"Looking for old memories Matt, I found the magic wand in the bathroom and put it away. I also know that you are my son in body only. When the Wand is in a hand of experiance it can show me it's most recent use, and of course the resulting actions taken."
Matt looked up at his Father drinking in each word.
"I see that you have recognized your animal self in the photo. I should be angry with Matt but he by now is learning some truths about life. Yet you Stormy has the chance to learn living as a human and experiance the joys and delights humans' enjoy. Say why don't we go out to supper together, we can talk openly about this and maybe you might even wish to stay human," said Father.
Stormy Matt smiled, "I thank you for helping me in this strange time. I have been a stallion at stud for sixteen years, if your son's memory is correct. I am not happy as a human and have lost much which I enjoyed. Yet as I enjoyed my pony body the appreciation of it was beyond my ability. Please let's go graze somewhere and tell me why I should desire to live as your son?"
Ole' Daddy and Son walked out the door being to learn about eachother as if they had not seen the other for some time. Stormy Matt had to learn to sit in a vehicle, ride at greater speeds than he could have run, and wear a seat belt.
As they ate table manners were quickly mentioned as Stormy Matt pondered how to eat a chicken salad. His face was now flatter and he watched Matt's Father use a fork. The feel of the utinsel was strange, and he wanted to bury his face into the big bowl just as he'd done for years.
"Strange I bet," said Matt's Father, "strange to have gorged yourself by the use of thick lips and big teeth and now have the human civilized ways of knife, fork, and spoon."
Matt looked into the wise eyes of his new friend and smiled with a mouth full of salad. "I feel so limited in this form, clothing binds me, your civilized ways of eating baffle me even more!"
"Call me Sid, Stormy, don't keep taking to me as if you don't know my name. My son was never allowed to call me by my first name but you need to become more attached, and learn to feel easy about living here," said Sid.
A small grin as Stormy Matt kept chowing down and enjoying the strange tart taste of French dressing which he had dumped over the salad.
After dinner the two walked the city park talking about Sid's family history. Widowed, Sid told of past times of personal sorrow. Tears welled up as Sid talked about his loving wife and then the troubles between him and his son.
Stormy Matt sat down on a park bench and began to weep as someone who had gone through Hell. "I remember, I remember her, my true mother a mare on that wonderful farm. Now that I have a human mind the memories of her come back to me. Her kind soft ways, her gentle nursing me to be able to live on my own as if she realised she would not be there forever, oh Mother!"
The memories ran deep as the two talked about Stormy's animal life growing up, and his freedoms and total lack of morals. Then Sid trying to relate human accomplishments, getting a home and having worked to get the things people cherish. The bond was building as they walked back to Sid's vehicle and drove back to the apartment.
At the apartment Sid turned to Stormy Matt and asked, "Tonight, what would you body be doing about now?"
Story Matt smiled and laughed. "I see you are wodering what kind of life your Matt is having back on the farm. Well let me think, the daily actions of a pony keep to a regular basis. As the sun rises you get up to your feet and await the feeder, that is Frank Evers to come to the stable and give us all food."
Sid sat down for a long story to come.
Stormy matt began to pace about as he spouted about his normal day when a pony stallion. "Once fed we are let out to the pasture. I would follow the mares and keep a watch over them in case any other stallions should come near. Oh that was stupid because I was the only stallion on the farm and in the pasture! Then the lovely scent of a mare's vagina would touch my nostrils and the brain would run wild with sensual desires."
Sid began to squirm in his chair.
"It took a moment and my much bigger cock came out of my sheath and dropped limp down. In a minute or two it would stiffen and I would raise it till the sensual thing bounced off my hairy belly. As I released pressure it swung back down and soon my semen spurted out. The smell of my own seed gave me a calming effect, and soon I walked along letting the cock slap from side to side against my thighs. The feel was just as exciting as when I ....."
Sid was feeling a certain stiffness and felt uncomfortable.
Then the day would settle down to munching the sweet grasses and leave the long sour one's alone.