The Sexy Stable



"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…

Your 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 in kind.

As 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...

You 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…

Warning:
The Circe General has determined that viewing the following images can result in

random equine metamorphosis!

The Star of the Show

His Interest is Piqued
(brand new coloring job by Provolvere!)

Rapt Attention
'Stallion' For Time...
A Parade of Fillies
Who Could Resist?
Ding! (Completely Horsified)
He'll Follow Her Anywhere
One Happy Horse

Clip-Clop?
"Hey" Is For Horses!

IN COLOR:
On the other hoof, this fellow's transformation didn't kick in until well after he left the Stable - boy, was he ever surprised!
Beginning to feel like a horse's ass...
Trying to remain upright (lots of luck!)
Another victim of the Sexy Stable!

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