The Pony Transformation

The New Stables

The ponies had been brought out of the horse cart just as easily as they had been put in, and lined up. He heard the familiar clinking of chains as his belt was secured to whoever was in front of him, and whoever was behind him, as well as a pair of short chain hobbles being attached to his ankle binders. The sweaty, moist latex hood was yanked off of lightning, leaving trails of spit connected to it from his drooling bit gag as he tried to shield his eyes from the bright afternoon sun. It was hot on his latex skin as he looked around at his new surroundings. He was very clearly in a forest, with similar nature to where the farm had been, and he rightfully concluded they couldn't have actually travelled too far. In front of him secured to his belt was the ass of a beautiful jet black spandex ponyboy, with a matching black bridle and harness. Of course he couldn't see his face as the posture collar made it so all of the chain gang had to look forward. He wondered why he hadn't been left in his transfer suit but was glad after the state he left it in. He tried to turn and see the pony behind him, but his attention was caught on the large, dull, grey, windowless concrete building before him buried in the trees, surrounded by layers of tall barbed wire fencing. It looked like a prison, like a large square concrete box maybe two or three stories tall. Where the hell was he?

The mistress wasted no time in tugging on the whimpering pony boys reigns, dragging the whole group with him. The boy in the front protested heavily, almost like he knew what was in there as they were dragged through automatically opening metal fence gates. It was scarily high security and way more modern looking than the farm he had been at prior. He still had no idea who he was dragging behind him. Once past the gates, a large metal door swung open revealing the inside. The first room they came across was a larger concrete room like a warehouse entrance, but of course with a kinky twist. Against the walls attached to the ceiling were large hanging chains with padlocks, and the group was led over to the right side and unhooked from each other. Two women, who had seemingly come out of nowhere, approached the group. They both had on matching uniforms it looked like, with professional black working cargo pants and a black latex type athletic tank top, tucked neatly into their pants. Attached to the straps of their latex tank tops that perfectly outlined the two younger ladies breasts were badges with a barcode and name on them, like they were really on a jobsite. What kind of operation were they running. Lightnings reigns were grabbed by one of the new ladies, a taller woman with jet black hair and hazel eyes which stared right through him. He had seen several emotions on the faces of these girls before, but never this level of contempt mixed with boredom, like she resented him for making her do her job. She led him over to the middle hanging chain, of which there were several, and began detaching his posture collar. Once it was off, he finally could stretch his neck, moving it up and down, and side to side, expanding his range of vision and stretching out his sore muscles from having to hold his head high and proud the whole time. It was quickly replaced by another collar, one with a terrifying black box attached to it with a clearly labeled electric shock symbol, and two metal prongs that dug into his neck. He prayed they wouldn't use it on him as the d ring on the new collar was locked to the ceiling and the woman stepped back, to assist with chaining up the remaining two horses brought in. Now with his neck somewhat free he began to look around. His jaw almost hit the floor if it wasn't secured by his bridle when he looked to his right. Almost involuntarily his metal chastity belt tightened like it never had before. The two workers stepped back, leaving the girl to his right secured by a matching shock collar to the roof. She was dressed in a tight black latex suit, pony boots, and an armbinder, but no harness to cover up her perfect body. Her brunette hair was perfectly braided and fell down her shiny and slim back, as she dropped uncontrollably across her rounded shiny breasts. Their eyes instantly locked. It was Maddy. His words had gotten her turned into a pony just like him. A single tear dripped down her cheek across her bridle as he whined out and began to struggle. He wanted to explain himself, he wanted to apologize, he wanted to get on his knees and beg for forgiveness. He had done this to her. But all his struggling did was send a spine chilling, explosive electric shock down his neck. He almost passed out from the pain as he instantly returned to trained pony mode, facing forward, his head a mess of emotions. Why was she here? With him??

The group of three ponies stood standing in that hall for some time, unsure of what the future held for them. First to go was the ponyboy on the right, who put up significant fight as a worker unhooked his collar, placed a latex bag over his head, and brought him through the back metal doors of the warehouse. Lightning sat there, thinking. Every time he turned towards Maddy she turned away from him, he couldn't take it. Did she hate him? What was she thinking?  Before lightning was taken back, the metal warehouse doors swung open, letting in the warm air from outside as another group was brought in. Lightning watched patiently, glad for the distraction from Maddy, but instead of ponies, something strange was being led in. He had to look down to see two latex blobs slowly making their way into the room. It was hard to make out across the warehouse room, but as they got closer he was able to see. They were led by a woman in a full latex white hobble dress, heels, and a fancy hat, like she was attending some preppy high class event except with a fetishized twist. Behind her were two short, latex blobs. The first one, colored completely black, was on all fours in some sort of suit. He remembered slightly hearing about this kind of device on the farm but had never seen one. The being looked like it was having significant trouble walking on all fours, but he couldn't tell. All he could see was the strange hood the being wore complete with pointed ears and significant drooling out the snout, and a pointed, wagging tail behind them as they walked. Was that supposed to be a dog?! What other sick and twisted animals had they created from people! His theories were confirmed as the next person brought in, in a similar latex quad suit was colored white with black spots and black ears, meant to resemble a Dalmatian. He was puzzled, in a sick sort of way, as the two were led in. He couldn't think on it any longer, as while his vision was drawn to these two latex beasts on all fours, his vision went black again. Plunged into darkness by a latex hood. Though from the significantly better smell and sweat, they had jumbled the hoods, and he now wore hers; Maddy's. His collar was unhooked and he blindly followed, descending deeper into the strange building.

Lightning soon found himself stripped of all of his pony gear rather masterfully. They had removed his harness, his bit gag, his tightly puckered plug tail, and his stiletto pony boots in a quick fashion almost like a rehearsed play. He barely had time to combat it, especially while blindfolded in his sweaty latex hood sack. When it was finally removed, he was shoved roughly into a small-ish white room. The walls were concrete like the grey exterior of the building, but the floor was a soft, baby white pad, almost like what would be seen in a gymnasium for gymnastics. Lightning was completely naked, albeit for a shock collar in this room as the thick metal door shut on him. While many horny boys would immediately begin jerking off with their newly freed cock, all Lightning could think about was stretching. From his blackened, bruised feet to his pinched shoulders, Lightning stretched his entire body. The tight latex suit had not been kind to him, his entire body felt like he was enclosed in a prison, and now that he was free, he was going to make the most of  it and stretch his labored extremities. As he began to rotate his shoulders in arm circles, the door swung open to the concrete prison cell, and thrown onto the padded floor by a latex clad girl was Maddy, naked as lightning except for her shock collar. They locked eyes instantly, as the thick metal door began to close. She moaned from being tossed on the ground before looking up at the used-to-be pony boy.

"You just had to tell on me, didn't you, fucker"