Warm and cozy the soothing salve makes my whole body feel comfortable like nothing ever before. The odor makes my nose twitch as if a sneeze is welling in my toes and working it's way up my body.
"Ahhh, ahhh, ahhhhh, ahhhhCHOOO!" it explodes out as I raised my hands to cover my mouth the salve's taste touches my lips and tongue.
"Ick that stuff tastes like el'yuck'o," and rub a I might it doesn't want to come off my lips.
Trying to forget the taste in my mouth I begin to drift off into a well needed nap.
Asleep a dream of walking a thin black line that looking behind me stretches to the horizon. A view ahead the line also runs on into infinity. I walk the line, faster and faster but never do I see the end, it just continues on and on.
The dream starts again and I think I'm sweating. A nervous felling of longing for this all to quit. A thought that even death is a welcomed friend as the dream starts again.
Moaning, I'm moaning aloud from the dream! I flop from side to side on the bed struggling to awaken and end the dream. Finally my eyes open and the friendly white ceiling without any lines is suspended above the bed. If this was to be relaxing and fun then that old man is a jerk at best!
I roll to the edge of the bed and sit there trying to screw my head back in place from that damn' dream. Looking down the evening light is gone and my room was dark. I stretched my stiff legs and reaching the floor went to crunch my toes in the thick pile carpet.
Strain as I did my toes would not clench into the carpet. Indeed they too were stiff and felt numb. As I stretched my legs I had the feeling I was slipping off the bedside. "Must be sitting too close the edge!" I said out loud beginning to talk to myself.
Digging elbows into the bed I boost myself back onto the bed a little. The scent of the salve has changed and the room is filled with a fresh smell of open fields and fresh cut grass.
Laying flat on the bed with legs hung in space from the bedside I try to put my thoughts in order. Stranger than strange but I can't focus on what needs to be done tonight. No sooner does the memory of what is to be done and another thought sorta' takes it's place. Thoughts feel clouded by a desire to stand and relieve my self. Yet I'm so mixed up I wait to make any move at all.
Sitting up I try to push off the bed to stand only to fall forward and lean on the chest-of-drawers.
The tall mirror offers me the truth about what is actually happened! I cock my head and oggle the strange view. Looking back at me is a hairy faced human head with pointed ears and wide nostrils.
My hands are dark with hair covering every part except my finger nails. The nails now are dark in color and sharpe talon like claws. The look down the left side of my body shows dark hair everywhere.
I lift my left leg to see it's hairy as well but now makes me stand in a crouching stance on long feet and a solid one toe hoof. Looking again into the mirror I reached for the night light on the wall. A click offers seven watts of pure terror.
Standing back from the dresser I look down my front at the beastial form which is below. As terror subsides the strangest of thing starts I'm actually turned on by the feeling of being part animal.
The salve jar sits on the bedstand and I see that there is still some inside. Enough for my hairy head I thought! Wondering if the change would be more sensual if I'd rubbed it in the hair? "Ah what the Hell!" as I pick up the jar and pull out two fingers covered in smelly salve.
A head full of gooy hair and a desire to close my eyes and hold my breath. The odor brings back the dream but I shake my head awake just in time to see my teeth fall from my lips.
The mirror seems to be bent somehow as I look at it one way and then cocking my head to see it better. Mirror's tell facts about the looker, and to the best thought I now stood before it a pony!
A thud of a clomp and I hit the floor with fore hoofs and stood on four legs. A step forward moved two legs and another moved the other two. I pranced about the apartment from room to room feeling the strength from this wonderful form.
Finally the personal need hit my thoughts and I trotted to the bathroom. I'm sure the apartment's builder never had me in my when he lined one entire wall floor to ceiling with mirror.
I was always a little self consious when using the room as I watched myself do my thing. Now to stand with forehoofs on the toilet tank lid and stretching my hind feet back I watched a fire hose of size unsheath itself to hang arched over the bowl.
As the stream of urine flowed the penis became more rigid. Before I was done the massive cock strained out straighter and poured over the toilet tank I was leaning upon.
I had the best view of my working plumbing, better by far than any pony stallion ever did! The more I took the sight of that massive cock and saw where it attached to two baseball sized testicles, the stiffer the thing became.
I closed my eyes and thoughts so strong one might have thought they were actual memories. I saw a mare in front of me and the desire to mount and hump was driving me wild.
My pelvis began to thrust forward as though I was already burried into her lovely body. Faster and faster I moved till it exploded with gobs of semen which stuck and ran down the mirror. As the moment subsided I stood down on the floor. A pondering thought of possibly remaining as a pony stallion gave a new stiffness and a longing to mount.