Ed came fully awake sometime during the night, feeling very odd in a lot of good ways, but also confused. The first thing that hit him was the smell - stong sweat-urine odors mixed with straw, wood, metal, and an almost overpowering scent of female.
His eyesight seemed blurred and distorted, and somehow showed him two different images - a large horse on his left, and a wooden wall on his ri... huh? A horse on his left? Memory flooded back and Ed gave a whinny of fright that caused the mare to look back and whicker at him.
Oh shit! The former boy shook himself, then twisted around to examine himself. Any hopes of this being some sort of crazy dream faded as the details sunk in. How was this possible? It was crazy - he remembered being at the Zoo, then coming back and seeing the mare on the way home, and.. oh, double shit! He had mounted her, and become as stallion as he did.
His nostrils flared, drinking in scents that his mind processed in a very non-human way. The mare was pregnant now - with his foal. He was going to be a father, of sorts. Which would make Mom and Dad grandparents of an animal. What time was it? Middle of the night, from the darkness. They'd be crazy right now, calling the police, trying to find him.
His own scent was strong and comforting, though not all good news. He was definately a healthy male, of similar breed to the mare, but he was also a mature healthy male. The equivalent of a 14 year-old would still be a colt. He was probably more his father's age in horse years now. Middle-aged for a horse was what? Ten years? Which meant that he only had another ten or so years to live.
Somehow, that thought was not as depressing as it should be - in truth, he was having trouble rmembering exactly how days, and weeks, and months, and years all worked. Less time than he would have had as a human, for sure. On the other hand, he felt powerful, massive, strong beyond belief. Those feelings he could latch onto easily. And the mare was here.
The mare whickered again and nuzzled him. Ed's thoughts clouded over, and he snuffled the female and gave a deep, contented rumble in his throat. For now, he did not want to fight the contentment of the stallion. It felt good to be here, to be as he was, and he chose to enjoy it. There would be time later to panic.