You continued to behave yourself as you followed Vicky along the central aisle of the barn in which your stall was located. Upon noticing several of the horses looking at you as you passed by, you couldn’t help feeling slightly self-conscious.
You then spotted Harry who looked back at you with a smirk on his face. You felt embarrassed as you vividly remembered him fucking you by the lake. You did your best to hide your shame as you bit your lip and turned your head forwards. Plus, upon feeling your vagina naturally winking a few times, you also snapped your tail down in an effort to hide yourself. But the big horse just gave an amused snort before returning to eating his breakfast as you headed out of the building.
“I see you have grown fond of our star breeder” Vicky whispered as she led you through the Stable’s yard. “Don’t worry Princess, you’re not the first filly to have fallen for ‘Handsome Harry.’ It is only natural for a cheeky girl like you to want a big strong male to keep you in line.”
You grunted in annoyance at Vicky’s comments, as she continued to emphasise your change in gender. You wanted to protest but you ultimately remembered her past threats. You knew that you and Jessica would suffer if you angered your captor. All you could do was focus on the sadistic woman’s orders, which would at least help take your mind off the nearby stallions.
Vicky brought you to a small sand-covered arena which sat amidst various other areas designed for practising jumping, dressage and general equestrian exercise. Once you were inside the fenced enclosure Vicky attached a long rope to your bridle. She then ordered you to begin walking around her in a circle so that the rope remained taut.
Having not fully acclimatised to having four legs, you did stumble a few times and pull against the rope in frustration. But after a bit of practice and some stern words from Vicky you soon got the hang of it. Within 20 minutes you were walking with a proper equine posture.
However, the lesson wasn’t over yet. Next Vicky made you build up into a trot. Again this unfamiliar movement took a bit of time to get used to. After another 20 minutes you were starting to feel tired as the concentration required to avoid tripping over yourself added to the physical demands of working out in your alien body.
“Good girl Princess,” Vicky encouraged, “just push yourself for the last few minutes.”
You did your best to continue even as you felt your pace beginning to slow. Your whole body ached and your breathing was increasingly laboured. But you reminded yourself of the teasing Vicky had given you back in the stall. She had promised to sooth the painful throbbing between your legs. You could feel your tail brushing over the swollen organ as it remained moist and demanding attention.
Eventually, after another 15 minutes, Vicky allowed you to come to a halt. “Excellent work Princess,” she said with a smile as she approached. She patted your neck and offered a carrot in the outstretched palm of her hand. Having barely eaten since your transformation you didn’t hesitate in darting for the tasty vegetable.
Vicky chucked as she stroked your nose. “There, you liked that didn’t you girl? Continue to impress me and you will have a very fulfilling life here at the Stables.” You knew that she was casually talking about dooming you forever, but in that moment you were too tired to let it bother you.
“Come on then girl,” Vicky continued as she attached a smaller lead rope to your bridle, “we have one more lesson for today after which, if you’re good, you shall have your reward.”
Embarrassingly you couldn’t stop your ears from perking up upon hearing about the sick ‘reward’ that Vicky had in store for you.
Vicky chuckled as she led you out of the arena and back into the yard. Meanwhile you followed with a mix of anticipation and nervousness as you prepared yourself for your second lesson…