"Good Day Captain, says the bearded animal science Doctor."
"Good Day to us both, replied the Captain in a snide and angry voice."
"Well we have a prisioner, sentenced to a thirty years! Captain you do understand that your request he become a throughbred stallion if fine but thirty years is a full lifespan of this type of horse. Why when he might be returned to society he will be very old and his mind might not carry over, he he, could still be a horse mentally!"
"Do as required by his sentence or I'll put your name with the judge!"
The scientist saw his life becoming rather animal in nature and form if he didn't do as required. He ordered the guards to strap me to a steel table and I was pushed off into the science lab.
Tests upon tests were made on my skin and blood. An IV was started and I was told to be calm as he would allow no pains for me.
"Lay still the IV will drain in slowly. At first you should feel a bit horny and will no doubt have that horse penis of your stiffen. A strange case the Captain wishing to use you as his personal horse and you already have the sex organ before I start, odd!"
I thought to inform him of the old woman's curse but decided to stay quiet.
"Soon sleep will come and as you sleep the change will quicken. I will keep you asleep for the full duration till the potions has completed the body transformation. I see by my orders that your human mind is left intact. This is possible but you may wish to be a ignorant animal when pestered by flies and insects, let alone the Captain!"
I said nothing, fully expecting the curse to take effect before the IV could do it's own curse.
I lay in the low lighted room a raging hard sways above my chest. I feel sleep creeping in and let myself go. The thought of either Throughbred stallion or Welsh pony stallion I care not. My personal desires seem to be accepting my fate and I'm actually looking forward to the adventure of being a horse.
Sleep takes my mind and body, dreams of that evil woman. I see her face, the anger and hate for men. I dream of the short mean Captain evil in his hate for taller people, and everybody is taller than him!
Dreams of grass and pasture to run and kick about. I feel a strength like never before, muscles, power, stamina, I breathe deep.
Words, I hear people argue, angry words they have no meaning. Sounds just sounds of anger and a sound of fear, a voice filled in fear. I want to wake up and see, hear, and understand!
All quiet, my eyes open to a world of complex tones of gray. Dust tickles my nose and I snort to relieve the feeling. Lips are dry and feel puffed and thick. My tongue is thick too and moves around in a huge mouth.
Sounds, again sounds, some of anger and others of fear it seems this is all which I'm surrounded.
I struggle to push my body up in the slippery straw I lay on. Huff, I'm halfway to standing on all fours. The realisation that when I awoke my human body would have been changed to horse. I drag my hindquarters up in a strong pull and stand as I should.
The body looks smooth with muscles, a fine stocky form. A comfortable stance this walking on four legs, it feels very fine indeed. An itch brings a full coarse haired tail to wip from side to side. This is very sensual as the coarse hairs stroke across my bulbous anus and tickle the hairs on my butt.
I feel the need to pee and wlking a half step forward with forelegs only stretches the body long. The neat feeling of my horse cock unfolding and dropping out of the leathery sheath gives a great sensual sense.
A stream of urine flies out of the cock and puddles below the belly. I for some inner reason find the odor to be friendly and like a return to home after a long trip.
The scientist of my recent past comes in and without a word hooks a rein to a halter I were. he pulls me alone out of my stall and down a brick paved isle. I turn to see dozens of horses, big and small, male and sniff, female.
Out into a sunny daylight we walk, I look around at pastures green, or light gray. My tail swings as I walk along and the warm sun on my hair back brings deep warmth. The breeze is warm and humid but tingles the hairs it touches.
The humidity condenses on the feeler hairs about my lips and give clammy feeling to my sheath.
At last we seem to arrive at a barn and coral. A gate is opened and with a slap on my butt I trott inside. Once in I turn to view the man who walked me here.
Sad faced he looks as if I was a disapointment somehow.
"You are to stay here today. Guard, in the morning he will be placed with other ponies at one of the many rides in the Park. It seems the wrong potion was used and he became a Welsh Pony stallion. The Captain was not to be insulted and I have been sentenced to carry him around as his Throughbred. Worse yet he insisted I be a mare and used for breeding during my thirty years a horse."
I longed to tell him of the woman's curse but my mind could not form the words.