I stood and studied the jars one at a time. The thoughts of ponies, draft's, racer's, show's, sulky, working types, and last but well in my thoughts true stud breeders.
The man was waiting on my choice! I felt the urgency of the moment and the hard in my pants. At last some inner fate told me to take the jar labeled, Welsh Mountain.
"A fine choice for a starter, you should have several pleasent weekends if your careful." said the shop owner.
I heard his words but at that moment my mind was filled with lust to run and kick those heels in the air. Ahh memories which came back of one trip when a boy. I saw a riding stable at Produm's Manor in Canada. The one pasture was filled with stocky ponies. I gave me a chill to think of joining such a herd for one weekend.
Then as the cash drained from my credit card account the question hit again.
"Remember sir be careful!" said the man.
"Careful, of injury or what?" I asked.
"Your change will make the pony body one of champion form. Strong bones, solid muscles, a seasonal coat of hair, and that rich sexual drive of both equine and pony. The sex drive is what you must be mindful of most. To be a man and become a virle stallion will be a distraction like none other of your life. If you need release, masterbate! To mount one mare would extend your time as the stallion by two extra days. If the drive caused more mountings they would each increase the elapsed days by an additional three. So say you get erect and mount five pretty mares in two days. This would add 14 days to your spell! This would be very bad, as most human's who have spent ten days in horse form usually lose some or all human connections to their past. Once lost you can not change back! If lost in part only part of you may change back, then to live as a creature in the sideshows. So I suggest you try your first outing in a lonely field, or a private barn." explained the little man.
"Wow!" I said as his explaination almost sunk my ship. Those wild and impulsive thoughts of mounting and living wild now added responsibility that was one of the things I wished to lose, not gain.
The sale went ahead and soon I was on my way to home. A call to work I told of a bad illness, Strep Throat and I might be out for till next week. It worked like a charm!
I drove up and down the rural roads looking for the perfect place to enjoy a long weekend. It was easy to find the riding stables but they all had ponies and horses mixed together. The perfect choice was to find a small farm with one tall mare, so my longer cock could never reach that warm welcoming spot.
Then I saw the place, it was a small all white painted house with a one horse stable. A Mule grazed in the small pasture nearby and it was private with only one farm a long way off.
I returned late that night to see the Mule gone and possibly stabled for the night. My car got parked in the highway car pool lot and I walked the half mile to the small pasture.
Over the fence in a bound and run to some berry bushes in the corner of the pasture. I took off my clothes and folding them together I dug a hole and carefully buried them for safe keeping. Now for the ointment, this time I started at the head and smeered it down my form.
Oh that same warm feeling spread over my skin and into those soon to be sturdy muscles. I curled up and let the ointment do it's work as I slept in warm and fuzzy comfort.