Artifacts, Chapter 16, The Grimoire, Hee-haw!
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Artifacts, Chapter 16, The Grimoire, Hee-haw!
By William W. Kelso
Brennan was excited, more excited then he'd ever been in his life. It worked, it really worked!! The potion he'd made from instructions in that weird old book had actually WORKED! He'd found it tucked between two books on a shelf at the public library, and since it didn't have a library label or tag on it he'd stuck it in his pack and 'borrowed' it. The main reason had been the rather weird; and often arousing, pictures drawn in it. The one of the guy with a donkey dick was wild, but then he'd started actually reading it. He could tell it was really old and all hand written, the pictures too. And some of the content was written in some old language he couldn't read; it looked like Italian or something, but most was in English. It was a weird English though, with lots of funny words like 'thee', 'thou', and 'shalt'. But he could read it, more or less. It almost looked like a diary of some kind, and he was pretty sure more than one person had written stuff in it. Some was easy to read, other parts were almost impossible. Some of it looked like a retard, or some illiterate, had written stuff in it. The title was "Grimoire", whatever the heck that was.
It hadn't taken him long to figure out it was some sort of a spell book, like from Harry Potter or something. He'd hadn't really gotten into that kind of stuff, his main interest being video and PC games, but it was interesting as Hell. He couldn't really figure out the spells though, and didn't want to have anything to do with trying to summon a demon or some boogey man. He knew that would be a bad idea. But the potions, they sounded interesting. There were a bunch of 'recipes' for them scattered throughout the book, everything from love potions to ones that would give you good luck. But it was the 'transformation' ones that were the most interesting. He'd always had fantasies about being able to turn into an animal, like a werewolf or something. But one stood out above all the others, according to it you could change yourself into any animal you wanted, then back to human, as often as you wanted. And not just one animal, but a different one each time if you wanted. That sounded so cool! And the ingredients were amazingly simple and easy to get. He wasn't sure what a couple of them were, but was able to figure it out using Wikipedia on the net. It would be easy!
It took him a couple of days to get most of the ingredients, and then he had to wait about a week for one to arrive in the mail. He had to order seeds for one plant that didn't grow locally, but figured they'd be OK since he didn't want to wait for them to sprout. All the spell said was some ground powder from the plant, so the seeds should work. And he was right. He mixed a large batch of the 'potion', added water, and ended up with a thick greenish-brown liquid that smelled horrible. Supposedly it would last forever though, and never lose its 'potency'. Then he made the 'antidote' that would return anyone who used the transformation potion to their human form. You took the one potion to become an animal, then after you got tired of being an animal you took the antidote. Simple. It was probably a bunch of bullshit, but it was fun to mess around with, and...who knew? Now there remained only one thing to do according to the directions, he had to get some blood, or a 'body part' from the animal he wished to become. Then you were supposed to mix it with some of the potion, take it, and 'voila'!
Holding up the bottle of murky 'potion' he looked at it: and thought, OK, what animal do I want to try first?? A dog, a cat?? Then he heard the 'whir-clicking' sound of the wheel in his pet rat George's cage. A rat?? Why not? And he had the final 'ingredient' right there in his room; he could do it here, right now! So he got George out of his cage and using some scissors cut a couple of hairs from the friendly rats back; then gave George the run of the room. Mixing the hairs into a glass of the potion; it fizzed and dissolved instantly, he got ready to take it, making sure to leave another small glass of antidote out as well. Looking at George, who was standing on his haunches looking up at him, he raised the glass in salute, and said, "Here goes nothing!" And drank the potion. Yuck! It tasted as gross as it smelled, and he hoped it wouldn't make him sick.
At first he thought he'd made a horrible mistake and had poisoned himself when some really bad cramps started in his stomach, then spread to the rest of his body. He tried to use the phone to call 911 for help, but couldn't hold onto it as the convulsions and cramps got worse as he staggered around the room. He'd watched in amazement as coarse hairs erupted from his skin, quickly turning to fur as they flowed over his body in a fuzzy wave, his fingers and toes cramping as claws pushed out of their tips, and then his clothes started getting lose and baggy, and tripping he fell in a heap. The rest of the change was spent in the dim light his clothes let in as he struggled, squealing and eeeking frantically until he managed to claw his way free of their heavy smothering weight. Sitting up he looked at himself in delighted amazement. It worked, I'm a rat! A big white rat!! Note to self: Next time take clothes off before taking potion! He inspected his new body, the soft white fur, long pink scaly looking tail, thin toes with sharp claws, staring down his long muzzle the whole time, his moist pink nose sniffing, sensitive whiskers twitching. And he soon caught a scent he recognized, another rat! George!
He turned and found the other rat was watching him with an apparently shocked look on its muzzle, mouth open. "George?" He tried to say, but it came out as "Eee-eeek?" The other rat hesitantly approached, its demeanor friendly, and soon Brenan was nuzzling and sniffing the other rat as they said 'Hi' in rat body language. And he figured out something else rather quickly, George smelled different, because 'George' was a girl rat! He'd never really noticed before, but there was no doubt about it. And she was a lonely girl rat, and was VERY glad to see him. As his penis slid out of its sheath, he thought, oh my, that feels... good.
One thing led to another, and Brennan squeaked in pleasure as he mounted "George" and started energetically fucking her, he had no real choice in the matter. He was in an animal's body, and its needs and instincts were very strong. Besides, it felt unbelievable! He was; or had been, a virgin, but had jacked off to pictures in girly magazines more than once, but hadn't gotten a girlfriend yet. But that was nothing compared to this as far as pleasure went! He closed his eyes; nose buried in her soft fur, squeaking in ecstasy as he humped the girl rat. It didn't take very long by human standards before he reached his first orgasm, but for him it seemed to last forever. And when he finally felt his rather large balls straining, and felt cum blast into his squealing mate he almost passed out from the intensity of that first orgasm. It had been the most pleasurable thing he'd ever experienced, and he wanted more. He was quite pleased to find he was almost insatiable, and fucked George several more times before he was spent, several more wondrously pleasurable times. Then he realized what time it was, his parents would be home from work any minute! And if they found TWO rats running around loose he'd be in deep shit, especially two mating rats! He always got yelled at if they found he'd let George out of his, er, her cage. But, time for one more round! Oh yess; he thought as he gripped her tightly, his hind quarters pumping rapidly, it felt SO GOOD! Oh yesssss!! EEE-EEE-EEEEEEKKKK!
He had a little trouble reaching the glass of antidote, but found that rats were excellent climbers. The return to human form didn't take as long, and wasn't as painful as the change to a rat had been. He started out on all fours, stood up as his body contorted and swelled, and he was human again as the last of his fur receded. George; or Georgette as he now thought of her, had watched in amazement as her 'mate' had turned into a huge pink hairless monster! He picked her up, gave her a loving kiss on her nose, and put her back in her cage. Then he slipped his clothes back on just as Mom drove up in the drive. That; he thought, had been fucking awesome! The potion had worked, AND he'd gotten laid; six times!
That had been two weeks ago, and every day after school he'd taken the potion again, and spent the afternoons mating with Georgette, both of them squealing in pleasure. He couldn't get enough, it felt so good, rat sex ruled! But now there was a problem, she was pregnant! He could tell from her scent, and finally she didn't want him to fuck her anymore despite his advances. He had really mixed feeling about that, especially after she gave birth to half a dozen pups. I'm a daddy; he knew, a rat daddy! He made sure his 'family' was as comfortable as possible, and fortunately the babies didn't have any human traits that he could see. That would have been just too weird if one of the 'kids' stood up and said 'Dada!". Evidently when he was a rat he had a rat's sperm, thank goodness for that! But he'd take care of them for sure; after all, they WERE his kids. But now the problem was, he was horny! He'd loved the sex, the incredible pleasure of coupling with a female, feeling his hardness inside her slick hot sex, a warm furry body pinned under him as he fucked her. He wanted more! But Georgette was off limits, at least for now. And if sex as a rat was so good, what would it be like with other animals? And WHAT other animals? Georgette was the only 'pet' the family had, and he didn't want to just run around the neighborhood trying to hump any female that came along. He might get taken to the pound or something. He even thought about getting another girl rat, or maybe two, but his parents nixed that idea. And they wanted to know how 'George' had gotten pregnant if she was the only rat in the house!? He just shrugged his shoulders, and said "I dunno." Then a 'miracle' came along one night after dinner. Right out of the blue. They were eating dinner when his Dad suddenly said,
"How'd you like to spend a couple of weeks at Uncle Tom's ranch? He's invited you to come there now that school's out for the summer."
Brennan's immediate impulse was to say 'No way!' He hated the countryside, all the nasty bugs and plants. Any time he went camping or visited any of the parks he always got covered in skeeter bites and poison Ivy. But...his uncle raised...horses! What would sex as a stallion be like?? He'd seen plenty of horse dicks before, they were freakin huge! He felt his cock stir as the thought of being hung like that. So he said,
"Yeah, I guess so. Can I bring Georgette? You know, keep an eye on her and the pups."
"Well, sure." His Dad replied, obviously a little surprised as usually his son had to be dragged kicking and screaming if they were going more than a mile from the house. "That's great, I'll call Uncle Tom and we'll set up a time."
That had been three weeks ago, and now he was there. He'd waved as Dad and Mom had left, then followed Uncle Tom into the large 'ranch house'; looked like any old two story house to him, and gotten settled into his room. Uncle Tom's two daughters tolerated his presence pretty well, so long as he didn't mess with their 'stuff'; like he had any interest in it anyway. He wasn't into cross-dressing or wearing makeup. Even better, they thought Georgette and her babies; which were now running around exploring, were 'cute'. And Georgette was 'receptive' again. So he spent his first night at his Uncle's as a rat, delighted to find his 'mate' was as horny as he was again, their soft squeals and squeaks of ecstasy too faint to be heard as they made up for lost time. He nibbled her ears as he slowly fucked her; his mate squealing softly in pleasure, dragging it out as long as he could. He doubted most male rats took so long to service a female, but Georgette didn't seem to mind at all, and as an almost painful orgasm racked his straining body he closed his eyes and grunted in ecstasy. Oh man, it was so unbelievably pleasurable! But he could hardly wait to pay the horses a 'visit'. He'd have to real careful though, it was one thing to be a rat, quite another to be a horse. For one thing he'd certainly be a lot more 'visible'. He was sure Uncle Tom would freak if he found a strange stallion humping his mares.
And now he finally had his chance. His Uncle and Aunt Betty had gone onto town to a livestock auction and would be gone all day. His two cousins had disappeared as soon as their parents were out of sight, one of their friends coming to pick them up. He had solemnly agreed to 'keep an eye on everything' while they were gone. So now he was all alone and had several hours to...have fun. Going out to the main barn he'd stripped and hidden his clothes in the hayloft, then prepared the potion with some hairs from a curry comb. They dissolved instantly. He made sure to have the antidote ready too. Then he took the potion. He'd gotten used to the discomfort of the change, but it was even worse this time as he swelled and grew in size, it felt like his skin was going to split,and it really hurt as his hands and feet cramped into hooves. And soon he realized he'd goofed. The hairs he'd used had come from a curry comb, and when the confused discomfort of the change had faded he took a look at himself, and gave a surprised "Haaww-aw-aw-aw!" He'd used a MULE'S hairs! He was a big Jackass! Well, shit! His knew his uncle raised mule teams for pulling heavy wagons, but it never occurred to him to check what kind of hairs he was using in the potion. But he soon realized he was still very much a male as he scented the mares and Jennies, and gave a grunt of amazed pleasure as he felt something huge stirring between his hind legs. It really wasn't breeding season yet, but that had not bothered Georgette; she had been eager to have him service her, and to his delight the mares and Jennies seemed just as interested in a fine well hung mule Jack. Maybe it was part of the spell?? Any female would want him, whether they were in estrus or not.
He picked a pretty young sorrel mare as his first 'mate', snuffling at her flanks and rear as they both grew more aroused. The mare seemed a little confused; but was also receptive, and as he reared up and mounted her he gave a loud bray of sexual euphoria. Oh yessss, this was FANTASTIC!! He grunted and squealed as his huge cock slid between the wet rubbery lips of the mare's pussy, sliding deeply into her body. He was quite large for a mule; the hairs he used coming from a draft mule; and after a few lunges he hilted with a snort of pleasure, then began fucking the mare with a slow steady rhythm. He knew he could have reached release very quickly, but did his best to draw it out. The feeling of his huge cock throbbing inside her as he fucked her; his balls aching to be drained, was incredible. But after several minutes he could hold back no longer, and with a squeal began humping her faster and faster, and as he orgasmed he brayed in ecstasy, the mare's shrill whinny of pleasure as loud as his own. As the ecstasy faded he dismounted; his cock sliding free in a spray of sexual fluids, and stood next to her as they both breathed heavily as they came down from their sexual highs. Then he went in search of the next 'lucky' lady. The Jenny was as happy to see him as the mare had been, squealing in pleasure as he mounted her. Oh yeah; he thought, grunting as he fucked her, oh yeahhh!
Finally spent and exhausted after having covered the fifth female he took the antidote and returned to his human form. Man; he thought, I smell like a mule! Taking a hot shower he fell into bed and slept until his Aunt and Uncle returned. He could hardly walk as he went downstairs for dinner, but no one seemed to notice.
Every time he got a chance he 'visited' the barn, braying in pleasure as he serviced mares and Jennies as often as possible. He tried a horse stallion's form once, but found he preferred the mule. For one thing, its cock was even larger, and it seemed insatiable; the stallion had run dry after only three couplings. The mule was good for five, or even six, matings in a day. Then there came a 'gift from God'. His Aunt and Uncle wanted to take a few of their prize winning horses to a show over the weekend, and his cousins did their usual disappearing act as boys were much more interesting than running the ranch in their parents absence. Besides, Cousin Brennan could run things for a couple of days, right? Right, you bet, no problemo! It was perfect, it was his last weekend at the ranch, and he'd have it all to himself! All he had to do was make sure the stock had water and feed, and the rest of it was 'free' time. He'd be able to take his time too, instead of fucking as many females as fast as possible before his relatives came home in a few hours. He planned on spending the whole weekend as a mule. And he'd make another amazing discovery the last time he'd paid a trip to the barn.
Brennan had found out that if he turned back into a human, then took the potion again his mule form would be just as horny as before, even though he'd just fucked five or six females. The potion refilled his balls! Now he could fuck to his heart's content, as often as he wanted! So he started as soon as he was alone, and every few hours took the antidote, then the transformation potion again, the barn echoing to equine whinny's and brays of ecstasy as he serviced female after female late into the night.
He rested his head on the back of the Jenny he was currently servicing, grunting and groaning in pleasure as he lunged into his squealing mate, her scent filling his nostrils. He'd never get tired of this, it was heaven! But he was finally getting tired; even a mule could get worn out, magic potion or no magic potion. What was she, number thirty for the day?? He gave a deep grunt, shuddering in ecstasy as his cock pulsed and filled the Jenny with his cum, and then dismounted with a final bray of pleasure. He stood for awhile as his cock went flaccid and pulled up inside of him; the odd feeling very pleasurable just by itself, and then walked over to the bale of hay with the antidote in a small bowl, lapped it up, then after he was human again he made sure the animals were taken care of, and went to the house to eat and get some sleep. As it turned out he didn't get much sleep, Georgette was very demanding that evening, the 'kids' watching in interest as their parents mated several times. He'd get started early in the morning since tomorrow was the last day.
He got up early, ate, fed and watered the animals, and stripping he hid his clothes, and took the potion. He flicked his tail in anticipation as he approached his first 'lover' of the day, oh yeah, going to fuck even more of them today! With a bray of pleasure he mounted the eager mare; the females had come to enjoy his attentions. He thought it was kind of funny, the stallions didn't seem to know what the Hell was going on. Their loss! He nibbled at the mare's mane as he fucked her, ohhhh God, yeah! This was fantastic! He could do this the rest of his life; he thought as he lunged into her again and again! What animal next?? Maybe a Ram, or a bull! Maybe he'd get a job at the zoo; that would be perfect! A different kind of animal every day! God, what would be like as an elephant?? Or a lion?? Uggghhh, oohhhhh, "HAAAWW-AW-AW-AWWWW!" Yessss!! "AW-AW-AW-AWWW!!"
Breathing heavily he dismounted from the Jenny, standing with his head down as his penis slid back up inside him. Oh man; he thought, I am beat!! He'd broken his 'record' from the day before, thirty FIVE fucking times! But that was it, and his cousins or their mom and dad would be back fairly soon. Time to clean up, but boy was he tired. The Jenny leaned against him as they rested, and slowly they fell asleep.
"Well, well, what have we here?" A surprised sounding voice said.
Brennan woke up with a snort, w-wha...where?? Oh SHIT! He'd fallen asleep! "Snort!" Raising his large head he found his uncle looking at him, one of his cousins standing behind her father.
"I don't know dad," his cousin said, "I came home, and here he was in Brownie's stall, sound asleep. Someone must have dropped him off or something, maybe to be trained with a team."
"Yeah, but who?" Uncle Tom said, "I wasn't expecting any deliveries, and where the heck is Brennan?"
"Probably asleep," his cousin replied, "that's all he ever does."
SHIT! Brennan thought; they caught me! But wait a minute, they don't' KNOW it's me! I'm just some old mule. I'll wait until they leave, take the antidote, then act as surprised as they are about the mysterious 'vanishing' mule. Then his uncle did something he hadn't been expecting, he shut and barred the gate to the pen he was in!
"Come on honey," Uncle Tom said, "Let's go find Brennan and see if he knows anything about our mystery mule."
SHIT, Brennan thought as he tried to open the gate. He reached over the top as far as he could with his head, but the bar was inside a kind of tube and he couldn't open it with just his lips and tongue. It was designed so a horse or mule couldn't get out, no matter how smart they were. Frustrated, he thought about trying to jump out, but the pen was too small with two animals in it to get up any momentum, and just squatting and jumping that way wouldn't work either, he'd probably break a leg. And there was no way he could kick it down, it was all metal poles. SHIT!! Giving a mournful bray he finally settled down. Well, looks like I'm stuck here for the night. At least I'm not alone, though. This might not be too bad; he was starting to feel a little horny again. They'd have to open the pen sometime; they usually let the stock out in the morning to graze in the paddocks, so he could get to the antidote then as soon as he was alone. But for now; he snuffled at the Jenny's rump, oh yeah! Ready again! With a bray of pleasure he mounted the Jenny, hilted, and started fucking her hard and fast, oh yeahhh!! The pleasure was incredible as always.
Brennan was so busy humping the Jenny he didn't notice at first as his uncle and cousins came back into the barn, until he heard them calling his name. But by then it was too late for him to stop, he was nearing orgasm and completely committed to finishing servicing the Jenny. He felt horribly embarrassed as his relatives watched him 'mating' with the squealing Jenny, even though there was no way they could know it was him. But he couldn't stop, grunting and squealing in pleasure as he fucked the Jenny, his climax rapidly approaching. He came with a guttural bray of pleasure, and then dismounted as soon as he could, cum still pulsing from his cock in long gooey ropes. Oh God, he thought, they SAW me! Saw me having sex, with a horse! How embarrassing!
"Wow," he heard his cousin say, "I didn't know they could do that!"
"Well, a mule Jack can if they still have their balls," his uncle said, "they have the equipment and the urges, but you know they can't make foals since they're sterile. I'm surprised his owner didn't have him fixed."
"I know," his cousin said, "but I didn't think Becky, or the other mares and Jennies, were in heat yet."
"They're not," Uncle Tom said, "But sometimes some stallions will mate out of season, but it's rare. First time I've seen a mule Jack do it though."
One of his cousins giggled, and said, "He sure looked like he was enjoying himself, didn't he?" His other cousin giggled, "And Becky too! Hee-haw!" Oh God; Brennan thought, it's a good thing I can't blush!
"Well, show's over." His uncle said, "Come on, let's find your wayward cousin. He's got to be around here somewhere."
Brennan tried to open the pen's gate again after they left, but didn't have any better luck this time. SHIT! He thought. Being a mule for sex was great, but this SUCKED! After awhile he realized he was hungry; starving actually; and watching the Jenny eating the feed in the trough and munching at the hay made him curious as to what it might taste like. Well, he had to eat, so he gave it a try. The feed wasn't that bad, but the hay was kind of blah. Soon he was munching away next to his last 'mate', cheeks bulging with hay and feed as he ate contentedly. Not bad, he decided. Then later after 'lights out' they both stayed up quite late, the barn loud with grunts and squeals of equine pleasure.
The next morning when his cousins came to let out the stock to graze for the day in the field or paddocks he was disappointed when they left him in the pen. They let out the Jenny, but shut the gate when he tried to follow. Damn it; he thought, how will I get to the antidote if I'm locked up?! And it got worse when sheriff's deputies showed up and poked around, ignoring the large mule who watched them. I am SO in deep shit; Brennan thought, what am I going to tell everybody when I just show up after being missing a few days? Shit, shit, SHIT! Frustrated; he gave a loud bray, startling one of the deputies.
Brennan munched some hay as he dozed, it got hot in barn around midday, but then he flicked his ears as he heard a car pull up outside the barn. He was really getting worried now; he'd been locked in the pen for a week now. He'd heard his parents come and go; his mom crying, and felt like a total dickhead. But he couldn't get out of the damn pen; every time he tried they headed him off. They knew how to handle 'ornery' critters, as his uncle had described him once after he made a break for it. This sucked; he was TIRED of being a stupid mule! Spending the days and nights in a stall, doing nothing but eating and shitting, was BORING!! He wanted to play WoW! He was kept alone too, so didn't even have a mare or Jenny to fuck now. He stirred from his midday nap when he heard someone enter the barn; but pretty much ignored his uncle at first, that is until he realized his uncle wasn't alone. The new man; someone he didn't know, headed for another part of the barn, and his uncle came into his pen and hooked a lead rope on the hackamore they'd put on him a few days ago.
"Come on, you." His uncle said, "And behave!"
Yessir; Brennan thought, as he docilely let his uncle lead him to another stall. This one was different, much narrower. He didn't care for it, there was no way he could turn around without backing up, and they put a kind of bar over his head to limit his movement. The new man started to look him over, lifting his legs to examine his hooves, and patted his flanks and neck as he inspected him. He let the guy force his mouth open; thinking about trying to bite, but figured he'd better behave himself. But he gave a grunt of displeasure when the man hefted his balls and felt him up though; perv! What kind of sicko got off on feeling up mules?
"Well, what do you think doc?" Uncle Tom asked.
"Well, he's certainly a big brute, at least sixteen hands high." The man said, "And he's in perfect health too. No brand or tattoos though, and he's never been shod. You say he just turned up one day, out of the blue?"
"Yep," Uncle Tom said, "damnest thing. He just turned up in one of the pens, the same day my nephew went missing."
"I heard about that, any news?" The man said.
"Nope, they're still looking." Uncle Tom said. "They figure someone grabbed him right out of the house; makes me mad I wasn't home, we shouldn't have left him alone like that."
Brennan lowered his head, wishing he could tell his uncle that, hey, it's me! I'm right here! But of course he couldn't, he couldn't do ANYthing! He was just a stupid mule. This sucked so bad. He'd have to find a way somehow though, this couldn't go on much longer. He was SICK of being a 'dumb animal'. It sucked.
"Well," Uncle Tom said, "I put in papers on him, and they said if you couldn't find any markings or something to indicate who he belongs to I could have him since I've been approved to adopt unwanted and abandoned animals. They say someone probably knew that, so just dumped him here. And as long as you're here I'd like to get him fixed though, it will be breeding season soon and I don't want a horny mule Jack on my hands. I'm planning on teaming him with the only other mule I've got that's his size, and they're a perfect match, even their markings are identical. He almost looks like a clone of Buster."
Brennan wasn't paying much attention as he moped, feeling sorry for himself, but took notice with the strange man suddenly slipped a heavy strap around one of his hind legs just above the hoof and tightened it, then took his other leg and lifted it up before securing it as well. What is that asshole doing: he wondered? He grunted in disapproval, but couldn't do much about it, the pen was too narrow and he could barely move; and it was an awkward and uncomfortable position. Then he gave a louder grunt as the man suddenly grabbed his balls and pulled on them! He tried to turn his head, but could only see the top of the man's back as he bent over between his legs. Then he gave a squeal as he felt something sting him. OUCH! "HAWWW!" What the fuck!?! He tired to kick in response, but his legs were securely restrained. "HAAWW-AW-AW!" Asshole!
"There, that will numb him up a little bit." The man said, "Some vets don't do that as they say it doesn't hurt that much when the testicles are removed, but I know better than that. I'll give a couple of minutes for the Novocain to kick in, and then I'll start cutting."
TESTICLES, REMOVE?!?!?! Brennan thought, stunned. But, N-NO!! Y-You CAN'T! PLEASE!! I'm NOT a mule!! N-NOT MY BALLS!! Uncle Tom, don't let him!! It's me!! I'm Brennan!! With a shrill squeal he lunged, the sides of the pen rattling, but couldn't get lose! "HAAAWWW-AW-AW-AWWWW!~" NONONO! DON'T, OH GOD!!! "HAAAWWWWW!"
Uncle Tom chuckled, and said, "I don't think he's very happy, they always seem to know somehow."
The vet grinned as he snapped some rubber clips around the top of the mules large heavy ballsack to cut off the flow of blood, its huge penis snaking out of its sheath and becoming rampant in response. It would probably have one last orgasm as he slit its scrotum open and removed the testicles one at a time before tying off the tubes and trimming the now empty ball sack and sewing it up. He waited; checking his watch to give the numbing agent plenty of time to kick in, and then picked up a scalpel. Holding the ballsack steady he made a neat incision, and next he reached into the slit and carefully felt around, ignoring the mules growing distress.
NONONOOOOO! "HAAAWWWWW!" Brennan squealed and brayed as he felt his balls go numb, his penis erect and throbbing in response to his horror and the way he was being handled. STOP!! He couldn't get loose!! "HAWWW-AW-AW-AWWWW!!!" Suddenly he felt a gentle tug between his legs, and his cock suddenly erupted in a violently pleasurable orgasm, then there was another tug and his pulsing cocks flow of cum slowly dwindled and came to a stop even as it kept trying to ejaculate. Rolling his eyes he turned his head as far to the side as he could, and watched in utter horror as the vet dropped a large bloody orb into a metal pan already containing one. NOOOOOO!!!! OH PLEASE NOOOO! "AAAAAAWWWW-HEEEE-HHAWWWWW!!!" Oh my God, he cut my balls off! T-This can't be happening!! NONONOOO!!! "AW-AW-AWWWWWW!"
"There, all done big fella." The vet said as he gave the stunned mule a pat on his rump. "You'll be sore for a couple of days, and then be as good as new."
"Thanks doc." Uncle Tom said, "I'll put him back in a stall in a few minutes, just send me the bill. The farrier will be around to shoe him tomorrow."
"Sure, glad I could be of service." The vet replied, "He's a big strong one, he'll make a great team mate for Buster. Hope your nephew shows up safe and sound."
Brennan was hardly aware as his uncle led him back to the larger pen. My balls, he thought; mind reeling, t-they cut them off!! I've been...gelded! Once in the stall he stood in a corner and stared at the floor. M-My balls...ohh God, please, no...
Brennan; or Billy as he was now called, grunted and lunged into the harness alongside Buster as the whip gently caressed his flank. He could only see straight ahead because of the blinders, but could hear; and smell, the large crowd of people and other animals as he and his teammate pulled the heavy wagon. "Gee-UP!" One of his cousins called, and he dug in his hooves and pulled as hard as he could, snorting, as they slowly got the overloaded wagon to move; then they found a steady pace as they trotted around the stadium. From the cheers he knew their time was good, so maybe they'd win another ribbon. The whip carefully touched their flanks again; never hard enough to really hurt, and they picked up their pace, chomping at their bits. It felt good to be in harness again, he was amazed at how much real satisfaction he got out of performing well with his 'partner'. There was something about pulling a wagon that just felt, well, right and natural.
Later as he and Buster were cooling off and being brushed down; snorting in pleasure as the curry combs moved over their flanks and happily munching some fresh hay, he thought about his new life for the thousandth time. He'd finally gotten over the trauma of being gelded, and of course by the time he was able to look for it the potions were long gone. He was stuck like he was; a castrated mule, a gelding. But as horrible at that was; the thought of living as an emasculated man, a eunuch, had horrified him even more. Better that he stay like he was; that way at least he led a useful life. He raised his head and watched as a pretty young filly was led past, and gave a sad snort. He'd miss that incredible pleasure; miss the feel of a mare or Jenny between his legs as he serviced them. But he'd paid for his pleasure, and there was nothing he could do about it now. But he cheered up when his cousin came running up and gave him and Buster a big kiss on their muzzles as she waved a blue ribbon. No, it wasn't all bad.
The End
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