A sorrowful father was nervous as he reached down to grasp the clothing torn off the body of his changing daughter. He felt too of a warm feeling pulsing in his shirt pocket. He then pulling out the Medallion, he looked at it as thought about his newest mare.
Just then the barn phone rang. He ran to get it and said, "Hello!"
The call from his dear wife having returned to being her born self, as he wanted in the worst way to inform her as to what became of their daughter. The misses was in the main house, calling out using the intercom phone, as told the mister she was very tired and was going to bed early, he could come when done with his chores.
Mister Morrison answering his wife said, "Yes, Yes dear we, I will be in later."
Walking back to the stud and his pony daughter he said a fond farewell good-night, he leaving them in the corral as it offered enough space for two horny animals to mate. "Good night Jen and friend, I hope to see you in the morning." He walked out of their view, as Jennifer whinnied, and Jaded snorted.
Mr. Morrison walked around the barnyard talking to himself and kicking stones with his shoe. Looking up he saw his pair of draft horses still at the pasture gate, awaiting to go to their stalls. George and Grace were his best pair of Halflinger draft horses he ever owned. The pair showed up at an auction about six years ago and he bid on them. A strange affair since the auctioneer had no notice of the pairs' ownership. Mr. Morrison clipping a rein to Gracie's bridle he led her into a barn stall. Then he returned to get George. As he turned the corner of the barn he saw George in stallion delight, he masturbating, wagging his 22 inches of cock. Walking close Mr. Morrison stroked the face of the blonde stallion. "George, tonight my daughter somehow became a mare. I'm sure you recall about this Medallion thing had something to do with it!"
As the stallion continued to enjoy the moment, Mr. Morrison talked to himself even more.