Ken stood silent for several minutes as his body became even more his own. Like a flow of strength passing down the length of his new form it made him feel so very good.
The ability to wiggle patches of skin and a tail of corse hairs to flick over a puckered anus and hairy buttocks gave new sensuality to his life.
A small step backwards stretched his frame and made legs, feet, and groin draw tight. A deep breath in and holding both the breath and the thought of being a true animal was the thrill.
Thrills and a new desire to walk on all fours brought a sensual desire across his thoughts. A desire which to a stallion shows only one way. The prickly feeling of dry leathery skin rolling out of his groin brought a new realism to Ken's life.
At first the member hung limp over the edge of the sheath. Slowly the organ filled with blood. The sense of it's stout growing and lengthening made Ken shiver with delight. Out it pressed, stiffer and more erect till it strained to full readiness. The organ wavied about with little movments from Ken. He bent his head down and could now draw in thee very scent from his own big pony cock.
A look to the left Ken saw his total form standing almost upright in the full length mirror. He admired his body, the solid conformation of a purebred Dartmoor stallion. Every muscle was firm looking and the thick mane and tail made him look even more bold.
The delight he had oggling his sexy body and the massive by human standards cock which stretched out rigid and willing. Willing, yes right now Ken was very willing if a mare could be found. Oh, any mare he wasn't chosie' just a mare and her vulva that's what he wanted!
The stance he now took made his reflection raw, wild, and sexual. He loved his look of the hardy, strong, and beastial creature he had become. Words were wanting as he finally stepped down to all fours. The still erect cock flung in several directions till it calmed to being just plain stiff.
A step and the two more Ken began to learn the pattern of walking as a pony. The present knodding of his head as forlegs walked and hinds legs jostled. A tail held high as he walked showed the bold action in his walk and the proud way he carried himself.
This was all very fine but he had to find a pasture full of mares. A willing herd of pony mare willing and in seasoned need for his best sexual attentions.
Ken worked the back door with his big white teeth till the handle let loose and the door to a new world opened. Out with a bound to the backyard. Looking about the green grass so well kept by the lawn maintanence company now appealed to his equine needs.
Grazing the new way of consuming food. A nibble of thick muscled lips they groped to gather blades of grass. The big bold white incissors nipped the blades free of the ground. A large tongue moved the sweet blades of grass to back moulders as he ground the food till he swallowed. Nibble after nibble became almost intoxicating as the action helped him get the food.
The morning dew was settled over his broad pony back when he stopped to look up. The backyard was now grazed to just stubs or grass, as were small piles on pony manure lying about.
Seemly proud of his new grazed pasture Ken took to walking out the rear of his home's property and off to find love.