Samson born just six years back as a perfectly formed Missouri Fox Trotter grew into a strong and handsome mount. A dark seal brown in color he'd prance about feeling his own strength and agility. Like an animal proud of what he was the horse carried his head high, chin tucked to his neck, tail also whipped about with evry step he took, he looked delighted with life!

Kyle was an honor student his mind could place everything in a sorted order and membered them making him look to all as a bright young man.

It happened that the two good friends had a falling out.

The Allison County Fair was the regional place to show off both rider and fine horse flesh. As Kyle readied himself his pal and horse sniffed the rich scent of some mare in season wafting the breeze.

Samson feeling the instinctive urge of procreation was straining to break his reins and run.

Kyle seeing his friend's panic was not atune to the scents held by the late summmer's breeze. He tried to calm the animal with soft reassuring words and smooth petting strokes down the long and strong neck.

Frantic became Samson as he remembered the last session when such a scent came his way. His was then a wild time of sensual equine please and the mounting of a mare in need. Now was the same and coupled with the memory was this richer scent of a mare experienced in the art of love making horsey style.

Kyle called to his Father who seeing the problem knew how to calm a horse in short order. He ran to Kyle's aid seeing his son feeling compassion for his agitated horse. It was then when Kyle in the fit of fear for his pet did walk around the disturbed horse's rear.

A tail flicking wildly caught Kyle across the face. The natually coarse hairs of the horse tail causing pain in Kyle's face as they touched his wide open eyes.

Kyle screamed from his sudden eye pain and tried to step backwards. The sexually wild horse preceaved Kyle's act, sounds, and position as a possible attack.

A strong hind leg jutted out backwards as a sudden warning to anyone close behind to back off. It was then that Kyle was rubbing his eyes trying to calm the irritation when Samson's hoof struck.

Kyle's Father yelled to his son as the leg began to move. It was over in a second as the horse's hind leg shot a kick backward catching Kyle in the groin.

The harsh contact sent the 180 pound young man head over heals backwards. Landing face down a good twenty feet from where he had stood a dazed young man laid silent.

Other men and his Father ran to aid the young man. As they rolled Kyle face up the stain of blood around his groin told of where he'd been hit. Calling to his half unconscience son trying to keep him from slipping into a state of shock Kyle's Father cradled the injured boy.

Soon an ambulance ride and the hospital emergency room had doctors working on Kyle.

Kyle's Father stood pacing like what Samson had done only he was worried for his son's life. Hours past and at long last the surgeon walked out his face told all.

The horse's hoof had crushed Kyle's personal heritage. Damaged beyond repair the Doctor was forced to remove the crushed testicles. worse yet was the penis which had caught the cutting force of steel horse shoes. A severed penis cut almost in hald was stitched in place. It was only time of healing that would tell if Kyle would ever know the loving feeling.

Six months went by as Samson was left to himself while an angry Kyle healed as far as the local medicine could help. Nutless and his penis limp as a garden hose he was left angered at life.

Stan Wabash a good school chum came to visit as the first sign of Spring touched to midwest. "A friend in need is a friend indeed!" said Stan time and time again.

Talking to his friend Stan asked of Kyle's health and then was told of his total injury. It seemed Stan knew of Kyle's plight and had found a possible remedy.

A printout from the Internet offered physical help to those injured having lost their sexual parts. It made a guaranteed offer for those wishing to feel the passion once more. A call, a reservation, and counciling, the injured or gone could be replaced. The only catch was that once completed and repairs made the subject was considered an asset of the company. One might be used as in advertisements, pictured, and or becoming a friendship to others while working off the charges for one's personal repair.

Kyle's eyes lighted up his hope was reinstilled. He smiled and felt the renewed wonder of life worth living again.

The add given to his Father the man was concerned but everything looked quite right. A call to the Medical Arts Division of P.I.A.P. had Kyle accepted and reservations made. Kyle called his friend to thank him but was told he'd decided suddenly to travel south and see an old chum.

A difficult parting of Father and son at the airport brought tears to all who watched. A promise to visit his son quite soon as Kyle's time to travel had come.

The two hour flight and landing just over the boarder in Mexico Kyle was met by a pretty young redhead and a limo.

Watching the seacoast fly by his window Kyle wondered just where the Medical Arts place was? It took an hour ride till there to the right stood several white adobe type buildings.

Longing for his penis repair and the possible replacement of his testicles Kyle rubbed his groin.

Motioning for Kyle to come with her she walked hand in hand with him in through the front door. As they entered it was then Kyle got his first of many treatments in medical rude people.

His luggage taken from his hand and the pretty girl walking away Kyle was ushered through two frosted glass doors. Inside the science lab he saw men and women dressed in white gowns working of bubbling refinements of chemicals used in their type of medical art.

Ordered to remove his clothes he was left naked waiting in a room painted walls and ceiling a odd flat black. The floor a bright white tile was some wild contrast to the blackness surrounding him.

Bang opened the door as a large man looking like a real body builder type came into Kyle's room. He had a chart and wanted Kyle to sign a contract. Kyle looked at the nine paragraphs of fine print seeing his name typed below there was nothing to do but sign.

The big man exited the room as fast as he came. Next walked in a strange dude looking like a surgeon dressed in blue surgical shirt, hat, and pants. His feet had oddly though white tennis shoes but spattered with what looked like blood.

A quick reading of the contract highlights and as Kyle stood there naked and in aggreement the Doctor opened a cabinet. Taking out a large seringe he began to fill it with a bright blue liquid. He said it was a growth stimulant made for use only by the Medical Arts Division. Once injected into Kyle he was to be prepped for Testicle Reformation Processing and some refinements giving over time added muscle growth and increased physical stamina.

The blackness seemed to help Kyle fade into a light dazed sleep. He felt himself picked up and placed on a gurney. Strapped down with restainments about his arms, legs, and chest. Then a quick ride down a long hall and into a room busy with many people.

Dozing off and then waking Kyle was trying to remain alert and see just what the Doctor was planning to do for his personal loss. Then as he peered through tearing eyes he saw a faint form standing behind some steel bars.

Yelling and screaming the dark form strained to call out words. Much of what he said was jibberish ans disjointed sounding half Spanish and part English. Kyle was looking to his feet when from the dark figure came a screaming call, "KYLE !"

This drew Kyle's attention once more as the dark figure danced about in seemingly wild quick movements. His head though looked exceedingly strange like it was

long and narrow not round. Dark of form it made when dancing about a shadow seemingly like it had a tail.

Seeing the one calling to Kyle a Doctor stood blocking Kyle's view.

As Kyle slipped into a deep sleep he remembered the voice calling out, "Kyle it's me Stan!"

Slowly things began to take shape as Kyle worked himself awake. Moving slowly he felt no pain his arms stiff and legs felt odd but his body seemed quite fit.

A voice called his name over and over like someone wishing him to become alert and awake.

One eye opened seeing next to him a man dressed in a white suit and having a wide brimmed white hat. He smiled at Kyle making the lad feel at ease as if everything had gone as planned.

Telling Kyle not to try and speak the man began to fill in the youth with what had occured. He told him he'd been placed through the Reformation Process. Now done the physical strength and sexual ability would help guide Kyle to accept his new life.

Kyle felt so good he tried to sit up.

Helping Kyle get to a sitting position the man then wiped his hands. Looking around he was in a dark room which had one door and it like one he remembered was made of steel bars.

Trying to speak the words just could not work the way out of Kyle's mouth. Like the jibberish he heard the dark figure speaking to him when he first was inside the lab.

Backing away from where Kyle sat the man began to explain.

"Your good friend Stan Wabash has now taken his proper place as one of our contracted workers. He like you shall spend the coming months and if you do well even for years more will be together working hard. You will discover the nature to our regeneration of body cell structure. As days pass the serums introduced will make physical adjustments in tissue and bone. I expect that it should take a full month before you will be able and ready to begin work. Therefore I have assigned you and Stan to exercise daily together while sunning and learning the lifestyle we have choosen for you both." said the man in white as he then turned to leave.

Kyle jumped from his bed to the hard floor. A slippery feeling of little or no traction had him reaching for something to stop his falling. A bright light came on as if under a spot light giving Kyle a view of himself.

Rugged screams, coarse sounding horror filled groanings Kyle made seemed to make the man in white smile.

"Bring in Stanley!" said the man in white into his cel phone.

Huffing and puffing Kyle strained to balance himself next to his bed the bright light above making him all the more blind.

Clop, clop, clop, came the sound as a big man walked into Kyle's cell a common gray donkey.

"Kyle please meet your old chum Stan! Stan tell your friend this is really you!" said the man in white.

A coarse ragged bray echoed the room as Kyle glarred at the donkey and then the man in white.

"We have the process down quite well as you are number ninty nine as he was ninety two. You shall be a sturdy brown colored Jack as Stan here is a smaller but sensual lusting Jenny. His was not only a change of species but also our first complete change of gender too. It is with your new large testicles and a shaft of more than eighteen inches of pure equine sex that should begin a new strain of intelligent donkeys for use here and sale on the open market." tells the man to Kyle.

Shaking his head Kyle tried to clear his thoughts but like Samson had a problem with the scented breeze so also was Kyle with Stan's rich odor.

Instictive patterns came suddenly out of Kyle's chemical poisened brain. He stood upright but began pelvic thrusting till pressing out his black folds of sheath came a massive penis. Out it stretched rock hard and dripping of thin white cum.

The man in white began to applaude as the larger man let Stan walk to his friend.

"Go on Kyle he wants it as much as you lust noe to do it with her! Turn, hold on to her back and move around till that large male organ is positioned over her vulva. That's it now you being taller one leans forward letting her black lips of sex take the length of your penis in her depths." explained the man.

Kyle suddenly felt the feeling he had longer to know as his massive cock slippered into Stan's dripping wet vulva. He burried himself deep till the flods of his donkey jack's sheath touched the rear of Stan. Now thrusting like animal he was Kyle found his delights with Stan.

The man in white left the room as Kyle continued to hump Stan. A look back at the two friends finding their common pleasures he smiled thinking of those more to come who wished for a life made for pleasure.