My mind went wild the closer I pranced. The scents now meant more to me than words. I stained every muscle to get out of the stable and run to meet that which I was willing to burst my heart to find.
There, the sight of my wildest dreams stood several interested mares. They in turn were enjoying the scents from my body. Once inside the gate I stood on open pasture and with a mind governed by it's lusty body. Every sense, every feeling flooded into and over my thoughts. The pony I was in body, the stallion in mind, and the human which planned to enjoy this life was struggling to get back to be himself.
The warning of the shop owner ran in my thoughts, but try as I might the stallion form which surrounded me was in total control. I could not stop this shell of a body from doing as it desired. A prisoner in another body to which I was not born to be but now float about within.
No warning could have prepared me for a situation such as this. My pony cock was rigid and stiff legged I prance and then trot about showing off for my intended conquests. The more I prance the more the cock swings and drives me sensually wilder yet. Those orbs of sexual lust ache for release and they as with many humans diresct my way in life.
The courtship is 100% equine as I rub muzzels with the first of several mountings to come. A round of nickkering down her sides to test the willingness to my coming attentions, finds her calm and ready to satisfy her desires. A mutual need to procreate is with the two of us as I stand with my chin resting over her back. As I step toward the ultimate position for mounting the head stays on her back as my body pivits.
The scents of her female juices fills my nostrils as the lust builds to a creshendo. A jump of forelegs brings me to be atop her glorious rump. I stand high above my kingdom now, the stallion and king.