"Aw, Chad, you almost made it to the stables! Now you're going to be my little polo pony forever!" said a voice behind him.
Chad felt a stabbing pain in his left flank. The pain in his balls was relieved. Chad turned his head, he hadn't noticed the blinders on the hood when he put the hood on. He turns his head to see the unseen speaker. As he does gloved hands fasten reins to his bit and bridle, and begin to pull. He hadn't noticed the horse trailer when he raced across the pasture toward the stables. There were some bushes that might have blocked its view or he might have stood immobile in agony for longer than he had realized. He couldn't make out the face of the man leading him toward the open horse trailer. The man was wearing a big light-colored or white cowboy hat with matching cowboy boots. As a horse Chad was taller, so he was looking down on the top of the hat. He could smell the man leading him. It was weird, how his senses changed. He wondered if the man released his tortured nuts or merely anesthetized them.
Chad should have bucked or fought, but he was grateful his pain stopped, and showed his gratitude by obediently following the man leading him. Polo pony? Who did he know who played Polo on horseback? His horse brain was still trying to organize his human memories. May be that was the reason he froze. Maybe that was the reason for his confusion. His hooves clomped loudly as he walked up the ramp and into the trailer. Maybe he was docile because of whatever he had been injected with? He heard the door clang shut behind him. Then the sound of chains securing the door. Chad started to munch on the bag of oats hanging from a hook on the trailer's inside wall. Vroom. The vehicle lurched forward. Chad bounced around a bit.
Chad no longer seemed to be concerned that he was naked. He knew he was naked, but he knew he was a horse. The fact that he had been a human in a leather horse suit remained in Chad's mind, but he really didn't think too much about that.