The Pony Transformation

The Suit

He felt the material in his cold hands. He had seen this before, some girls had worn this type of thing out to parties, but this one was different. It was a thin white latex suit, with splotches of dark black spotting the surface, sort of like the coat of an animal. He had never seen a latex suit before, it felt interesting and slick in his hands. As he unfurled it, the smell of fresh latex filled his nose and the material made a crinkling, sticky sound. Not wanting to get sprayed by the freezing hose again, he looked at the suit, trying to find a way to put it on his naked body. At this point, with three girls standing in front of him, he was happy to get any sort of clothing to hide his body. He finally found the hidden zipper on the back of the suit, slowly sliding it down to reveal a polished, lubricated inside.

As he leaned forward to enter the suit, he was quickly taken aback by the strong scent of sweat in the suit, almost as if it had been used previously and left unwashed. He looked up at his unwavering captors before looking back towards the suit. He slowly slid his leg into the suit, the smell of old sweat and use increasing as he got closer to the white latex. It was almost too much to bear as he slipped further inside, breathing out of his mouth instead of his nose to avoid gagging on the powerful scent of man musk emanating from the slick rubber interior. His leg, helped along by the thick coat of slimy lube, quickly slid into the tight material, gripping his muscles in the shiny leather. His foot slid out of the ankle hole as he put his other leg through. He pulled the tight bodysuit up, noting how there was a strategically placed black zipper that went over his ass and crotch. He stopped for a second, questioning himself if his he wanted to put the rest of the spotted white latex catsuit on. Looking back at the three girls watching him carefully and intimidatingly, he slipped his arms into the holes. But unlike his feet which slipped out of the latex, his hands did not end in an opening, but instead were tightly crunched into balls at the end of the armhole, his fingers sharply curled and pressed into his own palm. When he gazed at what he had slipped his hand into, it looked to be a large hoof, with a horseshoe detailed into the latex. His hands were uncomfortably squished into a ball, resembling a pony hoof. He tilted his head, confused, what was this all about? He tried to slide his hands out, but the tight latex wouldn't allow it, especially without the use of his fingers.

"Turn and face the wall, and put your arms behind your back!" Maddy's voice called out to the stall. It was intimidating, sending a shiver down his spine. What would they do to him? Without his hands, he couldn't fight back, or open any doors, he was truly fucked. The only option was for Johnathan to turn around and rest his head against the back wooden wall of the stall, placing his wrists together behind his open spotted catsuit. He heard the click of the stable open. He thought now was his chance to make a run for it, but his courage was not quick enough as the stable door was locked behind them, and without the use of his hands, even a small door would be too much of a challenge. Only one girl approached him, Maddy, with the other having left to grab more "supplies". He didn't dare turn to face her, instead he stared straight at the wall. He opened his mouth slowly to speak, "Listen, whatever you're doing to me you don't have to, I promise I won't tell anyone! Please just let me go! I can give you money if that's what you want, anything! Please!" His voice was shaky, scared, nervous, trying anything to escape his current predicament. He heard a brief chuckle from behind him as he spoke... was she laughing at his pleading? All of a sudden, he heard a thick swack and pain shot through his entire body. He let out a loud yell in anguish as a single tear escaped his eye. His ass burned beneath the latex suit as he fell to the ground clutching his sensitive behind with his pony hoof. His mistress was standing there, a thick black riding crop in hand with an evil smile on her face. "Shut up and face the wall Johnathan, ponies aren't allowed to talk." Pony? He thought. He wasn't a pony, he was a person. Was that what the hoofboot that his hands had been turned into is about? She raised her riding crop, immediately he stopped thinking and got up to face the wall, willing to do anything to avoid the pain of another smack.

She quickly placed the crop under her arm, using her hands to delicately zip up the back of the pretty black and white latex suit that would serve as his pony coat. He could feel the suit tighten and tighten around his stomach, his chest, and finally his neck, where he heard the quiet click of a lock securing his suit on. He looked down. The suit fit him perfectly, tightly gripping his skin inside the warm latex. It was almost like he was wearing nothing, his entire body was on display as the shiny bodysuit rippled and molded to each muscle, making the familiar creak of latex as he flexed his legs. "Now that the suit is locked on, we can talk about the reality of your situation... there are several doors preventing you from getting out, and three girls including me with riding crops. You're not going anywhere. So I would start complying if you wanna reduce the amount of pain your poor body suffers." She spoke through a smile as Maddy approached his ear, whispering into it "oh, and you let this happen, you could have left at any moment but you chose not to. You're not leaving here, and no amount of pleading will change that"