Mitchell stood fearful of what he would ask for if such were possible, and from what hung in his groin, the possibilities seemed all too real.
"If I have a choice... than I would like to be as a pretty pony stallion!" Mitchell responded, he looked down at what he already had and felt a strangely lusty thought to ask and beg for much, much more.
"An excellent choice." Jacob agreed, he walking forward gave a shove to the door opening up a clean stall, then brashly asked with an insisting manner, telling Mitchell to walk and stand inside the stall.
I could use here a Connemara pony stallion, but you need to mature first, so be as a yearling colt for a decade, then matured, I can in good morality, send you out into the pastures to mate with mares." Said Jacob, he pointing for Mitchell to walk into the stall.
Mitchell stood there looking as if quite undecided about spending ten years of his life as only a yearling pony. He wanted to feel the sensations as would a real stallion and stud. He had witnessed many a stallion do his thing, rutting a mare until either one of them farted.
Slowly Mitchell moved toward the stall, but at the last step before entering it, he made a darting run for the barn doorway and to freedom.
"Cowards I have little use, except to help them see and understand the mistake of being born!" Jacob grumbled, he pointing toward the running lad, making Mitchell trip and fall.
"Stupid, you might of made a fine stallion stud in years to come, but what I think of you right now does not warrant you being even an equine, but maybe better you should be a sheepish young ram." Jacob said, he giving a frightful stare down at Mitchell; as Mitchell gazed a look up at Jacob and let out a long and drawn out Baaaaaaa!