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Giving of Self

My mind went wild the closer I pranced toward the mare. Her scents now meant more to me than words. I stained every muscle to get to her, and ran to meet that which I was willing to burst my heart to find.

There, the sight of my wildest dreams stood a dappled gray colored mare, she and several others, were interested mares. They in turn were enjoying the scents coming from my body.

I soon stood before them and with my mind governed by it's lusty body.

Every essence, every feeling flooded into and over my thoughts. The pony I was in body, the stallion loins, and the human which planned to enjoy this life was struggling to get control of this wondrous situation.

The warnings of Fatima ran in my thoughts, but try as I might the stallion form which surrounded me was in total control. I could not stop this shell of a body from doing as it desired. I was then but a mind held prisoner in a very different body to which I was not born to be, but floated about within.

No warning could have prepared me for a situation such as this. My pony cock was rigid and stiff legged I prance and then trot about showing off for my intended conquests. The more I prance the more the cock swings and drives me sensually wilder yet. Those orbs of sexual lust ache for release and they as with many humans direct my way in life.

The courtship is 100% equine as we did rub our muzzles with the first of several mountings to come. A round of nickering down her sides to test the willingness to my coming attentions, finds her calm and ready to satisfy her desires. A mutual need to procreate is with the two of us, as I stand with my chin resting over her back.

As I stepped toward the ultimate position for mounting her, my head stays on her back as my body pivots.

The scents of her female juices fills my nostrils as the lust builds to a crescendo.

A jump of forelegs brings me to be atop her glorious rump. I stand high above my kingdom now, the real me is a stallion and feeling like a king.


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