Your first real day as a horse and stallion has seen one shod and feed in ture equine fashion. As the night before you crumple down to lay in the straw bedding as one true horse.
The third day begins as the one before a pattern is beginning. Oddly enough your mental powers are slipping as each hour passes. The pattern of life is becoming instinctive, it bolsters the animal way of life all the more.
Again your set out to graze the paddock and let loose the feelings of ever being human. The bodily needs urge open display of male parts and those which humans cover and keep covered.
At first to urinate was a private thing and you held it in till some moment when none might see. Yet by the third day such thoughts and worry seems silly and what is needed to do when just happens, no care given at all!
Happiness mixed with a full ability to enjoy this new form and life. One prances about shaking the head, snorting, and once in a while mustering a loud whinny. An occasional glace from the owner bring the thought of his satisfaction of you as his new horse, this thrills you so much the more.
Day four, day five, day six, and so on went the passing of time as each seemed the same and slipped you ever deeper into the patterns of instinctive behavior. As at last one evening you are again standing in the stall ready for sleep, in come the Shopkeeper's Wife.
She walks toward you talking in soft tones. The words seem to be more like music and their meanings float by capturing no thought to what she's saying.
A friendly pat to the strong neck has her hand smoothing down your back. As her soft hand runs over the base of that tail she moves it down your broad thigh.
Craning the neck you turn to watch as the lady kneels down and begins to fondle your maleness. Nimble fingers seek out every fold of the sheath you know is there. Her touch brings on feelings of intense pleasure making the sheath bring forth the trademark of being a stallion, your cock.
Now her warm hands run up and down the length of what is for you a blinding delight. One's eyes close as the mind drinks in her sensual touch. All is going so wonderful till a warm wet tongue tickles the anterior opening at the end of the massive shaft.
Eyes pop open as the touch has taken a turn toward something much more meaningful to you. The hind legs inch back as they spread wider to accustom some urge to be ready and mount. Your erection has stiffened to something rock hard and it begin to rise and lower working you into a fit of beastly passion.
Those warm hands soothe over the black fleshed penis and brings shivers of sexual urge as even masturbating in the paddock did not offer. A driving desire now builds what feels an undeniable need to release.
Suddenly like a firehose the cum and globs of sticky white and yellow semen spews out from the end of your cock. One sees the splatterings fly past the forelegs and into your bucket of water.
As quickly the eruption came, it's over and the male part whithers to a soft tube to hang loose.
The Lady stands up and walking to face you looks one in the eyes.
"I don't know if you can understand me yet but this was needed? You had to have a sexual release to drain the testicles of any residue human sperm. Now they are clear of it, and the process of becoming a verile stallion worthy of being mated has come to pass. You are scheduled to be mated with four mares next week, we expect great things of you!" she says as some of her words stick and others drift off like a soft and sweet song.