Matt wasn't too sure of his whereabouts but his memories were quickly going up in smoke. The moment he opened his eyes the memory of this place seemed all too real. Yet now after thirty minutes he wasn't sure if he remembered or even cared to know.
A vibrant feeling of strength and agility as he trotted and galloped up and down the pasture. The faster he ran the more physical delight he felt the human thought pattern degraded down to pure stallion.
Suddenly a favorite odor caught the breeze. Him the feeder had come, food, food, was all that came to mind and he ran like the wind to his master.
Frank Evers was now grown to such size that it made nye to impossible to ride his ole' friend Stormy. A slap to the strong neck and a smooth stroke down the sleek muscled back gave Stormy Matt a chill of pure delight.
Walking toward the stable the personal odors of Stormy and the mares touched his senses. As Stormy Matt strolled along getting ever closer to the stable he felt a passion grow for the place. Many fine and fun rememberances of mares and food brought on a sensual thrill.
As the sixteen year old stallion walked along his passion showed well by the big pony cock falling from it's warm home and into the day. Frank noticed the long shaft as it waggled with each move of the hind legs.
Gogging along the more it swung the stiffer it got. Finally Stormy had to stop and fill a personal need. Standing like a statue he began to stiffen and then relax the member. This would have it bounce off his hairy belly and fall loose toward the sheath.
This action was a normal fact of life for a true stallion and Frank stood by till the passion released the mind and animal to walking again. Several minutes passed till the semen shot out and stuck to the back of the forehoofs and fetlocks.
Now done with his demanding need the stallion pony again walked with his master to the stable and an evening ration of grain, hay, and water.
As Matt was lost in beastial life and buried in instincts, his body at home had regressed back to gay blade he was before. Yet now Stormy's life path held the young man's body. Stormy who up to this time bathed in ignorance and loved every minute.
Stunned he stood knowing all the life of his new body. Memories, pals, friends, buddys, family, all the things a stallion would give a rip shit about. Hands had replace hoofs and he stood almost hairless unlike his stallion body. "Damn!" As he took a good look at his maleness and felt the true loss of his situation. It was so short, so small, and had to hang loose without a sheath to keep flies from biteing.
"Matt," called his father!
A father, who cared he was just another male wanting to take away his property. Anger welled up and feeling a jealous hate he stood not wishing to answer even if he knew how to speak.
"Hey stud best get going if you have plans for tonight," said Daddy.
The anger quickly subsided as he heard him addressed with respect for his status as the prime stud. A grumbling grunt and he shoved past his father and walked rather unsteady into the hall. A fact to be reconed with was now he stood on two legs and not four.
Thinking to leave the apartment he turned and saw a family picture album and thought to look it over. Sitting was also new in the pattern of human life. Looking over the pictures of his bodies' youth gave new meaning to this strange life.
A short few pages in and the sight of a jet black Welsh pony took all his thoughts. 'That's me!" As soon as he spouted the words he clamped his lips shut. He had spoke as a man and also saw his own body in a old family picture.
The caption on the photo was Stormy at Frank Evers family farm.
He had to know how to get back to that farm. His body was there and he wanted it back more than anything. Suddenly as the want came to mind the memory of the wand and it's power made everything possible.