Not yet 21 and old enough to drink! Here you are, you total life looking so screwed up that one might even think of putting an end to it all.
Tired, feeling so strange as a evil curse works it's demonic way. First it attacked you body and even now you feel the urge to drop to all fours and foriage on that hay.
You kneel in the not too clean straw covering on the floor of your stall. Wondering as you look around whether John of Merlin would wish to help this quest or was in hope of having a fine Mule to take to auction. This land of Lamour is evil and based on evil. Everything that's happened points to a world run for and by the pleasure of devils and demons.
You thoughts argue with those wild impressions bouncing about in your Mule head. Making matters worse, Jack and Sarah are in a stall just like yours and stand directly over your prison. Their continued prancing about as, no doubt Jack in wanting to have another round of pleasure with his mare.
Looking up you hear their racket and see the fine dust made of straw as it is crushed beneath great hooves. Rays of light jut down to your level as the floor above is made from thick wooden beams. Even as you look up Sarah becons her lover's approach my spouting a stream of mare urine. Her actions have in as many hours taken on the instinctive patters of true animals. The yellow stream trickles down and begins a small rain storm as it flows onto their floor boards and runs down into your stall.
The smell of her urine is acrid to your human thoughts, yet by some building desire you get up and walk very close to where it fell. Taking great breaths of the rolling scent you feel a deep desire as you were sure Jack did at that very moment.
Your clothes taken away by John till you find which of your natures wins out and only then will the clothes be returned or burned. A hairy Mule head sits on a thickening Mulesh neck. Hands and wrists changed to hoofs and fetlocks you look the monster from some 'B' rated movie. Walking about the racket continues above but your thoughts of giving in or fighting controls all for now.
"Nieghieeeeee!" from above as Sarah's worked her mate into a stallion's frenzie. As you hear his stomping you look up. Like a spring shower a flood pours down covering you in Belgian draft horse urine. At first you are horrified, then the aroma of his scent mixes with that which fell moments ago from Sarah. You stand snorting and sniffing, enjoying the rich scent which your body now is part there of.
Quickly human thoughts evade the brain. Instinctive desire wells up and walking over to the hay you begin to lip and drag the morsels into that huge mouth. Munching like only a grazing animal can, you work the hay stalks around mashing them into a fine mush to swallow.
Minutes, no time, an unknown thing to the animal. He cares not of what or how much time he has or does, or needs. No clock other that the one built into a belly for hunger, mouth for thirst, and your groin as horse, or mule they think with their cocks erect.
Food, a thought of lust and with any lusting thought the giant penis, once human but sucked into Muledom by Salmanella before her death slowly falls out ready for some action.
Human testicles still human pump the hormones up, up, up as the sleeping giant strains now to a two foot long black shaft. As you learn to graze on the hay piled in the stall your own sex drives now couple with those of the Equine world.
If hands were there you'd be jocking of with this monster cock. Now a frantic feeling, a wild urge for passionate touching makes the drak skin and Mule's hair spread down and over shoulders and arms.
Head bowed as you graze your meal from the floor of the stall. Hoofs planted forward as arms even now by the sexual drive spurns the changes. Forelegs, short, but yours to stand thereon, now support your growing self.
The prickling feeling of stall straw touching the end of your monster shaft makes you stretch your stance. Standing on tiptoes you lean ever forward on new forelegs and solid hoofs. The lust for food continues as now the sensual desire from the groin builds with every bite.
Mouth over full with straw you twist your head on the fast finishing Mule neck. A peering look down and back shows a mule cock enraged, the flat head flared out wide. White drips of human cum cling to the end as shivers of pleasure pump up more and more lusting desire. You watch as abdominal muscles tighten and relax. Thhe monster sex rise's and lowers, up it bumps into the hairy belly you now sport. It swings down with the brutial weight it has giving a wonderful feeling like nothing in your human past.
Your head jerks up suddenly as a word from humanity is of relation to what your doing, masterbation! Now this is a new realization for sure. Never had you thought to do something like this when a youth and human. Yet as this Mule curse works into you and your mind the strange desire is something to be reconed with!
Feeling builds passion, the passion builds desire, desire lusts for more of the feeling and round and round it builds as the curse takes a bigger hold on what was you.
"Hmmmm, all right!" says John as he came to check on you. Tossing more hay into the stall he is urging you to follow the curse and become a Mule. You look up but the sight of more hay takes the focus of your rapidly weakening mind.
Munching ever faster, in tune with the building organism soon to explode down and out the cock swaying about below.
Food and the passion for the sweet taste takes total control over mind and body now. The sprouting of your tail bone and the tail which flourished now flicks from side to side as a new form of enjoyment. The new hay almost gone you explode with white cum changing to a pale yellow as testicles spent of human semen offer next Equine.
The scent of your urine soaked body now merges with the heady scent of semen splattered on the back of your forelegs and hoofs. A satisfied whinnie emits your mouth as the Belgians whinnie back. Turning from the now gone pile of hay you walk about the stall. the engorged cock slaps from side to side as each leg moves.
Turning this way and that a pleased sort of sense runs over you mind. A snort out great nostrils begets the prancing of an animal ready to meet it's life headon!
Masterbation complete the hind quarters and hind legs plus hoofs are all Mule as you are all a Mule. Worry and considerable thought might be the proper thing at that moment seeing your change and loss of humanity. Yet the rich sensual feelings of a hairy naked body, walking on all fours, and the increased size of appendages fills in the cracks. Now the passion of a cursed human has become a impassioned and full sexed equine Mule creature.
As the giant retracks back into it's black and leathery home a sort of great calm comes over you. Standing, head hanging low your thoughts clear and a vast void of takes away any care, all desires, the mind ceased to think.
It was like being cast into a dull lit area, floating about. You want to think and reason but the knowledge which was learned as a human and all memories of boyish life has been erased. Now a dull animal stand here, it's thoughts very basic to the basic needs of the beast. Time has no beginning and now now consideration of it's ever ending, just now this minute is what counts.
"Good evening young man! I see the lust of beastial desire has like so many others taken it's prey." says John as he steps into the stall. Now stroking the strong lines of neck, back and forelegs he looks up and takes note of the two well hung testicles.
"My oh my, well I guess those were to be expected! Mules don't have testicles, and those that are lucky enough to be born with some are removed to keep them docile and willing to work." Patting your belly he searches the sheath till the massive organ falls like a rock.
"I know right now you don't care, or even understand but being a full sexed male Mule makes you an oddity for which I shall bring you to Queen Mayella's court. No doubt she will marvel at this and want me to donate you to her for some sexual deboculation. It's then best you remain ignorant of your self and past. Your donation will allow me safe passing past her realm in order that I might find those magic waters." explains John but to a Mule it all means nothing!
As John turns to leave the stinking young Mule to himself the sight of a beautiful woman standing at the stall entrance takes his attentions.
"John of Merlin, I have come from the Queen Mayella for and as an inventation to appear at her court. I'm sure that the Queen will be most interested in the changed boy now Mule!" she said in nasty tone.
"Come with me and we shall talk of what news you bring." said John as he walked out your stall, lcoking it and led the lady toward the barn's door.
"Was the boy willing to be a Mule or did you change him for sale at the auctions?" chidded the lady.
"Oh he was willing, I gave him his chances to be sure! said John.
"The new sex toy of my Queen has told of two grown people, man and woman, himself, and a older boy who came here from another world. Tom, his name is still Tom, gave the information when the Queen had him tortured." said the lady with a grin.
"The Queen tortues many why him if he was to be a sex toy?" asked John as they reached the porch of his house.
"Oh how he resisted the Queen and her potions! Try and try he did not to eat or drink anything for days. My Queen set a trap for him as the Jailor placed a bucket of water down in the isleway by his cell. The youth thought it was not poisened as the Jailor gave it to other prisoners as well. Oh but it was strong with her potions, he drank and his wails and cries were heard to the tip top of the castle's fine court. When the noise was gone so was his humanity! The jailor under orders sent into the youth's cell three lusty satyress creatures. A day and two nights later a willing and sex driven male satyr walked into the Queens court. Since that day he has been raped by women, and sucked by men or those who would like to be also satyr's but can't or won't!" said the lady.
"So what of the Queen?" asked John as he sat down into a chair on the porch.
"My Queen expects that of all her subjects, you might be the one to help those who come to save Tom from himself. Too late that it is, he want's now only for sex and sex and more sex. His mind is gone and only lust drives him onward. Now what of Jack and Sarah the grownups who came here, I'm sure I just saw the other boy as a Mule, correct?" asked the Lady.
"No not quite, the other boy showed up here a year ago. He was brash and nasty of ways! I bade him enter the pasture and once he felt of those sensual nannies he had to suck and then joined their herd. He's a strong sire billy goat and one of my best performers!" said John showing pride.
"I want to see him, I must inform the Queen!" said the lady sternly.
John lured her along and sat for a moment before getting up with a sigh. "Come along and we shall call him to the gate." said John.
As John walked down the steps of the porch the lady stood there on the porch and said, "NO! I want to see him as he is without being announced. I might then see if he be billy goat or maybe just a herdsman who you quickly change to a goat, we know your ways John!"
John walked ever so stiffly to the gate leading to the pasture.
Opening the gate the lady walked past him. John then closed the gate and slipped in place the latch.
"What your not coming too?" asked the lady.
"Oh no, you want to see Billy as he is then walk to the crest of the hill there and just whistle, he'll come. When you want me again just stand here at the gate and I'll come out!" said John slyly.
As she looked at John in the background was the big barn. In the upper story was two Belgian draft horses watching the goings on. In a lower floor a Mule peers out as something is about to happen. The lady turns and slowly walks up the hill.