Twelve days and no Rene came to do her morning chores; instead, her father did what was necessary, but had no smile and failed to talk or say anything. The sudden lack of Rene bothered Cindy, she the mare that helped coax Hank to leap the proverbial fence and accept his being a pony stallion. As night came and nobody came to the pasture gate, this worried Hank to the point of his calling for Rasputin to appear.
“Yes, and a good evening my Master, you are looking well, and Miss Cindy too, do you have a need,” asked a prudent, but treacherously daring devil-Familiar?
“Has something happened too Miss Rene, we have not seen her for twelve days and…,” Hank asked, but saw then an evil sneering grin come across the face of Rasputin. “What did you do,” asked Hank?
“Quite basically along the lines of what you and I spoke of, having Miss Rene begin dreaming at night the way you think about her during every day when your mounted, thrusting, and mating with Missy Cindy. Lucky for you that your one mare here is barren, you can fuck with her ten times each day and she cannot bear a foal. Odd though, as mares timely come into estrus with urges to breed, and your Miss Cindy, well she feels her desire to breed on a daily basis; lucky you!
Miss Rene is close to having a nervous breakdown, her equine passions dreams have spurred her to try as cope by buying a pony size dildo, and she masturbating herself. She feels a sense of equine estrus, and is not enjoyably satisfying her passions; as now if thinking more about her and you coming together, just that she hasn’t contemplated of how to make it safely happen. A harshly distracted and horny woman is equal to a nasty mare feeling her estrus; they do become vicious.
Now my Master is a fine time for you to speak to her, or make a wish that I offer her a thrilled method for becoming a pony mare; but from her mother’s heritage, Rene then would be an anthro-pony, Dartmoor breed, perfect of height for your ability to mounting her. She is primed to accept such a suggestion, as might come to you and begging, wishing she could become for you as a whole mare.
Oh, and Miss Rene, if she were a mare, I’d see to her as also being barren!
If or when Miss Rene should find her delights fulfilled from becoming your secondary mare, he family history shall change accordingly; as both of her parents I shall see to it that they will forget of ever having had a daughter. Rene too shall forget her owners as if parents, and think of Mare Cindy as being her mother.
What my Master, you are huffing your breathing, do I sense anger of a coming erection,” asked Rasputin as said slyly what Hank disliked most about his having a devilish Familiar?
“And if I asked you to stop annoying Rene, would she become her loving, consensus self,” asked Hank?
“No my Master, as her mind and imagination I have tainted. Miss Rene has concluded about her passionate desire to having your cock slid inside her depths. She has read much during the past ten days, seeking through use of the Internet to view various stallions breeding with a mare. You my Master hold the fate and future of Miss Rene according to your lust or love for her. Expect at the least of her when next she washes your cock, that she tries orally suckling of it; she relishes now the thought of you with it as satisfying her lusty need,” Rasputin said, he chuckling while explaining.