Lost from his family, Dan had found his best yet thrill of living the lifestyle as a horse by being what people rather expect of a horse and stallion to do as to act, being but a common male beast. Human taught morals and common right or wrong meant little to Dan after he had gone more than a year being a horse. He had let his memories of two loving parents and a spiteful witch of a sister slip into a gray fog of his past.
Dan was a magnificent looking male animal, and he liking the feel when he got aroused, his cock dropping out from its sheath, he liked to flaunt it. Flaunting his two foot long male meat before wide eyes of young women or jealous men made Dan want to laugh with glee. He did more than laugh or feel glee when given a mare to mate, as breed with, as mating became his prize in life.
Not all was sexual frolicking fun, but there were times when he got a saddle strapped to his back and an ugly feeling bit jammed into his mouth. He disliked being ridden, preferring to stand as a free stallion, doing what felt righteous to him!
Time, sex, and the long drawn doldrums when nothing was happening but to have Dan standing there on all fours and needing to listen as his guts grumbled from what he had grazing, eaten. All too soon, and Dan forgot even his name, as he acting like some free spirited beast, related the word used to call him, as reason to follow it to gain food, water, or sensations.
All felt so well, that Dan the horse became wholly content with being and living as would a born male horse. If Kat, his dear sister had tried, she through her devil familiar could have found Dan, and made his existence either a virtual hell, or a life of wild sexual play between him and her perverted delights.