This choice: Reality brings on thoughts of delights... • Go Back... John felt captivated from the whole of sensual as sexual joining happening before him, and some from his hands helping to guide the stallion of finding his desired target. If ever in his life he felt truly horny, it was then when he stood and smelled the sexual musk and stood at point zero of two horses breeding.
A free will moment of horny wishing, of rubbing away the magical ring and suggesting a wish about his male lusts and the urge to feel, as know what that stallion felt. What happened then, within the next moment, the stallion reared up high and did a staggering prance backing away from my partner. John looked like his whole body had gone limp, and he collapsed right then as there just inside the barn.
l yelled and Mrs. Randolph heard me as she then screamed at the sight of what had just happened. She turned and rushed back inside the stables office and dialed 911.
The herd of pony mares did not turn and run, but they meandered away to a safer distance, as though they somehow could understand the seriousness of the situation.
I rushed toward where John laid, he face down on the barn floor. I checked the vital signs on John, he was breathing on his own. He looked as a man dazed, his eyes were wide open, but his whole body felt stiff as if he were a piece of lumber.
"I think he had a stroke," I yelled to Mrs. Randolph, she by then in contact with the local fire department, requested the sending out the paramedics.
As about then John began to moan, but did not speak or say anything intelligible.
The ponies all wandered further away with the exception of the big stallion. He stood nearby, just outside the barn door. I noted the stallion who stayed as stood and watched, he did not flinch when the siren screaming fire emergency trucks drove into the barnyard. I told the paramedics what I had done, and that John was breathing on his own, and his heart rate a guessed was over 100 beats per minute.
The rescue crew then began attaching electrodes and wires to John's chest, while another Fireman knelt there and filled a long needle syringe, as if to inject it into John. One of the Firemen told John to lie quiet, and not try to talk.
Mrs. Randolph flagged her arms at the pony herd, as they spun a fast turn and all, save one, ran back toward the open pasture. The big stallion stayed to watch. I took note the big horse had quite an erection hanging. The thing occasionally did lift and bonked the furred big belly, as then went limp again, as making it to swing harshly down, swinging loosely as he stared at John.
Sudden like and John sat up, and he began to cough, while holding a hand at his heart, as he did moan.
I was standing away from John as the paramedics did their work. As from feeling warm breaths across the back of my neck, and turned to see then that we were face to face, me with the big Bay colored stallion. He was standing just three feet behind me; his breathing was slow and soft, as if he were at peace with his world. The stallion strolled past me, to stand about where John had stood when he collapsed.
I watched as the horse began to walk in circles, his head hung down, snorting while the circling grew wider as if it were searching for something. I watched him circling, until he did stop and give a pawing action using his right fore-hoof, moving a clump of straw to check if what he wanted was there under the clump; but neither he, nor I found there nothing but dirt.
Suddenly the stallion raised his head and bolted, took off into a wild run toward the pasture. He took to acting as if it were springtime, like a young colt feeling elated for allowed out of the barn and go running around in the pasture. He kicked up his hind legs and hoofs, giving me the idea his concern for John had ceased, and he wanted to go mingle with his herd of mares.
Back at the barn Mrs. Randolph, looked as still shaken by the happenings likely concerned about what she would tell the insurance inspector what happened and of a youth having then a possible stroke? She had ignored the activities of her prime stallion, and began walking slowly back toward the main house.
An employee there at the stables happened to come toward me, he pointing past me toward the pasture, as he said, "That was the stallion Kazan, he at times seems almost human!"
I turned to give a look toward the pasture and saw all the pony mares crowding close to their herd stallion. As the mares came close and began lip-nibbling at his body, his buttocks, and elsewhere, Kazan whinnied loudly. He began prancing about with his mares following, the big stud acting like he was just a new colt in springtime.
"Kazan, Kazan," called Mrs. Randolph from her upper level porch.
Kazan seemed so thrilled at all who were chasing after him, even the mare he mated with earlier did wiggle in front of him and began prancing with her tail raised.
The wild activities soon calmed and Kazan stopped, he stood and gave a look back toward the barn.
"Kazan, come here my big stallion," said Mrs. Randolph she by then had come to standing near the pasture fence, as she beckoned holding up an apple.
The stallion turned and came toward her, he plodding slowly, walking up the small rise toward the barn, and not directly going to his master. He acted a little clumsy when offer the apple, as grabbing for his treat, as if taking something using his lips were not his normal manner of gathering food.
Kazan fumbled the apple piece and it fell to the ground. Mrs. Randolph attached a rein to the halter on Kazan's head. A tug by her to the rein and a happy acting young stallion followed along, as if still feeling giddy. The Lady led Kazan from the pasture and along a path toward what looked like an old smoke house. Then she opened the door to the building, as did rusty hinges creaked when she opened it, and both the horse and the Lady looked inside.
"Come along Kazan, come boy come!" she said tugging on the rein.
Kazan looked inside and then at Mrs. Randolph, as she needed to give several tugs and many more words to coax at the stallion, before he walked into the dark building. As Mrs. Randolph stepped inside she looked at me, before then closed the door and snapped on a light; leaving me outside.
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