The halter which Frank placed on his head as a joke now took firm hold on that mind and body. Looking ever so perfect he was a prime stallion worthy of being at stud. As the owner of the stud farm gazed at Frank the horse stood knowing his position in life.
"A fine specimen of horse flesh don't you think Jay!" said Mr. Ransler the owner of R-Rochelle Ranch a breeder farm for show type animals.
"Yes Sir a fine specimen but no papers to show any heritage. If you were to ask me I'd place him in the lot going out next week to the Wilson Circus. He'd make a fine act in the middle ring and let them breed the monster!" argued the ranch foreman.
"Alright but before we lose him to circus life, have him bred to some of the old mares. The foals from them will make good sales for ridding stock at local stables." suggested Mr. Ransler.
Frank's thoughts of first having suddenly become a stallion were being tested even more as he heard his fate of being a stallion at stud. At first the thought of mounting a brute animal seemed revolting. Then as instinct drives and sensual feelings etched at his humanity he gave in and stood about showing off his male parts.
Placed in a big box stall the stallion walked in circles looking over his body. A quarter bale of hay and bucket filled with raw grains made him stare for a moment before hunger did the rest. Thick lips and tongue slurped up the grain out of a steel bucket. Soon after those lips worked as finger to pick stalks of hay from the haynet hanging near his stall door.
It got to be late in the day when a stable groom clipped a rein to his halter and walked the stallion to meet his first brood mare. Frank's eyes showed white as he was filled with fear over being made to have sex with an animal. As he approached the mare his sense of smell noticed her rich wealth of pheromones wafting into the air.
A teenager now stallion found the instinct drive so compelling that he whenced as his tongue licked the oozing juices about the mare's vulva. The scent of her juices, her puddle of urine, and mant scents of manure drove his equine mind wild for passion.
The teenager's mind made his stallion whinnie as he mounted the mare's round rump. Feeling blindly for the right spot he felt a gloved helping hand move the cock end into position. Now the urge was so great neither horse or boy could hold back. In a savage and rough thrust the cockhead pressed past the lips of that mare's vulva going deeper and deeper into her vast tunnel of love.
As the servicing went on Frank's will to remain human was failing fast. Thoughts of remaining as a stallion began to appeal to him as a life filled with sensual ways and wonderful conquests.
Sonny on the otherhand found his Horseradish meal to goat him into a life of pure animal sex. Having become a male goat in the truest of since, he ran for Jason's but after just a short ways his mind and body began to wander.
A scent of Aron was in the air as he now lurked about looking for sex as a crazy satyress. Poor Aron now female and knowing it, then too he was a satyress driven mad by the lust for sensual sexual feelings. It was written that these two should meet.
Sonny stood sniffing the air and soon lost track on what he wanted to do began to graze. Aron spotted him as his male goat pheromones also wafted the air. Suddenly the billy goat felt warm hands touching his hairy sac and huge balls hung so well by nature.
"Oh billy goat I need to get fucked so damn bad, take me, take me!" pleaded Aron.
Sonny the buck could not believe his eyes or hearing as he stood more than willing to give her his all. As Aron layed back over a picnic table the buck goat reared up hit red cock out straight in erection.
Sonny bleated has the cocktip pressed into his choice female' pussy.
Deep, deep his shaft went till the groaning and passioned moaning of the satyress drowned out the sounds of passing cars. As Aron held the buck's front legs to steady the animal, Sonny's pelvic action took up a rough round of thrusting. The big buck grunted as the preasure in his balls rose to fevered pitch.
All this time Jason had his troubles as the penis enhancement cream had been spread over legs, crotch, and belly. He too was finding the means and ways of goat life as his body changed. Sitting on his bed he looked at the goat body, hindquarters, hind legs, feet, and cloven hooves. He stroked his long red cock with wild pleasure as he heard the calls of his Father for coming to supper.
Jason got up and was half out the bedroom door when the facts of satyr life struck home. "I can't go down to supper looking like this!" he said to himself.
Returning back to the bedroom he paced about like a caged animal. Then he spied the penis cream and lifting the jar sniffed the sweet odor. As nose got closer to the remaining ointment his tongue instinctively spurted out and started to lick the jar clean.
"Oh God no!" he cried out loud as the touch of ointment started his heead and face to become total goat as well. When mind and body could not withstand the urge he stood with forelegs and hooves planted on the footend of his bed. While then he stood on hind cloven hooves, a long red goat shaft erect and wanting for sex as his pelvis began the rythum of buck goat thrusting.
Suddenly as he was enthralled with the moment of sexual passion the bedroom door opened as his Father walked in. A hard kick from his Father's shoe nialed his red cock making it feel like he broke the thing. A bleating goat was driven by a screaming angry man and his kicking feet out the rear door of the house.
Jason tried to explain his form but all that exited his lips were bleat after wild pain ridden bleat. Turning to see the family home he'd known these past years and hearing an angry Father explaining to his wife the sex beast kept in his pervert son's room for God knows what! Now he was a goat and with the wafting of a breeze the scents of other goats seemed very near.