This choice: Giving in and giving up, mares are pretty... • Go Back...Chapter #5Giving in and giving up, mares are pretty... by: Unknown "Ah, neigh...," Alan whinnied, as all senses within him rushed toward the inspiring thought of him being then a stallion, as is an animal, and capable to mate. He approached the mares, even as something there spurred his mind to accept, give in, as forget his religious teachings.
Indeed, there was a mental struggle beginning, as the new equine portion of Alan sought gratification from the scents coming off the rumps of each mare. He stared at what even a day before then he would have discarded such a thought as disgusting; was suddenly then a dire wish to feel and know what stallion could from mounting a mare.
"Oh no, please from Heaven help me stay away, keep my distance,not give in to lust and what is of evil," the true Alan thought to argue with his animal self.
"Ignore what you have learned, as do what a pony stallion, leap aboard, mount any of the three, they know you are here, they feel the urge, do as you know you want it," so argued the stallion in him, marching the pony legs to bring the sniffing muzzle closer to the preferred target. As Alan came close to the pony mare at the far right side of all the other mares, she lifted high and to her left side her hairy tail, as her black vulva lips continued their winking actions.
Alan came up close to the perfectly rounded, muscular mare buttocks, his mental wish was to give a hearty sniff of the wet lips acting toward him as highly inviting.
"SNIFF - Sniff," and the senses bothering Alan went wild with thoughts of stallion passion, and worse, the evil desire to forget what he knew was wholly ungodly.
A strange sort of unfurl sort of sensation began playing at Alan, he knew the sensation as coming from his loins, his sheath. He knew what was happening as wrong, but the slow crinkling of penal skin brought on such an urge, that Alan wanted bad to realize what it felt to mount, mate, thrust, and be as male as had his father with his mother. What he so wanted was growing longer, stiffening, becoming engorged. Although Alan by then was too far into gawking at his desired mate, his equine cock bloated larger, spreading the head of his black cock to resemble the bell of a trumpet.
Winking wet lips with such a savoring scent worked to allure a new stallion toward his becoming a herd sire!
Sniffing brought then the instinctive urged idea that Alan should give a broad tongue lick at and up, over the glistening wet lips of lusty mare sex.
"Aw yuck," Alan groaned mentally, as his tongue retracting, went back inside his muzzle.
Huffing his breathing, Alan let go a snort as his front legs leaped him aboard the horny mare.
"GOOD - GOOD, NOW DO AS YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO DO," said the old woman, as Alan swung his pony head to cast a look back at her, seeing she was watching. Right then, Alan knew what he was about to do would by the evil powers of the crone witch doom him, damning him, forcing the future to accept Alan as being a pony stallion, permanently.
The mare then whinnied to her stallion, returning Alan to thinking about his having become an animal, a stallion, equine-like endowed, was prepared to let jab and sink away his might male member inside a horny mare.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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