A stiff knock to madame's dressing room door announced the arrival of one large stock truck.
"Auntie, the truck is here!" called Stephen from outside the closed door. In his several years of forced servitude to Madame' he knew all too well never to walk in on her when she'd been playing with someone.
"You must calm yourself and go with your horses and ponies now!" said Madame as the prevviously old man now younger looked down at her kneeling before him.
"I..I can't go like this!" he said holding his black hairy arms out from his sides.
Madame looked at her lover seeing his general plight. Slowly she stood up and walked around him looking and moaning soft sounds at his perfect and sensual form.
"I see your point, yet to bring the spirits back this soon would only cause you great pain and maybe some personal hardships. Although if your pliable about travelling I do have a simple plan in mind!" replied Madame as her evil smirk rolled across her face.
He stood looking down his long black haired body. He too had complete hind quarters, legs, feet, and hoofs of some large pony. A short look at hairy palms and black fingernails made him brush them on his black chest. Then he noted Madame step away and watched in wide eyed horror as her Arabian horse self began to mutate back to her old and wrinkled self.
"I'm ready to go! Insight my return to what I was!" said the Madame's lover of a one night stand.
"Oh, oh, but my dearest one I've done this sort of thing a number of times, but you? Instead I shall direst the spirits to return your posture and human form when you've reached your Manor." said Madame as he stood gawking and speachless.
Pressing her hands together, Madame spoke some words and as before the Hellish spirits returned. A whirling tornado spun and flew about her part stallion pony lover. Groaning either of fears or strange and terrible feelings came out of the roaring swirl.
"Hear me my Love! I send you home as those you purchased yesterday. A mature Welsh pony stallion shall you be, to enjoy the true joy of total bestial form. No doubt the ride home will be for those who are mares an enlightening experiance. As for you your male organ shall be the driving force in all your endeavors. It will take the truck a good day and a half to reach your manor, another day or so for your Vet to check them and you over. Then once pastured as the rest the spirits will return to you and return you to you!" explained Madame.
The swirling wind slowed and calmed as he stepped out and stood looking up to Madame.
A rolling flick of Madame's hand and a silver stranded bridle appeared. Quickly she slipped it up the muzzel and over his head. A snort and one soft whinny announed to both his total change to stallion.
Walking around him Madame stroked his long and hiary black back. Down his flanks and flipping over two rounded and strong buttocks. A smoothing palm reached down and fingered his sheath as he stood blinking and straining to rationize his plight.
Kneeling in front of him Madame cupped his fuzzy chin in her now wrinkled and very human hands. "Four days my Love, four days of being a true stud and stallion! I promise you that the Spirits will return you to your former self, if only for the one reason of profit. You paid well and would pay again for my powers. If not for this you would be a stallion pony the rest of your days on Earth! Now I spell you to remember this wonderous time but to be foremost the stallion you stand here as, and now be like the beast!" charged Madame as the stallion began pawing the floor.
Know he did his feelings and actions. Walk he did with Madame as he was led to the waiting stock truck. Up the ramp he plodded and into the mix of horses and ponies. A whinny of his delight echoed the truck as Madame smiled.