“Perfect Anonymity”

Stupidly, Ken stood fondling a Welsh stallion pony by the name of Mike.

He was in the stables, one owned by a man who acted as diabolical as he looked. Yet Ken was enthused with this dapple gray and black pony, the animal seeming as delighted to be fondled and what Ken felt doing the sensual act.

Ken spoke softly, urging in calming words for the animal to produce his monstrous maleness, and give Ken a real thrill.

When his enthusiasm was realized, and the stallion dropped out of his black and leathery sheath the promise of a few sensual moments, Ken literally thanked the pony verbally.

“You are very welcome,” was the reply Ken heard, he looking at the ponies’ face, almost as if expecting he had actually spoken.

Taunting the situation a mite more, Ken said, “I really appreciate your willingness to let me play with something I wish I had on me!”

The pony stallion whinnied in a muffled tone, it turning into a sharp snort, and then as before, “You are most welcome to have one of your very own, if that is what you really desire?”

Ken toppled backward onto his butt, stunned at the pony offering him a proposition of his own maleness becoming a big and long, and hefty as what that Welsh stallion so often buried in some mare.

So thrilled at the offer ken had held on to the long shaft of that purebred pony, tugging it and brining the thing to a full and massive erection.

His first thought was to quickly agree, wishing to have of what that pony found so often a thing of wondrous enjoyment. Then he had a second thought, if this could happen, maybe he might go beyond just changing Ken and his maleness, making Ken a pony stallion too!

A sudden stiffening of the stallion’s shaft was but the warning of things to come. A spewing hot stream of white blended with a horrid stench foretelling of semen, all this shot into the face of Ken. He could barely choke it off to stop the flow, or move even out of the way, but as it splattered he swallowed some and found the rest as a nice cream to massage about his face.

As with sticky lips and a busy tongue doing its utmost to lick clean the semen from around an eager mouth Ken asked again, this time bluntly wishing he could instead become a real pony, a stallion pony, and live there with his Welsh friend.

It was then from outside the stall he heard laughter, not coming at all from the stallion, but being of an onlooker to Ken and his sexual blandishments with a pony stallion.

With the semen drying on his face, Ken stood up to confront the one he heard laughing.

There in the stable isle stood that Mister Minooka, his eyes flaring as might one who is as mad as what people have said. He seemed angry, but as Ken stood there looking and feeling guilty of his perversion; he caught an inkling that this man was pleased at what was done.

If that sticky semen spread and caked upon a face was not incriminating enough, then a busy tongue did its best to try and clean an area about the mouth, as Ken took to picking and peeling the drying encrustations from his face.

“I appreciate you coming, as others have come, all being perverted in some sexual way. The delightful irony is that because you realize what you were here to do was immoral, perverted, and a perversion upon nature; you were most considerate to me for not telling anyone where or what you were going to do!

As Perry there, he is quite the hearty looking Welsh Mountain pony breed. His venture here four years past had him standing over a mare and lusting, he was straining to do his utmost, trying to get some desired pleasure.

To him I offered a better way, one most assuredly that when he wanted to play and mate with a mare, he was well able to carry out his lusty plans.

Did you not know that most stallions would seem almost moral, as they or most would dislike their genitals fondled! If he had not begun his life and career coming here to fondle and wanting the same, he might have trampled you to death in his stall.

He was and is still quite a perverted individual, as if a sensual player in my game. Perry taunts openly those who would love to come and fondle, suck, and or for such silly young women, even want him to mount and mate. This Perry still finds as enjoyable, although with the passing of time his human mentality is degrading. I suspect even now he hears us talking, but the ability to understand verbal language has slipped from his mental grasp.

Oh do be quite assured, Perry is not some stupid or ignorant pony and beast, nor shall he ever degrade that far. No, he will not fade into a pony minded bliss, but shall continue to find enjoyment bring others as yourself to me.

So then, my young man, are you of a mind to be a willing recipient of a gift, one that comes with a lifelong passion for the sexual and sensual? Are you wishing to find your perversion to be more than a sly short time of quick pleasure, or are you daring enough to become as part of my kingdom?

Think then before just blurting it out your answer, know of Perry there as he would enjoy a friend and some competition. Then too, there is Sharon, she has become a neatly formed American Shetland mare, and as per her wanting, became an excellent brood mare.

Perry, Sharon, Lisa, Frank, Tye, Kevin, Kyle, those two were brothers in the flesh and had the same wondrous fantasy; since their coming they have attained greatness as a handsome pair of Haflinger draft ponies. Indeed, with them I won first prize at county, and then at the state fair; selling them as stallions for stud to a farm down state.”

Ken mumbled something, cleared his dry throat from choking down drying semen, and then blurted out, “Could you accept me as one like Perry?”

The stern looking face upon the man slipped to a smile. He turned and walked to a large wooden box, a tack box, rummaging through the lot of harness parts and pieces until he stopped, stood silent as if thinking, and then reached into the box to remove a tan colored rope halter.

Turning around he faced again toward Ken, he looked at what was in his two hands, and then with a cynical look, said, “I really do appreciate you and your kind coming here and being so very posh or secretive, that once you have joined my throng, there are none, not a soul would or could suggest I had anything to do with you perfect and permanent disappearance!”

Ken took a step back from the side of Perry’s box stall. His eyes widened with the thought of what was to become truly the end of his human existence. The realization of what Mister Minooka proposed would tie and bind Ken to living as, eating like, and doing what comes as if normal and natural to a pony stallion. His lusty desire to feel and fondle would change to mounting and blind thrusting, humping, and as he might gain some new expressions of sensuality; in other way he would lose his hands and their way of touching. He felt a sudden new concern, one of drastic difference in lifestyle, as then his future plans and college schooling would become useless to a pony stallion.

Mister Minooka could see Ken having the usual concern as he did a mental accounting of pro and con, gain and loss, weighing the offer of a life lived for sensual lust and little else.

The man thought to tantalize his young protégée, or student to learning from living in the bestial side of life.

“Dare say young friend, maybe a pony is not your cup of tea? Say then would you rather I put away this and find for you something of the bovine, or if not that then some other farm animal, maybe a rooster?” So said Mister Minooka unto Ken as if being more persuasive to the young pervert; tipping the scales with even more perverse a lifestyle than as a friendly pony.

Pro and con weighed out in his mind, Ken was decided the offer of him becoming an animal permanently was not his preferred, or an ideal future.

Edging toward the far side of the box stall, where it was adjacent to an open set of doors; Ken seeing this as his one and only mode of escape, less he learn to enjoy eating hay, oats, and sniffing at mares for the rest of natural life!

Mister Minooka was not just born the day before, he saw what Ken was thinking, seeing how he edged ever closer to the two doors leading to a possible try to escape.

Turning his back on Ken as if to give the youth his chance to make a break for freedom and the desire to remain human; he opened an old looking medicine cabinet, reaching to retrieve something.

Ken fell for the trap, grabbing the side rail with both hands and in one giant leap he cleared the top rail and was two steps from those doors to freedom when it hit. As he reached to grab at the door handles his hands cramped into a tight fist. He gasped, and then took a deep breath, inhaling a cloud of sparkling dust that suddenly filled the air above his head.

The basic plan still predominant in his thoughts as to open the doors and make a mad dash for freedom; became suddenly passé’.

Ken turned toward the feeling of a strong hand gripping upon his right shoulder. His desire to run had just up and vanished, he felt a strange sense of disconcert for everything he had held so dear just a moment ago.

“I offered you something others would give a great sum of money to have and become, but you rather turn and run away. You are a coward to your own profession of preferred sensual style of life and body. It was you who dared enter the stable, then into the box stall holding Perry. I saw you masturbate him into giving of his testes, spewing into your face and mouth his very life giving seed. All this and then my kindly offer you toss back in my face, disgraced, and belligerent are you!

Perry was bold and stands yet a brash and determined stallion, doing what he does well, and finding enjoyment as he makes me all the richer. The others do as they have long since desired, whether mounting and mating or being mounted and giving births, they have all accepted their desired purpose in life.

Ah but then there is this young man by the name of Ken!

I stopped your escape, the dust you felt land upon head and skin was enough to begin your new life; but from your breathing it in made the final and deciding factor as irrefutable as the sun rising in the east.
Truly, I have little need for another stallion pony, as Perry is only four years a stallion and will likely live until he is in his forties. My farm and stable is well nurtured by those who came here before you; they do me well, so you I need not here!” Mister Minooka spoke to Ken, telling him and in as much inflicting some mental anguish for not accepting the first and favorite offer.

Ken could not move nary a muscle, but his eyes could move a little and peering toward Mister Minooka made his begin to sweat, if not plum worry!

As if frozen to that spot and unable to move, Ken watched Mister Minooka put away the rope halter, and close the door to Perry’s stall. He then walked down the stable center isle, stepping into his office and sitting by his desk he picked up the telephone to make some calls. An hour or more passed, as Ken fought hard to break free and run for home.

The humorous laughing and talk of Mister Minooka to someone on the phone had Ken obviously worried. Even without hearing the actual conversation, it seemed a deal was struck, and likely too, the prime subject in that deal had Ken feeling concern.

Laughing softly to himself, Mister Minooka made certain Ken could hear how he was amused at the deal he just closed.

A walk up the rough cut stairs to the hayloft left Ken near frantic and ready to pass out. He could not see Mister Minooka but hearing him rumble around just above Ken was enough to suggest he had to look hard for just the right item to make something out of Ken.

From upstairs the voice of Mister Minooka began to chuckle, making conversation to Ken below, and seemingly delighted over his perfect anonymity. Talking as he returned down the stairs, sounding as if what he had planned would be financially better for him than what Ken would know and feel being he was soon to see some major change.

Scared and sweating, eyes jerking from looking right or left, Ken waited like some animal stuck in a chute and heading for slaughter.

“A friend of mine from Army days knows of how my farm and business profits. His own daughter found her sexual fantasy in lying with and being mounted by the hog boars he raises on his farm. His finding her enjoying a mating session with his prize boar was enough for him to have me make her realize that a fantasy can come true. At last count she had knowingly delivered over 900 piglets into this cruel world. Her body changed but not the life expectancy, as Darla will likely live for another fifty plus years, a hot and sexy sow.

I made him a deal, for you my young friend shall help him at his farm by becoming a prize winning boar. A yellow tag in this ear, “Click,” and a red tag in that ear, “Snap,” begins the ordeal, said Mister Minooka as he adorned Ken with two tags, his markings as to age and a number instead of a name.

Ken tried to speak, wishing to cry aloud but the sparkling dust held him glued to that very spot.

Mister Minooka went about removing all of the clothing on Ken, leaving him standing there a pretty pink of color, except for his sun tan on face, arms, and below his knees.

A horrid smelling slime coating soon was painted all over Ken. Even Mister Minooka cringed at the odor, finally getting a breathing mask and wearing it as he doused Ken.

Ken was always somewhat fat about the middle and to this Mister Minooka liked to give a poke with his index finger. He chuckled and made mention how soon that gut would be even bigger. Saying to Ken how the change from human to boar was a bit more painful than when he would grow a person into some larger breed of animal.

Mister Minooka tilted Ken’s head back, setting a metal funnel into a gaping open mouth. As Ken stood helpless and sweating like a boar hog in heat, the funnel was filled with a liquid sort of slurry, as if a blend of grain and an elixir.

Ken could do little but choke and swallow the mixture, as his gut became rotundas beyond his worst possible dream.

His physical body began to grow, hefty muscles expanded in thighs, back, and chest. That butch haircut thinned, as human hair was forced out and replaced by coarse pig bristles massing in the tens of thousands.

Time passed quickly and with it so also did Ken, my friend, leave his humanity, and with some guiding progression became a boar hog.

His piggish squeal was enough to curdle one’s blood just hearing it. Ken felt his head changed, teeth falling out like white rain drops as swine teeth replaced them, and four tusks jutted and curved out from Ken’s lower jaw.

Watching his ears grow as those tags turned to a curse in themselves, moving with growing ears, reminding the owner of his new place on earth.

Ken made some pelvic squirming moves as his male human genitals became more swine like, gaining a massive sheath, and worse the length of his shaft seemed exceptionally longer than most boar hogs. He actually did a small dancing jig, feeling his testes expanding, blooming much larger, and then pressed by his massive thighs to poke out behind his rounded rump.

As fingers and toes flexed and moved with their transition from human appendages to the cloven hoofs of a boar, Ken moaned, his sounds turning guttural, and then becoming as piggish grunts.

After what must have been a good three hours, what was a young man in his early twenties stood before his master as a two hundred pound young and hearty male hog and boar. Ken had by then fallen to stand on his four legs, wiggling some, as he began to get used to his stance and how his body hung on a pig’s skeletal frame.

Mister Minooka was a little less than kindly with Ken, booting him in the butt and moving my friend to a waiting stall, a place to be until a truck would come to deliver him to meet Darla.

Laughing of his coming new gains, Mister Minooka left Ken to learn how it felt to be a hog swine and a boar. Unbeknown to either, I was in between the hay bales piled to the rear of the stable main floor.

Dubious as was Ken, I had gotten there to fondle Perry and heard footsteps and hid myself less captured, arrested, and incarcerated. My seeing and hearing Mister Minooka openly confess of his exceptional ability and knowledge seemed to make my worries over arrest and jail fade away. The likelihood of capture would make jail seem like a holiday, especially when compared to Ken and his future.
Seeing my chance to say a friendly good bye to Ken, I leaped into his stall and we played as I talked and fondled.

Ken was still squealing from me masturbating him into an erection and the first spewing of his semen as being a hog and boar.

I moved over to visit Perry, he was eager to feel my touching, and soon gave me what he had gracefully given to Ken.

I know where there is a place to hide and if in trouble some day from my love of things beastly; Mister Minooka has the way and means to give me a life of what is sensual and to the absolute delight, a perfect anonymity from all who would do me harm.


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;) Boy, this is different, but I liked the way everything was phrased. A very pleasant change. A nice touch, haveing the third party hiding, and watching the whole process.

Pet

"Evil Ways, and Gray days"

I thought I was safe and free from the clenching fingers and hands of Mister Minooka!

I was wrong, terribly mistaken, as he knew I had witness the change of a young man to that of a vile and ravenous boar hog.

I did as I said, returning to play and fondle, delighting in my own fantasies, thrilling myself and a host of those I tended to who read what I did write upon the open information of that Internet.

While lying seated upon the ground, there beneath a young stallion standing near the pasture gate; he and I fondled the other.

It was near midnight and I was too self assured of my own sneaky ways.

My funning was delighted as the yearling offered me the sight of his massive Arabian penis, stoutly flaired, and impressive!

I fingered the flared end, stroking it and in as much wishing I had one just like it!

Wishing and pleading top God or the Devil, anyone of the spirited hosts that might have the power to make me as I wished, all got me so enthralled, I began to speak loudly, as if for all the world to hear.

Foolish, damn, ignorant man that I "WAS," when as I played and fondled, he came to see and to do.

As with all that came and did their own style of perversion upon his animals, he came to where I knelt, dousing me with a cold bucket of something more horrible than just water.

Terrified at being caught, horrified as of what this man could render; I stood upright, dripping wet, eyes wide, mouth open, and stuttering as if wishing to make amends.

He stood laughing at me, his eyes glared as if belonging to the devil himself.

I reached out my arms, and with hands open, I was prepared to beg.

His own twisted justice took me, as I watched in disbelief as my skin turned an oilly black. Arms and hands bear then growing think black hairs, as fingers became armed with what looked more as claws.

My one strain to speak came past changing lips as a squeak, it trailed off into the most wretchid sound.

He had me, I was his and could not fight the new urges.

My human mind seemed untouched, and with time I again learned to speak, as you can well understand me from that dumb look all over your face.

He thought of me as something entertaining, and so I am part of the entertainment you see around you.

One might say that he made a monkey out of me, removing my dignity, and from this all I have lost even a slim chance of Heaven.

Just look at me!


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Very, very different!