Jack bleated his panic struck thoughts but to no availe. The rank sounds on some animal were of little concern, their delight was to show dominance over all.
Once the gang was done with Leon they grouped together and walked down the alley. It was Frank who noted that Jack, his partner in running the gang was not around. The too that mouthy Alfy was nowhere to be seen either. Frank asked the others by calling for a huddle. As Frank's touched others the curse of Singleton moved into all there.
A gang yell together, the huddle broke up and they again paraded down the alley. A screaming goat echoed the alley as his high pitched voice pierced the air.
Frank stopped for a moment and with a chuckle said, "Sounds like Leon is about to slit the throat of some damned unlucky goat!" Then the bleating calls went quiet as the walk down dominance alley continued.
Sandy Willis was the first to spy their next victim. A wisp of fresh air burst down the alley and cleared away the clouds of steam and smoke. There parked and waiting some lovers looking for privacy and a slow ride through Central Park was Abe and his carriage.
Abe a thin and tall man of his late fifties sat half asleep on the drivers seat of his carriage. The pair or pure white horses standing with their heads lowered suggest all were weary of a long day.
Sandy ran ahead as to show his prominance in the gang. Frank held the others back just in case Sandy ran into bigger troubles. He knew that Abe had a gun and was not always very friendly to gangs or gang memebers.
The breeze slowed and with it the steam and smoke again clouded the alley. Frank stood peering out of their safe standing. Meanwhile Sandy approached Abe's carriage. As he crouched down and approached with all gangstyle stealth his right hand brushed something he wasn't looking to find.
A quick turn and his eyes saw what touched his hand felling warm and for some strange reason he was invited to touch it again. The big white horse was now a gelding. Yet his personal delight was to often become erect and enjoy a few moments of pleasure.
Sandy's hand touched and the Singleton's curse began it's work. He could not take his eyes away from this wonderous thing. His hands reached out for what if not cursed he'd given a hard kick and cursed the beast. Yet the massive horse cock all erect and flared out looked too inviting to walk past.
It's touch sent shivers up Sandy's arms and made him all goosepimples. Fingers graced the shaft and it's soft feel made Sandy wonder how such might feel plunged into a mare's ass. Lifting the very stiff organ he licked his lips with perverted desires. Opening his mouth he lifted the flared end of the horse's cock toward him.
Sandy's tongue was first to slurp and lick of the end. A blink of eyes, then sensual thrills and wild deep passion pressed the cock into his mouth. The male horse above lifted his head as the wet and warmth touched the end of his only pleasure.
Sandy began to suck on the cock as if he was eating an ice cream cone. All time and plans for him stopped at that moment. His only passion was for the cock and whatever was driving him to suck. Even the sounds of the gang approaching could tear him away from his joy.
Luker was first to see the orgy. "What the fuck are your doing Man!" he screamed.
Frank was next to see Sandy on hands and knees with the cock slung into his sucking mouth. Luker stepped over and grabbed his perverted friend only to be hit with the hot sexual curse.
The gang stod watching what none could believe. There was Sandy sucking a horse cock and off all things Luker was stroking the shaft in absolute pleasure.
Zimmy was next to run up and try to yank Luker away. His touch of the boy's neck produced the same wild and sensual passion as he stood glaring a stare at the underside of the horses. Then kneeling down he scrambled past the big stallion to bury his face into the other horse's crotch. As his hands reached up to storke the mare's flanks a sucking sound of one who was enjoying some teats.
"This is all wrong! We must have a curse on us, best get away!" suggested Frank. The last others at first disagreed but did not wish to approach their wierd friends. Turning they ran back up the alley.
Singleton's curse was had at work as Zimmy, Luker, and Sandy were fast changing to be as clear relations to the horses they found such pleasure with.
Ears grew longer as lips thicker. The changes seemed to strain their minds as if all was so right! Fingers and toes stiffened as each struggled to be rid of the binding clothes covering each's body. Body hair spread like a thick grassy covering. Tails sprouted without any pain, only more pleasure was derived and they continued the pleasure or pleasures.
"Hey, hey Abe what's all these?" came the question as Abe was jerked awake.
Turning and looking toward the sound of a friendly voice he saw ole' Jacob McWhorton the beat officer standing by his carriage. "Huh!" was his dull response.
"Quite the herd your running this year!" said Officer McWhorton.
Then looking toward his older but sound team we was surprised to see one all white colt, a brown and black colt, and one shaking and shivering pure white filly.
"You starting a herd, Abe?" asked the Officer with a laugh.
"I..I don't know where they came from McWhorton, really!" Jumping down he began as any good horseman to examine each young horse's body. As he touched the filly she whirled and snapped at his probing hand.
Standing up he walked to the rear of the carriage and after some searching removed two long ropes. Officer McWhorton watched in utter delight as Abe quickly looped the rope to make three halters all out of one long hemp rope. As the colts and filly stood their seemingly baffled, each was adorned with a halter and the end lead tied firmly to the rear of the carriage.
"Whoever they are, I'll giv'em a good home!" stated Abe as he climbed aboard the high seat of his carriage.
Officer McWhorton laughed as the carriage and three muffed youths followed behind.