Bob was so tired he fell sound asleep. It was some time later when he lay there a soft voice urged him to awake. A moan and two groans had him coming around, his eyes opened to a view straight out of hell.
A pretty face she had but from there back and down a pony she was. One solid, well formed, almost perfect conformation and what was the worst for Bob she had the same carmel colored hair like the pony he fucked on stage.
"I...I...you..!" Bob tried to exclaim.
"Easy now, no she was my Sister, my younger Sister! She came looking for me after what must have looked like a disappearance, but was as you see me now. I like you and so many others who have come to the Pony Club found our sensual dreams came true. As I longered to feel the wild sensations of a mare in heat and thus with her stallion the quenching of her lust. My lust has been quenched so many times I changed from the thirty year old woman to be a mature pony mare." said the human faced pony.
Bob was still so thrilled by his sexual encounter that he could barely talk. Yet the Ponygirl stood by and continued to explain many things Bob had never understood.
"I see you had some special reservations made, do you still want them?" asked the cute Ponygirl.
A dull look and one simple "Huh" came from Bob.
"Oh I saw your Ferry ticket and the reservation ticket of a private carriage ride to the Bacchanal Glade. If you want that as your ultimate sensual goal it can be arranged or if remaining here I can have you maybe over time become as I but like the stallion you proved to desire out on stage today!" said the Ponygirl.
Slowly Bob's wits were returning as his penis ached something awful. He suddenly took note he was still naked laying there, and sat up quickly to search for some covers.
"Oh cool down, I've seen dozens of young and old men who came here doing just what you did a few hours ago! I was wondering if you had enjoyed this enough to want for staying? You act out there was a real fine one and if you stayed on your change to a pony stallion could be assured. Yet if you want these ticket I'm sure the Satyrs at the Bacchanal would have you enjoy being a satyr, a satyress, or maybe just become a full goat and fuck toy. So think about it as I let you rest, but I'd consider this one thing first off, you now got one hell of a fine pony cock out of your first time round!" explained the cute carmel Ponygirl.
A quick look down reminded Bob of those sensual squeezings and how he had burrowed so deep into the warm welcoming black pony pussy. He onw penis was now lodged in what was like a sheath. It had attached to his belly as still pink skin but with the common folds of one bestial sheath and cock.
Seeing and hearing he had to think this over.