Coughing, a hacking from down deep in the throat and with some concentration you spoke, "So, what next, is this then the new and final, the permanent me I must live as, being a furry pony?"
You would be the first to suggest your as peeved by what was done to you, doomed and damned is your future; and all because of the using an oily salve to help put on a horny feeling costume. Assured then you would remember so vividly, and when came that first night, then after duped by Kim into trying on of this pony costume, as how it changed you. Thoughts of becoming a sexy Satyr might well have been more to your liking.
The whole remaking of you to be instead a stallion pony seemed oddly similar, at least sexually. Oddly either form was easy to arouse, as maybe twenty times each day your sexuality when then excited from either the scenting of a female or a male partner would cause a pony his thrills.
What a fornicating future, and you not a teenage almost grown any more, but happily elated to remain continuously this really neat embodiment.
A remembered well sight of when Kim leaned forward, as she groaned when you first touched your fuzzy feeler hairy muzzle to caress her from back of the knee, up along her sleek thigh.
Kim jumped, she screamed, her store manager laughed, and you tried not to show any reaction for why you did what you did, but the showing of your stout male member in a full blown erection told volumes about what you thought as felt about being a pony.
Your erection became as an aura for anyone feeling lusty after petting a pony. Your permanent costume was then your real skin. Any a person would swoon from the touch of a pony, as those being fur lovers became easily willing to do for you any motioned suggestion of where to touch or scratch.
As good times would prove there are the willing to do what you would request, and once they were not their human selves, Kim stepped in, she took control and sold them at auction, some as cattle, sheep, goats, or very intelligent equine mounts for others to rent, or ride in the many local Parks.
The outback shed or barn as some who saw it said it was, was without any cooling air conditioning. You would sweat when standing in the barn and felt horny. As of rare occasions when a female visitor happened to come and wish to pet the cute pony, you sprawled over the dirt floor, letting your visitor sit as kneeling, spread eagle, giving her and you a fuller target up close and revealing.
You would do much drooling from the sniffing of females keeping you aroused, excited, and ready if some unwitting female should dare venture within your masculine reach. Your having become as a furry beckons the desire for others to touch your fur, as their stroking worked to cause something black and oily to come out to play.
Kim often did her best to keep the cuter females at a safe distance for their humility. The store manager wheeled his magical ways to divert the new pony to keep young children away from you. He knows you as he has known others like you, as they and you being horny seems as unending times when you would shiver, as scents work you into a frenzy.
Maybe when asleep, but with waking the body feels more alive than in anytime when you were human. Come the morning and there standing in the barn doorway was the store manager. Strange how morning, noon, or night with a few pelvis moves can coax an oily, black male member out from the sheath, it aroused and easier still to constantly stimulate it with ever-greater excitement, brings then four long spurts of equine creamy semen.
You often recall and do a silent laugh remembering from one queer girl coming into the shop, she saw you, and fell on her knees, grabbing at your sheath, tried to do her best at coaxing; only to have the store manager grab her, as rush her away to her more beastly doom.
Daily there are many sessions of mild to excessive tally-whacking until from a superior urge comes a massive climax, as you squirt, and spewing of a massive load. Such puddles of wanton lust happen often, much to the disgust of customers, and the store manager.
Remembered too were the once prized his human maleness, your having taken pills and used vacuum tubes to make it larger and a little longer; as oddly similar to what it since has become to be equine!
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