Randy groggily woke up. He found himself being carted on a large table out of the lab.
"Oh, you are awake now. Get up and join the other horses. Quick, before someone sees us together," said Vincent, as Randy slid off the table onto unsteady feet. He still felt bit woozy, but he managed to stay upright. He tried to thank Vincent, but he couldn't form the words in his mouth. It was like his lips were numb.
"No time for thanks. Just get going, " said Vincent, as he slapped Randy hard on the rump.
Randy stumbled forward, and joined the herd of horses trotting down a long hallway towards a bright light. He saw that he was just a little bit bigger than the other horses, and wondered if the procedure had worked. He stepped into the bright light and found himself back in the large meadow at the entrance of the Farm.
Looking around, he saw that he was much bigger than most of the horses. He had just been entering the Farm with a small herd of Clydesdales like himself. But he seemed to tower over the smaller riding horses. They looked at him with awe, especially the mares. Yes, this was the respect he had been looking for. He had always been a runt his whole life. Now he was the big man around here. He looked at the other Clydesdales, sizing them up. He was a little bigger than most of them. But then again, they were all geldings. He looked down, and saw that his equipment was thankfully still intact.
Well, well, though Randy with a smile. I guess this is another reason I was getting so much attention Aren't many studs with a package as large as mine.
He smiled as he pranced into the yard with his herd. He saw Sarah and Micah, the two girls from school who had come with him on vacation. They stared at him with interest. He decided to give them a show, and tried to stimulate himself. His new large cock began to snake out of its sheath. The girls blushed and turned away. Randy got out of formation, splitting off from the herd, and began to trot towards them.
Suddenly, a large stallion appeared before him, blocking his path.
"And just where do you think you are going? " said the horse angrily.
Randy struggled to explain, but still couldn't form words. The horse stared at his cock, which rapidly wilted and returned to its sheath.
"I see," said the horse thoughtfully. " Well, we work for a living around here. And if you expect to stay, you gotta earn your keep. Now get back in line with the rest of the herd."
Randy ducked his head and complied, trotting quickly to catch up with the others. He soon found himself with the others, at the edge of a large dirt field.
The horse he met earlier stood in front of the group.
"Welcome. Now we have a lot of work to do and little time to do it, so I'll make this short and sweet. My name is General Tom. My friends call me Tom, but you sorry lot can call me General or Sir. As you can tell, I am the big boss around here. I'm the one who tells you what to do, and when to do it. You shouldn't take a piss without asking my permission first. Now, draft horses like us are the backbone of the Farm. We keep the other horses well fed, and happy. That's a lot of work, but it is also very rewarding. Today, we have many things that need to get done. On the west field, they are clearing some woods and they need some horses to haul the trees away. Two fields in the east need to be plowed. They are very large, so we will need quite a few horses there. The south fields are being harvested, and they need some horses to haul the heavy carts of unprocessed grain to the mills. The apples in the north section are ripe, and they need some horses to haul the apple carts. And of course, some of us will need to pull the fancy carriages the humans are so fond of riding in."
The other horses groaned.
"I know, I know. It may not be as prestigious, but it is necessary. The income helps support the farm. Any volunteers?"
Randy stepped forward. This wasn't what he signed up for. He wanted to have fun, not do heavy work.
"Sir, this is mistake. I not supposed to work, " Randy struggled to say.
General stepped forward. "Son, what did you say? Are you challenging me?"
"No, no I just don't work . I special," said Randy.
The other horses roared in laughter. The General was not amused.
"Special, huh? Son, I don't care who your parents were or what you got between your legs. In this Farm, every horse has got to pull his own weight. What's your name, son?" said the General.
"Snowball, " mumbled Randy.
The General leaned in close. "What's that? Didn't catch your name. Can you say it a little louder please?"
"Snowball. My name is Snowball, Sir, " said Randy loudly.
The other horses once again roared with laughter. Anna had given him that name. He didn't like it, but she assured him it was a perfectly good name for a horse. Vincent wanted him to keep it because it would make the paperwork easier. They had just lost a horse named Snowball.
"Well, Snowball, I think I got just the perfect job for you on your first day. Since you are so special, why don't you...."