Aware still after they reached the clean and neatly kept barn/stable managed by Jeb, the two strong guards dropping Tom to the floor, he realizing they left him in a high walled box stall, the floor covered in sweet smelling fresh cut straw.
Jeb knelt there beside Tom, he checking the eyes of Tom with a pen light, as he smiled down at Tom, and said then, "You were too rowdy to do this the easy way, so we will now do it the tough way. The injection keeping your body limp will wear off in a few hours. I shall inset an intravenous drip bag of our special R.N.A. Reformation solution here, it is the first of five such more such infusions planned for you and your bloodstream.
As part now of a bigger plan of things here at the Park, those in management have decided that you require some reorientation to acting respective to the wishes of others, in short you need to learn how to remain calm in the face of any adversity.
This Reformation process will in a very short time from now begin a complete reorganization of your physical self. The first changes begin easily with what is made of soft body tissues, as then comes changes to cartilage, and skeletal restructuring. Essentially, the mass of change will make from a human body, the stoutly stronger form of a Fell breed of draft pony, something useful for doing heavy hauling here and around the stables, barns, and where ever management decides is something needing a strong animal to do its work.
Still able to blink his eyes, it is Tom who tries to express his preferred desire to leave the Park right quickly, and take the ferry to the mainland port, get in his pickup truck and drive the six hours back to his own home and life.
Jeb can see the mental strain of a volunteer thinking how he would rather be somewhere else, and with a soft patting of a hand to a aching shoulder, he smiles, and offers his best bedside manner.
"Best you forget your want to leave and returning home, as at the least, for the next five years we will own you both body and soul, you becoming as a Fell pony will find your body and lifestyle equal that of a stallion stud breeder animal, as well a working animal, pulling a shit wagon from the stables to the crap dump, it on the far northern coast of the island." Said Jeb, his words cut into the mind as might the scapula of a surgeon.
Struggling to try and sit up, to stand, or run from there, the obvious weakness is holding Tom down, he feels his skin beginning to crawl, as fur sprouts out the pores of his skin. Agonizing over his situation, Tom finds it a new embarrassment, as two young and pretty women come to undress him, leaving Tom naked, he lying there in his stall. Feeling humbled by his lack of clothing, he is trying to beg this one young woman from her not fondling his male organs with her soft hands.
As if in her way she wants to arouse Tom and his maleness, she fondles his balls, and helps to stroke erect his penis. He lies there helpless beneath her, she nearly naked too, with exception of her sack dress, it made from a stable grain sack.
At her mercy, Tom lies with his penis standing upright and fully erect, as this young woman kneels on his chest, she slipping her hips down to where with some hand directing moves, she inserts Tom into her own body and begins to bounce on him. The bouncing action forces the erection ever deeper inside her body, she and he mating as it were, but Tom getting a sensation his meat is gaining in length and girth.
Mutually they moan and do groan together, the sensation as nearly wild like as each is experiencing the massive changing of their bodies, both conforming to being soon a ponies, one a mare and Tom as her stallion.
Covering Tom with her ample breasts, this pretty female is herself liking how her mate can arouse her to wishing their changing of forms would proceed all the faster.