The Pony Transformation

Starting Their Day

Lightning awoke to the sound of the lock of his new stall jingling. The brown pony boy next to him seemed to have been startled awake by the same thing, as their eyes met almost immediately. Lightning had slept well, his body was so tired and worn beneath the rubber that the coarse hay bedding or heat didn't matter and he passed out almost immediately. He was soon greeted by the familiar face of his red-haired, short, freckled handler who wore the same unwashed apron from yesterday, but a larger straw hat. She spoke in a less chippy tone, anxious to start the day and get her morning tasks over with, "you two ponies, out of your stall, don't make me ask again."

The cool air rushed in from the open door, which felt great against his latex skin. It also managed to clear some of the overnight scent from their cramped stall. After bumping heads embarrassingly as they both tried to quickly shimmy out of the door, they managed to get up and stand side to side in front of the girl. It was pretty crazy, he thought, that such a small woman could control these two large, athletic boys and have both of them, who towered over her, at her whim. Lightning could barely look down on account of his thick leather posture collar, but he was able to spot another large duffel bag at her feet, similar to the ones he had seen when he was getting geared up for the first time. The first thing the handler did was strap each of their reigns on, and led them both with one hand to the end of the barn opposite the side of the cells, carrying the duffel bag in her other hand. Lightnings feet still hurt, but we're becoming more used to walking on his tippy toes with each stride, lifting his long white legs up high with each step like his mistress had taught him. Bronze, with his shorter, less high boots, walked almost normally, as he had obviously not been deemed fit for the higher training that lightning had received, or was maybe just assigned to be a workhorse without a second thought. As they walked, lightning fought his posture collar to get a better look at the trainers swaying behind, his pony dick still cramped and needy from last night. At least he had the large intruding tail in his rear to twitch against to gain some semblance of pleasure, which only served to make his caged cock more uncomfortable. They passed several stalls as they approached the end of the barn. There was a long wooden hitching post at the end, with two other ponies, one a deep black and the other brown and white spotted, hitched further down the line in similar gear as bronze. However, where a metal athletic cup type cage should have been, these ponies had their members hanging down freely, which made lightning so very jealous. The handler in her blue jeans tied both their reigns side by side to the hitching post, and dropped the duffel bag, preparing for whatever the day ahead had in store. First, she unclipped both ponies hobble chains, lengthening them a considerable amount so they had more room to walk, but still were connected at the ankles. Second, she attached a long chain between bronze's left and lightning's right legs at the ankle, binding then together, ensuring they could not walk apart. The next thing she said almost had lightning jumping for joy. "I'm going to remove your armbinder now, you'll have a minute to stretch your arms then you better do as I say," she flashed a mean looking riding crop in his field of view "any funny business and I will turn your entire body red pony..." he winced slightly at the thought. Even with his armbinder off, he remembered that his hands would still be locked in useless latex fists. Besides, in all this gear, he was sure this tiny redhead would have no trouble subduing him if he tried to fight back. He was honestly just happy to get the opportunity to stretch his arms that had been pushed uncomfortably together for the past two days, touching at the elbows and trapped. She quickly and gracefully unlaced the thick leather monoglove, and lightning felt relief wash over him as the binder slowly loosened and his arms moved apart for the first time in days. He excitedly moved hims arms out of the glove as it fell to the floor, immediately getting one of the biggest stretches of his life. His arms were numb and felt like jello, but that didn't stop him from waving his hooves around and stretching each muscle in his latex clad arms. His new handler let out a giggle watching him as he flailed, not knowing when the next time he would get this reward. And, he was finally able to get that itch on his nose, albeit pretty sloppily with his clunky hooves. "Alright pony, it's been enough time, put those hooves behind your head and stay still for me. I still have this crop and I will use it." Lightning whined as his time with his arms free slowly faded, and complied with the redheads orders, putting his large balled fists on his head. He felt the small girl reaching up and putting large, black leather cuffs on each of his wrists, with the familiar click of a lock to top it off. Not like he needed the lock, he thought, with those hooves he wasn't getting the thick bands of leather off anytime soon. His thoughts were interrupted as his hands were pulled forcefully down his back and attached to the back of his chest harness. This made it so his armpits and triceps were in perfect line with his chest, and his hands were clasped together over his head and down his back. This position was less uncomfortable than the armbinder, he thought, but it put a pretty bad strain on his triceps. Like everything here at this farm, it wasn't exactly the most painless position, and it exposed more of his latex body to the sweltering heat, including his already sweating pits.

Lightning stood there patiently, getting a feel for his new position as Bronze's arms were tied in the same way. He didn't even take a moment to stretch, and seemed very nonchalant, like this was a normal procedure for him. The ponies were then unclipped and lead outside the barn. They faced the new challenge of walking together, having to keep their pace exactly right to avoid tripping due to the chain in between them. Bronze huffed frustratingly, as Lightning kept tripping over the hobble as he was new and relatively inexperienced in walking in the boots. They had it somewhat down as they created the barn door and were greeted by the hot sunlight.

Lightning looked around, at least the best he could with his unyielding posture collar and thick black binders. He found himself in a large field, bordered by stereotypical white wooden fencing and several smaller barns. They were led down a dusty dirt path, kicking up some brown soot as they trotted together, through some white gates. They passed a few other ponies in the fields, pulling strange devices, and strode past others being led by their reigns on the same path. By lightnings estimates, the farm must have had at close to 50-60 ponies, and he wondered how they managed to keep up their work, buying gear and hiding the mass enslavement from authorities. Who was finding all of this? They soon reached a large gate which was swiftly opened by the handler leading them. This field was completely dirt and barren, surrounded by a large white fence. Sitting in front of them was a metal trough, which was dug into the ground and had a large metal T bar that stretched from the base. The handler wiped the sweat off her forehead from under her wide brimmed hat, and led them over to the strange device, ensuring that the gate was locked behind them.

They were positioned side by side, with a large, rusted metal bar in between them that divided at their front into two metal bars that sat parallel to the ponies. Bronze looked unfazed. She started with Lightning, as he was more new to procedure. The handler crouched down outside of view of Lightning, and he wondered what she was doing as he felt his thick leather belt jingle and clip. She was slowly going around him, attaching a web of leather straps to the bar to his left and his front, securing him to the trough at the waist and lower back. He could barely turn his body at all as she walked over to Bronze, securing him in a similar manner which he could not see. "Your mistress has leant you out to me for a couple days, lightning, on account of your poor performance. I have a busy day so you're gonna help my naughty workhorse, Bronze here, pull his plow." She gently gave the brown pony a pat on his chest harness and a hard, loud smack to his muscular, indented asscheek, showing her way of love to one of her workhorses that she handled. "Oh, and if either of you try to leave this pen while I go prepare some of my other horses, those metal belts have a shocking surprise in store." She giggled lightly as she left the pen, locking the gate behind her. Lightning shuddered, picturing the hidden fence around the property that would most likely mercilessly shock his sensitive parts. Just another barrier in an endless string that prevented his escape.