Eric had come through the process of magical transformation and as he stood then on four legs, he would admit to his feeling as comfortable. Although he had wanted to be of similar form and size like Jared was by becoming Jasper the stallion, his first realization came as he began walking in circles, seeing how and of what the Medallion did to him. He liked the feel of his hairy tail swishing across a most sensual spot, as when human his anus was tucked away between bulbous buttocks.
Walking a slow circling around the coral, Eric felt in control of his changed self. As he gained a quick knowledge of his gait and rhythm of four legged walking, he quickened the pace to then prancing around the coral. He noticed as part of his prancing that his head bobbed with his gait. His tail too, he naturally held high and tended to flick as he pranced. All of what became as him seemed so right, so perfect, as he began to canter faster, he thanked the Medallion for what it did to Eric.
"Eric, Eric," he thought as he did a slow galloping around the outer fence line of the coral. Something began to enter and disturb his thinking, his recall even of his own name. "My name is Eric, Danny, no Eric, no Danny, my name is... Eric, no my name is Danny, we are Danny!" So the thoughts and memories of Danny the show pony surfaced and took an ever fuller control of the alive pony animal embodiment.
As then, the galloping slowed and came to a halt. What was the mindset of pony Danny had come alive. Jared would if he were as his human self remember well the Shetland pony he rode when a child. Danny and Jared were as close companions, with Jared taking loving care of his pony. Memories of life and the being alive took control over the memories and identity of Eric. Although Eric was present, his mental self took a backseat to the bolder mentality of the animal pony so named as Danny.
Odd felt their situation as pony Danny felt the presence of another mind within his self. As Danny was when he died at the ripe age of thirty-two years, he had known of other farms where he resided, but after meeting Jared, he felt a sense of joining. As joining Danny did fairly often, he when he died was hard at work breeding a pony mare. He could recall and Eric listened of Danny feeling his last alive sensation before falling dead; as of the third surge of semen spewed out the end of his cock inside the mare.
This still vivid memory sparked in the pony a feel of arousal. As deep in the loins came a surge of urgency, as Eric relished the sensations, Danny the pony took it all in stride as if normal. Slowly, the sheath felt fuller, as from it bloomed bigger the penis as it lengthened, gaining girth, the wrinkled skin drawn tight about the cock body.
Standing, and Danny felt then the urge to let flow his bladder, as from the then erect pony cock spewed forth a hard stream of human and equine stench. The soon sound of liquid splattering at the coral dirt suggested of pony mud, and a puddle what quickly soaked into the ground.
Danny then stepped over where he had left his urine, and proceeded to walk toward the far end of the coral. As he strode his gait of steps the cock wagged from side to side. Eric felt a sense of wild joy from the shared feelings of their pony cock swinging. The human moral or immorality idea of walking naked with the penis in an erect state, and allowed to wag, tickled Eric as his enjoyment brought Danny to recalling of times when standing mounted and thrusting.
The minds and memories of Danny the pony and Eric the human boy began to merge, forming a mental realization of the learned life patterns known to a pony; and of the knowledge gained from Eric attending school. Thoughts began to flow and mix, as Danny the pony gained more, as new ideas from his association from the intruded mind of Eric.