"Ha, what the chance of this order to come in as you two are scheduled for Equine morphing. I just received an order for the State Governor Mansion of two Shetland ponies for use as children pets. I think this was meant for the two of you, if by chance or luck, this is a reprieve from ultimate slaughtering.
As specified here in the request, the male, you there my friend shall be of color a dapple gray/black stallion. As you dear girl, your coloring of fur to be as Dun tan with a black mane and tail.
The becoming as pets and for use with children of parents with political repose, means your present human intellect, your mentality as such shall remain as is, captive in a pony mind, but alive, knowing, and realizing in rational terms what is right and wrong.
The injection serums are coming and should be here in two hours, so sit here and consider how when you become as ponies, you will communicate. Understand too, as being then in animal form and the mental instincts of the equine genus, pheromones and testosterone will at times make brother/sister as stallion and mare, causing the situation to you of incest-breeding.
As ponies the incest problems are of mentally knowing one is doing a sexual act with a born sibling. However, the serums produced come from previous animals, each of a different breeding lineage. If impregnated, your offspring foal will be one of exceptional form from champion parents.
When the Governor and family are in residence at the summer compound, the state owned farm, the children will wish to ride their pet ponies. Do as what you would if babysitting and keep the children safe and uninjured, your life expectancy will remain that of being human, as Biblical promised of three score and ten years, that ratios to living for seventy years as papered ponies, ain't nothing wrong with that outlook!"
Hearing this, Steve looked at his sister Elli and grimaced a smile, he saying to her said, "Together, I like that idea to a point, but the breeding with you, even when we be as animals and ponies, the moral thought of it causes me feelings of repulsive disgust."
"Thank you Steve," Elli replied, "My thoughts are alone the same lines, even if and unknown to you or our parents, but last summer, when visiting the youth camp, my friends their dared me to try belly riding a horse.
What is belly riding is your obvious question, well, they had me strip naked and slipped into a hammock under the belly of a stallion horse. The horse is given an injection to make as keep his penis erect for hours. As I snugging laid there the matron watching bound my ankles so to keep my legs spread wide apart. The matron begins by helping the stallion cock-head to slip inside me, deflowering me then, I lost my virginity to that stallion.
The sensation of such a large if partially erect and beastly shaped penis entering my vagina caused me to sweat and swoon. My dare became something I felt as an enjoyment that grew as the horse penis became more erect, until like a leathery post sunk inside my body, his walking with me made his cock to thrust.
It was and would be a pleasure I shall look forward to trying when as a mare!
I know it was as immoral a thing to do as taught by our church schooling, but... Oh how it felt good and the taunting pleasuring went on for hours. The matron remained with me as to guide the horse and walk him. She took him with me along for a walk of some several miles out along a back road. My privacy and the striding cock sliding in and almost out of my vagina sent me to orgasms galore. My orgasmic sensations were harsh and wonderful. As from walking the stallion I had an orgasm with each quarter mile walked. Fifty-six in all of orgasmic thrills that stud brought me, and he tickled by my tight vaginal confines did climax some nine times during that walking.
A pony set of testicles are not the equal to those of that Morgan stallion, but yours will be many times larger than what you have as you are today. The volume of semen produced and ejaculated by a stallion or pony stallion is many times that of what a human male does into his wife when copulating.
I became filled to swelling of my tummy to look six months pregnant. The semen and cum volume kept coming, surging in and pressed passing out of my vagina to soak me, puddling in the hammock, I lying in a pool of horse semen and loving it!
The horror of being a cow, pig, or other farm orientated animal is made into a heavenly delight for me and hopefully too for you when we are as ponies. This news thrills me, as if we must be a part to this governmental sponsored travesty, then being ponies, of us mated, the sensing of that alone would make for me our lives as something heavenly.
Animals, horses and ponies too live lives around sensuality we when being human could never understand the wonderment of the sensations. Sensation shall rule you as it did me, and when your penis hangs erect and to the length of twenty inches long, the sheer weight of it will thrill you. Your imposed circumcision done to you at birth will as being a stallion pony a thing gone. Most pony stallions have a flat end to their penis glans. Maybe a slight flared ring of flesh to the end of that male stud post, but tender and smooth the skin is silky when clean, gives both stallion and mare wild sensations that once tried will insist they try it again a thousand times more.
Seventy years of living in a sexual as sensual haven of bliss, you as my stallion will rut me with some thoughts of respect, though stallion and feeling the call to rut a mare, the feelings are better than any felt."
Steve sat there wide-eyed with surprise and attentive to every word his dear sister said.
"So then, this becoming an animal as we as ponies is a wonderful thrill? Life as a pony animal comes with many hardships, the least of them being we as naked must endure flies and insects. Do you relish having flies waling on you exposed anus, or licking your larger folds of a mare vulva? Mares do not have cute breasts but have an udder with two teats for the foal to suckle.
Penis insertion is but a small portion of what it is like for us when living as do ponies. You hated going to the dentist, he gagging you with all his tools in your mouth, imagine then having a head halter, bridle, the steel bit fitted in your gaped teeth and yanking of it at your mouth until gums bleed, and a sore mouth from children yanking at the reins.
Saddle on your back or put into a bondage like harness and made to pull a cart, wagon, and naked marched down main-street being human rational thinking as remembering ponies. What if then you were to see as recognize a friend or family member standing and watching the parade. Would you break stride and wish to visit with them , would they know it was you?
What if it were our parents we saw in the forced to be there crowd, would you wish mom to see her naked and furry daughter standing in harness, as a beast, being an animal, used as an animal for your pony brute strength?
Our fun life as teenagers is done-gone and finished when those syringes come and we are injected, sedated, and awake later in our stalls to face weeks of rigorous pains when changing. Myself, the being a pony is a relief from thinking of becoming a pig boar, or bull. The pains to come and what you described as did tells me our mentality and knowledge is doomed to be as forgotten from living a highly sensual a lifestyle.
As if we become of champion stock ponies, expect the Governor or his stable groom to loan me as a stallion stud to other stables and farms to mate, breed, and fornicate with common animals, morphs, and the rare belly rider.
You as a champion lineage mare might find your duties as the consort to a real stallion pony or a morphed human as pony but not left rational. Expect then to feel what it is like as if born a mare and sexually rutted, brutally molested your pony body by a bestial thinking male animal!
I could learn to liking the leasing as barrow of me to mate and sexual play with other mares, the frolicking of that appeals to me as being male. I impregnate them and walk away to let my cock dry and leave them to live the riggers of birthing the foal, weening, and teaching before given to another stallion for rutting you cross-eyed."
Elli began to cry and Steve sat there as watched, the syringes arrived and the travesty began...