"Oh yes," are two words that ring loud and true in that equine sized' brain. Dear Red you knew and wanted to know of her carnal delights; wishing when a man to mate with her hot and sexy body.
"Why yes and why not," says Red to her draft horse stallion lover.
A moment later and Granny returns, she scowls at the sight of seeing Red doused by horse semen, and she, Red seemingly enthused by what you have done. "Red, granddaughter of my family, dare you defame our status!"
Your sense of feeling equine, stallion pleasure from a massive sexual release is beyond you most favored dream coming then true. As much that you felt a sense of delight, so did Red, and her enthusiasm for drenched facially by equine spunk tends to tickle your masculinity to become re-hard, your cock stiffening, that trumpet bell distal head flare big again.
"Yes, oh yes how I do love the smell and taste of stallion semen," Red exclaims, she not paying any attention to her Granny, but began then stroking your cock with her petite feminine hands. "My sweet, as is your cock's mighty flared head to large to entice and enter my quivering pussy; I might be capable to wrap my lips around it and drink all you can spew!"
You felt willing to help Red gain her fullest appreciation of you being a stallion; but with that wider equine vision, you noted to see Granny holding in her left hand a divining rod, her magical wand.
"Dare you to defile and dissuade my granddaughter, she now learned to like sucking big cocks!
Indeed, if your cock could fit past her labia lips, she would let you impregnate her. As maybe she has need to learn the beastly lust of what a mare feels when in the throngs of equine estrus?
Experience is a grand teacher of immoral delights, and she becoming a mare is as immoral as any female of the animal kingdom. So then there stud, is you permanent link to being born a human a worthy trade?
Dare I now, as spellbind Red, she becoming for you are your mare mate, a two year endowment of her being a Percheron mare; and you her stallion, you breeding with her daily, mating four times each day.
Bestial lust is a form of passion the person fool enough to begin soon discovers it as all consuming. If you cherish Red, do tell, nod to agree, as your permanent bodily self shall be a human thinking, loveable male Percheron stud!
Make this trade and my Red after two long years of living the beastly lifestyle of her being molested constantly, she shall turn her desires toward regaining again being a young woman, a witch taught to hold her sexuality in check.
Then, as for you, I shall gift to you your' biblical lifespan of remaining as virile a stallion for seventy years. Consider that, all the stallion equine style sexual delights for decades; and my thanks, adding you my promise of an elegant lifetime, you owned by me, boarded at a Percheron stud, and given all the mares your cock could ever want...!"