What all had happened left Blake in a mental fog, as he did not know much of anything, although he felt fear, and his surrounding were very different. More than anything, Blake was not his normal self; he seemed to realize that fact, though he was worried as to fearing for his safety.
Brad talked softly to the big horse, and his voice worked well to quell in Blake his horrid as overpowering sense of fear he felt. He was nervous, as the tile floor hurt his hoofs, and sent strike shock pains up his forelegs, as this strange sensation was a bother.
Brad found the torn clothes of some fellow who left his stuff tossed into a corner of the room, as removed the leather belt from a pair of slacks and looping it over the head of Black Star, worked well as a rein to walk the horse out from the boys bathroom. The hard strike sounds of iron horse shoe clip-clopping along the hard floor of the school hallway was a wake-up call to students and teachers alike as They sat in classrooms.
Blake went with Brad as he knew of him and felt an urge to trust Brad, being Blake felt disassociated by what all had happened to him. As about halfway to the front office, and Blake stopped, as stood breathing rapidly the same way a horse does when feeling of an urge. As to the dismay of Brad, he knew what was to come, when he saw the horse unfurl its penis from out the sheath.
Nerves were tattered and caused the bladder to become a bother to the equine part of what became as Blake, he felt a sense of need and responded in kind, as the stallion let go a stream of yellow urine that splattered as made a puddle of froth on the hallway floor. As the last drips dribbled urine from the placid hung horse cock, Blake felt ready then to proceed walking toward the front office, the school principle, maybe Mrs. Hayden and a host of questions; hanging on the questions as why did Betty bring her 4-H horse to school?