The Family Jewels [6]
Michel yawns, feeling tired from the visit to Janie's mother's house. It's a long drive, and now he has to drive just as long just to get home.
The night was tiring - the laughter and conversation echoed in Michel's mind - the heavy Brooklyn accents and all - as he glanced over at his wife, Janie, looking at the horses behind fences as they drive on the gravel roads back to the cities.
"Aren't they gorgeous? Ugh... I wish we could have horses. We should get a home out here near Ma."
"I quite like our life in the city, Hon," Michel chuckled, "Besides... moving all the way out here just to have horses would be kind of silly."
"Well, not just horses, y'know. It's so wide and free out here. We could have a farm, hire some help and we'd all take care of our little farm together. It'd be cute."
"You say that now... but you'd have to shovel up all the horse and cow sh-"
"Yeah, yeah," Janie interrupts, laughing, "Still. Look at them though. Not a care in the world. Free to run and be as loud as they want."
"You want to stop and look at them a bit?" Michel smiles, pulling the car to the side of the road.
"Oh, can we? That's so sweet, Baby!" Janie squeals, undoing her seatbelt and getting out of the car, trotting in her heels to the wooden fences.
Michel shuts the car off, gets out, and joins his beautiful wife in leaning against the fences, watching the horses graze as the sun finishes setting.
"Even at night they're so pretty. Still, I wonder why they're out this late." Janie says.
Michel looks at his Rolex, "It's only seven. Not that late. Those short ones, though..." Michel laughs, pointing at the stubby little ponies.
"Oh, meanie! Don't laugh! They're made to be short like that. They're cute. It's like you could have it as a pet in your house," Janie giggles, watching the small pony catch up to his taller, muscular friends.
Michel looked down at his hands and a grin streaks his face, "Janie... wanna... maybe... try..."
"Oh no," Janie says, rolling her eyes and laughing softly, "You're not going to say it. Don't you say it..."
"What? I just... heh. I'm gonna do it," Michel says, rummaging his jeans pocket.
"No! What if you get caught?"
"It's a huge field. Nobody will see us! Besides, the roads are clear. The only car I see is ours. Besides... don't you kinda wanna know what it feels like?" Michel says, slipping his ring on.
He looks at the mini Shetland Pony mare, and concentrates on becoming its spitting image. Slowly, his body begins to contort.
"Michel! Ugh... you moron!" Janie laughs, watching Michel's body take the form of a Shetland pony mare. His coat is a light brown and the very bottom of each leg is white, like socks. His pearl colored hooves tap on the ground as he struggles to walk while his blonde mane, long and soft, matching his blonde tail, sway in the gentle breeze.
Michel plops to the ground, his legs uncooperative.
Everything looks so strange... and dome-like... and these legs. How in the hell? Okay... maybe this was a bad idea. Uhm... let's... try standing. Just one hoof at a time.
Michel releases a small whinny, pushing his snout against the ground, trying to stand. He lifts himself up and stands slowly, swaying, only to stumble back down.
"Alright, alright... but we can't be here too long," Janie says, pulling her earrings out of her purse and putting them in. She concentrates on changing into a horse.
A big, strong body. Black coat and... hooves like Michel's. Maybe fringes like a Shire. And a nice mane, not too long. Something... majestic and strong.
_ _ Janie's body begins to take form. Her face becomes longer, forming a snout and deep brown eyes. Horse ears pop out from her hair, which turns into a jet black mane.
Beneath her, Janie forms four strong, long legs and fringed white hooves - bearing the same sock pattern as Michel. Her flank is muscular and strong, and she's come to notice that she's become a stallion, not a mare.
Janie's legs buckle and she kneels to the ground, her large frame crashing to the soil. Her whinnies echo in the night as she tries to stand. Both she and Michel are like newborn deer, trying to figure out their legs for the first time.
Aside from the struggle of simply standing, their eyes have a hard time adjusting to the dome-like vision, making far away things seem much smaller, and the closer things seem much too close.
One of the horses from beyond the fence watches as the two horses struggle to stand. The Shetland in the fence whinnies to Michel, bobbing her head and motioning toward the fence, as if she was teaching him.
Am I supposed to grab the fence? Do I just bite? Michel scoots himself over to the fence, slipping his snout between the boards and pushing downward with his massive skull, making standing on his hooves nearly effortless. He stands, swaying gently, observing how the other horses are managing to do something as simple as walking.
Janie, however, is too far from the fence. She can only manage to dig her hooves into the ground, digging a very slender cylinder into the soil. Finally, she manages to place her other hoof in front of her, and like a push up, she finally stands, easing her flank upward on her wobbling legs. Finally, they both are standing, but motionless.
Janie and Michel look each other over. When Janie tries to speak, she can't. Instead, she releases a grumbling snort, slowly moving her head from side to side, trying to get used to her vision.
Michel notices that just in front of him is a blind spot. Seeing Janie move her head side to side, he tries the same. It doesn't seem to feel right. Maybe if I just kinda stand sideways... oh... that seems a bit better.
Michel takes a good look at Janie's horse form. She is strong and thick, but not fat. He looks over her frame and notices that she is not a mare - she's a stallion, and she's even erect.
Janie, you didn't tell me you were horny! Wait... she can't hear me can she? Michel concentrates on finding a way to communicate with Janie, and soon, he comes to find that his thoughts are no longer silent.
_Michel?_Michel hears Janie in his thoughts.
How did that happen? Janie? Are we able to talk? Michel lifts a hoof and lightly places it back down.
"Michel, can you hear me?" Janie's voice echoes, "_Just concentrate on speaking to me. Have to think really hard, though."_Janie's voice fades as she finishes her sentence.
Michel snorts and whinnies, bobbing his head as he concentrates, focusing on communicating with Janie.
"Janie? Janie can you hear me?"
"There... wow! Isn't this weird?"
_ "A little bit... also you're uh... a male."_
_ "And you're a mare. For some reason I feel like I need to mate with one of these horses."_
_ "Well... since I'm a mare..."_
_ "You wanna give it a try? Ha-ha!"_
Michel whinnies as he slowly moves his legs, trying his best to keep himself balanced. Janie does the same, slowly moving her large, muscular frame without falling over.
Janie is startled by the feeling of sudden falling and neighs, startling Michel and the other horses behind him. Janie stands on her hind legs and slams her front hoofs to the ground. Oh... ugh. That scared me... just feeling like I'm going to fall over is extremely freaky. Though... I stood just fine. Maybe it's a matter of instinct.
_ _ Janie lowly takes a step forward, "Mich, I think it's more about instinct. Don't try to control your feet, just like... I dunno. Move 'em ha-ha."
Michel whinnies and gives a snort of understanding, and soon, moving slowly, he is able to walk forward. Janie is ahead of him, already striding a little faster, but still taking her time.
Her first instinct is to come around to Michel's flank. I gotta get up on that!. I know I do. But still, he's so small. It wouldn't work, would it? Jane walks right over the top of Michel. The tiny pony stands beneath her, barely phased, until Janie's long, curved shaft rubs against his flank, making Michel whinny and kick his hind hooves, kicking nothing, but still motioning for Janie to back off.
"Hey! You almost kicked me!" Janie says telepathically to Michel.
"Sorry! I didn't know what else to do." Michel responds, striding from beneath Janie, away from her massive member.
"All I know is... I'm supposed to fuck you. My body is like... pulling me toward you."
_ "But I'm too small! What the hell, Janie!"_ Michel laughs in his mind, "Alright. I have an Idea."
_ _ Michel slowly makes his way over to the fence, turning his head sideways and attempting to slip through the fence. His top half makes it, but his flank and back hooves are draped over the fence's middle rung.
That scent is so strong. I just have to... Janie trots slowly to Michel's flank, pressing her snout against her entrance. The shining folds indicate that Michel is also in heat. Janie can't help but lick gently, her long, curling tongue gliding over Michel's flank and especially over his folds, making him whinny in surprise, but rumbling in pleasure.
Holy shit! That feels great! Michel tries to raise his flank higher, but he can't. The fence's upper rung is preventing him from moving any lower or higher.
Janie managed to stuff her tongue's length deeply inside Michel's pony-like slit, tasting him deep inside, making her shaft much thicker and stiffer. Once drooping, her erection is now standing strong, almost level with her belly, a bead of precum seeping off the flat tip.
Janie whinnies, standing on her hind hooves and draping her front hooves over the fence, grinding around to find Michel's slit. Janie manages to find the right spot, and soon, her hard shaft is covered in a wet warmth.
Michel, beneath her, his flank raised, whinnies in a little pain. _Augh! Janie's cock is too big! It's like she's trying to fit it all inside!_Michel scrapes his hoof against the ground, wiggling his way through the fence, and finally plopping to the ground on the inside.
Janie's cock is pulled from Michel's warm pussy and exposed again to the night air. Janie's first reaction is to snort in frustration. Okay... I gotta get in there. I know horses can jump pretty high. Here goes nothing!
Janie backs up, her member tapping against her belly, and she attempts to leap over the fence, tripping over herself once she lands inside the fence, but managing not to fall over. She raises and shakes her head side-to-side, shaking out her mane, neighing softly in success.
Michel, still horny and wanting more, walks beneath Janie, rubbing her snout against Janie's shaft. Janie neighs at the sudden touch and skitters backwards.
"Ugh... careful Mich!" Janie says, "I'm very skittish. I can't even see you! Are you under me? Is that even you?"
_ "Yeah, it's just me. I'm under you. Just hold still, this'll start to feel really good, trust me!"_
Michel licks over Janie's hard shaft, making her whinny in a horse-like moan. Janie's hips start to thrust slowly as Michel's hot tongue glides over the pulsating flesh of Janie's cock.
Michel manages to make a sucking motion inside his mouth, making Janie whinny a little more, releasing a small amount of cum in Michel's muzzle.
Michel pulls backs and whinnies, swallowing the sticky cum and backing out from beneath Janie. He turns around and presents his flank, looking back at her.
Compared to Michel, Janie is rather tall, towering over him like a massive building. Carefully, Janie snorts, warning Michel that she is behind him.
Fighting the urge to kick is difficult for Michel, until he feels his small pony frame being stuffed with Janie's massive cock once again.
Michel's eyes fight to stay open as the feeling of this pleasure engulfs him. He whinnies lightly and shakes his mane, tapping his back hoof and making small steps forward, Janie following, her cock thrusting deeply
Janie stops thrusting and her muscles tighten, flexing lightly. With a loud whinny, she cums, her cock pulsating and twitching inside Michel's narrow slit.
Michel whinnies and quickly pulls away from beneath Janie, cum oozing from his entrance and down his back hoof. He clops around, trying to shake the odd feeling off of his hoof.
"No fair, I haven't cum yet!" Michel complains.
"Alright. Hold still, and I'll make sure you do. You're tight as a horse, by the way."
_ "Ha... thanks. You're huge! I swear you were trying to cram that whole thing inside. I'm so fucking horny... I wish you actually could get that whole thing inside!"_
_ _ Janie comes around to Michel's flank again, sliding her tongue deeply into Michel's cum-filled entrance. His pussy is wet and hot, filling with juices and liquids, pulsating around her hot, curling tongue.
Licking faster, Janie snorts, making Michel jump a little, tightening his muscles, also tightening his vaginal walls around Janie's tongue.
Michel whinnies, stomping his front hoof onto the ground, rumbling and neighing softly in pleasure. He feels close. His body tenses as his fluids spray from beneath his tail, all over Janie's snout and muzzle.
The sudden pleasure takes over Michel's body, making him tense from ear to tail. When he finally calms down, his heart races, making him want to run.
In excitement, Janie runs alongside Michel, whinnying as her shaft shrinks and eventually sheaths.
The drive home is calm. When Michel and Janie drive into the city, seeing the lights and hearing the cars and distant chatter outside in the cool night, they both stop and think that maybe once in a while, a trip into the countryside, or maybe even a second home close to family, with a horse ranch of their own wouldn't be too terrible.