Matt felt very calm and quite at home in the pony form he wore. Life was very simple and everything he wanted came in good order. Each new day was as the last so days and time merged into just now!
Only at the times he stood alone enjoying a good round of masterbation did his thoughts drift back to human friends and the sensual conquests he enjoyed.
Yet most of every day was the usual and the sexy mares taunting him to mate and then run away just as he was stiff enough to mount. The ritualistic style of mounting was lost as Matt knew only willing friends who were wanting and willing to have him on top. Matt noticed his ackwardness and on occasional falling off the mare, and so did Frank's Father who knew the ways of horses.
Stormy Matt and Sid got along well together till one day Stormy asked if they might go visit Matt the pony and see how he was getting along. At first Sid was not willing but after a month of nagging he agreed.
The call to upstate New York and the agreement for them to come was set. Another three weeks had gone by but finally Sid's vehicle turned into the long dirt road which ran alone a creek and the pasture. Down the dusty road they drove with Stormy Matt glued to the window. He started heavy breathing as he saw the small herd of mares, but no black stallion in sight.
At long last they arrived at the large field stone veneered house. Sid shook hands with his brother and the misses as Stormy Matt gazed out into the pasture. Sid reminded Stormy Matt of his manners and he greated his uncle and aunt.
Soon a stock truck came up the drive and Frank jumped out all smiles and good health. Stormy Matt gave Frank the hug of a brother long gone which kindof upset Frank.
The evening meal Stormy was quiet but looking as though he was ready to burst. Frank asked Stormy Matt if he would care to help round up the cows and ponys for the night. He agreed and the two youths went out together.
Frank senior turned with his coffee cup in hand and asked Sid, "What in the world brought you way up here? You haven't traveled since Helen passed away oh ten years ago, what's up brother?"
Sid sat with a somber face, "Well St...Matt had been having some strange dreams about Frank and his black pony. He got into the picture album and kept remembering that summer a long time ago when he spent several weeks here. With Helen gone he is too much on his own and after he plagued me to come I finally gave you a call.
"Having a tough time with the young fella' growing up in a city! I noted your studder, you shouldn't refer to Matt as Stupid Matt so much!" said Frank.
Suddenly from outside, "NO, NO, DAMN IT NO!" screamed Matt as he stormed into the house. Red faced and upset he could not speak a word.
"What happened Franky," asked his Father.
"He blew up!" said Frank junior. "I was moving the mares to the barn when he asked where Stormy was? I told him that you were the first to notice he couldn't keep his balance and kept falling off the mares. I'm affraid I might have been too harsh but I told him how we agreed to sell him for slaughter. Heck he was sixteen years old and if he got worse I'd have to shoot him. That's when he started to scream!'
Matt by this time had walked back outside and was standing by the fence petting a dappled gray mare.
Sid, Franky, and Frank looked out at Matt. "How would he know?" asked Franky.
"Know what," asked Sid.
"That mare was Stormy's dam or his mother I mean," replied Franky.
Frank senior looked at Sid with a stern face. "Sid I think we need to talk as brothers, walk with me!"
As they stepped out the house Frank's wife and Franky look at them and wondered what was up?
"Sid, our father was the best magic act in 'Boston Bobs Circus'! We both know his magic was much more real than anyone knew, except for a few crooks that ended up as Percherons pulling wagons. That wand is in your position, right?"
"Yup, it is kept by me!" said Sid.
"Oh Hell, Matt found it some months back and was playing around with it in the bathroom. He made some wish and pointed it at himself in the mirror. Why I can't say but he was thinking of Frank junior and his pony when he made a wish. The best I can imagine is that somehow the pony Stormy and Matt exchanged bodies. Now he learned his own previous form was sold to a meat packer and he is stranded as a human."
"You stupid son of a bitch don't you have any feeling for Matt, your son! By now he may be in the slaughter line awaiting his skull to be crushed and his body cut up for dog meat," yelled Frank.