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Jay awoke with a sudden as horrific gasp; she remembered her dream, and a terrible nightmare. One shocking scene of mayhem that occurred once for real, as it had left her body scared and her lovely voice muted. Reality, fate, or a happening of predestination, whatever, and it seemed of the present as if she, Jay was getting a raw deal. Something in her, as from family relationships told of higher powers do things to enlighten and give direction to life, doing so in ways we as human kind sometimes fail to gain a quick understanding.
She swung her legs to the side of her bed, as she sat there trying to forget her nightmare, focusing more upon the day ahead, and of what manner of fun or mischief she might find as enjoyable. Jay lived with a loving family, they supporting her now more even than before her accident, as much offering her a sense of deep comfort during troubled times.
Her Father was the proverbial boss of both family and their dairy farm. His manner of voicing his wishes of work he wanted done by others he voiced sternly as if giving said persons their orders. Any a job completed and done well he gave the worker a handshake and proper congratulation. A man of means but not so bold as to remember he alone could not operate or manage the farm.
Dearest Mom was the homemaker, a mother to her chicks, a guide to what she hoped her children would model when someday they should leave home and begin living their lives with a sense of inner integrity.
Two brothers Todd and James, worked hard doing the weightier jobs, both strong teenage young studs they enjoyed their occasional bedeviling scheme to make the life of their older sister as a bit of hell, but they were family too!
Changed by the incident what hurt her, Jay became as a recluse much of the time, acting as distant from the family. She did her daily chores in a forced muted silence, unable to utter a word while tending to her Mustang horse she named as Max. Jay with Max, they became as closer by her lack of speech, each eying the other, thoughts entwined as seemed to work as a mutual empathy, horse and master. Max was her horse, he once a wild mustang stallion caught during a roundup, after meeting of Jay he befriended her as much she did of him.
Wild a horse, even the shaded mixture of his body color of dark brown blending into black shown in his mane and tail told of the mustang mix of heritage, part and portion given to being one of those wild horses what run free across the open plains. Max came into the loving as caring ways of Jay, she deciding as much demanding her horse would nary be a gelding, she liked him, wanting him to remain as one spirited an animal.
Each new day on a farm owes to different challenges, as all except for mom would go and work whether tending fences, haying, milking or doing general maintenance duties.
Jasmine her true name she preferred a shorter version what seemed to sounding tougher to her brothers, though she remained a pretty sort of girl. She as much the blend of her father and a loving mother, had her grown to stand a striking 5’8” tall, her endowed chest and an hourglass figure had her as the favorite catch of any a young man. To which Jay had her occasional fling with romance, never really finding that special someone she liked better than she did her farm partner, Max!
Petting and a sense of mutual care became for each a love of one as by Max a respect for her, his companion in life. Stallion, Max had his occasional authorized fling with a mare, as made use of his large genitals to breed and did well to impregnate a mare, giving the foals some of his wild mustang heritage.
Jay was accustomed to stand near and watch her stallion do his manner of mating. Jay gained a thought, a wonderment of what the mares felt as sensed from as how they were bred. Jay began to fantasize about such a wild manner of a relationship, not openly, as her brothers hearing of it would taunt her to near going insane if they knew.
By night, Jay would remain alone as she sat in her bedroom. She would wander the internet, she seeking out varied sites dealing with humans or animals telling of how they had mutual feelings for their pets. Then the happening began one special a night when Jay discovered a site dealing with transformation, based of furry loving people, and there she entered a chat room to listen, ponder, and add to her dreams.
After several nights of reading and watching what others said about their mutual sort of wild and often sexual ideas, Jay entered the chat. Inquisitive, Jay asked of all there as to why they thought or liked the idea of possibly or wishing to become as is an animal. The responses were many and some terse as if her question were an insult. One of those there seemed quite friendly and suggested they meet as talk about her wonderment using a messaging format.
Jay reluctantly agreed, and in place of her late night sessions of watching and reading, she began an on going evening time of relaxed conversing with new friend known to her by the erotic title of Satyr-John.
From what Satyr-John wrote and told Jay of his life and what he came to do as earning a livelihood, Jay knew he had another catch, a customer thinking new wonderments. John told of his family disowning him and he sent to reside as later take up normal residence living and working with his Uncle Jack, he the owner-proprietor of a costume shop, “The Second Skin.”
John and Jay conversed for weeks before the question arouse, that of Jay and her constant preoccupation, a wish that Max and her could become as more than horse and owner.
John the nephew to his Uncle the proprietor and he a salesperson there at the shop, told of his having heard hundreds of reasons of why, as some were weird, as to a person wishing they could become as some favorite form of animal. He confided with Jay telling of his circumstances instilled in him a drive to tickle the imaginations of acquaintances and make of them his customers. John told Jay in rather blunt details his arrival at the store there and of his Uncle suggesting he should try as put on one of the rarer costumes to gain a feel for the product he would be a salesperson selling. Laughingly, John told how he chose a goatish satyr costume. He said the essence of what the costume could do to as for a person came from wearing it while stock naked. John said much of what he thought as doubted the costume could do until slipping it on, he saw there a jar of the special an Apothecary made adhesive. Assuming the salve as something to help a person slip easier into the costume he used a liberal amount of it, smearing his feet, legs, groin, butt, torso and head to put on the costume. What it did do was to insight from the origin of the costume a joining, as he became in reality, his bodily form as that of a goatish a satyr.
The aftermath of his use of the adhesive with the goat skin made costume worked to change his body, as it made of him then a real satyr, gained his permanent second skin.
An e-mailed photo of what John looked like as being a satyr, made Jay laugh and think he was a nut for dressing up to appear before customers as if he were a true to life satyr. His photo instilled in Jay a wish of her trying on a mare costume. She typing asked John what he thought and his response to her tantalized Jay with the thought of gaining new sensualities.
John wrote asked about Max and what he looked like before suggesting a selection of a second skin that would set Jay on a new path of living a wilder life. John worked to entice Jay and to imagine her enjoying the tending to her duties about the farm while dressed in a costume similar to her owned horse, Max. He inspired her mind with vivid wonderment of what it would be like to being as feeling like then a mare, to become as if she were one of the animals there at the family farm.
Beckoning to what Jay wanted, of her to understand Max and the other horses. John having learned of Jay and her being made a mute, informed her of the costume had a way of revitalize a host body. Her loss of a larynx organ would as from the adornment of the neck portion of the specialty costume, would grant her a useable voice. A voice then for conversing with those that everyone considered as if but dumb beasts of burden.
Jay reading of this claimed ability caused her to ponder the gaining again her ability to communicate. Since the incident what maimed her, she increased her manners of being a loner, distancing herself from everyone but her mom. Her mother and the farm animals became the ones she felt as trusted, they never rendering a judgment of her for being a person mute of a voice in her continuing reality.
Never questioning her daughter, a loving mother wrote and sent a check to the costume shop. Two hundred dollars Jay repaid to her mother for the check she wrote. As Jay did not inform or offer her mother any reason to what the money would buy. Jay did as Satyr-John requested. She sent to him hair clippings from off the body of Max, her horse. As well including clippings of what were his mane and tail, as samples to match the color and hue of skin and fur.
Jay had come to trusting John, and e-mailing directly to him as questioning what the ordered costume might do to as for her. As from what John wrote what happened to him, Jay wanted to hear more about how she could appear as if the heritage to her stallion horse Max. Her thought of dressing in a sensual as sexy looking furred costume was to excite her and arouse Max. Her desire John understood and he used this of coax Jay along toward the idea of Max and Jay becoming physically as lovers.
Jasmine then waited three weeks for the package to arrive. All the while she waited, did she maintain a continuing conversing with John, coaxing her, telling her of what he in his second skin felt a heightened sensuality, something he fervently planned to send to her.
When then postal driver drove up the long as dusty drive from the road to the farmhouse, Jay was there to accept as take into her possession the rather bulky package.
Fate was in her favor on that day, as her two brothers were away from the farm having gone with their father, they together went to the cattle auction that day at the Louisville livestock association.
She with the package in her hands, Jay charged into the house and up the stairs to her spacious bedroom. She placed the package upon her bed and there she began opening her great hopes. After Jay removed the brown paper wrappings, she found an envelope, a hand written letter from John to Jay. In the letter he explaining how she should wear her costume and with his letter was a drawing, the example of what Jay might expect she would look like when looking partially similar to a horse mare.
Jay was ecstatic as she eyed the artistic rendition of what she as in her costume would resemble. She then being a sleek and sensual a human form, endowed while enhanced, her head, neck, shoulders encompassing her breasts, even puckering the nipples. She stood there feeling of the rump portion to her very special costume and of the leggings being of something more exciting to her imagining.
Removing the costume for its packaging, Jay handled the horsehair and thick skin-like portions to her costume, she noting it came in five separate parts. First was a headpiece made to fit about her head, it had of it a skin with short fur like the head and face of Max her horse. She eyed the mask so noting the realistic horse ears, of enlarged dark eyes and a muzzle to cover her own nose and mouth.
The second part, a silver colored as braid-threaded head halter, it for her to use and adorn her newly contoured face and head.
A third portion to her costume came as a horsehair skin to cover her neck, shoulders and the full length of her shapely torso, it looked outwardly like a vest made of real horse hide. The vest enveloped her chest and breasts, leaving her nipples protruding. Jay looked at the outside of the costume and smiled, she delighted at seeing her costume, it made by an artist.
She continued to inspect the inside of her costume vest seeing a netting of dark strands, some thin and other larger, as if they were the blood vessels, veins and arteries in the skin of a real horse.
Feeling of the vest portion what would cover her torso from about the neck to in and through her sexy groin, she marveled at the excellent workmanship. Something Jay never expected she noted of a black vaginal fitting sleeve. The sleeve was there to fit up as tucked inside her vaginal opening. The costumed labia lips had the appearance of being true to form and color, a perfect resemblance to the vulva of an equine mare. Her looking and feeling to the soft and sensual material made her own vagina begin to moisten with unbridled desire. Passions flared as Jay felt an erotic desire for her vagina to gain the ability to expand wider its opening, as if for some new and unexplainable reason she wished for Max to mount, mate, and breed with she, his master.
Embarrassed by her then perverse thoughts of having animal a relationship with her horse, the act of bestiality, Jay wanted sensuality but not at the cost of her morality!
Jasmine stood there holding her purchase of a dreamed wish made possible. If what her friend John told her was true, she held there something with strange powers. She smiled as beheld the costume, knowing her wearing of it would arouse in her feelings worthy of becoming something born wild. She stood there feeling her passions fire in her a near orgasmic a response from what the costume when worn would evoke. A whispered sigh of forlorn hope as she looked then beyond the erotic sensuality of supposed fake equine vulva lips, noting as to her costume had an excellent configured tail.
A portion to the vest slipped through her groin to encompass her buttocks. The rump had with it her tail, it a distinct reminder of the tail on Max. Jay looked at how the costume material was form fitting to her buttocks as if made to tuck and narrow them, causing her anus to protrude similar to the rump end of a horse.
The forth parts to her costume dealt with her legs. As the torso part to her costume had holes for her legs to extend through, the leg-socks were an equally exceptional piece of workmanship!
Each leg had with it a hoof for her toes to enter, a place for each toe to fit inside the realistic looking as feeling like it were made of hoof cartilage. Noticing the comparative action build into the costume fitted hoof, a metal hinge worked similar as would the fetlock, while a strap shaft form fitted the human foot to tilt upright making the heel work as would a horse hind hock. Jasmine stood there and marveled at the costume her two hundred dollar purchased for her to enjoy.
The legging skin was much the same as was that of the torso material, as supple to the touch on the outside, as it was a interlaced webbing on the inside. Jasmine began stroking the costume leggings, she feeling of it reminder her of how Max felt when she would wash his legs when cleaning him up to walk in the July parade.
Jay picked up the package from where she removed her costume from only to feel it as rather off balance and weighty, that was when she found then a jar of salve. Picking it out of the corner to the package, Jay eyed the jar, as read the label.
“Lasso, Halter, & Nose Ring Apothecary, is a world renowned maker of body enhancing supplements for the discerning user. This jar contains an enduring enhancement salve for use as an adhesive, created especially for personalized costumes made by The Second Skin Shop.”
Jay was again about ready to throw away the packaging, as from inside it she heard something rattling about. Another checking of the packaging she found a small bottle of black liquid, it bearing a label with its claim to fame being, “Lips, nipples, and anal color tinting.”
Sisters of Fate offered their influence when from downstairs her mother called up the stairway to her daughter. She informing Jasmine as reminding her she would be on her own at home that evening, as planned, her mother would meet some friends in town and knit until almost midnight.
Jasmine listened and came down the stairs to let her mother lip-read her daughter. While Jasmine lipped her mother a farewell, her mind was ablaze with a plan to try on her costume and wear it for a fun as wild night of sensual frolic.
Jasmine watched from her upstairs bedroom window as her mother drove away from the house. When the dust had blow away and the car was out of sight, Jay turned to her costume and began to undress. She got naked as what John had wrote her, telling of his experience, for her gain of a fuller appreciation of her mare costume. Soon Jasmine was in her naked beauty, smiling into a full length mirror, pondering whether to try on the leggings first or the torso portion to her costume, noting her puckered as aroused nipples.
After some thought, the torso portion won out and Jasmine slipped her legs in first, tugging up the G-string snug in her crotch. She then inserted her arms through the holes made for them and felt the ends to the vaginal sleeve began to poke at her most sensitive privacy. Using her fingers, Jasmine pressed the black as rather leathery feeling sleeve across her aroused and extra-sensitive labia lips. As she rolled it in and pushing it up inside her vaginal canal, the material flattening snug to her skin, felt as if it had merged into that portion of her anatomy.
The costume portion touching her back had sewn into it a Velcro overlay to help form fit the costume snugly to the wearer. Her endowed breasts pushed then into the fur covered mounds made to fit, as her puckered nipples protruded boldly, aiding with the sensations of her arousal. The brushed touch to her nipples by fingers worked to stimulate her more, causing her vagina to begin weeping, as Jasmine began to breathe short as quick breaths.
Soon Jasmine stood there huffing her breathing, feeling excited and aroused, she saw the small bottle of nipple tinting liquid. The thought to try it, to dabbing some of it on her stiff nipples made Jasmine feel as act giddy. As she twisted open the small bottle, and with lifting the cap, she found it had built as part of the cap a small brush. Her hands shaking, Jasmine dotted and dabbed the black liquid at as on, and encircling her nipples. The black liquid caused a discoloration of her brown nipples, they becoming a deep black their color and grew longer to remind her of cow teats.
Jasmine wheeled her torso as she wanted to moan, she feeling much more aroused, felt delighted from how her tainted nipples added something strangely exciting to her whole new realm of sensations. Aroused and feeling wild pangs enough for her to think then of going to Max and offer him a romp, Jasmine turned and looked at her bedside alarm clock, she noting the time as then two O’clock in the early afternoon.
Contemplating the time and how long a duration she had to fully enjoy her costume, she began thinking about trying on more than just the torso portion. As she reached for the legging and hoof to fit it up her right leg. She plopped on her bed and rolling to lie on her back, she slipped inside as put on her the right leg-covering, tugging it into place. A stretching tug of the costume legging and it by some manner seemed to attach directly to the lower part to her torso set. The left legging worked as well the same, and when it made a contact with the torso portion, it became as if all one piece.
Jasmine rolled off her bed and stood up on her hoofs. She marveled at the feelings as if she really had horse hind legs. A few strides steps she discovered her costume felt exceptionally comfortable as making walking equine style, becoming as a simple flowing action.
Walking in wide circles there in her bedroom, Jasmine felt a sense of wonderment growing in her chest. As much she felt delighted with the vast as different sensualities being in part like a horse, a mare as her costume offered its wearer. As she strutted her walking she felt her tail sway and swish, the coarser hairs of it tickling her anus and delighting her to smile and think then to contact John.
E-mailed John, Jasmine wrote, “Hello John, Satyr John, the package with my costume arrived today. An unexpected destiny and everybody vacated here, granting me time enough to put on as wear my costume. I so enjoy the torso portion and the leggings am outstanding of workmanship. I have yet to try the headpiece, as I plan to enjoy for tonight the fullest of new sensualities.”
Jasmine stood there nervous and awaiting an answer, but none came, and she stirred with passion, as strode out her bedroom, down the stairway, across the living room, and through the kitchen. Once outside and in the warmer summertime air, her costume seemed to snug tighter, the vaginal sleeve causing her to feel it increase her sense of arousal. She breathing harshly never felt such want or desire, not even when in the rear seat of a car at the drive in movie.
A sniff of the air and Jasmine sensed the scent belonging to her horse Max. He whinnied to Jasmine from where he stood in his stall. She walked toward him, slowing her strides as she neared the door to the stable. A concern for her safety as health and life urged her to think, to reconsider, as Max and his size as length of maleness was too long for her human vaginal depths. Her passions were pushing and winning as Jasmine turned her back toward Max and she sought then the possible play and comfort offer to her by a smaller pony.
Prancing, Jasmine felt the call to leap the corral fence and doing so, she began to trot-run across the pasture. Aroused, Jasmine felt a renewed thrill by her ability then to run speedily, being surefooted, hoofed, the more she ran the more she felt a want and need to breed.
An hour of wild running had Jasmine all lathered with sweat, she looking similar to a horse having just run flat out a four mile run. She entered the barn and then to the stable, her sweaty scent stirring Max, but it aroused Charlie too!
Charlie, a boarded pony pet belonging to Misses Hardesty, he a special bred miniature stood five hands tall, was a tenth the size of Max in every part of his physical dimensions.
Oddly what Jasmine felt as her need was the same as might a mare coming into season. As she stood facing at and eying small Charlie, he scenting her, became aroused, sporting an erection. Jasmine tried to crouch down as kneel beside Charlie, but her legs did not work the same then because of her costume.
Jasmine fell as face down into the pony stall straw covering the concrete floor in the stables. She quickly rolled over to lie on her back as Charlie stepped forward, he straddle standing over her, with his lips and tongue he muzzle nuzzling her naked furry vagina.
Some moral thought told Jasmine to get up and not toy with Charlie. She needed to think her course of arguments due to her lacking a larynx, unable even to moan. Looking around, Jay felt a prodding want for affectionate Charlie the pony to come and mate with her. She eyed his shorter and not as thick an equine male member, making it capable of entry into her, and possible as able of him to mate, as breed with her.
Seeing Charlie and what he had as aroused, the form of it seemed as too morbid for her to let it enter her body, horse, mare, or not! Pony too was an animal, though handsome and eager, she knew that letting him mate was wrong!
Jasmine mentally argued both pro and con, feeling a growing urge, as she had to deal with it in silence. The personal battle began form new feelings, while instinctive ideals surfaced inside her mind to arouse her body. Dry lips and sweaty hands, Jay wished as wanted for relishing an enjoyment of wild, raw animal passions.
As thoughts changed, she then smiled, recalling how she liking the feelings from friend Bobby while they laid together on the backseat to his car. Bobby was a riot of fun, as remembering those times, Jay felt her enlarged vagina begin to wink, it with a fur surround, the idea of mating with an animal with her as part animal did not seem as such a poor idea!
Again she felt resolute against the passionate idea to let the male animal mate with her. Jasmine rolled over to sit up as stood up, she stomped a leg and hoof, the sound of hoof to floor echoed the stables and made for Max jump and whinny.
Aroused with struggle, Jay and her strange feelings, turned as then walked, stomped out of the stables, to return to her bedroom, planning there to remove the costume. Arguing her options, she thought of her wish to become a horse is the projection of peoples’ dreams about their strength, and beauty, the becoming has the capability of giving an escape from her mundane existence!
When she arrived back to her room there was a message waiting for her. John had replied, as he wrote an e-mailed reply to Jay (Jasmine)
“Take great care when first trying on the costume. The makeup of the costume skin can arouse, causing your body to want as feel a dire urge, an instinctive need to mate. Take it slow; know too that sex with an animal can cause you physical injury and irreparable damage to the costume. Understand such possible damage, and injury to your body from mating animal early-on cause’s strange as difficult to explain how you came by getting the painful injuries.
The adhesive I included is for use later, as after you have worn the costume several times. It is helpful to the final outcome to allow a time to learn how best to find pleasurable enjoyment from the costume. To use the adhesive would physically change the costume and you to merge as it would become a natural part of your anatomy. Some of the costumes made here at the shop have an ability to physically adhere as change a body, merging human with animal.
Pleasurable and sensual/sexual fun as continued breeding of you with an animal causes a degrading of your mentality, drawing you into acting as decidedly wishing to become then as if a true-born animal.
It happened as much to me, as I became a Satyr, and since have had a terrible time trying to ignore the urge to mate with doe goats. I have a seasonal feel, a radical need, as would a buck goat in rut. When it happens, my feeling rut, it makes me froth at the mouth. I becoming robust of want to fondle and breed whether a female customer or a doe goat, as then my only consideration is of me and what I must have to quell the aching passion.
When I enter my time of rut, Uncle Jack comes and locks my bedroom door, he keeping me imprisoned until the passion ceases.
Sometimes I remain locked in my room for several days. As during those wilder days I need masturbate and spew forth pints of semen. I tend to squirt it on the bedroom walls until it dries and when encrusted, I like to pluck at it and eat the vile flakes as they fall.
I tend now more than ever to like what I become and think if given time to adjust, as someday asking my uncle to help me go full-on and become a male goat. There is a growing wish within me to join any herd of doe goats as they graze in their pasture, allowing me to act and become then a complete buck goat.
I expect you will find being an anthro-mare as something wondrous and special. One thing more, the costume and adhesive together make things happen to what uncle says is our time-continuum. This is the changing of what people think about, as of what you became, or as if you were always as an animal of form. People tend to ignore your changes, and consider the anthro-you as if the normal you!
Please keep in contact as long as you retain your dexterity of having hands to master using your keyboard, remembering that from sexual pleasures, comes physical changes.
To try, do or continue enjoying animal sex after the use of the adhesive, you and the costume become as one! Your fun times having sexual relations with humans does nothing to you as increase urging or changing. However, the men mating you more than once can become infected, causing their maleness to change, as becoming equine of color, texture, contours, and length. To some men such changes would be a welcomed change, as others find it a dishonor and might become violent, so beware.
Do have fun, and contact me when you have tried the adhesive.
Jay sat on the foot end of her bed; she stared down at the costume. She with tears in her eyes, as memories of what she felt from wearing it stirred the battle between giving in to her passions, or taking the costume outside and tossing it into the burn-barrel. As she sat there almost at the ready of scooping up the costume to take it outside and rid her life of its affects, Jay was reminded what her mother said about making quick decisions.
A reconsidered as determined “No,” pulsed through her mind. Jay a person once with the gift of gab, she in the past could strike up a conversation with a stranger, to have them talking to her as if they and she were old friends. Her quick thinking mind was at work battling in silence the new sensations she felt within and upon her body. The parents taught her a sense of morality, a code of ethics to living life she rarely crossed the line, as if so she did it in private, with complete anonymity.
To Jay there was the family as a unit and she used the memories of their love to combat against the onslaught of animalistic ideals, of equine desire, as if she were a mare owing to her instincts. Logical thoughts knew that animals had not the ability to reason and without this ability to stir them to deal with life, as higher powers granted them preset patterns of ideals to deal with the situations of life. Her owning of Max her mount and companion had a relationship as he would greet Jay with similar an attitude as he might a mare in season. He often reacting as associating their relationship sexually as might a stallion and gaining a full-length but still flaccid an erection.
If it were that time during the month and Jay felt her pangs, her meeting then Max, he would sniff at her, and continue to sniff of her until he found where the scent availed the strongest. One hefty a snuff and Max curling back his upper lip was an embarrassing moment for Jasmine if any other person were with her or someone working there at the farm were to see what Max did. As Max began his manners of doing courting Jay as if she were a mare, of nuzzling at her as to ask if she were willing for him to mount and mate.
That equestrian background taught to Jay, she knew what to expect from animals in general, she acquainted to her relationship with Max. He did his practices not from any a logical reasoning, but as set inbred instinctive, as an ordered programming much the same as is a computer would operate using the basic "Dos program" to manage the newer as higher programs operating within the mind of the machine.
Jay, having donned and worn her special made costume felt the inroad of similar ideals as prodding at her sense of morality. She had an occasional wonderment while tending to her farm duties, tending to the animals and their needs, as what it would be like if she could become as one, preferring to be near to Max.
She felt a sense of fear from her one time of wearing that spellbinding costume. She ignored her parental taught ideas and let the animalistic enjoyment of the costume affect her morality. She felt certain her mindset about living bestial as might a mare, and she being near a stallion, had gained then her preset pangs.
As her physical and mental fate teetered, Jay smiled seductively, thinking as willing then to act with a heightened sense of freedom of self, and follow as do what her new instincts suggested.
The conflicting ideals from her new self had Jasmine deciding to prefer a change of form even if it would decimate her personality as a young woman. Smiling as she thought about it, she pondered her change of feelings, had come to terms with all her mental embattling, deciding to want as except the simple instinctive nature of being an animal and give in to her lusts.
Something Jay did not realize was the plot of her entrapment set by Satyr-John. He had sold her a costume with very special life changing properties that of itself would become a sensual curse. The curse increased in its power of control over Jay after she would make use of the costume adhesive. The special properties of the adhesive infects a body when applied, bringing forth a permanence of physical change, if need be still to force then Jay to become in part a mare.
A part of the bigger plot to own Jasmine of body, mind, and her soul came with the donning on the head-piece. The equine ears, some facial skin and the joining muzzle aided in the enslavement to the costume by the wearer. A final as finishing touch to a costumed face and head of adding the silver stranded head halter tended to finish the devilishness of the costumed curse. The silver halter would be the crowning finality upon Jay, encased inside something of her own choosing, inside a mare costume, all of her body and future would adhere to the principals of being an animal, a mare, and to live her life on the inside of the farm corrals.
On her second time of wearing her costume came late at night. As she expected everyone in the household to be asleep, Jay donned the leggings and torso of her costume, adding the head-piece as a last thought. As it became her last true thought human-wise, Jay pranced out of the house, she leaping the four-rail high pasture fence and began to run free as if wild and part of the animal kingdom.
Unseen, a brother sat in his bedroom window enjoying smoking some relaxing sort of a wild grown weed. Looking off across the surrounding land what should he see, but his sister dash from the rear porch door, she dressed in a foolish looking costume and acting as if she were some wild mare. Todd smoked his last and tossed the butt out his bedroom window before he climbed down from his window using the thick wire of the electric service to the house, his means to escape the family when going to reap his whacky tobacco. Hitting the ground he ran after his sister, wishing to see what she was doing.
Elated by her sensations, Jasmine entered and mingled with the small herd of farm horses left to nightly graze. Her mind was enthralled with learning all the details of how it was to be a mare. Her life until then was caring for the horses and their general needs, but she knew little of how the horses chose as knew which grasses to eat and those as bitter.
Jay having donned the head-piece did something to help and suggest to her mind as if driven on by instincts, she needed to try, to learn, as in time she might prefer doing her eating by grazing.
Todd crouched low and watched the strange pageantry of his sister acting as if she were a horse. He snickered when seeing Jasmine on all fours and she cropping at the grass and actually eating what she bit off and chewed. He fell over and rolled around silently laughing when as after seeing Jasmine sniff at a fresh fallen pile of mare manure and she lipped at it, took a bite. He watched with wide eyes and stifled laughter seeing as she chewed the bite of manure and never spit it out. In the essence of her actions, Jay was doing what her new instincts told her she should do, as to gain inside her the required bacteria to digest grass and begin living as would any herbivore.
As the august summertime sun rose over the hills to the east of their farm, Jasmine looked up at it and was reminded of who she really was and what all of her lifestyle. She rose up to stand on two legs and with the mare watching in stunned wonderment, their newest companion fled the pasture. Jay turning to run startled the other horses there, as a moment later the herd chased after Jasmine.
Worry of being found out, or worse seen by anyone with her in her costume, drove Jay to run as fast as she could. When she returned to and entering the house, dashing to her bedroom she planed there to defrock the costume. Her plans included an early shower-bath, bathing to remove the odor of her fun night of equine camaraderie. When cleaned, refreshed, and a taint of flowery scent she would then dress as proper for being a daughter before she joined the family at breakfast.
That was her plan in general and would have gone as planned if not for her wary older brother Todd. When Jay walked into her upstairs bedroom, there seated on her bed sat Todd. A brother-sister argument ensued, the details of what he said and Jay hand-sign communicated neither later could remember. What happened she remembered as caused her fears to increase, even as Todd forgot most of everything he ever learned. He there in the haste of the moment, as they did the odd form of arguing, the silver halter became an object used to threaten.
Ultimately, the silver halter became a physical item of intimidation, but to Todd, affective in its way to assure his continuing the secret of the costume.
Todd stood there chiding Jasmine about her costume and of going to romp with the mares grazing. He smiled when he told of seeing her eating fresh dropped poop. Todd held in his hand the silver halter. Foolishly, and to make sport of his sister he put the halter to his face and stood there facing her, he mimicked a horse giving a whinnied laugh.
Jasmine knew what Satyr John wrote and informed the halter would make happen if it were worn. She struggled with her brother to retrieve it before he might place it completely upon his face and head. Hands struggling for different reasons, Todd pulled at the halter wishing to hold it and humiliating his sister.
He continued to whinny several more times, as each seemed to gain a realistic tone. He did it to taunt Jay, as then he stood there feeling a strangeness she understood seeing him as his eyes widened. Todd felt a sense of fear. The halter began to impose its purpose as Todd struggled using his hands to try and remove the halter.
Even as he struggled to try and remove it, there began paining of the wearer, directly causing Todd drastic changes. He realized his thoughts became as rearrange, he had the instinctive feelings of flight and fright syndrome, what mirrored those common to what would properly wear a head halter.
Todd began to back away from his sister, he, his face becoming darker, the color of his skin showing the first of much more to change. He began to snuffle with a pathetic sounding tone, as if he from his changing were feeling a great sense of anguish. Proper to its use and purpose for being, the head halter when used with any a costume helped to arrange the wearer to become permanently different. Todd had not a costume to offer some form of directing. Instead, he experienced a manner of conforming to each passing minute, becoming generally of form to being an animal.
As his lips swelled to thicken and merged with his nose to form a muzzle, Todd tried to scream aloud, as enough to awaken the entire household. His voice was silenced, the halter undecided to its assigned purpose, would later return Todd some manner of communicating his feelings.
Jasmine took pity on her brother, she did not know for sure to what finality her special made halter would control. She seeing of what her brother looked as becoming was inevitable, she took him by the hand and led him downstairs. They traversed a path though to and out the rear door to the house. Jay thought to take her changing brother to the barn-stable, as there he then placed inside a stall, could finalize what form and feelings of living where he would feel more at home.
Todd seeing to where Jay was leading him, he began to struggle against her plan and tried to break free from her grasp. Todd his legs gaining by then increased muscle tone and strength, as they entered the stables, he calmed. He looking down at changing feet, Todd dashed to a stall, oddly one with a window and a view of the corrals. Jay stood by her brother, she petting him as her only way to show her concern, as she mutely held a wish she could console her brother.
Mentally, by then the halter had Todd thinking more with the mindset of him being an animal, as the concept of trusting he had ceased to own an understanding. His nostrils expanded as he sniffed scents, drew in ever mightier breaths.
Jasmine still in her mare costume noted the clothes worn by Todd were like rotting, falling from off him, soon he would stand there as naked like an animal. Seemingly Todd felt no worry about his becoming naked; he stood at the stall window and stared outside.
Jay then tried looking outside the window to see what Todd stared at, she became amazed. Seeing there the black beauty of a Morgan mare boarded there at the farm by her owner, she was in season and wafting her scent to any as all perspective stallions.
Instantly Jay knew what her brother had on his mind and she knew more, as what if he went and tried to mate with the mare the halter would decide what was as its finality for Todd. As again they struggled, sister and brother, but one was becoming strong like a born animal. Todd looked for a long moment at Jay, she as much appearing as is a mare, he eyed her dark vulva, but pushed past her, as if driven to prefer the sensuality of the black mare.
Dashing on changing legs and feet, Todd walking on his toes, he ventured around back behind the barn and leaping the corral fence with ease, he stood and confronted the horny mare.
The urging felt by Todd of what he saw as wanted, the mare seemed to him as something there and immediate to help him exhaust his male passions. The unexpected pleasuring by Todd to the mare gave the head halter a deciding to cause changing. As would it finish a costume to become a reality to the wearer, the sexual sensations helped begin the same changing of Todd. As he stood behind the mare sniffing her, his hands touched her sensual winking folds. Roused mentally to his task, Todd as wanting to begin rutting the mare, as gripping his still human penis, he cast a gaze toward his sister, she by then standing and watching, unable to stop him from his beginning a life of equine glory.
Jay walked to where she could better watch her brother deal with a hapless feeling. She wanted to stop Todd from making a great mistake, something he if not urged by the halter, he would not think as of doing. His seductive sounding moans of feeling a sense of woe soon ceased. The touch and scenting of the mare and the legs, feet, and toes of Todd the human became wholly equine, enabling him to his task.
Todd whinnied with a rather relieved sound as he with his growing penis did slide inside the mare to being his stallion ritual. New sensations and instincts drove Todd to begin humping the mare as he his body began showing drastic changing.
Jasmine stood and watched, seeing her brother do to the mare caused her to feel a bit jealous of the mare. As his tail grew out of his rump and soon flourished to something he swatted with excitement, Jay felt a want to enter the corral.
She stopped just short of opening the corral gate and entering, wishing to have the changing brother, soon stallion to give her some fun pleasuring. Jay watched Todd and the mare, she noting as the sun rose higher, did begin to wonder if, or as when someone else might come and see the strange equine orgy happening there in the corral.
The speed to the thrusting became equal to the task as did it give assertion to the halter and its powers over the body changing. Todd groaned as he climaxed, but continued to hump-rut the mare a second session. His body had conformed to becoming as equine as was his posterior and legs to hoofs. His sheath tickled at the vulva of the mare making their time together as equally exciting to the both and to Jay watching.
The sandy blonde hair on the head of her brother gave purpose to the color he as a horse and stallion, would look gallant. The halter is something made strong to help control an animal body and mind as it did to Todd, causing in him changes until forced to feel aroused by a mare, he preferred her to that of his own born species. His human essence fading as he thrust forward his lust of passion, as soon he would stand by design and his choice as a Morgan breed of equine.
When with his second great climaxing blast what purged his testicles of the last of his human semen, the powers that be created the final changes to a supreme stallion. As Todd finished and slid from off the back of the black mare he had a moment of peace to realize as discovered what his new bestial pleasures did to him!
He the family bigot saw himself then differently, as being then a horse his skin color had darkened, while to his further dismay manly skin became the thicker, tougher blackened hide of a masculine animal, he a horse. Todd whinnied, giving a frantic cry as if to plead for forgiveness, but he was beyond any possible point of returning to the way he was born.
Snorting, anxious, his tail flicking, swatting harshly at his broad thighs-flanks, he looked toward his sister and would have shed a tear if his big eyes only could.
Intelligence began to blend with instincts and natural behavior patters as Todd marched his enlarged self walking in a circle, struggling to decide what for him higher powers had decided. He knew his mute sister could not offer him any words to suggest what next he should do, but Jasmine came close to him, she stroking his fuzzy muzzle. As she reached to take hold the silver halter and lead her stallion brother to the barn, to a stall, and lock him there, the halter parted, broke, fell from off a changed victim.
Jasmine caught the silver halter in her hands as she and Todd saw it as if broken, leaving him to be what he earlier had thought as insanely stupid of his sister. Seeming to understand what Jasmine would do with him; Todd took the lead and walked out of the corral, away from his mare, and headed for the barn, a stall, his proper place to reside.
Jasmine watched as had marveled at how quickly the changes began and finished, making of her muscular athletic brother an equally supreme an equine form of an athlete. The black mare was the essence of good health and from her Todd derived an equality of form and healthiness. Though sullen about his predicament, as he strode slowly along the aisle between the various corrals, he walked allowing his massive maleness to swing, as slap at his flanks.
Jasmine noted the swaying black member and she following her brother, licked her lips as she felt a sense of desire for Todd, he being then a horse and not her brother.
As Todd entered the barn, walking through the open doorway and along the aisle between vacant stall, Jasmine felt an odd tingling feeling in the hand holding the remnants of the magical halter. Jasmine stopped and stood looking down at the halter, seeing how in miraculously mended its severed strap, did have a vibration in it what suggested it regained its life-changing powers.
Todd stood in his stall and whinnied to his sister.
Jasmine with the mended halter in hand, walked up to the stall and with a grin as she stared up at Todd, she swung the stall door closed, latched, and dooming her brother to become a Morgan stallion.
A look up at the lighted clock hung above the barn doorway, and Jasmine dashed off, she running to the house, slipping in before her mother would be in the kitchen fixing breakfast for all. A rushed mad dash up the stairway and into her bedroom, Jasmine began to remove her equine costume.
As she placed the silver halter in her underwear drawer, a place she felt assured her younger brother nor would her father dare to open, or put their hands inside. Urgent minutes and after five more Jasmine was naked and grabbing a pair of blue jeans and a snug fitting T-shirt, she was off to the upstairs bathroom and a hot shower. Steam and bar soap washed off the sweat and scent of her night of frolic with the mare herd. A tooth brushing helped some to refresh her breath, the vile flavor of mare manure still tainting her tongue.
The loving voice of her mother calling to her daughter to hurry downstairs and come to the breakfast table, a scared Jasmine wondered as to what questions all there might ask as where or what had happened to the elder brother.
A father and then the only son were busily conversing about the stock purchased the previous day. They barely ceased to talk when Jasmine arrived to the kitchen; she plopped down on a chair and sat waiting patiently for the first horrid question to where be brother Todd?
“Jasmine, if you can spare the time in your daily duties, we need someone to ride fence repair today,” her father asked of his daughter, he receiving a nod as his answer.
“Good then, if you like you may ride the new Morgan stallion, his name is Todd, you will find him as quite gentle for a mature stallion.” Father said to his daughter, he then returning to conversing with his son James. “I shall be away for three days, during which time you being the only man here of the family, I expect you to act with diligence to your work.
Jasmine knows what she need do and I expect she will do her best. When I return, I expect to have a signed agreement for our new stud to show his male ability on a regular basis. John Killingsworth owns a breeding stud upstate, and we know each other from college years. He wanted some Morgan bloodline added to his general breeding stock, so our new stallion will make us some big money.”
Stunned, Jasmine remembered her elder brother when all there seemed not to know he ever existed. She, his sister knew of him and of what he became as was then to remain. The reason of why her father, mother, as well James too, thought of Todd as being the horse he was, of using him for being a stallion. Todd, that handsome as fun-loving a person degraded from his many plans to then mate, he breeding with mares, the reality of it had her dumbfounded.
A fast gulped breakfast and a wondering Jasmine dashed from the house to the barn, she eager to see her brother. She wondered as she hustled to the barn if her hand signs he would know, or would he remember? When she stood at the stall door and confronted the blonde stallion, he shaking his head, snorting, as flicking his almost white tail, his actions was those of a stallion horse. Jasmine approached Todd, she reaching to give his muzzle a friendly petted touch.
The sunrise, the daytime warming heat, all helped to arouse the smells within the barn as Todd, being then a horse and lastly a human, felt the urges to become more like what he was, a horse, an animal, and a stallion. Bold and indignant of the reached hand coming toward his blind spot, he nipped his teeth at the approaching appendage.
The friendly hand was withdrawn quickly, as checked to be sure there were not a scratch of bite mark. Jasmine wondered as she looked up at the tall horse, and saw in his eyes the look of an animal bedeviled by fury. The placement of a common-made bridle and smooth bit she slipped in a virgin mouth and over the horse head. Even as Jasmine did what was necessary to ready any horse for her to ride, her stallion knew her, he calm then as dipped his muzzle to allow the ease of accepting what he became as was being a horse. The saddle blanket and saddle were added without any manner of dislike, as Jasmine eager to ride her brother, she mounted him and with a kick of her heels, Todd reacted as if he were a true-born horse!
As from that moment and for the long hot day of riding, Todd acted as if he were always a horse. Jasmine petting and stroking his hairy self he paid her little attention, and twice did flick his coarse haired tail across her face. Jasmine swatted at the tail but noted no sign of her brother acting as he would when trying in the past to be a stinker. The day and the riding went off as normal for both horse and his rider. When Jasmine returned Todd to the barn, she unsaddled him and proceeded to towel his sweaty body before she curried and brushed him into a relaxed state.
Their ride and the physical exercise of Todd being a horse, when he stood in his stall, enjoying there the brushed attentions by Jasmine, gaining a calm demeanor he reacted as would a horse and let go a full bladder. Luckily for Jasmine she was tending to brush his tail when from a half-erect, soft as flaccid a horse cock spewed forth a gush of stinking urine. No sooner had it happened and he feeling added sense of calm did he give an indignant snort and shake of his head as if to ask the pardon of his sister for his blatant action.
Jasmine walked around the flooded puddle made by her then equine brother, and facing him she smiled and began petting as hugged his horse head. They, the not existent brother and his sister had a secret what if she tried to tell not a sole would believe what was the truth. Each knew the other but in silence, as Jay could not talk or tell Todd how she felt, how she felt jealous of what he became, he her brother held similar ideals about his human sister.
Later when at dinner and to a stunned Jasmine, her mother announced of plans to go again into town and there to knit with friends. Then James told all of his having a date with a girl! Jasmine widened her eyes when James said he was going out with a girl. He knew what she would say if she could and said a grumbled word, only to smile then as he asked his only sister if she wanted anything from town.
Jasmine shook her head to answer as if “No, nothing,” though delighted at the prospect of her having an evening alone to put on her mare costume and go bedevil Todd. A nervous hour later and Jasmine already wearing the leggings of her mare costume watched the two cars drive away from the family farm. She was ecstatic at the thought, her delight to again feel like a mare and have then a brother as a horse to add to her sense of appreciation.
When she stood looking at what her costume made for her to feel as close to real, a look to the dresser drawer, she knowing of what the halter did to Todd, it seemed to draw at her as well.
“How much more real could she feel if using the Apothecary adhesive and the halter would she become then as is a mare for her brother and/or any other stallion to mate and breed? Deciding, Jasmine began removing her costume with the idea of making it a permanent part of her physical self. As she unscrewed the lid to the jar the smell of the adhesive about knocked unconscious.
Looking around for what she might have handy to dip into the jar and then smear it on her skin, Jasmine sighed and made use of her hands. The stinking junk felt chilly cold when it touched her skin. She was a bit surprised how after smearing a foot and leg the pulling on of the costume smoothed easily into place. Firstly was the right foot and leg and then she did the same for her left foot and leg. As the costume seemed to set firmly in place over her legs she felt a warmth, and sensations from her having then horse hair as part of her skin.
The torso portion came next and standing rather awkwardly before her full length mirror, Jasmine smeared the junk everywhere, including inside her vagina, all about her double D-size breasts, across her back to encircle her neck. She then slipped into the torso portion of the costume and felt that same relaxing sense of warmth. As she stood eying her then horsehair coated body, she aw the black sleeve she should tuck in as make it permanent a change to her labia lips and the vagina beyond.
The tucking of the blackening sleeve offered a warm feeling that swept up as inside her sexuality to consume it with equine changes. She never felt such a sense of foreboding a feeling as what swept inside and all around her rump. Wishing she could hear her own voice moaning from the sensations, she feeling nervous, suddenly then noted her tail as moving. Indeed, she, Jasmine was able to make her costume tail to move, to rise, to swish, to swat, the thing had strength about it!
A turning away from the mirror and she rising the tail high as to the side as do mares wishing to offer a stallion his delight, she saw not a black anus but her own pinkish, human anal port. Just then she thought of the blacking liquid Satyr-John told of including with the costume. Jay walked to her dresser and in her jewelry case set the bottle. She picked it up and stride walked to the mirror, noting how her legs seemed more like hind legs in actions and sensation.
Unscrewing the small bottle, it had as part of the cap a stem and brush for applying the substance. Jasmine looked at her reflection, she not sure she was doing the right thing, but resolved at the idea she was stuck to most of her costume by then. A dab and spiraled a encircling of the blackening liquid she applied then to the nipple on each of her breasts.
Leaning forward and turning her rump toward the mirror, Jasmine then painted her anus with the blackening liquid. As she watched expecting to see it dry as discolor her anus, she became amazed as it puckered up, protruding, it looking like the anus on a horse. Settled with then her changed anus she stood up and gawked at what had become of her breasts.
There in the mirror she saw her ample sized breasts to have deflated, they looking as if merged into one larger tit with two nipples.
Realization then struck as her costume making her to become horse-like, her breasts tainted became an udder as her nipples became teats. For a long moment Jasmine felt saddened at her change of breasts, she liked how they joggled when she walked or ran, and of the nipples, when she was aroused, they became excitedly sensual. As she smoothed out the few wrinkles in the costume, Jasmine compressed closed the Velcro binding along as over her spine, affectively sealing her inside the main portion of her mare costume.
As she smoothed the hairy hide over the gooey junk, her hands compressed a hairy hide about her neck, prepared then for her to don on the headpiece.
With holding the headpiece in her hands, Jasmine was reminded of what Satyr-John wrote to her, he asking of her to contact him when she would decide to make use of the Apothecary-made adhesive.
Her laptop computer set there on a small desk and without much consideration of her changed self, Jasmine pull back the secretarial chair her father bought for her, and tried to sit then on equine buttocks and her horse tail. Discomfort made Jasmine adjust her tail to one side as need sit balanced on narrower buttocks before she could begin typing an e-mail to her friend John.
“Greetings to Satyr-John, I have done it, I have made use of the adhesive and glued the costume into place. It feels so nice, as I feel so wonderful! A situation happened, as my older brother Todd, did adorn his head and face with the silver halter and became one champion of form a stallion.
I believe Todd is happy from his becoming fully a horse. He mated, bred a Morgan mare and changed so quickly, being then a Dun colored stud with white mane and tail. His masculinity has increased and with it his love of living a sensual life. I feel jealous of him and want what he has but do not wish to become fully as permanently a horse and mare.
In a few minutes from now I plan to use the adhesive and the headpiece. I hope it changes my head but not remove my mind, I would love to become a horse but not at the cost of losing who I am of self.
I shall wait then a while for your reply… Thanks so much!”
Her waiting for a reply became an interminable long time as the passion to complete her change compounded the anxiety she felt. When she felt the rely might not come for a day or maybe two Jasmine applied the adhesive and then the head piece. The feelings she had as setting it on as over her face, as she smoothed it to adhere over her human skin the sensitivity of having horse hide with hair urged her to want to make it a permanent part to her physical self.
As Jasmine smoothed the hide to where it joined that already set in place about her neck, she felt a heightened tingling sensation. She thought the sensation came because of the joining of two parts to the costume, as she then was working to adjust what would be her horse muzzle, she heard herself giggle.
The sheer impossibility of her suddenly having the ability again to utter any a sound bade her to ignore trying it a second time. Yet the tingling sensations she felt in her neck began to spread upward, soon encompassing her head, face, giving sensation as if her muzzle was really a part of her face.
Excited, Jasmine felt the urge to giggle again, as with this try she heard come from her throat and agape opened mouth a shrill whinny. She stunned for a moment then tried to whinny again and did, as it coming out louder and with a resonating feeling as if she had a larynx the surgeons removed. The sense of excitement increased to where when she heard her computer ring its tone of an incoming e-mail, she heard come from her a “Yippy,” and then with working her lips she uttered her first few words pronounced by after several years of induced silence.
Jasmine turned to walk to where her computer sat, she feeling such elation she shook her head as felt her mane flop and neck wobble as it gained a new thickness.
As she preferred to remain standing and not try to sit on a chair, Jasmine cocked her head to better use her right eye to read what the sender wrote.
“Hey, hey, and hay for you Jay, you decided to use the adhesive and become what you have wanted for so long! Please prepare yourself for some shock as I expect your lack of a larynx the costume shall regenerate a replacement. Your voice shall be that of a horse most of the time, but with practice, a manner of speaking human words will be then possible.
The adding of the silver halter will climax the fuller affect to your costume becoming the real as new you; while it causes adjustments to what other see as being you and of historical differences I need to explain.
As you look and see what you are, an anthro-figure of part horse and part human, those looking at you shall see you as they remember you being. Your parents for example shall see their daughter as she was yesterday. Friends and people you meet will see you are what you are, but shall think of you as always being different of form. Your new manner of walking and the preferring to remain naked will not bother people either, as in their minds when seeing you they shall think your being naked and dressed in a horse costume is a passing fad. Men, young and old will see you and become aroused, as some of the bolder types will want to coax you to a hayloft and molest and mate.
Your urge to mate shall increase with time. This urge can become for you a sense of feeling devastation to you and the man love may feel a great love. If you become pregnant by having sex with a man, your offspring, and the baby will show physical similarity of both the human father and the anthro mare-mother.
Equally an embarrassment is that by being a mare anthro form, your condition and the birthing of the child is best for all if done by Veterinarian. It is likely from becoming an anthro mare form the urge of enjoying a male animal, pony or horse is made a possibility. Being an anthro allows the vulva and vagina to adjust easily to the size of the entering male member. The first time you try mating with an animal the urge to do it again increases ten-fold.
As from a continual number of animal mating sessions, the likelihood of an animal pregnancy increases. As with a human and anthro form pregnancy leaves visual similarities inherited to the baby, the mating with an animal means the offspring might well be a distinct combination of your anthro self and the embodiment of the male stud. The result though seen as being cute to the mother and the father’, shall endear great physical and mental hardships to the child. The birthing of an anthro-animal baby is as Uncle tells me is quite painful to the mother. As often if the stud animal father is larger than the anthro mother is, and the size of the birthing baby may be similar to that of an actual foal.
The infant and then child being the result of an animalistic breeding, will, as Uncle says, be and feel much more attune to wanting a life similar to the father figure. If a male the offspring then the child shall own the physical male attributes of his animal father and the same instinctive urges. If the baby were born as female, she too shall be of form and delights like her mother, but own the physical form being more like the animal father, she too having instinctive urges to complicate her life.
Animal born pregnancies grant difficulties to the anthro parent as well the child. The anthro mother feeling and enjoying animal passion, shall with time cause changes of the physical and mental, urging her to discard what of her is human for being and liking the becoming more equine her states.
One thing leads to another by being anthro of form, as for me the urge to become a complete male goat is a constant problem and likely my future. As such, the same is probable for you from becoming a mare anthro of form. What Uncle tells me about women and after they chose to become anthro, they who delight of lying with men tend to become as ravenous of sexual pleasuring. The anthro female becomes a clinical Nymphomaniac as your manner of want for vaginal pleasuring will be your reason for living, while losing all of their self dignity.
As different the urge and passion, being nymphomaniac and an infectious anthro mare, the vagina seeps a form of life-changing poison what affects your human male lovers. As mentioned, their genitals will show changes, while repeated infecting increases the physical affecting, as Uncle tells of it, an anthro female delighting one man, they mating once a week as for six months and the born human becomes an anthro similar to his loving female partner. Though his changes tend to plateau for a year or two, the infectious nature of the vaginal fluid will, in due time cause a complete transition of the anthro male to being a male animal.
Example of what the man might expect to see begin happening is after the third or forth time a man mates with you, his penis begins to rearrange, as become of color and contour, length and libido as that of a pony stallion. If he were to ignore this first warning and wish to mate with you again, after several romps their testicles shall swell, as become the size of Kiwi fruits. The volume of their semen shall increase accordingly, and continued sexual romps will continue the changes until after a period of a year or more, the lover will prefer mating with ponies rather than just with you.
The silver halter shall cause in you many changes. One change which you need to remember you can control or allow as of it to happen. Being mostly a mare your instinctive ideals will suggest you walk, trot, or run on all fours, as doing this your mind will accept it and the powers what changed you to being an anthro form, will continue to cause changes until you stand on all fours and be permanently a horse mare.
The changing of your arms to legs and fingers to being a hoof means the ability to keep in contact with me here shall cease. As long as you own the ability and have the dexterity in hands to type, I can advise you what is better to do as to try and ignore the urge. Urges in your equine tainted mind shall be the devil spurning you to want as become a whole animal. I know this from my own experiences, and have after a couple of trying years decided to sooner rather than later, begin breeding with doe goats. Sex with women is great fun, me being as is a satyr, but the longings what bedevil me most is to be of nature a real buck goat.
My Uncle says the sexual urges and the mental desire for feeling as normal to all nature becomes the reason why, as nearly everyone that put on and use the special adhesive then prefer being as becoming their chosen animal form.
E-mail me when the spirit moves you to wonder,
Slowly and with some resistance from her thicker lips, Jay thought about what she became since her incident. Her wish was with using the costume to escape a perceived
mundane existence and shed the broken shell of what was her body. Reflecting many times when before a mirror, the changed self had taught much as of the harshness and indifference of people, friends, and her brothers as to the hell her life became. As from what made her look different than other females her age, forced Jay to grow cold, reflecting the sentiments said or facially expressed what defiled her more then words can say.
Then she was feeling a sense of rebirth from making her costume a living part of her being. Indeed, after she smeared her skin with the special adhesive and slipped gradually into her mare skin, she felt a revelation of renewed strength and a sense of self admiration of her renewed beauty.
Jasmine felt it was then the proper time for her to put on the silver halter and make for her a change of form and lifestyle that she thought would thrill her. With holding the halter in her fuzzy hand, she turned to take leave of her bedroom, thinking maybe this was the last time she would see her room and what all became as her stuff.
As she held a hand to the banister, as to walk steady and upright what should she here outside the house but the sound of a car on the driveway. Horrified at the timing for her brother to return home and see her before she stood prepared to face the world as an anthro-mare, Jasmine cursed a few choice words.
Her new as keen sense of hearing heard her name called but not by her brother James.
What she heard was…, her ex-boyfriend Bobby arriving to the farm, he with his sporty van with from behind the front seats he had there a bed mattress placed for his delight of fornicating with young females, as she had let herself learn of his style of brutal sex-play.
Bold as brash, Bobby kept calling her name, he walked into the house using the rear door to the kitchen and continued to yell for his hot sweetheart to come a running to him. What Bobby met was anything other that what he expected. When he saw a realistic looking costume of part woman and bodily form of a mare he knew it was Jasmine.
Bobby began scoffing Jasmine for her sexy costume and asked her if she and some stud horse were true lovers. He danced around her, he laughing as she continued to walk past him and toward the out-of-doors where she from her changing self felt more to home. Bobby followed Jasmine and went with her to the barn where in his frenzy of making sport of Jasmine, he did grab from her hand the silver halter.
Holding the silver as expensive looking a horse head halter high above his head and away fro the reach of Jasmine, he unzipped his fly and with a free hand stood flagging his penis at what he thought of as a bestiality loving whore. He thinking only of humiliation his otherwise hot date for a romp in the rear of his van, he did not take care where he stepped.
A sudden “Whoops,” and Bobby, the heel of his shoe snagged at a dried pile of manure lying in the stall aisle. He tripping fell backwards as with using one hand he reached out to brake his fall, the other hand holding the magical halter. He thought to make use of for the same reason, yet a strap of the halter caught hold the back of his Dutch head, as guided the halter to drape over his head and face.
Jasmine could but watch and remember as what happened to her brother Todd, she seeing the same happening again, but this time to Bobby.
The halter snagged the back of his head as Bobby tripped, he fell with his hand reaching to help cushion his falling and possible injury did slip-slide the halter over his head, face, and as his fingers released their hold, the halter set properly about the head of another victim.
A dull thud from a body slamming to the stables floor and a groaning, as Bobby laid there with the wind knocked out of him, the silver halter took control over another male. Bobby sat up and began looking around, as his devious delights seemed then worthless, acted as tantalized, he began to sniff at the air for a scent.
A stunned maybe momentary realization of what he thought as did, he sniffing for some barn-bound scent. Bobby exclaimed a questioning word of “What?” He slowly regained his upright stance and began again his sniffing the air. Oblivious then to Jasmine and their arguing, he ignored her and went to walking the stables stall aisle, as if looking for something he until then might otherwise also ignored.
Jasmine watched feeling helpless to stop Bobby from accepting then his animalistic a future. Instilled in his mind and the choosing bade him by the halter, meant to Jay her secret as sacred, as well her sense of anonymity. She watching smiled when Bobby walked inside a stall holding Miss Darla, she a Shetland pony mare. Her feelings of horniness, all nervous and sweaty due to her passions, the father-owner-manager of their farm decided to keep her inside her stall until her sense of passion quelled itself.
Bobby stood as would a stallion, he aroused had his penis out and flaunting it before Jasmine, he enthused, entered the pony stall, the halter had him prepared for his duty. As groans and moans resonated the high ceiling to the stables and adjoining barn, Jasmine thought to leave Bobby to his progressing transformation, he soon then to be the form and essence of a stud male equine.
“Have fun Bobby,” Jasmine called to her past lover with her new voice, as she stopped and stood outside the stall of dearest Darla.
As from inside the stall came the reply, “What the…,” as Bobby regained a moment of rational thought-thinking, he looking down saw he was groin deep, feeling his changing as growing penis buried inside a furry rump. He groaned as called to Jasmine by saying her name, seeing the already gained broad flanks frothed of equine sweat from his sexual exertion.
Jasmine wondered as likely did Bobby of what he often drank, chugging muscle building hormone milkshakes. He seeing and feeling his massive arousal surged to urge in him, excited more by the guiding power from the silver halter, causing waves of rush what worked the transitioning of a human, making of Bobby to becoming as well a pony, he soon then a stallion, enjoying his being a stud!
Bob turned his partially equine conformed head toward face Jasmine. The wild fear shown in his eyes as a mind reeled with terror seeing as feeling what he, with his body was doing, was making of him. Bobby struggled with his wrought passion, the urges put upon him be the halter, he wished to ask Jay of why and what. Trying to muster out words from his rearranged mouth, what issued forth he produced only a shrill sounding whinny like that made by a frantic colt.
As Jasmine returned to the stall and looking inside it, she saw Bobby jumping as he tried to thrust ever deeper into the pony mare. He had then the flank muscles what helped to guide the changes to his legs, feet, and heels becoming as hocks, toes hardening, one already a black pony hoof. What were his strong arms of a body builder, weight lifter were conforming, arranging as soon then the forelegs to a sturdy pony.
Jasmine then laughed, she knowing horse and pony breeds, seeing then Bobby as he was changing. When he stumbled and fell, he thought the word fall or fell. The Halter governing powers likely noted the commonality to the word fall as he fell, as a Fell is a breed of draft pony. As Bobby sought and chose the closest female for his crowning achievement, that being pony Darla, for that or some greater reasoning, Bobby looked like he would grow to be a stout draft Fell but Shetland size of a pony.
She sighing thought then as another person changed, Bobby becoming a pony. Then she smiled at the thought, as Bobby not being of family to her, his becoming equine offered her someone to mate and be loved. She watched, noting how the pony Darla would blink when Bobby thrust into her. The rush of change as he had grown, his cock size a worthy thrill of a pony mare, his hind legs then with height allowing him stance for breeding pony mares and medium height horses.
That dark head of brown hair became the color of his pony body pelt. The change from human to horse was a miracle. Transforming made more miraculous when Jasmine considered seeing her friend arrive to the farm driving his vehicle. Then the confronting of her and slightly more than an hour later he became, a pony stallion mating a mare. As she watched with jealous feelings for the thrill given to Darla and not her, Bobby saw her there and he turned his head and cast a gaze away from his thrills. A mild whinny said by Bobby suggested to Jasmine of him accepting how he stood, he feeling completely at ease being by then a naked animal.
When Bobby felt his surge and thrill for the third time he shook his head and body violently, stepping back as away from Darla. He let slip his beautiful twenty some inches of cock to slithering out of the mare as if it were a long and black snake. His head shaking dislodged the silver halter, and it falling away from his head, he then turned to walk away from Darla, as if his duty to her was a done deal.
Jasmine called to him, she repeatedly using his name, but he seemed to ignore her, as if his memories had changed, degraded, leaving him properly ignorant of his past humanity. She walked to and stood near Darla, petting her, gaining a feeling of wonderment. Pondering then whether what she wanted for her had wronged Todd and Bobby of their real futures.
She felt trapped by her own ambitions. She stood there in what was a costume affectively glued to her, preparing her for the using of the silver halter to complete her becoming as an anthro-mare.
Seeing the silver halter lying in the stall straw covering the stables concrete floor, she stepped over to lean forward as down to pick it up. As Jasmine hunched down and she leaning to retrieve the halter, she turned to look at the rump end of Darla standing there pacified. What she saw was the drizzling abundance of male and female juices, seeping from out the vulva lips in long strings of mucus mixed with pearl-droplets of semen. The sight made Jasmine wish as want for her gaining such feelings too, she grabbing at the magical halter and stood then upright.
A moment later and Jasmine stood between a wandering as uncaring Bobby and Darla, as she slipped into place about her head and face the magical halter. She no-sooner finished arranging it properly to fit her head than in her mind she heard a voice speaking to her.
“At last we meet, I was beginning to wonder as the young men made use of me and what I am made of them to what Satyr-John said I should do to you. You are Jasmine, the friend to Satyr-John, the sister to Todd now a Morgan breed of horse and a good friend to Bobby now a stout draft pony. As they made use of me their past, presence, and futures conformed to them becoming as animals. My duty to you is making a human female become in part a mare, to enhance and increased of your desire of sexual sensual a lifestyle until reaching your nymphomania a state.
This I shall now begin as do for you, and when finished you feel your passions for becoming in part an animal, a pony mare as of the chosen Connemara breed, then remove me and you shall be as an anthro form. If, as for whatever reason you wish to have me complete as finalize and make permanent your transition to being a fully formed pony mare, then don me on and gain your wilder dream to come true.”
Jay stood feeling the sense of rushed changing, from the excitement of the moment she unable to cry out or call to any there able to listen. As much Darla born a pony and mare or Bobby, her ex-boyfriend then a pony stallion, neither were capable of the ability to care.
Excited with joy feeling her costume become a body conformed, she grew again strong, renewed the damages done to her body, being pony made her the essence of good health. Returned to her was the stamina her years of painful drudgery removed, granted already her voice, she could confide then her feelings in other ways than sign language.
Jasmine felt greatly at ease, no longer a mute person; she began then an evening of fun among friends. The magic halter changed as made her costume as living skin, hers to feel and thrilled to enjoy. Then there was Darla, as Jasmine felt more as part of the horse-pony herd there at the farm, she let Darla out the barn and to the pasture where the two played, galloped as ran feeling wondrously free.
When warm and her body hair slightly foamed with sweat, Jay returned to the barn, to be near Bobby. Her boyfriend by then was experienced being pony stallion. The actions were of a male feeling great interest toward someone he remembered as if a true friend. Although the thinking with his smaller and degraded size of a brain, what Bobby thought of her was as if she were but another willing mare.
Bobby began the instinctive manners of courting Jay, sniffing at her, he seeking her black lipped vulva. He cocked his head with wonderment at the thought when found. Wandering his nostrils to follow the scent, Jasmine seemed different but her scent the same as he would expect of it, though not where he as she would have preferred him to find it as set into the rump of a mare.
The new stud began tonguing at Jay, her then winking vulva, making her swoon and look to where she had hung the silver halter on a tack hook by the barn door. It became a night of fun fondling, licking, and all manner of touching. As morning came to mind, Jay wanted to show her parents what she felt proud of becoming. She pushed away Bobby and walked out of the barn and to the farmhouse. Jasmine entered the kitchen, the air alive with frying eggs and bacon prepared by a loving mother.
Already up and seated at the breakfast table sat her father. As Jasmine strode into the kitchen walking on her pony hind legs and hoofs clomping loudly on the tile floor, both mom and her pop looked up, both smiled, as they seemed to think of their daughter as always being what she had become, an anthro-pony mare.
Time and presence had changed, as then James walked into the kitchen and he seeing the pony sister standing there, he slapped her on her furry rump before taking his seat at the table.
Her mother then asked of Jasmine if she would care to sit at the table with the family of have her breakfast served to her in a salad bowl. The asking made Jasmine a moment to think, remembering her face had changed and she had equine lips, made for doing the gathering of her foods for eating or grazing.
She decided to sit at the table, finding her tail required a hand to hold it to one side as she squatted onto the chair seat.
The breakfast served and all partook in their portions, as did James, his right hand wandered under the table to touch as finger, fondle the fur surrounded wet lips of a pony mare vulva.
She feeling the probing that were it the day before, the same she would think of as being wholly unwanted a touching. The silver halter had changed much of Jasmine and more than just physically. As Satyr-John experienced and tried to inform Jasmine to expect her ideals becoming similar to those of both a mare and a lusting nymph. As she turned to face and wink her eye at James, she said to him “Later, ok?”
James nodded as if to agree but continued to keep two fingers inside her as if a very personal form of mutual comfort giving.
Liking the sensations while she ate, in her mind Jasmine battled a seemingly unending list of ideas she when fully human she would ignore as being rather nasty. That morning after she had caused her form to change brought on new desires and wild as vigorous delights for the feeling of sensualities. James and his fingers were not a help to make her feel calm, as calm she wished to become, to try being content, knowing how much of her felt and looked like she were a mare.
After breakfast and hearing her father deal out the given chores for that day, Jasmine trotted to the barn. She wishing to visit with Todd, in hopes he could remember her, as being more than just a hot mare, but as his sister.
Of what happened when Jay met Todd caused her to feel saddened. She eyed Todd with her feeling a sense of horror for what was all horse remembering her by that arousing scent, and him not knowing to care for her by name. Jay walked away from the stall as much losing her love for him, she leaving her bother Todd to his manner of equine a lifestyle.
Jasmine began her day doing and finishing her chores, all the while she wondering as how so much of their family lifestyle and the memories had changed. She thought had about what she became as how if affected others, and what then of bobby, he being born as one of triplets of which two had died leaving him as an only child, and then as now leaving his parents without any children to love.
Amid her earnest thinking she bumped into her father, he always so dear to his daughter, he offered her a friendly smile. Jasmine returned the smile with her rather a grimaced smirk, sparking her father to say, “Daughter I am sorry for what I did, as why you are what you need be and as live looking like a pretty young woman and the toughness of a pony mare all in one body. I never said this and I do not know why, but your mother wanted children and I, I then was near to being sterile. I asked and sought after a doctor, a veterinarian actually, and purchased from him syringes with equine hormones, I injected the liquid directing into my testicles before then making love to your mother.
You are the way you are because of me and my shortcomings!”
Jasmine stood there looked at her father, she seeing then her mother come out the rear door to the house and called to her husband, telling him he had a phone caller.
Jay staggered as she turned to walk back toward the barn. “So much has changed because of what I am, was this the right way for everything to be?” Jasmine said, this time speaking her words and thoughts. She looked up at the stately big barn and inside her she felt the barn as more her home than was the house.
As Jasmine strolled slowly into the barn, there stood her brother James.
“What,” Jasmine asked of him, she seeing his wide eyed smirk and fingers eager to crawl all over her as would a sea crab. He stepped forward and was about to reach for what he wanted to toy as play, as fondle when Jay planted on his lips a very harsh kiss.
Jasmine then stood back and away from her brother, knowing as of what he wanted, she felt an urge to let him go all the way. She stood there and stared at her brother, as he stood gawking at her, expecting her to do something extra special for as to him. When Jasmine did not immediately reciprocate by pleasuring her brother, James looked around for something to annoy his sister into submitting to his lustier ideas.
Rather than to ask his sister to explain her sudden change of mind and lack of interest for him, he walked past her, seeing something strange and out of place for it being in their barn.
“What have we here, dear sister, what in heavens is this silvery halter doing hanging in the barn?” James said as he reached up high and dislodged the halter from where Jasmine left it hung.
“You, now be careful with that, it is a very special halter and requires careful care!” Jasmine said to James as she knew what it was, and had well the powers as its own ideas of what it was meant to do to people.
Just then their father heard the arguing and he entered the barn, seeing James and Jasmine, he verbally reminded each as to finishing their assigned chores. A quick grabbing by father from the hand of his preoccupied son, and the conversation turned to Jasmine wishing to warn her father to be very careful handling the sliver halter.
Just then her father looked at his daughter and with his most affectionate mannerly speaking he reminded Jay of her responsibilities to the family and farm. “You know what I said about the way you are, well you have special abilities that your brother could never do equally as well. I appreciate these rare as… different qualities that are of my daughter. No matter what anyone outside the family says or thinks, you are special to us, we love you!”
The fatherly comments heard by the bother had him feeling jealous of his animalistic sister. Jasmine smiled at her father, as he at her, and with the silver halter in his hands, he handed it to Jasmine, as saying, “Here, if you think this requires special care then you put it where you think it belongs.”
The sense of trust a father had of his daughter said much and enlightened Jay to smile, turn around and seeing James, she giggled.
“What makes you so special that our parents love you more than they do me, what of what you are to do let father have his fun with you? I am as good at being manly and a male than is my old man…!” James said as with his father having gone about his chores elsewhere, he had ideas about what he should do to his sister. He charged at Jasmine and thought to push her into a stall, knock her to the floor and begin knocking her as would a male to a female.
Jasmine had and owed to her remarkable agility since she became in part like a pony mare. She stood her ground and as James body slammed at his sister, she turned, spinning him off from her, as toward the stall, his head becoming snagged by the silver halter. Flung into the stall by his charging velocity, as James plopped to his butt on the straw covered floor, he had the silver halter draped over his head.
“No,” screamed Jasmine as she saw her only brother then having the silver, magical halter hung there on as over and about his head and face.
Not a minute later and he hearing his daughter scream the word “No,” he reentered the barn and said, “What now, and why that indignant stare, tend to your chores, I need you later today to help in your own very special way to roundup the cattle and herd them into the western pasture.”
Jasmine could do nothing for what would happen and became of James. She then turned to leave him to his situation and began working her chores. Ignoring the cries and shrill screams of her bother feeling as dealing with what the powers in the silver halter thought best for him, she went to visit Bobby.
Later, when the day of work and roundup was done, after Jasmine showered she sat at her bedroom desk and wrote a note to her parents.
“Dear Mom and Dad,
I wish to ask you to forgive me for what became of my two brothers, of Todd and James. Unknown to you, but Bobby came here two days ago and he is as are both of my brothers. My wish to be other than I was made and became after my incident, I purchased something what bade me sell my soul.
As were my brothers and too Bobby of being horse-like, I was once human and now am in parts a pony mare. I feel it is time, and proper that I too wear the silver halter. It has great powers and from putting it on my head and face come tomorrow you shall own a beautiful Connemara pony mare, that is me!
I love you both but feel ashamed for what all I caused.
Late at night and with the thought to put on the silver halter and let it change her completely into the form of a pretty mare, Jasmine snuck out the house and strode her walk to the barn.
There by the handle to the slider barn door hung a piece of paper. It was a note written by her father to his daughter. He had a thought of informing her, as he wished her chores were made easier by what he decided. He wrote of deciding and calling the owner of the Morgan mare to take her back to his farm and with her the stallion Todd. The man had said how much he would like to purchase Todd, and so since he was not needed or necessary, it seemed righteous the sale of him!
As of that biting, jealous donkey named James, it was decided to call the Veterinarian to have him geld the worthless creature. James too was sold, sent to the Akin farm, where they owned donkeys trained and used for play in donkey-basketball gaming.
He decided to retain the pony Bobby, as he fit well with the many pony mares and could do his duties as a stud pony.
The silver halter he gave to Mom, asking her to take it to the coin dealer and have him melt it down for the silver content and value, as something to give his dear daughter a financial nest egg, or a dowry.
Having read the note Jasmine stood there stunned, not knowing what to do until she heard Bobby whinny to her his greetings. She sighed, thinking she being in part a mare, she was stronger, graceful, had a sense of beauty, her voice returned, surely all this was a gifting, granting an escape from her mundane existence.
“Dedicated to a spirit of a woman who will not give up!”