Frank junior slowly awoke to find himself still dreaming that he was a black haired pony in Stormy's box stall. Rolling over his sight was blurred, and try as he might could not reach his face with a hand to rub the sleep from his eyes.
A yawn brought a stranger feeling of a thick tongue and funny feeling teeth. Shaking his head violently in hopes of removing the cobwebbed feeling he felt something tickle his neck.
A scramble to stand gave a new resistance and after several tries he stood on all fours looking around. Indeed he was in the stable! He was standing in a box stall with straw covering the floor.
Pushing himself upright he stood unable to balance himself on two feet and wobbling over to the stall's side rail hung over it. Odd very odd that he should feel so awkward and and uncoordinated.
Wanting help he took a breath and screamed for his Dad to come help him into the house. The yell he produced scared the Hell out of him because it came out as a harsh whinnie. Again Frank junior tried to hollar for help but the sound produced was a very horse like whinnie.
Feeling nervous about this strange vocal problem and his waking in the stable he felt another strange feeling. Looking over his shoulder and toward the rear his eyes strained to see his fullish black haired tail flicking his now big hairy butt.
The rememberance of that silly fairy story his Dad told about four men being changed by their father's magic wand now posed a real possibility. Then he vaguely remembered his Uncle Sid pointing the wand at him and telling Franky he was to be Stormy the pony in form.
Looking down his arms supported his body and weight as they held over the side of the stall's side rail. Arms, not quite he oggled his odd vision and finally the blurring cleared. Indeed he had forelegs and hoofs of a black pony.
Whipping his head back to look again over his shoulder her saw a long broad back and butt covered in jet black hair. A shivering chill ran through his body. The truth that he now stood as a pony in a stable embodied itself in a sensual delight like unto a sexual thrill.
A crawling feeling and the youth knew his pony stallion self was becoming erect. Jumping a little the soon massive member bounced and
jiggled sending waves of sexual delight which his pony brain made into pure raw animal lust.
Dipping his head down he knibbled the latch till the stall door swung open allowing him to walk out into the isle. Snorting he pranced about with his pony cock stiff and ready for action.
The animal lust took over his senses and he felt no remorse about sniffing the rumps of the mares standing in their very small stalls. As a mare's tail raised and was held to one side the stallion felt even more desire.
Snuffing great drafting breaths of her winking sexual vulva brought on a wild maddness to procreate. Primal desire to carry on the breed he gave one good jump with his forelegs and straddled her hind quarters. Inching his hind legs a half step closer, he strained to lift the heavy aching member.
The wobbling of the engroused cock gave the need for poking about her buttocks till the delighted feeling of a moist warm spot signaled his equine brain to thrust.
In his cock head went easily pushing aside the lips of the mares sex. In in he moved down into the warm tunnel of her sex and feeling an animal rapture is raw beastial sex.
As her vulva lips smoothed around the sheath at the very base of the stallion's shaft Franky began to hump away with urgent delight. In second his stallion's testicles sent a surge of pony semen down the taunt shaft and sprayed into the womb of the nickering mare.
The sound on someone turned the stallion's head in a jealous thought of possible rival coming into the stable.
Continued thrusting turned him back to the business at hand, only to vaguely hear his Father yell. "NO DAMN IT NO!"