Your first full day of getting personally aquainted with the stablemates made the new stallion tired. Early to sleep and a undisturbed night you dreamed of each mare and the thrill to have met them the day before.
The crack of morning brings you awake as the stable door bangs open. The din of noise as all animals present in the barn or stable clammer to their feet. As the lazy pony you are continues to lay in the straw, you listen to the mannerless beasts.
The noise of banging buckets of feed being brought to each stall makes your pony brain scramble the stallion to your feet. A sigh, a good shake from the head down the neck to spine and rump makes you awake for sure.
The first of the morning has you watching the mare's stream yellow torrents of urine into the bedding straw. As they walk about the stall together each takes her turn to lift a tail high and produce one heap of stench.
Their morning ritual done they stand by the feed trough awaiting the morning bucket of grains. You are just beginning to feel the urge to do as they but as the feed in poured into the trough you know all too well first come first filled around here!
Short minutes pass and belly feels better, a good drink of fresh water now makes the dam burst from within. A half step ahead, you stretch out that very male body long. The wonderful feeling like the day before comes from that big pony's cock falling out to attention.
Soon it hangs somewhat stiff and with little push the urine explodes from the open end. Splattering about the sticks of hard straw which covers the floor makes the odor spread about the stall. As the stream drains down to a trickle and just drips are now dropping from your lil' the touch of a mares lips brings the giant penis to rigid.
A turn of your head brings the view of one pretty mare beinging to lap her soft tongue alone the length's down there. Your instinctive patterns of thoughts kick in and you turn to rub her fuzzy lips with yours, all the time you are terribly erect.
Nickkering eachother makes you want to mount all the more. The slam bang of the stall's door does not break your attention from this wild sexual desire your instincts demand. Hardly a notice of the clipping sound as a rein is attached to your halter.
Suddenly you are being pulled away from what you desire most at that moment. You walk with head yanked high and go where the rein leads.
The instinctive passions which blinded any human thoughts or memories now calms as you wonder what is happening. A willing soul to be a part of this great experiment has you feeling now scared of what might be to come. Out the stable door you are walked and up to a group of other ponies.
"Listen up Ponies' this is your first day of training while in harness and under the control of out Coachman here. Each pony will be placed in a harness of leather straps and metal rings. A bit will be positioned into each mouth. The straps will be tightened and in teams of six you will pull these big red coaches around the course the Coachman so directs. It is important to your future understanding to be aware yet calm about being harness with others like yourselves. Now the groomsmen will start with the bits first." explained the Doctor we'd all met several times before.
You are surpised at the number of other volunteers which are now ponies. The words of the Doctor still ramble around in your weakened brain but they make sense. At least you want them to make sense as this time is one of certain concern to you.
As your turn comes the groomsman eeks open your mouth and with true style slips the new bridle and bit over head and into mouth. First and right off you gag on the cold steel bit which tries to trap the tongue down in the base of that large mouth. A feeling of being trapped and corner suddenly makes you chomp at the bit.
Now sharp pain and soon the taste of blood in your mouth as the bit works the gums to make a good fit. The clinks and sounds of clips as the harness is spread down the length over your body. A very uncomfortable part cups under your tail making it rise and no doubt show off the black puckered anus of all ponies.
Soon the others as you too are standing face to a butt in lines of three and harness as six ponies per coach. The thought of being just one of the workers comes to thought as you have only the best view now of another's big rump.
A crack of the Coachman's wip brings all to attention as he yells to "GettieUp". The human memories remind us of what must be done at that point and somewhat in unison we try to move together.
You are understandingly wondering why you need to be treated as a animal in harness if you are part in part with a great scientific experiment. The groaning of pulling the coach and the fat Coachman too makes leg muscles ache and joints burn.
Around the course goes you and the others which after three trips the groups learns how to pull together. Soon enough the patterns of pony life are working their way into every waking thought. Now too any thoughts of what was of you human past is being worked out and replaced with true pony life styles.
The coach is stopped so a groomsman can offer the team water. You gulp at the cool refreshing liquid and with runs dripping out big lips the team soon begins again.
You soon care little about the Sun's midday heat. You care nothing of any sensual delight you felt the day before. You care nothing for all thoughts of past friends, memories, and anything which might distract you from your present task.
Al last the afternoon is done and to the stable you are driven. Each pony is covered in a white suds foam of pony sweat and road dust. As a human one would go to the showers, but you are a pony and to learn of being treated as the plain animal. You and two of your stallmates are returned to the stall in a state of sweating and covered with filth.
Once in the stall you stand about feeling the sweat evaporate slowly and you body finally cool. The words and sounds of the groomsman are a din of noise. Your mind ponders as best it now can about why you can't understand all their words. You can hear them very well by most of the words seem to be forgotten or maybe of another language?
Tired legs suggest to crumple down and lay into the straw still covered in morning droppings and the soaked in scents of mare and stallion urine. Slowly the tired pony body urges to take a nap. As you drift off to sleep the thin thought wanders into your degraded mind. You never thought being a pony was all this much fuss!
Snork, Snore, and you wing off into pony dreamland.