"Let's start off with 'what is your name?" he asked. I was stunned for not knowing my name right of the bat.
"I remember being called Kenneth, but most people called me Ken."
"Please to meet you Ken, the name's Harry." He chuckled. "Probably wondering how I got that name." I laughed.
"Um... Harry, why is it that you're talking to me? I'm just your asshole." He frowned.
"You know what real assholes do? All day long they shit and with no questions asked, but you're special. Don't look at yourself as my butt, see yourself as a real creature with feelings." He said. I became more overwhelmed with joy like I've never felt in years.
"Thank you for your words of encouragement." I said.
"What you should be worrying about is those rotten kids that put you here."
"Yeah, but they've held a grudge against me when I turned them into a horse and a penis."
"It's not right to hold a grudge for this long even if they find it funny, you made mistakes and so have they whatever they want to get revenge won't erase their pasts."
"You're so wise and thoughtful." Was all I had to say. I wanted to say more but Harry interrupted.
"Hey, that's enough about me, tell me what was it like to be my penis?" He began to trot.
"Hey, how did you know about that?"
"I saw you dissipated and than absorbed into my cock. Interesting question."
"It was weird since it was my fault in the first place." I talked. "I wished what it would be like to be your cock when you mounted one of those mare's"
"Ah, I see, you wanted some action for yourself." I blushed. "How did it feel?" He continued.
"Every time you got an erection I felt blood flowing through my body and swelling larger and larger, cumming like anything I could imagine before and after that I black out every time. I would sleep in your sheath and was warm and cozy. Now all that has passed now."
"I'm sorry, what's it like to be my anus?"
"Well, anything butt bad." I punned. he chuckled again. "Well at first I never tasted shit before and found out that horses shit constantly. I never got used to it. It was the only thing I thought about, and the only thing I was meant to be. I'm glad I can talk to you about this." I said.
"It's great to talk with you too." He smiled.
"Also your tail is always in my view, that's all I can see most of the time." I complained
"You don't realize, my tail helps you out by swatting these flies that irritate you." He swished his tail around shooing the flies. "My tail and also cover you when you cold." He than laid his soft tail over me and I calmed myself.
I realized a fart came out of me. It was time again to relieve myself. Harry brought up his tail and I vomited out his shit... again.
"Excuse me kid, this must be torture." He said. I was finally empty.
"Well, not anymore, the kids wished that my taste would enjoy your crap. It tastes like mashed potatoes now."
"Hmm, I'm not sure if I've ever tried mashed potatoes. What is it like?"
"They're delicious, you can cook into thousands of different foods."
"That sounds lovely." He smiled again. This was a start of a beautiful friendship.