The Stallion and The Mare

1. The Stallion

It was dark when I woke up and opened my eyes for that first time, not just dark but pitch black, utter darkness. It was also silent, so silent that I could hear myself breathing in long deep breaths through my nose, for there was something in my mouth, filling if with an awful taste of rubber. I could not move any part of my body; I was cocooned in some form of material, which prohibited me even moving a finger. I only knew that I was upright, in some dark container, with something in my mouth.

I remembered going for my normal jog in the morning, a dreary sombre morning with rain falling in a slight mist. I ran at my normal pace until I went up the hill in the west side of the park, and as I reached close to the top of the hill, between the large conifer trees I felt a sharp pain in my side. A short sharp pain, and then I fell and remembered nothing until wakening here.

When the lid was lifted from the box, the light blinding me, the sides removed, I was attended to by two female nurses. They released me from the Styrofoam that had been injected into the box and that had hardened and imprisoned me. They removed the tube from my anus, the catheter from my penis, the rubber gag was deflated and removed from my mouth, and they then spoon fed me some mash and trickled some water down my throat. I was kept tied hand and foot to rings in the floor of what became my holding cell for some time, and between mouthfuls of the mash and the water I tried to plead with the nurses for some explanation, but they ignored me and continued with their duties.

I had no idea the length of time I was in the crate, but going by my hunger some days must have passed, and yet they had thought to attach pipes to remove my waste material whilst imprisoned. The water had been treated with some drug, for not long after I had completed eating the mash I drifted off into sleep again, and whilst asleep my transformation began. My body was their prime target and I had my body hair removed in total, apart from a thin strip along the crest of my head. My rear teeth top and bottom on both sides were removed, a large ring was inserted through my nose, and another was inserted at the underside of my penis just before the scrotum. Both of my nipples were pierced and wide barbells were inserted, in matching stainless steel to my rings, and later to the collar that was placed around my neck.

Every day one of the nurses would come to my cell and we would follow the same routine, for she would unlock the chain from around my ankle, after inserting a rubber ball gag in my mouth fixed by a leather belt around the back of my head. A smaller chain was attached to the ring in my penis, and by tugging on the chain and with hand signals she allowed me to follow her and do her bidding. I had earlier tried to speak with her but for some reason although I could hear, I could not make more than a moaning sound from my throat. The power to vocalise had somehow been taken from me and I found out later that my voice had been surgically altered to hinder speech.

There followed a period of training with weights and with walking machines, and as the food flowed, and the exercise continued, my body continued to increase with muscle and I toned out to near masculine perfection. At twenty-seven years of age I was fit with my jogging and an active lifestyle of sport, but the regime that I was being put through changed my physique dramatically. There was no complaining about the day-long workouts, for if I faltered or slowed down, or in some cases objected, I was punished. The nurse carried a long whip which she used on me, and on the on the occasion that I really rebelled an electrical cattle type prod surely induced me to continue.

At the end of each day, I had my arms fitted into a long glove that reached from my hands almost to my shoulders and kept my arms imprisoned behind me. In turn the glove was locked to a belt around my waist, keeping my arms totally immobile whilst forcing my chest up and out. There was also a belt arrangement that crisscrossed my chest, in leather and steel rings that kept me tightly harnessed, and lastly another strap went from in front, between my legs, and to the end of the glove. Sleeping this way was difficult at first but eventually I got used to it, for I had now been removed from the holding cell and I was kept in my own stall in a barn, complete with straw and all the animal smells that go with it. The strap between my legs was difficult and uncomfortable, because it contained a ring, which fitted around my scrotum with a tightness causing discomfort, yet continually rubbing against me as I moved, and stimulating me so that at most times I had a semi erection.

My voice had now settled down to no more than a noise, my mouth, after the removal of the teeth had healed, was now fitted with a rubber bit, complete with reins. Realising that they were making me into a horse also made me realise that my voice could now approximate a neigh just like a horse! My communication with the nurse blossomed as my realisation came forth, and she started to train me with foot movement, a ‘yes’ was a left stamp; a right stamp was a ‘no’. We continued now as a team, she was my trainer and handler, yet I was nothing but a horse to her. My morning toilet was a corner of the stall, which was always clean when I was returned there at night. My eating became a mix of mash and fresh fruit and vegetable placed in a tray on the floor of my stall, along with a bowl of water. Then my daily routine started of training and ended with a wash down, a dry and then a rub down with oils before being led back to my stall.

The nurse, or by now my handler and trainer showed no interest in my manhood, for as she pulled and tugged on my scrotum ring with her lead, or fitted me into my leather harness, she always managed to elicit an erection. Then in the evening when she washed me down and dried me, she drove me mad with her touch yet she ignored my reactions, but when she rubbed those oils in she studiously stayed away from touching me.

Time passed and my routine became routine, then one morning it all changed, for instead of going to the gym for my exercises I was washed down and fitted into my harness, only this time I was also fitted with blinkers. After the handler had copiously covered me in warm and aromatic oils, I was led out of the stall, out of the barn, away into the sunshine, and into my first daylight for some time. I was led across a small road, and taken to a large corral, and as I went I tried to look around but my handler whipped me twice right across the buttocks. On reaching the corral, the handler had me run in circles, whilst she stood in the centre of the ring holding me with a long rope and brandishing the whip, occasionally just touching me with it to keep my pace up and to keep me going.

That was some time ago, and I am no longer the man I was, for now I wear a collar of stainless steel riveted about my neck, and I am one of my Lady’s possessions. She watched from the side of the corral that day, eventually purchasing me for an undisclosed sum. She also watched as I was branded with her sign on my buttock and an identification tag was fitted to my right ear. My Lady took me to her home, where I was introduced to her methods of training, and where she related to me the concept of my capture and my transformation into this horse that I now am. She had seen me jogging in the mornings and decided to collect me for herself, to take me to her ranch and use me for a stud, to sire small ponies from the three ponygirls that she keeps there, those three young fair skinned girls, captured and trained as I was, their white skin embellished with the black leather tack they now wear.

My Lady now rides me, fitting me with a high saddle up on my shoulders, guiding me with gentle taps of her riding boots or flicks on the small reins I wear in my bit. My training continued with muscle building and stamina development, drug enhancements have made my penis larger than before, allowing it to hang further and longer. Then when I am mated with the ponygirls I last for a long time, and as my Lady watches, I pick a pony and take her to ground in the corral, entering her forcefully with my erection before filling her with seed. One of the ponies has been released from her bindings for she now suckles a small ponychild; another is heavily pregnant and will drop her ponychild shortly, whilst the third continues to remain barren. Try as I might she will not succumb to pregnancy and I fear for her as my Lady has spoken of selling her to another mistress.

My Lady continues to groom me daily, and even when my member rises before her she pays no particular attention to me, for I can still remember her saying that she could not condone mating with an animal, even though I was a wonderful black stallion, and had fathered a beautiful mulatto ponychild.

2. The Mare

She woke this morning feeling wonderfully refreshed, from a deep and long sleep, lying restrained across the sleeping bench, head shoulders and torso flat on the bench, then bent at the waist and feet to the floor. Her head between the cushions looking down at the floor, and if she looked down a bit further she could just see her feet resting on the floor, encased in her running hoof boots. Her Lady was late this morning, to come down and feed her and release her from the bench, and she was getting uncomfortable with the butt plug, as she needed to relieve herself. The Lady arrived shortly, whispering pleasing sounds, stroking the back of the ponygirl restrained before her. Then, lifting the tail attached to the butt plug, and with a gentle twist and a pull, she removed the plug, reaching up she released the binding from across the ponygirl’s shoulders which prevented her from falling off the bench, and then released the chain attached to her mouth bit, which held her head down and in the sleeping position. Slowly raising herself to her full height, the ponygirl stretched her back straight, fully six feet of wonderfully encased female flesh now transformed into the most erotic of ponygirls.

Attaching a running bridle to the bit through her mouth the Lady led Starlight outside to the area designated for the ponygirls to use as a toilet, and with great relief Starlight spread her legs and defecated and urinated on the grass. The Lady smiled for this simple act of everyday occurrence had always been a difficult learning point for the ponygirls, but once they could just come out here without any qualms and perform their duties, she knew that they had fully acclimatised to their new roles as ponygirls. This one though, Starlight, was causing the Lady a problem, for she had purchased three new ponygirls from a supplier just over a year ago, along with a superb black stallion, with the specific design for the breeding of the four so that she would create a new colour mix of ponies. The Lady wanted mulatto ponies.

The first ponygirl called Witchfire, with the long black flowing hair, had easily succumbed to the advances of the stallion and had fallen pregnant almost immediately, the second ponygirl Farwind, was heavy with foal, and lady hoped that it would be born with the same golden hair as its mother. Starlight however had been difficult from the start, for although she was a tall girl, well built and structured, she was strong of mind and had taken longer than the other two ponies to be trained in the arts of being a ponygirl. The Lady had almost given up on her becoming pregnant, even though the stallion was allowed to cover her twice a week, and as immensely as he enjoyed the occupation, the reaction from Starlight was always the same. A negative approach to the act, forcing the Lady to always bind her in the sleeping bench with spread legs, thus allowing the stallion to have full and easy access to her. Yet, Starlight had a small entrance, and given the now prodigious size of the stallion’s member, the lady had to grease it and position it before the stallion could strike and impale Starlight with his full length.

Starlight would always baulk at the bench, knowing she was about to be taken by the stallion, knowing that he was about to again force himself into her and blast copious amounts of fluid into her. Fluid that should be doing its particular service and making her pregnant. The vet had examined her to find that she was a normal female, that all her inner and intimate parts were in full working order, that her ovaries were fully functional, and he could not come up with any reason why she should not fall and succumb to bearing a small foal. So, the Lady continued with the acts of greasing the stallion and holding his member and introducing it into the unwilling vagina of Starlight, and he in turn had to be restrained by a rope attached to the ring in his scrotum and to the wall behind him. This was for Starlight’s protection, for as the stallion became aroused he wanted to impale himself into her, which with due force that he was promoting, would rip her asunder and damage her internally, thus the restraint kept him in place and he went diligently and less forcefully at his duty.

After Starlight had completed her toilet, the Lady took her down to the wash bays, where she tied the bridle to the hook under the shower, then stepping around behind Starlight she untied and removed the long thigh hoof boots, untied and removed the full length arm glove that restrained the arms behind the back. Starlight was then washed down using warm soapy water, and at no time did she complain just standing there and letting her Lady clean her. After the soap the shower was turned on rinsing the soap away and then the Lady dried her down and oiled her body with a mixture of soothing oils and sunscreen. Starlight was a ginger haired pony, and her hair was kept clipped short at the sides of her head, but the crest was allowed to grow down across her back and now after a full year of growth there was a flaming mane almost reaching to her waist. Today the Lady was going to give Starlight a treat and allow her to run in the field behind the stables, so she also did not comb and braid the mane but just let it fly loose and wild.

The glove was replaced on the ponygirl’s arms, tightly laced, forcing the shoulder blades back together and forcing the breasts forward, showing the hardened nipples complete with their rings and dangling gold bells. The long hoof boots were replaced, tightly bound from heel, across the ankle and up the leg, ensuring stability and balance on the hooves designed into the boots. The lady scorned the normal dressage of leather belts and today fitted Starlight with a tight corset, from wide across her flared hips, to up and under those breasts, with a half cup that also pushed them higher and even more forward. She removed the traditional bit from her mouth and replaced it with a large round red ball bit, which fitted behind her teeth and forced the jaw open, the trailing reins she took in her hands and pulled down making Starlight lean forward. Starlight knew her tail was to be fitted and she allowed her sphincter muscles to dilate as the rubber butt plug was firmly pushed home, its narrow neck held tight by her anal muscles. Starlight straightened up and wiggled her behind allowing the plug to seat itself properly within her and her tail to fan out and fly across her behind and legs almost to her knees.

The Lady led Starlight out across the walkway to the gate in the high fence surrounding the field adjacent to the stable. Opening the gate, she released the bridle catches and gave the ponygirl a smack across the rump, letting her break free and run into the field. Starlight enjoyed these rare times in the field and she set out at a brisk run for the far fence, her legs pumping high and straight as she had been taught, lifting the knees until they reached waist height, her tail flaring out behind her, complemented by her loose mane, blowing wild and in disarray. Starlight reached the far fence and turned, heading round the field alternating between runs and walks, and on occasion a brief skip for the pure freedom she enjoyed. Her breasts heaved and bounced, held by the corset, as her bells tinkled fiercely at the movements her nipples made. The ball gag made breathing a little hard through her mouth and nose, as the gag itself restricted her tongue and mouth movements. Saliva dribbled around the ball to slip across her chin, dropping to her breasts and body as she ran, mingling with the sweat she produced, proving a fine and glossy wet sheen to her magnificent body.

The Lady turned away from witnessing her run, and returning to the stable led the stallion out for his morning ablutions. She washed him after he had performed his toilet, oiling him down and fitting him with an outstanding white harness that contrasted against his black skin, fitting it with perfection to his size and girth, tightening the buckles accordingly. She stood back and looked at him, broad shoulders pulled back by the hand and arms behind him, pectoral muscles hard and outlined from his daily training, his large penis hanging between his legs slightly aroused by the oiling and dressing she had performed on him this morning. After a moment she attached his lead reins and pulled his head down to fit his tail, which when accomplished finished him off, and matched the short yet tight mane across the top of his head. Pulling him by the rein she lead him also across to the field, and by halfway across the walkway he had realised that he was to be released for a run and his excitement built, his breathing quickened, his heart rate built, and his chest muscles rose. Then, as the Lady opened the gate he saw Starlight running at the end of the field, and he made a noise through his throat as he turned to look at his Lady, who removing the lead reins nodded and told him to go get her.

He trotted forward, his fervour for the pony growing as he admired the fluidity of her movement, the rise and fall of her breasts and the swinging of her tail between those two perfect buttocks. She saw him approaching and sped off to the side of the field, he altered course to intercept, she swung back the way she had come and slipped past him as he lunged at her. He turned and followed, but she was faster than he was, yet he was more patient and he continued to follow and chase, whilst his stamina slowly wore her down. Fully a half hour passed before she had to stop, her heart heaving, her chest lifting and swelling as her lungs pumped oxygen into her, her breath squeezing past the ball pushing amounts of saliva as well – she was soaking in sweat and the running and the exercise and the excitement of the chase, had also produced copious amounts of fluid in her, that also leaked from between her nether lips and coated the inside of her thighs.

The stallion reached her, coming upon her from behind, placing his head across her shoulder and nuzzling against her face, she reciprocated and realised that this is what she had been missing for so long. She dropped to her knees, leaning forward she placed her head on the ground and swinging her buttocks she managed to flip her tail up and across to the side. The stallion dropped also, coming up to her slowly, allowing his penis to slip between her wet thighs, wetting himself in preparation to entering her. The mare was in heat beginning to push back against the hard piece of flesh between her thighs, moaning sounds came from her throat as she suffered the stallion’s dalliance, his wetting of himself, and she continued to ooze fluids. He pulled back, allowing the end of his member to rise against her outer lips until at precisely the right time he thrust forward as her lips opened for him, and her insides allowed him entrance, as she in turn pushed back against him. He drove into her to the hilt.

Never before had the Lady allowed this much entry to any of the ponygirls through fear of hurting therm, yet this time because of the mare's arousal he entered her fully, and she was prepared, and she wanted his entry, his dominance over her. The stallion increased his pace, his member sliding deeply in and out of the mare before him, he was all animal now, as he leant forward and managed to nip her back with his teeth, his body pressing down upon her, forcing her face into the bright green grass under her. He stretched back, she moaned, he groaned, and together they set up a rhythm of motion, a meeting of bodies as they both moved towards the release of his seed.

The Lady stood at the fence having watched the whole chase and the surrender of the mare and the capture by the stallion. Had seen the acceptance as the mare realised her destiny, and the stallion had mounted her with care and deliberation. The two animals in the field, the stallion and the mare were oblivious to everything except themselves, unaware of the act of subterfuge the Lady had played on them both in an effort to see Starlight become pregnant. They continued to move together, his member swollen and hard, her inner self-warm and accommodating. Then, as the time came, she felt something inside her open further; an inner wall of herself gave way as his hard head pushed even deeper into her. Never had she had anything like this inside her, never had he ever been this far inside a female, and as they both realised this inner opening, this acceptance, his sperm exploded from inside him, crashing through himself and flooding inside her womb. He continued his movements, as each surge splashed inside, and she followed the movements feeling the fluids hitting her inner self, felt also his heavy scrotum banging against her outer lips, her clitoris and she in turn climaxed, accepting his gift, this mounting, this awakening of their passion together, and they knew as did the Lady, that Starlight would now conceive her first foal.

 

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