I take a deep breath as I stand outside her tent. The contents of my entire life savings is in my backpack. I sold everything I had to get the amount of cash I have on me right now. The rational part of my mind keeps telling me that I'm a fool, and this gypsy is just going to rob me. Even if that really is the case, I have no choice. This is my one chance, my only chance, to be with my love.
I step forward and enter the gypsy's tent. I was talking about my personal problems at a bar and this one guy suggested that I come see this woman. She is a member of a small traveling carnival, and the rumor says she can solve any problem, well, for a price. I came to see her yesterday and told her everything. She listened intently, then told me she could make my wish come true. I told her I was not that wealthy, my savings account was small, and she--
“Told you to bring whatever you have.” The old woman finishes my thoughts for me as she looks up at me from her table.
“Whoa, creepy.” I nervously take off my backpack and take a seat at her small table. I point at my backpack. “So I brought it. Every dollar I own. Do you want to count it?”
The gypsy grins. “I already know how much you brought, and I thank you for your honesty. Now, shall we get this started and fix your problem?”
I swallow the lump in my throat and nod. “So what do you plan to do? A charm? A love potion? Something to make him love me?”
She waves a hand. “It is not right to alter those who do not wish it upon themselves. I only use my skills on the willing.”
I lean forward. “You're talking about magic, right? You can actually cast magic.”
She stands to take a book from her shelf. “Call it what you want, it works.”
“But wait, if you're not going to do anything to him, how can you make him love me?” Just thinking of John made my heart flutter. I love him with all my heart! Sadly, when I shared my feelings with him last month, he apologized awkwardly and told me 'he doesn't swing that way' and prefers girls. I never felt so devastated in my entire life, and indeed, I still feel it.
The gypsy looks up at me. “Ease your heart child, I promise I will bring you two together.”
I nod. “But how? If you can’t do anything to change him...”
She flips some pages of the large tomb. “Then I will change you.”
“Me?” I lean back in surprise. “What are you going to do to me?”
The gypsy replies as if giving the most obvious answer in the world, “I will simply change your physical form into one that he is attracted to.”
I’m speechless for a few seconds and I stammer for a way to respond to that. “You’ll... you’ll change my form? To what?”
“To what your lover most wants in a mate.”
I swallow nervously again. “Are you going to turn me into a woman?”
The gypsy shrugs. “I won’t know the form you will take until the charm is cast. It is very powerful, and it will find the exact body, gender, and shape that is most desired by your lover.”
“It’s going to be a girl.” I nod slowly. “That’s fine. I’m willing to change into whatever he wants me to be. As long as I can be with John, everything will be okay.”
“I want you to think about your lover, and give me your hand.”
I think about John as I hand over my right arm. The gypsy grasp my wrist in her strong grip. I keep my eyes closed and focus on John. After a few seconds I mumble, “How long until...” My voice trails off as I feel a strong metallic taste fill my mouth. It’s takes like sparks or something...
“You may cease your focusing, a form has been chosen by the charm.” The woman states clearly. I’m not really listening to her and still trying to figure out where this taste came from. Then, all of a sudden, the fingers in my right hand go numb.
I try and pull my arm back. “Hey leggo, I can’t feel my fingers anymore! You’re cutting off my circulation or something.”
“I assure you, I’m doing nothing of that sort...” She remarks, her voice slowly filling with confusion.
Why did her demeanor change? She’s always so calm and collected. I want to ask her if there is a problem, but I’m too distracted by the fact that that my entire hand is completely numb. My wrist is getting itchy now too. “Um, so when are you going to cast this spell of yours?”
She stares with shock at my hand. “I already cast it, but I’ve never seen a ‘lover’s desire’ transformation do something like this.”
I feel my elbow get itchy. “What what do you mean it’s already started? And what’s--” I cut myself off as my eyes look down at my right arm. “WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!?” Everything below the elbow is covered in a thick brown coat of some kind. The itching spreads up my arm inch by inch, and the brown fur creeps upwards. “What did you do to me!?”
The gypsy glares at me. “Don’t yell at me. And as strange as this seems, it’s fairly obvious what form you are turning into. It seems this is what your lover is attracted too.”
I start hyperventilating as the fur reaches my shoulder. “What? No, you messed up, you cast the wrong spell! This is your fault, why would John be attracted to people who are covered in fur!? That makes no sense!”
“He doesn’t desire a person covered in fur.” The gypsy clicks her tongue, then twists my arm so I can see what has become of my ‘hand’. “He appears his ideal lover is that of an equine beast.”
My blood runs cold at the sight of a hoof in place of where my hand used to be. Though, it’s not a normal hoof, it’s a colored, cute looking one... Suddenly, everything makes sense.
The gypsy shakes her head. “I’ve never heard of a man who prefers the romantic company of a common horse over that of a human. But, in any case, he will desire you now.”
I feel the fur spread to my neck and I shake my head. “You’re wrong. He’s not into horses. He likes ponies.” I chuckle for a moment. “Cartoon ponies. That’s how I first met him, at Bronycon. I never realized he was a clopper though, let alone one serious enough that a pony was his most ideal mate.”
“Ah, well, are you okay with it? I can stop the spell if you wish.”
I glance up at a mirror on the other end of her tent and watch the fur reach my jaw line. I sigh softly. “Don’t stop it. If becoming a pony means being with John, yes. I will be his little pony.” Seconds later my mouth starts to twist into a short muzzle and fine fur spreads across the rest of my face. I groan in slight discomfort as my eyes enlarge and my hairline spreads down my neck, sending a soft maroon mane flowing past my shoulders.
My ears itch as I feel them flutter upwards and grow to take on a more equine shape. “Ahh~~” I cry out, and my voice becomes unmistakingly feminine. Well, looks like he wasn’t lying about liking mares over colts. I pant for breath as my neck elongates and I feel my chest expand lengthwise to form the barrel of a pony.
“You doing okay?” The gypsy calls out, more curious than concerned.
“Mmhmm,” I hum out through closed lips. I get a shiver down my spine and give an involuntary shake, feeling my full mane sweep through the air as I do so. I can’t believe I’m letting this happen. Why, John, why did you have to want a little pony for an ideal mate? We would have been great together as humans... Ah, oh well. At least we’ll be together. I smile at that thought. And hey, he will never be able to leave me. I’m going to be the only pony on Earth, and he loves ponies! He’ll have no choice but to be with me forever!
I laugh at my delirium and feel my manhood go numb and my hips widen. My pants rip apart a moment later, and I watch in awe as my thighs bulk up to over three times their previous size. I learn forward out of my chair to allow my new tail room to grow. However, leaning out of the chair, combined with the new curvature of my back, throws me off balance and I fall forward. I catch myself with my brand new front hooves. Then struggle for a moment to fruitlessly try to pull myself back up, only to realize I belong on all fours now.
“Almost done my child, you are taking this far better than I would expect.”
I ignore her and I turn my head to look at my legs, immediately surprised how far my new neck can twist. I try to ignore the unnatural feeling of turning my head a full 180 degrees, and I just take in the view of my lower legs and feet elongating to form the muscular hind legs of a cute earth pony. I give a soft sigh as the fur travels down my feet, and a few seconds later the last bits of my human body slowly become bestial hooves.
A few hours later I flick on the bathroom light and take another look at my new face. Heh, I am pretty adorable. I suppose I can understand John’s wishes to be with a mare this attractive. A tiny part of my is actually a little jealous of him, I bet it would feel amazing to run hands through this soft mane of mine. And then cuddle up against my warm, soft coat every night when we sleep. I give out a soft giggle. Penny. That’s the name I came up with, it matches my soft, copper colored mane.
Well, I’m happy this body turned out cute, but I know it’s still nothing compared to John. I mean, soon he’s going to come home and he’ll see the mare of his dreams waiting for him! And that will be me! I’m going to be everything he ever wanted from a lover! Ah, just thinking about that makes me weak at the knees!
I make sure my mane looks good, then turn to leave the bathroom. I glance around the hallway and try to remember where the front door is. I’ve been a bad pony; after I left the gypsy’s tent I cantered through the back woods until I got to John’s house, and then I promptly broke inside. Well, okay, technically it’s not a break in since the door was unlocked. I didn’t see where else I could go, I sold all my stuff and abandoned my apartment to get the money I needed for that gypsy. I literally have no belongings anymore. All I have is John, and the body that I know he will love. This morning I called him and recall him saying he was traveling into town, I think he said he planned to get back by 6pm.
I glance at my hoof to check the cheap digital watch the gypsy let me borrow. It’s noon, I have a few hours to kill. Hopefully he’s not late getting here, sundown is at seven. I tap my chin and think about the gypsy’s wording about the final aspect of this spell. ‘If your lover changes his mind about being together with a pony, that’s fine. Your form is still quite pliable since it just changed. You still have the charm active on you. Until sundown today, your body will adapt to the wishes of the ones you are with. Be warned though, your form will be forever fixed to it’s current shape once the sun’s light fades from today’s sky.’
I step out to the front porch and inhale the fresh air. John really does have a fantastic piece of land out here. I glance around at the fields upon fields of crops and admire how John manages an entire farm all by himself. He’s one hard working guy, that’s for sure. Probably explains his muscular figure. I grin to myself and trot down the path as I fantasize about finally seeing him with his shirt off. Tonight is going to be really special, that’s for sure. John’s first time with a pony, our first time together, and my first time as a girl AND as a pony!
I scrunch my nose for a second as I think about that last part, and think about the equine pussy between my legs. When I left the tent and saw it the first time, I thought there had to be some sort of mistake. John wanting to cuddle with a cute little pony made sense to me, but why did he want the pussy to be so ‘natural’ looking? It’s so true to life and resembling one from an actual pony. Man, he must really want the full ‘pony’ experience. Well, whatever he wants, I’m going to give it to him! I smile to myself at the thought, maybe he will want me to wear a saddle, bridle, and neigh constantly to him as we fuck. Heh, I’d totally do it for him too, it doesn’t matter how strange or twisted he is, I still love him and I’ll do whatever he wants in bed. I will do any and every sexual act that has even been thought of. I take another step forward and feel a strange new sensation. Am I... wet? I pause and wiggle my hips. Whoa, I can totally feel that on my slit. So this is what female arousal feels like... I grin wide, I could get used to this feeling.
I continue walking and soon forget about sex. My mind instead goes back to worrying about how he’s going to react when we finally meet. How would any guy, even a clopper, react to a cartoon pony waiting for them at their home? Well, at least I had the foresight to tell him in advance that I would be waiting for him... sorta. The problem is, I didn’t want him to know that I used to be a guy, I wanted to have a fresh start with him. That made it hard to inform him that I would be waiting for him! In any case, I did all I really could, and I sent him some anonymous texts on the way here using a disposable phone.
I nod at my thoughts. I hope I didn’t come across as creepy. In any case, I figure that message is better than nothing. Hopefully it means he won’t have a heart attack when he sees a cute little mare waiting for him when he gets home today.
My trot around the farm comes to a pause as I end up at an old wooden building. I smell something. Smells like... horses? I take a step back and size up the building. Yep, looks like these are the stables.
I’m about to turn around and head back into the house, but then I pause. I look back at the stables and a slow smile spreads across my face. Hehe, horse stables. Inside are my fellow hoofed creatures. What do they call us again? Ungulates? Never thought I’d be a member of this biological family. I tilt my head and stare at the door. I suppose I should go in and say hello to them.
I push open the creaky door and step inside the dim area. The smell of hay, urine, and animal sweat hits my sensitive nose like a ton of bricks. I pause for a moment and try to wave off the sensory overload, then look around to see what sort of horses he has in here. Hmm, well, it looks like instead of individual stables there is just one large pen, and it’s currently occupied by two stallions. At least I think they are stallions, I can’t really make out their ‘stuff’ in this light. But, hmm, I know they are stallions. I can just tell I guess.
Knowing that I have some hours to kill, I look around the inside of the building. The walls are full of racks of horseshoes, harnesses, bits, bridles, crops, and saddles. There’s no doubt about it, the horses here are not for show, they are living, breathing machines that John relies on to operate his farm. I trot closer to the pen and peek inside at the resting animals. One of them raises a head and looks at me, but the other appears to be napping. I’m about to leave when I spot something out of place on the far side of the dirty animal pen. Hanging on the far wall is a fancy plaque with a golden horseshoe prominently displayed.
I squint at it, trying to make out the text. It must be an award for something, but I can’t quite make it out. Damn it, now I really wanna know what it says! Meh, I have a few hours to kill, so maybe... Hmm. I glance to the left and right and inspect the ‘fence’ that forms the wall of this pen. It’s reinforced metal and the gate has a lock I doubt I can operate with hooves, but there is a pretty decently sized gap between the gate and the first metal post. It’s large enough that a dog or cat could squeeze through… “Or a pony,” I say with a smile.
I wiggle my body though the opening and squeeze my way into the horse pen. Gah, it’s a tighter fit that I thought! With one last kick my rump slides all the way through and I get back up on all fours. Man, it really does smell in here. I glance around at the straw I’m stepping on, quickly spotting horse crap scattered about. I look over at one of the stallions and shake my head. “And that, my friend, is why you guys are in a pen and I’m a free pony. I have the decency to not shit where I sleep.” I laugh to myself and make my way over to the plaque on the wall.
“This gift of gold is to honor the life and death of Molly, the 32 year old mare that helped grow our farm, and our community through decades of hard work. May she rest in peace.” I tilt my head, they made a plaque for their deceased horse? Well, whatever, I suppose that was nice of them. Hmm, 32 years old, that sounds right for an actual horse. I wonder what my life expectancy is. What’s the lifespan of a cute talking pony? I smile to myself and think it over. Well, even if it’s just 30 years, that’s fine by me. Thirty long years of living here with John. Thirty years of cuddling with him, and thirty years of letting him have his way with me every night. I feel myself get wet again, and I just close my eyes and continue to fantasize about the future. Thirty long years of hard, passionate fucking. Thirty years of him blowing his load deep into me... Mmmm, I feel my tail rise and I wiggle my hips to enjoy my aroused wetness. Thirty years of sleeping next to him, thirty years of waking up every morning and starting the day by blo--
OOOMPH
I get the wind knocked out of me and something slams into my back. I pause and catch my breath for a moment before turning my neck around and seeing a stallion towering above me. Jesus Christ, he’s easily four, maybe even five times my size. I’m sort of pinned against the wall here so I wait for him to back up. What the hell was his problem anyway? Why jump onto poor ‘ol Penny?
My question is answered as something hard hits me in the rump. There it is again. What the hell is that? My eyes shoot open as it punches itself squarely at my pussy, sending a tingle up my spine. Wow, whatever that is, it certainly has no respect of a mare’s lady parts... A moment later it lands on it’s mark again. I suddenly realize what part of the stallion that is.
“BAD HORSEY!” I shriek and I turn around to see his cock fully erect and trying to penetrate me. “Bad, bad horsey! I’m not for you!”
The stallion moves around and tries mounting me again, his aim is shockingly good and once again his cock pushes against my pussy. I start to get nervous, but calm myself by realizing I have nothing to worry about. This horse’s member is larger than my hoof, so there is no way he could ever get inside me, I’m several magnitudes too small. I start to shuffle my way away from the horny stallion. He is physically incapable of actually fucking me, but damn, the fact that he is trying to makes me a bit nervous.
I slowly make my way back to the gate, and the horse does an admirable job of keeping me boxed in and underneath him. He moves as I move, and keeps trying to fuck me. After a dozen or so fruitless attempts, he neighs at me with increased agitation and nips at my shoulder.
Hey now! No need to yell at me!” I pause for a second to let my tongue rests. It feels all tingly and metallic spark tasting all of a sudden. “Look horsey, you’re five times my size! And besides, I’m sorry, but I don’t swing that way.”
I take another step forward and look down at my hoof. Huh. That’s strange, my hoof look bigger than normal. I pause and stare at the end of my foreleg, what the hell, my entire leg looks larger than it did was a minute ago. And why do I feel all tingly all over? My confusion is interrupted by the stallion nipping my shoulder and once again trying to mount me. Wow, he will not let up, I really need to get out of here. I take another step closer to the gate and look at the opening I came in through. Wait a second. I tilt my head and stare at it. Is this the same gap? It looks smaller than it was when I came in here. I shake my head, man, what’s up with me and sizes all of a sudden? Everything just feels off, especially my back legs. My whole back half just feels, I don’t know, bulkier. The stallion tries mounting me again and whinnies at me a few more times, so I ignore my thoughts and just move towards the gap to try and leave right away.
There’s no fucking way that’s going to happen. I can’t even fit my head through that gap! What the hell is this? Am I larger now than I was a minute ago? How is that possible? Why--
The stallion once more jumps on my back and thrusts at my lady parts. My eyes shoot open as I feel my pussy actually start to part a little this time. The stallion almost gets it in before he falls off. That is too close for comfort! I mean, if I was to grow a little larger he probably...
Wait a second. I taste my tongue, that metallic spark taste is there and is growing in intensity. That means...
OH FUCK NO!
I leap into the air, pushing the stallion off my back. This very fact stuns me for a second, as I realize I’ve transformed large enough to lift a 1200 pound stallion off of me. I spin around and face the stallion, who still appears to have his mind set on fucking me. He trots closer to me and whinnies at me. I reply, “No, no, no, stay away from me!”
As I watch him move towards me I realize I’m growing a few inches every second, and I now stand eye to eye with the feral horses in here. The wording of the gypsy’s spell echos through my mind: “Until sundown today, your body will adapt to the wishes of the ones you are with”
“Fucking spell, I’m not with these animals! I don’t care if this stallion wishes I was the right size to mate with, I’m not into him!” Why does he want me so bad anyway? I glance at my rear end and practically fall over in shock. I haven’t just gotten larger, my entire rump changed. I no longer have the cute little tushie of a pony, I have the wide, thick muscular flanks of a grown horse. “That fucking spell, it let the horses’ arousal turn my entire back half into the form that they are most attracted to. Not good Penny! Not good at all!”
The commotion in the stall wakes up the second stallion and he looks over at us. It doesn’t take long for me to notice his cock is slowly sliding out of his sheath. “No, no, just leave me alone, I need to get out of here!” I turn and move back to the steel gate and the ceiling-high fence that was built to keep the horses inside. Come on, there has to be a way out of here, right?
My pause was all the stallion needed, and I feel him leap up on my back yet again. I marvel for a second at how easily I can support his weight, this is much better than before when he crushed me with his mass and--
“Oooooaaaaaaaaa~~” An involuntary moan escapes out of my muzzle as I suddenly feel the sides of my giant horse cunt get stretched open as the head of the stallion’s cock finally does what it’s been trying to do. I twitch my back and realize the head of his cock is now inside me, and the stallion is getting ready for the next step.. “Oh god, no, don’t do it!”
The stallion took that as a ‘yes’ and drives his hips forwards with several hundred pounds of force. I scream louder than I ever have as I feel every inch of his massive cock slides into my hot tunnel. I pant through my nose as several feet of horse cock start rhymically sliding in and out of my feral pussy. The intensity of the pleasure was like nothing I’ve ever felt, and I knew the gypsy’s charm is probably to blame.
I struggle for a few seconds, but soon realize the stallion wouldn’t let me go until he is finished. I grit my teeth and try to block out the pleasure as I wait for him to finish. The thrusts start to quicken in pace and I just stare at the ground, trying not to think about the fact that I’m being mated with by a farm animal. I tilt my head slightly as I look at my hooves below me. My hooves weren't this pronounced before, were they? I thought my whole limb was just uniform brown, like the mares in the cartoon. But now I actually have distinct, realistic looking animal hooves. Jesus, these stallions won’t let up until I look just like one of them! Come on, isn’t giving me a full-sized horse pussy enough punishment? Do they really have to give me bestial hooves and a feral body to go with it?
I feel the cock head inside of me start to flare, and I knew he was almost done. Thank god for that, just hurry up, blow your load, and let me figure out a way to get out of here! I try to go to my happy place and think about something else as my pussy gets stretched tight by his flared head, and what feel like over a gallon of horse cum gets pumped deep into my womb. “Happy place Penny, going to my happy, happy place...”
The brown stallion dismounts a second later, and I twist my neck around to survey the damages. The sight before me makes me want to cry. In his frenzied fucking, his primal lust had worked to transform almost my entire body. Everything below my neck looks like that of a wild mustang. I twist myself slightly and confirm that everything from my muscular legs to my coarse, dirty tail matches the appearance of a common mare. I sigh, John is going to have to do some serious work on me to bring back the real Penny. I was so cute before and ready for him too! Now I’m going to need him to think about my cute body, change me back into that, and then I’m going to need a shower. Well, several showers I correct myself. I sigh, well, at least the stallion finished his thing. Thankfully, after a horse fucks a mare they usually leave them alone for--
OOOMPH!
I stumble forward as a weight lands on my back again. What the hell, I thought that stallion was done with me! He already came! I twist back around and look at the culprit, my eyes landing on a black stallion. Oh, for fuck’s sake, this is the other stallion. “Really dude? Can’t you see I was already humiliated once? Come on man...”
He ignores my protest and positions himself over my rear. His cock soon meets its target and slides in easily, using the cum from the first animal as lube. Once inside, he clambers higher onto my back and starts his thrusts, whinnying and biting at my shoulder as he does so.
My tongue tastes metallic again and I see my bangs change before my eyes. My beautiful, soft mane thickens and becoming more coarse and natural looking. I feel slight panic in my throat, there isn’t much of ‘Penny’ left at this point. These damn horses need to stop lusting for me!
This black stallion is a bit slower in his mating than the brown stallion was. That’s not good though, he needs to hurry and and finish before any more of my body changes. I need to do whatever I can to make him cum. I clench my pussy around his shaft and work my hips into his. “Yeah, that’s it, come on stallion! Cum for me!” I look back into his eyes and continue to rub myself into his hard member. “Yeah, you like this don’t you? You like how this feels, so cum for me! Come on! Cum already!”
Part of me felt a bit embarrassed for dirty talking to a feral horse, but it’s for the greater good. I just need him to finish! “Come on baby, you can do it! Cum for me! Cum for meeeenenneiiegh.”
My muzzle suddenly starts to pull out from the rest of my face, and my entire head starts to elongate. I try to scream out in surprise but all that happens is a guttural neigh. This can’t be happening, not now! And not my pretty pony face, that’s all I had left, it was the only part of me that separated me from these horses! I twist my body and shake my head violently, trying to stop the change from happening.
My fruitless efforts draw the interest of the brown stallion, who casually trots over to me to see why I’m struggling as the black stallion fucks me. I want to tell him to get away from me, I want to tell him that it’s bad enough that the black stallion is still slowly fucking me, and I don’t need this brown stallion in my face too! And I don’t want his stupid head in front of mine, reminding me what he did to me! I don’t say any of those words though, I just whiny at him repeatedly.
As the stallion behind me continues to relentless pound my feral pussy, the brown horse in front of me starts to lick my face. His hot breath mixes with mine, and his stench is licked into the short fur on my face. My front leg trembles in terror as I realize something: They accepted me into their herd.
The sound of a car door closing wakes me up, and my long equine ears flick softly in the direction of the noise. Is that John? Oh god it is! Finally! I knicker softly and shake the bits of straw from my mane. Hopefully him seeing me as a full horse right now doesn’t ruin our later romance. I imagine it might be hard for a guy to go down on a pony when he still has memories of her being a real pony. Oh well, I’ll worry about those details later, and if he wants he can always turn me into a human girl. I don’t care at this point about any of that, I just want out of these stables!
The opening of the stable’s exterior door draws me out of my thoughts, and the late afternoon sun soon floods the confined room. John moves into the stables wordlessly and yawns as he makes his way over to where the feed was stored. I move closer to the stable gate and follow him with my eyes as he starts preparing dinner for the horses. I look at his ass as he walks, as I have done so many times before. I always loved his build, especially his tushie. Though it’s true, John is not nearly as attractive as... Wait... What the hell?
I shake my head to get rid of the disturbing image I just had. That was strange, anyway, back to looking at John and thinking about how much I... Argh, damnit, there it is again! Everytime I try to think of something in a sexual manner, my mind wanders to the black stallion. Come on Penny focus, try to think of a nice set of hips. Just let your mind open up and picture... muscular stallion flanks, the raw scent of horse sweat, a nice dark coat, and a thick, flared horsecock as it...
I let out a neigh of worry and shake my head again. God damnit, that stallion must have done that to me. When he was fucking me he probably had some feeling of me being his mate; he probably wishing that I would lust after him as much as he wanted me. Fuck! Stupid horse, he rewired my entire sex drive! This magic spell on me isn’t a charm, it’s a curse! Great, just great, now when it comes to fucking all I want is his... mmmm... I zone out for a moment and imagine him mating with me again. I can feel his giant, flared cocked as he mounts me from behind and makes me his mare... A warmth appears between my legs, followed by a slight dampness.
I grit my teeth softly and bring myself back to reality. This is getting bad, I really have to get out of these damn stables before these horses mess me up any more than they already have. I glance back up at John and wish he would hurry up and get over here already. This can all be fixed and my sex drive can be set back to where it was, I just need John over here! I watch as he brings a bucket of feed over to the other end of the stables and fills up the feeding trough.
I shake my mane and neigh loudly. Come on John, get over here! Thankfully, he does finally look over in my general direction. About damn time to, I think one of the stallions just caught scent of my recent arousal. I look away from John and glance at the stallion making his way over to me. Yep, that’s the brown stallion, and he’s erect. Wow, he looks amazing. Look at that bestial cock of his, it’s just... Ah, fuck! Stop thinking about it, Penny! I nicker softly and lower my head as I feel more dampness on my winking pussy.
“Hey girl, where did you come from?” John crosses his arms and stares at me from a few feet away.
My eyes perk up and I look at my savior. Thank god you’re here John, you gotta get me out of here. This is terrible, these horses think I’m one of them! I just came here to be with you. I’m not supposed to look like this, and you can change me back. All you have to do is think of me as someone you’d like to be in a relationship with. Those are the words that go through my mind as I open my mouth, only to give a long, deep whinny.
John smiles and holds out a hand to scratch my head. “Ah, I get it.”
Happiness floods my veins and I push my head into his palm, allowing him to pet me. Thank god, for a second there I was worried he wouldn’t understand who I really am.
“You’re Penny! I got a message that you would be here.” John digs into his pockets and starts to pull out his cellphone
I nicker softly and shake my mane. I’m happy beyond belief that John knows who I am. I sure am glad I sent him that text message. In fact I’m so enthralled that I don’t even pay attention to the stallion sniffing my rump.
John reads the text out loud, “Her name is Penny.” He stops and looks up at me and smiles. “That’s you.” John turns back to his phone. “She loves you very much and she can’t wait for you to meet her.”
I neigh softly to confirm his words, then feel the horse behind me push up against my back. I twitch my back and push him off, what’s his problem, can’t he see my human boyfriend is about to transform me?
John pats me on my poll. “Well, Penny, I’m happy to meet you. I don’t know which one of the other farmers sent you over here, but I can’t thank them enough.”
Wait, what? I tilt my head in confusion. What farmers?
John continues. “I guess they all knew that ever since I lost my old mare Molly I’ve been short a horse. Whoever donated you I can’t thank them enough, I certainly have work I could use you for.”
WHAT!? He thinks I’m actually a horse?! That’s impossible! Fear fills my mind and I try to rear up and scream to show I’m not a damn farm animal. However, before I can move an inch, a massive weight heaves itself on my back. My eyes go wide as I feel the stallion mount me and his cock slams into me a few times and it looks for it’s mark.
I whinny loudly and try to shake him off, but it’s not use and the stallion soon hits home. For the third time that day, my marehood gets rammed open by a cock of unspeakable dimensions, and I feel my back legs tremble at the waves of pleasure that come from fulfilling my true life’s purpose as a mare... Wait, no, that’s not why I’m here! I’m not supposed to be a horse!
John whistles and takes a few steps back. “Wow, you certainly wasted no time in making friends, Penny! That’s great.”
I look up at him as the feral rutting continues and I feel a mix of shame and embarrassment. My lover is watching me mate with a wild stallion, and he thinks it’s a good idea.
“This is fantastic! If a foal takes it will ensure we never run low on horses again.” John nods his head slowly. “A breeding mare that also helps us out around the farm with chores. Wow, that would really be the ideal horse, Penny.”
A metallic spark taste fills my mouth... Wait, NO! Not again, what’s transforming this time? He just said he wanted a breeding mare that also worked around the chores. Is that really enough to change me? I get the answer and my blood runs cold as I feel my pussy twist in a strange way and my womb alters itself to make me the fertile mare he wants me to be. The stallion rutting me pays it no heed to my changes and continues ramming himself into my cunt.
John looks up and daydreams. “A breeding mare strong enough to pull a plow. And one that is already trained to follow all the commands I need. Young too, one with many decades of productive work ahead of her, that would really be something wouldn’t it?”
I close my eyes in defeat as I feel my leg muscles bulge and a youth come to me. I feel my body settle and thicken as it prepares for countless years of work. My bones strengthen, my neck grows bulkier, and my hind legs plump up even more. No longer am I the svelte creature who grew from an adorable pony, I am a muscular and ready work horse, built for farm labor. My brain flutters for a second, and I realize I have full knowledge of rider commands and how to obey them like a good horsey.
John sighs in front of me. “A mare with a strong back, the will to work the fields every day, and a fertile womb... man, that could turn this whole farm operation around.” John smiles at the animals mating in front of him. “What do you say Penny, are you that horsey?”
Waves of carnal pleasure flood my body as my masters word’s echo through my skull. Good horsey, I will plows the fields and pull carts for John. I’ll be a good horsey. I whinny in ecstasy as my orgasm comes to a climax, and seconds later the passionate beast behind me blows his glorious, feral cum deep into my fertile womb. I knicker in appreciation as the attractive stallion dismounts me, then I turn back to John. He has his back turned and is rummaging through stuff in a large cabinet on the wall.
I stand there awkwardly as I wait, the seconds tick by and the feel of cold horse semen starts to drip out of my pussy. With the heat of the moment gone, my rational mind comes back to me, and I think back on what just happened. Did I just...? And John...? I let out a feral sigh and lower my head.
“Aww, what’s the matter girl? Sad your mate left you all alone right when he finished?” John chuckles, and I look up to see him smiling at me as he walks back over carrying an armful of stuff. “Heh, yeah, I admit I’ve probably done the same thing with a girl or two in my day.” He leans on the fence and gets lost in thought for a moment. “Things have been getting lonely around here lately too. Maybe if I was better with those girls...”
I whinny with exasperation, but John just shakes his head. “Ah, sorry about that Penny, I know you’re not here here to help me solve my personal problems.” He chuckles for a moment, then lifts up the saddle he brought over. “Now, this is more along your style, right?”
eyes widen with fear as he shows me the saddle and harness. He expects me to wear that, like a common beast? I... I...
“What’s the matter girl? You haven’t worn a saddle before? Come on, of course you have. Here, look, it’s nothing to be scared of.”
He holds it out in front of my face so I can look at it. I instinctively give it a few sniffs. It smells old and used. The leather is infused with decades worth of old sweat from some other mare. It smells like it belongs on a real work horse.
I whinny softly and lower my head in defeat. John nods and takes that as a sign to proceed. He smoothly unlocks the gate and moves inside the pen, then starts to fix the saddle on my back. He pats my neck affectionately when he’s done. “There we go Penny, it fits like a glove! Pretty comfortable, right?”
I just neigh softly, pretty sure it’s all I can do at this point.
John steps out of the enclosure to grab something else, and I knew what’s coming next. He returns with a bridle, a simple bit dangling from the leather straps. “Alright, easy girl, this will only take a second.” John moves quickly and smoothly, pulling the leather straps up over my face. A moment later I feel the cold piece of steel between the thick lips of my muzzle. I know it is pointless to resist at this point, but I still hesitate for a moment parting my teeth and letting the bit in.
With the bit in, John quickly buckles up the rest of the bridle, and I realize it’s all over now. I let out a soft whinny though the bit. I didn’t think anything could make me feel more owned than having bridle strapped over my head and a bit jammed in my mouth. I chomp at the metal softly, which rests right in the toothless gap in my jaw. It really does feel like horses are designed to have a bit in their mouths, like horses are supposed to be just a tool that is controlled by a human. I look up at John and neigh quietly. Yes, I’m in my place, and this man owns me.
He unceremoniously pulls on the reins hanging off the bridle and heads for the door. Every slight pull on the reins is transferred straight to my mouth, and then to my whole head. There was no question to me who is in charge, and I trot after John, utterly docile and broken to the fact that I’m a beast of burden to be used by my new master.
Once outside, he hops up onto my saddle. He’s heavy, but not overly so. I suppose the weight feels no different than slingling on a backpack. In any case he clicks his tongue and I do exactly as he commands, taking off at a modest pace.
Time passes as he rides me all across his farm to test me out. I follow his commands precisely without even realizing what the commands are. I suppose that doesn’t matter, I mean, it’s not like I have a choice where we’re going anyway. He decides where I move, I’m just here to do the physical work. Eventually, after an hour or so, we reach the top of the hill and John pulls back on my reins slightly, bringing me to a halt. He gives my neck an affectionate pat. “Look at that Penny, it’s beautiful, isn’t it?”
I look up at the spectacular sunset, and at the last minutes of daylight casting over the rolling fields of grain. I nicker at the serene view.
John dismounts and takes a few steps in front of me. “My old girlfriend and I used to come up here to watch the sunset every night. I really loved her, and, even now, I still can’t believe she left me.” He chuckles softly. “I think her departure is the reason I started clopping. I was just so heartbroken, and so devastated that a girl I loved could do that to me. My heart was too broken to pursue new girls, so I started dreaming about being with a cute, innocent pony. One that would never leave me, one that wouldn’t be crazy or want fancy things. Just someone to cuddle with at night...”
I take a step forward and nuzzle his shoulder affectionately. He may think of me as just a farm animal, but I know I will always love him.
John sighs. “Thanks Penny, at least you’ll be there for me. You’ll keep me company during the day, right?”
I want to give a whiny, but I taste something funny in my mouth.
John sits down on the grass and looks at the spot next to him.. “I do wish I had someone close for the nights though. Someone kind, someone who understood me, someone who is happy with their life and loves me as much as I love them.” He sighs softly and glances back at the horizon as the last bits of the sun start to fade. “I just want someone like that. I want someone to share this view with me... one day...”
I wiggle my way out of a saddle and bit that are five times too big for me.
“Someone to sit right here, at my side. Someone that really loves me.” John nods slowly, then glances at the horizon in time to see the sunset end and twilight overtake the farm.
I take a few tentative trots forward and sit at his side, allowing my head to rest on his shoulder.
John feels my soft, copper colored mane brush across his back. He glances at the adorable pony at his side and remains surprisingly calm as his eyes takes in my serene appearance. “Where... where did you come from?”
I cuddle into his side, and feel pure joy as he reciprocates the gesture. “Oh John, I was waiting for you my whole life.”