Panic, wild lusting passion making the real me feel panic! I was humped over a mare, my maleness buried up to the tender folds of my sheath in her warm body.
Heavy breathing I stand huffing feeling the strain of standing in an less than natural way even for a stallion. I want to carress her sides but stiff forelegs just hang over her and help me position my bulk.
The dear mare has her head lowered in true acceptance of her stallion. her hind legs spread to better hold my weight and offer insertion of that huge male pony organ. I feel muscle tones which grip as I thrust holding me inside her body yet allowing the pull back and renewed thrust of mutual pleasures.
I casually think back to where my clothes were buried, the jar of ointment and then my car standing along the country road. A quick look down at the beauty under me and all humanity turns to smoke and a simple breeze wafts it away.
A minute, maybe two or three but suddenly the load of my semen roars out the end of that monster cock and the urge to stay mounted wanes. The beauty below is satisfied, she lifts her head looking back at me. She struggles to walk forward as I want to stay up top. Yet she wins and as her body walks from under me I slide back.
As the flared end on that huge cock is yanked from her tight confines of that warm and moist hole I hear the sound of a pop. Down I fall to stiff front legs and stand with erect cock swaying in the breeze.
Brrr, cold the chill of one real world chills the heater cock which hangs erect but soft covered and dripping her juices. The other mares watch but none approach.
Slowly I plod out of the corral and wander without any true aim into the green and well grazed pasture. Lowering my head I nibble here and there walking without any other purpose except some anxious desire to be thrusted into a mare again.
The warm sunlight heats my dark hide and it lulls me into a deeper content feeling to remain as this beast. As fortune would have it I find myself sniffing a loose pile of dirt only to scream in my thoughts an alert, my clothes and the ointment!
I stand guard that place till the orange colored sun goes behind the distant hill. As night comes the mares wander toward the barn and it's safety plus comforts. Yet I stand as a lone stallion in the field, too proud of what I am to speak or even whinny.
A long night of self thought brings on the light of day and a nervous sight of mares walking into the pasture again. I know in my mind I must keep up wind or be driven by instincts to mount mate and join the equine world forever!
The sun sliding down past the far hill sees me with head hung over the fence, my nostrills windward away from the nagging nibbles of horny mares wishing me to mate. A true day in sensual hell as cock hangs willingly but stallion body is controlled by the mind wanting to be free of animal life.
My third day is another day of keeping my distance from the mares least by mounting one I stand another two days as a stallion. I can be assured that if I let my guard down and give in I'd mount the entire herd in one fun day. Seventeen mares in total and thirtyfour days as a rude stallion would make me total animal, something at the moment I did not wish.
Night, and I felt my body begin to soften as the spell was broken. Laying curled up by the pile of clothing and that ointment jar I slept in wonderous contentment knowing that by morning I could drive home.
The twinkle of daylight touched my eyelids as one and then another popped open to view this coming day. A stretch of legs and arms I feel as if I'd slept there for a week. Slowly the feelings of humanity comes back and my eyes see pink skin again. As I reach to scratch my head the true cold fact comes into view, hoofs and pony shoes!
I stare at what was once hands and see black hoofs with those iron forged shoes nailed into them. A quick look back sees the same as toes are a hoof and they too have iron shoes. A quick inventory finds me as yet human but having four hoofs as yet.
As wild scramble to dig up clothes and jar then climb the fence. I remember the difficulty climbing it with hands but hooves are real trouble for balance.
My car was a worse problem as hoofs make it tough to hold keys in the lock. Then I cry of real fear as the problen to putting the key into the ignition is almost impossible with hoofs. I'm at my wits end when coming down the road is the plain looking girl, Mister Yoder's daughter walking her way to school.
As she walks by her eyes give me an odd look and then she stops. I'm scared to death of what was next to happen. She walked to the car door and opened it up. A smile and a fresh good morning was her only words. A soft and pretty pink hand reached into the car as fingers and thumb rubber my still furry ear.
She looked and saw my feet and missing hands. Another smile as her hand reached inside turning the key and starting the engine. I remember it so well as she said, "Come back again we all love your here!"
The car door closed and soon I was driving like a mad man to town, to the Ointment Shop and a dozen questions for the proprietor.