Lifting the silver Medallion from the stiffened marble neck the Brazilian man and his friends walked away. The boys took a short look at their two stone faced friends and scattered like chickens.
"At last my friends the Medallion is again in our grasp!" said the tall man to his smiling friends.
Hours later as the men sat in the airport they had a chance to reminisce. "My friends since many years ago, dating back to Medieval times in Southern Europe the Medallion has changed lives. I remember reading an early story of a scout in the Army of Colbyshire. A man named Tiri as history tells was far ahead of his Captain's Brigade.
The story tells of his finding a burned body and the Medallion still hung about the man's neck. Seeing the silver and knowing it's possible value he took the Medallion for his own. As later he camped and settled down for a night's rest he watched his mount beginning her time of heat.
This Medallion around his neck made him think a wish to help his good horse Lena. As the mare swished her tail about the winking lips of her bestial sex glistened pink in the light from his campfire. Alone the man made a sullen wish to fill the void and help his good mount and friend.
The Medallion's power back then was more of a wishing stone and since then it grant's only one wish for a person. The wish and desire to help his horse made the man's privates grown to meet the challenge. Yet as his male parts changed from human to those befitting an equine, his kindly feeling changed to deep seeded bestial lust.
As his male parts grew to be worthy of the mare he thought more of his desires to have her as if he too were a horse. The animalistic dominance over others of it's kind ruled the day and caused him to wish for more. One feeling making the wish to grow as the man grew from his human form to that of a great black stallion.
It was as his body changed he screamed a stallion's call to his mate. The ritual of stallion and mare began and soon the two were locked in the wild animal sexual contact that only the beasts might truly understand.
After their long time in sexual touching the mare settled down to sleep having her female needs quenched. The stallion stood looking to his fire, his sword, his armor, and feeling little care for such human trappings he too curled up to sleep by his mare.
The real story began when the Brigade caught up the next morning with the camp of their forward scout. The Captain sending his personal guards to find Tiri found only two fine horses and the human things of his best scout.
When the Captain rode into the camp his searching eyes saw the fire, clothing, a sword and one saddle near two horses. The mount Lena was a true pretty of a horse being flax golden of hair and blackened of tail and mane. Then he saw the black stallion and wondered what or who might be held within. As he too searched the camp the twinkle of this Medallion took his eye and when he picked it up out of the dust a black stallion approached.
The soldiers around watched as this monster of a stallion plodded calmly to their Captain and then bowed at his one knee to the royalty. You can imagine the sight of a beast bowing to the Captain of arms and then the Officer stroked the black face before him.
As Lena stood up and knew her place near the saddle her mate knew only his desire to serve the Captain he'd known these past years during his service to the King. An order to take the camp and bring the horses was made and Tiri found himself a stallion in the service of his Captain and King.
Tiri's story is long and winding as he was taken to Colbyshire and there placed into service. It took no time at all for the Captain to understand the powers of the Medallion and then he knew of Tiri's whereabout. I wonder the sight of that Captain entering Tiri's stable some late hour of the night when one could be alone and unseen? Yet I'm sure that's how it must have played out as the Captain approached and tried to question a black stallion.
Once the truth was known to the Captain and that Tiri was more than satisfied to remain as he was, a horse and stallion. The story tells of the great stallion being used inside the King's stables to sire many more large and fine horses. The story tells that Tiri although a horse lived the length of life a man might given he was taken great care by those around him.
My friends the story of Tiri's Genesis was after his change known as Tiri's Exodus. As he entered his life as a horse and stallion the pride of service he felt to the Captain drove him on to forget his moral life and live for the betterment of his stable. I tell you his was a life one would have been proud to live!" told the tall man and leader of the group.