I sat there for a good long time before another horse strolled up and sniffed at me. As I went to stand my head bumped the belly of the stallion. The beast gave a skiddish jump and stepped to one side as a slim and sexy mare stepped closer.
On my knee again I looked into the face of another draft horse of fair size. Before I could move she stepped over me to bring her teats into unobstructed view. "A mare!" I said aloud as the stallion turned to look at me again.
Even as I spoke the dried semen was crusting on my lips and chin. My mouth was very dry as I tried to speak. The extra dinner I had just swallowwed was now drying and conjealing. My stomac felt as if I'd consumed a T-bone steak dinner twice over.
"Jay, Jay Barstow and nodoubt his lovely wife Jennifer I presume!" I said softly.
The two horses stepped their heads close to mine and nikkered softly as though to show true affection. I wondered how all this was possible and remembered how I wondered why they had stopped writing.
A sound of footsteps sent me scrambling for cover between the many large horses.
"Mister Adams please come out of the corral!" said the loud stern voice of Frank Marquette.
"You can't escape from here, I have your car keys! My security overheard you with Gus and Sammy, so we know you are here! Please come and walk with me to the drinking fountain. I'm sure that after enjoying Jay's semen you must be very thursty!" said Frank.
Slowly I walked from between the horses and over to stand near Frank.
"I still can't believe what this is going on around here!" I said feeling scared.
As we walked down the corral isle and back to the barn Frank said nothing. At last inside the barn I leaned over to drink from the cold water drinking fountain only to jump as a injection needle zapped me in the butt.
"TAKE HIM!" yelled Frank as three very muscular young men stepped out of the darkness and grabbed ahold of me.
I tried to struggle but felt suddenly very relaxed and even weak. The now close encounter with these young security men showed why they were so strong.
To my right was standing a six foot plus tall man with long fuzzy brown ears. His face looked of a six day old beard but the hair covered his entire face. His eyes looked larger than normal human eyes and his pupils were hugh. He occasionaly snorted softly from out flared nostrils as he nervously held my arm.
I turned quickly to see the man holding my left arm so very tightly that I though he was constricting the blood flow. He was just as tall but had a very dark complexion. Indeed as I struggled the light hit his face and I gasped a short breath.
His large ear hit the side of my face as I turned to look at a man with the total head of a black bull. A pair of short but thick horn buds were poking out of his head as he seemed to sneer at me. His heavy breath smelled of new cut grass as I thought it must be all he'd want to eat by now.
The man behind me had his arm around my neck. I could not see any of him accept the hairness of his arm against my cheeks was simular to feeling I got from Jay's belly.
"The injection will relax you mister Adams. My security men will take you to the prep room where over the next several months your body will find new ways to express your wants and needs. Indeed you so enjoyed mister Barstow's masterbation that it will be fun to see you enjoy it from the horse's point of view. In as many months I will aid your transformation from this weak human form to a proud stud draft horse. Then once you have spent a year as the animal I will sell your body to one of the amusement parks. Once the instincts overcome any human morals and you accept the form of a horse, you won't mind standing naked to the world and pissing in the street.
Oh I can think back to visiting a mister Rockland that now pulls the high class coach from the Mackinaw Hotel. He's a fine tall dappled gray Percheron. Standing at stud during the late fall months he mounts dozens of horny mares. During his seven day work week he pulls the coach along with a partner changling from a few years ago.
I like to watch their inner personal disgust of their own actions as children point and talk about the sight of a horse cock. You see mister Adams you will be a strong Belgian draft and a stallion for sure. I think your sale will be to another draft horse stud in Wisconsin. The owner fully understands the horses he gets from me and will put you to work mounting. Think of the feeling Jay Barstow has experianced. Think of rearing up and mounting that hairy round rump. Imagine the probing of your massive cock and the pleasued realization when it touches the moist vulva. Then the lusty feel of plunging into her with beastial thrust. Those little feeler hairs alonng your member stroking and being stroked. The wild lust, the inner animal need to continue the speices. Why I've seen even teenagers that came here for a summer job to leave as strong studs. Their youth and the sensual feeling of becoming a naked beast drives them into the stud service without a thought. No fear of their future, no more delight than to graze, mount, and masterbate as a stallion. You I can see are willing to let go of your human past and even now look forward to stallionhoed."
I was trying to take in all the words but my mind was getting foggy as the drug took hold. I remember them taking me to a black room with a silver table under a bright light.