"Meet and Greet Those
Flashy, Flirty, Femme Fatale Fillies!"
reads the sign over the entrance to one of the Funhouse's most popular pavilions;
"Continuous Floor Show - No Waiting!" Inside, amidst the earthy,
pungent atmosphere familiar to anyone who has spent time among horses, you
find yourself standing against a wrought-iron fence overlooking a small, circular
dirt-covered arena illuminated from directly above by some unseen light source.
A red velvet curtain parts at the far end, and a sextet of Palomino beauties
step haughtily into view, their hooves thudding softly upon the ground, their
blonde tails swishing back and forth enticingly across curvaceous, almost-human
golden derrieres. From somewhere far away, trumpets are sounding a stately
yet strangely enchanting fanfare and march
attention captured, you press yourself against the bars of the fence as the
beauties slowly strut around the very perimeter of the ring, so close that
as each one passes, you can feel their bodies sweep across the fabric of your
garments. As they pass by, each beauty manages to ever-so-casually toss her
tail up (rewarding your rapt eyes with a glimpse of a rhythmically jiggling
posterior), then, as gently as someone might caress a lover, under and across
your face. Their tails are soft, silky and flowing, leaving you awash and
intoxicated by their equine scent. They regard you with knowing eyes and make
but the slightest of snuffling sounds - to which you find yourself responding
one, the sextet comes to a halt and turn their heads towards the curtain.
After the briefest of pauses it opens again, revealing the regalest of mares:
a filly, snow-white from head to tail - except for the flesh-pink muzzle at
the end of her graceful face. The beauties stand silently as she slowly, gracefully
enters the arena. Her tail does not lie flat against her rear, but arches
up and away before cascading down in a waterfall of pure white strands that
flourish from side to side as she nears. She crosses two-thirds of the way
across the arena towards you before turning back as if to leave. You let out
an involuntary whinny of disappointment, at the sound of which she stops and
looks over her shoulder back at you. With the slightest hint of a seductive
human smile on her lips, she slowly winks the eye studying you as her tail
lifts up to reveal her dreamy hindquarters, then drops and swishes from side
to side to side...
have never wanted anything as much as you desire her at this moment. Your
mind is empty of any thought save your passion for this female, and your frustration
at the iron fence that blocks your way. Suddenly, the fence you are pressing
so intently against swings open, allowing you to enter the arena. You step
in unsteadily, with a tottering, tip-toe sensation, dimly aware of your precarious
sense of balance now that you are no longer leaning against anything... of
the clopping sound your feet seem to be making... of how small and constricting
your clothes suddenly feel. You do not notice that beauties have long since
departed, leaving you and the snow-white filly alone. You are about to become
The Sexy Stable's starring attraction
The Circe General has determined that viewing the following images can result
random equine metamorphosis!
Star of the Show
'Stallion' For Time...
A Parade of Fillies
Who Could Resist?
Ding! (Completely Horsified)
He'll Follow Her Anywhere
One Happy Horse
"Hey" Is For Horses!
On the other hoof, this fellow's
transformation didn't kick in until well after he left the Stable -
boy, was he ever surprised!
feel like a horse's ass...
Trying to remain upright (lots of luck!)
Another victim of the Sexy Stable!
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