Clara meandered her way back to the lake to cool down and clean herself off. Especially as she felt the stallions fluids flowing down her inner thigh. She hoped that Robert would soon repeat such addresses to her. The raw passion she felt as the stallion mounted and drove home his point was unequaled by any experience before. Entering the water upon arriving at the lake washing herself clean. The stallion followed her watching from the shore. Suddenly, startled by something he snorted putting his ears back. Robert called out from just beyond the trees, “You down there sweet heart? I was wondering if you could help me haul a few more logs before it gets too dark.”
Then she realized the stallion and her husband were not one and the same. She told herself this was not an experience she would be telling Robert about. The stallion for his part looked conflicted between keeping his distance from Robert and wanting to protect her. Clara felt touched by the sentiment but made her way out of the water to her husband. The stallion backed up hiding itself from Robert’s view.
Robert looked a little down and Clara’s heart fell wondering what he saw. Robert said, “I hate to take you away from your fun but if I want to continue with the roof over night I need some more logs. I did till up your garden area. I figure we can expand it once we get a wider area cleared.”
Clara felt thankful that he couldn’t see the shame on her face. She nodded assent to her husband. Following the man she allowed herself a final look at the powerful stallion that elicited such pleasure in her. With that done she got to the mundane task of hauling logs for her spouse. When darkness descended they took a break with Clara regaining her humanity and Robert refreshing himself from his fatigue. Each of them worked through the night on their own tasks. Clara planting her garden and working on piecing fabric together to eventually form a warm quilt. She often looked up from her stitching for the stallion thinking she spotted his form once. She smiled inwardly that her attraction drew him in.
Robert busied himself without noticing his wife’s distraction. Notching logs and fitting them together. With a set of pulleys he setup the cabin as it took shape. As the morning sun rose he took a break to ask Clara, “You mind if I ride in to the trader? There are a couple things to I want to pick up. Shouldn’t be gone more than a day or so. You are welcome to join me of course.”
A scheme to achieve another rendezvous with the stallion formed. She blushed despite herself, “I think I’d like to stay here. I would hate to leave this beautiful place.” She looked to Robert hoping he didn’t see through her.
Robert gave a comforting smile, “It sure is beautiful. You be careful while I am gone. I will use medallion for a minute before I go so that you can use it if you need it.” Within a couple minutes he used and produced the medallion for his spouse.
With the prize in hand she exchanged goodbyes and waited for him to leave sight before she set the maximum amount of time on the medallion. She wished to have the maximum amount of time for fun with the stallion. It provided her with plenty of time to turn back before Robert’s return. Giving it an extra ten minutes to ensure he wouldn’t ride back she made her way to the lake. Searching the surrounding area she spotted the handsome stallion. Quickly putting on the shapeshifting medallion. Again she returned to the form of a mare. A line of hair grew along the back of her neck into a mane. Her eagerness drove the quick change. A tail sprouted from her as her ribcage pushed out flattening out her chest. Nipples formed on her stomach. With muzzle taking shape she did her best to call out to the stallion. A whinny escaped her lips draw in the stallion.
The stallion’s muscles flexed as he trotted up to her fully mare form. With a returned greeting Clara wasted no time in presenting herself. With her tail lifted aside in an offering that the stallion accepted eagerly. Piercing joy entered her and vigorous love making followed. The mighty stallion took her until he achieved release. Clara imagined herself in heat and a powerful foal forming from their union. Thus she daydreamed while they remained connected.
Even after breaking away the stallion remained affectionate. He groomed her with his teeth. She returned the favor as they spent a leisurely day together. They travelled to the field to lay out in the sun and nap together. Waking up with a start she realized that she should change back soon otherwise she might forget and lose the opportunity. She galloped back to the camp with the stallion in hot pursuit thinking this was a game. When she stopped at the camp the stallion attempted to renew his affections while she attempted to shift back.
It took extra concentration and only happened slowly but she mostly turned back. She never had such a difficult transforming back. The stallion watched confused at the loss of the mare. He didn’t dwell on it as his nostrils caught wind of the mare in the pen. The would be Lothario began making a play for the mare despite a fence separating them.
Clara stared frustrated at the fur that remained covering her belly. She felt her hand balling into a fist if she didn’t pay attention. She took up her quilting for distraction briefly but her now limited dexterity forced her to give it up. She paced around the camp for some time until the shapeshifting medallion fell from her. She hoped it wasn’t broken. Clara reached down to examine it but ended up punching it with her fist. She failed to open her hand causing her to cry out in frustration. Proceeding to harden her fist took the shape of a hoof. She stared in horror as fur spread forth from her belly. “No!” She yelled for only the forests residents to hear.
Clara attempted to get the medallion over her head using her teeth after the losing her other hand to the form of a hoof. She didn’t think it would work but she needed to try something. It proved in vain as she lost her facial humanity. As her teeth grew awkwardly in her mouth. Her jaws pushed out making room for them. The ears on her head shifted position becoming pointed on the end. The eyes slid to the side of her head. Clara twisted her head to see her body taking the shape of a full grown horse.
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