"Ways Of Appreciation" a fantasy by K.Rooste
Lance and his wife Louise enjoyed their thirtieth wedding anniversary this year. They with their eleven children and families had a high ole time reminiscing about times past.
Lance and his wife owned and managed the only mortuary and funeral home in their small town. As business never really was brisk, they seemed to make ends meet; this fact caused Lance much wondering.
Louise was the bookkeeper; she had a tight grasp on the finances and kept her husband and family clothed, fed, and in general good health. She knew the value of the hold dollar, and had a self-assured attitude about certain foolhardy customers. She would shake her head in disbelief when some unmarried person would ask to go to their grave wearing gold and diamonds.
Such lavish possessions meant nothing to one who was dead, embalmed, and barely a shell of those still living. In these rare cases, Louise removed the jewelry, deciding to utilize its value for the living, hers, and that of Lance, their children and some worthy causes.
As from a terrible automobile accident came a John Doe victim, burned beyond any possible recognition, the only remaining item that escaped the fire, was a gorgeous bright silver medallion and its golden chain. The police found the bright bobble tucked inside what was the glove box, wrapped and lying snug in a small metal box.
Louise thought that to bury the medallion with what remained of the owner seemed worse than foolish.
She kept it, and found herself drawn to wear it often, even at the family reunion. Their daughter Marsha along with her husband Matthew had an excellent working knowledge of Spanish, and upon seeing the medallion, it was Marsha, who then deciphered the many inscriptions engraved on both sides of the round medallion.
Mother and daughter laughed when the truth seemed apparent, the medallion was a good luck charm, something made out of the dreams of unenlightened people.
Fun and wine mixed to make Louise and Marsha talk openly of their lives. It was of Lance and his problems stemming from having Diabetes, as of her disgust of his erectile disfunction; that mother and daughter began to make lurid comments about the ability to make love.
The two women were laughing so that Louise had to hold on to the medallion less it strike something and be defaced. As with one handholding the medallion, she spouted off about Lance, and how his shaft laid wilted and of little use to a passionate woman. She made fun of him, reminded of her youth and younger days when living with her parents on their farm.
Louise told of Harvey, he was back then her riding pony, and being even old as the hills his shaft worked and made him proud. She humored the conversation by wishing upon the next time Lance and she became lovingly entangled, he would be a better lover if his ability and manner were more that like her pony and one of his mares.
Unseen and not noticed, the medallion began to glow, working with its powers given from the deep and dark regions of somewhere in Spain.
About a week latter on a warm summery Saturday night, Lance taunted his wife into their playing and kissing. He was a bit more energetic, and Louise thought his arms and back felt like strong muscle. As they rolled about the bed, Lance looked as if his tanned skin had darkened some. He came on to Louise with greater gusto and so boldly, that she began to try to push him away.
Lance stood above Louise, he on hands and knees, his wilted shaft beginning to remind Louise of years past, it gaining in length, girth, and suggesting of a possible full sized erection.
As lance shook his head like some dog shaking off water, Louise took note of the medallion hung over the back of her bedroom mirror. In the dim light of their bedroom, she saw the medallion glowing. Her seeing it captivated her mind, making her think and wonder.
All wondering stopped abruptly as Lance in his sudden heightened state lunged forward, his then mighty shaft standing erect, plunged in and worked deep, touching many things on its way to bump the walls of a womb.
Elated with wild sensation as if nothing Lance or Louise had ever known all thoughts and wondering stopped for a time.
Two older folks moaned of their pleasures, entwined, they rolled about the bed, Lance thrusting madly, as neither took note of what else was occurring right then.
When Lance had fired in his fifth major load, he rolled off Louise, coming to lie on his back.
Louise remained in a state of sensual and sexual euphoria, knowing that Lance lay beside her, his imposing erect shaft remained thoroughly lodged, and protruded deep in her vagina. Her realization of this unlikely and nearly impossible situation caused Louise to sit up and eye what her husband had used to delight her.
Aghast at the sight, Lance had an erection and shaft that reminded her of a pet pony. It was nearly two feet in length, the girth of a beer can, and by color, texture, and contours, it had to be equine.
She took a firm but affectionate hold to the mighty shaft, giving it a tug and pulling its length out from her vagina.
When the shaft came almost out of her it became stuck, seemingly the end of Lance shaft was then still engrossed and huge. Louise pulled harder, and with her almost yanking on the stuck shaft, it came out with the sound reminding her of a cork coming out a Champaign bottle.
Seeing the thing was believing, and reminded Louise of Harvey and his long and imposing shaft when he would mate with his mares. It then hung limply but was by size and length quite a formidable sex organ. The passing thought of her fool husband using some male excitement product cut short, as she eyed her sleeping husband.
Looking at Lance his face and torso had taken on a bestial complexion. His lips and nostrils seemed to have merged, looking then as the early beginning of him having a pony muzzle.
Even as he slept soundly, Louise noted his chest had barreled out some, the skin and chest hair becoming the soft pelt of pony like fur as had ole Harvey. Louise could not hold her hands from wanting to pet Lance, plowing her fingers through thick but smooth hairs of a summery coat like the one she remembered of Harvey and his many mares.
The seeing how Lance had changed and seemed yet to be changing more, only reminded Louise of the conversation with Marsha, and how they compared Lance to Harvey. The medallion was more than glowing then, but it humming as would a turbine making electricity. She thought of what they had said, but in-as-much Louise did make a wish while holding onto the medallion.
As from seeing Lance while he slept, the wish was culminating and soon would be boldly true for all to see.
A lowing moan from Lance and he shifted his body to accustom the sprouting of his ponytail. Like a snake, the tailbone wriggled out from under Lance and his developing equine shaped thighs and buttocks. More every minute Lance was becoming the clone of one Harvey stallion Welsh pony.
Another muttering moan had Louise look again at he husband and his changing head and face. As then the muzzle had formed, as changes moved upward doing things to his eyes, and causing a human skull to become more that of an equine.
Louise could stand it no more when she saw the quick growth of a pony mane sprouting from the peak of her husband’s head. The mane grew down and along the crest of his changing pony neck, coming to fade into his pony hair pelt about where he would have his withers.
She had a fleeting thought to awaken her husband, but changed her line of thinking, deciding he should sleep through his transformation, awake then come morning and be likely a pony and stallion stud.
Moving to sit on the side of their bed, Louise sat there and then felt some of what Lance had spewed inside her womb, was then trailing in thin steams along her legs. This made her disgusted at the sensation, mumbling to her self about having sex with an animal, as if it was oddly better than any she had known from her loving husband.
At about four in the morning, Louise got up and went to take a shower.
Meanwhile a horny-minded husband awoke from his transforming slumber.
Lance struggled to stand up beside the bed. His brain felt as if spun and having blended with wads of cotton. He had trouble thinking clearly, but found his nose and hearing had renewed and exceptionally new clarity.
Just taking a few steps forward and there away from anything breakable, he took a stretch, getting the kinks out of his spine, as with his feeling rested and elated from a wild night of rich and sensual sensations, his hairy tail began to flick side to side.
It was not until Louise came out the bathroom door and confronted her equine husband that Lance looked up at her and his stance and form held a terrible resolve.
Louise rather expected him to become violent, kicking up his stout and strong heels, biting, and feeling the loss of his humanity.
Instead, Lance stood with his tail flicking, acting calm, and looking up at his wife, he had merged according to a wish place to the Medallion. Lance felt only a pony sense of passion when looking at Louise, he stood there breathing deeply and his shaft falling out from a pony sheath.
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