Nostrils flared and the scents or a world being both human and animal began assaulting Ken's mind. The mechanical smells drove him away as they suggested something of fear. Certain animal smells such as dogs, made Ken want to run very fast as if death it's self was in hot chase. He would zig and zag to alleviate being chased, only to slow his pace and become as a wandering pony stallion. He had a goal and wary of being seen, Ken totted merrily along and far from any road.
Working onward toward the open farm country and the hope of what lay beyond; the scents of farmlands brought thick scents of pastures, animals, and wide open spaces. Soon his trot increased to a flat out run as the thrill of sensing a new home overwhelmed his human rationale. He was thinking and acting like a stallion aroused, so when he stopped and stood outside the fenced pasture owned by the Saint Michel’s donkey basketball farm and stud, Ken began to salivate.
A wide pasture had in it a herd of big, medium, and small sized donkeys. Ken sniffed the scented breeze and the smell caused his upper lip to roll back over itself, trapping the scent in his equine sinus. His standing there feeling as enticed to want of breeding began something Ken did not expect. The male human youth who was his real and human self began to recede, as the stallion instinct took then a fuller level of bodily control. All then of what his Highland pony self did smell, taste, touch, or felt, the inspiration from the sensations passed, as he then had no direct control.
A definite amount of fear began compressing Ken's thoughts, he worried if from his becoming an equine animal the beast instincts would rule, as outweighed his desires. A running in a wide circle worked to gather speed and agility, helping Ken to leap over the pasture fence. Once inside the fence and walking while sniffing the perfume smell of donkey cunt, Ken began to trot.
“Yes, yes, jennet donkeys, wow there must be fifty of them, oh, oh oops a couple of them saw me coming; damn they smell so ripe I might start my cuming before I get close to the herd.” Ken thought, though his thoughts were mingling with the instincts, leaving him to react with lusty desires to mate.
Ken realized he was downwind from the herd and though he was spotted, they could not identify his gender. “The herd, I want to mingle… with the females, females…, oh man stud, such a sense of lust, dire…, dire… lust, my balls are aching for a release!”
The stallion mentality began to exert pangs of want for gaining of sexual dominance. A long and heavy pony cock swayed as Ken trotted closer to the jennet donkey herd. The braying of uneasy donkeys did mingle with the male screaming whinny of a stallion wishing to mount. Once Ken had entered the circle of heavenly female equine flesh his nostrils flared wide. The upper lip curled again as to capture the scent of some horny jennet’s estrus.
Eyes wide and white's showing, a Highland pony stallion nickered, he nosing about one sweet scented jennet, and then to another. The courting actions of the stallion were fruitful indeed as one jennet after another turned her glorious rump toward the happy stallion. Ken in his new stallion form stood mounted and enjoying sex for his first time ever. He did so relish the depth his cock slid inside a jennet, only to scream a whinny when he partially withdrew the cock before another thrusted plunge. Tail flagging, a slickened cock thrusting, his balls aching from every new climax, there was a deciding happening, as Ken knew what Jeff felt and he appreciated better his friend.
In the hours that followed, Ken found new respect for his sensual feelings and the mating ability that his wondrous cock. As standing and watching, Ken felt the enjoyment of his having enjoyed an afternoon of rich, as brute animal sex. The true thrill of doing it in an open field, and seeing as being seen by those in the cars driven by, and not once did he feel a bit of embarrassment.
Ken pranced about snorting nostrils they flared with the pride of male dominance. A low set tail stood as held high to show his dominance over the females, as Ken the human joined with his stallion self to feel proud.
This was the first of five great days living the lifestyle of a Highland pony at stud. The red sun was sinking in the western sky, as pony Ken had grazed a belly full of grass. His cock was aching from mounting all day, while Ken took deep breaths, happily sensing the delight of his new freedom.
As donkeys settled down around a urine poisoned, dying tree, Ken stood watch over his herd.