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Fatima was right to begin our relationship as not knowing each the other by our human given names. Maybe sense we wished to become as animals, beasts of burden, ponies, the need to think of the other having a human name was not needed within the realm of animals.
She, my mare needed no named introduction, as when her scent touched my nostrils, I knew all I as a pony stallion had any need to know about her. She was like me, we were wishers of being other than what we, she and I were from birth.
Our private fantasies were along similar desires, she once becoming a pony mare wished to feel and know the sensation of a stallion pony mating with her, as if being furry, brutish, and the length reaching to great depths held for us our one great wish.
She came as one female willing, she accepting her degraded new form as the only way to find satisfaction from her bedraggled life style. As well he who wished to become as a pony stallion had his wild to erotic sordid fantasy desire to become a beloved pony, the form of a remembered pet.
As from her centuries as a Genie and gaining knowledge from her Masters wishing, Fatima knew our dark desires. She placed her, my friend mare into the box stall where I considered as my new home. Fatima granted us time for being together, a night of learning the wants and desires for another of the same species. We spent a night together but learning how to hold our control of what was as lives changed, futures different, and of bodies we being as ponies knew only the basics of equine lifestyle.
I knew her wish and was there for her when she decided to stand fast, as allow me to mount her and begin for us what we thought of, hoped for, and when given the chance to be it, choose to live a life of beast-like depravity.
Fatima left, she telling us to "Enjoy," as we followed her suggestion, doing our meeting and relationship as if moral still humans. When Fatima returned come the next morning I can imagine her sensed surprise to see two who were as animals standing apart, our desires held in check.
Indeed, we, she and me, we did our moaning, she wishing for a stallion to come and take her virginity, and a fool being a stallion pony to take from any female her sense of self respect.
She, Fatima took by her halter and led the cute mare to a stall where she could do her deciding.
My wish for her, my mare to become a changeling, a shape-shifter granted her the best of two very different realms of existence. So when she felt the real desire, she could change her form and seek satisfaction from me.
Fatima admired my manner of being generous, and with minor coaxing, my Genie did let me sample various mare companions, forging pony relationships, easing me and my human mind to accept how different was my pony body. When she finally could not hold female ambitions in check and came to me being a pony mare, I had by then learned the manner of how to court, mate, and appreciate a mare, pony stallion style.
Our wishes and choices were not proper reasons for giving up the excellence of being born a human. Fate ruled, and I lost everything I knew to love, having only to cherish those few minutes of wild passion, and deal with the every day debauchery of living a brutal form of an animalistic life.
I suspect that when I become older, as matured and feeling the weight of years being an animal, I shall look back at what as a pony stallion were the high points.
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