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It was from the idea of living my life with the sole purpose of feeling my penis, my as then cock stuffed inside a hot conduit of sensual flesh. What plans I ever had were dashed, debauched, as I was born human has decidedly changed.
Indeed, after having met and asked of Fatima the magical genie my most fervent wish to become as different from the embodiment to which I was as born, I would offer her my thanks.
As for this my new and changed self, and of a lifestyle degraded, my evil and lust driven desires for becoming more than just in part to be physically an animal, I hold still vain hopes for living a simple if but a useful purpose by living my life lived as a Pony stallion at stud.
The cheeping birds awoke me to the early mornings as damp-dew clung to my pony body. I awoke as curled up into a tight equine style prenatal ball, became aroused, as felt every bit a strong and agile pony.
As I stretched my forelegs and swung out straight the hind legs I did groan like Rip Van Winkle.
A sniff of the cool damp air proved even more the raw sensual desires I was feeling. If not Fatima had prepared me for what to expect after and when fist feeling how I had so changed, these new feelings would have scared this pony silly.
Another deep breath and one more big stretch proved all of me was ready to view my first day as a beast of the field. As after four tries, my body rolling worked to urge the body to rise to a four legged stance; my first true equine move came off like I'd done it a thousand times before.
The air was suddenly full of scents. I held my nostrils high as the flood of animal, birds, grass, the wafting kitchen smells of bacon and eggs cooking in an iron skillet scents poured human reminded memories of when I was as a human.
Plod, as plod I took the first steps on solid hoofs over soft wet ground. The feeling of this relates to being free as never before. Looking about the true enough fences what stood and held me to this domain, but I had such a euphoria feeling, wanting to experience equine life.
As plodding of one slow walk became a trot the energy of the Welsh pony stallion body was very apparent. Suddenly my mind jumped, I was a stallion a grown pony stallion! Trotting jumped to a gallop as head was held high so also the tail a inner, deep feeling of superiority over all that surrounded me showed as pride.
Suddenly I stopped short, tail drooped, a scent of something different and yet thrilling.
As I took deep breathes of the wonderful odor the upper lip curled out to touch the nostrils. A heady scent which if nothing at all made me feel more alive than any time in my life. The nostrils expanded as the scent ran into my human-equine brain.
A half step of the forelegs wanted me to get closer. The scent was putting me to sleep..., NO!
The scent was pushing the human rationale deep into the blackest part of the beastly mind. I was suddenly able to understand that scent; as my human mind sunk down a black hole.
About then a devote whinny escaped my lips, and did echo the hills, field and trees.
A return whinny worked to fill my ears and circled in the brain like a leaf drifting to the ground. it was from a mare!
The thought sprung in my mind with both delight and terror. The few memories and warnings of Fatima told of when as a Stud and being at stud shall bring fear in my heart. The stallion brain swept the fear away in one split second as my lust bubbled out of the sheath to stand erect.
"I'm doomed!" I knew it so well that the little part of my human mind left able to function then cried, fool, get out of the field and run home.
The stallion part of me was in full control!
I stood feeling the tail swing and swish in hard and desired flicks. The pony cock was hard and flared so stiff it might just bust. I began to raise the organ until it bumped the hairy belly and with sudden delight fell loose to swing down. This went on for several minutes, or until the known ache of needed release swelled in my groin.
Gush after sweet feeling gush of semen spewed in thin cum and globs of sticky stuff hit my fore legs, hoofs, and the damp ground. The pangs for sexual mounting and domination roared in the animal mind.
I felt like the old me was sitting in left field bleachers as this all came to be so real my new reality. True enough, the mare wanted a stallion, and this was the new me. my fervent desires realized, I was a pony feeling it's personal moaning feelings for to mate, breed, be of worth!
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