Chad somehow managed to make it from his home unseen to just outside the service gate to the fenced Huntingdale Stables. He heard a truck rumbling up the street and crouched low behind the foliage. The horse trailer stopped. Two men got out to lift the rails off their posts to allow the truck to drive in on the service road.
"You're sure he'll come?" the passenger asked the driver.
The driver replied, "Oh, yeah that dumb blond guy played with his ball stretcher. He's lucky he didn't geld himself."
While the men busied themselves opening the gateway, Chad stealthily emerged from the bushes, and climbed over the half doors on the back of the trailer. Two stallions were tethered inside the trailer to the far wall.
Chad whispered to the horses, "Room for one more stud?" as he climbed in. Chad realized his voice sounded different when he spoke. It was deeper, and maybe a little hoarse sounding.
The vehicle lurched forward. Chad ducked down, so as not to be seen. The truck had driven through the now open gateway. Then the men stopped to replace the rails to gate the service entrance to the stables. While they were stopped, Chad noticed that there were more hooves than just two horses shoukd have. He counted twelve hooves on the floor of the trailer. But he only had seen two horses.
He shuffled his feet or hands? His hands were feet? He looked at the four extra hooves. He realized that the extra hooves belonged to him. He raised his right foreleg. There was no mitt. It was flesh and bone or nail or whatever a horse's hoof and leg were made out of. He heard the truck doors slam. He planted his hoovee firmly on the floor, and braced as best he could for movement.
Then he looked between his legs and whinnied in surprise. He literally was hung like a horse. The costume was gone. He was a naked stallion. The engine roared to life again. Then they drove to the stables.