Marcia Caldwell stood the entire night looking about the stable. The sounds of ponies and three big horses rustling about kept her on high alert. In the stall she was tied into her rump stood out in the isle. Per chance some stallion pony of one of the Percherons came over she wasn't willing to give her body for their lusts.
The smells of urine, manure, hay, straw and assorted grains made a blending scent which over time was very comforting. As she stood thinking about the stable it wasn't long before she stopped, and listened to herself. Her words had changed from reasons to leave, to reasons to stay. Indeed she had turned the corner and was quickly beginning to find great joy as a mare.
Thinking about asking to stay on and to hell with her human body a little friend came to call. Mollyanne had a foal nursing this last two months. A cute roan filly she was always wandering the stable loose. Marcia, deep in thought was suddenly brought back to her animal world. Beckyanne began to suckle at Marcia's teats. Never had anyone ever touched her breasts and now with teats and a mare's udder she was being accosted by a foal.
A harsh whinnie made the others snap to attention but the foal sucked away. Mollyanne' called to her foal and like a good little girl she pranced back to home and momma.
A glint of Sunlight meant that just six hour till she could be herself again. The hope was one she wished so much for but was finding her pony mare body a friendly place as well.