"1228 Colts Court, cabby!" said Wes as he entered the cab for a midnight ride.
The cab pulled up to the opening of a dead end alley. Wes piled out and asked the driver to park and wait. After some arguement Wes handed the drive $100. and insisted he await his return.
Walking down the alley it was filled with clouds of steam glowing of orange security lights. A porch light at the far end of the alley announced the stable Wes was looking to find.
A graying man met him at the door and urshered him inside. "Ya Sir what can I do for you at this late hour mister rich man Sir?" asked the old man.
"I came to see Pride the Percheron horse! He was once my friend when a colt and I would appreciate seeing him once more, please?" asked Wes trying to show respect.
The old man stared at Wes for a moment and then turning motioned for to follow him into the barn. Following two steps behind the man Wes looked about the dark and dirty barn.
The sounds and scent of the old man brought every horse to their feet. Turning to face Wes the man asked him if this was some sort of sexual desire to see the fine stallion. Wes denied that it was and only wanted to see an ole'friend once more.
The dappled white, gray, and black Percheron stallion stood huffing his breath and rolled his big eyes around at Wes. Standing a good 16 hands high the tall stud was well proportioned for mounting any mare. Suddenly the memory of his friend Wes hit the golden thred of human mind still left in working order.
Lowering his head Jon rubbed his big face into Wes' chest and made a low nickkering sound. A smoothing rub on the great hairy cheek of the stallion Wes hugged the head of his friend.
Seeing the affection between animal and the stranger a pat on Wes' back from the old man as he walked away. Leaving two friends to be together he knew Wes had only kind affections of the horse.
Wes looked at Jon direct in the face. "I have found out that with another ointment from the Chinaman you could be your old self again!" announced Wes.
The Percheron took a step back and then looked toward Betty his most recent mate. Turning to Wes the stallion shook his head and mane to symbol a NO thanks!
"You like being a horse?" aske Wes with surprise.
A soft whinnie and a knod of the head as Jon motioned, Yes!
"Look about you Jon, this is filth! Can you tell me it's a pleasure to live in this stench? asked Wes as he wrinkled the nose.
Jon whinnied softly and pressed his face against Wes once more. The beastial way of life had taken it's toll on Jon as the delight of seeing his friend brought on a normal reaction. A step forward lengthened his stance and Wes watched the massive draft horse cock fall into clear sight.
Longer and larger it grew till the shaft hung down about two feet long. Solid black of colour the shaft looked somewhat circumcised yet. As Jon whinnied softly and again pressed his huge face into Wes' chest the monster organ began to bounce up and down. As minutes passed the shaft became so engorged Wes thought it might bust.
Suddenly a spray of white yellow cum and chuncks of globbed semen spewed over Jon's forelegs and Wes' trousers. Wes stood stunned at the slimy mess that now clung to his exspensive pants. The sexual act now over the stallion calmed down and the fire hose cock wiggled it's way back into the big black sheath.
"I'll come again my friend!" said Wes as he stepped into the stable isle.
The stallion bobbed his head as if to wave good bye. Wes turned to leave and then the quiet of the barn was only broken by rustling sounds of course tails brushing hairy buttocks.
Thanking the old man Wes lied about owning the horse when just a colt. The story was long and Wes did not want to take Pride from his new home. The only thing Wes asked for was to come and visit his friend.
The cab ride brought tears to Wes' eyes. He thought how his life had changed so much for the better. All the wealth he had atained since the transformation of his best friend into a horse of burden. He wanted to do something for Jon but then remembering the trouble he'd had as a youth. The many times Jon landed in jail for stealing or worse. Wes knew deep in his heart that Jon had found a place to live where he could work easy, relax, and feel the maleness between his legs.
Soon the cab stopped at the Hotel and Wes went up to the penthouse to plan tomorrow's new deals.