As he entered the cabin he was being stared at by everyone especially the mare girl who was biting her lip at the sight of him down on all fours clacking on the wood boards.
This prompted her to say.
Nice hands, care to share how they work with me?
If you come to my room, I can definetely show you how they work.
This prompted her to get up and come to his room where he found him standing in the middle of the room looking in another direction through the window.
She saw this and playfully climbed onto his back standing belly flat on his back with her head in sight of his forelegs.
Nice hands! she said jockingly, trying to get him to talk to her.
You don't even know. She remade me in the image of the animal I should have been born as.
And that animal is in your opinion a horse?
Yes, she gave me what I desired, another set of legs with which to live.
She jumped off his back and started looking at his backside.
You want to see how it is to live?
She got down in between his legs and started stroking him.
He started looking at the ceeling and for the first time since his change he sent out the impulse for his hands to clench. However this signal only ending up in his forehooves doing little in the way of movement. A remnant of the nerve paths that once led to his hands,which will forever end up as misfires.
The girl got him farely hard and then climbed on his bed and spread her legs wide open.
He climbed onto the bed placing his forehooves firmly between her hands and torso.
As he did this he tried to paw her breasts with one of his hooves. Going over them several times in this way. Making a mental note of only feeling resistance when he touched them with his hooves.
The girl grabbed his hoof and said, I don't think touching me with these will do you any good ever again.But if you insist come on grope me with them, open them up and grab my breasts.
This drove him insane the combination of trying to touch her and feel something was in conflict with what his hands had become. Hard keratin hooves, incapable of feeling touch.
I will never be able to feel the outside of you ever again due to these hooves. I am a beast of burden now, my hands are no longer meant for what you have in mind.
However I can still pleasure you.
As he said this he drove his equine shaft into her prompting her to hold on to his thick forelegs for support.