Nostrils flared and the scents or a world both human and animal now assulted Ken's mind. The mechanical smells drove him away as they suggested something of fear. Certain animal smells such as dogs, made Ken run very fast as if death it's self was in hot chase.
Zig and zag a wandering pony stallion made his way from the residential section of town toward the open farms beyond. The scents of farmlands brought thick scents of pastures, animals, and wide open spaces. Soon his trot increased to a flat out run as the thrill of sensing home buried the rationale.
A fenceline filled with horse finally presented a home and family to the Man Ken. The man which was Ken now quickly receeded and the stallion's instinct took all controls. It must have been like watching a baseball game from the high left field bleachers as Ken saw, smelled, tasted, touched, and felt the sensations but had no direct control.
A possible amount of fear was pressing on Ken's thoughts right then but the equine directives outweighed his desires. Once inside the fence and walking toward the small herd the stallion began to excert pangs of sexual dominance. A long and heavy pony cock swayed as Ken trotted closer to the mares. The whinnies of uneasy mares met the male screaming whinnie of a stallion wishing to mount.
Once Ken had entered the circle of heavenly female equine flesh his nostrils flared wide. The upper lip curled as to capture the scent of some mare's heat. Eyes wide and white's showing Ken the stallion nickkered about one mare and another.
The courting actions of the stallion were fruitful indeed as one mare after another turned her glorious rump toward the happy stallion. In the hours that followed Ken found new respect for his sensual feeling ability and that wonderous cock down below. Ken watched and felt the enjoyment of rich raw animal sex. The true thrill of doing it in a open field as cars drove by and not for once feeling embarressed.
Now Ken pranced about snorting nostrils flared with the pride of ownership. A low set tail now held high to show his dominance over the mares Ken the human joined with his stallion self to feel prowd.
His first great day as a Dartmoor stallion was drawing to a close. The red sun going down behind the western foothills. A belly full of grass and his cock aching from mounting all day Ken took deep breaths of freedom. As mares settled down around a dying tree Ken stood watch over his herd.