Pony Town
Pony Town
by
William W. Kelso
It's been over twenty years now since I was made into a Pony Boy. As far as I know myself, and all of the other Ponies, had it done to us against our will. I guess a few might have volunteered though. At first it was a horrible and degrading experience, but things have changed greatly over the years.
I was kidnapped when I was fifteen years old, just grabbed off the street after I had run away from home. I'd had a stupid fight with my Dad, and had left in a big pout. I'd done it before. Boy was I stupid.
I woke up in a stall, drugged and confused. At first I was made to wear a latex suit with special "hoof" gloves for my feet and hands, and was forced to wear an elaborate real looking pony head. I was "trained" with the usual mixture of pain and reward, and was also trained to provide any sexual services, male or female, that my handlers wanted. Both with humans, other "Ponies" and real horses, mules, or donkeys. I learned to perform the required sexual acts without protesting in order to avoid being punished, and the I found out the more you acted like a real animal the less you were punished. I even came to greatly enjoy some of the acts. I also came to realize I was very lucky I was allowed to remain a stallion as many male Ponies were gelded. I guess it took them about a year to break me and make me accept my new "life". I was also broken to wearing different kinds of halters, bridles and harness. The hoof boots hurt horribly at first, but they soon had a custom made set made for me, and it was much better after that.
I was sold to my first master and kept in his private stables with other Ponies and real animals.
I was trained to pull a pony cart, or a dual tandem rig with another Pony named Jeff. I even won my master some prizes for speed and performance. I of course knew I "used" to be a man, but quickly found that being a Pony wasn't that bad. I was taken care of, had few worries, and provided with sexual partners on a regular basis. And I enjoyed the sex, at least as a stallion, with any female. Even with real equines, it no longer mattered to me since I was supposed to be one myself.
After about five years he sold me to a new master, and I was taken to a place called Pony Town, and things quickly developed from there. Pony Town was an actual town where almost all the people owned one or more Ponies. It had a town hall, police station, and even a school! I'd guess the population was over 1,000. Everyone in that town of course knew what we were, but either didn't care or were well paid not to. Where it was located I never found out, or really cared. There were hundreds of other Ponies like me too, and that was very interesting! We seldom had human sexual partners anymore, and were pretty much limited to one another or true equines, which was fine with us!
After being broken and trained, my body had been dyed to make me a "Sorrel Pony". I wore a fake tail, the hoof boots and gloves, head mask, and special halters and other tack designed for my body. Then shortly after my second master took me to Pony Town I was taken to a special "veterinary" clinic for the first of several operations.
In the first operation I had my face modified. They flattened my nose and changed the shape of my lips and cheeks, and after I was healed it did look like I had a real, but somewhat blunt, muzzle. My ears were also lengthened and reshaped to look like horses ears, and when they healed I could swivel them, and the new shape actually improved my hearing! And over time it was done to all the other Ponies as well. I now realize they must have some top notch first rate vets and surgeons, and that they must keep up with all the new discoveries and procedures. I'm sure many of these new discoveries were tried out on us first.
The second modifications came in the very surprising addition of a tail and mane, out of fully real living hair! I heard it referred to as "synthe-hair". Evidently it was created for balding people, and once grafted on it became real, living hair! It would grow and have to be trimmed just like regular hair. From bald people to Ponies wasn't much of a leap. My master had me given a nice long black tail and mane, and the groom kept them nicely braided. I also now had a coat of very equine like hair added to my body with the use of some sort of steroids (?) or something in the form of a thick cream. It burned at first, but after a few full body applications of the treatment I soon had a nice glossy full coat. It was much nicer then body dye, warmer in the winter and cooler in the summer and helped keep away the flies! And no more sunburn! My master was very pleased at how I turned out, and so was I! And soon all the other Ponies had had the same treatments. There were other Sorrels like me, but also Grays, Appaloosas, paints, blues, etc. And there was less and less sex with human partners, my couplings became limited to Pony Mares and Jennies, which was fine with me!
About two years later I was taken to the hospital for more alterations. This time they were extreme, and very painful to start with. The modified my feet and lower legs, removing most of my feet and changing the bone structure in my lower legs. I don't know exactly what they did, but somehow they fitted a kind of caps over what was left of my feet, caps that were perfectly formed hooves, and like the synthe-hair, it became real living flesh and bone! It took some time for the "graft" to take, and I spent most of my time in the hospital or laying down in my stall until it did. It really hurt at first, and I suffered. My master came to visit me several times every day, he was so concerned. But once the grafts healed and the blood flow was restored it made a big difference! They were no longer sore at all, and it increased my speed and endurance considerably! They felt so much nicer then the boots had. And the hoof material would grow just like real hooves, and I had to have a visit from a farrier on a regular basis from trimming. Of course now I had to wear shoes, but that was fine. And as usual soon all the Ponies were sporting new entirely natural looking living hooves! And now the streets echoed to the sound of shoes on the payment! The rubber boots had not made much noise, but now you hear the clattering and clip-clop sounds of shod hoofs.
About another year later I was taken in for another major alteration. This time my hands received the same treatment, becoming hooves after the operation was over. I guess to save time my back was also operated on at the same time, making it much easier for me to go on all fours instead of standing upright. I had learned to go on all fours if my master desired, but it had always caused back pain, but not any longer! Until then I had mostly pulled a cart upright, but now all the tack had to be redesigned for a four legged Pony. And as usual soon we were all truly quadruped Ponies. And I could run so much faster now, it was exhilarating! I loved nothing better than to dash around a pasture or paddock with other Ponies, all of us squealing and having fun!
And all during this time we had been receiving various operations and modifications. Some functional, others more ornamental. Our ears were perfected, and our faces & jaws were slowlyextended and modified. I could no longer talk, but thanks to vocal cord modifications
I could whinny and nicker quite well, and rather loudly. As I had not been allowed to talk for many years it wasn't any loss. Our teeth were modified along with our jaws, and now we are perfectly content to eat oats and mash, not to mention hay. I guess maybe our guts were modified as well as I have no problem digesting such fare, and find it to be quite filling and tasty.
One of the final alterations where made to my genitals. I woke in the hospital to find myself lying on my side, my genitals wrapped in a big, awkward bandage. I had whinnied and squealed in alarm and worry, but my master visited me fairly often and his presence soon calmed me down. I was mostly worried I had been gelded, like a few of the, mostly, Mule Ponies had been. But to my delight when the bandages were finally removed I had a very nicely formed, and sized, equine penis and loins! When I become aroused it's huge, and the amount of pleasure in coupling with a female has increased in proportion to the size! This almost made what had been done to me worth it!
I know my master loves and cares for me greatly. Once I came down with a sickness of some kind and almost died. For weeks he spent hours on end in my stall taking care of me and seeing that I received the best of care. And when it was finally obvious that I would live, he gently held me and cried. He does not abuse me in any way, and I can not hate him as I did previous masters. I no longer remember any human family, my master and my fellow Ponies are my family now
I realize now that my breeding with the Mares and Jennies are no longer just for pleasure, but also to breed new Ponies. I now see foals and colts following their dams around Pony Town. I'm not sure, but I could swear some are born with almost complete equine bodies now, straight from the womb! It seems I have a good reputation for producing healthy offspring, so my master hires out my services on a regular basis. And there is nothing I like better then servicing a Pony Mare or Jenny.
My master will bring in the Mare or Jenny, and then take me to her stall. I'll already know she's there of course, I can smell her lovely scent! He'll "introduce" me to her, and then let nature take its course. I'll snuffle her rump, and watch and listen to her signals, and when she's ready and lifts her tail for me I'll mount her with a squeal of pleasure. Sometimes my master has to help me seat my penis correctly to penetrate her, but that is fairly rare. If necessary he'll grab my erect penis, and guide it into her vagina for me. Then I'll hump her until I reach my orgasm, and with a guttural moan and flag of my tail I'll come and come, sometimes passing out from the sheer ecstasy! And, oh, it's so glorious! And from their own squeals and whinnies of pleasure I know they enjoy it as much as me! And that first coupling is not the last, I'll be taken to service the same female many more times over the next several days. My master can have up to four Mares or Jennies waiting for my services at any one time! And I am insatiable! And he is so proud of his prime stud Pony stallion!
I doubt even an experienced doctor could tell me from a real miniature pony now. Modifications continue, but they are minor compared to the ones already done. I know now that even my genes and DNA have been modified somehow, or at the least in the sperm my testicles now produce. My master sometimes lets me see my offspring, beautiful perfectly formed little colts and foals that will grow up as perfect Ponies. I doubt if any more true humans are kidnapped and transformed any more, its no longer necessary, and for that I'm happy. Its much cheaper just to buy a real Pony what looks like a normal equine, but has human intelligence.
And I am perfectly content and happy with what I am now, and honestly cannot remember any other life. I know I was human once, but it seems like a long ago fading dream. I know they also modified my brain some as well to make what was happening to me more acceptable and to help me adapt, but I just don't care. I have a good caring master to which I am totally devoted, and I live to make him happy.