"Hey, 23, you belong to me!" shouts Chad through the chainlink fence
as you run by.
Chad was the blonde team captain of Pertwee Academy's football team
when you scored the winning touch down against him. He was a stuck up
rich boy like most of the punks at Pertwee. After that game,
Pertwee's team were forced to give up their polo ponies to cover the
bet they had made on the game with another prep school. Pertwee was a
small expensive preparatory school, so most of the football players
were also on the polo team. Chad had roughed you up after the game
complaining about the loss of the ponies, and saying that you and your
teammates would make up for beating them.
You had forgotten about it until now. You are surprised to see Coach
Zeb moving to meet Chad who is walking toward the parking lot gate in
the fence. You figure Chad and his fellow Pertwee Boys had gotten new
polo ponies, since the pickup trucks parked in the lot were towing
horsetrailers. You snort a laugh, as you think about silly pretentious
Chad.
Harry farts loudly. He rubber shorts inflate a bubble where his ass
crack had been. The bubble bursts. You crinkle your nose at the
stench. Harry's rubber shorts have ripped right up the middle. His
bare ass cheeks bounce and a three inch vestigial tail bounces up and
down. The tail seems to be growing longer and thicker and is sprouting
hairs. You stare and focus on Harry's growing tail and increasingly
hairier butt. You don't notice the bulge growing in the back of your
own tight rubber shorts.
On the next lap you are shocked to see Zeb and Chad kissing. Chad
whips Zeb's cap off, and hands him a purple Pertwee Polo Team cap.
You feel confused, angry and strangely energized. You breath deeply
and concentrate on running. You pull ahead of your team mates and the
fall into pace behind you. As you gallop around the field, you feel
your muscles growing. You're glad Zeb got you these new rubberized
uniforms. They really are stretchy and comfortable, like second skins.
You fall forward, but your gait doesn't break. You and your teammates
are now running on all fours. Your hooves tear up the sod as you
gallop around the field. It's wonderful to run.
The Pertwee Pretty Boys are busy unloading their pickup trucks. They
set saddles and mallets and other gear along the sidelines. You
remember hearing something about the school district leasing the
football field to Pertwee to use as a Polo training field, but you
thought it would be after the season, not during.
"Whoa, boys!" Zeb shouted stepping in front the galloping team players
with his hands out stretched.
He walks up to you and grabs your neck and rubs your nose. Chad is
right neck to him. He runs his hand down the other side of your neck,
and raises his hand to your mouth. You sniff something sweet. He opens
his palm and feeds you a sugar cube.
"There boy, from now on you're my stallion, you're Studmuffin," Chad
said.
"Studmuffin? I thought that was my nickname for you, Chad?" Zeb says.
"Yeah, that's why I decided to call him that - cause you gave him to
me," Chad says reaching up with his wet palm and pulling Zeb toward
him. They kiss in front of you. You inhale their manly human male
scent. Your brain screams "MASTER!" as their scents are programmed
into your brain. Abstractly, you realize it must be the latex uniform
that's done this to you, but you don't care because you feel it's the
way it's supposed to be.
You glance to the side and see each of the Pertwee Pretty Boys is
rubbing your blue clad teammates' noses. You are all stallions now,
and you know each stallion is bonding to its new owner. You nuzzle
your nose affectionately between Zeb's and Chad's crotches. It's good
to be owned.
Zeb and Chad peel you out of your rubber uniform. Zeb helps several
other Pertwee boys strip their new steeds. Then blankets and saddles
and the rest of the tack are secured to your body. Then your master
mounts you for the first time. You feel Chad's weight on your back and
canter back and forth. He pulls your reins, and takes you for a short
trot.
The Pertwee Polo team spends a couple hours riding you around the
field. Then they spend some time practicing hitting the polo ball
around the field. Then they remove the saddles, and load you and the
rest of the Varsity football team into the horse trailers.
When they get you back to your new stables your hosed off and curried,
and fed delicious oats. You glance between your forelegs and admire
your new big set of cock and balls. Your red penis hardens and slides
out of your furry sheath. You lift a hoof and frown. A horse cannot
give itself a hand job. You glance at the stalls around you. A
separate stall for each pony. Harry's in the next stall, and you can
see his cock is sticking out and dripping too.
It's late a night, and a few of the Pertwee boys are back led by Chad.
Zeb is nowhere in sight. Chad is carrying a jar of liquid and
carrying a paint brush. He is wearing rubber gloves and a rubber
apron.