This story contains an extreme form of consensual bondage and some sex. This
is intended as fiction only. Please do not get fantasy and reality mixed up
from this or any other story. If you enjoy the ponygirl stories I think you
will like this one. I am just a person with an overactive imagination.
If you like the story let me know. If you don't, find another to read.
Wrote by
tlc/Death Mistress
A Horse's Life
I was led into this room that looked like a cross between a stable and an operating room. I was placed onto the sterile looking table in the middle of the room. David picked up a syringe and I felt a prick as it stuck into my arm. I figured I would go to sleep at this point, but this didn't happen. I
felt a strange numbness in my body, but felt wide awake. David picked up a scalpel and I felt a slight sting as it cut into my back. Whatever he was doing didn't take long. It took only a minute for the incision and then the sutures. David hadn't told me the full extent of the operation, but had told
me enough that I knew the rest wouldn't be that easy. He then clamped my arms into some kind of device that kept them from moving, but gave him plenty of access for the next part of the operation.
David took the same scalpel he used on my back and began to cut the skin across my knuckles and down the palm toward the wrist. There was little pain, but still enough I would wince every time he
made a cut. David then picked up a small electric saw and when he turned it on there was a loud whine. I watched as he brought the saw toward my captured hand. The saw touched the second joint of my finger. There was this terrible grinding noise that sent vibrations and pain throughout my entire body. I screamed in agony, but David continued cutting until all my fingers were gone from the second joint. He also cut off my thumb. I watched as he pushed the remaining part of my fingers into the palm of my hand. He then pulled the skin, that had been peeled away, over the fingers. David sewed the skin together I looked at my hand when he had finished. It no longer look like a hand. It was a ball, which was flat on the end. I wanted to stretch my fingers, but the skin held them to my palm. When David started to cut the Fingers from my other hand I passed out from the pain.
When I came to I was in a bed in a room I had never seen before. As my eyes cleared, I realized I wasn't in a room, but the stall of a stable. I remembered the cutting of my fingers and pulled my arm from under the covers. I was surprised to see my hands had almost healed. I wondered how long I had been out. I was to find out later it had been two weeks. I went to push the covers off of me, but quickly realized my arms and what used to be my hands didn't respond as they should. I looked at my arms and realized they no longer resemble a human's anymore. The length of my arm from the shoulder to the elbow was about twenty inches. I noticed my elbow was now facing the front of my arm. When my brain told my elbow to bend my arm now went toward my body. I new my arms were totally useless, now. I wouldn't even to be able to scratch my nose or wipe my mouth.
Tears began to leak from my eyes as I thought of what I had allowed these people to do to me. I began to cry aloud and there was this strange noise that came from my mouth. Instead of the normal sobbing sounds there was a weak whinny. I stopped crying for a second and tried to speak. What came out of my mouth sent the tears flowing again. The only sound that came from my mouth was a horse's whinny. Finally the tears stopped as I thought how this had always been my fantasy. I hadn't envisioned it going to this extent, but it was my life long fantasy.
I decided to explore my newly reconstructed body. I kicked the covers off and looked at my legs. They to had been modified. The thigh had been broken and now bent in an almost forty five degree angle toward the back. My feet were gone, or most of them. I would guess half of my foot was gone. I was starting to relish my new found body when I felt something tickle my legs. I looked between my legs and saw a horse's tail. A smile broke out on my face for the first time since I had
awaken. This was something I had hoped for, but didn't think it was possible. I reached behind me as best I could with my front hoof and felt my tail. It felt so real. There were no straps holding it on as I could tell. As I was about to pull my hoof away I felt the tail move. I wondered how that had happened. It didn't take long to discover that if I moved the muscle in my
anus, the tail would stand out almost like a penis getting hard.
Twice a day a man would come into my room and placed a bag around my head. There was some grainy substance in the bag. I couldn't see what it was, but it had a good sweet taste. It was a little hard to swallow at first, but within a couple of days I had grown accustomed to eating this grain. When the man would come back to get the feed bag he would leave a pail of water on a chair beside the bed. Since I no longer had hands to lift the bucket, I struggled at first to suck the water out of the pail. This too became much easier as time went on.
It had been another week since I had wakened in the stall when David came in and said, “It's time to get out of bed and try those new hooves out.”
He helped me out of the bed and my first reaction was to try and stand on my rear feet. This was a mistake, if David hadn't pulled me forward I would have fallen on my back. When I fell forward I landed on my, still tender, front hooves.
David said after seeing my mistake, “A muscle has been cut in your back that will prevent you from standing upright.”
I was able to raise up enough to lift my front hooves off the ground about a foot, David placed a halter on my head with a ring just below my chin. He clipped a lead to the ring and told me it was time to take a few steps. He pulled the lead and my chin jutted out. Hesitantly, I took a step. It felt awkward with the changes in what used to be my arms. I would move my left legs and then my right. David pushed back on the lead and told me to how walk. He explained, “You should move my front left leg and the right back at the same time.”
Again he pulled on the lead and I started walking again. Walking with these steps was a little awkward at first. For several minutes we walked around the room. My modified hands began to hurt from carrying my weight. The bottom was also getting a little sore. I lifted up my left front leg to ease the pressure. David said, “They will toughen up after while.”
The next day, David came in and placed the halter on my head and attached the lead. He pulled and I followed as he led me out of the stable. This was the first time I had seen the outside of the farm. There were corals and nothing but green pasture that surrounded the buildings. David led me to a mud hole and tied the lead rope to a rail. He said, “The mud will protect your hooves as you stand to build the strength in your legs.” Before he walked off he added, “The grass is good for the horses to eat. It's a special breed just for your kind.”
David left me tied to the rail and I stood in the mud for most of the day. I would occasionally take a couple of steps to build the circulation. When I moved I couldn't help but look at the way my new front legs bent to the back. This was something that was going to take some getting used to. As I stood there I was getting hungry. The man hadn't brought me the feed bag this morning. I
decided to sample the grass. Since my neck wasn't long like a horses, I had to kneel on my front knees to reach the ground. I tasted the grass and it wasn't too bad. It tasted like most of the greens that grow in a garden. The flavor was similar to cabbage. I had never been one to eat many vegetables, but I knew I had no choice. The good part was I didn't have to worry about cooking. To eat, all I had to do was kneel down.
As I nibbled on the grass, I played with my new tail. I had practiced and found I could make it swing pretty much like a real horse's. A fly landed on my thigh and I moved a muscle
and the tail swung and knocked the fly off. For about three hours I would eat off and on. I felt a rumbling in my stomach and realized I needed to use the bathroom. In the stall they had placed a bag on me to catch my droppings. I didn't know what I was going to do, here. I held the pain as long as possible and knew I was going to go right here. I relaxed my sphincter muscle and pushed
a little. I felt my tail raise into the air and the shit fell into the mud where I was standing. I could see that some of it had hit on my left-rear leg. I felt the stickiness as my tail came back down and covered my ass. I wished I could at least wipe myself, but knew that wasn't possible.
My legs were starting to get weak by the time the sun was going down. I was at the point of laying in the mud when David came, untied me, and lead me back to the barn. He took a garden hose and began to wash me off. He lifted up my tail and washed my shit covered ass and pussy. He then led me to my stall and unhooked the lead rope. He gave me a pat on the ass and I walked into my stall.
All I wanted was to lay down in my bed and then I realized it was gone. The room was bare accept for the water bucket and a pile of hay in the middle. I was so tired that it didn't matter where I laid, just as long as I got off my aching hooves and legs. I knelt down on my front legs and then brought my back legs under me. I started to turn over on my side and stretch my front legs over my head when I realized my shoulders would no longer allow this. They would only go about forty-five degrees in that direction. I changed my position and folded my front legs under me. I finally turned on my side with my legs straight out from my body and went to sleep.
The next morning I woke up itching from the hay and was very stiff. I worked myself to my feet and walked over to the corner of the stable and relieved myself. I think this was the worst part of being a horse. I had always been funny about where I used the toilet. A man came into the stall just as I was finishing. I heard him curse at the mess and then attached the lead rope to me. He led me with one hand and carried my feed bag in the other. He led me out of the stable and into a coral that had three more horses in it. This had been the first time I had seen anyone like me. I realized my pussy was getting wet from looking at the other horses. The man put the feedbag over my head and I smelled the familiar aroma of the sweet feed. I began to eat quickly at first. The grass the day before had been ok, but it wasn't as good as this.
As I ate, I watched the other horses as they walked around the coral. I was amazed how easily they walked and my eyes kept going to their beast. I liked the way they swayed when walking. There had been so many changes to me I had never thought of my breast. Seeing the other horses I knew what I looked like, now. Being there were no mirrors in the stable I hadn't seen my modified body. I
“f I look like them, I am very pleased,” she thought. I suddenly felt better about myself and raised my head a little more. I decide to get a better look at the tail and walked over to the blonde horse. I decided not to get too close. I noticed the tail came out right at the tail bone. It looked just like a real horse tail. It seemed a little out of place with all the hair on the hairless woman. I whinnied to the woman and the woman replied back in her equally horse sounding voice.
I was slightly startled as I felt a hand on my ass. I looked around and it was David. He took off the feedbag and attached the lead. He led me to this trough with water in it. The sides had a slight build up of algae, but the water looked clean. I put my head in the trough and began to suck the water into my mouth. When I had enough I raised my head up. David led me out of the coral to a small shed without walls. He told me it was time to start learning a few things and to get some exercise. He put this harness over my shoulders and strapped them around my body. The harness had plenty of padding where it draped over my shoulders. There were small rings on the side of the harness that went around my body. He then took off the halter and replaced it with a bridle. I had worn a bridle similar to this in my horse play games of the past. The bit in this one was a little different. It was made of hard rubber, but broke in the middle. He strapped the bridle on and then backed to a small carriage.
He brought the tongue of the carriage up around me and hooked them to the rings on the collar. The reins of the bridle were run through the rings on the harness. David climbed onto the buggy with reins in hand. I immediately felt his weight. David told me to get-up and slapped my ass with a small whip. I strained as I finally pulled the carriage from the shed. I felt the left rein pull and I
turned left. I walked slowly down a narrow dirt road. David said, “Get-up,” once again and I felt the sting of the whip. I sped up to a trot. I had only tried this pace a couple of times on my new legs. At first it was awkward, but the gate finally came to me. I felt the reins pull back and the bit dug into my mouth. I could taste blood as the bit pinched my tongue.
He then flipped the reins and I started walking again. I felt the sting of the whip and quicken the pace to a trot. Several times we would stop and then start again. We did this several times until we had gone about a mile. David jerked on the reins sharply and I slid to a stop. This time the blood flowed from my mouth. I felt the rein pull hard to the right. The bit pulled on the left side of my mouth, slightly cutting my lip. I turned hard to the right and could see the back of the carriage as I met it in the road. When we were turned in the direction of the farm I felt the pressure on the rein loosen. David flipped the reins and I walked and then he flipped them again and I paced to a
trot. We kept this pace until we were back at the carriage shed.
By now I was dripping with sweat. My new legs ached from the workout. David directed me
until I had backed the carriage back into the shed. He unhooked me and led me to a watering trough. I sucked water until I thought I would bust. Finally, I felt a sharp jerk on my reins and my head came out of the trough. I tried to get more water, but David jerked hard on the reins, this time. I thought my head was going to twist off. He said, “It's not good for a horse to have too much water after a workout.”
David took off the bridle and put my halter back on. It felt good to have the bit out of my mouth. David tied the lead rope to a hitching rail and began to rub me down with a sponge. The sponge was damp and cool—this felt good on my overheated body. David turned me back in the coral
and told me I had done well today. I nibbled on grass most of the day and watched the other horses do the same. The man never came to take me back to my stall so I slept in the corral that night on the green grass.
For the next week the routine was pretty much the same except everyday the ride was little longer. By the end of the week my mouth had gotten used to the bit so there was more discomfort than pain. I knew the discomfort would never go away because that was how the bit kept control of the horse. After the ride, I was groomed and turned into a large pasture with plenty of grass. I was
allowed more freedom, now. I could go into my stall or stay in the pasture all night.
I looked forward to the nights, but also it was the worst times for me. I liked the peace and rest I got at night, but also it was the times my mind would wander to my life before becoming a horse. Tonight there was a full moon and it reminded me of the nights I spent on the beach with some of my boyfriends. I remembered how we would talk and laugh and then make love on the sand under the full moon. I became sad knowing those days were gone forever. On nights like tonight I mostly missed not being able to talk. I had all these words in my mind and no way to release them. I felt lonely at times like I do right now. There were at least a dozen other horses with me in the pasture, but they were like me and couldn't talk. I noticed some of the horses seemed to stay together, but I was always left alone.
Being terribly bored, I decide to explore more of the pasture. I headed for the trees, where I
spent a lot of time during the day to stay cool, but had never been to them at night. I walked slowly, still thinking about my past life when I heard the sound of hooves behind me. I stopped and turned around, it was the blonde I had seen my first time in the coral. The mare came up behind me and I watched as she nudged my tail with her nose. I wondered what she was up to so stood still. It didn't take long for me to get the idea. She nudged my tail to the side and I felt her tongue slide into my pussy. This felt good so I lifted my tail to give her better access. It didn't take long before I came with an earth shattering orgasm and I gave a loud whinny.
This was my first since becoming a horse. I wanted to please the blonde as she had me so I moved
around behind her and she lifted her tail. Her pussy was already dripping and I started to lick her pussy. I had never tasted a woman's sex before, but found it enjoyable. It also didn't take her long to cum and she let out a whinny similar to the sound I had made. She turned around to face me and gave me a deep kiss. The blonde and I had sex most of the night. We became, if you can
call it that, friends and spent most of our time in the pasture together.
I found out later why things were different in the trees at night than in the day time. I saw a horse get severely beaten for doing the same thing my new mare friend and I had done. I knew this must be something we kept a secret.
Several weeks passed and the nights were better now that I had a new friend. I was doing quite well on my daily rides. I pulled the cart ten miles at a steady trot and not be breathing hard. David was pleased with me and that made me happy. One day it was time for my daily ride and I had backed up to the carriage waiting to be harnessed. David said, “Not today. You're through with your training and it's time to get ready for the real work of being a horse.”
He led me to a building I had never been in. I knew right away from the tools this was a blacksmith. I couldn't guess what was going to happen. A balding man came over to me and walked around me. He picked up my, now, heavily calloused front hoof and looked at the bottom. The man then pulled a cart next to me that had four syringes on it. David said, “The man is going to inject something into your hooves to make them harder.”
The man inject the liquid into my hooves one at a time. There wasn't one injection, but it was divided into different spots on my hooves. I was left standing there for about fifteen minutes. I could feel a tingling sensation, but nothing that made me think much was happening. After the fifteen minutes, the bald man lifted one of my hooves and poke it with his finger. He then proclaimed I was ready.
David said, “You're going to going to get horse shoes. There is going to be a little pain as the nails go through the skin, but you won't feel nothing beyond that. The injections solidified the bones so that your hooves are much like those of any horse.”
The man set a horseshoe in the fire and when it was cherry red he would take it out and hammer it into a shape of his desire. He would thin quench it in water and then hold it to the bottom of my hoof. After several times he must have been happy with the shape. He pulled a box next to me, reached down, and pulled my hoof between his legs. He held the shoe to the bottom of my hoof and then he drove a nail through it. I jumped as the nail went through my skin, but the man held me tight. I could feel a jarring feeling as the nail went through my hoof. I jumped again as the nail came out the top of my hoof about an inch from the side. He drove nearly a dozen nails through the shoe and my hoof. He dropped my hoof to the ground and there was a dull pain as it hit the ground. I looked down and could see the sharp points of the nail sticking through my hoof. The man then took some pliers and cut the end of the nails off. He then took a hammer and flattened the ends of the nails until they were smooth with my skin. The man did this until all my hooves had shoes on them.
David led me to the pasture and told me I would get a few days to rest and to get used to the shoes. I awkwardly walked into the pasture. There was a slight pain with each step. The pain wasn't that bad, but the added weight made walking feel funny.
The rest of the day I walked around, trying to get used to the shoes, and ate grass. When night came I went to the trees to find my friend. She was there waiting on me. She was about to kiss me when she looked down and saw my shoes. She backed off and looked at me. She seemed to get nervous and I didn't understand why. I looked at her hooves and saw no nails that would hold shoes on. I thought about it and realized I hadn't seen it on any of the other mares. I knew there was something different in store for me. My mare friend would still keep me company, but the sex stopped, I would later find out why.
Over the next three days I became used to the shoes. I would jog and gallop around the pasture, trying out the shoes. I found they protected my hooves from the occasional rock and gave me better traction. On the third day I heard David call me and I jogged quickly to his voice. David slipped the metal bit into my mouth and strapped the bridle around my head. He threw a cotton blanket over my back and then placed a saddle on back. I noticed the saddle wasn't like the ones in my prehorse play days, but a real saddle, just a little smaller. David pulled the girth under my belly and then gave it a hard pull. This pushed all the wind out of me. I found out if I breathed through my upper lungs the tight girth didn't restrict my breathing. David then placed his foot in the stirrup and swung his weight on top of me. He was heavy at first, but all the training had made me pretty strong.
David taught me to turn by pressure from the reins. Instead of pulling me left he would lay the right
rein on my neck and just opposite to turn right. David then kicked me in the side and I trotted off. It was different having someone on my back than pulling the carriage. I found it took a lot more strength and stamina. David kicked me again and I went into a lope. This had become one of my favorite gates.
We went several miles at this pace. I also noticed my new shoes made running on the gravel road a lot easier and knew there would be no tender spots on my hooves after the ride. I was beginning to feel good. Without David coaching me I went into a full gallop. I expected the tug of the reins to slow me down, but that didn't happen. David let me run at the speed I wanted. Several times David would lay the reins on my neck and change my direction. I had no idea where we were going, I just wanted to run. I must have run two miles at pretty close to top speed when i felt the tug of the reins. I slowed until he eased the pressure on the reins.
By this time I was at a walk. I was breathing pretty hard by this time and needed to slow down. I just didn't have enough sense of my own to do it. David got off and led me to a nearby stream. Seeing the water, I realized how thirsty I was. I sucked the water from the stream until David pulled my head up. David tied my reins to a tree limb and walked over to the stream and sat on a rock looking at the water. I stood there looking at my new surroundings and noticed some activity to my right. I looked around and saw a field being prepared for planting. Then I noticed something that shocked me, but I'm not sure why, the plows were being pulled by horses like me. There was this black haired horse that was a lot bigger than me struggling to pull the plow through the hard earth. From my vantage point, which wasn't that good, I could see there had been at least an acre that had been plowed. I shuddered at the thought of having to pull a plow like the one she was pulling. I wondered if that was all she was here for.
I felt the reins pull and this brought my attention back to David. He climbed onto my back and turned me in the direction of the farm. We galloped the full five miles back to the farm. I was groomed and released into the pasture.
The next day I could see there were a lot of horse trailers at the farm. There were many strangers that I hadn't seen before. Also there were many new horses. I knew there was something different about today. I could feel the festivity in the air. There was no doubt something different was going to happen.
It didn't take long for me to find out. David took me to the stables and gave me an extra good grooming. He then placed a saddle on my back, but this one was smaller than the one he normally used. David said, “This is what all my training had been for, you're going to have your first race, today.”
David led me to the track that was behind the stables. It had always been there, but I had paid very little attention to it. I wouldn't have recognized it anyway because now there were banners and stands placed around the track. Across the track was what looked like a starting gate. David climbed on my back and reined me into one off the chutes. Someone closed the gate behind me. The gate chute was tight and pushed me until I was pressing against the front of the chute. I started getting excited at the chance to run with the other horses. I was also nervous because I didn't want to let David down by doing poorly. I noticed the edges of the track was crowded with people.
An announcer, over the PA, announced the names of the riders and the chutes they were in. All the other chutes were full now and I tensed with anticipation. A bell rang and then there was a terrible electric shock that entered my ass and traveled up my body. The gate in front of me opened and I jumped, in part to get away from the shock, and to get a good start. I ran with all my might. David reined me closer to the inside of the track. I could only see one horse beside me. We ran this way for three fourths of the race. I couldn't tell where the other horses were.
About three quarters of a mile into the race I felt the sting of a whip on my ass. I strained to run a little fast. I was about seven hundred feet from the finish line and the sting of the whip was hitting my ass with a steady rhythm. I pushed my self harder than I ever had before. I noticed the horse that had been beside through most of the race was now falling behind me. When I crossed the finish line, the other horse was nowhere in sight. I felt David relax on my back and I gradually slowed.
I could feel David jumping around on my back and yelling, while rubbing the top of my head. I was also proud that I had won my first race. I realized later, this was only a heat race. There were to be five more of these races. After each race the saddle was taken off and I was groomed and given water.
By days end I had won all my heat races and also the final championship race. David and I both were excited. A wreath of flowers had been place around my neck. I walked proudly as David walked me back to my stall. In the stall David took the saddle and the flowers off of me and groomed me once more. David told me how proud he was of me. He said that he knew from the first day I was special. David then did something that he hadn't done since I was brought to
the farm. He lifted my tail and began to rub my pussy. It only took a couple of strokes before I felt my juices running down my leg. David's hand left my throbbing pussy and it was replaced by his cock. For the next thirty minutes David fucked me with total abandon. I must have cum ten times in those thirty minutes. I bet my whinnies could be heard for a mile away. I felt David shoot his love juices into my pussy with a final deep thrust that sent me over the edge one more time.
I felt David pull from me and then I heard him cursing himself. He was angry at himself for fucking me. He stormed out of the stall in a rage at himself. As David left he did something that hadn't happened in a long time, he closed the gate to the stall. I was confused at his reactions. I knew I satisfied him so why was he angry? In his haste to leave, David hadn't taken off my bridle and left me tied to the post. I waited for David to return and take off my bridle, but he never did. I spent the night tied to the post with the bit becoming uncomfortable in my mouth. There was no way I could lay down tied to the post so I stood in the same spot all night. That night I learned to sleep standing up. It wasn't as difficult as I would have thought. With my four legs supporting me I could sleep with out falling over.
The next morning a man came, took off my bridle, and fed me. For the next week, David didn't come for our usual ride. The stable boy would come, feed and groom me, and then lead me out for a little walk to give me some exercise. It had been a week when the vet came in wearing his white coat and caught some of my urine in a glass. He stuck something in it and a sour look came over his
face. The vet said to me, “David is going to be even more pissed now, you're pregnant.”
I don't know how long it had been when David came back to the stall. He stood and looked at me and began to tell me why he got angry. He said, “A master should never have sex with his horse. You would have been a prize race horse and could have produced a lot of colts that would bring a hefty price. Since I you're with colt so soon, all my plans have gone down the drain.”
Now that it didn't matter about my looks, it was time to make me look even more like a horse and to make sure the colt was what they wanted. From that day on, David would still come to take me for a daily ride, but they were a lot more easier than the ones before. Most of time we would never get past a walk. I would try to run, but David would hold me back with the reins.
The first thing every morning I was fed and the vet would come in and give me a shot. Then one day, David came in and put a leather and metal collar around my neck. Now along with the shots the vet would turn two screws on my collar.
Four months later my belly had begun to swell. I could feel the weight of the baby in my belly as it was pulled to the ground. I had been told to sleep standing up four nights of the week. By now the only exercise I got was a walk around the coral. The collar around my neck was constantly pushing at my chin. I couldn't figure the purpose of the collar. Once a week the collar was taken off and I spent the entire day exercising my neck. While I was exercising my neck I noticed there was a lot more hair on my legs. I have had a fair amount on them since I hadn't shaved since becoming a horse. Now the hairs seemed to be thicker, but shorter.
Seven months have passed since David made love to me in this stall. My life has changed drastically since, I was very pregnant, now. My belly hung near my knees. My huge belly made it difficult to even walk around the coral everyday. For a month, now, I haven't been off my feet. My fat belly prevented me from laying comfortable. As long as I am standing there is little discomfort.
I'm not sure if my belly is so big because of my baby or the constant pull of gravity on it. I have a feeling it's a combination of both. I know, now, what the collar is for. They are stretching my neck so it will be longer like a real horse's. They told me it was so I could take better care of my fold. My neck is nearly a foot long, now. When the collar is taken off for my exercises I am able to lift my head up above my body and get a better look at the things around me. I can twist my head around to see my lovely tail. I can also see there is a fine hair covering my entire body. David told me it was the shots I still get everyday. He explained it was to make my colt healthier. My, now, huge tits, were the only thing the hair didn't cover. I couldn't believe how big my tits had gotten. They hung as low as my belly and were at least an F cup. My nipples had tripled in length and width.
I have, now, been pregnant for eleven months. I had become concerned when my baby wasn't born after nine months. David told me this pregnancy was going as planned with no problems. He told me the colt was due anytime, now. I couldn't wait for the delivery. I was in constant discomfort. I couldn't believe my belly had swollen so much. I had never seen a human's belly so big. My tits were nearly as big and hurt all the time. The collar around my neck had been taken off a week ago and had stretched my neck to around fifteen inches. I knew my long neck was going to make life a little easier since I would now be able to eat grass standing up. There was short thick brownish blonde hair covering my body. Someone just looking at my body might think I had been born a horse. I had even grown a mane that was nearly four inches long.
I was standing there admiring my new coat and hoping my baby would be born soon when there was a sharp pain that hit me in my belly. I lifted my tail expecting to shit when there was another pain. This time the pain hit a lot harder and I let out a loud whinny. I knew this pain signaled the time for my baby to be born. After the third pain the vet came walking into the stall. He slipped a
latex glove on his hand and lubricated it. The vet stuck his hand easily into my pussy. I looked up and David had come into the stall as I felt the vet's hand move around inside of my pussy. I knew my pussy must be huge the way the vet was able to wiggle his hand and part of his arm around inside of me. The vet withdrew his hand and said to David, “The colt will be here within the
next hour and everything is fine.”
The next hour passed with terrible pain. I knew my whinnying could be heard all over the farm. Suddenly there was a pain worse than any of the others when I felt my pussy suddenly fill up. I knew my baby was on the way. This wasn't anything like the deliveries I had seen from other women. It seemed I had to do almost nothing; the baby seemed to move on its own. There was a pause of about fifteen minutes and I could feel the baby half in and half out. Finally, I felt my baby slide all the way out.
With the baby out there was a tremendous release of pressure. I reveled in this comfort for about a minute and then heard a voice tell me to bite the cord in two. Without thinking I turned to do just that when I saw my baby for the first time. I couldn't believe what I was seeing as I looked at my baby or maybe I should say colt. There was very little about this baby that resembled a human.
My colt was covered with hair and the body was more like a horses than a human. The colt even had a tail and real hooves, not the artificial one like I have. The only thing that looked human was the head and it was attached to an extended neck like my own. I could tell the colt was a filly with a
beautiful light-brown coat.
I turned my ahead around on my long neck and took the umbilical cord into my mouth. I bit the cord, tasting our blood, until it was separated. I stood there for the next hour watching my colt struggle trying to get to her feet. Finally she stood up on her wobbly legs and made her way to
me. Immediately the colt came to one of my beast. She took one of my tits into her mouth and seemed to bite it. I let out a loud whinny as the colt nibbled and sucked on my huge breast. I could feel a slight release of pressure in my tit as I felt my mother's milk flow from it. I couldn't believe my colt was standing already and drinking my milk.
As the colt fed I heard the vet tell me it was time to clean my colt. I wondered how I was going to do this when I remembered I had seen real horses do it. I turned my head around and began to
lick the colt. It took me an hour to get her completely clean. Before, the thought of this would have made me sick, but I took a great pleasure in cleaning my colt.
After two days in the stall my colt and I were turned into our on private coral. I would stand there watching my colt run and jump around the coral. Every couple of hours the colt would come over to me and drink the milk from my teats. I got great pleasure out of watching my colt suck on my teats. I knew she was going to grow up to be a fine horse. It wasn't long before I was able to
run with my colt. We would spend hours running together around the coral. I took pride in knowing my colt liked running as much as I did.
One day, David opened the gate and we were allowed to go out into the pasture. Immediately, we
took off running as fast as the colt could run. After three weeks it was the colt that controlled the speed, there was no way I could keep up with her. I would run wide open and she would run circles around me. I am happier than any mother could ever be. I was looking forward to being with my colt for a long time.
Three months later my colt and I were led back to my stall. I went in and the gate was closed. I looked around and saw my colt was on the outside of the gate. I turned around as David led my colt away. I let out a loud whinny and my colt answered with her own. I whinnied constantly as he took my colt away from me. Each time I whinnied my colt would answer with her own. Each time I could tell my colt was farther away. After ten minutes of this, finally there was no answer from my colt. I began to cry at the loss. I knew this was suppose to be necessary for my colt, but I would cry anyway. At night I would listen and at times thought I heard the whinny of my colt and I would begin to cry again. David had started taking me for my daily rides again and I enjoyed this because it helped me get my mind off of my colt. A month passed and I no longer cried for my colt, but knew there would always be an empty spot in my heart.
A year later, life had become normal again. I still had the hair and my neck was still long, but I was now rode everyday by David and spent nights in the pasture grazing and playing with some of the other horses. My blonde friend was gone, but I made friends with a brown headed mare that I had
seen shortly after my first venture into the pasture.
None of the other horse had hair and a long neck like mine, but they didn't seem to mind. In fact, a
few of them seemed to be envious. Being different kind of made me the pasture boss. I got all the fresh grass and was always the first one to drink out of the stream. I sometimes felt sorry for them as they still had to kneel to eat grass while all I had to do was lower my head. At times I still missed my colt, but she was only a fond memory, now. I didn't run as fast since the colt was born, so my racing days were over. I was still faster than most of the horses on the farm. I no longer missed any of my previous life as a human. Sometimes I felt sorry for the humans because they always had something to worry about. The only thing I ever worried about was if my feedbag was going to come on time.
The End