You stand there on all fours debating whether to pound Tony into hamburger with your powerful hooves or be an
obedient pony in the hopes he turns you back. You swallow hard as you recall that traditionally, the mascot
rides a gelding. You lower your head and look between your legs. You are rather well-equipped as a stallion.
You snort in relief.
Tony apparently noticed.
"Yeah, Chad, you be a good little pony and you may keep those low hangers. But you give me cause, and I'll nut
you myself and make your scrotum into a tobacco pouch. You got that?" Tony said straightening up and walking
over to you.
You step back a couple of steps and stop with a start as you discover how much larger your body is. Your head's
only a few feet from where you stood before, but your tail and rump just hit the sheet metal wall of the
building.
Just then Tony's phone rings.