Ill Fated Life
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Summer of 2016 and what should happen but a miracle seen by me of my good friend while we were taking a day of vacation photoing anything odd or different in Northern Indiana. My friend, names not necessary owed his fun fetish with taking photos of farm animals, and usually when the beast was in some manner of compromising state.
We were seated along what was the Baltimore and Ohio railroad mainline crossing through the state of Indiana, me on one side of the ravine where the track lay,, and he on the opposite side, or the south side with the sun behind his back. I liked to photograph trains pulling hard coming up-hill from the railroad switch-yard based at Garret, Indiana, as the trains headed westward.
We had set there for some two hours in the late afternoon when I saw coming out of a pasture, as if around, under, and through a break in the fencing ambling toward my friend came a Belgium draft horse. I called to my friend, pointing at him, as of what was coming toward him.
Finally I got my point across and he took note of the large horse seemingly interested in being near to my friend.The large horse walked up to, and began to nuzzle its face into the back of my friend. My friend looked pleased by the meeting with the huge beast, he rising to standing up caused the horse to raise its head and the two stood staring one at the other.
Their eyes met and my friend stood as if mesmerized, he staring at the horse as did the horse stare at my friend. Minutes passed, and my friend called to me, he informing me the horse was a gelded Belgium Draft horse its form, but mentally, it held trapped a human mentality wishing to make a trade.
"Trade of what," I called to my friend. "The trade of physical embodiment was his wish, me into his horse body, and he into my human body, he was cursed and wants to go visit his mother...," my friend said, as toward the last his voice faded into something I could not understand.I watched from a hundred yards or so away from my friend as he reach his left hand up to give a touch of the horse about its forehead. I heard my friend say aloud, "By all that is or was unholy, I wish to trade with you my body for your body, if for a month of time, but not more, unless by becoming the horse, I prefer to remain the horse, as my personal body..., neigh...!"
There about a hundred yards from me stood then a draft horse doing some odd stretching of its legs, as then its torso, all the while flagging his tail, shaking his mane, and occasionally screaming an excited sounding whinny.What was my friend did much the same manner of arms and legs stretching, as turned then to facing me, pointed at me, and exclaimed, "Tell not a sole of what you have seen as what you witnessed here today, unless you would wish of learn what its like to become a horse too!"
I stood there nodding my head as if agreeing to the imposed trading of my human friend with the life force previously inhabiting the horse body.
All I could do was watch as my friend becoming a horse by mind trading, stood and though a gelding, sported one hellish big equine male horse erection. I watched, seeing my friend being a male horse try to use its massive libido and masturbate as best he might, not getting the hoped climax, but spewing a load of horse urine out in a boiling yellow surge.
"O.M.G., but I swoon from seeing my friend stand there and wish he could masturbate his horse maleness, "I said aloud, as saw then the mind in my friend's body walk to where I had parked my truck and he waved at me to come join him there. I responded and joined what looked like my friend, but was the life force and mentality of some other individual whom just had traded bodies, and as someone who I wished to converse with about what my true friend. I wanted to know of when he would return to the pasture, as come the morning, then realize all.
I sat then behind the steering wheel watching the large horse meander out into the farm pasture and meeting there some mares of his kind, he began to graze as if he were born to being a horse. "He is acting as if he were born a horse," I commented to the infinity living inside the body of what was my friend."He is a horse, not just bodily, but mentally. His mind holds a meager power of realization and knows little about his destiny. He saw the horse embodiment from a sexual fetish for delighting with sexual connotations, although a gelding, when he scents a mare, or mare urine, he will try to mount a mare.
Whether a gelding or stallion, a mind held in a curse, after having mated with three mares, doing each three or more mountings each, his life force shall meld with the equine body, ceasing to be your friend, and becoming a common, ignorant, farm animal.
Now then as for you," he said, as reaching past my face he took hold of the back of my head and dug in his fingertips."You never told your friend how much you appreciated some of his favorite animal transformation stories he read to you from off the Internet, did you?" He asked of me.
"No," I replied.
"You favorite story being Menage(rie) a Trois ( http://tsa.transform.to/animal/menagerieatrois.html) as if you were the main character and instead of being appalled by the likely transformation into being a Bison bull, you would be equally as happy if changed into an Angus breed herd-sire bull.
You like reading the beastly sexual stories authored by Hinny-mule at the So Furry site, Amazons being a favorite there.I see that you do not trust me, and to this you are wise, as I do not plan to return to being again a farm horse, leaving your friend to live out my term of years being a common beast of the fields.
You though, you can drive and if as when we see some Angus bull you feel an affection for becoming, another trade might well happen for you into it!"
That was then and since that crazy day I have for the past seven years lived and acted the beastly lifestyle of a red Angus bull, being a herd sire. I came to you today wishing to ask of you to trade with me, as become me in my bullish form, as I would by our exchange, become you for a short while to get some financial matters better situated for my wife and family.
You and me, we trading, I would thank you my friend, you were an easy as ill fated trade.
Good bye, and enjoy being a bull, just remember, cows like to defile their bulls in many ways!
You shall revel when a cow urinates, liking her scent, making you want to lick her vile as filth covered vulva. Horny without horns, your cock drives your mind and body to wild pangs of beastly bull lust. You might learn to like the odd flavors of cow urine and vulva discharge. Yet know this, for as long as is your big balls producing volumes of semen, you shall remain a herd-sire bull. Whereas, if your semen decreases in volume or virility, expect then you shall be sold for slaughter!"
"Muroo," the new bull then bald his feared cry.
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