They came for me one night. My girlfriend had let them in…

She had been gradually getting more and more disillusioned with me. My job didn’t exactly pay well, so I couldn’t spoil her; she earned a lot more than me, anyway. She had said on more than one occasion that our sex was a bit ‘vanilla’ in bed; she kept getting me to try more adventurous things. Finally, she took the choice out of my hands…

I woke up on the ground, lying on straw, in an outbuilding of some kind. My cock was already in a cage and tucked out of the way underneath; I had also been fitted with a set of fake but very realistic breasts. Was my girlfriend a closet lesbian?

Two women then came in and grabbed me. Before I could say anything, they dressed me in some kind of harness, pinning my arms together behind my back. Then they brought out the boots. They were massive, almost knee length. They were heavy. They also had what looked like hooves on the bottom.

The women zipped them on to me, then fitted small padlocks at the top of the zips. Then they came out with some other kind of smaller harness, that they started to fit on my head. There was a bar that sat in my mouth, with a tongue depressor attached to it, a pair of panels that limited my vision to straight ahead, and a gold and orange coloured feather that stuck out of the top like a multi-coloured ponytail.

The women then stood me up and attached long reins to either end of the bar in my mouth.

I had been turned into a human pony…

Now I was harnessed up, I was led out to the yard, outside. I then spent the next few hours being walked round in circles, being told to lift my legs high. Every time I just tried to walk properly, someone whipped me.

I was very tired and sore when I got back to the stable. To my amazement, they just tied the reins to a hook on the wall and left me.

Another woman in a white coat then came in and inspected me all over.

“The things I have to work with”, she said. “Whose big idea was it to bring me a male one? Now it will have to be gelded…”

“The client has asked for us to include that in the service”, another woman said. “She’s paying too much for us to say no. She wants the full sex change while she’s being trained.”

I frantically started trying to pull my reins off of the hook, so I could run. The needle in my neck soon put paid to that. As I passed out, I heard the woman in the white coat complaining.

“Never say that in front of the patient! It makes my job so much more difficult! Now I’ll have to keep her sedated for a while, while I work on her.”

I slumped against the wall of the stable…

Some time later, I’ve no idea how long, I awoke.

First surprise; the breasts were now real. They also had cute rings fitted with tiny bells attached.

Second surprise was the draft between my legs…

My cock and balls had gone. Probably just thrown away like garbage.

I cried myself back into an uneasy sleep…

Next day it was back to training. I had noticed, however, that the woman that had operated on me seemed to be taking a real interest in me. She kept visiting me in my stable, on the pretext that she was checking up on me. She was doing that, alright…

I didn’t owe anything to my girlfriend; that bitch had done this to me or at least arranged for it to be done. That meant she could go screw herself, as far as I was concerned. To my amazement, the doctor then removed my bit and took my head harness off.

“I want you”, she said. “I want you as part of my private stables. It would mean you staying here, but life would be a whole lot easier. You’d also get much better food, as well as my company in bed once or twice a week at least.”

“When do I start?”, I said, my voice rough from long disuse.

“You just did”, she replied. “I’ve just told your ex-girlfriend you died from complications in surgery. She’s already collected what she thinks is your body for burial. I was so sure that you were going to accept…”

She then took me back to bed.

 Life got a lot better after that. I hadn’t got anything to go back to; I was continuously being insulted and belittled by my (ex)girlfriend, and my job was going nowhere as well. The doctor really cared for me; she was there for me if anything went wrong; once one of the trainers got a little enthusiastic on me with a whip and she decked him with a single punch, then raced to my side. My old girlfriend had never looked after me like that…

So what if I now had to live as a ponygirl? As far as I was concerned, it was worth it. The sex was incredible; everything was done for me; in some cases, I was treated like royalty. I had loads of friends, both humans and other ponygirls; I was also really pleased with my fitness and physique.

It was a real achievement when I single-handedly rescued someone who had fallen down a well, just by lowering my reins down the well and hauling them out. It was only after I rescued him that I realised it was the same trainer who had whipped me earlier. He’s one of my best friends, now…

I’m going to have to finish this, now; I’m a little worn out.

I’ve just won the pony of the year award at the stables. My wife is very pleased with me…