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Mated, bred now David has known the differing feelings it is to have become female and equine. The heat of passion is quelled as her lover returns to his farm a happy warrior well thrilled and with some fond memories of mating a virgin mare. David, his mental thoughts of human exsistance all but forgotten except in those moments of wild empassioned heat of equine sexual delight. Her passion gone for the moment she returns to the normal calm demeanor of a Percheron. The Farmer seeing her lust turned to instinctive thoughts of motherhood, returns the huge Percheron mare to working under harness as part of the team. Its been ninety plus days since the mare just turned up on Allan Manson's farm. An Amish farmer from birth his is a farm still working the way farms did once back in the 1800's. Horses, horse carts, and all his farm machinery were all drawn by horses. Powerful animals as with David a Percheron now her weight gained to 1600 pounds of bone and smooth solid muscle. Allan owned now seven fine big draft horses making his farm to be seen by other Amish as something special to behold. In harness and pulling together seven draft horses made easy work of any farm machine. Plowing, haying, it didn't matter as Allan had more than enough horse strength to do the work. David like her fellow horses found working together a satisfied thrill. An occasional grumbling was mostly all fake and fluff as one horse might try and bite or scream a passing thought at his or her nearest partner in the team. This became a ritual among the team mates as if taking turns a day at a time to be the sultury one of the group. In harness or out David fitted into the family unit quite well. Seven handsome draft horses they were five mares and two nutless geldings. It was because Allan wanted nothing to do with handling a strong and wild tempered stallion on his farm or in his team. Such a stallion deemed trouble and jealousy among the mares as his scent would turn their calm into a constant sexual turmoil. Instead like with David a prime stud was brought in and allowed to mount a mare at a time and continue to mount them on and off for one wild maylay of a week. Angie, David, Rebecca, Sasy, Blaze, all the mares were now bred and figured to be pregnant. This a blessing for Allan's farm as with the coming months he would gain five valuable foals. It was Buster and Warren who had to stand in their corral watching those sweet smelling team mates getting mounted and mated before their lonesome eyes. Nutless though they were the insticts conected to their male drives was still there as long black cocks hung down erect, tips flared and aching to have their way. Ah, but not such luck as by the time Goliath was done screwing each mare five times to cross-eyed their loving team mates would want no special male attentions from two gelded males. Buster was the one who when trying his male stature out over Rebecca's rear caught a sudden and solid upper slam from two strong Shire hind legs. A painful scream and the gelding limped away his cock withered and ribs aching he was not loved! Days and more uncounted days had gone passed as back at the Weston castle Bob continued to work with his wrecking crew on the dismatling. He and others wondered where David had vanished off to but since he was the boss, well he could do no wrong. Bob informed the City's Fathers that the total dismantling of the castle was in his opinion going to take more than one year. In fact he knew it was not going to be that long but it left him enough time to remove the very valuable building materials which the castle abounded. As the ninety day passed for David so also did Bob his foreman and silent partner see its passing. Not as yet had Bob found the secret passage and the vault room where lay out in the open a Tome of magic spells and the Medallion. Fate or plain dumb Dutch luck Bob's newest worker Jaro was the one who stumbled on or into the vault room. A young man alone he had just come to this country from the Netherlands. A young man of twenty he was without a trade and had not been schooled in any sort of business, he was a loner! Jaro with flashlight in hand stepped in past the marble door and walked into the vault room its gas lights still glowing from David having lighted them ninety days past. As he was not too well accustom to speaking english clearly and could read only a little he stood gazing at the shelves filled of old and rare books. He was still looking about the room when from atop the open page of the Tome book came a flicker of light and power off the silver Medallion. Like a beacon it was to draw some attention as the powers that be were still roaring in force. Since David did not return the Medallion to it's velvet pouch and stop his spell and making it start the counting of days for his return to human, his spell hung in the room like a cloud. All this time passing, ninety days for which David was a Percheron mare the needed counting down of those 248 days had not yet even begun. Jaro soon turned his attentions to the desk and seeing first the bright silver Medallion he thought of being a rich man. His fingers reached out to pick it up only to feel a sharp pain as if an electric shock. Jerking his hand back the young man grumbled in his native tongue, (translated here in English) "Damned fucking Pig!" The gas lights flickered as from out of space itself came the looming powers which David involed but left still there in the vault. Jaro felt his back stiffen as head and neck seezed into an unmoving rigid like cramp. He could move his eyes but not move anything else. Like a statue he was but still made of living matter. Fear raged up inside of him as the Medallion began to glow brightly. Drool streamed from his mouth as sharp pains felt like teeth were being pushed up and out his gums. More and more his teeth ached as he whenced his eyes to clench shut the pain just got worse. Suddenly his buttons popped one by one from his plad work shirt allowing an expanding chest and belly freedom to grow. His pants buckle too popped loose flying across the room dropping his pants to the floor with a flop. Jaro being poor and also not quite with the commom understanding of wearing underwear had till right then gone without. So with shirt loose and being pushed slowly off his rounding shoulders and pants on the floor he was naked except for a new pair of steel toed work boots. Strange feelings, some pains but nothing beyond his physical endurance raked in and out of Jaro's body. He could only stand there and watch as his own fate filled words were heeded by the powers the Medallion wove. It wasn't until some time later than he saw the sprouting forth of a penis before his eyes. A male organ not of his own and not the one he'd been born to wear. Instead a bright pink shaft having a corkscrew shape that reminded him of past years on his Uncle's farm. "I got a Piggy cock !" groaned Jaro only in thoughts as his mouth and voice would not work. Peering down and to either side Jaro watched as shoulders rounded and the human skin turned to a hide more common on a boar hog. Bristles coarse and stiff sprouted his hide making him know he was not to be human much longer. His thought of those three words which sent the Medallion searching out the right phrase and mixing it with the curse placed over David. Had he known what was to become his life and form from then on he'd of screamed, cried, and longed for an early death. Suddenly his back and joints became free for movement but scared as he was the thought of going anywhere seemed too terrible to try. Slowly Jaro lifted his right hand, but it was not a hand any longer. Tan colored cloven hooves were his fingers now. Arms turned to legs he knew his own legs had to be those of an animal. Still painfully erect his cock waved in the air before his round gut. a half step backward from where he was standing before the large desk made him topple over backwards. A thud as he hit the Oak flooring and the scramble of cloven hooves to right himself Jaro stood a mature boar hog. Looking to the right and the left his was the fat body of a ugly black bristled boar hog. Even with every step his bristles rustled giving him an itchy feeling he wanted to scratch. His cock still erect bounced along the floor its peaked end catching occasionally on loose Oak floor boards. A young human mind all in a whirl as instinctive drives of Hog's life poured over and in his thoghts. Weird terror though he felt the form and spell was causing him to relax and accept being a boar hog of emense size. Walking about the room Jaro was being urged to run out the door and join a herd. yet he knew his transformation happened right there in that room and he was not leaving there until he became the young man he was just minutes before! "Damn Fucking Pig !" the thought rolled over and over in his mind as hogish drives for procreation began their onslaught. Oinking and squealing like any common born hog Jaro was loosing his human mental capacity. Try as he might his hog lusts were taking control and what was Jaro took a back seat only to watch what his body did. The workers all stopped there work as some yelled to "watch out!" when a four hundred pound boar hog, tusks and all stormed out the front doors of the castle. Just outside the Billard room's door stood Bob as he saw the boar run by he looked into the room where it came. The door to the vault was still open and it was a real surprise to Bob. Now he entered the vault room and giving a qick look around saw the open Tome of Spells and the Medallion still glowing brightly from its curse over Jaro. The new work boots Bob had bought Jaro and his old plad shirt with trousers lay before the desk. Bob having seen many things in his years working about old homes knew this to be one very rich man's private study and vault. It was a place where those so rich kept there prized items hidden from friends and family alike. The small sea chest, a red velvet pouch, a bright glowing Medallion, and a leather bound hand written book which might date back to the middleages all told him of big trouble. Bob took the pouch and slowly wrapped it over the Medallion slipping it off the circled area of the Tome's page and then dropping it into the sea chest. A piece of paper to mark the open page and Bob closed the book. Like a fresh breeze of open air rushed through the room many things began to work as the did before, while for some now the clock was ticking. To that moment David's clock of 248 days before he could return to human form had not ticked a second. Ninety days had passed since his transformation to a pretty Percheron mare. Yet now the clock was running and he had but to live and give birth to a foal before returning to his old human self. Bob picked up the Tome, the sea chest with the powerful Medallion inside and walked his find out to the company truck. The distant squealing of the hog running off into the brush and weed grown fields made him wonder if it might be Jaro? David was again finding her daily life a thing of continued wonder. The feelings of female need now warming inside her the foal growing till that day when David would become a mother. Inside that large solid bone head was a degraded human brain with the dimmed memories of David the human and his life. As with being alive and of equine form his life force took the change from male to female with an easy sort of stride. Whether on top or bottom in the relationship of sexual life David who prided himself on keeping a clean set of privates now had a friendly loving farmer to wash her huge body clean. Scents, or instincts life was based on the lowest level of exsistance for David. She found her own urine and manure to grant a sort of home relationship to the stall she was kept in at night. She knew the others not by name but by their seperate stench of body wastes. Inside and down deep David knew the differance between the shit falling out his rear and a foal coming out her womb. Yet now the equine instincts kept getting in her and his way making the mare turn every time she left a pile to check if it was breathing. David would shudder as he could only watch from down deep in his mental horse self when turning to smell the pile of manure his lips would pick out a bite to be sure it was only his/her own shit. Yet the wonderful feling of a body so strong, so filled with the wonders of life gave David a constant thrill. He thought at night or when Buster or Warren came urging her to let them mount his memories seemed to flood back of when he was a proud business man and owner of the Home-Wreckers. |