Just turned eighteen and wham, the parents sell our nice house in small town suburbia and decide they want to move where, some thirty miles out into the sticks. Overnight I was cut off from friends and moved to a large stately old home, it set high on a hill, away from busy highways and along a gravel road. A home with a view dad said, he delighted as was mom with their choice of where to live until they could retire.

This left a young person alone much of the time, graduated high school it remained then a bigger job my mowing the lawn and waiting for either of the folks to come home so to barrow a car and do something. Time in the hands of one still young, what to do, no cable service that far from civilization and dad set against having wireless Internet or other than old antenna television stations. It did not take long to get sick of watching old reruns of sitcoms and I love Lucy.

There, stuck in a crow’s nest high up on a hill, overlooking open fields and countryside farms. A teenager bored to death, as one might expect, even with what came along as hobbies had time to enjoy them but they began to bore me, so dull and dreary a life until one day when I met Rick.

A hot summer afternoon as with nothing to do, I thought to try hiking about the hilly country to what lay off to the East of our new homestead. Countryside there, some yet, untouched by urban sprawl or even plowed, it lay out before me as it had for the centuries past. The only difference was an occasional fence line and those were easy to jump. As with crossing just such a fence and standing in a pastoral scene, as from atop a rocky rise came then a shrill whinny. There with the sun to his rear stood a small horse, he but a dark silhouette. At first, a little fearful of him, a city boy stood stiffly there watching as this pony animal came prancing ever closer, it happy to see someone new.

The closer he came the less was the idea of turning and running for and jump the fence to stay away from the animal. He came closer the strangest feeling washed over me, as if he held an aura of trust suggesting this pony was as a friend. When he stood very near we exchanged greetings, me a shaky voice said a hello, and he with his whinny, he approached closer and with his head, he pressed his face in my chest as if an act of wanting for a friend.

Seeing him that close his mass of stout muscle made me think of him as a brute of strength, he had not an ounce of fat on him, the picture of health for a pony. Pony, a small horse to a city kid, but his head height and my face were about equal, what breed was he or even then his gender did not matter, this pony was alone and like me wanted to be with somebody.

Although very stout of muscle, he as a pony and with petting him, he showed soon shared with me what he a stallion had as his heritage. Excited, delighted, he felt aroused, something I never knew of or even cared to wonder until then. Just seeing it as I petted him, he let it fall, the thing gaining in length and size, compared to a human this fellow was a giant where it counts.

Dropping down to kneel and gain better appreciation of what there hung and he began some equine ritual of belly bouncing his mighty shaft. “What libido,” I said aloud, the pony turned his head as if hearing this and understanding it too, he stopped his raising of it and then letting it fall, swaying, swinging, bumping at his hocks before he might lift it again to a bump.

A city boy as suddenly given an added new lesson dealing with the birds and bees; something that with other visits the sight of and paying attention to it was mostly ignored. That first afternoon we played tag, doing simple games, the pony liked it and would come back acting affectionate for the camaraderie. After frolicking and a rowdy game of tag, felt tired so I laid down on the green pasture grass to let the breeze cool me, and the sun sooth me into a light sleep. A nudge from the pony and he too did as had I, he coming to lay with his broad back next to my shoulder, just touching lightly, he felt me and I him as if giving some sort of mutual comfort. It was as he was alone and so was I, he wanted company and even a human would do the trick.

Later, we played some more until I took note of the setting sun, this meant I was late for supper, and away without leaving a note as to where I went or for how long before coming home. In essence, it meant time had flown and this kid was due for some trouble with worried parents.

Friend pony said nothing as he watched his playmate run off, leap the pasture fence and do a cross-country run toward home. Arriving home there was much not to say and a father concerned over what he said we lived in the wilds and one needs be alert. “Alert,” I might have argued, that living in the city if not alert there, one might become sandwich meat between to yellow cabs.

Chores galore became the orders for the next couple of days, making want to return to the pasture and the friendly pony seems ever so an urgent need. I worked at what my Father said needed attention, doing that usual fine workmanship, as Uncle Bob said so often, “A Job worth doing is worthy doing it well!” With thoughts on the pony friend I worked well and completed the tasks in record time, this done I planned to see him the next day.

With morning, I was out the house after breakfast of course. Out into the countryside I hiked. Up to that hilly pasture but not a pony did I see! I milled about for an hour or so and then decided to walk the fence line to wherever it went. As this kid walked along the thoughts began of wondering about such a pony, he a stallion and so playful in many ways. He acted as if knowing the game of tag, his zigzag movements when running likened to someone playing football.

That high pitch of his whinny help to note as set there in the valley between two large hills set a small red brick house, a red brick barn and three corrals each having some ponies milling or standing about. I saw him, off to one side and alone in the smallest of the corrals. Urgent of want to be near him, I began to run toward this new friend. He saw me coming, began then to act as if excited for seeing me, but coming closer he looked more as if upset that I came.

Then I heard a man call a name, "Rick," he yelled, doing so loudly, as the worried and friendly pony turned causally, he walked into the barn and was gone from my sight. I was a little scared at meeting the owner and maybe told then to stay away. I walked to the gate leading from pasture to paddock. Then as I got closer to the barn, the pony mares began to take note of me, coming to greet the visitor, all except for one, she remained to herself in her own corral. I called a friendly hello. A returned hello came back and the offer to enter his barn made me feel calm again.

Inside I met a short little man, strong he looked as with two hands lifted a hay bale up and carried it over to a table. He talked soft and seemed so very nice as though I saw the pony in a box stall and he, Rick was dancing about acting rather nervous.

New to farming in every way, I watched the man work and listened to his speech about ponies in general. Over the space of two hours, I got an ear full of information about ponies, horses, and mules. He spoke of things that this city kid never imagined were out in the world at all! It was not long before with pitchfork in hand he had me helping clean stalls, fill pales with grain, and learn to split the bale of hay into sections for the ponies to eat.

Then being foolish and at ease, I asked why the one pony was inside the stall and not out in the pasture? The man changed quickly his friendly expression, face darkened, he stood and starred at me, and then spoke. "Boy, understand me well that pony there is mostly wild and unbroken. I keep him for one reason and for one reason only he remains alive, and that is to mate with the mares when they come into season!" He scaring me some, I felt embarrassed too and had the thought to leave and return home.

"Now heed me well boy as that animal is a peck of trouble, and you would be wise to steer clear of him, understand me Boy?" The man harped on me once more, but with a winked eye from the pony, our friendship became as our secret. The pony then snorted harshly, he spun and turned, he reached out his stall, flipped the latch and ramming open the door to his stall; he took off at a gallop. He jumping cleared the barnyard fence and with his tail held high, he ran off into the wide pasture.

It was not long after that I bid the man a good day and headed out the barn and up the pasture toward home. Dusty, dirty of mucking out stalls I wandered toward home it was as I topped the ridge of that biggest hill I saw something ahead. Very odd, the memory of dad warning to be alert out in the wild came to roost. Acting like to a soldier in wartime, I ran for the bushes and jumped the fence line to work my way closer, nearer to the thing or animal standing tall in a grove of bushes at the far end of the pasture. I spread the branches to see and gasp at the sight! There standing uprightly and with a foreleg and hoof bracing him up by using a tree branch, stood pony Rick. It was a stunned gasp that alerted him of me, and when he turned, I saw her, she standing in front of him, her hands caressing his erection of that mighty shaft. Dooley stunned, suddenly all the lights went out and I fell with a thud.

"Please wake up, Kid, Kid, please wake up," said an odd sounding voice as my head cleared and light shone into my eyes once again.

I looked up at my pony friend and kneeling beside him was this woman, she who he had allowed of her to feel of his…, cock! They were what had terrified me moments before, but then it was Rick that was speaking, his lips moving and mouth working, he spoke in near perfect English, seemingly worried about his young friend.

The pony stood there as I remembered him except for his face. However, seeing his face as still covered in pony hair, it had somewhat then the face of a human, except maybe his nose. He snorted as if satisfied that I was looking at him and now awake, it was then he spoke again.

"Sorry Kid, I must look quite the sight like this," he said as his head turned and looking backwards along the length of his pony body did eye toward she.

"What are you," I asked him.

"Well to be quite honest I am what was a man, and is most of the time as a Welsh pony and a stallion, my name is Rick," he said as I just sat up but still seated on the ground looking him in the face.

"You, you are an animal, and she, who is she? Oh but this is wrong, something here is really kinky and wrong, I am sorry, please do not hurt me!" I said, quite then scared a normally mature acting teenager, acting then like a scare wimp of a kid.

He chuckled, then spoke again, "Do not worry Kid I am akin to the fact my days as a man are over. That old' man Markel lets me run loose sometimes, he does not know about Robin here, she like he they are witches. They both know enough about spell casting that he has made of the human me to become like this, as this is now as the real me. Life is quite different being as a pony animal, if but offering more freedoms, it adds on difficulties, as for me it is tough to grope the grass with lips while trying to learn the art of grazing. On our occasions, Robin comes, she can return me to be partially again human, enough for us to kiss and make love. Given time, and Robin admits it, that with the continued mating times with mares, the ability of her to change me partially back to being human shall cease. Then she needs finding someone new as will I have then mares to keep me from going horny and nuts.

Robin comes to me and she demeans some of the spell holding me as being a pony, I can then stand upright, talk as we are now, and more, Robin wants of me to give her some of what I do for the mares. I too like to hear her moaning, something the mares never do, and when our coupling is finished, she moans on when the flood of my semen seeps out from her hot body.

Now as I think back to that first meeting, working a long day for Mr. Markel at his barn.

Back then, like now I was as someone lonely for companionship, a lone man of the road working here and there but never staying in any place for a long time. He found me standing on a corner holding a sign asking for work and payment just room and board. It was then we met and I gladly accepted work from Mr. Markel. I had worked here for about a month gathering new strength of body from good meals and a warm place to sleep, when one dark moonless night Markel came out to meet me before retiring to bed.

Markel offered a job that would last for many seasons of employment if I would promise to keep his secret. The listening to this man was as if he were making his last confession before death. He told of his family history, of a Grandmother and her evil ways. She unlike the world might believe she was in fact a witch of great powers. She had left her spell book and wealth to his father, a Mr. Markel senior; he made use of her book and over time gained in wisdom of how to use it best and deriving from it power and riches.

The sudden death of he who was the father to our present Mr. Markel made him become the newest owner of the book. He, along with other witches in the regional coven met and being the only male warlock, Mr. Markel gain greater understanding, he became highly competent at handling the spell book.

He too had a son, not smart but often quite bold, foolish was the youth as he found the spell book and on a lark used one of the spells for a bit of personal lurid fun. His spell casting backfired, making of his body as if he were born a horse, he being then as a draft animal. Alive and alert he knew his past and presence of self; he became a large dappled gray Percheron stallion. Easily aroused like most young stallions, when offered he could mate with mares equal his size, he found the practice as something he liked, wanting it often and did it more times with a mare than considered necessary.

The use of that one spell made him disappear, leaving no trace of him, his parents were worried when Mr. Markel discovered the spell book lying open, it marked with penciled in answers to open questions, saw the markings of his son written into blanks binding the spell.

The then Mrs. Mona Markel became more than upset, she not finding her son anywhere, demanded of her husband to know then what really happened; so angry, she tried to murder him for his taking part in witchcraft. Markel and his wife fought, she lost when he knowing of many types of spells decided their marriage was then over, he divorcing her in his own way. A spell cast in haste caused her to be paralyzed, unable to fight, run away, or ask forgiveness, he added a second codicil to the spell, and changed her into what all their at the farm knew as the feisty pony mare named Mona.

By pure luck and chance, he met his son when both were at the county fair. Mr. Markel with then his newest reformed pony stallion meant for stud use, and felt then the personal aura put off by his son, he then there for the same reason, but in his new form, a Percheron draft horse stallion offered as a stud to breed.

The son knew he who was his father, and father then conversed with his son. Both seemed to like better the other, one the owner of the spell book and the son a foolish user caught by it from not knowing how to cast a proper spell.

The son, Alan by his human name, after he became such a huge horse, he acted different then, friendly to even an angered father, as if he needed to be nice or he might go to somewhere not so nice.

Then sounding choked up, foolish in addition, after having heard this entire story, I began laughing and made sport of Markel as well of his son, if he really ever had one. I did not know that Markel and his wife fought, she he made of her a pony mare to shut her up. She had since then become that feisty mare set off in her own corral lest she would fight with the other ponies. That the mare there at the farm named as Mona, was his wife, the mother of his son, and she who wished he were dead.

It seemed more like a bad bedtime story, so with further scoffing of the man, I told him he was a crazy old man and that I was then leaving there, getting out before he went plum nuts!

Markel ran straight to the main house. As I stood there still laughing by the small cottage door of the hired man quarters, saw next the red orange glow flickering inside the main house. At first, I thought it was on fire but the brightness increased but all flickering stopped. Scared of what might happen if it were true, I went to collect my things and was half down the driveway when Markel ran and we met. He ordered me to stand still! Next, he ordered my return to the barn. Difficult as all Hell, but with feeling his power and knowing he would use it, thought to let him know then what I felt, thought, and wished to say if I could; I held up a fist and one finger, as if in a lost try to fight for my freedom.

I felt as if on fire, and screamed of terror, as the held up fist seemed to meld into a black hoof, doing it in just seconds. My bag dropped to the ground, unable to grasp it with changing hands, just stood there as Markel finished a spell binding curse. Burned into my memory the words said by Markel. All as if a rehearsed minute-by-minute enactment, the play by blow not needed to tell, but he changed me to what you see is as the real me now.

Markel angry with me, and hearing she who was once his wife giving then her two-cents in worth with some shrill sounding whinnies, he became angrier. He told of how his dear son was mentally digressing, and in time, there would be nothing to return him back to being human, unless the Devil provided him a way.

The man owning young Alan that draft horse of a son, would not sell his strong plow horse to Markel, and became in his way as disenchanted with the beauty of the horse. Mr. Markel heard how the present owner began to mistreat Alan, not in the know that the stallion was not just a normal animal. I suspected that someday Markel would use me as a trade with the devil to get back the lost and transformed son.

Things happen in ways that are of purpose, and since I became for the farm as a prime stud breeder, doing what to a pony stallion is as instinctive a desire, my own soul was wavering as to who really owned it.”

After listening to his long story, I was then setting on the cold ground, knees locked tight to my chest and hanging on every word the pony Rick had to say. I asked him then if he was really accepting his new self as becoming a pony for that man. He told of his tough life and that being a pony and as with being a stallion did not make much difference to him. He saw it as being retired from humanity and with benefits; he would never have had during his manly days on earth.

I remember stuttering and asked a direct question as only an eighteen-year-old might. "You like to have brutal sex..., with those female animals down there, or with her?" I asked of him in a shaky voice of disbelief.

He laughed and turned around as then walking in a circle came to look me in the face. Nose to changing muzzle, he eyed me with his dark orbs and said, "If you ain't tried it do not knock me for learning to have enjoyed it! This is what life as a stallion is all about, the one reason to keep a male stud pony on a farm if not for using his strength is to use his gender; and that is not all bad of a way to live."

Robin there then said, “Brutal he is not, he is quite gentle, or is with me, we enjoy our weekly romps, me especially, he fills me in ways my husbands never could, or will again!” To this they both laughed, Rick saying then to me, ”She picked men who acting crude thought little of a woman and her needs or likes, so she made good use of them too, each one took his turn given then what they seemed to like, she made bulls of them all.”

It seemed as if he dared me to join him by somehow becoming a pony too, to be as a stud male breeder and learn to stir my passion with those mares in the Markel Farm corrals; I sat there mouth opened as the pony Rick and Robin both started to laugh.

Rick had until then acted so friendly, easy going and of interest in me that I should not get into trouble with Mr. Markel. Seemingly from having his female friend there be became a complete about face in his attitude toward me and of they who were as his mares.

"Hey Kid, you saw it, I got one hell of a big dic, no I should say it is a cock now! People have dic's and horses have cocks, so I am almost a small horse in size and I have one damn big cock! You being what I was, human, just do not know the feelings one can enjoy being a fuzzy pony like the one I have become! You are frail of form as my body is very strong of muscles, bone, and most of all sensuality," said Rick as I listened on. Rick continued to talk well past sundown and it was night before this dumb kid remembered he belonged to the human world.

Before I started a run toward home, Robin intervened, she demanding of me swearing to her an oath to never to tell Mr. Markel about her and what she would do for and with Rick. A promise sworn to her, she having said it and made me repeated it all in Latin, or so I think it was that ancient language of long lost religions, she then turned me loose; me begging to Rick that we would again meet; and then I ran for home.

When I reached home one heck of a yelling contest happened. Mom and Dad both were angered by me not coming home at a reasonable hour, missing supper, no note where I went and what was I doing all this time? I agreed with all of it that I had so enjoyed being outside in the fresh air and open countryside I had lost track of time. It was true, well somewhat true as there was no way I could explain about Markel, his son the stallion or even meeting Rick and of Robin.

The next morning at breakfast I was warned to leave a note where, and when I would be back, but do not miss supper. A TV dinner was to be my supper as both Mom and Dad were going to a special dinner held once a year for employees of where dad worked. This meant to me a chance, one entire day and/or until late at night to be with Rick, we could talk over his thoughts and my deep new desires.

The parents in their car were not out the driveway before I lit out the back door and headed for the pastured fence. Running with the desire to learn more of pony lifestyle and to see what Rick had and might show of that wondrously massive pony cock.

Jumped the fence in one long stride and then I stood looking for Rick.

"Nice jump!" Rick gave a yell he there with her again, able to talk and liking how she held him as her captive lover.

I turned around and saw Rick standing just past the thick underbrush he loved to hide within now in the open pasture. A jogging run to join my friend soon had me sitting and listening to Rick as if I was under his spell.

He told me of Markel grumblings over my visit and that unless I showed him the respect he was due, I would find myself either a pony mare or some other animal about his small farm. I was warned as then Rick began to laugh, "Be on your toes, I am on my toes now hoofs and unless your careful about what you tell him you might be on hoofs soon too," warned Rick.

Warning that it was, I held a deep desire to actually be on my toes or hoofs if just to try and enjoy owning a cock the equal to that the size of hung on Rick. I think he saw me staring at his sheath, of having perverse thoughts and of trying to change the subject less this silly youthful kid get even stupider' in his ideas.

He was himself then with Robin there to coax him to frolic with her. We both played the day away or did, until he heard the clanging dinner bell and without a thought of consideration to me, did run toward the barn and me following him. Once inside the barn I saw him in a stall, half of his tasty grain eaten. Rick stopped and looking at me said, "Get home Kid before the old man finds you here!"

It was then I turned around and was face to face with Mr. Markel. He grabbed my right ear and dug his dirty fingernails into my flesh. He looked at Rick and then at me, "Told you of his self, knowing a little too much for what is good for ya, aye Kid! Well I have wondered what brought you over the far hill, and I am prepared for cute kids like you!"

Markel dragged me over to one box stall and wrestled me to be face down in the straw. Then with his heavy knee dug into the back of my neck, he began to fumble with something. I saw just a short glitter of what he had as it passed by my eyes and slipped then over my face.

"I Markel, grandson and son of they who knew thee long before and were helped by thee and thine, come to me, Ned, Ned, Ned, I call on thee for the sake of my one and only son, give him back to me, take this foolish kid in his place, oh Ned, Ned, Ned!” Markel said, he chanting his works as if to try to make them rhyme, his voice growing louder but saying it in a clear voice.

A bright light flashed, I felt as if my brain was on fire! Then a chill touched me and I shook all over. My head felt heavier as then my neck began to pop and snap like embers in a fire. I could not breathe yet my chest felt as if it were barreling out, pushing me up for being face down in the straw.

It was then I heard an echoing of my voice as I screamed from a rush of pain, moaning about then having leg cramps, the pain made me think of what our preacher so vividly described what would happen in Hell. Just as suddenly my legs felt stiff and very heavy, a sense of dread began, becoming as something awful. Strange the sudden realm of sensations that flushed over my body and into a mind filled with wonder. A shiver ran down my neck, spine, and shivered its way out my legs. Slowly I felt it cover me over, as if a wave of changes were in minutes making me feel as I thought would be neat and delightful, me maybe to become a pony!

"My son, my son your again here with me, oh my son!" said Markel as I lifted what was as my head and looked into the blurry eyes of someone else inside a body looking exactly like it were mine. He turned to smile at Rick and then to the stall across from there and to the one I was inside. Markel stood brushing off the straws of hay from off a young human boy. The kid smiled and then tried to stand, but then tried to fall back down on all fours. Markel struggled to make him stand up, to do as a boy should. He then turned to look at me; he thanked me and told me I would be well cared for in my new life. A rein clipped to the silver halter made of me to adhere willingly to what I became, as made me to walk behind him out the barn and placed in a paddock all alone.

My head was filled with cotton or so I thought it was, not until Rick called to me from the barn, as to say he was sorry, and asking if did I realized what I was?

The spell holding the son Alan that he worked on himself some years back, had transferred by a silver stranded halter that Markel had fitted then over the head of what the devil told was an unspoiled body of a young man.

Mr. Markel had his son back, but I was suddenly transformed or transferred, to become then as not a Percheron stallion, but as a Haflinger draft pony. There I stood, feeling ever so much the hearty and healthy a young stud. I was there through a spell binding me to replace the spellbound son as a horse, he back from being in a world of horses. He had my human eighteen-year-old body, and left me standing in a mental fog, trying to realize the thrill I might have known from being then a horse, stallion and more.

I looked over to Rick, seeing how short he was in comparison to what was then the new me. Words filled my head as to the wondrous feelings this kid was suddenly enjoying. Try as I might nothing came out but a whinny!

Again, and again I tried but it was no use, I was a real pony too and knowing it, wanted desperately to begin this what was as my new lifestyle.

"Kid you got to get that silver halter off before morning! Markel will be back and if he has you placed in the corral with Mona, she being in season, well, you will then be a stallion pony permanently," said Rick, his then voice gone but replaced by casting of mental thoughts coming to me as if through the air and an antenna like our sad television at home.

His words bothered me some, but as I thought of Mona, looking over to see her as a mare in heat, did remember the sight of a Internet You-tube video showing two horses together, it offered up some rather lurid ideas about then being and of enjoying life as a stud.

An hour or two slipped by and then Markel came out of the house smiling a big grin. He finished bedding down all the ponies, goats, and two cows before coming to me. "I care not whether you know that my son is home and you will take his place being as a heft pony and a stallion! It is strange that Ned has chosen you to be so different, as if willing to be the exchange for my boy, but a Pony you be just the same.

Oh well, I thought of you as a pest, but Ned showed me how best to use you for my own desires. Therefore, you are one of my ponies, you I shall keep as being a stallion and for me and my needs here, as a prize stud! You shall go into the corral tomorrow and mate with Mona; she is in heat and needs breeding. This is your only manner of work here, that being to mate with mares, mine here and of others brought to you for your services.

So relax Kid and find a life of ease and good care while my son and I learn to live together as father and son," said Markel, all this as what Rick said Mr. Markel would do in time.

Now I knew this was going to be my life, a simple time as a male animal doing what its supposed to do, me having an even bigger a cock than did friend Rick, wow! I looked to Rick as then to the other ponies, seeing how some of the mares there stood straining to get a better look back toward me.

"Hey kid, you would be better to forget those mares, hell some of them were girls before they got changed into mares! Mona is the worst of the lot, she does not like being a mare, was a troublemaker as his wife and still is, she has ways; her vagina grips a cock like a vise and she can make moves, rank they will drive a stallion mad! Try Kid, try to remove the silver halter or by noon tomorrow we will be a pair stallions, living and working together." said Rick.

“What,” a thought struck just as sudden as does lightning, this was me, I was a pony then, as if born to being it and no place to go but to be a pony. My body was as if someone else, and the parents, their son had vanished, but would he? Mr. Markel failed to consider my parents, they know what their son looks like, and when the pictures hit the news, Mr. Markel will look like a kidnapper. It was almost funny, but no matter, as what he did make of me, we each in our own way was then the life replacement for what were two foolish sons.

I think mister Markel heard Rick and his words as well as I did, because he came straight from his house and walked out to me in the paddock. A new halter made of leather he had with him, a rein clipped to it, once donned over my head he walked me into the corral to literally join with Mona.

Now from what little Rick had told me of her, she was mean. Mister Markel made sure his rude wife would not bother him again, he making a mare out of her, and for me she was ripe for to mate. Once then inside her corral the heady scent of her body told my equine mind what she wanted; and what inside me came the answer as much what I had a want. Almost the instant I got within ten feet of her, she lifted a tail high offering me a stallion clear view of juiced lips of her equine sex. Her scent was driving me insane with beastly lust, I had to mount her, had to!

She stood there near to the corral fence, her rump was toward me and I jumped onto her back, my cock so stiff I thought it was going to burst. Inching my way across her glorious rump the cock was out strait and dragged across her hairy buttocks. The sensation of it drove so mad with sexual rage I screamed a whinny that scared even Mister Markel who was stand nearby. Rick was screaming for me to stop, but the scent was now locked in my head and it told me just what needed to be done.

One, two, then it was three failed tries but with the forth and the flared cock-head pressed her juicy lips apart and it slid inside of her. Bending it went in and down, that my pony stallion big shaft moved deeper along her hot tunnel. Exceedingly warm body fluids coated it, as feeling this, as my first true mating, soon felt me so deep that the soft folds of my pony stallion sheath pressed hard against her winking lips of mare sexuality.

She squeezed me tight, taking her grip with vaginal muscles onto my rigid shaft of male equine stallion-hood. It was as Rick said; she had an ability to tighten down like a vise. Now I was there on top of this one time woman, she then a sexual minded mare in the throws of equine heat. She began to milk my cock as if moving her butt was not enough to drive me wild, her vagina muscles rippled across my shaft, as then too, I began the male ritual of thrusting in and pulling back.

Crazy desires had turned to wild animal lust and with all this my thoughts of remaining a stallion were becoming more my wish for reality. We went on for almost half an hour as Mr. Markel applauded; he delighted with my technique, as if by my added big girth of that Haflinger pony shaft I had quelled Mona into her learning to like being a mare. He stood there telling me and urging me, he said, “Stay with her big boy!”

Later, a good hour after Mona broke her hold on me and I stepped away to try to regain some sense of composure, Mister Markel led me into the barn. He leaving me standing there across from Rick, as he talked, and tried hard to listen, having then such new feelings in my body was feeling too damn good.

A strong wooden post held the hinges of my box stall door. I rubbed and worked my hairy face all over the thing, but it was smooth as silk. At last frustrated to no end with working my face up and down, this stallion stud me, reared up and screamed a whinnied. My thoughts of liking to be and remain a pony stallion had begun to fade. The suggestion by Rick of my removing the head halter and somehow regaining my human form seemed a better idea the more I began knowing what being a pony was like.

Then as head was in the barn rafters, it touched my cheek. A nail, it snagged the halter and in a flashing second, I as a naked human teenager sunk into the straw covered floor. I was me, the real me, and up on the nail was the halter.

I thanked Rick and was half out the barn door ready to head for home, me naked as a Jaybird, when I saw a twinkle of moonlight touch the silver threads of that halter. Returning to the barn as Rick yelled to me to run away, I climbed up on the sidewall of that stall and picked the halter off the nail.

Then with Rick, he yelling and mares snorting, this naked kid headed for home, glad to be a boy, yet wishing to return and be a stallion at stud...

Now my story cannot stop here as the next day I returned to the pasture. Rick saw me, he coming and came right over his mouth now looked exactly like one of a true pony. I looked at him in his pony self, as in silence then turned round and went to work.

Taking with me that morning I had Dad's best hammer and ten fine new nails. One after another, I pounded firmly into a fence post alone the pastures boundary. Then I smiled as my clothes came off and were folded neatly on the ground. I smiled as the silver halter came out of my pocket, it spread out and with little work, I fitted it over my head. The flash of light and Rick whinnied brought me back to life. I stood there a mature, and sound of muscle, bone and cock a stallion. Rick seemed delighted and we played the pasture, running kicking up our heels and having a high old time.

It was with his dinner bell he headed for the barn as I went looking for a nail to remove the halter. Therefore, it went on like that for that summer and years more, until in one such summer when things got rather serious. Rick was in the pasture when now much stronger person of twenty-four years of loving life, was there sometime three times a week to be and frolic as liking to be a pony. I was prancing about keeping Rick a length way in our normal game of tag when she screamed her first hello.

Rick stopped dead in his tracks as so did I? There atop the hill, which separated our play area from any view of those by the barn was one nice neat conformation mare. We both stood there dumb as bricks looking at her when she took off on a run not toward Rick but at me. I stood there as she was touching me up and down making me have lusty stallion like feelings. Then when she ducked her head down low and gave a friendly lick to my half, erect penis (cock) the thrill hit again, hard!

Rick stood by with whinny after whinny, while I worked around this nice mare as if buried in male equine instinct. A bounce up and I was on her back, my cock rigid and willing for what I really had wanted to feel again, and again. I made a whiny the thrill as that long tight cock spread her dark winking lips of equine sex. Down it went, in, in, in, until her fuzzy rear touched my sensual sheath. As instincts began for real, as I humped and thrust over, and over again until the rush came.

Like a flood of sensual joy coming out of me and running the length of my pony cock. Wow how I loved that feeling! Nothing I ever expected yet so much more the thrill than jacking off, she was wondrous! So things changed and time after time, I used the halter, changed to a stallion at stud and found sensual fulfillments in mare after mare. Now I am forty-three years old, I live alone and having bought the Markel farm from the son and I live here with my mares and Rick. He and I have a service for breeding mares and make a good living.

We have a good life together and with the book, I have some fun with traveling sales people, and other silly people who dare bother me at home.