Equine instincts invade the mind, what was as a human becomes bestial of desire, brutal of force, and once mounted on the hearty big mare there comes a moment of choice.
Red sneers a half smile, she says as if in a warning, "Do her now as your loins urge you to do and this big brute of a beast horse form is yours until the second tick before you die.
Do as I say and you can become your human form, with one exception, that being the loss of those bigger balls, once castrated, a gelded horse has less use for Granny. Do as I say, allow the roving doctor to come and remove your jewels, and in the space of a month you shall again stand on two feet and not four!"
Granny made no mention of such a disturbing choice, but the thought of it causes the stomach to turn and that raging male erection to become all the stiffer.
Anguish mixes with anger, a formidable blending of heightened sensations, the mare stands poised and waiting, she holds her head low as a sign of her submitting to a stallion to quell her horrid sexual need.
Red stands there, as much apposed as she seems ready to let the foolhardy man doom himself to be a draft horse stallion at work and at stud for many years to come, the wonder of it is enough to drive a person mad!