It's dark now, and i lie on a big pile of hay in my stall, exhausted. My hooved legs and arms are sore and stretched out exactly as a pony's would be. i'm trying to sleep but the events of the past day still run through my mind...

....it was getting to be midafternoon and Mistress had been leading me around the paddock for several hours now. My sides were sweaty, my tail sticking to my legs and the burning sensation in my legs and arms was almost too much to bear. But, i can run on all fours now, not gracefully yet, but Mistress said that will come soon. The training hurt at first as i tried to keep up with her, for if i slowed too much she'd yank on the bridle and the bit would pull in my mouth. And if i stopped, i would get a quick blow from her crop, stirring my rump into action. It didn't hurt too much at first but after several hours i was dying for a rest.

Finally Mistress decided to take me inside. She pulled me gently with the bridle, bringing me into my stall and tying the reins to the ring next to the door. "I've let some of the other chores lapse strawberry, so I'll let you relax for a while, whilst I catch up." With that she closed the door, reappearing briefly to fill my trough from the hose.

At this point i was dying for a drink, having had nothing in several hours. i soon found however that drinking like a horse was tough, more so with the bit that Mistress had left in my mouth. Gradually though, i guzzled down a lot of it with difficulty, before plopping down on the hay. i heard Mistress bring in the cows and milk them, as well as fill the feed boxes of all the other animals.

Then came my turn. She brought in a large bag marked special "girl brand" pony feed and filled a feed tray with it. "This is special feed, pet. It's regular pony feed with vitamins and some protein cubes included. It fills your nutritional needs, even if it isn't too appetizing. And though I wish I could just strap a feed bag onto your harness, it won't work with your pretty, but non muzzled face. But before you can eat, you need to be groomed."

With that, she pulled off the bit and harness, reattaching a rope to my collar to keep me tied to the door. i was then thoroughly cleaned with the rough brush, the dried dirt and mud flaking away as well as the baked on sweat from my flanks. She then combed out my mane and tail before grooming them with the brush again, giving them a nice fluffiness. Next came the rub down using the brush glove, massaging my tired muscles and rubbing the lotion into my skin once again. She whispered "You know pet, once we get a few coats of that rubbed in it'll last a good two weeks."

She got me everywhere, not forgetting to make sure my rump and pussy got attention as well. With that she leaned over, kissed my nose and said goodnight. I heard her car start up and guessed that she was heading into town for some shopping. The first thing i did was try to eat some of the food, but eating the hard food was just too much work despite my hunger and i went to flop down on the hay.

The second day came much to fast. i awoke sore, stiff and starving, momentarily confused as to why i was laying on hay. Then my brain woke up, i saw my hooves and realized i'm starting my second day as a horse. Slowly i got up on all fours and walked over to the food. This time the crunchiness didn't impede me and i ate a bunch of it, filling my stomach. i washed it down with some of the clear clean water, then flopped back down on the hay, still a bit tired. Before i knew it, i had fallen asleep again, and only woke again when i heard the cows being milked.

i waited for my Mistress to come to get me, getting used to four legs again, and trying to stretch out some of the kinks in my muscles without falling over. It seemed to be taking forever for her to finish and my long full bladder was begging to be emptied, so i did it. i stood with my rear hooves as far apart as they could go and let it loose, a strong stream of urine straight down into the hay without getting too much on my legs.

As i looked up after this, i saw Mistress looking at me with a pleased smile. She opened the stall door and pulled me by the rope to the tack room. Once i was tied in place, she knelt by my head, kissing me on the snout and asked "yes or no?"

i guess at this point i should explain my mindset. Up until the previous day i'd never even thought about being a pony. Mistress had shown me movies in which you would occasionally see a girl or boy pulling a cart or being ridden, but had never disclosed her wishes for me to be one. On the other hand, or hoof i guess, i had been enjoying it so far, despite being scared at first. The acting out in a more physical way of the animal role which i always performed with Mistress was very exciting. There was no hiding it, i was loving being an animal. Not wanting to break the spell, i stamped my hoof to say yes.

"Wonderful, my little strawberry." she said. "Today should be a bit easier since you know how to walk."

She then set about grooming and harnessing me for the day. First came a big bucket of soapy water, and she scrubbed every inch of me. It felt delightful, but it also didn't escape my notice how little of my pony coloring faded out. Again she brushed the coloring back in, and combed my mane and tail. i wore the same harness today, and was good when she stuck in the bit.

However, a few seconds later i let loose an "oof" as she put something heavy on my back and buckled it on. i looked over my should at her and she said "It weighs about half of my weight, I want you to get used to the weight before I ride you strawberry." And with that she lead me outside for another day of training.

i won't bore you with all the details, but i got up to a respectable running speed with all that weight by the end of the day.

Early afternoon, as Mistress was snacking on a sandwich, i walked over to her with a bit of shame in my eyes and stamped five times. She chuckled at the look in my eyes, and walked into the barn, coming out with a plastic bag. First she deflated the tail plug and pulled it out, the emptiness was all i needed to let go, and out came my first horse apple. She quickly wiped me clean, reinserted my tail and pumped it up again, before washing her hands and getting back to work.

i got back in my stall less painfully that night, but just as tired, and waited while Mistress mucked out the other stalls. Then came time for my stall. i was led to the other side of the barn, where she tied me while she worked. i stood there for a while and was taking a drink when my rump was grabbed,

"I forgot to mention, strawberry," i heard her voice say, "you'll be fucked like a pony too." The moment the words left her lips i felt her pull back on the bridle and slide a huge dildo into me until her hips touched me. The strapon was truly a monster, i have never been so full in my life. She never stopped thrusting and i braced myself on the floor with my hooves. i could see my front half in that old dusty mirror and realized i looked just like a female horse, standing there while the "male" did his business. Not to say i wasn't feeling pleasure, i was gasping around the bit and quickly approaching orgasm. i could also tell that Mistress was close by her breathing and realized the dildo must have an inner part as well.

Mistress told me later that as the incredible orgasm burst over me, i let loose a very lifelike and very loud whinny. But i don't remember that, all i remember is wanting to faint from the pent up energies escaping me as we both came. The next few minutes were a blur, but i ended up back in my clean stall for the night, and my pussy, which is very flexible and still quite tight (something she loves to test out), tightening up again after the reaming, was deliciously erotic.

That night i had my first dream where i was a pony. It was short, but i had definitely been on all fours.

Monday morning i was woken up by Mistress whispering in my ear, "Wake up strawberry, wake up." She was right next to my groggy eyes. "I have to go into town to pick up a contract, I'll be back right before noon. If you agree to another day I'll leave you out in the pasture to practice on your own. So yes, or no?"

Needless to say i stamped my hoof once, and so she led me outside along with the cows into the tall grass of the paddock. She pulled something out of a bag and strapped it around my forehead then held up a mirror. Looking into it i saw a soft leather band going around my forehead, with the same little nametag charm i'd worn before, two pale tan pony ears now rose proudly between the red strands of my mane. i then heard a click, and realized she had locked them on, whispering, "I'm going to mail this key to myself at home, you'll have ears until Friday at the least, pony."

She attached a short length of rope to my collar before she ran off to her car and drove off to the city, leaving me alone as an animal for the first time. i immediately found a soft mound of earth to sleep on as it was still early and dozed off. i was awoken by the sun after a few hours, desperately hungry and thirsty. The thirst i took care of easily enough, but all i could find to eat was the grass. i ate some just to take the edge off my hunger thinking that Mistress should have left food out. The grass wasn't that bad, more tasteless than anything, but eating it made me feel very animal.

For the rest of the morning i did as Mistress had told me to, practicing my running. But my world of simplicity fell apart when i heard a car come down the road at what i guessed was 11:00. i naturally assumed it was my owner returning early, but i was mistaken. i looked through the fence still mostly hidden by the grass and realized it was a different car just before two young people that were obviously brother and sister got out and looked around. The boy was around 18, tall and good looking and wearing a T- shirt and jeans. The girl was slightly older, also tall but with a slimmer body style, she did however have a very large set of lovely breasts and an pretty, girl next door face, she wore jean shorts and a sleeveless top with a sweatshirt tied around her waist.

i quickly hid behind the grass, but continued to watch, realizing these must be the kids who looked after the farm when Mistress was away, and also realizing they must think that she isn't here this week. They immediately set about doing the chores, the boy bringing in the cows as i hung back in the grass, and the girl from what i could hear grooming the horses. Once they were both inside, i figured i was safe and relaxed a little. They worked for a while but when they came out of the barn to grab the hose i heard one of them say strawberry and immediately listened closer.

"This strawberry must be a new horse," the girl said. "Miss K. mentioned that she was thinking of buying a show pony now that she'd be at the farm more. I wonder if that's the one?"

"Maybe you're right, Katie, that would make sense." The boy replied. "I'm surprised she didn't tell us though. If she has the stall ready, she must be bringing it in this weekend."

Katie frowned. "Maybe, but that hay looked slept on. Maybe it's out in the paddock sleeping. I'll go look while you hose down the stalls."

i was terrified, and began sneaking away as best i could on all fours. But by a great stroke of luck i heard another car pull in, and both of them went over to speak with Mistress, who had returned. I heard them laugh as they realized they had gotten mixed signals, but Mistress thanked them and reassured them she'd pay them anyway. Then the girl asked about "strawberry".

"Oh her? She's a pony I'm keeping for a friend for a week. You won't have to worry about her, and I'll be here until the end of next weekend, but I'll call when I leave."

And with that the two set off back to their farm. She watched them go then came to find my shivering form in the paddock still scared at what might have happened.

She comforted me, "It's ok sweetie. I'm so sorry, I forgot to confirm that they got my message. I'll make it up to you, I promise." She pulled some oats out of her pocket and i crunched them down happily.

At this point i could move very easily on all fours and i was proud and alert as my Mistress got on my back for the first time. She is not a heavy woman, but it was the most weight i'd every carried, nonetheless.

Once she was sure i was ok, she leaned over and whispered, "Well, strawberry, if you can carry me all the way to the barn without stopping or hurting yourself, you'll earn a carrot." With that she leaned back and slapped my rump, and we set off to the barn.

The experience of carrying her for the first time was incredible. My muscles were already building up for walking in this position, and just the feeling of her jean clad ass on me was enough to push away the little bit of weariness she caused. All too soon we were at the barn. She dismounted and led me inside. The barn was dark as always and once she had tied me to a post i lost sight of her in the gloom. i could hear her moving about though and when i heard the fridge open i knew she was getting my carrot. i heard her approaching and turned my head to see her when suddenly out of nowhere came a flash and she took a picture of me. My pony form was immortalized!

"A pony, after her first ride." Her voice came out of the gloom, a hint of teasing evident. "Glistening and sweaty, but with a satisfied look on her face, wanting more."

She was quite the amateur photographer, had won prizes in fact, and loved working in black and white. i found i very much wanted to see that picture. But it faded quickly from my mind as i saw her put down the camera.. She was wearing a corset, black as night, holding and thrusting out her lovely breasts, and down below, well down below was her beautiful slit, and protruding from it, was the bright orange tip of my carrot. She quickly moved in front of me, and motioned for me to take my treat.

i barely knew how to start, but i quickly lowered my head and bit off the tip, crunching it down quickly. Her scent was overpowering as my teeth closed around another bite of carrot, this one dripping with her juices, my first taste of my Mistress in far too long. Slowly with each bite i dragged a little more of the carrot out. My hips and face soon became coated with her nectar, and the carrot quickly disappeared as much as i savoured every bite.

At what my lips told me would be the last bite, i changed tactics and began to lick everywhere at her. Knowing by her breathing that she was already close, i felt her give me her blessing as she stroked my head, running her fingers through my mane. It wasn't long before i felt her body stiffen, and the juices begin to flood out of her body, My tongue lapped every ounce up and with her final spasm grabbed the last bit of carrot. and crunched it happily and messily.

It took a few minutes for her to recover, before she gasped out "Glad you enjoyed your carrot, pony" and took my reins to lead me to the grooming stall. i could see the mirror for the entire process this time, and when even after she hosed me down my skin was still the same color as my 4 legs i realized the dye had set in. She did as well, and didn't bother using it today, simply rubbing down and massaging all my muscles before combing out my mane and tail.

"Now pet, that contract I brought back needs to be done and faxed tonight. I'm sorry, but I'll be working all night and you'll have to stay in your stall. It's really important, in fact if it goes through I'll never have to work again." She slipped my bit back in, telling me to get used to it, before sticking me back in my stall.

A few hours later i was standing in my stall, trying to work out exactly what the best way to pee on all fours was. Whatever Mistress had recognized in me as being a pony was certainly taking over now, and as the sun set, i stood on all fours daydreaming about the events of the past few days. i let loose another stream of urine, managing to not get any on myself for the first time.

i had just moved over to settle down in the hay when i heard a loud gasp. i quickly turned around, and almost passed out when i realized it was the girl from this afternoon, clutching a sweater and staring with wide eyes at my pony form.

"Oh my goodness... you are strawberry...."

i quickly backed into a corner of the stall, scared to death of what might happen. She started, as she realized how frightened i was, and stammered out, "Why? Why are you made up like that... um strawberry"

Not knowing what else to do, i whinnied as loud as i could, trying to let Mistress hear me and wonder what was up.

She opened my stall and grabbed my bridle, holding it and trying to shush me at the same time.

i continued to whinny as her eyes examined my body, doing a double take as she got a first close look at my tail and hooves. Just then i heard the door creak open. i began to cry in relief, as Mistress walked in and gasped as she saw the girl.

"Karen!" she shrieked, "What are you doing here?"

"I, um.... forgot my sweather" replied Karen, "i didn't mean to um... i mean, i guess"

Recovering slightly, Mistress said "Well now that you've met strawberry, we'll have to have a little chat. But tell me, don't you think my pony is pretty?"

"Um yes Miss K... but why is she a pony?"

"Because I wanted an animal slave dear, but let's discuss that inside."

With that, Mistress took the young girl inside, talking quietly into her ear.

i was left there in the barn, with the other animals.