# Rules be Damned (Chapter III )

Author: Pasteurized Fantasies
Tags: Bull, Cock, Fantasy, Fondling, M/F, Masturbation, Passion, Stallion, Straight, Transformation, Zebra, delight, demise

#3 of Bovine Friends

A 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...

Naked, I began walking about inside my house. After just a  short confrontation with my rather concerned ranch foreman; the need for a conversing got me feeling nervous, and oddly aroused. Aroused, stood tall my penis, it angled then as upward; a proper angle for when soon my standing of on all fours. Although, my penis looked more akin to a horse' cock, from its charcoal blacker hue and still changing contours, to my deformed circumcision; the end of it looked bloated, misshaped, beastly, and even repulsive.

Walking around into various other rooms, I smoothed my hands at touching already zebra like skin and a pelt of dense body hair. My equine like cock remained stiff, swaying with every stride step taken. The precarious touching of what was my new sheath caused two reactions; the first was to make my stiff cock become further bloated, rankly stiff, and my scrotum begin an aching like owning a need to ejaculate. That secondary reaction from fingering my sheath sparked in me a grand wanton sense of male lust.

A sensation of such lust instilling in an old man as he was changing species; something that my friend Sam Bond could shed some light as of why and what next to expect. When my gut and groin both ached, I went to stand by the kitchen sink, not knowing whether to puke or begin ejaculating again. Why then I felt an urge to start stroking with both hands the massive length of my cock. Working of each hand in a cycled repetition of end to base/sheath strokes; my cock skin though silken as sensitive, felt the need for some lubricant. Natural lubing would come from the mare vagina; but at then I had no friendly mare, just me masturbating.

It happened then of me seeing the butter dish cover, and under it the usual soft, as room temperature stick of butter setting ready for use when cocking. My right hand I reached to grasp the dish lid, but being nervous from my ongoing arousal, caused the flipping off the metal cover, to offer me the remaining half stick to use for slickening my cock. Meadow View butter never held such a wonderful use as it did for me then stroking my aching cock.

Standing there shivering from feeling of dire, as pent lust, my hands stroking with greatly sensual ease; had me feeling of pre-cum beginning to oozing. I had not felt that masculine urge for thirty years, but right then it engulfed my whole being. "Yes, oh yes, please may I feel this again...," I moaned and from aching testicles rush forth a surge of cum in two dense ropes of creamy white.

"Splat," I heard first and then looked into the sink to seeing it as dry, nothing there; as looking more above, what I saw made me laugh with morbid delight. My different cock, its angle, length, and the empowered surge of my ejaculating, sent my semen to splatter upon the kitchen window sheers. My semen came as if a silken, whipped, creamy pudding, and clung against the sheers, and stuck them as glued to the window glass.

Luckily, my house and the kitchen windows face away from where set the barn and most of the other ranch buildings. I became testy from happened and me seeing what my dear wife had purchased and caring hung in her kitchen   
  

   
window. "Oh Betty, if you were alive and saw me now, a man living his childish fool fantasy; oh but she would glare that stare...!"

My feelings then were not so much as if sexually spent and tired, but more of a horny wanting, to do my masturbating again. As with one hand gripping my cock, and the other hand pressing at my gut; a raunchy pain ensued, causing my scrotum to ache. Leaning forward over the kitchen sink, my guts aching as my nose noticed a scent. Looking then toward the kitchen window, as there my spewed glob of semen still stuck, holding the sheers plastered to the glass; it smelled fantastic.

Allured by the scent of my spewed semen, I wondered about it, the volume spent, its creamy-white color, and from a pure beastly desire, I did begin licking. The act of licking my spent semen clouded my thoughts of how repulsive was the doing, while something in me, an instinctive drive urged me to appreciate sexual fluids.

"Gluck, wha...t, I feel the need for is a mare' cunt; her black vulva, its teardrop shape, seeing it winking, beckoning with her scent, driving my beastly self to mount and mate. Oh Betty, as right now I am glad you are not here to seeing me..., as I have tended to animals, I know the signs of  bovines in rut; and me now, thanks to Sam Bond I can't wait until night...!

Damn my foolishness, what friend Sam suggesting and said did he maneuver me to specify the want of an old man's erotic wish?

 What's the use of laying blame, my lot is cast, the body changing, my lusty desires from when younger and frivolous are fast becoming a reality. This new me should be an adventure for sure; though any excitement enjoyed will be mundane and of short durations. I decided to phone Sam and ask him some questions, mostly due to my necessity to remain hidden, out of sight while physically becoming different. Using the land line house phone, I sat into my Lazy-boy chair, finding then my tailbone as sore. My remembering of numbers seemed slower, as had to think of what was the phoning number to call Sam. 

"Ringing, and a woman's voice answered my in-coming call."

"Sunrise Research, to whom may I direct your call?"

"Good day, as this is Henry Hanover calling to talk with Sam Bond," I said, only to here then the receptionist inform me that Mister Bond was not accepting any calls. I reiterated to her that my calling was due to a Zebra that Sam and I were collaborating about and I had some concerns.

"Mister Hanover, yes, I shall announce your calling, expect Mister Bond to come on line; he left a strict order about any call received from you." She said, as I heard some background verbal conversing as o my likely present condition.

"Henry, how you doing, it's been five days since..., Sam said.

"Morning Sam and yes now five days as I was asleep for four days and nights due to the being inoculated. It is my present physical self what concerns me. I awoke after having very erotic nightmares, and me having ejaculated, maybe several times considering the volume spotted on the bed sheets. While I slept, somehow happened the brash tearing off me of all my clothing; now a real concern comes from my facial discoloration, the black hide and zebra fur, my elongated ears, and the partial merger of my nose to already begin its forming a muzzle.

All is as you said I should expect, but the transitioning is coming on me quicker, making my daily lifestyle here at my ranch as an impossible situation; already my ranch foreman came asking, he luckily not having seen me for four days while I was asleep. I awoke being naked but with all over me my skin is looking zebra black and white, and my genitals fully equine of form and nature. I am growing a tail, and being so soon as physically formed, I can't continue to reside here with any anonymity." I said, listing my varied condition; and my unexpected necessity to lodge a complaint.

"Hmm, that much of a changing, is not the usual, however, I shall send a driver and vehicle; can you sit inside a car or are you of needing a larger vehicle to convey and transfer of you to my research station?" Sam as cordial was willing to make sure my personal condition as kept confidential.    

"Yes, a good idea, as from just four days so much of what was me has ceased to look like a human, and my passions, thought patterns, have me thinking about females, mares, jennets, black cunts, and my embolden desire  
to mate. I feel a continuing need to masturbate often, it seems to surge ahead my outward transitioning, forcing me to stay inside the house and away from my employees lest there be questions. I can't believe the semen volume coming when masturbating. I made a mess in the kitchen, stood before the bathroom mirror and did several times more of ejaculating what filled the sink to half full. My scrotum has grown larger in comparison to what they were as human testicles.

I urinate soon after ejaculation, finding the new angle of my zebra cock to force the using the shower stall, as I piss at the wall and rinse down the stall with the showerhead. When on all fours and standing proper, the angled cock could piss anywhere; and the thought of that makes me want to chuckle." I told Sam, as heard him saying "Ah-ha," to all of my concerns.

"I shall send then a vehicle by midnight tonight, you be ready," Sam replied, "As I would prefer to keep your transfer as sequestered. Until then, begin ingesting clear liquids, and not Vodka, it's clear but would inebriate you, to as maybe wander outside. You if seen, would from my standpoint require then the need for physical transforming of your employees to joining Jerome; none given their choice of animal they would live being, but assuring of their silence. Naturally, you should understand my preference to stay inconspicuous of creating your condition; you see my reasons for concern?

Oh, and by all means, do not, and I repeat again, just don't after dusk go to your stables and begin mating. Heightened sensual-sexual activity causes greater surges of bodily transitions, quick transforming enhances the desire of the speed you are changing, which in turn about enhances your feeling horny and of need for sexual play, and it demeans brain functions!

I shall plan to see you soon then," Sam said, as he closed out my call to him.

My original plan of a slow, melodious transition had failed, and my passions got the better of me to wanting as masturbating. My sensual hope was to begin using my new cock to working it, and me then mating with a mare or a friendly jennet pack mule. The thought then of me needing to move to a different domicile, the research farm barn; had me getting my traveler's suitcase. I stood for a few minutes looking into my bedroom clothes closet, wondering of what to take with me, to wear  It happened then that I began to chuckle and laugh; the soon move to reside at the research farm would not require me to take along any clothes, as zebras are animals and don't wear clothes, they just live being naked!

I returned to my Laz-boy chair and sat, as picked up a copy of the Farmer's Weekly magazine; only to give it a toss at my television, both being something a stallion zebra would have no desire to read or be entertained by watching. Instead, my thoughts returned to fondling and sensual toying with my equine, sensual sheath; and the arousing from it a flaccidly erect cock that would tempt and dominate my desires for many years.  

The more I fondled, toyed with my cock, it became stiffer and had me considering when after dusk, I should go to the ranch stables and begin my practicing of breeding techniques, utilizing Gale, she a kindly and willing jennet mule.

As why not try my luck at mating with Gale, taking her slowly seemed as then simple. I began considering my legs, the new length of my feet, having then hocks added height when standing. I stood nearer equal to how the mule Gayle stood, she standing in her stall. My sensed lust felt more than dire, as I fondled the meaty, glorious cock, began stroking it again.

The warning told by Sam of how from brute sex and fornicating would surge my bodily changes seemed as contrary advise to my primary desire, that being to become physically a stallion zebra. I had made a choice, to discard being human and living the brutal lifestyle of an animal; wanting the sensual and sexual freedom minus religion, or any human social morals.

I had lived with proper respect of morality; but after losing of my wife to cancer and my son to Reformation Serum processing, dashed all of my goals. The offer of me enjoying a final fantasy fun fandango, I thought nothing left of  
the reason I'd worked to gain, so why not?

My needful imprisonment inside my house had me going stir-crazy, the petting of a furred pelt and equine sheath, cock, scrotum, and a growing tail just was the tip of my desire to acting like a male animal. I wanted for more, and the sooner the better; Sam Bond, as be damned, come nightfall and my jennet Mule Gale would with me her stud then gain a night to remember.

  
  
  

 

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