Snorting makes the heart grow fonder of this new form. You stand there trying to explain to yourself this new you while a flood of sensations plumet your brain.
As hoofs are tended to by the stableboy you look around and wonder why in the world you would give up living in human comforts and be in a dirty, filthy, stinking barn. The other horses stabled there let drop piles of manure bringing in flies the size of small Hummingbirds. They buzz about going from pile to pile enjoying there style of lunch. You watch and seeing one horse jump and kick out her hind legs as one fly lands, then crawls under her tail for a lick.
Your mind is thinking about comparisons of being human and becoming a horse. The grooming of your hoofs is also lulling you into a odd sense of enjoyment. It is as the stableboy begins to whalop your hoofs with a hammer the realization of being shoed with iron horseshoes settles the situation.
Iron horse shoes nailed to your hoofs is the last indignity you face before becoming a true animal. Its bad enough to be now naked to the world and have absolutly no privacy. The stableboy had pleasured your cock into two wonderous rounds of masturbation making you spew your seed onto the floor of the stable.
The delight in sensing the feel of your massive male organ dropping out the sheath is half worth the indignity of being a horse. Your tail too, is part of what it is to be animal but the feeling of it swishing and flicking brings you new sensual sensations.
The sensaul set aside, the realization of losing one's hands and their mobility makes it necessary to lower your head and foriage off the ground. Thick lips made like hands to reach out, gather in, and bring to your teeth that which your instincts remind you is food. Slurping up water into your huge mouth is yet another odd and horrid feeling when compared to drinking from a glass. The common civilized ways you learned from childhood of eating and hadling food is now gone and the way you eat is as basic as it gets for an animal.
Your shoes are now nialed to your hoofs. You stand and lift one hoof and then another feeling the added weight to each leg. It is the chuckle from the stableboy that turns your large head as you eye him enjoying your predicament.
Having become a mature horse right off the fact you tower over the stable boy would suggest you can do whatever you please.
A quick application of one halter made of tanned cowhide to your head is but another reminder of how you in time will heed the every whim of your master. The stableboy makes soft sounds of self humor as he works in past your thick lips a steel bar and its small linked chains. He attached this to a steel ring in your halter ans lets you agonize over having a bit in your new shaped mouth.
Your tongue gets trapped by this object of cold steeltucked in behind your front row of teeth. A mental struggle begins as you if human would reach up and rip this horrid thing from out your mouth. It pains you, making your gums bleed, and is the ultimate indignity yet.
Fighting the bit in your mouth you chew it as doing this makes it hurt. Your tongue is with working about the mouth suddenly trapped over the top of this steel thing, a moment of panic has the whites of your dark horse eyes showing what to others they ignor your terrors.
"Try to put your tongue under the bit and just leave it there, you will learn in time to except this small discomfort as it will be needed to guide your huge self in the way a rider of driver wishes his horse to go." says the stableboy as you cock a listening ear.
You have had just about enough of this and with a desire to leave and hopefully somehow return to what you were. Two steps to the left is all you get before a yank on that horrid bit forced by pain makes you stop and stand still.
"Leaving, I think not my friend! You haven't grasped the reality of this yet have you? Let me explain while my words still have meaning to you. As you can feel and see all so well you are not human anymore! You have become an animal in body and over the next few weeks your mind will degrade and a simple male horse will be what you shall live as for the rest of your life. I helped you to be a mature stallion and will help you along to know the lifestyle and it many pleasures of so being. You have to accept the bit and bridle now as you will be used as a saddle mount some of the time. It is your large size, long legs, and the breed to which you are now in tune, mostly you will be used in a team of other horses. A team member is what you shall learn to work and earn the right to live on as a horse and stallion. Now do be a good boy and walk there into your stall and learn, learn to obey!" says the stableboy to his newest horse.