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Arriving via a bus that quickly drove off down road are Kiru the what and silver and blue scaled winged dragon and his friend Belikr a red scaled dragon with orange chest scales and spikes going from the back of his head converging toward the back of his neck and down his spine and tail. Their summer outfits are light and airy covering some of their form, wings folded back and relaxed as the two look around seeing a simple bus stop bench with cover over the top. I sign hangs over the two, one with an arrow pointing in one direction writing, “Ebony Pony Ranch” and another sign pointing in the opposite direction, “Shade Pony Ranch.”

Kiru looks up at the “Two ranches?” the silver dragon looks over to Belikr, “Which one was it again?”

Belikr chuckles, “I’ve told you, Shade Pony Ranch, the best there is! Or so I am told…” he looks off to the direction of Shade’s ranch, “Well we got a special invitation after the contest I entered, should be fun hmm?” he asks as he smirks at Kiru.

“Of course, I just never heard of a ranch just for pony play.

Turns to face Kiru, “Oh sure there are plenty of places like that,” he turns back about to walk down the street when something is approaching them. At first glance it looks like an old-fashioned horse drawn carriage, the sound of clattering hooves on pavement continues this illusion for a moment longer till the pair realize just what is pulling the carriage forward. Four rubber clad guys dressed in heavy pony gear, their bodies shining under the mid morning day’s sun. The reins jingle slightly as they approach, the stagecoach driver is also dressed in pony gear though not as intrusive as the ones hitched to the couch. Each one is well polished, with pony hoods on, hiding the faces of whoever was underneath. They nickered and neighed as they pulled up beside the two dragons.

Kiru spoke up first, “Hello?”

The stagecoach looked them and motioned his head toward the back, its hoofed hands holding onto the reins via special gear. The door clicks and swings open and a deep voice speaks forth from the cabin, “Sorry I am late. Please… step inside.”

The two dragons look at each other and then back at the cabin as Belikr speaks up, “Are you from the Shade Pony Ranch?”

“Come in, we’ll talk.”

“Of course,” Belikr replies as the two approach the cabin. Peering inside the two see a well-kept unicorn of short black fur. His horn is a solid red like the base of his main and tail, which steadily fades to blonde. His piercing yellow eyes focus on the two dragons as he holds out his hand, “Please step inside. You two are my guests.”

Kiru nods and steps inside first, “Thank you. It’s a pleasure to come and visit a place like this,” his wings fold back as he sits across from the unicorn, noticing his polished leather gear adorning his body.

Belikr follows suit, “I can’t wait to see what’s there, Kiru and I have always had a thing for pony-play, and we’ve heard that the Shade Pony Ranch has some of the best stock around. So, when I got a chance to buy an exclusive tour of the place with my friend here, I couldn’t pass it up.”

The unicorn grins as the door closes behind the two dragons as the carriage starts to move once more, “I am pleased to hear my ranch has garnered such acclaim as being the best. I’m sure my neighbor would be displeased to hear that,” he chuckles.

“You’re the owner?” Kiru asks.

The unicorn nods, “Yes, I am Shade R. Rose, perprioritor of the Shade Pony Ranch.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Rose,” Belikr greets.

“Please, call me Shade, everyone else does.”

“Of course, Shade.”

Kiru looks out the window before back at Shade, “I will admit I am a bit new to the idea of a pony ranch of this sort…”

Shade nods, “With over a hundred acres of pure restrained pony fetish fun, there is little to be concerned. Miles away from those who would judge what many would consider a way of life. You should come and enjoy yourself as you get a personally guided tour by me. Something that many of my ponies would do anything to obtain,” he chuckles.

Kiru’s wings twitch, “Your ponies?”

“Why yes. I have a nice stock of ponies, a hundred percent dedicated to me and the life style.”

Belikr grins, “I bet they have fun,” as he pokes his head out to look at the ponies pulling the carriage back to the ranch’s entrance.

“It is indeed fun, I am sure you two will agree just how fun it can be.”

Kiru nods, “I will admit I am excited to see this place up close.”

“Me too,” remarks Belikr.

Shade nods, “That is what I like to hear,” the sound of the clopping hooves shift, and the carriage shakes as they turn off the paved road onto the dirt and sand colored path that leads to the center of the ranch. Kiru and Belikr look out and see the open plains, people in pony gear walking around, some in light gear, others in heavy bondage. Some by themselves prancing down a track, while others are guided. Two such guides are majestic large horses. Dressed in thick leather pony gear, their crotches bulging underneath, as they hold some riding crops as the two smack the rumps of a few ponies as they walk by. The sound of rubber and leather kissing each other heard from here.

Shade looks over in the two horse’s direction“I see you are eyeing up my two prize trainers, Tooke, and Rook. Tookie is in the one in blue, and the red one with the white star mark on his head is Rook. They are quiet good at helping those who are untrained in the art of being a pony. I do marvel at how quickly they train ponies to catch their strike,” he smirks as the carriage continues forward.

Kiru squirms a little as he watches the display while Belikr’s wings twitch slightly, “What’s first on our tour?” Belikr asks.

Shade leans back in the chair as he looks over the two, just as the carriage stops, “First we stop at the gear shop, and have you try on something new in the works. After you are all set up, I shall give you a personal tour of the place.”

Kiru looks at Shade, “The gear shop?” he asks as the door opens.

Shade holds out a hand motioning the two to step out, “Yes, all those here have to dress the part, and you two get to try something really special. Thinks of it as a reward.”

“A reward for what?” Kiru inquires.

“Kiru, don’t be like that. Shade is being nice enough to let us try some gear, lets not look a gift horse in the mouth…” Belikr trails off as he looks over at Shade, “Sorry.”

“None taken, and your friend here has a point. There is nothing to concern yourself about.”

Kiru eyes Shade for a moment before he nods, “Alright,” he steps out of the carriage followed by Belikr and then Shade. Shade trots ahead of the two as he approaches the store, where in the window you can see what at first glance appear to be mannequins dressed in heavy pony gear, but on closer inspection its really two people bound and held as window displays, showing off their thick leathers, and polished shine.

Kiru gulps, “You use people as displays?”

“I find having actual people on display truly exemplifies the quality of the gear we sell. Only the best gear for men who come here.”

“Nothing for any mare lovers?”

Shade glances over his shoulder, “That is what the Ebony Ranch specializes in. I’ve come to an agreement with the owner, so we’d not be in direct competition. Honestly I think I come out with the better end of the deal. Nothing but wonderful needy ponies eager for my touch,” he laughs as they enter the shop. The smell of leather and latex is overwhelming. Lights hang over other living displays while racks of pony gear, and pony accessories line the walls and hang from clothing racks.

Belikr chuckles, “Not a bad thing if I do say so myself,” Belikr gives Kiru a little punching the shoulder “Isn’t that right Kiru?”

“Yeah, yup, completely right,” Kiru nods.

“I always love the ones who are still on the fence,” Shade remarks as he guides them into the back of the store, towards the fitting rooms.

“What’s that supposed to mean? Kiru asks as Shade stops and turns.

“I’ve taken the liberty to have your gear already in these two rooms. Step inside and try it on. If something doesn’t fit, don’t hesitate to let me know.”

“I know I can handle this easily,” remarks Belikr as he enters the the left room.

Kiru approaches the right, “I’ll let you know if I have an issue,” as he steps inside. The fitting rooms were simple, a black curtain, that draped just a half a foot off the ground, and a foot and a half over their head height. A full bodies mirror across from them in their own separate rooms as to the respective left hangs a set of black latex pony boots, along with leather track gear and a faceless pony hood.

Belikr rushes over and runs his claws across the gear, his crotch bulging within seconds, “This will be so much fun,” he chuckles as he starts to undress, revealing his buff scales, and half erect member.

Kiru blushes, his whites scales gaining a shade of purple as he runs his hands across the gear, he slowly undress revealing his throbbing draconic length, already so eager to greet the idea of what is to come, that is swirling in the back of his mind.

Piling their clothes in the opposite corner of their respective rooms, they grab the thick thigh high thick black latex rubber pony boots. Sitting down they pull the boots in front of them, their weight is noticeable in their hands the boots manage to stand up on their own but shaft of the boot is so tall that it almost folds over to the side. Belikr wiggles his now naked clawed toes and slips in. The smooth interior squeezes his scales and ankle. It slides along his leg, squeezing down on them as he tugs and pulls on the boot. His foot hits the hard hard insole, and his foot pops into place, his foot almost feels like its locked into place. His leg fully extended, the rubber and leather mix of the boot making it hard to bend his knee.

“This shall be difficult to stand up in,” he remarks as he starts with the other foot, his arousal pulsating between his legs as he eyes the other gear awaiting to be put on just in arm’s reach.

Kiru grunts as he pulls on the same looking boot. His hands slide and squeak against the smooth glossy finish on the outside. He pants as he tenses up, his toes wiggling as they slide ever deeper into the boot, till he too reaches the point of no return and his foot pops into place. His toes squeezed, held at an angle as the heavy base of the boot weighs down on him. Reaching over he grabs the body harness.

He pulls his legs closer together as he looks into the mirror to see not only himself dressed in the pair of pony boots but his throbbing excitement. He bends his knee slowly, the boot creaking, sliding across his scales as he blocks the view of his own enjoyment from the mirror. His arms then slip into the harness, the leather, latex hybrid with silver studs slide across his bare scales.

Belikr looks over his own harness as he had it slipped onto his body, “It's like it was made for me,” he thinks as the straps press against his scales ever so slightly. The straps across over his body, around his waist, between his wings, everything fit perfectly, though he swore it wasn’t going to fit this good when he picked up the straps. This simple left the pony hood. The thick black rubber hood. Belikr licked his lips, as pre cum dribbled from his cock tip, “Come here you,” he mutters as he grabs it.

Kiru runs his claws along the faceless pony hood, he looks at it, seeing part of his own reflection in the solid black rubber. His blue eyes blink as he glances over at the mirror, his breaths slow and heavy, “At least with this on no one will be able to recognize me,” he thinks with a sheepish grin as he turns the hood around and looks inside. There he sees with what little light manages to get inside, sleek black rubber. The scent of which waffs up to his nostrils. The inside reflects the light like a gem hidden in the water, drawing him ever closer to slip the piece on.

Belikr slides the hood against his draconic face, not thinking of how his horns would have an effect on this solid piece of craftsmanship. The rubber feels slick, wet almost as it runs across his scales. It feels like fingers reaching around his head, pulling at his head, drawing it into the hood. Darkness slowly enveloping his vision as he slips right into the hood.

Kiru’s eyes widen as the hood wraps around his head, but not only that he feels a phallic shaped object push past his lips into his mouth. His tongue runs across the object, and as his tongue runs across the flat flared head, his mind pieces together the puzzle, as the shape of a horse cock shoved deep into his mouth becomes apparently. His hands run across the hood in his blind state as his heavy breaths fill the mask, the hood’s nostrils flair and make the noise of a horse releasing a bunch of hot air, as his heart starts to pound quickly.

Belikr feels the smooth hood and thinks, “This is great but how can I blood damn see!” as he suckles the plug in his mouth rather happily. He reaches down to the point where the hood meets his neck and tries to find purchase and at this moment his body stiffens, his wings spread as he stumbles forward but falls over with a thud, the rubber from the mask is spreading down his neck.

Kiru turns to the sound of the thud but then looks back in the direction of the mirror. Still blinded he feels the weight of the gear around his body, the rubber enveloping his head, his feet sliding deeper into the pony boots as he clips clops in place. Kiru’s silver-white scales turning black and then smooving over as the rubber crawls down his body. It is a warm sensation that causes his member to twitches in delight.

As the rubber trickles down his body, Kiru’s vision starts to clear, he watches as his the rubber moves across his wings, it strands and wraps around them tugging them, pulling at them, binding them toward his back.

Belikr squirms and tries to spread his wings as the rubber spreads across them, pulling them against his back as he lets out a nicker out of his mouth, “What’s going on? What’s happening to my wings?” he thinks as is still on all fours. His vision clearing as his grandiose wings are being pulled back against his form. More and more strands of rubber coil around his wings, pulling them towards his back. A mound of black rubber soon consumes every visible vestige of his majestic draconic wings, while more rubber slides down his chest. Belikr looks into the mirror, watching his wings disappear with each passing moment, his member still hard, aching, pleasure rushing through him as his chest is sleek, black, shiny, rubbery. His faceless pony head staring right back at him, hiding the anger, frustration, all hidden. It's simply an emotionless faceless pony.

Kiru grunts, and thrusts forward as he feels his wings so tightly held behind his back. He shifts his weight from side to side as the rubber moves down, squeezing his form, sleeking it out, the lights reflecting the shine off of his body. The rubber reaching outward towards his crotch, running across the throbbing veins, the member twitching. A neigh escapes Kiru’s lips, pre cum dribbling down the underside of his shaft as the rubber squeezes it. Tighter, tighter, slipping down into his cum slit, his cock aches.

The shape of his draconic member shifts slowly, the tapered shaft flattens, the shaft thickens, the girth widening, length growing ever long. The cool air against his warmth length twitches, the head flaring, it all feels so real, so much more sensitive than ever before. A pair of balls growing at the base. They swell like balloons, two black rubber spheres dangling between his legs, a sheath thickening out around the base of the member as it twitched and dribbled in ever increasing need.

Belikr bucks forward, feeling his horse cock dangle between his legs. His dragon tail stiffening much like his member between his legs. His wings are nothing but a bulge of black rubber on his back, “I need to escape… I have to--” Belikr’s thinks as he looks down at his dragon claws. They drag against the tiled floor, unable to scratch the ground, the rubber moving around his fingers. Tendrils sprout from the rubber that grips his claws. His fingers are drawn together. He grunts, struggles, Belikr tries to fight against the pull of the rubber. His hands shake as he tries to fight it, but his hands are pulled into fists, as layer upon layer of rubber forms over them. His hands quickly turning into useless hooves. The next step in his transition completes before his very eyes.

Kiru rubs his now hoofed hands together, the sense of lost of control tingles in the back of his mind. His breaths, slow and deep as he can hear a rumbled squeak in the room next to his. His legs tense, as the sensation of his fingers melt away into the hooves. His “hands” move down to this throbbing horse length and clopping his two hooves together he starts to rub and thrust into them. A soft neigh escapes his muzzle as he thrusts, and thrusts, and thrusts. He doesn’t even notice the rubber going down to his legs, melding into the tall hoof boots, as the rubber continues to slide down his tail.

Belikr turns his head to look over the rubber bulge mass of his back at his precious red scaled horned tail. The rubber flows over it like a tidal wave, burying his last bits of dragon nature under a sea of rubber. His entire form aches with need, pleasure, his body feels so firm, tight, looks so shiny, but his attention is on his tail which starts to shrink, and then his heart skips a beat. His precious tail stands out the solid black rubber soon becoming strands of rubbery hair as his tail becomes that of a horse. The tail twitches as he can feel the new weight and feel of it

Belikr thinks, “I came to have fun! Not to become fun,” as he tries to pull up to his feet. The weight and thick rubber boots making his movements difficult. The new center of gravity causes him to robble as he balances on a pair of hooves, his feet angled till slowly even that sensation fades and shifts, his new heavy rubber hooves clip clopping on the ground as he stumbles out of the room.

Kiru’s horse tail flicks as he turns to hear noises outside, turning around with albeit some difficulty he steps out just a few moments after Belikr where Shade stands there with a devious grin on his face.

“It does seem you two are almost ready for your tour.”

Belikr stumbles forward toward Shade but the black horse raises his hand and touches Belikr’s rubber muzzle, his entire body stiffens, “What’s going on?!” he thinks

Kiru watches the display as he squirms in his spot, shifting his weight from one side to the other, “I feel so helpless… so embarrassed… I don’t want to tell them how much I love this.”

“Its amusing how the unsure one is the accepting one. But neither of you are ready for your tour just yet. You Blackie,” Shade points to Belikr, “and even you Knight,” Shade looks over at Kiru, “Need to learn to walk properly and there is only one tool to do it right.” Kiru and Belikr watch rather helplessly as Shade pulls out these black leather leg straps attached to a rather large looking plug. Belikr still unable to move Shade moves behind him. Quickly he feels the plug press against his pucker, he grunts and moans as his rear is spread, his rubber ears twitch...yes twitch, a cold shiver runs down his spine, as he also hears himself neigh rather loudly as the plug is popped into his rear. The straps are then wrapped around his legs and locked with a small black lock with a red outline.

Kiru hikes his tail as Shade does the same to him, his body shifts from one side to the other as Shade looks up at the needy male, “Good boy. Seems you always wanted this to happen, how delightful,” as the plug pops into place. Once locked in, Shade takes a step back and says, “Take a few steps forward like a pony should.”

Belikr feeling himself able to move walks forward in attempts to escape, but with each step he feels the plug in his rear grow bigger and bigger. Spreading his insides with a mix of pain and pleasure, his cock twitching with each step, while Kiru does the same towards shade as he moans out feeling the same spreading feeling.

Shade shakes his head as he grabs a riding crop off of the rack and smacks the ponies’ thick black rubber asses with a cracking smack. The whip stings but not as bad as they’d think, “A proper pony walks like this,” he shows them as he lifts his own leg till his thigh is parallel to the ground, “That is how a pony should walk. If you don’t you will never find relief and it will only get worse for incorrect gait.”

Kiru nods as he tries what Shade showed him, his first steps were not quite right and the plug grew bigger, albeit not as fast, and then after a few minutes of trying he gets it, and the plug lessens ever so slightly, a mere fraction of what one of his earlier mistakes made, but it was just enough to notice. Belikr struggles on the other hand for a while longer, but the throbbing fullness in his rear pulls him to try, and that little bit of relief when he first gets it right, quickly makes him addicted to the steps.

Shade watches the two ponies the entire time, admiring their bouncing cocks, their sleek rubber pony forms, the rubber mounds on their back having turned rubber packs, all without the two former dragons even noticing, “Better, much better. But we aren’t done yet.” Shade chuckles once again as both ponies whimper in need and concern.

Shade grabs a pair of leather reins and slips them over each of their heads, the two feel the leather against their rubber skin as if it was their own. The sensation of lost control, and the leather on the rubber sends shivers through their spines, more so through Kiru’s as he spurts a little pre-cum as he clips clops in place. Shade slips and locks the leather onto their heads and tugs the two ponies closer to each other, so they are standing side by side, “I can’t have my ponies so exposed like this, it would distract the others seeing such fresh breeding stock so needy and ready.”

Belikr squirms at the words as Kiru moans while Shade moves his hands over to their needy throbbing members. His hands trace along the thick black rubber lengths that twitch in his hands. Thick gobs of pre-cum run down the underside of their shafts, while Shade’s thick fingers trace along them, “Such raw power, neither of you have earned these yet, so they must be stored,” he remarks as the latex around their crotches comes to life once more.

Rubber wraps around and squeezes their lengths, the two neighs loudly bucking their hips instinctively as they feel pleasure coursing through their cocks, their rumps squeezing down on those thick inflated plugs as more pre cum flows out of them. The latex tugs and pulls at their sensitive flesh. Helpless the two look down to see their cocks drawn into their bodies, pulled into their horse sheaths, the member straining to fight against the pull. Two forces competing for dominance, but the rubber is far stronger, as solid red rubber chastity cages forms around their wanting members. Their black rubber dicks strain against the cages, the ring that formed around their balls is tugged as they try desperately to break free. More rubber flows over their members, layer upon layer of rubber likes sheets of cloth run across their crotches. They watch as their penis’ outline fades with each progressive layer till their massive lengths are nothing more than a needy black latex bulge.

“There we go,” Shade rubs his fingers along the bulges, which send sparks of pleasure through their sensitive flesh up their spines and into their minds, “Good ponies will get rewarded, you two want to be good ponies don’t you? Two stomps for Yes Master Shade.”

Kiru quickly does two stomps, while Belikr does one, “I am a proud dragon! I am no pony!” Belkr thinks as Shade’s smile doesn’t fade from his muzzle at all, “I knew at least one if not both of you would be hesitant, but I am not done preparing either of you,” he chuckles deeply as he takes a step back as the two ponies feel a weight pushing out from the sides of their muzzles.

They see movement on the outside of their vision and as they turn to look they see each other’s drone face muzzles with two black snaking breathing tubes coming out of the side’s of their faces, giving their heads a gas-mask like look. The tubes snake along the underside of their jaws down the jawline, along their necks toward their backs and looking at the other they see the tubes attach to the packs that formed on their backs and with it their air supply ends as their nostrils only allow exhale movement.

The two faceless ponies look at each other as they try to breath, their worry grows but only lasts a moment when air rushes forth filling their olfactory glands with a heavy musk. The scent floods their senses as their bound members twitch in increased arousal. They feel their thoughts slow slightly as they turn in unison to Shade.

“My scent always helps those too feel spirited to relax and accept me as their Master. Isn’t that right Blackie?” Shade asks as Belikr stomps twice, Shade looks over at Kiru, “Isn’t it wonderful Knight?” as Kiru stomps twice.

Belikr thinks during this, “Why am I… this is… it feels so good… he’s so dashing… maybe if I just… listen. Yes, if I listen I can find a way to escape. I will only get punished if I disobey. That will make me stand out and make it harder to escape from Master Shade. I need to obey. I will be a good pony and stomp twice!”

While at the same time Kiru thinks, “This feels so great. So wonderful. Why was I so nervous… they can’t see anything. No one will know it’s me. I feel like I could just be this Knight person Master is telling me to be. Kiru may be shy, but Knight will do good for Master. Knight will obey Master. Knight will stomp twice. It is the answer Master wants.”

The two ponies stand before Shade, breathing in their musk laden filtered air from their backs, faceless, nickering, neighing ponies, their sleek muscular rubber pony forms shine in the light as Shade walks around them, his hooves tapping the ground as he studies their well-formed bodies, “Yes, this is shall do. You two are ready for your tour. Aren’t you excited? That I Shade will give you a grand tour of your new home?”

The two ponies stomp twice eagerly as Shade grips their muzzle harnesses and guides them forward out of the shop. The midday sun strikes their bodies, causing the light to refract off of their forms and almost sparkle to those looking at a distance. Their clean forms stand out to the other hard-working ponies who are drawn to the shine.

Before them is a simple carriage designed to pull one, while having enough space to have two ponies hitched side by side. Standing by the carriage is Tooke and Rook, who each grab one of the two ponies and hitch them to the carriage.

As the two feel the leathers attached to their forms, blinders slipped onto their heads focusing their gaze in front of them, the weight of the carriage on their sides and behind them as they are locked and secured into place. Clicking of metal locks ensure there was no escape from this fate even if somehow, they still wanted to leave. The weight of the carriage increasing slightly as Shade steps in, the overhang blocking the sun from him as cool refreshments already lay waiting in there for him along with a battery-operated fan that sprays white mists in his face.

Shade reaches forward and grabs the reigns and gives them a little tug, “There we go,” he looks over at Tooke and Rook and nod to them as they nod in kind as they walk off back to their other duties, “Let’s begin the tour. This is our famous shop where clients from all over come to shop our exclusive wears. Today though like the entire ranch is closed for holiday. As I take a holiday for myself to obtain some new pony stock like yourselves,” Shade chuckles as he gives the command to the two ponies to move.

Blackie and Knight take their first steps forward as Shade’s newest ponies. The weight of the carriage clear to them as they make a few incorrect steps, the plugs in their rumps growing bigger, quickly encouraging them to take proper steps despite the added weight. They feel the reigns pull on them as Shade yells to them, “Just because you two are my newest ponies doesn’t mean you will get off easy. Hurry up, we have a hundred acres of your new home to show to you,” Shade grins as the two ponies neigh and nicker as they pull the carriage forward.

Blackie and Knight clip clop forward with the appropriate gait, their rubber bodies creaking with each step they make as they look straight ahead, straight into their new future as Shade’s newest ponies.