Given a cape Lyle and Annabelle were escorted past exam room after room. As Lyle held her forehoof as only true lovers do they walked along the white painted hall.
The noises from exam rooms were different from one to the other. One had a soft moooing, others had other sounds but once or twice the wale or sobbing person sounded as a choice was forced upon them.
At last into the June warm sunshine and down a brick path to a red painted stable. Inside the scents of straw, grains and manure. A stall dutch door was opened for Annabelle to enter. Then across the isle another door was opened for Lyle.
Lyle stood looking at his dear love, then turning to step inside his stall he looked at his new home. A floor covered in cedar chips and straw. A trough for water, a stainless steel bucket attached the wall for meals of grain. A turn and he bumped hit head on a net stuffed with hay hanging near his dutch door. A look down at his now much longer cock hanging almost to his knees and a peering look to a name plate along side the door.
"Sire Mikkel Von Frederiksborg"
Lyle looked at it and then to the doctor standing aside him.
"Your new title! Can't have a prime show horse and stud named just Lyle! This will give you a standing in the stud book worthy of high stud fee's. A year or two from today you will stand at stud will hundreds of mares at the farm in Demark." said the doctor looking as if full of worthy pride.
Lyle looked at Annabelle, then to his stall, and back to the grinning doctor.
Suddenly Lyle pushed the doctor into the stall and slammed the dutch door closed and latched.
"No Annabelle, I'm not your type and I don't want to be!"
With that said Lyle took off for the main office building and with hope of finding both his clothes and car keys. In the building he raced, down the long hall and into exam room three.
As the door opened he stood in a semi-fluxed glory and one long, big dong. A maid was cleaning the room and his clothes lay on top of her waste basket.
A scream of delight, the maid shouted as she dropped to her knees and picking up the too long dong began to mouth it. Lyle grabbed for his clothes and tried to dress as she sucked away. A short but interesting struggle commenced as Lyle tried his best to get a leg in his pants.
At last the jinggle of car keys in his pocket and he raced past a screaming blonde named Joan.
Down the street and around the corner he flew. He admired his speed and agility. A fumble of car keys made him mad but so the car started and he dashed into the safety of traffic.
"I can't believe what I just about did to myself!' Lyle thought as he drove toward the freeway and home. As he drove tears rolled down his face and fear welled in his guts.
As he neared his street the sight of flashing lights and security police were waiting for his return home. A quick turn down Winsome Way proved to send him out of the housing plat and back to the main streets.
"Where to go? Who can I trust? They got me just as trapped into this horror as poor Annabelle!" many thoughts passed over and over in Lyle's mind.
A feeling of hunger as his stomac growled made him search for his wallet. Opening he starred so long he almost hit a parked car. The drives license was gone, so was his social security card, and credit cards. In fact he had no money, and no I.D. left in his wallet.
Driving to the side of the road Lyle sat with head in hands and wondered what he could possibly do next. As cars flew by he looked off to the road side. In a fenced pasture stood a horse watching the traffic. A fine form of a stallion he stood his body lengthened out and his maleness hung out straight in personal joy.
Lyle watched the horse beat the big cock against his round belly till the sight of flying globs of horse semen shot out through the wire fence. "I could have been like him! That might have been me there, a stud, a sexy male stud!" said Lyle outloud.
Suddenly a knock at his window and a quick turn to see a motorcyle cop standing by his car.
Lyle rolled the window down and looked up at the officer. The anguish on his face and tears rolling over narrow cheeks the Policemen just starred down at Lyle.
"Got big problems there mister?" asked the Policeman in a cool and calming manner.
Lyle shook of fear and slipping the shifter to forward tromped on the gas.
Needless to say a chase ensued as the Policeman ran Lyle's plate. An A.P.B. was out as the car had been marked as stolen and the driver a nut case escapee.
Lyle drove as if sought by the devil. Wild moves finally lost the Policeman in traffic. Lyle made his way to the Southeast side of town and very close to the Donkey Reasearch Company.
As he sat a side road along the open pasture the scent of horses touched his nose. The morning with Annabelle surfaced in his thoughts as he felt the strain building in his shorts.