"A Thing For Greed" written by K.Rooste
“Wish to Make Some Extra Cash?”
Dear Mom & Dad,
It has been a real drag here at SW.M.U. The people are all in clicks and the professors are even worse. I had great plans of doing as Dad wanted and become a teacher, but the English Lit Prof. He’s the world’s biggest ego trip jerk dashed my hopes! He wants those not in frat houses to brown nose him at every turn.
Although my grades are still acceptable, I thought of looking around at some part time jobs. The pay scale was lousy and hour even worse until by chance I saw a note at the student union.
A Professor Haun was hiring paid volunteers for his Gene experiments. The whole thing sounded like something from an old "B" movie but I called and applied.
Upon my first interview, the Professor and his assistant asked me dozens of questions about family background. I soon could tell where the conversations were going. The two of them were worried of complications and wanted understudies' who had either no next of kin or foreign students.
I told them a long story about me growing up as an orphan. It was a great sounding story, almost made me begin to cry. After the interview, they offered me a contract and my first check of one thousand dollars, really!
It was a Thursday afternoon when I went to their Lab for my physical. I do not have classes on Fridays, Saturdays, or Sundays, so their testing could be more intense and allow me time to rest after each episode.
It was odd how things worked out as one of the questions asked made me think back when we still had Grandpa's farm. Remember the animals, horses, ponies, cows, and the bull!
Professor Haun gave me an offer I, at the time could not refuse. A long-term test where I could continue with my studies, the other professors at the college would send to me at the Lab. No class workings and better yet I increased by wage to three thousand per month.
The special test to which I was assigned they call it the Homo-Equinus-Dartmoor. I talked with the professor and he said that the Dartmoor Society sent the Gene therapy from England. The basic idea was to splice young human male cells and those of some equine. The resulting from that splicing culture produces a chemical mixture similar to a virus; this then becomes a blend into the Professor's Reformation D.N.A. serum and injected into pregnant mares for the final distillation. A final serum would be generated which when injected would give an animal embryo the genes for more mental ability.
I was proud to be a part in this experiment and all was going very well until last week. James Hullen, the assistant was doing two injections of my Antibiotic drug. It was as he did my injections, the professor noted the assistant had used the wrong ampoules. I received instead two loaded syringes with the H.E.D. Reformation serum.
A suddenly drug induced shock occurred, putting me into a coma like state. I came out of the coma like sleep after five weeks. The Professor had me moved to a swing room where Nurses, pretty ones, kept watch over me until all signs became stable.
The Professor came in several times each day to check my vitals and for then an odd, way he measured my toes, feet, and shins. I lie around for several days after that and felt fine.
It was on the Tuesday of the second week since I revived that my skin looked very tan. Each day after that my skin color darkened one shade or more until by the end of that week even the texture was changing.
I asked the Professor some questions, but he ignored me, and he would change the subject. I knew then that the injection was making some changes and the Prof. either did not know what to expect or was looking forward to whatever might happen.
The Lab assistants moved me from the swing room to a room without windows, and no visitors, except Prof. Haun and another man named Justin. My first day in that room noted no mirror on any wall. They removed the bathroom mirror as well this made me suspicious. My skin color continued to change darker until after another week it was a deep black and felt thicker. I had no shaver but my whiskers, which Dad says is peach fuzz, are coming in at a very fast rate. Some of the hairs grew out three inches. The long ones felt like almost feeler hairs like Grandpa's horse Buster had, remember?
It was a bad morning when I woke up, my eyes covered in gauze and also my hands and arms. I was strapped to the bed, a cathode jammed up my pecker, and another sort of suck pipe up my butt.
Justin told me it was due to a drug interaction and that for a day or two, I needed to lay quiet. I was stuck, could not move, cannot walk around or even feel my face.
It was that Sunday when the staff was off for the day; Professor Haun and Justin decided to release my bonds. The result of their visit is why I am writing you this note of explanation.
During those past days stuck in bed, I experienced such leg cramps that I know I screamed. My back ached and even my groin felt different. Hands and arms seemed strange and worse of all my sense of smell and hearing became so acute it hurt when the Prof and Justin would speak.
They told me to lie very still as the gauzed wrappings were removed, releasing the security straps, allowing me to get up, but slowly. Doing as told, I waited for a chance to sit up and or stand up.
"OK, sit up and remain calm!" said Professor Haun.
I opened my eyes to what had to be the most terror-filled moment of my entire life. Like when you about to die, my whole life's memories poured out in a flood of emotion.
My legs were what I saw first. My skin was still very dark, actually black! My toes are gone as they merged into a single solid toe. Hair, black in color grows out of my feet and they are very much longer than my size 13's. My shin and upper leg now look more like Grandpa's horse than when I walked in here some weeks back.
Please Mom, do not cry they told me this does not have to be permanent, in time I could come back. I was even more afraid when I saw a four-foot long hair tail hanging over the bedside. My changed rump is rather neat, offering me a strange sense of pleasure. The new tail able to swing, it brushes over what is tender and soft to the touch. I move the tail when walking or flicking it and find this brings me a tickling sensation.
My male part changed too, a leathery, thick, skinned sheath grew to cover and attach itself to my lower abdomen. Then held up inside me is my penis, it protrudes out the sheath when I have a need to urinate. The real sensual sensation comes as I might become erect, oddly this now happens often, and needs very little stimulation to make it happen. I am sorry to report that with this radical shift in my physical form, the circumcision that Doctor Michael’s did on me is now gone. The end of my penis is flat now, having a flange like gland wrung about the end. It does swell when I become erect, looking somewhat tulip shaped, but certainly not circumcised!
My testicles have also increased size, growing larger, become quite heavy, but snug tightly and held high up in my deepened groin.
Skin on my body is thicker and more toughened like the hide of a horse or pony. You cannot see much of it as covering me all over is a coat of dark saddle brown hair. In contrast, my mane and tail are a shiny black, glistening in the light of day, making me look dashing, or so I think.
My shoulders narrowed some, drawing my upper arms closer together, this and my new forelegs seems to make walking on all fours quite simple. My neck too increased and grew much more muscular. I find it allows me greater flexibility to turn my head and look about, or offering new ways to extend my head and scratch.
I am sorry to report as of this letter, my head is now making the transition. I find this somewhat disturbing, as I am really losing my facial identity, becoming plain and the same as all other ponies. My nose is the strangest of the entire change. It grew and merged with my mouth and upper lip. The nostrils are quite soft and flex with breathing in or out. The lips feel and work strangely, but conform to what I will need for eating food, pony style.
My vision distracts me from thinking, I am very nearsighted since this all began, the ability to see things in color are also, sadly different. Oddly, I can see things more in two side views, limiting what I can see directly in front of my face or mouth.
Now I want to tell you some about Marge. She contracted for being a testing volunteer for five or more years, this granting her enough earnings to build her own new house. Since my arms rotated and became as my forelegs, my hands began to stiffen and since grew together forming hoofs.
I thought back and remembered some of dad’s age, old limericks. Then I changed the words to mimic what is happening to me:
“Daniel I regret to state,
had his D.N.A. changed by fate,
we miss him when its time to dine,
but he now grazes and eats just fine,
his body strong,
his maleness stout,
he stands upright showing those mare’s what a ponies’ life is all about.”
Sorry but we become often sidetracked! His Mom, I am Marge and since Daniel’s hands became his fore hoofs, he is not able to write. We were good friends at the college, dating twice and then bumped into the other here at the Lab. I have become better acquainted with Daniel, and since both of us are assigned to the same testing group. His present transition is far more along then what I contracted, and willingly agreed to accept; yet we still can remain friends and be together.
About three weeks back I brought him a book from the library, one on ventriloquism. The book’s author Edger Bergan was a famous actor who used two dummies; and was in the movies during the 1940’, and 50’s. Daniel read it during his long dull days of transitioning. He actually learned how to work his larynx, making very intelligible sounds. I write down the very words from his mouth on paper. The Professor is amazed at this stunning progress, being he had great concerns about Daniel’s brain size mutating to that of a common equine.
His continued rational thing, the ability to speak, helps him fight the natural onslaught of bestial instincts, and the chemical coded instinctive lifestyle of a real stallion pony.
Enclosed, the original contract signed by Daniel. The Professor gave me a check to include. It is Daniel’s salary wage. Obviously, he does not need or have the use for things like money, not since he has become a pony
He says you can keep this money! He assures that more royalties shall follow, after Daniel is resides in England, and registered in the Dartmoor Stud Book.
“Please Mom and Dad, as if because of this whole situation you would prefer I should not return to being your son; I ask that you allow my movement to England. I feel good, and would not mind living inside this pony stallion form. The Dartmoor Society at Devon England, has rights in the contract and can require me for use at, and as a stud, this seems authorized. I know it might be difficult but please allow me go to England, please!
Yours still in heart,
Daniel and Marge
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“Aggravation”
My Dearest Son,
Today I received the worst shock of my entire life reading your letter.
My one and only son taken now from me by the very college your father and I thought would give you true knowledge. Instead, you have placed yourself in harms way and would seemingly find this degradation to be something wonderful. Your primary thought was quite admirable, seeking a way of repaying us for the costs of college.
Your father in on a business trip to Japan, and scheduled to give me a call. I plan to tell him of your situation, maybe not all the sordid details, but generally that his son is never again coming home. That is quite correct, as I called your Professor Haun and talked at length about him returning you to being my son again. His response was more than damning, he was very clinical, harsh and to the point. According from his own mouth, he said the accident was just that, a slip up in the testing and quality control.
His original suggestion of the possibility your chemical induced transformation might be reversed was a flat out lie. The Professor has a limited understanding concerning these new serums. You my son are the first test case, and told to be lucky you lived after the injection!
I would caution you on having high hope of returning to what you were for some time to come. The Professor suggests that the technology for that is still in the distant future.
So then I have a son of mine, soon you shall stand before men and God as if born an animal. According to your bold and so much delighted letter, you are now accepting, and willingly wishing our blessing, wanting to live your life as would a common beast.
Truly dearest, I think little of your friend Marge and her selling you down the river to these egotistical men of science.
Once your father returns I am sure he will feel as I that our son is dead to us. You becoming a proud Dartmoor pony stallion, in my eyes deemed as damnable. I am angered and heart broken from the loss. Your ultimate move to England separates me even further, sinking yourself deeper into the mindset as being a stallion used willingly for working as a stud. This is some idea so far from what your parents hope for you becoming, I cannot begin to say.
Disgruntled and saddened
Mother
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Dearest Mom,
Marge writes, I read your letter of response to Daniel, he asking me to do it at least four times. His reaction was what one might expect from a son so longing to love his mother and father. He has always worshiped you both, talking of how his parents were the epedemy in his mind of two special and loving people.
His transformation was not by his choice, but as a terrible and random act. He and I both had similar plans to repay our loving parents with the extra money earned by becoming test volunteers to aid science. It is from knowing Daniel and seeing how once he knew what was to be his present fate, this great person held on to the hope of returning to live with his parents. Your damning letter changed him more than the serum.
Having lost his hope of becoming human again, his mental attitude has swung toward living the life and lifestyle, as would a pony stallion. He speaks and plans diligently with the Professor and a Miss Jane Pennyford. Their counsel and planning would place him as a prime Dartmoor stallion at stud in the pony register. They plan to fake his heritage, suggesting he was the product of two great animals, both though as if now dead.
In the next few weeks to come my good friend and companion is flying off to live in England. He has his own plans of conquest, delighting in his new sensuality. Daniel stands on all fours, his maleness erect and flared ready for the living life on the sensual side. He even went and asked me to come with him, having a lusty hope that I might accept the injections, and then become, as would a Dartmoor mare.
Since that interesting day, my own mother wrote me, replying to a letter telling of Daniel and my friendship. Her response was so perfectly similar to yours, that I felt free to chose for myself. Therefore seeing my family ties burned in effigy, scorned by someone I loved, my only hope of happiness is to join Daniel in England.
Since your letter Daniel having lost his parents love and family, he turned a new leaf. I watch him masturbate as do stallions, four and six time each day, as then building the penal muscles needed to mate like would a stallion. He prances eagerly working his new body, building stout muscle, showing a fantastic conformation worthy of a fine stallion.
Accepting and looking forward in anger spawned by your own lack of trying to be understanding, Daniel longs for his future as a great stallion. He and I talk daily, him speaking of new plans, and the special offerings from Miss Pennyford and the Dartmoor Society.
I watch him working hard to become as close to a real pony and stallion as one having a rational mind could ever want. He eats out of a steel bucket, lip grasping the grain cornels, devouring now hay, and having really mastered the equine art of grazing. It is with his mastery of grazing that pony body made the final transition, this according to the Professor. Daniel’s physical metabolism, and body temperature, have all made the adjustment, making him a true to form pony.
All testing is now complete, as Daniel has made the genetic swing to his new species. The Professor had Daniel stand in the white room where he often examines those in the testing for imperfections. He had someone with a camera take a picture of our Daniel. I have enclosed a copy for you and thought it proper since Daniel and I plan to be married.
In a mock sort of marriage ceremony today I married Daniel and he me. We shall become as stallion and mare but alert mentally and knowingly live together both as ponies. I expect our relationship to be more toward the animal way, being then both as of animal form. Our style of mating will be both bestial and often without the privacy enjoyed by humans when they desire intimacy.
I can expect that since we shall be ponies and actually animal in form, our married would be rather symbolistic, Daniel being a prime stud, and I but one mare of the thousands it is planned he shall inseminate.
We shall remain true friends, our relationship withstanding his constant intimacy with other mares as a simple fact of life, we being then as ponies. We both understand our place, Daniel my stud and being as a working stallion, Marge his good friend, always thrilled and happy when we can be together.
Yours Still in Love,
Prince Daniel and his Devoted Mare Marge
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Miss Jane Pennyford writes:
Dear Parents of Daniel,
Your last letter struck Daniel very hard. His parents meant a great deal to him! He has adjusted to his new form quite well and with this his thought patterns have become much more equine.
I too am now at the same stage of change that Dan was some two months ago. My future is here at Pennyford Farms with him at my side. We talk in our learned throaty voice, planning our futures, and adding our heritage to the long bloodlines of the Dartmoor breed.
Miss Jane helps us communicate, offering as our letter writing hand. Daniel is a good name but not one good for marketing his new ability. Miss Jane decided to list him in the stud registry under the name Prince Dandy Daniel. The name made him laugh and prance in circles, the usual manner which he shows his feelings of delight.
In the weeks following his change of name, and since then a photo grouping placed onto the Internet services has the reservations pouring in. His service register for the next two up and coming years is now full. Moreover, those pony owners have remarked about his manner of mounting and mating shows he cares for his mares. He does not kick or bite them like other stallions in the throngs of mating. Instead, he takes his time, mounts, positions himself with great care, and then begins the mating ritual.
Having shown his acceptance and a desire to accommodate both anxious owners and their feisty mares, Miss Jane has moved him to a private stable building. He and I share the building, moving from his stall to mine, and visa versa. The larger stalls are equipped with running water and automatic feeders.
Prince Dandy Daniel has from grazing and liking his surroundings gained considerable weight. Bulking out he is sleek and exceptionally muscular, standing or at a gallop, he brings many compliments from the prospects.
His human age has helped his equine form reach maturity at an earlier stage. This maturity has made our mating a real thrill, this coming from a mare’s point of view. Dan and I often get it on, and why not since we are married. He was always gentle and still is as he maneuvers himself into position. Daniel gives me a hug using his fore legs, taking too great care not to scratch me with one of his hooves.
I take a wide stance offering him my sturdy body to mount. He returns the favor being gentle and softly thrusts that extremely mature maleness of his until finding the right spot. It is then he makes one quick lunge, spearing me and then feeling my grip Daniel begins his real thrusting action.
The sensation of his moves makes that of what I had as a human and lost becoming a mare totally worth the price. He has now such a massive shaft, its thrust and force to which spews out the semen brings on my own orgasm in short order. He is more than a great thrill, and after getting it on once, he returns shortly thereafter fro two or three more romps.
I know you will not prefer to hear this, but after feeling sex as a mare while doing it with Daniel I have no regrets!
Miss Jane is planning to have Daniel try mounting three times daily. Once a week the Vet comes and with the aide of Lilly, they collect specimens of his semen. The semen will be for sale to other stables where they will use it to impregnate mares by artificial insemination; it does not even sound like that is a thrill.
He has made us all proud of his accomplishments. Accepting his stallion body and way of life gives me goose pimples. It is a real pleasure watching him, he prancing up to the mares, mounting them with such grace.
Oh, this might be some news worthy your applause. Justin, he was the Professor’s assistant who accidentally switched the medication and gave Daniel the H.E.P. serum. I heard Miss Jane talking on the phone while she stood inside of stable. It seems that in a heated discussion with Professor Haun, the good Professor injected Justin with some Welsh Cob serum.
As I understand about Justin, as according to the new schedule he is to arrive here sometime next month. Once he gets here, Justin will over a time mature, then gelded, and used as the inferior male. As what I mean by inferior, the male pony is gate locked into a small pen and introduce to a mare in heat. She will smell a male and show her tendency whether willing to mate or ready to fight. This test is for Daniel’s protection, less he sustain an injury from some aggressive mare.
Justin having become a hearty Welsh Cob type of male pony will become excited and long to mate. Sorry for him and his lack of ability, once erect and lusting he will have to learn the ways of a gelded male horse.
Until we have time again to write,
This the thoughts of Daniel and Marge,
Written by, Miss Jane Pennyford.
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To Marge and Daniel Dartmoors,
As Daniel’s true mother, I am writing just because I am his Mother. My husband does not know of this letter and would not approve if he did. Please keep me informed of my Daniel, his health, his friends, but do not mention his sexual behavior.
I do not know if you can understand how I feel betrayed with my only Son now prancing about in a pasture. The plans we had for him and our life together was so perfect until that stupid mistake which caused all this to happen.
Please convey a Mother's love to her Son when next you see Daniel. I hope for his sake, he has not lost his memory of me, as from living there being that pony.
Sincerely,
Daniel's Mother
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Miss Jane Pennyford keeps Daniel's Mother up to date on his progress:
Good Day,
Our mutual friend has been having quite the time of his life over here in England. He informs me of your decision to continue contact by writing letters. I have learned to listen carefully when either Daniel or now Marge use their incredible ability of Equinic mimicking a human voice. We spend a lot of time, him speaking slowly crawling out words, and me writing them to paper. This ventriloquism is something so special, allowing a window into the lives and lifestyle of animals, knowing feelings, wants, and in Daniel and Marge’s case, their thoughts.
Since Marge entered our family business, after asking of the Professor to transition her species. The serum used upon her was from the same lot number that made our Daniel such a handsome stallion. She stands and looks as if she was a close relative to Daniel’s bloodline. Her Seal brown color of hair enhances the black silky mane and tail, coupled with refined conformation (stance) makes for a truly fine Dartmoor mare. She has such a willing heart, having urgent desire to live and experience the life of a pony mare. Her passion for life and Daniel has now reached a peak, as of last Thursday, when our own in house Vet announced of her pregnancy.
Your last letter asked me not to relate of Daniel’s experiences, conquests, and the like. Although, he has reached high, setting new records, while making us a great deal of money. As his part in our profit margin he is to receive a royalty, with this in mind I have enclosed a check for 9,000 American dollars. Please do accept this money as per Daniel’s wish, and as he wants you to save and keep his royalties.
Also, and on the same note our accountant would also appreciate your cashing those other royalty checks previously sent.
Daniel is mentally quite alive and enjoys the company of my son Gerald. The two go out together, Gerald riding Daniel, Marge trotting along side. It is interesting how Daniel and Marge together have shown Gerald the proper manners of riding. They speak to him, he knowing of where they came from and how they both were. Together with Daniel, he rides him at the horse and pony shows, Fairs, and shows them before the judges. We both chuckle at the stunned faces of Judges and onlookers when Gerald gives either pony extreme detailed duties. They cock their heads and listen carefully, I suspect our language and dialect tends they do not always comprehend our meanings. Yet they do as then asked, and when finished return to Gerald’s side and bow on one knee to their audience. Acting, they seemed born to that vocation, making Gerald as much a star and our farm the benchmark for excellently bred Dartmoor ponies.
Daniel and Marge are quite endearing, as Gerald suffers from a rare form of Epilepsy. This disease causes muscular disability, making horseback riding for Gerald as something almost impossible. I am so grateful to Daniel and Marge, their coming here has become a true blessing on my family and our farm.
I have a desire to write also to Misses Justin Markus, his recently widowed wife. A strange sort of accident in town occurred, while he stood harnessed to our delivery cart, only to turn suddenly, sidestepping into the path of a large truck. He was killed instantly, a very strange occurrence indeed. His misfortunate injection, transitioning his species to that of a Welsh Cob type pony, and then from a mixing up of our records, he was gelded! It was after that he used his as the regular inferior stallion, testing mares for their excitability before hobbled and set before Daniel. It is a rather dishonoring job, his testicles removed, the poor pony stands passion struck, erect, and without any way of relief.
Till next month,
Miss Jane Pennyford
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My Dear Mrs. Markus,
I wish to express my deepest sorrow in the passing of your late Husband, Justin. We here at Pennyford Stables appreciated his work, considering he had some imposed limits on that vocation. He always stood his ground, as if stout and ready to offer of himself whatever task our stable manager put before him. Justin’s sacrifice of self was a benchmark to all his peers. I saw how he worked around with our stables, longing to give of himself, as his every thought was to give pleasure to others. That very pleasing manor he presented with people, and or horses, stands as an example to us all
We here at Pennyford Farms could not begin to offer enough praise, his coming here was a real blessing in disguise. He graced us with that pleasing manner, whether people or horses, he was an example to us all. Many of our special guests and some acquaintances will undoubtedly miss him, as he is a real hard one, to replace!
I have enclosed a check for $10,000. American dollars, this is the standard payment authorized by our Insurance underwriter. I am truly sorry the amount of coverage were not at a higher limit, as this coverage was just a Perk, offered to special ones on our staff.
A package containing some of his more personal items should be arriving any day. The normal items as his wallet, pictures of his wife and children, he kept near him as a constant reminder. I also included his favorite riding croup, he feeling from time to time, a real need for its use. Also enclosed is the personally I.D. inscribed bridle, bit, and reins he held so dear. His was an endowed life of service, to which he never really got in touch with but always kept a stiff upper, you know!
His special friends like Dan, Marge, Lilly, Annie, and many others, they all being witness daily to his personal wanting to please.
Servicing All in Need,
Miss Jane Pennyford
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A disgruntled widow replies to Miss Jane’s letter of subterfuge:
Dear Miss Pennyford,
I received your kindly Bull Shit letter today, and wish to give you my thoughts. Really, you expect a lot if I am to believe the web your letter wove!
Professor Haun was a little more direct when he came to me and suggested I see Justin at work. It was when my kids were in school I arrived at his Lab. He sat me down and explained how Justin messed up, an accident he said, injecting himself with a trail serum.
He let me into the Medical section of his Lab where strapped to a bed lay what was left of my marriage and husband. Justin, his chest bloated, skin changing in patches to deep black coloring. Screaming, terrorized of what was happening to his body; balling and crying when he saw me standing at his side. He tried to reach up a drastically changed hand, looking mostly as if a hoof, wishing to caress the face of his loving wife. Then the Professor with that wonderful bedside manner, informed us of the serum would effectively make my husband into a complete horse.
The Professor sent me money to support our lifestyle and the children's schooling. Justin, whom they allowed me to visit on the day before he and two others, special volunteers as ponies were off for England. As if by the Professor’s plan, my dear husband could not communicate other than whinny, snort, or get erect. Worse yet for Justin, was the directive I saw on the Professor’s clipboard, ordering of my pony husband to be gelded upon arrival in England. Little wonder according to your letter that all around saw his personal need, no doubt it was hanging rather stiff.
I have placed my children safely in the custody of Justin's parents, this since the Professor was kind enough to poke me with a similar serum. So, then in the next few months your stable will have another disgruntled horse, me!
With all my hate,
Mrs. Markus
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PENNYFORD STABLES NEWS LETTER:
December Issue
Our Stables has become a busy enterprise as the new stock arrives weekly from America. The endless work of our favorite Professor Haun has brought us highly refined specimens or the Dartmoor, Exmoor, and Shetland breeds.
Prince Dandy Daniel...................105 stud fees since September
Prince Andrew………...................72 stud fees since July
The Great Sebastian.......................68 stud fees since July
The list could go on and on, but this gives the scope of how much we are getting our share of the breeding market.
Please feel free to contact the management if you have any ideas for making more of our business. Prince D. Daniel is our mascot Dartmoor stallion at stud.
As from his photograph anyone can see his champion conformation, he taking great personal pride using his excellent heritage for breeding and carring on the Dartmoor line of excellent ponies.
His passionate and gentle demeanor manner has become as an example to other stallions, they too acting all as if gentlemen, while standing at stud.
The energy to which Prince D. Daniel mates has placed him well in the lead, as with mounting and mating, he is always a success generating pregnancies. His own reaction after a successful mating session come with a trumpeting whinny, pawing his forelegs in the air, while remaining then standing upright behind the mare, displaying that exceedingly long erection for a few minutes.
He shows and seemingly takes great pride in mating a mare well. His stately pose after each mounting and that look of being plainly satisfied, has become his trademark.
Now to a sad thought, as the accident that occurred in town last month did kill our teaser gelding, Justin. Since then we used several older stallions as teasers, these proving to be a problem. Luckily, our American laboratory has found us an excellent teaser animal. He is a large Andalusian Donkey standing twelve hands high and having an exceptionally kind demeanor, even considering he is a gelding.
Now, it has come repeatedly to the management's attention a number of rumors circulating about our Prince Daniel and his stallion friend Prince Andrew. The foolish suggestion that he was anything other than a stallion pony is absurd! This silly assumption arises from the animal's male organ looking quite like it was circumcised.
According to our Veterinary, the male pony organ can from time to time appear as if circumcised when fully erect and ready for mating. As some might know from experience when mating bulls, goats, and dogs, their male members can appear rather pointed. Continued rumors can only damage the excellent reputation of this established stable. If those perpetrating this hoax are ever found I can promise them many years of imprisonment, and personal disgrace.
A happy note:
Our Gerald Pennyford is next month leaving to work with the Professor Haun at his Lab in the state of Wisconsin, U.S.A. He will be working with our famous Professor Haun, while at the Sunrise Research Farm near Appleton, Wisconsin.
Miss Jane is as you might expect, concerned for his continued good health and safety, as we here ask that those interested might write him often.
The Professor and his staff has attained considerable working knowledge of Gerald's blood disorder. During his study at the veterinary schooling, there are plans for his medical testing by our research laboratory. If the Professor’s promise to Miss Pennyford culminates properly, he states a vibrant and strong Gerald should return home next Christmas.
Pennyford Stable News.
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Sybil, Daniel’s real mother writes to Miss Pennyford:
Dear Miss Pennyford
Since our Daniel stopped being him self and live now in England, we as his parents have lost our Son. His self and lifestyle are so foreign to our way of thinking it has caused some changes in our lives as well.
My Husband became very disturbed about Daniel's choice of lifestyle. His attitude toward me became ugly, as we quarrel often, and have come to blows. Our marriage has since fallen apart and he lives away from our home.
Your letters have filled me with longing to see him and talk with him, but due to the breakup of our marriage, I simply do not have the funds to travel.
Daniel was my only boy, and so my want is to be as close to him as possible without living in a barn. A visit to Professor Haun brought his suggestion I too could receive an injection, becoming then as a mare to live near to my son.
I am embarrassed to speak of it, but his offer excites me while also making me very nervous. I love Daniel, my boy or as a pony, he is still part of me. I think about the transition as explained by the Professor. He can be rather brash and suggestive telling me openly of my lifestyle as a pony mare. His erotic humor mixed with sexual connotations worries me greatly.
The Professor is cute in his wording of a life in your pony stable. My asking him about being a factor with me going through such a massive transition. Wondering, since I am mature and past the proper years of bearing children, being well beyond forty. He says will not matter as the serum adjusts uterus to become equine and as being a mare I could bear young for many years to come.
What worries me most is that I longingly desire to be near my Daniel, yet then too; my son might forget and wanting, wish to mate with me. This form of [CENSOR] would wear against my religious up bringing. I know that it means nothing to an animal, but in mind, I would not be a total animal. This is a very real concern to me, and would not wish to mate or become bred by my own son.
However to be quite truthful after rereading Marge’s many letters I have a fantasy desire to feel what she described, the sensations of a stallion mounting, thrusting, and mating. As if feeling infected by some erotic passion to become as is my son, standing on all four, naked to the world, and living day to day as do the beasts of the fields. I want it, but worry if I can trust the Professor. While I was talking with the Professor and noticed a large wall chart listing a long list of animal breeds, names of serums, and sparsely shown were names of volunteers, those already involved in the tests.
I have lived a long time as a rational human and giving up all to become something that lives for the sensual moment, fosters discontentment. As if you knowing my thoughts for joining Daniel's world one could maybe understand. My parents are deceased, I have no brothers or sisters, and without Daniel and his Father, I am alone!
I guess all things put in there place the one thing that worries me most is being as a mare used primarily for breeding. The Professor was quite poignant about farms requiring all animals to have some primary use. Me being female, a mare, and of maturity would be most likely placed into the breeding stable. His accounting of my duties and the subsequent sexual use of stallions and my body made everything brutally clear. As according to him and his demeaning ideals of women in general, he would consider me nothing more than a whore, standing calmly available there at the pleasure of a stallion.
My Husband was a kind man, thoughtful, and an excellent provider for his family. He had a gentle way when pleasuring our selves, the memory of him is still vivid!
The obvious intent for me joining Daniel is of a sexual urge to know life as he does. As his mother, I wish to be near my son but this prevailing and constant talk of sex, mating, and living as do animals has infected my imagination. I have dreams now of being a mare. I watch P.B.S. and Animal Planet channels for entertainment. I visit the local library, reading books upon books telling about Dartmoor ponies, their habits, and breeding.
Please write soon and correct me if I am amiss, but ponies kept and used primarily for show have but one constant use. That one real use is to mate and increase the size of their herd, add to a farm’s profit margin, and lastly seek some tiding of pleasure for being part of the Equine realm.
I even stooped so low as to check some porn video sights on the internet. As with my eyes glued to the computer screen, I drank in scenes showing of a stallion ramming his black penis into the mare. A saw him mount, thrust, and rut the mare in a harsh and beastly rough manner. The stallion bucked his pelvis several times, thrusting until he stiffened when his semen erupted into the mare.
I found myself drooling, captivated with imagining myself as the mare. Seeing her reaction, as if the suggested willingness for her stallion to dominate. Standing with hind legs spread wide, head hung low, she turned to gaze a look back at her mate. I groaned with the mare as she lurched feeling his every forceful thrust.
Seeing this on the screen makes me long to know the feelings of a stallion mounting first hand. I now think of this as something both mentally and physically exciting. As if now I have a sense of euphoria, understanding my own long lasting passions, I believe with time you would have one instinctively driven brood mare.
This could lead to ruining my relationship with Daniel, as the primary reason for me being a mare was to be near him. If after some time my mental awareness fades and I become as some ignorant mare, at that time I would plead still not to be ever mated with my Daniel.
My Daniel is a Dartmoor breed and the Professor is always talking about Exmoor or New Forest breeds, is there a difference?
I would ask about the new pony breed the Professor suggested but I cannot find any info or pictures. (Devon Shires)
Before I chose, please write me with info and or photo's about the stable.
Sincere Thanks,
Sybil
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Miss Jane Pennyford writes to Sybil, for Marge the mare, with great news:
Hi mom
Word was that Marge is pregnant, this is quite true but after a couple of months along her recent scan suggests the foal is factually a human baby.
Baby, yes it is a baby not a pony foal! We do not understand this but she has asked to carry the baby along to delivery. After that I must make plans how to explain, and legalize the child.)
”Marge”
I was surprised and thrilled to hear of your plans of coming and living here in England. Daniel was so overjoyed he walked around for two days with a massive hard. He asked id his Dad coming, as well.
Miss Jane came to me and informed me of your plan of accepting the injection, and then to join our Dartmoor family, to this idea I would think it dubious. It is from my now longer experience that would suggest this plan to be a foolish idea.
If not for my physical youth and athletic stamina, I truly believe the stress of transition might have caused brain damage or worse. The Professor has nothing to lose offering it to you, since you are just another lanky female for his test tube.
My sensual experience while with Daniel was for the most a great delight. It was with him mating other mares, those born to be ponies, after mating them he began to get a good bit more brutal. He bit me in the neck, drawing blood and when asked about it, his answer suggested I was unfaithful, and had mated with some other stallion.
I would like to make you an offer, as soon I shall give birth to my first baby, he will need a mother to raise him. Miss Jane agrees with me and will send you details of an apartment and payment for being a surrogate mother.
From the voice of Daniel:
Wow, I heard the great news about you coming here to live and be near me. I was so excited after hearing the news, that Miss Jane shut me in my stall for two days. My usual reaction to such a stimulus is an erection, and I got so damn hard, it hurt.
I cannot begin to explain or tell of all the wild and wonderful sensations and feeling I have being and living inside the form of a pony.
When I go to pasture daily with my mares, we graze and play, frolicking and finding new ways for personal pleasure. It is from those pleasures and my extreme sensual stallion self, I find myself thinking of mares as just some expression of sex and domination.
My dearest wife Marge has left me for another and got herself pregnant. I have turned the corner and look to earth born mares for my regular delighting. The farm here is quite large and has many pony mares. I know of my reputation and get to mate almost daily with mares trucked here for my high quality semen.
Those promises of the Professor mean little to me anymore. I have graduated, becoming a virile stallion Dartmoor pony at stud, and like it! He had suggested a long time back of my possible return to being a man, but this idea does not seem worthwhile.
As time passes, I feel more the pressure from Equine instincts, my mind clouds and only stallion thoughts prevail. It takes a good two days cooped up in my stable stall before I can think, and make my thoughts known in human terms.
I asked of Miss Jane to write the Professor and offer you to come and live here, but as one of my brood mares. The thought of us mating instills me with an excellent hard. I would show you a great time, my pony penis extends out twenty inches long. There is enough girth to make even an experienced mare go crossed in the eyes!
I watched you and dad many a time at night and think you would be an easy mare. You moaned for him but with my shaft buried so damn deep the sheath will tickle your lovely sensual lips.
My ability to thrust and turn the cock in a mares… Since then my life has become one of daily rituals. I wake, shake all over, get a drink, munch a breakfast of pasture grass, or if in my stall green hay, and a steel bucket filled with mixed grains. I drink on occasion, long gulps of water. Then the tummy filled, I will stand and stretching out my body long and lanky, I take one huge long pee.
The scent of my urine is like a pony universal call to work. I begin to think rank thoughts of sexual conquest. The mares see me and whiny, begging with tails held high for my sensual pleasures. It is then when my day begins and as a true stallion sold for his stud, I delight in the stable steward, his grooming and brushing, and washing my big penis. Once all tidy and clean, I prance out ready for their viewing on this new day, standing erect and willing before the owners of horny young mares.
When all do approve, then standing before them, trim of form and refined in conformation, I am lead to meet the mares.
Miss Jane writes:
I stopped writing and let Daniel ramble on about his sexual excellence. He has dipped in moral character, as living the life of a stallion at stud seems to of made some mental changes.
He does talk to me and in the past to Gerald and Marge of his greed for money got him into this bestial form and way of life. When shut into his stall after several rounds of mating, his talking ability returns and he speaks philosophically. He becomes melancholy, longing to patch things up with Marge and wanting to be his human self someday.
In essence, he is becoming in my opinion paranoiac, a likely reaction of a human mind forced into a life of living as an animal used and kept alive simply for its sexual ability. This factor has caused others to crack, turning to life threatening, or personal physical abuse.
Daniel is moving closer to some type of insanity, as if the human and rational mind could not accept itself kept in a cage or stall. Considering it yourself, could you remain sane bridled and reined to a post for hitching a horse?
You might think too of a pony standing for hours in the hot sun, waiting judging at some Fair. Then too, as one need be in harness, standing beside some crude and real animal, waiting for to be of use, and bothered by thirst, heat, flies, and the other ponies’ jealous ways.
In a moment of sane and considerate thought for his dear mother, Daniel expressed a verbal concern.
He said while thinking about it and hard, “Please Mom think long and hard, I'd love to see you again, to hear your voice, to introduce you to Marge, Annie, and Lilly my special friends. Yet if you come as a mare then expect the treatment as of being a mare. I am not the friendly son you knew a long time ago. As my body changed so too has the way I view life and my existence. Many times, I get frustrated, often rough in my play, kicking, pawing, and on occasion doing injury to unwilling mare. My rational thoughts vaporize then in the pasture, and when there I become a Frankenstein Dartmoor stallion with his herd, nothing more!
Please take care and I still love my Mom!
Writings from Daniel - Miss Jane Pennyford
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Mom writes to her son,
My Dearest Daniel
Plans have changed, and I informed Professor Haun of my decision not to accept his suggestion I come and live there as a mare. Your last letter proved to me that it would become intolerable. I am your Mother, the idea of becoming both animal and a creature kept for its sexual production made me feel cheap!
My love for you is very strong but becoming degraded into an animal form could only complicate the situation. Since our last letter, I have received a legal notice from your Father asking for divorce.
Father's wrath over your changed life has split our family. It was a bad day when you entered that laboratory. Daddy has entered an asylum due to his deep anger. The head Doctor there contacted me over what he called Daddy's rash fits of anger with delusions of scientific oppression!
Foolishly, perhaps, I referred him to Professor Haun, as they conversed at length about Daddy. I plan to grant him his desire and sign the divorce papers.
As Reverend Matthew's always reminds the congregation, "God closes one door he opens another for your pathway in life!" Your path changed, my path changed and Daddy's path has changed now too!
I received notice by phone informing me of your Uncle Mason death while working on his apple orchard in Wisconsin. You might remember them as my sister and her boys all died of some strange decease. A lawyer called saying, he had me in his will and left me the entire estate. It is a complete working farm and orchard plus there business called Mason's Apple Passion.
Instead of accepting the estate settlement, an attorney approached me and asked to purchase the property. Their offer of over a million dollars, and will allow me to move to Devon, England and be close to my dear Son.
Lovingly yours,
Mom
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Miss Jane Pennyford, writing the words by Daniel
Great News Mom!
Daniel listened intently as I read your letter telling of plans to come and stay here at Devon. He has said it many times recently, expressing a loving desire for his mom to be close.
I have taken the liberty of renting you a flat at a nearby boarding house. This will be good until you get your bearings and find a place more to your liking. Daniel went wild when I read him your letter. I read it to him after he grazed in the pasture for a good ten days. His reacted by kicking up his hind legs and running about the corral whining, and with tail held high. This is how he has begun to show glee in his pony stallion manner.
We had an unexpected addition to our special group of animal husbandry volunteers, Mrs. Justin Markus. She as you might remember was the wife of Justin the Lab tech who accidentally injected Daniel, and later injected himself. We contacted his wife after the accident and his death, giving her the life insurance money. Oddly, she approached the Professor Haun, and since then has decided to come and reside here as a pony.
My plans for her are to keep her away from Daniel. She is a tough nut case and would be best we send her to another stud farm. Her young age helped in the transition and after confiding in the Professor, he had adjusted the serum species. Unlike Marge and a few other wild young female who have come during the past months, Mrs. Markus transitioned in species and gender too!
I have no place or use for a Percheron stallion on a pony farm. As she should arrive soon a friend who owns a draft horse stud has purchased her for being one of his prized stallions. He, my friend does not know of her real heritage, and I do not plan to tell him either!
I must say that Daniel in his decision to be a Dartmoor stallion has left his mark on the earth. Few people have made such strides in animal husbandry than your Daniel. His new chemically engineered semen has, and is creating wonderful specimens of refined and healthy pony foals. Truly, it was God's wish to send him here, as he has blessed the breed so very much.
My cousin owns a stud farm in the next shire. His farm is where the Professor Haun had plans to send you, as if agreeing to your preference, and remaining his mother and not a Brod mare.
I agreed with him about this idea, but with the news of you coming here to live and as your real self, I have changed the plans for the better. Now, of course all that original idea of you being as a mare is not in your best interest. Since you will not be joining his farm or ours, I will not even consider shelving the plan, instead, it is all swept under the rug.
At any rate, Daniel will be exceptionally pleased your here and friendly to his decision, that of remaining on permanently as our best and most respected Dartmoor stallion pony.
Hope to see you soon,
Miss Jane Pennyford
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“Devastated”
Dear Miss Jane,
I almost cancelled my plane tickets upon reading your last communication. Truly, I had some fond hope of my Daniel might soon be returned to me, being then as my son, and as his human self.
The mentioning of his decision to remain and live his life as in and from the perspective of a Dartmoor pony and stallion; was for me devastating!
As from your many letters, I have attained a reasonable understanding how, and why my son would find life as a stallion to be his preferred choice. It stems from the way young people view their place in society, as if he wished to become something special, and better then all of his friends. Daniel had an exceptional mind, and easily grasped and understood those ideals which some of us might consider as quite obscure.
His mistaken injection was the Professor’s cute way of forcing him into a sensual situation to which a young and impressionistic young man might consider as his special calling. Daniel wanted to be special and since becoming your prize stud animal, he became twisted, perverted in his attitudes.
Daniel might have made of himself a great doctor, but instead he is little more than a sperm donor. His bestial lifestyle and the common mannerisms he portrays in his many letters only suggests of just how low he has slipped into being as, and acting like a normal equine animal.
I shudder to think of the Professor and his lurid suggestion of myself becoming a pony too! His eyes told me of one who would enjoy watching a woman, nakedly standing before his watchful eyes and then mutating first into something similar to a beastly whore. His poking and prodding of my sex, the way he began talking about me as if I were just some thing, as if a beast, or were totally under his control. I remember how he reiterated, telling me of how my son Daniel would find me irresistible. The continued stories on how a stallion procures his conquests over mares. It was as if I was being brainwashed, forced to accept a life and body, that of a Dartmoor mare.
His many references to the repositioning of my vagina, how and when it became equine that I would find my mating, humped by a stallion, as most preferred way of enjoying sex.
As if having chemically induced dreams of wild and wet situations, I would dream of feeling myself humped by a stallion. Time after time, I would awaken in a sweat, my entire body feeling as if I were really feeling the stallion bored deep within my body.
Mind bending drugs he used tempting me to run and try to mate with real ponies, running about in fields, lurking in stables, and worse.
Yet after all this temptation I found peace and contentment in being yet the mother of my son Daniel and having that forlorn hope of his returning from this sordid situation.
I am still coming to live there with you and near my dearest son Daniel. The knowledge of my husband residing at you cousin’s farm offers some comfort as I might visit him from time to time. His rough demeanor would seem proper as he was transitioned into a mature Exmoor pony stallion, this done by our Professor. I am sure that given his druthers when not feeling the depression of a ruined life; my dearest husband would never have agreed to his new state.
In ending this communication, I wish to confide in you of Daniel’s half sister, Constance, our adopted daughter, to whom I shall leave our home and the attained wealth we have in the bank. Placed with her safekeeping I have the letters and documents telling of the Professor and his associates; this as insurance against my possible infection or poisoning.
See your soon,
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Pacification
Dear Connie,
I want you to promise me that all my letters will go into the safety deposit box at the bank vault. Your warnings to me about the Professor and his cohorts of science are the prime reason I also now believe we should keep an on going record of my European adventure.
I shall write you on the first of every month, unless something special occurs that warrants your making notes and filing it in the vault.
My apartment here is the epedemy of English countryside luxury. I have a second story view of the graveyard and the Catholic Church. The balcony offers me a distant view of the Pennyford home, stables, and a section of its expansive pasture.
I have set up my computer and the building manager hooked up a D.S.L. for me to use as much as I need. He seems to be some officiator on the plight of the Dartmoor pony breed, and the drastic decline to almost extinction. He has a web page on the subject and it is posted at: http://www.bbc.co.uk/devon/content/article...y_feature.shtml
Check this out, it gives a lot of information on the reason the Professor needed Daniel. I suspect he has some wide reaching plans so be on your toes, dear!
Tomorrow I shall see Daniel and plan as well to visit with, if possible, Marge, Lilly, and Annie. I play to take my Valium before going to the farm, less when seeing Daniel again I fall apart.
More later,
Mom
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Stirring the Brine
Hi Mom,
I thought to send you this E-Mail as your Professor Haun sent me a very friendly letter, offering me a personal tour of his laboratory.
My mother did not raise her children to be stupid, I saw through his scheme, since I am sure, that once he had my sorry self inside the security fence I would be just fodder for his next experiment. He had since then, yesterday in fact, called and offered me a tour, or if I wanted, he would set up a video-cam for me to see inside.
A special delivery of some French wine and cheeses in a basket turned up on my front porch this morning.
Tending toward caution, I opened the wine and poured its contents down the kitchen sink drain. The cheese he sent came from our local market and I put that in the fridge.
A student of the local community college has suddenly taken a very special interest in me, and asked me to go to a movie with him. I was blushing until he announced his name, Lee Haun, the youngest son of the Professor.
When I told him to buzz off, he got angry, and incensed, grabbing at my arm he had such strength. My judo classes came into good use as I sent the young jerk head over heels into some thistle bushes.
He screamed bloody murder and I would have just left him to his situation, but I saw something that made me mad.
As he fought his way out of the thistle bushes, his shirt ripped away showing a young man’s chest but quite well coated in some rather bestial sort of hair.
He responded favorably to my sudden concern for his wellbeing. I noted to him of his hairy chest and wondered if he had sampled some of his father’s recent work.
The response was a young man breaking down and then showing me his very bestial anatomy. I eyed his body well, he being the dubious representation of his father has twisted humor. As if to keep his son away from women, the professor injected Lee with one of his drugs. Similar to Daniel, Lee is from the chest down a different color of skin, (Black) and stands coated in a heavy shag of multicolored hairs.
He turned and modeled himself to me as we were in the privacy of my office.
This Professor is one mean man to his male children. Lee is in some chemical induced holding pattern, suspended between humanity and becoming as some weird breed of male goat from Switzerland.
Shaggy hair from chest to his knees but between is the sheath, and testicles, of that which belongs properly to a male goat. Lee stood before me ashamed and wishing he could leave his Father’s house. He told me that his father said if he left the beastly changes would begin to advance until his son would be bleating for mercy. His passion for freedom turned him from a bashful and quiet young man, and into a sex crazed feign. He then tried sexually attacking me, lunging, showing his Billy Goat’s shaft. Red and ugly in its form, I could feel a heat coming from the sexual shaft.
I defended myself and grabbing the stapler from my desk, I sank two sharp items into his shaft. The pain from those staples did the trick and his sexual foreplay subsided.
The momentary insanity gone, Lee returned to his passive self, apologizing for his brutish actions.
He keeps his distance from me now, respecting someone who carries a Bostitch stapler in my purse at all times. We remain friendly, but keeping our distances. Lee is quite upset and often has violent fits. I know he plans at some future date to leave his father's jurisdiction, as so doing his partial goatish form would begin his transitioning process. He talks now of wanting to be free from his dominant father, even if it means he were to become a male goat.
This Professor Haun is truly a dangerous man!
Please be very careful, there is something, or some dire planning working to an outcome that has finality. I believe the Professor would wish all of those who know of his body transitioning drugs to vanish into some bestial oblivion.
It would be easier legally to send his enemies into bestial life and form rather than kill them outright.
Sincere Love,
Connie
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