Marcia walked about trying not to think about the ritual passions which happens as a mare is in estrus. An occasional look toward the far end of the pasture gave a calm feeling the Chuck was far away. Yet her mare's body lusted for the attentions only the stud could fulfill. As the battle raged in her wits, both moral and nonmoral thinking was happening.
Feeling a need to satisfy her passion she reached down to nibble the grass wet with dew. As a nibble led to another and the patterns learned inside the mare' mind she began to graze as any mare might. As animals have a one track mind and are not capeable of multi-tasking or in normal language, doing two thinks to once! The grazing pattern overtook all sense and time passed as her belly filled.
The cresting of an early morning sunrise at last broke the pattern. A glint of the Sun's rays touched her eyes and the pony head raised quickly to attention. As she looked about the inbred need as a herd animal had taken over during the night. To her right was on big Dun colored stallion, grazing away but having his cock half ready for action.
Marcia realized the danger standing a few feet away. AS she turned to walk back to the barn her fieldmate stopped his graze and followed like a little lamb. It was when Marcia got very close to the corral she stopped in her tracks, ears alert, head held high, and a nervous feeling.
All at once she heard Chuck wickker softly as his muzzel pushed aside her thick pony's tail. Her whole body went rigid, some from fear, some from delight. His hot breath could be felt over that moist vulva and down her hairy buttocks. A part of her wanted the attentions, as another part thought to give a harsh hind kick to drive the suitor away.
Marcia wanted to scream! Her will to be human was in conflict with the animal passion for relief. Her juices began to work even harder as she had a shivering chill. This only instilled the stallion to whinnie over his coming conquest when to her surprise she let flow a stream of hot mare urine. The grazing on dew wet grass had filled the bladder over past hours. Unknown to Marcia, this was a prime signal to have the stallion mount, as if she was willing!
Chuck reared up with true intent of conquest, a screaming whinnie of primal ownership, his pony cock straight out in erection. It was then a yell from the rear porch of the dwelling, Mrs. Ranskin. "Marcia , No don't let him cover you!"
As chuck would have fallen into his favotie position the mare bolted out into the pasture.