Jon was led to a stall that fit his size just right. The big mare whinnied for him to come and mount her but he was so tired. Sleep came quickly as his eyes closed and thoughts of how this dream was so real.
Real so real his cock ached from thrusting . Real so real his muscles ached from straining to mount and straddle the pony mare's body. Oh such aches of wild delights he longed for the dream to last forever.
The sounds of the big mare being readied for another day's quest of srcap metal made Jon open his eyes. Feelings of thirst, hunger, and bodily needs of relief made him scramble to his feet.
Shaking his heavy head and feeling the good shake move down his spine to finnish at his tail Jon had a terrible thought.
Blinking, looking about he took a deep breath and tried to say his mind. The result was a high pitched whinnie of a colt horse. Again he strained to speak but this time the sound was so piercing that one of the black men came to Jon's side.
"Easy fella' easy, you had a big day yesterday. Easy, easy!" said the man his words making something inside Jon calm even as his mind raged for answers to strange feelings.
Sniffing the air Jon found scents of the barn somehow comforting and making him feel as if this was always his home. The struggle between human memories and beastial instincts was quickly ingulfing his mind.
Even as he lowered his head to the bucket full of feed he questioned if this was really a dream.