The Pony Transformation

The Cellmate

"Your trainer Maddy had specifically asked me to put you in this stall, so you have her to thank for your accommodations tonight. You can be moved when your behavior improves."

Lightning was learning quickly that you do not mess up around here, between what he had seen in the punishment cells at the back of the barn, and the stall staring back at him, not meeting their standards at this farm would be very detrimental to an already strained pony. The small, redhead trainer was all too happy to announce that the pony's reprimand was most definitely not at an end. The stall in front of him, placed against the wall at the near front of the barn, flanked on either side by additional stalls, had the workings of a normal stall: it had wooden half walls, a gate, a concrete floor covered in worn hay, except there was a couple large differences. The main difference is, instead of being open to the air, this stalls walls were slightly higher, and it was capped with large wooden panels, creating a short box that went up to the chest line. Now lightning started to panic. There was no way he was going into that box like stall, it looked cramped and claustrophobic, and he was ready to be done with his punishment. Unlike the nurturing, reassuring hand of Maddy, this new trainer was firm. She tugged the quivering, nervous, antsy pony's reigns down, forcing his eyes to meet hers at the same level. "It's either you do what I say without protest, or you go back in your cell and I give you some time to think about your choices in a bent over position. You get to decide pony." She was firm with her voice, and between the tight armbinder locking his arms helplessly behind him, the bit stopping him from speaking, and the hobble chain, there wasn't much he could do to resist or even try to fight back. The choice was clear, he was going in the stall. She seemed content as lightning calmed slightly, realizing there was no point in protesting. However, he was still nervous as the trainer unlocked the short stall door with her other free hand, keeping a tight grasp on the reigns.

As she opened the door to the stall, the smell of sweat and dirt that had become all to familiar assaulted the poor pony's nose. The floor was an unwashed pile of hay, dotted with bits of old vegetables. As he peered down slightly at the large box, he could see streams of warm light coming into the hot, dusty, dingy environment from the cracks in the wood paneling. What caught his eye next was the second major difference between this stall and his previous one. Lying to the right, inside the covered stall, was another figure. While the freckled girl fidgeted with the stall lock, lightning was able to get a closer view of the pony inhabiting his sleeping quarters for the night. It was obvious it was another pony boy. He was laying on his side, wearing a light brown latex coat with a white belly that was barely visible, and his limited gear was brown to match. It went nicely with the flowing brown hair mane that had been braided presumably by his trainer a while ago, as it was slightly frayed. His arms were bound behind him, presumably in a leather armbinder, but instead of the full chest harness that lightning had on, he wore a thicker brown waist belt with several worn metal rings that looked like it was for pulling. He had on less severe of a brown hoof boot, which likely made it easier for him to walk, which lightning envied, and sported what looked like a small, bronze athletic cup, obviously housing his member. It was weird that lightning focused on his gear first, as behind the brown rubber bit and dirt stained face, there was a soft looking college aged boy like him, who probably ended up here just like him, who was confused and nervous just like him. The pony boy slowly roused awake, and his hazel eyes met Lightning's for a brief moment. He didn't have much time to ponder, however, as the short girl had finished what she was doing. "You'll be sharing your box for the night with bronze over here, who somehow managed to break a metal plow tip and gets to now spend a couple nights in a metal cup and the box stall..." She gave a mean look to the pony, who whimpered quietly.

The trainer quickly got behind lightning, and he soon fell to his knees in the dirt, as the small redhead had managed to deliver a sharp, strong kick to the back of his right leg. This oddly powerful kick from the girl, coupled with his poor balance in the high boots, led to him hitting the ground and kicking up dust. "Sorry this ain't the stallion barn, we can afford to get our ponies dirty here.. now get in." Lightning slowly shimmied humiliatingly on his knees, inching closer to the dark, cramped box stall, not wanting to find out what other strength the girl had in store by fighting back.

As he shuffled closer to the entrance, the pony boy, who he now knew as bronze, a fitting name he thought, shifted slightly to his knees. The trainer gently pushed his head under the roof as he made his way into the stall. The first thing he noticed was the heat. He had already been sweating pretty hard under all his latex and gear, but the inside of this box felt like an oven, the coarse wooden walls containing the heat inside and warming the stale air to an uncomfortable level. The second thing he noticed inside the cramped stall was the smell. It was obvious that bronze had spent a while cramped in the warm box, as the smell of unwashed pony that he had gotten familiar with was extremely strong. Entire cell reeked of sweat, probably due to the many ponies who had unfortunately spent time in here before, and he guessed the girls let it continue to stink like the smell of dirty boy for a reason. As he crawled fully past the entrance way, he heard a loud smack as the stall door was shit behind him, and the click of a lock. His heart sank, he was truly stuck in this stall for however long they wanted to keep him there, and he was helpless to escape. A slight girly giggle was heard from outside the stall, and the pony handler, who's name he still did not know, spoke: "you boys have fun in there!"

His nervous eyes wandered to bronze. The pony boy was now sitting up on his knees, which was all the two could manage beneath the wooden roof. It was a welcome break on his cramped toes, which were painfully feeling the effects of two days bound in an en pointe position, aching worse than he thought possible. Bronze was inching closer to lightning, their soft eyes locking together as lightning withdrew timidly. Bronze continued to approach, not stopped by lightnings nervousness, and lightly nuzzled his dirty, bridled head into lightning's shiny latex chest. He gently pressed into him, giving off a little pony chuff, which was oddly comforting. It was as if to say, "I know how you feel." The nervousness faded slightly from Lightning's body as he lowered his bowed head into bronze's mane. His belt tightened slightly, the small metal tube holding his member was getting more uncomfortable as he tried to expand, and the tail in his behind started to shift. He didn't know why , but he was enjoying this? Maybe it was because he hadn't felt the loving touch of another person in a while, or that he felt he could finally, in an odd way, connect with someone in his situation. After a brief moment, the feeling was gone, as bronze moved his head off of lightnings chest, gave him a brief sniff, then proceeded to lay back down, curling into a peaceful brown ball of leather and latex.

Lightning tried to maneuver closer, but banged his head painfully on the low ceiling. He grumbled behind the uncomfortable bit that still endlessly tormented his mouth. He did his best with his arms locked touching behind him to shimmy over to the corner, relieving himself through the bottom of the thick chastity belt. This wasn't any less humiliating than last time, perhaps maybe more, as the pee streamed down his latex-clad leg and hit the floor. They didn't even provide a hole in this stall like the other ones. Lightning decided it was time to try to get some rest, but he didn't know if he could. His mood hadn't really improved since his stern criticism from his mistress who he felt bad about letting down, he was swelteringly hot and sweating inside the cramped box, the bit gag was causing his mouth and teeth to ache dully, and to top it all off, his chastity belt was still cramping his cock down and sending waves of pain through his groin with every twitch. With his last mess up at the breeding mount, he knew that pain wouldn't subside any time soon. Lightning curled up on a somewhat clean part of the hay floor, a foot from bronze, and closed his eyes, thinking's deeply about the events of the previous day, and how he would do anything to avoid a day like this in the future. He silently laughed to himself, however he may feel about the punishments, they seemed to be working.