Strong of body like one might expect for some Circe made as if a blending of the passion between a man and his Percheron mare. You have the animal strength in muscles, the virile stallion like equipment where it counts, and the general frame and form of a young man making you able to take good care of the stable and those who dwell there in!
Queenie was but the first of several neat mares housed in the stable. Occasionally a new mare spends her first night there and from feeling how her equine body had pangs, she would whiny and beckon a handsome equine man to come and massage her sensuality into accepting the body and life as she is then forever to be as a animal and beast.
Those horny mares that seem always in want of your servicing are in your mind as if a herd of whores for your personal pleasuring. It is the new mares, those being either as then pony mares, or as donkey jennets that make you memories of taught morality quake and cause you concern.
Many months past an anniversary of one full year as a stable groom for the stables. The year of time has you wearing the skin about the flattened tip of that Dartmoor pony size of a cock to be toughened, leather like, and losing some of the raw sensual feeling that urged you to do willingly as of what Circe sent you to do.
The moments of raw passion give way to feelings and as much the wish for you to become a complete Percheron stallion and stud. It seems that becoming as a full horse the many questions in your thoughts would fade away. You sincerely hope that you would lose your concern for those cursed, damned, and or placed as an animal in the stable for the reasons of a woman calling herself as Circe.