Pony Girl Fiction

Pony Girl Fiction

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I sat down on the sofa, but immediately tumbled over on my
back, as I could not sit with my corset and the belt, not to forget that stupid
skirt. This blocked all sight of my feet, so I could not see the ‘Rancho’ boots,
before they were put on my feet.
‘Rancho Style’??? I had read that name before, but at the
moment I could hardly think. How can a girl think, when she can hardly breathe?
How can a girl think, when a flimsy little piece of stretchy fabric is rubbing
her to madness, and she can not get her fingers at it, stopped by a ridiculous
big skirt, by an unyielding belt of steel??
It seemed to be hard work to get these boots on my feet. I
noticed, I had to stretch my feet as much as possible, which indicated these
boots had some high heels, maybe even very high heels. Okay, this wasn’t
completely new to me, although I had never worn any heels larger than four
inches.
“Ouch! Be careful… that hurts, Mom!”
“Oh, I'm sorry. I must say, these are the funniest boots
I’ve ever seen… didn’t even know such things existed. Good Dad had a look at all
these sites on your notebook…”
All these sites? What was she referring to? And what
did she mean with ‘such things’? I could now feel the shafts of the boots going
to mid-calf, and I also noticed, I could hardly bend my ankle any more. My feet
were kept in the stretched position, just downward, and I did not have to bend
at my toes. Furthermore, these boots had quite some weight; they felt like heavy
logs on my poor feet.
“Done!” mother said, panting a little. “I wonder, how you
can walk in these things; I couldn’t even stand in them. Now let us get you up!”
She grabbed my hand and, for some reason, I suddenly did not want to play this
game any longer. I cannot say, what it was, I just felt something was totally
wrong with this Goth Halloween costume.
I still could not see my feet, due to the big black
petticoat. Carefully I put my feet on the ground… this was odd… no, I did not
like this; not at all… Mum was dragging me up, Dad steadying me from behind… I
had both feet on the floor now, standing almost on tiptoe, but I couldn’t feel
my heels - what was this, and why were my soles that slippery… I took a little
step, oh, that noise, there had to be a lot of nails down there… oh no, I
couldn’t walk with these things on my feet; I could hardly stand in them…
Mom had dragged me to a mirror, and I almost couldn’t
believe my eyes: Now I remembered where I had read about ‘Rancho boots’…
Oh God, no! Dad had been at some of the pony girl sites, and what I had on my
feet weren’t any high heels, but hooves, hooves from an Italian company called
‘Punitive Shoes’, hooves that had real iron horse shoes as a sole…
Do you know what it feels like, when you dream you are
dreaming? You know, you are in a dream, but as you cannot move a muscle or run
away the only solution to this must be, that you are dreaming, which cannot be
true, as you have a clear sense of all of it.
I hardly noticed the rest of it. Still balancing on my
hooves – yes, I had tried to shake them off my feet, which was ridiculous –
still unable to breathe properly without being stabbed in my tender breasts,
still close to madness, as the soft itching at my clit continued all the time,
Dad had brought up the next item.
Without much discussion he clipped a pair of shiny
handcuffs on my wrists and connected these to my chastity belt in front, right
above the waist band of my petticoat; next I saw him going under my skirts with
another pair of handcuffs, larger though, and before I had time to wonder, he
had put them around my legs: Ah ha, I thought, leg cuffs they were.
Next was a short piece of chain, and a combination lock with four rotating
discs, he put two keys to the lock and then brought this around my neck.
Meanwhile Mom had busied herself with my makeup - I
couldn’t see what she painted my face with, but she was using dark colors. She
finished off with putting a long black wig on my head, thus covering my natural
blonde curls.
“That’s it, isn’t it?” Mom asked. “We only need the dog
collar and the leash now, and yes, of course, that funny necklace we’ve seen on
some of the pages. Here it is; it is made of steel and looks like a spider to me
- yes, it goes around your neck with this tube-like thing - here we go, must be
a symbol of a kind, I guess…”
I knew what it was. Yes, it was a symbol of a kind,
but I’d rather not tell her of what kind, and I could just hope none of the boys
had any idea of it.
“There you go! All set and ready to be picked up. Now let
me tell you about these keys around your neck,” Dad explained. “They are the
keys to your handcuffs and your chastity belt. We thought it would be a nice
idea to let you take them along, but, as you have no pockets, and it would be
too risky to loose them, you have them around your neck. No, don’t worry, the
chain won’t go over your head, I made sure of that. And you see the keys go just
down to your bosom, you can put them inside your cups, if you want. (Could I?? I
could not touch them, with my hands cuffed to the chastity belt.) Just let your
friend play with the combination lock, try their luck, if they want, there are
10,000 combinations there, enough for one evening, I think.
Okay, I can see, it is getting dark out there; your friend
will be around soon to pick you up. I think we’ll go down to the old and empty
garage, you can wait there, I’ll tell your friends where to find you…”

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Rachel walked down the dirt path in cool fall air on her way home from school. She wore a pair sneakers, blue jeans, green hoodie and dark blue beanie. Her hair shoulder length long blonde hair, bright green eyes and light skin. The path that lead to her home was quite long, a little over a mile and a half with only wooden fences on each side. She lived on a large horse farm owned by her father, many of the horses breed and raised there were frequently taken to race, used in movie and shows and other ranches. As she walked along she than heard the familiar sound of hooves approach, looking over she saw a pale white horse and bright gold mane trotting along side the fence "Angel!" Running up to the fence and petting the horse along its muzzle "How are you girl? You come to get me on my way home?" The thing neighed and shock its head, Rachel laughed and climbed over on its back and holds on to the mane then ride to the barn and house. Angel was Rachels own horse, she arrived in a trade same time her mother went missing a few years back while herself and father were in town, no sign of her but torn clothing. Rachel and her father were devastated how ever she quickly found a connection and bonded with the new horse, Angel always helped feel better when she was upset. Finally getting back home she see's her father step out of the barn than to his truck and she quickly rode up to the side of it. "Hey dad, where are you going?" Quickly jumping to the ground "Aah Mike said he gonna try to drop off a younger breeding horse late so I need supplies to fix and expand some of the older pens, plus I'll need you to help me with vaccine Shadow, he might be getting sick." "Oh I can take of Shadow dad." "Are sure Rachel he's a stubborn one." Sighs "Dad I'll be graduating next month I can handle it." Laughing he than drove off and Rachel quickly went into the barn seeing Shadow already in the pen along with Angel next to him. Heading to the medicine kit on the table near them, quickly filling the syringe but as she did Angel began to freak. Placing the syringe on the the edge of the table she stepped towards Angel "Don't worry girl its not for you." However as she went to pet her neck Angel jumped scaring Rachel enough to trip back hitting the table "OW!" Looking back she saw the syringe sticking out off her ass and the plunger injected the fluid "Oh fuck you got to be kidding me, I hope its not harmful to humans...." pulling out the syringe and throwing it back on the table "I... need to call dad. Pretty sure my is still... in the kitchen from breakfast." Walking out of the barn and towards her house she wipes away sweat from her face, feeling hotter as she walked. "I think its taking affect... feels like I'm burning up." At the same time her ears started to feel compressed and she starts to shift her hat around but soon pulls it off "Stupid hat doesn't fi..." holding the hat she notices her nails darken to near black "... I don't remember painting my nails... n-never mind." Her cloths begin to feel tighter, a lump in the back of her pants starts to rise. As she enters the house her hands and arms looked much paler, basically white and her breath became heavy "What?" Sweat soaked her cloths and she could feel something tugging at the back of her pants more and more. As she walked into the kitchen she glanced into the mirror and streaked. Staring into the reflection she saw her ghost white skin, more lengthened hair, dark nails, wider body and most of all her long pointed ears "OH MY GOD!" reaching up and grabbing her ears "What's happing to me?!" Suddenly a loud ripping came from behind her, looking back to see a tail covered in long blonde swaying back and forth causing her pants to fall to the floor in bits "What! Nnnn-NnnnNEEEEIGGGHH!!!" quickly covering her mouth she grabbed her phone "No bars!?" Running out the door holding up in the air looking for a signal. As she did it became hard to stand straight and even walk, but as she found a signal she fell to the ground dropping the phone. No longer able to stand she was force on her toes as her feet tore through the shoes, her dark toes quickly form into a single hard hard masses, her lower half looking more like an animal than human. Seeing her nose widen she reaches over and presses the call icon of her dad and once she did her fingers went stiff and brought the up "No *neigh* NO!" Tears in her eyes as she uncontrollably watches her fingers curl together, fusing into hooves swipping at the air. Releasing a loud half scream half neigh "Dad please answer!" Now on all fours only her head remained but soon her began to push out "Heeeelp mmeeee... Daaad *NEIGH*" in her panicing bucks her hooves smash the phone and shredded clothes fly off, soon he arrives home seeing the new horse "Why can't Mike ever put you new ones in the pens, you know you look just like Angel, my daughter will like you." She hopped a bit trying to tell him as he was putting rope around her neck taking to the barn. "Your energetic, good your a perfect match." As he guided her to a pen "A perfect m... what is he talking abo-" her thought ended abruptly once she noticed Shadow "Wait, WAIT STOP! DAD ITS ME RACHEL, YOUR DAUGHTER!" she tried to explain but to no use as Shadow took position. Looking to the next pen she noticed Angel "Angel.... M-Mom is that what happened to yo-- Aah!" *1 year later* Rachel laid in the valley with her new foal, long since given up to communicate with her father and past friends who still visit the farm. Her foal now taking all her attention.

Pulling up to the apartment building the old Volkswagen comes to a rumbling stop. The young woman inside release a sigh of relief and silently thanking whatever higher power that was looking out for her. Moving in her hand across the dashboard with a smile "You see, I told you can make it. Yeah not doing another cross country move any time soon that's for sure." Grabbing the keys and her purple sunglasses quickly jumping out of the van which decided to screech with every motion. Stretching for the first time in what felt like an eternity, letting out a sigh of relief with each audible pop. Looking out over the city and the ocean alike, her lo
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This is an okay rough first draft. One thing you need to do is change the cause of the transformation or create a plot point of why the dad has secret transformation serum and why he doesn’t realize his wife and daughter are now horses. If the plot is that he likes turning his wife and daughters into horses then instead of an accident he should creep up on her and inject her.
If her dad isn’t the creep of the story then maybe make shadow the creep that uses ancient equine magic to turn women into his mares. In that scenario you have to extend the ending a bit to show the aftermath of the dad looking for answers to his daughter’s disappearance. Plus I’d have part mentioning the moms disappearance too. Like how it affected the dad and daughter.
both storylines where either the dad or horse causes the transformation can be fun to explore Depending on how you want the reader to feel. The dad being the one to do it makes everything dark and perverse as the reader finds out the dad enjoys watching his wife and daughter being bred to his stallion which may turn out to be his son or a farm hand or something. Or if the stallion is magical then you can make your reader feel sadness at watching the father be tormented by his loss not knowing they are both right there. That he’s unwittingly giving the creature that is causing his sorrow everything he wants. Plus you can make the stallion into a secret mythical creature like a unicorn as the reveal since there is a lot of lore about unicorns tricking man and desiring women as their mates.
I’d flesh this story out in one of those ways and make sure to proof read because you left out words. I do that a lot and probably did it here too. I like the idea of the story. Good luck.

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