"Sir, Sir, may I have a few words with you in private?" asked Madame.
The old man turned and gave a twinkled eyed look at the old lady. "Yes, I have some time!" he said.
Leading the way Maadame shoved Stephen to one side telling him to wait for the stock truck. The two walked on and soon entered Madame's private dressing room. As her man stood with the closed door behind him she quickly disrobed.
There, standing before the man of her dreams was anything but the woman of his fancy. Madame, a woman of some years had wrinkles and drooping tits equal to some very old cows back at the Manor.
"Come dear Sir and touch what no man has felt for decades!" said Madame.
The old man's right hand was reaching for the doorknob just as Madame stepped ever so close. Her eyes transfixed on his face as her boney fingers sought after his male pride.
"I see your desire is not standing before thee! Be pleased to ask and see what your wildest dreams of lust might delight!" beckoned Madame.
The old man closed his eyes wishing by all that was holy to slip out the door and run. Drips of nervous sweat trickled down his temples as the witchy woman before him offered a broad and evil smile.
"Yes, oh yes I read your mind and there it tells all of what your desires do be! Watch and see what Madame can do!" said the old witch.
As he stood there watching the Madame closed her eys and made her own deep dark desired wish. As those poor students forms changed from human to equine so also did the black smoke of Hell wrap it's spell about Madame.
In just seconds she stepped from those whirling winds and stood in glorious bestial array. Now well breasted with taped and smooth tits her chest was oh so aluring. A face wrinkled now was smooth of olive colored skin. A look up was quickly jolted down as he stared at one form of part woman of beauty and that of a Arabian mare.
Tall pointed ears poked from the top of her pretty head, as long brunett hair draped light a silky mane from her head down that slender neck. Slender and shapely arms stretched forth to bring and hold her dream. As his eyes looked downward he saw flared hips of a young Arabian mare.
Seeing his fancied looks Madame turned to give her man a side view of this sexual form. Her hips and thighs did flare as one might and well bred Arabian mare should. Her legs though slender did not lose the beauty of both human and animal mixture. Dainty hoofs were graced with just a small flare of silky long hairs making her the wildest of bestial beauty he'd ever seen.
"He is my choice and my love prepare him for this night!" commanded Madame as the whirling black cloud encircled the shaking old man.
Seeing her smile through the whirling cloud he heard her words to those creatures from Hell. She walked to and fro as she watched what he was to soon know as his and hers to enjoy.
"Yes my darlings you know my inner and deepest desires! Yes there, oh and there a little more, no more yet and oh yes that's perfect! Now rise up and grace him with a crown worthy of this night. He is mine and I see my desire the lust of one long life doing your master's personal thrills. Yes, oh yes a little more on his rump and I think your work for tonight is done!" chidded Madame to the spirits doing her bidding.
As Hellish sulphur smooke cleared the old man took one step toward his lover. Then he stopped and turned to see his entire self in the dressing mirror hung on the door to Madame's closet.
Holding his arms out away from his dark haired body he gazed with wonder and sexual fantasy at what had been wrought. There as one of his new pets he stood with gray eyes peering at a form covered in jet black hide and blacker yet pony hair. A thick mane drooped over his shoulders as he saw tall ears, round eyes, wide nostrils and lips more in tune to graze than plant a kiss.
Bending his short but broad neck to look and take inventory downward his eys about fell from their sockets. His old human torso was now looking young and strong. Yet covered in the black hide and hair of the animal he was without ant doubt as if 21 again.
Lifting his left leg high he took this to be the total hind leg of one full grown Welsh pony. Feathering above each hind hoof and his long feet with short legs made him have that stocky pony look. A swish of his nervous tail made him crane a look. It's overly thick amount of coarse hairs draped over what felt as a normal blackened asshole of any stallion he'd ever owned.
A small grin of sensual satisfaction rolled over his face as those coarse hairs tickled that bulbous hole and brushed the hairy rump as well.
As any stallion enthralled with a fun feeling it was then he watched in delight and some fear as his large black pony stallion cock strained out into the light of day. Longer and larger than a normal Welsh pony he found himself endowed with an Arabian male's member.
Black and hairy palms wrapped around the massive organ as it strained ever outward. Harder and stiffer it became a sensual steel rod made for sexual mounting of his mare.
Madame, seeing his growing delights needed nothing more to make her hornier, she turned her rump to his view. Lifting her flowing Arabian tail high and to the right side she let those sweet black lips of equine sex wink their offering to her stallion.
Suddenly all fear and doubting was gone as the old man now Welsh stud stepped forward and mounted his most eager and wild delight. Hairy hands caressed smooth horsey hind quaters as his long cock flared at the end.
Even with the task and her bestial desire he pressed his enraged cock into those dripping lips of her sex. Like it was suddenly cover in grease his massive cock slithered in and wondered deep. Press ing ever so close his leathery sheath was now spreading his vulva apart.
As each draw and thrust began the end of his pony cock flared with making a sucking sound issure from Madame's wet cunt. Faster he rammed and drew back as each movment made him and her more enthralled in those few minutes.
Then a feeling niether had felt in those passing decades of selfwill. The trickle of cum changed to a river of semen spewing from flared cock into his mare. Groaning of satisfaction from him met with moaning of her wildest desire long held back till now.
The first romp over both relaxed for a moment as then her lover's will returned and another round began. Round after round went on all the night as stallion man and mare woman filled the other's wildest delight.
He looked up as the first rays of sunlight touched the skylight in Madame's private room. Standing with legs spread as wide as a stallion might, he looked down into the face of suckling sweetheath. Madame's lips were wraped about the final few inches of his massive long and thick cock. The flared end made it impossible for her to remove it. He smiled with wild satisfied delights of a night spent in bestial sex.
As Madame looked up her wishes for more of this thrill entered her heart. As her hands raised and stroked his hairy flanks she wound her spell to make his life and body fit her most sexual wish.
As the black sulphur cloud began to whirl he heard her thoughts call out to those demons from the pit.
"Let my love know no other but let him and I find this his deepest desire again and again touch and be touched! A man he shall be when being such is his desire and a stallion worthy at stud shall he be wheneven we meet!" commanded Madame.
The old man now young and at stud shook with terror at his returning to this bestial way of life. Suddenly the fear that his young friends now horses and ponies were in his thoughts. Now fear took his soul and he closed his eyes as Madame sucked him into her wanting desires again and again.