Blood and gore details not being needed I was very content to share my heritage with those very willing mares. It was about midfaternoon when while the herd lay out of the hot sun I saw something I'd forgot.
"The first shall be last and the last will be first," it said in the Bible. Well I found myself twiddling my thumbs as I lollied in the shade. Lucky for me that the distance we were from the viewing public kept my hands out of sight.
I began to get nervous and for good reason. I was laying between two semiwild Asian mares and beginning to revert back to the man I was. This could be a problem!
I got up slowly and stretched as I'd done before. Turning to walk toward the rear of the preserve brought my mares to their feet as well. Even as I walked on all four the crumbling forehoofs began to show signs of fingers and palms. This crippled my ability to run and made even walking slowly somewhat painful.
The rear fence line was reached and as my new fast friends crowded about me for defense I flipped over the fence and landed on my still hairy back. Crawling along the fence and then down the drainage ditch was making me anxious, wet, and filthy.
Home was a good mile away and over open ground. As I reached the boundry of the Park I basically stood as a man but having a full head, hide, hair, mane and tail of the Asian stud. A fond hope as not to bump into the neighbor walking her dog again made me wish to go back to the Park.
How I got from tree to tree and down the alleys to jump the fence into our backyard. The stupid foolish man ran naked across his lawn and darted into the house.
The clock in the kitchen showed almost 5:00 p.m. and the wife would be home by six. A shower and shave peeled the balance of the facial hair while I doned a black shirt and dark pants as to cover the balance of the dun colored horse hairs.
As I scurried about cleaning up after myself the phone rang and I about jumped in the air. My loving wife had a business dinner tonight for the National Bank she worked. Another night alone till late she begged me not to be angry, I wasn't.
Now I had time on my hands again and the thought of driving downtown to the Ointment Shop and getting a gallon of the Asian stallion potion for just such times as this. The careful man I was worked his way out of me and I called the shop to report what happened.
"Sir, you lucky to be man again so soon! I have other sample given to woman who came here three days ago. She live out near you and tried the sample potion when she having her period. Bad time she told me today, she changed into Chestnut colored mare and had to stay in the Park all night. She remember being raped by stallion with huge member, but can't discribe him at all. She very sore lady today and did not go to work. You lucky not still Asian stallion for year or longer! How can I help you today?" asked the Chinese Shop owner.
His story and warnings ran over in my mind and suddenly the evenings romp with a Chestnut colored mare in the Kiddie Park struck right to home. The mare was the wife, she became a Shetland mare and in heat! This was just too much.
"What of the lady did she come back to see you today?" I asked.
OH yes she come in a while ago and ask for same potion. She say that her can not live unless a mare from time to time. She pay good price too!" answered the man.
I was about to ask when I heard of all things the wife walking in the kitchen door.