.
"I mean she's in heat, yes; but that fall distracted her and her lubrication has all but dried up..." the Vet started
"But she obviously wants it!"
"I know...and from what you told me a minute ago that's changed from just this morning."
"She was giving him a blow job! You saw it...that mare, Princess, she wanted nothing to do with a stallion. I had to hang the threat of his girlfriend remaining a mare if he didn't cooperate over his head just to get the simplest cooperation and now he's sucking a horses dick he's so eager to be fucked into a mare? Why can't we let him?"
As your mind raced their arguments faded from my hearing...you needed to be taken! Vicky wanted this for you. Frantically looking around, not for an escape now, you saw a little donkey across the pasture.
It hurt like hell but you started a trot toward him...at least you hoped it was a 'him'. It was!
By the time Vicky and the others including the vet reached the donkey you had already rubbed your vulva in his face and were now trying to get your tongue to do it's job on his penis.
Vicky was the first to pick up on it. "I see what she's doing...she wants to have the donkey fuck her. It's a lot smaller, could she? She can, right? He doesn't weigh enough to hurt her does he?"
"Smart girl." the Vet noted, "Maybe not smart enough though. Do you remember what her expiration time was estimated at?"
"Who cares? We'll just get him up onto her. They can breed...he's not a mule, he produces sperm he can cum in her and complete the process!"
"I know, technically you're right." she stopped and focused on Vicky "Have you ever seen donkeys mate a mare? Or just another donkey for that matter?"
"No..." Vicky was hesitant to find out why that mattered.
"Well, if you have you'd know why it matters how much time he has 'til expiration." Vicky didn't say anything, just stared at the Vet. "They take forever."
"Like hours...or days or something?" Vicky asked
"No...hours. Not days."
One of the men came forward and asked to speak with the Vet. He had experiences dealing with and breeding donkeys where he was from. He thought it could be done.
Often it was the mare that contributed to the problems..but this mare? He laughed, "Zorra cachonda!"
Vicky and the Vet looked at each other, then around at the group...
"He calls her a horny bitch." one of the men explained.
"It's more what he wants though, right now..." the Vet opined, though she did note his vaginal lubricants were beginning to flow messily again. She spoke with the man and after a little while announced, "Let's go for it. Your Princess is one persistent horse he wants to get something inside him bad. Whatever it is that's motivating him it must be powerful. I remember him coming in, he didn't seem to want to be feminized one bit. I have to tell you Vicky, you have a way with these animals. You ought to really think about Vet school. I will definitely write you a recommendation if you decide that's what you want to do."