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1. Bother??? What bother. If you don’t continue, we might have to hunt you down. Great idea to write the story as letters. The suspense is killing me. I’m giving you a 10, but I will take it back if you don’t continue, Pet

   Comment by petlover54 — 15, 2006 @ 11:06 pm

2. “Greed turns on all involved”By K. RoostePART IIA Circus of HorrorsBy Kevin RoosteSeries 2006Dear Connie,Now I am nicely settled, and living comfortably in my new apartment, or a flat, as the Brits call it. My second day here had Miss Jane coming to drive me to the farm and meet with Daniel.I keep on my toes, knowing what has happened now to so many and from this knowledge, might make my continued human existence rather tentative.While visiting Daniel I was privy to overhearing two of Miss Janes veterinary specialists talking. They seemed upset and both quite concerned over one young man named, Alan.As of what I overheard, Alan tried to release to the newspapers information on Professor Haun and the Sunrise Research Farm. As if giving details and the names of those transitioned, and shown by the authorities as missing, he informed them, of the Professors plans.Unknown to me until recently, there is some number of people in this world that if given the offer, would willingly accept or pay for the Professors drugs and bestial transitioning. His plan is to release the drugs in assigned sequence, as then offering first the delights of enlarged or animal shapes to genitals, as then selling a continued line of products to enhance the purchaser.Once the process has begun, it continues unstoppable according to the proposed news release.The specialists talked together as if to someone inside one of the security pens. They made mention of the Professors threat, that of if he discovered the leak, those at fault would be imprisoned and personally disgraced.When the two walked away, I went and peered into the security pen. There hunched down into a crumpled lump of flesh sat, what appeared as a man but being nearly transitioned to the form of a large boar hog.I spoke the name Alan. This made the thing look up at me, squeal in a piggish way, and try to cover his maleness from my view.My nosey ways got me into the farms office and there using the classification under the word Pig and then by the name of Alan I found his records.The farm computer had everything, Alans full name, date of birth, social security number, and his full life long list of schooling and accomplishments while working directly under the Professor.I made a printed copy of this record and sent it to our mutual attorney, as if then for keeping it safe.As per the records, Alan is becoming a rather ugly Polish China breed of swine. Although left to being male, he will soon become a boar and like fully gendered male hogs, his duties are as simple as are, is our Daniel.Again, caution is most defiantly the order of the day The special Reformation pony drugs seem to have bloomed, being now able to make people into other than just pretty ponies. Some as you mentioned of Lee are to be goats, others as horses, bulls, and like Alan, swine.I suggest you consider moving to a new and safe location. When there write to me via our attorney, he will send the letters on to us, keeping your address from the peering eyes of the Professor.With all my love,Mom++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++Unjust Retribution:Dear Mom,I took your suggestion to heart and have moved to a new location, an apartment, and registered under an alias known only to the attorney.It is interesting how Daniel began a domino effect upon our family. Once he began in the Professors experiment he changed, but then so did we in the way we live.Daniels success in his new vocation had you and dad at odds with each other. You met with the Professor and after trying to work out some possible release of Daniel from his situation, the scientist tried to entice you into the program as well.Your marriage on the rocks, dad had a mental breakdown, and there too the Professor sought to cover his tracks. He propositioned the psychiatric home, and the doctor on staff to release dad into his custody. Once he had dad under his total control he used his formula to make my father into an Exmoor pony and used him as if he was just so much a commodity.Unbeknown to you and me the Professor has taken the imitative, as if having some sort of diabolical hatred toward our family; and has begun to eliminate the family name from the roles of humanity.Uncle Dave and his wife Janice, I called there home phone number and discovered it was disconnected. I mailed them a letter, but it came back as Not Deliverable/Moved. This had me worried as they were privy to what happened to Dan and when Dad too entered the Professors realm, they protested, as did me, myself, and I.I took the added initiative, drove to Michigan, and went to visit Petoskey and try to discover, just where Uncle Dave and Janice had moved. When I arrived at their house on the bluff overlooking Lake Michigan, I was surprised to see the name on the mailbox at the street side as Haun. Our Professor was the newest owner of the house, using it as his seasonal hideaway.I checked with the county records and saw the actual contract of sale. It was a legal transaction done between the Professor and Uncle Daves attorney.Next, I looked up that attorney and had some probing questions as to the whereabouts of my favorite Uncle and Aunt.At first, he claimed attorney/client privilege of information. It was after I asked him to represent my interests in the matter, paying him a retainer, we sat down and I informed him of Daniel and Father too.Hearing this information the man became nervous. He listened to what I had to say, and was with the documents from all that has happened, I could prove to him what I said was indeed, factual.That is when he opened up and we talked truthfully about Uncle Dave and Aunt Janice.According to his notes, the Professor filed a law suit claiming the property Uncle Dave built their home on some thirty years back, was rather a property owned by the Professor. The legal papers flew about until the Professor made Uncle Dave a consolation offer, this done via his laboratory assistant coming to meet with Uncle Dave in private.Within the week following that meeting, Uncle Dave and Aunt Janice moved away, address unknown. Their attorney received a very favorable sized check for his services, accompanied by a letter. The letterhead on that letter was none other than Sunrise Research Foundation; this is the front for our Professor and his experiments.I then contacted three moving companies in the area, discovering then which one of them did the move, and had records as to where all of Uncle Daves furniture and belongings went. Believe it, or not mom, the total lot of their belongings went to an auctioneer, the profits from the sale was sent to non-other than, Sunrise Research Foundation.This tidbit of information I gave to the attorney in Petoskey, he then seeing there was something illegal occurring, opened his total file on Uncle Dave, and the sale of their home to the Professor. He is a very nice and concerned man, and after I asked him to write to Sunrise Foundation on my behalf, he helped me form a plan.We sent a letter to the foundation informing them of a claim set forth by an adopted child of Uncle Dave and Aunt Janice. Accordingly, it mentioned of her claiming the assets of the property sold at auction were hers (mine).I set up a fake apartment under the name of Amy Strand, this being the name we used in the legal action claim. The legal letters flew about for three weeks until one night our surveillance cameras photographed a break in and raid on the apartment. In clear and precise pictures, a step van from the Sunrise Research Farm at Appleton Wisconsin unloaded four hefty looking men. They surrounded the building as one man jimmied open the front door and entered the apartment.Surprised, they discovered the apartment empty, although furnished with rented furniture, it had nobody living there.The Attorney and I viewed the tapes, he now believes me a hundred percent. The four men in the pictures all appeared to have an inbreeding of the American bison in their bodies. Each had large shoulders, big ears, and noses than seemed to merge with their upper lips. All but one remained fully dressed, until in an argument before they got in the truck and left the scene, one of them ripped off his shirt in protest.Seeing those pictures, the Attorney gasped in surprise. There on the screen was a creature of part man and mostly Buffalo. Those monster shoulders had a coat of thick wool brisket. His removing the shirt also allowed us to see on the mans lower abdomen, just above his thick leather belt, what was in fact a sheath, that of a bovine or buffalo. We both gasped when after the argument and the others loaded back into their truck, this one man, stood relieving his bladder directly in the view of the camera.What that so called man had for a male organ, resembled something very crude and bestial. It hung from the sheath a foot long, mottled pink and brown, quite uncircumcised, then it erupted with a stream in volume and pressure that no normal human could ever produce.This one picture of the buffalo man next to the truck having the foundations name printed on its side panel we sent to the superintendent of the research farm.That one picture was unquestionably our ace in the holeA week after we sent that descriptive picture, a cashier’s check from the foundation arrived in the amount of, 036;370,988.04, and made out simply to the bearer Nothing else was in the envelope, no letter, or explanation, or anything to suggest of the whereabouts of Uncle Dave or Aunt Janice.The attorney and I were dumbfounded, but his legal assistant having seen the check took note of what bank the sum was drawn against. A quick call to the banks local branch discovered the owner of the account to be none other than Professor Haun.Still, we knew nothing of where Uncle Dave and Aunt Janice had up and disappeared.I went out to the old homestead and was about to leave when next door to Uncle Daves old home was his near neighbor, Stan Gooding. On his gatepost sat a security camera, and the name of the company that installed the system.The attorney contacted the security company, as he requested they release to him the video tapes of that month when the house sold and our relatives up and vanished.He and I sat for hours, fast-forwarding the video tapes, until we found on that told everything in a nut shell.Just after sundown on one nights film, a step van from Sunrise Research Farms stopped out front of Uncle Daves lakefront home. The panning camera caught most of what happened, showing the four buffalo men entering the property, then they remained inside for what had to be four hours.At the recorded time of 1:23am, one of the buffalo men exited the house with what was Aunt Janice. Stumbling along on unsure footing, Auntie looked up and into the cameras sites. Her nose and face, looked distorted, bestial in many ways. Roughly, she was loaded into the rear of the step van, the buffalo man returning to the house. An hour and a half later, the four buffalo men dragged what had to have been Uncle Dave from the house.Struggling to be free of his constraints, what they dragged out of the front door had the appearance of something more bovine than human. Like Auntie, it too looked up and into the clear view of the security camera.A squared skull, the large bovine ears, a metal ring poked threw the bridge of its nose. A chain attached to the nose ring, it was totally, naked, looking dark as if having a black coating of hair covering it from head to foot.Once near the truck it began to struggle harshly, knocking two of the buffalo men to the ground. It looked up at the camera again, screaming, bawling I think, this the sound made when a cow screams in terror.The last bit of video shows the truck pulling away, its box body hugged down so low from the obviously heavy load of four buffalo men and two subjects becoming as experiments, and cows.With all my love,Connie++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++Justice is Forthcoming:Dear Daughter,Your letter was some interesting reading, for I can see my daughter is not anyones foolAfter reading your letter, I had a luncheon with Miss Jane, and during our talk, I asked if the Professor had thought of branching out, and begin a bloodline of cattle.She is very open to me about these matters, as I seem to have the Professor by the throat with a complete log of information about Daniel setting with my attorney. We talked at length, spending three hours going over in detail the plans the dear Professor had so informed Miss Jane she might expect to see in the near future.One such was the breeding of a larger beef animal of the Aberdeen Angus type of cattle. She mentioned of two such volunteers that the Professor told her were openly interested in partaking a direct part in the program.Miss Jane seemed to think this was something rather disgusting and quite to the idea of suicidal. As our Daniel, Marge and so many others, since their new lives being as such, breeding stock is long and sensually fruitful.However the living life as per beef cattle is short, a year or two at the outside, as then sold for slaughter. She had a great apprehension about what those two people thought, or were told, they would have living as a cow and bull to begin the new breed.As if in happenstance, I inquired of their names, and where they came from, the answer was almost enough to make me choke.Miss Jane thought for a moment, and then it seemed she remembered, telling me the bull got the name David, after the biblical story of David and Goliath. The female kept her human name by choice, Janice, so Miss Jane thought, and both began their new lives on a farm near Richland, Michigan.In the future, I will pump Miss Jane for the actual name and maybe the address of that farm, but for now, I plan to take it a little cautious.With my concern and love,Mom+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++Too Many Questions:Dear Connie:I am in a hurry and thought it best to send you this note.My many probing questions had sent up red flags everywhere. Professor Haun knows of my questioning Miss Jane about his newest experiment in cattle breeding.I went to visit our Daniel this morning, only to discover that the Pennyford farm was teaming with security people. As I was at the main gate, I watched in horror as an old army 6×6 truck went out the gate. Inside the truck, I saw Miss Jane, as she was sitting near the rear, handcuffed and looked terrified at me.The security guard at the gate told me there was a major breech in security, and most of the management people had transferred to departments where they could make a more personal contribution to the company.The look of Miss Jane and the few others I recognized on that truck told me the jig was upNo doubt, the Professor is worried his special process and experiments were close to their discovery by the proper authorities. I for one, turned around and left the main gate area, headed to my apartment, only to discover the security people there and packing my belongings.They did not know me and, or see me, so I slipped away.This is something I had not planned upon, and with my limited assets available, I shall try to take the Euro-express to Paris, and from there fly home.I will write you again when I reach New York; please be on your toesOh, the farm in Richland, Mi. is on DE Ave. two miles west of the center of that town. The name Schmidt, I saw posted on one of the memorandums, it was lying on Miss Janes desk. I know for a fact that Uncle Dave and Aunt Janice are both residing there, but according to what I read they were expected to degrade mentally, losing any knowledge of family, friends, and anything that could give the a connection to their past lives.For your personal safety, I suggest you consider them as deadVery concerned, with all my love,Mom+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++Mother and Daughter together:Hi Mom,My name is unimportant, however I am writing for your daughter Connie.I expect this letter will be waiting for you at your favorite hotel in New York. Anyway, the Professor caught your dear daughter snooping. She went to visit a farm outside of Richland, Michigan, where her Uncle and Aunt no reside and work.The Professor rather expected either one or both of you would come looking and asking questions about your missing relatives.Professor Haun had previously decided to keep Connie as a permanent resident and worker on the Richland farm. Once incarcerated after her short-lived try to escape capture, the security physician administered an injection of sodium pentothal, from there we found her quite talkative tooIt was from her answers we know your general whereabouts and plans.The Professor has written strict instructions concerning Connie and yourself. As for Connie, we have orders for her placement into the Reformation Experiment, with the expected placement within the farm pig population. As part of the directives noted by the Professor, Connie will have her name tattooed across her bristly back for all to see and for some to remember.The Professor wanted you to know that his newest experimental formula alters the subject physically to their new species; while retaining the normal life expectancy, as for a person being like the Bible says, three score and ten years.This life span for her should in the Professors opinion act as a worthy and justified internment for such as her and maybe youAs Connie will make a fine sow, the Professor thought with your guts and cunning you would make an excellent boar. He assures you both of clear minds, excellent memory abilities, and a full knowledge of who, what, and where you are when being as he would wish all his enemies to be, as Pigs++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++Welcome back to the U.S. of A.My dear woman and Mother of Prince Daniel,I have waited a lone time and expected that this would happen a good time sooner; however, once you are in your room at the Algonquin Hotel, I would appreciate you giving my room a call (Penthouse 7).The recent letter from my foolish associate was a little too brash and he is paying for his boldness.I would like to pay the proper respects to the mother of Prince Daniel, while offering you again a place in his life and a part of the records he shall produce.This game of cat and mouse can go on if you so chose, but I grow tired of it and offer instead a very comfortable form of amnesty.If decide to accept my offer of amnesty and divulge the name and address of your attorney in fact, I shall contract with you in a prim and proper way. My offer is similar to the original, granting you the ability to remain near your fine son and on occasion, when the spirit moves you, he or another of your choice can render you servicing.Unlike Connie, and in accordance to what I have administered top Prince Daniel, his lie expectancy has increased four fold. Using a special gene borrowed from the sea turtle progeny, granting an increase in longevity. Indeed, Prince Daniel should remain young for many decades, aging one year for every fourteen he actually lives. Ultimately, he should live over two hundred years and during his long life span, the Dartmoor breed should rise well past the likelihood of extinction.I offer you the same, living an exceedingly long lifespan, free of need, a life of ease, and nary any social repercussions from the eyes of your peers. In addition if you would consider divulging any names of those who you have discussed this entire matter; I would offer them the same contract, if not in some other chosen breed or species.It is all in your hands to do the right thing and make the outcome of this situation easy for all. As I have said before, your attitude toward me for what happened to Daniel is unfounded. His placement into the Reformation experiment was premature.Although his own fantasy dream of ponies and becoming one caused the formula to work beyond all expectations, becoming that Dartmoor stallion pony has since allowed new funding to enhance the process.I have contracted with a group in the Netherlands, the loose morality there is an open door to offering people willing to pay for the opportunity of living their fantasies.Miss Jane Pennyford, I ordered her return to manage the Devonshire pony stud farm, after talking at length, she was readily able to explain. Her farm and that of her brother will be the focus for those wishing to enter the equine life fantasy. My Netherlands associates thought that those willing to pay for our services should reside away from their hometowns and trappings. As this separation from what they considered as home would give a language barrier, granting privacy and security.In contrast to Miss Janes farm, I have now contracted with several other farming businesses, some in cattle, swine, sheep, goats, and exotic animals, along with two zoos, one in America and the other in France.Ah my dear, the need for rut and feeling it is a desire of so many The payment of a meager 036;10,000 dollars offers those who want such a lifetime fantasy, while giving my company the choice as where they could best be of service. A premium amount of 036;50,000 dollars allows them to chose their fantasy gender, while a 036;100,000 dollar payment puts them in the drivers seat; granting them the choice of species, gender, and where they might choose to live for years to come.I think our attorneys have outdone themselves, as with signing and paying the required amounts, those who enter the programs grant Sunrise Research the power of attorney over their entire estates.If you so decide to consign my contract I will forgo the leaching of your holdings, offering them to anyone you so state as next of kin.Now please, I wish this entire aggravating situation to come to an end we can both live with, and ultimately enjoy. I will not rush you, or try to hurry you into doing something one might feel as improper. The Equine Reformation process has with time become painless and offers an excitement equal to the rush of a rollercoaster.If given the chance you would find me a very friendly sort, and in time, you would know me as just and forthright in my dealings. I offer you a rich and long life, one filled with new sensations, personal relations, and a real nurturing of motherhood.Awaiting your contact,Professor Haun ………………………………………………………………………………………………..BORN, yes; But Not Yesterday:Penthouse 7Professor I.E. HaunI am as you might expect dubious of any offer coming from you since I learned the mistake that infected Daniel, was no mistakeMy concern does not stop there, as my daughter Connie according to your Mr. Schmidt, is residing and working as a sow for his farm; this disturbs me to no endThen I was witness to the abduction of Miss Jane, and the likelihood she would become a piece of property.However, I do hope it is truthful on your part that she represented herself well. I never thought of her as anything but straightforward in any business matter, including my Daniel. She is as asset, and should be in management, not some damn breeding mare, sow, or whatever.My concern is for my daughter, in fond hope that she is not presently becoming one of your sows. This would indeed disturb me, and on the basis she is safe, human, and to remain human, is my first condition as if I should sign your contract and join Miss Janes Devonshire stud farm.Listening, but in another room, under an alias name, please leave your reply at the front desk. Sybil+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++Daughter to Mother Chat:Mommy,I am well and they are treating me fine. My spirits are high, as I am of hope to join you in New York; that is when the laboratory assistants remove the remainder of my bristles.They used that Reformation formula on me, mommy I bloated up like a birthday balloon, ate as if I was crazy, sprouted bristles as my skin thickened, and began to degrade mentally. The assistant who is helping me adjust back to being human again is a nice man. He messages my shoulders and other places to relieve those pangs a sow feels when coming into heat.My body transitioned completely, along with head and arms. I have since regained my arms and hands; damn it but I hate having hooves My head is smaller, but looks the same as the other sows in my pen.I believe the worst of this is that when I was almost a total sow, this boar mated with me, and I enjoyed it His male piggy penis stretched me and filled me to overflowing. I think it was wrong, but wrong or not, I have to admit it was the best intercourse I ever, ever had in my lifeTerry, he is the boar, was one of those European men that had a desire to become a pig and boar. He paid money to become a pig, imagine thatIf you like that sort of life, and I guess Terry does, then it is O.K.Personally, I will be happy to stand upright again, and not have to devour my food, as does a brute beast. The first week I was a sow the other pigs shoved me away from the trough, and I began to starve. Starvation does strange things to your attitudes; I fought to eat that slop, curdled milk, oats, ground corn meal, and assorted table scraps and or just plain garbage we ate daily.Eating, sleeping, wallowing, and of course sex, makes up every day when you are a pig. I hated everything with the one exception of learning to enjoy sex as a sow and pig.It is worse than the lifestyle of Daniel by far, as being a pig has its special and brutal ways. A young boar injured his fore leg, cutting himself open on a wire fence. The scent and smell of blood to a pig brings on bestial instincts, we all, myself included, rushed at him and together we are him alive.This would have been horrible to me as a human, but being by that time I had transitioned more than half way to a sow, I gladly joined my herd.Well, as per her letter you can see she is becoming the young woman you remembered was your daughter. I expect her to arrive in a private plane in the next few days; and once here I hope we can arrive at a mutual settlement.Sincerely,I.E. Haun, Professor…………………………………………………………………………………………………..Reunited:Sybil waits out the duration, checking daily with the front desk and looking for the notice from the Professor. On the fifth day at the hotel she asked, and received a small envelope marked as to Sybil.She could not wait to get into her room, but ripped the envelope open while still in the elevator.The note came from the Professor, telling her that Connie had arrived and was in room 6-C, and waiting.Moved by her love for a good daughter, Sybil stopped the elevator on the sixth floor and went directly to room 6-C. She knocked at the door, listening for any movement on the other side of the door, anxiously anticipating her reunion with Connie.Her wait seemed an eternity before the bolt latch on the inside, slid back and the door opened very slowly.Connie, called Sybil, hesitant to enter, she had learned that the Professor and his assistants were never to be fully trusted.Then from inside the dimly lighted room came a soft and quivering voice that said, Mommy.As Sybil pushed open the door she came face to face with a tall, lanky woman, she glared at Sybil, but said nothing, just stepping aside and let a worried mother in to see her daughter.Four steps down a short hallway past the bathroom and Sybil stood holding the corner of the wall, bracing herself, stunned, and horrified, seeing Connie laying sprawled out on one of the two double beds.Stunned indeed, as Connie had become through the Reformation formula almost totally a sow when the Professor ordered her shipped to New York. Sybil stared and gawked at her daughter; expecting to see what she remembered as that young woman, it was her choice to allow Connie to remain at home when all this first began.Horrified, Sybils mouth fell open, as she stood shaking by the corner of the hallway, eyes panning over what was then her daughter. She had lost the strength to say even a word of love and comfort, because of what lay there on that bed, was not that much a human.Mommy, I love you, Connie said, seeing her mothers response to what her daughter had become, and was for the most part still quite a large and porky sow.On the bed laid this mostly sow shape, lying on her back and displaying the eight, sow-shaped breasts, they looked menacing and would make anyone look beastly. The bristles remained, still there, covering Connie in a hefty layer of coarseness.Nervously, Connie scratched at her bristled flanks. She ogled her mother with small eyes, tucked deep from the amount of flesh that surround them and covered her entire head.About ready to burst into tear for joy and at the same time nervous for having to display before her mother that vile half human and part pig and sow body. Sniffing, her nose began to run, the upturned snout and two ugly nostrils dripping a thin stream of snot.Connie rolled over to grab a tissue from the box of Kleenex setting on the end table, only to roll back and before wiping her nose; a long pink and black spotted tongue slipped out her mouth and did the trick.Suddenly, Connie realized what she had done and burst into tears and sobbing. She clutched her short and thin arms to her upper chest, straining to sit up and as if wishing to greet her mother in a more human manner.The two human looking hands she had folded, as if in a prayer to plead for her return to being a human and one lovely, young woman. They twisted in anxiousness, longing to be that for her mother remembered was a daughter.Even as she wrung her two hands together, they brushed across two of the sow duggets, her highest two breasts, parting the hands and in a mindless action, as she began to tweak her nipples.Sybil looked on, watching, her own emotions at a pinnacle of anxiety and personal horror.The toying and fondling of Connies hands only brought the sow teats to all perk up. Row by row perked to attention, changing Connie from her longing to be as humanly human before her loving mother. Sensation urged the animal that made most of her, as her body, to react in a bestial fashion to the stimuli.Piggish, sow hind legs hung up and spread wide, began kicking to the rush of the sensation. A piggy tail swished in anxious desire, as from a rounded big butt began to ooze and dribble this vaginal liquid onto the bed.Connie, exclaimed Sybil, her astonished face and statement sinking home the thought to her daughter of what was playing out before a stunned mother.Mommy, I cannot stop it, I, I was a sow, and am still too much as a pig and sow to stop these things from happening. Please forgive me, but in as much I want to be your daughter and again human; my inner beast and sensual longings is to be and remain as a pig Connie admitted, snuffling back her runny nose, she continued to fondle her two upper teats, all making for her to appear in a heightened state of sexual sensation.Sybil turned to the still silent woman that was there for Connie, obviously there to help this handicapped creature, defiantly as something that did not belong in a hotel.Crying and sobbing began in earnest again.Sybil asked the woman if Connie would soon regain her human form.Her answer was not one of joy and delight, as the woman in very few words told Sybil that her daughter was as much human then as she ever would be again.The Professor promised me my daughter would be human again and for that I would be the trade. He said I would join my Daniel at the Devonshire pony stud, there taking my place as a mare and companion of my son. Sybil blurting out all she knew and expected would come true.A sneering smile came across the tall womans face. She shook her head back and forth slowly, then pointed toward Connie, as she said, Once any of them taste the life of being an animal their morals go first, then with daily indiscriminate sex with any male, they adjust and accept what they had become. She, Connie is wishing even now to return to her sty and the boars. You are to join Prince Daniel; the Professor has some interesting plans for someone like you that caused him so very much heartburn. Becoming a mare, yes, you will be near your precious Daniel, he having recently degraded more to accept becoming a stallion pony; as told his mother had left him there; she, you were disgruntled and angry at him loving and being a stud.Not true, how dare you tell my Daniel such lies Sybil screamed in absolute horror at what she just heard.Then from out of the dim light, the tall woman flashed a long syringe filled with an iridescent, blue liquid that seemed to sparkle and glow on its own.Sybil saw it coming, the woman was about to administer the first and foremost injection of the Reformation formula into another victim, herMeanwhile:Arthur Murray Comes in Handy:A blazing quick lunge by the tall woman at Sybil had the syringe on its way toward insertion into a hip.Sybil sidestepped, spinning on her toes, turning as a matador before the charging bull. Her hands hitting the woman, shoving her off balance and then she tumbled to the floor.A grab for the syringe only got Sybil a nasty cut across her arm from the sharp needle.The woman began to laugh in a coarse manner, mumbling something that Sybil could not understand.Standing a distance form her attacker, Sybil looked toward Connie for some possible help.Connie laid there a lump of swine like flesh, still nervously fondling her teats, and making low grunting noises.The woman got to her feet and began to approach Sybil, the syringe pointed at the intended victim.Sybil reached for a table lamp with the intent of using it for a sword and protection. Her grab for the lamp stopped up short, because the thing had screws holding it in place, and would not budge.The woman gave an evil sounding laugh, then stepped another stride closer.Sybil looked at the syringe, as it had a drip of the caustic blue liquid jutting out the end of the needle, ready to make an honest mare out of a loving mother.You are soon to be on your way, first to Lancaster, where the Professor will have you stabled until not a living sole could tell you were anything but a mare. The woman divulged some of the Professors plan, as she moved closer and gripped the syringe with a harsh and evil intent.Another hard lunge and jab at Sybil by the woman, as she dancing out of the way; only to hear a snap, and then an anguished moan.Then a groaning sound filled the room, as Sybil saw the womans face. Terror took away that face filled with intent and dire planning to make of Sybil a common pony mare. Instead, the womans dire grip had broken the syringe, bursting forth its contents, and worse the sharp edges of the broken ampoule, cut deep into the womans hand.Good luck dreary, you are the infected one now, I suggest you begin to learn the fashionable ways to graze and allure your stallions Sybil chided the woman, seeing she was also probably thinking along the same line of thought.Connie squealed her own delight, straining to roll on her side and watch the show, for her captor will soon begin to feel the pangs of becoming a pony mare.A Revelation:Sybil stood to one side as the tall German woman sank to her knees. The Reformation serum entering her bloodstream by way of the deep cut in her hand. Although, this woman had a dark olive color to her skin the serum began its working by lifting to the surface an additional amount of pigment.An expression of anguish of what would come only seemed to make her face darker. Stammering, as she strained to speak, the ability to talk is usually the first to fade, when the serum enters the host body.My bag, on the shelf by the door, right pocket, small bottle, antidote; you must inject me with the antidote, or the transition will commence The woman strained at every word, pleading, less she would soon become a Dartmoor mare herself.Sybil went directly to the shelf and brought down the black handbag. She poked about until finding a small glass ampoule containing a light yellow liquid.Holding up the small bottle for the woman to agree that this was indeed the right one, Sybil searched the handbag for another syringe to administer the injection.Good person that she is, Sybil soon had the syringe filled with the, so-called, antidote, and was ready to inject the woman when Connie groaned.Stopping, and standing still, Sybil said, I thought the Professor said the antidote for the Reformation serum had not as yet become a thing in fact. Yet, you say this will stop your transitioning into an animalGruffly speaking, the woman straining to get out each word as her body begins to contort, muscles spasm in pain, and her ears are just beginning, to show some points.White vinegar, and Apple juice mixed together is the antidote; no scientist makes a serum without having an antidote standing ready. Inject me now as I feel my female organs beginning to recede The woman screamed out her words, in pain, and feeling as she said her internal organs beginning to move to equine like locations.Connie moaned again, and Sybil looked at the syringe, then at the woman, and finally at her piggish daughter.Inject me, she can get her antidote later, now inject me, oh, oh, oh The woman said, as her insides had suddenly shifted, making her uneasy for what was to come next.Sybil stepped to be nearer to Connie, she pointed the syringe at her daughter, having the forethought of injecting her and letting the German woman find out what Daniel had to offer.Sitting down on the side of the bed, Sybil moved the syringe close, ready to inject the antidote, and save her daughter from beastly way of life.Groaning from the rank sensations brought on by the first changes, the woman again pleaded for Sybil to inject her with the syringe. “Please, me first, there is more antidote with the Reformation serum in my suitcase. Your daughter can come later, her changing back to being human takes about nine months. Her body will recover most of her human form, with the exception of a few things. Oh,oh, quick, inject me, me first” The woman cried her skin was turning a darker shade, the blackening deepest around her eyes.Sybil began to take a tougher attitude toward the woman and even Connie. This revelation of an antidote now made it possible to return Daniel unto his former self.Angered by the Professor’s deception, she now had some questions for the woman, but time was not in her favor. The transition was making the soft tissue change first, ears, nose, lips, and such; soon this evil-minded woman would lose her ability to speak and then Sybil would learn nothing.Even with her piggish face, Connie could make some facial expressions. Her face looked quite serious, as if showing either anger or apprehension. The needle was about to enter her tough hide when, she pushed it away with her small human hand.No Mommy, no, your daughter is happy being a sow, I decide, I want to go back and live there, in the sty, me now a pig and liking it Connie spoke her mind, the Reformation process having maybe degraded her mentally to the point of finding the simple life of a sow preferable to living as a human.Sybil was not ready to give up her daughter and family to this sad situation. A few tries more to inject Connie had the syringe knocked from her hand, and falling to the floor, where it burst into a thousand glass slivers.Connie squealed for joy, the German woman midway in her first round of transitioning of species, began to curse and swear.Less Than Perfection:Terrified at the aspect of losing her life and body to becoming the Dartmoor mare she was ready to make of Sybil, this woman began to spew what would happen to Connie.Inject me, I have no desire to lose my life, I am a scientist and wish to remain one Your daughter can change most of the way back to her previous self, having only a few body parts that can no longer return to being perfectly human. Her fingers beginning to knarl, cramping as the last digits kink to begin what will be in time a hoof, she rambles on and says more. She has eight breasts as a sow, these will remain, and the only way to make her look human there is to have a sextet mastectomy. Her skin will transition back but the hairs, those coarse bristles will remain. She cannot have any human hair again, her head, body and extremities will have that coat of pigs bristles until the day she dies Why then too, her vagina will remain in the same configuration as it is for her sow body. Although she might look generally like unto a human again, her mind has found being a pig enjoyable and from this she will always lust to feel as a pig.Sybil began to feel choked up, she too started to cry, the realization of the antidote and her daughters desire to return and live in the sty; was too much for her to handle.Angered worse by Connie choosing openly to remain as a sow, she stomped her foot down, smashing the broken syringe.The woman tried then to beg for an injection, but her lips and tongue were fast changing, making speech near impossible.Jumping to her feet, Sybil turned and ran out the room, down the hall, wishing for some fresh air and time to think. Down the elevator and through the lobby, she walked out onto the busy New York city, street.Determination and walking, Sybil headed toward Central Park where wondering and thinking she was gone for hours. Reminded only of the time by how dark the sky became as the sun set down behind those towering buildings, Sybil thought of returning to her hotel.Once in the hotel and going up to the penthouse floor, Sybil realized, she had to key for the door.Once off and out of the elevator, she went to the penthouse door and listened. The squeals of Connie mixed with bestial groans and whinnies of a woman transition species. Sybil knew that come morning the woman could well be close to looking like a mare; and the daytime Maid might not think this all as something too kosher.The thick door presented a problem, like the one to her room it was stout and had an exceptional locking mechanism.Sybil was about at her wits end when the elevator door opened, and out stepped a Bellhop and a Maid.In a flash Sybil went to them, asking to have the Bellhop use his pass key and help her enter suite 7-C. Pleading of her forgetfulness, leaving her key inside the suite, she tried to sound like some airhead.Both of the people listened but said nothing, and made no move to offer Sybil any help.Seeing their unwillingness to help, Sybil remembered where she was, and digging into her small purse, she offered the Bellhop a 036;20 bucks.A fake sort of smile and the Bellhop used his passkey to open the suites door.Sybil gave a short thank you and went inside as quickly as she could.Once inside she went to the main room, there on the bed remained Connie, still the same partially human pig and sow.The sound of heavy breathing turned her attention to a figure now setting in a chair. The chair tucked into the darkest corner of the room had the woman sitting in it.Sybil flicked on a table lamp lighting to room in a moderate amount of light.A torn pile of clothing suggested of the woman having begun her growth spurts, changing of ribs and bones to be more equine.A screaming harsh whinny was the greeting offered by what was hours before a human female. Now she had a face in radical change. The muzzle almost fully formed, as her ears and the skin color all said this would soon become an animal.Sybil stepped closer, seeing the womans feet having grown exceptionally long, her toes at the first stages of becoming her hoofs. She sat there stiffly, not moving as if in pain. Studying the woman, Sybil never having seen a person in the midst of transition from the serum, she stood with mouth open in awe. A Message from the Devil:The sight of someone in transition as from one species to another; is not pretty. The word ugly does not do it justice either. Facially the woman looked like she was a mare, her skull bone softening, allowing massive growth and realignment.Her muscles too, had grown in heft and contour over the afternoon and evening hours. The skin continued to discolor, becoming black and rough like the hide of an equine. As with the skin changing, the growth of her dark brown and black blanket of hair was helping to hide her in a darkened corner.Sybil suddenly noted the light flashing on the bedside phone, a message, but from whom.The push of a button and listening to the receiver, Sybil heard the stern voice of the Professor, he reminding Miss Abigail to be sure to administer the second round of injections.Sybil turned to look at the woman she could address as Abigail, knowing her name might make things easier. A search of the luggage turned up a small, leather bound box containing six ampoules of serum, two of antidote, four syringes, and one pre-filled syringe, having a printed label, In case of failure.She looked over her shoulder at Abigail, the woman was moaning again, and according to the Professor, she would need another injection to make the process take its course.Turning to look at Abigail, Sybil was having serious concerns over sending even a devious person into the realms of being a beast. She felt sad for this woman, and even more aggravated at her daughter, Connie preferring to remain a sow. She sighed, thinking then of Daniel, he having spent a couple of years as a stallion pony, as a stud male animal, she wondered if he would wish to be again human.Another deep breath that became a sigh, she must inject Abigail or the half of a transition would prove fatal.The resounding flop of something rolling off the shelf nearest the suites door turned Sybil around. There lying in a heap on the floor was one large and black duffle bag. A look at it proved quickly to her that Connie had entered the hotel inside the bag. It figured the Algonquin hotel is a posh and prim sort of place, not allowing pets and especially pigs in the rooms.Sybil could only sigh again, seeing the problem at hand of removing Connie in her partially human form, and of Abigail from the hotel.Connie came inside the big duffle bag and seemed likely, as this is how she would need to leave.Abigail was another problem, being she was well along the patterned way of changing species to something large and having some real heft. The only idea that made any sense at all was for her to transition enough to leave by the freight elevator.Cringing and squeamish, Abigail watched Sybil approaching her, two syringes filled with the crystal blue liquid. Antsy and squirming in her chair, she had no place to escape what was to come.Either you will die from being partially transitioned, or I must administer these two injections. I promise to stay here, care for you and Connie, feed you both, and when the time comes, you can walk out of here on all fours. Sybil said, her voice showing almost as much emotion as what Abigail could, considering.Wincing as the first of two injections were pressed into her bloodstream, Abigail made a throaty plea, ahek-ah, as if to say no, knowing this would soon end her being a scientist.Connie began to squeal, seemingly delighted in seeing her captor getting the same medicine and soon, a simular lifestyle learning to accept, and live.Sybil tried to calm Connie, but she was enthralled with pleasure, salavating about the mouth while watching Abigail go into her forth set of convulsions. As if her being part a sow urged her to enjoy what was for another as brutal. Sybil began to wonder if another injection of the serum to her daughter would return her to being a complete sow.Tears welling in her eyes, Sybil thought to try another of the crystal blue ampoules, injecting Connie, and maybe then making her removal easier from the hotel.Slowly she pulled back the plunger, filling a clean syringe with the contents of one ampoule full of the Reformation serum. This done, Sybils eyesight was blurred by her tears and in an almost fateful motion, when she went to wipe clear her eyes. The simple act was one with great peril, wiping the back of her hand to her eyes made the syringe scratch across her forehead.The sensation of the sharp needle on her forehead made Sybil jump, jerking her hand, the thumb pressing on the syringe and plunger.Rushing to the bathroom, Sybil switched on the light and stood terrified.The syringe needle had scratched open a three inch long gash in her forehead. Worse, and even more instilling of terror, the jerking of her hand had pressed out a thin bead line of the Reformation serum along the cut.Sybil stood in horror of that moment, watching as the crystal blue formula glistened in the light, and then disolved into the cut. A quick look at the syringe proved to her that just a meager amount of the serum exited the syringe. Still looking as if full to the highest makings on the syringe, she had high hope this little error would not become for her as life and body threatening.Returning to be near her daughter, Sybil poised the syringe in the air before Connie, She told her daughter of the syringe, and her thought to give her back what she so desired.Sybil thought that Abigail in her own peril would not likely lie, and if her daughter would retain much of her outward piggish attributes, then it was better she allow Connie to return to being a happy sow.Abigail sat across the room, seeing Sybil inject Connie; she began to make the horsiest sounding laugh. Her eyes wide and showing the whites only exsentuated her seeming to find the injection to Connie as something quite funnier than her own situation.Sybil sat up and wondered how Abigail, in her first pangs of transition could see humor, having a good horsey laugh, as she watched Connie getting injected with the serum.Then the thought struck her, Sybil screamed realizing with a terrible resolve, the formula was prepared for making the host victim a Dartmoor pony, she had injected this into her piggish daughter.If Not in Enough Dismay:Abigail laughing her horselaugh mixed with a snort or whinny, Connie yucking it up with her insatiable piggish squeals of glee, and Sybil at her wits end, having to listen to their maddening sounds.The ringing of the phone dimmed the humor, as without half a thought Sybil reached over and picked up the receiver, answering with a friendly sounding, hello.When Professor Haun heard Sybil answering the phone, he stuttered a couple of words, displaying a shattered male ego. He considered Sybil as quite gullible, and fully expected his plan to lure her into a trap would work without a wrinkle.Regaining his usual cold manner of composure, he then laughed once, and asked if Miss Abigail was able enough to speak on the phone.Sybil sat for a moment dazed and nervous, then responded, informing of Abigail and of her general condition.Again, the Professor displayed his cold demeanor, suggesting the loss of her from his plan was of little consequence. Laughing with his disgusting manner, he asked if per chance she was beginning to look similar to Daniel.Sybil being always blunt and truthful, then explained how Abigail had accidentally received the Reformation serum into her bloodstream. She then, in a rather boisterous way informed the Professor of giving Abigail her next injection, making it a sure fact she would soon feel the affections of a stallion.Seemingly, the Professor accepted the fact his agents ability was both null and void of any further action as a human; he mentioned of ordering a truck and crew to come and pick up his two specimens.Hearing the Professor talk, his tone of voice speaking with such a nonchalant who gives a crap, attitude, the lack of concern for others made Sybils blood boil. The horrid thought of two more lives made to waste away, more to become as objects of the Professors scientific ego.Sybil felt a personal resolve, trying her utmost to bring to ruin the Professor and his every attempt at causing people harm. She had no desire to join Marge and Lilly as another conquest for her son Daniel. More likely, the Professor would have made her a mare, and once under his total domination, she felt sure he would sell her to some local farm or stud as a brood mare. Her times watching with disgust as Daniel mounted, humped, and mated with both female volunteers as mares, or born animals, was not be her fate Devout to her convictions, remembering the loving touches of her husband, Sybil was resolute she never stand willingly as a mare for any stallion to mount, hump, and have as a mate.After she slammed down the receiver, Sybil gathered up the black leather bound box having the remaining serum and antidote bottles. A short fair well Sybil gave to an Abigail, she having fallen out of her chair and onto the floor.The woman looked up at Sybil, showed her teeth as if in some bestial way of displaying her anger and hatred.Sybil turned to face Connie, she was lying their on the bed, silent, eyes closed, a wrinkled brow as if feeling some pain.Offering a few words of love and concern, Sybil stepped close, her thought to give a good daughter one last loving peck of a kiss on her bristly forehead.Connie now thought otherwise, the Reformation equine serum pulsating in her veins. Sensing by smell of her one time mother coming quite close, her eyelids jolted open, opening her mouth wide, she made a bestial desperate lunge, as if wishing to inflict some great harm.Surprised, Sybil stepped backwards, tripping and falling, ending up then sitting straddled over Abigail, and on her elongating neck.Lashing out with her changing mouth, Abigail felt Sybil was directly to blame for her having to become as one of the Professors animals.A scramble of arms and legs, Sybil stood up and doing her best she danced out of harms way.Out of breath, standing and seeing both her daughter and this woman Abigail, both of them acting as if they were brute minded animals, made her feel like crying. Her fear of injury worked on her in the opposite direction, making her feel anger.Shaking her fist at both of the changing women, Sybil opened the black box and suggested she might inject them both with what remained.The threat of that idea made both of the changing ones turn instantly quiet.In a soft voice, Sybil said a good bye to her daughter, expecting she would never again see Connie, as her daughter was sure to forget she ever had a loving mother.The slamming of the door as Sybil went out started a fury of beastly calls and screams, assuredly, both inside realized their coming fate.Sybil returned to her own room, packed her bags, and decided to return to Devonshire and her son.Adding insult to injury, Sybil was at the front desk checking her self out of the hotel, when the fire alarm began to scream.Hollering and swearing, two men came from the upstairs stairway, both chasing a full grown, brown bristle covered sow. All dashed this way and that around the pillar and planters. The sow in the lead, as the two men tried their best to capture a wily Connie.As confusion reigned at the Algonquin, Sybil strolled out the main door, flagged a cab, and headed for the airport.On to Part III This post has been edited by K.Rooste on Jul 15 2006, 08:21 PM

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3. “Greed Builds into Pure Lust to Succeed”PartIIIChilly Sights, from a Hot Cab Ride:Plopping in the cab, Sybil ordered the driver to take her to the airport.Then she went quiet, her thoughts again turning to how her family became disrupted beginning with a son, he wishing to do something for his parents.Tears welled up in her eyes, thinking of her young and healthy son. She could remember when he went for swimming lessons, how he felt scared, but with trying it again, and again, he triumphed. Her memories of him were vivid in the mind of a loving mother. Thought after loving memory passed as did the scenery outside the cab window.Hey lady, I thought you were maybe going to the big masquerade party uptown? The cab driver asked, he trying to start a conversation with a passenger seated in his cab, and her crying.Sybil responded with a simple, HuhThe driver then began asking in a nice sort of way, mentioning the masquerade party uptown, and if she was originally planning to attend.This rattled Sybil, she having just lost her daughter to the realm of swine. She repeated her desire to go to the airport, seeing the lurking eyes of the cab driver peering in his rearview mirror.He tried to console his then angry sounding rider, mentioning her makeup, and figuring that not too many people would be anywhere other than such a party, consideringIf Sybil was not upset before he said too much, she had something to wonder about until he tossed her a small mirror.The scratch, exclaimed Sybil aloud.Looking at her face in the mirror there was a radical difference from what she remembered her face looked like. Peering back at her was a dark complexion, her nose looked upturned, nostrils expanded wide, eyebrows grown together as hair had sprouted covering her forehead, around her eyes, over cheeks, and trailing off toward her chin and neck.Tilting the mirror up for a look under a hairy chin, the reflection offered a view of two hairy and pointed ears protruding above her curly head of hair.No Sybil moaned, she raising her hands to touch a hairy face that in her minds eye, reminded her of Daniel and his Dartmoor hair and skin.Then she saw her hands, they too had turned a darker shade, past the word tan to almost a purplish-black, and having the beginning of pony hairs forming small clusters on her skin.Terrified at the prospect she might go into her first round of convulsions, and beginning some strides at changing species, worse then of her humiliation, she asked if there was a stable nearby.A quick turn from the entrance to the freeway headed the cab toward Central Park and the stable used to house the rented mounts for riding in the Park.Soon bag and rider stood on the curb out front a stable that looked at bad, as it smelled.Sybil did not know why she was thinking of giving in, letting her convictions falter and submit to the ultimate designs of the Professor. She had seen enough, felt tired of trying, knowing in her heart that like Connie, Daniel would never wish to again, to be a person.The relentless schemes of the Professor would in time find her, and then what would he do to her. He might be in a foul mood and damn her to be as Connie. She might humor him and end up with a pony stallion humping her until she was pregnant with a foal. Her aggravation might suggest she should join her relatives, they as Black Angus cattle on a farm in Michigan.Sniffing at a runny nose, she wiped away a tear, and looking at what might become her home, Sybil picked up her suitcase, and headed inside the main door.The stout smell of urine and manure tweaked her nose, as she sneezed twice bringing from the small office an old man.He gave her a quick look, saying nothing as he pointed down the barns dark isle. Then he motioned for her to follow him, which she did without question.Looking at the stalls when Sybil passed by, some were filthy, while others clean but had that same pungent smell. She took note as each stall had a nameplate, all bearing a simple, one word name of the occupant.The man stopped at the very last stall, opened the Dutch door, as he then motioned for Sybil to look inside.The stall was quite large compared to the other small and narrow stalls. She took note of two steel buckets, one filled with water, and the other empty and likely used for feed. It was quite clean, having little hints of any rank odors.Sybil looked back at the old man, she showing a face in transition and of a mind filled with concern.You like, this is satisfactory, I did as you asked, cleaned the stall with hot water, washed it, added fresh straw, all set for your purebred Dartmoor pony mare, stated the old man, his face looking almost as concerned, if but for a very different reason.His words made Sybil stop and after considering what he had said, she broke down in tears.Now there were two upset people in a stallThe old man stepped forward trying to offer the dear lady some comfort. He soon took notice of her hairy hand, of the texture of skin, it feeling like unto the common hide of a horse. He then looked her closely in the face, seeing, and then taking note in his poor vision of a woman looking quite like one of his mounts; at least facially.Sybil a bundle of nerves broke down, falling to her knees, she knew the Professor had rented the stall expecting to transfer his prime pony Dartmoor mare from the Algonquin to this stable.The man knelt down on one knee, asking some pointed questions, seeing before him a what was a woman beginning to resemble a Dartmoor pony.During the next two hours, Sybil spilled her knowledge of the Professor, her son, a daughter and of others who all lost their humanity. She showed the black box, the serum, antidotes, and the one syringe made for use if a failure.An attentive old man listened, seemingly understood, and then asked the one proper question. He said, Lady would you like it if I gave you the injections?Sybil looked at the man, his face old and wrinkled told of someone who had seen a lot of life come and go. She sat there ready to let him do the injections, holding out her arm and shaking her head as if in agreement.The clanging of an iron triangle up front meant a customer was in need for some service. The old man turned and stood up, smiled, and then without a word, he walked away from Sybil and out the stall.Sybil sat there thinking and listening as she heard the mans cowboy boots clomp along the cobblestones of the barns center isle.Hi Bob, your looking well, sorry but I have to cancel that reservation for the clean stall. Yea, the ole mare broke loose and got away, no doubt she is lost somewhere in the city or beyond, said a voice Sybil had heard before.Jumping up she peered past the upper rail along the edge of the stall. She knew that pudgy looking Chinaman, Professor Haun himself, he standing and talking with the old man he had addressed as Bob.Bob then pointed down the length of the barn toward where he had left Sybil. The Professor laughed uproariously, saying, She is?Quickly Sybil scrambled to gather her few things into the suitcase. She wanted nothing again to do with the Professor and or his delight in her becoming a Dartmoor mare.Angered at her own lack of resolve, she slipped over the stalls back wall, moving along another isle, and headed for the main door and freedom. Once at the main door she heard heated words between the Professor and the man he called Bob.Crouched low, Sybil headed for a nearby cabstand, flagging one, opening the rear door and sliding over the seat, trying to stay low.A flicking of a quick twenty-dollar bill into the front seat, she ordered the cab to drive and head for anywhere else, New JerseyBack at the Stud Farm:Miss Jane was quite happy to be back in the good graces of the Professor and his research foundation. Having passed all the questions and probing she was able assure her business partners that their security and integrity had remained safe and secure.Her Dartmoor pony stud farm had become a busy enterprise. Prince Daniel was the prime stud, but with the continuing experiments back in the United States, she would receive a bi-monthly shipment of new stallions and or mares.The propaganda produced by the Professor and his group she believed until just recently, when from a security scare, for which she almost went out to pasture herself. She now looks over the dozen or so signed copies of contracts, those that fill the file drawers in her office. The names and dates of young people top each file, all of those listed there a picked volunteer, and all thinking themselves as a part in a great scientific experiment. In every contract was a specified date when whether stallion or mare the foundation had an earmark for their return to the USA, and for reintroduction into society.It all seemed so very prim and proper, yet Miss Jane had a concern or fret over those she sent to mate and become mated.Indeed, she once thought of herself as just a major cog in a great wheel of science. Her part was to manage those young stallions and mares to mate and produce a new, higher quality animal for the show ring. Then once they had completed their contracted time of usage, she planned for each to return to the United States where by some antidote they would again become people, only a good bit richer.Even her son Gerald went to work for the Professor in America, he having written a few times since. His working along side the great Professor Haun at the Sunrise Research Farm outside of Appleton, Wisconsin could only aid her youngster to gain in health and knowledge.Gerald Pennyford suffered from a rare blood disorder, a condition he contracted soon after Daniel, or Prince Daniel arrived at their farm.The Professor boasted of his research facility having attained a great knowledge in the blood disorder, of what Gerald so often became sick and felt great pains. In fact, the Professor had originally promised Miss Jane of her son returning by the following Christmas, suggesting he would be quite healthy, strong, and feeling vibrantly alive.Gerald went to work for the Professor and other than a few short letters, those at the home farm have not seen, or heard from in over a year. Miss Jane asked about him often, told by those at the research farm that Gerald was able to reach a phone, but they assured her of his being informed of her call.The Professor saw Gerald as just something to keep his mother in line and doing what he needed to move his plans forward.Just after Gerald arrived in the USA, the Professor began his slow indoctrination to the Reformation serums. As he does with so many others, the Professor thinks he owns everybody around him. Gerald would soon realize this first hand, he thinking the Professor was treating his blood disorder, when actually he received a daily injection of some new Capra Hircus blend of the Reformation formula.An anxious letter from a worried mother to her son became an angered second request letter from a mother to her sons captor. In response to this letter of accusations and threats of reprisal, the Professor sent Miss Jane Pennyford a scathingly horrible letter.+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++Double the Bet:To Whom This May Concern:You do an incredible job helping our volunteers adjust to their new lifestyle and the difficulties they face day, after day. I am impressed with exception progress your management has added to our project, not to say the increase in profits as well.Recently we had a major shakeup in the management of our foundation and subsequently even to your farm, and some other farms. Those that wished to cause disruption are now entering other employment, some still in farm operations and others we placed with zoos and the like.Presently, our foundation has vanquished the last of these who could not contemplate themselves as team players. We hope that from this separation they discover their mistake and take the proper steps to adjust that attitude which got them into their present predicament.It is of this special predicament I wish to mention a couple of distinct items about you and your business with the foundation.I endorsed a complete audit of your entire accounting structure. This audit we accomplished while you and the staff were answering questions posed by our security department. The final tally shows that in my opinion our foundation has not received its fair share of the magnificent profits.You failed to attest to the higher stud fees charge for Prince Daniel and his counterparts, along with the frozen semen you have for sale on the internet.In addition it was discovered the sale of two volunteer mares to a private stud farm in Saudi Arabia. The price for each mare of 20,000 Pounds Sterling you never reported to the foundation, nor our percentage added to the monthly reimbursements.According to your contract, those sent to you as what we classify as volunteer mares, though they are highly valued as breeding animals, are in fact should be returned at the end of their proposed contracts.These two items are enough for us to void your contracts and take control of the Devonshire farm and property.However, I assured the board of you as a valued asset, insisting we could over look these improprieties. As an assurance that you would continue along those lines, I have made your Gerald as my insurance of your good faith.Geralds blood disorder was nothing more than an allergic reaction to the daily ingesting of small amounts of the Reformation formula. I directed this myself, personally administering the injections, adding one cc more each week until he finally received the full dosage last month.His progress has been to say, outstanding, as the blood assumed its new genus properties, rearranging his species, and beginning the slow transition that he finalized today.I have attached a photograph I took today, although it is but a black and white but shows the excellent muscular enhancements. Gerald remains quite aware of his new self and the surroundings. He is not alone in the fenced confinement area, as with him we have introduced two females of the same genus.Gerald Pennyford is the finest example of the Reformation serum to date. It is upon your response whether he finds himself interned for five years, or if you fail my expectations, then he shall find himself sentense for the remained of his natural life.I thought your Russian heritage you mentioned, a grand mother I remembered might aid Gerald with his acceptance and the adjustment process. Gerald makes a fine addition to the Russian breed of Ibex; he loves to show with pride his well-pronounced sheath. Although he is blessed with two, exceptionally enlarged testicles, I can attest they are working in excellent fashion. His memory and a high ability for grasping intelligent concepts, thos simualr to when he was a human, affords him the comfort of understanding speech, although he cannot speak it, he understans it perfectly. Moreover, he knows what he has become and what I expect of him, his proper place is as an animal sire, meant to live in a zoo.This is a special Ibex specimen, and I think you would agree its continued livelihood could become as a very real inducement for your continued honesty. As this breed is quite rare, especially when taking into consideration his exceptional growth of those horns, he would make some hunter a fine addition to a collection.My imposing this hardship upon someone as young and impressionable as Gerald might seem inhumane. However, Gerald first felt the same as what you might Since his meeting the two females has increased a personal desire for more indoctrination to the lifestyle of a male Ibex. As with the sensation of rut, an abrupt change in his expressed interest embellished a new feeling of excitement. In my questioning Gerald, his greatest wish is to remain as a long-term viable part of our experiment. Indeed, as his recent work helping along the repopulation of, and maintaining the Russian Ibex breed of animal, is nothing less than mounting success.I have the pictures to prove his attention to duty. How he knows when to act and how to help others feeling the need for someone to ease them in and out of their impossible predicament. Gerald does exceptional work, standing before all and taking control over those beneath him in the ranks. He presses on and down into that which needs his attention, entering the depths, stirring excitement in others and from his endeavors, he can work that which will help all in the project, as we attain excellent results.You need not respond and thank me for my continued mentoring of Gerald. I truly believe that over the next few years, or maybe a decade or two, he will be paramount in the repopulation of the Russian Ibex.Signed, The Management………………………………………………………………………………………………..April Fools, Fool:Why Professor Haun,When I received the last memo telling of your delight in my ability to handle our mutual and sensitive contract with such professionalism, I leaned back in my chair with pride.Then you turned the text to a tale of intrigue and diabolical horror when you announced my Gerald became a Russian Ibex.Now really, that joke was in very bad taste, just after this whole security matter Needless to say, I was flabbergasted, terrified for my Gerald, he wishing to work along side a man he so admired; only to become the fodder of some diabolical plan to make me toe the line, as if that were neededWhen my mind cleared, I knew it was an April Fools joke, and a good one, if not at the wrong time in my recent past.I have made some calls and written letters, only to get nothing from your people but lame excuses, and not one letter from Gerald in the past six months. I believe it was for this that I thought it possible, your joke, and was so enthralled in hatred and disgust, it made it so very funny when I realized it was nothing but an April Fools hoax.Please have Gerald send me a letter, or call his mother.Sincerely,Miss Jane PennyfordBlatant Truths:Miss Jane,I believe my last communication to be somewhat misleading, as one might if they had a simple frame of mind, thinking I had the time to be humorous. To be quite blatant in fact and truth, I have enclosed in this communication some evidence to support my statement, this beginning with the response letter from the Milwaukee Zoo.Sunrise Research FoundationAppleton, WisconsinAttn: I.E. Haun, PhD.RE: Russian Ibex ExhibitDear Sir,We of M-zoo wish to express our grateful gratitude to you and your foundation in the donation of the three Russian Ibex Sheep. These rare animals will add insurmountable interest to our Mountaineer Exhibit.Our five-year plan for building a small herd of such Ibex is now within our grasp. The names of Bess, Sarah, and Gerald will mark a new turning point, offering our patrons something different, rare, and remarkable. These make a fine beginning as the three Ibex are young and of excellent health, a prize for any zoo in these difficult times.Your donation with its added special limitations concerning the sire is to say different, as the board members mentioned and agreed to your request. In a unanimous vote, your five-year limits and the return of Gerald to the foundation found acceptance.It is from that meeting our board is so directing me to ask of you, if the foundation has the availability, would more of such excellent animals be purchasable soon, or it some time to come.Our need is for not only rare specimens as the Russian Ibex, but also of excellent breeder stock for other areas within the zoo.In closing, I take this place to again thank you and the Foundation, along with that one special person you made mention, the poignant originator offering the Ibex Gerald as our herd sire in our time of need; we heartily thank Miss Jane L. Pennyford.Sincerely,_________________________________________________________I would hope this were enough to grant you an inkling of possibility, suggesting there is some relevant fact to my recent communication about your Gerald.If not, then please note this inter-office memo written by the project manager, as his first report, it might be of some interest.Toxicology LaboratorySir,Volunteer 711-RI awoke at 4:10 pm from the chemically induced comatose state. His first reaction was the common exclamation, and then began to feel and touch his transitioning skin.As per my orders, this particular volunteer would retain much of his original mental state. Although the horn buds have presented a problem, they exert a definite level of pressure upon the cortex of the brain. The added pressure to his auditory lobes of the brain has a marked effect, as with horn growth his verbal communication should cease early into the experiment. As an additional insertion point at the heels, I have begun an IV drip of the Reformation drug. Although this requires additional monitoring by attendants, the resulting transition should begin more in the posterior regions.After only four days of the IV, this volunteer conveyed to an attendant a warning from his mother. As if from some preconceived Motherly instinct, warning him about entering any experiment as of some mistrust might occur. He made a few interesting statements before the jaw realigned, making his thoughts and ideas known to my staff.The normal documents pertaining to previous name, D.O.B., and other personal data I keep under secure lock. However, the young male volunteer blurted out the renowned name of his mother. He asked for the chance to communicate, either by phone or in a letter, but soon, knowing he would lose all such abilities.When approached by the staff members, I saw no real problem in the matter, besides, according to previous and similar experiences, all authorized communications go via your office; as such, I have attached the volunteers communication.Dear Mom,I awoke this morning to the realization of your warning had some basis in fact. My idol, Professor Haun has little use for me, except that he has injected me with his Reformation formula.When I first awoke, my skin felt extremely itchy. My scratching only inflamed it more, and from it came millions of hair follicles, sprouting everywhere.My remembering how Prince Daniel arrived, he often straining to see his radical differences. I began checking my body for what was effected by the serum, as I discovered first, my long floppy ears, those looking like our goats, but different.Seeing my reflection in a drinking bucket, as the forehead aches terribly, there are two large bumps, and I suspect these will become horns soon. As from the growing horns, my vision is slighted; changed to quite nearsighted, I will in time; depend on the sense of smell for a defense.I can read and write, although the flexibility of fingers has decreased some, suggesting I should have hoofs quite soon.As you might remember, I begged to come here and work along this great man. My attitude about him being great has taken a dip, he told me of two young women that thought a lot of me. His subterfuge was impeccable, the two he mentioned were also becoming as I. Their interest in me was from a purely sexual interest, they are to be my mates, and me the sire of their herd.First, when he told me the complete truth I had some reservations about being a herd sire. The onslaught of this Reformation serum has tantalized my passions, making me feel pangs for to breed, as does our Prince Daniel.Days beget more transitioning and change, my arms and shoulders show signs of being as forelegs. I overheard some conversations of my species is of the Ibex, making me a quadruped, and walking on all fours. They voiced concerns about me, but like Daniel, he made the transition, so I expect I will tooThe second week had me awaken one morning to a furry coat covering me from head to now cloven hooves. My toes and hands changed, replaced with cloven hooves and caused some horror, while also giving me some weird sort of thrill.Changes are coming fast now, my mouth is almost a muzzle, speaking is going as did my writing, and I shall soon be mute and unable to communicate with you.Rump and the tail are the strangest of sensations. My testicles hang furry and heavy in my stifle. The growth of heels to hocks tells me much of the grazing animal the Professor has planned for me to become.I know that very soon I shall join with those undaunting volunteers, they who like Prince Daniel decided to give their all to the direct application of animal husbandry.Yours in Heart,Gerald ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::Dear Miss Jane,Gerald confessed to me much that he could not pronounce clearly, and from his drastically transitioned form, I have made these conclusions.Gerald is rapidly making the structural transitions, his skeletal adjustments moved along normally. He had some minor pain with the adjusting of his thighs and lower legs becoming quadruped in design.In outward appearance, Gerald has completely transitioned, becoming a male Ibex of the Russian breed. We have noticed a few minor human internal traits, such as his sperm count remains potent, the same as any healthy human. This one carry over from being human into being a male Ibex for sire, should increase his ability to breed with his two female partners.Unlike Gerald and his five-year limitation, the two chosen females are under contract for permanently remaining in the lifestyle and body as a female Ibex. This, according to my records was their preferred choice to live out their lives. Each consigned a legal writ, making the Professor their P.O.A. (Power of Attorney), authorizing him to make decisions, mattering on their lives once they were incommunicado.Geralds large horns have degraded his eyesight, increasing the pressure around the brain making him lapse into an hour or longer of raw bestial fits. He might fight or challenge one of his females, only to mate with her extensively with elongated sessions, thrusting and moving, as if some deep part of him still longs to find delight in a purely instinctive breeding function.He listens to commands and responds quickly, showing a high mental state of understanding concepts as do humans. This ability may decline over the coming sixty-month experimentation period. If the decline turns to a total lapse into beast instinct, then the prognosis for his return to being again human would appear dim.In general we here have a sense of admiration for a mother to allow her only son to enter the volunteer work as part of this great experiment. Your self -sacrifice is something that gives me chills; and if the Professor asked or offered, I would be delighted to join Bess and Sarah.Diligence and a respect for the greater ideal, this is what makes our employees a real asset to Sunrise Research Foundation.In short, Miss Jane, I expect you to conduct yourself under the strictest of regulatory administration while utilizing those this Foundation refers for testing and or short or long-term experimentation.My security department is presently looking for Daniels mother, and upon her capture, we will refer for breeding a duplicate to Prince Daniel, except as a mare. This new mare should become his primary breeding partner, her only mate will be Prince Daniel and the resulting foals shall return to our home office for new levels of experimentation.Abide by my wishes and in time Gerald along with his faithful mother shall reunite as a family.Yours in Friendship,Professor Haun………………………………………………………………………………………………….Miss Jane Pennyford cried many a tear having read the Professors letter. She knew in her heart, it was wrong for Gerald to work along side that unscrupulous man. Worse yet, the Professor stating proudly, although buried in his word play, he told of what he had done to her son. His dire need for the so called, volunteers for his experiment, and the continuation of his attaining knowledge was worth the lives of these less enlightened people.When the Professor approached her at a horse and pony show, offering her to join him in increasing and renewing the Dartmoor pony breed, she knew he had some deep ulterior motives.The coming of Daniel as a Dartmoor stallion seemed every so righteous at the time. According to the printed records, this young college student signed a five-year wavier, offering his body to aid the advancement of science.In as much, she thought this young man to be more than brave, he giving up his human form for five long years. She marveled at how when Daniel arrived he acted as if his becoming a pony stallion was more his idea, than as the Professor said, being a clinical mistake.A few short weeks of testing, sperm gathering, and Daniel appeared healthy and strangely eager, delighting in the somewhat perverted plan for him to mate with actually brute born mares.Daniel, Marge, Lilly, and so many others came to her farm, each signing that legal wavier, granting unto the Professor their very lives and bodies for his use and or whimPondering in her memory the Professors assistant, and the report of his accidental injection, after he had openly argued about how Daniel actually transitioned according to plan. His verbal outcry was silenced shortly after, and then sent to her brothers Exmoor farm, Justin resided there as a gelded Andalusian Donkey.Justin discovered his tough life would comprise testing mares in heat as to their true desire for mating. In essence, poor Justin worked as a teaser, this being a male horse or donkey, allowed to get close enough to sniff and taunt a mare. Justin would as any male animal, became erect and aroused, but having lost his testicles to the company Vet, left him his duty to perform and then leaving him to deal with his lust for animal passion.One after another, the Professor had enlisted certain people into his ongoing experiment. He began with willing students, for them he offered money to continue their expensive education. Others, as those who would wish him to move more slowly, taking time to refine the Reformation serums and its process. Whether CEO, student, assistant, or anyone who stood in his way, all, and then their family members targeted, financially taunted, and once signed on the dotted line, they all reunited with their loved ones. As if to humor the Professor, mothers mated with thier own, and fathers mounted without any discrimination, driven on by animal lusts, their reuniting came only in the sexual ways.What the ultimate plan was for the Reformation serum was up to the Professor himself. He had made lurid suggestions of offering it openly to the public at large, using the internet as a marketing scheme.This bold statement wavered from his scientific ideals of advancing differing breeds of animals under highly controlled genetic interbreeding. His actions suggested of someone planning to make millions, offering to those with wild fantasy desires to find their dream, and become the animal of their choice.All of this, she held in her head and heart, knowing in blatant truth that her adopted son Gerald was then, and most likely, permanently to live as a Russian Ibex for the rest of his days.Daniel too, his girlfriends, and all of those sent into working as if they were born animals, as duped into signing away their lives and bodies. The plan to return them to being again human never materialized. Once they had entered into the lifestyle of becoming animals, breeding openly, standing naked, and living totally without the social morals of human society, all had to degrade to be little more than intelligent animals for farm use.Even from the Professors letter, he openly stated his desire to place Sybil as a breeding mare for Prince Daniel her son. His words were damning, as a nonconsensual Reformation serum so called volunteer, she would transition against her will, placed as a breeder for her son to mate, and knowing live a degraded lifestyle as a mare and animal.The suggestion of Miss Jane and Gerald becoming reunited; just a verbal ploy to tell her she would be as an Ibex ewe in time ……………………………………………………………………………………………………….PERSONAL CONFIDENTIALATTN: Miss Jane PennyfordDear Miss Jane,I am of great hope that you will keep this communication within the strictest of confidence. As Daniels mother, and due to my accidental injection with some of the Professors serum, I am hiding at the home of a friend.When the accidental injection occurred, my attacked had in her possession a few vials of an antidote for the Reformation serum. She told me the antidote was a simple blending of Vinegar and Apple juice, but in what concentration I do not know.In her short conversation before the drug removed her ability to speak, she made mention this antidote could return anyone, from being either partially or totally transitioned. Injecting the antidote does not take immediate effect, but with bi-daily injections into the male genitals, or for females, in the breasts, it takes nine months to re-transition one so infected by the Reformation serums.I shall contact you again soon, I have more but feel it is not good to put everything in one letter.Sincerely,Sybil ON TO PART IV

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4. JUST CANT WAIT:The short and personal letter from Sybil was an answer to a prayer. An antidote to the Reformation serums did exist, and made from things easy to attain on the open market. She knew the problem, this being to learn the correct blending of Vinegar and Apple juice, but this might come from the horses mouth, if she were careful.A quick memo to the Pennyford Stables head groom, denoting of Miss Jane wanting Prince Daniel to stop his daily mating schedule. Her order read, insisting for placing Prince Daniel in a solitary box stall, kept in solitude form any other pony for not less than a month.She then placed an order for white vinegar and apple concentrate. Her first order went through the Sunrise Research Foundation; expecting that the Professor would see it, and begin a communication about the possible usage.Meanwhile, Prince Daniel would be in his private stall. His continuous mating schedule has a degrading influence on the human lobes of his pony brain. When mating, Daniels mind thought as if a stallion stud in the realm of rut. Given a time alone, in the past it took but a few days or a week, but he had for more than a year mated on a daily basis; this would demand he be kept in solitude and horny for at least a month, if just to regain some human mental activity.Horny is a word, and a half word, as Daniel had moved past the point of likely return to being again a human. He had spent more than two full years in almost constant and daily, sometimes mating two or three mares per day. Due to this rigorous schedule, his mental patterns remained exceedingly typical of what a Dartmoor stallion had to consider. His daily regimen was quite simple, waking, eating, an exercise period, and then off to meet some lusty mare. His mating might be once or four times with her, expecting from this she would test prominently as pregnant.The first two days for Prince Daniel away from his daily desires was traumatic, as expected. He whinnied, screaming his larynx until him as a pony became a little hoarse.Whinnies turned to almost human cries, as if pleading because his testicles ached for breeding, and he was where he as a stallion could not find relief. His only out to this wretched predicament was to begin multiple renditions of masturbation, straining to relieve the built up volume of semen.This act had its limits, helping to some degree but it was the anxiety that Miss Jane counted upon. The nervous anxiety to mate and not getting any would drag from the rear lobes the young mans mind, his mentally returning, if only to plead and communicate his very basic need.Prancing, kicking, and the sorted sexual antics Prince Daniel had tried when he first arrived at Pennyford Farm, as all was part of his acting as a lusty young stud. He strained hard to stand and express his need. Long hours of standing stiffly, body stretched out, tail held high and unmoving, ears alert and forward, and of course, he was mightily erect.The noise got on everybodys nerves, anxiety was building, most of the stable staff kept their distance, leaving Daniel, Prince Daniel to his solitude.After three weeks Miss Jane came for her first visit, she standing outside the stall and from there spoke to Daniel. Twice a day she went to visit her prize stallion Dartmoor pony. Each visit had a round of probing questions, while all required answers, with either pawing a hoof, or one or two whinnies as yes and or no.Slowly she saw the pony mentality giving way to the human Ingrams still part of the smaller brain.It was her plan to have Daniel in an understanding and comprehensive mode before reading him his mothers letter, the one informing her of an antidote, and a possibility of his returning to be again somewhat, more human.Twenty-nine days and the stallion named Prince Daniel stood in his large box stall, screaming whinnies, stomping angrily in circles, tail held high as it whipped from right to left. The sexual anxiety had done the deed, for this Dartmoor pony stallion had his human thinking process back in control.When Miss Jane came for that morning visit, Daniel met her as an agitated young man standing on all fours and knowing his who, what, and where about his present self. Wild eyes of a pony showing the whites told of a mind filled with desire, but not the kind that tends toward mating. Daniel felt the desire to converse, asking questions as best he might, and wanting answers. His recent past, the space of two years he had spent continually in the mindset of mating. He had complete memory of what he did, how he liked to play and taunt a mare before mounting her and then giving of self. Daniel had an excellent ability to remember when human, and this carried over to his present day life and lifestyle.Miss Jane entered his stall, upsetting his feed bucket she took a precarious position, sitting on the overturned bucket, as she began to read Sybils letter.Mouthing her words in a slow manner, allowing a human and equine brain to listen, contemplate, and understand the meaning of words he had until then paid not a moments attention in two years.Anxiety turned to a sort of equine glee, hearing Miss Jane read something from his mother, delighted she was alive, and so thrilled at the possibility of an antidote for what he had endured, his response was purely equine and stallion, he became aroused and stiffly erect.Stepping close to face Miss Jane the pony ogled the womans face, a quick tongue slurped at her face, almost hitting the mark.Again, the lifestyle of the past two years entered his swirling mind. Daniel felt joy and delight hearing of things he had long since either forgot or let slip from his conscience thoughts. Answering Miss Janes news, Daniel the Dartmoor stallion stood aroused and erect, as he leaped upward, and stood with forelegs mounted onto the stalls half wall.In that instant of his quick move, Miss Jane found herself seated on a bucket and physically beneath her prize stallion with his major erection staring her in the face.Daniel danced from one hind hoof to the other, tickled at the possibilities, thrilled to here from his mother, and feeling some sort of passion to the one who delivered the great news.Just as suddenly, Daniel stopped his dancing moves. He became still, standing motionless although erect in more than stance. A pony head turned and with one eye peered down at the friend seated below and bearing her eyes at his monstrous male pony member.A soft bubbling whinny issued from his thick black lips.Miss Jane seemed to understand and spoke, posing the question:Does Daniel want to return to being what he was before, become a college student, now that the loving family is scattered and almost gone?Daniel jumped down and away from Miss Jane. He stood with his erection softening like an ice cream cone in hot weather. A soft snort suggested of his giving the question some valued time for thought. The memories of his previous two years were for the most, happy days indeedHe had found acceptance by the pony mares Marge, Lilly, and many others. The stable-hands too, showed him many considerations, considering that none of them knew he was anything other than a handsome pony and stallion.The memories of being a college student and the frantic life he led offered little reason to return to the rat race he had when still human.Here he needed no money, had not a concern about where his next meal would come from, as he learned to graze, as do herbivore animals. The thought of his times when mother insisted he eat greens and salads for better diet and his health, it made him snicker. In the near three years, he had existed as a pony the limited sensorium made it an easy change to learn grazing, and with the passing of time, he found it pleasurable.He was exceptionally healthy, strong and agile, felt satisfied in how he lived and where they had him stabled. The sexual sensations where in the extreme range of pleasures, as the mounting of mares made it a challenge, and each one he saw as a personal conquest.Miss Jane rather expected what happened next, Daniel stood looking her in the eyes, as he shook his head right to left, signifying his answer of NoShe recanted his answer, adding to it the words she thought he would use to explain his reasons. All were proper reactions to a life of ease, living as a prime stallion pony, primarily with one duty and that as a stud.To this response, she announced he was forthright in his desire to remain as her prize animal. Yet, she then mentioned the Professors plan to transition Daniels mother into a Dartmoor mare and permanently intern her on the farm as a brood mare for his sexual delight.Hearing this bit of news, Daniel exploded in a fit of rage and anger. Stomping his fore hoofs and kicking up the hind hoofs, he whirled about his box stall, tossing straw, splintering the stalls boards, and screaming his disgust.To his response, Miss Jane spoke her thoughts, wondering if Daniel found the Professors plan to be repulsive. She asked if it was his desire for Sybil to remain his human mother, and come to visit, or maybe was it his stallion side that wished to bring her under his dominance.Flying hind hoofs drove Miss Jane from the box stall.Again, the wild whites of a stallions eye told of his thoughts, those of hatred toward any that would imprison his dear mother as a brood mare.So then, Miss Jane told Daniel of her plan, one to learn the blending ratio of the professors antidote. She asked him for help, his part to remain on in his celibate state, keeping his distance from the mares for a time. The lack of pleasure would keep his human mentality growing stronger, while soon, within the space of a month he could expect his ability to form words with equine lips would return. In time, the Professor might visit and try to provoke Daniel into forfeiting his chance to return to being a young man.Miss Jane wanted Daniel prepared, ready to falsify and accept the idea of being again himself, but only to foil the Professors big plans.She bid him a good day and returned to her office, there to begin her next part of a widening plan. Having requested the two parts making the antidote, Miss Jane placed a call to Sunrise Farm and asked for the manager, a Mark Nedlinger.Now Mark was a rather cantankerous sort, but when on his own, he had a gullible side. If she asked him to get her the ratio for the antidote, on the idea she would blend it on her own for use on the farm, he might give it to her without checking with the management or the Professor.The possibility of him angering the Professor by giving the information might lead to his volunteer work for the foundation; the thought of this happening to him only made Miss Jane smile.++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++Plans Solidify:PERSONAL CONFIDENTIAL.URGENTATTN: MISS JANE PENNYFORDDear Miss Jane,After several failed attempted tries, the last trail blend seems to be doing the job.In the few weeks since my injection with the Reformation serum, my skin color transitioned, pony hair sprouted, and I could stand naked and feel myself conforming to becoming a mare. Ears and soft tissue began to look and feel like that of a pony. My lips and nostrils merged forming the beginning of a muzzle; as tongue also thickened making eating difficult.When I injected the antidote formula, its reaction was quick and violent.As I awoke after forty hours of comatose sleep, the bodily changes had begun to reverse. The only remnant of my short time of being pony like is the skin color and body hair.The sensual sensation of being human in dexterity and still having the skin and hairy coat of a pony makes me break into cold sweats. I find myself dreaming now of becoming a pony and mare. The friend I reside here with tells me of seeing me feeling myself when asleep. I have become some sort of a Narcissus freak as the feeling of my hairy body is but part of the continuing problems someone would discover when re-transitioning.As with my beginning transitions the vaginal area became involved, turning extremely more sensitive, alluring me to toy with myself. This all began when my friend came into my room awakening me while I was busy sleepwalking and impaling of my vagina on a bedpost, while moaning with a seductive groan.I can understand why and how Daniel felt, he so quickly accepting the Professors plan for him to become a Dartmoor stallion pony.Although, I have stopped the forward movement of the transition which would make me a mare, the Reformation serum hangs on, tending to urge subconscious pangs to return and inject the remaining serum.Our real news is of discovering a web page directed toward those of the enlightened populous of the Netherlands. My friend and I found this while scanning for any information on Sunrise Research farm.This web page is for those of the furry fantasies. They are the people who dress up in animal costume, doing role-plays and the like. Written in the Royal Dutch language, my friend read it to me, while we were astonished at the content.The Sunrise Research Farm offers in place of costume suits, a syringe filled with the diluted Reformation formula. According to the marketing boasts, once injected the formula works on soft tissue, transitioning the host genetic pattern, and beginning with the first injection and up to seven in total, it explains of how they will never need to rent a fur suit again.It has pictures, some of my Daniel when he first began to transition. He stood in a very indignant pose before the camera, showing his sheath and maleness, enlarged testicles, darkened skin and a coating of pony hair that included a working tail.Other photographs of those partially transitioned, some soon to become bulls, goats, lions, and nine different breeds of animals.It had pictures of two young women, one having the name of Lilly, as she was entering the final phase before her complete transition to a Dartmoor mare.As for a graduating higher price, the purchaser could buy more of the Reformation formula in syringes set in a plastic bubble, and offered on a card showing the perspective picture of the fantasy animal form.He has started his marketing of the formula, beginning with a country known for its acceptance morals differing from those in America.I noted the visitor counter totaling the number of web page viewers at 1,201,113 in the first month of the offering.Things are soon to change, and with this offering, many of those unsuspecting people will be entering the realm of our volunteers. Many as even my self will feel the alluring pangs for living a sensual life in the raw form of some animal body.I wonder if we were too late.Sincerely,Sybil…………………………………………………………………………………………………..DECENTION IN THE RANKS:The news from Sybil of her discovering the correct blend to make antidote for the Reformation serum, made Miss Janes contact to Mark near useless. Then, and after having a long and drawn out conversation with Prince Daniel, she made plans to cancel the next full month mating schedule. In her thoughts, all those so called as volunteers should have the offering of the antidote.Miss Jane wrote a memo, insisting the special breeder mares and two other stallions stabled indefinitely. The memo made a wave of concern flood through her staff, as all supposed the Pennyford Farm might soon close the doors.In essence, Miss Jane had other ideas, and planned an extensive shakeup at her farm and to the hallowed halls of Sunrise Research.Two days after sending out her demands to the staff, she received an e-mail asking her to call Mark, he being the manager at Sunrise Research Farm set just outside the city limits of Appleton, Wisconsin.A woman in big business, Miss Jane recorded all her phone calls, placing them in print, stored in a safe place, and available if she needed something as proof. Her conversation with Mark was no exception.Mark, do you have the correct blending for the Reformation antidote? Miss Jane began the conversation as usual, bringing her biggest gun to bear on an opponent, especially when it was a man.A nervous Mark began to stutter and stammered, pausing often as if looking over his shoulder for what might come his way. Yes, the correct blending is as follows, 1 part apple juice to 5 parts white, distilled vinegar, boiled for five minutes to effect both liquids to mix. The boiling is necessary, less if not boiled the mixture works only partially, leaving soft tissue retaining the serums, and after a short time, the transition begins again, but at an exceedingly higher pace.The Professor made one of his input girls an offer; telling her, she would get a great deal of money for a weekend stand with a sales person. His offer was one of devious and dire plans to test the antidote on someone. Audrey, she was a cute girl, but he insisted she needed to take some injections on the possibility she might contact some disease. His concerned words made her trust him, as that was her first mistakeHe sedated her quickly and had me place her in one of our heat incubator units. These units were once a pressure chamber used by the air force, now made to do the Professors biddings. Injected and then sedated, I was the one deemed to place a naked Audrey into the pressure tube. I could see the first signs of transition beginning, I have seen this a hundred times, never once is it the same.Six hours under the pressure of three atmospheres and Audrey was near half the way to becoming a Lioness. Her head, skin, hands and feet had transitioned completely, but the rest of her body accepted some of the transition, leaving a pretty girl as something out a nightmare.When she awoke in her iron bar cage, Audrey was well aware of what had occurred. Snarling like some angered cat, she paced her cage keeping a keen eye on me.After some big to do, the antidote administered by the Professor, began for Audrey her transition back to human form, this taking three weeks of painful transitions.On a clipboard, the Professor placed a check for 036;30,000 dollars, hanging it on the cage and in clear sight of Audrey.As if a carrot for his donkey, the allurement of all that money kept Audrey pacified and a willing helper in the experiment. When the Professor thought she was almost back to her old self, he opened the cage and gave her the check.Audrey looked thrilled and quite relieved that she was not to be in some zoo. She smiled at the Professor, shaking his hand, and then turned to look at me, scowling as she slapped my face.The week that followed had Audrey taking a short vacation. Authorized by the Professor, he had her sent to his mountain lodge, there to have a week of therapy and massage. Yet Audrey was there only two days when the massage therapist called. She was frantic, wildly babbling about Audrey changing into some Lion woman, killing the chef, and loose on the lodge grounds.Ultimately, the security people captured Audrey; and became again a Lioness in physical form, while she shall knowingly spend her remaining years of life in the San Diego zoo.I am taking an enormous risk in talking to you about this and the antidote. The Professor is showing signs of paranoia, his Reformation serums have passed the drug testing in ninety countries, authorizing its use in prisons, and in limited use if directed by a Psychiatrist.Our staff has dwindled to near half strength as the Professor audited the personnel profiles, reappraising some as security risks and deeming his security people to incarcerate them, and place each for injection of some serum.My good friend Chuck was one of the first, they took him and his wife, making them sign a legal wavier and then striped them naked and set before the Professor. I was there, made to witness the execution of two people the Professor said were corporate spies.Chuck and Cindy protested, and silenced with a jolt from a security mans cattle prod.The security man laughed, chiding the two, telling them to obey or get used to the feel of that prod. At that, the Professor broke into his devious laugh, injecting both Chuck and his wife, leaving them to the transition of body and feeling for the other.My friend and his wife are but assets and property of a neighboring farm. Chuck is now a Beefalo bull, and his wife, although neither knows the other, as anything than one of its breed, she is an Angus cow.I suggest caution, less even you find yourself as one of the security risksMiss Jane listened and recorded his words. She knew the Professor was showing signs of thinking himself as something of grandeur and close to being God.Customer Complaint:Those working as staff at the Pennyford farm knew little of the background where the stock originated. Miss Jane knew of course, but other than her stable manager, the rest were quite ignorant of the Professor and his dangerous serums.The notice posted to stable certain mares and stallions seemed odd to most there, but to one young man it became a personal terror.Jon Allen, a young man who worked at the farm tending the pastures and that acreage which was farmed the normal sense of the word. His job meant he needed to keep himself in excellent shape, when he was not doing work the young man would do exercise and lift weights. Therefore, he was in a fine form when one day he came knocking at Miss Janes office door.Head bowed, he entered her office and standing before her desk, a letter of sorts in his hand.His dark tanned face showing both worry and a look of anxiety, his hand holding the letter quivered, making the paper rattle as he stammered to begin talking to Miss Jane.Jon had a complaint like many of his friends he too had seen the Internet web page offering fantasy thrills, to those willing to pay the price. Although he was not one of those furry freaks, his delight was in appearing stronger, and more endowed.He gave the letter he received after lodging a complaint with Sunrise Research. The response was one of no guarantee of customer satisfaction, while informing him of additional products available to enhance the abnormalities he thought and complained as were undesired.Miss Jane being a kindhearted person asked him what he had ordered and expected; knowing the ramifications of what Sunrise Research might offer.Jon took a deep breath, as he began to explain how he took the four pills each day as prescribed by the information sent to him. He continued his daily regimen and workouts, only to see his nostrils expand and skin tone darken. The result in his eyes was a face resembling that of a Gorilla, something far from what he wanted.His shoulders and neck muscles enlarged, something he originally wanted, but with his distorted face, leaving him with a forbearing and sinister appearance. He found his coworkers feeling some apprehension being even near him. The usual scuttlebutt embroiled him which lurid suggestions and unkind words. He said how he liked working a Pennyford Farm, but if he could not stop these changes, he would need to find work elsewhere.Miss Jane knew his likely problem, and if he continued the pills, the good chance he would never leave the farm until the day he died.Getting up from her swivel chair, Miss Jane stepped around her desk and took Jons hand in hers. She offered a consoling and thoughtful attitude, telling him to stay on at the farm, as she would contact Sunrise Research for something to reverse his abnormalities.In fact, she had the Reformation antidote in mind for Jon, but needed time to prepare the injections, as well a place for him to stay while the process reversed.Jon felt she was working for his best interest and said how he appreciated her trying to help. He took another deep breath, and then began rapidly to expound upon his other problem.Miss Jane took a step or two backing away from Jon, his mannerism suddenly changing, as his voice deepened and the scent of him became quite poignant.At first, he spoke correctly his words in proper order and making real sense. As he tried to explain his other abnormality, his nostrils flared, and eyes reddened. Shortly, his words became slurred, he tried anxiously to correct them but the more he tried, the worse it became. He began to huff in and out his breathing, as chest expanded so drastically his shirt buttons popped off like bullets.Jons breathing was doing more than making him appear excited, his nervous twitching went into his legs and he began to do a dance. The way he did his dance had Miss Jane thinking he needed to use the bathroom, so she pointed to her private bath, as if suggesting he should go in there and do his thing.Jon saw her gesture for him to enter the bathroom, but instead of doing as suggested he began to snort and actually snarl at Miss Jane.Miss Jane had received quite a few of the Professors so called volunteers. Yet when they arrived, their transitions had finalized leaving them as docile and contented animals.She had never gone to Sunrise Research Farm to be a witness to the physical transitions the volunteers had to bare. Her thinking she had the realization knowing the process had to have some pain and other drawbacks. It was certain to her the changing of species and bodily form was not all stardust and silver bells.It was also quite apparent that Jon was in the first stages of some transition and the way he was huffing and snorting his bestial side was becoming predominant.Stepping back from Jon, trying to give a safe distance between her and this young man in the clenches of his transition of species, she remembered something the Professor recanted.In his jovial tone, the Professor had mentioned how some who enter the transition phase where the body begins to conform to the serums, he lets them experience the secondary sexual phases, as trying to mate helped the transitioning, and this in turn excited the volunteer to lust and desire to mate.Jons breathing pattern had him looking beyond the word excited. His shirt buttons had by then, all popped off the shirt. His expanding chest pulled the shirt out of his trousers, dangling loose allowing Miss Jane a better view of Jon and his other unwanted problem.Excited and becoming aroused in a purely bestial way, Jon had the first beginning of an erection showing. His maleness has made its complete transition, the sight of this announced clearly to Miss Jane as to Jon and his new species. He was becoming a definite bovine, this was easy to see after the shirt stood open and a very bovine and bullish sheath hung free to wiggle, flop, and move. Dear Sybil and to those of her family that might read this, my letter.Ever since that fated day when Daniel became accidentally infected of the Reformation serum, his physical adjustment proved to be the beginning of our bringing new breeds into being. His personal sacrifice has inspired now over a hundred young volunteers to join the throngs of those in our equine program.The past many months of update letter we received from Miss Jane Pennyford and her Dartmoor society in Devon, U.K. added to our enthusiasm to continue the program, advancing to new horizons.Yet on a sad note it is my duty to inform you of Prince Daniel and his change in mental prowess. As duly notated to me by the stable manager, Prince Daniel has ceased to respond favorably to verbal questioning.His continued silence and the manner to how he has degraded his own personal hygiene, leaves me to believe he has succumbed to the daily onslaught of equine instincts.He, Daniel being the first and therefore the one residing longer as one of our totally enhanced volunteers, has, from breeding sessions and various other non-human factors of daily existence, made certain variations to his personality. As he has spent the greatest amount of time being of body a Dartmoor pony, stallion, and working as a breeder, the sensualness of such a lifestyle can take a toll.Along with his degraded attitude toward self, it was noted how he has become more brutal during breeding sessions. His acts of biting of mares, rutting them roughly, kicking, and fighting with those who were as then yet unwilling to give their all to the experiment.Therefore, from the observations and documents I have received, comes a final prognosis. This maintains that Daniel is, and will permanently remain transitioned, living on as a Dartmoor pony stallion for the rest of his natural life.The medial testing thus far suggests his lifespan to be equal unto what a healthy human might expect. As a normal pony lives for 30 to 40 years at the most, Daniel should live to the age of seventy or more years; likely to have the same physical degrading as would any equine attesting such age.As he entered service as a Dartmoor just a little more than a year ago, I suggest he will continue and enjoy his coming fifty plus years.Feeling for your personal problems since this accidental and unfortunate turn of events concerning Daniel joining in the experiment, I continue to be concerned for your entire family. Personally and professionally, I plan to make all possible strides to give those of the immediate family my utmost attention to their wellbeing. As information comes to me of others that have become in some part concerned over Daniel, his father, and the safety of your family from public opinion and discord; I am making each a special offer of gaining their antimony, privacy, and enjoyment from living their lives in service to the greater good of all.Most Sincerely,Professor Haun…………………………………………………………………………………………………..Dear Sybil,During the recent months many things have occurred, some of which are for the better, as other things bring me a feeling of concern.I believe the Professor sent you a letter informing of Daniel and his mental attitude, as to how he keeps his personal hygiene. Although I have kept in contact with him on a biweekly basis, taunting him with questions with the hope such would help him keep his memory of you alive.The reason he is the way he is, being and standing as a prime stud breeder animal causes the memories to fade. His general demeanor is fading, losing touch with what he was born, and worse, giving in to what he is now.His gallant and kindly manner when covering has changed to that equal to any brute male animal seeking to find some relief from their lagging sensation and urges to procreate. Now he acts as would any stallion, and when his servicing is completed, he saunters away acting as if as mindless, disconcerted, and having not a care.Since this change in mental prowess I have given orders for Daniel to be housed separate of the pastured ponies. It is with his separation for the herd aspect that might shock him back to remember, and be his nice ole self once more.I have learned via the grape vine here of the Sunrise Research foundation and a new element of diverse immoral impropriety has purchased a large farm in Scotland for breeding cattle. The ramifications of this would not normally warrant much concern, but my contact made mention of a bull Angus by the name of Chuck, along with an Angus cow bearing the name of Cindy were the first two shipped to that new farm.As from other supporting information and sources favorable to your and my concern about the sanity of the Professor, I believe your missing relatives, are now these two cattle.The farm I was told of is more than thousand kilometers square, offering also its generally rural location, it would offer the Professor a camping for his continued new experiments. It is with this in mind that I write; suggesting that from his own devious writings tells of his hatred for you and your family.The Professor is known to carry a grudge for some people, and now with his perfectly working serums, he can strike his vengeance upon those he feels were against him in some various ways.Chuck and Cindy might be his first of many more as he does as his heritage did in decades past. He like his predecessors become incensed with rage over something and then began as what in Europe is called, a family vendetta. Such vendettas are as the blight upon our civilization, foolish and stupid; it erases both young and the elderly, making no sense for anything good, but is done only to the evil delight of those that would begin the carnage.That chink professor was educated in Italy, and maybe from there picked up on this idea of vendettas, and hatred of those that would dare to disagree with his great plans.You and your family are not the only ones needing to be on the lookout for his treachery. My Gerald was sucked into his feelings of a vendetta toward me; making my son as the same fodder for his goals as are those of your family.As I might have mentioned I enjoy my hobbies, one of which was doing cross stitch with a Lady friend. During the busy times of these past three months I have needed to pay particular attention to Daniel and some of the others here, as they like him are showing signs of mental degrading.Although that crises is far from past and behind me, I was informed at church this past Sunday of my friend being missing from her house. They at church told how the local police were searching, but it seemed she fell to foul play. The authorities suggest she was maybe murdered, and thusly her body whereabouts might never be discovered.Then I was approached by a young lad we have working here to keep the stables clean. He is a brash and foolhardy young fellow, having attended some local carnival and seeing the sideshow thought to tell me of something he thought was sad and strange.I believe this young fellow saw my friend in her new form, which is the prime cause for her disappearance and a drastic change in lifestyle.Our damned Professor is going out of his way to be challenging toward me, taking his vendetta to the limits of encompassing even my friends.Alicia, my friend, lives now in horrible filth and terrible conditions. The sad creature the young lad talked of was a blend of elderly looking woman and the beastly physical attributes of a horse. The worst was that she by his accounting acted as if pregnant, and the man in the sideshow volunteered to milk her teats in front of the crowd.He reported the strange creature resembled a human female, having long draping hair hanging down from her head, but with skin tone, and a light coating of facial hair, she having broad nostrils and lips similar a horse.The sideshow had her trussed standing upright, as to display her underside, teats, and when turned properly, allowing a direct view of her staggered legs and rump.A covering of her entire body with skin and the winter coat of thick hair made the creature look scruffy. It having just the stub beginning of a mane, and seemingly a docked tail like those you see on draft animals. As what were maybe human arms were hairy, but the hands replaced with each a horse hoof of draft animal size.He told in detail how the thing had the torso and rump of a horse, standing on normal equine hind legs but no hoofs, instead standing on enlarged looking human toes with talon claws replacing the toenails.When it was being milked the creature whined and strained as if wishing to speak out and or plead. If this truly is the horrible end for my good friend Alicia, it would seem likely she would be pleading for her own death.If it is her, I am assured the Professor will forward me some concerned letter posing his thoughts in some devious manner of semantics, and being diverse in suggesting she is this bestial prodigy.As from the news of this cattle farm in Scotland I am privy of more information about the Sunrise Research Foundation purchasing farms in Norway, France, Brazil, Paraguay, Honduras, and Arizona, so do be on the alert for his continuing vendetta.With Sincere Concern,Miss Jane Pennyford ON TO PART V

   Comment by K.Rooste — 16, 2006 @ 3:09 pm

5. Wow, great story Boy, it is intense, though I feel particularly badly for Sybil, but I’m also sad for Miss Jane, and for Daniel. I hope this story has a happy ending? It started out very happy and then turned dark. Here’s hoping for a light at the end of the tunnel In any case, excellent work, and very intriguing. -Jackdoe

   Comment by jackdoe — 19, 2006 @ 8:25 am

6. I can’t believe it Do you spend every minute of your sparetime writing transformation stories? You are great I love your transformation stories. Would love to be transformed myself. I would like to switch position with one of my horses. Is’s a mare Greetings HB

   Comment by sr2003a — 28, 2006 @ 2:20 am

7. Your story is so real, it sounds like something i would like to try. Please continue

   Comment by doggirljulie — 30, 2006 @ 3:37 am

8. very well written and very intriguing, well done

   Comment by Iron Basilisk — 4, 2006 @ 10:27 am

9. (All names of those used in this story are a fantasy, noen of these people were really transformed, and sorry to say the process mentioned here in is knowingly not available on the open market)Pennyford FarmsTo: Miss Jane PennyfordRE: Marjorie AndrewsDear Miss Pennyford,I am a private investigator hired by the Andrews family, their daughter Marjorie was feared kidnapped while residing a S.W.M.U.Her disappearance and no ransom note suggested Marjorie might still be alive, and maybe working as part of a long term drug reaction study for the Sunrise Research Foundation. The corporate records kept in Lansing, Michigan USA, shows this foundation has moved out of state.Upon a through investigation the information suggests she is indeed an essential part of a drug study, and working for you at Pennyford Farms.Since her disappearance nearly three years ago, the University was plagued by a large number of other students leaving and seemingly vanishing off the face of the earth. My investigation has concluded that of the thirty one students that up and vanished, nineteen names are directly connected to your farm. Due to these undeniable facts I would enjoy hearing from you, explaining and/or informing me of the whereabouts of these people listed below.Marjorie Andrews Samuel Conor Daniel Simmons ..Beth Lynn SillsJane Farr .Timothy MathewsJames Farr .Carl BossTye Bartholomew ..John BossLindy (Lilly) Tyler ..Kenneth BossAnna Pent .Morris JonesJoseph Louis Mrs. Tina JessupThen of these there are three part time students with no families, orphans, placed at the university by Michigan Social Services. Their names being, Patricia Emmons, Corinth Peters, and Antonio Pirellis, as these being wards of the state, their disappearance is questioned by the authorities, having wants and warrants posted with sizeable rewards posted.Please do write me, and so doing I will keep the information confidential, alerting the state through other than direct means. However the Andrews family is quite succinct, requiring information on, and photos of their daughter.Sincerely,Fox MulderMulder InvestigationF.B.I. Retired This post has been edited by K.Rooste on Aug 7 2006, 03:30 PM

   Comment by K.Rooste — 6, 2006 @ 3:29 pm

10. Reading the letter and legal notice of so many who were reported as missing and or disappeared, Miss Jane began to rifle her own files looking for as many of the names as she might find.Hours later she sat staring at a long list, all nineteen were each an exceptional working part of her farm and the on going research into refining the Dartmoor breed of pony.Marge, she being once as Marjorie Andrews had entered the research experiment early on, having met Daniel Simmons, he since known to the public as Prince Daniel. Marge and Daniel found more than a personal satisfaction from becoming prime parts of a long term experiment; they were married, in only in a hooky ceremonial manner, a stallion pony and his choice mare. During the past three years she was with foal two, Daniel excelling as expected, he becoming a prime stallion at stud and fostered almost two hundred foals into being.Daniels mother Sybil knew of the research program, of the Professor, and of Sunrise Research Foundation. Her own husband having a nervous breakdown, and when institutionalized, they there gave him into the custody of an E.L. Haun, Professor of Bio-gene-therapy.She sat down and began typing out a letter on her computer, stopping after seeing the compiled inventory of what she had originally agreed and later became a part to the disappearance of nineteen people.Marjorie Andrews became Marge, a brood mare of the Dartmoor Daniel Simmons became Prince Daniel, stallion Dartmoor (Stud)Jane Farr became Janie, a brood mare Dartmoor pony James Farr became Jamie, a brood mare Dartmoor ponyTye Bartholomew became Bartholomew, a Dartmoor stallion (Sold)Lindy (Lilly) Tyler became Lilly, a brood mare Dartmoor ponyAnna Pent became Petals, a brood mare Dartmoor pony Joseph Louis became Louie, a teaser stallion, Russian Bashkir Samuel Conor became Connie, a brood mare Dartmoor ponyBeth Lynn Sills became Silly, a brood mare, Exmoor pony (Sold)The TripletsCarl Boss became Carlos a riding mount, gelded Peruvian Paso John Boss became Bossy, pet, Charolais Experiment now a cowKenneth Boss un-named, Przewalski Experiment, stallion, (Zooed)Timothy Mathews became Mattie, a brood mare Dartmoor pony Morris Jones became Morris, a stallion, Exmoor Experiment (Sold)Mrs. Tina Jessup became Jess, a stallion, Fjord Experiment (Dead)Patricia Emmons became Patty, a brood mare, Dartmoor ponyCorinth Peters became Cory, a brood mare, Dartmoor ponyAntonio Pirellis became Tony, gelded, Suffolk Punch, Draft, (Dead)Of all her volunteers ten became as mares, some changing their original gender, and unknown maybe to those how had their gender changed, were then permanently ponies for the rest of their lives.Those that chose long term research volunteer grants found themselves as almost permanent ponies, they residing as what they became for a twenty year posting.The Professor had his humor with some, not only changing men into mares, but Misses Jessup was put into the first of the Fjord experiments. She upon discovering her change of species and then gender, becoming as a Fjord breed of draft pony, then as a stallion, she died from frustration during a breeding session.The three some, triplets all at the university, each had according to the professor a lusty desire for being zoophiles, he gave them what they loved and wanted most. Carlos found enjoyment becoming Miss Janes favorite riding mount. She rode him every morning at dawn for an hour, returning him to the stales, and placed him into the leased stud program. Brother Kenneth did not have his name changed, but having shown a lusty desire for being wild and brutal, the Professor tried his first experiment of the Przewalski horse. It was a major break through while Ken accepted his posting as a stallion placed in a zoo. Since he was assigned the population of Przewalski horses has increased, offering many foals to other animal housing organizations.John had a fetish for cows, suggesting the Professor tried his first bovine experiment, successfully transitioning the young man in species and gender. He became happily a Charolais breed of beef cattle and a cow. He is kept more as a pet around the Pennyford farm, remaining for his first full year as a virgin. Then feeling her second onslaught of estrus, bossy jumped the fence, finding a bull needing a cow, and mated, this assuredly damning her to remain as a cow, permanently. Tony became first a stallion Suffolk Punch draft horse, but was too enthusiastic with his mares, rupturing two and causing their deaths. He was deemed by the local animal health board as rank, ordered to be gelded, the realization caused him to sorrow and die.Bartholomew was a Dartmoor stallion I received propositioned by another farm from northern parts of Ireland, as they paid a huge sum, wanting a young stallion for breeding purposes.Morris became an excellent and very willing stallion of the Exmoor breed. My cousin owns a nearby farm, he purchased my only Exmoor stud, planning extensive breeding, and trying to enhance his own Exmoor stock.Beth renamed as Silly, a very happy young female Exmoor mare, arrived and I sold her to the cousin the same day. She was as excited as a mare in spring when she learned of Morris being her prime stud, he and she had dated at the university; all this according to records supplied by the Professor.Joe, renamed as Louis, mentioned his Russian heritage and the Professor having a humoristic moment tried the Russian Bashkir formula. A Chestnut Bay colored fourteen hand high pony as was bred in the Urals Bashkiria, he excels as a saddle pony, but is quite brutal when trying to mate. It is with the hope of his ultimate return to his former life that he is used as a teaser stallion, and helps us know how a mare will react to the tempting ways of a stallion.These were Miss Janes notations on most of those mentioned upon the investigators long list. She thought to confess and write him with what information she had on those who from greed for money, became to lose their link with humanity.Yet doing such would soon have her and many on that farm incarcerated, jailed, and after a length and embarrassing trial, likely all would spend many years in prison. The embarrassment to her family was bad enough, but knowing the religious ethics of her country, it was quite likely all of those so changed would be killed.She sat crying in her private office, gazing occasionally to her one wall safe, there in was held a vial sent by the Professor for just such a situation. His offering of permanent autonomy was for her to swallow the contents of the vial, fly to the USA, and there travel to a farm near Newberry, Indiana. A slow action serum, Miss Jane would find her retirement as a Haflinger pony mare, becoming a brood breeder animal for the rest of her natural life.The thought of such a prospect made her shudder, losing all she owned, and given then to living as a common animal, in a strange place, it was to her a very last resort

    Comment by K.Rooste — 7, 2006 @ 7:28 pm

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