Mike turns to the mare, he snorts his hot and lusty desire, making the mare seem all the more eager.
Ty begins to complain, telling Mike he should not give in to his instincts.
A flying swat from Mike as his hairy tail slaps Ty across the face.
Mike steps closer to his quest, the signs of his thinking with beastly intent is quite apparent and very erect. The thought of what will happen has Mike throbbing his shaft against his lower belly, the sensation instilling his instincts to be in total control.
Two horse sniff the other's breath, lip nibble, and Mike begins by smoothing his thick lips across her withers, along her back, and coming to reat his chin at the peak of her tail.
A lusty mare whinnies, lifting her tail and giving Mike full view of his sensual mark.
Ty protests, but with a flying rear hoof and leg from Mike he is kicked, and crumples into a heap of angished flesh.
Bestial fantasies surge in the new equine brain that controls what was and in then, Mike.
Before him is something he as a man would not have eyed so closely. Instead he has become as an animal, horse, and a stallion feeling the heat of that moment. Mike drops his head, letting a hairy chin smooth down her rump, as his lips give a friendly nibble to her privates.
His mind is ablaze with desire, as a shaft below wags and is so stiff as erect, it is near ready to explode.
there before him is the rear of a grown mare, she is excited and from her spits some bodily juices. This spitting lands on Mike, coating his nostrils and lending to the moment as it drives his equine mind mad with lust.
Screaming a wild eyed whinny, Mike jumps up, mounting the mare over her rear. He walks forward on hind legs, his forelegs are straddled aside the mare, helping him move into place, and flagging about her flanks.
Then comes the eternal struggle, as stallion must blindly stab his erection toward that one mark which will allow him to breed.
Mike is near frantic as he moves his pelvic bone, ramming his shaft hard, but it missed the mark, time and failed try.
His body was growing fatigued, he was breathing deep and hard as then feeling himself longing to fall asleep, his shaft not yet buried, but from the sensation, he had a need for rest, rather than more conflict.
The screaming whinny of an instulted mare revived Mike, he gave one last thrust, it met with a mild resistance, slipping into a warm and moist place.