Ponies at Stud
Jared held what he had so recently found, the medallion and horse shoe in one hand together as he precariously steered his bike with the other. When he reached home, he rode into the garage of which many years previous had service the family as a stable. He sniffed the air, the scent remained still, that of hay, straw, a tint of dried urine, Jared said as a soft spoken wish, "Gee it would have been my wish, as neat and nice to live inside here and be as a pony stallion!" Jared stored his bike out of the weather and was always careful with his belongings. As he stopped and stepped off the bike he thought he saw a flash of lightning. Looking with caution toward the sky he saw only clouds but heard no thunder, "How odd," he thought.
Jared walked toward the garage side door and as he reached for the knob he was stunned. His hand was replaced by what looked like a small hoof with brown and spotted with white fur growing on a fore leg. He turned, looking toward the small horse shoe which was still with the medallion on the bike seat as both glowed.
"What is happening," he said aloud. Just as the words passed his lips he felt the lips thicken and then eyesight blurred. Jared felt the buttons popping from off his shirt, as next his T-shirt ripped. He watched in silent terror as his young male human form became that of a mature, full grown American Shetland Pony.
Although Jared knew not what kind of pony we was then, he could see he was larger than a Shetland type and smaller than their near neighbor had a Quarter horse. The sex drives had not bloomed in the boy but now as a stallion pony he felt a wild urges.
A mate a mare and mate thought then Jared, his mind as he walked slowly in circles they trying to learn how it is to walk on all fours. "I'm still me, I' was a boy but now..." Jared looked over his broad back as he without thought switched his tail.
"I must go to the Morrison's and stay on there farm until I can...."Oh Mom and Dad, please help me, he thought."
Walking down the road as cars slowed and moved to the far side to pass a wandering pony, he walked onward, Jared thinking he was better off if there at the Quarter horse stud farm a mile away.
Jared stood outside the front gate he wanted to call out her name but the best sound his pony mouth could make was a strained whinny. Jennifer the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Morrison was on her way to get the afternoon mail; she coming to the front gate met there a pretty pony.
"Hey where did you come from there boy," Jennifer exclaimed with glee, as there standing and seemingly eager to enter the gate was a very fine looking stallion.
Jennifer took her scarf and rapped it around the pony's neck as if a halter and led him along to the barn. The pony followed knowing still that she was a friend, Jared prancing, happy and knowing there we was safe. Once in the barn Jennifer opened a box stall and led the pony inside. She then closed the Dutch-door, filled the grain pan and set a water bucket inside the stall. Jennifer watched as the young stallion drank and with pausing as if unsure, he did lick at the grain like a dog.
Jennifer knew horse flesh almost as well as her father. She noted the strong hind quarters and solid muscular his legs. Then as the cold water hit the bladder the stallion turned tail toward Jennifer, as Jared knew what would happen when his penis slipped out of the sheath and became placidly erect to let go a flood.
"How odd," thought Jennifer, she watching, had never seen a stallion either young or old have the least concern of embarrassment when needing to pee.
Jared walked in circles as he awaited Mr. Morrison, the farm owner to come. Then about dark, as Jared stood watching, into the barn walked Jennifer and her father to see the new animal.
"Fine looking stallion is he not, good conformation and his head looks Arabian. I would say he is an American Shetland, a mix breed between a Shetland mare and an Arabian Stallion. The final breed has the best of both worlds, strength, stocky while refined like Arabians. I think we could make good use of him for the time he is here, he being a healthy young stud, we could breed with several of our mares, his genes could better our stock."
"Oh Daddy can we keep him then," Jennifer pleading asked?
All this while the boyish mind reeled fear mixed with equine instincts, as a stallion stud had inklings of coming sensual feelings. Jared felt some embarrassment already from walking around naked, even if he knew he was a pony. He naked, hairy, having a tail, a mane, twitching ears, wiggling skin, standing on all fours, plus no privacy when he had to go; the worst yet to come when put behind a hobbled mare and let nature take its due course. The week filled with added chores, the biggest was her working the new stallion and getting broke for riding and used as a teaser to see how he would react when near a mare feeling her time of estrus.
All this time wondering and worried parents of Jared had called the Police, and they began a search for the missing boy.
The local news paper had the notice of the disappearance on its front page the next morning. They sent reports out to inquire of friends of Jared, and came to ask Jennifer many questions as where her friend might have gone.
Jennifer waited almost a week before considering to walking the distance and paying her respects. She rang the door bell, and Jared's mother came to the door. "I'm here to say how sorry I feel about Jared, said the sad faced girl."
A worried mother greeted her guest, she saying "Thank You Jenny, but we have not given up hope. The F.B.I. and local police are still interviewing people, they should find him. Jennifer do me a favor and close the garage door for me, and thanks much, you are a dear friend."
Jennifer walked over to the garage and about to lower the old wooden door when she saw on the bike seat a rather large and very bright silver coin. As a girl she could not give up a chance to have something so pretty. "Well she thought since Jared is not around to enjoy this I will keep it for him." As she picked it up the metal felt warm to the touch. "Huh, must have been in the sunlight," Jennifer thought, she put then the medallion into her pocket. Jennifer walked out the garage and then stopped, she noted then that the garage had no windows, she shook her head and pulled down the roll a way garage door, she having done her good deed turned round and began walking toward home.
By the time Jennifer arrived close to home, Mr. Morrison was looking for her and called her to supper. Running into the house she dropped her jacket and ran upstairs to wash. Jennifer was a considerate and respectable teenager, she washed and was quick to come to the dinner table. After the family said a prayer of thanks, the meal began, she told of her afternoon visiting Jared's mother and she told them how sorry she was......
Mrs. Morrison was a stern person and ran the house and kept the books for the farm. He had some concerns and asked Jennifer to check on the mares and that new stallion, as the mare should be in the barn for the night too!
"Oh," said Jennifer, she remembering that she had left the pony stallion in the big box stall this afternoon.
"Great, get a good stud and she cooks his brains all afternoon in a hot barn," said Mr. Morrison. "Go walk him around until you are sure he is OK."
The evening was turning cooler and Jennifer being careful of her health, grabbed her Jacket, and headed for the stable. She entered and went straight to the stall holding Jared. The pony was lying on his side and made no movements. "Oh don't be dead;" she cried as Jennifer knelt down beside the beautiful pony and when she touched his neck, Jared the pony jerked awake, eyes popped open, and he gave a soft whinnied hello.
Jennifer felt relieved, as she stood up, so did the pony stallion. Jennifer a warm and loving person, she gave a big hug around the pony neck of Jared, as she said to him, "Oh how I love you," she said and the boy that was a stallion pony got an erection from hearing her speak.
Doing as she was asked by her dad, Jennifer walked the stallion out the stable, and around the barnyard. All the time she walked him his erect cock swayed side to side. The boy was in love but his reaction happened stallion style.
As she walked him into the stable and put the pony in the large box stall, she noticed the pony had still a fully flared erection. Standing in the door way she put her hands in the jacket pocket and looking at the pony sporting such a massive an erection, she made a silly wish, she said, "If just to reward you for being so beautiful and loving, I would love to make you happy, I would I wish I were an American Shetland pony mare if just to share with you a full day...?"
The wish made, the medallion with pony shoe too was in her jacket pocket as both glowed and Jennifer fell to her knees.
On her knees, Jennifer caught sight directly of what her pony stallion had hanging erect from out his sheath. She suddenly mesmerized by the sight said to him, "Hey that looks neat stud," as uncharacteristically she pointed at then reached out and placed both hands around his erect stallion meat.
She felt aroused by her touch of the stallion erection, her arm, hand, and fingers beginning to make the transition from human arm to a pony foreleg and hoof.
Jennifer looked at her arm, now changing into a fore leg of a pony and felt fear. Her wish of desire was more a teenage sexual joke, but the medallion knew only of how to make changes to reality.
Jennifer felt the warmth of the glowing Medallion in her jacket pocket. Then she pulled her jacket off and then as fur and pony form raced up to her shoulder she peeled off more. The stallion nickered, as the girl stared at her own skin becoming black, blacker, and blackening. Spreading over her whole body was a wonderful summer coat of horse hair, it on her shoulders, chest, back, and moved to engulf neck and face. She moaned in fear and some in desire, as the changes happened without pain.
Standing up the girl walked to the stallion, he still with a raging hard. Jared' remembered his change to pony and the sensual feelings of animal form becoming his and he liked seeing Jennifer soon to be joining him.
As much as Jared Jennifer now knew the same joy and delight. As her head grew to equine she raised her forelegs to touch her face. The transformation worked its way into her chest, as ribs expanded and a barreling torso deflowered her slender female human form as what she was became like a pony.
Leaning against Jared and his flanks, she braced herself as hind legs formed. Thighs and a larger rounded rump bloomed. The strange feeling of a tailbone sprouting, tail hairs growing out, became as long flowing coarse hairs.
Her only discomfort as her sexual parts needed to move and rearranged, became those like a pony mare. Jennifer winced as breasts became an udder and her human nipples changed to small teats, they popped, while her vagina expanded.
Two hours exactly and since her wish the medallion had changed her form and lifestyle in one sweep.
Jared stood as an 11 hand high pony stallion and now Jennifer stood in her glory as a 9 hand high pony mare. The stallion and his new mare were both of the special Arabian/Shetland equine breed. Both ponies stood there one eying the other, and Jennifer still in denial from her magical change. Their animal breed looked as Arabian as if they were a full blooded Arabian horse, only a slight smaller. Although small in the legs, his fifth leg was equally as long as was an Arabian stallion.
The two friends circled each other taking inventory of the other. Jennifer was a roan color of a mare, exceptional of beauty, perfect in all the neatness of her new shape. Jared as his stallion self poured out his masculine scent as did Jennifer to him the newly fact she had become as much a mare as Jared was a stallion.
Time went by and Mr. Morrison came out to the barn looking for his daughter. "Hey, it is late, Jennifer? Time to come in now, said the father. He walking into the barn saw only one light as turned on and that nearest the stall holding the new found stallion. As he approached the stall door he saw a strange and unexpected sight that of torn and or hastily removed clothing was scattered in the aisle. Fatherly concerns ran wild as did his imagination at what he might see when he should open the door to the large box stall. The sexual thoughts filled his mind, a dad expecting to see a naked girl sensually at play with a pony stallion. Standing in the dark he wondered if he should approach.
Walking slowly and being rather guarded in eye sight, he walked toward the light and what he might see. Before he took three steps he saw the stallion rear up. Fearing his foolish daughter as if injured by the rouge pony, he ran toward the stall, looking inside he saw not a sign of his dear daughter, but there cowering in a corner stood a lovely roan mare, she the same exceptionally special a breed as was the stallion stud.
"What in God's name is going on here," a stunned father said, he then calling for Jennifer to appear, he yelled her name only to see the roan mare seem to shiver as if it were scared.
Angered, he turned toward the stallion, the stud standing there with his marvelous cock out in a fully flared erection, the shaft slick with the ruminants of his having mated with the roan mare.
Standing there Mr. Morrison stared at the stallion and said aloud, "I do not understand what is happening here!"
He stood there miffed, seemingly as if he was expecting either of the two ponies to say something and explain the situation.
Instead the stallion pony walked slowly to his claimed mare and she turned her rump toward his advance. He then with an bounce up mounted her, a half step forward and in with great ease went his shaft, he having his second romp with the mare, Mr. Morrison standing there as the audience.
Jared as pony stallion had lost control of his body as bestial instincts rode herd over the human moral ideals. Jennifer too was not in control, her mare body felt the need as the rank scent of the aroused stallion offered her instinctive thoughts the hope of some comfort. As stallion stood mounted, humping and grunting his pelvic thrusts, the pretty mare began to rock her torso, she meeting the forward moves and guiding the male organ ever deeper into her horny body.
A wild twenty minutes of bliss and sensation, the stallion blowing his load, slowly pulled out of the mare as if a different mindset was suddenly in control of the animal. The stallion pulled out of the mare and stood again soundly on all fours as he strode toward the man watching
Jared not knowing how to communicate of who and what he was once, had a thought, and then bowed to Mr. Morrison, the stallion leaning forward got down on one fore knee as if to pay the man due homage. If this was not stunning enough, the mare slowly strolled over and licked the hand of he who was her human father, as then she followed what Jared did, and on one knee she bowed in homage and submission for her foolish errors.
Both stallion and mare bowed and looked up to see the fear filled eyes to Mr. Morrison. Overcome with questions, his knees buckled and he too flopped down but on his butt, he almost eye to eye with mare and her stallion.
"Jennifer?" Mr. Morrison said, he making a question as if by some higher power he knew the mare was really his dear daughter, she transformed somehow, being a mare, the same mare that just let the stallion mate her.
"How, as how did you become a mare, no, I must be going plum nuts, but I see her clothing and a mare I do not own, with a stallion I do not own, having just mated, and who might you be, Jared, you are this stallion pony!"
Jennifer's father looked nervous and for a lot of good reasons. He sat there wringing his hands, as he began reaching at and grabbing hold, gathered the torn clothing, they little more than being just rags.
A warm feeling in a pocket brought his attention. Pulling out the medallion along with the pony shoe, he looked at it as he was watched by his newest mare.
The power pulsed in the medallion as he held it up to the face of his mare daughter. He asking her, said, "Does this have anything to do with your situation?"
Just then the barn phone rang. He jumped up to get it and said, "Yes, oh ah hello dear!"
The call from his wife in the main house who was reminding him she was going to bed early. As Jennifer and he could come when done with chores, he answered her and said, "Yes, yes dear we will be in later."
Walking back to the stud and his pony daughter he closed the just the lower half of the Dutch door to their box stall. "Good night Jennifer and friend Jared, I have lingering hopes to see my daughter as she should be come the morning."
That said Mr. Morrison walked away, he leaving the two as ponies to appreciate their present selves in whatever way they might feel a need. He switched off the one light, walked out of the barn and slide closed the barn door.
Jared nickered to his mate, she seemingly understanding the equine sound as a come here, or come and play. Jennifer feeling a little remorse turned and followed her love into the blackness of the stall. Jared began again his stallion intent of not wasting a rank mare when one was available, but Jennifer and her then exceptional ability to hear, heard her father wandering outside the barn, he miffed, was talking to himself, arguing what he should, could, or would need do come morning.
As Mr. Morrison walked around the barnyard talking to self and kicking stones with his shoe, he looking up, saw there his pair of prize winning draft horses still at the pasture gate, they awaiting to go to their stalls.
George and Grace had been his best pair of Percheron draft horses he ever owned. The pair showed up at an auction about six years ago and he bid on them. A strange affair since the auctioneer had no notice of the pair or their owner.
Clipping a rein to Gracie by her bridle, he led her into a barn and down to her usual stall. Then he returned to get George. As he turned the corner of the barn he saw George in stallion delight masturbating his twenty plus inch long cock. Walking close Mr. Morrison stroked the face of the dapple gray and black stallion.
"You got the horny hot feelings there George? Well, tonight my daughter somehow became a mare. I am sure that this medallion thing had something to do with it!" Mr. Morrison said, while he let the huge stallion continue to enjoy the moment until he was spent.
"What could have gone through my daughter in the head that she would become a mare, a horse, an animal? Hey old stud, wow you really got that thing a pumping and a bumping, the old gal got your blood all stirred up today. Yea, I can remember when my misses could get me hot and bothered. Our getting it in never required I beat the meat like do you! Yea those were the days, maybe that is why and or how Jennifer made use of this silver big coin to become a mare?" Mr. Morrison said as to his Percheron stallion George, he removing the silver big coin from his pocket had the stallion see it, the elder horse forgetting his sexual fling and tried then at grabbing the coin with his big lips.
"Hey, you stop that, this is mine or was in the pocket of the jacket worn by Jennifer. What is it, you are all upset there big boy, calm, calm down, what?" Mr. Morrison said and as much asked, he wondering why the big stud would suddenly become so passionate for the silver coin, "Hey wait! You and Gracie, the two of you just showed up at the county stock auction, no sale papers, no owner ever found, and now seeing this silver coin you want to grab at it! Was, was this coin yours, are you two horses once as man and wife?" Mr. Morrison asked, knowing the impossibility of his question he assuredly did not expect an answer from an ignorant animal.
What he did not expect he got anyway, as George the Percheron draft horse did lower his head and pressed the huge horse face into the chest of his owner.
"No, no way, this cannot not be true, stop that, control yourself, if you are what you imply then with your right hind hoof tap it five times to signal this is how you became as horse." Mr. Morrison said, and stepping back and away from the huge animal he looked to see if the big beast had enough smarts and understanding to do what he needed to speak of reality.
Watching, Mr. Morrison looked and stared as the big horse lifted his right hind leg and with the very gingerly a tap, George tapped his hind hoof five times at the dusty ground.
"Holy cow, George you were, and Gracie too, you both were human and somehow by the use of this coin, you wished to be each as stallion and a mare! Yea, makes sense, maybe being of mature years you might fantasy together a silly wish and by the coin having the power, you two became as horses, my horses, my prized pair of Percheron draft horses, you won the grand prize four years in a row, but what now?" Mr. Morrison said as asked of George, the farm owner thinking, his own life in a shambles with his daughter having become a pretty mare, she might be pregnant with a pony foal?
Mr. Morrison stepped again close to the head of George. He standing 16 hands high was so large, that to be close seemed proper to face his large head and face.
Mr. Morrison was so sad he began to feel foolish a thought, something so very melancholy, if he had stopped to think it through, he might have left everything as it was, but he said then, George, if I gave you a chance to again become human, if only for say a week or so, would you like to trade with me our bodies and lifestyle?" He had not long to await an answer, as George pumped his huge head up and down as if to readily agree.
"You decided then," Mr. Morrison said, he taking hold of the silver coin and it like welded then to the pony shoe, he said, "I wish that George the Percheron stallion and I could exchange bodies, he being as me and I as him, an exchange to allow us each to better know how the other lives, as for one!" That the wish said, the adding of a codicil, an extra supplemental course of returning one back to their original forms he never did get the chance to say.
"Ouch, that thing gets hot when, huh, will you look at me! Thank you Mr. Morrison, a very fair trade, as Gracie and I were in our eighties when we made a silly wish happen. Your body is but not fifty yet, and still young, healthy, I thank you, now let me walk you to your stall and there say a hello to my Gracie." So said Mr. Morrison of his voice and bodily self to he who was Mr. Morrison standing there stunned and gaining a stallion erection as a sign he felt excited.
The previous male who was as a stallion looked up, he smiled at the then stallion, he said, "You were quite correct, I had that lucky coin, it helped me with wishing me a fortune of animals for our farm, we selling it the week before the county fair. I felt sad for our need to sell the farm, and when at the fair we felt sad together, seeing the horse auction, I with coin in hand did make a wish that Gracie and I could be as two horses of the same breed, a perfect pair they would not wish to split, and we would be sold to a farm to lived out our lives in calm and peaceful means.
You did my wish proud, as the old folk's home was a whole bit worse than life living in your clean barn. I, we learned to appreciate our being as horse, me with my huge cock I was given to mate with Gracie, but you mated me often with other draft mares, I had a lot of good fun the dear wife could not deny me of doing.
Yup, thanks, I look forward to a few good nights of rest in a real bed!" As that all said, he who was George did leave his previous owner to living as does a Percheron stallion, he then quite horny and feeling the passions and lust that does a stallion.
"Well for a week or more you can be the stud and I will be a man", again!" The new Mr. Morrison said with a thoughtful tone.
He left all there in the barn. His darling mare wife began to whinny rather than speak her thoughts of what her husband had become. He waved to her and slide closed the barn door, walking with a spring in his step to the main house.
Once in the house, he who was originally as Frank Pritchard thought of look around the house, remember the layout, as come the morning he would need then to talk with a woman he knew only very little. He and his wife had owned a small farm before they disappeared without a trace six years ago. The coin had rearranged their forms and with that it changed their lives. As draft animals their life was simple and all bodily needs met by their kindly owner, Mr. Morrison.
Frank had exchanged bodies' with Mr. Morrison as he felt remorse by the loss of his pretty daughter to her gain of an equine form.
Frank slapped his young and strong chest, he saying then, "Damn good body, I thank you Mister Morrison for a chance like this. I did enjoy becoming a stallion horses. Yet for this moment I find true enjoyment in standing as man."
Jennifer and Jarred not knowing the happening outside the barn had watched and heard the manly form talk to the draft horse as if he were new there. They disregarded the Percheron horses, as the two young friends had more exciting plans for their one long evening together and as ponies.
As morning sunlight gleamed into the barn it shown onto a sleeping roan mare. She stirring in the hay she began to reform to her human self and as the old grandfather clock in barn office struck eight she awoke. Sitting up, Jennifer was stunned to see her human self. Hands ran down what last night were hind legs. She rubbed her vagina still remembering the full feeling of the pony stallion cock stretching her to the hilt. She ached a little, the thought of how he rutted her, they having such great sex, and her absolute thrill of having sex for the first time.
Jennifer sat there massaging what Jared had made sore, she remembered her father had picked up the magical coin. She knew in her heart that she would again want to spend some time as a roan mare. Her stallion lay looking at his foregone mate and nickered to her his sense of love. Jennifer thinking of her bow as if possibly soon to be a daddy and her stallion, she did about the same sort of sound.
Turning she laid down on the straw floor and smoothed her hand over his hairy face, sniffed the scent still on her hand from the wild night, she asked, "Jarred is this you?"
A soft whinny from Jared as he reached over and licked her hand, and with a scramble of legs he then stood on all fours, stepped close, placing his head to her breasts, dipping his muzzle to sniff at her crotch. Jennifer sat there in a thrill of passionate feelings, she well able to see as one long Arabic pony cock dropped into view.
Soft but firm the member grew to be stiffly erect and ready. The stallion whinnied again and tried to kiss her cheek. Jennifer was sure that the new stallion and stud was her missing friend Jarred.
Their night of sensual exchange followed by lust and passion caused her to reach out and give a loving stroke to the aching member. "I can hardly believe that you were buried into me with this thing. You were right up to having your leathery sheath touching on my vagina, Wow!"
Just then the morning silence was broken by a horse scream whinny. Jennifer jumped up naked and searched for her clothes. They were as rags, torn from her fast growth of body, she finding a few things that survived and donned them to cover her naked body. When dressed somewhat, she walked toward horse who made all the noise.
"George!" Jennifer called as she saw him contort and walk in circles. The stallion shook his neck and mane. Flicking his tail he walked round and round. The draft horse size cock erect and swinging wildly. Snorting and snuffing the animal seemed upset.
Jennifer stepped into the stall as the big horse suddenly stopped and stood alert. "Hey big boy what is wrong," asked Jennifer in a soft calm voice.
Her night of pure animal lust gave new meaning to the stallion having an erect cock. "You need some relief I see, Hmm! Looking about she spied The sorrel mare Rachel and walked the mare into the stall to be with George.
"This girl is in need of your attention!"
The ten hand high mare was eager and lifting her tail presented George with a glorious sight. Her vulva glistened with wet slick juices; she winked her sexual lips inviting the stallion.
Mr. Morrison had placed a mare with stallion hundreds of times. He knew he was human and this seemed wrong. Yet body of a Percheron stallion and stud had different ideas. His body and the horse brain won out quickly. George still erect and cock end flared he bounced up on her rump, and plunged into the depths of their mutual lust.
Meanwhile, Frank Pritchard now the owner of Mr. Morrison's body found a less than loving wife in Mrs. Morrison. "Bitch, Bitch, woman you are a pain," he said at morning breakfast.
Frank got really mad and walked out the back door. "That's right go visit those damn horses, maybe they will give you what I can't," said the Misses."
As Frank walked he pulled the silver coin from his pocket. His thumb rubbed the shinny object and he said, "I wish for Mrs. Morrison to be pleased and switch bodies with Gracie, and let that arguing female learn what it is to be a mare!"
A flash of lightning and no thunder, suddenly Mrs. Morrison called from the back door. "Frank Pritchard you get in here!"
In the barn a stomping mare named as Gracie bucked and kicked as she realized her exchange to being in a horse form.
"Frank it is you, it is you, you are human again and you got me back to being a woman, how nice!" Said Grace, she transferred by the magic coin, was not a mare, the exchange made.
Having showered and returning to rejoin her parents and explain much, Jennifer stands awestruck at the bathroom doorway. She has seen and heard enough, knowing more then of the magic coin and its powers; she realizes her parents are as stallion and mare Percheron draft horses.
Eyes turn to look at the girl who is not a relation to the spirits inhabiting the bodies of her natural parents.
"Jennifer, nice, sweet girl that you are, would you enjoy living in the stable and with Jared there to tickle your fanciful big vulva?" Posed what body was her mother but living inside was a woman who knew the lusty lifestyle of a mare.
Jennifer tried to say no, but as much of what she remembered her time with Jared her head slowly defied her will and she nodded a positive yes, instead.
Frank took from his overalls the coin, he looked at Jennifer, then began to thumb rub the powers alive to do his bidding. "You have a choice, I shall not force you, but I can sympathize, the sensations of being an animal are very provocative indeed. Now if you are ready