"Now, Ponyboy, let's get you up to speed, while you can still speak English," Dave Sinclair said, as he fit a bridle over Chad's equine head.
"While I can still speak English? What the hell did you do to me, Davy?" Chad said. His voice sounded different.
"Not, do - doing. You're not just a real living Mustang mascot - you're becoming a full-grown mare. You know you ran more touchdowns than passes and still won all your games. So I figure that as a horse, you might be a triple crown contender. Also figured, if you remained male with stallion size balls, you might not play ball so to speak, and if I castrate you well, there's no profit from breeding you."
"Breeding me?"
"Don't worry, Chad, I plan to harvest your eggs and freeze 'em after you win the Triple Crown. Then we'll turn you back into a man. You'll even have your balls back - which you wouldn't have if I had to cut them off. Now don't worry, you will get plenty of sex when you're three. Though Diablo might mount you sooner?"]
"Diablo?! You're kidding, right?"
"Now Chad, if you don't win all your races, I gotta recoup my expenses somehow - so breeding you with Diablo or another stud just makes good business sense. Auctioning you eggs is only profitable if you win the Triple Crown. So that's the only way, I can afford to humanize you."
"Humanize? Your father the coach woul- neigh- neigh- neigh," Chad could no longer speak English.
"There, there, what pappy don't know can't hurt me. No one's going to be looking in my stables for a buff blond stud, when my horse "Hanging Chad" is most definitely a mare.
Chad's horse lips made a raspberry like harumph sound to indicate Chad's displeasure.
"Aw, you'll feel different once you're winning, getting oats and apples, and on your way to being human again. Now remember, you piss me off by not being a good mare, behaving nicely, and winning races, and you're Diablo's fuck toy. Capice?"
Chad nodded his head. He was walking on all fours, and having trouble thinking complex thoughts. Damn, Davy had really turned him into a dumb animal. He decided right then and there, if he wanted to be a man again, he had to start training and start winning races. He began to canter, Davy had to run to keep up.
"That's the spirit, Chad, but save it for the race track," Davy said panting as he tried to keep up. He was supposed to be leading the horse to its new stall, but Chad could see the stables, and could still read. "Hanging Chad" was the stall right next to Diablo's.
Diablo whinnied as Chad strutted by with a wheezing Davy in tow. Chad stopped abruptly. He understood the neigh, it didn't translate exactly to English, but essentially, Diablo had said, "Hey, hot pussy, I'm going get you!"
Chad snorted, and said the equivalent, "Not in your wildest dreams". Then the male scent of Diablo wafted into Chad's nostrils. "Oh, my, uh, damn, I'm horny. No. No. Never, Diablo. No!" Chad whinnied loudly.
"There, there, Chad, b-girl, relax, you're not fit for mounting yet. You're still not done growing into your equine body," Davy said soothingly as he petted Hanging Chad's nose.
Soon she was locked in her stall eating oats, and trying to figure out what was happening to her.