The Pony Transformation

The First Date

Lightning had learned through his many struggles on the farm that he was terrible at estimating time. Like for instance, he couldn't remember how long ago he had woken up to Maddy's naked body covered in his soft white sheet of his college dorm room. Ponies were never allowed to see any of the trainer's privates, a strict rule enforced on the farm to keep them servile. While trainers could gaze upon their pony's sensitive parts all they wanted, this created a clear power balance that put the ponies in their place, as while they were naked, disgusting beasts, their handlers were clothed, modest figures. This fact made it even more enthralling and taboo that Lightning now sat in the forest, on his knees, staring up at his trainer Maddy, unable to take his eyes of her perfect, rounded, beautiful breasts.

Lightning had been led into the small forest where they soon strayed off the path and into a secluded spot surrounded by massive oak trees. The ground was covered in a soft, crunchy layer of leaves, and it was oddly cool and peaceful on a summer day. Lightning couldn't contain himself, knowing he was being taken back here for another chance for him and Maddy to connect. He was almost jumping with joy. Maddy smiles and spoke quietly, "I'm gonna take your bit out, but remember, you better stay quiet and still do as I say you big pony boy!" She giggled slightly and took out his painful bit, and afterwards his posture collar. He smiled back at her, an expression so easy but he could seldom show to her. She leaned into him and immediately locked lips with his, not seeming to mind his sweat as they shared an intense and passionate kiss. She wrapped her arms around his body, holding him close to her in a tight embrace as he shut his eyes, savoring the moment. She was an amazing kisser. It took a while before their mingling tongues escaped back to their own mouths, and she had him get on his knees, a task he needed a bit of help with. She in turn, after slowly lowering the latex horse to the ground, sat on her knees in front of him. For a moment, he lost track of where he was or who he was, just sitting in the peaceful forest admiring her extreme beauty, her flowing hair, her perfect face, just staring. She giggled slightly and blushed back at him. "You know, I didn't say you couldn't speak, just that you had to be quiet..."

For the first time since they first met at the bar, the pair shared a whispered conversation. Maddy discussed how attractive she finds her beast of burden, Lightning stating how he couldn't take his eyes off his trainer. They giggled and laughed quietly as they confessed their attraction for each other, until lightning, having let his guard down, asked a taboo question; "Y-you know... I haven't r-really seen you... in that way... s-since our first date..." Maddy responded with a teasing, exaggerated gasp that made Lightning blush. "What a naughty pony you are! Fine, but only if you promise you won't tell a single soul... then your bit goes back in pony!" She smiled as he shook his head in an adamant "no". She slowly pulled the band at the bottom of her athletic bra, biting her lip as lightning watched in awe, like he was witnessing something ethereal. She pulled in a teasing way until her perky, perfect breasts bounced out of the bottom of her tight bra. Lightning thought he might pass out right there. How severe had his training be to put him in the mind of a pony slave that just his trainers breasts had him more flustered than any girl he had ever seen. He was by no means inexperienced, but the dynamic they had made her reveal so much more powerful, so much more invigorating. Maddy smirked at his awestruck face, before quickly hiding her tits back beneath her bra, knowing how wild that must have driven her horse. Before he could let out another word, Maddy had leaned in and given him a quick peck on the lips. As he leaned in to kiss her again, he was met with the spit covered bit that was forced back into his mouth. He was angered of course, but elated with how far he had gotten. While Maddy tightened the posture collar on his neck and the bit in his mouth, she spoke to him kindly, "I'm almost at enough money to buy a pony of my own, I just need a couple more weeks... but don't think I'm gonna let you go free, you'll still be a pony, just my pony, which means we will have a lot more freedom and fun..." Lightning was a bit annoyed, both that he had it wait a couple more weeks and endure his training, but also to the fact that he would never enjoy a real relationship like the ones he had always imagined. However, as his mind started to wander, his training and rewriting of his thoughts kicking in, he wan the s nothing more than his soul and body to be owned by Maddy, to be her personal horse, because a bond between a trainer and her pony is greater than any real relationship could ever be, he thought. He almost squealed with excitement at the prospect and his imagined future as she stood the dirty pony up, his latex ass covered in leaves and dirt, his tail plug swaying gently. His belt had never been tighter in his entire life.

He was led back to his barn, the image of his mistress engrained in his mind, knowing he would be happily dreaming about the moment all night. He was given a quick brush off with the hose which was greatly appreciated against his hot rubber skin, and fed his daily vegetables which he was getting much better at eating through the bit, but still managed to drool chunks onto his chest embarrassingly. After a cool drink of water, Maddy locked the gate in the busy barn, leaving him on his own. He squatted over the hole in the ground, a feeling he would never get used too, and let his pee drain degradingly down his leg and spray onto his boots out the bottom of the belt. He went up to the gate of the stall, tired but not enough to sleep, to look at his surroundings.

He once again had to turn his entire body to gaze upon the sights of the barn, his posture collar back to locking his vision in place and the leather tabs blinding his periphery from view. The pony girl had not yet returned to the stall on his right, and the stall on his left was currently occupied by a sleeping white pony boy with a luscious blond mane, who looked to be shorter and more feminine than him. Ponies with various gear and levels of tack were being led through the barn halls, and he envied the few he saw that wore little to no latex on their shaved bodies, though there were not many of those. Farther down on his right, he could barely catch glimpses of the metal standing stalls housing the punished ponies, where every once in a while he would hear a pained groan emanating from the barred cells scarily. Across from them sat the boxed stalls that he had spent time in and never wished to again. The entire place was designed for torment. He soon got bored of the sights and horrible smells of pony and farm that he decided to curl up on his hay bed, his cage still leaking and throbbing from the days activity and sights.