"No, no oh no, now that choice was a real oops!" Patty exclaimed, as Dad so she told later, stood there looking up at her, he feeling his oats, choose the wrong bridle.
"You feel short, well being what you became the bridle was last used on a Welsh pony. As you are, your choice made you a double to a pedigree stallion named as King Largo. You are all black, your mane and tail too are black, but oddly, your eyes are still the blue human color.
Something that should have changed, did not follow to you being brown eyed like was King Largo.
I shall place you inside a barn stall, as your physical size warrants your use as a mount for this afternoon rentals is not compatible to the size of a grown person ridding. Therefore, you shall remain in the stables being what you became for your twelve hours of equine delights." Patty told Dad.
Dad though was engrossed with new and heightened feeling of his becoming a stallion. He walked with Patty to the stall she led him to, as all the walking he had his cock erect and swaying, slapping at his flanks with every stride step his hind legs walked.
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