A few days after I won my award, I was woken in my stable by a commotion going on at the end of the corridor. Someone was screaming their head off, and I thought I recognised the voice…

At the same time, my wife came into the stable.

“I’ve got a surprise for you”, she said, a mysterious look on her face. “We’ve restarted a tradition as a ‘one-off’, just for you.”

Taking hold of my reins, she led me down the corridor. We were heading towards the noise, which was getting louder…

“We haven’t used this wing for ages”, my wife said. “I hope all the kit still works. It would be a shame to do all this for nothing.”

“We used to keep cows here, as well as horses”, she said. “Mainly for milk. Trouble was, some of the ‘members’ felt it was being unnecessary barbaric, even for us. You see, a pony girl is just a matter of wearing a harness, even though I know you’re proud of yours, now; it can be removed at any time, and you could go back to being a woman, if you wanted to. Some of our trainers even started out as pony girls.”

“That wasn’t the case with the cowgirls”, she said. “They had to be so heavily modified to produce the right quantity of milk, as well as losing the proper use of their limbs when they were modified, that they could never have normal lives again. Most of them went insane, and those that didn’t either committed suicide or just ‘gave up’.”

My wife looked at me; there were tears in her eyes.

“We lost an entire herd, almost overnight”, she said. “Even the few that had volunteered for the conversion, as kinky as they were, didn’t realise what they had been letting themselves in for. The ones that were forcibly converted were only done so as an extreme punishment; rather like what’s happening today…”

“I think you might recognise our new resident; our one and only cowgirl…”

We turned the corner. I did indeed recognise the screaming girl struggling on the table. My ex-girlfriends face stared tearfully at us.

She instantly realised who the pony staring at her was.

“Please! I’m sorry! You don’t have to do this! Please!”

“She’s making way too much noise”, my wife said, walking over. She picked up some tools from the table, and went over to the struggling girl, who suddenly gurgled, then went quiet.

“There, that’s better.”, she said, walking back to my side. “I’ve just killed off her vocal cords. She can be a mute cow, now.”

My ex was still looking round frantically, crying, as the women working on her strapped up her arms and legs. They then fastened her head into a special harness that held it bent as far back as possible so she would be looking forward when fastened into her new body. A cord from the top of the head harness fastened onto her chastity belt at the back, making sure her head stayed in place.

They then brought out the cow suit.

Beyond terror, the girl just mewled and whimpered as she was picked up and lowered into the bottom half of the suit. Her breasts were pushed through the holes made for them and her bent arms and legs were fitted into the cow’s legs.

Straps were then glued down over her back, joining the lower half of the suit, to hold her in. She had been told in advance that the glue was permanent, as this cowgirl creation was meant to be a punishment, and particularly sadistic…

Even though she knew she was never getting out of the suit, now, she kept struggling, refusing to give up.

The women brought out the top half of the body. There was a circular hole for her head to go through; the head of the cow would be mounted at the end. Just before the top half was fitted, a plug was rammed into the girls anus, through a gap in the chastity belt. This was fitted to a cord attached to the cow’s tail. It meant pulling the cow’s tail would trigger the vibrator in her anus, edging her. A pipe also allowed the girl to defecate and urinate properly. More glue was used and the body was sealed closed.

She fought even harder as a tube was pushed down her throat, tears filling her eyes. The tube was connected to a mouthpiece in the head, which was gradually getting closer to the girl’s tear-streaked face.

More glue, then the head was pushed into place, sealing the girl forever behind a glossy latex cow body. If you looked very closely, you could just about see a faint outline of the girl, trapped forever in her bovine prison. You could also hear a faint moan coming from her new mouth…

At that point, they just let her go. It was far beyond the point at which she could free herself; she just wobbled unsteadily on her new legs then headed outside.

I had hated her for what she did to me with a passion; even so, there were tears in my eyes as I watched her graze in the field.

My wife held me, gently, as I cried.

“That’s what I love about you”, she said. “Even after what she did to you, you still care.”

“She didn’t deserve to be changed permanently”, I said. “As you said earlier, I can go back to being ‘human’, not that I’d want to.”

“You can’t ever be a boy again, though, can you?”, she said. “She took that away from you.”

We went back to my stable, both lost in thought.

Outside, a cow wandered, lonely, in a field…