The Pony Transformation

Road Trip

Authors note: Thanks to all for continuing to read my story and support me as I write. I'm sorry for the long hiatus but personal stuff came up but I'm hopefully getting out some new chapters soon! Please don't hesitate to message me or comment if there is something you'd like to see that I have or haven't included. Once again thank you for the support!

Lightning had been unstrapped from the table for quite some time now. The two dominatrices had managed to remove his sweaty smell suit that reeked of his own putrid pony boy stink, and had placed him back into his old splotty white and black latex. Due to it being kept in its airtight clear case, it still held all his old sweat and smell that he had dreaded when sliding the suit back on, the elastic and stretchy shiny rubber sending a shiver up his spine when the Doms had placed it back on him. His armbinder was resecured and he sat with his reigns tied in the hot, musty room of his own torment. For what, he did not know.

He couldn't see to his right on account of the blinders, but he could tell by the sound someone had opened the door and was right behind him. Her steps didn't sound like Cait or Elaine. Her voice cut through the air, her light British accent and proper tone were foreign to him; whoever she was, she was high class. "Hello little pony boy. You and I are going to have so much fun together..." he felt his reigns start to be untied from the hook in the room by a pair of white hands with deep red nail polish. Her arm had a fancy white cuff of a regal button down shirt. As he turned around, he was greeted by a shorter girl, with beautiful cherry red hair, wearing glasses that fully obscured her eyes, and a frilly white button down shirt. Underneath the almost transparent shirt, he could see her deep red latex bra. He was immediately taken back by her beauty, and her demented class. She smiled, admiring her new pony. "My name is not of importance to you, all that you should know is you've been selected for a very important new role on the farm, and it's my job to train you in it. So come along now, horsie." Her accent was elegant as she began to pull him through the dungeon. He couldn't even focus on the strange dungeon equipment and the current pony being reprimanded, as the woman in front of him wore a shiny red latex hobble skirt that had his eyes glued to her rear. He walked outside the barn with his new trainer, his mind a haze as he was hit by the cool morning air and his sensitive eyes blinded by the sun, having been inside for so long. His wobbly legs soon gained their stride within the sweaty en pointe shoes. They walked down the dusty dirt road, looking at the perfectly dug fields to the right and left of them, until reaching the other side of the farm. The walk was long, and the latex suit did little to protect Lightning from the piercing cold. It was better than being hot, he thought though. A bit past the stallion barn, they reached somewhat of a tunnel formed between the two sets of dense trees. The first pony he had seen all morning crossed paths with the group at this junction, an all grey latex covered pony, belted with his same chastity belt, being pulled along by another mistress who he had never seen before. The only difference besides suit color with this pony was his headgear. He wore a terrifying mask he had only seen a couple times before, a full face hood that encased the poor soul in a gray rubber pony head, making him look as if he was really a horse. The most terrifying part, besides the realism, was the extreme huffing and puffing he heard from the pony as they passed him on the track. He had never been to this side of the farm before, and it didn't bode well as they crested a small hill and came to the clearing after the tree tunnel.

In the clearing, there was something he had never even thought existed with his time on the farm. There was a relatively small parking lot, filled with dark black van like cars. He was confused to say the least. Were they freeing him for telling them the truth? His mind was racing as she walked him over through a tall fence with a lock, which required several steps to be unlocked. This place was more secure than a military fortress, he thought, not that getting anywhere near a car would be helpful in his current pony state. Lightning was led over to the right side of the parking lot where one of the unlabeled black vans was hitched to a large metal trailer about the same size as a car. He remembered seeing vehicles like this one in his past life, and of course he knew they were used to transport farm animals. The new mistress whose name he still did not know was not phased by the trailer as she pulled his reigns sharply, leading him to the back of the trailer.

After unlocking yet another heavy lock with her beautiful hands coated in red nail polish, the door of the pony trailer swung open revealing an enclosed metal box. Unlike normal horse trailers, to hide what cargo they were carrying the trailer was extremely dark inside, with the only airflow being from a couple of holes at the top of the four walls. He felt a sharp slap on his ass, goading him to walk up the metal ramp with his painful shoes and into the trailer. The vehicle was divided into four sections by short, chest high walls with a tight hallway in the middle between them. The floor was covered in old hay, and once inside, he could smell the putrid old sweat and obvious piss that ponies had spurted out onto the warm hay over long journeys. He had been accustomed heavily to these smells on the farm, and he knew fighting back wouldn't make the hay reek any worse as he stepped in and was led to the front right stall. Once inside, the mistress quickly got to work, dropping his reigns and beginning to secure him. Instead of a seatbelt, lightning watched as she began lifting leather straps attached to the trailer and securing them from each four corners of the small pony box to his harness belt, trapping him in the middle of the box facing forward. He couldn't turn or move an inch, and he guessed this acted as a seatbelt for the ponies as he stood at attention, once again in tight bondage.

"Final step pony boy"... he couldn't see the mistress behind him as he stood tall and proud, still going over his decision in his head. What were they going to do with Maddy? He couldn't believe he had so easily cracked and told on her. But before he could ruminate on his failure to hold his tongue, the entire world was plunged into darkness. He tried to breathe out of panic, but sucked in the loose latex over his head. She had bagged him, like a blindfold for prisoners but of course more kinky, made out of black rubber. He struggled pointlessly for a minute, breathing in the harsh scent of warm latex. "It's just to keep you calm during transport pony boy". He heard a brief giggle, felt a slap on his rubber ass, and then silence as the woman made her way out of the trailer. Funny, he didn't feel more calm.

Lightning waited, and he waited some more. Most of being a pony boy was actually just bored waiting. The metal trailer he was in was not helping though, even though it was cold outside, it acted as a greenhouse or a sauna, and the moist latex air he was breathing in quickly became hot and uncomfortable. The sweat suit he had worn earlier was starting to feel a bit more enticing than his warm, shiny rubber coat. Every couple of minutes or so, he heard the familiar clop of pony boots on concrete then metal, and the distinct sound of someone struggling in pounds of pony tack. The trailer was being loaded, albeit slowly.

While the ponies were being secured and hooded, it did give the sweaty boy some time to think. How could he do that to Maddy? She had been so kind to him... but she was also the girl that led him here in the first place! He didn't owe her anything, he tried to rationalize, but his deep seated love for her was overwhelming, and all he could feel no matter how hard he tried to displace his emotions was shame. Shame for being a bad pony to his owner. He heard two horses get loaded into the trailer before the large metal trunk was shut, locking the three ponies in their metal sauna. He heard some whimpers and moans through latex bags as the van engine kicked up and began to start.

The ride itself was slightly nauseating, he had never really been in a car while standing before, or while having to balance in stiletto heels. The box had gotten significantly hotter over the course of the journey, and the whines of the two other ponies, one who he was sure was a female, had gotten quieter as the journey went on. Lightning just stood tall and proud, trying his best to balance and breathe in the latex sack, and before long, the van had reached its destination.