You twist and turn prancing circles trying in the worst way to see what youa re. The more you turn the stronger you feel till minutes later your galloping around the stall as fast as you can like a dream of running wild over the pastures.
Winded you stop for a drink and those continued whinnies from down the isle grabs what little sense is left in the pea brain of your pony head. An erection begins and gets so stiff you think it might bust open.
Prancing in place the rod flays from side to side slapping your thighs as balls ache for their chance to flood a mare with semen. You scream your paniced whinnies back to the mare only to hear from within the barn others in simular desires wishing a stallion like you could come and quell their horrid panks of beastly lust.
At Last the stable groom the nice scented black man comes and reins you walking you to a paddock filled with seven horney pony mares.
"Ok buddy you know the trick now put that rod to work!" says the man as he unclips your rein and slaps your round rump making you run into the paddock.