Mark knew that there was a risk in going back to the Stables, but right now he didn't have much choice. If there was anywhere that had the cure to his current predicament then it was there. He started back through the forest the way he came, his body felt strange and alien, but the more he moved the more it felt natural.
When he finally reached the Stables he saw that the attendants had gotten back. How long had he been in that daydream? What had transpired while he was gone?
"Alright, we need to find the stallion still," the woman from before said to a male attendant. "He's not to escape, do I make myself clear?"
"Yes ma'am," the male attendant said as he and some others headed back into the forest while Mark hid away.
He frowned a little, but at least that meant there wasn't going to be very many people there. He waited until the female attendant had gone around the building before he slipped inside and a scent hit his nose. He could smell all the horses, and especially the mares and their pheromones, he felt his arousal growing as his horse cock started to slide out of its sheath again.
"No, I have to focus..." he said through gritted teeth as he stumbled forward, his body and instincts fighting him every step of the way. As he looked around he realized that the mares looked familiar, they were the same mares from his fantasy, even down to the two identical ones that had to be the twins, they swished their tails and looked at him as if saying "Its our turn now."
He kept going though, it was hard to keep fighting but he had to at least try. And that's when he found...