Claire steeled her determination mid gallop to even trample the boy in her quest, especially since the teen looked at her dash with calculating eyes and didn’t gave hints about his intentions.
With a modicum of shock you realize that the young attendant is waiting for you, rather he is even positioning himself with open arms to seemingly catch and stop your sprint with brute force alone.
The image of a boy able to stop a charging horse is ludicrous and you snort derisively, but as you reach his position he twist his body aside and grab a fistful of your mane to climb on your back in a fluid movement, in an absurd move worthy of an action movie.
You panic and lose your nerve when he brush an halter against the muzzle and to dislodge this uninvited passenger you start to kick like a wild horse, giving yourself completely to the new instincts, while the boy secure himself by holding painfully to your black mane.
As the minutes flows you struggle less and less and finally with a triumphant grin the youth secure your muzzle in a brand new halter.
The leader return leading an exhausted Amanda for the reins and congratulates the preening boy, then gaze at you two “ Both spirited mares, without a doubt. One even too clever if I say so myself, while the other is too perky. I foresee you both will give me and the island trouble, so I think you will pass the first couple of months in corral 22, to curb your defiant attitudes.” He takes your muzzle between his hands “And don’t worry about age, my little mare, the changes only strip you of the human body, the lifespan of all our animals remains unchanged, so you will live like this eighty or so years. Aren’t you two lucky?”
He turns toward his coworkers “Bring them to their assigned corral then meet me at the hotel, it seems that a loving couple is rutting like animals in their private suite, if you know what I mean…”
You are loaded in a trailer amid snickers and as you leave the park your thoughts wander to the friends that came with you on the island. Are they well? Will a fate similar to yours befall them too? When the trailer pass by the entrance to the bathroom you search for the familiar face of your crush, but Max is nowhere to be seen, likely already an animal himself.
The sign of corral 22 is the first clue that they are near the new home, the attendant lead both mares inside the grassy corral and make himself scarce as the girls takes cautious steps on the grass.
Just then a large stallion walks toward you with a slow trot and with a quick appraisal his gaze linger a bit on you, while your hearth pound in the chest and your slit become sticky with fluids, before seemingly choosing Amanda.
Your tail twitch along some other private part when the stallion strut toward your nervous friend, and you can see you are not the only horny mare in the enclosure since her tail is lifted, giving you a clear view of her dripping folds.
Claire watch in envy as the strong stallion mount her friend, his cock thrusting into her hot pussy as the mare neigh her passion…
A lasting part of your human mind want to run as fast as you can, but since you continue to watch and daydream about you own turn with the stud you are aroused by the lewd animal noises the two lovers are making as they mate fast and hard.
The stallion grunt and suddenly his cock twitches and fill Amanda with white seed, now you have his entire attention as he pulls out his hard shaft from her vagina and walks to you.
Aroused beyond belief, and entirely willingly, you turn around, lift your tail and present to your mate your dripping folds, you shiver with need when his nose inspect and tickle your slit, brushing against your mounds and licking sensually your moist opening.
You tremble in anticipation when he finally climb on your back and his shaft tease your exposed vagina, then a neigh of pleasure leave your muzzle when your lips parts to accept his tool, your walls squeeze and constrict his cock while the juices of your mating drip on the dirt from your tights.
Each thrust fill you with animal lust, your grunts and neighs climb in volume the more both of you nears the inevitable explosion, at last your vagina quivers as you come along the stud with a loud whinny.