This was my big chance to feel what I'd wanted to feel like for so many years. As the crowd muttered and some jeered I walked up the steps to meet her on stage.
"What is your name?" asked Stephen.
"Mel, Mel Content!" I said as some in the audience laughed catching the poor joke my parents placed upon me long ago.
"Yes Mel what then is your deepest wish?" asked Madame' Illusia.
Suddenly I wanted to run away. I stood looking at eager faces wishing to hear my most inner desire for what, sex and some great lowering of self?
"Don't waste my time, tell, tell!" commanded the Madame'.
"Since I was a youth my deep and blackest desire was to be a stallion. Yet as I grew up the desire changed and I knew that my worship of the animal was driven by the desire to see it's huge black cock. I could stand for hours near the fence to watch the near farmers Belgian stallions drop and inflate those massive organs. I licked my lips as the big meaty body part wagged about as the animal above masterbated with it. Over time the realization came to me that my passion to be that flea bitten animal was if very fact the desire to be his big cock. So rather than be the full animal I would ask to become the most sensual of sexual body part of a draft horse. Me the cock, to know who and what I have become. To sense, smell, taste, hear, and see from the lowly vantage of a sheath and when erect, that's what I ask from the Madame'."
The Madame's mouth hung open as did Stephen. The crowd was silent in hearing such a depraved thought told to all. I stood nervous and shaking with hope of realization of this great quest.
"Is there anyone in the audience who might wish to be the owner of an intelligent horse's cock?" asked the Madame'
"Me!" yelled a squeaky high voice.
Quickly ran a tall thin girl to the stage.
"I would if possible be a draft horse and with him be strong and bold as a stallion!" said the girl as she removed her glasses for dusting.
Madame' looked to Stephen and he at her shrugging as if "What the Hell!'