Hi Mom,
I was surprised and thrilled to hear of your coming. Is Dad coming too? Miss Jane came to me and after being kept for two days away from the mares my rational sense returned. I can't tell you what it's like now that I'm a pony stallion, but it's wonderful!
When I'm pastured with my many mares we graze and play about. Yet as time and those animal instincts work their ways my mind clouds and only stallion thoughts prevail. It takes a good two days cooped up in my stabled stall before I can think and make my thoughts known in human terms.
Now Miss Jane tells me of your talk with the Professor. This thought of you here as a Brod mare makes me uneasy. I don't want to be mated to my Mother! In human ways this is all wrong, but in pony manor it is very acceptable. Please think long and hard about this, as I know now I could never return to being human.
I went to college with the thought of making a difference in thee world around me. My greed for making fast money lead me into the grasp of Professor Haun. Since then my life has become one of daily rituals. I wake, shake all over, get a drink, munch a breakfast of pasture grass or if in my stall green hay and a steel bucket filled with mixed grains. I drinks on occasion, long gulps of water. Then tummy filled I'll stand stretched out body long in length and take one long huge pee.
The scent of my urine is like a pony universal call to work. I begin to think rank thoughts of sexual conquest as the mares near by whiny for their sensual pleasures to me. It is then when my day begins, the stable steward will groom me and wash my big penis. Once all tidy I'm lead prancing out to be viewed my this day's mare owners. When approved by all of my trim form and refined conformation I'm lead to meet the mares.
When I was first here the pleasured delight of mounting a mare became a ritual of over and hour. Once mounted and inside the mare I played and toyed enjoying the wondrous feel. Now I'm readied and true as a stud. My mounting time is measured in minutes. I mount, poke, and thrust into the mare quickly. Several pelvis thrusts and the rush of semen jolts out the end of my black penis. As then done I step back and drag the still half erect cock from the mare, they jump at this.
I walk away with air cooling the raged hard on' as semen and mare juices dry they crackle and fall off when it is pulled back into my sheath. A Shivery of bestial conquest rolls through by body as the dried crusting from my encounter with the mare falls away, I can't say enough of this feeling!
Then back to the stable and get cleaned up for my next mare and her owner's viewing. So it goes the life of a pony stallion working at stud. Do I make a difference here, I wonder? If offered again and knowing my lifestyle would I give up being human, this too I wonder?
Please Mom think long and hard, I'd love to see you again, to hear your voice, to introduce you to Marge, Annie, and Lilly my special friends. Yet if you come as a mare then expect to get treated as a mare. I'm now often rough in my play, kicking, pawing, and on occasion doing injury to unwilling mare. My rational thoughts vaporize when in the pasture, there I'm a Dartmoor stallion with his herd, nothing more!
Please take care, I still love my Mom!
Writings from Daniel - Miss Jane Pennyford