Cherpping birds woke me to the early morning dew. I was curled up into a tight prenatial ball and feeling every bit as one strong and agile pony.
As I stretched my forelegs and swung out straight the hind legs I growned like Rip Van Winkle. A sniff of the cool damp air proved even more the raw sensual desires I was feeling. If I had not been changed once before this feeling would have scared one silly.
Another deep breathe and one more big stretch proved all of me was ready to view my first day as one beast of the field. As one would rollingly urge the body to it's stance my first true equine move came off like I'd done it a thousand times before.
The air was suddenly full of scents. I held my nostrils high as the flood of animal, birds, grass, the wafting smell of bacon and eggs cooking in an iron skillet scents poured into a small mind.
Plod plod I took the first steps on solid hoofs over soft wet ground. The feeling of this relates to being free as never before. Looking about the true enough fenceline held me to this domain, but I had such a uforia feeling.
As ploding of one slow walk became a trot the energy of the Welsh pony stallion body was very apparent. Suddenly my mind jumped, I was a stallion a grown pony stallion! Trotting jumped to a gallop as head was held high so also the tail a inner, deep feeling of superiority over all that surrounded me showed as pride.
Suddenly I stopped short, tail drooped, a scent of something different and yet thrilling. As I took deep breathes of the wonderful odor the upper lip curled out to touch the nostrils. A heady scent which if nothing at all made me feel more alive than any time in my life. The nostrils expanded as the scent ran into my human-equine brain.
A half step of the forelegs wanted me to get closer. The scent was putting me to sleep, NO! The scent was pushing the human rationale deep into the blackest part of the beastly mind. I was suddenly able to understand that scent as my human mind sunk down a black hole. The whinnie which escaped my lips echoed the field and trees.
A return whinnie filled my ears and circled in the brain like a leaf drifting to the ground. "Mares!" The thought sprung in my mind with both delight and terror. The few memories and warnings of the shop owner of being at stud brought fear in my heart. The stallion brain swept the fear away in one split second as his lust bubbled out of the sheath to hand erect.
"I'm doomed!" I knew it so well that the little part of my human mind left able to function cried to get out of the field and run home.
The stallion part of me was in full control! I stood feeling the tail swing and swish in hard nd desired flicks. The pont stallion's cock was hard and flared so stiff it might just bust. I began to raise the organ till it bumped the hairy belly and with sudden delight fell loose to swing down. This went on for several minutes till the known ache of needed release swelled in my groin.
Gush after sweet feeling gush of semen spewed in thin cum and globs of sticky stuff hit my fore legs, hoofs, and the damp ground. The pangs for sexual mounting and domination roared in the animal mind. I felt like the me was sitting in left field bleachers as this all came to be.
True enough this was the new me. a pony feeling it's personal mournings!