"IN looking back I was lucky to have stayed in my apartment and not broken out to run off as the animal I had become. Sure as I stand here today telling my story, I know I'd remained the pony stallion! I enjoyed the radical change of body and the wild feelings. The ability to touch with fingers and in human modes are all but gone as a pony.
My humping the toilet in the bathroom was enjoyable and if I'd broken out I might have found humping a mare as so delightful any thought of being human again was out of the question!
I tell you that evening was the most interesting and fun night I could ever remember. The wandering about the apartment, invading the fridge and gorging on fruits and veggies. My house plants went next and with a tummy full I played with the Tv remote till it turned on.
A strange sight, well worth a photo to be remembered of a pony stallion sitting on his round butt watching Tv in my livingroom. I wondered why the scenes of old western's were so enjoyable as the parts played by horses took on a whole different meaning.
I sat and whinnied at companion animals running like the wind pulling stage coaches and galloping the hero to his lover. I felt pain as I saw horses under harness pulling heavy wagons. Then seeing a herd of wild horses in a wide open pasture gave me another hard on.
Several times I pranced off to the bathroom either to pee or masterbate and spew over the big mirror my pony stallion semen. I began to tire of Tv and laying down as only a pony could with legs pulled under me and laying my long head to one side drifted off to blissful equine dreams.
I woke up on Sunday morning, about eleven I'd say. The Tv was still on the wild west channel and I raised my head to find myself the human me!
Sitting up I began to cry like a baby! I'd lost the best and most fun form any person could ever had known. Rolling up on elbows and knees I sobbed and wished I'd stayed as the stallion. The scenes to equine existence ran over and over in my brain, making me cry all the more.
Whether it was a good sleep or my sensual desire to remain a stallion the absolute need to use the bathroom forced me to walk upright toward the room. As I stood before the toilet a view of dried runs and globs of semen proved to me it was not a crazy dream.
I reached for my penis to direct it's released flow and gawked at my still black pony stallion sheath and a long cock swaying in the air. I leaned over the toilet tank and let the heavy member swing free. The most sensual feeling of that flow made my lust to return to a pony all the more urgent.
Getting dressed all I could do was touch my sheath and feel the pony cock slither out till it waved in the open air. I called the Chinaman's shop and asked to come over. He was very happy to hear from me, though surprised for some possible and unsaid reasons.
The cab ride to China town and the walk down blocks of stores made me long for more of his wonderful ointments.
The tinkle of the door's bell brought the little man to rush over and after inspecting my hand began to shake it.
"I want to ask for...." trying to ask for more salve to regain my stallion self in hope of to retire at stud farm.
"You enjoy the evening then Sir? I see you have by the want in your face! Many such enjoyments are possible here, some for an evening, some for a lifetime of rich pleasures. All are for sale!" said the old man with a smirking grin.
"Last night, the ointment, I became a pony stallion! I had the best of times and lucky for me I couldn't get out of the apartment less I still be a pony today!" I said with excitement.
"No, no that ointment for one night only and a slow return of your maleness to human over a period of nine days." said the man.
"Why nine days?" I asked.
"Time, time to apply a permanant ointment for a decided final form. You have time to consider if that is what you really want, then a price and your life as a man is no more!" The man waved his had as if I'd vanish from the earth.
I stood thinking of losing all my posessions and becoming an animal, property of people. The thought made me think of slavery but animals have sensual freedoms that slaves never had, I think? My face told the man my thoughts as he took my arm and led me to a tall rack of green glass jars.
"One hundred dollars, bring you a week of new pleasures, then come back and we talk over future, OK Mister?" the Chinese man said with a broad grin.
I was sure he offered me a jar of pony stallion ointment and a weeks vacation on a farm somewhere.