Mornings have always been the favorite time of my day. Yet this morning I would see myself as the world view's a horse. My night's sleep was filled with strange dreams. So as I woke the day brought some relief.
I opened my eyes to a world of shades in gray. The ability to see in colors was gone. The first movement brought a real feeling of power and physical might.
Raising my head it felt heavy yet well supported. I turned to look over my back and realized the size of beast I had become. A struggle to push me up with forelegs, my hind legs jumped to a stance.
What a view of bone and muscle, hair and hoofs. I felt like this whole deal was the best choice for me!
Walking in circles I viewed my form. Shaking my mane and withers gave interesting feelings. Snuffing and snorting like the horse I was gave remembrance of making the same sounds as a child at play.
The sounds of other animals becoming awake offers me new thoughts about animal life.
I remember being offered buckets of grain and sweet mash before going to sleep. This along with a good night's sleep brought on a personal need. I spread the hind legs, lifting my tail as I push and I feel stuff burble out of my rear.
The smell of my own manure brings a mental picture of home and safety. I should have found this strange, but not to a horse. I stood looking out my stall door as sweet young maids brought grain, hay and water to each stall.
A five gallon bucket filled with water was set before a thirsty horse, ME! I slurpped up half of it and started on a big bucket of cornmeal mash when my bladder alarm went off.
This too was a new experiance! My hind legs stepped back a half step. I gave a feeling of relaxed calm which allowed my horse cock to roll out into the morning light.
Looking back and down with my neck bent and stretched the view of my fire hose gave a thrill. So long it was and flat on the end. So round it boasted veins sticking out along it's mass. I stiffened it and felt it beat into my round belly. The hairy sensation and it's built in sexual sensation made one Hell of a hard horse cock.
Streams of green yellow liquid shot forth from the flat opened end. I admired the shaft and sniffed my urine's scent. Again a inner feeling of satisfaction.
I turned to see Circe with a smirk on her face watching my personal experiance. "Good morning I see you are awake and willing as the newest stallion. In case you haven't figured it out yet, your a Percheron draft horse. As such your duties are to be harnessed with five others and used for your strength."
Three maids walk in and sinch up my harness, insert the bit, attach a breastplate and brush my mane and tail. "There ready for work in the park are we! Ahh one note, I will hold off on any stud service for you till after you are if work service for six months. If by then you haven't become a stallion horse in mind as now in body, then we may offer you at stud.