Antonio the Bold dismounted from his mare Juliet. He tied her up, and
looked around. There were only gargoyles on the castle walls, no
guards or watchers were visible. He had seen the princess waving high
overhead at the top of the rough stone tower. He started to climb the
rough hewn stone wall. The rock climbing skills he honed in the
Italian Alps came in handy as he deftly scaled the wall.
Unbeknownst to Prince Antonio, Morgana lay in wait for her Italian
Stallion. The witch had hypnotized me, and while I could see and hear
I could not move or speak. The witch covered me with straw and was
seated at a spinning wheel.
Piles of spun gold lay on the floor by the time the exhausted prince
reached the tower room parapet, and climbed into the room. He
breathed softly and looked around the room. It appeared to be empty
except for the beautiful princess who was intently spinning straw into
gold. Now he knew why the witch had kidnapped her, and he knew he had
to have her for his bride. He rubbed his dripping nose and watery
eyes. It was embarrassing but he had hay fever. He sneezed.
The faux princess looked up in surprise, "Who are you?"
Antonio made an elegant sweeping bow doffing his hat and wiping his
nose with his sleeve in one deft movement. He looked up from his bow
and said, "I, fair princess, am Prince Antonio the Bold. I have
ridden over mountains and through valleys to come to your aid. Let me
take you away from all this."
"Oh, yes, my prince, I will let you take me," the disguised witch said
as she embraced the prince and pulled him backward. They fell into the
pile of straw."
The prince laughed and lewdly adjusted his codpiece. They rolled in
the hay. They made love on top of me.
As the witch moaned, the prince felt his cock still growing. In fact
all of him was growing. He placed his hooves on either side of the
princess as his nose pushed their faces farther apart. He hadn't
noticed that his hands and feet were now hooves. It was as if he had
always had hooves.
The witch rose up and fed her new stallion an apple.
"Oops," said Morgana as the stallion collapsed, "Wrong apple. Hm?" She
looked at me and swept the straw from my face. Then she shook her
head. She snapped her fingers and my hypnotic trance was broken and
she and the sleeping horse vanished.
"Oh, my!" I exclaimed. I looked around and there was no sign of
anyone. I turned to the mirror, and wished that I knew what the witch
was doing to that poor handsome young prince.
The mirror's reflection shimmered, and suddenly it reflected the
interior of a stable. The prince was hanging from a leather harness
mounted to the ceiling. Such contraptions were used to mate horses.
The sleeping stallion had the prince's royal mare positioned beneath
him. The stable boys were working hard to stimulate the sleeping
stallion. There was a bottle of pheromones. Then, the princess
stared as the sleeping death spell was broken by an act of carnal
love.
The prince woke with a start and a whinny. He was still a stallion.
He struggled to fight the pheromones, but his new nature drove him to
behave like a true stallion. The witch laughed evilly. She turned to
look straight out of the mirror and at me.
Suddenly, she standing between me and the mirror.
"Foolish princess, you should know better than to dabble with my magic
mirror!"