"How about a walk down memory lane with me ole' friend?" asked Hopper.
A halter was pushed over Mason's head and face. He blinked as the course straps were pushed past his eyes and then snugged down around the squares of his equine skull. A metal clink to one side note the attachment of a rein to the steel ring on his halter. A snort of dislike issued from his nostrils, "I'm being treated already as a ignorant beast, halter and reins to control this beast I am!" thought Mason.
Out the stall and along the uneven brick isle between the dozens on box stalls. Mason turned his head to view the animal in each of the stalls as they walked slowly along. Horses, ponys, calves, a big Brahma bull who snorted and then stepped close to see the black colt draft horse walk by.
"Yes my friend the life of a Belgian stallion will be yours to enjoy! I think over the next few months as the body gains mass you should feel the power of those muscles. Indeed the young one who became that massive bull knows all too well his desires. Why just last week he went on a spree and impregnated several dozen cows. It will be a while till we see the calves that drop before he gets a chance to do more mounting. Yet all out tests suggest his testicles produce semen in both bovine volume and human concentration." said Hopper.
At last the troup stopped to see a pair of long horned sheep. Two rams looked up at the Belgian colt and then stepped toward Mr. Hopper. As he entered the stall with one Orderly Mason noted his reins being tied to a ring attached to a support timber.
A ram bounced up and with his forelegs planted across Hopper's shoulders began a long number of bleats. Standing almost upright it seemed he was trying to communicate with Hopper. As Mason looked on the ram became so engroused with his desire to tell his master something he failed to realise his ram's cock emerge from it's woolen sheath. In a minute the stiff shaft press against Mr. Hopper's vest.
Hopper laughed and pushed the animal off and back to it's world of being on four legs. The ram's discomfort of having his cock in plain view and being scratched by the straw on the stall floor.
Both rams began to bleat at Hopper as he stepped out of the stall.
"A fine pair don't you agree Mason Dixson!" said Hopper with a big shit grin.
The pair of rams suddenly stopped the bleating and loked at Mason. In a second the two rams mounted against the side rail of the stall and stood muzzle to muzzle with the Belgian colt.
Mason feeling kind rubbed his soft fuzzy lips across the wiggling lips of the two rams. He saw their eyes straining to make contact with his and felt their wild desire to be near him. Mason turned his head toward Hopper and cocked his head showing a question.
"Friendly aren't they Mason Dixson, they should be because this one is Bret and that one is Jason, your past human sons!" said Hopper with a evil grin and sly voice.
Suddenly Mason began to realise that Hopper was enjoying the degrading of his children to common animals. He tried to rear and kick the bastard who even know was the reason his poisoned children stood as he did himself, animals!