Clara felt conflicted as the stallion drew her away from her humanity. The stallion renewed his affections to her finding himself unable to reach the mare in the fenced area. Nipping at Clara trying to engage her in play. Finally figuring when in Rome she returned the playful nips as she romped around the cabin the stallion giving chase. Darting out to the path to the lake. Time to have some wet fun to distract herself. Besides Robert would be gone for at least a day yet. Splashing into the lake drinking up water waiting for her black stallion to join her. He cautiously approached the water looking for danger. Seeing none he joined her in the water romping after her.
Clara along with the stallion pursued a day of hedonistic fun. Only after a post coitus afternoon nap did a sense of her humanity return as she remembered the animals. Going back to camp she worked at opening the rabbits hutch. Her lips and teeth fumbled with the latch for a minute before success. The rabbits timidly quivered till she backed off. They hopped to their renewed freedom. Clara couldn’t let them starve even though Robert should be back sometime the next day. They could catch more if she could get the medallion situation figured out. She feared the answer for the failed reversion. She did her best to think of other tasks. Feeding the mare in the pen was her next priority. Dragging a bale of hay over to the fenced area so that the mare could reach through and eat her fill. The stallion came over eating at it. Clara joined the pair picking clumps of hay with her teeth chewing it before swallowing.
With his energy restored he turned back to Clara. For her part she found it impossible to resist the affections of the massive stallion. Nuzzling her he made his way to her rear. Mounting her added a strain to her back but the reward that followed left her panting in delight. Life as a horse certainly had its bright points but she longed for her humanity. Hopefully with Robert’s return tomorrow he could figure something out. Clara spent the evening slumbering and cuddling with the stallion. The morning sun’s rays found them side by side.
The sound of a wagon coming up surprised the stallion who hurried to the edge of the woods keeping watch. Robert pulled the wagon up to the fenced in area looking about he called out, “Clara you around?” A chestnut colored horse came trotting up to him. Laughing he said, “Lose track of time? Well, I will help you out as soon as I put up Millie.” He busied himself with unhitching the horse from the wagon.
As soon as he put her in the fenced area he returned to Clara, “So where did you put the medallion?” Clara proceeded to lead him pointing it out with her hoof. Patting her on the shoulder he picked it up fiddling with it. “I set the timer short so you’ll be able to turn back quick. You know you are always telling me to let loose. An idea catches me now.”
Clara watched Robert curiously while hoping this would work. Maybe the medallion needed time to recharge she told herself. Robert stripped out of his clothes before putting on the medallion. He smiled at Clara, “How about we horse around a bit?” Robert’s form bulked up as his face took on the familiar guise that Clara now wore. Falling onto all fours his fingernails blackened and covered his hands becoming hooves. With fur covering his enlarged body the mane and tail dangling off his body finished the effect. Clara felt an immediate attraction to Robert the stallion. She nuzzled him affectionately.
The black stallion whinnied an objection to the new stallion on his mate coming out of the forest. Galloping over stomping the ground challenging his rival. Startled Robert whirled around seeing an enraged stallion before him. He watched the stallion thinking how if he captured it he could add it to the growing stock. Robert felt that combining this fine specimen with a mare in season would produce a terrific foal. Imagining the mare in his head unexpectedly shifted his form. His manhood dwindled as his internal organs took new shape. The realization only hit Robert as an attraction to the stallion developed. No longer imagining the stallion breeding as an observer but underneath the stallion whose pulsating drove home his mighty manhood.
The black stallion’s anger abated as his nostrils flared with the sudden change in aroma. The smell of mare in heat hardened his rod as he approached the nervous mare before him. Robert’s eyes widened at the sight. The dull thud of the medallion told him the true horror of the situation he now faced. He had no way out till Clara used the medallion. Robert backed slowly from the stallion as he began to make overtures to the new mare.
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