Seven years to almost the very day, and Lyle sits in a rocking chair, he perched with some others having the same delusions.
The Reformation Flux formula did its life charming work to Lyle, he becoming a remarkable specimen of one Knabstrup stallion horse. His seven year hitch included a wild few years of continual foreplay; ending with his becoming sterile and of little use to the breeding farm where he hung his hat.
Too pretty to be sent off and made into glue, it happened the farm owner had a daughter, and she found the medical chart pertaining to Lyle and his acceptance into the five year equine breeding program and experiment.
A little well considered chicanery on her part and the antidote to the Reformation Flux formula that made a man into a horse, came and once used, made a horse back into the mere shadow of what Lyle was as when a man.
Upset and disowned by everyone he ever knew when before as a human, Lyle slipped into a state of depression so low, his feet would need to scratch a hole in the dirt to find where his mind went underground.
Seated hence at a state asylum for the mentally unbalanced, Lyle feels a warm sensation coming from the fleece wool robe draped about him as he sits, looking from the asylum porch at the calm serenity of animals grazing in a nearby pasture.
Treated as if one insane with ideals of grandeur's, the physicians agreed that after examining Lyle; nary a sane man would have had his genitals surgically arranged as to make on him the sheath and penis size equal to his actually being a stallion horse.
Caucasian as according to what were his parents; of this too the doctors thought Lyle as insane since now his skin color variated from pink to spots of dark brown and all brown around his groin and rump.
Lyle, when annoyed by something would shake his head in a violent motion, snorting harshly out his nose, and acting like might a horse bother by flies.
The true action that assured every attending physician on stall of Lyle being then as one insane; Lyle would set there and smile looking quite thrilled and as if overly happy. This occurred mostly when seated in his rocking chair and while watching the animals grazing in a pasture, two such beasts would begin the ritual of mating the other.
Lyle seeing the two animals as they mated, would as well smile and enjoy the thought, he becoming so aroused his rearranged maleness would rise to an erection of such size the other inmates would swoon for having one like it of their very owm.
Imagine the satisfaction Lyle felt when the doctor there at the asylum announced the donation to the nearby farm of a group of donkeys to aid in keeping the inmates calm.
A poignant comment put towards Lyle directly in the announcement, as the donation came from the Pleasure Island Amusement Foundation. As if for Lyle and his deranged fantasy about learning to mate with an equine female by the name of Annabelle, in the donated donkeys there stood a elderly donkey jennet by that very same name.
The staff hearing of a donkey jennet named Annabelle coming to their fun zoo caused most to laugh. Laughing at the wild coinsidence of a donkey jennet named Annabelle being then part of some donation, sparked some lurid comments by staff members.
Yet as of hearing the news, Lyle and his member felt truly aroused at the news of maybe his Annabelle coming to be near him.