Walking is a new experience, four legs now rather than two. Plodding slowly the thought of a while of personal privacy seems in order and you head for that stall.
Standing in what was to be your stall it has little privacy. You can bury your head in the corner, while your large rump still hangs out in the isle. the straw covered floor offers a small coushioning but the concrete below reminds you of just how locked into thei situation everything has become.
Nervous sensations makes the tail swish over a rounded hairy rump. The coarse hairs tend to tickle that puckered big horse anus. The more you flick it the nicer this body feels, and you relax knowing this all might be yours for a long time to come.
Settling into your body the feelings of mass and the new strengths you can now feel are making you have urges to try these out. Thoughts of running like the wind over the pastures has a thrill to it all. The note of being a mature stallion has its charm as well.
The thought of mating and being used primaily as a stud offers a thrill and with thinking of this comes your first true equine inspired erection.