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Three too Much

By Vaulthurst
(Revised 2012)

Young fascination is a virtue and commodity not wasted, when acted upon by random chance, along with the devil helping, as otherwise some great and fun times would go missed forever.

Karla was just such a fun person, she lived yet at home, her mother deceased a year hence, her father and two brothers living there in the house. Their home and all there worked at the family farm as they had, and had from father to son and sons to sons. A centennial farm by title, as held in a family for more than a hundred years, their farm bred cattle, offering both Hereford and Angus for sale as beef.

As of times more modern meant that with the moving of cattle from one pasture to the next and done so by riding of A.T.C. vehicles. The general use and riding of horses had ceased on their farm the only other animal there was Billy, he a Welsh Mountain pony born there many years before her brothers or Karla were born. She knew the beast as being quite elderly, having asked why or for what reason he kept the pony, she never once received a coherent answer. Considering her age and that of each, an older brother born two years apart, that meant the pony saw close to thirty or more years old.

So, naturally, she though the pony to be quite tame, and as with aging he would be slow in everything her did. It was this misconceived idea that lead her to playing with the animal from time to time. She entering his stall when in the barn at sundown and whether kneeling by him or sitting in the clean straw covering the concrete floor, she would pet him. To this, the pony acted a favorable, he seemed to like being massaged, soothed, and for this he showed Karla something she absolutely adored.

These romps continued unnoticed for months, it happened that their father decided to take his two elder sons with him and four beef cattle to the state agricultural fair. They would be there for four days and three nights so this allowed Karla to remain at home virtually alone one those nights. Although the farm employed three men to help with the daily chores, they all clocked out as six in the evening and went home. This had Karla alone and unsupervised by anyone there on the farm.

She took this liberty to good use and after insisting the barn worker to clear thoroughly the stall belonging to Billy and put in it clean straw, she had an added plan of visiting him for a much longer duration frolicking. Billy seemed to notice his stall as cleaned the concrete floor even hosed with hot scalding water to remove soiling and fully disinfect it from his natural scent. When after she had her dinner and walked out to the barn planning to be play with Billy, she was delighted to find the stall clean enough for her to decide she might stay there the entire night.

Play and massaging did what it had before, Billy letting hang his long maleness, giving he a thrill at touching and stroking his male meat. Unlike at other times, this time she came prepared with a bottle of Vaseline Intensive care hand lotion, with plans to use it for increasing her stroking to the very erect male organ. This was her plan and not his, for when she first applied the soothing liquid Billy felt the cool chill of it on his taunt flesh and moved away, keeping his distance from Karla.

Karla followed the pony all around the stall, but he would bolt away from her, acting as if he had lost all trust in her as a friend. She seeing this to seem the problem then thought if he were to like her, he would need to smell her. Therefore, with this new plan she wrestled into the stall two hay bales, and covered them with one of the aged old saddle blankets. Then she removed her jeans and tennis shoes, socks, and finally her silken panties, lying down on the hay bales she spread her legs and gave Billy something she thought her would like.

Likable was a word and a half word too with Billy, he took a sniff of the air, his upper lip curled back as he became quite spirited, prancing he advanced toward Karla, she watching him from her helpless vantage point. He danced to her and first put his muzzle to her sensual folds sniffed a couple of times and then tickled her near to going crazy when he licked. The sensual lick to her most sensual self caused an orgasm of its own and increased the interest of Billy to this a possible mate.

Wide were the eyes of Karla as she lay there straddled over by the pony four legs and pinned in place by his rotundas belly pressing against her and she to the stiff hay bales. Almost as if he had do this sort of thing before, the stallion still Welsh pony strode to cover his mate, and with his might shaft in a fully erect state, he plowed the thick into her. Spread wide and allowed to enter by the recent orgasm and the juices that flowed, Karla lay moaning, feeling the hot rod of horsemeat moving into her, sliding deeper.
When Billy struck bottom and could not advance any deeper into Karla, he began to rock his pelvis, stroking his shaft in and out, driving Karla from one orgasm to the next she blacked out.

Awakening, Karla noticed quickly the early morning light coming through a window there in the stall belonging to Billy. Frightened for someone there discovering her improper playing with Billy, she went to look for her discarded clothing and found not a peace, scrap, or shoe. Looking around, not even Billy was in his stall, his door open and he having gone out, she thought he might have run away.

Finding a pair of work coveralls left there in the barn by one of the men, she donned them on and proceeded to run for the safety of the main house with plans to take a shower. Coming to the house she discovered the back door as locked, leaving her stuck outside until Jake the supervisor of the other men arrived, he having keys for every lock on the entire farm. Sadly, Karla returned to the barn, thinking then to drag the two hay bales back out of the stall, in hopes of removing all of her degrading play toys.

Arriving back at the stall there stood Billy, he seeming elated to see Karla. She tried removing the hay bales but Billy would come and placed both fore hoofs upon them, making the moving of them as impossible.

This aggravated Karla, she getting angry tried verbally yelling at the pony, as if doing so would warn him to keep his distance. This failed too, and as Karla leaned over a bale to get a better hold and block Billy from stepping up on it, he walked over and covered her as he had the night before. Unlike when she was on her back, this time he had he face down and squirming.

Feeling the bumps coming from an excited and fully erect male member belonging to Billy, it bumping her butt, Karla tried harder to squirm free from being under the aroused stallion. Her squirming did just the worst thing it slipped off from her the coveralls, leaving her with a butt up and a stallion standing behind. Billy took advantage to this, and moving in swiftly nailed Karla, this time he buried his shaft inside her in one massive thrust.

Scared and dry certainly not in a juiced state, the entry of the huge flared glands into Karla were more than she could stand, and she fainted.

This time when she awoke she heard voices, the men had arrived and she was still with Billy, as buried in the straw covering the stall floor, and her stallion stud lying partially over her, his still stiffened shaft suck deep in her aroused body. They continued to lay there for what to Karla she thought as hours. If she moved, his pony stallion shaft tended to stiffen or spurt in her more of his semen.

Adding his insult to her injuries, he continued to protect Karla in this manner all day and acted as if he had a logical reason for doing what he forced her to accept. It was late when Billy climbed up to stand on all fours, his erect member holding a sound grip inside of Karla, she, her whole self lifted up off the stall floor, suspended on the overly flared end of that might pony shaft.

Happy and feeling still horny, Billy walked slowly, he heading for the hay bales still in his stall. He carefully helped Karla to slide her body up onto this one bale, her head hanging off the far end put her rump and legs at a perfect angle for the stud to have some added fun. Fun is what began anew, and thrusting, the black shaft slide in and down, this time to the surprise of Karla, he embedded the entire length inside her body.

It was after sundown and the barn and stall lay dark from a moonless night. Billy feeling a need to get a drink dislodged his stout shaft from out of Karla, as she laid there, wrung out of every fiber of her strength. Moaning from her full day and hours later of him rutting her constantly, she felt hot and sweaty, removing her soiled blouse and sweaty bra, this had her naked in his stall.

Slowly Karla regained some will to move and crawling back to a sitting position on the hay bale she sat there gasping for her breaths, feeling strangely thrilled by her day of wild sex.

Billy having drunk his fill from the five-gallon bucket set into his stall for that night. He munched some grain put in his meal bin and then whinnied at Karla to come, as if she should get a drink too. Parched too, Karla was willing to get a drink from the bucket Billy drank from, but when she tried to get up and walk that way, she fell forward, finding it as if proper and comfortable for her to walk on all fours. Standing, as would Billy, she on hands and tiptoes in the straw, she thought this silly and tried to laugh. Her laugh was not a human laugh but came out of her as one long drawn out giggling whinny. The sound of this scared Karla, as then she began to take vivid note her body had sprouted fur.

Sauntering closer to the stall window, Karla let the dim yellow glow of a security light outside show her of what and how much of her had fur. Using her hands to climb up and hold onto the iron bars protecting the window from breakage, Karla saw she was fur from top to bottom, arms, legs, and seeing her toes had become as cute hoofs.

Crying from fear, Karla sank down on her knees, as from out of the dark stall Billy came to give her some comfort. Snuffling at her hair, the pony stallion tried to quell her worst fears, that from being so horny and playing with the stallion, he plowing her, she was changing into a pony too.

Not wanting his touch, Karla climbed the iron bars once more and standing on her changing legs and new hind hoofs, Billy gave an affectionate licking to what has grown in her groin, an equine mare udder and two sensual teats. Feeling this and reaching a free hand to touch it, Karla tried to scream but whinnied harshly. Scared as angry with herself she pranced as she stood there, feeling a host of different feelings the one that made her limp and slump down to kneeling was when she touched and felt her tail move.

Pleading that this not be true, Karla unable to speak English found her mutterings as understood by Billy. He began to say to her not in English but in sounds, and seemingly similar then to words, they conversed.

Karla met then her relative, Billy a cousin to her four times removed had insulted a rural witch. The witch was still alive, they living for centuries some of them. As he told her of how his long life was quite animalistic, it had many wild and fun times, the most recent was with coming to feel a sense of love for Karla.

He understood his cursed life and what by living it he could do for and to those of relation to him when previously living as a man. He told Karla how by his protecting her she felt his second time of mating, and if then on that night she were to allow him to mate with her a third time, she would join him, they both as ponies, as if together for years to come!

She had then a choice, but one not without its problems. As Billy could tell her, she having changed as far as she had, her ceasing the lovemaking would force her to remain as she was, partially changed, and be that way for three months. His other and for him more thrilling option was to mate with her again for a night, as come morning when the men arrived they would find in with Billy a pretty pony mare.

Karla quickly decided she did not want to become a pony mare, and even if his massive male tool thrilled her, she liked being human better.

Early in the morning hours Karla said her good bye to Billy and ran off toward the far woods and the river delta beyond to hide for three months. As she ran she did so on all fours, her body still changing from all the cursed semen it had accepted. In coming days and weeks with Karla missed and never returning home there was a search but nothing did they ever find.

She saw them coming and hid, learning to use her instincts to the max, Karla wandered, moving up river and found there a farm with many horses and ponies.

Changed of form and self Karla felt closer to the animals than they to her, accept for one elderly stud, he kept trying to jump and hump her when she stood in the pasture having to graze to eat and live. Two long months and Karla was getting plumper, her womanly contours not returning, she learning well how to graze, would do it all night. She was grazing mindlessly, her brain in a lulled state of ignoring her pony like self and wishing almost as much to remain as is a pony mare than return to being a human. So when she felt the elder stud land on her rump, straddle forward over her back, she let the third time happen.

Rutted by a rough old male pony, the quick thrill she felt was not worth the price she had to pay. As after that she became a member of the herd, living there and mingling, mated by other stallions she dropped foals and let them suckle. Her mind faded, and not until she went as a 4-H pony to the fair did she meet a beautiful woman, she the witch that cursed Billy.

The witch knew the past of this mare and made her an offer, such a deal that a sensually drunken pony mare could agree to the proposal.

Accordingly, she had to act alluring, do to a young youth what Billy had done to and for her. If she had him mate with her three times, then he would change into a pony and she could become again human. Try after many failed tries, and over years Karla learned well to allure and coax men to want and try her as a lover. Yet in all that span of time nary one male came back more than twice.

Beware, as happen to see, meet, and discover a mare that shows a loving interest, think again, just might then get the feel of something three times what was hanging down toward the ground!
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