The Pony Transformation

Working the Feilds

Bronze started almost immediately, wanting to get his day in the hot sun over as fast as possible, as he dragged the plow forward, lightning was dragged with it and almost fell too, causing the plow to dip and sink into the dirt. Bronze let out an angry snarl through his bit, obviously pissed at having to drag along not only the plow but the inexperienced pony as well. His only friend, lightning thought, and he was already making him mad. Bronze tried to signal with his eyes to start up again, and after slowly dragging the plow behind them, they got into a somewhat shaky rhythm of stepping together connected at the hobble chain.

Working the plow was difficult for lightning. First, the position with his arms behind his head did give him a bit more leverage to pull against the rough, rocky dirt, but it was also odd and uncomfortable. His pony boots also struggled to get a grip on the dirt, and his high en pointe shoes made it difficult to keep his balance on the uneven field terrain. Furthermore, he felt as if he was constantly lagging behind Bronze, who's leg muscles were stronger from experience and knew what he was doing. Plus, he had shorter boots to help him along. The two boys dragged the metal plow along the dirt field in several parallel straight lines, Lightning slowly but surely getting more confident tugging in tandem with his new workmate. They were both huffing and puffing through their bit gag, letting out humiliating pony-like snorts as they pulled, digging their hooves deep into the ground to leverage the heavy metal shear. They were both exhausted, desperately needing a drink, and sweating almost through their latex suits under the constant beaming heat of the sun. There wasn't a cloud in the sky to shield their exposed bodies from the warmth, and lightning felt as if he may collapse. His feet and legs were so sore, his muscles had been worked to an insane degree, and his tail plug was starting to severely become uncomfortable, as his constant walking shifted the rubber intruder inside of him with every step.

"It's been half a day and you two aren't even halfway through plowing the field? Such disappointment." The familiar voice of the red headed girl could be heard from across the pen, but the boys couldn't turn to face her, instead they just stopped in their tracks as she made her way across the plowed and lined section of the dirt clearing. What was actually half a day and felt like years to lightning. "I have single ponies pulling more than you two boys, you are just asking to be punished." She smiled as she came face to face with the sweaty, panting ponies. Bronze was obviously having an easier time with this than Lightning was, used to the daily schedule. The handler carried with her a two by two holder of Gatorade bottles filled with chilled water. She started with her own pony boy, spraying one of the bottles over his shiny, dirt stained, white belly, giving him a much needed cool. She squirted the water into his mane, and onto his metal crotch which caused him to let out a whinny. Lightning sat antsy as he heard, but couldn't see through his blinders, the squirting of water. His mouth was drier than the dirt below him, spit was draining down his lips and onto his chest on account of the bit, and all he wanted was a drink, more than life itself. The short girl sprayed her pony's muscular ass, before placing the bottle back in its holster and grabbing a second one to squirt into Bronze's mouth. He hungrily slurped as much as he could down through the bit as the girl giggled, and he dribbled down his chest. "Such messy creatures you are." Lightning blushed, embarrassed at the comment. A new woman's voice called out from his right, talking with a southern drawl directly at the grouping, "Hey Sam, could I get those bottles after you? They ran out in the barn!" Sam, that was her name, lightning thought. The handler, who he now knew as Sam, responded with a shout as she moved over to Lightning , "Sure! Lemme just finish up with this one."

Sam dropped the bottles to her feet and picked up one, and lightning could hardly contain his need for the ice cold Gatorade bottle. Unlike Bronze, she moved the bottle up to his lips and he did his best to suck out the cool liquid. He had never tasted better water in his life. He gulped down as much as he could, before exhaling with a snort, and returning back to sucking down the water. He easily finished off the entire bottle, but he couldn't tell his trainer he wanted more through the bit gag, and he understood that was all he was getting. "Someone was thirsty I see," she let off a small chuckle as she lifted the second bottle. She started at his mane, spraying his flowing black hair with the icy water which sent a pleasant shiver down his spine. She then squirted liquid across his chest, clearing the dirt from his latex shin and cooling his sweaty body, hitting his exposed latex underarms, then moving down to the crotchpiece, which cooled the metal down and shrunk his sensitive member making it more comfortable in the tight tube. She then lapped his muscular ass, strained by the pulling, with the water, making him gently clench against the rubber toy. He felt rejuvenated, it was one of the best rewards he had ever felt. Sam slipped the bottle back in the case of four, and gave lightning two quick pats on his ass. He was sure she had a thing for pony butts, with how much she had touched and groped their latex behinds. "I want the rest of this field finished by the time I get back, or both of you are in for a rough night."

Bronze and Lightning immediately started back up again on the plow as it sunk its metal tooth through the barren earth. He felt refreshed after his short respite, and was weary of Sam's words. What did a rough night have in store? He didn't want to find out as they caught their stride and continued their pulling. The work was monotonous, looping back and forth back and forth, digging their boots into the ground, pulling and huffing. The cold water wash didn't last long, and they were both soon back to sweating and panting under their hot outfit. Lightning wondered if all this was efficient. His mind wandered. He thought he could pull this better if he was naked, as he would get less hot and tired, and the high heeled boots didn't help, he would have gotten more traction barefoot, never mind the bit making his mouth drier than normal by draining spit onto his chest. If they really wanted this field plowed fast by human laborers, there were easier ways to do it. But of course, he knew, this was never about the task, that while plowing the field might have been important, breaking, training, and housing ponies was the real goal of this farm.

After a couple more hours of work, the sun was setting over the farm, dyeing the sky a pretty orange and pink hue. Lightning was just happy to not be cooking under the burning rays of the direct sunlight. He was tired and broken, a single day in the fields had his muscles cramping and his body screaming at him to stop. His feet were jammed to the bottom of his hoofboots, numb to the pain, and his arms were now burning from the position behind his head. The worst part was, they still had six rows left till the field would be finished. Bronze was still hauling away, having to pull some of the weight of Lightning who was tiredly trudging along trying to keep pace. He was sweating and snorting, but again was unfazed by the work, like it was just another day for him. Lightning could tell by the slight nervous glare that Bronze let off he had been given a bit more than even he could chew with the large field, and there was no way Sam actually expected them to finish it within a day.

"You two are just asking to be punished aren't you? Or do you just like letting me down?" The ponies let out a collective sigh as they heard quaint footsteps making their way across the dirt field that they had just spent hours toiling away at. "I asked you to be finished by the end of the day, and I know you are just ponies, but does this look finished to you?" Both of the latex horses whimpered quietly, knowing what came next for the night. She quickly gave each of them a much needed squirt of water, and then started to unlock each of them from the plow. She didn't spray down their bodies this time, keeping them hot in their suits. She started with Bronze, placing his reigns on before unclipping his belt and then doing the same to lightning, holding both the pony's reigns in her hands. "You two are in for it tonight. This is the second time you've pissed me off in a week, Bronze, and I'm gonna make sure you regret it this time."