Jason quietly shut the door behind him and took a deep breath as he stepped into the ranch house. It was dark, quiet, and the only light was from the one hanging on the porch. The gentle click click click of the grandfather clock by the fireplace was the only noise.
Jason peeled off his boots, and as he leaned against the wall for support, his only thought was of the mare. He felt his sheath stir and got himself back under control quickly. No raging horse boners when he went to bed. Bad boy.
It was threatening to stiffen, though. He was so turned on by the whole ordeal and his lovely new horse lady. She was right... what would she wind up as? What would happen to Jason? If they kept going, they might swap. Jason might wind up a horse and the mare might wind up a human. Or maybe they’d both become something in between. If Jason fucked Taylor, would she start to change? Could he have two eager horny horse ladies at his disposal? Could he change other horses, too? A harem of willing mares was such a wild fantasy.
In any case, it was a tantalizing thought that made his sheath swell. Jason headed upstairs, avoiding the creaky board on the last step, and faced the upstairs hallway, his bedroom, and the bathroom. He dumped his clothes in the laundry basket, and in the dark he studied his sheath.
Fuuuck. There was no way he was hiding this thing. Without being held by his jeans, it was pronounced. His balls were bigger, his large black sheath was holding fourteen inches of horse dick in it, and there was no way he was going to be able to hide whatever horse’s anus was developing between his back side.
“Oh, yeah, honey, my dick has just more than doubled in size and I’m hung like a horse now!” He whispered to nobody in particular.
What should he do?
Was the mare right? Should he just come clean? Tell me an easier to digest version of the story? Show her? Should he hide it? Should he get Taylor to meet the mare?
He paced the upper hallway for a few moments and sighed quietly.