Somewhat embarressed you think and then out anguish over needing to say something or lose your quarter, the memory of pony Mike comes to mind. He was your best friend in those years of growing up. His willingness to let you toy with him and your longings wishing to know what he was feeling led to many interesting romps in the barn, pasture, and thickets.
"Pony, a pony tail like Mike's!" you exclaim aloud.
A rumble from the machine and lights flash as if it is rationally thinking over your wish. Then like tumblers in a safe there comes this clicking sound and when all is silent the monitor displays the word "granted".
You wait, but nothing is happening! Your hands reach behind you attempting to find the pony tail your expecting to find jutted out over your pouty round rump.
"Nothing, Damn It!" you grumble in disgust. You want to strike out at the maker's of this machine for leading you on and then not making your dream come true.
Scrambling fingers reach down into your pants pocket and come up with one last quarter. Into the slot it goes and the monitor asking the famous question, "What is your wish?"
Fustrated, you stand there and want to speak your line leaving it as a smoking gun of lustful demeaning pattern to make the machine just sit there and smoke.
"I paid my money asking for the tail of a pony like what Mike had, now I want more since you did not really grat my wish before! I, I want to feel and know how it felt for Mike my Welsh Mountain stallion pony to have had sensual thrills. I want to feel thicgs as he felt them, my body, arms, legs, from head to tail do I wish to know what he felt when we played and at those times he was let to mate, that's what I want!" say you to the machine, and sigh!
Again lights flash, gears click, a rumble from deep within the machine and then to your amazement comes up on the monitor a striking picture of the friend you remember so very well.
"Mike!" you say softly, seeing your friend and pet pony displayed in real color as if poised for a sexy photo shot.
Poised he is and just as you once asked the photographer to shoot the shot. Mike standing with hind legs stretched out long behind him, slightly spread, and his male organ jutting out into space. The eyes of your pony stallion being wide open and with a lusting stare at the one who brought him many sensual times. Nostrils expanded the pony looked the ipedemy of sexual passion, sense that is what you give him on almost as if daily.
"Yes like Mike, like that!" you say as the memories of that past time fills you with longing, and your pants with an erection.
The monitor picture fades from Mike's photo to a list of items the machine is now considering.
Skin color: Black
Hair color: Dappled gray, black socks, white star on forehead, black mane & tail.
Gender: Male, mature stallion, slightly oversized testicles, penis twentytwo inches long, common girth, flatened end to shaft, with flared flange about end when fully erect.
Height:12.5 hands high.
Eye color dark brown with red pupils.
Weight:700 Lbs. standing.
Life expectantcy:40-55 years under good care and health management.
"Push red button when ready!" says a note to the bottom of the monitor's screen.