A sudden passion to run and leave the tent where you are embarressed by the sex act just played out by Jack and you. A quick look both right and left one starts like a road racer coming off the starting line.
The thunder you feet make as one runs over the boards which make El'Magnifico's stage. The Grand Master calls to you and in a quick look over one's shoulder to check if he's following a blunder makes matters even worse.
"Look out Kevin!" calls El'Magnifico.
Your feet become tangled and in a split second one find's one's self falling forward off the front edge of that high stage. Bad as it was to trip and fall the fact you had not noticed an Usher holding the reins of a huge 17hand tall Belgian Draft Horse and mare just below and front to center. The giant mare was positioned for some crude up coming enactment, but you were about to be the main act right then.
The first thing you saw was the footlights and an tall fall from that stage. Instinctively your arms came up and forward so as to cushion the fall. Fingers touch as if to make your swan dive off the stage an act of wonderous poise.
As your face passed the footlights a dim lighted band sat to your left and directly in front and below was Helen. She heard to comotion and turned her great head just in time to see you coming her way.
Instincts played on Helen as she had a crude dream of some young man jumping into her broad and wet horsey vulva. Now was her dream to come true as with your tripping and fall her desire was coming along quite fast.
Helen sidestepped her great rump and with docked tail held high she offered a warm place in her heart for one such as you.
It migh have been maybe three seconds total but to you it was an eternity. Your pressed hands entered those black lips of equine sex first. Then with velocity your arms, head, shoulders, chest, stomach, thighs, buttock, legs, and feet slid down that warm and slick shaft.
Helen lurched ahead as her vulva and womb filled with a young man human. Stunned you gulped for air and all was in blackness and slime.
The dim sound of external applause and laughter made you a little angry. Helen was quickly led out the tent and with you stuck deep and fast she was taken to a place where Jeb Flycatcher, a stable owner could examine the situation.
Grooping in the blackness and slime of Helen's large womb, you first need is for some air. Pushing you head back up the birth canal Helen's taunt muscles press you back down into a fetal ball.
The air is getting thin and your mind is in a spin. A hand and arm reach up, up, and up till the finger greet the touch of cool air outside. A little twisting of the wrist bring inside air enough to breath as Helen joggles you alone.
After much time passed you can just hear the usher explaining what happened to Helen. The feel of a man's big muscled hand touching yours brings wild hope of getting out.
"Be calm down there I'll give you some help in a minute!" said Jeb Flycatcher, Horse Doctor, and much worse.
Several minutes passed and you were getting anxious. Then the touch to your fingers again and a small pipe is inserted down Helen's birth canal.
Talking through the pipe you hear Jeb's plans.
"Got yourself in quite the fix in there! I have a thought it would be better for Helen to spit you out in a natural way so I'm sending down some special liquid." announced Jeb.
The blackness to which you are now a prisoner is invaded by a even more foul smelling liquid from the pipe. You cough until from in the blackness comes a feeling like your not alone.
Fear brings on screaming as you and even Helen gets nervous.
"You'll be just fine in a few minutes!" comes the words down that rubber pipe.
Helen calms down but you still feel as if something is crawling around with you inside that big horse. Then in a screaming pain your bitten! The outstretched hand is yanked inside to fight the new threat. Suddenly a sharp pain to your belly announced the joining of an ambilical tube.
Fear and screaming for help brings only a few words but no comfort from Jeb. "Easy in there, easy! You swallowed a load of Jack's semen not too long ago, that makes this easier! Helen is a good mare and given a few months of her nursing you alone I'm sure you will be reborn to this world as a fine sturdy foal!"
Jeb listens to the end of that rubber hose as he slowly removes it up Helen's brith canal.
"Help!" is what he hears and with a grin tells the usher to take Mable for El'Magnifico's next trick as Helen is now with foal.
The liquid and Helen's own juices make short work of disolving your clothes. After a short time which to you was an eternity in Hell, your naked and beginning to take on the form of a Belgium Draft horse and Fathered by one large gray Jackass.