I sigh not knowing what to do, no job and unable to pay my rent, I'm now looking at an eviction letter, one month to find somewher new to live and some form of income.

Checking my emails I find a message from my uncle. I'm a bit surprised he even has my address, I never speak to him, no one in the family does, all I know about him is that he's a bit eccentric and owns a farm somewhere in the middle of nowhere and keeps to himself. Curious I open the email.

"Dear nephew

I hear that you are in need of work and a place to live, I can't offer much in the way of pay but I can give you a place to live rent free and I can offer meals every day if you come and work for me on the farm." How did he even know of my situation? Does that really matter? This is the miracle I've been looking for, sure I don't know much about working on a farm but it's a job and it comes with a home and food. Without really thinking about it, what's is there to think about, I immediately respond thanking him and accepting his offer and begin making arrangements.

Two weeks later and most of my stuff is in storage. I wheel out my suitcase and carry the documents that mybuncle sent me to sogn and close the door of my previous home one last time, placing the keys through the letter box I turn and walk to my uncles car. He steps out and places my suitcase into the boot and I climb in the passenger seat and hand over the paperwork to my uncle. The car ride is long and quiet, every now and then my uncle asks a question about my life, about friends, how often I see family, who knows about my situation, that sort of thing. I also ask about how the farm is and how busy it gets.

"It has its moments, I'm sure I'll find something to keep you busy and earn your keep." As we pull up I go to take my suitcase out of the boot.

"Leave it for now, I'll get it later, first let's eat." He guides me into the cottage and shows me around, weirdly I don't see a room for myself, I'm guessing that there's another building somewhere for me to stay in. We sit and eat together, the company is strange after living on my own for so long. As we finish eating my uncle stands.

"Oh before I forget I forgot to send you one form that needs signing." He slides a small document across the table and hands me a pen, feeling a bit tired I quickly sign it so that we can get things sorted and I can get settled.

"So, do you want to take a look around, see where you'll be working and then I'll show you to your new home." I nod and we get up and take the tour. The open fields surrounded by trees and the sounds of the outdoors feel peaceful, unlike the noise and rushing of the city. As we walk I begin to feel relaxed and slightly tired, it has been a long day and the environment is so peaceful. As we walk to the barns my legs start to feel heavy, my knees feel weak and my head starts spinning as my eyelids struggle to stay open. I feel my uncles hand gently pushing against my back, guiding me to an open stable.

"And this is your new sleeping quarters." I look around, my foggy mind slowly realising what he said and I turn to him in confusion as my legs give out, the world goes and I fall to the straw covered floor.

I awake still laying on the straw but things feel weird, I feel a breeze flow over my skin and my vision is obscured as two panels block my sight of anything to my sides. I moan in confusion and try to call for my uncle but the words that come out of my mouth are garbled as I feel the bit between my teeth, held on my face by some sort of harness. As I try to move I find my arms are pinned behind my back in some sort of sleeve. As I move I hear a jingling sound and feel pain in my nipples. Looking down I see that theyve been pierced and have small bells hanging from rings. As I continue to look over my body i see that my feet are locked inside heavy boots, which force them to point down at an angle, as if wearing a pair of tail high heels, the soles of which are like hooves and lack anything to support the ankle. As I look down I also sew a shiny metal device around my crotch, covering my cock and looping behind my balls, attached to the device is yet another bell. I manage to sit on my ass and moan into my gag and drool begins to seep out of my mouth as I try to figure out what the fuck is going on.

"Ah, you're awake. How do you like your new home?" I look at him with a mixture or confusion and fear.

"You see I really needed a new work horse and you really needed a new place to stay and some work, so it seems that the stars have alined and we can both get what we want." I moan through my bit, I'm not a horse you nutjob!

"You will have plenty to do around the farm, plowing the fields, pulling carts, transporting goods, pulling my personal cart around, even the odd race. At night the farmhands will wash you and feed you. If you are good they'll even fuck you, which you'll want soon enough, as your cock is never coming out of that chastity cage, so that will be your 9nly way of gaining any relief." I look down and moan sadly at my trapped cock as it twitches and tries desperately to get hard in its prison.

"Let's get you standing so you can start learning how to use your new feet." At this he starts walking towards me, part of me wants to try and get away but there's nothing I can do as he attaches leather straps around my shoulders and I'm pulled to my feet, my bells jingling as I move, and the straps are secured tightly to the wall keeping my standing upright and straight, the muscles in my legs immediately begin to hurt as I struggle to balance on my toes. I moan uncomfortably into my gag, almost pleading with my uncle to have mercy. He looks at me sympathetically.

"I know it's uncomfortable but you need to learn how to stand and walk so you can be a useful pony and work on the farm." With that he leaves and I'm left alone to wobble and struggle painfully to stand as my muscles cry out.

My eyes blink open as I hear birds singing and the room is lit by sunlight, my legs burn with pain as the straps holding me dig into my armpits, I moan as I put my weight fully back onto my toes and my leg muscles scream in pain. I'd been left standing like this for the whole day and night, eventually falling asleep through the pain while standing. My whole body hurts, my shoulders ache from my arms being bound behind my back. My back aches from trying to support my new standing position and my legs burn as the muscles are forced to stretch and hold my weight in new ways. On top of that my cock strains painfully as my morning wood is crushed against the hard cold metal of the chastity cage.

As I stand unable to take the weight off of my exhausted legs I feel preasure in my bladder. I move my legs and try to hold it in but I quickly give up and with a disgusted moan my warm piss flows between my legs, splashing over my boots, drops of my piss hitting my legs as it falls. With no choice I wait in my puddle of piss for someone to arrive and release me.

I hear the stable door open, unable to see I turn to see my uncle enter.

"Morning boy." He stops as if realising something, maybe how crazy all this is.

"I really should come up with a name for you. Maybe I'll figure out what to call you during todays training. I hope you had a good rest as you have a long day ahead of you." I moan into my gag, I don't want any of this, I just want to rest. I watvh as my uncle attaches reins to my gag and pulls on them forcing my head to move forward. He then undoes the straps under my shoulders, I struggle to remain on my feet as my head is held tightly. With a tug I'm forced to move forward, every step is slow and painful as I try not to fall over and my aching muscles protest with every movement. We do several laps of the barn before I'm led to a trough full of water. I feel the gag leave my mouth and I move my stiff jaw around.

"Please I don't like this, I don't..." I scream as I feel a sting across my ass followed by several more as the riding crop smacks me hard.

"Horses don't talk or get a say in how they live. If I were you I'd behave and learn how to be a good and productive pony or I'll have no use for you and you don't want to know what happens to useless animals on a farm. Now drink, I don't want you getting dehydrated while we're out." Out, he's taking me outside like this? Feeling thirsty and seemingly without any choice in the matter I lower my head and start drinking the cool water. After a while I raise my head and feel the bit gag return to my mouth, as he tugs my rains telling me to move forward toward the stable door I look at him pleadingly. I feel a rough tug pulling me forwards, I wobble and struggle not to lose balance as I take several fast steps, not wanting to risk falling over I continue to walk behind him as I'm led out, my hooves making a loud noise against the floor as I step onto the hard ground outside, that combined with the jingling bells make me unable to go unnoticed and my cheeks begin to glow with embarrassment. I moan painfully as the crop smacks my ass once again.

"Knees up." I raise my legs with each walk as I try to lift my knees. I feel another smack on my ass.

"Higher." I try to raise them higher, bringing them as high as possible with every step. As we continue to walk my uncle continues to hit my ass every time I fail to get my knees high enough.

Reaching a patched of fenced off dirt we stop, I take the time to rest, heavy breathes flowing between my bit gag. As I'm led into the area I see a large pole with another pole coming off of it at 90 degrees. I'm walked to the pole and my reins are attached. My rest is interrupted as the pole start turning and pulls my forward, as I walk my uncle watches, his crop striking my ass every time I slow or don't lift my knees, each hit making me cry out in my gag, despite for a break.

Finally the pole stops and I slowly came to an exhausted holt. I breathe heavily as I'm unhooked and led over to a bench l. Uncle sits down and sighs tiredly, before reaching into a bag and pulling out a bottle of water. I feel my gag fall out of my mouth and before I can speak the water begins to pour into my mouth, not that I mind as I greedily gulp the refreshing liquid down, the drunk helping cool my sweating body.

"You worked up quite the sweat this morning, time for a break and then we have more training." As the bit is shoved back into my mouth I moan in exhaustion, all my body wants is rest and I'm apparently only halfway through the day. I feel a tug as I'm once again hooked up to the pole. I flinch slightly as I feel my uncle stroke my head and run his hand along my back, the feeling of any form of contract making me moan happily.

"I'll be back soon. You wait here and rest." What!? Wait here? In the open? Like this? My heart races with fear as I hear my uncle walk away. The gate opening and closing behind him. As I stand the wind blows against my naked body making me feel exposed and helpless. I pull on my reins and struggle against my armbinder and stomp my hooves but only end up tiring myself out even more. Exhausted I stand and do as my uncle told me and rest. As I stand i feel pressure building in my bladder and once again I'm forced to piss myself, this time in full view of anyone who passes by, I move my head around in an attempt to hide my shame but there's nowhere to hide from my humiliating dehumanisation as I'm forced to stand in the open and piss onto the ground like the animal I now am.

My ears perk as I hear someone walking up behind me, I flinch as I feel a hand stroke my back.

"It's alright boy. It's just me." I moan in relief, feeling of him stroking my back is strangely comforting. He unhooks my reins and I'm led away down another dirt path. We stop next to a cart, I stand still as my uncle retreaves a harness made of leather straps and begins to attach it to my body, the straps tightening around my shoulders, chest, stomach and between my legs. I'm led by my reins to the front of the cart and my harness is attached in various places to thick strips of leather and a longer set of reins are clipped to my bit gag. I hear my uncle climb into the front of the cart and feel a slight tug on the reins. Not sure what to do I start to walk forward, I struggle to move as I take the weight of the cart but after a few steps we get moving, judging by the lack of any punishment I did the right thing.

As we reach a turning I feel a tug on the right of my gag and turn off onto a long straight dirt track. I cry out as I feel a sudden sting on my ass, not from a crop, it felt more like a whip.

"Faster boy!" I feel another sting against my ass and pick up speed in hopes of avoiding another, my bells jingling loudly as I run, every time I slow to try and rest or regain my balance I feel the sting of the whip forcing me to keep going, by the time I feel the hard tug on my reins telling me to stop my lungs are on fire, as sweat drenchs my body and my legs burn in agony.

"Good boy. Just a nice slow trot for now." I begin walking and pulling the cart again at the feel of my reins tugging and slowly regain my breath as my uncle enjoys a peaceful ride in the countryside.

Eventually we arrive at the barns and I feel another hard tug and come to a stop and stand still as my uncle climbs off and I feel his hand stroke my back as if saying well done.

"Good work boy, you've done well on your firat day." I feel weirdly pleased at the news of doing a good job and smile behind my gag as I'm unhooked from the cart and my harness is removed. I obediently follow as I'm led back to the stable and shut inside. I feel slightly relieved at being back inside and out of view and also at the ability to rest. As I relax I suddenly feel a pressure in my bowels, I panic slightly, what do I do? I look around the stable and see nothing but straw. Without any options I hurry over to a corner and sqaut down, I moan in a combination of relief and disgust and humiliation as i go to the toilet like an animal and I hear my shit land onto the straw floor followed by a stream of piss, the smell now lingering in the air as I move away from that part of the room. Exhausted I lean against the wooden wall and slowly slide down finally taking the weight off of my feet, as I land I lose balance and fall onto my side, to tired to try and get up I just stay there and stare at my new home with no thoughts in my mind.

I jump as I hear the stable door open, I lay helplessly on the floor still unable to get up.

"Come on boy, dinner time." I feel hands gripping me and helping me up to my feet. I'm slowly walked over to a trough and my uncle pours a thick slop into it. I recoil atbthe sight and feel my gag be removed from my mouth.

"Eat up." I stare at my uncle as if saying you expect me to eat that? He raises his crop.

"Don't ruin your good behaviour." My empty stomach rumbles demanding to be feed after a day of exercise and without any real choice I lower my head and begin to eat the thick oaty slop. As I do I feel a hand give my back reassuring and comforting strokes.

"Good boy. Your food has all the vitamins, minerals, carbs, fats and protein that you'll need to keep going for a full day's work, you will be feed twice a day from now one, once in the morning before you start the day and once in the evening when you get back from work. During the autumn and winter you'll be feed extra to fatten you up a bit so you can keep warm. You will also be given plenty of carrots as snacks during the day if you're good." I barely take in what is being said as my hunger takes over and I greedily eat up the slop from the trough, as I rise a give a small burp before my gag is put back in place.

I'm led to a hook on the wall and my reins are attached leaving me unable to move from the spot I'm standing in as my uncle leaves. I pull on the reins and move my hooves, as if being trapped in this stable wasn't restricting enough. Uncle quickly returns carrying a bucket and cloth. I flinch as I feel a wet wipe run over my ass cleaning it after my business. I then feel warm soapy water run over my body from the wet cloth as he begins to wash my body, the water washing away all the dirt and sweat I'd collected over the course of the day. I moan in pleasure as I begin to feel cleaner and happy to be receiving such kind treatment. As he washes around my crotch i feel my cock try to get hard and moan with need into my gag.

"Someone is getting a bit excited." I moan back at him with building frustration as my cock strains as he moves on from my crotch to clean my legs. I feel the now cold water roughly rubbed off me by a towel and I feel my uncle stroke my back once more as he brushes my hair.

"That's a good boy, all nice and clean now, I need my pony looking nice a presentable don't we. Now time for your reward for being so good today." Hear his trousers undo and I feel his hard cock against my asscheck, overcome with desire I buck slightly and stomp my hoof as I stick out my ass invitingly. I have no idea what has come over me, maybe it was something in the food but I'm lost in a lustful need and I don't care how I get it. I moan with pleasure as I feel his cock slowly push itself inside me, filling my ass. His hands grab my hips and he begins moving in and out, each thrust causing me to moan into my gag and my cock to strain harder in its cage, my hips moving in time with each thrust pushing him deeper inside as my breathing becomes deep and quick and the barn is filled with the sound of my bells rings and my voice moaning. As I feel my uncle cum deep in my ass I'm rocked my a body shaking orgasm as cum shoots out of my caged cock onto the straw below.

My head is dizzy with orgasmic bliss as I feel his cock slide out and as he unhooks my reins he gently strokes my back as he lowers me to the floor.

"Good boy. Time to rest now. Have a good nights sleep and I'll see you bright and early in the morning." As he leaves the light in the stable is switched off leaving me in darkness as my exhaustion takes over and I fall into a deep sleep.

3 days later:

I stand with my reins hooked to the wall after finishing my evening meal. My legs are beginning to get used to their permanent new position and I'm learning how to balance and be more confident in my steps. I hear the stable door open and hear the bucket of warm water and moan in delight as I feel the soapy wet cloth rub over my sweaty body. However it feels different, the cleaning doesn't feel the same as the last few times. Regardless as usual once the cloth reaches my balls and locked cock I moan lustfully and desire builds in my body.

"Good boy. Let's get you all cleaned up." I freeze, it's not my uncle washing my naked body but a stranger, the humiliation embarrassment of my situation only seeming to make me feel even more horny as I'm rubbed dry by the towel and the stranger strokes my back.

"I hear that you've been good today. Would you like your reward?" Despite not knowing who this person is I need relief and push out my ass invitingly. I moan into my gag as their cock enters me and begins to fuck my ass, quickly cumming in a mixture of joy and humiliation.

2 weeks later:

Having finished my breakfast I'm led out of my stable by one of the farmhands, I'm starting to get used to them seeing me, I'm starting to get used to been seen like this in general, no longer feeling much shame at being naked or led around like an animal. The farmhand hands my reins to my uncle who smiles at me and strokes my cheeks affectionately.

"You've made good progress in your training. I've decided to keep you full-time. You are to be my work horse from now one." I feel a strange sense of pride in being so valued, even if I'm still not fully on board with being a work horse, not that I seem to have a choice in the matter and behaving means less whippings and more rewards in the evening. My thoughts leave my mind as I feel a tug on my reins and I obediently start to follow my uncle.

After a bit of a walk we enter a small clearing with a fire burns. My head is pulled down and my reins secured to a fence forcing me to bend over and stick my ass out in the air and on full display. As I wait I look put over the fields and almost wish I was walking or running in them rather than be restrained like this. I suddenly feel a hot agonising burning pain on my right ass check and scream and bite down onto my bit gag. As the hot metal is passed hard into my flesh I pull on my reins and stomp my left hoof as tears well in my eyes and the smell of burning flesh fills my senses.

Eventually the metal brand is removed and I feel a hand stroke my back reassuringly as cool water is poured over my right cheek.

"You did great. You are now market as my property." Through my tears, pain and heavy breathing part of me feels strangely pleased and proud to be his property, to be valued and wanted and to have a mark showing that fact.

1 month later:

As I arrive led by a farmhand, exhausted from a morning dragging a plow across the field, I see my uncle and a stranger standing by my stable.

"Here he is." The stranger looks me over and smiles.

"What a healthy specimen you have. Those strong legs are quite impressive. I'm sure they'll be fine with the procedure." I listen somewhat confused but ultimately unconcerned with what humans talk about, I don't really have a say in matters and I can't join in the conversation so I just tend to ignore anything that isn't directed at me. My uncle takes my reins and leds me towards a strange building that I've never been to before. As we enter my hooves echo loudly though the room as I'm brought to a large plastic sheet covering the floor. I'm guided down to a laying position and my uncle strokes my back as I feel a sudden sting in my shoulder and the world goes black.

I awake in my stable and feel a pain in my shoulders. It takes me a few minutes to notice but I'm laying flay in my back and can't feel my arms, nor the armbinder they've been trapped in for my stay here. I panic slightly and as I do I also realise that my mouth is empty and the familiar feel of the bit gag is missing. I go to speak or make some noise but barely any noise comes out, certainly nothing remotely resembling words. I nolonger need the gag on because I'm nolonger able to speak at all.

"You're awake boy. It's ok, don't be scared or frightened. I know it can be a bit of a shock but you only lost things that you were never going to use again. This will help you to fully accept your new life and existence." I feel my uncles hand stroke my body and close my eyes as his touch calms me down. He helps me to my feet and guides me over to my water as he places my meal down into my trough. Thirsty and dry throated I drink down the water, part of me hoping that it would somehow bring my voice back, and then hungrily eat up my food, it feels like I haven't eaten in days, maybe i haven't.

After eating I'm hooked up in my normal spot amd washed, the lack of my restrained arms making it an easier process as I feel my back wiped and scrubbed. I then feel the familiar feeling of a cock sliding into my ass and I manage to let out a moan from my mute mouth as I am rewarded for my lost limbs and voice.

Now alone I lay in the dark, my mind thinking about what has been done to me. I don't know if I ever thought I'd return to a normal life but these permanent changes to my body feel like a sign that I'm never going back to my old life, I'm to be treated this way like an animal for the rest of my life, I'm nothing but an animal now, living in a barn and reliant on people to look after me, made to pull carts, eating out of troughs and having going to the toilet on the ground where ever I am. This is my existence now, there's no going back.

6 months later:

The days are dark and the air is freezing but I'm still made to work outside, every now and then my body shivers and my bells give a little jingle, which is suppose is festive for the time of year. The fat I've gained from months of extra feeding has helped somewhat with keeping warm and the farmhands make sure that I'm feed plenty of carrots to keep my energy up as I struggle in the cold weather and try to grip the frozen ground with my hooves. After my morning shift I'm brought back to my stable rather than be left tied up somewhere while the humans take their breaks. I love having the chance to warm up my frozen body and get a drink.

Pulling up with the cart full of objects I stand breathing hard, the air from my gagged mouth visible with every breath, as the icy wind turns my sweat cold, at least it's not raining, hailing or snowing. The fat I've put on over the last few months has helped me stay somewhat warm in the winter months but i do long for my warm stable, some food, the touch of a warm body as I'm washed and fucked and to crawl up on the straw covered floor with a blanket over me.

As I stand waiting for the cart to be unloaded I feel preasure in my bladder and without thinking or feeling disgusted or ashamed I start pissing where I stand, not caring as people walk passed me as my stream creates a small puddle on the ground. I've long since abandoned any sense of dignity and now just go like the animal that I am, only humans care about such things, horses just go where they stand. The farmhand around me also don't seem to care as they unload my cart, why should they, it's normal behaviour for an animal.

I feel my harness unhook from the cart and the straps loosen as it's removed and I smile behind my bit gag as I feel a tug on my reins, I'm going back to my stable. I shake my body as I feel the warmth of my home, my long ponytail brushing against my upper back as I move. I step in happily and start to warm up as my bit is removed, although I can't speak I still wear it when on duty. I trot over to my water trough and take a long drink as I hear my extra large meal pour into the feeding trough.

Full and warmed up I moan happily as I feel the warm soapy water and the warm hands of the farmhand clean away yet another day's worth of sweat and dirt and brush my ponytail of dirt and tangles. The best part though is when their warm body mounts me and I'm brought to orgasm as their warm cum fills up my insides.

Laying down I feel the warm blanket carefully placed over my body before I'm left the rest for the next day of hard work.

1 and a half years later:

I enjoy the feeling of the warm sun as it shines on my body, glistening off my sweaty musclar body, while I pull my master's cart. As I trot along the dirt tracks blindly following the directions of my rains I enjoy the scenery, the sounds of the birds singing and the trees moving in the wind and the exercise in the lovely weather, the warm sun on my skin and the light breeze carrying the smells of flowers and dirt and bark. Every now and then a move my head to swing my long mane like ponytail across my back to brush away any flies that land on me.

I love my simple farm life, I get a nice warm home, plenty of food, lots of exercise outdoors, daily washes and lots of sex, what more could one want? Life as a pony is wonderfully simple, hard work sometimes, especially plowing the fields, but simple, there's no rent, not shopping for food, no cooking, no commuting, not even social rules. I'm very happy as a mindless animal, I never have to think about anything, I just follow my reins and trust that my master and farmhands know what's best, which they always do.

As I feel the sting of the whip against my ass I smile behind my bit gag as I start to run. Life is good and I have the best job ever.

10 years later:

Things are strange, the farm is much more quiet than usual and i have less work, I seem to be spending more and more time in my stable. Used to working all day I pace around my home trying to use up my pent up energy, part of my feels frustrated as I just want to run or pull a cart, anything but be trapped in my stable all day.

As my door opens I turn to see my master and I stomp my hoof trying to tell him that I need to burn off some energy. He smiles at me, the smile looks strangely sad as he strokes my back lovingly and pulls on my rains. Happy to finally get out of my stable I trot along happily. As we walk the farm feels weirdly empty and unsettling.

We come to a stop and I see a large horse box, I'd been in one a few times when master takes me to race other ponies like myself, I never win but it's very fun to race others like me and interact with them. Part of me wishes that master would get me a mate. As I stand obediently waiting instruction a stranger walks up to me and begins to look me over, his hand running over my body, my strong muscular legs especially, I give out a small moan at the feeling of being touched.

"I'll take him, I have a stud who would love to have a mate like him. Going to have to rebrand him though." I watch as the man hands over a large envelope and my master takes out the money and quickly counts it and then shakes the strangers hand and hands him some documents. The stranger takes my reins and tugs on them, I mindlessly follow him into the horse box where I'm put in my harness and hooked up so that I don't fall over. I panic slightly as the door slams shut and my slow and unthinking animal mind finally pieces together what is happening. I pull on my restraints as the horse box starts to move. Like with the rest of my pony life I have no say in what happens to me and I stop struggling against my straps as I focus on keeping upright. My mind races wondering where I'm going and what is in store for me at my new home. My new owner did mention something about a mate, at that thought my cock strains in its cage as I grow eager to meet him.

Epilogue:

15 years later:

I awake, my tired and stiff body resting against the mates large warm and muscular body, as I feel his large cock enters my stretched out gapping ass. I lay still and moan as his warm breath hits the back of my neck as he pounds into me energetically, no matter how old we both get he never seems to lose his stamina when he's horny, which is at least once or twice a day. I moan joyfully as we both cum together, his head nuzzling me affectionately, despite being much bigger, wider and stronger than I am he is a very loving and caring partner, along with always mounting me when the mood takes him he makes sure to help me and look after me, giving me affectionate nuzzles and always allowing me to crawl up against him to sleep. He was a great comfort when I moved to this farm, I had a lot to get used to with my new owners, the worst being that due to the large number of ponies I 0nly get washed every couple of days, but every morning and evening he was there for me, I couldn't ask for a better mate.

Despite neither of us being able to speak we quickly developed a bond with each other. From what I can tell from overhearing the farmhands the farm tried pairing him up with several ponygirls only he didn't respond to any of them and there were plans to castrate him before I was found on the market, I'm glad that they didn't. Once the farm owner brought me and introduced me to him he responded to me straight away, he mounted me for the first time that night. Since then we've been almost inseparable, the two of us bonding for life and forming a loving relationship as the farms two gay ponies.

He even refused to leave my side when I was badly ill several years ago, he just laid by my side as I slept. Part of me thinks that it was his comforting presence that got me through it, if the farmhands had forced us apart I don't think I would have made it.

I feel him rise effortlessly to his feet and I struggle to even get into a sitting position as my body groans and aches and some parts just refuse to move at all. I hear the stable door open as two farmhands enter and help me stand up and guide me over to the trough where my mate was already eating. Lowering my head I begin to eat although even that is difficult these days as my teeth hurt and feel weak as I chew down my slop. Finally finishing I'm gagged and led out by my rains into the warm sun, I always love the feeling of the sun on my body, its rays warming my stiff joints. As I pass my mate he gives me an affectionate nuzzle and I lovingly give him one back, as I do I close my eyes and take in his scent, taking the moment to be in his embrace before parting. I feel my harness be strapped to my body and see my owner come into view as he tightens a few straps at the front.

"Let's take you out for one last ride." He looks at me with a sad smile and strokes the side of my face, I nuzzle his hand back in response to try and make him more happy.

"You're a good boy." I smile behind my gag, I always like hearing that, even though I struggle to keep up these days I still try to do my best.

Fully hooked up I feel the light tug on my reins and begin to pull the cart slowly, my knees aching pa8nfully as I struggle to get moving. Once we get started I enjoy the slow trot through the fields and around the farm, it takes time in my older age and we're passed by several younger ponies but my owner doesn't seem to mind as we move at a leisurely pace.

Eventually we arrive back at my stable and I feel my harness be removed from my body and I'm led back inside. With my gag removed I slowly walk over to the water trough, as I do I feel a warm steam of piss flow over my legs as my recently incontinent bladder empties itself, and take several deep drinks as I recover my strength. Finishing my owner guides me down to the middle of the floor where I happily rest with my weight off my hooves. As he strokes me some of the farmhands enter and also begin giving me small pets and I smile. Part of me knows what is happening and I'm happy that so many wish to say goodbye to me. I've had a good life but I'm way past my prime and struggle to even get up in the morning. I look at my owner as I feel a slight sting in my shoulder, I smile at him as he strokes me comfortingly as my breathing slows and I drift off to a peaceful sleep.