Erin stood watching the growing changes and combing his fingers through a growing mane heard steps.
"Erin, it's time to get going, there's thing to get done before the party tonight!" hollared his Mother.
"Mom!" Erin said softly as he gave another affectionate look to the mirror and his erect pony cock. A "Yes Mom!" was all he could answer as his attention was held by the wonderful sight in that perfectly clean mirror.
Shivers of sensual feelings kept Erin's attention. Growing mane and lengthening neck made him gaze on his reflection. The tingle of the ointment's changing ways made the transformation now completely painless.
Stomac muscles and ribs barreled out to look just like Mike's. A turn to look at the hide covered rocking horse made Erin close his eyes in lust of being like his old friend. A tail swished his hairy rump as more feelings of the change worked arms to become legs.
As he looked at the counter by the sink he saw a still one third full jar of ointment. Erin wondered what to do with this evidence of his changed form. His pony mouth worked poorly to carry the thing about and dropping it out a window wasn't any good either.
At last the only thought was to lick the ointment clean of the jar and swallow it for who knows what would happen then?
In just minutes the green mason jar was licked clean and the Shetland stallion looked at his reflection with wild animal pride. The forelegs had finished and he stood solidly on four legs and four hoofs.
A shiver and shake of head, neck, mane, withers, body and hips made the fact come home he was totaly a pony stallion now.
The sound of foot steps coming upstairs he knew were his Mother's. In a panic of not being found out he darted for the balcony. As Winter winds blew the french doors shut tight behind him and he found himself trapped.
The cold clear air refreshed his thoughts of being the stallion, but a look over the railing to a ground far below brought back reality. Turning to a nearby sound he suddenly saw the french doors open to an angry mother. Erin stood looking from his pony self and was about to explain the goings on when to his surprise only a high pitched whinnie was heard.
The french door closed and she stormed back inside. Screams for his father soon brought the stiff faced man to seen his son's animal blandishments. A call for he stable groom to bring a rein and bridle soon brought more people to his room.
Sister Anna and John his half brother came to peer out the french doors at the big pony on the balcony. Erin listwened to the words of anger coming from his Father toward a crying Mother. Words, words, like evil, stupid, bastard, sex monger, and many more were directed to his dear Mother. Erin stood as a stallion and with the animal being evermore bred into his fibre of being he showed his passion for both Mother and Father by having an erection.
A bridle snugged over his head andwith rein attached firmly the groom led the pony stallion from the room. Anna was quick to point out the erection to her brother. "See that, that's what you will be like in years to come I've seen Daddy and he's not that big!"
A slap to her face made even the stallion look back as Anna let out a cry. "To your Room girl!" yelled the Father as her Mother took one arm and led the naughty girl away.
The walk down the back service stairs to the brick alley which ended up in the barnyard. A tug from the rein reminded the stallion his place was now in the stable and the house back there was for people.