As you whinney, and your hooves clatter against the concrete floor, Tony continues to laugh.
"What was it you said about why you thought I wanted to be mascot, Chad?" Tony asks with a grin. His face turns red with laughter and falls on the ground rolling with laughter.
Chad froze. His eyes widened. He shook his long mane violently, snorted, and then lowered his head. He had to turn his new horse head sideways to look between his forelegs. He craned his neck further, but he couldn't see his penis. He raised his head up horror, her head he realized. He swallowed hard.
It had been a week ago, after practice, Tony was dropped from the team because of an injury. Tony said he'd still be on the field, but he'd be the mascot. Ricky had teased him about the mascot wearing a skirt. Chad had teased that "everyone knows why mascots wore skirts, so they could mount their mares."
The mascot traditionally rode a mare. Chad turned his head toward Tony and stared at the recumbant young man. From this angle, Chad could see that Tony had indeed gone commando under his leather skirt, and he was sporting a boner. Chad started to back away, he was planning to bolt from the room.