Placating an Absurdity
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"Hmm, well what do you sell, costumes, salves, ointments, serums or potions?" You asked, as what the strange woman said and suggested, sounded quite absurd.

"Ha, costumes are for the fools who like to be temporarily furry. We have medicinal salves, skin tone ointments, injection serum vials, and drinkable potions. As the serums and potions work with varied intensities, mattering as to how much is injected or swallowed works to vary the amount of physical changing. Ah...huh, take for an example the guest carriage out on the street, the burgundy colored, big, Louie the fourteenth style carriage. There, look there, the big dappled grey Percheron horse, well he was a customer of mine.

Gerald..., Mr. Frankel he was before summarily drinking a full bottle of equine habitation potion. He became a colt first, as grew quite fast, a month worth of growth equals to what takes a born colt a year. Gerald is as a four year old Percheron, full grown, although after he sired two mares as pregnant, the hotel veterinarian gelded him. His brash as daring gulping of the potion changed him of species, and made his transition from human to being an equine animal as a permanent situation.

My business is good throughout the year. As with springtime there are the young lovers seeking either a love potion or a penis builder. Summer brings on the sodomy types, those with mythic passions for becoming as satyrs, both men and women. As well there are a few who buy a goat potion, as if a gag gift for the unsuspecting friend or foe. They come back and what their friend changed back from being a goat, but potions tend to be of the permanent nature, and I accept the goat, giving back the purchase price, as goats sell well.

Injection vials are of the same permanent making situation. As I had a young man, he rather homely, but wanted to buy a masculinity enhancing vial, knowing the result would be as permanent. He stayed for hours searching the shelves, until, like so many others who choose the same brand, he purchased a vial of Andalusian Mammoth Donkey stud serum. Paid me the usual price of $500 and left the store, heading for the Apothecary shop to purchase a syringe to inject his preferred choice of an enhanced male genitals.

He never did return to here, but from rumors that run rampant around here, I heard of a large as black with a white furred belly Mammoth Andalusian Donkey stallion, acting as quite horny, letting hang his mighty male member for all to see, some to fondle, and any mare to sniff or give it a lick.

He stayed through the summer months, housed at the Jack Cass Stables on Front street. Later, come fall he was sold to the Mackinaw Island stud farm; so I would suppose he finally discovered a future he liked better than of being human.

Fall weather brings out the sheepish folks, as oddly women seem to think that with their bodies sprouting sheep wool, their menfolk will want them as a horny mate. It happens then that many a lonely man comes asking, telling of his wife looking furry like a sheep, and they want to buy some form of enhancement to delight their horny wives. I sell them the Ram salve, what works to arouse and swell their scrotum to five times the size of the biggest male human. As if that fails to give enough thrill, then the men folk return and request of something stronger, making them as insatiable in bed.

Being male and insatiable, whether in bed or anywhere, they discover their sense for sexual lust as equal that of a born and mature herd sire. Most I sell the Berkshire sheep formula, as with Ram horns, scrotum, sheath, and a much larger penis, when their wool grows thick, they like to breed, and impregnate the wife, as go marauding the countryside, looking for ewes in season.

Winter brings out the horny males wishing they were like Rudolph, but when antlers sprout they come again asking for a reprieve. Reindeer, Elk, Moose, and Whitetail deer, make for good game, as perspective hunters pay a goodly sum for information of where they might easily find what they came to shoot.

Now then what is your fancy," she asked, as you stood there dumbfounded and with your jeans-front stiffly tented....
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July 28, 2023
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