Limited Atonement
It was a passing feeling, odd but I felt as if I did not belong there and something was missing. Looking around, I knew I was home, where I belong, seeing my herd mates offered a realization for feeling content.
Although, there continued that nagging vision of a remembrance from my past, beckoning at my mind, suggesting what is was not right for me. It bothered me often, as if I had lost something kindred to me in a special way, leaving me to wonder and worry.
My manner of acting bewildered dearest Michelle seems to know, as she seeing her pal sulking, she calls aloud, stimulating me, often arousing me. I turn slightly my head to cast a fond look toward her, she standing there, would beckon, wanton of me to come near and passionately groom her favorite places.
A sniff of the breeze stirs me as Michelle is having her monthly time when scented; her sexuality becomes ever so alluring. I turn and walk toward her, giving up all worries for the passion frolic she offers, beckoning, suggest is her wish for me to tickle, mount, mate, and make a dull afternoon into some wondrous stimulating time spent.
We then nickering like two horses, stand there fondling each the other in our own ways.
Plodding hoofs of someone coming closer, Michelle looks up as I look at, we seeing him coming, he eying us as we were of him. He has grown to be larger than am I, a strange fixation considering the size of Michelle and me. I see how he likes to eye us, as deep in me I hold a fear remembering him as part of our past.
We were different once as so long ago, and then he came, by night, seeking to fondle Michelle, then me, and we felt concerned. He left us no worthwhile alternative, so we did to him what was done to us. It was after all for his betterment, so that the truth would not be reviled.
I rather expected him to revolt against the powers of change, as they called upon by us for protection from wary perverts, tends to make some what changed to feel dishonored. He is different, as from his dealing with the power that be, a deal was struck leaving him his knowledge and wits. We expected the power to remove his sense of reality, making him as are so many, ignorant, living by ways of instinctive ideals.
His walking gait is a swagger, his cock hangs long and sways with his walking, slapping at is flanks, offering a remembered sound similar to slapping a polish sausage at a laid bare open palm. It disturbed me so I withdrew from Michelle as my climax was about to peak. Our playtime ruined, we wishing again, called to higher powers, asking them to remove his ability to think. I asked for them to change him completely, make him as wholly an ignorant fellow, but it seems as if his mind will not let go, he continues to fighting back.
Indeed, the powers foretell to us, and the others here of their thoughts about him. They marveled how from the outset after he changed, he decided how to make the best of his situation, having to deal with what he is, not knowing of what might come when returned again to being a human. He is strong of will, clear in mind, enjoying as he dominates all of us, his masculinity being more than anyone ever dreamed was possible and granted to a changeling.
Hope is that we here and of the herd might be rid of him someday, as pray we do for the powers to send him away, make of him part of the Fay. The Fay, I tend to wonder, what if the powers were to gift him being then a Sprite and he come after Michelle or I for you disdained feelings for him?
That fool saying comes to mind, "As of going to where no man has gone before," that might well be his good fortune, and our demise.
There are rules and exceptions in every rule, if I wishing would beg, pleading for sanity to rule and the powers give him his humanity so that we, the beasts of the fields might rest assured of him coming at us with reprisals.
"What, who me, thee art the speaker for the powers, I bow upon a fore knee and pay homage!"
"He your unwanted is to return to being his human self, and remember his time being a horse, an animal as if just a bad dream.
Though the powers are angered by the herd and you stand predominately as the prime reason for their need to intervene. As for you your chance to ever return to being human is a forlorn hope. With your human mind to remain as is, and forever your future you shall remain a horse, forced to act as do what equine instincts expect. A brute male of your species, though different from other stallions because of intellect, you shall fit in to the herd nicely, and in time would rule supreme taking to watching over the changed ones!"
"Really, who me, a herd stallion," I responding of thought, conveyed then my answer of being willing to go along with the plan.
"It is for the best, in as much when we changed him to being a horse, he did not seem to be overly upset by the prospect of becoming a horse. Surprisingly, he seemed happy about the gifting him his fantasy dream come true. The deciding done, he given his dream, felt it to be a gift from on high. Most beg for forgiveness, but he seemed to rejoice in losing his human self for becoming a male horse.
You do know he mated with Michelle, she alluring him while you slept, letting him mate, and she swooned from the size, his length of maleness delved deep inside her womb."
"Oh yea sure, Michelle would go behind my flanks to let the beast mount and sexually molest her, mare or woman she would never do that of her own fruition!"
"Is it possible the powers were wrong about him and of you? If there is treachery here then the promise requires of futures reversed, he should stay and you fool jealous male shall go, but not to the Fay life. Nay, maybe it just that side of you what knows the loss, even if of or by magic, destined to color you forever as one worthy a different existence, part of another herd, such as you could do a lot of good for they who be cattle. Just think on it, as after all you might hold some worth acting as the sire breeding fine stock, a bull!"
You would damn me a faithful servant and gift him to stay here, he breeding with Michelle, how you could think of such a thing! I asked to come here, if the powers be righteous at all in the least, grant then me to breed with my own. What would he bring to the herd but a cock near to three feet long and some huge big balls able to taint the humanity from a human or the soul from a willing mare?"
Thunder rolls from cloud to clouds gaining wing to higher heavens as each power decides the fate of he who dared suggest they knew less than did he.
"Think on it my dear stallion, your adversary is almost able to regain his humanity, and he could buy as own you, mindful of the magic that made him again as human and left you to be an animal, horse, stallion, stud, and worth money.
Know that he may bring upon your herd, your friends, of Michelle and you that thing what most would fear if they owned their human mentality still. As for years now, we regularly taint or remove all knowledge of humanity from they we deem to become as animals. Their fretting would overwhelm them!
As from one stallion acting with superiority among this herd, how much more could all here enjoy, given to grazing contently in the pastures, their smaller world at peace with the best there for them to depend on for herd security. This is what is needed, so we ask, are you the one we should depend upon, or if not then the cow herd has need of a bull!