A mild rainy day it was when Marge torn open the letter just recieved for Prince Daniel. Her love for Daniel was about as perverted as his for her. Both in the experiment they were looking forward to living a mare and her stallion, together.
Daniel stood eager to hear his father's response to the last letter he had sent explaining what he had in mind to do.
"Here we go Daniel!" said Marge as she snuggled her rounded hairy butt into the thick layers of straw that made up Daniel's box stall.
Daniel: I'm writing you this letter with hope of reaching your most personal thoughts. I was appalled of what you have gotten yourself into this time!
As per your letters, especially the last one, it would seem you do not plan to ask the Professor about changing back into my Son. In fact the last letter which Marge explained you sexual conquesting as a stallion, was more than I can bear.
I've been to the Doctor and he's prescribed me some pills. Your situation seems to boil down to the lusty beast form you now have become, and wish to stay. Well my gut feeling is to damn you to the life of this Dartmoor stallion, and leave you to graze and mount.
Oh but that is too easy for you, and I can't allow you to just throw away all of your family on this bestial whim. Your Mother has taken this to the church, they too asked what might the Lord think of your lost circumcision. The Priest's thoughts on the matter are as damning as my own.
Now that you have attained animal form and lost even your circumcision being that pony stallions don't have or need such, he'd leave you to be an animal and remain the stallion till death. Mother has come to the conclusion that since you lost your virginity by having sexual relations with an animal, your circumcision lost it being the sign of the covenant with Abraham, we believe you have become a lost soul.
I tend to agree, you have lost your soul. Casting away your very family and heritage, if you go off to live in England, I consider my son Daniel as if he were dead! I would not want to hear from you ever again, your dead to me, I have no Son.
More-over I don't want to have a stallion as part of my families' heritage!
You have lost yourself to the sexual lusts of this animal form. Due to this reason and with this one thing in mind I'd never condone a marriage between you and Marge or even a true human girl.
Prince Daniel, the Dartmoor Stallion, I call you that since your not my Son any longer!
Daniel, was your human name and my middle name, worthy it was for my son, but never would I grant it to some beast!
Well, in closing I wish you a long life remembering your dashed parents, let the memories of us be a curse to him who would rather swish his tail, be erect in public, and mate with any female that would pay for the delight.
Good Bye,
Dad and Mom
Marge was about in tears as she read the letter to Daniel. She remembered a sinular letter coming from her widowed mother to a daughter planning to give up her total future.
Daniel walked in slow circles, his thinking ability still very human unless the scent and urge drove him sexually mad. A snort or two of disgruntiled feelings, his one good plan to ease the financial burden of his education from off cash strapped parents, now they would consider him as if he was dead.
Stopping to stand near his sweetheart, Marge sat there legs spread apart as her transitioning legs felt better that way when seated. It launched out her scent to anyone close and for Daniel it was the richest smelling of perfume.
His mind a whirl fro Dad's letter and his desire to continue the enjoyments while making money, his muzzle slipped into Marge's crotch for a sniff, a lick, and some fun.