Standing your gorund you look at the very Greek beauty of a woman and then back to the black beauty of a mare. The mare's ears are pinned back as she lowers her head toward the ground. Her hind legs splied apart and tail rolls to stand high and aside. The lips of her jet black vulva ripple and wink offering the sight of bright pink flesh within.
"Bold are you there Traveller! He was not so bold, in fact a true coward! Now his spirit fits the form by being a cowering mare in heat.
Ah but so bold deems a spirit of boldness, worthy to take hold of the moment and mount such a mare." said Kirke.
A wave of her hand and gleeming power fills the air about you. Your body inflates as bones grow and muscles tighten. Darkening skin becomes a horse's black hide, then a black dappled hair streams out covering you form. A wisk of a tail covers the anus now huge! As softball sized testicles fill a black leathery sac. The stomping of new legs and large dark hoofs shakes and jiggles the big sheath down below.
A look to the mare brings her scent and passion close. A slow canter to sniff her juices brings the true beastial Equine passion to full ready. As you massive member sways willing and ready you gaze a look to Kirke for her final permission.
"She is yours to enjoy!" says Kirke.
Turning to face your quest the mare is more than willing, she is ripe of scent and bubbling of juices. A bound of great strength brings you up top her tall broad back. An inching forward the massive member touches the moist warmth of her juicy rear.
In you thrust as now all humanity is surpressed and only stalion in need is left for the mares and world to see.