Standing outside the machine, and having wandered a few uncoordinated steps, the sense of standing upon four legs and having then hoofs too bares as something strangely comfortable. Feeling ever so comfortable in stance brings such satisfaction the thought of offering the world a smile comes, but it fades quickly as mouth and lips have changed.
Drastic physical changes is this transformation of human self to becoming then as an animal, a pony, and from what stirs within the groin, the realization is there of being still male, as is a stallion pony.
All of those weird and wonderful fantasized dreamy thoughts flood into a mind striving to grasp at the fact of it being suddenly inside an wholly changed body. The fantasy of it is real enough, so thrilling from all of what is felt, that from the groin begin to emerge that what was a fond desire, the male organ so much a primary passion of wanting to be as was an animal.
Slowly and delighted comes the feeling as this male organ you know is sizable and completely dehumanized of form begins eking out of that glorious soft and sensual sheath.
This new you is all consuming of the mind and what people passing by or standing near are talking about is on no concern to the one relishing what it was to change species. Curious people, just a few that might have seen what became of one fool human putting a quarter into a slot on some silly carnival contraption, and in a flash of power that person is no more a part of the human race. These people come close, petting, stroking the fur covered along the back and rump of this a person then as a pony.
Enthralled with the feelings prevailed from a building and forthcoming pony stallion size of an erection, the mind feels of it as the head remains set looking forward. A memory of something read about cattle standing as if statures in a pasture, is as a reminder how you are acting at the present.
There shall be times when all the world can take second place to what you wishfully want to stand and enjoy the sensations of your animalistic naked body. The feel of the breeze plucking at and smoothing the fur that coats the body is but one of many such sensual sensations that they make for being a pony animal as something extravagantly profound of anything you felt as yet for being alive.
As the continuing arousal and erections builds to some stretched expanse of this that new male organ down below, the anxious feelings propagate what is that pony tail to begin its announcing way of showing to all as to what the animal that is you is in a mood.
Moody wise at that point in this new beginning the tail expresses a pony having feelings of enthusiasm. Decidedly that quarter spent was worth every gram of its weight, every atomic partial of its being, as what culminated from the transaction is in the mind and body as well worth the small price paid.
Shaking of the head makes the elongated neck to shiver and it shakes the mane which gives a chilled thrill down the length of a fur covered body. Each portion of mane hair, body fur, and tail hairs grants sensual feelings that were but a fantasy dream and suddenly are quite real and throughly enjoyable.
Walking a few strides brings a sense of perversity to one being as is a pony, the erection sways and slaps at the flanks as from every step and or stride. Sensual though it feel, the manner of it swaying like that causes one who knows they be an animal to feel a moment of embarrassment.
Walking begets prancing, as all can see this pony is a happy sole, enraged with an erection, this many who know of horses knows this be a sign of a relaxed animal finding life as a great thrill.
Somewhere during those first few minutes of being as is a pony, but there is a faint memory of a person adorning the pony head with a halter, something soon used as a manner of controlling this one in their delight of freedom.
A moment of distraught concern for the halter fades away, as memories of ponies wearing both bit and bridle come as a realization of what you long decided was proper and something as much a part of the whole experience. Halter, bridle, the mouth bit, a saddle, or harness, non of this really mattered, as for most of the lifetime being as is a pony there was freedom from all those human responsibilities!
Happiness continues to enslave the mind in thinking one is free at last from having to deal with people, only not realizing how some human is leading the pony to a corral and a place for what is to come to occur.