Dear Mother,
This letter is being written by Marge another in this rare study. My ability to speak is being hampered by the thickening lips of this pony body. My face is all but that of a Dartmoor pony and since last we wrote my arms and hands have made the change to fore legs and hoofs.
I have strange dreams now every night or whenever I sleep. The Professor says they are chemically induced as part of the serum came from a true born pony. He tells me that the dreams are real situations of daily life that the pony lived. I'm often stopped from thrashing around in my stall when sleeping.
Oh yes, I've been transfered to a normal stable and stall made for such as what I've become. Please don't be angry, it's really rather nice. The stall fits me and my movements better. I find a strange normality to the smells and surroundings, it's strange!
My voice has dropped in tone to a very low base. I strain to move my lips and Marge sees what I'm trying to say. She'll say it for me and if I agree it's written down.
I'm of greater hope that you and Father will let me go to England. The assistant Justin put me to pasture yesterday. At first I ripped the chuck of sod out the ground and chewed grass, roots, and dirt. It took some tries but since then and for the entire afternoon all went well, I can graze and eat just fine.
Again, I would be very happy in England and well cared for too! The daily life of living in this form has made me quite satisfied to remain as a pony. It's odd that a young man should be willing to toss his entire past life away and accept this simple and basic form of living. Yet the strength I feel and the agility I never had as a person is bottled up in this stout body.
I prance, trot, cantor, and run with such smooth motion it makes me happy just to feel everything working so well. I have a good appetite
and gained weight so that I weigh in at 420 pounds. Marge measures my height and I'm now 11 hands high, neat!
I've found new friends here, Marge, Annie, Lilly, and a gelding named of all things Justin! other than Marge who isn't changed enough the others and I run and play about the pasture. I prance about, tail held high and shaking my head about snorting. Either Lilly or Annie begin rubbing their muzzles to mine and after some time we nicker. It's then when my mind dims and strange feeling rear up from deep in my pony brain.
I remember what happens but for the life of me I can't stop it, and don't really want to stop either. Lilly was the first to accept me in a passionate manner. I'd nicker her sides and back along her flanks. She whiny softly and the sound made me get all tickled inside.
I'd find myself stopping with her round butt next to my black nostrils. Her perfumed pony scent was overpowering! I stood and curled my upper lip to drink in that heady scent. It's then that my mind goes blank and what happens next can best be told now by Marge.
"HI MOM!"
Daniel stands as does all stallions drinking in the wild scent of a mare. His maleness falls like instantly from the sheath. He gets really, really, hard and stands stiffening the monster organ. It swings up and touches his round belly, then falls half limp to rise again. In this way his stallion lust builds till he with a bounce from those handsome fore legs then mounts Lilly from the rear.
It took Daniel a number to tries and mounting before he arrived at the proper technique. Now either Annie or Lilly winks their vulva lips and with the natural aide of pony mare juices Daniel slips right in with ease. Believe me I look forward to being with Daniel in months to come as we are both in the Dartmoor experiment.
Annie and Lilly signed contracts for remaining as pony mares for not more than five years or four foals whichever come first. I though being an actual orphan signed the wavier for lifetime enjoyment as a pony mare.
Please be assured that Daniel will over the years to come be a very fine sire of a great bloodline. He stands so well, his conformation so neat that everyone who comes to the Nature Center says he's a really great looking stud.
With both of our love,
Daniel and me, Marge