"And coming in blazing, at an astounding speed of 67 Kilometers per hour, are Dean and Sahara, our new champions!"
The crowd went wild, as Dean dismounted from sahara to stand on the podium. This was his dream come true!
After the photo session, the prize collecting and fan meetings, Dean and Jeff returned, exhausted, to the stables. Dean let Jeff into his stall, grooming him and feeding him sugar cubes. They both couldn't belive that they've actually won!
"I bet you're wondering why I asked you to stay another week as my horse, aren't you, girl?" He asked Jeff. Jeff nodded, nickering, eager to hear the answer.
"Well, it isn't really going to be all week-that was my plan b, if we wouldn't have won the race. But since we've won, You'll turn back to yourself in two days from now."
Jeff was happy for that. He enjoyed being a horse, but... He wanted to be himself again. To walk on two legs, to use his hands, to eat human food... But why Dean wanted him to stay as a horse for tommorow?
"Oh, yeah, I haven't really answered the question, have I? Well, you see, it's tradition for top racers to be taken after the race... for breeding."
'BREEDING?!' Thought Jeff, neighing and stomping the ground angrily. What was Dean meaning by that?!
"Hey, calm down, girl, calm down... I setted it so this night, you'll get into heat... and tommorow we'll bring Thunder to the farm-remember him? The black Thoroughbred that came in second? And you'll get to know really well each other." He giggled.
'I have not accepted this!' Neighed Jeff. 'This is sick!'
"Oh, don't worry, Sahara, you won't actually get pregnent by him. I set the Chronivac to prevent it. You're just gonna have some horse fun, and trust me, you'll love it."
'Absolutly not!' protested Jeff. He whinneyd and stomped, showing his disapproval. Dean just smiled. "Oh, come on, girl," He said. "Lets just wait for tommorow. After you'll get into heat, I'm sure that you'll want him so badly..."
Jeff continued his protests. Dean sighed. "Well, see you tommorow, Jeff-I mean, Sahara."
He exited the stables, leaving Jeff storming in anger in his stall. He went to his bed, and suddenly, an idea swirled into his mind... 'How would Jeff react if I were to be the stallion?'