After some thought of both greed and need you reach for the Doctor's clipboard and check choice number one. A signing of your name and dated the form with one stroke you hand the clipboard back to a surprised Doctor.
"Fine Choice, you will very happy with this pick!" says the Doctor as he turns to walk out of the room.
"What is Equus-Humanus, sounds like something to do with horses?" you ask.
As two orderly types guide you to lay back on the Doctor's exam table the sudden knowledge of your life ahead becomes all too clear. Laying flat the men take rough hold of wrists, binding them to the table.
Legs, ankles, and head are strapped down tight as you struggle with the discomfort and fears.
"Be calm, try to remain calm!" says the Doctor as he prepares injections of several seringes.
"Why so rough?" you ask as head and limbs thrash for possible escape.
A smile from the Doctor to the men and then at you, as he holds high a seringe filled with pink liquid.
"You today have given me full reign over your life and body. As this test begins and during the next twenty years your body will be subjected to not less than six major changes. This change is the roughest for both body and mind to accept. I expect difficult minutes ahead as this serum begins what will become your new genus." explains the Doctor.
Eyes grip tight shut as the needle enters your neck.
A warm feeling rushes into your head and the sight of both men and Doctor get out of focus.
"Now to explain the six trials to come! First you will experiance a major change of body shape and abilities. The human mental factors will remain unchanged as the memory of being human is needed for communication down line. As the serum takes firm hold in the direction of change you will witness arms becoming legs, hands and toes merge down to basic hoofs. A thickened skin will be in very fact the hide of a Shetland Pony. Thick hair growth will keep you warm on chilly days ahead. Senses will be at higher alert, although sight will be fixed focus and only red, blue, and white colors will be seen. In short your first four years here will be standing about as a pure bred looking Shetland Pony Stallion!" says the Doctor as the men and you listen to every word.
"Will my family still get the mney once I'm a beast in your hands?" you ask with some new trouble at forming words and thoughts.
"Yes, I need your continued good will to complete this experiment! Think, if I screwed you out of the money, why and what reason would there be to expect your cooperation? Yes the family is paid for your discomfort! Yet though, you might not have much real discomfort as part of your duties will be to mate with pony mares who were previously human as well." he explains some more.
"Just last month four girls came here, escaped from a State Home for the homeless. Each was just recently turned eighteeen and of legal age. All four were in need of fiances and plain out and out broke. Our experiment add brought them here, they decided together to join your experiment. As young women they were plain of beauty and showed signs of antisocial behavior. Their only thought was to enter the program, have the fee's escrowed, and in twenty years retire and 38.
Now this is where you come in and with your cooperation these females will begin to enjoy life. They as Equus-Humanus mares will be the beginning of a new breed of intelligent ponies. Then with you as the stud for the next four years they should produce several sound foals. One of those foals will replace you as their stallion, so that your experiment can go to the next stage." the Doctor rambled on.
"What's of me after four years as a pony stud?" you ask.
"Once done there the next round of serums will make the pony body grow to larger size and a new breed. Then as your new form becomes sound of strong bone and bigger muscle a Shetland will grow to be a Welsh Mountain Pony and stallion. Another four years with what we hope to have by then a new herd of brood mares and your work of making us a higher grade of intelligent Welsh ponies. At each of the next four years you will reform to a larger breed on equine. The Shetland becomes a Welsh Mountain, as then a Hackney, and then a Morgan, a Percheron." says the Doctor as he stares toward the ceiling.
"Thaat's ahh twunnnty years annnd fiibe naaa sfix?" you stammer out as lips do not help your speach.
"Ah yes true, more than true my good fellow! It is possible by that time your mental state and or the simple beastly lust will make you unwilling or unsuitable to be human again! At that time a I or another must make a choice for your best interest's. If you are not worthy to be returned to human and family the final injection will degrade the mind and make a final growth spurt to a larger breed of horse. Then you would live out the remaining years as a draft animal in a working situation. Once grown you would be sold to an Amish farm for ultimate use as a working draft horse. At that time the payments would end and you with family are again on your own!" the Doctor explains as if all is just an easy ride into the future.
Now you have his and the big plans for you over the next twenty years. As the thought of living the animal life churns in the thoughts, memories of wife and children begin to wane.