{"sf1_id":2013904,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Rules be Damned (Chapter III )","author":"Pasteurized Fantasies","words":2058,"posted_at":"2023-06-30T10:41:00.000Z","tags":["Bull","Cock","Fantasy","Fondling","M/F","Masturbation","Passion","Stallion","Straight","Transformation","Zebra","delight","demise"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/2013904-rules-be-damned-chapter-iii","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/2013904","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=2013904\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#3 of Bovine Friends\n\nA man of means, aged and having lost is wife and then his son, felt all reasons to continue his lifestyle became meaningless. so, when a friend suggested to doing different, becoming different, he saw no barriers...","content":"Naked, I began walking about inside my house. After just a\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;short confrontation with my rather concerned ranch foreman; the need for a\u0026nbsp;conversing got me feeling nervous, and oddly aroused. Aroused, stood tall my\u0026nbsp;penis, it angled then as upward; a proper angle for when soon my standing of on\u0026nbsp;all fours. Although, my penis looked more akin to a horse' cock, from its\u0026nbsp;charcoal blacker hue and still changing contours, to my deformed circumcision;\u0026nbsp;the end of it looked bloated, misshaped, beastly, and even repulsive.\n\nWalking around into various other rooms, I smoothed my\u0026nbsp;hands at touching already zebra like skin and a pelt of dense body hair. My\u0026nbsp;equine like cock remained stiff, swaying with every stride step taken. The\u0026nbsp;precarious touching of what was my new sheath caused two reactions; the first\u0026nbsp;was to make my stiff cock become further bloated, rankly stiff, and my scrotum\u0026nbsp;begin an aching like owning a need to ejaculate. That secondary reaction from\u0026nbsp;fingering my sheath sparked in me a grand wanton sense of male lust.\n\nA sensation of such lust instilling in an old man as he\u0026nbsp;was changing species;\u0026nbsp;something that my friend Sam Bond could shed some light\u0026nbsp;as of why and what next to expect. When my gut and groin both ached, I went to\u0026nbsp;stand by the kitchen sink, not knowing whether to puke or begin ejaculating\u0026nbsp;again. Why then I felt an urge to start stroking with both hands the massive\u0026nbsp;length of my cock. Working of each hand in a cycled repetition of end to\u0026nbsp;base/sheath strokes; my cock skin though silken as sensitive, felt the need for\u0026nbsp;some lubricant. Natural lubing would come from the mare vagina; but at then I\u0026nbsp;had no friendly mare, just me masturbating.\n\nIt happened then of me seeing the butter dish cover, and\u0026nbsp;under it the usual soft, as room temperature stick of butter setting ready for\u0026nbsp;use when cocking. My right hand I reached to grasp the dish lid, but being\u0026nbsp;nervous from my ongoing arousal, caused the flipping off the metal cover, to\u0026nbsp;offer me the remaining half stick to use for slickening my cock. Meadow View\u0026nbsp;butter never held such a wonderful use as it did for me then stroking my aching\u0026nbsp;cock.\n\nStanding there shivering from feeling of dire, as pent\u0026nbsp;lust, my hands stroking with greatly sensual ease; had me feeling of pre-cum\u0026nbsp;beginning to oozing. I had not felt that masculine urge for thirty years, but\u0026nbsp;right then it engulfed my whole being. \"Yes, oh yes, please may I feel this\u0026nbsp;again...,\" I moaned and from aching testicles rush forth a surge of cum in two\u0026nbsp;dense ropes of creamy white.\n\n\"Splat,\" I heard first and then looked into the sink to\u0026nbsp;seeing it as dry, nothing there; as looking more above, what I saw made me\u0026nbsp;laugh with morbid delight. My different cock, its angle, length, and the\u0026nbsp;empowered surge of my ejaculating, sent my semen to splatter upon the kitchen\u0026nbsp;window sheers. My semen came as if a silken, whipped, creamy pudding, and clung\u0026nbsp;against the sheers, and stuck them as glued to the window glass.\n\nLuckily, my house and the kitchen windows face away from\u0026nbsp;where set the barn and most of the other ranch buildings. I became testy from happened\u0026nbsp;and me seeing what my dear wife had purchased and caring hung in her kitchen\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;  \nwindow. \"Oh Betty, if you were alive and saw me now, a man living his childish\u0026nbsp;fool fantasy; oh but she would glare that stare...!\"\n\nMy feelings then were not so much as if sexually spent\u0026nbsp;and tired, but more of a horny wanting, to do\u0026nbsp;my\u0026nbsp;masturbating again. As with\u0026nbsp;one hand gripping my cock, and the other hand pressing at my gut; a raunchy\u0026nbsp;pain ensued, causing my scrotum to ache. Leaning forward over the kitchen sink,\u0026nbsp;my guts aching as my nose noticed a scent. Looking then toward the kitchen\u0026nbsp;window, as there my spewed glob of semen still stuck, holding the sheers\u0026nbsp;plastered to the glass; it smelled fantastic.\n\nAllured by the scent of my spewed semen, I wondered about\u0026nbsp;it, the volume spent, its creamy-white color, and from a pure beastly desire, I\u0026nbsp;did begin licking. The act of licking my spent semen clouded my thoughts of how\u0026nbsp;repulsive was the doing, while something in me, an instinctive drive urged me\u0026nbsp;to appreciate sexual fluids.\n\n\"Gluck, wha...t, I feel the need for is a mare' cunt; her\u0026nbsp;black vulva, its teardrop shape, seeing it winking, beckoning with her scent,\u0026nbsp;driving my beastly self to mount and mate. Oh Betty, as right now I am glad you\u0026nbsp;are not here to seeing me..., as I have tended to animals, I know the signs of\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;bovines in rut; and me now, thanks to Sam Bond I can't wait until night...!\n\nDamn my foolishness, what friend Sam suggesting and said\u0026nbsp;did he maneuver me to specify the want of an old man's erotic wish?\n\n\u0026nbsp;What's the use of\u0026nbsp;laying blame, my lot is cast, the body changing, my lusty desires from when\u0026nbsp;younger and frivolous are fast becoming a reality. This new me should be an\u0026nbsp;adventure for sure; though any excitement enjoyed will be mundane and of short durations.\u0026nbsp;I decided to phone Sam and ask him some questions, mostly\u0026nbsp;due to my necessity to remain hidden, out of sight while physically becoming\u0026nbsp;different. Using the land line house phone, I sat into my Lazy-boy chair,\u0026nbsp;finding then my tailbone as sore. My remembering of numbers seemed slower, as\u0026nbsp;had to think of what was the phoning number to call Sam.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Ringing, and a woman's voice answered my in-coming\u0026nbsp;call.\"\n\n\"Sunrise Research, to whom may I direct your call?\"\n\n\"Good day, as this is Henry Hanover calling to talk with\u0026nbsp;Sam Bond,\" I said, only to here then the receptionist inform me that Mister\u0026nbsp;Bond was not accepting any calls. I reiterated to her that my calling was due\u0026nbsp;to a Zebra that Sam and I were collaborating about and I had some concerns.\n\n\"Mister Hanover, yes, I shall announce your calling,\u0026nbsp;expect Mister Bond to come on line; he left a strict order about any call\u0026nbsp;received from you.\" She said, as I heard some background verbal conversing as\u0026nbsp;o my likely present condition.\n\n\"Henry, how you doing, it's been five days since..., Sam\u0026nbsp;said.\n\n\"Morning Sam and yes now five days as I was asleep for\u0026nbsp;four days and nights due to the being inoculated. It is my present physical self\u0026nbsp;what concerns me. I awoke after having very erotic nightmares, and me having\u0026nbsp;ejaculated, maybe several times considering the volume spotted on the bed\u0026nbsp;sheets. While I slept, somehow happened the brash tearing off me of all my\u0026nbsp;clothing; now a real concern comes from my facial discoloration, the black hide\u0026nbsp;and zebra fur, my elongated ears, and the partial merger of my nose to already\u0026nbsp;begin its forming a muzzle.\n\nAll is as you said I should expect, but the transitioning\u0026nbsp;is coming on me quicker, making my daily lifestyle here at my ranch as an\u0026nbsp;impossible situation; already my ranch foreman came asking, he luckily not\u0026nbsp;having seen me for four days while I was asleep. I awoke being naked but with\u0026nbsp;all over me my skin is looking zebra black and white, and my genitals fully\u0026nbsp;equine of form and nature. I am growing a tail, and being so soon as physically\u0026nbsp;formed, I can't continue to reside here with any anonymity.\" I said, listing my\u0026nbsp;varied condition; and my unexpected necessity to lodge a complaint.\n\n\"Hmm, that much of a changing, is not the usual, however,\u0026nbsp;I shall send a driver and vehicle; can you sit inside a car or are you of\u0026nbsp;needing a larger vehicle to convey and transfer of you to my research station?\"\u0026nbsp;Sam as cordial was willing to make sure my personal condition as kept\u0026nbsp;confidential.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Yes, a good idea, as from just four days so much of what\u0026nbsp;was me has ceased to look like a human, and my passions, thought patterns, have\u0026nbsp;me thinking about females, mares, jennets, black cunts, and my embolden desire  \nto mate. I feel a continuing need to masturbate often, it seems to surge ahead\u0026nbsp;my outward transitioning, forcing me to stay inside the house and away from my\u0026nbsp;employees lest there be questions. I can't believe the semen volume coming when\u0026nbsp;masturbating. I made a mess in the kitchen, stood before the bathroom mirror\u0026nbsp;and did several times more of ejaculating what filled the sink to half full. My\u0026nbsp;scrotum has grown larger in comparison to what they were as human testicles.\n\nI urinate soon after ejaculation, finding the new angle\u0026nbsp;of my zebra cock to force the using the shower stall, as I piss at the wall and\u0026nbsp;rinse down the stall with the showerhead. When on all fours and standing\u0026nbsp;proper, the angled cock could piss anywhere; and the thought of that makes me\u0026nbsp;want to chuckle.\" I told Sam, as heard him saying \"Ah-ha,\" to all of my\u0026nbsp;concerns.\n\n\"I shall send then a vehicle by midnight tonight, you be\u0026nbsp;ready,\" Sam replied, \"As I would prefer to keep your transfer as sequestered.\u0026nbsp;Until then, begin ingesting clear liquids, and not Vodka, it's clear but would\u0026nbsp;inebriate you, to as maybe wander outside. You if seen, would from my\u0026nbsp;standpoint require then the need for physical transforming of your employees to\u0026nbsp;joining Jerome; none given their choice of animal they would live being, but assuring\u0026nbsp;of their silence. Naturally, you should understand my preference to stay\u0026nbsp;inconspicuous of creating your condition; you see my reasons for concern?\n\nOh, and by all means, do not, and I repeat again, just don't\u0026nbsp;after dusk go to your stables and begin mating. Heightened sensual-sexual\u0026nbsp;activity causes greater surges of bodily transitions, quick transforming enhances\u0026nbsp;the desire of the speed you are changing, which in turn about enhances your\u0026nbsp;feeling horny and of need for sexual play, and it demeans brain functions!\n\nI shall plan to see you soon then,\" Sam said, as he\u0026nbsp;closed out my call to him.\n\nMy original plan of a slow, melodious transition had\u0026nbsp;failed, and my passions got the better of me to wanting as masturbating. My\u0026nbsp;sensual hope was to begin using my new cock to working it, and me then mating\u0026nbsp;with a mare or a friendly jennet pack mule. The thought then of me needing to move\u0026nbsp;to a different domicile, the research farm barn; had me getting my traveler's suitcase.\u0026nbsp;I stood for a few minutes looking into my bedroom clothes closet, wondering of\u0026nbsp;what to take with me, to wear\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;It happened then that I began to chuckle and laugh; the\u0026nbsp;soon move to reside at the research farm would not require me to take along any\u0026nbsp;clothes, as zebras are animals and don't wear clothes, they just live being\u0026nbsp;naked!\n\nI returned to my Laz-boy chair and sat, as picked up a\u0026nbsp;copy of the Farmer's Weekly magazine; only to give it a toss at my television,\u0026nbsp;both being something a stallion zebra would have no desire to read or be entertained\u0026nbsp;by watching. Instead, my thoughts returned to fondling and sensual toying with\u0026nbsp;my equine, sensual sheath; and the arousing from it a flaccidly erect cock that\u0026nbsp;would tempt and dominate my desires for many years.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe more I fondled, toyed with my cock, it became stiffer\u0026nbsp;and had me considering when after dusk, I should go to the ranch stables and\u0026nbsp;begin my practicing of breeding techniques, utilizing Gale, she a kindly and\u0026nbsp;willing jennet mule.\n\nAs why not try my luck at mating with Gale, taking her\u0026nbsp;slowly seemed as then simple. I began considering my legs, the new length of my\u0026nbsp;feet, having then hocks added height when standing. I stood nearer equal to how\u0026nbsp;the mule Gayle stood, she standing in her stall. My sensed lust felt more than\u0026nbsp;dire, as I fondled the meaty, glorious cock, began stroking it again.\n\nThe warning told by Sam of how from brute sex and\u0026nbsp;fornicating would surge my bodily changes seemed as contrary advise to my\u0026nbsp;primary desire, that being to become physically a stallion zebra. I had made a\u0026nbsp;choice, to discard being human and living the brutal lifestyle of an animal;\u0026nbsp;wanting the sensual and sexual freedom minus religion, or any human social morals.\n\nI had lived with proper respect of morality; but after losing of my wife to\u0026nbsp;cancer and my son to Reformation Serum processing, dashed all of my goals. The\u0026nbsp;offer of me enjoying a final fantasy fun fandango, I thought nothing left of  \nthe reason I'd worked to gain, so why not?\n\nMy needful imprisonment inside my house had me going\u0026nbsp;stir-crazy, the petting of a furred pelt and equine sheath, cock, scrotum, and\u0026nbsp;a growing tail just was the tip of my desire to acting like a male animal. I\u0026nbsp;wanted for more, and the sooner the better; Sam Bond, as be damned, come\u0026nbsp;nightfall and my jennet Mule Gale would with me her stud then gain a night to\u0026nbsp;remember.\n\n  \n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n  \n  \n\n"}