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Ah..., but the urges, they come by night and forge through to morning times, leaving behind a sticky mess. What cums by night, stands hung stoutly erect by day, its need causing renewed urges, something what mom or dad would not view as dignified.
The sheer passion for want of mating a mare is what Fatima said, so wrought an urge that whether male human or equine stallion, the real me could not find the fortitude to deny. Indeed, I have such a desire to mount, mate with, and thrust my male member. A brute urge to feel my pony cock deep inside the horny-hot body of some pony mare, that urge so great in me, I would not try to court the mare, just mount her.
Fatima scoffs at he who was her master that wishing, asked to become as is a male animal, a pony, me a stallion. Her rules befuddle my mentality. What I held as a fun fantasy hope of discovery has as the outlook for a future of me being enslaved by men, by owners of me as their pony animal. I find the thoughts of being a pony and stallion as anything but a new sense of freedom. I learned early enough how to drink water from a bucket. I tried munching at a net filled with hay, only to find it as tasteless, a blend of sweet and sour, but mostly sour.
Fatima walked me out to a pasture, and told me to lower my head, as with thick lips and sharp teeth, I was to learn the methodology of grazing. An empty belly is as good an urge to force a changeling to try, as learn how to eat without the use of hands or utensils. The oddity of grazing added its own change to human style reasoning, as the method became easier, the mind became lost to thinking along a one track line of thought.
Equine mentality becomes the primary mode of thought, and as part of being a stallion, what one learns to enjoy when coupled with, and expressed similar to feeling horny for the touching of a mare. I became as aroused, strode slowly, letting that soft but weighty male member slink and sway. All thoughts of Fatima waned and faded into a sullen sense of beast-like oblivion, allowing me a time of personal peace, tranquility, and the urge to forget what was my past life, as self.
When we returned me to the stables, and walking into what was my stall, I saw standing there with her tail held high and to the right side of her glorious round butt, stood my thrill for a wild night of equine fornication.
"Names are not needed, so I shall not introduce her or you. She is like you, a wisher of being other than what she was born. Her greatest desire was to feel sunken into her body the massive male member of a stallion. She is as willing as I know you are wishing, so enjoy your night together!" Fatima said, as her suggestion was reiterated by the mare, she stood there moaning for a stallion to come and take her virginity!
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