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"There are countless ways to break in a Milking Man; most of these techniques are... slow going and difficult to pull off."

The hyena spoke with confidence, looking out across the classroom of trainees. He used a laser pointer to indicate to things on the whiteboard.

"The most common way is through conditioning." Pens scrambled to. "It's simple - the goal is to make the subject associate being a Milking Man with great things. Seeing as how their jobs are to have orgasms, it's quite easy."

Finishing his sentence, the man pressed a button on the pointer to move to the next slide.

"Better yet, the subject tends to remain cheerful and maintains their personality making this method the most ethical way to create a Milking Man, but it's slow and doesn't work on the ones with a bit more willpower - so we have other methods."

Murmurs sprung up among the room as they saw what was on the next slide.

"Sexual torture, both psychological and physical, is one of these alternative methods. The subject is kept in solitary for days on end, tied up, naked, afraid and on the verge of an orgasm. It wreaks havoc on them, most break in a week or so. But this is unethical, strips them of personality and makes them only good for milking which just isn't our way of doing things here - we really only use it on the bad boys."

The room was glad that their lecturer hadn't included pictures for this one.

"So naturally there is a combination of the speed of torture and the benefits of conditioning, hypnosis. The subject is put into a trance like state and from there we shape them into what we want. We can add fake memories, alter memories the whole lot. Their personality won't change much and most importantly they'll do whatever we ask."

That got some curious looks.

"But such a great method has disadvantages: it's incredibly difficult to perform and we here at The 69th Facility only have one person capable of doing this correctly..."

And as the slides moved on the identity was revealed:

"Me, Tino Clover. Any questions?"

Smiling as plenty of hands went up, the slim and trim hyena ran a hand through his eccentrically colored mohawk. Despite being a towering 6'1 and in the middle of his forties, the man was only eleven and a half stone. In addition to this, he was yet to lose that wild look in his light brown eyes. If it weren't for his stern, punctual and dedicated attitude most would mistake him for a reckless, young adult and not a dominant Doctor of Psychology with a specialty in pleasure.

Tino was the ideal Milker, according to his bosses; his body, attitude and cock were sexy enough to turn the Milking Men on and his fun personality was something they seemed to latch on to. On top of that, he had a speedy record when it came to breaking them in and his style (a plain white t-shirt and tight-fitting jeans) fit the ranch hand aesthetic they liked to go for.

As the last of the questions were answered and the final trainee filtered out, Tino gathered his belongings and moved out of the small lecture hall. Almost immediately he was watching back the lecture as he moved to the first assignment of the day. The introduction he gave to the trainees was perfect - he'd spared no detail in explaining the layout of the building. He'd be shocked if any trainee didn't understand that the facility was laid out in a cross shape enclosed within a circle, that the center of this circle was where the work was planned and organized or if they'd failed to pick up on the fact that each quadrant held a different type of milk man and the facilities they required.

Right now, Tino was moving from the center to the 'Pony Quadrant' where all the ponies and pseudo-horses were housed and made.

Today's victim, as Tino liked to call his clients, was Elliot Goldflower. This Elliot had agreed to come to work for them without a taster session or anything. This was... shady to say the least, so they were going to run some tests on him first to see if he was worth the trouble. If he was, it'd be Tino's job to take Elliot and mold him into something they could work with using hypnosis and the usual drug treatment.

Reading the file as he walked, Tino learnt that this Elliot was only nineteen making him the youngest in the facility if he was accepted. And he acted like it. According to the reports, he was more or less the definition of a horny little fuck boy: promiscuous, cruel and uncaring - the type of person who loved to bully and belittle others. So long as he didn't mouth off to Tino, they wouldn't have a problem.

Having reached the door, the hyena slipped his phone into his pocket and unlocked the door with a keycard. A cocky voice spoke:

"Yo, are you the fag I've been waiting for? Where the fuck was you, I've been waiting half an hour."

They were going to have a problem.

All rooms in the facility, the floor, the ceiling and the walls were covered in white tiles. This room was no exception. The only difference was the two comfortable beanbags in the center and the fake wall at the back.

The man who had spoken, Elliot, rested on one of these beanbags dressed in jogging bottoms and a sloppy, graphic tee. The horse was lounging without a care in the world, his tail swishing angrily between his legs and his hooves tapping the tiles in impatience. Tino ignored this.

"Greetings, Elliot." Extending a forepaw for the horse to shake, Tino continued: "I'm Dr. Clover, I'll be assessing you- "

"Why?" Replied the stallion with an insulted huff. "It can't be that hard to qualify for this shit."

"I'd appreciate it if you watched your language, Mr. Goldflower. Else you and I won't be getting along. Is that understood?"

Elliot didn't reply instantly. Tino sat opposite the horse in the other beanbag and used the moment of silence to take in the horse's features. Judging by the structure of his face and his overall physique, Elliot was a thoroughbred. Perfect, their seed tended to go for more. His beautiful, pale green eyes would look good on the promotional material as well.

"Yeah..." The equine replied awkwardly after being stared down by the hyena.

"Now then, Elliot. You signed all of the contracts at the reception, yes?"

A nod in response, clearly, he was trying to be disobedient by not saying a word.

"That's good. Are you comfortable?"

Again, the horse nodded, albeit after shuffling about and lying back in the bean bag.

"Right, I need you to look at this..." Tino continued.

A sparkling medallion slipped from the hyena's grasp. It rocked back and forth in the air for a moment then came to a standstill.

"This is a test to check your obedience." A lie, but he couldn't really let Elliot know that he was going to hypnotize him into becoming a mindless sex toy for the next few weeks or so.

"Hah! I've already failed then, creep."

Fortunately, the jock wasn't smart enough to know what hypnotism looked like. The medallion began oscillating back and forth. like the pendulum of a grandfather clock, with a strong, steady rhythm. Elliot's eyes fixated on the object, but he couldn't say why. As he did, the hyena whispered several things: 'Don't blink', 'Focus on it' and eventually 'You're going to grow weary.' That typical phrase would have alerted anyone with half a brain, but either Elliot was too stupid to know what was happening or already trapped.

Tino instructed him on how to breath. In through the nose until he could take in no more, then exhale through the mouth for five seconds. Then repeat. Once. Twice. Three times. Four times.

"Your head is heavy." Tino explained, giving Elliot no opportunity to debate or disagree. The horse gave a soft nod in response. "Rest."

Elliot wasn't completely gone just yet. But that was normal. Tino repeated:

"Your head is heavy. Rest."

Still he hadn't achieved the desired result.

"Your head is heavy. Rest."

Finally, Elliot's eyes lulled over, and he entered the hypnotic state. The process could begin.

When it came to the typical tricks such as dancing on a chair or admitting to secrets, this level of hypnotism would be enough. But what Tino needed was to lock Elliot into such a deep trance and to make him so impressionable he would do the most dirty, taboo acts imaginable.

"Rapidly open and close your eyes." The hyena instructed.

Elliot did so, each time focusing on the object in the hyena's forepaw that was still swinging back and forth. It wasn't long before Elliot had gone even deeper. His blinking slowed down at Tino's command and at the whisper of the word 'stop' the blinking ended. Now it was time to ensure Elliot would stay like this for a long time.

With his spare forepaw, Tino started to unbutton his jeans. They were getting tight just from thinking about what he was going to do to the horse in front of him and better yet from the sight of a helpless, handsome Hoss who would almost do anything.

"Shut your eyes, your lids are heavy like stone. They weigh so much it is difficult to keep them open. Shut your eyes."

Tino's soft voice and Elliot's hypnotic state worked well together, the horse instantly closed his eyes.

"You've found that your eyelids are glued together, they're stuck. You can try to open your eyes, but they are stuck."

Twitching a little, Elliot tried to open his eyes, but found that he couldn't even though nothing was wrong with them. With this in place, Tino could retrieve the items he'd hidden away without running the risk of Elliot seeing them, panicking and breaking out of it.

"Good. You will not open your eyes until I instruct you to do so."

Tino smirked a little. He finally placed the pendulum down, stood up and slid his jeans down his legs revealing toned muscles that (despite not being able to compare to some of the stallions at the facility) were rather impressive. These rooms were well heated, these rooms were well heated, the hyena could stand around in his underwear if he so wished and this he did; Tino removed his white t-shirt, his shoes and his socks leaving him in a standard issue plain, white jockstrap. He'd put more care into his underwear, but no fur was going to see it today. That being said, style was important.

Walking over to the back wall, Tino pushed against a certain panel, twisted it and stepped back.

The wall lifted revealing a hidden room. It was known as 'The Toy Box.' It contained several varieties of bondage racks and other ways to bind a boy down alongside milking machines, dildo machines and more of the mechanical variety. Then there were crates and crates of sexual toys ranging from wands to vibrators to dildos; all of which were made to stimulate a man's prostate so well even the most trained slut wouldn't be able to hold back their orgasm. Most importantly, well-kept BDSM gear was hung up on one of the racks.

Tino retrieved his signature black leather cap and the matching X-shaped harness that met in the middle in an O-ring. He tugged his jockstrap off and replaced it with assless chaps. The crotch could unzip if he needed it, but he was sure his bare ass would be enough to make Elliot horny. The look was topped off with fingerless, biker gloves.

The final item of interest was a plastic box. Inside were several different colored pills and powders neatly organized into different compartments. Each pill had a different purpose and Tino knew them all.

The red pill induced a trance like state and when coupled with his hypnotism it would force a boy into doing anything by slowing down brain activity in decision making areas, the blue pill was a popper and would help Elliot or any other milking pony take incredible girths, the green powder promoted muscle growth, the white pills boosted orgasm viscosity and several other attributes of the liquid whilst finally the black pills would begin to block the recipient's early memories. All Tino needed was the red and the blue. For now.

Returning to Elliot, Tino pushed the pills against the horse's lips and commanded him to swallow. The horse did so without a second passing and without water, Tino had forgotten to bring any liquid and he wasn't the type to piss in a boy's throat nor was he going to blow an orgasm so soon. He waited a moment, then spoke.

"Open your eyes."

The effects of the red pill could be seen, Elliot's eyes seemed to glaze over as if he was nothing more than an empty husk. The only time his face moved even the slightest bit was when he blinked.

"Close your eyes. Then strip for me."

The rules of the facility were that no milking pony could wear clothes, to set them apart from the workers and to remind them that they weren't people so long as they were under the roof of the facility. At one point, they had them walking on all fours, but that rule had been phased out several years ago. They had other, better ways of further degrading the milking ponies after all.

Tino took a seat and rubbed at his crotch as the horse began slipping off his t-shirt, slowly unveiling a muscular frame. Elliot had the body of a Spartan: rippling muscles, perfect pecs, bread bun abs... The whole deal. As the shirt hit the floor, his jeans followed too leaving him fully naked. He wasn't wearing underwear, presumably he was worried about his beast cock ripping whatever he wore. That garnered a chuckle from the hyena.

"Strike some poses for me, now. Seduce me with them." A dominant growl escaped Tino's lips as he began to grow hard underneath the chaps. "Make like a stripper."

It was difficult not to use the hypnotized boy as a fuck toy, to take his mouth and cum in his throat or push him against the wall and fuck him hard; the fact that Elliot was good at posing didn't help.

First, Elliot crossed his legs one behind the other in a dancer's pose and stretched himself up high. He stood on the edges of his hooves, his frame extended out as he turned around ever so slowly to reveal that his tail was flagged and raised to show off his thick butt that jiggled ever so slightly from his movements. With a giggle that sounded silly in his deep voice, he raised his arms above his head brushing over his hair and bent them behind him so that his fingertips were just about touching his shoulder blades. Elliot held this pose perfectly, not wobbling in the slightest as his chest rose and fell in a slow rhythm.

"Relax, pony. Feel the warm water of the shower cascading down over you as you stand naked, dampening your beautiful fur and rolling down your figure, your balls, your buttocks..."

Elliot's reaction was to smile with joy and sink down onto the backs of his hooves. His posture straight, he tipped his head back ever so slightly and neighed softly as he felt water splash against him. It was all in his head, but the hypnosis made it feel, smell and even look real. He pushed his forepaws through his hair and made that into his second pose.

"Feel just so... relaxed." Tino spoke again in a voice as smooth as honey, watching the boy's sheath ever so closely. "Feel good."

These words were repeated over and over again as Elliot rotated around, still imagining the water of the shower falling over his body. The technique was simple and when coupled with visual, psychedelic patterns it could easily induce an orgasm. Though Tino was just going to use it to make the horse rock-solid and dribbling pre like he never had before.

"When I say one..." Tino paused. "You're going to think of your first time being penetrated."

Elliot's ears twitched at the word "penetrated."

"When I say two..." Another pause. "You're going to think of your first time having your cock touched... And when I say three, you're going to think of your first time having an orgasm... You will not orgasm, however. No cum will drip from your penis, only pre. You will linger on the very edge of an orgasm. Tell me about your first time being taken, Pony."

Although he was silent for a moment, Elliot eventually answered:

"I let my ex-girlfriend peg me as a birthday present."

"And what about the first time having your cock touched by someone else?"

"I was behind the net with a girl I liked, getting a handy behind the football field was a right of passage on the team."

"Finally, your first time having an orgasm?"

"I'd heard about it from other people, so I wanted to try it. I painted the shower wall and almost clogged the drain."

Dr. Clover snickered at that last one, Elliot was going to have to get used to clogged drains if he ever wanted to use the public showers at the facility.

The horse had the memories there in his head and they were ready to be released at the mention of the number.

"1..."

Elliot gasped, his legs suddenly parting and the dream of being inside of the shower ending. Tino got up and moved to watch the horse's tailhole twitching along with his legs as he felt a strap splitting open his virginal hole.

"Ah! Ah!" More gasps came, whiney and needy, but with a hint of terror in them.

"2..."

The horse grunted some more, legs beginning to shake as his cock dropped from his sheath. It grew hard slowly but surely.

Tino danced between '1' and '2', each time inciting the same response and the same memories from the pony. If Elliot passed these tests, Tino would begin removing and replacing these memories. It was fascinating how much he could change about someone using hypnosis and a few false memories.

In no time, the stallion's cock was rock hard. Standing tall and proud against his chest, it quivered and shook with the rest of Elliot's body as his orgasm built. Elliot reached down towards his cock with a forepaw, only for Tino to quickly respond in that same soft voice he'd used before.

"You will not touch yourself, Elliot. Let your lover do it."

Obediently, Elliot's forepaw withdrew and the thought of somefur else jacking off his cock became even stronger to the point where he could see the entire scene in his head. Colors, sounds, smells... everything, it was as if he was living it again. With a deep, guttural whiny, Elliott reached back and spread his ass cheeks apart for the imaginary cock. Moaning each time, he rocked back and forth on his hooves. Gritting his teeth, Tino moved onto the next stage, unable to bear watching the boy's fruitless torment.

"3."

Elliot's cries filled the room:

"Ah! Ah! Ohhhh! O-o-o!"

His cock stiffened, going rigid against his chest, and shook quite violently as if he was having an orgasm. But the horse was simply unable to come and despite the movements of his cock and the feeling of having such a powerful orgasm all he could do was leak pre. And that pre came forth at a tremendous rate, oozing down his member like a river as it spanned out into several flows.

"3."

And it happened all over again, Elliot's body shaking just as violently as before as he tipped his head back and roared. Precum squirted out in a geyser. In no time, Elliot's entire cock was coated in a sheen of precum and it continued to billow out over his sheath and down to his balls before pooling on the floor. The horse had lost total control, he collapsed to his knees. Staring at the ground with closed eyes as the fake orgasm decimated him, all he could do was pant and whine and beg for the terrorizing orgasm to end, but at the same time never end.

"Your orgasm has ended." Tino announced, satisfied with the results.

Elliot returned to the normal, pacified state. His breathing regulated, his cock was no longer spraying pre like a fountain and he didn't look at all as if he'd just had the most intense, ruined orgasm of his life. This boy had the obedience of a true milking pony, even after only going through the earliest stages of the hypnotism. What Tino could do with this boy was unspeakable, but he still needed to put the horse through the post important tests.

"Remain here."

Tino rose up and moved over to the wall of gear again, retrieving black latex gloves along with a heavy bottle of lubricant that was so strong it probably wasn't supposed to be applied to a man's tailhole and the largest buttplug he could find. It was obvious what this was for. Dildos, anal beads and whatever else could be used for training were out of the question: what the boy needed was a fingering and then a fisting. Tino was happy to supply these. A bowl, normally used to collect jizz in times of electrical failure, was also collected. Tino was going to use this to collect any lube that slipped out, to save on the budget and what not.

"Pressing your face against the floor, remain on your knees and raise your ass until you're presenting to me." The hyena said from behind the horse.

Elliot, still on his knees, lowered himself down until his face rubbed harshly against the floor. Once there, his tailhole was raised towards the hyena and he reached back to part his cheeks. Just as Tino suspected, the horse's pucker was puffed a little bit: clearly Elliot was the type to take it up the ass on the regular. This wouldn't be too challenging then.

"Stay until I tell you to move again. You are not allowed to orgasm."

Bondage, cock rings and all the other hardcore gear some chose to make sure that their milking ponies wouldn't move or ejaculate early simply weren't necessary with Tino: he knew his hypnotism would hold strong. The red pill was making all this and more possible.

Holding his forepaw out, Tino pressed down on the pump and out came a wad of lube. It wasn't enough though, Tino pumped and pumped until a large amount of it had pooled in the cup of his hand. He spread them across the black, latex gloves that he was now wearing before slapping down a few dollops onto Elliot's tailhole. The boy didn't even shiver from the cold of the sloppy liquid hitting his most sensitive area.

His forepaws squelching, Tino took two fingers and pressed them against Elliot's tailhole. The trick to stretching out any and every boy was starting small and then working the way up until the poor tailhole could take an entire forearm. That was the goal for the end of Elliot's conditioning, but Tino made it his goal for the end of the session. After all, if he took it easy, he was never going to break the pony in.

Those fingers journeyed forwards into the slippery tailhole, taking with them large dollops of lubricant to spread into Elliot's tailhole. The glide was smooth, with hardly any resistance confirming Tino's suspicion that Elliot had been around the block a few times. Finding his fingers knuckle deep in the horse, the hyena started to explore with his fingers.

Being hypnotized and commanded to be motionless, Elliot did not jerk around or moan to signal that the hyena had found his prostate. Tino was certain he'd found it and gave the little mound three patient rubs, up and down it. When he saw fresh, glistening precum dribbling down to the floor he knew for certain that he'd found it.

Scissoring his fingers open, the hyena began to give Elliot a slight stretching. The cutie's tailhole put up just the right amount of resistance - the average cock could probably give him a pleasurable fuck, but anything bigger than average (which the pony was sure to encounter at the facility) would still be impossible. And so, Tino had to keep going.

Those two fingers were withdrawn; sliding all the way out until only the tips were clinging onto the rim of his tailhole. Tino's third finger joined the fray. Then, a generous amount of lube was applied. It slipped off of him like treacle on a cake, only it didn't smell quite as nice and was silky rather than sticky. The hyena rotated his fingers as he did this, so that every inch of the fingers was coated. When there was a thick coating on his digits, he began to finger fuck Elliot once more.

Was it an excessive amount of lube? Yes, but it did mean that Tino could do things how he liked. His fingers came in and out of the pony's tailhole like clockwork, if the clock had been pushed into overdrive. If the boy was in control of himself, he'd be moaning and rocking back and forth as his orgasm approached, but none of that was possible under Tino's control. Instead his cock simply shook violently, unable to reach orgasm as if his body had forgotten how to do so.

Every five seconds, the finger fucking would stop, and the fingers would be slowly withdrawn. Then, of course, more lube would be applied, and the process would be repeated. Tino liked to be sure and so this process was repeated for a good five minutes. By then, the bowl underneath them was a quarter full of lube and pre-cum. Tino had half a mind to trap them separately and have Elliot drink the pre-cum, but he was here to train the pony, not screw with him.

Before he ramped up to four fingers, Tino withdrew all of his fingers and started to pump more lube onto Elliot's tailhole. 1 pump... 2 pumps... 3 pumps... And then he pushed four fingers in with a short, slow jabbing motion until he felt resistance. Then out again, three more pumps of lube and another jabbing motion. He got a little further this time but drew back eventually. 1... 2... 3... At this rate, the hyena was going to run out of lube.

After a few more, Tino stopped and instead pushed his fingers halfway in. He wiggled them about, stroking and teasing Elliot's prostate without mercy. He also managed to stretch the boy out a little more by pushing and proding his walls. Eventually, his wrist became sore, but now he could have four fingers resting in there without finding any of Elliot's walls. On a normal boy, this'd be disastrous, but Tino couldn't have felt more pride over what he'd done to Elliot in such a short time.

He pushed in deeper, going further and further with no response from Elliot until only his thumb was stopping him from going further. A good five inches of fingers deep, Tino grinned to himself when he saw that the pony still hadn't managed to orgasm - his hypnotism really was the real deal.

Withdrawing his fingers, Tino contemplated finger fucking the boy fast for the fun of it, but he was on the clock and had a job to do.

He inspected his work: a thick cream of lube had formed around the horse's tailhole, which was now ever so slightly gaped from the stretching. It quivered and trembled, desperately trying to close back up and stop the escaping flow of lube. This boy was going to need one hell of a butt plug.

Now came the fun part. Applying more and more lube to his fist, getting ready to tear the horse a new one, he rubbed them together and spread lube over every inch of the rubber gloves with lewd squelches.

He brought the balled-up fist to the horse's tail hole and without any hesitation, pushed inside. His entire fist was swallowed up by Elliot without much trouble. Tino simply advanced forward, truly stretching the boy's tailhole to its limits until he could go no further. Elliot was panting beneath him, squeezing and clenching around the invading fist, but doing nothing to force it out. He couldn't, not without orders to do so. The tub of precum and lube was now overflowing, spilling over the sides as Elliot's dripping cock continued to leak. But, even with all that, the pony was nowhere near his goal.

For one, Tino's fist wasn't the girthiest and for two, he wasn't as deep in the horse as he could have been. He needed to get it down to his elbow at least and really ruin the - otherwise he wouldn't be able to handle the horses who would absolutely want to fuck him. But the hyena did have one trick up his sleeve.

Removing his fist, leaving Elliot moaning and groaning for something to fill him up again, Tino returned to the Toy Box and retrieved small, metal balls that were no bigger than a golf ball. Of course, these wouldn't stretch the pony out at all, so that was where their specialty came in. Tino retrieved the controller and tested them, at the press of a button the balls slowly inflated until they were the size of shot puts. Perfect.

As he approached the slut, they were deflated once more, but not for long. The first was slipped inside of Elliot, accumulating a thin coating of lube as it went down. Then it was inflated. Elliot began to writhe and moan as the hard, unmoving ball forced his deepest walls to stretch and adapt. There was a notable bulge in Elliot's stomach by the time the ball had reached full size. The remaining three followed the same process, until all four were fully sized and Elliot's tailhole was fully stretched. But his rim, although puffy and bruised, was not stretched.

"Push them out." Tino ordered.

Immediately, the pony began to huff and squeeze as he tried to force the swollen metal objects out of his abused tailhole. It was more difficult than he could have imagined, they hardly budged and in fact he barely had the strength to make them move. His cock beneath him simply strained and pumped out pre cum whilst his opening seemed to quiver.

And then one of them could be seen through the slight gape, peaking out with its metal face. It escaped his tailhole slowly, inching out every few seconds until half of it was completely out. Elliot groaned and the ball stopped, half hanging out of his tailhole as he tried to adjust to the feeling of his entire tailhole being so loose.

With one final push, the ball popped out with a dirty noise. It was followed by a rush of lube. The remaining balls surged out too, appearing and then falling out of the ruined tailhole so fast Tino barely had time to catch them all. He set them off to the side for now then returned to inspect and prod.

Using both hands, he slotted four fingers into the boys hole with ease and pulled at the sides to see how it would stretch. It was rather impressive, so gaped and ruined that he could see inside with ease. The boy would be able to take a fist as deep as it could physically go and more importantly, a horse cock. It was time to test that first bit though.

Lining up a lubed fist, Tino pushed one last time. With the pony's tailhole too thoroughly stretched to stop him, the hyena's fist went deeper and deeper. It plunged way past his wrist and his forearm, Elliot was passing this test with flying colors.

But Tino couldn't help himself. The hyena just had to do one last thing. He withdrew his fist the entire way, took aim and threw his fist forwards in a punch. The fist slipped inside the boy's hole, speeding forwards down to the bicep before becoming buried and stopping.

"What the fuck!" Elliot cried, his hypnotism beginning to fail. He found that he couldn't move, but he was certainly conscious.

And that meant he could tell there was an arm shoved in his tailhole. He moaned deep, buckling under the pleasure and collapsing over on his front. His cock was squeezed between his legs, causing him to squirt pre cum wildly.

"Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck!" The pony continued to wail, not sure if he should be having a mind breaking orgasm or trying to force the fist out.

Tino dove into action, not ready to let Elliot out of the conditioning, especially since he was beginning to see the pony's balls flare up as he approached an orgasm. The sparkling medallion came out and it was dangled in front of the pony once more. Like a moth to a flame, Elliot focused on the trigger in front of him and stopped complaining for a second.

"Your head is heavy... Rest." Tino spoke with a smooth, confident voice.

And just like that, the previous hypnotism and the red pill came back into effect. Elliot was gone again, back into his milking pony headspace - the perfect toy whose cock was no longer about to explode in an orgasm and who was content with having his tailhole turned into a tunnel. With a sigh of relief, Tino slowly withdrew his fist (and his arm) until it was completely free.

A gush of lube followed. The gape was so wide Tino could stick his cock in and not even come close to feeling the walls. After just one session, the pony's tailhole was beginning to sag and wrinkle like a horse cunt - he'd be perfect in less than a week or so. Although, Tino was obliged to prevent the boy from prolapsing; apparently those who left the facility once their contract was up didn't enjoy finding out, not only had they not fucked a cunt in over a year, their asshole could stretch like one. Tino worked an impressively large plug into the boy's hole.

Now came the part Elliot could enjoy. Or at least, would enjoy.

Tino ordered the boy to stand and led him towards a wall. The hyena pushed in one of the panels and twisted, the panel pushed inwards and then upwards to reveal and opening in the wall - an onahole. It was cushioned, pink and already lubed up - the perfect place for a recently broken pony to stick their cock. He'd still be allowed to fuck these onaholes whilst they were getting measurements, but the very second the data was complete he probably wouldn't fuck anything again.

Obedient Elliot slowly pushed his cock in deep, his legs trembling as he almost came from that alone. But of course, until Tino said it out loud the horse wouldn't be able to cum. It was hard to tell if Tino had forgotten this fact or if he was going to enjoy watching the horse attempt to cum. The hyena leaned up to the horse's ear and whispered:

"Fuck it like you mean it."

And all of a sudden, the horse's hips began to go back wild. He pushed against the wall to brace himself and began to drive his cock in and out of the silky fake pussy like his life depended on it. Inside, the veiny cock throbbed and pulsed as it shot thin strands of pre cum all through-out, allowing him to buck and fuck even faster. His balls swung wildly beneath him and his face slowly transformed into one of a horny, dumb jock.

But, of course, he couldn't cum. The horse began to whiney and moan, completely unable to even push out a drop of cum whilst the hyena's almost supernatural hypnosis was in play. He was approaching two minutes of nonstop fucking when his pace began to slow, unable to reach his peak or even maintain the speed as the confusion and pleasure overwhelmed him. Elliot reached a halt soon, buried deep inside of the onahole, panting.

"That's enough. Remain still."

Tino approached the wall again and pressed a few buttons. He needed accuracy and this setting would provide just that.

The silky walls of the special onahole receded, replaced by cold, metal walls. On top of that, to provide a better angle in which none of the seed would get stuck; the platform on which the pony stood was raised and the device tilted, until it was angled downwards. Metal clamps locked around the horse's manhood, trapping him there and squeezing a few drops of pre out of the tip. It was an odd, confusing sensation for the pony, who began to doubt and worry a little.

A bright, red, flashing "READY" appeared on the screen that Tino was using.

"You may cum now."

Elliot tried to buck his hips and cum on his own the moment he heard the words. But Tino had other plans. He pressed the button on his screen and the imprisoned penis was hit with a short jolt of electricity, but that small burst had plenty of impact.

It forced the pony to cum, making him immediately cry out with a pleasured 'Yes!' As the shocks echoed throughout his member, the tip spewed and sprayed a thick helping of pony jizz across the metal passageway. The edging proved quite fruitful, an incredible amount of cum surged forwards to fill the waiting tank. Each gooey cumshot splattered all over the metal. There was so much that if he'd dumped it inside of somefur they'd probably be bulging with all the seed.

It took a good three minutes for all of the cum to be drained from Elliot's cock. Powerful, body shaking shot after shot was fired off. After ten of them, he was spent, and the rest dribbled out from his tip. A quick suck from the machine's internal fan made sure that there was no leftover cum.

An immense amount of pleasure and happiness both from fulfilling an order and having an orgasm washed over the pony, it was a little too much as he immediately began to slump. The moment the machine released his cock he fell to his knees, nursing his poor, milked cock with one hand.

Tino checked his device. A whole litre! For a pony who was only just starting it, that was pretty incredible. With a few more rounds of the medicine, he could easily be reaching a gallon in no time. If he produced this much every time, Elliot would be leaving a rich man. If he ever wanted to leave that is.

All that was left was to send the pony back to his quarters. The medallion came out once again, immediately the exhausted pony's eyes followed the swings. All it took was one simple command.

"Sleep."

And just like that, the horse was locked in a deep slumber.

A week later, Elliot awoke in his new bed. He'd gotten used to the feeling of it underneath him and he was just as acclimated to being naked constantly. On top of this, he was starting to like the idea of having his abused ass ready for anyone to take at any time.

His routine had already been trained into him, he slipped out of bed and reached for the medicine on the desk he'd been provided with. The desk was more of a shelf with a flimsy stool next to it. He shook out one black pill, which he swallowed immediately. These pills would eventually start to block his earlier memories and ensure that the hypnotism would not fail. Then came the green powder, which was enabling him to build up muscle much faster than usual. Combined with the fact that he did nothing but train and exercise, he'd already built up a considerable amount of bulk and muscle. Finally, there was the white pill for his orgasms, which were going to make them thicker and provide them with more volume.

Outside of the iron door that kept him confined in the windowless, barn-looking space he could hear a voice. He recognized it as his milker. It wasn't Tino and he didn't have a name to put to this milker, all he knew was that they were responsible for him. He was talking to the recorder he carried around with him.

"Subject 132 has already fallen into a daily routine, he shows no signs of resistance to the pills or resistance of any manner. He has so far been the perfect subject, despite his troubling, natural personality. His body is growing slowly however, he is only 6'11, which his considerably smaller than the other horses..."

Other horses? Elliot thought to himself about that. There must have been others like him, 131 to be exact. He'd heard moans and cries of pleasure through the walls, all of which only made him hornier and more desperate to please his masters so that he could be released and fuck - no... get fucked, by these other horses.

That was another change, the pony rarely wanted to fuck things, all he wanted was to please others. A natural side effect of his breaking. Despite that, he was still ordered to fuck the onahole in the wall everyday before he slept. It was the closest he could get to having actual sex and instead of picturing a fit bird in the place of the sex toy, he pictured himself and only himself. The cock that was fucking him changed every time. His milker had assured him that such changes were natural and if the milker said so, he was happy for the change to come.

The pony dropped to his hands and knees, ready to start doing more push ups. Like always, he'd go until he passed out.

"1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6..."

And that was just what had happened in the first week.

By the third week, strange things were happening. As his milker put it:

"The subject is... becoming smaller, rather than growing larger. The treatments are not performing as planned, but rather we appear to be going down the path that our ponies experience. The most obvious sign of this is the lack of pleasure he receives from the onahole. Last night, he was unable to reach orgasm alone and required a vibrator to be applied to his prostate. Cum volume has dropped considerably, yet pre volume is increasing ten fold."

Elliot didn't mind these facts at all, he didn't even care that what was happening was strange, even to the milkers.

"His features are considerably more feminine: his jawline and muscles, have shrunk to sizes that are smaller than what was present on the subject before breaking began. To ensure that he does not feel a disconnect between his body and his self-perception, we have taken him off the green powder and training routine to remove muscle density. He will most definitely be assigned as a pony, the other horses will have fun using him."

Perfect. Being used was Elliot's purpose! He didn't know what he'd do with himself if he couldn't please others.

"Parts of his body, notably his hips, belly, thighs and bottom have become larger and more curvy. Subject can be observed admiring itself and giggling at this fact, it hopes that more of it will change to become girly."

Elliot blushed at the thought, he'd been begging to take some sort of pill to make it happen faster the other day.

"It appears that the subject cannot recall any information from the past, not even its own name. So, the time has come for it to be renamed." A sound indicated that the recording had ended, and the door swung open.

Only, it wasn't the usual milker. It was the hyena, Tino, who Elliot hadn't seen in at least a month. Elliot attempted to address and welcome the hyena but could only moan as he opened his mouth - the butt plug inside of him providing mind-numbing pleasure.

"What's your name?" Tino asked, the medallion coiled up in his forepaw.

The milking pony didn't hesitate.

"Subject 132."

"And what is your purpose?"

"Please others."

"Good."

There was a chilling silence as the medallion was unfurled. The moment he saw it, Subject 123 stared straight into it and stopped bucking its hips. He was completely infatuated by the sight, not even needing to be told to stare anymore.

"Your name is Blossom. Do you understand?"

"Yes." Blossom responded, almost happy that he had a name now.

"Your purpose is to be milked by this facility, but also to allow the other Milking Men in this facility to use you as a pleasure tool. Do you like the sound of this? Many of them are eager to meet you."

"Yes, I can't wait!" Blossom smiled.

"Good. I suppose I should tell you that you're submissive, servile... Whatever way you put it, it's in your nature to obey and follow the orders of others, understood?"

Blossom nodded.

"You're soft and caring... Always mindful of other's needs."

Again, Blossom nodded and accepted.

"Adorable, cute... You're going to be a hit with these other workers."

And just from being told what he was supposed to be like, Blossom began to act that way. Each time he went to do something, those words would echo and he'd act accordingly.

"Thank you, Sir." He responded with a smile, happy to help as always.

"The pleasure has been all mine, Blossom."

Another grin spread across the hyena's face.

"Sleep."

Once more, Blossom found himself passed out on the floor, drifting off into a deep sleep; he needs his rest, he had had a whole year of hard work ahead of him.