The garage felt slightly colder now when I awoke. It was dark and again I could only assume the time of day. I was lying on my side and realised the lead rope must have been released from the wall. As instinctively I munched on the bit I tugged at my cuffs. They were still attached to the waist band though and I had to work hard to find some sort of grip from the smooth leather on my feet to raise myself up into a seated position. As my buttocks rested on the ground I winced as the lashes from the crop stung upon impact with the concrete. I was thirsty, hungry too. I shuffled around on my knees until I felt them hit the metal bowl. A little of the cold water splashed onto my thigh but my hands were unable to reach down to wipe it. My body had a chill and goose bumps all over. Only then did I remember I was now completely smooth all over accept for my short mousey crew cut. Slowly I eased forward to the bowl and lent my mouth down into the water. Lapping and drinking it up as best as the bit would allow until my thirst felt quenched. I was hungry though and could feel the cramps in my stomach begging for food. I was alone though and it was pitch black. I would simply have to wait. I felt nervous and anxious, and then I began to cry for a while as I lay back on my side and tried to get comfortable on the cold floor, my smooth skin now feeling every speck of dirt and dust as I moved around. I began to worry, he said he would keep me free from this with my medication, what if he had got the dose wrong, what if he had forgotten, how long would I be waiting. I lay quietly in the dark, cold, smooth, sobbing.........and frightened.

It seemed like hours again until the light came through the door and he switched on the dim lamp. ‘Good Evening my young filly, did you sleep well today?' I raised myself up onto my bottom again wincing slightly and struggling to use my feet as they slipped in the leather bags. ‘Well well, you seem to have learnt to cope well with getting up. I have disabled your arms for now simply to encourage that building of strength and agility in your hind quarters. I good mare needs to be strong in the back legs and able to carry her weight through her hind quarter when pushing on into a trot. Sorry, I am talking a different language to you at the moment I know. I do love my mares though, the way they move, the way nay when they see me come to the field. You will understand over time.'

‘Here, you must be hungry' I looked down in horror at the second square metal bowl. Plain dried oats or some sort of cereal. He walked over and broke a few tablets into the mix. ‘Don't panic' he laughed. ‘Vitamins that all, and your hormones of course. Now eat up, don't be shy'. The thought of putting my face into the bowl had me in tears again. ‘Arrgggghhh good, you are obviously feeling what it is like when your medication starts to fade. You are actually an hour overdue as I got stuck in traffic so I am quite impressed you are not more distressed in truth. Now as soon as you have eaten I will re administer your dose'. He took the needle from the cupboard and placed it on the floor in front of me. I so did not want what I knew was in it. But I knew I could not cope with this without it. I had little choice. Slowly at first, then more quickly as the hunger took over I put my face into the metal bowl licked the cereal into my mouth. I had to do a little at a time, working it back to my throat with my tongue. Then after the first few mouthfuls he unclipped one side of the bit. I looked up at first; scared it was some sort of trick. ‘Go on' he said with a smile. I was soon pushing the bowl around with my mouth trying to lick the last of the seed from the corners. ‘My, we are a hungry girl aren't we, here!' Again he held out his hand flat. I smelled the small dog like looking treats and they gave off a strange odour of apple and mint. Carefully I took a couple between my teeth and began to chew. As food goes they were pretty awful, but sweeter and tastier to the dry cereal. I reached down to take the remaining two and other hand again gently patted the side of my face and neck. As I finished chewing he placed the bit gag back into place. My reflex action was to push against it with my teeth and I instantly felt the crop three times in quick succession hard across my back, followed this time by only one to my rear. I began to dribble again around the bit as it was secured back into place. The now pulpy food remains swishing around and making me salivate much more. Then out of the blue another two sharp strikes across my ass.

‘Remember girl! You must learn to respond to the crop and my boots also in time. It is always three strokes or occasionally more if you really are disobedient. Across the back means behave yourself. Across the your hind quarters is either move on or do as your told. Move on only applies normally if you are pulling a cart of being ridden. It will usually just mean do as I have told you. If I tap you gently it means walk on. If I tap you on your right side you make a turn that way until I tell you to stop, Vice versa on the left. I felt the prick of the needle enter my thigh as I knelt quietly on knees leaning over for some water. I felt strangely warm as the medication kicked in, warm and very relaxed, very relaxed indeed.  Suddenly I was aware of a warm wetness around my knees and the ring in my cock seemed to tickle it into semi erection.  Aware of what was happening I scrambled my legs and quickly go to my feet. I spread then slightly as I shuffled for balance. But the ring was causing a splashing onto my legs as I stood trying to turn away in shame as I pissed myself all over the floor. Then just as I thought it could not get worse. I felt my ass loosen as a dropped a huge looking pile of shit to the floor between my feet.  I began to cry with embarrassment even with my medication nearly fully kicked in again.

‘Oh dear, looks like pony needed the toilet' As he said it I felt another pile drop to the floor and I trod the leather bag into the first trying to avoid the second. I shuffled around crying not knowing how or what to do. ‘You have been living semi conscious for some time my dear as I said, on very little solid food other than pulped fruit and a lot of other fibre.  As you can see it means when you need to go, you need to go. The good side as you can also probably tell is that because you are now totally vegetarian. You don't smell nearly as unpleasant as dog. I won't clean it up just yet as you will probably go again before much longer' Sure enough, much as I tried to resist and clench my cheeks. My ass opened wide and forced another huge pile of shit to the floor.

‘Well this as good a time as any I guess, while your ass is nice and relaxed so to speak'. All I could see was what looked like a long gingery blonde coloured horse tail attached to what looked like a large piece of hollow plastic. ‘My own design dear. It is basically a ‘granted' large hollow butt plug. The clever thing is though that you can swish the tail up out of the way when you shit simply from emphasising the muscle movement used when you do. It will take a little practice and patience. But far preferable I think to shit falling through the tube straight onto your tail. It's very warm outside just now and I collected these eggs to show you why it's important for you to learn how to keep out of a mess. They will hatch in around seven - fifteen hours. They will live for around twenty to thirty days. During their short life they have two interests. Eating your shit and biting you. The reason you need to be able to swish your tail properly is quite obvious really. They will tend to take an obvious interest in your ass, both to feed, bite and also lay their eggs in around your hole. Disgusting I know. But left out on hot days with no way of cleaning your ass. You are going to attract thousands of these little bastards a day. I don't mind a little shit round your pussy hole when I'm fucking you! That's just how animals are. I really don't fancy having to swat fly's away as well. You might end up living more like an animal, but I want you to remember you will be as clean and feminine as you can in your role. Even after a few hours left alone in your field'.    

I watched as two straps were fastened just below my hands on either side of the belt then padlocked. The straps were passed between my legs and I felt the end of the tube positioned near to my ass. His finger smeared a large blob of lubricant to the edge of my hole and I began to cry uncontrollably and shuffle about. This time I felt the crop nine times, viciously with no real pattern or instruction intended other than keep fucking still. Even though my medication had fully kicked in I knew this was going to hurt. This was too large and two degrading for anyone. Let alone a straight boy anal virgin. I heard the rear padlock clicked into place and stood with my legs slightly apart trying to get comfortable as ten inches of hollow butt plug worked their way slowly millimetre by millimetre deeper into my ass. I felt him give it a gentle push and my hole expanded wide around the full width before popping back tight around the narrow groove that would keep it firmly in place. Just to make sure he hitched the strap another notch tighter and relocked it. I stood with my legs aching for nearly an hour none stop crying. My tail swishing up and around as my muscles constantly moved trying to accommodate and grow used to the intrusion. Relaxing only for a brief minute of relief as another pile of pony shit hit the concrete floor.

‘Argh Good, everything is working fine and you are fully functioning.  Don't worry I will take it out when I fuck you, which will be at least once a day.'

I fell asleep amongst the smell of my own shit and piss. In amongst the hay he put down which was thankfully more comfortable than the concrete floor. I awoke to something tickling my nose. Unable to scratch it I scrunched and shook my head. It came back, again and again. Then I felt a similar tickle, and then a bite around my ass. It was dark and I could see nothing. It was not difficult to work out though that I was not the only one who could now smell my own mess......