Early the next morning a groom came into the stable, went to three other stalls and leading them by their leads, headed them to another part of the stable. Their hoofs hitting the concrete pavement made a clip-clop sound as they went. About five minutes later he came back and took two more away. ‘Maybe they went to do their thing,’ she thought. Just then a groom entered her stall. Bending down he released her lead from the heavy ring in the floor. He also examined her from head to foot, running his hands over her body and roughly pinching her nipples between thumb and forefinger. She realized that as Redwing had said, the grooms had free rein to do what they liked to them. The groom then led her out of her stall and headed down the corridor, her bare feet padding along on the cement floor that felt cool but refreshing.

“Not to worry my little pony, after today you won’t feel the cold slab on your bare feet, they will not be bare for long.” He led her into a room at the end of the corridor where the overseer and the smithy were waiting. Handing her over to the overseer, he left.

Looking around the room she noticed the long bench with rings on each end and along both sides. She noticed in one corner of the room stood a brazier with hot coals in it and two metal rods protruding from it, it was then that she started to tremble. The overseer picked up Sue and gently placed her on the bench, sitting up. He didn’t have to tell her not to speak; she was so terrified she couldn’t utter a sound.

“I’m not going to cry! I’m not going to cry! This is what I want! I want to be a ponygirl and pull one of those little carts around.”

“First thing to put on will be your girth belt. This belt, your belt, is not like what the other ponies wear, yours is made of highly polished stainless steel three-inches wide, its scroll work hand engraved and etched in gold; and it carries the crest of His Highness, your Master and owner. You will also notice that there are a number of rings around it. Nine of the smaller rings have a grouping of three bells each. These larger rings are used to mount different items to it and you to them.” All her bands had scroll-work etched in gold.

The smithy, stretching the band open, placed it around her waist. As tiny as she was, the band would not close. Even open, she could feel the constriction of the belt around her waist.

“What size did you make it?” asked the overseer.

“Between seventeen and eighteen inches, as you ordered.”

“Go get the band clamp and use that to close it.”

As the smithy went for the clamp, the overseer had Sue stand back up with the belt still around her. As they tightened the clamp she could hardly breathe. Slowly, little by little, she could feel the belt closing, constricting her waist, inch by agonizing inch. When they finally had it closed the smithy inserted a stainless steel pin into the locking mechanism and peened the ends over. Her belt was now permanently locked on her and could not come off. It was so tight that it could not even be cut off.

“While she is still standing her collar, bracelets, and arm bands are next.”

The collar was also made of stainless steel, highly polished and intricately engraved. Around the collar was a series of nine rings. Three larger ones and six smaller ones evenly spaced around its circumference. There was one of the large ones in the front and one on each side. On each of the smaller rings was also a grouping of three small bells. This collar was locked in the same manner as her belt, but was made to fit just loose enough not to choke her. Every time Sue nodded her head, her bells would jingle and ring out a merry tune. Her bracelets were two inches wide and just snug enough that they could not turn on her wrist, and a piece of thin card stock could not fit between it and her pulse. The upper arm bands rested just above the elbow and locked in place. They were placed so that their ring was facing in. They were a snug fit, but not so tight as to be uncomfortable. All her bands and cuffs were locked on the same way.

“And now for her rings?” asked the smithy.

Giving a nod, the overseer picked her up in his arms and laid her on the bench, telling her, “So far you have done real good and I am pleased with you. When finished you will be a truly fine pony.” She gave him a weary smile, knowing what would come next.

Sue now found out what all the rings around her belt could be used for. With a short chain, one ring on each side of the bench was hooked to a ring on her belt. Her arms were then stretched out above her head, and using her bracelets, were locked to the end of the bench. Next her legs were brought up, heels tight to her ass cheeks and a three-foot metal arm was attached to each side of the bench, even her legs were locked to the side of the bench. They then spread her knees wide, tying each to the end of a protruding arm. In this position she was spread-eagled as far as she could be, and totally accessible.

Using a syringe the overseer inserted into both of her breasts a milky-white liquid. Biting her lower lip, she let out a sharp moan, but still did not shed a tear.

“You will be given a hormone injection every week as long as you are here. You will be milked every morning and, if need-be, every night. Her nipple rings next,” said the overseer, as he stroked Sue’s arm. “Would you like to have a ball-gag inserted so that you do not cry out?”

She just shook her head ‘NO’ and closed her eyes to the pain that would follow. Realizing her fate, she was going to be the best show pony ever.

Making a mark evenly on each side of her left nipple, the smithy inserted an ultra sharp needle into her nipple and then inserted her ring. It was eight gage thick and two-inches in diameter. Onto this ring he placed a small ring with three small silver bells on it. He then squeezed the nipple ring closed and sealed the ends, making it permanent. He proceeded to do the same to her right nipple.

“And now for her nether rings?” asked the smithy.

The overseer just gave a nod.

The smithy made six piercings, three on each outer lip and evenly spaced. To each piercing he inserted the rings, along with a bell on each, and sealed these closed. Next, inserting two fingers into her pussy he pushed back the hood, clamped her clit with forceps and eased it out. Holding it out he pierced that also, inserted a small ring and sealed it. Hanging from this ring was a short, fancy chain with a ring on its end. All this time, Sue still had the dildo in her pussy and the butt-plug up her ass. The overseer removed her dildo and replaced it with a new one, but this new one was different. It was six inches long, two inches thick, with nubs all around its circumference. It fit snugly in her vagina, filling her. The slightest movement and the nubs would rub against the tender walls of her vagina, stimulating her. The overseer then inserted a catheter tube into her. Interlacing her rings, he took three tiny padlocks and locked each adjoining pair, making sure that her clit chain was between her top and middle set of rings and the tube above the bottom set of rings. He cut the tube letting it stick out about an inch.

“The tube will allow you to urinate without having to unlock your pussy. The ring hanging from your clit chain is for your Master, it will fit his middle finger so he can lead you around without searching for a collar lead. Knowing the Master as I do, he will be using your clit lead more often than not. And your Master has the only set of keys. And now for your pretty new hooves.”

The smithy released her left knee and leg. After checking for fit, he applied contact cement to the bottom of her foot and the sole of the hoof and pressed it on her. Wrapping her ankle in leather that had been soaking in water, he shaped it into the contour of her instep and ankle, stretching it tight, nailed it to the sole of the hoof. And with flexible stainless cord he sewed the ends together, under her heel and behind her ankle, up to and including her calf. The only part not covered by the leather, were her toes. After finishing her left hoof he did the same to her right foot. The bands on her ankle were also made of stainless steel, three-inches wide, and also highly polished with intricate scrollwork. Along the tops and bottoms of each band was a series of bells, each a grouping of three, with one large ring facing inside and another facing back. The bands were locked on in the same manner as her belt, wrist bands and collar.

The overseer placed a leather strap over her forehead and locked it to both sides of the bench. Her head was held firmly to the bench; she could not move her head up or side to side. The smithy took a needle and pierced her septum, placed an oblong ring through her nose and sealed it closed. This ring rested on the edge of her upper lip. Still she did not cry out, even though big tears rolled down her cheeks.

Releasing her from the bench, the overseer attached a lead to her collar, and led her around the room. She had a hard time walking on her hooves and keeping her balance. It was like walking on five-inch stilettos with the heels missing. The shape of the hooves forced her to walk on the balls of her feet, but she knew she had to adjust; her hooves would never be removed.

“You must learn to high step when walking. Bring your knees up high on each step.”

She took a few steps. With the dildo tucked neatly in her pussy, highly stimulating her, she started to loose her balance, but the overseer caught her just in time.

“Now try it again.”

She tried once more, and unaided, made it around the room without falling.

“That’s enough for now; we have more adornments to put on you. When finished you will be the prettiest little pony. Even you won’t recognize yourself. Now high-step over here and stand in front of me.”

Taking one of the thigh bands, the smithy made sure that the band rested just below the crest of her ass cheek, and one of the rings faced back, the other ring facing out. This band was also made to be slightly smaller than her thigh and had to be put on using the band clamp. When closed, he inserted the pin, locking it on. Then he proceeded to do her other thigh band. Then harness was placed on her. Its lower band, under her breasts, had removable spoon-shaped cups attached that supported and separated the breasts. The upper band fit just under her armpits and was connected to the lower band by a strap that ran down her cleavage. The back of the harness had two straps connecting the top and bottom bands, one on each side even with her shoulder blades, forcing her back arrow straight. The harness locks could be removed and the harness put away.

A leather bridle was fitted on her head that had a built-in bit. The leather was dyed a metallic silver to highlight her adornments. On top of her bridle was a high plumage dyed to match the color of her eyes.

This harness and bridle was to be worn on special display occasions only, at other times she wore just a plain tan leather bridle and harness. Her metal harness and silver bridle were kept in a locked box in her stall.

She was then told to bend over the bench and to just relax for a few minutes. Her belt was then locked to the sides of the bench. The smithy, grabbing her legs one at a time, nailed to the bottom of each hoof a hard rubber horseshoe. The overseer removed the butt-plug that was still impaled in her ass. He applied a liberal coating of lubricant to her ass and to the base of her new butt-plug. The bulb of this new butt-plug was larger than the one she was previously wearing and had to be forced in. She now had her pretty new tail, and as expected, it was dragging the floor.

As her tail was being inserted, the smithy, stretching her arms out, locked them to each side of the bench and her ankles to rings mounted in the floor. Without warning, using both branding irons at the same time, he branded both of her ass cheeks. As hard as she tried, she could hold back no longer. She let out such a high pitched shriek she could be heard throughout the stable. The last thing she saw before passing out was the face of the overseer. On her left ass cheek were the initials of her master and on her right cheek his families crest, deeply gouged as if by a gouging tool.

When Sue woke she found herself in her stall lying on a bed of fresh straw. A chain was locked to her collar and attached to a ring mounted on the wall, about five feet off the floor. This chain was just long enough to enable her to stand and walk around her stall. She tried standing on her new hooves, but her legs were still wobbly. She now had to urinate badly. Looking around she remembered seeing a trough, covered by a grate, running the length of her stall. She managed to get up and stand over it. She then remembered the catheter, squatted and the urine flowed from the tube into the trough. ‘Is this how it’s supposed to be from now on?’ she thought, ‘Just squat like some animal.’ As she stood back up she felt a sharp tug on her ass. It was then she realized she had stepped on her own tail, which she dragged over a foot behind her. Her breasts were now starting to ache and a few drops of fluid were leaking from both nipples.

As she was walking around, getting used to her new hooves, the overseer came into her stall. “Well I am glad to see that you are up and managing to move around. How would you like to go for a walk and relieve yourself tonight? Do not say a word; just nod your head yes or no.”

Realizing the pain in her lower belly, she nodded her head emphatically.

“Alright, stand and bend over and I will remove your pretty tail for you.”

After removing the retaining ring, he pulled out her tail with a resounding pop. As she was bent over he noticed the few drops coming from her nipples. Running his finger over each of her nipples, he stuck it in his mouth.

“Umm, yes, quite tasty. Tomorrow morning after you relieve yourself, I will bring you to get milked. You are starting to lactate already; by morning you will be lactating quite profusely.”

Locking her wrists to her collar instead, he unlocked the wall chain, attached a lead, and led her outside to the paddock area. He removed her lead and she was allowed to relieve herself and run free for a half hour. Then he called her over to a faucet,with a hose attached, and washed her down. Using a soft fuzzy towel, he wiped her down.

He could not believe how quickly she adapted to her new life, how she readily accepted being a pony. Her only outcry was when being branded, and that was totally understandable.

Placing the lead back on her collar, he led her back to her stall. As usual, the chain from the wall went back onto her collar. He had her bend over and reinserted her long, pretty tail.

Now feeling quite steady on her hooves, she stood proudly before him.

“Do you enjoy being a pony?” he asked.

She looked at him with those violet eyes of hers and nodded, ‘yes!’

“And you like everything done to you so far?”

She just looked at him for a minute, not blinking, then nodded her head again, ‘yes!’

“And you will obey every command that your Master or I give you without question!” It was more of a statement than a question.

“Again she nodded, ‘yes!’

“We shall see little one, we shall see.”

If those eyes of hers could speak, they could fill volumes.

“In the morning, after relieving yourself, and your milking, we will do something about your tail and mane. See you in the morning, and no talking. Now get to sleep little one.” He left her stall, put out the light, and locked the gate behind him.

She lay down on her straw bed and was soon fast asleep.