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Game 4 Outline |
"Done, but to what end am I this pony animal, this young virile stallion? I kind of like what Fatima did for me, as I did like to watch the ponies on a farm close set to where I lived with..., with some others like me.
Why, and who..., oh they were my family, my mother, and dad, my sister and brother too, we were together as a family!
Fatima invoked upon me a rule of her magical ways, that being a master changed into an animal form ceased then being capable to be a master of anything, not even his own soul. She deems me to being a beast of burden, as property, I have become a slave to the lust know from my pony self, my stout male member, and of wants a stallion feels. I have doomed myself, forced now to live day to day being an animal in a wind blistered harsh world. I am as property, made a slave to mankind, bought or sold, what the civil war was for men enslaved means nothing for me, me being a pony stallion!
I would cry if I could, as the stress felt from my transforming makes me want to walk with my black cock hanging, it swinging, slapping at my flanks with every step taken. Indeed, I love this what I am now, but would if as a wish, wish then to own the ability to speak, read, and capable to realize I was born a human.
Last night, my first night being a pony stallion, I did masturbate. Oh, but that feeling of being a male animal, my furry body, having a tail, and able to become so easily aroused, it suggests of a sensual lifetime ahead. Yet it is what lies ahead of me that tends, to make me worry as fret. If Fatima watching over e and my lifestyle, she there with me for some months to come, as cuming, my knowing she is there is a comfort.
Oh no, I have begun it again, self arousing this new me my cock stands stiff in an erection, it leaking pre, my big balls thrashing in my groin, the sheer want to mate is undeniable, a must do, my guts ache for want of a mare!"
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