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I had become fond for being a pony animal, though very different from how I was born, I learned to relish the sensations from feeling a male pony humped over my rump.
I know what I said as suggested would if I were as human bodily be as living an evil bestial lifestyle. However, what I asked to become, as became, being a pony animal, me a mare, the act of mating is a natural response betweena male and female animal knowing the instinctive desire for reproducing the breed.
If asked, and a rare few while they could, did ask, wondering why a male would volunarily request his maleness become as transitioned, changed to being the genitals of a pony mare.
My reasoning is of a simple desire for feeling the length and girth of a equine cock slid down inside the quivering flesh of a pony mare. Vile as that might seem to many who learned about what became of me, as having come to meet and converse, they learned of the wilder delights felt by a mare from the mating of a stallion.
As of loving when I quiver, feeling my winking lips of leathery black vulva, working to summon a stallion to jump, mount, and begin his humping. Him mating, rutting me as brashly inserting his masculine shat in me. I relish the wondrous sensations from feeling of it as the soft but stiff cock slides into me going nicely deep. As then comes the "Oh wow," from feeling his cock thrusting, he pistoning' his cock, giving to me such a sense of thrill.
Thinking and feeling what does a mare, I desire to push back, to impale my male stud, we utilizing his cock, feeling how it protruding from his sheath, ruts deep within me. Only a female really knows as can tell what it is the feeling of such a stout cock, the tip of it tickling my cervix, while knowing that Hazel had granted me the reality of me being a sterile mare.
The others my mare friends are wholesome, their ovaries produce and if the semen flows, they can and did as do become pregnant. My sterility is a secret kept between Hazel and me, she suggesting for me to remain sterile in the possibility, and that someday I might ask to revert, and become a male pony, me a stallion!
I think though that is not likely, as my becoming a pony mare gives me the sensual lifestyle I desire most.
Hazel has her lonely moments, and comes to me, she asking odd questions, pondering what I missed from being a boy to becoming an anthropic pony mare, and finally becoming as a mare.
We converse mentally, she can read my mind while she asks me questions verbally, and I reply with a thought answer.
So what do I miss from when I was an anthropic pony mare?
My morning rituals mostly, as of brushing my teeth, combing my hair, my mane and tail. Eating French toast covered butter and soaked in Karo dark syrup. My then ability to go for a three mile run, if to work off the stress and strain from not enjoying sex with a classmate, or any lone stud.
I missed the camaraderie of my family, my mother mostly, as after Hazel cursed me to become a pony mare whore, mom ignored me. I did become a ravishing beauty with large peppy breasts, when aroused my nipples puckered up long and big for male companions to suckle. My torso was sleek, my cunt tight, and from being partially equine, I enjoyed the manner how my vagina could grip and hold a mate.
I had sex daily with some male human, even my younger brother begged as sought me to let him orally play with me, he bringing me to a full-on equine orgasm. So few human males could do for me, of what my brother could, and of him I shall hold fond memories of our fun times together.
Much of my anthropic mare lifestyle based on my feeling horny much of the day or night. Lust, passion, full feelings, draining seepage, these and so many more weird delights I tend to miss from my becoming a pony mare.
Written by Kevin Rooste
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