"Genie if possible I want to be a stud's stud! i want to know and feel sex as only a few lucky stallion can. To be part in part as a high priced horse, in a Southern Stable, having sex three times per day and all week long. Yea, that to make me long, I want the longest of long horses cock!" I asked and turned to him with a friendly and loving grin.
Genie looked at me and then said, "As you wish my Master but from this wish forward your company I shall not keep!" With those words he tapped the burnt ash from his burning cigar and with a rush of his breath her blew it into my eyes.
Suddenly everything went black but at the same time I felt my body to be very relaxed. I was warm and could hear the dull sounds of pumped liquid.
"No damnit he made me a foal, an unborn foal in some mare's womb, no, no,not like this!" I thought but recieved no answer from the Genie.
Then the whole world began to shake as I jiggled from one side to the other as the mare jostled me along.
All of a sudden we stopped and I tried to compose myself for being maybe reborn as a horse colt. As the horse I was in stood somewhere there came a pressure against my back.
"It's time already! " I thought to myself, I'm being born!
The more pressure I felt the more my legs and body seemed ever more rigid. Soon the pressure was very intense and I was being strained and stretched out as if both pushed and pulled all to once.
"odd!" I wondered it was as if the mare was being picked up or her forelegs had come off the ground making her weight press down against my back.
Then it came, whatever it was like a ripple of strong gripping. I was tossed and pulled, pressed and yanked around till from way up high a wave of puke was forced out my mouth, it tasted putred!
Again and again I heaved out the acrid tasting puke. Then the sickness passed and the soft warm feeling washed over me. The mare had some personal satisfaction as she walked slowly away from wherever she had been.
"Is this not what you asked for my ex-Master?" wondered the Genie as his words pierced into my brain.
"No I expected to be a stallion and not be reborn as a colt and have to grow!" I thought my desires back.
The Genie laughed, "You certainly put that wish to me in a different manor, now I see what your slang meant. Well let me clarify your situation a mite! You are not a colt, nor a complete stallion but as you asked to be a "Stud's stud, part in part as a high priced horse in a Southern Stable, all is true save the fact you are Majestic Price, a race horse now at stud, but you are his stud!"
I thought for a moment and then it came to me what he just said, "I'm Majestic Price's stud, I'm his horse cock, I'm a horse cock!" Suddenly as if my mental words were a stimulie' everything began again to get stiff.