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We stood there eying each the other, she with her tail swishing and me, having my male member fully aroused, hanging stiff; ready for action. The door to the stall closed and we heard the latch set tight to keep us inside, together, and being what Fatima made from us.
She whinnied...!
I whinnied...!
She was flagging her tail, flood the stall with her spicy equine perfume.
My pony cock was dripping pre, and for as much as I could smell the mare, I knew she could smell my male equine cologne.
She stepped forward, stood to my right side, as she ducked her head low and began sniffing as snorting, drinking in my male scents and offering her best style of a blowjob.
As I became highly aroused, my cock I began to thump up at my furry belly; it flared large about the end, took to tickling me; and what remained of my human imagination. A casual kindly tongue lick by her along the massive length of my cock, forced me to whinny!
I was ready, but suddenly she backed away, and acted as if not ready or willing for a stallion pony to mate with her!
As best I could muster out my mouth, I offered her a, "Huh."
The pony mare backed her cute rump snug to the far corner of the box stall, and hung her head as if to suggest she was sorry for her denial of me, her stallion.
That was what happened for that first night when I expected gaining my grand experience of mating with a pony mare. She remained sullen the whole night, determined not to let me mount, mate, and breed with her wonderful body. It was mid-morning when Fatima arrived, she opening the stall door and came face to face with two rather indignant ponies.
"What, did you not ask for the delight of feeling your vagina stuffed full? You, wished to become a stallion pony as was your pet so many years hence. Yet neither mated one with the other, as of that I ask you why. You cannot speak, but wishing a wish would make your denial as known.
Speak then, tell now why you would not let this stallion do to you what he wished, and you so wanted?"
"Neigh..., I make my final wish now, and would prefer that she gain the power of a shape-shifter, becoming as is a pony mare when she feels it as her mood. As well I shall be near, or at her side, she owning me, her ever willing stallion at stud!"
"I accept your generosity!" she said, my soon to be pony owner.
"I stand willing to service when you feel the need!" I so thought as heard my human voice speaking, saying what was in my mind.
"So be it, but know that you shall have as a follower, a Sprite fairy to urge her and you to be what you wished to find as highly enjoyable." Fatima said, as we knew she would not be satisfied until we were permanently as animals.
Written by AdobeFats
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