Carl stood for a few moments doing something that comes quite natural to a pony stallion. His sensation was at a peak feeling the wild new passion and his major increase in male size and sexual enhancement. He could think of nothing else right then but his enjoyment of what he had.
It took but a few short minutes before he spewed his first load of equine semen on the cobblestone floor to Ron's stable.
Suddenly realizing his passion being shown to all there he had a flash of human embarressment. In a quick turn on his new four legs and hoofs he headed out of the stables and into the nearby grass green paddock.
Once in the bright sunshine his entrenching instincts grabbed away his rational thought as even though he tried to resist his head lowered and lips nibbled, he began to graze.
All this made Ron laugh out loud seeing his new fortune in pony semen taking his place in the pasture. He was about to turn his thoughts to whoever was in the loft when he got a reminder as to an apointment.
One might expect Ron would have recieved a phone call or saw a clock and thought of the time. Instead his was from a demon familiar, a sheep dog of great size who would come to him when there was someone from beyond the void wishing to contact Ron.
Marcia breathed a sigh of relief wondering if she might have become part of Carl's ultimate herd. Her computer notebook was full enough and she was more than ready to get back to the car.
Sneaking down to the ground Marcia was running across the open field, heading toward her parked car. It was the sight of her running which made Carl lift his head, the grass poked out from the sides of his black fuzzy lips.
Ron might have been young and not always so alert to things about him, but his demon familiars were very alert. As Carl took off on a wild spree running toward the escaping Marcia it was a demon named Buzlara that spied her first.
Marcia was about to reach her car and jumping the fence in a graceful move landed directly before Buzlara.
The demon being prepared for such a thing and time stood before Marcia dressed and looking like a common farm worker. It scared her to find someone there by her car, and to be sure she stood there scared.
Carl coming to a four hoofed screaching halt stood by watching what might happen, his endowment out and getting erect, he was intent on his own sensual emotions.
Buslara reached out a hand as if in friendship only to touch Marica's left cheek. It came as a freezing touch, a burning cold touch that froze her skin hard.
Marcia flung her laptop computer into Buzlara's face knocking him to the ground.
A demon familiar not willing to be made a fool of he reached up and touched the calf of her passing leg.
Carl seeing this went plum nuts, kicking his hind legs up and out behind him. He whinnied and screamed his displeasure as thing took a decidedly nasty direction.
Kicking his human habits for scream for a cop, when in the middle of a law breaking scene. He took off on a wild run, kicking his hind legs back and upward. Hoofs flew about as a Dartmoor pony stallion tried to chase a way the demon about to inflict bodily harm onto Marcia.