I know, I know, but…

The pattern continued for quite some time. Days were passing blending into weeks. I noticed that my work became worse. I was getting more and more vague instead of being as precise as was needed. I started writing ‘thing’ instead of the exact buttons and that ‘stuff would happen’ instead of describing exactly what.

Work became such a chore. I wasn’t able to concentrate or focus and with the fall of my intelligence and descriptions, I was soon on probation and under several administrative warnings.

I guessed I might get fired, but I found that it was very hard to reason that out or understand why I was like this, why these things were happening to me or what I use to be like.

This is when I started getting very frightened.

I had forgotten about the weekend I would have to spend with my current owners, the Chasti-Permalock Corporation. I don’t know if this was an effect of all my mental training or if it was just me being forgetful, but it was a surprise to me to hear a key in the door lock one Saturday morning when I was on the treadmill.

I was about 20 minutes into the sequence of walking and galloping on the treadmill, and the key alerted me to something happening. I tried to turn and look, but the bit and reins didn’t let me move my head. All I could do was listen really closely.

I heard shoes on the floor while I was running, and I felt a hand caress my ass cheek. The sounds being created were moving around my apartment and eventually I heard the doors in my bedroom opening and closing. I had a sick feeling in my stomach, because I knew that someone was in the apartment with me, but I still hadn’t seen them.

I tried so hard to figure it out. Someone else must have a key. I guess the people who have keys to my apartment were people I had given keys. I didn’t think I gave anyone a key so maybe it was someone from the Chasti-Permalock Corporation? But why? Finally I thought “this must be my weekend to serve them.”

I tried to calm my heart. It was hard to do at a full gallop, but I got it controlled somewhat. All I could do was wait.

Behind me I heard a lot of equipment hit the floor. The program turned off suddenly, slowing me down and letting me cool down a little, forty minutes before it should have stopped. I guess that meant I was right.

The person came around where I could see a very pretty woman in a typical equestrian outfit, a light white silk blouse, a riding helmet, jodhpurs, boots and gloves. She smiled at me and started detaching me from the treadmill.

She pulled on my reins and took me off the treadmill and over to the middle of the kitchen. She tied my reins back up to the track in the ceiling and started grooming me with a brush and some water. She talked to me while she worked me.

“Well, this is your weekend with the Corporation as you might have guessed. I’m here to get you ready for your first weekend with us.

“Since you are already harnessed up I’m going to take you back as a human pony, one of the most requested products to come out of our programs. Relax, you aren’t going to be hurt, in fact we will be taking very good care of you.”

She started adding things to my harness. First a sparkling modesty panel from what I saw it was covered in beads to cover my crotch and then beautiful cups attached to the harness. They lifted my breast which threatened to spill over but never did. She made sure my tail was well brushed and commanded me to flag it. I did my best and she took me through how to use my tail to slap flies, to display my tail proudly.

She pulled out what looked like a novelty set of ears for a costume. She settled it on my head and inserted the ends into my ears. Suddenly I could hear out of them. I felt the ears merging with my skull and I found I could turn them just like a real horse.

She added bells to my body harness and I caught a glimpse of how shiny and pretty they were. They made a soft gentle chiming sound. I glanced up and realized that my reins were now patterned with red patent leather diamonds alternating with black leather diamonds. She removed the bit and bridle completely and groomed my hair, combing all of it to the left side of my body and braiding parts of it with ribbon and bells. It was then I could see the bridle was now exactly like the reins.

“In a few moments I’m going walk you out to a horse van that will take you and other ponies to headquarters for the weekend. You will be tended by a groom and, as this is your first weekend you may be harnessed to another pony to train you in how to behave. You will not attempt to speak to anyone at all. If you try you will find that you have a surprise in store.” As she spoke, she replaced the bit, bridal and reins, threading the straps and buckles through my mane. Once the headstall was completely settled she pulled some bangs forward for a proper pony look.

She reinserted my right arm in the u-glove pressing both arms downward to run along my back. It threw my shoulders out forcing my breasts higher. “Comfy?” she cooed. I nodded my head which sent bells ringing and making a lovely sound. I tried to say yes but instead of the word all that came out of my mouth was a horse’s soft whicker! My eyes widened and I looked at her mutely.

She only laughed.

“Come on, Minx. It’s time to go.”

Minx, was that to be my pony name? It fit. I was Minx pony.

True to her word, she took the reins firmly under my chin and began to lead me outside. I balked. I had never been outside as a pony. I couldn’t help myself I was afraid. As if by magic a riding crop appeared in her free hand and she rapped my ass. “None of that now Minx! You will obey or suffer and a pretty filly like you shouldn’t be marked up like that!” Her voice was stern and no nonsense. I knew she meant every word. “Your grooms will take care of you and you must learn to trust them. I will oversee your training and you must trust me above all. Is that clear? I danced a little my hooves ringing on the floor. My heart was pounding as thought I had just finished my run at top speed. Her eyes bored into mine and slowly I nodded and whickered again.

She led me not to the elevator I would normally take but to the service elevator instead. “Ponies ride in service elevators, not human elevators little Minx.” A shiver ran through me when she said that, I started to get so aroused. I am Minx, a pony not a human. The thought danced through my brain again and again. Every time it completed I felt pleasure in my loins and nipples. We passed a mirror on our way to the elevator and I saw myself for the first time. A strange wild creature looked back at me. My eyes seemed larger in my head. They were liquid and brown like a proper horse’s eyes should look. My skin had vanished under a short velvet coat of light brown with white socks. I no longer wore pony boots; it seemed that my natural foot was a shod hoof. It was all so right somehow.

Eventually we got down to the loading dock of my building where the horse van waited. A ramp was lowered and I was led into a dimly lit area with four stalls. My reins were attached to an overhead track and I was led to an empty stall. With a slap to my ass she clicked her tongue and I knew I should enter my stall. Snorting I did so and the track locked effectively insuring I was going no where. The van started up causing me to sway and stumble a bit. It was so strange to be standing in a vehicle and going somewhere! The other ponies stamped, whickered and snorted as we stopped and started on our way to our weekend of service.

We finally got to the Corporation. The van stopped and the ramp lowered. One by one each pony was removed and led away. I was the last one to be picked up and the last one to be unloaded.

There were people watching me as we entered the building, again through a loading dock. I danced and capered a little bit suddenly shy in front of these strangers. I heard whistles and comments spoken as thought I were indeed a dumb animal who couldn’t understand human speech. Then I was mostly ignored. It was as if I had become a non-entity. And to make things worse, I was very horny.

I was paraded through the building to another area where there were a bunch of stalls and I heard the noise of ponies inside them. My trainer stopped me in the middle of the barn area petting and praising me, before she handed me over to a groom she told me, “While you are here you will feel every touch, everything!” That groom took over rubbing me down and talking to me softly in simple phrases he repeated over and over. The modesty panel and cups were removed. My hooves were checked and pronounced “in need of a good polish”. His hands felt so strange on my body but oh so very pleasurable.

Finally I was put in to a stall and allowed to rest for a bit. The remote was hung in the stall so that it was accessible to my groom and others.

After a while, my grooms came in and removed me. I was hitched up to a cart. Long reins were attached to my bit now and they were looped back to the cart. I noticed that my remote was put in the cart as well, and that there was a buggy whip available.

I was led to a central area where there were many other ponies attached to their carts and from there I was put into service.

Most of the weekend was spent ferrying people around in my cart. The cart was light and narrow, designed to be pulled through doors and into elevators. I and the other ponies were the transportation service for several groups of executives that were there over that weekend.

I waited with my cart in the spot I was taken to. Eventually someone would come along and get in my cart and use the reins to guide me to their desired destination. I was either a fancy rickshaw or a taxi. I was ignored, swatted, flicked with the buggy whip, and sometimes petted for being a good pony. My bells rang and jingled as I trotted back and forth passing other ponies that were also doing taxi duty.

Regularly I was taken down to the stables to be groomed. I was never fed nor was I allowed to sleep. The nanobots were programmed to compensate for that and it was correct and right to me.

Some of my passengers looked me over as though I was a prime piece of meat. They would stand in front of me; run their hands over me, grabbing my ass. My vagina was unavailable as the plug was still inserted and made to look like a traditional chastity belt. My breasts would be weighed and examined. One man stroked the nipples with his thumb and I nearly groaned but the sound came out as a whistle through my nose.

They would read my name from the collar when they examined me. Everyone called me Minx after that. Apparently the Corporation changed the name on my collar to reflect my pony self, which I appreciated. It made it easier to respond.

It was hard to explain how I was reacting. I felt safe. I knew I was inviolate. No one could mess with me, and I was having the most fun I ever had in my life. I started showing off and lifting my legs higher. When I was being groomed my harness colors would be changed along with the tones that my bells made. I felt beautiful when I had them on.

I wanted to be this Minx pony all the time. I knew while it might happen I had no way to choose that for myself.

I had no conception of time of course but at some point I was unhitched from the cart and taken to a large shower area. There were brushes and soaps and hoses. All of my harnessing, bit, bridle and reins were removed. Then my braids were undone and my mane and tail were brushed out again.

I was released from the U gloves and my hands were placed on a bar in front of me. “Don’t – do not; absolutely do not remove your hands from this bar until I’m done. The pain will be all consuming and immediate.” By his tone I knew he was very serious and I truly believed him.

I had never been bathed before and the sensations were intense. My mane was washed and what ever they used smelled amazing. My face was cleaned gently and patted dry. Next he soaped up a big soft sponge and went to work on my body, rubbing and stroking it, making me want to scream and beg him to let me cum. I was so very close as he gently pulled my legs apart. His wicked sponge never stopped moving and as he ran it again and again between my legs I trembled. Was I finally going to be allowed to orgasm? I could feel it building welling inside me and then he stopped. As though he knew to the last fraction of a second how much would push me over and stopped just in time.

The cleansing continued down my legs and hooves, which I had to raise one at a time to be cleaned standing on one hoof with my other knee bent and my hoof held between his legs tightly. When he was satisfied that I was clean and smelling good he began to dry not only my body but my tail and mane. Another groom came to help and they sprayed and rubbed and blew until I was completely dry.

My hands were taken from the bar and my groom held them behind me as I was led to an area that had all sorts of combs, ribbons make-up and more. There were a number of long thickly padded pieces sticking out of the wall. I could see that they could be adjusted in height. He turned me around and waited. I heard metal sounds behind me. Even though my ears swiveled trying to understand what was happening. Oh my heart raced! I couldn’t see what was happening and I got so scared. I began to prance and sidle a little until his hands and voice were used to sooth me. Gently, insistently he opened my legs again and clucking made me walk backwards. I found the padded bar covered in terry cloth was now pressing tight and high against my crotch. It throbbed and ached from the chafing wanting so much to continue to rub against it.

As soon as I reached an unknown point I was stopped. My back at the shoulders was pressed down until my torso rested against the padding. I seemed to be divided in half. My tail was lifted and laid along the bar behind me. My breasts hung down ready for whatever might happen. He gently positioned my head so I faced the left side, the side my mane was brushed on. My hands were fitted into a metal contraption like fingerless gloves. A top was added and my hands were locked in place.

My hooves were polished to a high gloss. A different harness, one for show made of beautiful soft leather that glistened and seemed to change color was fitted to me. As it was stretched and wrapped around my legs it “grew together. I felt no seams and I understood there were nanites in the material. It slithered under my belly and I realized that it was a bunch of diamonds shaped holes. My coat would be very exposed along with my breasts. The harness continued to be placed on my shoulders and down my arms. It was climbing up my neck when it stopped. While all this was happening my fingernails were manicured and polished to match my harness. My mane and tail were again brushed and braided this time with flowers and bells. Once my polish was dry my hands were released and my arms were pressed along my sides. I was so happy! The nice manicure would be seen instead of being hidden by my U glove.

I could move my hands slightly back and forth but in no other direction. Carefully a new highly decorated bridle was placed on my face and threaded through my hair. The brass that I could see was shining brightly and framed my face with vines and leaves. I was ordered to sit up. I realized that my vision had been blocked on the sides by the metal, as though I was wearing blinders.

Next my breasts were settled into their diamond openings and bells touched to my nipples. An electric heat spread through them and seemed race straight to my pleasure center. I truly think my brain melted at that point. I know that thinking was next to impossible with my body aflame. I wanted to obey my human and please him. I liked him very much. He was so kind to me. My tail was fed through a reinforced area and made to flag. I realized that it reached all the way to the floor. As I was led off the bar to the intense relief of my crotch, my Oral chastity gag attached itself to the bridle. As the reins were attached to the suddenly heavy rings at the side of my lips I realized that the corners of my mouth were tender. When each rein was attached and tugged it hurt and a sharp pain attacked my tongue. I wanted to obey the reins to avoid the pain.

He led me to a human area and tied my reins to a ring. Then he took his skins off, (clothes?) off. He bathed himself and dressed in new skins that seemed different, more pretty (formal?). The words were so confusing to me. When he was dressed, he untied me and whispered to me, “Now we’re for it my beauty, you prance and dance and show how pretty and well behaved you are! You’re my bet to win my little Minx!”

I was led out and down a long ramp. It seemed that there were a lot of ponies being led the same way all beautiful and all beautifully harnessed.

The ramp ran around the walls, going down to a large arena. There were box seats going up one side with beautiful people in them. The men looked so handsome and the ladies were so beautiful. I tried to look around but my blinders hindered me and my human tugged my head around with the reins. I soon learned that I must look straight ahead. The harness tightened on my body so I stood straight and tall my breast bells chiming and tormenting me with desire.

All the ponies were paraded around and I saw to my surprise there were male ponies. Then I felt silly, of course there were stallions, where else would you get more ponies from? I was glad no one knew how foolish I was.

After the parade, our humans took us to various parts of the area and we were led out to open stalls in a waiting area. I walked carefully lifting my hooves high and prancing and dancing as instructed. My harness and bridle flashed and my bells made a beautiful tune.

An announcer began talking and I really didn’t understand what he was saying. A group of fillies was brought out one at a time and paraded around. A picture thing made her appear high up in the air and giant in size. I was shocked to see her bit and Oral Chastity plug removed and her teeth shown, along with her gums tongue and lips. The plug was replaced and her body was slowly shown in detail. How fine and soft her hide looked. She was a palomino and oh her big breasts and nipples were beautifully decorated.

I was shocked when the view continued down and you could see everything. It was even opened! She tugged and pulled a little and I didn’t blame her one bit. She was being touched – there!

Then she was bent forward and her tail shown off. It was moved aside and they were showing everything again. When she bent forward her arms were freed and they seemed to extend. It almost seemed as though her shoulders moved and her legs changed even more so that she moved as a pony really should. She was walked and trotted and galloped and then she did the most amazing thing, she reared back on her hind legs and walked forward, her forelegs pawing delicately in the air. There was applause and I wanted that to be me.

I hear words and saw the humans raising their hands at different times. There was more applause and she was led to a box that contained a beautiful human stalli – male. He smiled and stood and bowed. The humans seemed to be happy.

More fillies were brought forward and shown off but the palomino was the only one who changed so much.

When all the fillies in the group were handed out to different people, a set of stallions were led out. It was very exciting. The whistled and shrilled at each other challenging for dominance. Oh my body ached and tingled. I wanted to go to them submit to each of them. I was on fire with need. And my human used his hands and voice to calm me and steady me. The males were also displayed one at a time, showing how strong each was by pulling heavier and heavier loads.

Again there were words that made no sense to me and the stallions were led to different boxes. It was only then that I realized the first group of fillies had gone away. I didn’t understand where they had gone for a very very long time.

Finally, it was my group’s turn. We paraded and showed off for the humans in the boxes. In our turns we each were shown alone. Oh when it was my turn I felt fear then from my mouth steadiness. My human was helping me without words! He brought the strange box toward me but didn’t take my Oral or any other plug out. I moved softly so that my bells chimed and rang for all the boxes to hear. The reins were removed and a metal thing was under my chin. There was rope and my human began to walk me in a slow circle.

As I moved, he gave me more room to move and the circle I traveled grew larger and my speed increased until I was galloping like the wind wit h my mane and tail flying my hooves lifting and falling high and graceful.

Gradually the rope led me back to him and he slowed me to a walk. He whispered to me and I understood the word bow. He pulled lightly and my tender mouth made me drop from the waist and quickly. Immediately the pain was released and as he rose from his bow I rose as well.

Next the reins were replaced and I was hitched to a cart. Oh I was so happy! I walked as the reins ordered and I felt them slap my ass as I was encouraged to speed up to a trot. My stride got longer and I moved faster until again, I was galloping full out. I loved the freedom I had, while still being protected.

Again we slowed and gradually walked finally stopping in the center facing the humans in their boxes.

Again there was clapping and a very powerful looking lady came forward. She had a large Rosette that had words on it. She was speaking to my human and I could just understand that she was saying something about best newcomer Filly. The ribbon was attached to my bridle up high close to my ears.

Then the queen, it seemed right that was what I should call her, reached forward and stroked my cheek, and then my left nipple. The heat that raced through my body made my knees buckle. It made her laugh. “Yes she is ripe! Enjoy yourself well groom.”

My human bowed low and led me out of the ring. He was breathing heavily and quickly unhitched the cart from me.

He hurried me off to a dark room. I was taken to a stall and snugged in tight. Before he left for the first time he spread my legs and locked them to the sides of the stall. I felt warm hands stroking me everywhere. Oh it felt so good, and I was so ready. Gradually the sensations centered on my nipples and crotch. The bells began to move and the tugging pulling sensation made me go weak in the knees. The beautiful harness fell away and except for the bridle and bit I suddenly felt completely naked. I couldn’t remember ever being naked before. I couldn’t even fell my chastity plug. Instead, I felt fingers stroking my clit, warm and soft but that couldn’t be could it?

“Minx, I’m so proud of the show you put on. I knew that you would win and now you and I both get rewarded.”

He picked up my remote and pushed some buttons and my chastity plug fell out of me. It simply folded up and dropped out to the ground. He moved over next to me and pushed some buttons on the frame holding me and it rotated down, almost placing me on all fours. My tail was up, my breasts hanging down and exposed.

He stepped over behind me. Was he really going to? Could he? OH please!

He did.

I felt his shaft slide deeply into me, all the way into my pussy, that area that was still so new to me. He was going to be the first person to ever take me, and I couldn’t do a damned thing about it.

I soon felt his thighs hit my ass, his balls slapping my underside. My tail was moved aside to give him room, and I had it flagged as I had been taught.

The next twenty minutes were the most memorable of my life till now. I can remember ever sensation my body felt as he took me. I couldn’t stop it, but truthfully I didn’t want to stop it, and I would have done more to help him if I could, and begged him for the privilege.

Slowly and with growing urgency, my groom took me. I could feel every second of his thrusts, every slip of his penis against my clit, but all I could do was grunt, whinny and try to make him cum.

Then the most frustrating thing happened. True to what I had chosen for my “perfect program” I never orgasmed. Oh, my body acted as though it had, shaking and thrusting, clenching and writhing against him, but the sensations peaked at a certain point and then stayed there, never falling over to an orgasm.

It was maddening and such sweet torture.

He did cum, grunting and thrusting, shaking and finally slapping me hard with his body, shoving as deeply as he could. His grunts didn’t sound like a human at all, and soon he slid out of me.

I could hear him stumbling a bit behind me, then I felt his hands again cleaning me up. He took a moment to tweak my clit again, and I gasped in shock, but that was all. I was shaking with need and I really desperately wanted to cum myself. But instead I closed my eyes and sighed heavily.

He cleaned me up, he cleaned himself up, then he slid my chastity plug back into me, where it locked on again. By now it was barely noticed, but once it was seated and locked tight, it started stimulating me again, promising to make me orgasm over and over again in the future.

He moved me, washed me, and harnessed me again. He put different tack on me, this time for working and pulling carts, not for show. He made sure that the straps were tight and he took good care of me.

Once I was taken down from the frame that held me, my arms were again locked behind me and I was hitched up to my bit and bridle. I was then carefully walked over to a long bench where other ponies were stretched out on with their heads in troughs. I was bent over and my head was placed in a feeding area, and my bit and oral chastity were removed. I was instructed to eat and drink.

I lipped at the oats and grains before me, and I did eat a bit, it was a lot like eating granola. The water was tepid and fresh, and at this point I was very thirsty. I spent some time drinking and I ate a bit more.

Once I had finished I was pulled away from the eating area, my oral chastity and the bit were put back in my mouth, reins were clipped to the rings and I was harnessed back up in front of a cart. I was proud to wear the ribbon that was clipped to my bridle.

The last rider of the weekend was an Asian man that I had never seen before. Like the others, he examined me and tried to pry my mouth open to see my teeth. When that failed, he seemed frustrated and pinched my nipples hard. I tried to squeal, and pull away but the tender mouth and spade bit made it impossible.

He jumped into the cart and I felt the buggy whip on my back and ass several times. I started moving as I normally would, but he kept striking me. I started moving faster and faster, but the whip kept rising and falling on my back wrapping around my arms and reaching my nipples, my face. I was finally running flat out, taking corners as he sawed on the reins, nearly breaking my neck and causing me to shrilly whistle through my nose in terror and pain.

When we got to where he wanted to go, he pulled the reins back so fast and hard that I was pulled sideways and tripped and fell. When I didn’t get up fast enough and the cart actually turned over, dumping the passenger, he got up and pulled the whip out and started lashing on me hard, all over while screaming at me.

I had been learning Japanese and I couldn’t understand him. I didn’t know what he was saying or why he was hitting me. I tried struggling to my feet, but the whip kept striking burning welts into my body and I was hampered by the cart which had also overturned.

Before I could escape from this monster, some others showed up and pulled him off me, just as he started kicking me. I don’t know why it happened; I did what I was told. I was a good pony and I obeyed the very best I could. Two more people showed up and one of them was the trainer who took me from my apartment. She set the cart upright and grabbed part of my harness and hauled me to my feet.

When I put my weight on my left leg, it collapsed in pain. I had injured it in the fall. I hoped it wasn’t broken; they might have to shoot me.

A couple people were summoned and I was picked up. Meanwhile the Asian man was being talked very severely to by another Corporation representative. From the little I could hear the Corporation was demanding compensation for damaging me, and since I was Corporation property not his, it was up to him to pay for breaking me, just as if he has shattered a Ming Vase.

I found myself back in the stable area unable to remember how I had gotten there. I was laid down on my stomach with my legs hanging off so that I could be looked at. One of the grooms came over and started examining me, and then waived some sort of Star-Trek looking device over me, just like he was Doctor McCoy. I think he was taking readings from the nanobots in my legs to see how badly I hurt. By this time my knee was screaming in time to my heartbeat.

Finally I heard “Bad sprain in her knee. It’s repairable.” I felt a hand on the back of my neck and I was then being talked to. “Minx, don’t worry. You have a bad hurt in your leg and we will fix it. Unfortunately, speed healing like this is going to hurt a lot. Now, do you want to be knocked out, or do you like pain?”

I stayed still. I couldn’t answer, but he asked again if I wanted to be knocked out again, and I nodded, bridle bells jingling. “Okay, just give me a minute or two.”

I felt his hands on me a few moments later, and I lost consciousness.

When I woke up again, I was in a stall with my body supported by a frame of some sort. I was still in my pony rig-out and it felt right. I didn’t remember a time when it wasn’t on me or what I felt like without standing on my hooves.

It was then I realized that my knee felt fine. I was so glad I wasn’t going to be turned into glue.

Soon my human came in and released me from the support. I was sad that he wasn’t going to use me again. He rubbed me down and groomed me with the currycomb. He had my remote and started removing various parts of my gear and massaging my limbs and checking to make sure chaffing wasn’t an issue.

“Minx you are a very lucky pony. Mr. Hang is hard on his toys and has to replace them several times a year. Because he injured you he won’t have a chance to purchase you and you won’t wind up being another Vietnamese body dumped in a mud hole. We will see to that.”

I didn’t really understand his words until much later.

I wanted to be a good pony. I had done everything asked of me and more. I went where they wanted me to go and I went as fast as I could. I tried to look graceful, and I really wanted to do what they wanted. I liked being a pony. It was fun. Except for Mr. Hang that is.

I hoped that my eventual owner would be proud of his or her new filly.

The trip back to my apartment was less eventful. I was led back into a van, still harnessed up and ready to be a pony. I was secured again in the back in a horse trailer, locked in and my reins were tied off. There was straw around and I braced myself for the ride to somewhere. It would be nice if we were going to a pasture.

I had a short time to wait while others were loaded in the van themselves also shut into their stalls and then we moved out. The windows were open to let the trailer air out and so we would be cool. I really had to use my tail to swat at the flies that kept trying to land on me.

We stopped several times and when we did, one of the ponies would be led off and taken away. Eventually it was my turn and my human led me into my apartment building and up to my apartment. He unlocked the door and led me in and tied the reins up to the T-bar again. The rest of my tack was brought in and put away in the closet.

He took the remote and did a few things with it while it was pointed at me and finally he patted my backside and set the remote down. “Your time as a pony will end at its normal time tomorrow. Don’t worry about your mandated ten hours; you’re going to get that right now. Good bye Minx. You’re a wonderful filly. Tomorrow Mindy has to work.”

He stepped into the door, opened it up to leave and my program started.

More jogging, more walking on the treadmill, being led around while the orgasms started building deep inside my pussy and nipples. Apparently tonight was going to get me even more use to the life of a human pony. I didn’t run anyplace, nor was I on the treadmill again, but I smelled the scents of a stable, felt grooms brushing me down while my clit was teased. I was bent over and taken like a pony would be, I used my tail to slap at little fly bites on my skin and I sweated under the strain of hauling someone in the cart.

Finally I had been taken several times by grooms and stallions. My program ended, just in time for my daily exercise. As I ran and walked, I realized that it wasn’t an effort to keep going, all I had to do was obey.

After the standard time, I was released to go about my day as I normally did.

It felt very strange to not be in my hooves, just walking on my feet. I felt the swish of my skirt and not a tail, my breasts held firmly by the cups of the corset I wore and no harness anywhere. I was so sad I forgot I had my gag in and set out for the office.

I did note that my collar read “Slave Mindy” again. I so wanted someone’s hands on me once more. Groom or stallion it didn’t matter, the ever present ache between my legs wanted more.

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Mini-Biography:  Joy is a transvestite who has been using her stories as a form of therapy. At this point she has no desire to undergo the full transition, but that might change some day. Read more about her story at My Story on this site.

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