Sarah tried to roll over but she couldn't! A try even harder to move made the leather straps bind up tight about her legs. Now she struggled as the half blurred sight of Wesley focused into view.
A scream of anger stopped her movements as the echo of a terrorized high pitch whinnie rang in the room. She stopped all struggling and began to peer about at her strange feeling body.
"Understand now my dear Sarah, I can't let someowne like you mess up my work. You would use the ointments for power and control. While I use them for the betterment of society. Oh true a couple of hard eggs were sent to find their way at the stud farm, but they truly deserved it, just as you!" said Wesley with a stern face.
The struggle resumed, but after a minute Sarah calmed and laid back quiet.
"You calming down now?" asked Wes.
A nod of her head suggested it to be so.
"I made you sleep last night in a deep sleep as the potion was dripped into your open mouth. The attitude you showed me last night about Jon my friend gave me the idea. Sarah, other than your thoughts and a few memories of people you once knew all humanity will erase from this new mind. Your body is strong and sleek! I plan to have you boarded as a partner and mate for Jon's Percheron pleasures. You my dear are a fine Percheron filly. As Jon matured in about one year so you shall wane of memories till the will bends to the fact you are but a Percheron mare. If you enjoyed my pecker then Jon's should be a thrill time ten! Believe me when I say that this is best for someone like you, no worries, no cares, just work, food, and sex, so enjoy!" pronounced Wes as Sarah felt her will melt and the calmness of the Percheron body take control.