Both stallion and mare bowed and looked up to see the fear filled eyes to Mr. Morrison. Overcome with questions he sat down on the straw covered floor.
"Jennifer, how, how did you become a mare? I must be nuts, but I see clothing and a mare I didn't own now mated with a stallion pony!"
Jennifer's father was nervious as his hands reached out to grasp the clothing. A warm feeling in a pocket brought his attention. Pulling out the medallion he looked at it as he viewed his newest mare.
The power pulsed in the medallion as he held it up to the mare's face. "Does this have anything to do with your situation? asked a father in a quivering voice.."
Just then the barn phone rang. He jumped up to get it and said, "Hello dear!"
The call from his wife in the main house told him she was going to bed early and he and Jenn could come when done with chores. "Yes, Yes dear we will be in later."
Walking back to the stud and his pony daughter he closed the dutch door to their box stall. "Good night Jenn and friend, I'll see you in the morning." He truned off the main isle light and walked out of the barn and out of Jenn's sight.
Jarred nickkered at his mate to come and play. Jennifer feeling a little remorse turned and followed her love into the blackness of the stall.
Mr. Morrison walked around the barnyard talking to himself and kicking stones with his shoe. Looking up he saw his pair of draft horses still at the pasture gate, awaiting to go to their stalls.
George and Grace had been his best pair of Halflinger draft horses he ever owned. The pair showed up at an auction about six years ago and he bid on them. A strange affair since the auctioneer had no notice of the pairs' ownership.
Clipping a rein to Gracie's bridle he led her into a barn stall. Then he returned to get George. As he turned the corner of the barn he saw George in stallion delight masterbating his twentytwo inch cock. Walking close Mr. Morrison stroked the face of the blonde stallion.
"George, tonight my daughter somehow became a mare. I'm sure that this medallion thing had something to do with it!" As the stallion continued to enjoy the moment, Mr. Morrison talked to himself even more.
"What could have gone through my daughters head that she would become a mare, a horse, an animal? Hey ole's stud I wish that you and I could switch lives for a week, then we would both know how the other lives!"
"OUCH, that things HOT, screamed Mr. Morrison!"
As he looked down at it a flash of light passed out into the air. Mr. Morrison blinked and twisting his head tried to stare at the medallion in his hand. Just then his hand closed around the medallion.
"Well what goes around comes around! I thank you Mr. Morrison you have a fine strong body!"
The Halflinger stallion looked up and saw his own body now in the life of George. "Yup I had that medallion at the auction! Wished me and Grace could just live out our lives as quiet beasts. Pow their we were being sold as draft horses to you. Well for a week or more you can be the stud and I'll be a man again!"